Shadows (Fragments)
Shadows (Fragments)
Pairing : Taecyeon/Wooyoung, Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating r , Fantasy au, wc 5000~
Summary : It’s a love triangle between The Warrior, The Prince, and Wooyoung..er…i mean The Guardian of the Gem. lol. unbetaed.
Taecyeon
" Wooyoung..." Taecyeon gasps as Wooyoung rides him, rocking in perfect rhythm with his own hips. Wooyoung was hot, burning, skin glistening in sweat as the sunlight escaping from the curtains and closed windows falls upon him. His eyes shuts in pleasure and his mouth parted, eliciting the most wonderful noises Taecyeon have ever heard. He was in ecstasy , the sight of Wooyoung, the sounds he makes, the feel of Wooyoung upon him, was bringing him closer to the edge.
Wooyoung bends forward and captures him in a kiss so deep and sweet and that was all it took for everything to explode. Taecyeon came with Wooyoung flooding his every senses. In his mind, in his blood, claiming him to the last drop with desire. In his heart, filling him with something he never knew he could ever feel again. Taecyeon knew this moment would burn deep in his memory.
The sun stubbornly heads to west, Taecyeon could hear birds calling it's flock to return to their nests as the sky catches streaks of faint orange in its color. But sunset was still a few hours away. They still have time.
Taecyeon watched as Wooyoung stirs in his sleep. Eyes opening lazily and catching his gaze. He blinks and gives Taecyeon a shy smile.
" What time is it? Why didn't you wake me ?" He asks as Taecyeon kissed his arm, moving gingerly up to his shoulder.
Taecyeon loves Wooyoung's scent, its like flowers and herbs and something musky and warm at the same time. " Because I love watching you sleep." He says before licking Wooyoung's neck, working his way to tantalize the cute ear resting so near.
" I will have to go ." Wooyoung murmurs. His hand stroking Taecyeon's back.
" Not in a few more hours. "
" Eventually the hours will pass..." Wooyoung breathes. Broken.
" It doesn't have to be that way. You doesn't have to go." He faces Wooyoung, looking at his eyes closely. Wooyoung turns his face away.
" Why did you love me? I can't--, give you anything..." Wooyoung chokes. His eyes glazed with tears. " I can't give you a family, I can't bear you a child. I can't even give you my entire self as I will always, always be that being every time the sun sets and the moon appears. Most of all, it brought you nothing but heartache and burdens to love me when I'm not allowed to love you back, when I can't ever be with you. " The tears starts falling. Wooyoung bit his lips, holding back a sob. Never had he felt the need to be anything else but him right now.
Taecyeon carefully brushes Wooyoung's cheek. The sight of Wooyoung suffering made something inside him ache. He searches for Wooyoung's eyes, when the latter refuses to look at him, Taecyeon hugs him closer and buries him in his arms.
" Wooyoung..." He hushed. Fingers stroking the strands of hair in Wooyoung's head. " You are my family. You are everything I want, and you are everything I need, and still you are everything more. You are you, and it is enough for me."
Wooyoung's hair was soft, and it had a faint scent of citrus as Taecyeon planted kisses there. " Don't cry. Don't hurt anymore. Don't you know that whatever pains you pained me also..?" Taecyeon lifts Wooyoung's chin to face him and kisses his forehead, his cheek, --damp and salty of tears, his lips,--soft and sweet and quivering.
Taecyeon looks deep into the eyes looking back at him. Such gentle eyes, such gentle love. The tears had stopped, but Wooyoung's breath still hitches once and a while. " You..." Taecyeon says to him. " You are everything to me.."
Wooyoung keeps his silence and holds Taecyeon tighter, pressing his cheek on his lovers chest, listening to the beating heart as it gives him serenity, even if it were never to last.
Taecyeon swallows, later. Later, he will mourn on the answers Wooyoung gave him , as Wooyoung had answered him many times before this. Later, he will go through life in constant pain and agony and emptiness, because life without Wooyoung is no life at all. But now, he will not let anything tampers with the joy of having Wooyoung safe inside his arms, his love strong, rooting in his heart.
" Come with me.." He hushes to Wooyoung's ears when his love loosens the buttons on his collar.
" I can't .." Wooyoung tells him, eyes defeated and lips pressed into thin line and he knew it is just as hard for Wooyoung as it was to him.
Wooyoung goes to take the leather vest off of Taecyeon and slung it over the side chair and Taecyeon watches his every move, admiring every detail, every puffs of breath from his lips, every sway of eyelashes as he blinks, everything. Taking in every simple little gesture Wooyoung makes as he continues to undress him in silence. His heart ache from the love he feel for this man, standing so close to him and yet he was worlds apart.
" Come with me,... " He asks again, begging, but Wooyoung just shakes his head weakly.
" I can't.." The same damn words departs his lips.
" We'll run together, as far away from here. We'll find a place to be together. I will love you and let no harm comes to you, you can tickle me senseless in the morning and I'll let you nag the heck out of me for the rest of the day. I will stay by your side when the night comes and we will wait for the dawn together. Wooyoung, please say yes...." He pulls Wooyoung close, arms encircling the slim waist and buries his nose on Wooyoung's hair.
" I can't.. I can't turn my back on my people." Wooyoung whispers against his chest." I will find you. " He murmurs. " If the gods wants us to be together then I will find you."
" Damn what the gods wants ! I want you , I want you to share your life with me..."
" I can't Taecyeon. My life isn't mine to share. It did not belong to me even as I left my mother's womb. But my love is yours, my soul is yours. Bring me with you where ever you go...." Wooyoung starts to cry. Breath hitching and shoulder shaking and Taecyeon embraced him tighter.
" Come with me.." He urges.
" People will die if I do.."
" Damn the people! " Taecyeon hisses, tears brimming his eyes. If it were his choice, it wouldn't be this difficult. He would choose Wooyoung over anything, over everything. He was just selfish like that.
Wooyoung intertwined their fingers. He took out a red silk ribbon from his pocket, lacing it around to hold their hands together.
Wooyoung stares into his eyes, tears flowing but his voice was steady, determent as he recites his oath, " as heaven and earth as my witness. Never will I love another man as much as I love you. Never will my desire enticed and aroused by another hand that is not yours, another lips that is not your lips...." Wooyoung stops, swallowing his tears.. " and I will stay true to you untill death comes for me, that by heaven's blessings, reunites me back with you.". He leans forward and plants a chaste kiss on Taecyeon's lips.
