#kpop supernatural au

[heexseung]

꒰ 💋 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；sanguine ❜

* pairing: vampire!heeseung x afab!reader

* tags: smut, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, mild degradation (m. receiving), cunnilingus, handjob (mutual), edging (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), piv sex, exhibitionism, heeseung's a brat

* summary: heeseung, your lab partner for alchemy, is acting strange over a blood-red potion you both accidentally brew in the evening.

* word count: 6k

* a/n: here you go darlings, hope you enjoy ❤️‍🔥 please have a lovely day !! and if there are any mistakes, please don't hesitate to let me know and i'll fix it <33

The blood-red liquid in the flask stares at you in an almost menacing way and you squint at it in return, wondering what the hell did you do wrong this time. Did you boil it too long? Or maybe you used the wrong ingredients?

No, that’s not possible, you triple checked all the ingredients and the amount before using it. Perhaps you missed a step? Giving out a frustrated sigh, you push your hair back with your hand.

You turn to look at your lab partner, maybe he knows what’s going on but as soon as you do, your breath briefly catches in your throat. Heeseung’s staring at the flask that’s in your hand in a really weird manner.

As the seconds roll by, you watch as his brown doe eyes widen slightly, his pupils dilating, his stare becoming more and more intense. He even licks his lips and takes an audible gulp. It’s as if the potion has him entranced just by existing.

“Heeseung.”

Your voice doesn’t catch his attention so you opt to snap your fingers right in front of his face. In response, he blinks once, then twice, then shakes his head and turns towards you. Giving you a sheepish smile, he apologises for zoning out.

Despite saying so, his eyes go back to staring at the flask in the same weird manner again after you put it down on the flask rack. It makes you feel confused, what is this potion?

Wanting to find some answers, you start searching through your alchemy textbook. Too occupied to pay attention to your surroundings, you don’t notice what Heeseung’s doing until it’s too late. When you do notice, he’s already got his hand on the flask and is now drinking the potion.

“Heeseung, wait, no!”

Quickly grabbing the flask away from him, you start nagging at him, “Are you crazy? What’s wrong with you? You can’t just be drinking any potion that you see, we don’t even know what this is!”

But his eyes are spaced out and you’re pretty sure that he’s a goner, not even here anymore. A drop of red liquid trails down from the corner of his mouth to his chin and he doesn’t even bother to wipe it away. He just keeps on staring at the damn flask in your hand.

Because of the way he’s acting, you’re prompted to throw the whole potion inside the sink in front of you. You hear him whine as the last drop of potion disappears into the drain.

“Goddamn, I know you’re a vampire and all but come on, don’t you have any self-control? When was the last time you feed?”

As soon as you’re done dumping the contents of the flask, you give it a shake, making sure there’s nothing left of the potion. Immediately after, you feel his body slump against you, his head buried in your neck.

Surprised at his sudden action, you take a step back in response, trying to balance yourself and him. Then, gently placing the flask down on the table, you rest your hand on his head while your other hand rests on his shoulder.

You both stay like that for a while, him not doing anything except breathing heavily in your neck and you just wondering why what the hell is going on.

Then, all of a sudden, you feel lightheaded; your heart starts beating faster and there are suddenly butterflies in your stomach. Your knees start getting weak and you have to rest your hand on the table to steady yourself. It’s also getting harder to get your eyes and brain to focus on the situation in front of you.

And then he does something; he licks the side of your neck. That’s when it hits you and you kind of realise what he’s trying to do.

“Are you trying to feed on me?”

Although he doesn’t answer you verbally, his actions tell you his answer loud and clear. As soon as you feel his fangs graze against your neck, you tightly grip his hair and roughly pull his head backwards. That earns you a sharp hiss.

In his dizzied state, he somehow manages to choke out, “Please?”

Feeling sorry for him, you wonder how long he hasn’t been feeding for him to be this desperate. As he looks at you with lustful eyes, you ask him, “Do you want me to call Jay?”

You slowly let go of your grip and continue in a soft tone, “I don’t know what to do in situations like this…”

Heeseung just stares at you intensely and licks his lips in response, most likely focusing all his energy on keeping his seductive trance on you. Closing your eyes, you do your best to control yourself since it’s obvious that it’s up to you to control the situation right now and although it’s hard to resist him, you try.

That doesn’t mean you succeed though. Because the moment he starts whining in your ear, you move him so that he’s the one leaning on the table now. Your lips quickly attach themselves to his and despite his initial shock, he melts into you rather quickly.

Moaning into your mouth, he pulls you in closer to him — so close that your bodies are pressed up against each other. As he lets your tongue ravage his, your heart begins to beats faster and your head begins to get dizzy.

Practically feeling your self-control slipping, Heeseung can’t help but smirk to himself as you start trailing kisses on his neck. He lets out a soft moan when he feels you biting his neck — he can’t help it, vampires are more sensitive than everybody else.

His body rocks into yours and although he really likes what he’s feeling right now, he’s so terribly desperate for some blood and he can’t really keep up his seductive trance on you anymore since it’s draining too much of his energy. So he lets go of his grip on you, not physically though.

Slowly, your senses start coming back to you and you blink as your eyes adjust. Taking advantage of your still dizzy state, he whispers to you in a low tone, “Want to trade?”

Despite still being a bit dizzy, his words pique your curiosity. You hum at him, encouraging him to explain what he means.

“My body for your blood.”

Okay, now you’re really interested. Since you’re back to your normal state, you’re fully aware of what’s going on and fully in control of your actions now. Still, you can’t help but blink at him, a little dazedly, not sure if you heard him correctly or not — not sure if this is just a fragment of your imagination or not.

Does he really mean that he’ll have sex with you just for a bit of your blood? This situation seems absurd to you, especially when taken into consideration how you know that Heeseung doesn’t have sex with just anybody.

It’s obvious because you’ve never once heard anybody talking about how it was like having sex with Heeseung and you’re sure that if someone did have sex with him, they would brag about it to hell. And you can’t blame them because you’d do the same. What can you say? Heeseung’s a really hot vampire.

But maybe your mind is in the gutter and he doesn’t really mean sex — which is a more logical situation. Maybe he just means doing service related stuff like carrying your bag to class or buying you lunch?

Just as you are about to ask him to clarify what he means, he whispers in your ear with the same low tone he used before, “Whatever you want from me.”

“Whatever”… that means…

Yeah, it totally means sex. And just to be sure you got the right message, he looks at you in the eye and continues, “I know you want me. You wouldn’t have been all over me if you didn’t.”

“Now, hold up. I think I should remind you that you used your seductive trance on me.”

He smirks at that. “I mean, yeah but you still wouldn’t have kissed me if you didn’t want me. The trance doesn’t make you do stuff you don’t want to do, you know. It just makes you honest and impulsive… like a truth serum.”

You narrow your eyes on him, contemplating your choices. Truthfully, you’re not much of a fan of getting blood sucked right out of you.

Looking at you with a pleading look, he tries to coax you into agreeing with the trade, “Please? You can have my body. Hell, do whatever you want to me. Just give me a bit of your blood. I’m so thirsty right now, please?”

There are so many questions you’d like to ask him; why you? Why not just get Jay to get him a packet of animal blood? Will it hurt? How much is he going to take? What about the side effects?

As if he can sense your thoughts, he rests his hand on your waist and pulls you in closer, “Come on, please? I’ll be a really good boy for you.”

Sighing, you tell him seriously, “Hee baby, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

But he’s already shutting you and your thoughts up with a kiss — one that turns heated really quickly. Since he obviously doesn’t know how intense you can be, you’re going to show it to him.

As your tongue goes to explore every inch of his mouth, he lets out a soft moan, not even bothering to fight for dominance. By the time you pull away from him and rest your forehead on his, one of your hands is already palming him through his pants while the other covers his mouth, forcing him to stay quiet.

He can’t help but whine as he slightly grinds into your hand, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of lust. His hands leave your waist — one goes to your wrist (the one that’s palming him), gripping it tightly while the other goes on the table behind him for support. You push your palm against him more and he whines again, throwing his head back.

Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whisper to him, “Are you really that desperate so much that you’re willing to whore yourself out just for some blood?”

Unable to deny, he can only nod and gasp in response, his grip on your wrist tightens.

“So desperate that you’re willing to be my slut, huh?”

You feel him shiver for a bit before he nods again. He stares at you with half-lidded eyes for a while until you finally get the memo that he wants to say something. Letting him speak, you move your hand that was on his mouth to play with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“But like, can we not do it here?”

You laugh at that. “Where then?”

“My room?”

How could you ever say no to this man? You give him a nod in agreement but something crosses your mind — you’re curious about one thing.

“What are you gonna do about this though?” He bites his lip as you say that, his ears turning a soft shade of red as you continue to press your hand against the bulge in his pants.

Quickly taking off his black jacket, you take a step back from him as he ties the arms around his waist. It doesn’t hide much but it’ll do. Besides, you don’t really care much about it. That’s more of a him problem.

“There, let’s go.” Grabbing your hand in his, he starts pulling you to the door but you, being a responsible university student, remind him, “Hee baby, I know you’re impatient but we gotta clean up first.”

He groans at that. Nevertheless, he doesn’t complain and quickly cleans everything up with you.

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The walk to his room is quick since it’s quite close to the lab. When you both get there, he asks you to wait outside for a moment. It’s not a big deal for you so you wait outside in the hallway while he does whatever he’s doing, maybe doing some last-minute cleaning.

By the time the door opens again — which isn’t long, a confused Jay steps out. He notices you standing there and you see a spark of realisation in his eyes, the confusion on his face disappears instantly.

“Hey, Jay.”

He smiles at you and just laughs in response, saying he’ll be back at 10 and to have fun. You watch as his silhouette disappears out of your view and by that time, Heeseung’s already pulling you into his room.

Once you’re inside, he traps you against the door, body pressing against yours, his hands on your hips and his thigh in between your legs. His lips immediately meet yours in a fierce and passionate kiss.

It doesn’t take him long before he pulls away from you and starts kissing down your neck. It feels good and you love neck kisses but you know what he’s trying to do.

Keeping your guard up, you run your hand through his hair and grind into his thigh. He starts licking the side of your neck and you don’t know how he’s so good at this, he almost makes you forget, almost makes you drop your guard down with every move of his tongue against your neck.

Fortunately for you, you feel it immediately; the feeling of his fangs against your skin. It prompts you to grip his hair and roughly pull it back. He whines in response. “Be patient. You don’t get a taste of me until you’ve earned it, understand?”

You let go of your grip on his hair as he hums, signalling his understanding of the situation.

“Now get on the bed.”

“What are you going to do if I say no?” He says as he gives you a teasing smile.

Oh? So he wants to be a bit of a brat now, huh?

Well, that’s perfectly fine with you, you’ll put him in his place. Grabbing his hips, you forcefully push and move him back. He stumbles a bit as you guide him to his bed — at least, you hope it’s his bed, it seems like it’s his bed.

Eventually, you push him and he falls into it. Wasting no time, you climb on top of him. Pinning his hands down on both sides of his head, you bring your lips near his ear and say to him, “If you’re gonna be a brat, Heeseung, just know that I make brats cry.”

He doesn’t get a chance to reply to you because you’re already kissing him again, all hot and rough. It makes him hard to keep up with you and eventually he just lets you kiss him like that, your tongue once again exploring his mouth. Your hands push down on his and he laces them together, moaning a bit when he feels you push his hands harder against the sheets.

Pulling away from him, you press your leg against the budge in his pants and start trailing kisses down his neck. When he feels your tongue on his neck, he can’t help but throw his head back as he grinds into your leg. It makes you lose control, he makes you lose control. You just want to ruin him, hear his sweet voice beg for you.

“Fuck, we need a safe word because I want to ruin you so bad you don’t even know.”

It’s when you start biting he starts getting noisy. All his gasps and moans start coming out but he manages to choke out the first word that comes into his head, “Apple.”

“Our safe word is apple?”

Heeseung feels his heart beat faster at that, your words repeat in his head; our safe word is apple? God, he wants to do this again with you and he’s not even talking about sex since you two haven’t even gotten there yet. He just wants to be with you, spend time with you, make you happy, make you feel good. And although it’s obvious that Heeseung’s not the type to have sex just for fun but for you, he doesn’t care. He’d let you use his body any time… because it’s yours anyway, he thinks.

He doesn’t want to scare you off or ruin the moment though, so he keeps his question for another time and tells you, “Yeah.”

“Say it again,” you say as your hand lets go of his and starts palming him.

“A-apple,” he stutters, his head starting to get hazy.

“Good boy.”

He practically melts at your praise. It looks like you just found out one of his kinks. Your mind is already starting to think of ways to use that to your advantage because one thing’s for sure; you’re gonna make him beg. You’re not sure if that’s gonna be easy or hard but that’s what makes it fun.

Sitting up, you straddle him. Your hands move to unbutton his pants but just as you’re about to free his dick, you hear a phone ring. A bit annoyed, you look in the direction where the sound is coming from.

“Undress. By the time I come back, I want you naked,” you say to him as you make your way towards the phone.

He doesn’t even tell you that it’s his phone and not yours, he doesn’t really care either way. Besides, he’s curious about what you’re going to say.

You find the phone on his desk, amongst other stuff including books, pencils and even empty blood bags that you pay no attention to. You put the phone at your ear as soon as you accept the call, not even looking at the caller ID.

The sound of a feminine voice whining captures your attention, “Heeseung baby, finally you picked up my calls! Where are you?”

Feeling a bit weirded out, you look at the phone. You give a quiet chuckle when you realise that Heeseung didn’t even save this person’s number. You’re about to look back at Heeseung until you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his naked body.

He feels so good like this — his built chest pressing against your back, his head in your neck, you feel his hard-on against your back too. He’s being a brat again because one of his hands is starting to grope your breasts underneath your shirt while the other starts making its way to your cunt.

“Who is it?” He whispers to you as he plays with your boob, kneading it in his hand. His other hand is already underneath your underwear and he’s rubbing circles against your wet cunt. He’s so good at this too and you let him continue while you return your attention to the person on the other side of the call.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” You ask, not even hiding your heavy breathing.

The person seems outraged, given by their tone of voice when they reply, “Who the fuck are you and why are you answering Heeseung’s phone?”

It makes you want to laugh but before you’re able to do that, Heeseung inserts a finger inside you and starts kissing your neck. His grip on your breast tightens as he pinches your nipple, all the while thrusting his finger as deep as it can go inside you.

You don’t even bother to hide your moan, telling him to keep going, “Yeah, just like that Hee baby. God, you’re doing so good, you feel so good.”

Feeling his dick twitch against your back from the praise that you gave him, he continues his actions with more intensity. You’re sure that he can hear the other person on the line and you’re not sure what their relationship is but you don’t care because right now, Heeseung is yours and you’re gonna make this person know that.

Meanwhile, this person is more than outraged, even more so when you tell her, “Sorry babe, Heeseung’s mine,” and hang up the call. When you finally put down the phone, Heeseung starts speaking.

“Sorry about that, I don’t know her, she’s been stalking me like crazy. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he says in his usual soft tone, worried that you might get the wrong idea.

But you really couldn’t care less. You grab his hands and reluctantly pull them off you. Then, you spin around so that you’re now facing him. He quickly breaks eye contact with you, knowing that he’s gonna get it now for being a brat… and yet he can’t contain the thrill and excitement in him. It makes him smile teasingly at you despite not being able to look you in the eye.

Grabbing his face in your hand, you make him look at you. His breath catches in his throat when he sees the intensity in your eyes. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him in closer to you. He thought you were going to kiss him but instead you only pull his head closer because you wanted to whisper something in his ear, “Is there any way that I could mark you?”

He bites his lip at that. The thought of you marking him turns him on more than he’d like to admit. He’d love for you to be able to leave marks on his skin and he’d definitely show it off, he doesn’t care who sees, he wants everyone to know that only you can mark him, that he belongs to somebody and that somebody just happens to be you. But alas, there’s not really any way to mark a vampire if you’re human.

“I… I don’t think so,” he tells you softly after thinking about it, “My skin would heal way too quickly.”

Just to be sure, you try it out. Your lips attach themselves to his neck and as you bite hard on it, a loud gasp falls out of his mouth. He doesn’t complain though and albeit you know that you probably shouldn’t take advantage of that, you still do.

So you bite him again, this time, sucking hard on his skin right after. He holds onto you as you do that to keep himself steady, trembling a bit. When you’re done, you pull away to look at it.

Unfortunately, he’s telling the truth. You watch as the bruise you left quickly heals itself, turning a shade of red back to the colour of his skin. In your opinion, it healed itself way too quickly for a vampire who hasn’t fed in like a week… but then again, you’re not a vampire so what do you know?

He notices you pouting and suddenly remembers something, “Um… but there is… scent?”

“Scent?”

“Yeah, scent. Um, a human probably won’t notice it but others would.

That’s true though. Despite being full human, you already know that everyone else’s sense of smell is very sensitive, so sensitive that they can probably smell you on him from miles away. Okay, that’s obviously an exaggeration but yeah, that works… you guess.

“How long does it last?”

“A couple of days, I guess.”

“Is there really no other way?”

“Not unless you’re a vampire too,” he bares his fangs at you with a smile right after he says that.

Hm, fair enough. Deciding to let it go, you tell him to get on the bed as you start taking your clothes off. Surprisingly, he obeys and does so rather quickly with no teasing comments whatsoever. So he can be obedient, you think to yourself. That means he’ll beg.

He sits down at the edge of the bed and watches you strip down. You don’t have to look at him to know that his eyes are hungry, just taking in every single inch of your bare skin. Pulling down your soaked underwear, you finally make your way towards him.

You know he wants you on top of him. That’s obvious, he’s ready to pull you down onto the bed with him but you have other plans. As soon as you’re standing in front of him, his hands go out to touch your waist but you swat them away.

As he looks up at you in desperation, you grip his hair, throw one leg over his shoulder and pull him into your cunt. Like an obedient puppy, he immediately parts his lips and starts eating you out — licking into you, sucking on your clit, lapping at your juices. You can’t help but moan at the sensation of his tongue on your cunt.

It takes him a while to figure out what you like but he eventually gets there. Your grip on his hair tightens and you start panting when he starts tongue-fucking you.

The feel of his hot tongue inside you just drives you insane. It makes you grind against his face. When he pulls his tongue out to swirl it in circles around your cunt, you’re unable to stop yourself from inserting two of your fingers inside you.

The thrusting of your fingers combined with the sensation of his tongue on you drives you to the edge. There’s a knot in your stomach and you can feel your climax approaching.

Heeseung feels it too and he intensifies his actions to help you get there. You pull his face into your cunt and he moans, the vibrations sending you to a frenzy so much that you start rambling, “Damn, you’re so good at this. Keep going, baby. I’m so close. You’re doing so good, you feel so fucking good, my god.”

With three fingers inside you and a final thrust, along with Heeseung sucking your clit, you let out a loud moan when you finally reach your climax.

Your legs start to weaken and for a moment, you’re worried that you might fall but he has you, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist and thigh. He keeps on eating you out as you ride the waves of your orgasm, lapping up all the juices coming out of you.

When you finally get back to your senses, you notice the whole room smells like sex now and you know you have to apologise to Jay later. It seems the smell has intoxicated both you and Heeseung. You see his eyes start getting hazy, no doubt his mind is a bit dizzy too.

You push him down on the bed and press your body against his. Gripping his cock with one hand, you say in his ear, “I was going to punish you for being a brat.”

He moans and bucks into your hand as you start stroking it quickly, “But you’ve been good and you did well. So I guess I’m letting you off this time.”

He whines your name in your ear as you speed up the pace and you continue, “Do you think you’ve been a good boy?”

Throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan, he nods and says, “ Yes.”

You chuckle at that, you know he hasn’t been very good. Recalling that phone call scene earlier, you continue to pump him while your other hand starts playing with his nipples. “Really? I don’t think so though? Remember that phone call scene earlier?”

He drags out a moan, he can’t focus when you’re being like this to him. Deciding to tease him for a bit just like how he teased you earlier, you start leaving bruises on his neck with your mouth — at least, you attempt to.

And albeit your attempt will forever be just an attempt, it’s still fun to see him squirm under you. His every reaction is delicious, every moan, every hiss, the look on his face when your fingers play with his tip, the look on his face when you pinch his nipples, ugh, you just love it.

Eventually, he tells you he’s close and you increase your intensity and pace. Right at the last moment right before he’s about to cum, you stop touching him completely, pulling your hands away from him.

He whines your name loudly at the loss of your touch and his orgasm. Staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands beside each side of his head, he breathes heavily as he contemplates what to do.

But before he could do anything, you’re already sitting up. “You got a condom?”

He nods and replies, “Yeah, at the desk.”

“Good, because if you don’t, I would’ve edge you 5 times before I let you cum,” you say as you get off of him and make your way towards his desk.

Hiding the upper part of his face with his arm, he bites his swollen lip and tries to calm himself down because if he doesn’t calm down, he’s going to cum real fast. Being a vampire doesn’t help, nor you edging him because now he’s the most sensitive he’s ever been.

Breathe in, breathe out, he tells himself.

“Here you go.” You toss him the condom.

You watch him put it on as you tell him, “By the way, I threw away the empty blood bags, I don’t know why you didn’t throw them in the trash.”

“Ah, yeah, I forgot about them,” he sheepishly replies.

“Clean up after yourself, that’s been there for at least a couple of days, no?”

He looks at you in confusion, but before he can comment on it further, you’re back on top of him. You ask him if he’s ready and he grabs your hips and replies, “Wait, no, I’m so sensitive, give me a minute, please.”

Of course, you don’t listen to him. Instead, you continuously grind your cunt into his dick and relish in the reactions and sounds that he makes. He grinds into you too, his body rocking into yours as he arches his back from the pleasure.

Fuck, he’s not even inside you yet but he can already feel his orgasm coming. He’s so close and his jerky movements and constant moaning are proof of that.

Meanwhile, you, you’re soaking wet again. You want his dick inside you yet you vowed to yourself that you won’t put his dick inside you unless he begs for it. So you keep grinding against him.

Suddenly, you feel his hands grab your hips, you hear him say your name in an exasperated tone. “Please, I’m so close, please.”

It’s so fun watching him like this, all wrecked and desperate, desperate to be inside you, desperate to cum. You can’t help but tease him again, he’s just so cute like this. He brings out the sadist in you.

You don’t stop until his orgasm comes close again. For the second time this evening, you stop him from cumming, lifting yourself off of him right before he was about to cum.

“Shit.”

It’s the first time you hear him swear. Despite swearing, the tone of his voice is still soft like usual. He even manages to make swear words sound soft. It makes you want to hear him swear again but you’ve already been cruel to him enough for the day. You stare at him in slight awe as you let him compose himself for a minute.

When he gets back to his senses, he starts groaning. His hand covers the front of his face again. Just by looking at him, you know that you’ve already broken him so much that he’s just begging non-stop now.

He’s a mess under you as he begs you desperately, “Please don’t do this to me, please, please don’t do this to me, please-”

“Shh… okay, okay, I got you.”

“Please.”

You hum at him as you insert his dick inside you. Moaning at the feeling of him filling you up, you start moving. Your movements are rushed since you don’t want to torture him any longer. Heeseung doesn’t stop begging you, he just gets louder as time goes on, moaning in between pleas every time you thrust into him.

He doesn’t even have the energy to thrust into you anymore so you adjust yourself a bit so that he could hit your g-spot. A couple of thrusts later and the familiar feeling comes to you again, the knot in your stomach — you’re close.

“You’re close?” you ask him.

He nods his head in response, begging you to let him cum and to not edge him again. You kiss him and that shuts him up — well not really because he doesn’t stop moaning, but he does stop speaking.

As your tongue swirls with his, you pinch his nipples one last time and that’s enough to send him on the edge. He arches his back into you and gasps as he finally gets his release. You keep going, helping him ride the waves of his orgasm and soon, you’re cumming too.

Slowing down your movements, you eventually lay on top of him, panting in his ear. Heeseung’s arms wrap around you, he’s panting too and still has a dazed just-been-fucked look on his face.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he says to you in a soft voice, “Thank you.”

It’s obvious that he’s spent and you’re glad you both had a good time. You run your hand through his hair and give him tons of praises, “No, no, thank you for being so good to me. You did so well, such a good boy for me, thank you so much. I’m sorry if I went too far.”

He laughs at that, the laugh you usually hear coming from him — rich and cheerful, like it could light up the whole world. You’ve heard it before, it’s hard to miss it since his laugh is melodic and catches your attention all the time… but you’ve never made him laugh, this is the first time.

Feeling a bit of warmth inside you, you smile at him as he whispers, “It was fun… I enjoyed it.”

Can we do it again later? It doesn’t have to be just this one time. He wants to say that to you but he’s scared that you’ll reject him, scared that he’ll blow his chances. So instead, he bites his lip and keeps his mouth shut.

Suddenly, you remember the deal you two had. “Oh yeah, you can have some of my blood now I guess.”

His laidback teasing personality begins to make its comeback as he smirks at you and says in a teasing tone, “Oh? But I’m full though.”

Looking at him in confusion, you reply, “But weren’t you desperate for some blood earlier? When was the last time you feed?”

“just a few minutes ago, when I got in my room.”

You look at him confusedly, as if looking at him would answer all the questions in your head and would explain everything that you’re not understanding. Sensing your confusion, he continues, “Jay got me some blood packets and I drank them before I let you in.”

Oh. “But the deal?”

Perking up at you, he can’t help his genuine smile when he tells you, “Next time then. I’ll call you when I’m hungry.”

Chuckling at that, you agree with him. After all, he did give you a good time. Plus, you’re not the kind of person to break off a deal when you’ve already had your fill.

You move to get off him but he won’t let you, wrapping his arms around you tighter and whining in your neck. “Stay with me… unless you got somewhere to be?”

“It’s getting dark.”

“I’ll walk you home.” A moment of silence passes by and he continues, “Please?”

How can you say no to this man? Especially when he’s giving you such a pleading look with his cute doe eyes. You nod at him and let him pull you back into him. Despite his built body, he feels really soft — just like his personality, and you relax into him as time goes by, enjoying the moment you have left with him before Jay comes back.

[rosesbxrry]

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞

𝔼𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕌 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

They call him the ice prince, but to you, he was just the dorky best friend you had a crush on for years. Ice skating was definitely not your forte so when he invites you for a night out to skate at a lake nearby, you were hesitant to accept. Things were fine until an accident happened and you found yourself gasping for air in ice cold water and then being bitten by Sunghoon, whom you had no idea was a freaking vampire.

Pairing: Sunghoon X Fem! human to vampire Reader

Genre: fluff, a dash of angst, mutual pining, best friends to lovers trope

Warnings: mention of blood, food/ eating, death (the mc dies but not really) 

Word count: 10,903 words

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Author’s note: Again, it would be best to read Jungwon’s instalment first since there will be references to that. I know I promised to post this by the middle of May but it seems that my writer’s block was hitting me a lot harder than i thought. Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Park Sunghoon was known as the ice prince all over campus.

His background in ice skating wasn’t the only factor that contributed to the title. He reminded you of an iceberg surrounded by the sea, so beautiful to see from afar yet, there was something enigmatic surrounding it.

With his lanky figure, ivory skin with thin and refined features; he was the embodiment of attractiveness, something you yourself would admit the first time you met him (to your dismay)

The other students notice it as well; he has what it takes to capture people’s attention (and their hearts too) by just passing by even though most of the time, he sports a rather bored or stoned face.

Some people would perceive it as unapproachable or arrogant, while some find it a part of his alluring charm; making hearts swoon at just a mere glance.

In contrast, you knew behind those blank sets of eyes, his thoughts were not as deep as people imagine, rather, his princely image was shattered the moment you sat next to the empty seat he saved for you, opening his mouth to say one of the most ridiculous things you’ve ever heard.

“If teeth came out of your butthole, would you go to the dentist or doctor?” He asks with such a deadpanned face and seriousness in his tone that you almost trip on the chair.

“Sunghoon,” you choked. “It's literally eight in the morning.”

He gave you a one sided shrug, “There’s no such thing as a stupid question, all philosophers says so.”

You raise an eyebrow, “There is nothing, I mean nothing, philosophical about that question.”

A smile makes it’s why to his face, his eyes turned into a crescent shape and the once stoic expression disappears when he finds your annoyance amusing to him.

This was the Sunghoon you know, the boy who you awkwardly befriended when he pumped into you during orientation week of uni, the boy who finds joy in teasing you but can’t help but cling to you whenever he’s lonely.

He was the boy who accidentally said I love you to the pizza guy on the phone at 2am in the morning, his cheeks flushed a deep red and eyes widened in dread when he realized what he had just said.

The both of you were already hungry and sleep deprived from studying all day and Sunghoon made a mistake thinking he was talking to his parents on the other side that it just naturally slipped through his lips.

He immediately stutters out an apology to the guy while your howling laughter can be heard in the background. You pestered him so much that he gave you the cold shoulder since the incident, but it didn’t stop you from following him like a quacking duck.

