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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

「𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒐」

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> sex scene: 18+

An hour had passed since Elle left Jaemin to converse with Jungwoo; it was true as he said, she couldn’t hear a single thing they had spoken. But that didn’t prevent the uneasiness she felt and the hairs of her neck to rise. It felt odd at the beginning, not being able to hear anything as clear as she always could from a mile away. Not a single drop of sweat as it hit the dance floor nor the panting breaths of those around. She felt muted, covered by a glass bowl around her head where the only thing she heard was herself. And the slowly returning hunger for blood has lessened but to a small pinch at the pit of her stomach. Her senses became deafened and it left her numb in feeling. Is this what it feels like to be human? Alive? Yet to her, this felt less than. She felt less alive than before.

And now as she sat waiting in a private room which she had been directed to by one of Jungwoo’s men, deeper thoughts started to swell her mind. I’m not sure if I should be sad because I don’t remember what it feels like to be human. Or that I prefer the feeling to be more than human. For a moment she felt foreign to herself; as if her skin and bones belonged to another and she dawdled as a ghost inside. I want to get out of here. Elle looked around the room she’d spent another hour in; black brick walls, maroon curtains for a single window, grey velvet sofa, and a table in the middle. This is what she’d been studying while she waited for Jaemin to come and get her. But he never came.

Grunting as she felt irritation rise, Elle walked toward the door and swung it inward revealing the man who’d brought her here.

He had leaned against the wall beside the door with a cigar on hand and eyes observing those who passed by. Noticing the girl's demeanor he turned his head to the side and greeted her with a smile, “Hello there.”

“Shut it Yuta, where’s Jaemin?”

The red head’s face went sour as he let out a pout and smoke flared out from his nose, “I shouldn’t have told you my name.”

“You insisted on hospitalities.”

“Which you lack.”

Elle shrugged off his nagging comment and instead stepped out of the room. “So where is he?”

Yuta leaned away from the wall and turned to face her. Taking another puff from his cigar he simply says, “He left.”

At that, her eyes went wide and she stepped forward, “What do you mean he left?”

Smoke cast her way as he breathed out and answered, “He has something to do,” he shrugged.

“No shit,” she exasperatedly says. “Fine, where’s Jungwoo?”

“Gone,” he says.

Elle quirked a brow in disbelief, “Yuta, are you trying to make me kill you?”

His smile turned to an amused smirk and started heading towards the stairs. Through the chatter and music, he yelled out one last thing before disappearing down into the dancing masses below, “All that I was told is to let you go when you chose to. No one will hold you back.”

Not like I would let them, Elle chased the man down the stairs before he left her sight, “And what about Jaemin, Yuta?” she yelled over.

Yuta turned for a moment and smiled, “If you think you know him you'd know he wouldn’t really leave you behind.”

In irritation, Elle slammed her hand on the metal railing of the stairs, “What the hell does that mean!”

Yuta turned and headed down, “He’ll find you again Elle. Just trust him.”

She watched him disappear, “That’s all I’ve been doing…” she mumbled.

Looking away from the last familiar face she realized how big this club appeared to her. She felt the feeling of disconnect emerge again and she swallowed a nervous thought. For the first time without Jaemin, the world seemed bigger, lonelier.

Elle hadn’t realized the passing of time until she stepped out of the club; the streets no longer were howling with voices or as brightly lit by neon signs or windows. Places have closed for the night and like every other living being, they have gone to sleep. She walked on sidewalks and some empty streets like a ghost. Where do I even go? She had thought about going back to The Venus and asking Narae for a place to stay, I’m sure she would budge if it's for a friend of Jaemin. But those words irked her more than ever, ‘friends of Jaemin’, is that what I want? And the image of Narae on Jaemin burned brighter on her mind which set off a flame in her. Ugh, dammit me. No, I know what I want. Elle huffed as she kicked a rock she found laying on the cement floor. But it doesn’t matter, things are complicated as they are at the moment. How am I supposed to let my feelings get involved through all of it?

As she continued to walk she made an abrupt stop; reality fell heavier and her heart jumped in beats. Panic and dread, an oh-so-familiar feeling, came back in seconds.

“Elle,” the tall man who she loved and feared, stood in the midst of the white glow from a lamp post.

