#jiseok.thread

For someone who usually kept it to himself, Jiseok was actually excited for his appointment of the day, he had being wanting to get a tattoo for literally centuries and he had finally made up his mind. But as soon as he stepped foot in the shop, he felt his whole attitude give a sudden change, there was something, someone giving out a very strong (and very attractive) aura that was making him vibrate in his center which made him ignore anyone else that was in the shop as he walked straight up the male he felt that vibe coming from. “I’ve got an appointment with Kwang Sun” He said with an expectant look. “Please tell me that’s you.” He could just hope that luck was on his side that day.

cont. [x] Kwang Sun had been staring at Jiseok in silence for a good two minutes. The man was most likely tipsy and had been rambling at Kwang Sun, pretending they did not know each other and flirting obviously with him. He had sunglasses on his eyes even though they were inside and was leaning against him as Sunny was trying to work. Trying was an even too big word for the current situation. 

Finally, granting Jiseok what he wanted — and that was a reaction —, he pressed the palm of his hand against the older’s cheek and pushed his head away. “Go away. I don’t know who you are. Please get out of my apartment before I call the cops,” he replied in a very stern tone.

Jiseok whined unnecessarily loud when he was pushed away by his face, his tipsy state making him stumble with his own feet yet he managed to remain standing. Had he being sober, he would have apologize for even though Kwang Sun tolerated his usual obnoxious self, he knew there was a time and place for everything. But not now when he was slightly drunk, and all he wanted was to get the male’s attention, no matter how busy he was. 

“Yah, yah- no reason to call the- cops!” He hiccuped as he spoke and smacked the sunglasses away from his face while walking back towards the male, arms curling around Kwang Sun’s neck from behind as he once again pressed himself on his back. “Is me s- see? Your favorite vampire!” Jiseok snickered as he rubbed his face on the side of the male’s face. “I just want a k-kiss, or two... or f- five! And i’ll let you- work, p- promise!”

cont. [x] Please, let him go! He’s so dear to me!

At those words, screamed in his mind, Seth froze. He too had once been in love, many thousand years ago. He knew how it felt and he could not deny it to the boy. 

Suddenly, the cobra vanished, so did the jackal’s head and the nemes headdress. Jiseok was dropped to the ground as Sunny’s height reduced to his normal one instead of Seth’s. Even he fell to his knees. Fights with Seth were usually like this. Short but exhausting. And nauseating. But this time, all his attention was focused on Jiseok’s fingers that the God had spat out along with blood and saliva. 

He flinched and moved away from them but his mouth was covered in blood. The most worrying was Jiseok’s hand. “Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.” He crawled to his finger and gently took his wrist. His hands were shaking as he fumbled to take his shirt off and wrap one sleeve around the other male’s hand to stop the bleeding. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, he shouldn’t have done that. Oh my God… are you okay?”

Jiseok had no idea of what had happened, a moment before he was annoyingly teasing Kwang Sun, and now he found himself with empty lungs, back pressed against the hard and cold wall, his throat constricted and an unbearable puncturing pain on his hand. He was deaf to the God’s words, a ringing on his ears was all he could hear, vision blurry, unaware that there were tears pooling at his eyes from all the circumstances he was trapped in at the moment. If he was struggling, if he was kicking and squirming in an attempt to free himself, he was absolutely not conscious about it.

His body hitting the floor had him inhaling a sharp breath, lungs filling with an unnecessary amount of oxygen, but he had lost all control over his body and his reflexes, not even the thoughts on his mind made any sense to him at the moment, a jackal’s head, Kwang Sun’s face, blood, all those images flashed on his mind before he could focus on his shaking hand, which was now missing a finger and a chunk of a second one. What had he just done?

The sound of Kwang Sun’s voice, along with the touch over his wrist made him flinch, and he pulled both his hand and himself away, bumping against the wall once more as his weak body failed to stand up. He didn’t know his eyes had turned completely white, nor that his fangs had pulled out threateningly as he hissed loudly at the male, all out of instinct and being injured, but it was the sound of his own growl what finally cleared the haze in his mind and with a strong shudder of his whole body he could finally focus his vision properly on the worried male in front of him.

“I have a bad feeling about this, and that’s me talking. Doesn’t that tells you something? You should reconsider your life choices.”