× back streets

@m. yoongi "Oh, I see. So you're not even the slightest bit concerned? I think it was a human they attacked...Isn't that rare for werebeasts?" Hoseok continued to go on, even if the other didn't seem the slightest bit concerned about it. Hoseok thought him to be odd, but kept the thoughts to himself. "No, I don't live with my mother. I think I'd have an aneurism if I did at my age. She is too uptight." Hoseok continued to move along in the direction of his apartment. "Why are you wandering around at night then? Isn't that a bit weird? Most people don't go out without a destination at night."

@j. hoseok "Nah I woke up recently from a long nap so it's kinda like the morning for me. I also don't really care....since I didn't know the victim but that must've , " Yoongi replied. For the vampire, late wouldn't really be considered any time because he's most active at night, he has more energy to do stuff at night instead of during the day when he's mainly just sleeping. "I'm not going to any exact location...just walking around here. I guess I could walk with you" he shrugged, wondering if the other guy was just a normal human or a creature? But which one? The guy didn't look pale like Yoongi. "Do you only live with your mother?" he asked the other male.

@m. yoongi Hoseok pulled out his phone to see the time. It was nearing ten o’clock, which made him wonder. Was it really not that late for others? “I would think that after a certain time, everyone would consider it late,” Hoseok responded to the other. “It’s dangerous at night, did you not hear about the murder the other day?!” Hoseok was confused as to how the pale man was so calm about being around at the time of night. “A werebeast attacked a human. It was all over the news the other day.” You see, Hoseok was unaware of his background as a halfer, his mother never telling him of her being a werewolf. “Well, I asked you first. But I am going home from my mother’s shop, and this is honestly just the quickest way home. Maybe we could walk together, if you’re going in the same direction? It’s better to be in pairs than walk alone...at least that’s what my mom tells me. I guess werebeast don’t like to possibly have more eyes on them than needed.”

(Pst, look at the description of the halfers. Halfers are not recognizable except for the one trait that they hold. Hoseok’s is strength, which he has had no use for.)

@j. hoseok Yoongi kept walking through the streets, thinking to himself. He suddenly felt like someone or something bumped into him so he glanced up only to see some random guy. He raised an eyebrow at the other and slightly examined him, realizing that he must not be a vampire. ' A wolf? Or one of the halflings that are half-wolf?' he thought to himself. "Hi-? Uh- no....not really" he spoke. He looked around and noticed it was pretty empty even knowing that this is an area where crimes could happen. "Why are you here?" he asked the other male.

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@m. yoongi Hoseok walked nonchalantly through the backstreets. It was getting quite dark out, but he was not afraid. His apartment was nearby, so what was there to be afraid of anyhow? He would be home in a jiffy, away from any prying eyes. However, it was not long before he managed to bump into someone on his walk home. Hoseok stopped, just long enough to get a decent look at the man before him. The other's skin was pale, nearly white, causing him to almost shine through the darkness. His skin seemed to gleam despite the cloudy night sky. "Oh hello there, it's rather late to be walking around isn't it?" He asked the man, wondering the reason they were out this late. Maybe they too were just getting off of work.

@j. hoseok It had been just another boring day for Yoongi. His days were mainly dull since he'd regularly keep to himself. If he were to walk around other people who didn't look like vampires, he would be in his human form, still pale but his eyes wouldn't be glowing red. The male had chosen to just explore the area's streets, the main roads, and any back ways. There was a reason why he had wanted to go this travel the streets since he started to get hungry. It was getting more dark and dark outside, the sky looking pitch black, barely having any tiny stars. He had no idea that there had recently been a murder and honestly since he didn't know the victim, he didn't care.

@m. yoongi It had been another long day for Hoseok. All he had wanted to was get home quickly, and that meant possibly taking a route that his mother would kill him for taking. He couldn't help but take the back streets, he was tired and hungry. His mother should have figured out by now that he should not be at the shop from dawn until dusk. Of course he would find any way possible to get home more quickly.

It was growing darker, and shadows began to loom over Hoseok throughout the alleys. He did not think anything of it, even if there may have been others in those shadows, hungrily watching him. Hoseok had never gotten into physical trouble before, never having been in danger. At least, his memory said he hadn't it. So despite the news, he did not have such thoughts or fears about things like werebeasts and vampires. The ones he did encounter left him alone anyways.

