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Drowned in Moonlight.

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Three by Five by Six.

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“Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“LIES! That’s all your kind does!”

“I’m not like that.” Jinki tried to keep his voice calm, steady, tried to remember to breath even as the blade of Jonghyun’s knife pressed ever so slightly into his neck letting a thin trail of blood run down the razor sharp edge.


“If I was going to hurt you, I would have done so by now. I am not here to hurt you. I’m here to talk.”

“Then talk.”

“It’s a bit hard to do with your knife at my throat. Could you move it?”

“And let you rip me apart? I think not.”

“I'm not going to hurt you.”

“Not with my blade to your neck!”

“If you’re so worried about it, tie me up.” Jinki said as he slowly made his way to a chair before sitting down all the way followed by Jonghyun. “I’ll wait here, just like this.” He said as he put his arms freely behind his back and the back of the chair.

“Don’t try anything!” Jonghyun hoped his fear sounded more forceful to Jinki’s ear than it did to his own.

“Would never dream of it.” 

Jinki sat still, hands folded behind him as Jonghyun gathered the rope, tying Jinki to the chair, pulling on the knot before going around to face Jinki. 

"One move and you're dead, dog."


"Same difference."

"All the same. I prefer to be called what I am, if I'm not going to be called by my name."

"Why did you come back?" Jonghyun said changing the subject. 

"I thought you deserved an explanation."

"Pft. What explanation do you think I'd want from a vile thing like you?"

"I don't know. Everything just happened so fast yesterday. And I ran before I could explain anything."

"Explain what? That you're a liar? A monster? That you bedded me under false pretenses." Jonghyun's voice went up in pitch on every syllable. 

Jinki took a deep breath. "Yes, I am a werewolf, yes I kept that fact from you, I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I am from the beginning, but given your reaction, do you blame me? However I didn't bed you under false anything. I really did like you, I still do like you."

"Well, I don't like you."

"Why?" If Jonghyun didn't know better he'd swear that those words hurt Jinki more than the blade he still held tightly in his hands ever could. 

"Because you're an abomination!" 

"I didn't ask to be born this way." Jinki said almost a whisper. 

Just then the door to Jonghuyn's house opened and two hunters came in. 

"Is this the creature?" One of them asked Jonghyun.


They didn't waste any time shackling Jinki and leading him out. Jinki didn't fight it. The hatred that he saw in Jonghyun's eyes took all his reason to fight out of him. 

It wasn’t a long trip to the cell where he was to be held. There would be a ‘trial’ of sorts, and likely a fair amount of pain. He wanted to curse Jonghyun for reporting him. He knew he should have kept running as soon as Jonghyun saw him. But the memory of how Jonghyun looked at him, so full of love, trust, desire, compelled him to run towards him. To explain in some vain hope that he would be able to look past the beast that Jinki carried with him always. But Jinki still was deeply in love with Jonghyun, and could not bring himself to curse him. Instead he cursed himself for his own lack of will power when in control of his id. 

By the time they got to the cells, the silver around his wrists was already burning his skin, just enough to remind him how vulnerable he really was. His ankles only spared for his long trousers. Walking into his new temporary home he wondered to himself if the trials would be like the stories his Grandfather always used to tell. He was lead to a three by five by six foot cell made up of three cement walls ceiling and floor with one wall of silver coated bars. His feet were unshackled once he was in the doorway to his cell, but they left his hands bound until the gate was shut and firmly locked behind him. 

His silver bitten wrists red and somewhat raw, mouth dry, stomach empty, and heart broken he walked to the back corner where there was an old dirty mat on the floor that was obviously a ‘bed’, curled up and closed his eyes, and tried to envision himself anywhere but where he was.