#vampire hyunjin

[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin, part twelve.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

genre: vampire au

word count: 11,6K

warnings: angst ⋆ smut ⋆ dry humping!

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Your lips were apart, mimicking those kisses he put into your hairline. They were soft, like a feather caressing and tickling your heated skin. You could feel your own blood ablaze by his touch, eyes just barely open from the feeling of his hands on you. A fog, a translucent mist blinded you and you knew it was nothing, but desire. You were far away, too deep into that dark feeling, his short and heavy breaths like a gentle, cold breeze blowing in your ears. His hands, cold yet warm from the meaning they held, followed the curve of your waist, nothing but a thin fabric separating you from feeling his blunt nails scratching you.

Your mind was empty, you only feel now. You didn’t feel anything other than him softly holding you into him and this never felt before pleasure. It was so consuming, it was too strong and you did nothing, but succumb to it. Your head rolled back, his broad, muscular shoulder letting you take a look at him. His stare was unmoving, yours hazy and you could see his eyes flickering from light blue to flaming red. He pressed his hand onto your stomach, pulling you closer to his chest that rose heavily under you. A sigh left your lips, when his fingers digged softly into your plush skin.

Coldness, coming from his other hand that found your exposed shoulder blade, made goosebumps appear all over your body. You felt yourself trembling, sighing out in short puffs as his hand traveled across you. From your shoulder to your collarbones, dipping just slightly into the place were your bone made a prominent dent, like he was trying to crawl his way into your heart. His hand caressed the neckline of your flimsy nightdress, hanging so loosely around your body, before he went a little higher. Your eyes were teary, not even questioning yourself why, because they came to you naturally. It didn’t feel like you had any control over your body — he did and he looked well aware of it. You didn’t pull away nor protested…you had become a mere puppet in his hungry hands.

His eyes changed. Red swirling around his blown out pupils that held so much longing. His lips, bitten raw by his sharp teeth were smeared with his own blood. You own lips fell apart, like trying to catch a drop of him. You wanted to taste the tangy and irony liquid on your tongue, but your next breath was taken away from you, when his fingers pressed into your neck. Your small gasp was still loud enough to cut through the fog around you. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything against him, too weak to even jump away, when he tilted your head back to bare your naked neck at him.

A subtle kiss landed on to the exposed skin, his saliva that seemed to drool out of his mouth making you shiver in expectation. Just the tips of his fingers pushed into your pulse, lips nearing the marked spot. His tongue run along the length of your neck, before there was a pause in his movements. You had a feeling why — you knew why and you did nothing to stop him. His hold was strong, mouth running over you like he wanted to replace your natural scent with his. You felt the sharpness of his canines scraping you, you felt how his movements came to a full stop, mouth right on the vein pushing against your skin. And then without any word or a sound his teeth broke the thin skin of your neck.

Your body didn’t become stiff nor fought against the obvious danger that at the moment seemed like nothing, but everything. There was no pain, only this wave of pleasure crushing over you that seemed to have no end at this moment. His teeth were so deep in you, mouth sealing the spot so not even a drop could be wasted. He sucked your blood softly, lovingly. Everything seem to became more bright to you the more he drank from you, but then it all changed when your hand fell on his…

You didn’t recognize it…it felt suddenly so heavy against you, so cold it made your own freeze and you felt a sudden and unbearable pressure on your neck. You suddenly felt the painful sensation from where his lips were and your eyebrows pulled together, mewling in discomfort. Your hand pressed down on his again in hopes he would pull away, but he only pulled you more closer to his hard body. The hand on your neck wrapped around your airways, making you gasping sharply, but your own breaths were taken away from you. You started to crash against at him, screeching agony filling you. More and more you try to escape his hold and you at that realize how sharp his nails had become — how his mouth opened and his teeth started to nibble at your flesh, tearing you apart.

So cold — everything became so cold. You could only feel the sensation of your hot blood flowing down your body. A cry, small and broken left you when you felt the teeth of the vampire pushing into your pulse. You wanted to scream, plea for him to stop and spare you from the agony. Your head filled with screams of your own, but you swore you could hear every scream from all the victims of this creature latching onto you. He didn’t feel like the man you thought he was — he became a monster…a man hungry for power.

You started to fall, eyes closing and opening. It was like you could see the picture of your dismise right in front of you. Were you really that blinded by his beauty and his voice, his promises and shared whispers that you couldn’t see the truth? The painful truth that you were suddenly pulled away from, when he pulled his teeth out of you. The last drops that were left in you weren’t enough to help your senses. He took everything from you and when your heavy head tilted to glance upon him — you couldn’t even see him. He became just a blur, his features unreadable and you wondered if it even was truly him in the first place. The only thing you could feel was the agony, exhaustion and a hush whispers piercing you.

“Come to me.”

The words strike you, haunt you, lingering in you as your eyes fall shut. Your hand was outstretched, trying to catch — safe yourself from the big fall. You scratched at the last pieces of hope and sanity, but it all slipped right through your heavy hands. An agonizing and terrifying darkness filled your body, mind and all of your senses. It tasted horrible, like dirt and iron, it smelled like rotten flesh, felt freezing to the touch and in your state you couldn’t even open your eyes. You could feel yourself falling, stuck in the moment and terrified of the thing that is waiting for you at the end of the path.

