[fic] beauty from pain; jaejoong/junsu
beauty from pain
~1,200w,
jaejoong/junsu, R
horror, drama, vampire!au
summary: He's so beautiful when he's scared. So lovely when he's petrified. I have no choice but to make him mine.
“...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
I crouch down before him. I'm amused at his jerky movements in a chance to scramble away from me. Am I not beautiful? Am I not dark and fierce? Others would beg to differ. He backs against the wall. He knows he can go no further. His shoulders are so tense, so deliciously tight with fear.
"Mo-monster!" His shrill voice makes me wince. It's so amusing watching him like this. But I'm also entranced. "G-get away from me! What do you want from me!"
Poor thing, he looks so scared, so confused, he's petrified. I love him.
I move closer, he scrambles away. He scurries like a mouse.
Oh, little mouse, little mouse, don't be afraid.
He's clawing the walls with a feeble attempt of escape. This boy never seizes to amuse me. Where does he think he can go? Does he think he can really get through that wall if he claws hard enough? Does he actually think I would let him go? Ha, mortals are too amusing.
"Are you afraid?" I ask, just for the sake of hearing his voice. He looks too shocked to even move, much less breathe. He looks adorable like this. "Don't you want to leave? Don't you want to get away from here?"
"W-what are you saying?"
I sigh before I clarify, "Come to the darkness with me, Junsu. You don't need to fear."
But he does fear and it only makes me want him more. I move forward again. But this time he doesn't move, he's finally realizes there is nowhere to go.
What a smart little mouse.
I crawl between his legs, he's petrified, trembling. It's beautiful. I want him more. His neck is bleeding from my last attempt, his shirt ripped, collar bone protruding, teasing. He's so delicious, I just want to taste him.
A finger reaches out, touching the expanse of his neck and he winces visibly. The blood trickle's down my hand, slow, and luscious. A tongue reaches out to taste it, lick it. The boy watches in horrid fascination. Poor little mouse he doesn't know what to think.
And what should I do? Should I let him free? Should I let him keep this pathetic life? No… I love him to much to let him live like this. I should keep him, put him in a glass case so no one can touch him, for my eyes only. He can stay behind that glass and live a life protected and secured.
But wait… isn't glass cold?
We wouldn't want him to freeze.
I have no choice but to take him. Bring him to the darkness and make him mine. He'll learn to appreciate it in the long run, I'm sure.
My hand is on his thigh, the other is on his cheek. He is so stiff, so frozen, it's hard to tell if he's even breathing. But he's alive, he living as the blood pumps through those delectable veins. And oh, how I can't wait to sink my fangs into him and taste him.
"Don't be afraid," I coax as I rub his cheek gently. "You won't die." I reassure.
His eye's widen, it's just too adorable. "R-really?" he says weakly.
"You won't die per-se. Let's just call it rebirth."
"Rebirth?" He repeats like there's nothing else to say..
"Rebirth." I reassure. "You'll be reborn, you'll love it. Do you trust me?"
He's still visibly tense. His eyes wide and unsure, his lips slightly parted. He's still afraid, but that's okay, I love him like this. I lean over and brush my lips against his. If it was possible, he tensed even more. But he eventually succored to my lips. They all do. But he's the only one that matters.
I nip his lip and taste the prick of blood. Oh, so delicious. I'm addicted.
"Come, Junsu. Be mine forever. Are you still frightened of me?
He doesn't speak, but his eyes say it all. He's unsure, but they all are in the beginning. I smile. And I lean to his neck, giving an experimental lick on the damaged flesh of his skin before I continue to take what's mine.
His head rolls back, mouth open in a silent scream. Little mouse, he's so gorgeous. I just want to taste him more. But I mustn't be selfish, I promised him no death.
I pull back and he is slack in my arms. Poor thing, he passed out. Now I'll have to wait for him to join me in eternity. But he's so beautiful, it's worth the wait.
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A/N: *hides* This is completely diffrent from anything I have ever wrote. I don't think I've ever writen anything so dark before, It's creepy! I was nervous about posting this and I'm pretty sure umai_jae_ai won't like it too much. But oh well... XD Comments are LOVE! Still not sure how I feel about this... >.<
~1,200w,
jaejoong/junsu, R
horror, drama, vampire!au
summary: He's so beautiful when he's scared. So lovely when he's petrified. I have no choice but to make him mine.
