Suchan x Reader <3

This one is kinda cuckoo soooooo my bad y'all but I promise the next part will be the same idea but more fluffy and cute (y'all bang) so I hope you enjoy!

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As the rain pattered down in sprinkling droplets, a once serene scene was now the stage of life and death. The moon had long hid in the shadows of the dark clouds, even the glittering stars dimmed into a dull sparkle. Every now and then, an insect buzzed, drowned away in the bushes lining the sidewalk. The small canal running through the hidden away community bubbled and flushed with waves of disturbed water. Plink went the breaking surface, as water pooled until it overflowed.

Yet, the rain died off, slowing into scattered clouds. The remnants of the shower, however, slipped from spring leaves and onto unmarked grounds. The cicadas' songs began once more, now floating across the surface in a droning buzz.

Or was that a set of wings? Four nodi, costa edges, and supplemental radial veins— they're said to be the most successful predators: dragonflies. Three dimensional flying, paired with compound vision, allow them to have the highest kill rate of any creature on this earth.

So why... why were you helping that statistic?

"Suchan..."

You said his name as an almost question, though it was impossible for either of you to answer. The tip of his canines pressed on the inside between your pointer and thumb, one move and the point would draw blood. His breath wafted against your palm in concentrated huffs, falling in sync to yours and his heaving chests. His irises almost jittered while looking at you, vision in between one and a thousand. You wondered what that would look like; you in his eyes. It was a perspective that when asked, he'd be unsure as "with and without my goggles are entirely different things". See, even someone as strong willed as Suchan Jang couldn't overcome his natural instincts. Even now, with prey right in front of him.

Live, or to eat? Eat, or be eaten? Those were the fundamental questions that Nest tried so fruitlessly to answer. For with the rise of those who twisted the principles and succumbed to the obvious, it was almost impossible to retain any sense of what was. They all grasped for their humanity, of which had been long gone. Maybe that was why there were old and young, students, and civilians. For here at Nest, everyone searched for what once was... some more than others, some less than none. And though everyone smiled and laughed, conversed and acted, it was all on the same stage. And the natural hierarchy was the only one in the audience.

"Y..."

These thoughts flitted through your mind when you looked at him now. It had been a concept that posed an exceptional struggle to him, maybe the way you two— along with everyone else— ignored the obvious is what drew you together. There was another connected string from that alone. And he seemed to be saying something, of course it was awfully hard when such warmth settled right in front of him.

"Y-Y/n..." He managed to choke out. If he breathed any longer he feared he might lose it completely. Your scent was too intoxicating, it was as if the fading rain mulled the aromas. No other sound occurred aside from the jittering buzz of his wings. His large hands tightened on your shoulders.

"You..."

"No, Suchan."

His emerald eyes widened in alarm. For one brief moment did his whole body forget what it so naturally wished to do and simply relaxed instead. But when you shifted your hand against his mouth to the point his teeth dug into your skin did his hold squeeze. But you weren't scared, even in the face of death, there was no fear in your eyes.

"This has been... been going on for too long..."

What you were talking about wouldn't make sense to any other. But to him, it filled the pool of his already overflowing guilt. What you meant were the eggshells he walked on around you. Being his significant other, it was always on the back of your mind the incident those years ago: that your dear lover had tasted the flesh of your own— consumed it even (though not by his own violation of course). It was in the past, but when a certain look rarely crossed his visage— such as a sharp glance, or a furrowed brow— did the reality of his place in this world make itself known. He was tall, and he was strong. He could fly, and he could fight. He could hunt and he could... he laughs. And coddles you, and makes jokes and smiles. So why, why did the worry for what he could do scare you so much more than what he does? It didn't make sense, which was the stepping stone to move your relationship along. Yet it was never forgotten when moments like these occurred.