Your body started to tremble wildly, fighting against it, but it all soon started feel like there was something holding you — squeezing you in hopes you would open your heavy lidded eyes. You didn’t want to, you fought against it, but it soon become so great, you couldn’t stop yourself from blinking your eyes open.

The same blur, fog that blinded your sight came back, but when you blinked more and more you soon realized it were just your tears blocking your way. Everything swirled around you, colors, textures and shapes all over the place, before you start to recognize the new light that formed before you. Him — he was the one shaking you, one of his cold hands on your shoulder and the other right on the side of your neck. You breathed heavily through your nose, staring at the man hovering over you. On his face was fright, while also relief, but when he sighed in such emotion, your ears started to ring at that familiar sound and you saw nothing else, but your vanishing memory. How he gripped onto you so tightly, teeth deep inside your neck that is still being held by him, the pain that he caused you — you had to jump away from him.

You sit up, pushing away from his hold that felt soft to the touch, but you still could remember how it so quickly became unbearable. Your own hand finds your neck, searching for any sign, anything…but there was nothing, but your jumping pulse under your finger tips. Your eyes blink rapidly, jumping around the room, lip quivering. “It’s me…” You hear his whisper, but you only shook your head in denial. Turning back to him there was nothing, but pain — he is broken by your sudden fright you held. “Y/N.” His voice started to hurt your ears. You couldn’t catch your breath, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat and goosebumps. You mind was shattered into pieces and you have hard time picking them up, when nothing, but darkness covered every corner of the room.

“Can you feel it?” You say, voice rough like from screaming, far away like it’s wasn’t your own. “I felt it…” Your eyes were looking behind him, waiting for anything to climb out of its hiding to catch you with its claws and teeth. You could still feel those cold hands gripping, you still could sense the monster eating you alive…

The man beside you came closer and you almost cry out as you began to tell him apart. It wasn’t him, it couldn’t be — then why did he remind you so much of the thing you saw? It wasn’t him…in the dream, you were just dreaming. Dreath and absolute exhaustion wraps around you and your eyes soon fill with tears. You were loosing your mind, not even few moments of joy you felt in this house could help your corrupted mind.

Hyunjin watched you — the first twitch in your features, the first irregular jump in your heartbeat. How you started to breathe heavier, how your body became hot, how your lips parted into a silent cry. He was paralyzed by how your once peaceful state formed into this. You were shaking, pleading for what you were experiencing to stop and he instantly leaped from his state of shock and fright to pull you out of yours. Now, you are looking at him so wildly, like you were still sleeping and not being able to recognize him. You had trouble recognizing the real, the truth.

He sees your hand on your neck, pinching almost at the thin skin. You jumped away from him so fast that it looked like his touch burned you, but the more he stared at you, the more your expression pulled into sadness and defeat. He couldn’t help himself from not closing the distance between you, that seemed long as mile. When he moves closer to you, you don’t move away from him again, on the other hand you are slowing falling into his awaiting embrace. His hands fall onto your shaking, slumped shoulders, pushing at you just so carefully. He pulls you to him softly, scared that you would again move away, but you only crumble against his chest. Your head falls to his shoulder, your hot tears staining him and letting him feel your pain. “I thought, I was getting better…” Your voice is broken and his own eyes sting from your state.

Hyunjin doesn’t want to say that it was again just a dream and nothing more, he started to also believe that something is happening to you — and he seems to have not a clue why. He didn’t know anything and it is hurting him so badly to see your blissed and joyful smile turn so quickly into to sorrow and pain. He has no explanation, it is like he has to know himself why, because you are his second half — person he searched for so long and you are being taken away from him so soon and right before his eyes. The rage in him wanted nothing more than to destroy everything, everyone doing this, but now the sadness overpowered everything in him.

He watches, how your hand still lingered on your neck, pressing down on one specific spot, right over your pulse. His own hand travels to yours and it shakes in his hold as he pulls it away from your red neck, marked by your own touch. You were only hurting yourself more. “There’s nothing–“ It is like he knew you were searching for something and you let him turn your head to look at the mirror beside the bed.

Your face is pale, eyes red and puffy, tears drying on your body that slowly stopped trembling the more his touch seeped through your skin. You look down at your neck and you find nothing. Not even a small mark and you at that remembered the night before. It wasn’t him, you remember his kisses — so different to those you dreamed about. Yet there wasn’t even a spot that would tell you that even the night before happened. You started to almost wonder if you also just dreamt about it…

“Nothing…” You repeat to yourself, closing your eyes briefly from the pleasurable, sweet and intimate memory, before turning to look at him. “It was nothing.” Just another dream, another nightmare that it wanted you to seen and feel. It wasn’t real…it wasn’t your own mind doing this to you.

Hyunjin held your face in his hands, thumbs going over your dried tears and he nodded in agreement to encourage you. He smiled softly, but it was subtle, because you are still holding onto that dream. He wishes, he could be the one instead of you. “Just another dream–“ Or an omen? Can you really pretend, tell yourself that it wasn’t nothing, but a dream? You would be lying to yourself and you are not sure if it would help to ease your mind.

