* PSYCHOPATHIC / KILLER

he moved the rapper to the wall, and moved in, the veins shifted under his eyes then. a predator and and pray. this time it was a bit DIFFERENT compared to the smaller sips he's taken. he wanted more this time. breathing out through his nose, he chuckled ; gummy smile showing on his alabaster features. but instead of normal canines, his fangs showed tongue dancing over his teeth. "min yoongi, hard to get. such a bad boy, hm?" he asked stepping in to close the gap between them.

a bony finger traced his pulse point for a second before he sank his teeth in where he bit plenty of times before, but this time he pinned yoongi there, holding onto him with one hand before the other trailed down his body and moved to the front of his jeans. just simply cupping him for a moment as he took his drink, pulling back blood falling down his lips, staining his shirt for a bit as it traveled down his neck. "you're mine, and i want you." 

minding his own business, the rapper had been quietly working on new things in the lab, in there for a good couple of hours now with his sweetened coffee. he wasn’t sure of what spencer was doing because when he woke up, he was nowhere to be found, so he didn’t bother with it. sipping at the coffee he allowed himself to relax, knowing that EVENTUALLY, spencer would come find him--- it usually always worked out that way, asking about what he was doing, bugging him because he was bored or convincing him to go out, get some fresh air, do something else than sitting around in the apartment. he’d just set down his cup when he felt a hand trail up towards his neck--- making him stiffen a little until being pulled by the collar of his shirt and onto his feet. registering it as spencer, eyes looked at him with CONFUSION.

it wasn’t until being pushed AGAINST the wall did things start to become clearer the PREDATORY look he was getting made him feel almost frightened. it wasn’t something he’d seen before, and for him to be THIS close and have the other looking at him like this, it made a hot shiver run up his back. the usual gummy smile was anything but friendly, canines sharp, easy to BITE through flesh, draw out blood. he’s audibly swallowing as spencer gets CLOSER to him, barely any space between them. eyes shift, taking in his features this close, there’s a TUG in his stomach, unsure how to feel--- he should be SCARED, but he isn’t. “spencer wha---” words cut off as soon as a finger is tracing his pulse point, not seconds later is he breathing in SHARPLY, a sound of PAIN escaping his lips, teeth sunken in his neck in the same spot he’s always been bitten. he’s pinned, not really able to move a whole lot but it doesn’t stop him from GRABBING at spencer, fingers TWISTED in clothing--- unsure if he’s trying to pull him closer or keep him at the distance he’s at now. it doesn’t help when he’s feeling the other cup him, a little sound surfacing, allowing spencer to drink from him until SATISFIED. it’s always been a weird feeling for him, the pain that first STRIKES and fades into a subtle ache, HEARING him GULP down his blood.