It became an inside joke between you two, because you knew he would strangle you the minute you told the others, leading to some of them being confused about whatever happened, because they couldn’t understand the context of the situation.

“Someone please tell Sunghoon and y/n that they should get a room.” Ni-ki gag, watching from afar with a rather distasteful face.

The view consisted of Sunghoon pinching your cheeks as you continued to pester him about the pizza incident, your laughter can be heard from a mile away in the dining hall of the campus.

“Can they just please confess to each other already. It’s so painful to watch them act like a married couple without actually being a couple.” Sunoo was disgusted, mindlessly stabbing at his waffle with a fork whilst judging eyes glaring at the two of you.

“I saw them flirt when I went to park my car,” Jungwon dryly said at the side, not even bothered to glance their way, “I never wanted to accelerate my whole life.”

Complicated doesn’t really define your relationship with Sunghoon.

It was easy to be vulnerable with him, so comfortable to just talk about your problems and frustration to him without being worried, because as much as he likes to push your buttons, Sunghoon has never, even for a second made you feel insignificant.

You wonder why your heart beats faster, your cheeks flushing and hands clammy at just the mere sight of him to the point where you wonder how you haven’t malfunctioned yet. Sometimes, you ache for him to linger longer, hold you a little tighter but he will always let go, and you don't have the guts to tell him how you really feel.

There was an invisible line between you and Sunghoon, and you didn’t know if both of you were crossing it or not.

Friends don’t act like that.

You kept hearing those phrases like a mantra coming out from the mouth of your friends to complete strangers who clearly were interested in Sunghoon in that way.

You brush it off, telling them that the both of you were just really good friends. Those words coming out of your lips even sounded like a lie to your ears. It left a nasty taste in your mouth, maybe because deep down you knew, you saw him beyond just that.

The momentum between you and him felt like a faucet running, over-pouring and powerful but neither of you were ready to close it, not ready to confront each other about the elephant in the room.

You didn’t want to break the bond you had with him, and you could tell he was scared as well.

So you let him drag this out, from the way he always tucks your hair behind your ears or wraps you in his coat that was too big for you in the winter. You let him drink your bubble tea from the same straw and feed him with the same chopsticks you put in your mouth.

Even now, as you put your phone on speaker, laying down on your bed at midnight whilst hearing the soft noises that Sunghoon was making on the other side. Your lids were heavy, drowsiness slowly overtaking your consciousness causing your eyelids to close.

“Are you asleep?” 

“No, I’m practicing being dead.” 

Sunghoon’s muffled laughter echoed your ears, causing you to roll over on your side, thick duvet shuffling closer to your chin as you felt the winter temperature slowly creeping on you. 

“You could have just said yes.” He taunted.

“No, I'm just checking the back of my eyelids to make sure they are still in place.” You insisted, already could tell he was scowling without even seeing his face and expression right now by just the tone of his snort at your reply. 

“Aren’t you sleepy?” You ask, yawning a little bit.

Every night calls with Sunghoon ended with either one of you being sleepy before agreeing to end the call. But more recently, it always ended up with you falling asleep unnoticed until you woke up the next morning with the call still connected.

He would tease you that you snored or mumbled gibberish in your sleep, in which you retaliated back. It dawned on you that he might have stayed up the whole night while you were asleep just to catch you embarrassing yourself.

But when you saw him at campus, he seemed fine? He looked normal, unlike the sleep-deprived state he usually is when he stays up late. And you also notice that he hasn’t been eating much, always declining that he wasn’t hungry or had something else before.

It was not very like him, especially when he didn’t eat the pizza you ordered when he was over one time. But you try not to pry too much. He looked fine and acted the same as usual, so you didn’t worry too much about his well-being unless it was serious or he looked physically sick.

You heard a few muffled shuffling on the other side before he replied, “If I told you I don't feel sleepy because I’m a vampire, would you believe me?”

You grumble in disbelief at his joke, “Please Hoon, a vampire? not a chance.”

You heard him let out a nervous laugh, mumbling about how ridiculous it sounds too under his breath. You heard a weird crunching sound on the other side, something similar like a pair of boots walking through a bed of snow on a sidewalk.

“Sunghoon?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” He breath out nonchalantly, playing dumb as if you can’t hear the obvious noise emitting out of your phone.

“Are you outside right now?”

There was a pregnant silence followed by your question. You hear him let out a sigh, almost like he had wanted to wait a little longer to reveal his plan.

“Look out your window.”

A bit confused, you shuffle out of bed when he ends the call abruptly, walking towards the window to see if he was bluffing or really telling the truth. You pulled the curtains away and were able to make out a familiar silhouette standing outside the building of your dorm, waving at you frantically.

No way.

You immediately went to wear your winter outer clothes; a thick coat, a scarf and a pair of wool gloves before heading off outside. The cold breeze instantly causes you to shiver, puffs of water vapors escaping through your nose every time you exhale.

Yesterday’s snow had definitely made its mark. The roads, the sidewalk, the buildings and the parked cars; the snow had envelope the neighborhood with a dense white blanket. When the temperature drops way below the freezing point, the humidity it causes makes breathing and walking even more harder than it is.

As you walk closer to the figure, you slowly waddle your way through the heavy snow, hands tucked tightly inside the warmth of the pocket of your jacket.

Sunghoon’s skin was as pale as the snow, not even a dust of red on his cheeks at the coldness. If he didn’t wear that pitch black long coat, he would have blended nicely together with the background.

“You’re crazy Park Sunghoon! It’s literally freezing outside!” your shout echoed the empty streets of your dorm.

He gave you that big grin, the one that turns his eyes into a crescent shape and shows his pearly white teeth. He pulled up two pairs of ice skating shoes and you instantly knew what he was planning. You shook your head, face falling at the thought of wearing those and crashing again like last time.

“Oh no.” You gasp.

“Oh yes.” He grabbed and dragged you by the wrist, heading towards the familiar location of the frozen lake the two of you went last time he taught you how to ice skate.

Let’s say, you weren’t talented in balancing yourself on thin blades like he was. The memories of you falling on your behind, struggling to stand up again with arms stretched out at your sides haunted you for weeks.

Sunghoon said all you need is more practice. He said that while perfectly skating backwards facing you with a menacing laugh and you knew, you wanted to pummeled him in the face if you could.

“Come on, up you go. Now, that's not so bad right?” Sunghoon said.

The minute the both of you put on the skates, he was already up and on the frozen lake like second nature.

“Easy for you to say.” you huff out, trying to balance yourself but it only made you very stiff, terrified that you might slip and fall again. The cold was not helping either; you were shivering down to your bones.

“How are you not freezing right now?” you complained, staring at his bare hands on his sides.

He looked like the opposite of you, only wearing a minimal coat underneath his usual attire while you looked like a balloon that was about to explode. The fact that he looked so hot even in this weather was so unfair.

Sunghoon shook his head, an endearing smile across his face as he skated towards you, reaching out to hold your hand in his. He acted like an escort, guiding you across slowly and making sure you didn’t lose your balance.

“I feel like a mother bird teaching a chick how to fly.”

“Just shut up and make sure I don’t fall.”

You were glad that the cold temperature had masked the flush on your cheeks. The way Sunghoon was staring at you, eyes darting down ever so often with a smile before meeting your eyes; it made you feel like your heart was beating against your chest.

You nervously fix your gaze at his bare fingers that were intertwined in yours. His hands were so much longer than yours, gripping onto your fragile ones with a comfortable pressure. At the back of your mind, you wish you hadn’t worn a pair of thick wool gloves now.

The frozen lake looked like a winter wonderland, enveloping you and Sunghoon in your own little peaceful space where it felt like it was only the two of you in the world.

You continue to mindlessly move your skates in whichever direction he was pulling you. Two figures slowly drifting deeper into the surface of the lake, the lights of civilization long forgotten with only the moon illuminating the path.

Just when you began to enjoy the motion, feeling the cold winter breeze brushing against your cheeks, Sunghoon took the opportunity to let go of your hands, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“Sunghoon, no—” you squeak, feeling like you had lost your point of gravity without something to hold on to. 

“Come on, you can’t expect me to hold your hand forever?” He snickered, making a few movements to slide himself a few distance away from you, hands in his pocket with a taunting stance.

You click your tongue, sloppily skating your way to him at a very slow rate with an annoyed sigh, “I swear when I get my hands on you—”

“If you can get to me that is.” 

Sunghoon watch you struggle, muttering murderous schemes under your breath. He bit back the obvious smile blooming on his face. Though he looked calm and collected, the butterflies in his stomach were in a frenzy, causing an almost aching feeling in his heart.

He turned his back on you, gazing at the full moon in the dark sky.

There’s no denying that he has a crush on you. Anything you do caused his heart to flip into multiple summersaults especially when he teased and taunted you. The way you would stop with what you were doing with an adorable pout on your face as your sole gaze was only at him even if it was out of annoyance. 

It was selfish of him but— He wanted you to only look at him. 

But of course everything was too perfect, because what’s stopping him from confessing his feelings was the fact that had turned into a vampire a few months ago.

It even sounds so dumb in his head, and what more when he actually tells you the truth. It felt like everyday, he was lying to you about who he really is and it scares him that there’s a possibility that you’ll know the truth one day in the future. 

It’s not worth it telling you now.

Sunghoon has already long accepted that you’ll never be by his side; telling you that he's a vampire would only confuse you even more, breaking the close bond between you two right now was the last thing he needed. 

Instead, he wishes to savor all his precious moments with you. He hopes to carry all of these good and happy memories with you throughout his immortal life until his dying breath.

A small sad smile made its way on his lips at the thought. His only regret was not being able to confess to you, the cruel pain will stick to him forever and he was surprised at how accepting he was, but then again, you had that kind of effect on him. 

As long as you were not the one suffering, that was what matters to him the most. For now, he was content with having you by his side.

When he turned around, ready to face you with a grin and to see your annoyed expression, he was met with an empty view with no trace of you in sight.

You were gone.

“Y/N?” Sunghoon’s face immediately drop when he couldn’t find you.

It was just an endless surface of frozen water surrounding the both of you, there was no way he could miss you, and there was no way you could have just hid from him as well. It was just not possible, even to him.

It took him a second to even dawn on him what was going on. He was too lost in his own thoughts to even realize how dangerously silent it was, as if he was the only one currently standing in the perimeter of the area.

Something had happened to you.

The male’s vampire senses perked up but the panic that coursed through his body was evident.

His breath hitch when he caught sight of an unfamiliar hole in the distance, cracks of flaky ice still breaking and slowly falling into the lake’s water, eyes noticing the small detail of two lines of blades ending at exactly where the area had disappeared.

Sunghoon could hear a fuzzy ringing in his ear, it felt so near yet so far. His legs moved into a frenzy towards the pit, knees almost bucking at how anxious he was when he finally concluded what had happened. 

All he could think of is the image of your figure slowly ascending down the cold depth of the river as he kneeled down to face the murky water, imagining the puff of air escaping your lungs until the last bubble reaches the surface.

He couldn’t even recognize his own voice when he shouts your name into the cavity of oblivion where you had fallen, the echoes bouncing off the gloomy borders of the midnight sky, the amount of fear conveyed in every syllabus was agonizing.

His only reply was dead silent together with ripples of waves from the surface of the dusky water with his reflection. The cold had never bother him, but at that moment, it sent a shiver down his spine at the sheer amount of terror that was ripping every inch of his sanity. 

It feels like his body just moved on its own, shoving off his long coat on the ground and pulling the skates from his foot to the side.

For a normal person, plunging straight into freezing ice-cold water was a death wish. But to Sunghoon, it was a matter of life and death, because your survival determined whether he could get to you in time.

His only concern was whether you would die from drowning rather than the coldness itself. God, he shouldn’t even imagine that at this moment. 

Sunghoon swam as best as he could, going straight down where the moonlight had reached down from the hole above. The cacophonous sound of the lake surrounds his ears, with everything around him pitch black, but that wasn’t a problem as his occult instinct could sense how deep the lake’s bottom was.

He saw a glimpse of a hand before he instinctively reached out to grab a hold on it. Every movement he does feels like in slow motion underwater, like weights shackled to his body as a burst of bubbles escapes his lungs, dragging your body with him to the surface. 

Even though he was soaked from head to toe, Sunghoon was light on his feet as he pulled himself out of the water. Something in him cracked when he noticed how lifeless your body was as he dragged you out as well, letting you lay flat on your back. 

No words could be uttered out of his lips, his brain could not coherently process the situation as he stared at your face; eyes-closed and skin a ghostly hue, lips a little blue to be alive, showing not a sign of consciousness at all. The shock from the cold had caused your body to succumb to the void. 

It was evident with the way his hands held your cheeks and his voice calling your name that you were slowly slipping through his fingers from a ledge known as life and death. With fingers trembling, Sunghoon could feel his lips quivering, heart numbing and throat lurching at how frozen you felt underneath his fingertips that he couldn't help the stinging feeling on his eyes.

How could he let this happen to you? If only he didn’t bring you out this winter night, if only he released you were in trouble – how loud did you call his name under the cold water? How was he going to live knowing what he had done to you? 

All the pain and suffering you endured was always caused by him and if there was even a chance that he could trade places with you, he would do it in a heartbeat. The excruciating cry that slipped through his lips burned his throat. His grip on you was as hard as an iron, as if he was holding onto your soul for his dear life to not slip away. 

Light frost has shaped itself in a thin layer on every exposed surface of the two figures, from the wet clothes to the delicate skin and eyelashes that married their faces.

Even if he were to carry you to a nearby hospital, it was too late. No matter what he does, the ending would always be the same– he was going to lose you. With how weak your pulse is, he could only visualize a scene with him carrying your dead body to the emergency wing as a group of healthcare personnel did their best to resuscitate you.

How would your parents react? How about your friends and colleagues? He had just taken away someone’s existence before their very eyes. He had taken all the promises, all your hopes and dreams of the future – he had robbed you from all of those.

Something flashes before his eyes, a distant almost fuzzy memory that rekindles before his eyes. The image of his own lifeless body laying on the concrete pathway from when he was walking back from the ice rink to his dorm a few months ago. It was an ominous midnight, a perfect set up for an attack that will forever change his life. 

He could only remember red eyes and the burning sensation of a bite on the junction of his neck. With the whisper of Jay’s voice against his ears and a churning blaze that circulates his entire body, he could only remember waking up with an agonizing thirst for blood and the horror of finding out that he had turned into a vampire.

He too had encountered death before his eyes. It was flickering through his eyes, triggered by seeing your body laying there identically to his from a distant memory. Sunghoon found the strength to pull the jacket away from your neck, sinking his head on the space between the junction of your shoulders. 

He mimicked what he had remembered; prominent and sharp canines breaking the surface of your delicate skin, feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline from his body leaving to disseminate into yours. Fragile snowflakes parachute down slowly from above only to melt at the touch of a surface.

That’s what it felt like at this moment, as Sunghoon slowly breaks down every piece of humanity in you from a single bite. 

Cold.

It was the only sensation she felt as a body of water swallowing her up. She could hear erratic bubbles forming and popping from the impact of her fall, the weight of the lake dragging her down further to the bottom until the light from the moon could not reach. 

The shock from the temperature had numbed her body until even goosebumps could not form, not even a single hair on her body was up. It reminded her of the time when Sunghoon had jokingly pushed her into the crisp pool last summer, hearing his muffled laugh from the surface – only this time, his hands were nowhere in sight to pull her up. 

And then the burning came.

The stabbing pain initiated at your neck, spreading like wildfire throughout your body. The heat seared through your veins so ever fierce, and it lull and throb every so often. Your body felt like it was floating in an empty space filled endlessly with nothingness. 

A dim light shone in the distance, slowly pulling you from a deep slumber. A thin string has attached itself to your soul, jerking you away from the empty space, until the urge to take a breath ignites the consciousness to open your eyes.  

With eyelids heavy and a hazy sight, you groan as an upcoming throb behind your head overwhelms your senses. The mattress dips down when you sit up, rubbing your sockets to get rid of the grogginess. Although the lights in the room were a dim orange, it took a while for you to adjust to the glare, which makes you realize how deep of a sleep you were in before.

“She’s up.” A panicked voice was followed by a firm grip on your shoulders.

It took a while for you to process that it belonged to Sunghoon, speaking towards Jay, who had positioned himself at the end of the bed frame. You blink a few times, a bit out of the zone but still, can make out the worried expression of his face. 

“How do you feel?” Sunghoon asked carefully. 

At that moment, you felt the headache that was itching at the back of your head. Not to mention, your throat was scratchy and a painful thirst-like sensation overwhelms your taste buds every time you swallow. 

You were going to throw up.

“I think I need to lay down again.” you heave in agony, which he immediately helped you to reposition yourself on the bed.

A sigh of relief slips through your mouth, feeling the plush pillow against the back of your head. It gave you a momentary sense of reassurance, the comfortableness of everything was a stark contrast to what had happened to you before this.

“It’s more cozy than I thought.” you mumbled, a small smile marrying your face with eyes closed. 

“What do you mean?” 

“The afterlife I mean– ” you paused mid sentence. The two figures watch you hastily sitting up once again with eyebrows furrowed and eyes as wide as saucers, fingers pointed at them in a dazed. “–wait, if I’m dead, then what are you two doing here?” 

“Y/n,” Sunghoon said as gently as possible. “you’re not dead.” 

“Oh okay, cool, that’s nice,” you slowly nodded your head, about to slip back into the covers again until you swung back up again followed by another question with a skeptical expression, eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. “Then where am I?”

The room you were in had an ancient ambience. The wooden bedframe was huge with an intricate layout and pattern that reaches the ceiling. It almost looked like a cabin with the furniture made entirely of dark mahogany and the musky smell can be detected even from the white crisp sheets of the bed underneath you.

What was odd was that the room was entirely lit up by a candle. A single candle that sits on top of its case against the walls, not even fluttering with barely any drop of melted wax was in sight. Not a single curtain was drawn open from the windows, which gave you an uneasy feeling at how mystic the atmosphere was. 

Sunghoon swallowed down the lump in his throat, eyes trembling and lips pursed in deep thought. You watch him adjust to sit further at the edge of the bed next to you, in which it only heightens your anxiety for his answer. 

“I’m not sure if you were going to believe us, but just so you know, it was really hard for us to accept it as well, initially that is. Look, it might be something hard to comprehend and surely a lot of adjustment has to be done for you to cope—“

“You’re a vampire y/n.” 

Sunghoon whip his head to face Jay with a very disapproving look on his face, fuming when Jay had interrupted him, “I told you I can handle it myself.”

Jay only shrugged at the male’s murderous gaze, shooting back with an almost taunting tone, “Well clearly, you handled it well judging by her reaction right now.” 

You look back and forth between the two, shaking your head from the very confusing escalation in the atmosphere that you clearly needed more context, and the fact that Jay had proclaimed that you were a what? 

“Wait a damn minute, you still haven’t explain why– ” 

You were interrupted by a loud cough that clawed its way up to your throat, and you felt it. The burning sensation previously has grown astronomically painful, feeling it spread from the roof of your mouth to the pathway of your esophagus until it tingles in your ear.

You winched at the pain, clutching onto your chest and suddenly, tears started to sting your eyes and the images of liquid red exuding a glass cup kept flickering in your mind, throwing you in a frenzy. Your tongue unconsciously licks at the throbbing pain at the front of your teeth until you realize– was it always that sharp in the first place? 

“Jay, hand me the blood.” 

“Hand you the what?” You exclaimed in disbelief, eyes shot up, and body instantly moving out of the bed. Before you could escape, Sunghoon hand already held an iron grip on your forearm, causing you to wiggle your way out in distress. 

“Listen to me y/n, hey, look at me,” you halt your trashing when Sunghoon's tone turns more hush, almost pleading you to stop resisting. 

His strong pull on your wrist caused the distance between your faces to shorten, noses just inches away. It gave them a perfect view to stare at each other, and you noticed just how exhausted and worried he looked with the way he frowns. 

“Just trust me okay? And I know how painful it is right now,” you watch him swallowed, looking down in guilt. “It will all go away if you drink it. And then I’ll explain everything to you, I promise.” 

With eyes almost lost in thought, his dark orbs bored into your own, that for a second, you forgot how to breathe. You could see yourself in the reflection on his eyes, pale and almost ghostly, feeling the beads of cold sweat dripping down your back.

You felt so weak, like the sugar in your blood was slowly disappearing, vertigo clouding your vision until it burns to even continue opening your eyes. Heat was slowly spreading from the core of your body to the tips of your extremities, and it was starting to feel difficult to even breathe properly without hyperventilating. 

With no other choice, you slowly nodded back at him. With eyes closed and lips pursed in a defeated manner, you could hear him let out a sigh of relief when you finally agreed. He could tell how hesitant you were but at least you were willing to listen to him. 

Jay hands you a mug with a straw and you give a disapproving expression, eyebrow furrowed in disgust when you look down at the thick deep red liquid. Although your mouth was salivating at the sight, your brain still comprehends it as literally warm blood you were about to feast on.

“I would really prefer you telling me it was tomato juice next time.” You chimed in, pinching your nose and placing the straw in your mouth. Jay and Sunghoon laugh, watching you intently taking a gulp of blood before Jay replies with a shrug.  

“Bon Appetit I guess.” 

When you woke up the next day in your room, everything felt very normal. You got dressed like normal for your morning class, heading towards the bathroom only to notice a large bandage at the side of your neck. 

You open your mouth instinctively to examine the prominent and sharp canine at your upper teeth, the reflection of actually seeing it on yourself in the mirror makes you sigh in exhaustion. When you see a glimpse of a red speckle on the irises of your eyes, you immediately turn away to go down stairs.

The once wonderful day to day breakfast had no significance anymore. The smell of eggs and toast no longer stimulates your appetite and sometimes, your roommates would joke whether you were pregnant with the sheer amount of time you would decline their offer, and the fact that you gagged multiple times.

Obviously you were not, but sometimes you did have to force yourself to take a bite. Sunghoon had mentioned that it helps to keep relationships normal. It makes you feel guilty when you remember about the times he had forced himself to eat human food to appease you, in which, you now finally understood why now that you were in his shoes. 

Blending in with your new life as a vampire requires a lot of learning. With the help of Sunghoon, he kept things simple for you to remember.

Number 1 : Vampires are not the same as we think they are

“Umm….why are you dressed that way?” Sunghoon, who had been waiting for you in the car with the windows rolled down, raised an eyebrow at your choice of clothing from the driver’s seat.

You stood at the curb in front of the car, having just come out of your dorm, clay from head to toe in dark garments that covered your skin. You watch as some kids and their parents walk past you from the street opposite, their dazed and confused look goes unnoticed even with your sight being covered by a pair of sunglasses. 

“I’m sorry, did I miss something? Are we going to a funeral?” Sunghoon grunted when you gave him a light smack on the shoulder, dragging your feet into the passenger seat of his car. You furiously took off your sunglasses, followed by the cap and hood of your hoodie. 

Ideally this would be the perfect winter outfit, but you did think you went overboard just a little bit when seeing yourself in the rearview mirror. 

“I thought vampires would burn in sunlight?” you asked. 

“Only in fucking movies,” Sunghoon grumbled, rubbing his shoulder. “Do I look like I’m dying?” 

Now, you felt embarrassed, letting out a sigh of frustration while leaning on the headrest of the seat, “So it was all a fucking lie?” you said simply, glancing at the male beside you. 

“Yup.”

“Then what about garlic?” you questioned. 

“Crap.” 

“Silver arrows? Crosses?” you tried again.

“Nope,” Sunghoon curtly replied. You watch him wear his seatbelt before rolling up the window beside you. He turned to you after adjusting the mirrors before pushing the signals on, setting his hands on the steering wheel. “Anything else?”

“No sparkles?” 

“No sparkles,” Sunghoon shook his head with a small smile. 

You scrunched up your nose in disappointment, hearing the engine rumbled and the flicker of the radio’s switch as the both of you drove away. 

Number 2: Vampires don’t sparkle like Edward Cullen, bummer 

“Did you bring some blood pack?” Sunghoon asks, turning into a corner at the intersection of the road. It was still a bit snowy so he was being careful when driving. 

“Tomato juice,” you say matter-of-factly, correcting him with the appropriate word to use. “ And yes dad, I did pack some in my bag.” you gesture to the said bag sitting on your lap. 

Sunghoon glanced back at you for a second. He felt guilty for forgetting the code word for blood between the both of you. The tight grip on the driving handle goes unnoticed to you.

Sunghoon’s hummed in reply, letting out an amused huff at your sarcastic words. “Just making sure. Sometimes I can't leave you alone without adult supervision.” 

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “I don’t need adult supervision, especially from you.” you emphasis on the you part which only caused Sunghoon to mused. 

“You won’t be needing adult supervision until you stop acting like a brat.” 

You laugh, “That's rich coming from you.” 

Your little banter with him continues until you’ve reached campus. Honestly, the only thing that peeve you the most about the change is the fact that…

Number 3: Vampires drink blood 

There is just something morally wrong with swallowing down liquid red like it’s some kind of juice box that you bring to kindergarten in a bag pack. And the fact that it was warm revolted you even more.

You initially were appalled by the revelation but Sunghoon had reassured you that Jay had sourced the blood in a clean manner (whatever that means) and that we don’t have to worry because it's not real human blood. 

You ask him why Jay doesn’t allow consumption of human blood out of curiosity,  which you immediately regretted when he stayed silent. And suddenly you remember the reason why he was hunted and turned in the first place. 

It was not just him, but the thousand other innocent humans that would go missing due to a fraction of rogues who can’t seem to let go of the past. You were already disgusted with the idea of drinking fake blood but killing a human being and drinking their blood?

You shutter at the idea. It had your stomach churning in an uncomfortable way at just the thought. But there was just one thing you can accept wholeheartedly.

Number 4: Vampires do have enhance senses

All your senses whether it be smelling, hearing or even your physicality has become something more engaging in your daily life. 

Your surroundings have never sounded so crisp against your ears, whether it be the sound of birds chirping in the morning or the howling of the winter breeze at midnight from the window of your room.

You could hear the chattering of other students more than a mile away, even if it was spoken under their breath. Now you understand how and why Sunoo knows so much with such little effort in his presence. 

You remember just feeling a slight tingle and a buzz in your ear, like a soft voice in your head telling you to catch the basketball heading your way. 

Stunted eyes of the people around you instantly made you feel flustered, which you don’t blame of course. You walk away with your head down the minute you give the ball back.

Imagine seeing someone like you being able to catch a ball that was speeding without much struggle, especially when the players were 6th feet giants themselves with strength and skills beyond yours.

Well, at least you have better eyesight now to take notes and the fact that you surprised your professor when you didn’t doze off during his lessons was a great advantage. 

It also helps that you were no longer suffering from the constant scrutiny of Ni-ki’s pranks.

The moment he makes eye contact with you at the hallways, a hand up and a grin plastered on his face to greet you and Sunghoon, he immediately ran the other way when he saw your unamused face; hands crossed against your chest and a very much evident bandage on your neck. 

The amount of time he had tricked you into his little scheme comes flooding back into your memories and you had to resist the urge to chase him down if it wasn’t for Sunghoon holding you back. 

“This is no fun anymore,” Ni-ki whined for the nth time, walking beside you with his head thrown back with an exaggerated gesture. “Who am I supposed to mess with now?”

“Seriously Ni-ki,” you questioned, shoving him by the shoulder with your own. “You're the most horrible vampire ever. Can you at least have some responsibility with what you have?” 

Ni-ki inhaled dramatically, shooting a glare at your direction.

“Jeez, you make it seem like I’m the only one doing something wrong. Look at the bright side,” he slid his hand over your shoulder with a knowing smirk. “Now you don’t have to worry about failing classes.” 

You gave him a scoff, “Nuh-uh, unlike you, I have a conscience.” 

“Hey! I do have a conscience,” he pointed out, a frown now on his lips, leaning back to rest his hand behind his head. “It just knows when to keep its mouth shut.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, eliciting a disbelief snort his way. “Even if you do have a conscience, it's gagged and tied up somewhere in a basement.” 

Something you didn’t expect was growing much closer than you were with the other boys in Sunghoon’s vampire circle. You were already well acquaintance with Jungwon, who is the president of the newspaper club you were a part of (in which, things finally make sense about the incident with the vice-president and last month's issue). 

You shared a couple of classes with Sunoo who was maybe a little too excited about the fact that you’ve turned into a vampire. With his angelic smile and bubbly personality, he was the last person whom you would expect to be a blood sucking supernatural being. 

Heeseung and Jake were nice enough to give you advice and help you to adjust well with the new changes in your life. You could tell they were not that elated and chose to stay low-key about being a vampire, which you understand completely. 

And Ni-ki. Well, he's just Ni-ki.

Jay was a lot more intimidating than you thought, but you could see how much he cares about the others, including you. He taught you a lot about being a vampire, including the knowledge and history behind the occult realm, and the relationship between the different races, which for centuries, have integrated within the modern human civilization.

