He takes few a minutes. Is Marnie asleep? Yep, passed out with the game controller in her hands and the screensaver of her computer oscillating between photos of Morpeko (who is also passed out in her lap). He’ll tuck her in later. He heads back to his room, sits on the bed, and hits the call icon.
This one I made for a challenge from @serafleur from her instagram account. I really enjoy her challenge because have a lot of details that I usually don't do very much and was a great practice.
Also, follow her instagram, her drawings are amazing
He’s caught and he can’t decide what hurts more: the past or the present
A/N: BTS Were!AU: Shadow Verse story. Yoongi’s POV of some of the events during Shift.
“You’re awake.”
The girl gasped at his voice, a sharp cough taking over quickly as she struggled backwards on her hands. Yoongi noted how she winced as far back from him as she could when her glazed, feverish eyes finally registered him. He let that pass. She should be skeptical of him. It meant she wasn’t a fool.
“That’s kind of a miracle,” he added, kneeling to her eye level.
“You’re real. I thought you were just a dream, a figment of my imagination,” she rasped.
Her voice was sweet and high, but strained after everything she’d just gone through. Her skin was flushed, sweat misting her hairline and the bridge of her nose. A quick hand to her forehead confirmed exactly what he’d suspected. “You’ve got a fever.”
He made his way back to the sink across the room, rusted over with age. His head was whirling with thoughts, memories… he couldn’t get caught up in that. He just needed to focus; focus on the facts.
“What’s your name?” Yoongi asked over his shoulder as he filled a water bottle for her.
There was a slight hesitation. “Goo Minki.”
“Min Yoongi,” he replied. “You need to drink some water. Don’t have any food on me, but at least this will help some.”
The girl - Minki - was looking over the warehouse when he turned back to her. He cast a quick glance around himself. This warehouse had saved his own life over a decade ago. Now it might just have saved hers as well. He remembered when he was small and bleeding and terrified, paralyzed on the floor as she was… did he ever bleed on that same spot?
Yoongi clenched his jaw and held out the water bottle to her, pushing the thoughts away. “Small sips.”
She followed his instruction, though he knew it must’ve been extremely hard. She set the bottle beside her, halfway empty, and in her face was a new sort of resolution.
“Where are we?” Minki asked.
She was brave and she was smart. Yoongi admired the level headedness she demonstrated in her questioning. He knew it couldn’t be easy to focus between the pain and the fever and the overwhelming emotions that must’ve been drowning her. Minki was asking for answers, just as he had once, only he would give them to her. No matter how absurd they would sound. It was more than he ever got.
“An old warehouse near the rift line,” Yoongi began. “I used to sleep in here sometimes, it’s big and it’s fairly safe.”
She didn’t bother asking what the rift line was. She stared him in the eyes, getting to the subject she was obviously interested in clarifying. “There were wolves.”
He knew she was referring to the white werewolf he’d managed to fight off. “It’s gone now.”
“Are you taking me to a hospital?”
Yoongi could just imagine the chaos of the girl shifting at the hospital. The terror, the blood, the collateral deaths before the council got things under control. “No. It’s… complicated.”
“My parents?”
Her voice cracked and so did something parallel in his chest. Yoongi broke his eyes away from hers. She was asking for answers and he would give them to her. He would…
He had found her parents a little more than a block back from where he had found her earlier that night. They had been ravaged, vicious bite and claw marks marring their corpses, but nothing compared to the mangled heap his own parents had been in all those years ago. This was controlled violence, nothing akin to the savagery of a kill made during a first shift, but it was horrible nonetheless.
Yoongi darted his eyes away, his jaw clenching. “I’m sorry.”
It was only fair that he watched as Goo Minki leaked her heart, soul, and spirit out of her from every pore. Yoongi didn’t rush her. He didn’t try to comfort or quiet her because he knew from experience that the pain she was feeling needed to be felt in all its terrible magnitude. What tugged at his heart and made his stomach churn was that she didn’t yet know just exactly how much of her life had been taken from her.
Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek as he watched her sob. Goo Minki was young as it was, but her face housed that eternal youthful innocence that made her seem even younger, more fragile: big, wide doe eyes and a small, straight nose mixed with a full mouth. The last time he had see his younger brother he had been sobbing like that…
Minki drained herself empty after a long while. She sat a while after that, hollow and vacant and trying to compose herself. Yoongi could see the gears grinding inside her to try and get herself together enough to try understanding once more. He wished she would just sleep; she needed it more than anything else right now. But he knew she wouldn’t, not yet. He waited patiently and after another few long minutes she spoke, voice gruff with spent tears.
“Where did the wolves go? Who are you and where are you taking me?”
They were a lot of seemingly innocuous questions with difficult answers. Yoongi ran a hand through his hair a moment, licking his lips as he tried to organize himself.
“It’s complicated,” he said again, unsure of where or how to start.
“Where did the wolves go?” Minki repeated, focusing on perhaps the most complex question of all.
He could’ve told her she’d hallucinated the wolves, or maybe dreamed them. He could have ignored her. Ignorance had been a key part of his own turning process; people pretending not to hear as he begged for explanations, for help.
For death.
Yoongi focused on the truth, the facts. “The wolf that attacked you ran off when the police sirens got too near. I don’t know where he went.”
“There was another one; pale, orange-yellow. I think it was protecting me.” Tears were still slipping past her lashes as she spoke, but her voice was void and empty. Yoongi felt like he was about to swallow his tongue. Dull eyes fixed onto his. “What happened to that one?”
Fuck.