His lips, so soft and pillowy land on your forehead and you slowly melt into it. This intimate touch, it couldn’t be mimicked, but you still fell for its tricks. You look at his face — from his lips, still stained by you, to his eyes, blue and calming. “Then why did it feel so real?” You whisper, pulling yourself closer to him, scared of the darkness behind his figure. He had to feel it, it still lingers on his lips — but to him he couldn’t taste anything, feel nothing other than your emotions. Hyunjin couldn’t sense the reason. Your hand, still in his falls onto your neck, images of its lips and teeth flashing before you — so painful and do cold. “It’s like I can still feel it — feeding from me.“

Hyunjin stare is hard, face pulled into a frown that seem almost unemotional, but you can see the questions in his eyes. His fingers replace yours, trailing over the vein in your neck, but he did not look away from your eyes. “Feeding…” The word is familiar to him and when his gaze drops finally to your neck, he suddenly looks back at your face with a knowing look. “Were you dreaming of a vampire?” He asks, back straightening so minimally you almost missed it, but you could see the anger in his eyes. The anger from realizing that a same creature like him did this to you.

You grimace, your head pounding when you go back to the dream, only finding yourself searching — you can’t even remember it correctly and again there was nothing, but pain left behind it. “Yes…it was horrible—“ You choke almost, forgetting how to breathe. “It was so strong and I couldn’t do anything, I felt everything it did to me, and then I was falling — losing…” Your eyes sting, but you have no tears left, too exhausted to cry. You look at your hand, into your palm that soon is hidden by his and it makes you glance back at him. “You saved me. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t wake me—“ The hand on your neck no longer holds pain and you sigh in relief, it was really him.

Hyunjin doesn’t let you finish, shaking his head, pulling you closer to his body. “Nothing, Y/N…” His hand on your neck comes to your face and you sigh again at the gentleness. “Nothing would’ve happened because it was just….nothing.” But was it? He pulls away from you slightly and you just catch the flash in his eyes.

Your lips fall apart. “You don’t believe me?” You ask him in small disbelief and you feel your heart cracking.

Hyunjin doesn’t answer right away, not looking at you fully and you can only look at him in shock. His hold on you suddenly becomes heavy and when you just barely indicate to pull yourself away from him, it was like your move pull him out his thoughts. You stay silent, waiting for his answer as the air around you thickens. He has to sigh, looking over your almost disappointed expression. “I do believe you, trust me…” He sighs, breath mixing with yours and his words do sound truthful. “I watched the dream happen to you, but I can’t say that isn’t just your mind.” You listen carefully, face falling just a little. “Part of me thinks it isn’t, because you still have bits of my blood in you, it should’ve helped you sleep…but we also no so little…”

You nod, looking at his eyebrows that are pulled into a frown. “You don’t know if you can trust my dreams.” You voice out the obvious and you see why and understand how he feels about these things happening to you. “I understand, but please listen to me–“ You can’t believe, it doesn’t make sense that it truly could be just your mind. You don’t know yourself — you don’t know anything, other than those emotions you experience every time something like this happens to you and it can’t come from you. “The pain, the emotions, all these things I feel in my sleep, with my eyes closed and mind open can’t be made up — they can’t.”

Your words come out choked, because you just now realize how you started to crumble again just from the lingering memory of the dream. Your eyes are red, lip trembling and his heart breaks, because how could he say such thing? You are the only thing that matters, you are everything and how could he question your own pain? He doesn’t like to show his emotions and it seem like you were once the same as him, but now you are letting him in — letting him see you like this, letting him be the person that shall hold you and whisper sweet nothings to your ears in hopes he would curse those haunting thoughts away. But he…he doesn’t know if he is ready to share with you his own pain and sadness. Because it would mean that this would be real…

He huggs you tightly, letting your head fall onto his chest and he wonders if you can hear his death heart beating as he tries to escape the pain. He has to be the strong one, but his voice betrays his cold demeanor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I do believe you, I really do–“ His tone of voice is so shaky, almost unrecognizable, but you do not break more, it seems like hearing such raw emotion from him makes you calmer.

Your heart hammers against your chest. The feeling of his arms caging you was something so new to you, but also so familiar. “You think a witch is doing this to me?” You wonder out loud, mouth pressed against his white, thin shirt.

You can basically feel him shaking his head, the slump in his shoulders showing a small defeat. “I can’t say, I do not know much about them, but if they would be powerfull enough then maybe, it would make sense why we didn’t find anything.” His voice is clear now as few moments pass by, you both became calmer in each other arms.

“But shouldn’t you know about them? All of them?”

“Yes, but we mainly keep track of our own species, though witches are certainly one that should be aware of by anyone…” Hyunjin sighs into your hair. “I hate that I know nothing, that I can’t do anything other than wait–“

You pull away from his chest ever so slightly, just to look up at him. He watches your lips stretch into a small smile that seem to be more broken than ever. “Then let’s just wait…” You mumble, your words piercing him.

He looks at you softly, but the pull at his eyebrows stays the same. “Please, don’t sound like that..” He pleas.

“Like what?”

“So defeated…” The smile disappears from your face, eyes dimming.