It took every ounce in her being to not falter and let the dark world eat her alive, “Chanyeol.” She knew her words quivered as he squinted at the sound of it.

“We haven’t heard from you in a while.” His words were stale but she knew they came in threat, perhaps concern.

She fought with herself as she watched him slowly near her. The Elle from days ago would have jumped at any moment of attention given to her by him and the group. They are like family to her, Chanyeol like a brother most of all. He made her who she is today, an asset to the Nightcrawlers. But that day, the incident, she made herself a liability. He got the brunt of it when Suho came down in roaring anger at the two of them.

“It’s been a couple of rough days…” Elle maintained her position and made sure her eyes never left him. The last time I turned away for a moment, I found myself carried away on your shoulder to the Whole. She shuddered at the memory; infuriating silence, darkness, and hunger, just so much hunger.

Chanyeol pushed his hands into his back pockets and leaned back, studying me I’m sure. “You can tell Suho it won’t be long, I’ll bring him the guy.”

Chanyeol tsk’d and looked away, “Did you forget you’re on trial for your release? This isn’t some regular mission where you get to play an assassin. And Suho doesn’t like waiting.”

“I know,” Elle croaked.

She hated being reminded.

They stayed in silence, what does he want me to say which I haven’t already said? I already begged for redemption when I was first punished and never got mercy, what of it now? Elle felt her hands go cold, tingling as the pain in her stomach grew, hunger.

“You broke Suho’s first rule given to you.”

“Which one?” Elle snapped and quickly bit her tongue. Damn it.

Chanyeol leaned back and eyed her over, “You’ve gotten bold.”

Looking down, Elle apologized, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

He scoffed in disbelief, he hates me the most out of all of them. Elle’s gut churned with remorse. He shouldn’t have gotten punished with me. He was the most respected and I dragged his name through the mud.

“Well, you look well,” his words seemed softer, at least to her. Maybe it is the lack of validation making me believe things.

“I can’t chase a Vampire if I’m weak,” Elle admitted. What’s the point in denying the truth that stood right in front of him? I should look like death by now, crawling on the floor. Perhaps that’s what Suho expected, me, barely alive.

He nodded and started walking away; Elle stood there not sure what to do.

“Are you coming or?”

Elle’s heart heightened in beats as her frantic emotions splurged from her chest. I can’t go, not now. Not without him.

Chanyeol sighed, it’s as if he knew, “Relax. You’re treating me out for dessert.” He gave her a smirk and turned away again.

He wasn’t lying, the cafe isn’t far from where we met. The decor wasn’t anything extravagant, it gave more of a homey feeling than anything. It was moments like these that her mind whispered ‘If only it was him here with me’, yet only the ghost of her past sat in front of her enjoying a cake.

“Um Chanyeol, not to be rude but I don’t have money on me.”

Chanyeol looked up with confusion, “What do you mean? Suho gave you two grand.”

She gave him a sheepish smile and nodded, “I used it on the mission.”

He set the fork down and leaned back on his chair, “Then where’s the bastard?”

Elle internally cringed at the name choice, please don’t call him that… But she took a spoonful of the cake he was eating, stopping herself from uttering those words.

“Thing’s got complicated but it’s all handled.”

“Is it?” Chanyeol tested.

“It is,”she reassured. “Suho said no trial? Fine. I’ll bring him proof of death-”

“His head,” Chayeol cut her off.

She gulped, “I know.”

He nodded and took another bite from the cake, “Good. Remember ‘Keep your-”

“ ‘-head straight and finish the job.’ Yeah I know,” Elle recited the words numbly she’d heard so many times throughout her training times.

She looked out the window in search for anything interesting to grab her attention, but her mind always wandered as to where he was.

Chanyeol sipped his coffee and once setting it down he pushed his hand into his front pocket and took out 118,500 won, setting them on the table. “Don’t forget you’re one of our assets. Make yourself valuable to him or you’ll know what he’ll do.” Elle shuddered, yeah I do know…

Getting up from his seat, he walked past her and stopped, laying his hand on her shoulder. “I prefer if the latter didn’t happen.”

Yet you wouldn’t do anything, perhaps bury my body for him. Elle’s thoughts echoed loudly like a demon whispering the truth.