" Wooyoung....." Taecyeon cries, cupping his cheek. " Come with me... " He begs for the last time . " Please.. ..."
" I will always be with you..." Wooyoung answers. " Pray to the heavens for us to be united in our next lifetime." He forced a smile. " Be strong for me. Be brave. Live your life to the fullest and know that I will wait for you when it ends."
Taecyeon broke down and pulls Wooyoung in his hug. He knew Wooyoung had made his mind, and that there was no way he could change it. Taecyeon knew this was his last moment to hold Wooyoung like this, to kiss him this way. He will have to leave tonight, Wooyoung a few hours sooner, and they will part ways and will never see each other ever again. He lifts Wooyoung onto his waist, the latter wrapped his feet around Taecyeon's thighs as they kissed fervently towards the bed.
They will make love.
They will laugh.
They will cry.
They will live this moment together, savoring every ticking second until the time comes for them part. Until then, they will shut the world beyond the doors of their room out.
Their world , beautiful, captivating, fragile as it was breaking apart with each passing moment, lies within these walls, in a small chamber of the old light house.
It is their private fleeting heaven.
~
Wooyoung
Why can't these damn tears stop?
Wooyoung took long repetitive breaths to calm himself down as he gallops his steed slower. Desperately wiping these stubborn tears that seems to flow endlessly ever since he left the lighthouse. Maybe the tears flows because he's in pain, knowing that he may never see Taecyeon ever again after today. But it was for the better, he assures himself.
The imperial gate lies just over the bridge, he can't let the guard sees him crying or there will be rumors. The last thing he wanted was to desecrate Nichkhun's name any further, that, and the fact that if anyone knew he was gone to see Taecyeon, even dares to spend the entire day with him, there will be no telling of the peril he will cause him.
The guards bows at his arrivals, the horse boy came running for his steed as Wooyoung just jumped off and walked briskly deeper into the castle, taking off his gloves as he walk.
Royal maids came to him in the corridor and offers to take his cloak but Wooyoung waves them off. He just need to be in his chamber as fast as his feet could carry him. He would start running for it if he didn't thought it would bring more suspicions towards him. The walls have eyes. Wooyoung knows that fact for sure.
He nods to a few high rank guards crossing his path and hope they didn't see anything out of the ordinary about him. Didn't see the tears welling up behind his forced fake smile. Didn't see that he was going to break down sobbing anytime soon while praying for death to come sooner so he can meet his lover once again.
Only in his chamber he can be safe from prying eyes, ears that listens more than they should, mouth that speaks the truth, in the most painful ways.
One more turn, one more turn on the end of this aisle and he can hide himself from the world. Shedding these masks he's so used of wearing to hide his true feeling,-to protect all his loved ones. Then, sinking under the blanket and forgetting about everything and just sleep. One more turn, and he's fr--,
" Your excellency! "
Wooyoung stopps by the sound of approaching footsteps. One of the imperial maids. They serves only the imperial family, so her coming for him must meant someone from the inner lineage wants something from him. Wooyoung can feel his heart pounds faster.
" Yes.? " He gave a stoic face. His hands clutching the leather gloves that he wore to ride.
" His imperial highness requested your presence "
His imperial highness. Of course, Wooyoung inwardly cursed his luck. Nichkhun.
" Now?" Wooyoung blinks. Such a stupid question he knew, but this can't be. Nichkhun can't requested for his presence now. Not when he's on the verge to tears, not when he's breaking apart, falling apart. Not now . " Let's go then." He continues before the maids have the chance to speak.
The large door to Nichkhun's room was pushed open before him, and Wooyoung can see the fire place from where he stood. The maids took his cloak and gloves and motioned him to enter and so he did.
He knows this room. He's familiar with everything inside it. It used to be his private playground with Nichkhun when they were just children. From the marble fire place to the immense four poles bed. He remembers jumping up and down on the bouncy and soft mattress with Nichkhun, scaring their nannys and servants. But it was a very long time ago, almost felt like centuries long.
" Your excellency, it's good to see you doing well. " A man about his father's age greets him with a smile.
" Thank you councilmen Jung " Wooyoung replies.
" I believe your day out was....satisfying?"
Wooyoung felt his heart stops at the remark. What was councilmen Jung insinuating? He gave a side long glance at the man and realized that the honorable councilmen was not smiling, he was sneering.
" What i choose to do in my day out is none of your concern, councilmen. " Wooyoung gave a short, rather harsh reply. He was ,-despite everything, guardian of the gem, and no man of lower rank should speak to him in such tone.
" Councilmen , leave us.". Another voice came to Wooyoung's ear and he saw Nichkhun. Standing by his study table. His back facing Wooyoung.
The door creaked and closed behind him. Wooyoung tries to control the erratic beating of his heart. Had something happened? Why is Nichkhun being cold and distant? His childhood friend was usually warm and affectioned towards him, this change of attitude made him uneasy, and it didn't help that the sunset is closely approaching, Wooyoung had always gotten nervous at these times. The being inside him is getting stronger and controlling it had become a challenge everytime.
Stay calm. Breathe. he told himself. Mind projecting the memories of his homeland to ease the tension he's feeling. The peaceful beaches, the rolling waves crashing patiently on the reefs. The various colorful flower which names he can decipher with only one single sniff of its fragrance. The land he loved with all his heart. His home.
" Where have you been? " Nichkhun's asks him. His voice low and cold and the sense of peace Wooyoung was starting to feel evaporates quicker than one of old man Daegu's mixture out in the sun..
" Riding. " Wooyoung answers him. Nichkhun still have his back facing him. The candles were lit and Nichkhun had all the windows and curtains closed
" Riding..." He echoes Wooyoung's answer. " For the entire day?"
" Yes. Its a beautiful day out." He replies. Noticing how Nichkhun fists his hand at his answer. Wooyoung swallows.
" Where did you rode to?"
He blinks. Weighing in his mind whether he's just being paranoid again or there really is something else behind Nichkhun's seemingly casual questions. Does Nichkhun knows? He couldn't have. Wooyoung assures himself. He has been very careful about everything.
" Around. Sightseeing. Rathamore is a large capitol, I don't think I will ever see enough."
" Indeed. Rathamore is beautiful. " Nichkhun takes a deep breath and finally, turns to face him. But his face was dark, lacking the smile he almost always have. " You should see the Bay area. It's lovely there. It'll remind you of your home. The sea, the reefs, and there's this old light house there, very beautiful. It was build during my grandfather's time. You can see the vast sea from there, a breathtaking view." He paused, voice dropping low and darker than Wooyoung ever remember himself hearing. " But you've already seen that light house, right Wooyoung?"
