As the caring person she was, she always thought about others, so here she was walking through the dark streets with a bag in her hand, the smell of death slowly filling the air around her. It was pure luck that not many people were around, she had thought she would meet more people, but so far it was only one elder woman, who didn’t seem to notice the smell at all. Anyway, for once she wasn’t hungry, she couldn’t believe she had killed someone, she usually took already dead people, but this time she couldn’t control herself. At least the hunger is gone, the female said to herself. About five minutes of walking later she reached her destination, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she tapped the youngers shoulder. As he turned around she hold the bag up, knowing he had probably already noticed the smell. “Brought you something.”, she giggled, head tipping to the left as she saw the confusion on his face. “You know I always think about others.”, her words came out quietly, not wanting to be too loud at this point. Since it was late, and humans are probably trying to sleep at this time. “.. and since I am such a nice person I brought you something to eat, mhm.”, her head moved in a nodding motion after her statement was made. “It’s the heart, and a piece of the arm, more or less.” More or less meaning she wasn’t actually planning to give him a piece of the arm as she just did, she had actually planned to eat it herself, but then she decided otherwise. So she gave it to him anyway. “You better thank me.”
The scarce wind against the night sky blows and prickles against Kook’s elbows causing terrible goose bumps crawl to his skin, hair arsing at the scent - or maybe it could have do something with the way the woman looked too carefree and giddy like the hand approaching his and it takes him no longer seconds to realize such dead meat are fresh, his nostrils take it all and the inhale he takes shoots straight to his brain like a first drag of coccaine and he hates how he’s tempted but absolutely love the way Hyuna thought of him - going through the trouble of bringing her a treat, except this is still so very immoral to Jungkook’s part, it hasn’t been a week since his girlfriend’s transformation and she’s becoming more and more skilled, more and and more, brutal. “Noona, I should be scolding you, you know you didn’t have to take away a life to feed your needs, this human’s heart is practically still pulsing with blood - ” he starts thinking how juicy that would be, and he’s suddenly thirsty so he begins to lean over, kissing Hyuna on the neck, trying to wash aside every hunger jolting it’s way to his system and replace it with temporary sexual longing, that wasn’t a hart task to do. Hyuna is lovely. Kook’s hands drops the plastic bag on the ground, cringing at the unpleasant squishing sound it made and starts tugging Hyuna into the premises of privacy in his house.