She nodded.

He left.

After he left, Elle chose to stay a little longer and ‘finish’ the cake. It was really more of an excuse to stay and figure out where she would go for the night. But as she stayed contemplating the last few moments ago of conversation the more upset she got. Maybe it’s because I got out from the literal hell hole I was stuck in for a year. Or maybe it’s because of Jaemin, but I no longer want to go back home. Home… That word now felt distasteful in her mind when put in the same sentence with her Sector. Jaemin...Home… She let that sit on her thoughts and it left a giddy and comforting feeling inside her. To the Nightcrawlers I’m a piece in their large game. To Jaemin I’m- She stopped herself as she sighed, laying her forehead on her palms, I don’t know. The eagerness to find him grew stronger.

“Ma’am?” one of the waitresses spoke to her.

Elle lifted her head and nodded at the woman tirelessly. The waitress held out a piece of paper out to her and she took it. “A man called informing me to give you this address.”

Her heart fluttered with hope, “Did he give a name?” I doubt he would, but if he did…

“No, sorry ma’am.”

“It’s alright, thank you.”

When the young woman left Elle unfolded the note and read its contents. ‘Club Deviant, code: my world.’ Underneath it, more directions were scribbled onto it and Elle didn’t waste a second as she stood from her seat and headed out.

Elle stood in front of a booming loud club at the corner of a four-way street; blue neon lights with its inscribed name ‘Deviant’ illuminating the night. It didn’t take long for her to figure she was in Sector 8 territory. His territory. She approached the bodyguards and immediately was greeted with a nasty glare, I get it, I skipped. Elle rolled her eyes and inched forward to one of the two, “My World,” she whispered.

Both hearing they quickly stepped aside and let her in.

The club was like any other, dim and lit by colorful moving lights. The pounding smell of sweat and sweet aroma overtook her senses, so much for trying to find him this way. Walking further in she took notice of the layout, the main dance floor was at the center, a bar after that and a VIP section behind said bar. More vampires I guess. Going around the dance floor she headed towards the bar where a tall brunette man with a loosened red blouse served drinks.

“Yes? How can I help you?” He spoke.

Elle read his name tag, Johnny, “Yes, hey Johnny, do you happen to know where Jaemin is?”

He stopped what he was doing and set the drinks he was making down, “Are you little Jaemin’s ‘Elle’?”

In confusion, she nodded, “Well then! He’s at the dance floor, I’m sure you’ll find him in a good mood.”

Elle dismissed herself and headed towards the floor. She slipped past bodies and bodies, holding her desperate want of finding him down to calm levels. At the center stood the man she had looked for, messy hair, two drinks on hand, and people around him with giddy smiles. Jaemin.

She wasn’t sure if she had said his name loud enough for him to hear, at least the music seemed too loud for him to have caught notice of her. But he whipped his head back, eyes meeting hers. Elle felt her heart make leaps and her breathing increased as he slowly made his way to her, forgetting the others who’d been infatuated by him.

“You came,” he stated, now standing a foot away from her.

She closed the gap, “You called for me,” her arms wrapped around him.

He laughed slightly, “I did.” The smell of alcohol was visibly there in his breaths.

“Why did you leave me at the Witches?” Elle couldn’t help but ask.

Jaemin leaned away and with a pout, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand which held a drink. “I had to take care of some things after my conversation with Jungwoo.”

“Why couldn’t you take me?”

“These things required just me being there…” he trailed off but handed her one of his drinks which she unconsciously took. “Plus, I knew you would fight me on staying.”

I would have, “Fine.”

It wasn’t that she agreed with his methods that she let it be. But because she just wanted to be in his presence without anger. Chanyeol had done enough for the night.

“You know what I think?” A smile emerged from his lips as he cupped her cheek with his now free hand.

“What?”

He neared her face, gust of breathing delicately trailing her face, “I think we deserve a night. To just relax and be us.”

Oh god he’s tipsy.

“I don’t know…” Elle hesitated but him being this close to her caused her mind to think otherwise.

“Come on. One drink, one dance,” he insisted.

“Fine,” she bregungly agreed.