“...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
I crouch down before him. I'm amused at his jerky movements in a chance to scramble away from me. Am I not beautiful? Am I not dark and fierce? Others would beg to differ. He backs against the wall. He knows he can go no further. His shoulders are so tense, so deliciously tight with fear.
"Mo-monster!" His shrill voice makes me wince. It's so amusing watching him like this. But I'm also entranced. "G-get away from me! What do you want from me!"
Poor thing, he looks so scared, so confused, he's petrified. I love him.
I move closer, he scrambles away. He scurries like a mouse.
Oh, little mouse, little mouse, don't be afraid.
He's clawing the walls with a feeble attempt of escape. This boy never seizes to amuse me. Where does he think he can go? Does he think he can really get through that wall if he claws hard enough? Does he actually think I would let him go? Ha, mortals are too amusing.
"Are you afraid?" I ask, just for the sake of hearing his voice. He looks too shocked to even move, much less breathe. He looks adorable like this. "Don't you want to leave? Don't you want to get away from here?"
"W-what are you saying?"
I sigh before I clarify, "Come to the darkness with me, Junsu. You don't need to fear."
But he does fear and it only makes me want him more. I move forward again. But this time he doesn't move, he's finally realizes there is nowhere to go.
What a smart little mouse.
I crawl between his legs, he's petrified, trembling. It's beautiful. I want him more. His neck is bleeding from my last attempt, his shirt ripped, collar bone protruding, teasing. He's so delicious, I just want to taste him.
A finger reaches out, touching the expanse of his neck and he winces visibly. The blood trickle's down my hand, slow, and luscious. A tongue reaches out to taste it, lick it. The boy watches in horrid fascination. Poor little mouse he doesn't know what to think.
And what should I do? Should I let him free? Should I let him keep this pathetic life? No… I love him to much to let him live like this. I should keep him, put him in a glass case so no one can touch him, for my eyes only. He can stay behind that glass and live a life protected and secured.
But wait… isn't glass cold?
We wouldn't want him to freeze.
I have no choice but to take him. Bring him to the darkness and make him mine. He'll learn to appreciate it in the long run, I'm sure.
My hand is on his thigh, the other is on his cheek. He is so stiff, so frozen, it's hard to tell if he's even breathing. But he's alive, he living as the blood pumps through those delectable veins. And oh, how I can't wait to sink my fangs into him and taste him.
"Don't be afraid," I coax as I rub his cheek gently. "You won't die." I reassure.
His eye's widen, it's just too adorable. "R-really?" he says weakly.
"You won't die per-se. Let's just call it rebirth."
"Rebirth?" He repeats like there's nothing else to say..
"Rebirth." I reassure. "You'll be reborn, you'll love it. Do you trust me?"
He's still visibly tense. His eyes wide and unsure, his lips slightly parted. He's still afraid, but that's okay, I love him like this. I lean over and brush my lips against his. If it was possible, he tensed even more. But he eventually succored to my lips. They all do. But he's the only one that matters.
I nip his lip and taste the prick of blood. Oh, so delicious. I'm addicted.
"Come, Junsu. Be mine forever. Are you still frightened of me?
He doesn't speak, but his eyes say it all. He's unsure, but they all are in the beginning. I smile. And I lean to his neck, giving an experimental lick on the damaged flesh of his skin before I continue to take what's mine.
His head rolls back, mouth open in a silent scream. Little mouse, he's so gorgeous. I just want to taste him more. But I mustn't be selfish, I promised him no death.
I pull back and he is slack in my arms. Poor thing, he passed out. Now I'll have to wait for him to join me in eternity. But he's so beautiful, it's worth the wait.
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A/N: *hides* This is completely diffrent from anything I have ever wrote. I don't think I've ever writen anything so dark before, It's creepy! I was nervous about posting this and I'm pretty sure umai_jae_ai won't like it too much. But oh well... XD Comments are LOVE! Still not sure how I feel about this... >.<