@b. joohyun “Is she— Oh for s sake..” Jeongguk cursed as the vampiress caught him staring at her and hightailed it out of the crime scene. Why run if you had nothing to hide? Running from a crime scene, from a police officer, was a guaranteed sign that you were guilty of something; this woman, whoever she was, was not painting herself in a good light. And now he had to chase after her. “Hey! Stop!” Jeongguk yelled out, racing past dozens of civilians to go after the woman. He cursed as somebody cut him off but he darted around the man and kept going, she wasn’t too far ahead and he was losing in on her fast. “Madam!” Jeongguk reached out and his fingers snagged the fabric of her sleeve, his grip twisting tight. He yanked the vampire down an alley to avoid causing a scene, his partner standing by the entrance to block any curious eyes from looking in. Jeongguk pinned the vampire to the wall, his expression as cold and hard as his voice “Why did you run? Who are you? And don’t even think about escaping, both my partner and I have salt to stop you.”

@l. yangyang Dejun didn’t budge at all as Yangyang talked, barely catching what the other was saying as his attention was more on the annoying pain throbbing at the back of his head. He did however catch most of what the werebeast was saying before he left, hearing a lock being turned somewhere. Groaning once more, Dejun decided to force himself up, braving through the dull agony as he propped himself up against the wall which the bed was placed against, turning to face the door and glaring at it as if it had offended him.

Dejun wondered how much he could push his luck before Yangyang actually snapped at him enough to kill him — suddenly dying sounded a much better option than living right now. He stared off into space briefly before shaking his head, unable to believe that such a thought actually crossed his mind, grunting as he looked around for anything that he could protect himself with. Finally, he opted to just use the pillow as some sort of shield, hitting on the poor soft object until the lock was turning and the door was pushed open.

Dejun gave his best glare at the werebeast that entered, though if looks could kill then the one he shot at the boy behind said werebeast, or otherwise known as Yangyang, would probably have sent the person to Hell by now. Shifting the pillow upright, he hugged it to himself as if it could protect him somehow, curling in on himself as he watched the two suspiciously, posture looking as if he was ready to attack. Maybe he was, because honestly he was very tempted to cause a ruckus right now, and was barely holding him together to not attempt anything stupid.

@x. dejun After not-so-gently dragging the poor unconscious boy back to the room and onto the bed, Yangyang stands at the edge of the bed for a moment before pulling the covers over him, dimming the light and heading out, locking the room from the outside just in case he hadn't knocked the other out hard enough to last at least a few hours. Thankfully, nothing happens and he's able to quietly retreat into his room for the night as well.

Early in the morning, he decides to check up on the other. Judging by the soft sound of ruffling sheets, Yangyang assumed he was awake, unlocking the door and gently kicking it open. His face carried no expression even as Dejun turned away from him to face the wall instead. He doesn't bother to walk into the room anymore, knowing it was sort of useless to coax the other at a point like this. No greetings or any sly remarks because he knew the other wouldn't appreciate it anyway. For now, some distance would be good for him.

"A pack member will come here later on to care for you. It won't be me, if that's what you're wondering, so cooperate unless you want me to do 'that' again." It was a warning, threatening yet the voice that came with it seemed so calm, maybe a little too calm. It was a bit unnerving. "Don't try anything you'll regret later, darling. I'm watching you." Yangyang immediately shuts the door after that, locking it once more and leaving another wolf to take care of the boy inside the room for the timebeing.

@l. yangyang Dejun was just slightly aware of how pissed Yangyang was, hearing the slight waver in his voice like he was about to lose his composure, and also feeling the pressure on his throat amplifying. He would be worried about having angered the werebeast, though his mind was more focused on just how little air was squeezing into his airway, his attention slipping as he tried to stay conscious despite the lack of oxygen reaching his brain.

He didn’t realise the teary eyes, nor the glowing irises, neither the sinister grin. Before lack of air could take him, he was lifted off the wall for a split moment before making hard impact against it. The pain was instant, but brief, throbbing as his gaze turned hazy before totally blacking out-

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When he awoke to again, there was a dull pain on the back of his head as he cracked his eyes open, blurry vision scanning his surrounding in a daze. What happened last night? Why was his skull hurting so much?