The melody of music faded as their unnerving eyes held. Dim lights hugged at them and their shadows only ever overlapped by the come and going colored lights. The bodies beside them danced in trance motions, feeling every beat in their body. Elle hadn’t understood the fascination with it all, the music, drinks, flashing lights. But she did now. Just as he had explained to her, she had to let go to understand. And only after two drinks and hesitantly agreeing to dance with him did she find herself in their world. It's as if time held no presence here, a never-ending beautiful purgatory.

Yet as Jaemin’s arms snaked around her waist, firmly holding onto her, eyeing the few men who’d dare ask for her, did her world become smaller. His dark hair displayed small strands out of place from the previous women he’d dance with. His white tee had bits untucked, most likely advances from the other girls. Elle’s tongue burned with venom as jealousy brewed in her heart. But he’s not yours, her mind coursed.

Jaemin’s left hand trailed their way up to her chin where he quickly caught her attention, “No no, you promised me a dance.”

“I am dancing.”

“No,”- his index finger traced over her nose- “ you were elsewhere. I can tell by your eyes.”

Without warning, he rested his forehead against hers; her heart pound against her chest. This is the closest he’s been to me. Elle could only mutter soft words as she looked up at his eyes, “So now you know me?”

They swayed against the resonating beats, our own little world indeed. Jaemin kept holding her gaze, now his thumb going from the tip of her nose down to her cupid's bow and bottom lip. His eyes yield a sense of confidence that didn’t irk her but caused her to crave more of it. “ Yeah, I do.” Before Jaemin made his next move he pulled away, “Do you trust me?”

The warmth that she once felt now left cold whisks; she never had imagined herself to yearn for his touch more than now. He held her hand, still, waiting for her answer and when she nodded he didn’t waste a second.

Elle didn’t try to memorize where she was going as he pulled her through the crowd of people. Instead, her heart picked up in beats as she looked at the back of his head and the few moments his eyes caught hers. And when she looked at his hand entwined in hers, her cheeks flushed as a smile brimming from ear to ear.

Jaemin made his way past one of the two bars and the lounge. Elle once again saw the two women who laid lazily onto another man eye her. He wasn’t yours to begin with, she wished to snap at them. But she bit her tongue as she focused again at the young man who took her to one end of the club. They both approached two tall muscular men who at the sight of Jaemin stepped aside. His sector owns this club, she reminded herself. They continued down a hallway and then were met with an elevator. They stopped and Jaemin impatiently pressed the button. He looked up at the lit up sign that signaled which of the four floors it was on. It blinked and blinked until the bright lights of the doors opening illuminated the two figures. He, along with her, got in and Jaemin pressed ‘4’ watching the doors closed.

For a moment, Elle forgot their entwined hands as she then was pulled into his embrace. It took her back but when his soft lips tinted in berries and vodka melted on hers, she returned the gesture. His hands held onto her waist as he did before on the dance floor, but they traced small designs on her back. Whenever she inhaled a breath through her nose, his cologne came along with it. She was beyond infatuated, I don’t care if it's the drinks or not. I want him. And she was sure he did too, because for once they stopped bickering, stopped being indifferent in their actions and words. At this moment their moves were in sync, bodies held against one another getting rid of any unclosed gaps. Lips as one, his tongue licking her bottom lip before he bit it.

“Sorry, couldn’t wait any longer,” he apologized.

Elle simply nodded through hazed eyes.

Ding! The doors opened and revealed the living room to a penthouse that lay in darkness with a few lamps lit. It displayed glass walls which showed Seoul in its vibrant lively night. She would have taken more of a look around but was quickly whisked away by Jaemin. Onto the right he went which opened into a hallway of several doors. He eventually stops in front of one and pushes it open. Pulling her in with him, Elle is immediately taken by the scent of mint and lavender, a room decorated in lavish dark grey and abstract art. A King size bed at its center with satin sheets and pillows. And another wall onto the left that showed the night skylight. So this is where you’ve been hiding out.

“Like it?” he whispered from behind as he closed his arms around her stomach.

“Beautiful view,” Elle commented.

Elle felt his eyes on her and as she slowly scanned the room for more details, she stopped when she met his by an oval mirror that hung above a nightstand. Her cheeks flush again, biting her lip as she saw his smirk pirk up. He gently turned her around and let their foreheads rest against each other, “Are you sure?” he asked again.