Nichkhun knew. The realization made Wooyoung's heart pounds mercilessly against his ribcages, his eyes boring holes on Nichkhun's bedroom floor, unable to look the prince in the eye.
" Answer me." Nichkhun says.
" Yes. " Wooyoung finally says after a long silence. " Yes it's very lovely there. " He chokes. Wooyoung lifts his face and asks him. " You knew,....how did you knew? Did councilmen Jung informed you.?"
" He didn't need to." Nichkhun hissed. Voice laced with something dangerous. "You reek his stench. How can I not tell."
" Nichkhun i--,"
" Give me one good reason why I should not have his head on a platter by tomorrow." Nichkhun demands in a threatening tone. His hands clenched the edges of the table, knuckles white , shaking from the sheer anger that did not escape Wooyoung's eyes.
Wooyoung felt all his strength had abandoned from him. He's already in an emotional turmoil from his separation with Taecyeon, and now his back bone felt like pudding and his knees threatened to give any moment. Never had he saw Nichkhun so angry before. His brown eyes lost the warm glow it used to hold, in it's place was flickering fiery reds that burns Wooyoung the more he fixed his gaze at Nichkhun. Even the being inside the prince was in rage.
" Speak..., open your mouth and answer me." Nichkhun spat.
Wooyoung swallows, nervous. His palm was wet and he wanted to bolt out of there, to be back in Taecyeon's arm. . Nichkhun eyed him with fuming rage, the flickering candle made his shadow danced on the bedroom walls, bigger and darker than usual.
But it was not just anger , Wooyoung knew. Saw. The shame, the disgrace Wooyoung had caused Nichkhun. The humiliation that will befell the prince had anyone else hear of this is were unmentionable. Wooyoung understands his offense was beyond forgiveness. Now he must choose his answer carefully, for what ever truth he speak, will effect not only him, but also Nichkhun, and Taecyeon, and most of all, the lives of his people.
" I--,.." He thought of lying. To say that it was nothing but a fling, that he was bored, that he was only playing around, that it means nothing. Nichkhun will believe him. Surely Nichkhun will know its a lie, but Nichkhun will choose to believe him. So why not just lie ? His mind screamed.
Wooyoung lowers his hand, didn't remember lifting them to his chest, unknowingly clutching the front of the shirt he's wearing in his wave of distress. He wipes the sweat of his palm on his pants, adjusting to breathe slower, calmer. Nichkhun gaze on him was unnerving. He forced himself to looked back at Nichkhun, and knew he couldn't lie. He wouldn't lie. Nichkhun deserves the truth, he owes it that much to him.
" I love him, Nichkhun." Wooyoung answers. His confession was no more than a whisper, but he knew Nichkhun could hear him.
If Nichkhun was angry before, he was raging now. His eyes set ablaze as he snatch the candle holder on the table and make his way to Wooyoung.
Wooyoung closes his eyes and readies himself to receive whatever harm Nichkhun intend to do to him. It was his fault. He let this happens. He was careless to fall for the warrior that saved him and it cannot be undone.
The air shifts around him and Wooyoung knew the blow is coming. Nichkhun screams and he hears a loud clank of what sounds like a candle holder being tossed against the wall.
" Can't you even lie to me?" Nichkhun exasperated. " Are you that much in love with him that you fail to see my sufferings?" He's gripping Wooyoung's shoulder, shaking them harshly in his outburst of anger.
" Must I hear with my own ears those words of blasphemy spoken true by your lips? .....Your sweet,...innocent lips... " His voice softens as it trails away. Wooyoung feels a soft press on his lips and opens his eyes. Slender fingers grazing, gently tracing his lips, trembling, longing. Nichkhun had a dazed look on his face, and when their gaze met, It had come to Wooyoung that it wasn't anger, it wasn't shame; it was, more than anything. Pain.
" I'm sorry..." Wooyoung quivers. His hand timidly raised to hold Nichkhun's cheek and the young prince closes his eyes to the touch. Wooyoung wants to fix this, he never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not Nichkhun of all people. " It's my fault. I am to blame. I never thought it could come this way, but it was a long journey, and I have been reckless. I will bear the consequence, I will endure whatever punishment you choose to give to me "
" Of course, ...." Whispering quietly, Nichkhun took Wooyoung's hand from his cheek.
Mild kisses were given to his palm, then going to his wrists, finally Nichkhun brought them together and kissed his fingers. A strange serene calmness was shown on his face as he lift his head and looked to Wooyoung.
" I should've realized it sooner." Nichkhun reaches forward and fixs Wooyoung's mused fringe, he smiled sympathetically, the warm loving glow of his eyes was back. " You're too naïve, " he says, wiping the tears Wooyoung unknowingly shed. " The elders had taught you everything and yet they have taught you nothing. You're so pure...innocent, you knew nothing of these deceiving conniving games people play. You still believe that everyone have a good heart like yours. I see it now. "
" Now go, wash and freshen yourself, then rest , you look tired." Nichkhun kissed his forehead. His kiss was warm, but it lacks the fluttering butterflies Wooyoung felt in his stomach like when Taecyeon kissed him earlier. " Someone will pay for this insult. But it won't be you. " Nichkhun mutters.
Wooyoung felt a chill down his spine as he hear Nichkhun said it. " Who? Who will? Who is this you speak of? who will pay for the insult? " He asked. A discomforting feeling crept inside of him as his thoughts wanders to Taecyeon, in his chamber by the light house.
Nichkhun smiles. " Its nothing your little head should worry. No one will took advantage of you any longer. I shall put a stop to it"
His mouth reacted faster than his mind. " No! Don't hurt him. Please, Khun, if anyone is to blame it should be me. He had done nothing. Its me, blame me. Please.." The barriers finally broke. The tension, fear, sorrow and pain he desperately held back exploded at the thought of Taecyeon being harmed. His tears comes flowing down as he begs.
Nichkhun gazed at him as if he had grown a third eye as he spoke, pleads and begs. Wooyoung had lost all care of what Nichkhun would think of him. His sole concern was Taecyeon's safety.
" He has done nothing ?Don't hurt him? " Nichkhun scoffs. " Wooyoung, I will not hurt him, that you can be sure. I will kill him. By this time tomorrow, the earth would be lessen from the footsteps of that insolent ill-bred man."