Dejun groaned as he sat up, the blood rushing to his brain making him nauseous for a moment, instantly falling back onto bed to rid of the dizzying feeling. He stared off into space as he tried to recall what happened the night before — he had been on his way back home, but was attacked by someone. Yeah, and that person claimed that he was planning on hurting him, then proceeded to bring him to somewhere...

The sound of a door being opened could be heard and his eyes automatically went to where the sound was coming from, squinting his eyes to see who was standing by the door way. A grunt left him when he realised the person to be Yangyang, turning on the bed to face the other way and hoping sleep would just take him again. He couldn’t deal with this bull right now, and his head hurt too much to think straight.

@x. dejun The wolf clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He leaned in closer, getting all up in the other's face before putting in some distance again for safety. "Of course I don't, though I probably expected too much from you," he mumbled in disappointment, tightening his grip on the other's throat even more, unable to hold back his slowly rising anger.

"Listen to me," Yangyang growls, pressing the other against the wall a little harder, "You don't get to leave this place until I say so." He takes a deep breath, but the exhale was shaky, almost like a warning of instability. A telltale sign that he would probably lose it right then and there if the other were to do something wrong that his inner wolf would not appreciate. "I don't care who you belong to, you're mine." Yangyang's eyes were suddenly glossy as if they were wet with tears, but they were glowing a deep amber, almost golden in color.

Yangyang pressed down onto his throat harder despite the slight tremble in his fingers. "Sorry, darling. But I can't let you go. Not now, at least." He looks Dejun straight in the eyes, finding it hard to swallow down his urge to hurt him even though he was well aware that the other wouldn't suffer much even if he did. But right now, he only had one job to do. If the other wouldn't rest, then Yangyang would force him to. "Light's out. Sweet dreams." The wolf only gives him a grin, so small yet so sinister, before slamming the other's head against the wall one more time.

@l. yangyang Oh wow why won’t you look at that- not even a second after leaving the room, he was already caught by his captor. Excellent!

The fangs didn’t scare him. They should, but for some reason they didn’t. This was literally a man with animalistic genes within him, baring his canines against him and looking very much ready to cause harm. Yet, Dejun didn’t even flinch, wasn’t even afraid. He glared right back at the werebeast, not even bothering that he was severely overpowered.

What he hadn’t called for was to be suddenly slammed against the wall with a hand around his throat, putting pressure on his wind pipe. In a fit of panic, his arms flew up to scratch at the offending arm, trying to pry it off of him. He could already feel the air leaving his lungs and that was making the anxiety in him rise.

Dejun dares himself to stare back at Yangyang, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath to retort back. “If you really think I would just lie back and chill as if this was my own home, then you’re wrong. Let me go, you beast!”

@x. dejun Yangyang wasn't stupid, of course he didn't trust his new toy to keep still. No one in the right mind would. He returned to the common room, knowing that Dejun would have no choice but to go through there if he wanted to go anywhere else. But he wasn't exactly worried. They were in a pack house,
meaning there would be wolves around every corner, making it impossible to not run into one of them no matter where you walked. If anything, that little android would end up running into him first if he ever bothered to leave his room.

And soon enough, he hears a door click open, ears twitching at the sound and prompting him to look up towards one of the hallways. Yangyang doesn't wait to see the other appear around the corner, getting up from his seat to meet him halfway. Sure enough, he finds Dejun trying so hard to hide himself while trying to look for an exit. It was almost pitiful how anxious he looked, Yangyang didn't even have the heart to tell him that the only exit he had was through the front door.

"Already disobeying me, I see." Yangyang shook his head in disbelief, trapping the other and backing him back further into the hallway. He snarls at the poor boy, baring his fangs at him in warning. Instinct had him wrapping his fingers around Dejun's throat as he pushed him back, slamming his head harshly against the wall in the process. "I'm the last person you want to anger, darling. But I guess I shouldn't have thought different of you, huh?"