And here you thought human politics were complicated enough. 

Number 5: Vampires were not the only supernatural creatures

You didn’t realize how well they are in disguising themselves among humans until you could discern them by just your feeling. You were washing your hands in the sink when you made eye contact with another girl who was fixing her lipstick at the bathroom mirror. 

Dark long hair, skin as white as snow and features almost painfully beautiful, there was something out of this world with the way she looked. It was amazing at how human-like she was, her doe eyes stunting you with a peaceful lull until you were mesmerized with only the thought of her. 

No human would realize the scale-like contour underneath her porcelain skin that glitters and pink pointed nails unless, well, you were not. 

There was an ominous silence in the atmosphere when she held her gaze and gave an almost taunting smirk when she moved to use the sink beside you. She was wiping excess lipstick at the corners of her mouth while you did your best to ignore her, because you knew the meaning behind her action. 

“Must be nice being able to appreciate vanity.” You nonchalantly vocalize, drying your hand with paper towels from the dispensary. 

She chuckled, putting away her lipstick before staring at the mirror in front of you. Instead of the reflection of two figures in the mirror, there was only the face of one. She quickly packs her lipstick in her pouch, side-eying you with a glint. 

“We enjoyed it as much as humans do. You would know how it felt won’t you?” 

Past tense.

Your eyebrow twitches after noticing her choice of words. You were told to avoid any sort of confrontation with other creatures lurking among the students, especially when it comes to sirens. You don’t know what sort of intentions they have since each of them pretty much have their own agenda. 

But you can’t help but remember the time where you had to take pictures of the swim team for the newspaper club before you turned a few months ago. You were hit with a large wave of water that took you by surprise with its strong chlorine scent that even bystanders at the sides were shocked. 

At first, you thought, maybe because you had stood too close to the pool to get caught drenched in any of the swimmer’s splashing. 

It was not until Liz, another member of the newspaper club whom you were partnered with, placed a towel around you out of concern did you realize how odd it was that you got wet when you had precisely stood outside the safety line around the pool. 

You were evidently shocked by what happened, trying to make sense of it, but you didn’t want to worry the blonde girl, so you quickly followed her as she escorted you out of the venue. She held you protectively on the shoulder, eyes glancing back at the group of swimmers sitting at the bleachers with a dirty look, as if she knew something was up. 

(Looking back, you were now sure that she might also be apart of the supernatural circle)

You could never forget the face of one of the swimmers who was giggling behind her hands when you curiously glanced their way as Liz helped to push away your wet hair; the same face that was standing right now beside you, ready to walk out of the bathroom. 

“Enjoy your meal.” She looks back at you up and down, smiling so sweetly that you wanted to gag, but you opt to just grip the edge of the sink for support. She left with the soft sound of heels echoing the empty bathroom, leaving you behind with your own train of thoughts. And of course you knew what she meant by meal.

It was obvious what she did back at the pool was because of your association with vampires (whom you didn't even know at that time). Jay had mentioned that sirens and vampires didn’t not have the most friendliest history with each other, fueled by the horrendous bad blood between each other by a war centuries ago until today. 

Even by the way he speaks, the amount of venom in his spite at just the mention of them brings great fear in you, that you almost felt like they did something more personal to him than just histories of bad blood. 

But now that you were one of them, it was evident with the way she looked at you, that you were lower than dirt in her eyes. This was not some cliché college drama where the nerd gets picked on by the pretty and popular girls and ends up with the popular boy who sees her as not like other girls, living happily ever after. 

The exchanges between you and Haewon at the bathroom represents the reality of the tense relationship between the various different species. You knew behind that sweet smile of hers, she could just tear you down into pieces with her claws alone, because to her, you were a newborn fawn being thrown in the wild among other predators.

This was your new life of dangers and mishaps mixed together to create a great chaos. Let’s just say you did your best to avoid Haewon and her groups of sirens. 

Another group that you were told to avoid was, well, a vampire’s enemies since their very creation. The ones that were portrayed in every movie and media alike as a vampire’s parallel, a ying to their yang.

Werewolves. 

But there were some exceptions to these rules when you were introduced to a pack that were unlike any other. 

“Hello people who don't belong here.” Sunghoon silently approaches the living room of his shared dorm with Jake and Heeseung, having just arrived only to witness some unwelcoming guest sitting at the sofa. 

“Hello.” the unison sound of your voices as well as the two other males, EJ and Nicholas elicit a deep sigh from Sunghoon, especially when there was not even a single sign of guilt in their tone. The sound of your howling victory with you and EJ jumping around a defeated and distraught Nicholas on the ground, the screen blaring with a huge game over sign, causing Sunghoon to roll his eyes. 

“How did you guys even get inside?” 

You showed him an awfully familiar key, “Jake said we can use the console, so you don’t have to worry if we broke in– Guys! What about another round?”

So the three continued playing, leaving a disapproving Sunghoon mumbling under his breath with annoyance, “Of course he would.”

But at least he knew he didn’t have to worry about your well-being, you fit right into their lives like a glove and silently, a smile creeped into his face when you turned around to face him with a big grin.

His mind went completely blank at the way you looked at him, feeling his heart flutter (he didn’t even know if it was possible) when he felt your hands on his to give him a controller. He can’t even coherently hear what you were saying, something about joining them play, until he saw the huge smug smirk on EJ and Nicholas’s faces behind you. 

He beat both of them in the game, in exchange that they kept their mouths shut. 

Taki was the sweetest of them all, which was a surprise to you considering that he was really close with Ni-ki. You just hope he doesn’t get influenced by that rascal. The only person who you were distant with was K, which didn’t surprise Jay that much when you mentioned it to him

“K doesn’t like anyone.” Jay said earnestly. “It’s a bond thing. He’ll warm up to you eventually like everyone else” 

“Well,” you muttered simply, shoving your hands in the pockets on your jacket. “He is staring at me like I have three heads”

Jay raised an eyebrow, “He does not–” he paused a bit, some kind of memory passed by until he lowered his eyes, “–okay, maybe you are right.” 

You gave him a knowing look before wandering to look around the unfamiliar place. “What is this place actually?” 

You knew this place as the location where you had woken up the day you were turned, where Sunghoon had told you about your new transformation and the first time you had tasted blood. The room being one of the many areas of the mansion-like territory known as The Sanctuary. 

It was a tiny abandoned house in the middle of nowhere from the eyes of onlookers from outside, which are those who don’t belong in the supernatural circle. There were whispers of haunted and dark stories behind the landmark among the townspeople when you were younger, with no one daring to step foot without feeling the ominous threat surrounding the house. 

You guess that was one of its mechanisms to drive people away from the place.

“A safe spot for us, conceal at the eyes of any humans or creatures unless they knew the location already. This is where we would most likely gather if anything happens.” Jay sat down at one of the camelback sofas, crossing his legs in a comfortable position. “Be careful with that.” 

You immediately flinch, retrieving your hand apologetically after curiously touching at a small cauldron on a table. “Sorry. Is that sand inside?” 

“That’s dust. I’ll tell you later when we have more time.” 

“Great.” you let the word linger in your mouth, eyes darting at the fireplace at the middle of the room. Even at first glance, you knew the fire was not normal, there was no firewood underneath to fuel it. “How does concealing even work? Is it like another one of a vampire’s abilities?” 

You remember Ni-Ki’s ability to teleport and the subtle hints of Jake possibly having the ability to control fire once by accident. Maybe it was the ability of glamour, but you recall Jay telling you only a certain clan of vampires possess the ability, particularly those who have gone rogue. 

Jay shook his head, arranging some items at the side of the table. Maybe he was worried you might start touching things again. “This place was built by multiple witches centuries before I was born. I can’t really say much other than it's built with much ancient, unfathomable magic.” 

It did make sense why there were so many witch-like items in the place. The lingering scent of strong incense kept burning at the corner of rooms, jars of untouched and unknown substances filled with cobwebs sat in groups at the shelves, and not to mention the cauldron you saw just a few seconds ago. 

Maybe it was a sign for you to stop touching something you were curious about that could potentially be a hazard to your safety. 

“How’s it going with Sunghoon?” Jay asks. 

“Fine.” For some reason, the little speckle of fire was more interesting to you than the conversation. “He’s busy with classes and stuff like normal. Nothing out of the ordinary honestly.” you shrugged. 

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.” Jay sighed. “You….haven’t had the talk with him yet, did you?” 

The guilty expression on your face says it all. You already knew what he meant even without much explanation. Even though your relationship with Sunghoon didn’t change much ever since that day, you can’t deny the sudden small distance that manifested between you two. 

It was funny how it used to be so easy to talk to him about things, even if Sunghoon tends to be the person who would avoid confrontation as much as possible. But if you were willing to push that boundary, it seems to help him ease into the situation even more. 

Now that you were the one being hesitant, none of you were willing to approach the bottled up feelings inside.

The silence that followed was filled with the sound of crackling fire and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock that didn’t even show the right time. You wonder why it was even there, maybe just for the aesthetic of the room. 

“You know he still feels guilty about what happened.” Jay started, watching you closely. 

“Maybe take the time to talk it out with him because I know–” Jay thoughtfully propped his chin on the palm of his hand, “–you don’t blame him for it.” 

“I know, I know. I’ll….take the time to talk to him.” you slowly admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Why do you always have the solution to everything?”

Jay chuckled, giving you a pleased look. “Comes with age, kid.” 

This was the first time you went out in the dead of winter without a proper attire. You lay down on a pile of snow, feeling the cushiony texture underneath the bare skin of your hand. If you had done the same thing when you were human, you’ll be left with frostbites all over your skin. 

“What are you doing?” Sunghoon breath out above you while you proceed to move your hands and legs in a star shape pattern. A smile cracked on his face when he saw you staring back underneath him with a whimsical laugh. 

“A snow angel.” you said, letting out a gentle sigh whilst feeling the snow underneath you turn shallow at every motion. “Today would be the last day of snowfall. It would be ashamed if we didn’t do anything with this amount of snow.” you tugged at the hems of his pants, eyes in a pleading look. “Come on Sunghoon, join me so I don’t look crazy.”  

“You already look crazy even without me.” He crackled, looking around the vicinity before reluctantly laying down beside you. You beamed at him before looking up at night sky– it was so cold that you could make out the thin mist circulating the air, but it didn’t hide the slight glimmer of the stars above you from shining. 

There was a calm silence, the only sound emitting from the soft movements of you and Sunghoon’s limbs against the snow in an attempt to create a snow angel. 

“This reminds me, when I was young during winter,” you hear Sunghoon cut through the silence with a nostalgic voice, causing you to turn your head slightly to look at him. “Me and my little sister would play snowball fights the entire day until my parents had to drag us both inside before we freeze to death.” 

You can’t help but notice how radiant he looks reminiscing the story, staring off into the distance as if he was watching the scene play out like it was yesterday. For the longest time you knew him, it was not often he would get sentimental, so you waited for him to continue, feeling yourself falling more deep into his voice. 

“We would beg our parents for a few more minutes. We deciding on making snow angels, thinking it would make a mark to remember the fun things we did that day.” Sunghoon lick the bottom of his lips, the dryness of the air together with talking for too long resulted in his lips feeling chapped.

He let out an endearing laugh, watching his chest vibrate at the action. “You could imagine how sad we were the next morning when it disappeared.” 

“I could only imagine how your little sister felt.” 

He let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “Oh, yeah she definitely reacted very strongly. The amount of tears running down her face would make you think she lost her stuffed animal which –for a kid her age– is a very serious deal.” 

Both of you continue to laugh amid the silent night, seeing the vapors floating to the sky every time a breath of exhale exits out. Sunghoon gets lost in the story that he didn’t even think twice about the words coming out of his mouth the next second. 

“And then, when the temperature was just right, our parents would bring us to the lake nearby our house. Me and my little sister would bring our little ice skates and–” hearing him choke on his own words, you watch the small smile on his face turn into a deep frown as he begins to realize where his story was leading to. 

The pause lasted for a few seconds as Sunghoon pondered whether he should continue or not, but you took the initiative to open your mouth first. 

“When I was young, my family used to make gingerbread cookies all the time.” you looked away from him, staring at a particular spot on the sky that you swore was a shooting star. “I would accidently put too much cinnamon in the batter that I would cry because it tasted too spicy.” 

The memory struck something in you, imagining the warm sensation and the sharp taste of the spice overwhelming your senses and the sound of your parents panicking when you started whaling out loud. It made you feel bad that they had to calm you down, but it gave you a great lesson the next time you baked those cookies with them. 

“Sounds horrible.” Sunghoon winced. 

“Wait until you hear the story when I first discovered that Santa Clause isn't real.” 

Sunghoon shook his head with a small smile, tracing his fingers on the snow gently in an attempt to keep him composed at just the thought of little you discovering such shocking news. He had to bite back the grin from forming. 

“Talking about all these memories feels overwhelmingly bitter-sweet, don’t you think?” you said, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “I never thought memories could be so precious until now. It's nice to know I’ll be able to keep them.” 

Your words brought such complicated feelings to Sunghoon that he stayed silent the whole time after that. The both of you stayed un-moving in your laying position, to the point where you could feel the shape of your body molding into the bed of snow on the ground. 

You let the snowflakes flutter down to rest on your face, closing your eyes from time to time, expecting it to melt from the contact, but it lingers on your skin until you realize you no longer have the warmth to make it possible. You felt Sunghoon shift closer until the ends of your shoulder met and you were hyper aware that his hands were now inches away from yours. 

“Have you ever thought about a world where everyone you loved and know will no longer be with you?” He exhaled shakily that you were worried he was going to break. 

“God, I can’t even imagine that honestly.” you breathe out. You were shaking too, but you knew you had to keep going, or not, you’re afraid that this fear and sentiment will make you crumble under the thoughts. “But, I think, you don’t choose the fate where it lies, you know? You're just gonna have to make the best out of it, and hope that only good things come of it.” 

You turn to look at him and at the same time, Sunghoon seems to sense your gaze as he turns to look at you as well. His eyes were always so piercing that you could feel it deep in your heart but now, he gazes at you as gently as the snowflakes that gather on the highs of his cheeks. 

Your eyes observed the moles on his face, the one positioned close to his eyes were prominent with the amount of distance between you two. You wonder if he could hear your heart beating but then again, with his enhanced hearing, what sound could he not out-hear?

You saw solace in the windows of his soul, every hint of guilt slowly disappearing at your words of reassurance. Although it was indirect, it was enough for him to know that you were fine, and would always be, so you don’t have to drown yourself in this sorrow alone. 

At that moment, he just wanted to grab your hand and run away until it was just the both of you in this world because, at this time and place and moment, there is a crack in his ribcage in the shape of your name from when you stole his heart that it almost made him breathless. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” His gaze never left yours when said that.

“Like what?” 

His eyes wavered, as if it reflects the movement of his heart at the moment when you move to graze at his fingers with yours. This time, there were no pairs of wool gloves in your way to feel the texture of his skin against yours. 

“Like I’m the most important person in your eyes right now.” 

Damn, he really knows how to hit the nail on the head with that one. You weren’t even aware that you held your breath, but you took a second to remind yourself to inhale and exhale properly. 

“What if I was?” you look away when his stare was too much for you to bear. “I’ve always been for a while. You're just too scared to admit it.” 

Unexpectedly, you hear him let out a laugh. “Are you confessing to me right now?” He shifts to tangle his pinky finger with yours while you stop the urge to laugh as well, welcoming his action by tightening the grip. 

“Only if you feel the same way.” 

By this time, you were sure that if you and Sunghoon stayed for another hour, you'd be buried under the pile of snow as well. The tips of your ears had been in contact with the snow until you could feel the numbing sensation. Sunghoon fell silent once again, but this time, you could tell that he was gathering his thoughts with the way he would occasionally brush his legs over yours in a playful manner.

“I like you, y/n, I really do.” 

He almost whispered into the night, like a gentle lullaby, but you heard it loud and clear, moving your hands to finally intertwine with his. You and Sunghoon enjoyed the rest of each other's company, basking in the winter atmosphere and the thoughts of the future; spending each other’s eternity until the end. 

You were startled when he moved to stand up, causing you to sit up in confusion, speckles of snowflakes just falling out of place from your clothes. You raised your eyebrow when he turned to look at you with an excited grin that reached his ears that was almost contagious. You had to contain your laugh at how messy his hair was. 

“Let’s go.”

“Go where?” you asked, but he was already tugging your hand, encouraging you to stand up as well.

“I’m going to teach you ice skating again. And this time–” He leaned in, and you swore you saw the galaxy reflecting on the irises of his eyes when he looked at you.

“I’m not letting you go.” 

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Its only a few more nights until the Full Moon.   

Tensions are high in the house once daylight falls.  You’re able to spend a few moments in bed with Chan while he explains everything in depth before you two fall asleep that morning.  You have another peaceful slumber with no remembrance of any dreams or nightmares whatsoever.  At this point, you’ve forgotten you even had them…. 

You’re seated in front of the bookshelf where Chan found the demon’s curse book the night before.  With nothing better to do, and your curiosity having gotten the best of you, you find yourself taking one book down at a time.  You first turn them over in your hands, closely looking at material.  You’d dream up wild stories in your mind of who they belonged to, and what secrets that person held when they still lived here.  Some were in English, many were in languages you couldn’t understand, or had never even seen.   

“Still over there looking for trouble, bookworm?”  

The moment your ears registered the sound, you knew who it was - Felix, his deep voice unmistakable.  You look over your shoulder and he’s standing in the doorway.  He leans in a little, to look over at the empty bed.   

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, I was looking for Chan.” 

“Oh, he went out for a run.” You turn back to the bookcase and place one back, pulling down two more and setting them on your lap.  “Did you hear from Minho?”   

“Not yet, but I expect to soon.” 

You share a wordless pause, the silence stretching between you before you look over your shoulder again. 

“I miss you.” You finally say. 

Felix's lips curl upward in a half smile as he pushes away from the door frame, walking towards you.   

“I’m always here, little witch.  You know where to find me when you need me.” He takes a seat next to you, folding his legs underneath his body as he leans forward and takes one of the books from the shelf.  Felix opens it tenderly, turning its pages one by one with care.   

“That’s not what I mean.” You speak.  “Ever since I’ve been back…it feels like…your light is—I don’t know—dimming, or something.”  

A thoughtful hum escapes his lips as he closes the book and looks over to you.  “It’s very difficult to explain to a mortal.  Once your brain recognizes that there’s no end in sight…that your life is…infinite.” You watch as his eyes glaze over.  “The prospect of it continuing like this, in this way, is just…” Felix struggles to find the words he wants to say and lets the sentence trail off with a sigh. 

“I’m just tired, little witch, that’s all.  I’ll be back to myself soon, I’ll figure it out.  I always do.” He adds with feigned reassurance and a crinkle of his nose, as he gives you an added smile for good measure. 

Abruptly, Felix’s nose then twitches in familiar recognition. 

“Ah, he’s back.” He nods knowingly. 

You sniff the air.  “I don’t smell any–” 

All at once you’re struck with a scent that was rich and complex, like a fine wine with notes of leather, pine, and musk.  It's the first time you’ve ever experienced it, and its nothing like Hyunjin or Felix had ever described. 

“Whoa…” You open your eyes.  

Felix lifts a brow before he stands to his feet. 

“Your eyes, they remind me of Chan right before he turns.  I’ll have to take a note of that for later.” He says in observation.  You blink several times, as if you’d suddenly see the amber color he was referencing appear in your vision. 

“Little witch, little witch, let me come in.” You hear Chan sing from the bedroom door. 

“Nope! Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!”  

“Fucking kill me.” Felix mutters. 

“Then I’ll huff,” 

“And I’ll puff,” 

You squeal when, within a second, you’re scooped off the ground and into the arms of your hybrid.  His body is slick and wet with sweat covering his bare chest, shoulders, and arms.   

He blows a puff of air at you, his breath tickling your nose. 

“And I’ll blow your house in.” Chan says softly, following with a kiss to your soft lips as he sets you down on the bed gently.  He presses another kiss to your crown and then turns around to his brother, whom he knew had been in the room all along.

“Felix! Out of your study? What’s the occasion?” He teases jovially. 

“Business as usual brother; you, me and Hyunjin should talk before Minho contacts us tonight.  If we’re going to Abysmora, there’s a few extra steps we need to take.” Felix crosses the room, stopping at the door. 

“Hm.” Chan nods, “Okay.” 

He leans over you, grabbing the black hoodie that lies across the bed.  Chan takes you by the chin, giving you another parting kiss before he follows Felix out of the room, pulling his hoodie over his head. 

They take human-paced strides down the hallway side by side.  “You know, her eyes shifted color when she picked up on your scent.  That’s the first time I’ve noticed that happen.” Felix says.  One behind the other, they continue down the stairs.

“To what?” 

“An amber color, I don’t think she even realized it until I pointed it out.” 

“Hm.” Chan opens the door of Felix’s study as his younger brother strolls through first.  “Then your theory about the Full Moon sounds like its coming true.” 

“It wasn’t my theory–” Felix walks over to his desk, clicking on the stained glass lamp.  It casts a warm, orange white glow above the brown wooden tabletop.  “It was Hyunjin who noticed it.” 

“He’s a lot different, yeah? Hyunjin has always been capable and smart, but he thinks with a different set of rules than you and me now.” Chan plops his body into the chair, his legs hanging over the arm. 

“His soul was sealed for hundreds, thousands of years.  He’s lived more of his life in hell than he has on Earth.  Would you not come out different too?”  

Chan’s lips tighten.  “Mm, that’s not exactly what I mean.” 

“I have watched Hyunjin since the night he was born.  I have seen his mind work when he’s had his humanity, and I saw the moment in his eyes when it disappeared.  I’m not saying being sealed didn’t change him, but I’m saying—” Chan’s getting more passionate about his viewpoint, so he brings his legs down to the floor, sitting forward on the chair, as he finds what he’s trying to say.

“He’s more intuitive, almost more…perceptive.  It's a type of intelligence that’s not based on rational thinking or logic but…instinct and…feeling.  Something’s been unlocked…and you like to forget that you and he both—are also hybrid.” 

“I don’t forget, it’s not relevant.  You know this, brother, vampire blood nullifies witch blood capabilities.” 

“Does it? Because I thought we found out, from Hyunjin himself, that when you drain a powerful witch, there’s a short window of time that you can conjure.  Nobody told us that was possible.  What if it’s not possible for other vampires? What if its only possible for us because our mother was not only a witch, but a witch that turned all of us?  What if—other things are possible in us that we haven’t even awakened?”

Felix sighs.  “Don’t you think I’ve been trying to figure that out for years?  I think of that power that surged in me when we conjured at Edith’s tomb, and even beforehand, during the fight, constantly.  If I could drain witches daily just to conjure, I would.” 

“The key might be Hyunjin, and he might not even know it yet.” Chan counters, sitting back in his chair.  “All this talk…. where is he?” 

“You don’t smell that disgusting cigarette smoke from the back porch?” Felix makes a face of disgust. 

Chan lifts a brow.  “I didn’t know Hyunjin smoked cigarettes but come to think of it…. I have been smelling it lately.  I just assumed Jisung was pretty stressed.” 

The door opens, slowly creaking its way wide.  “Your first mistake was smelling it and not checking the source of it.” Hyunjin says, entering the room.  “What if it was someone who’s not supposed to be here?” 

“Well, that’s just it, Hyunjin, my tracking capabilities are far superior to you two, so if someone trespasses, I’ll smell them before they get to the porch.” Chan retorts to his younger brother matter-of-factly.   

“We are all vampires, let’s not make this a thing right now.” Felix holds up his hands, stopping the two from starting in on each other.  He can’t say he missed this sibling rivalry element of the relationship that they all shared;  But Hyunjin was back, and safe, and beggars can’t be choosers.  “We’ve gotten into it with demons now and not just any demons, but the Lee family.” 

“That reminds me, Christophe, you saved Minho…once?” Hyunjin asks for clarity.  Chan nods.  “And you called him for a safehouse, yes?” Chan nods again to Hyunjin’s inquiry. 

“So that puts us in his debt if he helps us get to Abysmora.” 

Felix’s mouth drops as he pushes himself back from the desk slowly.  “Shit, you’re right.  Demons don’t do things for free, he’s going to want something in return, and it’s not going to be something simple, or easy.” 

Chan gives it a once over in his brain.  “So, then we tell him that for his help, I’ll be in his debt for a favor.” 

“Hold on Christophe, that’s a lofty deal, a demon having a vampire/wolf hybrid indebted to him?  Remember, Minho isn’t our run-of-the-mill demon.” 

Felix interjects, “He’s just a demon witch hybrid, if it didn’t put us in danger with the Lee family, we could really take care of him ourselves after we get the Blood Bloom. Without pure demon blood he can’t be too powerful.”

“We could always frame someone else for the murder, send them on a wild goose chase after some other creature.” Hyunjin suggests. 

Chan grunts in disagreement.  “That won’t work.  Maybe for a human, but if we’re the last ones to deal with Minho, his network of demons can trace it back to us at some point.  I don’t want to keep running from things like this forever…” 

The conversation peters out as the air between them grows still.  All of them were tired.  Life cycled repeatedly, but things barely shifted or changed for them.  You had brought them all such unexpected circumstances, they could remember what it was like for life to be brand new to them too.  It was a contagious feeling that they were all growing to love and wanted to protect.

“You’re going to be a father.” Hyunjin’s soft voice shifts the mood of the room.   

“That would be irresponsible, indebting yourself to a demon like that...” He nods to affirm it to himself before he looks between the two of his elder brothers. 

“Minho has wanted to have me in the palm of his hands ever since I met him as a witch.  It’s more valuable to him to have me as a pawn.  I’ll be the bargaining chip.” 

“No-” 

“Absolutely not-” 

Felix and Chan oppose strongly at the same time aloud, going into their reasonings in a cacophony of Australian that causes Hyunjin to rub his temples to soothe his aggravation. 

“HEY” Hyunjin finally shouts, with much more bass in his voice than he usually uses. Felix and Chan both stopped mid-complaint. The scarlet haired vampire opens his brooding, piercing eyes and slowly drops his hands back to his side. 

“You two know better than anyone how I get when someone tells me what I need to do with my life.  I didn’t ask for this life, so I’m not allowing anyone to dictate what I do with it.” He makes things clear.   

“My apologies if it sounded like I was asking for permission.” 

Chan wants so desperately to contradict his younger brother.  They didn’t go through all of what happened with Edith just to sacrifice Hyunjin now.  They’ve barely begun to feel what its like to be brothers again. 

“Felix, brother, where is Abysmora?” Hyunjin takes control of the conversation and steers it back off of him skillfully.  A soft succession of raps is heard from the door before it opens softly, Jisung coming in to join them in the middle of the room.  He yawns. 

“Another rager last night, Jisung?” Felix wisecracks, to which Jisung flips him the bird, taking in a deep breath and widening his eyes so he didn’t appear as fatigued as he was.  “Actually, you got here just in time…Hyunjin was asking me the whereabouts of Abysmora, and all I’ve heard of is rumors that it’s in an extremely remote area of the Appalachian Mountains.”

Chan voices his opinion.  “Those span multiple states, the Appalachian Mountains are enormous.” 

Jisung chuckles at the naivety of the brothers.  “Yeah, this is no joke like we’re going to be hiking for miles and a lot of Supes hide out throughout Appalachia. Like I said, nobody knows it’s exact location.” 

“How are we supposed to do all of this with little witch being pregnant?” Chan adds. 

“You know she’s not gonna go for being left behind, it’s not worth the fight.” 

“Jisung’s right, brother, you’d better get used to the idea of her not only joining but using her powers—” Felix lifts a finger to halt his brother from arguing back before he finishes his thought, “–I’m just saying to prepare yourself mentally now, because this is who she is, and she’s not going to just lie down and let us run into the fray.  Am I wrong?”

Not only does Chan fall silent, but the others don’t have a logical rebuttal either.   

“So, what I’m gathering is that this will be a long trip.  The Full Moon is coming, and quickly.  The three of us need to figure out a way to survive the night without murdering our pretty witch and Jisung.” Hyunjin says as he leans back onto the desk, crossing his arms. 

“Why don’t we drop you off at one point, and the little witch and I drive in the opposite direction?” Jisung suggests. 

“You’ll have to go pretty far to avoid Chan, and we don’t want to bait him into a town or area where humans live.” 

Chan’s phone buzzes and rings out from his pocket.   

He pulls it out and the caller ID shows it’s Minho.  He points to Jisung, “Go get her.” he mouths walking over to the desk and setting the phone down on speakerphone.   

Felix and Hyunjin move closer as Chan begins. 

“It’s a little bit later than dusk.  I thought maybe you were ghosting me.” 

"Forgive my tardiness, my dear friends. It's 3:38 in the morning here in Moscow, as you can plainly see." 

You and Jisung quietly enter the room to join the others. 