" Nichkhun. No. Please. Me, take me instead. Kill me instead." Wooyoung tugs the sleeves of Nichkhun's robe, desperate to change his mind. Nichkhun was the future king of Rathamore, if he want Taecyeon dead, then there's isn't any place in the eastern region where Taecyeon can be safe. His tears flows faster, he begs harder. Anything to stop Nichkhun from going with his plan. Anything.
" Stop this !" Nichkhun swung the back of his hand in his peak of annoyance, landing it on Wooyoung's cheek. The imperial ring he wore scratched the skin where it landed. A streak of red is seen as blood starts to seeped out from the wound . Somehow , seeing the wound inflicts Nichkhun's anger even more.
" Should it be like this then?!!" He pushed Wooyoung back by the shoulder. His strength was no match for Wooyoung and the latter falls with his back to the bed behind him. " I've tried to reason with you. Why are you still like this? Do you like it when I used strength to get what I want from you?." Nichkhun's chest heaved, the flare of anger burns again.
Wooyoung tries to get up, supporting his weight with his elbows when Nichkhun moved forward, climbing the bed with his knee. " If you kill him tonight, then tommorow you will have to bury two bodies. His, and mine. I swear Nichkhun, I will take my own life if ever you should take his." Wooyoung stutters, backing away as Nichkhun dangerously approaching. " And if you hurt him in anyway, then I shall spent my entire life hating you. Despising you with every breath I take till the day that I die.."
" Do you know how long I've waited for you? " Nichkhun approached Wooyoung with his hands and knees. Ignoring Wooyoung's puny little threats. " How much I want you? how much I want to make this work? For us to work? I treat you with love, affection. I grant you your every wish, I gave you your precious time, freedom, thinking you will find your way to me, that you will come by my side willingly. But No, " Nichkhun hissed, seething with jealousy.
" You kept coming back to him. You keep searching for him. Even the entity inside you longs for his touch, his voice, his disrespectful shameless love. It seems you're keen to be treated roughly. That's how he handles you, right? Hard and rough. Fine then, I shall give to you the way you liked it. I will be rough with you. " He ends with a dangerous tone.
Wooyoung keep shifting back, desperately keeping a safe distance between them.Because this is Nichkhun's room and this is Nichkhun's bed and Nichkhun had this dark glint in his eyes that can only be describe with one word.
Hunger.
~
Nichkhun
He didn't want it to be this way.
Wooyoung's backing away from him. A look of distress seen clearly upon his face. What is it? Confusion? Guilt? Why is he backing away? Fear? Is Wooyoung afraid of him?
He should be.
Right now, Nichkhun thinks Wooyoung should really fear him.
Because Nichkhun's not feeling like his own self. Never he felt so much anger, jealousy, that burns his insides and boils his blood like molten lava in his veins. The heat. The scorching heat. The strength he suddenly feel, surging through to the tips of his toes as he claws his way to Wooyoung.
The hunger.
His eyes wildly observes Wooyoung. His brownish auburn hair, mused and disheveled and damp with sweat. His shirt missing a few upper buttons, like it was yanked off in a fight or the likes, allowing Nichkhun to see his twin protruding collar bones, the little dipping curve between them, Nichkhun swallows audibly.
Wooyoung was saying something to him , his breath was heavy and hitched, eyes glazed and palm opens in a defensive way. But Nichkhun's mind was clouded, -No, ...not clouded, his mind has never been so clear and sharp as it is now. His senses awaken, his perceptions heightened . He can sniffs Wooyoung's sweat, salty and heavy and smells like sex.
He knew it. Right from the first step Wooyoung took entering his room. Wooyoung had that man's stench on him. On, all over and in him. Nichkhun stomach twirls in disgust. There's only one way for Wooyoung's unique and delicate scent, -that Nichkhun memorized so well-, to get mixed so strongly in this kind of intensity with another persons scent. Only one way. The only way that should belong to him. That was his birthright to take. That even the thought of reaping it from Wooyoung shudders him under his skin.
His eyes fixed on Wooyoung's adam's apple , bobbing up and down as he speak, the skin slick with sweat, taunting him, teasing him as a drop trails down Wooyoung's neck, going down his chest and vanished under the thin fabric of his shirt. Nichkhun felt his body burning, his head buzzing, and was that him growling so low and, .aroused?
" Nichkhun..." Wooyoung calls his name, quivering like he should. His back already pressed against the headboard. Trapped. The second Wooyoung's palm touches Nichkhun's chest something inside Nichkhun reacted.
He can't remember it clearly. Like he always feels when he's in this state, when the entity empowers and took him over. Only flashes, pieces of images and noise. Wooyoung's widen eyes of horror, his fair skin, exposed as Nichkhun's hand had moved and ripped the shirt off him, tossing it carelessly to the side. Wooyoung's beneath him. Bare. Squirming. Writhing. Intoxicating him. The press of their skin satisfy a long kept hunger inside of him. The more Wooyoung struggles the more Nichkhun wants him .
" Nichkhun, please...don't do this.." Wooyoung whimpers. He saw Nichkhun's eyes, dark and wild, flickering red with anger and lust and he knew it was too late. It wasn't Nichkhun anymore, it was the entity inside him.
He licks Wooyoung's skin. Liking the way the skin felt on his tongue, the taste of it on his buds. He can feel his hands shaking, shuddering as it moves and roughly touches, -claims , every part of Wooyoung. His entity searches for its pair , locked deep within Wooyoung. Its calling it out, it longs to reunite, to merge and fulfill their calling. In the peak of the heat, Nichkhun sunk his teeth and bit Wooyoung's shoulder.
Wooyoung screamed, jerked his head back in agony. Nichkhun pressed even more, tasting copper in his mouth.
When Wooyoung lifts his head up, there was this blue icy glaze in his eyes. The fear and anxiety gone from his face, there's only the look of annoyance, as if Nichkhun had irritate him beyond comprehension.
" I said, don't do this..." Wooyoung hissed, voice so much lower with a sense of authority that wasn't there before. Nichkhun heard it too, raising his head to meet Wooyoung's eyes.
He saw the dangerous glint and shifts to move away, but it was too late. Wooyoung already caught Nichkhun's throat with his fingers, crushing it slowly while getting up from the bed, lifting both of their bodies with such ease.
Nichkhun struggles, he kicks, he punches, he claws but Wooyoung wouldn't budge. His gaze fixed on Nichkhun's eyes, angry, annoyed and intimidating. Nichkhun could feel fear creeping his spine.
Wooyoung was stronger, faster, and by the deadly glare his eyes holds, it was clear.
