these late nights were starting to get to him. it was one thing to agree to come in earlier, but stay so late was another entirely. bo groaned as he pulled himself up the steps to his apartment building, his bag hanging haphazardly off his shoulder as he slowly pushed through the door. he wanted nothing more than to just head upstairs and fall face first in his mattress and sleep for the rest of the day. or for the rest of the century, it didn’t really matter to him. mumbling quietly to himself under his breath, bo hauled himself up the stairs the rest of the way to his door. he paused, fumbling around in his pocket for his keys sleepily until he found his door key with a sigh of relief.
as the door swung shut with a soft click behind him, bo paused. there was a sinking feeling in his gut, and he felt his skin crawl with the sensation of someone else’s eyes on him. he hesitated, half-bent still to slip his shoes off as he’d been about to do, that sickening feeling in his gut enough to fill him with dread. if there was truly was someone in his apartment, he wasn’t really sure if he’d have enough time to get out before the stranger caught him. still, he had to try he supposed. letting out a breath, he straightened himself and turned to flee.
@toothmcrks
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐆O𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. he’s on him before he’s even made it to the door, an arm wound around his waist, the other quick to press a hand over bogum’s mouth. “ don’t scream. ” it’s soft, gentle, the faintest hint of a threat threaded through it as ilsang presses closer, lips brushing the side of bogum’s neck. it makes his fangs ache; bogum’s never smelled so sweet. he’s close enough to taste the bitter tang of fear clinging to him, the thrum, thrum, thrum of his pulse heavy underneath his skin. slowly, he loosens his hold, turning bogum in his arms. it’s too tempting, having him like this. “ been awhile, hasn’t it? ” ilsang asks, swallowing down the bloodlust that threatens to make his fangs spring free.