“Yes, Minho, all the way from the coast of Maine we can plainly see that it is, indeed, 3:38 in the morning in Moscow.” Chan says, voice dripping with sarcasm.  “I’m assuming you’re ready to let us in on Abysmora…but I’m also assuming you’re not doing it out of the kindness of your warm heart.”

Minho lets out a sardonic laugh on the other side.  “These deals back and forth, haven’t we become friends by now, Chan?  I do mean that, by the way, I intend to help you out of the kindness of my heart, just this once.” 

Hyunjin presses his lips tightly together, as if to withhold a comment. 

“Friends. Right.” Chan looks to Felix dubiously. “Last night, you didn’t know why you were risking your reputation, and now…. we’re friends.” 

“Call it a change of heart.” 

You lift a brow in doubt. 

‘Just go with it’ Felix mouths. 

“In that case, what’s the next step for us to break this curse, my friend?” Chan asks. 

“Which room are you in at the moment?” 

“The library.” 

“Perfect.  Watch the desk, I’m going to give you coordinates to a small coal mining town in Virginia.” As Minho speaks, Chan has to literally snatch the phone from the wooden desk, which begins to burn the numbers into existence in front of everyone.  Felix hurriedly pulls open the drawer, grabbing a notepad and a pencil, scribbling them down.

“Those should take you to a coffee shop that a dear friend of mine runs.  He will be your guide to the Blood Bloom but be forewarned…the mountains surrounding Abysmora are full of some of the most vicious factions of supernatural creatures in existence.  You’re on your way to the burial site of our highest ranking demons, the influence of their energy over the area and its people is profound.  We aren’t allowed to step foot there until we’re laid to eternal rest.  One, two, or all of you will probably die.  If you do somehow make it back with the Blood Bloom intact, it’s a miracle I’m interested in witnessing.” Minho finishes, his voice low and ominous.

Chan can hear the satisfaction in Minho’s tone, and he imagines the dangerous path that lies ahead.  “Understood,” Chan responds, before ending the call and setting the phone down on the desk.  The coordinates had long since disappeared and the desk has returned to its normal state.  The room falls silent, each of you lost in your own thoughts as you contemplate what’s to come. 

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The first thing to stimulate your senses is the moldy, sewage-like smell that fills your nostrils.  You open your eyes but can’t see anything but blackness.  In a panic, you move, but as your awareness grows, you realize your hands are tied behind your back, and you’re seated in a chair. 

You hear voices murmuring around you, and you wriggle a little more, trying to feel for a knot in the thick rope that binds your wrists. 

“…wer…” 

“…Power…” 

“…blessed…ause of the…Full Moon…we can take more…” 

You’re straining to make out the sentences, frustrated that it feels like cotton has been stuffed into your ears.  Icy fingers touch your shoulder, and you jump away from the strange touch.

You land onto the floor of the bedroom and Chan is at your side at once, helping you sit up and tugging the lamp string to fill the room with some light.   

“Did you have another nightmare?” He already knows the answer.  It had been quite some time since you’ve rattled yourself and him awake, but it had been even longer since you’ve physically thrown yourself from your bed because of it. 

You sit up against the side of the elevated bed, wincing as you rub your tummy. “Yeah, same place I think…held hostage.  They were talking about taking more because of the Full Moon.” 

“Are you okay? You’re in pain, what’s wrong? Did you fall on your stomach?” Chan asks questions one after another in quick, alarmed succession. 

You shake your head.  “No, I didn’t fall on my stomach, I’m just…I’m getting those weird cramps again.” You tilt your head back against the bed.  “God, I just fed from Jisung only three nights ago, and I took a lot.” 

Chan releases a gentle sigh.  “The Full Moon is in five nights.  You dreaming about people discussing ‘taking more’ sounds a lot like someone, or something, is siphoning from you.  I don’t know if it's your conjure, your blood, or your patience, but we’d better get the others up to speed pretty soon.” 

“Babe, I think the Full Moon has everyone in a frenzied state.  Telling them about my nightmares will only add fuel to a fire we can’t snuff out right now.” You groan.  You were tired of involving everyone every time something in your brain went wrong.  Others had secrets of their own, why couldn’t you? It’s not like it had anything to do with the others right now anyway. 

Chan switches from kneeling to sitting down on the floor next to you.  He leans against the nightstand.  “You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.  Like…in history.” he says, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

“Good, because you’re the moodiest hybrid I’ve ever met…like, in my lifetime.” You reply with amusement glinting in your eyes, nudging his knee with yours as you two chuckle.  A knowing pause grows between you both before Chan talks again. 

“Your stomach, does it still hurt?” He asks. 

“It’s not quite like a sharp hurt right now…just a dull ache.” You rub back and forth over your soft tummy.  You’re still early in your pregnancy. 

“You should let me feed you.” Chan’s voice is gentle as he places his hand on your stomach, slowly running his fingers from left to right, his eyes taking on a warmer tone.   

“If you feel up to it, maybe it can help.” You say, and his gaze catches yours when he looks up with a smile. 

“Yeah.  I know it's pretty close to the Full Moon but…I wanna share this moment with my family, I want to at least try.” He waves his hand towards his body, opening his legs up to allow you to scoot over and up against his thick torso, his knees on both sides of your shoulders. 

“Lean back for me, yeah? Perfect, juuuust like that, my little witch.” You move into place, following his instructions, and then nod to let him know you’re ready.  He takes a deep breath, you can feel his chest expand behind you, and you hear the crunch of his bite into the palm of his hand.  It makes you wince, still to this day. 

“Open up for me.” Chan tenderly coaches you, and you let your head hang back onto his shoulder.  You open your mouth as he holds his fist above your lips.  Droplets of blood spatter onto your tongue and he observes you closely, taking steady breaths.  He squeezes his fist only a little tighter, and the droplets pick up a steady tempo while you close your eyes and relish the melody of Chan’s blood as it dances along your taste buds and down your throat.  Your brain can’t make sense of it.  The blood tasted like…well…blood, but the more you swallowed, the better you felt.  Your pain ceases, you feel like you had drank the coldest, purest water in existence after four days in the Mojave Desert with no hydration.  It was incredible, how blood feedings defied the laws of nature.

“Good evening, sleepyheads.” Felix’s voice is somehow even deeper when he first stirs from his daytime death as he stands in the doorway.  He yawns, his eyes still low and sleepy.  “You’re up early, the sun’s barely set.”  

Chan’s hand is nearly healed, and he releases his fist, allowing the skin to knit back together in completion.  He looks up to his younger sibling across the room.  “We were kind of in the middle of something, Felix.” 

The blonde vampire chuckles, “Do you think I’m stupid? My room’s right down the hall, I could smell what you were up to; and that’s exactly why I’m up.  Just making sure nobody’s killing anyone, is all.” His voice is picking up a cheerier tone as he rolls his shoulders back.  “Can you do me a favor and wake up Jisung when you’re done? I don’t get my breakfast in bed like you, so Hyunjin and I need to take a trip before we leave for Abysmora.” 

He’s gone before Chan can fire back a response and you have to giggle a little at how their exchanges went.  They were brothers, alright, and bickered like ones often. 

“I guess you’re feeling better now, my little witch?” He asks you, standing up, and helping you also rise up to your feet. 

You nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.  “I’ve got to clean myself up.” 

“Take your time and meet us in the living room when you’re done.” 

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  Felix places his hand against the tiled wall, allowing the hot water to run over his body as he hangs his head.  The skin of his back is reddening with the level of heat, but he still barely feels it.  He brings his other hand in front of him, curling his fingers into a fist and splaying them, looking over his pale skin, blueish-purple veins spreading out underneath.

“I miss you, Mother.” He says softly, “We all do.  We got Hyunjin back, are you proud of us?” He sighs.  “Chan really needs you, and Father.  He’s having a baby, and he’s got nobody to tell him how to do what you two did.  I’m so old, and I still feel like I’m only twenty three.  They expect me to help and I’m still trying to figure it all out…” 

Felix tilts his head back and the water washes his tears down his face and swirls them down the drain.  He sniffs, pushing his emotions back down to where it was more comfortable, and he twists the knob, ending his shower.  

He finishes up, constantly thinking, always feeling like he wasn’t doing enough.  He feels trapped inside of his head sometimes, and nobody around him could understand how constricted it felt.  He wondered how it would feel to burst into a beast and run off in the night like his brother.  Chan described it as a brutal physical pain, but that was only temporary, for a moment.  Felix could endure centuries of pain if it meant he’d have a night of pure freedom. 

He buttons his shirt in the mirror and runs a comb through his white hair, making sure it was styled just the way he liked it and slicked back. Leaving his bedroom and closing the door behind him gently, he uses a more efficient speed to arrive at Hyunjin’s bedroom door.  He taps with his knuckles, but the door opens on its own.  A little concerned, he pushes it further, stepping inside of the room.  It’s dark, very dark, except for the oil lamp near Hyunjin’s window.  Felix feels a wave of relief wash over him, however, when his eyes land on his brother, on the other side of a massive canvas.  It must’ve been six feet wide and six feet tall.

Felix walks around to join Hyunjin on the other side.  The youngest vampire’s shoulder length crimson hair is pulled up into a messy bun.  He’s staring at his masterpiece, finger tapping against his lips, his gaze focused as he tries to figure out where he’s going next with it.  Felix tilts his head, trying to make sense of it.  He’s happy his younger brother is painting again, it was something he deeply enjoyed as a mortal, and even in his early vampire days.  It was a sign he was returning to…normal. 

“What’s this supposed to be?” The older brother asks.  The work was quite abstract, for Hyunjin. An explosion of fiery reds and oranges, with smoky black lines cutting through them like a knife, creating a chaotic scene. 

“Everything. Nothing.” Hyunjin moves forward, picking up another paintbrush and adding more swipes of color in the lower corner.  He steps back and looks over it again.  “It’s how I feel tonight.” 

Felix hums with a nod, understanding exactly where his younger brother was coming from, despite his lack of a more descriptive way to express it. “Violent.  Are you sure we should feed tonight, little brother?”  

Hyunjin crosses his arms, tilting his head at his painting as he shrugs.  

“Probably not, but it’ll get worse with time, and we’ve got to get on the road to Abysmora.” He takes off his apron and tosses it onto the nearby wooden stool, pulling his sweater sleeves down over the smudges of paint that had dried on the white skin of his forearms. 

“Let’s not waste any more time then.” Felix says.

 

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  “Jisung, there is absolutely no way you’re gonna be able to help us at all when you’re like this.” You say, pacing back and forth in front of the ancient witch, who looks right now, like a sleepy young woodland creature as he’s slumped lazily into the couch.

“She’s right, you’re a liability, you’re gonna have to let us help you.  Perhaps, there’s a spell you could teach little witch, maybe I can drain you until you lose consciousness, but we have to do something.” Chan insists. 

Jisung looks like he’s under hypnosis, as he stares ahead, his body rocking side to side just a little.  His eyes almost close, but he jumps awake again. “We’re going to Abysmora, how can I sleep? I’m living in a nightmare.” His voice is croaky. 

“I know someone who can maybe help me, but he’s in New York City.” he says, rubbing his eye with a heavy sigh, as if he didn’t want to mention it at all.  “But that’s what? Six hours away? And he might not even be able to do anything.” 

Chan is beside himself at this point.

“You mean to tell me you knew someone who could lift the curse this entire time and you didn’t say anything?!” 

You walk over to Chan touching his arm gently, reminding him to keep his temper in check.  This isn’t normal behavior for him. 

Jisung doesn’t really have the energy to react to Chan’s heightened sensitivity.  “I didn’t say that.  I said maybe, and I mean maybe, he can help me.  He’s been close to my family for generations, and even if he did want to help you, his conjure can do nothing for the undead, and that includes you now that you’re pregnant, little witch.” He explains groggily.  You sit down next to Jisung on the sofa and take his hand into your own, the way you always did when you wanted him to take your words very seriously.

“New York City is on the way to Virginia.  Six hours can cover most of the night before dawn breaks, and then we can find a place to stay for the daytime before we continue.  If we can heal you, we have a better chance at getting to the Blood Bloom, which will heal us all.” You reassure him and Chan.

Jisung gives you a small smile. 

“Thank you, little witch.” He speaks. 

“When you say his conjure can do nothing for the undead…what is this person? ” 

“He’s a Gumiho.” 

Chan’s fully blown by this information and his expression shows it. 

“There’s a Gumiho in existence in America?” 

“First, there are a few, second, he’s been here for a long time, centuries.” Jisung yawns, “But you know Gumiho don’t really help those outside of their own species.  He’s worked closely with my family for a long while and helped me learn several important skills in conjure. When my father crossed to the other side, he took me under his wing, since he was unable to have a son of his own.” He looks to you, “Do you know what a Gumiho is, little witch?”

You’re following their conversation along, just as surprised as Chan, if not more.  “From fairytales, sure, you mean, the nine-tailed foxes, right? I read them in some folklore, but I mean…my family never told me about any of that.”

Jisung grasps your level of understanding now. “Then you’ve got a pretty good idea of how powerful they are. He owns several restaurants in Manhattan and Flushing, Queens.”  

“Okay then,” Chan nods, feeling more confident about their plan now. 

“New York City is our first stop.” 

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Burn The Witch {4}

a/n: hello everyone it's been a while. I have no idea if anyone is still around or still interested in this, but here's the fourth part! don't know when i'll update again, figured i should upload this chapter since its been in my drafts for a while

pairing:  yoongi x reader (f.)

genre: supernatural; angst; mystery; magical society AU; magicals!AU

rating: PG-15

warnings: violence; emotional abuse; blood; bullying; mentions of murder; mature language; panic attack

words: 5.6k

summary:

↠ {a boy who keeps running away, a girl who can’t seem to no matter how much she tries and a series of murders caught all in between of the cracks spread through what appears as a quiet little town…} ↞

or alternatively, not everything is always what it seems

previous part: {3}

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It’s a slow day at “Selkie’s Place” when Yoongi pays you a visit, two days after the second murders. 

Trusting him still feels naïve but you can’t help but do it, and it scares you. You’re putting so much faith in him. Too much faith. Blindly trusting someone like this can only lead to disappointment, you know this well enough. But it’s hard not to trust him. And you’re terrified. 

When he steps into the pub it takes a whole lot of effort to get Mona to stop pestering him and move along to her other duties. Of course, you didn’t tell her the truth about your sudden partnership, instead opting for an inconspicuous story of making a new friend during interspecies studies. But, of course, she had to see for herself. Resulting in an almost interrogation of Yoongi about how the two of you met. 

“She seems nice...” he comments afterwards. He waves at Mona from the couch he’s sitting on, who waves back at him from behind the bar. 

You rest your hand at the back of the couch, watching the whole interaction with a careful smile. “She usually is. Today was a surprise for both of us...” you shrug before turning your attention back at him. Wondering what made him choose “Selkie’s Place” of all places for your conversation. 

“You know this meeting could’ve happened at uni, right? No need for you to come here...” you raise an eyebrow and now it’s his turn to shrug. 

“Better this way. Less eyes watching. After all, the person incriminating you could be someone from campus,” he takes a tentative sip of his beer. Your suspicion grows. 

Maybe he’s not just thinking of being under the radar. Maybe he’s not completely unaffected from everyone else’s opinion and he’s afraid to be seen with you. Could that really be the case? 

No. You wouldn’t peg Yoongi as someone who cares about other people’s opinions. He does what he wants and that’s the end of it. 

But what if this town managed to get him? What if by living in such a remote place, the people’s beliefs became his own? What if he’s rethinking the whole thing? 

You try to shake off the doubts creeping in your mind. They won’t do you any good for now. 

“So, you think someone is incriminating me then,” you ponder instead. 

Yoongi looks at you unimpressed. “Given the circumstances of those murders, I’d say it’d be too much of a coincidence. Someone is definitely trying to put the blame on you,” he replies sternly, confident in his logic. You find it hard to argue. 

At least someone else believes you. 

“So, what do you suggest we do?” you ask while taking a careful look around the pub. Just because you’re meeting here instead of campus, doesn’t mean you’re completely safe. 

“Me?” he raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms. 

You shrug. “You’re the Sherlock here, Sherlock.” The reply has a smile growing on Yoongi and he leans towards you. 

“And I suppose you’re my Watson then?” 

At that you can’t help but scoff. Nevertheless, a grin is threatening to spill on your lips. “No, that would make me the unwilling victim that paid too much at your agency.” 

Yoongi’s smile doesn’t falter. “You’re not paying me though.” 

“Is store-credit okay?” 

He shakes his head with a chuckle before leaning against his seat. “I was thinking of taking a look,” is his cryptic answer, eyes following the costumers around the pub. 

This doesn’t satisfy your curiosity though. “Taking a look where?” 

Yoongi is still nonchalantly people-watching when he replies. “The Kim’s estate.” 

Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. 

“Where?! Are you mad?! The place will be flooding with Magaux!” you respond incredulously. You’re not willing to take a step into this place, it will be filled with your worlds equivalent for the police! If someone were to catch you there, no evidence would be needed for your arrest. 

“This might be our only chance...” Yoongi continues calmly, ignoring your sudden outburst. 

“To get arrested?” you level with him but he rolls his eyes, not at all worried about his idea. 

You can’t believe you’re hearing this! He can’t be serious. 

“To find out anything concerning the identity of the perpetrator! Or would you rather just to sit by idly as everyone else pins this too on you?” it’s his turn to look at you with irritation in his eyes. Your mouth runs dry from words to say. You hadn’t thought of it that way. You should have. 

“I...” you mumble taken aback, before you turn your eyes away. “I didn’t mean it like that...” you mutter in response. Yoongi exhales tiredly. 

“Look, I know you don’t feel comfortable with this, but it’s our best shot at finding out anything. As for the magaux they cleared the scene not long before the second murders happened. The Kim estate will be empty by now,” his voice is soft, almost comforting and you turn to face him again. The determination and hope in his eyes strangely calm you down. 

“How are we going to get in?” you make your decision and Yoongi smiles. 

“Can you teleport?” 

You nod. 

“There’s how,” he announces entirely too pleased with himself, and you roll your eyes as you fight the urge to smile. 

“I say we meet and teleport straight into the house, not to raise any alarms, hm?” he takes another sip of his beer, and you nod again. 

That’s when you see it. 

Yoongi goes on about the details of your plan, but your eyes are trained at the glass window behind him. Did you just see something move? 

There’s just darkness outside. Just a heavy, unending black. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you. 

But then you see it again. And this time it’s clearer.  

What you thought was only black, quickly proves to be a shadow. A shapeless figure, much like the one you saw at that empty classroom. Unnerving, ever-present. 

Your breath hitches. Yoongi’s voice becomes a faint buzz as your heartbeat rises when the figure suddenly appears closer to the window. 

But the figure is almost the same colour as the night. You’re not sure what you’re seeing is real.  

It seems as if you’re staring at nothing. 

But “nothing” stares back. 

And blinks. 

“Y/N!” 

You jump in your spot, tension suddenly dissipating. You glance at Yoongi disoriented, who looks at you with a wary expression. Then you take a look at the window again. But there’s nothing there. 

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice sounds as if you’re underwater. It gradually grows stronger, pulling you back to reality with it. You shake your head. It was nothing, you saw nothing. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine...” you clear your throat, unable to meet his eyes. You’re afraid he’ll see right through you. “I just got distracted, sorry. What were you saying?” 

Yoongi’s gaze is suspicious, but he decides to say nothing. “That we should meet at my house to discuss somethings beforehand. Just to be careful about this. Wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?” he explains with an easy smile. And while you agree with the general idea, you have one small objection. 

“Okay, but it’d be better if it was at my house instead. I still can’t quite get the hang of teleporting from anywhere outside my house,” you reply, and Yoongi looks worried at that. 

“Then will you be able to teleport us to your house afterwards?” he asks with concern, and you nod. 

“It just takes a bit more energy. Figured I’d keep whatever energy I can for leaving,” you shrug. Only now you realise that means Yoongi will have to actually come to your house. 

It’s been so long since anyone stepped foot in your home, besides you and Mona. You’ll need to do some cleaning beforehand, just in case. 

Yoongi nods as he thinks it over, tapping his finger on his chin before he shrugs. “Okay, if you’re sure you can do it...” he comments. Although his tone shifts something in you. As if your pride got wounded.  

Sure, you’re used to that. It seems to be everyone’s personal chore in this hellhole of a town, but coming from Yoongi, makes you want to prove him wrong. To prove you’re not just some helpless victim, to prove you’re someone capable. Someone strong. 

You can do it. You know you can. 

And him doubting you makes you angry. 

“I’m sure,” you say, and your tone raises no questions. No room for doubt fits in your words and your hair curl at the ends with magic as it seeps out of you with every burst of feeling. You’re not weak. That’s the only thing you’ve never been. 

Yoongi’s stare is indecipherable as thunder roars outside. Your chest rises quickly with every worked-up breath. 

But then he smiles. “That’s more like it.” 

. 

. 

You watch anxiously as Yoongi steps inside your home, two days later. It’s the only day you’re free from work, so the only day you’d be able to do this. You wanted the whole day off to prepare for what you’re about to do. 

You mainly slept and ate, to replenish your energy and be ready for later. And also downed more than three cups of coffee. Although that could maybe turn out to be a bad idea. You’re not sure yet. 

You're curious to see how Yoongi will take in your home but nothing really reveals much about his thoughts. Not when he stares up at the massive wooden staircase with Alistair curled around the banister, or when his eyes meet the stone walls covered with paintings of your relatives. 

Your familiar stares at the man in the middle of your lobby, thoughtfully take in your home and strangely he has nothing to say. The fox only stares at the vampire man with a mild curiosity and a slight apathy. Yoongi, to his credit, acknowledges the fox with a small tip of his head forward but then he keeps on looking around. 

Alistair’s familiar voice appears in your head.  

Do we trust him? 

You give him what you hope is a warning glare. 

Be nice Ali. 

You swear you see him almost roll his eyes. 

I’m always nice. 

A snort breaks free from your lips that has Yoongi look at you with a questioning gaze. 

You wave him off with your hand. “It’s nothing...” you reply when you decide to tease your familiar. “Ali seems to like you.” 

The question doesn’t leave Yoongi’s eyes. “Ali?” 

“My familiar...” you move closer to point at Alistair at the top of the stairs who stares at you with a nearly murderous gaze. “His real name is Alistair, but he doesn’t like being called Ali in front of strangers...” you chuckle with Yoongi’s eyes on you. Alistair gets up from his position and stretches before sitting on his back legs on a graceful but indignant pose. 

Your smile grows. 

Yoongi turns to your familiar and nods his head again. “I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you Alistair.” 

Ali looks at him carefully before his voice reappears. 

He’s okay... for now. 

Then he tips his head towards Yoongi and turns around to hide in your room. 

You chuckle once more at the quizzical look on Yoongi’s face. “Okay, now he really seems to like you.” 

Yoongi sighs in relief. “I’m glad. Wouldn’t want to get on your familiar’s bad side...” he replies while turning his eyes upwards to your high ceiling. His gaze turns awed when he sees the ancient magic decorating the glass ceiling and how the endless night outside meets the floating lights underneath your roof. 

“What is this...?” he asks in wonder, mouth falling open at the sight above him. 

Another smile takes over your lips. “My father did it. When I was young, I used to say how much I loved the floating lights in the sky. I would sit awake for hours trying to come up with spells to bring them closer to me. I thought if I tried hard enough, I could bring them in my room and have them on my ceiling and then I could say “I have the floating lights in my room!”. So, one day my dad brought home some small crystal balls, filled them with starlight and enchanted them to float forever beneath our glass ceiling. To accompany the real floating lights in the night sky,” you reminisce as one of the floating lights slowly descends to meet your open hand.  

It’s warmth travels through your skin, reminding you of that time you tried to catch them with a floating spell of your own. Back then, you didn’t know you weren’t supposed to chase them. The starlight would come to you instead. 

“And to make sure I didn’t accidently cause earth’s collision with a star,” you add on with a chuckle. 

“Your dad could catch starlight?” Yoongi asks still in awe, but his eyes are on you now. 

“It was his individual power.” 

“And what is yours?” he asks curiously. 

At that your smile drops. 

You shrug. “I don’t know.” 

Both of you remain silent. Yoongi’s gaze doesn’t leave you but where you thought you’d see pity you see nothing but understanding. He doesn’t say anything along the lines of “I’m sorry,” or “That must be hard,”. He just lets you be. 

You don’t know what else to say so you focus on the issue at hand. “Okay, so are we ready for this?” is your impatient question as you let the small ball float back into place. 

Yoongi stares for another moment before he clears his throat. “Yeah, just a few things first. We need to be really discreet. There might not be any Magaux there but there should be some monitor spells lying around. So, we have to be careful. And we shouldn't split up. I know it’ll take more time but it’s safer this way,” Yoongi explains, all seriousness and even though you agree, you can’t resist the urge to tease him. 

“Is someone afraid?” you can’t hide your teasing smile and Yoongi scoffs as he tries to hide his own. 

“Me? Please. I’m just saying this for you...” he smirks, and you roll your eyes. 

“Alright, let’s do this,” you take his hand in yours as you close your eyes and recount the spell in your mind. 

You feel the familiar rush of magic travelling through your body, the magic of your home helping you in the process and then you open your eyes. 

But it didn’t work. 

You stare confused at your joined hands. This is weird. 

Yoongi looks concerned. “Is something the matter?” 

“That hasn’t happened before...” you mumble in disbelief, worry filling your mind. 

“Maybe it’s because we’re two people. Have you tried teleporting with another person before?” Yoongi casually drags his hands away from yours. You’re too worried about your powers to notice the crimson hue spreading over his cheeks. 

“I-… No, I haven’t but I don’t think that’s it...” your confusion is palpable as you close your eyes to try again. 

Once more you feel the familiar pull on your gut as your magic concentrates. This time you feel a bit more of it, now that it’s just you, but when you’re about to cross over you feel the difference. There’s something blocking you. Your powers work just fine, moving you along the spell just as they’re supposed to but when it’s time to land, you feel a wall blocking your path. 

“There must be a blocking spell on the estate...” you realise out loud and Yoongi curses softly. 

“Now what? Should we walk all the way there? Someone might see us,” he says in thought, thinking of possible solutions to your problem but you raise an eyebrow. It's simpler than that. 

“...Or we could just teleport outside the estate and walk to the front door?” 

. 

. 

“Okay, now that we’re here how do we get in?” 

This time, you’re successfully teleported outside of the estate, so you resulted in walking the rest of the way. The blocking spell shimmers as soon as you pass the front gate. You fight a shiver at the peculiar sensation.  

True to Yoongi’s words the scene seems cleared, no Magaux anywhere in sight. The Kim’s estate appears larger up close. The building is still standing, yet black spots of fire and ruin grace its appearance and a cold chill runs down your bones.  

The lights are out, the house an imposing structure despite its condition, the smell of ashes wafting through the air. You can’t believe this place was full of life just two weeks ago. 

That it wasn’t just a ruin. 

“The normal way,” Yoongi responds as he climbs the stairs to the front door. You follow close behind. 

“Through the front door? How do you know it doesn’t have any monitoring spells?” you inquire with careful step, wary of making too much noise. 

Yoongi smirks at you but instead of going through the front door, he nears a broken window to the side. The floor creaks with his steps, a contrast to the silence of the night. You resist the urge to shiver. 

He leans in, just barely through the window. He looks around the windowsill, as if looking for something. Once he’s satisfied, he leans back outside with a winning smile. “No monitoring spells here.” 

Your gaze is suspicious. “How can you tell?” 

He waves you over and you both lean inside to take a peek in what seems to be the living room. “Usually monitoring spells have a tell; they must have a beeper nearby to help them keep running for the desired time. The latest versions don’t need it, hence the increase in their price. I doubt Xefoto’s Magaux can afford them...” he comments. You lean more inside, and he points over your shoulder towards a small rectangle metallic box just above the door. 

“Now that’s a beeper. Which means this door is monitored,” he explains as he steps inside the window. Once he’s safely inside he stretches his hand towards you.  

You take it with a careful yet amazed gaze. “How do you know all that?” you move inside, wary of dragging anything with you. You finally place both legs inside before dragging your hand away. 

Yoongi simply shrugs as his eyes move to the interior. “I’m studying to become a Magau. It’s stuff I should know,” he chuckles as he takes a step inside. 

You hum in understanding and your eyes finally take in the living room. Or what used to be the living room. 

The wallpaper is burned to a crips as most spots, heavy black marks covering the walls in a pattern; as if the fire spread out in five, even streams of flame and burned everything in their path. The floor beneath the marks is black in streams too, all pointing towards the centre of the room, as if someone lighted a fire and spread it in five, even directions. Like a ritual would have it. 

“I guess this is where we should look...” Yoongi comments in a grave voice. His fingers skip the black mark on the walls. 

“What happened here...?” you mumble in terror, mostly to yourself. It’s pretty obvious what happened here, but why would someone kill an entire family just for a ritual? 

