Fics like don't make deals with the thing in the woods

“What’s your name, little one?” Jisung knew better than to give his name out to strangers. Especially strangers with black eyes. He didn’t know what this man was, but somehow his brain was aware that telling him his name could mean a fate worse than death. When he didn’t respond, keeping his eyes pinned to the ground, a hand gripped the back of his head, tugging his hair and forcing his head up. Nails tug into his scalp, rough and pointed. He whined in pain, his eyes forced up to look at the dark eyes staring back at him. The man was only inches from his face, and he could even see his own reflection in the black irises. Scared. Terrified. Trembling like a bunny caught in a trap. Like prey. “I asked you for your name.” Swallowing, Jisung tried his best not to break eye contact. “Jisung. Han Jisung.” “Why don’t we have a little fun, Han Jisung?” (or: 3RACHA go camping. There's something lurking in the woods, and it has its eye on Jisung.)

Fics like don't make deals with the thing in the woods

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