intoxicating; 2
† Intoxicating [2/?]
► B.A.P; OT6, hinted BangHim | pg13 | AU; supernatural | 800+w
Daehyun can't resist the forbidden.
a/n: clichéd stuff is clichéd;;;;;
It has been a week and a half since Daehyun's first visit to Moon Jongup and since then the hunter has been keeping tabs on the latter. So far he thinks the whole operation is some late April fool’s joke that Yongguk threw at him as the kid who he's supposed to get information about high school kidnappings and blood feasts do not hold traits that Daehyun is trained to spot. To Daehyun, the kid is just a mere normal high school student. One of the things Daehyun has learned about Moon Jongup is that he's some kid that likes to dance while washing dishes and this he regularly sees from the tree branch he's usually perched on from across the street.
Daehyun sighs behind the dark mask that covered his now numb face. The weather is quite unforgiving that night, with gusts of wind sending tiny twigs and leaves all over the place with Daehyun getting hit in the process. Fiddling with a long and thing iron needle, he thinks back to the past few days. He admits that the past week and a half are probably the laziest and the most unproductive weeks he's ever had in the past two years. The only thing he does is follow the kid around from school and back to the apartment since he's decided to wait around until Moon Jongup does something out of the routine he's taken accustomed to. He waits for a few minutes, observing from his branch after the lights in the apartment shuts off.
Eyeing a dead leaf from across the street; he flicks his wrist, sending the iron needle swiftly through the air. Swinging his legs off the branch, he swiftly lands on the wet pavement gracefully and without sound. The wind ruffling his dark jacket and hair as he strides towards a sleek black motorcycle a few meters away, keeping his senses heightened as the wind blows against his masked face. He straddles the leather seat and rides through the chilly wind back to MATO headquarters.
Daehyun steps off the elevator on the 26th floor and heads to the only door at the end of the corridor. With his hands deep in his jacket's pockets, he pays a little visit to Yongguk. It has been a week and a half since he was assigned to the 'mission', and sure the kidnappings keeps on escalating but he sees no connection to it with Moon Jongup. There must be something about the kid that made Bang Yongguk send him to ‘retrieve information’ from Moon Jongup knowing that he doesn't do well with 'keeping the bloodsucker alive'. Either Yongguk tells him what's happening or good bye Moon Jongup.
Mid-stride, he pauses. He notices that the dark mahogany door is ajar; very unusual especially for Yongguk. He hears a soft muffled scratching sound. Daehyun sidesteps and presses his back against the wall by the entrance, leaning ever so slightly to peer in the space between the door and the door frame.
The room is dark with the the lights from the city below illuminating through the giant glass panels behind Yongguk's desk. Daehyun notices some movements in the room; he presses himself further back into the wall, concentrating his trained senses to the movements in the room.
Daehyun notes the silhouette sitting behind the desk. Yongguk, he guesses. He notices another outline, its tall and slim structure moves near the glass panels.
"Guk-ah, I need you."
Daehyun's forehead creases underneath the thick layer of hair that covered it, his brows furrowing trying to concentrate on the voice. Daehyun shifts slightly as the silhouette moves closer to the chair where Yongguk is, slow and fluid. He briefly sees the face of the owner of the silhouette as he passes by a ray of light bouncing off of one of the glass bookshelves; Himchan.
Himchan's dark outline disappears as he bends over Yongguk's chair, his body pressed closely against it.
Something at the back of Daehyun's mind tugs at him, screaming that he should just get the fuck out. Not that he cares about the 'privacy' of the two lovers but something about it that is quite unsettling and it is making Daehyun's skin crawl.
A cloying sweet scent invades his senses and at that moment, the elevator at the end of the corridor indicates that it is coming up to the floor. He whips his head back to Yongguk and Himchan’s direction only to find the door has been shut. Daehyun swears underneath his breath. Yongguk probably knows that he was there. Yongguk fucking knows.
The door of the elevator cracks open. Daehyun dashes forward, his shoulder silently slamming against the wall abreast to the elevator’s shiny surface. He spots a fire exit at the other side of the corridor.
Now or never.
Daehyun presses his back against the cold fire escape door. He turns slightly, his ear against the metal surface. He listens intently. He hears a few hushed mutters of “it’s been nearly two weeks” “moon” and “spirit” as the elevator doors closes.
He licks his dry lips under the mask, the corner of his lips slightly curving. He’s going to have to finish the ‘mission’ quickly.
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a/n: /casually contributes to badfics/ practice makes perfect right? hoping great people like you guys could help me with my writing~ weeeeeeeeeeeeeell, this chapter is idk. was originally 2k+ words long but im going to be an ass and only put the boring bit ^^
still not used to ~this~ kind of writing. i'm more of a fluffy idk type of thing that idek ;~; sorry.
