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Taeyong wakes up disoriented, the first thing he sees are a bunch of small red lines in the dark, and when his eyes finally focus, the red lines from the alarm clock read 2:32am.
Turning on his nightlight, he sits up and looks at Jaehyun, the reason why he's up.
Jaehyun is tossing and turning, and suddenly Taeyong thinks this is much more serious than a simple nightmare. His boyfriend's eyes are tightly shut, his face scrunched up in pain and discomfort. When Taeyong tries to lay his hand on Jaehyun's back, he watches in terror as what he previously thought was just sweat, sticks to his hand like mucous.
Jaehyun screeches out as if hes being burnt, it echos around their room, now feeling too small when the inhuman, metallic sound bounces off the walls.
Taeyong scrambles out of the bed, his bare feet getting tangled in the sheets, the same sheets now soaked in whatever is coming out of Jaehyun.
- Jae, oh god.- He runs to the other side of the bed, crouching down.
Jaehyun only whines, it reverberates in his chest, sounding terribly like machinery. He somehow looks bigger, the old sweatpants he uses to sleep all stretched out, threatening to tear.
He pulls the sheets off Jaehyun's body, they're sticking to his back, and Taeyong can't help but to stop his frantic attempts at helping just to stare.
The skin on Jaehyun's arms and back is pale, not like it normally is , but sickly and pinkish like white meat that's starting to rot. His veins have become so prominent Taeyong can see each blood vessels fill and deflate. When Jaehyun lets out a jumbled mess of sounds, his ribs move unnaturally, they look like an insect in his torso, and the bones jut out, stretching the skin.
Taeyong catches up with his thoughts, takes his phone and calls 911. He doesn't know what's wrong, how to explain anything and whose the competent authority, but this all just seems so unreal that he figures it doesn't make that much of a difference if it's the police or the hospital or whatever his shaking fingers dial. As he talks to the woman in the other side of the line, all of the sounds Jaehyun is doing start to make sence.
He waits untill Jaehyun repeats them though, just to be sure.
- Hungry.- Jaehyun says, sweating and trembling. Completely inhuman and unrecognisable.
For the first time, Taeyong is scared of the man he sleeps next to every night.
- I called someone to help. They must be just around the corner, love, i promise.- He soothes, voice completely panicked and unhinged. His hands tremble and he doesn't even know where the phone is anymore.
He's not sure if Jaehyun understands him anymore.
Yellow gloved hands take him by the shoulder and move him out of the bedroom, giving space to what looks like an army of men wearing medical gear.
His feet barely touch the floor as he's being carried, the walls of his apartment, now covered in thick, transparent vinyl, pass him by like a satirical play of his normal life. The faces in the pictures hung in the walls completely unrecognisable under all the layers of chemicals being sprayed on them.
Just this afternoon, the house smelled like cookies they'd bake not long ago.
He plants his feet and the people in gas masks that carry him loose their grip on him long enough for Taeyong to turn around and sprint back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
The furniture is gone, and the floor is flooded with the same sticky secretion Jaehyun had soaked the bed . Theres no windows and the room is completely covered in gray concrete, theres no sign of the cream walls or the adjacent bathroom previously there. The half folded clothes they've not finishes putting away, the books they read at night, no sign of their life before this.
All thats left, is a white fluorescent light, illuminating all of what's left of the man Taeyong loves.
Jaehyun must be at least 2 meters tall now, even if hes standing on six long limbs. The skin there is dull and dead, clinging to his bones, and long iron like claws rip the bottom.
His bones look sharp, like they are about to puncture his skin and bust out. The torso is almost see through, the light, flesh colored membrane sticking to unfamiliar organs in his insides visible by the light that just passed through him. The vertebrae on his back actually cutting through it, and sticking out sharply from his back, almost finn-like.
Theres a big, tar colored organ outside of Jaehyun, thought. It starts where his ribs should end and it looks shiny. It's almost like a bag, but it ends with a long tube with a gaping mouth that hangs just under where Jaehyun's bellybutton should be.
It's phallic, obscene in a way that disturbs Taeyong like nothing ever has before, and when he takes a step back, Jaehyun's head looks up from where it was busy eating, deep in one of the men with masks stomach's.
Tears cling to Taeyong's eyelashes, big doe eyes almost crossing trying to look away from Jaehyun at the same time he's looking at him. Black, pulsating eyes covered in purple-gray veins stare right back. No eyebrows or any hair in his head, just more of that slick membrane covering his skull. There is no nose or ears, the only other distinguishable feature in Jaehyun's face is his mouth.
His lower jaw hungs almost detached of his face, and what look like million of silver teeth fill his mouth. Blood drips down his jaw, falling on the already flooded floor.
Jaehyun takes big steps in his direction, moving all wrong, like an animation that is missing a lot of frames. He opens his mouth, and Taeyong accepts his fate
He inhales and brings his hands to his face, freely crying. And as Jaehyun destroys his body, the same body that he'd swear not too long ago he would worship till he's dead, Taeyong cries harder and listens how his beloved just repeats the word "hungry" over and over again.
He's being dissolved inside Jaehyun, and just as the acid starts to corroe his eyes, Taeyong passes out.
He jumps awake, the first thing he can make out in the dark are a bunch of red lines, and when his tearful vision clears, he can read 2:31 on his alarm clock. Turning on the light, he sits up, catching his breath.
Jaehyun stirs and opens one eye, looking the shaking boy.
-Are you ok, love?- He asks, voice clouded with sleep.
Deep, loving, and most importantly, normal. Taeyong sighs in relief.
Just as he's about to answer, he groans in pain. His chest, he tries to say, it's his chest. All that comes out is a howl, a metallic and chilling howl.
Taeyong is hungry.