“The ball is tomorrow.” You say, stating the obvious and the painful truth that you will have to go through. Time is closing onto you, so close to the end which you don’t even know it’s goal. You can’t ignore the fact that you maybe really will die tomorrow, the sliver of hope becoming so little it seems like there wasn’t even one to begin with. Maybe if your dreams weren’t so terrible, so haunting, maybe if you would not think of the worst. But there’s him — he on the other hand tries the ignore the obvious and hope for the better.

“I know.” He says, looking down at you, with sorrow, hand twitching against your hot cheek. “But please don’t be afraid, no one will even dare to touch you with me by your side.”

“But what if they come?” Are you trying to push him away, see what would be the breaking point for him to let you go? He would never…

“Not even them.” Hyunjin states, tone hard and you fight the argue to crumble again from his determination.

Your eyes blink slowly at him, melting into the palms of his hands. You could still remember just how much you feared him before, despise him almost and now? You think you have never felt more cared for. It’s still so foreign and when you finally did succumb to your emotions again, it might be all soon gone. You do not know if you are more afraid of death or from the fact you might never feel like this again. “Hyunjin…” It’s like a prayer, lips falling apart as his thumb presses on your bottom lip. He wants you to repeat his name again.

“Y/N…I know sadly that if they do know of you that they already would try-“ He can’t finish the god forsaken word, but you do it for him.

“To kill me?” You continue, your still joined hands shaking around each other. The word for you means such a familiarity. “Because I know what you are?”

He feels your every word on his thumb that comes to caress your cupids bow. “Yes…” That answers both of your question, though the first one still lingers in the room. The oldest of his kind disappeared a long time ago, abandoning their responsibilities and appearing only to express their displeasures. Even if they don’t show themselves, they hide behind every corner so there would be not a single thing missed by them. Something tells him they do know about you and hearing that their first rule — humans can’t know of our kind, was broken…they surely would have done something about it a long time ago. Maybe they are also waiting for your enemy to reappear so they could for once take a stand — maybe they are just here for the show. Hyunjin, like everyone know their act — trying to appear uninterested, but they thrive in the drama of it all. Were they waiting for the right moment or did they already decided that killing you will do them no good? If they did that, their true enemy would win and that’s something Hyunjin knows they would not be pleased by.

So lost in his thoughts he just know sees the look on your face. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” He already knows what it is about as you look back at him.

“Can I?” You cough, wincing at your weak voice. While he became lost in his thoughts, you also started to think about all of this. You again thought of the possible future and then it led you to your friend Mia. How is she? Does she misses you as much as you miss her? You need to hear her voice if it means you might never hear again. She is your everything, a shoulder to cry on, a person that would listen to your every trouble and every dream you had for yourself before this. You miss her so much and the fact her face started to fade away made you taste bitter. “If something does happened to me, can I at least talk with my friend before I-“

Just a small anger flashes in his eyes from your words, fingers pressing into your skin more meaningfully. “You won’t, don’t you even dare finish it…” Hyunjin realizes how harsh he sounds, when you give him a look of guilt. You were asking him something, but he firstly didn’t hear anything other than you excepting your end. You were asking him for permission to talk to your friend, which you maybe might not meet again and the fact you are asking him, makes him feel awful. “You, of course you may talk to your friend.” His tone of voice is softer now, understanding.

The silence after is welcoming. In his quiet presence you gather your thoughts, take your time to calm your heart and mind. He helps you go through every thought with his thumb rubbing circles over your hand, lingering on your ring finger slightly. The darkness around you clears and you realize that again it’s sunset, orange light peaking from behind the curtains. It’s almost amusing how much your body got used to his life style. You can feel his gaze on you, not to mention his face is just few centimeters away from yours and you have to calm yourself down from the proximity. However you two were yesterday way closer to each other, so close…the memory is bright to you and finally that somehow helps you forget the pain and future. You wonder if he can hear your racing thoughts, feel and maybe see the blood under your skin rushing to your face. You always thought that being intimate with someone would be different — nerve racking, but you didn’t feel that scared of showing that side of you, that you only knew of yourself till the night before.

You see the shift in his face way before you hear the sound of the door to the bedroom opening, jumping lightly in your spot as the door slam into the wall. Your widened eyes snap to the direction, while the man before you slowly follows your movements. The sandy haired man looks instantly at you two, eyes widening just slightly like he was the one being startled, though the spark is not missed in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting…for way too long.” He says and without any further explanation he marches into the room, right to the direction of your closet.

Your confusion makes you momentarily forget about your thoughts, glancing at Hyunjin briefly, before looking back into the doorway when another man appears. The blonde right upon his arrival flashes you a dazzling smile that flatters just a little at your state. He could see right through you, even if you are now bewildered by this odd visit more than anything. “You alright?” Felix asks you, eyes going back and forth between you and Hyunjin, before they fall at your still joined hands.

You can see from the corner of your eye how Minho stops just for a moment his ramming through the closet to also glance at you. Just for a moment you don’t want to think and you do silently thank for such a distraction from their presence. “Of course.” You nod at him and you can feel all of their eyes on you, knowing, but thankfully they do not ask further. Your eyes go back to the man at the closet, looking over those dresses given to you. You can’t lie that his minor expression aren’t amusing. “What’s the rush?” You ask, looking at Felix who leans on the doorway.