His entity had woken.
***
Pairing : Taecyeon/Wooyoung, Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating r , Fantasy au, wc 5000~
Summary : It’s a love triangle between The Warrior, The Prince, and Wooyoung..er…i mean The Guardian of the Gem. lol. unbetaed.
Taecyeon
" Wooyoung..." Taecyeon gasps as Wooyoung rides him, rocking in perfect rhythm with his own hips. Wooyoung was hot, burning, skin glistening in sweat as the sunlight escaping from the curtains and closed windows falls upon him. His eyes shuts in pleasure and his mouth parted, eliciting the most wonderful noises Taecyeon have ever heard. He was in ecstasy , the sight of Wooyoung, the sounds he makes, the feel of Wooyoung upon him, was bringing him closer to the edge.
Wooyoung bends forward and captures him in a kiss so deep and sweet and that was all it took for everything to explode. Taecyeon came with Wooyoung flooding his every senses. In his mind, in his blood, claiming him to the last drop with desire. In his heart, filling him with something he never knew he could ever feel again. Taecyeon knew this moment would burn deep in his memory.
The sun stubbornly heads to west, Taecyeon could hear birds calling it's flock to return to their nests as the sky catches streaks of faint orange in its color. But sunset was still a few hours away. They still have time.
Taecyeon watched as Wooyoung stirs in his sleep. Eyes opening lazily and catching his gaze. He blinks and gives Taecyeon a shy smile.
" What time is it? Why didn't you wake me ?" He asks as Taecyeon kissed his arm, moving gingerly up to his shoulder.
Taecyeon loves Wooyoung's scent, its like flowers and herbs and something musky and warm at the same time. " Because I love watching you sleep." He says before licking Wooyoung's neck, working his way to tantalize the cute ear resting so near.
" I will have to go ." Wooyoung murmurs. His hand stroking Taecyeon's back.
" Not in a few more hours. "
" Eventually the hours will pass..." Wooyoung breathes. Broken.
" It doesn't have to be that way. You doesn't have to go." He faces Wooyoung, looking at his eyes closely. Wooyoung turns his face away.
" Why did you love me? I can't--, give you anything..." Wooyoung chokes. His eyes glazed with tears. " I can't give you a family, I can't bear you a child. I can't even give you my entire self as I will always, always be that being every time the sun sets and the moon appears. Most of all, it brought you nothing but heartache and burdens to love me when I'm not allowed to love you back, when I can't ever be with you. " The tears starts falling. Wooyoung bit his lips, holding back a sob. Never had he felt the need to be anything else but him right now.
Taecyeon carefully brushes Wooyoung's cheek. The sight of Wooyoung suffering made something inside him ache. He searches for Wooyoung's eyes, when the latter refuses to look at him, Taecyeon hugs him closer and buries him in his arms.
" Wooyoung..." He hushed. Fingers stroking the strands of hair in Wooyoung's head. " You are my family. You are everything I want, and you are everything I need, and still you are everything more. You are you, and it is enough for me."
Wooyoung's hair was soft, and it had a faint scent of citrus as Taecyeon planted kisses there. " Don't cry. Don't hurt anymore. Don't you know that whatever pains you pained me also..?" Taecyeon lifts Wooyoung's chin to face him and kisses his forehead, his cheek, --damp and salty of tears, his lips,--soft and sweet and quivering.
Taecyeon looks deep into the eyes looking back at him. Such gentle eyes, such gentle love. The tears had stopped, but Wooyoung's breath still hitches once and a while. " You..." Taecyeon says to him. " You are everything to me.."
Wooyoung keeps his silence and holds Taecyeon tighter, pressing his cheek on his lovers chest, listening to the beating heart as it gives him serenity, even if it were never to last.
Taecyeon swallows, later. Later, he will mourn on the answers Wooyoung gave him , as Wooyoung had answered him many times before this. Later, he will go through life in constant pain and agony and emptiness, because life without Wooyoung is no life at all. But now, he will not let anything tampers with the joy of having Wooyoung safe inside his arms, his love strong, rooting in his heart.
" Come with me.." He hushes to Wooyoung's ears when his love loosens the buttons on his collar.
" I can't .." Wooyoung tells him, eyes defeated and lips pressed into thin line and he knew it is just as hard for Wooyoung as it was to him.
Wooyoung goes to take the leather vest off of Taecyeon and slung it over the side chair and Taecyeon watches his every move, admiring every detail, every puffs of breath from his lips, every sway of eyelashes as he blinks, everything. Taking in every simple little gesture Wooyoung makes as he continues to undress him in silence. His heart ache from the love he feel for this man, standing so close to him and yet he was worlds apart.
" Come with me,... " He asks again, begging, but Wooyoung just shakes his head weakly.
" I can't.." The same damn words departs his lips.
" We'll run together, as far away from here. We'll find a place to be together. I will love you and let no harm comes to you, you can tickle me senseless in the morning and I'll let you nag the heck out of me for the rest of the day. I will stay by your side when the night comes and we will wait for the dawn together. Wooyoung, please say yes...." He pulls Wooyoung close, arms encircling the slim waist and buries his nose on Wooyoung's hair.
" I can't.. I can't turn my back on my people." Wooyoung whispers against his chest." I will find you. " He murmurs. " If the gods wants us to be together then I will find you."
" Damn what the gods wants ! I want you , I want you to share your life with me..."
" I can't Taecyeon. My life isn't mine to share. It did not belong to me even as I left my mother's womb. But my love is yours, my soul is yours. Bring me with you where ever you go...." Wooyoung starts to cry. Breath hitching and shoulder shaking and Taecyeon embraced him tighter.
" Come with me.." He urges.
" People will die if I do.."
" Damn the people! " Taecyeon hisses, tears brimming his eyes. If it were his choice, it wouldn't be this difficult. He would choose Wooyoung over anything, over everything. He was just selfish like that.
Wooyoung intertwined their fingers. He took out a red silk ribbon from his pocket, lacing it around to hold their hands together.
Wooyoung stares into his eyes, tears flowing but his voice was steady, determent as he recites his oath, " as heaven and earth as my witness. Never will I love another man as much as I love you. Never will my desire enticed and aroused by another hand that is not yours, another lips that is not your lips...." Wooyoung stops, swallowing his tears.. " and I will stay true to you untill death comes for me, that by heaven's blessings, reunites me back with you.". He leans forward and plants a chaste kiss on Taecyeon's lips.
" Wooyoung....." Taecyeon cries, cupping his cheek. " Come with me... " He begs for the last time . " Please.. ..."
