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Han Yuna Masterlist

*This is my default information on Yuna; however, most of it can change based on the scenario (AUs)

*Faceclaim is Kim Hyuna (quite obviously for anyone who’s into kpop)

*Last Updated: 5/27/20

Stage Name: Yuna (유나)

Birth Name: Han Yuna (한유나 )

English Name: Krista

Group: Pandora // Solo

Other Members: Son Taeyeon, Park Soojin, Lee Sunbin, Park Minhee

Position: Lead Dancer, Vocalist, Sub-rapper, Maknae

Agency: YG Entertainment

Birthdate: May 15th, 1994

Debut Date: October 17th, 2006

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 163 cm (5’4″)

Weight: 45 kg (99 lbs)

Blood Type: 

Nationality: South Korean

Father: Han Kyungsoon

Mother: Lee Eunbi (deceased)

Brother: Han Jaehee [older by three years]

Stepmother: Jang Miyeon

Facts:

She was born in Mokpo and moved to Ilsan when she was three

Her mother, who was a freelance writer, passed away when she was seven years old from cardiac arrest

Since she’s the only girl in the family, her father, a university professor, was very fond of her, sometimes to the point of favoritism, which caused a rift between her older brother and herself

Since age ten she took part in a children’s performance team in her neighborhood, which is where she came to love dance

Soojin wanted to be an idol since she was young

When Yuna was twelve, her father remarried to her stepmother, Jang Miyeon

Because she was young then, Yuna didn’t like Miyeon and rebuffed her stepmother every time she tried to be friendly, but Miyeon was continuously kind to her

Due to her aloofness toward Miyeon, Yuna and her father grew apart, resulting in them arguing more and more frequently

Her older brother, Jaehee, didn’t like their stepmother either and also argued with their father over the matter, which resulted in them becoming closer to each other until they were almost inseparable

Yuna says that once she and Jaehee began to get along, he looked after her very well - walking her to school, making sure she slept and ate enough, helping her with her homework, etc.

In 2005, Yuna auditioned at YGE by dancing to S.E.S’s I’m Your Girl and singing to Uhm Jung Hwa’s Poison, and passed

Her father, whom she still had a strained relationship with, was lukewarm towards her career, wanting her to study instead, but her stepmother and her older brother supported her

Yuna met the other members – Minhee, Taeyeon, Soojin, and Sunbin – in early 2006

After Pandora’s debut on October 17th, 2006, Yuna began to realize that she had been unfair to her stepmother, but never brought it up for pride’s sake; she did, however, become less cold to Miyeon, although still maintaining a large distance

Due to the awkwardness between her and her father and stepmother, she spent the majority of her years as a trainee and many years after debuting in the dorms with the other members

When she did visit her family at home, there was considerable tension between herself and her family, with the exception of with Jaehee, who always welcomed her warmly

For years, she continued to debate on apologizing to Miyeon for being so unaccepting of her at first, but she could never quite make herself do it

When Yuna was eighteen, the university that her father worked at closed; Jaehee had already moved out, too, and her father and her stepmother were going bankrupt, but they kept it from both her and Jaehee

Yuna found out, though, and used her money to open them a barbecue restaurant in Ilsan; the restaurant was successful

After the restaurant’s success, Yuna finally managed to tell Miyeon that she was sorry for the way she treated her at first; Miyeon accepted her apology and helped her mend her relationship with her father, too

The other members of Pandora are like sisters to her, because she’s known and worked with them for so long

The Bigbang members are all like older brother to her, though she’s especially close with Daesung

She’s the acknowledged best at aegyo in Pandora, having some naturally cute mannerisms

Yuna is close with Sojin and Yura of Girl’s Day, Sohee (formerly) of Wonder Girls, and Choa (formerly) of AOA

She’s acquainted with all of Super Junior and friends with Heechul, Kangin, Yesung, and Siwon

Yuna is also friends with all of SHINee

She’s close to 2NE1 and Blackpink, especially with Minzy in the former and Jisoo in the latter

In college, Yuna majored in political science

Yuna is the type of person who has very focused parameters; she doesn’t really pay attention to anything that doesn’t affect her or those close to her