You gasp, when you suddenly from the corner of your eye see Minho throwing a dress right at you, but thankfully the vampire beside you catches it before it can be smashed into your face. Hyunjin sends an unimpressed look his way, but his friend only flashes him a crooked smile. “Just joins us at the dance room, when you are ready.” He says, walking away, with a hand on Felix’s shoulder to push him out of the room. “Be quick.” He states and Hyunjin has to roll his eyes at his behavior, but it is soothed with an apologic smile from his other friend.

You only give him a small look of confusion, however not too worried about what this might be about as you look down at the sparkling light dress in your hands. The fabric is soft, like water pooling in your hands and the color stands out in the darkness. Your mind and heart betrays you — it almost looks like a wedding dress and the irony is strong on your taste buds. You don’t have to look at Hyunjin to see if the same thing is on his mind, pushing yourself out of his hold to change. Alone, because you don’t know if you could hold yourself back if he would touch you again like yesterday. Though you don’t know that’s what he was waiting for — give into your desire.

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A big weight was put onto your shoulders the moments you stepped into the dress. The soft fabric was nothing, but burning, when you saw yourself in the mirror. You wonder if Minho gave you this dress on purpose or maybe he didn’t think that you would actually take it the wrong way. It’s beautiful, you can’t lie about that, but the light sparkle didn’t match your sorrow expression. Though when you stepped out of the bathroom, so nervously, heart jumping, when Hyunjin turned to look at you, it all became too…real.

You don’t even know if you will live long enough to see yourself in this type of dress again. Maybe and maybe the man looking at you would be standing there at the end with the same look of astonishment like right now. You know that the ball was just a plan — a plan that is only mean to provoke the people you are the most afraid of. Then why did it really feel so real?

Hyunjin will have to thank his friend for such an amazing choice. You looked nothing, but perfect as always and without even a single word whispered he knew what you wanted to say. However is it wrong to enjoy this while it lasts? While he has you by his side? He waited for so long and he will try anything in his power so it will last forever. No man, no creature would be able to steal you from him, he will not let it happen.

The silence is loud as he approaches you, taking in your beauty — every mark and every wrinkle. He hears your heart calling, jumping with his every step and just then you start to feel the sadness and pain quiver. Your lips so slightly lift up, but it was real. He took your arm, lacing it with yours and when you both went to meet his long life friends, he sees you both in the small reflection of the golden decor. The image becomes imprinted in his mind, fingers twitching, because he knows he will have to paint this memory to fully grasp it. To seal it…

The walk to the dance room is short and quiet, till the soft sounds of a piano fills it up. You ease at the soft and wonderful sound as you let the man holding you guide you. His home has so many secrets, you always become amazed by how many places there are and that you haven’t explored yet. The glass doors before you are opened, warm candle light welcoming and you are taken back by the polished floor that reflects the beautiful frescoes on the ceiling. Your eyes follow the sound of a music, falling on the short haired man sitting before a piano.

You know that he and the man behind him could sense you way before you walked into the room, but your presence doesn’t disturb Chan. Hyunjin watches you taking in the music, one of the many things that bound his family and he lets you have your moment of complete peace from his brother’s playing. Chan’s fingers move on the keys lightly, precisely and even if his movements slow down, till he eventually plays the last note, the warmness still lingers. He looks up at you, small smile on his lips and you just know he can tell how pleased you are from his playing and you can’t help, but mimicking him. You enjoy these moments with the others just as much as you do with the man next to you.

Your eyes go to the two men behind him, Minho at your stare putting down his glass filled with what you presume is blood to take a step closer to you. “The ball is tomorrow…as you know.” He says, eyes blinking away from you for a split second, but even though the fact what tomorrow leads to is bitter, he doesn’t sound like it. “There will be a dance and I thought it would be nice of you to join us right here, before tomorrow.”

You nod slowly. “Alright…” You say, watching him take another step closer to you. Were his eyes always so intense? You have to remind yourself of their alluring nature, but still Minho always looks so brooding, but not in such a bad way. The sandy blonde briefly glances at Hyunjin, before pulling your hand out of his hold to his. Your eyes dart between the pair, but you still follow the man holding you into the middle of the room. You blink as the light reflects the sparkles in your dress and you do catch Minho’s eyes lingering on you. When you both came to stop, him guiding your other hand to his upper arm, you can’t help but go back to those few times you have done this. “I-I don’t–“

You shuffle your feet a little, letting him put his hand on your upper back as he finishes your worry. “I know.” You frown a little at his words, not too offended, but still his boldness stabs a little. “I can tell by the way you stand–“ He explains and you at that stop your shuffling, bashfulness creeping up on you. However Minho isn’t too concerned about your lack of experience as he pushes you a little closer to him to gain your attention back. “Put your feet on mine.”

“I don’t know…” Your small insecurity is the thing that irritates him, but he still holds softness. Without a word you are lifted off your feet, small noise getting caught in your throat as he puts you on his shoes. Your wide eyes go to him, but his own are on the man at the piano, nodding at him. Your gaze goes to Hyunjin, who is already looking at you with an unreadable expression and you are startled a little when the man before you takes the first step.