“Whoever did this, did not mess around...” Yoongi whispers, while you near the fireplace. On top of it rest some burning sage along with some geraniums and a few buds of alyssum; all burned to almost a crisp, outside of the five even streams. The flower petals are black, almost destroyed by the fire. Burning sage is used for protection from enchantment, geranium as an alert for approaching guests and alyssum is used to deflect spells and judging by their condition, you’d say the person behind this knew much about the Kim’s. 

Your eyes then travel to the wall above; decorated with numerous runes and what must be protection spells. But truth is you never paid attention on rune’s class, so you have no idea how to read them. 

“So, we look for anything that might be suspicious?” Yoongi makes an affirmative sound, and you begin looking. Hoping you will at least find something that can help you. 

. 

. 

It’s been two hours or so since you started searching but you have nothing so far. You looked into every corner, under all furniture, looking for cracks in the floor, opening every cabinet and little trinket but you’ve come up empty handed. 

You’re starting to lose hope. You can’t believe you did all this just to come up with nothing. You refused to be pessimistic all day, to avoid jinxing it but now it seems your doubts became a reality. 

You have nothing to move forward from. You only know a witch is somehow involved, someone who knew what they were doing which means it wasn’t anyone from this town. 

Which means you’re screwed. 

With a huff, you stand up. “Come on Yoongi, I don’t think we’ll find anything here...” you admit, shoulders hunched but Yoongi doesn’t budge. 

“I’m not done yet. Plus, we haven’t looked into any of the other rooms yet...” he replies, not really paying attention to you. You tiredly watch as his hands dive in what seems like the hundredth box here. 

You groan, your sore muscles complaining along, and you rub your straining neck. “I doubt we’ll find anything in the other rooms either. Let’s just admit this was hopeless and return to-”  

Your words get cut short when you hear a sound coming from outside. 

Yoongi doesn’t seem to notice it, too immersed in his search, but you’re certain you heard something. Is someone else here? 

“Yoongi...” you whisper lowly, taking a step towards him, your eyes glued to the front door. 

“Wait, I think I found something...!” he mumbles with barely contained excitement, his hand searching through the outer cracks of the box. 

But then you hear it again. 

The unmistakeable creak of the wooden floor on the front porch. Meaning someone is coming up the stairs. 

“Yoongi, someone is here...” you shake his shoulder to gain his attention, to guide his focus at the impending risk of being found out. 

“I can’t get it, just use an invisibility spell or something...” he argues, finger grabbing that... something and yanking it as hard as he can. 

Panic and shame are an awful mix, flooding you at the same time as the creaks sound closer. 

“Yoongi, please, we have to get out now...” your rushed voice reflects the rhythm of your pulse, and your breaths quicken in fear. Your eyes widen and you stare at the door as whoever seems to be outside takes their sweet time to turn down the doorknob. 

A huff comes from your partner. “This is a clue; we have to get it! Why can’t you just cast a disguise or invisibility spell?”  

He obviously doesn’t understand why you’d choose to simply run but once you hear the steps sounding just outside the door you snap. 

“Because I literally can’t!” 

Thankfully your voice was barely a hiss, but it’s enough for Yoongi to hear it and look at you with a surprised gaze. 

Great, is that shame creeping back in? 

“I- I never learned how...” you admit, your voice barely a whisper this time. You avoid Yoongi’s eyes; they are sure to be filled with pity and you can’t take that just yet. You can take a lot of things admittedly, but surprisingly not this. 

The sound of steps travels through the wood again and you remember you’re about to be discovered. “Now can we please get out so I can at least teleport us somewhere safe?!” you hiss, pointing with one hand towards the door. 

Yoongi stares at you for a second too long without replying. Instead, he grabs what seems to be a small stick, stuck into the cracks of the box and with one determined move, he finally gets it out. 

“Got it! Let’s go,” he exclaims triumphant before you drag him towards the back of the house with a tired groan. 

“I used to come here as a kid, there’s a back door at the kitchen and windows we can go out of. If there are monitoring spells in all of them, we can hide until the living room is clear...” you whisper quickly, remembering all the times you came here with your parents for social visits.  

You open the door, push Yoongi quickly inside and lock it behind you. 

“Check for beepers...” you put a chair against the locked door, just to be safe as Yoongi checks the back door first. 

“Clear,” he replies “Although it seems weird the door isn’t monitored, even if it’s just a back door...” he thinks out loud. 

“Well, if it was, we’d be stuck here so forgive me for not looking a gift horse in the mouth...” you roll your eyes at him as you drag him towards the door. “Now let’s get out of here...” you open the back door and motion for him to follow you when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening. 

Both your gazes land at the kitchen door, then at each other. 

“Run?” you whisper. 

Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat, and he nods. “Run.” 

Then you’re both out in the backyard, running through the bushes and flowers as quietly as you can. Actually, the garden is really pretty and normally you’d stick around to gaze through the flora, but this is as far from a normal situation as it could be.  

You can’t afford to stop. If you stop now and someone sees you, it’s all over. Noone would care that you had an alibi for that night; they’ll send you straight to prison. 

You reach the fence between the Kim’s estate and the forest, and both of you use the momentum to quickly jump over it, only to land ungracefully at the forest floor. 

Yoongi lays there for a second to catch his breath, but there’s no time to lose. You grab his arm, closing your eyes and recounting the spell as fast as you can, when the telltale sign of power draining takes over you and you suddenly find yourselves back into the floor of your living room. 

“Fuck...” you curse breathlessly, your body slumping down against the floor. Your muscles scream in protest, your legs turned to jelly as your lung struggle to fill up. 

Your eyes find the floating lights at your ceiling, dancing around peacefully; such an obvious contrast to what you just did, and you can’t help but wonder what your father would think of this. 

You think he’d have a heart attack to be honest.  

But your mother? She’d probably be with you all along. 

Yoongi chuckles, out of breath. “Yeah... fuck...” he agrees before groaning and rubbing his eyes. “I haven’t had that much exercise in years...”  he mumbles and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your lips. 

You both lay there too tired to move, your eyes naturally following the spells carved on your celling. 

And that’s when you remember. 

“So, what did we find?” you ask curiously and Yoongi scoffs. 

“We? Oh no, you wanted to leave, you get no credit for this...” he teases, still trying to catch his breath and another laugh escapes you. 

“Fair enough. So, what did you find, oh great detective Min?” you tease back, and he chuckles (an impossibly clear sound you’re sure you won’t be able to get out of your head). 

His hand dives into the pocket of his jeans. Then it emerges, carrying that slim stick you saw him dig out and he passes it to you. You take it cautiously, observing it meticulously. It’s bent at the end in an obtuse angle, frayed at the middle with scratches on its middle part and strings of something soft sticking out of it. Oh wait, it’s not a stick. 

“It’s a feather...” you observe and Yoongi hums in agreement. 

“Yeah, a black one as you can see and those scratches in the middle part?” he points to them right where you saw them before, “At first look they seem inconspicuous, but I think it’s a rune...”. The more you look at it, the more sense Yoongi’s observation makes. Yes, it is a rune, the one resembling the letter “c”, but you have no idea what it means. 

Again, not good with runes. 

“And it seems even more plausible since the feather remained intact through all the debacle,” Yoongi mumbles in thought and you turn to him. 

“You think it was enchanted to withstand the fire?” 

“Maybe. Or maybe it was used to keep the fire from going out, or for something else altogether. I can’t really tell; we’ll have to find out what that rune means...” 

His statement has you looking at the feather again, deep in thought. Someone wanted the Kims gone so bad, they not only lighted their house on fire but did everything necessary so that the fire wouldn’t go out. 

You weren’t aware the Kims had such enemies. In truth, they were one of the most respected families in Xefoto. 

So, who did this, and why? 

“Okay, so where do we go from here?” you pass Yoongi back the feather. 

He takes it back with nimble fingers, softly grazing your own. “I remember seeing a spell recipe that used a black, bent feather with a rune scratched on the middle part in another witch’s book of spells. I don’t remember what the spell was for though, so we need the book to know the details. Do you have yours somewhere around?” he asks curiously, but you shake your head. 

“No. Us witches are supposed to get our books at the age of twelve, along with our mentor. But ever since the accident, the council put a ban in everything regarding casting magic. No mentors, no books, no anything. And you won’t be able to find anything at the local library either, believe me, I’ve tried...” you admit with a sad chuckle. 

Yoongi sits up and stares at you in shock. “Is this why you didn’t know how to cast an invisibility spell?” he asks in bewilderment, voice filled to the brim with disbelief. 

You simply nod. 

His eyes widen, a glim of irritation flashing through them and he drops back to the floor with an angry huff. “I can’t believe this fucking town...” he grits through his teeth, making you shift uncomfortably next to him. 

“It’s fine really. After I’m done with college, I’m gonna search for a mentor elsewhere, so no harm done!” you rush to say, words more bubbly and cheerful than you ever felt about your situation, but it feels vulnerable to let him in, in all those aspects of your life that you hate.  

And you don’t like feeling vulnerable. Even though, with him, it’s the only thing you seem to be doing. 

“No harm done my ass...” he argues with a clipped voice, ready to say some more, when he casts a glance at your side. He sees something that makes him stop though. Instead, he looks at you for a moment longer before he turns his focus forward and clears his throat. 

You two remain silent for a few seconds, neither of you knowing what to say. Although it doesn’t feel as strange as it felt a moment ago. Somehow it feels peaceful and quiet and everything you wanted since that fateful day your parents died, and your skin crawls with the whisper of all the things you lost, as if they say you don’t deserve this tranquillity. That this too will be taken away from you because you’ve done nothing in your life to deserve this. Even though life has put you through enough things to owe you this. 

But life doesn’t care about balance or justice. It only takes, unyielding and cruel and indifferent to your sorrows until you have nothing left or you give up. 

You don’t know at what stage you are yet. 

Yoongi somehow senses the dark path your mind has taken you. He knows that for some reason, whatever you’re thinking about now isn’t good for you. The urgency to bring your thoughts back to the present tugs at him so persistently that at first, he sits there in panic, not knowing what to do. 

But the longer he sees that distant, almost resigned look in your eyes, the more words keep trying to escape his throat, until he’s sure that if he tries to voice them, no one would be able to make any sense out of them. 

So instead, he clears his throat again. 

The sound startles you, like waking you up from a nightmare and only realising you’re in the comfort of your bed, and you have to remind yourself you’re safe. 

But as your eyes fall on Yoongi again, that small seed of warmth that appeared when Yoongi first found you in that classroom, spreads the tiniest amount. 

“So how do we find that book?” he asks. 

The question has you smiling. That you know how to get. 

“There’s this guy at school, he’s mostly everyone’s weed dealer, but I've heard that for the right price, he can get you anything; besides other drugs that is,” you explain, and Yoongi sits up once again, resting his weight on his hands. This time though, it’s not rage swimming in his eyes, but excitement. 

“Okay, so let’s talk to him!” comes his enthusiastic response but you wave him off. 

“It’s best if you let me do the talking...” you warn him, knowing if he was to talk to the guy, it wouldn’t end well for any of you. 

He regards you with suspicion. “Why? Who is this guy?” 

You roll your eyes at him with a smile. 

“His name is Dean,” and Yoongi looks even more confused. 

“And he’s a werewolf.” 

next part: {5}

[justaaveragereader]

Are You Listening👂?

Pairing:Hongjoong x Reader

Genre:Thriller/Horror

Warning: Blood, Apocalyptic Theme, Body Part Removal

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: A/N: This idea was actually brought to me by my forever soulmate @honey-lemon-goose , @matcha-green-bear💙💛.She shared some of her amazing art with me and this was just one of the many excellent pieces she showed me. I saw it and instantly was like I have to turn this into a fic. My baby truly is magical with art. She made this piece in 2020..like truly chefs kiss. Thank you my love for the inspiration, and sharing your amazing artwork with me😘🥰.

“Stop looking outside.”

Your boyfriend speaks up slightly startling you, black and gray smoke filled all of outside, it looked like some type of apocalyptic, dystopian nightmare. The government had issued a warning to the world that was now currently being overthrown.

“I’m just curious as to what’s all going on out there Joong. It looks like hell.”

Sighing Hongjoong stands up, placing his phone down. Clearly annoyed at your nosey antics. Making his way over to you, grabbing you hand away from the drapes, pulling you away from the window.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back!”

Rolling his eyes, he kisses the side of your head leading you over to the couch in your shared apartment.

“I don’t think any amount of satisfaction is going to bring back the world.”

Smacking your lips in defeat, you press your forehead against Hongjoongs shoulder, sighing against him in disappointment.

“I don’t even remember what the world was like prior to this.”

He rubs light circles against your lower back trying to soothe you, not wanting you to break out into another rant about how the world is coming to an end. He presses a small kiss to your temple.

“I know..I know baby.”

The comfort in his warm embrace always grounded you, even with the world going to shit, his embrace was home. No matter where life dragged you, if Hongjoong was beside you, you’d always be home.

“Do you ever think things will go back to normal?”

You pull your head off his shoulder to look up at him, a nervous smile lays upon his face. He doesn’t want to lie to you but in the same breath he would tell you anything to make you happy. He lets out a small exhale. Pulling your body even closer to his, putting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t think things will ever be the same in the world but new creations may breed within the new world.”

Kissing the top of your head, he always knew what to say and how to say it. Your anxious state settles to a simmer. Nodding your head, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before parting ways to head to the kitchen.

“Dinner?”

Hongjoong watches you make your way to the kitchen before plopping back down on the couch, picking up his phone again.

“Pizza?”

He says tossing a glance your way, he always looked like a love struck puppy when you were out of the room. He enjoyed being within the same arm distance as you. Would he admit that out loud? No.

“That’s the third time this week you’ve wanted pizza Joong, you need to eat actual food.”

He lets out a small whine, tossing his head back, throwing a mini tantrum like he was a baby who just got told no more candy for the rest of the night.

“Baby please, pizza it gets my creative juices flowing! The pepperoni helps me think. In fact I’m almost done with the song. You are going to love it. I swear.”

Letting out a defeated sigh. You open the freezer, unboxing the third frozen pizza this week. Quickly shooting daggers at Hongjoong before finishing taking the plastic off the pizza.

“When do I get to hear this masterpiece?”

His whole face lights up, music was Hongjoongs passion, the aspiration poured from every pore on his body when he talked about it, he had a natural ear for music, any sound truly, he could make a song out of two pennies smacking the floor, and have it turn out to a masterpiece, you on the other hand didn’t know anything about writing or reading music besides what a treble clef was, yet he was always patient with you, showing you what notes did what, how you could chop and screw certain instrumentals.

“If I get my pizza I might be able to show you a snippet tonight.”

He bites his lip while wiggling his eyebrows. You let out a small laugh, all these years with Hongjoong had been anything but boring. Even if the world was ending at least it would end with you both going down together. Tossing the pizza on top of the pan, letting your oven preheat, you make your way back to the living room, plopping down right besides Hongjoong.

“Pizza?”

You lightly shove his shoulder before laying down on his lap. Closing your eyes.

“Yes pizza you baby, the oven has to preheat first.”

He leans down kissing your top lip.

“I appreciate you.”

He quickly nips the tip of your nose before leaning his body up, making himself comfortable on the couch cushion. Grabbing the tv remote, he decided to click a random channel on, looking for background noise while he edited his latest creation. Your eyes get heavier with sleep. Hongjoong takes notice bringing one arm down to rub small circles against your shoulder. Lulling you into a deep slumber.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but admire your sleeping features. The way your chest rose with each breath you took. The way your lips parted to take in a breath of air. You had him wrapped around your fingers, he was effortlessly in love with you. Putting his phone down, adjusting his position on the couch wanting to bask in this sleeping moment together. Tilting his head back on the throw pillows, letting sleep take control of him.

The sudden noise from the television causes you to stir, turning your body around you to wince lightly at the light beaming from the television. Sitting up, eyes barely cracked open, you poke Hongjoong lightly on the chest, causing him to lightly smack your hand away. Your eyes are now adjusting to the brightness of the tv. Static noise is bouncing off the walls in your apartment, causing your head to pulsate, shoving Hongjoong once more causing him to whine, cracking open his eyes slightly annoyed.

Grabbing the remote he turns the tv off, seconds pass by before the tv cuts on once more, static filling the room once again. Hongjoong sits up more, clicking the tv off once again, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“How long have we been asle-.”

The tv cutting on once more cutting him off mid sentence. Chills run down your spine, you are slowly getting creeped out. You throw a worried look at Hongjoong, his eyes not once leaving the tv.

“Hongjoong stop goofing around and cut the damn thing off.”

You whisper lowly.

Letting out a huff he raises the remote showing it off to you, watching him click the power button the tv goes off. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he was getting chills himself. Throwing a glance at you, almost like your emotions were rubbing off on him. Trying to shake it off, blaming it on the state of being woken up.

The tv cuts on once more static noise filling the room again. You scoot closer to Hongjoong, gripping the bottom of his shirt tightly. Not wanting to move away from him. Bringing a warm hand up he rubs your goosebump covered arm.

“Joong I’m scared…”

He bites his lip, choking down the eerie feeling dripping into his bones. Something isn’t right, you can feel the shift in the air. Should he say something to you? Or keep it to himself?

“It’s probably just a short in the cord.”

Standing up he moves towards the outlet, your hand still gripping the bottom of his shirt. Afraid to let him go, was it paranoia? Was it being startled awake that was making you uneasy?

“Baby you gotta let go of me so I can cut the tv off.”

He says through a small chuckle. Causing you to retract your hand. Making his way over to the outlet he unplugs the tv. Holding the cord in the air, waving it around.

“See I told you, probably a short in the cord, or maybe a bad outlet? This building is old as dirt. Plus with all the shit going on outside, I wouldn’t be surprised that technology starts acting up.”

His words reassure you, he always knew what to say and how to say it. Deciding it was best to let it go, you sink further into the couch. Hongjoong plops down next to you. Pulling your body close, missing your warmth. Leaving kisses on your temple, slowly moving down to your ear, nipping at your earlobe you let out a small groan.

“You know…I’m still waiting on my pizza.”

Letting out a huff you shove Hongjoong away from you, causing him to let out a high squeak of laughter. His body flopping over onto the back of the couch, wiping tears from under his eyes like he had just heard the funniest joke of the year.

Standing up you make your way to the kitchen that is now warmer than usual due to the oven being on this entire time. Grabbing the pan with the now defrosted pizza you toss it in the oven, closing the door with a swift bump of your hip. Making your way to the fridge. Grabbing two bottles of water.

“Let me hear a snippet of what you’ve been working on.”

“Nope.”

He says putting extra emphasis on the p. You roll your eyes making your way back to the living room, muffing his head lightly with the water bottle.

“It’s only fair, I woke up and instantly started making your pizza!”

Biting his lip, you can tell he’s slightly nervous, he never settled for just ‘okay’ work; everything he did had to be perfect before he even let anyone take a glance. His fingers anxiously move on the side of his thigh. He’s worried you will not be impressed with what he has, music is his life, but you are his world, even though you knew nothing about music he was still afraid of disappointing you.

He makes a move to grab his phone, throwing you a side glance muttering under his breath that this piece isn’t finished or even close to being done. Yet you could care less, you loved any and every piece of music he worked on, he was a natural. Some people are born with it, some people have to learn it. Joong? Made for it.

Unlocking his phone with a slight jitter in his hands, he goes to his files. You look as closely as you can get, seeing him click the title ‘Guerrilla’ a huge smile takes over your face, feeling giddy that soon you will be hearing the new musical piece he has been working on non stop. Clicking the play button the instrumental hits you right away, you are smiling at the screen of his phone.

You can feel his gaze on you, so intense you could’ve sworn the side of your head was smoking due to the intensity of his stare. Suddenly Hongjoongs voice is heard over the music he’s only a couple verses in before you hear a slight scream before he cuts it off.

You throw your hands up, slightly standing up in disbelief that we could cut it off right before his verse finished.

“Why would you cut it off?! I was listening to that! The screamo was just about to start!”

You say loudly, slightly raising your voice. You stomped your foot slightly, clearly annoyed with him, you kick his ankle slightly. He chuckles, relief washing over him that you were that into the song already. You huff making your way towards the kitchen, oven timer going off signaling you that it was time to grab the pizza out of the oven.

“Maybe when I get some food into my system I’ll maybe, and that’s a big fat maybe let you hear my full verse. May I mind you it isn’t finished yet.”

Tossing the pizza pan on the counter, giving it a chance to cool slightly before cutting it up. You make your way back over to Hongjoong, looking at him with a small pout.

“Can I hear your verse once more, please?”

Biting a smile back, unlocking his phone once more he restarts the song. Once the beat comes in you sit down next to Hongjoong, staring at him in amazement. Your eyes meet each others, sending a warm feeling to spread through your body. The movement ends swiftly due to the tv cutting back on, static noise filling the air. Rolling your eyes you pause the song.

“I thought you left it unplugged.”

Standing up you make your way to the outlet, pausing a couple feet before it. Looking down you realize the tv is still unplugged. A high pitched sound leaves the tv causing you to toss your hands over your ears. Quickly you back away, Hongjoong grabs your elbow making you sit down pulling you close. You were now frightened, the tv was on. How? It was unplugged. Suddenly the tv static cuts off. A voice starts talking.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

Your eyes grow huge, heart officially sinking into your feet. Your stomach turns with uneasiness. You feel Hongjoong stiffen up beside you. The air is now thick with anxiety and terror. A group of men in fedoras appear on screen, faces barely shown; you couldn’t even make out their individual features, barely seeing their eyes. The screen glitches causing your breath to hitch. The voice coming from the tv once again repeating.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

You clutch the side of Hongjoongs pants clearly terrified. Hongjoongs sweaty hand slips on his phone screen causing the Guerrilla song to start again, your eyes quickly shift down to his phone, the sudden noise causing you to jump slightly.

You move your eyes back to the tv screen to once again see nothing but static. The eerie voice comes out once again.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

Hongjoong fumbles with his phone trying to cut the sound off, you grab his phone yourself, clicking the power button on the side to lock the screen, you are fidgeting just as bad as him. You look up at the screen, the fedora men have reappeared. You can’t see their faces yet you feel so much heat, so much intensity, so much pressure from them. The music is still playing, deciding it’s best to just power off the phone. Causing the room now to get completely silent.

“Hongjoong…”

He doesn’t say anything, he can’t. His throat his dry in terror, trying to brave a face for you, glancing down at you. Raising his eyebrows slightly. Signaling to you that you’ve got his attention.

“I’m scared…”

You whisper out so quiet, it comes out lower than a whisper. You look back at the tv screen, the sweat beading down your spine is a clear sign of fear, you are completely terrified. You want to get out of this room, out of this house, out of this world. You want to take Hongjoong, leave, and never return.

You two are attached at the hip. Not daring to leave any space between you two. The oven timer dinging makes both of you jump. Did you set another timer? You had pulled the pizza out to cool, surely no timer was needed. You send a tight lipped smile Hongjoongs way.

“Still want some pizza?”

You sat through a nervous chuckle trying to cut some of the terror tension in the room. He smiles at you, nodding his head. You get up and make your way towards the kitchen. Cutting the oven timer off, along with the stove. Surely you had cut them off earlier?

Pulling out a pizza cutter, placing it on the counter before you get a tingle in your bladder, forgetting you had blown threw the bottle of water earlier.

“I’m going to use the bathroom real fast, then I’ll cut up the pizza.”

You say while scurrying off to the bathroom, quickly trying to make your way to the bathroom before your bladder gives out on you. Hongjoong always joked about how your bladder was the size of a pea. Shutting the door behind you, the feeling of being watched sets you off. You live on the third floor. Surely no one could’ve made their way into your home without you or Hongjoong noticing, right? Swiftly you swing at the shower curtain, punching it just in case someone was standing behind it. Pulling it back swiftly you are met with your and Hongjoongs body care now on the bottom of the tub. Letting out a sigh of relief you pick up the bottles. Feeling like a fool for letting some weird tv glitch get to you in such a way. Spooking you in your own home.

Quickly using the restroom yet you can’t shake this eerie feeling, your fight or flight is on high alert. You finish your business rather quickly. Yet the fear that is now warping itself into your body is another story. The creepy feeling is licking every inch of your skin, saturating you in a strange feeling. Washing your hands you can hear a noise in the distant background, on the opposite side of the door. Pushing your ear closely to the door you can faintly hear the Guerrilla melody playing. Letting out a relieved sigh, Hongjoong must’ve cut on his song again to edit it. Drying your hands on your pants, as you make way to grab the knob, your brain starts yelling at you not to. Your body is on high alert. Thinking you were still scared from earlier you open the door. Fear is now licking the bones of your spine, getting ready to feast upon you like you are its last meal.

Stepping a foot out you look down the hallway. Has it always been this dark? This terrifying? This menacing? You slowly make your way down the hall, fingers dragging slowly against the walls. The closer you get the more you hear the muffled noise of the song. Stepping fully into the living room, Hongjoong is nowhere to be seen. His phone is stuck between the cushions in an odd position. You quickly glance in the kitchen not seeing him in there either. Surely you would’ve heard him pass by the bathroom door…right?

Something small and white catches your eye, in front of the tv is a white box, the size of an engagement ring box. Rolling your eyes you get giddy, was this his way of proposing to you? Was this whole thing a set up to throw you off of his proposal trail? You and Hongjoong had been together for quite some time. He never had a normal way of doing things. The fear now leaving your body you fully walk up to the tv, not even realizing the screen is black, like it has been fully turned off once more. On top of the box is your name in gold encrusted lettering.

Biting your lip, you look behind you, still no Hongjoong in sight, you assume he’s waiting for you to open the box. Completely missing the way a shadow moves in the TVs reflection. Biting your lip, nervous to open the box. You slowly take the top off of it, the box has layers of white and red stained tissue paper in it? Why was the tissue paper wet?

Slowly you remove the tissue, trying to avoid touching the wet substance on it. Fully uncovering it, you let out a scream, completely dropping the box, causing the item in it to fall out, smacking the floor with a wet smack. It was an ear, a bloody severed ear, wait…was that Hongjoongs ear?! Wiping your hands on your shirt, tears streaming down your face, moving back so fast, your brain is running on a million miles, not focusing on much you bump into a hard object, not sure what is behind you, trying to clear your eyes of the pouring tears that are clouding them. You catch the reflection in the tv it’s one of the men in the fedoras from earlier, before you can even scream. He wraps a hand over your mouth, squeezing your face tightly. Causing you to sob harder into his hand.

He brings his lips to your ear, you slightly shift your body forward trying to put as much space between the both of you as you can.

“The disease is human emotion.”

He quietly whispers into your ear. Causing you to let out a muffled cry once more. The tv clicks on, the fedora men appear on tv, you notice only one is missing. You drop down to your knees trying to scramble away from the man. Your face slipping out of his grip, his nails knick your skin as you descend. He grabs the back of your shirt before you can get away. Dragging you towards the television. He puts one leg into the screen dragging your body along with him. Clawing at the floor you are screaming for Hongjoong to help you, not even knowing exactly where he is. Before the fedora man can fully pull you into the tv you catch a quick glimpse of what is written inside the lid of the box that was holding Hongjoongs ear.

‘Are you listening?’ written in what you are assuming is his blood.

The tv glitches, reverting back to the tv static screen, no signal bounces back and forth around on the screen. The apartment is now eerily quiet, with the muffled sound of a distorted version of Guerrilla playing. Is this the new world?

A/N: Now before anyone says some…I know HalaTeez are good guys, welp…In here they are bad guys😀. We love a group of evil fedora men who overthrow the government. I spent all night working on this, having to take multiple breaks because I was slowly creeping myself out😂. When you are working on something at 3:30am… with lack of sleep your mind starts to become your enemy, I thought a fedora man was going to pop up on my tv at any moment. Once again thank you to my soulmate for sharing their work and letting me add it to the thumbnail. Hope you all enjoy💙!

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Title: Infernal Deception

Pairings: Jongho X gn!reader X Yunho

Word count: 2,356

Genres: Horror, Smut, Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, Paranormal, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Enter at your own risk, Blood tw, knife tw, fire tw, magick, Voyeurism, Hate sex, Munipulation, Rituals, Jealous and possessive Yunho, rough sex, praise, endearing and degrading name calling, mentions of other ateez members and a stray kids member, I'm not sure what else I've missed so let me know.

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Author's note: I took time with this one and the first for the February Filth Fest! I'm still learning the ways so constructive criticism is most welcome.

I recommend these songs for this fic: Hell and Back by Self Deception, Precious by Ateez, Voices by Stray kids, Bad Things by I Prevail, Nightmare by Ashes to New, and Welcome to the Chaos by Fame on Fire.

Take in mind that I only post on tumblr. I do not want my works translated or reposted. Let me know if they are. Thank you!!

Disclaimer: No idols are true to any representation of the fic. They are merely face claims.