" I will always be with you..." Wooyoung answers. " Pray to the heavens for us to be united in our next lifetime." He forced a smile. " Be strong for me. Be brave. Live your life to the fullest and know that I will wait for you when it ends."
Taecyeon broke down and pulls Wooyoung in his hug. He knew Wooyoung had made his mind, and that there was no way he could change it. Taecyeon knew this was his last moment to hold Wooyoung like this, to kiss him this way. He will have to leave tonight, Wooyoung a few hours sooner, and they will part ways and will never see each other ever again. He lifts Wooyoung onto his waist, the latter wrapped his feet around Taecyeon's thighs as they kissed fervently towards the bed.
They will make love.
They will laugh.
They will cry.
They will live this moment together, savoring every ticking second until the time comes for them part. Until then, they will shut the world beyond the doors of their room out.
Their world , beautiful, captivating, fragile as it was breaking apart with each passing moment, lies within these walls, in a small chamber of the old light house.
It is their private fleeting heaven.
~
Wooyoung
Why can't these damn tears stop?
Wooyoung took long repetitive breaths to calm himself down as he gallops his steed slower. Desperately wiping these stubborn tears that seems to flow endlessly ever since he left the lighthouse. Maybe the tears flows because he's in pain, knowing that he may never see Taecyeon ever again after today. But it was for the better, he assures himself.
The imperial gate lies just over the bridge, he can't let the guard sees him crying or there will be rumors. The last thing he wanted was to desecrate Nichkhun's name any further, that, and the fact that if anyone knew he was gone to see Taecyeon, even dares to spend the entire day with him, there will be no telling of the peril he will cause him.
The guards bows at his arrivals, the horse boy came running for his steed as Wooyoung just jumped off and walked briskly deeper into the castle, taking off his gloves as he walk.
Royal maids came to him in the corridor and offers to take his cloak but Wooyoung waves them off. He just need to be in his chamber as fast as his feet could carry him. He would start running for it if he didn't thought it would bring more suspicions towards him. The walls have eyes. Wooyoung knows that fact for sure.
He nods to a few high rank guards crossing his path and hope they didn't see anything out of the ordinary about him. Didn't see the tears welling up behind his forced fake smile. Didn't see that he was going to break down sobbing anytime soon while praying for death to come sooner so he can meet his lover once again.
Only in his chamber he can be safe from prying eyes, ears that listens more than they should, mouth that speaks the truth, in the most painful ways.
One more turn, one more turn on the end of this aisle and he can hide himself from the world. Shedding these masks he's so used of wearing to hide his true feeling,-to protect all his loved ones. Then, sinking under the blanket and forgetting about everything and just sleep. One more turn, and he's fr--,
" Your excellency! "
Wooyoung stopps by the sound of approaching footsteps. One of the imperial maids. They serves only the imperial family, so her coming for him must meant someone from the inner lineage wants something from him. Wooyoung can feel his heart pounds faster.
" Yes.? " He gave a stoic face. His hands clutching the leather gloves that he wore to ride.
" His imperial highness requested your presence "
His imperial highness. Of course, Wooyoung inwardly cursed his luck. Nichkhun.
" Now?" Wooyoung blinks. Such a stupid question he knew, but this can't be. Nichkhun can't requested for his presence now. Not when he's on the verge to tears, not when he's breaking apart, falling apart. Not now . " Let's go then." He continues before the maids have the chance to speak.
The large door to Nichkhun's room was pushed open before him, and Wooyoung can see the fire place from where he stood. The maids took his cloak and gloves and motioned him to enter and so he did.
He knows this room. He's familiar with everything inside it. It used to be his private playground with Nichkhun when they were just children. From the marble fire place to the immense four poles bed. He remembers jumping up and down on the bouncy and soft mattress with Nichkhun, scaring their nannys and servants. But it was a very long time ago, almost felt like centuries long.
" Your excellency, it's good to see you doing well. " A man about his father's age greets him with a smile.
" Thank you councilmen Jung " Wooyoung replies.
" I believe your day out was....satisfying?"
Wooyoung felt his heart stops at the remark. What was councilmen Jung insinuating? He gave a side long glance at the man and realized that the honorable councilmen was not smiling, he was sneering.
" What i choose to do in my day out is none of your concern, councilmen. " Wooyoung gave a short, rather harsh reply. He was ,-despite everything, guardian of the gem, and no man of lower rank should speak to him in such tone.
" Councilmen , leave us.". Another voice came to Wooyoung's ear and he saw Nichkhun. Standing by his study table. His back facing Wooyoung.
The door creaked and closed behind him. Wooyoung tries to control the erratic beating of his heart. Had something happened? Why is Nichkhun being cold and distant? His childhood friend was usually warm and affectioned towards him, this change of attitude made him uneasy, and it didn't help that the sunset is closely approaching, Wooyoung had always gotten nervous at these times. The being inside him is getting stronger and controlling it had become a challenge everytime.
Stay calm. Breathe. he told himself. Mind projecting the memories of his homeland to ease the tension he's feeling. The peaceful beaches, the rolling waves crashing patiently on the reefs. The various colorful flower which names he can decipher with only one single sniff of its fragrance. The land he loved with all his heart. His home.
" Where have you been? " Nichkhun's asks him. His voice low and cold and the sense of peace Wooyoung was starting to feel evaporates quicker than one of old man Daegu's mixture out in the sun..
" Riding. " Wooyoung answers him. Nichkhun still have his back facing him. The candles were lit and Nichkhun had all the windows and curtains closed
" Riding..." He echoes Wooyoung's answer. " For the entire day?"
" Yes. Its a beautiful day out." He replies. Noticing how Nichkhun fists his hand at his answer. Wooyoung swallows.
" Where did you rode to?"
He blinks. Weighing in his mind whether he's just being paranoid again or there really is something else behind Nichkhun's seemingly casual questions. Does Nichkhun knows? He couldn't have. Wooyoung assures himself. He has been very careful about everything.
" Around. Sightseeing. Rathamore is a large capitol, I don't think I will ever see enough."
" Indeed. Rathamore is beautiful. " Nichkhun takes a deep breath and finally, turns to face him. But his face was dark, lacking the smile he almost always have. " You should see the Bay area. It's lovely there. It'll remind you of your home. The sea, the reefs, and there's this old light house there, very beautiful. It was build during my grandfather's time. You can see the vast sea from there, a breathtaking view." He paused, voice dropping low and darker than Wooyoung ever remember himself hearing. " But you've already seen that light house, right Wooyoung?"