You realize that him putting you on his feet was the right thing to do, because the spinning and twirling around is a little too quick for you. Your hands are gripping onto him, but you know he wouldn’t let you fall, with his brother staring st you so intensely. Minho is a smooth dancer and with years of experience that you lack. The music is slow yet dynamic and you have to wonder what you look like. Your skirt is heavy, separating you from his body and pushing you a little away from him. You can’t even see your feet, so you let him guide you. However he suddenly separates himself from you, pushing his arm out and you do stumble at that, skirt getting caught in your shoe.

His sigh is loud, though not too disappointed. You are embarrassed that the first move you make yourself is wrong, your hand still in his as he stares deeply into the side. “Felix, come here.” He pulls his hand away from yours, making you gather your skirt in your hands, while you watch the blonde emerge from behind the piano to join you two. “Watch.” Minho says, looking at you and you are relieved that he doesn’t sound disappointed in you. You walk away from the middle, feet dragging you to Hyunjin, who still doesn’t take his eyes off you, but too be honest you are too occupied by the dancing pair infront of you.

The music starts again, your eyes on Felix as he takes your place and you soon become hypnotized. They move so smoothly, not missing a beat, gazing into each other’s eyes and you at that just realize how important eye contact was. They form into one. The heels of their shoes click on the floor and its trully mesmerizing that even that sound blends into the music perfectly. When they depart from each other, hands joined, you can finally see where you did wrong. You can feel Minho’s eyes briefly going to you to see if you are paying attention and how could you not...

The blonde replacing your spot, twirls and twists more and more, when the sound of the piano picks up speed. You can tell that they must be following a beat of an different instrument not present in the room and you nervously wonder how much more nerve racking will it be tomorrow. You do in the moment ignore the future, the pair letting you take a small breather, before they all too soon stop.

You watch them bow to each other, before Minho goes to look back at you, without even showing any signs of exhaustion from such a dance. “Good?” He asks, eyes glimmering.

You nod slowly, twirling your fingers. “Good.” You repeat and you watch his eyes go to the man next to you.

“Hyunjin…” A silent question is being asked, the sandy blonde gesturing to your form. You look up at said man, small sparks of nervousness appearing in you. He is already looking at you and you wonder if he even stopped to glance at the pair. “We shall go now…” Your head snaps back to Minho, catching him and the other two man just in time, before they could leave. “Good luck.” His words have a hidden meaning, but you still nod in appreciation. The other two nod at you in small goodbye and your eyes go to Chan, wondering how could you dance without music, but then you realize — they are giving you privacy.

The sound of the doors closing is a heavy in the silence of the room. In your field of vision comes a hand, making you turn to its owner. The candles cast shadows on his face and it makes his small smile stand out more and you fight back the shiver going through you as you put your hand in his. The quiet between you two is so intimate and you can’t keep your eyes off him as he takes you to the the middle of the room. His hold seems to be even softer than Minho’s, but Hyunjin’s definitely is stronger in a sense that it makes you crumble.

You put your hand on his arm, his a little lower on your back, fingers just reaching your waist. It’s on purpose, he couldn’t help himself. Without even a word, he lifts you up just like his friend did, but now it makes you gasp. You can’t look away from him, faces close to each other and you let him guide you. Your moves are still a little shaky even if he is dancing for you both, but that it is mostly now because of him and not your inexperience. “I am not a good dancer, sorry.” It flies out of your mouth, before you can stop yourself, because you now depart from him to twirl, just like his friend showed you.

He shakes his hand, pulling you back to him, but now without lifting you back to step on his feet. “Don’t apologize for such thing, I will guide you.” His voice is soothing, feeling a little better, because he is not judging you at all. His eyes leave your face just to look down at your figure and how your dress beautifully draped over you. You don’t even realize how mesmerizing you are in your dress and how perfectly it twirled with your every move. “See? You are doing great.” ‘Amazing even’, he wanted to say.

With his powers he sees the blood rushing to your face and he hides his small smile behind his hair. Your dancing slows to a simple waltz and you don’t even mind it, when your dance comes to an end. Your bodies sway to the absent music, both of you listening to your heartbeat and blood rushing in your ears. You finally see the small smile on his face as you look up at him. You can feel him making soft circles with his thumb on your waist, even if there was clothing separating you from his touch. The more you look at him, the more you understand his natural twitches in his face, just like now. You watch him silently, your slow dancing coming to an end, when one of his hands leaves you to reach into the back pocket of his pants.

Your mouth falls open a little at what he reveals to you. “My phone…” You say, when he pulls the device out of his pocket to hand it to you. With your stay here you didn’t even think much about it, too caught up in too many different things.

You take it from him, thumb brushing over the slightly dirty screen. “I apologize, that I didn’t give it to you sooner.” He says, though your eyes are still staring at the screen.

“Doesn’t matter.”

The realization of why he gave it you sets in, small lump forming at the back of your throat. You switch on the screen, light shinning into your face and it burns your eyes a little, but as much as the photo on your lockscreen. It’s so weird to be holding something so modern after such a long time. You stare, completely unblinking at the photo of you and your friend and it makes you tremble. It’s like you are looking at a completely different world and your heart breaks at the sight of your friend’s face.

