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blu-joons · 4 years

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DATING SUPER JUNIOR HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Lee Hyukjae

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Hyukjae loves to be affectionate with you, he loves to hug you and make you feel special, no matter where the two of you are. He loves to receive affection from you, especially when you run your hands through his hair.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

It didn’t take long for the two of you to start talking, Hyukjae liked to talk to most people, and you were no different. But what was different, was how drawn to you he was. There was something about you that intrigued him and made him smile. He knew there was only one answer to what was causing him to feel that way, he was definitely falling for you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He was a nervous wreck before confessing to you, his confidence abandoned him completely as the two of you sat to dinner that night. He was terrified to tell you how he felt because he wasn’t sure how you felt. Luckily, as he told you how he felt, you were quick to let him know they were the exact same feelings that you felt for him. As you spoke, he couldn’t help but sigh in relief, reaching for your hand across the table.

D ⇴ DATES

Dates were always important to him, he always made sure to make an effort, even if it was just a night in at one of your houses. Most of the time he loved to take you to live events, concerts, dance shows, musical theatre, anything that involved music or dance were his favourites. But he also liked to show you the dedicated side of him too, he’d try hard to cook whenever you went to the dorm for a date night, and on special occasions he’d always make sure to book a table at a nice restaurant. He was up for anything with you, it never mattered where you were or what you did.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He’d had a few dates, a couple of very brief relationships, but nothing serious ever came from anything previously to you. He was very dedicated to his work, and he wanted someone in his life that would appreciate that part of him. When the initial honeymoon phase went away, he often saw many people walk away from him, but you were different. For the first time he felt like he had something really special with you, he trusted you a lot more than anyone else and believed you when you told him you weren’t going anywhere.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

There had definitely been a few major arguments between the two of you, at times Hyukjae could be quite stubborn which meant solving an argument wasn’t easy. But you’d always find a way to figure things out too and talk about the properly. He could never focus properly at work knowing that you weren’t speaking to each other, although he’d never shout, he’d definitely make it clear that he believed he was in the right. He’d always get nervous when he eventually came home, but you’d soon apologise as soon as you saw him, as would he, there was no feeling worse than when the two of you weren’t speaking.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You were very aware of how close his family were, especially his sister Sora. When Hyukjae told him, he had found someone they were excited to meet you as soon as they could, taking you by surprise. When they finally saw in person how smiley Hyukjae was with you around, they accepted you instantly and began to tell you all of Hyukjae’s embarrassing stories.

H ⇴ HOME

He’d moved back to the dorm as he hated being alone, there was no way he was going to move out again unless he had you there with him. After a few months, Hyukjae suggested that the two of you started looking for a place together. It was a big step for you both to take, but one he also knew he was more than ready for.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Hyukjae was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ after coming back from a D&E promotion. You were all he’d thought about for the entire trip, it took a lot more out of him than he thought. The one thing he realised spending so much time away from you, was that he loved you. As soon as he saw you waiting at the airport his arms wrapped you and greeted you with those three special words.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He tries hard to mask his jealousy, but he definitely can get jealous. He comes across as confident, but he certainly has his own insecurities too and worries a lot when he sees you around other people. Your relationship is something he will protect to no end, if he feels threatened, he’s more than happy to walk up to you and kiss the top of your head or pull you closely into his side. He knows that you can get jealous too, with his work of line, it’s only natural, but he’ll always remind you that you’re the one he goes home too.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having children was something that Hyukjae had always wanted, he was always so good with kids at fan events. Once he found the right girl, he knew it was something he wanted to discuss quickly so he knew you’d want them too. Seeing him around children only confirmed how much of an amazing dad Hyukjae would become, after a little while in your own place, the two of you definitely decided that maybe it was time to think about kids.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

You were drawn quite quickly to his laugh when the two of you first met, seeing the creases around his eyes and his wide mouth brought a smile to your face. He was incredible at making you laugh; he’d had plenty of practice throughout his years of presenting to know how to put a smile on someone’s face. At the end of a long day, he always knew how to make you smile and happy again. If the mood in the room was ever quiet or glum, you could always count on Hyukjae to come out with something to brighten everything back up again.

