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"I told the stars about you"

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NCT Mythic Series: Taeil

Prompt: “What will we do with the dead bodies?” “The vultures will swoop in soon enough, it isn’t our concern anymore.”

Word Count: 1,083

Pronouns: Gender neutral; they/them/theirs

Tags: Vampire!Korean line

A delicate film of perspiration appeared on the upper lip of the old lady, as she struggled under the burden of the innumerable leather restrains over her body. She paused to catch her breath, tremulous hands gripping to the arm rests to which she was bound to and nails digging out small chunks of the wood. She was trapped.

From the corner of the room, sunken into a Persian saddle-bag, a young vampire sat watching. Smoking, as was his custom, an unending amount of cigarettes, he could just about catch the scent of blood running through her veins; he’d occasionally take a deep inhale and close his eyes, almost moaning at the heavenly smell.

Watching as the autumn night breeze stirred the fallen leaves and other debris on the ground, the old lady once again whimpered. A look of disillusionment with the world across her face made the younger man scoff, standing.

“Shut up, hag. You’ll be dead soon so there’s no point in even trying.” He waltzed to her side, taking the final drag of the cigarette and stubbing it out.

“Fuck you!” She croaked out through suppressed tears, launching a spit at his feet, landing on the tips of his freshly polished dress shoes.

He laughed. “You’ll fucking pay for that, you bitch-”

“Jisung!” the younger flinched slightly at the sudden voice. “Leave it, Moon’s on his way.”

He couldn’t hide the annoyance on his face, but also knew his place. Head hung, Jisung almost marched out of the room, huffing like the moody eternal teenager he was damned to be.

(Y/N) looked at the poor sight in front of them, sighing as they take seat in Jisung’s chair. “Look at you, you’re all worked up.”

They took pity on the lady. She couldn’t help it, she was cattle fearing the prey.

“Please try and calm down, I know this is scary, but it’s not as bad as you think.”

-

From the heart of Songpa, where the usual money changers, pickpockets and disgruntled police officers did everything to make the atmosphere worse, (y/n) walked on towards their destination. After two days of going uphill, (y/n) arrived at their hostel, right on the boarder of Songpa and Gangnam. The air was cold and thin. Gasping for breath, (y/n) said goodbye to a life they had fallen in love with and entered a new phase. But in this phase, it seemed as though someone had dimmed the lights and turned down the volume. Gone were the smiles and the friendly cheers of encouragement from the roadside. Gone were the breathing lungs, beating heart, and all sense of humanity. Here the veins ran baron, and hearts were constructed of marble. It rained, it was cold, and they wanted to turn around.

Sheltering from torrential rain in the doorstep, (y/n) put down and shook off their umbrella. Before they could open the door and step inside, their stomach rumbled obnoxiously loud; “Just one more, one more human experience.”

The 7/11 in front of the hostel beckoned them in, (y/n) surveying their options for dinner; a few limp-limbed chickens did another turn in their mechanical rotisserie, a plate of worn-out humitas, a sweet tamale, waited for that unlucky customer to save them from another night under the heat lamp, a bored teenager with too much hairspray prodded and probed a row of disturbingly red hotdog sausages - not at all tempted by the usual suspects that made up their options, they began to wonder if their hunger could hold out forever.

But hello, what’s this?

At the end of the street, sheltering from the rain under a tatty parasol, an old man was fanning frantically at the coals of his small grill. (y/n) walked over, taking a seat on the cold steps of the grocery store from which he served, and watched him work while a steady stream of customers pulled in from the rain.

They completely lost sense of all reality, the atmosphere was almost perfect - so human, so real. It’s exactly what they needed.

“Enjoying your last night?” A voice softly questioned. It was Taeil, (y/n) didn’t even have to look to know; they knew his voice like they knew their own. He sat down next to them on the step. “You’re pretty, your soul is pretty. You’re pure, I guess, maybe like an angel?”

They sighed. “My body is the lint, the gasoline, and the matchstick; my body is a crime scene. I’m like a bushfire. I walk like an apology. My body is a hive for unfortunate circumstances. I think I drink too much and it’s because they broke me.”

“Don’t worry, my love, it’ll be over soon.”

-

“Are you almost done? It’ll be light soon, we can’t put a body out when the sun comes up.”

Taeil sighed with frustration, detaching himself from the old woman’s body and wiping away the tiniest drip of blood that leaked from his lips with his thumb. “I told you to stop bringing me old ones, they’re harder to feed from.”

“Actually, the kid brought her.” (Y/n) answered, quite matter-of-factly.

Jisung looked offended, “The kid? Who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Don’t talk to me like that, you little pest! Remember, it’s your turn to put the corpse out. It’s about time you started pulling your weight around here.” Jisung sighed loudly and folded his arms over his chest. “Jisung?”

“What?” Honestly, he couldn’t be more hormonal if he was alive.

“What will we do with the dead bodies?”

“The vultures will swoop in soon enough, it isn’t our concern anymore.” Those words left his mouth almost robotically. They’ve been drilled into him since he was turned. They were drilled into (y/n), too.

(Y/n) smiled like a proud parent, leaning over to pinch his cheek between their index and middle finger knuckles, mocking him; “Such a good baby bat.”, only to have their hand swatted away for embarrassing Jisung.

“I’m done. Jisung, dispose of it before sunrise.” Taeil sat in the younger’s spot almost the instant he rose, almost finding great entertainment watching the lifeless body of a fully grown woman pose much stress to lift and carry out of the room. That was his entertainment - stress, struggle, pain.