Your thumb hovers over her features and Hyunjin steps away from you, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you glance at him. He only gives you a small look of understanding, taking a few steps away from you. It wouldn’t matter if he would walk away into a different room, but you do honestly appreciate his presence more than anything at this moment. You click away on your phone to your contacts and waiting to press your friend’s name. You don’t know, what you are waiting for, the silence and the guilt and everything seems to only gather, so you at that press blindly at her name.

Putting your phone to your ear, you turn away from Hyunjin, though it wasn’t necessary as he can hear everything. You wonder, what time it is as you glance out of the window next to you, listening to the ringing sound, before it suddenly stops. “Mia?” Your voice is strained, eyes wide.

Your hopes are fullfilled, when you hear a sigh fanning over the speaker. “Hi, Y/N, how are you?” You close your eyes, already shaking, relief instantly washing over you.

“I am good.” You answer after few beats, not joining your friend’s happy tone, but you can’t fight your emotions. It’s all so casual, her voice and tone, it’s like nothing happened.

“How are you enjoying everything?” Mia asks and you hear small shuffling from her side. You wonder what she’s doing, what did she do and didn’t.

“It’s good…” You trail off, eyes going to the side. You don’t know what they told her. “I told you, where I was going, right?” It leaves your mouth smoothly, though it’s quiet.

“Yeah! Greece, right? You always wanted to go there, I know how much you love the sea–“ You nod, eyes closing again, hand tightening around your phone. She sounded so happy for you…

“Yes...how are you though?” You need to know everything, but you know it’s not the time for that, you know that you would crumble and tell her something you shouldn’t. You can’t — you can’t even say, that you might never see each other ever again.

“Everything is good around here, but it’s not complete without you.” Mia’s voice is filled with sadness and even if you know that it’s not so big, it doesn’t help you fight your own right now. “The Johnsons and I miss you, but I’m happy for you. Promise me, you will bring me some other time?”

Your face scrunches, mouth opening in a silent sob and you eyes start to sting at her small question. “I promise.” Your answer is so quiet you wonder if she could hear you properly through the shuffling from her side. She always had to do something, when talking on the phone…

“When are you coming home?”

The tears in your eyes and not voice out cries makes you nonverbal for a second. You press your hand to your eyes, smearing your hot tears across your face and you have to wonder, why you can’t be stronger. “I don’t know….” The strain in your voice is so clear.

There is a small silence on the other line, before the shuffling stops and your friend responds. “Are you okay?” Her voice is so sweet and you hate yourself for not being able to control yourself.

“Yeah, it’s just nice hearing your voice–“ You take a deep breath, while going through your answer, puffing air out of the away from the speaker.

You can hear her smacking her lips softly, cooing then. “Baby, if there’s something you want to tell me then you can.” You smile sadly, feeling the obvious stare at the back of your head.

“I know, I know — maybe later..”

“Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Mia sounds unbothered and unknowing of the situation and even if it hurts, it is for the best. The last word is bitter, hurtfull and you dig your nails into your face.

“I can’t tomorrow…I will call you.” You can’t even promise her that.

“Okay and I’ll be waiting.”

You nod, staring out of the window with tears filling up your vision. “I love you.” Your sob almost breaks out of your mouth, making you bite down on your tongue.

“I love you too.”

Then the call ends. The beeping sound fills your ear and your arm falls back loosely to your body. You can’t — can’t breathe and you finally gasp loudly in pain. Your hand presses down on your stomach, body shaking in sobs. A cold air blows around you, before it wraps you into a tight embrace. Your phone falls to the ground, your skirt catching it just before it could shatter in pieces like your heart and you are thankful that he doesn’t stop holding you. You are so exhausted of everything — crying, shaking, knees buckling under you. His arms around your chest pull you to him and you cling onto them, gazing out of the window as the thoughts of the world beyond fill your mind.

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Your eyes are plastered on the ceiling of the bedroom, hands clasped and fingers tugging loosely at the duvet. There isn’t for once a single thought in your head, only expectation in your body as you lay there in the bed alone. Your ears twitch, the low hum of your blood filling up the silence as you wait. Hyunjin is quiet also, the slightly open door to the bathroom creaking loudly. The age of his home only gives him away. It’s cold in the room as always, but it isn’t uncomfortable, though it certainly isn’t the cold you crave.

Hyunjin hand wraps around the doorway, eyes shining in the dark and drawn to your figure. The fall and rise of your chest is even, not even a single miss of irregularly in your heartbeat. It scares him a little, how calm you seem to be. His eyes fall from you to the couch, feet ready to drag himself to it, but with the first creak of the floor under him makes your lips part. “Join me.” You say and finally at that your heart stop for a split moment, blood rushing under your skin from your own words.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask, following your almost demand and walking up to your layed out body. He stops at the side of the bed and he wonders if you now that the side you are laying on is his, but that no longer is important as your scent fills his nose. Your head falls to the side, glancing at him, him watching you pull away the duvet for him. Such a simple act, but so meaningful. He almost feels bad from the cold his body brings as he sits on the spot you made for him, but that’s exactly what you need to cool down your body.

Your hands touch as he takes the duvet from you to lay down, your figure slightly dipping to him closer as he joins your side. You don’t move away, nor your gaze and he is for the first time the one not looking. His eyes are on the trees, twisting around the wind blowing outside. Your scent is stronger than ever and he has to close his eyes in delight. He hears your lips falling apart before you even have a chance to speak and he instantly opens his eyes to look up at the ceiling. He could almost feel your stare through it. “Remember the first time we met?” You ask, voice soft and you grow to love how you can speak so softly and still be heard.