“It’s complicated.” He felt like a jackass. All these grandiose ideas about doing better than what they’d done to him and he couldn’t fucking spit it out. “It’s hard to believe until… until you do. You’ll probably think I’m out of my mind.”
She was in pain, that much was obvious. A slight shift of her hips told him that her leg was probably hurting like hell. “Just… please. Please. Just tell me what is happening. Tell me what happened to me.”
God, he didn’t want her to think he was crazy. He didn’t want her to think he was making fun or making light of the situation. He’d only know this girl for a couple of hours, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Yoongi bit his lip, too much of a coward to look her in the eyes as he began.
He didn’t even know what he was saying. All he could be thankful for was that his voice was steady and he didn’t stammer. He was beginning to peter out when she spoke up suddenly.
“Werewolf.”
That was it. The word was spoken into the air and crystallized around them, almost tangible. Yoongi met her gaze again, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t find scorn or derision.
“That’s what you’re saying,” Minki continued. “The Shadow World and all, you’re saying there are werewolves and that white wolf was one. And now I’m going to be one, too.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe. Why ‘maybe?’” Her tone was all matter-of-fact.
No time to sugar coat now. “If you survive.”
“Survive this leg wound?” Minki asked.
“No, the turning. Some don’t.”
“How many don’t?”
“Most. And you lost a lot of blood before I could get it to slow down to a trickle.”
“And that’s why you’re not taking me to a hospital.”
For a while Yoongi thought it was odd that she wasn’t more scared. And then he realized that she couldn’t be; not physically, not emotionally, not mentally. It was impossible at this point because as far as she knew, she’d just lost everything. Being afraid would get her nowhere, she couldn’t afford the energy it would take. He suddenly felt fortified and resolved. It didn’t matter if she didn’t understand all the answers he gave her. She was trusting him because he was giving them at all.
“There are rules against exposure in the Shadow World, laws. Amongst other things,” he told her.
“What about the other wolf?” Minki asked. “The smaller one?” It was honestly a little embarrassing to say aloud and Yoongi was glad that she caught on so quickly. “You. You’re the other wolf.”
Silence stretched for a long beat and then, “I don’t believe it.”
He didn’t truly expect her to. “I know.”
“This is insane.”
“I know.”
“My parents are-”
Minki cut off suddenly, the back of her hand to her mouth. Yoongi’s eyes darted involuntarily to the far back corner of the warehouse. That’s where he had curled up, shaking and shifting and sobbing uncontrollably as he was finally able to mourn the loss of his parents. His brothers. His life. Minki, however, held her tears back. She was brave and she was smart. She couldn’t afford to let tears hold her back right then.
“Where are you taking me? Your…” Minki hesitated before powering on. “Back to your pack?”
He nodded. “Turning… it’s not a pretty processes. We need to keep an eye on you, try and control the shift if it ever takes place.”
“So I’ll either die or become a monster.”
The word rang inside his skull. Monster. How many years had that word plagued him? How long had he referred to himself as such? How many times had he tried to cut or burn or slam it out of himself? How many times had he thrown himself from the highest roof he could find only to have what he believed the monster to be repair his broken, unyielding body? Even now, years later, the word still burned like ice.
“I still don’t believe it,” Minki said, pulling him out of the dark mire of his thoughts.
“I know,” Yoongi repeated. If she noticed the weight of his voice, she didn’t let on. He stood, looking her over once more. There was nothing else he could do for her here. Not now. “You should sleep. We’ll have get moving in a little while.”
He took a spot across from her, settling in even if he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep even one second that night. Minki didn’t fight him, didn’t ask any more questions. She merely lay down carefully, wincing with the pain of her wound.
His oldest brother would have been twenty-seven today. Yoongi thought of the white flowers he’d left on Joowon’s grave. When he heard the small, quiet sounds of Minki crying herself to sleep, he wondered how Joowon would have conquered the monster if he’d been given the chance.
For the first time in a long time, Yoongi felt small and hopeless again. The truth was that even if he did do everything in his power to shelter and protect this girl, in the end it wasn’t up to him. Death could take her, too, at any moment. Every feeling and emotion, every memory, every last bitter, lingering thought swelled up inside of him and threatened to drown him suddenly.
Was it worth the fight? Was he just pushing against an inevitable failure to begin with? Could he even do this? Live through this all again? For a girl he’d just met? The raging din in his head quieted with his resolution.
The white noise didn’t matter. The risk didn’t matter, the odds didn’t matter.
The only thing Yoongi knew for certain at that moment was that he was going to do everything in his power - small and feeble and uncertain as it was - to make sure that Goo Minki lived.
“Goodness. Now who said I came to scare you? You need not to fear little old me. I’m just a poor little shadow that’s come back to her master.” She chuckled darkly and even like a proper princess, she covered her mouth as she laughed. It seemed her counterpart had forgotten her dark other self.
Enter the Shadow King [closed RP with puzzle-king]
Kkwy Atemu smirked as he walked down the moonlit side-walk, his hind-talons clicking softly on the pavement as he enjoyed the crisp air that filled Domino during the night, his crimson eyes scanning the late party-goers for a potential meal and maybe even something more
shadows covered his form so anyone who saw him, really just saw a patch of really dense fog, unless they were magically inclined then they could see him, his large wings were closed to his back as his tail swayed back and forth, he then jumped up onto a light post and balanced on it, watching for his victim
he purred slightly as he noticed a few good choices.. but none really caught his eye.. until... his eyes widened.. ‘there’ he thought..
his demonic crimson eyes landed on a young lad walking down the street, heading home apparently, ‘but he won’t be going home’ he thought, before he stood up on the light post and chuckled deeply, knowing the sound would get the small one’s attention
