Fuck
The thick glass was filled with a dark colored drink that tasted like poison, and for the way it made Jonghyun feel when he drank it, it may as well have been. His eyes were reddened from crying out all of his tears earlier in the night, sight blurred from intoxication. He shouldn't be drinking like this, but then, why not? Today was the day he lost his job, which had previously become the last thing he really had. So, he had nothing now, right? Well, he had an apartment, but without a job - the time that he'd have it was debatable.
Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to take a big swallow of his drink, but it ended up coming right back up - half in the glass and half into his nostrils. He coughed and slammed the glass down. As embarrassing as it was, the bartender seemed to only give him a short glance.
Jonghyun frowned miserably, and decided he was done. He got up from the barstool, wondering if he was capable of making it home. Maybe he'd wake up in a hospital, or a police station. Maybe he'd wake up in someone else's bed. Well, no, because he wouldn't be that lucky.
In a drunken state of self pity, though, when he made it outside he was startled to find himself tumbling into someone's arms. Someone soft, and too tall to be female.
He groaned and pushed away, muttering "Sorry", but the man pulled him back into his arms once again.
Jonghyun scowled, immediately confrontational. "Get the fuck off me." he shoved full strength, and almost fell over in the process, if only the man hadn't grabbed his arms and caught him again, pulling him right back against him.
It was weird, Jonghyun thought, that the hands didn't feel that big but the grip was so inescapably strong. He was, in fact, so busy trying to twist his hands out of that grip that he didn't realized he was being walked backwards until his back hit against the bar.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jonghyun asked, and he tried to look up at the man's face, but the world just spun and all he saw was the color of skin.
He dropped his head, thinking he may just be about to blow chunks. It was, for the brief moment, as if he forgot he was kind of in the middle of being attacked. Then, the grip on his wrists moved his arms, and his elbows slammed backwards into brick and he howled in pain.
There was no time to fight when the mouth closed over his straining neck, and sharp teeth took a violent bite out of his skin. He jerked his body and kicked the man's feet, his nausea every bit forgotten. He felt the blood wetting his skin, thicker than his sweat, and what seemed like every bit of his being getting pulled away from him.
He resorted to weak, squeaky begging.
"Stop. Whatever you're doing, stop. Fuck... fuck..."
He could have sworn he heard a snicker of a response. His eyes went half-lidded, and he thought consciousness was slipping, darkness spotting his vision, until what he could see swirled around in a dizzying way as he was jerked around and dropped onto the hard ground. Teeth stayed in his neck tearing deeper and deeper into him. Coldness crept over his body, feeling so frighteningly like death, but unfortunately far from numbing. On the contrary, it was like he could feel everything.
The fangs deep in him, the blood spilling out, the tingling of his sweat and an ache in his head from the alcohol, his breath growing short, his sight going dim, a bruising grip on one wrist while the other was released...
A hand came over his forehead, pressing down hard against it, as if trying to crush his head but it made no fucking sense that just one hand could be that strong. Jonghyun twisted his head trying to escape it's pressure, but only encouraged the hand to help grind the back of his head against the pavement beneath him.
But Jonghyun didn't want to die, he decided.
The whole fucking world was against him and he was gonna fight back because the fucking world deserved a damn punch or two. He grit his teeth and couldn't move otherwise, but he wouldn't die. He wasn't going to fucking die.
"Fucking.. crazy.." he managed to say to the man who drank from his neck. The grip on his wrist squeezed brutally, and dull nails dug fought their way through his skin. He couldn't handle any more than this.
His eyes fell closed, but they'd open again. The pressure was gone. His heart beat.. once, twice...
Then his mortal life was claimed, twisted and destined for misery until it would end less than one year later.
Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to take a big swallow of his drink, but it ended up coming right back up - half in the glass and half into his nostrils. He coughed and slammed the glass down. As embarrassing as it was, the bartender seemed to only give him a short glance.
Jonghyun frowned miserably, and decided he was done. He got up from the barstool, wondering if he was capable of making it home. Maybe he'd wake up in a hospital, or a police station. Maybe he'd wake up in someone else's bed. Well, no, because he wouldn't be that lucky.
In a drunken state of self pity, though, when he made it outside he was startled to find himself tumbling into someone's arms. Someone soft, and too tall to be female.
He groaned and pushed away, muttering "Sorry", but the man pulled him back into his arms once again.
Jonghyun scowled, immediately confrontational. "Get the fuck off me." he shoved full strength, and almost fell over in the process, if only the man hadn't grabbed his arms and caught him again, pulling him right back against him.
It was weird, Jonghyun thought, that the hands didn't feel that big but the grip was so inescapably strong. He was, in fact, so busy trying to twist his hands out of that grip that he didn't realized he was being walked backwards until his back hit against the bar.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jonghyun asked, and he tried to look up at the man's face, but the world just spun and all he saw was the color of skin.
He dropped his head, thinking he may just be about to blow chunks. It was, for the brief moment, as if he forgot he was kind of in the middle of being attacked. Then, the grip on his wrists moved his arms, and his elbows slammed backwards into brick and he howled in pain.
There was no time to fight when the mouth closed over his straining neck, and sharp teeth took a violent bite out of his skin. He jerked his body and kicked the man's feet, his nausea every bit forgotten. He felt the blood wetting his skin, thicker than his sweat, and what seemed like every bit of his being getting pulled away from him.
He resorted to weak, squeaky begging.
"Stop. Whatever you're doing, stop. Fuck... fuck..."
He could have sworn he heard a snicker of a response. His eyes went half-lidded, and he thought consciousness was slipping, darkness spotting his vision, until what he could see swirled around in a dizzying way as he was jerked around and dropped onto the hard ground. Teeth stayed in his neck tearing deeper and deeper into him. Coldness crept over his body, feeling so frighteningly like death, but unfortunately far from numbing. On the contrary, it was like he could feel everything.
The fangs deep in him, the blood spilling out, the tingling of his sweat and an ache in his head from the alcohol, his breath growing short, his sight going dim, a bruising grip on one wrist while the other was released...
A hand came over his forehead, pressing down hard against it, as if trying to crush his head but it made no fucking sense that just one hand could be that strong. Jonghyun twisted his head trying to escape it's pressure, but only encouraged the hand to help grind the back of his head against the pavement beneath him.
But Jonghyun didn't want to die, he decided.
The whole fucking world was against him and he was gonna fight back because the fucking world deserved a damn punch or two. He grit his teeth and couldn't move otherwise, but he wouldn't die. He wasn't going to fucking die.
"Fucking.. crazy.." he managed to say to the man who drank from his neck. The grip on his wrist squeezed brutally, and dull nails dug fought their way through his skin. He couldn't handle any more than this.
His eyes fell closed, but they'd open again. The pressure was gone. His heart beat.. once, twice...
Then his mortal life was claimed, twisted and destined for misery until it would end less than one year later.