“It is,” Jaemin says in mere quiet words.

⚠️ sex scene starts here⚠️

Unlike before, she let her actions speak louder than her words ever could. She pushed her lips onto his which he received with even more hunger. He slowly walked her back to the bed, holding tightly onto her in case she were to stumble backward. When the back of her bare legs touched the bed's edge she sat. He towered over her and leaned down, setting both hands beside her head as he went in for another kiss. She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him in. But this wasn’t enough, not for her, not for him. Elle slowly trailed down his back and found the hem of his shirt. Tugging at it she signaled to him to take it off. Between a kiss he scoffs in disbelief, separating an inch from her face he smirks, “Who would've thought you were to be the first to ask.” Standing up straight with her laid down, he takes off his white shirt, throwing it onto the reading chair far off to the left corner. Elle didn’t speak a word as she glanced at his toned muscles and abs. It perfectly showed its curves and size in every form. He watched her turn red and he licked his lip wanting more. But before he sat down for more of her lips, she sat up and stopped him. Her fingers found their way to his black buttoned jeans which unbuttoned for him. Whether she knew it or not, the way she acted right now, looked, smelled, aroused him. He found her in pure beauty, ravaging, tasteful, and luscious. It made the beast, the monster inside him want. And it didn’t scare him to want anymore. Because she also held a monster within her, as strong and hungry as his. And they would tear each other apart.

Slipping his jeans off he quickly went for her lips again. He didn’t hold himself up anymore, instead, he let himself completely lay on her as she supported him. While his lips tasted like berries and vodka, hers were glazed with lemon and whiskey. It burned his tongue and throat but it felt better all the same. He felt alive, like every breath he took was worth every moment he spent beside her. Every kiss became deeper and deeper, the monster's hunger and hunger.

Elle wrapped her legs around his waist which he then freed one of his hands to trail up her exposed thigh. He let the tip of his fingers graze her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps to rise. Then squeezed as their kiss deepened. He wanted more but would not take any moment, any part of her for granted. He wanted it all. Pulling each other more above the bed, now just feet dangling at its edge. With legs tightly wrapped around his waist, Elle turned him, causing her to be above him. Her black and red dress now lifted up to her waist as she sat above him.

Completely laid down, he watched her tower over him, a beauty, he thought. Both hands trailed up thighs, tracing circles and swirls. Then he went further up to the hem of the dress and pulled it up revealing more skin. He slowly sat up and helped pull the dress above her head until it was left limp in his grip. Her hair was now a tangled mess, lips red and plump, eyes of lust that only gleamed for him. It drove him mad. Letting go of the dress, he then made his way to the back of her bra where he felt its hooks. One by one he unhooked them, leaving only the red marks of its constraints on her bareback. When she ripped the undergarment off, he pulled her into him. Feeling her chest against his as their lips interlocked.

They made their way into the sheets and between the soft and harsh kisses, they were left bare in their skin. Warmth that exchanged between one another as they held each other, scared to be ripped apart. Jaemin made his way from her lips to her jaw, to the neck where he took his time to kiss every open spot and leave a hue of purple. Then down to her collarbone, chest, stomach, and thigh where before departing from it he bit. In all these small moments she let out sighs as they caused her to melt underneath his touch. Holding onto his face as he made his way up, she then connected their lips.

“It’s okay…” she whispered between a kiss. He’s holding back. The thought somewhat bothered her. He didn’t hold back for them. So don’t hold back for me.

He scoffed again, “Anything you say,” and deepened their kiss.

Jaemin made his way slowly in her and felt her body react to it against his. Her back arch upward into his and he slipped a hand underneath onto her back. When she relaxed he then moved in sync with her as pleasure brewed between the two. Their kisses slowly diminished as she took gasps. He took those moments to leave markings along her chest and neck. And when he hungered for her lips again, he pressed on. She weaved her fingers into his hair which she caressed and pulled. She also missed his lips which she bit and let her tongue play with his. Every touch meant with intent. Whenever he slowed she pressed down onto his back, “No,” she would whimper. And Jaemin would just push deeper and harder into her. Her body lit with electricity as he burned in fiery passion. They loved harder than they ever did apart. A perfect storm that tamed itself between the touch of lovers.