Nichkhun knew. The realization made Wooyoung's heart pounds mercilessly against his ribcages, his eyes boring holes on Nichkhun's bedroom floor, unable to look the prince in the eye.
" Answer me." Nichkhun says.
" Yes. " Wooyoung finally says after a long silence. " Yes it's very lovely there. " He chokes. Wooyoung lifts his face and asks him. " You knew,....how did you knew? Did councilmen Jung informed you.?"
" He didn't need to." Nichkhun hissed. Voice laced with something dangerous. "You reek his stench. How can I not tell."
" Nichkhun i--,"
" Give me one good reason why I should not have his head on a platter by tomorrow." Nichkhun demands in a threatening tone. His hands clenched the edges of the table, knuckles white , shaking from the sheer anger that did not escape Wooyoung's eyes.
Wooyoung felt all his strength had abandoned from him. He's already in an emotional turmoil from his separation with Taecyeon, and now his back bone felt like pudding and his knees threatened to give any moment. Never had he saw Nichkhun so angry before. His brown eyes lost the warm glow it used to hold, in it's place was flickering fiery reds that burns Wooyoung the more he fixed his gaze at Nichkhun. Even the being inside the prince was in rage.
" Speak..., open your mouth and answer me." Nichkhun spat.
Wooyoung swallows, nervous. His palm was wet and he wanted to bolt out of there, to be back in Taecyeon's arm. . Nichkhun eyed him with fuming rage, the flickering candle made his shadow danced on the bedroom walls, bigger and darker than usual.
But it was not just anger , Wooyoung knew. Saw. The shame, the disgrace Wooyoung had caused Nichkhun. The humiliation that will befell the prince had anyone else hear of this is were unmentionable. Wooyoung understands his offense was beyond forgiveness. Now he must choose his answer carefully, for what ever truth he speak, will effect not only him, but also Nichkhun, and Taecyeon, and most of all, the lives of his people.
" I--,.." He thought of lying. To say that it was nothing but a fling, that he was bored, that he was only playing around, that it means nothing. Nichkhun will believe him. Surely Nichkhun will know its a lie, but Nichkhun will choose to believe him. So why not just lie ? His mind screamed.
Wooyoung lowers his hand, didn't remember lifting them to his chest, unknowingly clutching the front of the shirt he's wearing in his wave of distress. He wipes the sweat of his palm on his pants, adjusting to breathe slower, calmer. Nichkhun gaze on him was unnerving. He forced himself to looked back at Nichkhun, and knew he couldn't lie. He wouldn't lie. Nichkhun deserves the truth, he owes it that much to him.
" I love him, Nichkhun." Wooyoung answers. His confession was no more than a whisper, but he knew Nichkhun could hear him.
If Nichkhun was angry before, he was raging now. His eyes set ablaze as he snatch the candle holder on the table and make his way to Wooyoung.
Wooyoung closes his eyes and readies himself to receive whatever harm Nichkhun intend to do to him. It was his fault. He let this happens. He was careless to fall for the warrior that saved him and it cannot be undone.
The air shifts around him and Wooyoung knew the blow is coming. Nichkhun screams and he hears a loud clank of what sounds like a candle holder being tossed against the wall.
" Can't you even lie to me?" Nichkhun exasperated. " Are you that much in love with him that you fail to see my sufferings?" He's gripping Wooyoung's shoulder, shaking them harshly in his outburst of anger.
" Must I hear with my own ears those words of blasphemy spoken true by your lips? .....Your sweet,...innocent lips... " His voice softens as it trails away. Wooyoung feels a soft press on his lips and opens his eyes. Slender fingers grazing, gently tracing his lips, trembling, longing. Nichkhun had a dazed look on his face, and when their gaze met, It had come to Wooyoung that it wasn't anger, it wasn't shame; it was, more than anything. Pain.
" I'm sorry..." Wooyoung quivers. His hand timidly raised to hold Nichkhun's cheek and the young prince closes his eyes to the touch. Wooyoung wants to fix this, he never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not Nichkhun of all people. " It's my fault. I am to blame. I never thought it could come this way, but it was a long journey, and I have been reckless. I will bear the consequence, I will endure whatever punishment you choose to give to me "
" Of course, ...." Whispering quietly, Nichkhun took Wooyoung's hand from his cheek.
Mild kisses were given to his palm, then going to his wrists, finally Nichkhun brought them together and kissed his fingers. A strange serene calmness was shown on his face as he lift his head and looked to Wooyoung.
" I should've realized it sooner." Nichkhun reaches forward and fixs Wooyoung's mused fringe, he smiled sympathetically, the warm loving glow of his eyes was back. " You're too naïve, " he says, wiping the tears Wooyoung unknowingly shed. " The elders had taught you everything and yet they have taught you nothing. You're so pure...innocent, you knew nothing of these deceiving conniving games people play. You still believe that everyone have a good heart like yours. I see it now. "
" Now go, wash and freshen yourself, then rest , you look tired." Nichkhun kissed his forehead. His kiss was warm, but it lacks the fluttering butterflies Wooyoung felt in his stomach like when Taecyeon kissed him earlier. " Someone will pay for this insult. But it won't be you. " Nichkhun mutters.
Wooyoung felt a chill down his spine as he hear Nichkhun said it. " Who? Who will? Who is this you speak of? who will pay for the insult? " He asked. A discomforting feeling crept inside of him as his thoughts wanders to Taecyeon, in his chamber by the light house.
Nichkhun smiles. " Its nothing your little head should worry. No one will took advantage of you any longer. I shall put a stop to it"
His mouth reacted faster than his mind. " No! Don't hurt him. Please, Khun, if anyone is to blame it should be me. He had done nothing. Its me, blame me. Please.." The barriers finally broke. The tension, fear, sorrow and pain he desperately held back exploded at the thought of Taecyeon being harmed. His tears comes flowing down as he begs.
Nichkhun gazed at him as if he had grown a third eye as he spoke, pleads and begs. Wooyoung had lost all care of what Nichkhun would think of him. His sole concern was Taecyeon's safety.
" He has done nothing ?Don't hurt him? " Nichkhun scoffs. " Wooyoung, I will not hurt him, that you can be sure. I will kill him. By this time tomorrow, the earth would be lessen from the footsteps of that insolent ill-bred man."