@l. yangyang Dejun could only sit and listen to Yangyang’s false promise and twisted declaration, the feeling of disgust growing stronger with each word dripping from his lips. He put up just that bit of a struggle when he was once again being dragged off to God-knows-where, attempting but failing to plant his feet on the ground and hinder the other’s movements. At least he couldn’t say he didn’t try.

The room he was brought to was clean and, dared Dejun say it, rather cozy. The first thing he did was scan the area for any possible route of escape, only to feel defeated as there weren’t any windows — he was probably hoping too much. Guess that the only way out was through the front door, brilliant!

Dejun bit his bottom lip after hearing Yangyang’s statement, yanking his hand back to himself once he was released and holding his wrist protectively to himself. The warning the latter left him before making an exit only stayed with Dejun for a split second, before he was off trying to find a way out again. No way in Hell was he going to stay here for a whole night!

He cracked the door open slightly and peeked out, making sure that Yangyang was nowhere to be seen before slipping out. He tried to blend into the wall as he moved, though he knew he would be noticed by the pack members no matter how stealthy he tried to be. So in the end he opted to find other possible exits- maybe the kitchen would have a backdoor?

@x. dejun "If you ask nicely, maybe, I'll think about it." Though there were no definite promises behind those words. Yangyang doesn't even get fazed by the other's violent reaction to him. He's seen it all before, they were all the same at first. It was the time spent and the damage inflicted on them that eventually made the big difference. Tightening his grip, he tugs the other closer with a small chuckle. "Yeah, I know. I thought that was very obvious by now," he replies, albeit sarcastically.

"I'll tell you that at some point, but I'm guessing I should probably let you rest. Just don't move out of line and you won't get hurt, darling." Again with more ominous warnings that the wolf couldn't seem to use enough of. Smiling warmly, so unbelievably hospitable for someone like him, he pulls Dejun along once more to one of the extra rooms. It had been a long while since the last 'toy' had used the room, so it seemed unused. Maybe a bit too clean and untouched for something that was meant for a prisoner, but Yangyang liked to pamper his little playthings and get them comfortable enough. The room was just like any other room, minus a window, but he had his reasons. At least he wasn't heartless enough to just throw the other into a cell.

"You stay here, okay? Rest, call for one of the pack members if you need anything. They won't hurt you, if that's what your thinking. I'm the only person you should really worry about here." Yangyang probably said that too casually as if he had expected the other not to feel even more scared. He unhands him after that, making a note that his grip hadn't left a mark on what was otherwise human skin.

"I wouldn't try anything yet if I were you." Is the last thing Yangyang tells him before turning to leave, shutting the door with a little more force than usual.

@l. yangyang What the werebeast stated was true too. Usually, people would put up a huge fight until they’re released, or until their resolve breaks because of the tragic realisation that they can’t fight back no matter how hard they try. Yeah... maybe Dejun was just much smarter in realising his fate and stupidly accepted it instead of struggling.

There’s also the death alternative, but his family almost lost him the last time, so that wasn’t an option.

Dejun frowned and snorted at the bold claim, remarking, “Bold of you to assume I would be okay with that.” He would find a way to leave this place when the other isn’t looking, though he kept that to himself. Why tell your plans to the enemy? Stupid move. “Would you let me go if I asked nicely?”

The nauseous feeling rushing over Dejun at the boy’s words, and that lovesick expression on his face — he was so tempted to throw up. He couldn’t help but to spit, “You’re sick!” He tried to lean away from the boy, creating distance between them and hoping it would somehow save his last bit of sanity. “This is all just a game to you, isn’t it? Keeping people and toying with them like this.”

The bashful tone was making Dejun dizzy, utterly unprepared for the boy’s change in mood and aura, almost having a whiplash. “Yangyang,” repeated Dejun with a nod, frowning slightly. “What is it that you want from me? If you’re not planning on killing me- and you haven’t done anything to physically harm me, /yet/.” He squinted his eyes suspiciously. “What are you aiming for?”

@x. dejun "Still, a majority of your kind would do anything to escape no matter what I tell them, but I assume you're not part of that majority." Pulling him to sit down at the pack common area, which had already been empty by the time they got there, Yangyang had just started showing those early signs of obsession again. But of course, the android probably did not know what that looked like at all. After all, Yangyang's unhealthy relationships always started like this, so genuinely innocent until the other end gets sick of him and tries to leave. And that's where it usually goes downhill. The rest of the pack were familiar with that scene, but they would never tell. They didn't have a death wish.