M ⇴ MISSING

He never wanted to be the boyfriend who struggled with even the slightest bit of distance, but he really did. It always felt lonely without you there, which had always been something he struggled with. Every time he went on tour, he made sure to leave you a shirt or a jumper that you could sleep with and remind you of him, whilst he also stole a bottle of your perfume to carry with him. He’d call you as often as he could in between his busy schedule, but when your time zones changed that wasn’t always so easy. Donghae especially would try and bring a smile back to his face, but it was never an easy task to stop him missing you.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Your nickname for him was fairly simple, ‘Hyuk,’ would normally be how you’d call him, similarly for him, he’d find a way to shorten your name that he liked, saving sweet nicknames for the times when they were really called for.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your body, he loved to have it nice and close to him to be able to hold. His hands would always be exploring, he just couldn’t help himself, he loved to try and push the boundaries.

P ⇴ PDA

It very much depended on his mood whether he’d be affectionate with you in public. He’d always at least hold your hand, but if he were needy or craving your attention, he wouldn’t be afraid to trail a few kisses along your neck to try and get your attention. You’d try and brush him aside, but he’d grip onto you a little bit tighter until he got his way.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He’d often ask questions at night when the two of you began to sleep. That was when he had his most random thoughts, which he loved to hear your opinion on. The two of you spent hours staying up and talking about all sorts of theories and ideas.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

On one of your first dates, you surprised him with a headband as you remembered him saying he hated how his hair covered his face on stage. Ever since then, he’d worn it for every performance, without fail. If his costume included a headband, he’d hide yours underneath, or if he were supposed to keep his hair messy, he’d wrap the band around his wrist. It slowly became a bit of a good luck charm for him that he never wanted to let go of.

S ⇴ SEX

Hyukjae is the perfect mix between very loving and very playful. He doesn’t let the mood get too serious very often, just like his affection, he likes to push the boundaries and see how much he can get away with. His hands are often all over your body, whilst yours tend to run through his hair as you know how much he loves the feeling. He always has the biggest smile on his face, unable to hide the blush on his cheeks.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Whenever a moment appears in his day, he’s usually checking his phone for a text from you. If there’s nothing there, he’ll find something to text you about, just so when he goes back to his phone again, he can see a text from you.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were like the missing puzzle piece for Hyukjae. He had a great family, a career so good it felt like a dream, but he’d always missed out on love. That was where you came in, filling the void and giving him more to look forward to in the future.

V ⇴ VACATION

With the main group, the subgroup, Weekly Idol and his directing, there was barely a day free in his schedule. Holidays never bothered Hyukjae too much, but when he met you, he was determined to try and find a week, or even a few days, in the year where the two of you could go away. It didn’t matter where you both went; he was desperate for you to escape together for a while.

W ⇴ WHINING

If you weren’t paying attention to Hyukjae then he’d definitely whine, he’d pout across at you without taking a breath until you finally looked at him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He loved to kiss you and sneak around you when you weren’t paying attention to you. His kisses were usually his way of telling you that he wanted you to spend a bit of time with him, or that he wanted a bit of reassurance. If you dared to deny him a kiss, he’d follow you around and get in your way with pouted lips until you finally kissed him. You’d always be able to feel his smile when his lips pressed to yours making you smile too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the one who always made him smile.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Falling asleep beside you was his favourite thing. He loved more than anything with your hand ran through his hair, it always helped him relax when he could feel your presence beside him as he fell asleep.

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝ I’ve an eternity with you ❞

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

Pairing: YesungxReader

Genre: Vampire!Au

Words count: 5,3k+

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

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"DAMN IT!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ ~

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

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

"Still having problems with Jongwoon, mh?"

"Sooman-Nim, I.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-what??"