The things that Yuna is interested in usually have to do with astronomy, biology, economics, or philosophy

Yuna is a good driver

Some of Yuna’s favorite books are The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Lord of the Flies by William Golding, The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien,  For the Most Beautiful by Emily Hauser, 1984 by George Orwell, Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan, The Moon Over the Mountain by Nakajima Atsushi, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Yuna has an IQ of 171

Since childhood, Yuna has played the piano

Yuna is bad at putting on makeup, being the second worst at it in Pandora after Taeyeon

Yuna is introverted and likes spending time alone, she finds a good balance between time to herself and time with other people; Taeyeon once said that she envies Yuna for being able to walk on that thin line

Yuna’s favorite variety shows are Knowing Bros, Happy Together, Running Man, and I Can See Your Voice

By her own admittance, Yuna can be rather impatient and she doesn’t have the self-control of people like Soojin or Taeyeon; according to her, it can make her annoying to deal with sometimes

She thinks it’s a little scary how Taeyeon and Soojin can keep their composure so well

Yuna is someone who often wears her feelings on her sleeve; she doesn’t like hiding things, so she lets people know when she’s upset, sad, or anything of the like 

She often lets her feelings get a rise out of her and regrets it later

Yuna is agonistic

She believes in aliens but she doesn’t think that human beings on Earth will ever be able to have contact with them because of the sheer vastness of the universe

Her MBTI type is

Yuna is bisexual and an LGBTQ+ supporter

She’s popular in variety shows because of how laid-back she is; almost nothing that the hosts say to get a rise out of her succeed in fazing her

Generally she talks enthusiastically on variety shows, but she’s hard to fluster

She also likes to fire teasing and smart comments on a rare blue moon, but they’re very well-done and hilarious, which is exacerbated because she doesn’t do so often

Yuna’s favorite foods are tteokbokki, jjajangmyeon, and tteokguk

She’s not very good at holding her alcohol; in fact, a cup is usually enough to get her tipsy

Yuna is a morning person; she usually likes to go to bed early and wake up early, which sometimes leads to her struggling during irregular schedules

Her favorite animal is the dolphin

She’s not very competitive and especially hates putting physical exertion into anything

According to the other members, Yuna is the type to get really emotionally involved while dating, and can get somewhat fixated on her partner; because of that, she sometimes gets her feelings hurt

Yuna has a bad tendency to just push away things that are stressing her out, which leads to bad procrastination habits

Still, she strikes a fairly good balance between her work and her leisure time, which is why she often worries about Taeyeon, the resident workaholic and perfectionist of the group

She loves to read, and she’s fairly sure it’s because her mother read to her very often when she was a child

Because of Taeyeon’s tendency to be experimental and change the concepts and genres of their discography frequently, Yuna and the rest of Pandora have been noted for being “concept chameleons” by some

Yuna can speak Korean (from growing up in Korea) and and Mandarin (from school and working abroad) fluently, and she’s good at English, Japanese, and Indonesian

Yuna is a somewhat controversial figure in South Korea because she (and the rest of the Pandora members) is more outspoken about her concerns regarding the double standards against women in the industry as opposed to men, as well as South Korea’s sexism in general; she has also delved into topics such as LGBTQ rights and the stigma against idols dating

Yuna’s ideal type: “I think anyone who’s there for me would satisfy me in a relationship. If I had to pick a quality I would say that I prefer people who are dedicated. I really find it admirable when someone commits wholeheartedly to something.”

Cho Kyuhyun/Han Yuna

Love Disease, part i // Angst

[justtextmeoppa]

❝ I’ve an eternity with you ❞

Plot: You’re Super Junior’s manager and all of you are vampire. But you and Yesung hate each other so Lee Sooman puts both of you in the same house. With the time both start to develop feelings and in the end he can’t stand the situation anymore and tells the truth.

Pairing: YesungxReader

Genre: Vampire!Au  

Words count: 5,3k+ 

For our cutie @vintage-misery16, (FINALLY!!) I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

The screen in front of you illuminated part of your face, while your mood became more and more black at every second that passed.  

