rating: pg-13
wc: 4,782
summary: The grin that breaks Seungjun’s face is a wicked one, white teeth in a perfect row as his fangs slip out instinctively. Oh, he shouldn’t have. He really shouldn’t have, but it was the only thing he could think of, the only way he learned to keep people from leaving his side.
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The rain spraying across their poorly built roof is what wakes Jihun up, the smell of dying smoke surrounding him. )