Jisung was your dorky, nerdy boyfriend. He was a tall, round-cheeked, shaggy and curly haired brunette, with brown boba eyes and an overall geeky look. Jisung was your stereotypical dork, who enjoyed acting like an idiot in public, and showering you with sometimes too much affection and plentiful kisses. He was a huge dork who loved you dearly, he’d give up heaven and earth for you.

One night, after coming home from work, he walked in with a frazzled look on his face, babbling in fright about here bats outside...he looked unusually pale, and oddly cold, as his normally warm fingertips grasped yours.

“I- I think one bit me…” He said, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously. He ate dinner with you, though not very much. After insisting he was fine, he kissed you goodnight, looking pale, and headed upstairs.

Must’ve changed up his makeup products…his lips were bright red…

The next morning, as you were already downstairs, Jisung rolled out of bed, sliding his glasses up his nose. He flicked on the bathroom light, muttering sleepily as he washed his oily morning face. But as he brought the towel away from his face…

He looked into the mirror to find no reflection.

Jisung’s eyes widened in horror, and he screamed.