"Then you're okay staying here until I let go? Seems unreal." Yangyang sighs, eyeing the other's forced expression. Truly, no facade would ever really hide the fear from a man's face, at least to him, he's seen things like this a thousand times before. "Either way, I appreciate that you don't bother fighting. Docile is good, makes this whole thing with you even easier." This time, the wolf doesn't bother to mask his words, putting a part of his intentions out in the open even though it was still vague, barely scratching the surface. With that innocent, childish smile of his again, Yangyang turns to Dejun with what was possibly the most lovesick gaze the pack had witnessed in a while.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot about that. I assumed since I dragged you here that you wouldn't even want to know my name," the wolf replied sheepishly, the once intimidating were now replaced with a seemingly shy and gentle persona. "I'm Yangyang, or just Yang for short."

@j. jeongguk () oof right so sorry hehe

After getting off the hotel, Joohyun took a stroll while carrying her hand bag, thinking it would be fun to go to the nightclub tonight. She hummed and takes out her phone while walking, she then looks at some pictures of foods that never made her drool but wanted to try it once there is a way to revert her back to human. She could've been in a restaurant but her amount of money she's carrying is small and most of it were hidden beneath the bunker. As soon she was on the backstreet, she saw a crime scene happening just then. She wanted to look on it but she might draw attention to her since there's a news about these crime involving about them. One detective caught her attention as she stared at him, Joohyun took a step back before she walks back to the streets, griping her handbag more while she fasten her pace while walking, sensing two people following her. As soon as she went to the platform, she starts running away but the two men keeps chasing her.

@b. joohyun [] replying in the back streets cause i can’t have Guk barge in on Joohyun lol and i made it so there was a bit of a time skip to do the crime lol

“We need to clear this crowd away.”

Jeongguk tugged on his rubber gloves, his expression a twisted grimace as he stared at the blood scene before him; only yesterday had a were beast been killed in the Sanctuary and now there was a dead Fae lying before him in the streets. The iron crowbar sticking out of the woman chest had prevented her magic from shrinking her body back to normal size, what was frustrating was that they didn’t have a lot of time to examine the body; her remains were already decaying into tiny flowers, soon there’d be no evidence left. “Do you think this is related to the other murders?” Jeongguks partner asked him in a hushed voice, mindful of the crowd behind them. He shrugged slightly, bending down to examine the body closer “Not sure but I don’t think so. Those murders were done in cold blood, the unsub didn’t take anything from the bodies. This woman here? She’s missing her jewellery and wards, I think this might be a one off but.. Hm.” The problem with this job was you could never be 100% sure about anything until the 11th hour. This would be a difficult case, Jeongguk could sense, a niggling in the back of his head. He turned to face the crowd, lips parting to order they disperse but a pale faced vampiress caught his attention.

He’d seen her before. At other crime scenes no less. His body tensed instantly, staring hard at the woman who seemed to notice his attention directed at her. “Lee, go get that vampire for me.. I have a hunch.”

@l. yangyang Dejun boldly stared right back at the werebeast as he spoke, hoping his gaze didn’t tremble too obviously. He had a feeling that the boy got off from watching the fear and despair on his victim’s face, so he was determined to not show any ounce of it — not visibly, at least. He held his gaze firmly, lips pressed into a thin line as his free hand clenched and relaxed repeatedly, forcing himself to keep calm despite the circumstance.

He squinted his eyes at the next statement, unable to hold himself back from retorting, “Well, you didn’t leave me much of a choice now, did you? It was either me running away only to have you catch up effortlessly, or following you to whatever this Hell hole is.” He spared his surrounding a quick glance, hiding his horror behind a look of disgust before quickly turning back to his kidnapper. “And I think you won’t be afraid to hurt me if I continue to escape, so why bother? Better be a good boy and follow you to reduce collateral damage, don’t you think?”

The hushed remark felt like a promise, a statement of what the werebeast would do, and it took everything in Dejun’s power to not let his face crumble. The muscles of his cheek twitched, there was a slight waver in his expression, but otherwise he continued his brave facade, adamant to not be brought down by his own terror and anxiety. The smile now gracing his lips slowly was sardonic, an attempt to ignore his current state by musing, “Quite rude of you to not introduce yourself after I gave you my name, won’t you agree?”

