Shadows of desire (part 2)
Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan/Reader
You always thought the only romance you would experiment with in your life was the one between pages under the flames at midnight. That was until you found him, because the feel of his fangs digging into your neck was more than addictive.
Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of dead animals, mentions of death in general.
Author's note: i was supposed to upload this next week, but it's ready and I want to start writing Jeonghan and (y/n)'s interactions already so, here you have. Enjoy.
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"What are you doing?" Your brother asked; he was comfortably sitting on the sofa with his good old friend, Mark. They were both drinking some beer, as the meat Mark had bought to eat that day was still in the fire.
Mark burped, excusing himself as he also looked in your direction. You made a face at the sour smell coming from his mouth.
"Reading." You simply answer.
"You always just read." Mark complained with a smile on his face.
"So what?" You snapped, getting sick of Mark's daily remarks on you and your hobbies.
Mark shook his head, the stupid smile never leaving his face.
"I find it kind of weird you're reading the news paper considering you always use it to wrap gifts, but if you say so."
You had known Mark since you were five years old. He and Luke had been friends since forever. There was not a single memory of Luke in your mind that didn't have Mark on it.
In the past, you had friends that made fun of you for Mark's apparently crush on you, and you always laughed it off until you turned fourteen and he confessed his feelings.
That was probably the first and only fight Luke and Mark had ever had.
"Missing people?" Luke read over your shoulders. You tried to protect the news paper from your brother, but his hands were quicker than yours.
"What's that?" Mark asked, taking another sip of his beer.
"(Y/n) said she saw something outside last week."
"Really? And what was it?"
"Nothing." Luke replied with a shrug. You felt your cheeks turn red from being embarrassed under Mark's eyes. "It was pretty late; she was probably imagining things."
"I didn't!" You defended yourself. "There was someone outside, dead." You insisted.
"Are you for real?" Mark asked, moving forward to be eye level with you. "What did they look like?"
"He was pale; his skin was as white as the snow. And there was lots of blood—you saw it!" You protested as you saw your brother making a face, ready to interfere with your story.
"There was blood," your brother accepted, "but it was from the sheep Jiji killed."
"Another one?" Mark asked, laughing. "That dog will send you to an early grave."
"Susan left her sheep to wander around at night, it seems, and Jiji went straight for one; I don't know why because that thing is now rutted in the forest. Jiji didn't even finish eating it."
"That's just the way dogs are." Mark calmly said, "Mine sometimes kills rabbits near our house, just because."
"Yeah, well, a rabbit won't put you in debt for the rest of your life, but our stupid dog will."
The news paper fell from your brother's hand to your lap, Luke losing all the interest he had in it.
Your eyes wander on every single report of missing people; lately there has been such a big wave of new disappearing people that it scared you a little bit, whether it was your own or your brother's. He was the only family left you had after all.
There was not a single one with the description of the man you saw that night.
Was it really in your imagination?
Your brother didn't touch the topic of that night ever again until that day, and even then he didn't waste much time before dropping it completely.
You took a deep breath as you tried to calm your heart's strong beating.
You had always had to contemplate the possibility of inheriting hereditary genes from your mother.
You didn't have the chance to meet her, but your father and brother always told you all the crazy stories about her.
Apparently she had many allusions when she was younger, and they got worse as her pregnancy with her last children progressed.
A part of you was scared when you were younger of getting like that.
When you had your first imaginary friend, you kept it quiet in case your family treated you as if you were crazy.
But even as a child, you knew that friend didn't exist.
You could easily distinguish between what was real and what was not.
You know your brother's dismissal of what happened that night was behind that reason. He truly didn't believe you were in your right mind.
"I'm going to take Jiji on a walk." You informed your brother, going to your room to find a jacket.
"The meat is almost done," he informed you.
"Want me to go with you?" Mark offered.
"No, I'm fine. I'll try to find some blueberries or blackberries; we're almost out of jam."
Your brother nodded, not really caring about where you would be going as long as you were there for lunch.
It was a really nice morning. Your cheeks happily took in all the warmth the sun could give you, and your nose enjoyed the pure air.
Jiji came in running, waving her tail as she saw you.
You pat behind her ears before starting to run towards the forest, Jiji following you behind, happy to participate in the race.
You enjoyed running. I'm the forest. Everything was a new challenge.
Big rocks in the middle of the path? You had to be quick to change the oath of your race.
Were the three roots preventing you from continuing? You had to jump right in.
And Jiji seemed to be enjoying it even more than you, as she even barked all the way there.
You came across a familiar path. There were multiple fruit trees there, and it was the place where you always got both blackberries and blueberries when you were a child.
Your father showed it to you once, and it just got stuck in your brain. You could get there with your eyes closed.
Jam was something your family always loved. Before you were born, your mother always made sure to have some.
When she passed away, this also stopped happening, until you turned thirteen and found out about a book full of your mother's recipes.
Your brother always praised your cooking, and even though he said it didn't have the same taste as your mother's, yours was really delicious as well.
You wished you could have had at least one taste of your mother's cooking.
The wet feeling of Jiji's liking your hand brought you back to the present.
"You're bored?" You asked her, patting behind her ears once again. You looked around, trying to find something to entertain Jiji with.
Your attention was focused on a branch that was a short distance from where you were.