You had specified to not reveal anything about the new project, indeed you had forbidden the most inclined to let slip information to literally keep their mouth shut. And yet there he is, on the screen, with his smile that openly challenged your impositions.  

You never knew how it was possible that Yesung was still alive after all that time. His voice sounded faintly in your ears when you took your headphones off, getting out of the door like a fury ready to sink your teeth into someone's flesh.  

It had become unbearable to endure that man, his never-ending challenges, his faking to be a little angel when everyone knew how swaggering, arrogant and bad he was to the others.  

When the members of the group continued to attribute that behavior to the fact that he had undergone the transformation recently, you kept repeating that no, Kim Jongwoon, was a devil already before becoming a vampire.  

The transformation wasn't an event that happens at all. More than five hundred years ago there had been a war and no one knew how, but some soldiers had developed a particular gene. All kept assuming that they had been experiments, covered by the Government, which had resulted in untoward results. The fact that some soldiers had become "vampires", feeding on the blood of their comrades blinded by a violent thirst, could only be attributed to some kind of experiment. It wasn't possible that the human population, suddenly, became a species of herd of hungry animals without control.  

With the passing of centuries, the remaining humans - or those who didn't carry the gene - and the vampires had learned to live together, although the mutated population still had some difficulty in keeping their canine safe in their own mouth.  

And here you are, that you had undergone your transformation at only 16 years. Yes, all were born as mere human beings, without worries if they had within themselves the mutant gene. The age in which the change often occurred was in the twentieth; seldom it happened before. And it was this that surprised your parents, completely human, when they saw their daughter completely healthy become a monster.  

And it had been that the day when, after being kicked out of your own house, a gentleman with a kind appearance (perhaps too much, you would have begun to think after a few years) welcomed you into his home, gave you an instruction and everything that a person could even want. It was the 1940 and your immortal life began.  

"DAMN IT!"  

Your scream resonated inside the studio, the cameramen immediately closed the transmission and you could hear, thanks to your abilities, the amused giggles of Heechul and Kangin, in the farthest corner of the room. When Lee SooMan, the kind man who saved your life more than 70 years earlier, decided that you would be the most appropriate person to follow Super Junior, you never thought about how wrong that idea was.  

Your relationship with the group members was perfect, except with one. You had driven every single transformation, making them aware of what was going on and helping them control their most ruthless impulses. They were famous for being one of the few groups entirely "supernatural" of the world music scene, perhaps even for this were so followed. The different was well liked (and you wondered how it was possible that homosexuality was still a taboo in Korea), especially if it was represented by 13 perfect, sensual and talented boys.  

Jongwoon was your Achilles' heel. You couldn't stand him, and he couldn't stand you if he could have bled you with one bite.  

"Now she kills him," murmured Hangeng, knowing that this time they couldn't save their bandmates, "perhaps he deserves it," Hyukjae added and the only one who snorted was Heechul, who kept protecting his friend despite his continual mistakes.  

The sound of your heels on the marble of the floor resonated until you stopped before your goal, forcefully pushing your forefinger against his chest knowing that you wouldn't intimidate him. It was practically impossible to do it with him.  

"Listen to me," you'd say between your tight teeth, pushing your finger more forcefully and he made two steps back because of your strength, "when I say one thing, you have to obey. I'm your damn manager, can you figure that out?"  

"To be an old lady of almost ninety you have strength," he gave you a smirk and your patience was again put to the test, "Do you practice by chance?"  

An annoyed sigh left your lips, "Jongwoon, don't joke with the fire. You're a vampire, but you can hurt yourself too," you deadly whispered, moving away and leaving the studio with same violence with which you entered. And as you expected, Kim Jongwoon hadn't been scratched by your performance.  

 ~ ~

The smell of the blood in the glass had sickened you, despite your smile didn't disappear from your face. The blood produced by the companies that had found their gold mine in supplying the vampires always had a taste too strange for you. Too metallic, too fake. You didn't feed on human blood for more than half a century, and even though there were, by now, many remedies to that little problem, from time to time your mind and your thirst were so attuned that it was a torture resisting the impulse to sink your canine in the neck of someone.  