@x. dejun The way Yangyang's personality did several flips was rather alarming, but the whole pack was used to it. Their new visitor, however, was understandably frightened by the whole situation. But they didn't really expect much damage at all. The moment their young heir walked in with his new toy, they catch on immediately at the other boy's scent, or lack thereof. He would be fine — or at least, better off than those who shared the same fate before him.

Yanking the other closer by the wrist, Yangyang hummed, low and almost like a purr. Feeling something so human that wasn't even exactly human felt so new to him, so odd yet he found a spark of excitement in him. He feels like a kid, now making up for a normal childhood he technically did not have the luxury of experiencing. The pack members stayed silent, but they all knew that if this stranger ever decided to leave, Yangyang would absolutely lose it.

"Pretty name, pretty face. I guess I didn't make a mistake picking you among all those other faces on the street." The wolf bit down on his lip, going silent for a moment before he spoke again. "You don't even struggle as much as the others. Although I do love a good fight, I think I can get used to something as docile as you." At those words, Yangyang smiles, so sweet and yet so sinister at the same time. "Makes breaking you even better." Those last words leave his lips in a very hushed whisper, almost inaudible but still pretty ominous considering the android, Dejun's, current predicament.

@l. yangyang Dejun allowed himself to be dragged by Yangyang, the scene comically yet worryingly resembling a happy child with their favourite rag doll. He was just slower by a few steps, reluctance obvious in how he was lacking behind though he still followed, frankly unable to pull his hand away lest he wants to be with only an arm. Though the boy kept flashing him reassuring looks, they didn’t help at all in calming him — the underlying warning in those warm eyes, Dejun noticed, and it was enough to send a chill over his body even if he was supposed to somehow feel less nervous about the situation.

Then again, who on their right mind would not feel jumpy when they’re in such a situation?

The destination he was brought to had many people around, all exuding intimidating auras that had Dejun cowering behind the best shield, which happened to be the male tugging on him. The other occupants, presumably pack members of the werebeast, spared them brief glances, before continuing on with their business, not paying them too much attention. Dejun didn’t know whether to be grateful about that or even more anxious.

He was finally brought out from his musing when he felt a hand caressing his cheek, the sudden presence on his face causing him to flinch away from the touch without meaning to. Looking at the boy confusedly after hearing the question, he answered, voice soft and timid. “Dejun... Xiao Dejun. Some people call me Xiaojun.”

@k. seulgi As the night falls, Joohyun just finished her dinner by drinking a stray dog from the alley and now plans to go to the casino to play pokers with some humans. It was a good night for her as she feels so lucky today and might win another hundred thousand dollars from poker. Joohyun fixed her black rider jacket and put her locks behind her lobe as she can see the casino from a far.

@x. dejun It was a bit surprising how the other didn't bother to put up much more of a fight other than that. But maybe it's because he didn't really leave any room for arguments. Grinning like a happy, innocent little pup, Yangyang grips the android by the wrists, tight and secure, almost like a silent warning that if tried to run, then things would immediately go downhill for him.

Satisfied at the fact that he was no longer being challenged, Yangyang's demeanor made a 180 turn, seemingly calm and comforting even though his intentions were far from it. Pulling the other along with some force, the wolf gave him a look, once again warning but at the same time meant to reassure him that he would be fine. Besides, he didn't want to die, and Yangyang could easily promise that the other wouldn't get anywhere close to death, but something else entirely.

The way back to one of the pack residences wasn't too far, consisting of a few trips down several more alleyways until the familiar scents of his pack members greeted his nose, filling his heart with ease. No one questions the boy that he was dragging along behind him, but they knew better not to, because their young heir had a bad temper and god knows they would not want to see that anytime soon. The other wolves were not all that surprised though, after all, the boy always had this odd obsession with keeping people like toys, and then when the time comes to let them go, he gets completely aggressive. But of course, he couldn't see that himself. All Yangyang could think about at that very moment was how he still couldn't believe that he quite literally abducted someone so easily and without much struggle, it almost felt completely unreal until he finally turned to rest a hand on the other's cheek once more. "May I know your name, darling?"