You grabbed the branch, throwing it as far as the strength in your arms would allow, so that Jiji would run after it.
As the dog turned around to find it and bring it back, you started the task of the day.
You had a handful of blueberries when you felt something hitting your foot.
You took the branch again, repeating the action so Jiji could play while you kept working.
When you had enough of them, you started walking back home, throwing the branch for Jiji on the way home.
When you were about to get out of the forest, you threw it a little too high, falling above a small tree. You sighed as Jiji started desperately barking at it, trying to get it back.
Putting the fruit on the ground for a second, you approached the tree, taking it and throwing it somewhere where Jiji could actually get it this time.
"Better now? You little—" Your words got stuck in the back of your throat as your eyes focused on something wrapped around one of the tree's leaves.
Dancing to the barely noticeable wind, there was a single hair.
A single blond hair with blood on it.
You felt your stomach twist; this was the hint you needed to finally leave behind the doubts you had had for your own sake for the past few days.
You carefully took it, holding it as if you were holding gold.
This was the biggest treasure you could have found.
Forgetting the blueberries behind you, you rushed towards the house. You were excited to show it to your brother.
How could he deny it now?
This was obviously proof enough.
You stormed into the room, the door slamming against the wall, startling both Mark and Luke.
"What happened?" Asked Mark, worried.
You didn't say anything; instead, you walked until you came face to face with your brother, lifting your fingers to show that you were securely there.
Your brother's eyes moved from your face to your hair. You clearly saw the frown on his face.
You heard Mark coming closer to you both, wanting to be included in whatever was happening as well.
"What are we looking at?" Mark asked, not understanding the meaning behind the hair.
"Look at it." You said, "What is this?"
"A hair?" Your brother said it without understanding as well.
"It's not just a hair; it's a blonde hair! And look—it also has blood on it. Dry blood!"
"(Y/n)..." Your brother mumbled annoyedly, "Don't start again with that nonsense."
"But listen to me!" You insisted, "It was in a tree near where I found the body before it disappeared."
"That doesn't prove anything! Are you hearing yourself right now?"
"But why doesn't it?" You protested, raising your voice.
"Because it's just a hair, there's nothing special about it!" Your brother replied, raising his voice as well, "There are plenty of blonde people in this town; one of them lost it when they were walking near here. That's way more realistic than some mysterious man suddenly dying and disappearing in the middle of the night."
"But what about the blood? That man's hair was soaking in blood, and so is this one!"
"(Y/n), Jiji literally killed a sheep; there are plenty of dogs around our house that are also killing animals, especially at night! That hair probably touched one of those animals."
"And what? Suddenly got stuck near the place where I saw that body?"
"Yes, (y/n), why is it so hard to believe?" Your brother replied, "Yesterday was pretty windy; that's probably why."
"Why does your theory make sense but mine doesn't?"
Your brother looked at you straight in the eyes and said, "You know why."
"What do you mean with that?" You couldn't believe your own ears.
"Okay, let's think about it for a second. You're telling me you saw a dead man's body outside the house, and what? Came back to life and just went back home?"
"Or," Mark started, "the person who killed him came back for the body?"
"Mark, don't start you too."
"I'm not starting anything; I'm just saying. I'm trying to think of more options."
"Oh well, congratulations then; you're probably going to get yourself killed in the upcoming week for seeing it."
"Luke, don't joke about it." Mark said it seriously, not finding it funny.
"I'm just saying, either you have a dead man coming back to life or a murder scene, and I don't know which one is better at this point."
"Let's just drop it; I'm hungry; why don't we eat now?" Mark intervened again, trying to erase the tension.
Luke slapped your wrist softly, not to hurt you but to make you drop the hair you still had in your hands.
"Let's just stop this; I don't want you to talk about it."
The rest of the lunch passed rather quietly. Mark and Luke continue talking with each other while you fully focus on finishing the meal Luke has prepared for you all.
As they finished it, they took their jackets and decided to keep the fun at Mark's house, leaving you by yourself at your house.
You didn't mind; after the interaction you had with your brother, you really needed some alone time.
So you went to your room and started organizing the mess you had made there the past few days. Opening your window to let the fresh air come in.
You enjoyed having the house to yourself, feeling free to do whatever you wanted to do, even if that was singing out loud or speaking to yourself.
You started singing and making your bed. The big pile of books you had forgotten on your nightstand was now on your bed with other books you had recently gotten from a neighbor who was about to throw them in the trash.
The flowers you had picked for yourself had dirty water on them, so going to the open window, you threw the water outside. You searched for Jiji from there, wondering where that dog could possibly be.
You turned around, putting new water on the flowers and letting them decorate your room from the small space by your window.
You heard Jiji suddenly barking at something, so you looked outside the window smiling, expecting to see Jiji, but instead, you saw a silhouette standing at the source of the forest.
The sillouete was tall, had pale skin, and had blonde hair. You couldn't really see his factions clearly since he was far away. But you could feel the eyes on you.
Your heart was beating really fast, and as you took two steps backward, you didn't notice the bedframe being so close to you.
And it wasn't until you lost your balance that you managed to separate your attention from the silhouette of your current situation.
One single thought occurred to your kind before your head hit the floor hard and everything turned black.
That dead man's body was looking straight at you.
