𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 + 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Werewolves, mystic, alluring, noticeable, dystopia, detailed gore, murder, torment

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The first leaf had yet to touch the ground this year. Unlike last year, the time had already passed the traditionally day with a full month, and that was very strange, regarded nothing was never not in time. Not here.

And he knew they were getting hungry.

Days were still filled with the lovely warmth of the sun, anticipation filling the air with toxic tugs of butchery, and people were smiling as their lives depended on it. Flowers still filled the gardens with memories of summer, and the scents forced the ugly on a run. But they were still among them.

Yeosang bend his head and glanced over his shoulder at the sound of a shrieking car. His fingers were buried deep into his pockets, hair whirling around in the early autumn wind as he waited for a sign. No one spared him a look, remaining their attention to their own lives. Hundreds of people passed him every single day, and yet he knew that everyone kept an eye on the closest other. Yeosang's blonde wavy hair was a pure sight, covering his restless eyes the slightest, his black turtleneck under his long black coat had others resting a look at him for a longer time than needed. He smelled the fear surrounding him and licked his lips for relief.

The city he lived in wasn't small but huge and famous, tremendous and well-known for a certain case of secrets. In the heart of the city, a beautiful tree stood, waving its leaves around in the wind, and people were always sitting around it, enjoying its abilities of calmness, not even science could explain. Every year at the end of summer, more people than normally could be found around said tree, waiting for the first green leaf to turn red and fall to the ground. Yeosang was there too, always clamping his hands in his pockets as sweat formed across his skin. His heartbeat would beat fast in an uneven rhythm that he knew others must be aware of.

And now he crossed the road, his mind wandering off to places that were foreign, thoughts were taking over. Last year, the first leaf had fallen on the rightful date, making the pledged sign for allowance, and they had suddenly creeped out from the shadows, teeth long and sharp. It always happened that people would run to catch the falling leaves to prevent the event from starting, filling their pockets with rotten luck and ease. Yeosang had never understood why people even would try because, in fact, when they knew that no one would see them ever again.

Their attempts are; waste of effort.

Yeosang was not the only one crossing the road that day. Hundreds of others were pushing past him to reach the heart, the tree that could be seen from every side of the city, and his feet stumbled to the side now and then, trying to keep up with the force. Raising his head from the ground, he found his eyes land on the huge gathering of people, all waiting for it to happen. His mother had always told him that the chances would be better if he saw when the fall happened. The chances for surviving.

Glancing around at the people, he felt the prejudices surface and move his eyes away whenever one would make eye contact. A mother beside him told her daughter to keep quiet when she asked her mother questions that no one should be asking in a place like this. The silence was pushing the anxiety forward, forcing it to jump from the edge. Yeosang swallowed thickly, retrieving from his wander among the mass, instead focussing at the huge tree with its blood-red leaves there were ready to let go at any moment. He inhaled deeply but was still out of breath afterward as if no air was to breathe. He knew the world was unbreathing at the moment the impact came rushing against the gathering in the heart.

And the wind let the leave flow in the air, rustling out against the people, suddenly it landed in Yeosang's hair. The ones around him scattered away when noticing the first one has landed on the boy, eyes staring horrifiedly at him as fingers were pointed through the masses of gasps. Yeosang stood wide-eyed and glanced at them without moving a single muscle. The blood-red color stood out against his blonde head, dripping down his back as he waited. But to his disbelief, everyone left as if nothing had happened. Not a single soul stayed back at the place, everyone waddled back into their own lives again.

He was shaking when he finally decided on reaching a hand up to move the fallen leaf away, and Yeosang glanced around for anyone to see when it landed on the ground. But no one was there to see when the game had started for real.

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Yeosang's apartment was illuminated by the gentle light from lit scented candles, soft voices conversing inside as terror pulled from the darkness outside. The male had quite a hard time focusing on anything as he kept looking himself over his shoulder for revealed teeth. His two friends had secured him about how he shouldn't worry too much.

"Stop being paranoid now, Sang-ie. No one will come for you."

Yeosang did not listen any bit, his heart rate only going high and his eyes kept seeing shadows in every corner. For a moment, his eyes lingered at Seonghwa's form for longer than he intended, but he just wasn't sure. You would never know who they were; your neighbor, your best friend, the friendly shop-owner down the street, yes - it could be your sister even.

Swallowing tightly, he tore his eyes away when the older caught his gaze. The clink from a cup had him startle and Yeosang turns his head at Hongjoong who struggled into the living room with hands filled with cups that contained hot chocolate.