Taglist: @toxicccred @abiaswreck @choisanshine

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You always loved your inner circle of friends. Enough that you gave your heart to another, even over a year after such heartbreak of losing Yunho in tragic events. They all helped you anyway possible, but it was Jongho who you seemingly get the closest with Inviting you over after countless times at his home. He wanted to make this time a surprise. Blindfolding you, he led the way.

"My sweet darling, how pathetic you struggle to escape me" His voice condescending while gripped onto your hips. Smirking, though lost in pleasure hearing your whines and cries while he fucked up into you in the chair that centered the circle on the floor of the basement. Slowing down, he half halfheartedly teased you with the pace carefully reaching down gripping the handle of the dagger stuck in the floor.

Still blindfolded, you held his legs trying to make him stop with your safe word. Usually, he’d stop without question. Tonight, he didn’t listen and without knowing the reaction he’d have, scared you the most. 

“Don't you trust me? No, maybe it's You that took one of MY brothers away!!” Raising his voice with each word shouting on the last word, dripping venom driven hatred your way. Given no time to process his heart staking words, he stabbed the dagger into your arm then your leg pulling down on the handle with a maniacal laugh. Tearing a wailing scream from your throat, instinct taking over of getting away from him. "Scream all you want, no one going to hear you!!"

“Not yet baby.. We have a little ways to go…” Jongho snarled in your ear leaving you cradling your injured arm against your chest silently crying with your forehead on his shoulder. Hearing dripping hit the floor; you could only listen with fear in your soul as your heart galloped in your chest  

Jongho looked around making sure everything was in place in the corners of the ritual insignias within the circle to the candles burning in front of an ancient mirror hung onto the wall. Tossing the dagger gently to one edge of the insignias within the circle watching as your blood dripped onto it. He watched curiously watching a few more drops of your blood starting to spread with nothing happening.  Jongho began to get impatient until the next drop of blood from your body hit another insignia beside the chair causing a phenomenon to begin. 

A gentle wind picked up to cause the candle flames to sway. Voices in your head caused you to shiver, quickly covering your ears with a whimper.  Jongho glanced at you for a split second; looking up after seeing the ritual circle glow of reds and purples. The winds picking up rapidly, Knocking over the candles spilling the contents on the floor causing a fire to quickly spread licking the walls and floor in front of the duo outside the circle causing Jongho to go on high alert. He started to move until his eyes widened at the increasing volume of echoed voices from screaming, demonic growls, whispers, and crashes of nearby objects. Holding his hands over his ears after taking so much causing the entity in the room to laugh darkly. The light bulbs began to explode until one remained causing darkness to surround the duo. 

Jongho tried to steady his ragged breathing, lowering his hands looking around trying to see into the darkness. Squinting hard, his eyes widened realizing the mirror that once was whole, now was shattered. Swallowing hard he looks down at you shivering holding your free hand on your injured leg with a small groan. Glass crunches in the darkness causing chills down both your spines as footsteps approach. Jongho looked up watching a silhouette of something tall in the darkness circling them slowly much like a predator ready to strike at any given moment.

"What is your reason of summoning me here...?" A deep, yet powerful voice spoke from the dark figure's direction. One that seemingly sounded slightly familiar to you, if it wasn't laced with venomous hatred and snarling undertones.

"I want to see who I'm speaking with so we may discuss the ex-" Jongho stopped seeing the entity step forward from the darkness to the edge of the circle "change.." finishing the word quietly now seeing the figure better. Holding you close with one arm with your head on his shoulder he kept eye contact, though widened looking at the spitting image of his dead brother, Yunho. Sending chills through his spine under the intensity of the deadly gaze. At the same time hearing you whine softly, mumbling something under your breathe bringing your hands up to cover your ears again with what strength you had. Yunho stepped forward in strides through the circle stopping, eyes flashing after glancing at the wounds you bare from the weapon used.

"This exchange you claim was never yours to begin with" Yunho spat coldly looking at Jongho moving his hand slightly upwards. Chains moved from nearby wrapping around Jongho’s lower legs to the chair.

"What do you mean?! I did everything I was supposed to!" Jongho yelled out in anger to the elder. Yunho tilted his head with a stotic face taking a step forward. Leaning down, he gripped Jongho hair roughly, making the younger male grimace being inches away from each other, his eyes blazing pure golden red. His other hand slithering silently over your wounds letting his black fire lick them over. Searing and healing them in the process. Laying his free hand on your hip gently making you jump caressing your skin in soothing motions feeling you shake.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Master. One I won’t let you win” Yunho warned gripping the younger hair tighter in his fingers making Jongho screw his eyes tightly. Using the hand on your hip he cohort you slowly to start standing up making Jongho pull out of your heat. Throwing Jongho head forward with a snarl; he guided you backwards slowly out of reach of the other. Raising his hand and closing it in pure confidence caused more chains to hold Jongho in place. Jongho opened his mouth to protests to come to silence. Being satisfied at the work, he turned his attention to you putting his hands over yours gently lowering them. He squeezed them softly.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off, but close your eyes for me” Speaking in a much gentler tone. You swallowed and nodded. Taking a deep breathe you closed your eyes as instructed. Reaching around, Yunho carefully untied the Blindfold making sure it didn’t tangle in your hair letting it drop to the floor below.

“Do you trust me?” he asked you. You answered yes after slight hesitation making him bite his tongue and closing his eyes only to open them a moment later. Stepping closer to you after a moment of thought making sure not to scare you he made his decision. “Open your eyes for me”

Doing as you were told you opened your eyes slowly. Gasping, with wide eyes made your heart race. “Y..Yunho..?” you whispered not sure if this was a twisted trick of the mind or a dangerous reality. He gave you his sweet smile that you dearly missed. Walking and reaching out touching his hand afraid he’d fade away. When you felt his touch being indeed real, you rushed and hugged him. He reached up with his free hand creating caressing strokes from your hair to your upper back. “I’m here sweet Phoenix” He whispered to you keeping the sweet moment kissing your forehead making your heart flutter. Looking at him to make sure this was real you kissed Yunho catching him off guard. He gave the love in return making you want more.

“Yunho, I need you..” Whispering to him keeping eye contact. He hums pecking your lips looking over at Jongho. He moves his hand slightly causing Jongho to cough, but catch his breathe causing Yunho to smirk looking back at you. “Let’s put on a show for our guest, my love~”

Looking over at Jongho shooting a glare of your own at the person you thought you could trust to not break your heart to be deceitful. Jongho snarled struggling in the binds Yunho put him in. He only stopped hearing soft whispers that sounded close to his ears. Looking around in confusion from where the sounds came from with no source he shook his head shaking them off for him to jump afterwards looking down. His eyes widened seeing one of his fears of a feather crested black serpent covering his lap with its body looking up at him, the flicking its tongue with a warning hiss making him freeze. Yunho chuckled lowly watching the interaction.

“Befitting considering the circumstances of what you’ve done and have become. Now behave and watch the show”

“Whatever happens, let it come naturally. Don’t be afraid” Speaking clearly in your direction giving an affirming nod in return. He smiled kissing your head before he claimed you as his once again. Making sure you felt safe. He went to work prepping you, closely watching all your reactions and praised you lovingly. Hoisting you up to have you wrap your legs around him. He hummed in contentment lining up with you. Sinking into you slowly with a moan in sync with yours. “Fuck, you feel so good” Tilting his head back in pleasure until he bottomed out. You took deep breathes letting the pain recede. Tapping his arm was a signal that he followed pulling out then back in picking up a steady pace after a few thrusts. “That’s it, take all of me!” Growling deeply by your ear moving to the wall. Holding you closely with one arm using the wall as leverage; he picked up his pace thrusting into you. Hearing your moans sounded like a Siren’s song to his ears, alluring and addictive something he'd never get enough of.

“Daddy” Moaning out causing him to go faster, losing control. He growled emitting purple energy and black flames to erupt on his being engulfing his very being, changing him to what he truly is. “Say it again” Speaking deeply trailing a growl. Slamming his armored claws into the wall near your head forming cracks jolted you to open your eyes. You gasped now seeing what changes took over. He slowed his thrusts looking at you with a devilish smirk letting you see. Genuine curiosity took over long enough to catch the black armor on his legs and arms, his draconic features from his tail, eyes, horns, fangs, to his tattoos and his insignia. “Mmmm~ Like what you see, my guiding light?” Thrusting hard into you making you moan “Use your words” He growled by your ear.

“Yes daddy! Please go- AH- faster!” Yunho chuckled kissing your forehead and lacing one armored hand to your soft one. “As my baby wishes~ Shall be done!” He picked up pace loosing all self control with you. His black flames licking his skin burning over to you. Upon contact started to consume your being with no damages. It however created something special. The flames changing colour to Inferno orange shaping behind your back creating large wings, eye colour changing to a crystal purple, with any tattoos to glow simultaneously with his own. Yunho opened his eyes in amazement  feeling pride spread in his being. “My baby looks so damn ethereal!” he moans out feeling your walls clenched around him. “That’s it. Cum for me. I want your essence” Biting your neck causing you to be driven over the edge. He became sloppy with a few more thrusts releasing within your walls with a strangled moan riding out both your highs. He nuzzled into you taking care of the bite marks he left. “Mine” he softly growled staying in you for a little longer causing you to giggle and kissing his cheek. The fire that surrounded grew bigger before receding over your being healing any wounds and leaving a warm feeling.

“We belong to each other” He smiled hearing your words pecking your lips.

“How are we going to do this? I don’t want to leave this world and people might suspect things if they see you again”

“I mean there is always the options of being a pet or being attached to a piece of jewelry. I wouldn’t be far either way”

You nod thinking it over before going to having him as a pet. He pulled out of you kissing your head helping you get dressed agreeing with your decision. Yunho looked over at Jongho shaking in anger and fear. Walking over, Yunho locks eyes with the younger with a victorious smirk.

“What are you going to do to me?” Jongho questioned glaring. Yunho tilted his head bending down resting his arm on his leg locking eyes.

“That fate was already decided long ago. Ironic, how a serial killer doesn’t do deep research on rituals before doing them”

Jongho snarled and started thrashing, screaming in pure anger. He heard the hiss stopping taking rapid breathes, but keeps a glare on Yunho.

“I’m just playing the villian just as you wanted, but I’m taking what’s mine. I won’t leave you without company” Standing up he stands proud and tall. Turning he comes your way making sure your ready.

“I’m going to send you back to hell where you belong!!” Jongho yelled louder causing Yunho to laugh darkly, turning fully holding you against him.

“By the time they find your body, there wont be anything left to identify. Scream all you want, no one living will hear you…” Yunho coldly spat. He lead you to the stairs letting you go up first halfway turning to catch Jongho shake seeing the other people in the darkness though four stood out under the light. Heading upstairs he left them to join you closing the door to the basement to a crack.

Hearing the final light burst, you closed and locked the door muffling Jongho’s final screams as you both leave.

“Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Minho, Mingi… please no!!!”

[sunkifye]

pairing- park sunghoon x reader (ft. bsf jay) ; wc- 392 ; genre- supernatural au, alternate dimension au, high school au

how could you possibly be expected to pay attention in school after the events of last night? seriously, your physics teacher’s spiel was the least of your worries right now.

your best friend’s words were going through one ear and out the other as you thought about one thing, and one thing only. (which definitely was not physics)

“-and that’s why I was exempt from the test. crazy luck, right?”

“mhm”

“are you even listening to me?” jay said in a stern tone, snapping you out of your daydreams.

“I’m listening!” you reassured your friend, just for him to raise his eyebrows in return.

“you know, some people are trying to pay attention to the lesson,” you huffed before setting your gaze back onto the whiteboard at the front of the room, drifting off into your daydreams once more.

“oh and y/n, I was wondering if you were free tonight cause maybe we could go-”

“do you think I’ll ever see sunghoon again?” you mutter, cutting off jay.

“alien boy?” he asks, scrunching up his nose as if he just smelled something horrendous.

“he’s not an alien, jay!” you exclaimed in a hushed voice, slapping him lightly on the shoulder.

“he’s from another dimension, that basically makes him an alien,” jay stated, making you roll your eyes.

“we should go visit him again,” you suggest. now jay was the one rolling his eyes.

“y/n, the portal disappeared. we’re not gonna see him again,” jay whispered.

“but what if it comes back?” you say, causing jay to shake his head no. unlike jay, you were hopeful that the portal would reappear again and that you would see the “alien boy” once more. you were determined to see him again.

“I’m gonna go look for it tonight,” you decided, closing your notebook and shoving it into your backpack.

“well I’m not going with you,” jay scoffs as he crosses his arms and slumps down into his chair.

“suit yourself,” you shrug before zipping your bag shut.

jay opened his mouth to say something before getting interrupted by a ringing bell, signaling the end of last period.

“alright class that’s all for today! remember, your lab questions from yesterday are due tomorrow!” your teacher calls out as you sling your backpack over your shoulder and dash out of the classroom, leaving jay behind.

author’s note— this is basically a part of a sunghoon fic (which might bc a mini series) that I wanna write. pls tell me if I should write this fic or not 🙏 also I won’t be starting it until I’m done with my ni-ki smau 😘

I also looove writing jay as the second male lead LMAO (like writing him as the most amazing man yet never getting picked in the end for some reason??) I’m so brutal PLS FORGIVE ME

[marriiemeii]

Endless Moment Chapter List

svt x multiple ocs

status: ongoing

tags: vampires, witches, supernatural creatures, romance, drama, comedy, born vampires, turned vampires, abilities

synopsis: In a world where there's supernatural creatures hiding amongst the humans, we find that there are many things that happen behind the scenes in order to keep the peace.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

[altheasmeadow]

The Whole Being Dead Thing

Warning: mentions of death, graveyards cussing

Summary: In which they both are kind of dead, and maybe he can lend a helping hand.

The graveyard was eerily quiet as Lee Know walked between each grave, though he never died and actually was born half dead, it didn’t stop him from resonating with the area any less, finding the most peace as he sat beside the graves of his sister who had been killed after being turned to a strigoi. 

The man walked idly through the graves, careful not to step on any of them, making his way to his sister’s grave. He was almost there when he heard a sniffle, turning in the direction of the sound, he spotted a woman with black hair and brown eyes looking down at a plot with tears streaming down her face. Seeing that she was just mourning he moved to continue on his way until he saw her shifting in and out of visibility, he looked around frantically before rushing to her side, throwing his jacket on her to cover her shifting.

“What’re you doing? You’re going to exxpose yourself!” He panicked, trying to cover her from view as people passed on the street nearby.

“What’re you talking about?” The woman asked increduously as she looked up at the strange man, not aware of her powers acting out.

“Look lady, I don’t know what you are but if you keep phasing in and out of visibility you will expose the supernatural world all together.” Lee Know scolded, watching as the woman looked down at her hands to see that she was indeed fading in and out.

“Shit, sorry I’m still getting used to all of this.”

“What are you?” He asked as he tilted his head to gaze at the woman.

“Uh my body is stuck in some sort of limbo, I go in and out of this plane and the ghost plane.” She explained, looking down at the grave below her. “It just happened, there was a fire with one of my mom’s inventions, I stood too close and got cursed like this, everyone else died.” 

“I’m sorry for your loss, my sister passed away not too long ago as well.” He sympathized, placing a hand on her shoulder just for it to fall through as she phased yet again. 

“I can maybe help you with the whole being dead thing? Just so you  don’t go around exposing all of the supernatural.” He offered awkwardly, not wanting her to get the wrong idea of his help. 

The woman smiled up at the man, who gave a sheepish smile back, not knowing.

[heexseung]

꒰ 🌧 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；caeruleum ❜

* pairing: vampire!heeseung x afab!reader

* tags: smut, fluff, romantic, human!reader, degradation (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), mentions of free use, handjob (m. receiving), overstimulation (m. receiving), bratty!heeseung / switchy!heeseung if you squint, cunnilingus, body worship [kinda] (f. receiving)

* summary: because you two were loud last time, rumours have been spreading around about you two, causing you to receive a lot of unwanted attention from your peers.

* word count: 10k

* a/n: hello babes !! omg i almost forgor about this- but i DIDNT SAUR ENJOY THIS REPOST <3333 tysm for all ur support i wish u the loveliest days ahead c: and if you wish to come drop by my twitch streams, you can dm me and ill gib u my link ehheeheheheh ok thanks baiii

Even on weekends, you'd typically spend all of your free time cooped up in your tiny dorm, studying. Your timetable consists of waking up, getting ready, going to classes, studying and sleeping. You don't really do anything else and you don't really go outside much either.

It's not that you're in love with learning, although you do like learning — it's just that you don't really have anything else to do. Nothing interests you and oftentimes, you'd get so bored that you just end up thinking, well, the books are right there. Might as well do some studying. At least it'll give me something to do.

You thought about going outside and seeing the world; the world that is so unknown to you and many other humans out there, the world that any human would be extremely lucky to see… yet you can't bring yourself to step outside of your dorm unless it's for classes. You wish you had more courage to do so but after your first day here, you decided that it's best to lay low and not bring any attention to yourself. After all, your existence here is already controversial enough.

Thus, you live your life like this. It's boring and repetitive… but it's not like you're doing anything to actually change it. Plus, being here is something that you've always wanted to do ever since you were a kid, so it's not all bad and despite the less than ideal treatment you've got during your time here, there's still nowhere else you'd rather be at.

Besides, the isolation, gossip and rumours don't bother you much anyway. It'll never be as bad as the first week and you're thankful that everyone here usually lets you be — that is, usually.

Lately, you've come to notice that people are gossiping about you again but you're not sure why. You can't really hear what they're saying nor can you really ask someone about it… but you doubt it's because you're human, they've already gossiped about that on your first week here.

Maybe it has something to do with your lab partner, Heeseung. After all, the gossip did start right after the day you hooked up with him. But you doubt it.

Speaking of your lab partner, you wonder where he's been all this time. It's been a couple of days since you last saw him, he didn't even come to class two days ago. You hope he's okay.

You don't think you'll see him today either. After all, you both only share one class together, Intermediate Alchemy, and you don't have that class today. Even so, for some reason, there's a part of you that hopes to see him today anyway, maybe because he's the only person who's actually kind to you here. Everyone else would just ignore you.

As you walk down the hallway to go back to your dorm, the faint sound of an unfamiliar melody stops you in your tracks. You do a double-take, is what you're hearing what you think you're hearing?

It is.

It's the piano.

Someone's playing the piano, and beautifully so. Such beautiful and delicate melodies played with such grace, you can't help but think to yourself, a complex piece like this must take days to learn how to play. Who's playing it? And what piece is this?

Thus, you follow the faint sound of the grand piano, hoping to find the talented person playing it. Besides, you're in no rush anyway.

After a few seconds of walking, you find yourself standing in front of a closed classroom door. The sound of the piano is still a bit hard to hear properly but you don't want to open the door and disturb the person playing so you press your ear against the door, trying to listen to the piano piece as discretely as you can.

Thank God the hallway is empty or else there'd be more weird rumours about me, you can't help but think to yourself while silently chuckling.

But all too quickly, like less than a minute or so, the melodies stop playing. You wait for a few seconds to see if they'd continue but instead, you hear the faint sound of footsteps coming closer to you. You barely have enough time to detach yourself from the door and look unsuspicious before the door suddenly opens and an annoyed looking Heeseung peeks out.

However, his expression quickly changes to a surprised one as he sees you standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Now with his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised, he opens the door a bit more as he looks at you. A moment of silence passes by until you awkwardly clear your throat to break the silence.

"Um, hi," you say to him, hoping that he's not annoyed at you for listening in on him.

"Ah… hi…" he shyly says. His left hand scratches the back of his head as his eyes move away from you, but only for a moment. "Sorry, I, uh… I thought you were... one of those people."

His tone is sharp and annoyed and he rolls his eyes as he says the last two words but then he looks at you again and gives you a smile that reaches his eyes.

You reply, "No, no. I'm sorry I… kinda listened in on you."

"Kinda?" He asks with a teasing tone, his smirk is evident.

You laugh in response. It's short but the lightheartedness of the laugh still manages to dissipate the awkwardness between you two. Heeseung leans against the door frame with a smile and softly says, "It's okay."

And then he pauses. It feels as if some words are meant to be spoken here, right at this moment, but there's only silence as he stares at you. A couple of seconds later, he continues, "Um… do you wanna come in?"

Hell yeah. You've never seen this room and you're curious.

It seems that your facial expressions tell him your answer loud and clear. He gives you a bigger smile, the kind of smile that one can't stop from appearing even if they tried, and takes your hand in his to pull you into the room with him. His hand feels slightly warmer than yours and something that surprises you is the fact that his hand feels like it fits you more than your own. It makes you feel strange... knowing that even your own hands, hands that were created to fit perfectly into each other…

All your life, you've always thought that there's no way someone else's hands would ever fit into yours as perfectly as yours do but as his hand holds yours, guiding you to take a seat in front of the grand piano, you think to yourself, maybe I was wrong.

Brushing your weird thoughts away, you pull your hand away from his and look around the room. It's a bit dark in here because the curtains are closed but you can still make out what's inside the medium shaped room; some bookcases at the wall, a whiteboard at the front, some musical instruments at the left side and this grand piano at the right. Other than that, it's pretty empty which makes it appear more spacious than it actually is.

After putting your sling bag down on the floor beside you, Heeseung, now sitting next to you, starts playing a different tune than before and you watch as his pretty hands gracefully move from one key to another, you listen to the unfamiliar yet beautiful piece of composition.

Soon, the music grows in pace and intensity, you can feel the composer's passion as it goes on. Then it slows down to a soft and romantic pace, somehow reminding you of the beauty of nature despite being in a dark room with none, and then a moment later, it grows again until it eventually comes to a really slow and soft tune that reminds you of the gentleness of a mother bird singing to its nestlings. As you listen to him play, you feel like you're being kept at the edge of your seat, following the music as if you're a leaf in a stream of water. It's exhilarating, really. You didn't know music could do such a thing.

By the time he finishes playing, you're in awe of his talent in playing the piano, fully knowing that playing such beautiful composition takes a lot of time and effort. Before you could compliment him, he's already speaking, "Do you like it? It's called Dreams of Love by Franz Liszt."

"Yeah," you say, a bit breathlessly, just now realising that you've been holding your breath. "Wow, you're so talented."

His laugh is soft in your ears. "Thank you."

Turning to him, you look him in the eyes and say, "I didn't know you could play piano so beautifully."

Your words make him blush a bit; a soft shade of pink dusts his ears and cheeks — it reminds you a bit of the intimate moment you shared with him a couple of days before. As he murmurs a shy thank you, it becomes a bit awkward between you two again. Heeseung starts fiddling with his fingers and he opens his mouth as if to speak but he closes it back after a second or two.

Eventually, he does speak but his voice is devoid of all lightheartedness from before and his face shows a sorrowful expression. "Look," he sighs and turns to look at you. "I should apologise for the… uh… well, the last time, um, you know." He then gives a frustrated groan, burying his face in his hands at his failed attempt to communicate his thoughts to you. "I'm sorry, I- We… we shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."

You can only stare at him in disbelief. "What?" You say, your tone sounding a bit too harsh for both of your likings.

Truthfully, his words hurt you, more much than you'd like to admit. In a way, you kind of gave him a part of you, you showed him your vulnerability and you let him touch you in ways you'd never let strangers or even regular friends do... and now he tells you he regrets it. It hurts and you feel a bit embarrassed. You enjoyed your time with him but unfortunately, you guess he doesn't feel the same.

Suddenly, Heeseung realises that what he just said is probably the worst thing he could ever say to you. He quickly tries to take it back, "Wait- nonono, I meant-"

But you're already standing up to leave, not really wanting to hear whatever else he has to say. As you move, he gets up with you, his tone starting to sound desperate as he calls out to you. "No wait, please, please don't leave. I don't think you understand me."

And to think that I thought we could actually be friends.

You might sound a bit dramatic but you can't help what you feel. Now your relationship with him feels weird and awkward. You just want to quickly leave.

Right as you're in front of the door, he grabs your arm as a last attempt to stop you. Calling your name again, he pleads with you, "Please listen to me, it's not what you think. I-"

With wide eyes, his breath hitches as he stops himself from continuing, a bit mortified at what he almost blurt out. You only give him a confused look with an eyebrow raised. After a moment of just staring at each other in silence, he finally breathes out a worried sigh and surprisingly rests his head on your shoulder while intertwining his hand with yours. But what's more surprising is the fact that you don't have the heart to push him away.

What a weird person, you think. First he tells me he regrets having sex with me and now he does this.

"I'm sorry. I'm a mess when I'm with you," he murmurs, his face heating up at the confession.

As much as your heart beats faster at his words, you can't help but ask yourself, why? You're just a human. Heeseung can't possibly like you, could he? He has many other suitors that would be more than elated to be with him. Maybe he means that you just make him nervous — you wouldn't be surprised if you do since you make many people here nervous by just breathing.

Just as you're about to say something, you hear footsteps coming near you both, along with the sound of people talking... surprisingly about you. Although you're not new to people gossiping and spreading rumours about you, it does pique your curiosity; you've always wondered what people say about you behind your back.

On the first week, you heard people saying that you came from a rich family that had relations with the university's administrative staff or that a supernatural family adopted you or that you're not really human. Those were only the light rumours. Sometimes, when walking to class, you'd hear people say that you're working undercover for the human government, that you're only here to destroy the supernatural space and that everyone should be wary of you.

It makes you a bit sad, to be honest, because those words couldn't be further from the truth. However, you don't particularly blame them; humans haven't exactly been nice to the supernaturals, so you try to not take offence.

This time, however, the rumours are something else and it seems to involve not just you but someone else too.

"There's no way that happened," someone irritatedly says. If you could see them right now, there's no doubt in your mind that they'd be rolling their eyes.

"I'm just saying what everyone else is saying," another person says, their tone more nonchalant than the other’s.

"God, I swear, rumours are so dumb, like Heeseung and Y/N fucking in the dorms, really?" Your eyes go wide at the revelation, is that what everyone's talking about? But how did they know? And why is it a huge deal if I get laid? It doesn't make sense to you.

The same person continues, their voice growing louder as they walk closer to where you're standing, "This sounds as ridiculous as the time when everyone was saying that Jake fucked 100 people."

"Ah, but this one could actually be true," the other person thoughtfully says.

"What? Don't tell me you actually believe-"

"There are people who said they heard them," they say as a matter-of-factly, their voice now growing fainter as they pass by you but you can still hear the change of tone in their voice, now sounding more intrigued, "They say she edged him a couple of times and he wouldn't stop begging her to fuck him." Chuckling, they continue, "Must be a fun time."

Heeseung buries his head deeper into your shoulder as they say that, his hair tickles your neck a bit but you don't mind. Plus, you're more focused on their conversation, so much that you almost don't feel his hand tightening his hold on yours.

At the same time, you hear the former laugh and say, "You're so fucking weird."

Their conversation doesn't stop there but that's all you're able to hear, they're too far for you now. However, you're pretty sure Heeseung can still hear them — after all, his hearing is better than yours could ever be. But now that you know what everyone's talking about, you understand why he said what he said. He's surely not fond of the gossip about you two. You feel a bit sorry about it and despite knowing that it's not really your fault that people gossip about you, it doesn't really make you feel better.

A while later, Heeseung finally speaks again but he still doesn't move away from you and his voice sounds grim, a contrast to his usual demeanour, at least from what you've seen. "Sorry. It's my fault. I should've been more careful."

You try to look at him, a bit confused at what he's saying but he's hiding his face from you so you instead simply ask him, "Huh?"

He takes a deep breath as if trying to gather his confidence. Then, he pulls away from you and you're now able to see his face clearly. Ah, so that's why he was hiding.

With an obvious blushing face, he says, "It's not that I regret it, of course not, it's just that I think we should've done it elsewhere because obviously, people could hear and it was so stupid of me for not thinking about that." He gives out a frustrated sigh and continues, his voice soft and sad, "I guess I got carried away... I'm sorry."

Another moment of awkward silence as you try to make sense of what's going on. When you finally do, you can't help but question him, your voice almost as soft as his, "Why are you apologising?"

Giving you a surprised look, he pauses for a moment as he contemplates his answer. "D-doesn't the gossip bother you?"

He looks so sad that you just can't help but tenderly hold his face, making him look at you as you reassure him, "Heeseung, people always talk about me. It's nothing new. If anything, I should apologise since you got dragged into it."

Quickly objecting, he blurts out, "No, it's my fault! If I would've been more careful- if I haven't been thinking with my dick instead of my brain, this wouldn't have happened and you wouldn't have hated me and everything would've been fine and-"

You've never seen him look so distraught before. Seeing him being so uncharacteristically talkative worries you because despite knowing little of him, you do know one thing; he's not the type to word vomit, he always thinks things through before he speaks his mind and when he speaks, his words are fully thought-out. He may stutter here and there but they'd still seem thought-out and planned. Now, seeing him not able to do so and just desperately speaking, trying to convince you that he's at fault... it just doesn't sit right with you. How long had this issue been on his mind? And to what extent does he blame himself?