The steps outside your office, or rather at the end of the corridor, warned you that someone was about to enter and a few minutes after the one you wished to avoid seeing, settled in the armchair that you usually used in the late hours to relax our body after a tiring day.  

"Still having problems with Jongwoon, mh?"  

"Sooman-Nim, I.."  

"You two force myself to take extraordinary measures, Y/N," he hummed filling with blood a glass, drinking it in a single sip and then approaching your desk. His intimidating aura was so different from how you remembered it. If you could you avoid staying in the same room with him for more than five minutes. The kind and sweet man you had known dozens of years before was almost completely disappeared, or perhaps simply it had always been a façade. Or the business had changed him so much that you could hardly recognize him. "What.." Your voice was hesitant, while you engaged your hands to fix some documents in front of you, "What do you think you do??"  

"Pack your things, you're going to leave tonight."  

That news made you open wide your eyes, while a strange sensation made your way inside you and promised that nothing good would happen. With a sigh, you nodded and when he stepped out of your office, you followed him in a complete silence imagining that that was the end of your career as a manager. Who knows what that demon said to your boss (and father if for that matter) to get you fired.  

The hallways were quiet, it was so late that no one had stayed in that maze of offices, but Sooman's regular breathing kept reminding you that there was someone next to you. Vampires didn't need to breathe, but it was something that soothed humans. Seeing your breasts get up and down, feel your breath when you vampires crashed your lips with theirs in a burst of passion, every little gesture soothed the human mind.  

It was different for you. Breathing brought with it the ability to feel the scents, the flavors on your tongue, it was something magical that you kept still in your memories.  

Only after walking for five minutes you both came out of the building, where a car was waiting in the driveway. You didn't know if the vehicle was for you, for Sooman or for both. But when the door opened and your worst nightmare went down, you knew it was there for you.  

"W-what??"  

"Jongwoon has already packed his things. As you see you're both very happy with my decision, " sarcastic Sooman approached the luxurious machine, giving a vigorous pat on the shoulder to a bored and visibly infuriated Jongwoon, "I hope you can smooth out your differences in this way."  

The confusion continued to reign in your head, but always in silence, you followed the man in the car and you leaned your head against the window once the vehicle began to start. The only presence of that arrogant provoked in you the most inconvenient reactions.  

The profile of your apartment stood in front of you after ten minutes, the choice of living near the company had proved useful due to the amount of work you had every day, so without saying a single word to the other occupant of the car, you went out and with suffering spirit you headed to your room, after entering the bright and especially warm apartment.  

Your suitcase was on the bed and you started to go back and forth from your closet trying not to wrinkle your clothes too much. You loved the order, the cleanliness and that things had their own space, without too much trouble. Your soul was already damned, it was what you kept repeating for years, you preferred to keep your "human" life relatively quiet.  

"So this is your house, wow."  

"No one has given you permission to enter."  

"Why? From today we'll be roommates, what is yours will be mine. "  

Forcefully you'd close the suitcase, trying not to jump on him and biting him, opening the upper hinge in order to insert your laptop and the loader. Your footsteps on the floor were delicate, despite the heels you wore, and you moved to the room as a dancer moves on stage. Graceful and perfect. Jongwoon had always thought that you were too perfect to be a damned like all of them and it was perhaps the reason why he couldn't be nice to you. You were too much, he kept feeling at the lowest rung of a social ladder that suppressed him. The fact that you were Lee Sooman's daughter, then, worsened things. But he could hardly deny that you had an ethereal beauty.  

"Done? If you keep this way, I'll age ten years, " he mumbled bored, tightening his arms to his chest and feeling to be worn when you crossed him, beating his shoulder forcefully with yours. Ethereal, graceful but also lethal, that particular always made him smile.  