"Here you go," he said cheerily and handed Yeosang his warm cup before proceeding to the place where Seonghwa sat. Yeosang's sight wavered at the pair as he watched how Seonghwa kissed Hongjoong on the cheek and pulled him onto his lap, noticing every little of their moves. He saw teeth in their smiles.

"Still thinking about what happened by the Heart today?"

Yeosang didn't bother answering the question as he turned his head to his small television, grabbing the remote control and switching it on. He could hear the annoyed groan come from Hongjoong, as he wasn't satisfied with the disregard he was getting from the youngest

"Ya! I asked you a question, how dare you turn the shoulder at me!"

"Hongjoong, let it be," Seonghwa hushed him, but Yeosang still heard their quiet murmurs at his side before fatality leaped into their heads; they were all silent now.

At the screen, a woman stood by her news-speaker table, emotionless as she spoke of the brutal, blurred photographs and videos there were shown on the other half of the screen. A gory body lay on the ground, red everywhere as Yeosang sensed how intestines leaked and parts of the body were missing. He was beyond terrified; he knew those pictures were meant for him to be that, and he was not at all relieved from the amount of police surrounding the corpse, pretending to figure out the murder when those teeth marks were impossible not to notice.

Yeosang wished he had turned off the television again before a row of new bodies were shown, blood draining down the impact from claw marks in the ground as the only evidence of the killing.

A soft voice sounded from his side, "Love, are you okay? You seem a little shaken."

"It's just all the blood," Hongjoong answered with an unmistakenly shaking voice that had Yeosang turn himself around to the couple. He still clutched his half-empty cup in his hands, but theirs stood at the floor by now as Seonghwa gently held the smaller close into his body. Yeosang wanted to cry from the overflowing emotions he held. The oldest's eyes were on him and he smiled sadly.

"It's okay, I got you."

The following hours, the screen was filled with images of how the city turned red. Yeosang had agreed to turn them off half an hour after they had seen the first case and instead withdrew to his bedroom for some sleep. His flatmates had done the same, guilt was filling his stomach from the look of Hongjoong's pale face and hands grasping Seonghwa's shirt as if his life depended on it. He could see how scared he was.

Yeosang found a bunch of clothes to sleep in before leaving for the bathroom to take a bath before silently tiptoeing into his bed. The scent from the candles Seonghwa had lit earlier still remained in the air, and somehow, it calmed him dearly for his nighttime. He fell asleep faster than he had thought, especially after what had happened that day.

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Tapping footsteps had him startle awake from his sleep. With open eyes, he gazed around in his room through the darkness while his heart was thumping aggressively against his ribs. It wanted out.

Yeosang couldn't breathe, despite he kept thinking that it probably just was Seonghwa who was wandering around to find some water for a dry throat. Suddenly the sound got softer. The male raised himself from the bed and forced his feet into his slippers before moving to his door, which stood ajar like it always did.

"Seonghwa, is it you?" he whispered for the older man as he found his way into the living room. But no one answered and the steps had disappeared too, confusing him deeply. Yeosang drew his brows together and steered for the door on his left hand, although no look was needed to know that the room was empty, quilts untidied like he hadn't seen them anytime before. Yeosang stuttered before turning around again and backing out of his flatmates' illuminated, empty bedroom. His mind was screaming. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were gone.

Yeosang gulped as anxiety crawled up his legs, this wasn't normal. Taking another step, he moved towards the kitchen, but it was as if they were entirely gone, as in not even being in the apartment right now. And the realization hit him, harder than it should.

And the front door was open.

Holding his breath, he stumbled backward and pulled himself to his room again. Yeosang's high pulse made him see shadows when the glowing eyes suddenly looked him in the eyes from a far end of the apartment. And they were green and murderous, and hungry. Yeosang screamed when the wolf leaped at him, so loud that he was sure that his neighbors had heard him. Frantically, he threw himself back in the direction of his bed, but its snout had already gotten a great hold of his leg, teeth digging so deep that Yeosang believed he heard his bones crack. His screams turned into pain when the beast hauled him away from the bed, his tailbone colliding against the ground and tears springing from his eyes.

"NO! NOO, LET GO OF ME!!" he screamed at the beast while his hands found something to hold on to for his dear life.

The wolf growled at him, throwing its head to the sides, and had its canines twisting deeper into his flesh as it flung strings off while attempting on having him the way it wanted. The sudden enormous pain of his foot getting ripped off, had Yeosang's voice disappear and for a moment his brain could only focus on a deep blurriness that had him close his eyes and turn his head to throw up all over the floor.