"Heeseung, calm down."

But he doesn't. He seems to be fully inside his mind, blurting out words as much as he can as if he's blurting out days' worth of worries. You're not sure what to do to calm him down but in a state of panic and with your hands already on his face, you pull him close and kiss him, hoping that the shock would be enough to stop him from overthinking.

Fortunately, it works. He gives a soft muffled sound as your lips touch his and then everything gets quiet. Still, he doesn't kiss you back, most likely too shocked at your actions. The kiss itself isn't long, you don't let it nor need it to be — you pull back a few seconds later. Looking into his almost teary eyes, you apologise for the sudden kiss, "Sorry, I didn't know-"

You're pretty sure he wasn't listening to you because now the tables have turned; now, he's kissing you and the kiss he gives you is way different than your attempt to get him to calm down — it's intense, messy, desperate and so intoxicating that you almost forgot to kiss him back.

When you do kiss him back, his actions only become more desperate. His hands constantly move; first from his sides to your shoulder, then to hold your face, then to your arm as he pushes you against the door, then to your waist, almost as if he's trying to make sure that you're really here. His lips never stop moving to press open-mouthed kisses to yours and as he does so, a small part of you can't help but feel like he's offering every part of him to you through the kiss, stealing your breath away in the process.

Eventually, you both pull away, needing to breathe. For a while, you both stare into each other's eyes. Heeseung rests his forehead against yours, his lips a bit swollen as he pants and his breath feels hot against your lips.

After a moment of intense silence, he speaks, his voice sounding a bit hoarse and it's as if he's talking to himself rather than to you. "You don't hate me."

You reply, "Of course not. How could I?" Gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, you whisper, "You're the only person here who's been kind to me."

Something in his eyes changes — you're unable to pinpoint exactly what it is but you don't ask either. He gulps, still breathing heavily, still looking into your eyes and then asks you with a soft wavering voice, "Why did you kiss me?"

It isn't his question that catches you by surprise but the look in his eyes that make him seem like he's expecting or hoping for a certain answer. If you were to look away, you could answer him honestly; "it was to help calm you down" but you can't look away, not when he's staring at you so intensely, not when he looks like he's begging you to say something specific as he waits for your answer. Your breath hitches as you think, unsure of what to say to him.

But it seems that you were silent for way too long. Breaking eye contact with you to look at the ground, Heeseung takes a step back and his hand rubs the back of his neck for a short moment.

"Did you only kiss me to shut me up?" He chuckles after he says that but the slight bitterness in his voice is evident.

"I'm sorry, I panicked. I was trying to calm you down," you eventually say.

He simply stares at you as if you just said the most absurd thing ever; eyes wide, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open. After realising that you're actually serious, he grabs your hand and slowly brings it to rest on his chest, giving you the chance to pull your hand away at any moment if you wish. "Can you feel it?" He softly asks.

You know what he's talking about — his heartbeat right underneath your fingertips... but you can't feel it nor hear it. Thus, you replace your hand with your ear, resting your head on his chest as you try to at least hear his heartbeat.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.

It's faint but you can hear it... and it's beating quite fast for a vampire. You've heard that vampires have a slower heart rate than everyone else's and right now, you'd say his heart is beating pretty fast, just slightly above an average human's. You can feel his breathing too, it's a bit laboured.

When you pull away to look back up at him, you're greeted by a blushing Heeseung who asks you with a small smile, "Get it?"

Is he trying to say that you make him nervous?

Shaking your head no at him, you're still a bit confused as to what he's trying to convey. At your response, he sighs, runs his hand through his hair and then whispers to you, "How am I supposed to calm down when you're kissing me?"

That's when the realisation hits you. "Oh..." you whisper, now getting it.

"Yeah..." he whispers back then lightly chuckles. Placing his hand on the door behind you a moment later, he leans into you and continues in a low voice, "You wanna know how you can calm me down?"

That low voice makes you feel weird things, you just can't resist entertaining him when he speaks like that. "What?" You ask, your voice also low.

"You can hug me." Raising an eyebrow at him, you hum for him to continue, a bit surprised at the answer. "I like hugs," he continues with a boyish smile.

"You want a hug?"

With the same smile, he softly says, "Yeah."

"If you say please, I'll give you one."

He wastes no time. "Please," he says with a bright smile and hopeful eyes.

How could you say no to him when he looks so cute? So you hug him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately hugs you back, his grip on you a bit tight but you don't mind, not when he feels so warm and comforting.

After a long moment of just hugging each other, you can't help but playfully ask, "Are you calm now?"

"I don't know," he starts. "Maybe you can check my pulse to find out?"

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he says that. You're not sure what he's hoping to get out of it — maybe he just wants your hands on his neck... or maybe he just likes to tease you. Whatever it is, you can't help but roll your eyes.

Suddenly, a fun idea pops up inside your head and you nonchalantly reply, "Okay."

Grabbing his face with both of your hands, you pull his head back to look at his neck. As your hands move to make him look up, your eyes take in every millimetre of his neck, specifically the spaces underneath his jawline, trying to find a pulse. Fortunately, it doesn't take you a long time.

"W-wait wait wait wait-" He gasps as your tongue probes at his pulse, his hands now moving to grip your shoulders. You only did it to tease him — you like it when he's flustered, but surprisingly, you can actually feel his pulse underneath your tongue. Intrigued, you pause your actions to count his heart rate, as weird and funny as that sounds.

You're not really surprised when you feel it beating rapidly. After a few seconds, he gives out a shaky exhale and says, "Is this a normal thing humans do?"

You chuckle at his words and then quickly bite down on the spot. He gives out a choked moan in response and further tightens his grip on your shoulder. "Aw, is baby flustered?" You tease him, unable to help yourself.

He can only whine your name as your tongue starts swirling around the same spot.

"You're so responsive... I love it," you whisper to him, your voice making him shiver. "And to think, I'm only playing with your neck. Is it that sensitive?"

As you start sucking on the small bit of skin in between your teeth, his jaw moves in an attempt to answer you but you don't hear his voice at all — he doesn't speak, not even when you're done giving him a hickey, not even when you're done giving him three. Pulling back, you take a moment to admire the small bruises on his neck but as time goes by and nothing changes, you begin to realise something.

"Why aren't they disappearing?" You comment, a bit alarmed.

However, Heeseung doesn't seem that concerned. He shrugs it off and replies with half-lidded eyes, "Ah, it's fine, it'll go away eventually."

"Is that normal?" You ask, still a bit hesitant.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry."

Deciding to take his word for it, you continue leaving hickeys on his neck. He hums in approval, his breathing hot and heavy and you eventually lose count of how many you actually gave him. When you pull back to look at his neck again, it's already half-covered with small bruises; all of them still bright red.

Just the sight of it makes something inside you snap and you can't help but ask him, "You don't mind me touching you right, Hee baby?"

With his head a bit dizzy, Heeseung struggles a bit to speak, "N-no, you can... you can touch me all you want."

"I can touch you anywhere?" You smirk, already knowing what you're going to do to him.

"Anywhere you want," he softly replies.

At his words, your hands waste no time moving to his torso, touching every part of it from his shoulders, then to his collarbones, then to his chest. His breath hitches when your hands move across his nipples but you don't stop to play with them — you continue moving your hands down to his abdomen. As you do so, you ask him, "I can touch you here?"

"Mhmm." His eyes automatically close as he says that, wanting to focus on your hands touching his body.

Seeing him relaxed and full of anticipation at the same time only spurs you on and so, you move one of your hands to squeeze his ass. He gasps and jumps in response, not expecting that to happen.

"What about here?" Your teasing tone only seems to make him melt.

"Y-yeah," he breathlessly says as he rests his head on your shoulder, his hands now gripping your waist.

Further teasing him, you slowly move your hand from his ass to grip his dick through his pants. "Even here?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow.

He can't stop himself from moaning and pushing back into your hand at the contact. But before he could reply, you're already talking while feeling him up, "Wow, you're already kinda hard. Does this turn you on, hm? Being groped like a whore?"

Giving out another moan, he starts grinding into your hand as if to show you how turned on he is. He doesn't say anything but you can practically guess what he's thinking right inside his head; feel it, feel how hard you make me. You push your hand against his dick harder and he hisses in response. "You like that? Being my whore? Letting me play with your dick however I want, whenever I want?"

"Yes," he moans. "Just use me."

"Now, now. Where are your manners?" You ask as your other hand starts playing with his left nipple through his shirt.

At first, he stays quiet for a while, not wanting to answer you but as your fingers pinch his nipple, he jumps and squeaks out, "Please!"

"Please what?" You can feel his dick getting harder through his pants and just to tease him further, you play with his tip, pressing and swirling your thumb against it over and over again.

With a groan, he relents surprisingly quickly, "Please use me how-however you want. I really need your hands on me, please."

"I'm already touching you though?"

"No..." He trails off with a hiss. "Can I please take off my pants?"

As you feign thinking, he hurriedly continues, "Please, I need to feel your hands on my dick, please? I'll do whatever you want, I'm your whore. Just please touch me, it feels really good. I need it so much. Please."

"Needy today, huh?" It's a bit surprising, honestly, you were expecting him to give more of a fight based on the last time you hooked up, but nevertheless, he's still cute. Plus, it makes your job easier.

In response, he just hums, simply agreeing with whatever you're saying without a second thought. Satisfied with his pleas and answers, you tell him that he can take his pants off and he quickly does so, his movements hurried and sloppy, desperate to get it off as quick as he can. Once his pants are discarded on the floor like a metre away, you pull him into you by gripping his hips and then you pin him to the door right behind you.

Immediately, he leans against it and his hands go to grip your waist again but you quickly grab his wrists and pin them right beside his head. Leaning closer to his ear, you sternly tell him, "Keep your hands there, got it?"

He gulps and nods at your authoritative tone. You then take a good look at his dick since you didn't really get to last time — you notice that it's lanky, average girth, with a slight curve to the left and circumcised. It's also hard but that's already obvious. In a way, it suits him and you think it's pretty, just like him.

When you look back up at him, you can't help but smile at the shy expression he gives you. Whispering into his ear, you say, "You have such a pretty dick... but do you know how to use it?"

Biting his lip, he slowly shakes his head no. As your right hand go to unbutton his shirt, you continue, unable to mask the excitement in your voice, "Well that doesn't matter. I can always teach you how." You let your fingers brush along his shaft, your touch barely there as you continue, "And when you do learn, I might let you fuck me one day." The response he gives you is cute; he quickly nods his head and pleads with you. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," he gasps, trying his best to not buck his hips. "Please."

"Alright, baby." Finally deciding to give him what he wants and put him out of his misery, you spit on your hand and start stroking his dick. Your spit makes your hand move easily and after a few moments of stroking, he gives out a loud moan, throwing his head back when you suddenly squeeze his dick — hard.

"You want people to hear us again?" You teasingly comment.

He nods and replies, "Yes... wanna... let them know... how... good you make me... feel."

"How dirty." You can't stop your smile of fondness from appearing or the chuckle that comes right after.

"I'm... your whore... remember?" Despite being paired with gasps and moans, his remark still manages to come out playful.

"Go ahead then, baby." He whimpers as your hand starts stimulating his tip. "Let everyone know who's making you feel so good. Your voice is too pretty for you to be quiet anyway."

Your right hand finally finishes unbuttoning his shirt. Without wasting any second, you touch his bare skin, running your hand all over his torso. His body's response intrigues you; everywhere your fingers go, his skin beneath you twitches and you're just using your hands. Imagine using your mouth — luckily, you don't need to imagine since he's right there.

The sound of his moan is so loud this time that it almost echoes across the room if it weren't for the room having many carpets. And to think that all you did was lick his chest. Granted, you did pinch his nipple while tightly squeezing his balls as you do so but who cares? He's so fun to play with, you just want to keep him like this for hours... but unfortunately, you're pretty sure that class is about to start soon, which means many people walking through the hallways.

Thus, you pick up the pace, trying to get him to quickly reach his high. Your left hand quickly moves up and down his shaft, your right hand goes to fondle his balls and your mouth starts sucking on one of his nipples — you doubt he's going to last long since his body is so sensitive. And based on his constant moaning and twitching, you can tell that you're right.

As you continue, he suddenly speaks, "I... I can't get our first time out of my head. I-it's like- it's like you're... haunting me." He moans when you lightly bite down on his nipple, his hips accidentally bucking into your hand. "Every time I close my eyes... I remember it again... I see it vividly... and I... I want to do it again with you... Did you... put a love spell on me... or something?"

As he continues to talk, a small uneasy feeling makes itself known to you — the kind of feeling that makes you feel as if something is wrong. It makes you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion as to what it could possibly be... but as you look at the man in front of you, you quickly understand. Just one look at him and you can tell that he's not in his right state of mind and you're pretty sure that he's just blurting out whatever's coming to his mind at this time. You can't shake away the thought that whatever he's saying right now is too private. You don't believe you should hear this, at least, not right now.

Worrying that he might end up regretting whatever he's saying, you tell him, "Heeseung, I don't want to hear anything else come out of your mouth except those pretty sounds you make, okay?"

And just to be safe, you insert two of your fingers into his mouth. As your fingers press against his tongue, he hums in response, closing his mouth and then he starts sucking on them. His tongue swirls around your fingers as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes.

Your hand goes to abuse his tip, your thumb swirling the precum around and pressing down on it again and again while your other hand continues to keep his mouth busy. His body shakes at your actions and suddenly, he quickly pulls your hand away from his mouth to say something.

"I'm gonna cum, what if-"

"You can cum, Hee baby. Go on, cum for me. You can do that for me, right?" Your voice sounds so sweet that he just wants to do whatever you say.

"But it- it's gonna get messy..." he whines and trails off. Despite his worries, his hips start bucking uncontrollably into your hand, trying to catch his high anyway — he doesn't want to stop but a small part of his conscious brain still worries about how he'll clean up his mess.

"Don't worry, baby. We can clean it up," you reassure him. "Go on, be a good boy and cum for me. And keep your hands back up."

"Okay- I..." He puts his hands back up and sucks in a deep breath as he feels himself reaching his high. That conscious part of him from earlier disappears and now, he's almost chanting, "Thank you. Thank you thank you thank-"

The moment you start harshly sucking on his neck again, he's gone; with a loud and long moan, his hips thrust into your hand and streams of cum messily come out of him, getting all over your hand, onto your pants and even onto the floor. His body is shuddering and his eyes are rolled to the back of his head as your hand starts milking him for all he's got.

You coo at him, "Good boy, baby. Such a good boy for me."

"Please-" He squeaks, head thrown back against the door. You don't stop touching him though, not even when his streaks of cum stop coming out, not even when he starts uncontrollably trembling at every touch of your hand. One of your hands continues to quickly stroke his dick while the other fondles his balls, alternating from left and right. As you squeeze them, he gasps and whimpers your name.

"You're being such a good boy, baby... just taking whatever I give you." You start licking his chest, from his navel to his nipple. Heeseung shuts his eyes tight as his body continues to tremble against his will, his hands now in fists beside his head. As you play with his nipple, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it, his back arches and he can't stop himself from thrusting in and out of your hand.

"You can cum for me one more time, right?"

He groans in response, nodding. "A-a... any... thiiing... f-for... y-you."

Letting go of his nipple to whisper in his ear, you say, "Right, you did say that you're my whore."

"Y-yes, yes, yes." He gasps.

So you continue touching and stimulating him until he cums again. Throughout it, he doesn't speak at all, only making pretty noises while his body trembles. It doesn't take long before he cums again. This time, it comes as a surprise — he didn't tell you that he's close. Perhaps he, himself didn't know that he was or maybe he wasn't paying attention, too busy being lost in his own bliss. Either way, based on his reaction, it seems that he's also surprised; he cums with a scream, his voice echoes throughout the room, his eyes tightly closed, and his hips stop moving but he's still trembling all over as another shot of his cum comes out of him.

So gorgeous.

You slow down your movements, not wanting to push him too much, until you eventually stop. Heeseung pants in front of you, looking helpless and blissed out.

"See, I knew you had it in you." As you slowly coax him back to reality, you slowly become aware of how uncomfortably wet your panties are. But you push that aside for now.

It takes him a moment to come back to reality and when he does, he still feels a bit dizzy. His hands go to grip your shoulder and waist for support and you hug him to soothe and comfort him, rubbing your hand on his back — the hand that's cleaner than the other. A moment later, he breathes out a soft thank you, feeling a bit spent.

"I'll... clean everything up," he breathlessly says while hugging you. You pat his head while his arms wrap themselves tightly around you.

"That's okay, baby. I have tissues in my bag. We'll clean it up together, yeah?"

He doesn't answer you and instead, asks for a kiss. Of course, you give it to him. How could you ever say no to this man? The kiss is unsurprisingly hot, heavy and messy, your tongues intertwine together just like your breaths. He moans into it and then pulls back to kiss your neck.

"Your turn?" He whispers into your neck, his breath hot against it. You close your eyes as he starts kissing and licking your neck, his tongue hot and wet swirling on a certain spot. You grab his shoulder as he continues, and then, a moment later, you feel his sharp fangs graze against your neck but before you could make sense of what's happening, he quickly pulls away, stopping himself.

"Sorry, can I-" He gives out a shaky breath. "I wanna... make you cum." He whispers out the last part. It was so soft that you almost didn’t hear it.

"You wanna make me cum?" You whisper back, your eyes still closed, now fully aware of the tension in between your legs.

"Yeah." His hands tenderly touch your body as he says that, going down from your shoulder to your breast and finally coming to rest on your waist.

"Sure."

He kisses you again but compared to your last few kisses, this one's short. Pulling away from you, he says, "We should- uh... change positions? Would it be easier for you?"

"Ah, yeah, okay." Despite your voice sounding nonchalant, your pussy throbs at the anticipation of finally getting the attention it craves. After you both change positions, with you now leaning against the wall and him in front of you, his hands go to unbutton your shirt and unhook your bra as he kisses you.

Gripping his hair, you pull him away from you — which earns you a moan. "Go fast, I think it's almost time for class."

"There's still tons of time," he reassures you. "Barely anyone has class in this building anyway. Don't worry."

Trying to reassure you, he gives you a smile and goes back to tenderly kissing your neck. It seems that there's a clash of wants — you just want to cum while he probably just wants to take his time with you. You're about to protest but his hands and mouth on your body make you change your mind, at least for now. With his hands kneading your breasts and his mouth slowly moving from your neck to your breasts, you give out a defeated sigh.

"Fine."

With a triumphant smile, he mumbles a thank you into your skin. His mouth is now sucking your left breast, his tongue swirling around your areola and the nub, making your pussy wetter by the second. The urge to touch your pussy grows as he continues his actions. One of his hands plays with your right breast while the other goes to unbutton your pants.

All of a sudden, he lightly bites down on your breast and you jump in response, unable to stop your moan from coming out. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

He moans too but his moan comes out muffled against your breast. After a while, your hand grips his hair and he hisses as you move his mouth to your other breast. "Keep going baby, you're doing so good. Such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

The praise only spurs him on, his movements now getting bolder. Wasting no time, he begins to kiss it and then lick it, until finally, he takes it into his mouth, harshly sucking on the mound. You hiss and arch your back in response. With your pants now on the ground, your legs start to feel cold but your core is still hot and wet, demanding attention.

Eventually, he finally moves on, leaving your breasts to kiss down to your navel. Every kiss he leaves you is tender yet hot against your skin, just like his hands on your body. Once he reaches your navel, he kneels down and as you let him put one of your legs over his shoulder, his face is now very close to your crotch. Even so, he still doesn't give your pussy any attention yet. Instead, he starts at your inner thighs, specifically the one on his shoulder, slowly licking up closer and closer to your heat as his hands continuously move up and down your thighs. He stops where your thigh meets your groin and starts taking a small bit of your skin into his mouth to suck and bite on it.

You let him leave a hickey there — it's not like you can't hide it anyway. After he's done, he pulls away to admire his mark on you with a small satisfied smile but just as you thought he'd finally start eating you out, he starts the same thing over again, except this time, on your other thigh. You groan, beginning to get frustrated.

He seems to find it amusing, given by the fact that you can feel him softly chuckling into your thigh as he kisses it. "Heeseung." Your stern yet breathless voice only makes him smirk.

"Hmm?"

"You're being a brat," you hiss at him.

Pulling away from your thigh, he looks up at you with a defiant smirk and coyly says, "I'm only taking my time."

But as he moves to continue his actions, your authoritative voice makes him pause and shiver. "Heeseung, I will literally slap you." You're in no mood to take things slow, you just want to cum. That's all you want — to finally release all this built-up tension in your pussy.

"Kinky," he mumbles with a pout. It's not because he doesn't like being slapped — it's actually something he's willing to try especially during sex as long as you like it, but he's just pouting because he didn't get to-

Giving a frustrated sigh, you say to him, "You can leave a hickey there after I cum, damn it."

His face lights up as you say that and his hand grips your thigh. "Promise?"

"Yes!" You hiss. "Now be a good boy and make me cum."

Wasting no time, he hums and nods at your command, moving his mouth to your clothed pussy. He buries his nose and mouth in your heat, you can't stop a moan from escaping at the contact. His mouth starts kissing you, over and over again as his nose bumps against your clit.

"Fuck," you mutter, your hands gripping his hair tighter as he starts licking a long strip. It's relieving honestly — your pussy finally getting the attention it so craves... but it's not enough. You want his mouth on you, without anything else in the way. Thus, you tell him to take it off and he hums, acknowledging your command... but after a while, your panties are still on and he hasn't made a move to remove it, he just keeps on slowly eating you out with a smirk. When you finally realise that he's doing this deliberately, you snap.

"Heeseung!" Your voice is louder than you expected. "Take them off, for fuck's sake." Then, as if your mouth is on auto-pilot, you continue, "Do you want me to fucking slap you, huh? Is that what you want? You want me to fucking snap, don't you? Want me to pin you down and fuck you till your brain doesn't work anymore?"

At your words, Heeseung feels a bit intimidated but he can't help but also feel turned on at the same time. He moans into you and as he pulls away to pull down your panties, you continue, "Finally starting to take me seriously, huh? You're such a fucking brat, I swear to God, Heeseung. You just want to get punished, don't you?"

"God, you're so wet," he moans into you when he finally buries his face into your pussy again, without your panties this time.

Finally feeling his mouth on your heat, you moan in relief, pushing his head closer to your pussy while leaning against the door. His tongue starts licking up all your juices while his nose continuously bumps against your clit. Then, he starts sucking it, causing you to arch your back. "Fuck. That's right baby, keep going," you say, your tone now way calmer than before.

He hums into you as he continues to eat you out just the way you like, swirling and pressing his tongue against your pussy, sucking it, slurping up all of your juices. Your free hand now goes to play with your breast, massaging it while stimulating your nipple at the same time. His cums smears on your breasts as you do so but you couldn't care less about being clean right now.

When he inserts his tongue into your core, you loudly moan, your hand squeezing your breast tightly. And as he continues, sliding his tongue in and out of you, your pussy starts tightening around it and you gasp, "Fuck, I'm getting close. Don't you dare stop, you little brat, you hear me? I know you're thinking about it."

Gripping his hair tightly, you grind his face into your pussy, using him like a toy as you keep up a steady rhythm. He doesn't mind, of course he doesn't. He did say that you can use him however you want. And to help you reach your high, his hand moves to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in circles.

Here it comes, the release you've been seeking; there's that familiar knot in your stomach and with the help of his mouth and hand, you finally reach your climax with a moan, cumming all over his face as you bask in your release. Heeseung continues eating you out throughout it, taking in all of your juices in his mouth, not letting a single drop escape. His movements grow slower as time goes by until he eventually stops and pulls away, only to leave that hickey he so wanted on your thigh.

By the time he's done, you've gained your consciousness back. Still breathing heavily, you caress his head and softly say, "Thanks."

He licks your thigh one last time and then gets up to kiss you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug while doing so. You let him, not really bothered by the taste of you in his mouth. But the kiss doesn't last long since you're still breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," you say after pulling away from him.

"It's okay," he says, resting his forehead against yours, his breathing also still heavy. Your hands move to cup his face and with a swipe of your thumb, you collect your cum on his face and feed it back to him. His lips part when your thumb touches them, and he obediently sucks it without protest.

"Good boy," you praise.

You pull your thumb away from his mouth. As his arms unwrap themselves from you, you lean against the door and give out a heavy sigh. Looking back at him, you say, "We should clean ourselves up and get dressed."

With a nod, he agrees, going to get the tissues from your bag that was by the piano. When he comes back with it, you both clean up the mess you both made; first, you both clean yourselves — although Heeseung prefers to clean you more with his mouth than with the tissues, then, you clean the floor and the door that still had streaks of his cum on them, and finally, you clean your clothes.

It's when he buttons up his shirt, you notice something strange.

"The hickeys are still there," you mention, now alarmed again.

Heeseung also gets alarmed, quickly taking out his phone to see himself but then chuckles a second later when he sees how he looks through the screen. "Damn, I looked fucked up," he mumbles.

His hand grazes the still bright red bruises on his neck and his eyebrows furrow at them when he doesn't see them healing. He turns to you and asks, "Did you drink something?"

"What?" You question as your hands are buttoning your shirt.

"Did you drink a potion or something today?" He asks, still looking at himself through the screen, his eyes looking slightly dark.

You pause your actions as you try to remember.

Potion...

Oh!

You remember now. It was during Tuesday's alchemy class where Heeseung unfortunately wasn't there. You remember that your lecturer taught the class about a new potion. Apparently, it's a consumption potion which means it only works if you consume it and he so kindly let you drink some of it after he finished explaining its properties. The colour of it was a very rich shade of blue and it smelled like the ocean... but the taste was... unpleasant, to say the least.

His voice rings across your mind, "So what it does is that it drastically slows down someone's regeneration ability, not yours but anyone you touch. Use with caution, alright. Don't be killing anyone. That's against the law."

"Oh... yeah, yeah I did. During alchemy class yesterday," you say, continuing to get dressed.

"Was it blue?" He puts his phone back in his pocket and continues buttoning his shirt.

"Yeah."

"Ah... no wonder."

You expect him to continue speaking but instead, he keeps quiet and simply tries to smooth out the wrinkles on his shirt. Eventually, you ask him a question that's on your mind, hoping that he's not annoyed or angry at you for leaving too many obvious hickeys on his neck. "But what are you gonna do?"

Please don't be angry at me.

"Oh, for these?" He shows you his neck, tapping the bruises on it. Then, with a smirk, he continues, "I'll keep them. Thanks."

"Are you sure?" You stare at him, surprised at his response.

Nodding, he reassures you, "Yeah, It's no problem. It'll go away eventually."

For the second time today, you decide to take his word for it. However, you can't help but wonder how long the potion's effect will last — maybe a couple of days? Hopefully not.

When you both finally finish making yourselves look presentable again, the comfortable silence you both share suddenly turns tense and awkward. You're unsure why but the reason makes itself known to you as you make your way to grab your bag.

Heeseung calls out your name. He sounds a bit nervous as he softly asks you, "What are we?"

Grabbing your bag, you think about it for a couple of seconds. "Hm, I guess... friends with benefits?"

"Oh..." He slowly nods, looking down at the floor.

"Unless you don't want that. This can be a one-time thing if you want."

"Nono, I-" He quickly says. "I just..." Taking a deep breath, he brings his head up to make eye contact with you and continues, his voice soft and a bit unsure, "I want something more..."

You look at him as soon as you hear that; he stands there, still near the door, with his posture straight and his face serious as he looks at you. "What?" You can't help but say.

Gathering all his courage, he nods to himself and continues, "I want to date you."

Surprise is the only word that describes how you feel right now. Never in a million years would you ever think that someone here actually likes you, much less want to date you. You've never even thought about dating a supernatural before either. And although you do like Heeseung... you're still unsure if you like him more than just a friend or not. Unsure of how to reply to his sudden confession, you end up just staring at him.

At your lack of response, his cheeks begin to turn pink again and says in a shaky voice, "If that's... a bit too much then it's alright." He gives you a reassuring smile, hoping that you don't feel pressured to reciprocate his feelings. "I don't mind just being friends with you."

"Heeseung, I'm sorry, I'm not too sure," you begin. "I mean, you're the only person who's been kind to me here. I'm not sure if I like you that way... and I wouldn't want you to fall in love with me, only for me to realise later that I never really liked you more than a friend in the first place."

Silence fills the air again as he takes in your words.

"Would you... give me a chance, at least?" He finally says. "Like at least let me take you on a date? Please?" As he looks at you with such cute and innocent eyes, you find yourself smiling at him. "I can show you the world if you want..." and ever so softly, he says his next sentence, "If you promise to show me yours."

His voice sounds melodious as he says that — you could hear the genuineness and hopefulness in his voice. And as you both stand there, just staring at each other, you begin to think to yourself; why not?

"Where would you take me?"

His face immediately lights up as you say that and you can't help but laugh at his cuteness.

