THE TRUTH UNTOLD
part 1. chapter 1. "lust at first sight."
content disclaimer: hints at smut but none, yet...
pairing: gumiho!yoongi x oc (saein)
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"What did you say?"
"I said I'll feed you."
"Do you even know what that means?"
"I did my research, I know."
He crossed his arms over his chest, not unamused. In front of him, there she stood, the Venus de Milo, on the wane of the theaters of horrors, too at-ease in its throes to shiver at the sight anymore.
"Why would you do that?"
"You're a picky eater, aren't you?"
"I'm being careful with spicy food. Especially ones that leave me with souvenirs." The Gumiho pulled his shirt with one of his claws to expose the scar she had left above his collarbone a couple of days ago.
She grimaced. "Right, sorry. That's part of the reason, I mean you're stuck here because of me, and you asked me if you should just starve now so... "
"So? You're going to..."
"Not let you starve."
This time, Yoongi burst out in incredulous laughter. The slayer was messing with him, showing up with all five feet of snark at his door and empty promises in a leather trenchcoat.
She never lacked confidence, Saein, but that was a bold move. Thankfully, every doubt she had was obscured by the sheer strength of her stubbornness to the point that, when the Gumiho, disguised as a man, approached at an excruciatingly slow pace, all he could read on her face was her provocation to take her at her word.
He bent over, squinting. "Really?"
He looked otherworldly, with a hint of depravity, but she knew that already.
She looked delicious, with a hint of sardonic, but he knew that already.
"Really." She only needed to whisper for him at this distance. And now, she was the one smiling for there was no hiding from him of the hunger that had risen at the mere thought. She could swear his pupils had grown bigger.
She pulled on the pearl necklace to bring him closer and repeated, softer. "Really."
But, as her eyes fell on his lips, he pulled back.
"If you're not interested-"
"That's not- You are serious."
"I am... curious."
"You trust me?"
" ... For this, yes. It's your expertise, isn't it?"
"It is."
He smacked his lips, seemingly deep into the unraveling of his dilemmas while she was fighting off her pride, only pulled back by the more nustled in feeling she had denied and still does even though it murmurs with honey its spelling to her ear: lust.
She had a way about her, the Slayer, a tranquil confidence enveloped in fiery defiance and here she was standing, offering herself up an unbearable human fragility that was, oh, so tantalizing, the sweetest trap that just might be worth the sugar it held.
He couldn't help himself but fall in it.
His fingers tucked back a strand of her hair behind her ear, and the first skinship came with the promise of her anticipation. She wasn't lying. She wanted this. His thumb fluttered along her jaw all the way to her lips.
Saein, like hypnotized, held her breath, and instinctively came closer, her nose nearly touching his, she leaned and-
"Not like this." His fingers locked around her wrist, and a grin stretched on his lips. "I've got a ritual of sorts."