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

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

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

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

"So this is your house, wow."

"No one has given you permission to enter."

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

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

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

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

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

"We're on hiatus, both."

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

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

"Jongwoon, don't star--"

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

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

The torture was about to begin.

~ ~

"Have you seen my hair band?"

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

"Thank you anyway."

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

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

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

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

"Y/N?"

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

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

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

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

"You forgot the band downstairs."

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

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

"What the heck..?"

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

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

"Can you care to explain me, Chul?"

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

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

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

"Horrible, unlivable, heavy."

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

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

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

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

~ ~

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

"What do you want?"

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

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

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

"Jongwoon, let me go."

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

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

~ ~

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

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

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

"I don't drink artificial bloo--"

"It's mine."

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

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

"Y/N; It's your damn blood. "

"So?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go to hell, Y/N."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"YOU'RE MY FUCKING PROBLEM!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-what..?"

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

"Oh....."

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

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

"Y/N..?"

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

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

"That you didn't drink."

"I told you the reason, silly girl."

"Don't mock me!"

"It's so easy, dummy."

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

"They will tease us..?"

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

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

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“Mr. Lee?”

The teacher turns to look at him and Donghae forces himself not to stutter as their eyes meet. As calm and composed Donghae usually is, Mr. Lee’s demeanour can make anyone weak in the knees. Maybe he should’ve just went to the teacher’s room instead of stopping his teacher in the hallway where everyone who passes would stare at them curiously.

“What is it, Donghae?”

“I was wondering if maybe you need an assistant.”

The teacher is taken aback by the question, one of his brows raising up in curiosity as he answers.

“Not really. Why do you ask?”

Donghae’s fingers twitch, just slightly, urging to twine themselves together in anxiety. He ignores them, choosing to go over his carefully composed answer one last time in his mind before answering.

“Well, since I’m in my last year and will be applying for university soon, I thought it would be a good idea to do some extracurricular activities to add to my application. I think being a teacher’s assistant would point out my capabilities and responsibility better than doing volunteering or signing up for some club’s activities, which can sometimes be considered childish and not be taken seriously.”

Mr. Lee chuckles merrily, clearly amused by Donghae’s seriousness. “You prepared quite the speech, Donghae. How can I say no to that?”

“I’m serious!” Donghae says, frowning and cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“So am I,” his teacher replies, still grinning at him. “I’m sure I’ll find something for you to help me with.”

“Thank you.”

If Donghae’s heart beats a little faster after the talk with Mr. Lee, he blames it on the nervousness.

~*~

One of the most frustrating things about being an 18 years-old teenager is definitely adults not taking you seriously no matter what you say or do. They dismiss you as a kid and yet they expect you to act like the adult you’re supposed to become in just a year’s time span. Perhaps it is teachers who love doing that the most.

Being an 18 years-old himself, Donghae knows this feeling perfectly. And it is, indeed, the teachers who enjoy playing around with the soon-to-be young adults, he thinks as he watches his math teacher walk around the classroom, asking questions, sending students to the blackboard to solve an exercise and making jokes from time to time.

Lee Hyukjae is the youngest teacher in the whole high school, around 27 years-old, and one could easily spot the differences between him and the other, older teachers. Firstly, he actually seems to enjoy teaching, always talking passionately and making sure every single one of the students understand whatever it is that he’s teaching. Sometimes he even transforms boring exercises and problems into games and rewards them with extra points and even chocolates from time to time. Secondly, Lee Hyukjae is handsome and charming and he knows it - not exactly tall, but lean with sharp features, deep, brown eyes, short, black hair always styled nicely, and a smile to die for. He also knows that his students adore him, especially the girls, most of them sighing dreamily or giggling at everything the teacher says. The older usually indulges in their silly “notice me, senpai” games, sending them flirtatious winks or bedazzling smiles. No matter how much the teacher innocently flirts with his students though, Donghae knows the older doesn’t take any of them seriously, because they’re just kids in his eyes in the end.