"Anywhere you want," he replies with a bright smile, the kind of smile that could make the whole world stop and stare.

"Okay," you softly say, walking closer to him and giving him your hand.

For the first time in your life, you find yourself feeling excited about leaving your dorm, you find yourself anticipating to explore the world that you were so hesitant to get to know. It's as if your worries about laying low suddenly don't exist. And even though you're not really dating, you still can't stop the wide smile on your face as he meets you halfway, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together.

"Thank you," he whispers, bringing your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

"Thank you," you reply.

"For what?" He looks at you with a smile, slightly confused at your words.

Many things — for being kind to you, for being your friend, for not judging you just because you're human, and honestly, many more. But what comes out of your mouth is a simple, "Not every human has the honour of having a potential vampire boyfriend."

His laugh is bright and rich, music to your ears. His eyes crinkle as he laughs and his smile is wide. Just the sight of him laughing wholeheartedly makes your heart feel full. When he finishes laughing, his demeanour changes a bit to a playful one, leaning closer to whisper in your ear with that low voice and that signature boyish smile, "I can be much more than a vampire boyfriend."

"I have no doubt about it," you say to him as you try to calm down your beating heart.

Grabbing your bag from you with his other hand, he says, "Let me walk you to your dorm."

"Okay."

As you both reach the door, you take a look back and scan the room, just to make sure that everything's as it should be. You look back at him when you're done; he has his hand on the door as he asks you, "Ready?"

Nodding at him, you let him open the door and walk you to your dorm, your hands entwine together the whole walk.

[nightworldkrp]

Dwellers of Night World,

Some say it’s the most wonderful time of the year, others hate the cold but regardless of which side of the fence you stand on we can all agree that winter brings along with it some of the best things! Whether that be the hot chocolate, warm sweaters or celebrating Christmas there is something for everyone!

Secret Santa! Even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, everyone loves gifts! Everyone will have someone to buy for, maybe you will even make new friends! Will you buy their favorite treat or perhaps there is something special they want? Maybe this will be a way for you to get to know them better and find out something unique about them.

Christmas Sweaters Winter and Christmas are not the same without sweaters! Whether you’re going for a traditional Christmas look, something cute and cosy, the typical ugly sweater or even something funny to amuse all the family we want to see them all!

Christmas Cards Christmas cards are a staple in most households, cute family pictures. Funny cartoons dressed as Santa or just a sweet message to friends! We want to spread the holiday joy, and send out our very own Christmas cards! 

—18+ —Supernatural AU —Master x Pet Societal Hierarchy —Lit/Semi-lit & Plot Driven — Dark Themes Allowed —Choose your Race & Status —Monthly Events! —MeWe Based

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 — seven

vii. no munching on the job

fae!lee felix x witch!reader

a/n: delayed update!! i realize now how confusing this chapter may be, but basically, when chenle and jisung get there, jisung can sense traces of dark magic (that is supposedly connected to yn), and that was supposed to be kept a secret 🥲

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Burn The Witch {5}

pairing:  yoongi x reader (f.)

genre: supernatural; angst; mystery; magical society AU; magicals!AU

rating: PG-15

warnings: violence; emotional abuse; blood; bullying; mentions of murder; mature language; sexual themes

words: 4.2k

summary:

↠ {a boy who keeps running away, a girl who can’t seem to no matter how much she tries and a series of murders caught all in between of the cracks spread through what appears as a quiet little town…} ↞

or alternatively, not everything is always what it seems

previous part: {4}

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It’s another few days before you move on with your plan. 

It’s already weird enough to visit Xefoto’s only club on a Tuesday night, even more so when you and Yoongi aren’t even remotely dressed for the occasion. 

This is the place Dean usually hangs around and strikes his “business deals”, so you’re bound to run into him here tonight. Eventually. 

As to how you know this is Dean’s spot... well, that’s another story. 

“Okay, it’s been more than an hour and a half and still no sign of this... “Dean” guy. Just say you wanted to take me out for a drink and be done with it!” Yoongi’s eyes are full of mirth, as he rests sideways at the bar.  

You turn on your stool to face him. “I told you, he’s really discreet about these things, you can’t just expect him to barge in and start asking around if someone wants to cut a deal with him,” you explain, ignoring his teasing attempt, before your eyes scan the room for the millionth time. “We got to wait, make sure he’s up for a conversation.” 

Yoongi’s chill demeanour dissipates, and he groans, leaning his upper body on the bar. “And how legit is this... werewolf guy?” he utters the word with great difficulty, and you can’t help but look at him disapprovingly. 

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those vampires that still believe in that “mortal enemies” bullshit...”  Yoongi groans at the obvious disdain in your voice. 

“Well, no but still... they’re werewolves,” he continues, though his voice contains significantly less confidence than before. 

“So?” you raise an eyebrow. 

“So, they’re beasts,” he shrugs his shoulders, turning his gaze away in what seems like an avoidance tactic, but you have none of it. 

“Once a month,” you observe, and Yoongi rolls his eyes at your persistence to not drop the subject. 

“Still, they’re dangerous...” 

“To whom? Humans? In that case we’re all dangerous to humans,” you retaliate, taking a sip from your drink, and Yoongi presses his lips in a thin line, clearly not having put that much thought to it before. 

“Yes, but none of us loses control like werewolves do. You must admit, a werewolf out of control isn’t just dangerous to humans but to magicals too...” he casts a glance your way, certain that would be the thing that makes you reconsider but you shake your head. 

“Are you telling me that when a vampire goes into bloodlust he’s not as dangerous and catastrophic to humans and magicals?” you answer back defiantly and Yoongi groans tiredly. 

“Oh, come on that’s different... A vampire going into bloodlust isn’t happening every month...” he explains, rubbing the base of his taut neck and you have to remind yourself to redirect your gaze. 

“No, it may not, but it’s effects are just as severe, or worse, than a werewolf transforming. Plus, werewolves know their transformation is coming so they take the appropriate measures each full moon, to not harm anyone. Can you say the same for vampires going into bloodlust?” you reply calmly and when his eyes widen, you know you have him. 

“I... No, I can’t, but still, it’s not the same...” he struggles to justify his reasoning but even in his ears, his retaliation is weak. 

“Why? Because one doesn’t get a say in their transformation while the other feeds on human blood to survive? That analogy isn’t doing your species any justice now, is it?” this time your words leave him shocked and confused, failing to give you an answer.  

Something finally shifts in his gaze, and you wonder if you managed to at least make him see things from a different point of view. 

Yoongi swallows, still taken aback before he turns to face the bar and takes a sip from his drink. You watch with mild interest as he seems to ponder over your words, eyebrows knitted together, surely struggling to digest something himself mustn’t have thought of before. 

“I...” he begins, his eyes stuck at the bottom of his glass, “I guess I’ve never thought about it like that... Wow, I sound like a douchebag,” he chuckles in disbelief at the end, his voice lowered in contemplation and almost shame. You didn’t expect him to change his mind immediately of course, but the fact that he even accepted your words for what they are, says an awful lot about his character. People tend to deny whatever doesn’t agree with their beliefs. He didn’t. 

Which makes you want to know more about him. As if you didn’t already. 

“You do...” you agree calmly, and he looks at you stunned for a moment. Before he sighs and turns to look at his drink with barely concealed disappointment. 

“But” you startle him once more, and his eyes find you again, black hair falling just above his eyes, framing them in a soft, innocent kind of way, “You’re aware about it. Which is the most I can say about other people, so that’s a start. It’s not even close to doing better but at least now you have a starting point. And you can do something about it.” 

Your words seem to shake something in him, and he hums in understanding. A soft, sheepish smile takes over his lips, showing his gratitude in a simple, discreet way. 

And then his smile turns into a teasing smirk. “You should be a professional life coach, that speech was very Tedtalk of you,” he teases with glinting eyes. You find yourself smiling at him, even though your groan. 

“I’m never saying anything to you, ever again...” you grumble, returning to your drink. 

Yoongi does the same. “Good luck with that...” he winks at you, and a groan breaks free from you throat just as your heart misses a beat. 

“Ugh, as soon as Dean arrives, I’m out of here.” 

“Isn’t he treating you right, doll?” 

The voice sounds right next to your ear, and you jump around. 

Only to see the man you came here looking for, staring at you with interest and a sinful smirk to match. 

Damn, you forgot how hot he was. 

Still, Dean’s arrival doesn’t faze you. Not like it does Yoongi (who almost spits out his drink from the heaviness of the newcomer’s voice). Instead, you look at the werewolf boy who looks like he enjoys what’s in front of him a little too much. 

“I’ll take care of you and maybe I’ll teach handsome here a thing or two if he’d like. I’m feeling naughty tonight...”  Dean’s eyes are soon upon Yoongi, drinking him in with appreciation, as one would look at a painting. Or dessert. 

Then he winks at him with all the confidence in the world and Yoongi sputters something that sound like he’s swearing. 

Although you’re sure his ears are turning red. 

“Actually, we’re here for something else-” you get interrupted by Dean, leaning over you. His face hovers above yours and one strand of hair falls across his forehead. 

“And here I thought you were back for seconds...” he whispers lowly, the timbre of his voice cascading down your spine, reminding you of things which are not appropriate for this particular conversation. 

You catch Yoongi faltering with the corner of your eye. But you don’t have your wits gathered to comment on his behaviour, too preoccupied with the man staring at you like he stared at Yoongi a moment earlier. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, ignoring his flaming eyes, trying to focus on the issue at hand. Yoongi keeps looking at you with caution, true to his promise of letting you do the talking, as his finger taps against his drink. 

“Nope. Not here for that...” you repeat, as if trying to convince yourself as well. You shake your head, trying to escape your sudden stupor and level Dean with a serious gaze. 

The werewolf boy raises an eyebrow. “None of you?” 

Yoongi coughs loudly and you put your question of it aside, to give Dean a negative shake of your head. 

He sighs dramatically as he drops his body against the bar, leisurely staring up at the ceiling. “Fine, I guess I’ll have to entertain myself differently... So, what’s it you’re really here for...?” he comments as he beckons the bartender over. 

Yoongi’s scrutinizing eyes keep following the other man, as he finishes the last of his drink. 

“We’re here because-” you begin to answer, but Dean interrupts you when the bartender arrives. 

“Ah, there you are. I’ll have a White Russian and- what were you drinking pretty boy?”  

It takes you a minute to realise he’s talking at Yoongi. You belatedly turn your attention to the vampire boy on the other side of you and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes remain stuck forward. 

Like if he stays still enough maybe Dean won’t see him. 

“It’s on me...” the werewolf boy says instead, very much seeing Yoongi through half-lidded eyes. Yoongi dares cast him a glance, only to see Dean biting his lip appreciatively. 

Yoongi grows redder than a bloody mary, returning his focus forward and you can’t help but feel curious. 

“No response? Well, then...” Dean shrugs as the bartender walks away with his order. 

You roll your eyes before attempting to, again, pick up his interest. 

“We’re here because we need you to find something for us...” you announce with a steady voice, and Dean looks at you. He looks somewhat bored now that he’s come to term with not having any of the two of you on his bed at the end of the night. 

“Doesn’t anyone, love?” he replies impassively, as his eyes wonder the now almost-full bar. But it seems his nonchalance has struck a chord in Yoongi’s demeanour. With a tired sigh, the vampire boy turns to at last talk to Dean. 

“We’re not talking about your “relaxing substances”. What we’re looking for is something a bit more arcane, and basically “forbidden” in this shitty town,” Yoongi hisses, his irritation palpable in the atmosphere and Dean raises an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. 

“Ah, so he speaks...” he comments dryly just as his drink arrives. Yoongi blinks before shaking his head and resuming his previous position, trying to appear as relaxed and calm as possible. 

Dean stares at him for another moment before, “Okay, I admit, you’ve piqued my interest. So, what is that “forbidden by Xefoto’s standards” thing you’re looking for?”. Then he takes a sip from his drink. 

“A book,” you reply instantly. 

Dean’s gaze meets your own this time. “I’m assuming it cannot be found in the public library...” 

You shake your head, and he sighs. 

“What kind of book are we talking about?” He inquiries. 

“A witch’s book,” you say, and he chuckles almost immediately. 

“Figured that much. What kind of a witch’s book?” 

What kind? There’s a lot?! 

Of course, there’s a lot! You can’t expect a witch to go around her life with only one book! 

“I...” you mumble, clearly unprepared for that type of question. The truth is you don’t know the answer. You never knew there were more than one book, so whatever you say now is bound to be wrong.  

Shame creeps up again, crawling up your spine. What kind of witch are you, not knowing there is more than one book?! 

“The apprentice’s guide.” 

Shock floods you and you turn at Yoongi, who’s just risen from his stool to look at Dean again. Dean honestly looks like his favourite dessert just arrived. 

You release a heavy breath, thankful that at least Yoongi knew what you were looking for. Though now it seems the two boys are locked into a starring match. 

Dean looks at Yoongi as if he’s ready to devour him, all heavy-lidded eyes and promising grins and you have to remind yourself to stay focused. 

Yoongi on the other hand looks at Dean with the air of calm confidence you’ve learned to pick up whenever he means business. His gaze is made of steel, staring at the werewolf boy perfectly still, willing him to challenge him just to see how far he can go. 

“Alright,” Dean replies after a while, setting his drink on the counter. “I’ll see what I can do...” 

Your eyes light up, and you jump out of your stool. “Really?” 

Dean sighs dramatically. “A deal’s a deal. I assume you’re prepared for the financial compensation...” he looks over at you with a raised eyebrow. 

You swallow your nervousness but nod either way. Truth is this will put a dump in your savings but it’s nothing they can’t handle. 

Dean hums, satisfied. “Alright. I’m gonna do my research, but you should expect it somewhere in the next two weeks.” 

“Great, thank you for helping,” Yoongi says, getting out of his stool to stand next to you. He levels his eyes with Dean in what seems to you only as a silent threat. 

Dean regards this only with a knowing smile. “I never back out of an interesting deal. Although...” he pauses to once again check out both of you. “My other offer still stands...” he continues as he leans over you once more. 

“I wouldn’t mind repeating that night sweetheart. Great things shouldn’t be done only once...” his eyes fall to your lips, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. His words wake up memories from this very bar from a year ago with stunning detail. 

Your cheeks redden, your pulse quickens and you’re pretty sure you feel something between your legs. As if merely his voice managed to remind you of the feeling his hands left on your skin. 

A cough brings you back to reality and you look towards the noise. Only to see Yoongi covering his mouth with his fist and looking over the crowd. 

Dean, of course, doesn’t miss the sound, the same lustful intention hiding in his eyes as he regards the vampire boy. “Of course, you’re invited as well pretty boy. We three would paint a stunning picture...” 

You want the ground to swallow you whole, trying to think of anything other than what Dean is insinuating. “We’re good, thank you,” you reply swiftly, trying to push a very stunned Yoongi backwards toward the exit. 

Dean’s smirk only grows at both of your flustered reactions. Then he raises his drink in a departing salute. 

And with that mental image in your head, you leave the bar.  

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As you make your way back to “Selkie’s Place” for a rundown of your visit and a much-needed breather, you can’t help but think of how Yoongi reacted to Dean’s shameless behaviour. One might say the vampire boy wasn’t just angry at his advances. 

You can’t help but feel curious. 

You steal a look at his pensive figure, his eyes stuck at the road in front of him, just as the bar comes into view. 

“So...” you begin cautiously, causing Yoongi’s eyes to meet your own. “What do you think?” 

Yoongi takes in your question before, “He seemed legit. Willing to help and pretty cooperative,” he recounts in thought. “But I wouldn’t put it past him to go back on his word. We should tread lightly,” he finishes just as you pass the front gate. 

“Uh huh...” you nod dubiously, “but that’s not really what I’m asking about...” you reply calmly, opening the door to the pub. You try to tread the subject lightly, not really sure if Yoongi is up for that conversation with you. 

Yoongi stills for a second, eyes wide before, “then what are you asking about?”. His words are cautious but that same glint of mischievousness you’re used to, rises up from his voice. 

A wave of relief washes over you quickly, before you roll your eyes playfully. “Come on, you grew redder than a tomato back there...” 

“Was it that noticeable?” he muses as you reach the bar stools. 

“I’d say...” you climb up the seat, while waiting for his reply but it never comes. He has fallen silent, and you dare take a peek at him. 

He’s staring at his joined hands at the top of the counter, dark hair falling at the sides of his face and while he looks like a painting sitting like this, you realize your question must have put him in a tough spot after all. 

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...” your voice is soft, remorse evident in it as Yoongi finally turns to look at you, lost in thought. 

But then he shakes his head, smiling earnestly at you. “No, you didn’t, I just...” he stops, as if recollecting whatever he was about to say to mull it over. You patiently wait, letting him say whatever he wants, in his own pace. 

“I’m... bi,” he responds finally, eyes cautiously searching for your reaction.  

Even though you suspected as much, the words still startle you. It’s another thing to believe that something is true and another thing to know it is. 

Yoongi’s eyes still look wary of you, and you realise you must have shown no reaction at all. 

You smile immediately, wanting to put him at ease. Revealing something like that is never easy. You should know. 

“Thank you for telling me,” you say softly, and Yoongi’s shoulders visibly relax. A breathless chuckle escapes him. 

He nods at you with a small smile, but his gaze turns curious, almost... expectant. 

But you say nothing as you turn to wave at Mona, coming from the kitchen. 

A moment passes where Yoongi is silent, and you refuse to look at whatever expression might be on his face. 

Instead, he clears his throat, getting rid of the sudden awkwardness. “So, about that book...” 

You almost sag down in relief. “What about it?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“Have you really never seen one before?” 

You blink, unsure of how to answer. “I...” you begin, taken aback, before you sigh. “No... I mean my mom had one of her own when she was younger, but I’ve never seen it....” 

Yoongi frowns. “Is it not around your home?” 

You shake your head. “She only needed it when she was still learning, at her childhood home. She didn’t have any use for it when she got older. She already knew everything by heart...” 

Like all the times she used to practice spells back at home. Of simple ones and hexes to get through every day's chores, or just cute rhymes to make your toys float, simply because you asked her to. 

A bittersweet smile takes over your lips. Until you remember of the boy sitting next to you and you shake the memories away. 

Yoongi still looks at you intently. His eyes give away nothing of what he’s thinking but for some reason you feel... assured. Understood. Not a peck of judgement or pity resides in his eyes, and you know you can allow yourself to feel safe around him. 

You take a breath, willing yourself to get back on track. “Anyways, since you’ve seen one before, I bet it won’t take us long to find the spell now, will it?” you joke, and Yoongi gives you half a chuckle that instantly chases away your melancholy. 

But as an impromptu smile almost takes over your lips, a tall figure stumbles into the bar and your eyes go wide. You’d know this clumsiness with feet everywhere. 

Namjoon’s wide shoulders bump into someone and as he turns to apologize, you quickly redirect your gaze to Yoongi. 

It takes a second to register he was about to tease you back, but when he meets your gaze, he realizes something is wrong. 

All you can think right now is that you don’t want Namjoon tangled in all this mess. You can’t have your friend dragged into all this, no matter how much he wants to help. 

So, you signal Yoongi to stop talking before Namjoon overhears anything he isn’t supposed to. Cause if he does, there’s no stopping him in helping you. 

Yoongi’s mouth shuts immediately. His eyebrows scrunch in and his gaze turns to whoever your frantic smile is directed at, as said stranger approaches your company. 

“Heyyy, what’s up guys?” Namjoon steps up to the two of you with his signature smile, although it’s not often you see it come out so forced. You haven’t told him anything about Yoongi, so you guess his reaction is kind of warranted. 

“Hi! We were just...” you start though all possible excuses evade you and you’re left staring at your friend like a deer in headlights. 

“We were partnered for a project in the “interspecies rights” lectures,” comes Yoongi answer to once again save you from embarrassment. You are thankful for his lie, but you can’t help but wonder how he knows you’re enrolled in those classes. 

Namjoon turns to you. He doesn’t look convinced. 

He sighs. 

“Ah, I see. Well, good luck, I hear Professor Argenal is tough as nails...” he replies as he takes a seat next to Yoongi, the picture of nonchalance. 

You can tell though he doesn’t believe you, not really. He’s just letting it go for the time being. 

“I’m Namjoon by the way,” he gives out his hand to the vampire boy, who takes it warmly and introduces himself. 

“So, I didn’t know you guys hang out here!” the elf boy tries at a conversation opening and your nerves ease for the second time tonight. 

“Ah yeah, we figured it’d be easier with Y/N working, and it’s a pretty good space for studying it seems,” Yoongi replies calmly and Namjoon nods. 

“What about the campus’s library?” he inquiries. 

Yoongi startles at that, and instinctively his gaze turns to you. “I...” he begins, at loss of words. 

Why haven’t you visited the library? Ah, yeah, cause Yoongi thought it wiser to remain as under the radar as possible. 

You know the sane reaction to this question would be to try and find a reasonable enough excuse of why you can’t go to the library. But truth be told, it seems his attitude towards you two being seen together, bothers you more than you once thought. 

So, you cannot help the heated words escaping your mouth. 

“Too crowded to work,” you reply, when you see Mona beckoning you over and you stand up to go to her. “People might actually see us.” 

You only catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s bewildered gaze, before you leave the two boys alone. 

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. 

Yoongi watches you go to Mona with perplexity. He took your words for the jab that they were, but he couldn’t understand what the jab was about. 

“Uh, did you know what that was about?” he turns to Namjoon. 

The blond man looks at him warily before he sighs. “How much do you know about Y/N?” 

“Mostly what everyone does, with the small difference of actually knowing she’s innocent,” Yoongi replies quickly, somehow offended by Namjoon’s inquiry. 

A tired sigh escapes Namjoon. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you or whatever. All I wanted to know is how comfortable you are with one another.” 

“Oh...” Yoongi deflates. “Sorry...” 

Namjoon shakes his apology off. “It’s alright. So, you already know she grew up mostly alone, with basically no friends, right?” The elf boy questions him kindly and Yoongi nods. 

“So, you should also be aware of the fact she doesn’t trust people easily. Hell, when we first started hanging out, she constantly tried to bail on me. She thought I was pulling a prank on her or something...” 

Yoongi frowns at the thought of a young you, being so hurt you couldn’t believe someone wanted to be friends. “Okay...?” 

“What I’m saying is...” Namjoon stops to rethink his words. He turns his focus completely on Yoongi before he speaks again. “I don’t know what it is you’re really doing, and I won’t ask since it’s clear she doesn’t want me to know. But what I’m getting is you don’t want to be seen on campus together?” 

Yoongi nods. 

“Why is that?” comes Namjoon’s curious question and Yoongi bites his tongue. If he tells him why, then he’ll have to tell him about helping you. And for some strange reason you don’t want that. So, he keeps his mouth shut. 

Namjoon exhales once more. “You can’t talk about that either, huh?”. He stops for a second to recollect his thoughts. Yoongi has an inkling the boy tends to do that a lot whenever its concerning Y/N. 

The elf boy finally takes a deep breath and sits up straight. 

“Your reluctance to be seen together on campus could make her think you’re ashamed to be seen with her at all.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open. “What?! That’s definitely not it and she knows that!” 

Namjoon’s somber eyes meet the vampire boy. “I didn’t say it makes sense. I’m just telling you what might be going on.” 

Yoongi falls silent after that. It never even crossed his mind you’d perceive it as such. He thought it was a pretty smart decision on his part to avoid raising suspicion. But now after everything Namjoon told him, he knows he has to do something about it. 

He doesn’t want you thinking he’s ashamed of you. Something inside irks him at the thought. 

His eyes find you across the room, talking to Mona about something and already he tries to think of ways to make it up to you. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Yoongi asks Namjoon, his eyes still on you. 

“Cause she’s my friend. And I want her to be happy,” Namjoon admits as his gaze follows Yoongi’s. 

And Yoongi can’t help but agree with his words. 

[lumineescente]

seungjin drabble (again)

hii im doing a thing called slowtober (made by @/oeildesaturne on instagram, french speaking folks check it out!! although be aware of tw mental health and eds talks) and i'm posting on twitter a seungjin au per word

for the second word of this slowtober we got "black cat"

For this word it's a modern supernatural hyunjin cat shape shifter with his roommates werewolf felix and ghost jeongin greeting their new (human) roommate seungmin

AAAND it's not betaed.. plus it's just a little brainrot but i liked it so i'm sharing it here!! not to be too excited but it'd be great to write it entirely (one day)

AND if you enjoyed this challenge who is now over you can vote on this form for your favorite that I’ll be writing into a full fic on ao3! (“soumettre” is “submit” btw)

if you want to check all the drabbles you can go here

"Hyunjin!"

Hyunjin opens one eye. His ears moving at the sound of his name being called but not wanting to move any other body parts. He has spent the morning sleeping peacefully in a very sunny spot in their garden and with fall beginning he knows he will not be able to do so for a few months.

"There you are," Felix says as he stands tall, in a respectable distance from Hyunjin.

Felix never really liked cats. Due to his special nature, he never gets close Hyunjin when he is turn into a cat.

"What?" He asks barely moving.

"Did you forget? Our new roommate is coming at any second and you're cat sunbathing."

There is no real bite in his words, he is barely really mad. But they did promise to Minho, who is giving his room to this new person, to make sure nothing weird happens. Which is funny and ironic because Minho has always been the one to play with the weird limit. But the latter would deny it if they were to tell him.

"Right, I totally did not forget, " he finally decides to lie while standing up and stretching his cat body making sure to wake up each and every muscle.

"Good, because I already had to convince Jeongin to make sure he stays hidden but he said he was curious about the new guy but..."

"There you are, Felix!" A voice says at the door of the garden.

Both of them freeze. When Hyunjin looks up he sees the young man Minho had introduced to them a few weeks ago. What is different from that day is that now he is wearing some sweatpants and casual hoodie, his hair is slightly dishevelled and he looks terrible cute. Hyunjin knows his cat ears perks up in joy. How could he have forgotten today was the day he was joining their household ? He is so stupid. And Seungmin is so stupidly cute.

"Oh! I didn't know we had a cat," Seungmin says cutely.

Hyunjin has always been a very tactile person, and the same as a cat, but when Seungmin squats down next to him and gently extends a hand to pet him, he dodges it. The surprise look on Seungmin's eyes makes him swoon.

"He does not like being touch?" Seungmin asks Felix.

Hyunjin almost answers for Felix but thankfully he remembers cat don't speak before he does something that definitely falls into the weird part.

"No he really is affectionate, he must be nervous," Felix smirks and Hyunjin sends him a glare.

The reality is that none of his roommate ever pet him considering, Felix is a werewolf and would rather die than touch a cat, Minho is too jealous of Hyunjin shapeshifting ability, and Jeongin.. well Jeongin could hardly touch anything. Plus maybe it was a bit weird. Well he had never overthink it. But now Seungmin, the very cute new roommate, the very new human cute roommate, wants to scratch his head without knowing it was actually a human being.

"So what's his name?"

Felix seems to think very hardly on it and Hyunjin knows he will come up with something. He meows adamantly. He barely meows because he is used to his roommates knowing he is a human first and always talks normally even as a cat. It sounds weird.

"Its not our cat," Felix ends up saying instead and Hyunjin ears move pleasantly, "he just comes here sometimes..."

"Oh okay."

Seungmin tries again to reach for Hyunjin's head and this time he can not do anything else but let him pet him. It does feel good. He ends up purring a bit and keeps his eyes half closed to not look at Felix's mocking face. It is enjoyable. He could definitely go for that again.

"Hyunjin's not home?" Seungmin asks.

Is Hyunjin insane to hear a bit of disappointment in his voice?

"I dont know where he went, he should come back any time soon."

Yeah! He would come back quicker if Felix could bring Seungmin inside and let him carefully go back to his room to turn into a human again. Instead of letting him pur happily while Seungmin scratches behind his neck. Fucking cat instinct. He sure will remember that whenever Felix needs help.

"Okay well I put most of my stuff in the kitchen, is it okay if you help me get them upstairs?"

"Sure, I just know Hyunjin will magically appear when he hears you need help."

Seungmin stops the petting and Hyunjin opens his eyes quickly enough to see a blush on his face. He wants to bites Felix leg.

"Really.." Seungmin laughs awkwardly, "then maybe you should go..."

He gets up and starts walking back to the inside.

"I hate you," Hyunjin whispers very quietly to Felix.

Like the traitor he is, Felix just winks and runs to follow Seungmin. Hyunjin wants to disappear.

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Love is the Death of Peace of Mind update!

Chanlix gif for attention! Chapter 18 is currently 13.4k total. I have decided to split it but I will post them the same day though. Kind of a double feature and that way regular readers get it all at once as a thank you for waiting and new readers won't have a ridiculously long chapter in the fic. I would've had it finished today but Chan is being incredibly slow in giving Felix what he needs sooooo it's his fault not mine I swear. The fic total is 3k from 100k so I'm very excited about that I can't believe it! Thanks to everyone that's given this fic lots of support 😭

Sneak peak below!

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