" Nichkhun. No. Please. Me, take me instead. Kill me instead." Wooyoung tugs the sleeves of Nichkhun's robe, desperate to change his mind. Nichkhun was the future king of Rathamore, if he want Taecyeon dead, then there's isn't any place in the eastern region where Taecyeon can be safe. His tears flows faster, he begs harder. Anything to stop Nichkhun from going with his plan. Anything.
" Stop this !" Nichkhun swung the back of his hand in his peak of annoyance, landing it on Wooyoung's cheek. The imperial ring he wore scratched the skin where it landed. A streak of red is seen as blood starts to seeped out from the wound . Somehow , seeing the wound inflicts Nichkhun's anger even more.
" Should it be like this then?!!" He pushed Wooyoung back by the shoulder. His strength was no match for Wooyoung and the latter falls with his back to the bed behind him. " I've tried to reason with you. Why are you still like this? Do you like it when I used strength to get what I want from you?." Nichkhun's chest heaved, the flare of anger burns again.
Wooyoung tries to get up, supporting his weight with his elbows when Nichkhun moved forward, climbing the bed with his knee. " If you kill him tonight, then tommorow you will have to bury two bodies. His, and mine. I swear Nichkhun, I will take my own life if ever you should take his." Wooyoung stutters, backing away as Nichkhun dangerously approaching. " And if you hurt him in anyway, then I shall spent my entire life hating you. Despising you with every breath I take till the day that I die.."
" Do you know how long I've waited for you? " Nichkhun approached Wooyoung with his hands and knees. Ignoring Wooyoung's puny little threats. " How much I want you? how much I want to make this work? For us to work? I treat you with love, affection. I grant you your every wish, I gave you your precious time, freedom, thinking you will find your way to me, that you will come by my side willingly. But No, " Nichkhun hissed, seething with jealousy.
" You kept coming back to him. You keep searching for him. Even the entity inside you longs for his touch, his voice, his disrespectful shameless love. It seems you're keen to be treated roughly. That's how he handles you, right? Hard and rough. Fine then, I shall give to you the way you liked it. I will be rough with you. " He ends with a dangerous tone.
Wooyoung keep shifting back, desperately keeping a safe distance between them.Because this is Nichkhun's room and this is Nichkhun's bed and Nichkhun had this dark glint in his eyes that can only be describe with one word.
Hunger.
~
Nichkhun
He didn't want it to be this way.
Wooyoung's backing away from him. A look of distress seen clearly upon his face. What is it? Confusion? Guilt? Why is he backing away? Fear? Is Wooyoung afraid of him?
He should be.
Right now, Nichkhun thinks Wooyoung should really fear him.
Because Nichkhun's not feeling like his own self. Never he felt so much anger, jealousy, that burns his insides and boils his blood like molten lava in his veins. The heat. The scorching heat. The strength he suddenly feel, surging through to the tips of his toes as he claws his way to Wooyoung.
The hunger.
His eyes wildly observes Wooyoung. His brownish auburn hair, mused and disheveled and damp with sweat. His shirt missing a few upper buttons, like it was yanked off in a fight or the likes, allowing Nichkhun to see his twin protruding collar bones, the little dipping curve between them, Nichkhun swallows audibly.
Wooyoung was saying something to him , his breath was heavy and hitched, eyes glazed and palm opens in a defensive way. But Nichkhun's mind was clouded, -No, ...not clouded, his mind has never been so clear and sharp as it is now. His senses awaken, his perceptions heightened . He can sniffs Wooyoung's sweat, salty and heavy and smells like sex.
He knew it. Right from the first step Wooyoung took entering his room. Wooyoung had that man's stench on him. On, all over and in him. Nichkhun stomach twirls in disgust. There's only one way for Wooyoung's unique and delicate scent, -that Nichkhun memorized so well-, to get mixed so strongly in this kind of intensity with another persons scent. Only one way. The only way that should belong to him. That was his birthright to take. That even the thought of reaping it from Wooyoung shudders him under his skin.
His eyes fixed on Wooyoung's adam's apple , bobbing up and down as he speak, the skin slick with sweat, taunting him, teasing him as a drop trails down Wooyoung's neck, going down his chest and vanished under the thin fabric of his shirt. Nichkhun felt his body burning, his head buzzing, and was that him growling so low and, .aroused?
" Nichkhun..." Wooyoung calls his name, quivering like he should. His back already pressed against the headboard. Trapped. The second Wooyoung's palm touches Nichkhun's chest something inside Nichkhun reacted.
He can't remember it clearly. Like he always feels when he's in this state, when the entity empowers and took him over. Only flashes, pieces of images and noise. Wooyoung's widen eyes of horror, his fair skin, exposed as Nichkhun's hand had moved and ripped the shirt off him, tossing it carelessly to the side. Wooyoung's beneath him. Bare. Squirming. Writhing. Intoxicating him. The press of their skin satisfy a long kept hunger inside of him. The more Wooyoung struggles the more Nichkhun wants him .
" Nichkhun, please...don't do this.." Wooyoung whimpers. He saw Nichkhun's eyes, dark and wild, flickering red with anger and lust and he knew it was too late. It wasn't Nichkhun anymore, it was the entity inside him.
He licks Wooyoung's skin. Liking the way the skin felt on his tongue, the taste of it on his buds. He can feel his hands shaking, shuddering as it moves and roughly touches, -claims , every part of Wooyoung. His entity searches for its pair , locked deep within Wooyoung. Its calling it out, it longs to reunite, to merge and fulfill their calling. In the peak of the heat, Nichkhun sunk his teeth and bit Wooyoung's shoulder.
Wooyoung screamed, jerked his head back in agony. Nichkhun pressed even more, tasting copper in his mouth.
When Wooyoung lifts his head up, there was this blue icy glaze in his eyes. The fear and anxiety gone from his face, there's only the look of annoyance, as if Nichkhun had irritate him beyond comprehension.
" I said, don't do this..." Wooyoung hissed, voice so much lower with a sense of authority that wasn't there before. Nichkhun heard it too, raising his head to meet Wooyoung's eyes.
He saw the dangerous glint and shifts to move away, but it was too late. Wooyoung already caught Nichkhun's throat with his fingers, crushing it slowly while getting up from the bed, lifting both of their bodies with such ease.
Nichkhun struggles, he kicks, he punches, he claws but Wooyoung wouldn't budge. His gaze fixed on Nichkhun's eyes, angry, annoyed and intimidating. Nichkhun could feel fear creeping his spine.
Wooyoung was stronger, faster, and by the deadly glare his eyes holds, it was clear.
His entity had woken.
***