► B.A.P; OT6, hinted BangHim | pg13 | AU; supernatural | 800+w
Daehyun can't resist the forbidden.
a/n: clichéd stuff is clichéd;;;;;
It has been a week and a half since Daehyun's first visit to Moon Jongup and since then the hunter has been keeping tabs on the latter. So far he thinks the whole operation is some late April fool’s joke that Yongguk threw at him as the kid who he's supposed to get information about high school kidnappings and blood feasts do not hold traits that Daehyun is trained to spot. To Daehyun, the kid is just a mere normal high school student. One of the things Daehyun has learned about Moon Jongup is that he's some kid that likes to dance while washing dishes and this he regularly sees from the tree branch he's usually perched on from across the street.
Daehyun sighs behind the dark mask that covered his now numb face. The weather is quite unforgiving that night, with gusts of wind sending tiny twigs and leaves all over the place with Daehyun getting hit in the process. Fiddling with a long and thing iron needle, he thinks back to the past few days. He admits that the past week and a half are probably the laziest and the most unproductive weeks he's ever had in the past two years. The only thing he does is follow the kid around from school and back to the apartment since he's decided to wait around until Moon Jongup does something out of the routine he's taken accustomed to. He waits for a few minutes, observing from his branch after the lights in the apartment shuts off.
Eyeing a dead leaf from across the street; he flicks his wrist, sending the iron needle swiftly through the air. Swinging his legs off the branch, he swiftly lands on the wet pavement gracefully and without sound. The wind ruffling his dark jacket and hair as he strides towards a sleek black motorcycle a few meters away, keeping his senses heightened as the wind blows against his masked face. He straddles the leather seat and rides through the chilly wind back to MATO headquarters.
Daehyun steps off the elevator on the 26th floor and heads to the only door at the end of the corridor. With his hands deep in his jacket's pockets, he pays a little visit to Yongguk. It has been a week and a half since he was assigned to the 'mission', and sure the kidnappings keeps on escalating but he sees no connection to it with Moon Jongup. There must be something about the kid that made Bang Yongguk send him to ‘retrieve information’ from Moon Jongup knowing that he doesn't do well with 'keeping the bloodsucker alive'. Either Yongguk tells him what's happening or good bye Moon Jongup.
Mid-stride, he pauses. He notices that the dark mahogany door is ajar; very unusual especially for Yongguk. He hears a soft muffled scratching sound. Daehyun sidesteps and presses his back against the wall by the entrance, leaning ever so slightly to peer in the space between the door and the door frame.
The room is dark with the the lights from the city below illuminating through the giant glass panels behind Yongguk's desk. Daehyun notices some movements in the room; he presses himself further back into the wall, concentrating his trained senses to the movements in the room.
Daehyun notes the silhouette sitting behind the desk. Yongguk, he guesses. He notices another outline, its tall and slim structure moves near the glass panels.
"Guk-ah, I need you."
Daehyun's forehead creases underneath the thick layer of hair that covered it, his brows furrowing trying to concentrate on the voice. Daehyun shifts slightly as the silhouette moves closer to the chair where Yongguk is, slow and fluid. He briefly sees the face of the owner of the silhouette as he passes by a ray of light bouncing off of one of the glass bookshelves; Himchan.
Himchan's dark outline disappears as he bends over Yongguk's chair, his body pressed closely against it.
Something at the back of Daehyun's mind tugs at him, screaming that he should just get the fuck out. Not that he cares about the 'privacy' of the two lovers but something about it that is quite unsettling and it is making Daehyun's skin crawl.
A cloying sweet scent invades his senses and at that moment, the elevator at the end of the corridor indicates that it is coming up to the floor. He whips his head back to Yongguk and Himchan’s direction only to find the door has been shut. Daehyun swears underneath his breath. Yongguk probably knows that he was there. Yongguk fucking knows.
The door of the elevator cracks open. Daehyun dashes forward, his shoulder silently slamming against the wall abreast to the elevator’s shiny surface. He spots a fire exit at the other side of the corridor.
Now or never.
Daehyun presses his back against the cold fire escape door. He turns slightly, his ear against the metal surface. He listens intently. He hears a few hushed mutters of “it’s been nearly two weeks” “moon” and “spirit” as the elevator doors closes.
He licks his dry lips under the mask, the corner of his lips slightly curving. He’s going to have to finish the ‘mission’ quickly.
- - - - -
a/n: /casually contributes to badfics/ practice makes perfect right? hoping great people like you guys could help me with my writing~ weeeeeeeeeeeeeell, this chapter is idk. was originally 2k+ words long but im going to be an ass and only put the boring bit ^^
still not used to ~this~ kind of writing. i'm more of a fluffy idk type of thing that idek ;~; sorry.