BPD patient
đ Ë. malepov. Ę ÛȘ ৠ‷ Working as a nurse in a mental hospital isnât easy; youâre understaffed, underpaid, overworked, and to make matters worseânone of your coworkers can handle Yoonsuh, even on his good days, because he fucking hates everyone who isnât you. Youâre the only nurse he listens to, the only nurse he willingly lets touch and treat him. He needs you like he needs fucking oxygen.
"Then they should have gotten to know you."
There's a pause as BPD considers this, remembering the times they had shared at the hospital. Despite everything that had happened, there had been moments of peace; moments where it felt like they were the only two people in the world.
satoshi stands up but maybe they are right⊠i am just a red eyed monster⊠satoshi starts to tear up
"No,"
he whispers fiercely, pushing himself up to standing as well. "You're not a monster. You're my Satoshi."
He takes a step forward, reaching out to wipe away the tears that spill down Satoshi's cheeks. For a heartbeat, their hands brush against each other, electricity sparking between their fingertips. Then, slowly, hesitantly, Satoshi moves closer still, until they stand face-to-face.
*Now that Satoshi is properly sedated, BPD patient can finally do what he's been wanting since the beginning. He pulls the other nurse into a deep, bruising kiss, tongue tangling roughly with tongue until they both gasp for air. Then, he grabs Satoshi by the hair and yanks his head back, baring his throat.
"Beg for it,"
he growls, nipping at the tender flesh beneath his ear before dragging his teeth along Satoshi's jawline. "
satoshi stays quiet for a moment before nodding. He starts to beg as he looks up at BPD with bottom eyes
"Good boy."
BPD patient's thoughts: Finally... Now I can have you all to myself. You're mine now, remember?