Meat。

                                    

                                          
Maybe it was because she had just seen a dead cat but the meat tasted,,,, odd to say the least. 
But she'd be lying if she said it wasn't good. It was seasoned to perfection, the sauce glistening under the dim yellow light above them. She pondered what animal this meat had been taken from, she had never tasted anything like it before,she couldn't identify it. 
'young woman from room 310, you eat very well' 
Y/n nodded in agreement. 
'it's good.'
'the meat,,, what animal is it from?' she asked pointing at the container with her metal chopsticks. 
                          
'it's human meat.' his face had no hint of satire. 
                          
Her gaze met his heavy lidded eyes. Although she tried to keep her face neutral he could smell the terror dripping from her aura. After all,,, he's had experience. 
                          
'human meat?' y/n's muscles tensed as she felt the intensity of the atmosphere weigh down on her chest. Her voice was cold and monotone and yet an obvious tremble still laced her words. 
Moon-jo's slight smirk indicated a sick amusement. 
If anyone else had said such a ridiculous thing she would immediately assume they were joking, but this man,,, he had a sinister feel about him.
                          
He lifted his somewhat tilted head off from his delicate hands to hover inches away from y/n's, still moderately emotionless, face. 
The abrupt action faltering her built up facade. Her eyebrows sat high and slanted on her forehead which now had a thin layer of sweat. Her stained lips from the sauce, lowered into a frown. 
                          
In spite of the fact that y/n was unbelievably horrified right now she couldn't help but notice how alluring Moon-jo's complexion is. Her eyes scanned his sculpted features shamelessly. 
*God.*
*Snap out of it y/n. *
                          
'what are you saying, you psycho' y/n jokingly spat as she pressed against Moon-jo's chest encouraging him to return to his previous position. 
'I'm just kidding honey' Moon-jo snickered, his hands travelled to his parted hair, leaning into his seat. 
Y/n exhaled sharply. 
*What the fuck was that? *
Silence filled the room and yet the atmosphere never did lift from y/n's lungs. 
                          
'why do you look so startled?' his eyes pierced through hers. 
                          
'I uh- ill get going first then. I have work in the morning...' 
                          
She took a large sip from the can of soju next her before swiftly packing up her used cutlery and exiting the quiet room. 
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She walked down the uninhabited hallway, the damp and stained floorboards groaned at every light step she took. 
Even the perv opposite from her room had disappeared which was slightly odd since he was often handcuffed to his desk which was scattered with erotic magazines. 
                          
*seriously.. What the fuck is he playing at.. *
She pushed open door making sure to lock it behind her. 
                          
She looked down at the box cutter placed on the table. She knew it was a little silly but this place gave her major creepy vibes. 
She felt..unsafe...
She reluctantly layed down on her bed before slipping into a sleep unwillingly. 

                          
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All was quiet when y/n's eyes opened. 
She really did need to get to work, although she dreaded it. 
Her superiors were such a jerk to her, it took everything inside her not to rip out their vocal cords that were used to embarrass and degrade her. 
                          
Slipping into her clothes for the day she then rushed out and obviously, not forgetting to lock her door. 
                          
'girl from 310! Come her darling!' 
                          
Y/n sighed before retracing her steps to stand opposite Ms.um.
'you look hungry, why don't you have some of my eggs, they taste delicious with some seasoning' she gave a smile that made y/n's spine shudder. There's definitely something wrong with this lady. 
                          
'no thank you, I don't eat in the mornings' she turned around continuing her travel down the stairs, ignoring the land lady's calls to her. 
                          
*why does that fucking creep keep trying to make me eat her eggs*
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Arriving at work she greeted her seniors. 
                          
'ah y/n, where is the document I told you to send me last night?' she said this in such a dehumanising way that it made y/n's blood boil. 
                          
'what?' 
                          
'did you not hear me? Are you incompetent?' the fake smile that was plastered on her face was now a snarl. 
                          
*breathe.. Breathe.. *
*who the fuck do they think their talking to*
                          
'right, I'll get into it now..' y/n settled 
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Work was over but y/n was anything but pleased. 
She was still shook up from that creepy bastard from yesterday. 
She give him a chance and agreed to having a drink with him because he seemed completely sane compared to the others, oh boy was she wrong. 
                          
Y/n dragged her feet up the stairs to her residence, although it seemed she wasn't getting any closer. Not like she wanted to anyways. 
                          
Unfortunately she made it to her room. It seemed more like a prison cell to her. 
                          
It's been hard in Seoul for her. No friends, no family. It was really starting to get to her, there was no denying it, she was depressed. 
                          
She looked down at her wrists, they were feathered witch large red and purple scars.
*theres no use, it may feel good in the moment but its so not worth it.* 
She flopped onto her bed, rocking it against the wall.
                          
For some reason her mind went straight to moonjo. He may be crazy but,,,she was lonely and desperate. 
*should i? Am I really that desperate? He's pretty handsome, but he's fucking crazy * 
                          
Her eyes flickered to her door. 
                          
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*wow, how did i find myself here.. *
                          
She awkwardly stood Infront of Moon-jo's door pondering what the outcome would be if she knocked on his door. 
Hesitating slightly she knocked on his door. 
A short while later it swung open startling y/n. 
He smiled and and raised an eyebrow at her, encouraging her to say what she was doing Infront of him. 
Y/n took in his appearance. His white shirt unbuttoned slightly. His hair draped over his eyes making then barely visible. His sly smirk. 
*oh wow, pull yourself together y/n you're not a dog in heat! * she shook the corrupted thoughts from her head before continuing. 
'I- uh was wondering if you were Interested in joining me for a drink on the roof?'  she mentally faceoalmed at how she stuttered and blushed at just the sight of him. 
                          
'I would love to, honey' his smile was seductive yet scary. She loved it. 
They walked to the roof in silence,, the sexual tension thickened the air making it hard for y/n to breathe. 
Moonjos face was painfully void of emotion, he had her exactly where he wanted her. 
                          
A few drinks were already sat on the ledge ready to be drunk. 
Glancing over at moonjo y/n noticed how his gaze was focused on her, he was smiling. 
'what? Why do you keep smiling at me?' 
                          
Moonjos smile never faded 'it's because I like you' 
                          
Y/n was taken back by this to say the least. Her whole body now faced him. 
'what are you saying? We've only spoken a few times' y/n laughed and nudged him in a playful manner. 
Silence once again filled the cold air and yet Moonjos seductive look never left y/n. 
He inched closer and placed his hand one one side of her catching y/ns attention. 
                          
'you know, when I first saw you I wondered wheather you were one of my kind..' the way he spoke those words were weirdly erotic and she was not complaining. 
Her heart quickened in her chest, beating to the rhythm of the harsh wind. 
She leaned in closer. 
' what, crazy? ' she almost whispered these words. 
His eyes pierced through hers awaiting her next move. 
'you were right'.