You watched one last time your apartment, your little private space that needed to distract your thoughts from the difficulties that being a vampire behaved, coming out with a sigh from the huge wooden door direct towards the car. The driver took your suitcase, managing to get a little smile and you entered the vehicle without even waiting for Jongwoon to arrive. You had decided, once discovered thanks to his words what was going to happen to both, that you would totally reset the contacts with him. You didn't have to talk to him, conversing and spending your time with him. Same house, but you would have used every grain of your willpower to keep him away from you.  

He entered the car and it finally started to drive to any place your dear "Daddy" had chosen for you, letting the mood of both darkened the atmosphere.  

"We're on hiatus, both."  

"WHAT?" The saliva blocked in your throat, almost choking you, but you immediately drove out that feeling, looking at him as if he was the cause of your every problem, which had a bottom of the truth. "What do you mean by hiatus?"  

"Are you deaf by chance? Or stupid? You know what it means, grandma. "  

"Jongwoon, don't star--"  

"Shut up, I need to rest, Sooman keeps me fast for two days because of our last bickering," he silenced you and turned his face towards the window, closing the conversation even if you hadn't finished.  

Hiatus, it meant that you'd be stuck in that house with him all the time because you were sure you wouldn't have the slightest permission to leave.  

The torture was about to begin.  

~ ~ 

"Have you seen my hair band?"  

"Even if I had seen it, I wouldn't tell you," he chuckled continuing to read the paper and you would raise your eyes to heaven, puffing nervously. His child attitudes were something you really couldn't bear, they created in you the worst murderous instincts you had to keep in every way.  

"Thank you anyway."  

You walked away from the kitchen, returning to look for your hair band. You had others, but they were buried in your suitcase, and even four days had passed, you couldn't unpack it. You continued to hope in the good soul of your paternal figure to be able to get you out of that condition.  

Jongwoon did practically nothing. He fed himself, occasionally he had fun cooking human food to annoy you -the smell slightly sickened you- and the music that came from his room could be heard in every corner of the house because of the volume. A child, he behaved exactly like a child.  

"Here it is," Jongwoon appeared next to you, handing out the black band you were looking for from whole minutes, waiting for you to grasp it, "Isn't that what you were looking for?"  

You nodded quietly, shaking the soft fabric of the object in your hand and prevented the corners of your mouth from rising upward. You would never give a smile to that horrible being, as you kept naming him with your best friend every night. The music from his room changed, even when he was downstairs he was quieter with a background of his favorite music, turning into a ballad that sounded familiar to you despite not being able to recognize it. Yet it was pleasant, one of the few choices you could really appreciate.  

"Y/N?"  

"Thank you for the hair band, sorry I was distract.."  

"Do you want to dance??" He handed you, his expression always emotionless but his eyes were brighter than usual. You hated him, but you loved dancing and that song almost seemed to call you so ignoring the screams of your mind to not accept his request, you rested your hand on his and he gently clasped it. You would never have believed that he could have such a delicate touch, but he made you believe it when with so much prudence he placed his other hand on your side and drew you to himself. Your bodies were close but they couldn't touch each other and for this you were grateful, so you both started to move your feet in perfect synchrony by waving for the living room as if you had wings under your feet. His grip was strong, his hand covered totally yours and the one that he kept resting on your side was delicate, but he managed to drive your every movement to perfection. You could feel his touch from under the silk robe that you wore, almost burned that small portion of skin but you didn't care about it. The touch of another vampire always had a similar effect, you didn't have to worry about it that much.  

The time seemed to stop around you and only when the electronic beat of an EDM song echoed for the house you remembered what you were doing, moving away to each other. "Thank you," you whispered before disappeared up the stairs, looking refuge between the walls of your bedroom.  

Once you enter you lean against the door, managing to still feel his warmth on your side. As if his hand was still resting against your flesh.  

"You forgot the band downstairs."  

His voice behind your door made you jump, but you wouldn't trigger the lock. That moment of intimacy, the music in the background, the perfection of which he seemed to move without making any effort, all the whole had a strange effect on you and you would have waited the next day to be able to face him. Maybe because of that Jongwoon, that strange and nice kind version of him was kind and you.. You liked him.   