Donghae’s heart breaks a little more every time he reminds himself of this bitter truth.

Because somehow, since he’s started playing the teacher’s assistant part and spending time with Hyukjae outside of class, he came to understand why most of his fellow students worship him. Teacher Lee Hyukjae is kind, funny, easygoing – a joy to be around, really. He also treats his students like people, not like… students. He is also talkative, always engaging Donghae in smart conversations whenever they prepare lessons together or grade tests.

By the end of the first term, Donghae finds himself stupidly in love with his math teacher.

He knows it’s wrong. He knows nothing good will come out of it. He knows there is no way Hyukjae would ever love him back because he’s just a student.

But if that’s the case, then how come he catches his teacher looking at him in a way he doesn’t look at other students more than often. His eyes linger on Donghae sometimes, his smiles turn into something more than the usual playfulness. And then there’s also the little touches – on his hands when the older hands him something, sometimes on his lower back when he leads Donghae into a classroom in which they can work, even on his shoulders when he’s trying to get the younger’s attention.

Those are not things a teacher does to a usual student.

~*~

“I love you.”

Donghae didn’t plan on saying it. It just kind of slipped his tongue.

Hyukjae looks up at him, speechless and wide eyed. “What?”

Donghae swallows the invisible know in his throat, fighting the urge to run and hide somewhere no one will find him. “I said I love you, Hyukjae,” he repeats, voice nothing but a whisper.

For a minute that feels like an eternity, Hyukjae says nothing. He stares at Donghae like he’s seeing the boy for the first time, not quite sure why he’s there and what Hyukjae should do with him. Then he hums, looking away from Donghae, and forces a teasing smile to appear on his face.

“You and ninety percent of the students I teach,” he says in a tone that should’ve been playful and amused, but one that actually comes out awkward and strained.

It hurts, but Donghae is not one to back away easily.

“I mean it.” He comes closer to the desk, his steps steadier than his voice. “It’s not just a stupid crush!”

The papers Hyukjae stubbornly glares at seem a lot more interesting than Donghae and whatever he has to say all of a sudden. “Yeah, okay…” the teacher mumbles and he’s not making any sense, Donghae thinks, he’s acting like a child who refuses to confront his parents after he’d done something wrong.

It’s not fair. It’s not fair and Donghae will have none of that.

“Look at me!” he demands, voice louder than he intended, but it’s okay, he thinks, because Hyukjae finally does look at him. “Say something, please,” he adds, soft and pleading.

“What do you want me to say, Donghae? I shouldn’t even be having this conversation with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Hyukjae says, exasperated, “You’re my student and you’re ten years younger than me—“

“Nine! I’m nine years younger than you!”

Hyukjae stands up and walks away from the desk, walks away from Donghae, not even bothering to turn around and face him when he talks again. “Is that supposed to make it better? Donghae, don’t you realise—“

“Why are you being like this?” Donghae is almost shouting now, too angry and hurt to care that he’s yelling at his teacher. “I’ve noticed the way you look at me! I’m not clueless, I can tell when someone wants me!” Hyukjae turns to him, schock written all over his face. Donghae does not give him the chance to deny. “And the way you touch me—“

“I don’t touch you!” Hyukjae cuts him off, his voice quiet as to not be heard from outside, but every letter is filled with tension.

“Yes, you do! You touch my hands, and my back, and my shoulders… See, you’re not even aware you do it! It comes natural to you doesn’t it? You do feel something for me!”

“I don’t—“

“DON’T LIE!” Donghae is crying now, his vision is blurred by tears and he’s sobbing more than speaking.

Hyukjae seems to melt at the sight of him, all his defences broken down by Donghae’s pouring tears. He approaches Donghae and stops just in front of him; close enough to touch and yet – he doesn’t.

“Fine,” he says, so quiet Donghae barely hears him over his own crying. “I do… feel something for you.” He sounds hesitant and forced, as if someone is fighting the words out of his mouth. “But, Donghae, this is insane. I’m your teacher and you’re my student and this – whatever it is you want from me – is not proper. We could get into so much trouble, you don’t even know.”