@l. yangyang The other’s gaze made Dejun squirm, feeling as if he was being peeled layer by layer, lying bare and vulnerable before the former. The feeling of being examined very carefully, like a scientist to their experiment, a mystery slowly being unfolded. He didn’t understand what the other was trying to find, but he kept his head chin high, not backing down and showing his fear or weakness, even if he’s scared less inside.

He noticeably flinched from the other’s touch, movement so tantalisingly slowly, sending a shudder down Dejun’s spine. His thoughts were racing, especially with the digits gliding up his neck, such a risky spot. He eyed the boy before him, keeping his lips tightly shut as he silently listened, trying to maintain his calm in such a dangerous situation.

Dejun dared to glare at the stranger, not responding to the commands immediately. He knew he was serving his head on a silver platter if he agreed, though now that he knew what the other was, it’s there really a chance for him to flee? After weighing his options in his mind, Dejun finally nodded, a silent sign that he would follow the other, though not verbally saying it — he didn’t trust his voice to not waver right now.

@x. dejun Yangyang feels the other's muscles slightly relax under his fingers. He remained silent for a few seconds, reading the other's expression, scanning his eyes. Realization hits him, now coming to a conclusion as to why the other had seemed so human and non-human at the same time. An android, he didn't see them often — or maybe he just didn't pay attention enough to other people to notice. Either way, Yangyang found himself a new thing to play around with, someone who wouldn't break as easily under some pressure. He was perfect. He wouldn't get hurt, and that meant the wolf could probably afford to play a little rough.

"I wouldn't kill such a pretty toy, darling. It would be a waste." Yangyang hummed, his free hand reaching over to gently caress the side of the other's face, feeling a material akin to human flesh, but he knows it very well and it just doesn't feel the same. He feels up the side of his neck, soft and supple, but he was aware that something else was under the skin. Yangyang was a little disappointed at the fact that there was really nothing much to sink his teeth into, but he could fulfill his sinister urges some other way. If he couldn't ruin them physically, there were always other things to attack.

"I want you to come with me, and I'm not exactly giving you any other choice." Yangyang raised his head a little higher to peek over the abandoned boxes and trash bins, checking the alleyways for any unwanted audiences. When he finds none, he met the android's eyes once more, smiling so innocently. "Now be a little more quiet, yeah? Or else you're gonna end up losing your throat."

@l. yangyang Freedom was so sweet, but so fleeting. Dejun probably shouldn’t have hoped to escape this person easily, especially when he felt himself being pulled back with more strength than the last time before being pressed up against a wall, pinned there immobilised. He trashed in hopes of getting the male off of him, but they were all futile attempts.

“If we don’t run, do you expect us to just sit still and let you do whatever you please?” Dejun snapped back, giving up on trying to get out from the other’s grip and opting to just face his attacker head on, eyes blazing. Hearing the latter statement though, a frown etched upon his features, clearly confused by the words before he let out a soft scoff. “What do you mean you won’t kill me? Then why were you after me to begin with?”

Judging by the other’s impeccable speed and power, Dejun suspected the other to be a supernatural being. Probably not a magician nor a fairy, and definitely not a vampire with that kind of appearance. So he could only assume the other to be a werebeast. “What do you want from me?”

@x. dejun He had expected the violent reaction. Of course, just like every other person who valued their life, they would struggle for it if possible. Yangyang slightly regrets not holding on tighter. After all, this little victim of his didn't seem human at all. Visually, his features were very convincing, but the wolf's senses picked up beyond that. The other had absolutely no scent, skin feeling a slight bit more resilient than a regular human's. Definitely something else but Yangyang doesn't quite remember what they were called.

Though he didn't have enough time to think of the answer anyway when he feels the other slipping from his arms, making a run for it to which he only sighs, giving him a head start before chasing after him again. Yangyang doesn't understand why the other still had to attempt something like this when it was obvious that he would soon grab onto him again anyway, pulling him back with noticeably more force than the last. Pushing his prey against the wall, Yangyang tilted his head, staring curiously, assessing. "How typical. All of you always run. Relax, I'm not going to kill you."