A furious banging against your door suddenly woke you up and with fatigue you watched the alarm clock next to you, noticing that it was only four o'clock in the morning. As anger began to boil even inside you, you would get out from the bed and open the door you let someone fall on the floor of your room. Your gaze rested on the figure still standing in the hallway, Heechul, and then on the one on the floor that gasped in an attempt to breathe.  

"What the heck..?"  

"Sorry Y/N-SSI, sometimes I also lose control because of this jerk," the eldest of the two apologized, giving you an amused smile while you noticed the blood on his knuckles. "Oh shut Up, Hyung," Jongwoon gasped and in an attempt to stand up he grasped your arm, so you found yourself having to help him.  

Effortlessly you put him in an upright position, quickly passing your arm under his armpit to be able to support him since he didn't seem very stable on his own legs.  

"Can you care to explain me, Chul?"  

"The jerk has almost bitten a girl earlier and you know it's something I can't stand."  

"So you came out, you ugly asshole? I'm confined here and you can go out?" You hissed, passing Heechul and direct to his room. With a kick you opened the door, starting to drag him and throwing him on the bed without much care. You would have preferred that Heechul had done some worse damage, some damage that even a vampire takes more than a few days to heal.  

"Y/N, he escaped, neither of you is allowed to leave. How is cohabitation?? "  

"Horrible, unlivable, heavy."  

A whistle of appreciation came behind your shoulders but you ignored it, you weren't in the mood to joke with what you considered one of your dearest friends, starting to strip the boy on the bed.  

"So that's what you wanted?" he asked with a lopsided smile, feeling your hands on his body, but you shook your head and took off the blood dirty jeans letting them fall on the floor.  

"In your dreams, you prick. Now try to sleep, tomorrow you'll be good. "  

You walked away from him and you turned walking toward the door, where Heechul was waiting for you. "Thank you," it was a whisper but you both could hear it, so you closed the door without answering. He didn't deserve it, just as he didn't deserve that strange and unhealthy concern that had gripped your heart when you saw him dripping with blood on the floor of your room.  

 ~ ~

"Good morning," the greeting of Jongwoon went empty because you would lay your empty cup and leave the kitchen without even saying goodbye. And this provoked his annoyance, like everything you did in the rest. Deeply Inhaling he followed you and without delicacy slammed you against the wall, closing every way out and letting his body towering on you. He smelled clean, the few scratches he had on his face had disappeared and his gaze emanated that ounce of danger that capitulated every single fan. They loved Yesung for that, but without knowing Jongwoon.  

"What do you want?"  

"You're fucking polite. If I give you a good morning, I'm asking for an answer. "  

"I pretend I didn't wake up at four in the morning by a blood-covered jerk, but my claims are never respected, " you answered sarcastically and his eyes darkened, the iris began to turn and that docile dark color was slowly becoming the scarlet red that characterized the novices. "I pretend that you don't get killed and then soil my floor with blood. I pretend you're more responsible. You were going to attack an innocent girl yesterday," The tension was high among you two, you could feel it even on your skin so much was high, but that wouldn't have prevented you from saying what you had to tell him, "Jongwoon you must be careful. I know what that means, we all know. We know the feeling of thirst, the treacherous burning that sticks your throat in the worst moments and the control that slowly leaves your body. We know it, but you also are a public figure.. You can't let yourself go. "  

His face was unmoved, no emotion outlined those usually so kind lines when he was with the other boys and you sighed, trying to move him away by pushing your hands on his chest. But even though you were stronger and older than him, your efforts were totally vain.  

"Jongwoon, let me go."  

"You have to stop making the haughty girl, Y/N. Not because you were born before me, it means you know more things than I do. I know how to control myself, so I don't need your rhetoric. "  

He walked away, raising his hands to heaven and smiling with sarcasm he disappeared up the stairs. Leaving you with that same concern felt a few hours earlier, feeling that didn't seem to want to leave you for no reason. And it was at that moment that you realized that something was changing and maybe not for the better.  

~ ~

"Ehi, take this," You handed him a cup full of blood and he arched his left eyebrow, trying to conceal the surprise that your gesture had provoked.  