“What can they do? I’m way over the age of consent and I want this—“

“You’re eighteen! You don’t know what you want!”

The words float between them and so does the tensioned silence none of them dares to interrupt. Donghae stares at Hyukjae – at his teacher – in disbelief, those last words hurting him more than anything Hyukjae has said until then. How could I forget, he scolds himself, I’ve always known this, I’ve been repeating it to myself like a mantra.

He had stopped doing it, though. He fooled himself into believing differently.

He forgot that, in the end, in Lee Hyukjae’s eyes – his math teacher’s eyes – he’ll always be just a kid.

~*~

The following eleven days, Donghae skips every math class he has. He also makes sure to avoid that particular teacher at any cost. He’s still angry, and embarrassed, and ashamed – seeing Lee Hyukjae is the last thing he’s willing to endure. He’s angry at Hyukjae for treating him like a kid, he’s embarrassed that he had to go through that, and he’s ashamed of himself for allowing it to happen. It was a mistake to think that Hyukjae is different, that he would understand. No, Hyukjae is just as far up his high horse as the rest of the adults. Donghae learnt it the hard way.

On the twelfth day of skipping math class, Donghae receives a text from Hyukjae, making him regret giving his number to the older. Donghae, it’s been almost two weeks, you need to attend my class no matter how angry you are at me. I won’t even look at you if you don’t want me to, but you have to come back to class, otherwise you’ll fail because of unexcused absence. It’s not worth it.

Donghae wants to cuss at him as a reply. He barely refrains himself by reminding himself that Hyukjae is still, unfortunately, his teacher.

~*~

When Donghae goes to school the next day, he is surprised to find out that a substitute teacher will hold their math classes until the end of the year. That would be three months if Donghae counted correctly the time left until graduation.

“What happened to Mr. Lee?” he asks one of his classmates.

“No one really knows, we were only told he’s on a sick leave.”

Donghae feels his stomach clenching in worry. He has the urge to just text Hyukjae and ask if he’s okay, but then he remembers he’s only one student out of many and it wouldn’t be proper. Donghae finds himself wondering about what is proper and what’s not often since his fight with his teacher.

~*~

The three months pass slowly and uneventfully. Donghae thinks of Hyukjae during every math class, missing the teacher’s jokes and fun ways of teaching. He even misses him flirting with the girls.

When the graduation day comes and everyone gathers for the ceremony, Donghae’s heart skips a beat when he sees Hyukjae sitting with the other teachers. The older is wearing a neat, black suit, and he looks as handsome and prim as always. Come to think of it, Hyukjae doesn’t look like someone who’s been sick for three months.

The ceremony is long and boring. Everyone is relieved when it finally ends. Donghae hangs around a little longer, saying goodbye to his classmates and taking pictures together. They make plans to meet each other from time to time and then they go their separate ways.

“Donghae.”

He freezes when he hears the voice he last wanted to hear behind him. Donghae turns around out of politeness, but keeps his eyes focused on the ground.

“Mr. Lee.”

Hyukjae scoffs and Donghae can see him rolling his eyes even without looking at him. “That’s not what you called me the last time we talked.”

Donghae blushes, trying hard not to think of how he boldly called his teacher by his first name, but failing epically, the whole moment replaying inside his head like a sad, embarrassing movie. “You made it pretty clear then that you’re my teacher and I’m your student. I’m abiding by it,” he grits through his teeth, hoping he’s sounding as salty as he feels.

“Come on, don’t be like this.”

“Like what, exactly?”

Hyukjae sighs. Donghae pretends not to notice. If Hyukjae thinks of him as a kid, then that’s exactly how Donghae is going to behave.

“I know that you’re mad at me,” Hyukjae says, “and you have every right to be. But if you won’t let me have a proper conversation with you, then I’m walking away right now.”