His face was wet and mouth tasting of acid, when a sob escaped his throat after hearing how bones were shattered as the wolf gnawed at Yeosang's foot. His imaginations were so scary that they would beat every horror movie ever made. The man was beyond horrified while he stayed on the floor, listening to how the beast licked its snout and snarled. His sight blurred in the dark as his nerves made him feel how blood trickled from the wound by his ankle, and Yeosang was biting insanely into his lip while he cried, his whole body shaking from the impact of the loss. His hands loosened from the grip he had around the bed's leg and he prayed for his life.

The sensation of nails digging into his thigh had the man choking at his tears before his eyes found the glaring green orbs looking straight down at his face. The creature's paw had pushed his shorts higher up, now claws were digging right into raw flesh and drawing blood. Yeosang's heartbeat jumped in pace, his nose suddenly flowing with an unknowing fluid from the pressure his vessels were forced with, and he couldn't look away again. Those green shades led the pain further away the more he stared into them, even if he knew of the effect. His pupils were big and blown, and the wolf was still baring its sharp, blood-stained teeth at him. Somehow he wanted it to just kill him.

"Please," he whispered dreadful, but it only stepped closer until a warm breath touched his skin. Yeosang's mind tried to flee from the moment and he squirmed away from the feeling. He had never feared anything more.

The beast had stilled, its luminous green orbs still carrying a mystic allurement that just made him fall deeper. The sound had him gasping for air before he started crying again. Bones were cracking, joints dis-attaching and fur left the skin for clothing instead. And a human was hovering over him, blood seething from his mouth. It was a mere young man.

Yeosang wanted to feel safe, knowing that it wasn't just a beast pressing him to the floor, but the green eyes he stared into told him another story. This werewolf was bloodthirsty after months of starvation. 

The man growled, leaning forward to let his nose touch Yeosang's neck, "Boy, you smell of wolf," a satin-smooth voice purred right to his ear that made him gulp in pure fear, "How fucking nice. Already claimed."

With a dizzy head, he felt the sensation of a rough tongue licking his skin that made him fail to notice the hand which moved to hold above his mouth. The man sank his teeth in his neck and he screamed with all his lungs capacity while his legs hurtfully trashed around beneath the heavy body. But the man didn't tear his head off, instead he retreated to watch Yeosang with a broad, bloody smirk.

"So rich of taste, I may devour you," a firm chest touched his own rapidly raising one before the man was razing a bite into his cheek while Yeosang tore at the man's strong arms, rather weakly. Suddenly a steel-strong hand held his wrist from pulling anymore and the werewolf snarled at Yeosang's gory face where salt water blended with red and shredded flesh. Slowly, his fingers were lifted to the other's face, and the man begged for mercy as he pulled with the strength he had left. His eyes were tightly shut close by the time he could feel the red spit dripping down his index finger and he whimpered when heat enveloped it fully.

"Stop!! P-please stop!" he howled when the man had let go of his mouth again, instead, the man's full attention was drawn on the digit between his deathly canines. The swirling muscle touching every part of the trembling skin pulled time to last longer and Yeosang waited angst-filled. It flooded his head when the stinging pain struck him so intensely that he believed the green eyes made him feel good. His finger was chewed off within the next seconds, and he saw the hunger swallowing the beast in the second the finger was ripped off his hand, and blood splattered into his mad face.

The man was vicious for his doings, only pulling one straw at a time to have Yeosang feeling the pain a little longer. Yeosang's voice wore off and his bedroom fell silent. Desperately pulling for air, he was dragged along the floor by a hand holding on to his only foot. His shirt ground against the pools of blood, sticking to his body and he could hear the man grin to himself. With lidded eyes and a swollen, pulsating face, he was met with noticing twinkling eyes again. They would have been pretty, if not for the stains of sins attached to his red-colored lips.

The man sighed and shook menacingly on his head as he crouched down to come closer Yeosang. He groaned when his heal hit the ground, and tried to steer out of his haze when teeth nibbled at his lip.

"Guess your flatmates are back, hm? Have you missed them?" the man's hand caressed his hair gently and the taste of his own blood invaded his mouth. Yeosang tensed at the act, but his soul had already left his body while he still laid with wide eyes and stared up into the green ones. Blood was everywhere, following his every move.

"Oh, Sang-ie.. are you scared?"

Seonghwa stood by his side, head tilted to the side and Yeosang just stared terrified into those green eyes that he now held. Another wolf approached, fearfully stepping through the room as it snarled.

"Has Yunho been a good boy to you?" he asked with a stretched smile and Yeosang had to tear his eyes away to look up at the man, whose face had grown wild. The wolf's snout dripped with excitement and its tongue licked it, attentively watching its prey underneath its body.

Yeosang couldn't save himself.

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