After the incident with Heechul had passed two months, two months full of oppressive silences but moments of calm and tranquility where you were even able to converse from time to time. And in those weeks, closed in the same house with him without being able to use the work as an excuse to distract yourself, you had begun to develop feelings for him.  

At first, it was something related to concern. You were worried he could get in trouble. Slowly it had turned into affection because when you watched him even from afar, you didn't feel the feeling of annoyance that had been your companion for more than three years. Maybe the disgust was the cover for something more, you didn't know. But with the passing of days, you were astonished to live better the days with him, to smile more and to be kinder to him.  

"I don't drink artificial bloo--"  

"It's mine."  

The newspaper fell with a little puff onto his legs and his eyes wide open made you realize that he was upset. Rarely did another vampire offer his own blood, but you knew how much he struggled with the artificial one and found difficult to resist the impulse of drinking the human ones. You protruded the cup towards him, then sighing when he didn't squeeze it and rested it in his hand, closing his fingers on the smooth surface of the cup.  

"Drink Woon, you know you have to feed," you order, giving your back and returning from the direction you came from.  

"Y/N; It's your damn blood. "  

"So?"  

He followed you, after resting the cup on the table, grasping your wrist and inspecting the two holes on the delicate skin that were already healing with speed. He stroked with his thumb one of the two holes, trying to figure out what was that confusion that was quickly blurring his head.  

"I can't drink it, it's your bloo--"  

"You already said it, it's not important.. It's just blood."  

"It will make me dependent on you, Y/N," he emphasized that information with contempt and despite you kept thinking of not having a soul, you felt hurt by his words. Almost he was disgusted by that thought, to be in some way tied to you. You tried to hide at best what his words had provoked and rested your other hand on his you rid effortlessly from his grasp. No sudden gesture, no sarcastic response. You didn't feel the strength to fight with him, especially because now on your part there were feelings that you were struggling to manage.  

"I'm sorry, I hadn't thought about it.  You can avoid drinking it, I don't want to cause you any more problems. "  

The rustle of your slippers was the only thing that he heard shortly after, you disappeared in a second and only your scent remained with him. He could perceive it, as if you were still beside him, giving slowly to his head. The confusion became even more persistent and he spent the rest of the day closed in his room, seeking the answer to those questions that kept nagging him.  

It was two at night when he decided it was time to go out and be able to find something to eat in the fridge, he would even swallow liters of artificial blood to smooth out the thirst that was tormenting him.  

The music struck him when he began to descend the stairs, a sweet but sad melody came from the living room and the notes resonated for the house making it as desperate as the song he heard. In small steps he approached the room, noticing you sitting on the stool while sliding your fingers with mastery on the black and white keys of the piano. He had never heard something so beautiful but sad at the same time and would never say that you knew how to play so well. No one knew because you never played before the others. You sister taught you, that same sister who had repudiated you once you became the vampire you were.  

You sighed as you observed how your fingers were getting married with those keys, without noticing the presence behind you that kept observing you totally kidnapped by your beauty. And that vision, you so irresistibly perfect under the light of the moon, erased altogether the confusion of those hours.  

Jongwoon knew what happened to him and hated himself for making it happen. Because in his mind you were too perfect for someone broken like him.  

"Oh, I didn't notice you," you murmured by blocking your fingers on the keys after you turned towards him, "I didn't want to wake you up with the music, sorry.."  

"Go to hell, Y/N."  

He walked away from the living room under your astonished look but this time you wouldn't let it run, you thought your relationship had slightly improved. And instead, he was acting like an asshole as always.  

The floor beneath your feet was cold, but you would welcome that feeling with pleasure, and you could stop him just as he was about to get out of the main door. "What the hell are you doing?"  

"Let me go Y/N before I can't respond to my actions!"  

"NO, NOW YOU TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU GET!" Your screams were high, but you knew nobody was living nearby so you didn't care much. He freed himself from your grasp and went out, the warm air of the night struck both but you followed him even though you were still barefoot and in a nightgown. "JONGWOON!"  

"GO AWAY, Y/N. I CAN'T STAND YOU ANYMORE, THIS COHABITATION HAS TIRED ME."  

