White Noise - Part 6
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All Taemin could see was that familiar face. It was Jonghyun. Standing not two feet in front of Taemin, Jonghyun was there.
So Taemin couldn't move. He tried to move, or scream, but his brain was telling him that those things were physically impossible. He just breathed shallow, shaky breaths and stared with wide eyes.
When Jonghyun looked at him, it was with a grin, but a completely horrible unnerving grin because, Taemin thought, Jonghyun could only be happy to see him for evil reasons. The vampire dropped something, Taemin was vaguely aware it was a dead body, but still, he just saw that face.
"It's you again? This is getting to be a thing, Lee Taemin." Jonghyun said, looking oddly cheery about it. He wasn't wrong. Taemin had encountered Jonghyun way too often for his liking, and that wasn't including the times that he thought for sure were hallucinations. He'd escaped other times because Jonghyun was otherwise occupied, but now Jonghyun's attention seemed so uncomfortably all on him.
He wanted to scream so bad, but all that would come was short, high pitched whimpers. Jonghyun took one step closer and Taemin finally moved, just a jump backwards, but then he was frozen again.
"You were coming here for Minho, weren't you? Breaking your little group's rules to get help from a bonded? I gotta figure you're alone."
A brief sound of static interupted Jonghyun, followed by a radio-quality male voice - "Taemin, where are you?"
Jonghyun raised a brow, "What was that?"
"Taemin, do you copy?" the radio voice spoke again.
When Taemin continued to stand, frozen in fear, Jonghyun snarled at him and closed the distance between them. Then, finally, something snapped. Taemin cried out and shoved against Jonghyun, who - caught off guard by the sudden movement - stumbled backwards.
Taemin turned fast, running to the stairs. As he hurried down them, he reached behind himself, jerking his walkie talkie from his back pocket.
"This is Taemin." he said into it, his voice somehow managing to not sound completely hysterical, "Running from Jongie. I'm on my way from the campus."
"Jonghyun is here?"
"Help me!" Taemin squeaked. He noticed the same boy who had mistaken him for a girl gave him an odd look before he burst from the dormitory building.
"Roger~" the radio voice replied.
***
"Did you know.." Key began, "As long as that thing's on your wrist, you'll heal slowly?"
Onew and Key stared together at the gaping wound through the middle of Onew's torso, dripping blood steadily down his sides and onto the comforter beneath him. Key smiled, pressing his finger into it. "You're practically human."
Onew's eyes shut and he twitched, groaning at the new sensation of pain. He didn't see as Key pulled the finger out and sucked the blood off of it. He heard, which was bad enough. "You're going to kill me." he told him.
"Oh no. How will I go on without you?" Key sarcastically commented.
"I wonder that too." Onew said more seriously, opening his eyes. "Since those who seek vengeance dig two graves."
"This isn't about something you did, Onew. It's about everything you are and everything you always have been. It's about hate. I hate you, and as much fun as it is to make you suffer, sometimes I really do wish you'd just be gone. Don't think for a second I won't kill you. I meant what I said before. You better make me love you, or--" Key trailed off when his cell phone rang in another room.
"Hm." he said, "I'll be back."
After Key left the room, Onew thought of Minho. He wondered if he was in pain, because of him. He moved his free hand lazily over the wound on his stomach, closing his eyes once again, and concentrating.
Minho was... what the fuck? Minho was fine. Fine was an understatement. "Fine" was intense leg bending, sheet clutching, mind blowing pleasure. Onew stuck his nails by his wound, digging into his own skin, because hell no he wasn't about to let Key walk in and catch him with an erection.
This was good though, Onew thought. If Minho was in so much pleasure, there was no way he was with Jonghyun. But he frowned, wondering just who did have his human while he was stuck here playing pet to Key.
***
Minho had a nightmare of nothing but emotions, pain and anger and fear and worry. He woke up the next morning (which was actually the evening) still feeling them all. So much for 'afterglow'. He didn't feel the same pride he'd felt before he went to sleep, in what had happened. He felt awkward and embarrassed and practically violated because after all, he was emotionally vulnerable and frankly, he'd thought a lot of what his first time with a girl might be like. He was still male, in the end. That was nothing like it. And even if he pretended it wasn't special, it was, because he'd remember it forever.
Also, Jessica was a vampire. She had fangs. He let her put his.. well, manhood... in a mouth with fangs. In a mouth that was more than likely filled with blood on a daily basis. There was something just creepy about it. Not that he hadn't kissed a vampire mouth before and...
He cringed. His sex life was just too complicated of a thing to be worrying himself about in a time like this. Huh.. strange, that he had a complicated sex life that was pretty much free of sex.
When Jessica woke up, he didn't say anything to her, or meet her eyes. She told him to hurry and get ready, and was polite enough to add that he "looked like shit".
He didn't ask what he was getting ready for, exactly. He just nodded at her, and walked to her bathroom.
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