𝟥𝟥'𝗒 🪨 𓈓 TAEHYUN 𝖻𝗅

Taehyun wandered the city streets, unsure of where to go. He could barely remember the way home, or even if he had a house, though he was certain he wouldn't be welcome there anyway. His appearance was deplorable; emerging from the earth didn't exactly make one look comforting. Perhaps being run over a couple of times had made him look even more terrifying, so he wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes late at night, and he couldn't help but be aware of it. The few passersby stared at him with fear and disgust. He understood, of course, but it still affected his dark, inhuman heart. He wondered if it had been worth coming back to life when it had become so bleak. He continued wandering aimlessly, hoping hunger wouldn't strike again, when a handsome boy bumped into him. He seemed startled, but didn't run away like so many others. The familiar churning in his stomach, filled with butterflies that had surely hatched from worms, made him wonder if this boy could help him become a little less immortal. He longed to touch him, but was afraid of frightening him with his hideous appearance. Why didn't he run away? He needed to understand, needed to ask him. He hated not being able to make sounds much different from a zombie's. After all, that's exactly what he was: a zombie scraping for a bit of love, one that wasn't his. The human remained there, beside him, looking at him without a trace of contempt in his eyes. Taehyun was so confused... but something in him wanted to kiss that boy, to devour him in a slightly less bloody way, to give him his soul and love him until the end. He was a foolish, hopeful zombie, watching for too long a boy who had no reason to be there in the middle of the night. Taehyun was a little afraid that he had encountered a psychopathic killer who was planning right in front of him how to have fun with his body.