"I THOUGHT IT WAS IMPROVED. YOU WERE ENE KIND, NOW AND THEN!! "  

"YOU'RE MY FUCKING PROBLEM!"  

The pain endured during the transformation made less harm than what he yelled at you. You stuck in the middle of the driveway, while he turned and watched you with a short breath. His hands were shaking, even he seemed to be tormented by a tremor that you couldn't explain. But you, inside you, felt a tornado of emotions that were about to make you collapse altogether.  

"IT'S YOU, YOU," he pointed his finger at you, at quick steps he came up to you and pressed your wrist lifting upward so you could observe it, "YOU'RE MY PROBLEM. COULDN'T YOU KEEP BEING THE PRICK YOU ALWAYS ARE? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? WHAT!?!? "  

"I.. I don't know what you're talking about, you didn't even drink my blood. You were disgusted by the idea.. "  

He opened his eyes wide feeling the misery with which your voice was resonated in his ears, by quitting the grip on your wrist that was left inanimate to your side while for the first time, after more than seventy years, hot and unexpected tears began to slip on your cheeks. Vampires could cry, but it was a rare occurrence and you had never experienced it.  

"I was disgusted by the idea.. Did you really think this?? "  

"Obvious, otherwise why you should have refuse--"  

His lips crashed with yours, suddenly silenced you. They moulded on yours, made his own and you started to reciprocate that kiss after a few seconds. His hands slipped along your hips, stopping on your back and drawing you to himself, letting your bodies adhere to perfection. His lips continued to move against yours with passion, almost as he was trying to survive thanks to that kiss and shortly after the tip of his tongue stroked your lower lip, asking for access. You denied it and walked away breathlessly, managing to loosen the grip of his arms on your middle.  

"What--what the hell.. Jongwoon.. " You panted, feeling a strange warmth blossoming in your chest and spreading flat for every nerve that your body possessed, "w-why..? "  

"I wasn't disgusted by the idea," he started whispering, approaching you again, and with his fingertips, he drew your cheek, stroking your cheekbone and slowly descending towards your jaw, "I was afraid to not control myself if I had tasted your blood.. I was afraid to hurt you. "  

"I--I wasn't referring to that.. W-Why did you kiss me..? "  

"Isn't it clear why someone kisses a person?" His usual sarcasm stroked his voice, but there was something more. A sweetness that almost dimmed it, which made what he said most affectionate. "I kissed you because these two months have made me understand so many things, but I still think that you're too perfect for me.. For anyone. "  

"W-what..?"  

"You're really dumb, are you? I like Y/N, it's not hard to understand. "  

"Oh....."  

Jongwoon smiled, amused by your reaction and without saying anything for the first time he showed his true colors in front of you. He was fragile, so much to evaluate himself inferior to you when in fact you were nothing special.  

He smelled like hawthorn and vanilla, something good you thought while resting your forehead against his chest and letting him lull you from that hug, treating the wounds you've been carrying inside you for years. The fear of being abandoned, of not being enough or beloved, had tormented you for years after the refusal of your parents. But that simple hug began to heal what time had failed to cure.  

"Y/N..?"  

"I like you too," you asserted quickly, after understanding what he wanted to hear, bending your head backward to watch him and a huge smile painted on his lips. You hadn't noticed that you had fed a dependence on his smile, but when his lips stretched out the vise to your stomach squeezed, making you almost melt in his arms. "It was taken for granted, otherwise I wouldn't have kissed you.."  

"Or you wouldn't give me your blood."  

"That you didn't drink."  

"I told you the reason, silly girl."  

"Don't mock me!"  

"It's so easy, dummy."  

You grunted and pinched his side, while in the distance the headlights of a car lit you up and approached more and more. You remained in his arms when the car stopped in front of your driveway and Leeteuk along with Donghae and Heechul went out, starting to whistle at the sight of you two into the arms of each other.  

"They will tease us..?"  

"Well, Woon.. They have eternity to do it. "  

"At least I'll pass it with you, it's not a bad deal this."