Just go then! Donghae wants to scream it to the elder’s face, maybe even stomp his foot to make a statement – but that’s not what he truly wants. He hasn’t seen or heard anything of or from Hyukjae for three months. The fact that his teacher looked for him today and wants to talk to him must mean something.

Donghae wants to know what it means.

And so he finds himself following Hyukjae to an empty classroom.

“I heard you’ve been sick,” he mumbles when they enter a classroom, avoiding the elder’s gaze.

Both of them keep standing, leaning against different desks, a considerable distance between them.

“I’ve been just fine, thank you,” Hyukjae says, surprising Donghae enough for the younger to look at him.

“Why did you take a sick leave then?”

“Because I knew there was no other way for you to go back to math class. I have a doctor friend, he made up a disease for me and gave me the necessary paperwork.”

Donghae stares at him dumbfounded. “That’s so reckless! If anyone found out you could’ve been fired!”

“And seeing you behind the whole school’s back wouldn’t have?”Hyukjae stares back at Donghae, challenging him to say otherwise. Donghae can’t – because Hyukjae is right. Seeing as Donghae can’t find anything to say, the teacher continues. “I chose the lesser evil. I still believe I made the right choice.”

“I… I think so too, now,” Donghae finally replies with a meek voice. He’s done a lot of thinking since his fight with Hyukjae and reached the conclusion that, even though it was hurtful of the elder to say what he had, it had definitely been the right thing to reject Donghae. Both of their futures could’ve been ruined just because Donghae had been… too much of a teenager in love. “I’m sorry for the way I acted.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Hyukjae says. He gazes right into Donghae’s eyes as he does and Donghae feels the sincerity behind his words. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your age like that. Just because you’re young it doesn’t mean you’re not responsible for what you say or do. It just seems like that to adults most of the time.” Donghae smiles bitterly at this, understanding it perfectly well. “I was trying to tell you that, were we to be found out, it wouldn’t have mattered what you said. They would’ve blamed and punished me for it anyway because I’m the older one, I’m the adult and I should know better than to have a relationship with a student. Being an adult is not easy either, you know?”

The innocent joke manages to pull a small smile from Donghae. “I understand.”

“I know it sounds selfish, to hurt you in order to protect myself—“

“No, I get it,” Donghae says, looking back at his teacher, trying to reciprocate the honesty he received from the elder. “I wasn’t listening. I was only thinking of what I wanted. I learnt my lesson now – I should thoroughly think of the outcome and consequences first before acting. Look before you leap, right?”

Hyukjae chuckles, his smile not yet reaching his eyes, but it’s a start nonetheless. It meant they were on the right path of reconciliation.

“That would be ideal, yes,” he says. He extends a hand towards Donghae and, though surprised and hesitant, the younger takes it and allows Hyukjae to pull him closer. He doesn’t let go of Donghae’s hand when the younger stops in front of him. “It’s not proper for a teacher and his students to be in a relationship. It will never be and we can’t change that.”

“I understand,” Donghae says. He’s said it before but he wants Hyukjae to know that he means it.

“Good.” Hyukjae squeezes his hand, the playful smile he usually wore making its appearance, at last. “I guess it’s a huge relief for the both of us that you’re not my student anymore, starting tomorrow.”

Donghae smiles back, a little bashful, but extremely happy. Feeling a little daring, he finds it in himself to put his arms around Hyukjae’s neck and hide his flustered face in the elder’s neck. Hyukjae embraces him back, warm and protective and everything Donghae needs to feel in that moment.

Fun fact: my grandparents from my father’s side had been a living student/teacher AU. My grandfather was my grandmother’s language teacher lol and there was a huge age gap between them, around twenty years I think. How they ended up married and with two kids, I don’t know until this day because I’m not that close to my dad to ask.

Anyways, there are probably some mistakes which I can’t correct right now because it’s two in the morning and I’m writing like a kid who just discovered a keyboard…

#eunhae #request #hey-baby-love-crash

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