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[FILL] bones and all
Major Tags: MCD, gore, cannibalism
Additional Tags: ambiguous relationship, the inherent intimacy of eating someone whole and raw, canon-typical woncheol protectiveness
Permission to remix: Yes
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the fever is getting worse. sweat is beading on seungcheolâs forehead, his skin pale and clammy with it, his eyes nearly black with delirium. wonwoo can practically hear his brain cooking in his skull.
âyou canât go,â wonwoo murmurs, crouched next to the naked mattress, pressing his own cold hands to seungcheolâs face like they might put out the fire. âyou canât leave me, hyung, what will i do without you? what can i do now?â
seungcheol reaches up to touch him too, or at least he tries; his hand doesnât get more than a few inches off the side of the mattress before it falls back helplessly. âyou can eat,â he says.
no. âno, i canât, no.â desperately, wonwoo shoves up seungcheolâs shirt; the ripped towels heâs been using as bandages are already soaked through again, with blood and whatever else used to be inside him. wonwoo can smell that heâs dying, that the infection is too deep already. âi canât go search for someone right now and leave you alone.â
âyouâre hungry,â seungcheol slurs. this time both of his hands make it all the way to wonwooâs neck, and tug him down with the last of the strength left in them. wonwoo squeezes halfway onto the mattress, one leg slung over seungcheolâs, combing through his hair with his fingers.
âit would hurt you.â
âeverything is already hurting me.â heâs shivering against wonwooâs side now. âi want it, wonwoo-yah. i want you to be full.â
wonwoo doesnât want it. but he needs it, he knows that, the hunger is like a yawning pit in his stomach and it will swallow him whole if he lets it. âyou canât eat an eater,â he says pitifully. itâs his last defense. he feels stupid for being so fragile right now when seungcheol is the one dying. âthatâs what seokmin told me.â
âthat was one of his rules,â says seungcheol. âevery one of us has their own rules, but this is us, wonwoo, itâs just us. itâs me. i want to feed you. i want to make you a little happier than everyone else.â
he sounds clearer than he has in days. for a moment wonwoo thinks heâs getting better, that the fever has finally fought its way out of him, but when he pulls away to check, seungcheolâs eyes are still glassy and unfocused, his lips are still dry and cracking. the bottom one has split, little beads of blood seeping out of it. wonwoo leans in and presses their lips together, an impulse driven by the fact he knows he wonât get another chance. he can taste the sickness in the blood as it smears between their mouths.
âiâd starve for you, if you asked me to,â he says.
âi'm not asking you to.â seungcheolâs head lolls to the side, baring the skin of his neck, his long dark hair stuck to it with sweat. âiâm asking you to eat. carry me in you, wonwoo. love me.â
the first hot gush of his blood across wonwooâs tongue is like a dam breaking. wonwoo can feel himself crying as he eats, the salt of tears and blood mingling in his mouth, and hear a distant sweet lowing like cattle being slaughtered; it takes him a moment to realize itâs him making the noise. seungcheol is silent beneath him. he doesnât make a single noise when wonwoo bites into the soft pocket beneath his jaw, doesnât do anything but lie there and let wonwoo swallow him.
âyouâll be the first,â wonwoo says through a mouthful of seungcheolâs cheek. âthe first one i eat bones and all. youâre special, hyung.â
he is specialâthis is specialâwhen else would a predator eat another predator? who else would ask wonwoo to love them?
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you have way with words <3 thank you for writing this! honestly brought me so close to tears.
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