”(Y/n),” he said, snapping them from their thoughts, “you’re a great vampire, and a great mentor to the boy.”

“Thank you-”

“And you’re good to me,” (y/n) almost stifled a giggle in disbelief, “I mean it! I love you.”

“For eternity.”

[softtm]

streak breaker [4]

y/n’s streak of not liking a boy is about to be broken by the one and only Johnny Suh

johnny x y/n

highschool!au

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a/n get u a friend like Yerin who knows u better than u know urself

[serendipitykpop]

stole your heart - part 7

Pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader

Summary: “See if you can truly steal my heart.”

part 6 / part 8

“Please tell me you have something for me.”

Lucas, and Renjun looked at each other, then hesitantly met your eyes. You already seemed stressed, and they could only assume it was because the other teams weren’t able to find anything useful yet either.

“I apologize, your highness, but neither one of us had any luck here.”

“Mm, I see.” You bit your lip in thought of what to do next. There haven't been reports from your outside teams that gave you any information. You wanted to at least get something to prevent anymore accidents like this morning. Your boys were in danger, but you didn’t know when he would strike next. “You two may take a break for a bit. Thank you for your hard work.”

You walked off, lost in your thoughts. The two boys were caught off guard at how this ate away at you. You were having so much trouble, and they wanted nothing more than to help you in any way they could. 

They looked at each other, then nodded. There was no time for a break when it was important to their highness, and members. They were going to try their absolute hardest to find anything useful.

Your feet carried you to the infirmary, where Chenle, and Jisung were sitting by Winwin’s bedside. They were in the middle of venting about one of their more boring missions when you made your arrival.

“I see those missions are too easy for the two of you.”

The two boys froze, not daring to move an inch. Winwin found it amusing, and chuckled.

“Busted.”

“We didn’t mean it like that, your highness!” Chenle exclaimed, sitting up straighter than usual.

“Yeah! We were just expressing how thankful we are for being allowed to go!”

“Hm. Well, if that’s how you feel, then I’ll assign you more of types of missions.”

They let out groans, which made you raise an eyebrow. Their eyes widened as they realized their mistake, and immediately shut up.

“Your highness, you’re teasing them too much.” Winwin tapped your hand. You wore a sly smile at how anxious they were by your mere presence.

“I’ll watch over Winwin. The two of you can go get a break before going to help Renjun, and Lucas in the archives.”

They nodded, then immediately bolted out the room. You waved as you took a seat beside Winwin’s bedside. He met your eyes, and saw how grim you looked. You quickly shook it off, and put your attention on him.

“How are you feeling?” You eyed the blood dyed bandages.  He saw you looking, and put on a small smile.

“You don’t need to worry. Doyoung did well in bandaging me up. I don’t feel anymore pain.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm. I could be sent out just fine tomorrow if need be, but I see you’re not going to allow that.”

“Of course not.”

He chuckled, and nodded.

“Enough of me, your highness. What’s going on with the thief? Were you, and the boys able to find anything on him?”

“Nothing.”

“Mm, I see,” Winwin mumbled. He felt guilty that he couldn’t provide any help in both the search, and recalling what the attacker looked like.”

“Winwin. You’re being too harsh on yourself.”

“Your highness, I failed you by getting hurt like this. It shouldn’t have gotten this bad had I just remember your training.”

“It doesn’t matter if you fail the mission, or whatnot. All I ask is for you boys to come back to me safely.” You let out a sigh as you frowned, and flicked his forehead. Then, your face softened. “I want you to value your lives more, especially you older boys. Though, I suppose I am to blame for turning you all to be this way. It’s saddening, really.”

Before Winwin could argue that you were wrong, the two of you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Taeyong, and Taeil announced their arrival, and you allowed them inside. They kneeled down before you.

“Well?”

They raised their heads.

“We can confirm that the attack was done by Nakamoto Yuta, confirmed by Mark, and Haechan. After relentless searching, Renjun, and Lucas were able to find out his pattern on his victims.”

Your eyes widened at Taeil’s report. Finally, there was progress.

“However, we can’t pinpoint exactly where he is in the town. Nothing traces back to where he could be. He’s close though, so I’m sending a few of the boys tomorrow to conduct a search. Hopefully, they can tell us something.”

You let out a sigh of relief, then turned to them with a small smile. “You all did so well, thank you. Please let the boys know they can take a break, Taeyong. I’ll go make some tea, and sweets for you all to enjoy.”

You pushed yourself up, when you were stopped by the two of them.

He shook his head. “I apologize, your highness, but it seems they’re still working even as we speak. They said something along the line of not being able to let this go because of Winwin, and not wanting you to go through this alone.”

You crossed your arms, and chuckled. “My boys are truly the best. Very well. I’ll allow you to continue, but I do want you all in bed tonight at a reasonable time. Let me handle some of the work too.”

They bowed their heads. “Yes, your highness.”

Using the information you now knew, you had to think of a plan to catch the thief before something like this happened again. For today though, you were just going to take it easy after a day of stress.

From a building far from your castle, there sat a boy with a sly smirk on his face. Humming a tune from his homeland, he kicked his legs back, and forth. He found amusement in the way you were rushing around to get information on him. Though, that will be deemed useless as there was no record of him existing anymore.

“Should I make this a little more fun?”