He humms lowly at the question, mind flashing with memories of the night. He doesn’t see anything other than the memory of your gaze meeting his for the first time at the bridge. His chest vibrates, purring almost, though his mind goes to the part of the night that caused all of this to happen. Your trembling body, covered in blood and tears, eyes wide in fear and staring right into his. “You were scared of me.” Hyunjin says.

He hears your shuffling and then your eyes on the side of his face. “You were scary…now you are not…not so much.” You mumble the last part and the hidden tone is obvious to him, so he can’t help but smile.

“I thought, I only made you nervous.” His teasing is light and you sigh softly, while looking at him.

“It’s both.” You say firstly and he at that tilts his head at you. “But not in a wrong way however.” His eyes are shining, predatory, but you do not fear them as much. It takes you back to yesterday — the loving yet rough touches, heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure, your lips and tongue coated with his blood…You don’t wait no more, the question unbearable and need to be spoken. “What did it mean to you?” What did it mean to you that you were the first that I shared my pleasure with? “Yesterday?”

He does feel the shift in you, how your chest rose and fell more in deep breaths and how your nose flared. His eyes go to your figure, your moving making the duvet slip down your body slightly, showing him the top of your chest. The nightgown, he realizes is the first one he had ever given to you and he can’t help, but let his gaze linger on your exposed shoulders. Hyunjin can still remember where he put each of his kiss and small bites. “Everything…” He whispers, your body visibly shivering from his voice and he hopes you know you are everything. You watch him, eyes brighting like he just remembered something and you found yourself to be correct at his next words. “I want to give you something.”

He sits up, hand trailing over the sheets to your naked shoulder, goosebumps immediately awaking. You let him guide you, his hand wrapping around your upper arm to push you to follow him. You sit up at that, heart racing suddenly as you watch him turn him away from you to open the nightstand beside the bed. Your eyebrows are furrowed slightly, sitting just a little straighter as he turns back to you. Your mouth falls open, eyes widening, because in his hand is a small box, opened, revealing a ring. You don’t need no light to see its beauty and you are so stunned by his gesture you only look at him in complete shock.

You think you have never seen him this nervous before — his bottom lip is caged between his teeth, looking at you from beneath his eyelashes and you don’t even realize how much your silence is killing him right now. You are just…speechless, you don’t know what to say, because you fear you don’t understand him clearly. “Are you asking me–“ No, you can’t be so stupid. His words from few days ago ring in your ears. He can’t be asking you to…

You are breathing heavily and Hyunjin’s hand holding the box almost shakes. “You mean so much to me…” His head falls to his chest, air getting stuck in his throat. “I know that it is all so quick and I wish we could have more time, more freedom, but I want to give this ring to you. I want you to wear it with my name on my mind that maybe in the future could be yours as well–“

Your hand fall on top of his, pushing at it just slightly to gain his attention. It works, looking at you so wildly you feel your lower tummy rumbling. “Put it on for me…” You say, head tilting to catch his gaze fully. He doesn’t show it, but he feels almost sick from how much this one feeling starts to creep up onto him. He pulls the ring out of the box, deep, red ruby glimmering in the moonlight as he wraps his hand around your wrist. You are shaking, fingers almost fidgeting too wildly in his hold, but it all stops the second he puts the ring slowly down your finger. The metal is cool, but it burns just the same as the fire rising in you. “It’s beautiful.” You don’t know what to say, your minor expressions talking for you as the meaning sits down on you.

It’s a perfect fit, like made for you and you are almost scared to look up from the ring to him. “You remember, when I was in the dungeons?” The question leaves you confused, but you only nod, eyes falling on his hand still around your wrist. “I was there because of this…when I was turned, I couldn’t go back to my home. I never saw my mother again, but I never left.” Your expression softens, looking up at him, but he is not looking back at you, his eyes are still set on your hand. “I send them everything — everything I stole from those innocent people, I gave my family. I felt horrible, I knew it wasn’t right to stole and this ring—“ His index finger, touches the stone slightly. “The stone in it was the last thing I gave my mother, nothing else. I remember her saying she always wanted a ruby rig and my father, like he knew it was a gift from me made it into a ring, with just a few pieces of metal, nothing more. After my mother died, my father took the ring and wore it around his neck till his last breath—“ He is shaking, hand gripping your wrist tightly and you soothed his pain by clasping your hand around his trembling one. “I couldn’t bear to look at it for a long time, because it reminded me how much time had passed — time I hadn’t spent with them. I was hiding in shadows, waiting to finally gain control over my hunger, but it was far too little time to truly overcome it. But I did kept it, hidden, but not forgotten and that day when I finally had the courage to go and get it, you appeared right in front of me…”

Your heart aches, eyes blinking away your tears at his words, but when he finally looks up at you, they pool down your cheeks. Words can’t describe how sorry you feel for him, for what those monsters and his creator did to him, so you pull him to you, just like he did to you. His head falls on your chest, ear pressing where your heart beats and he never felt more at home. Not when he and his brothers build this house together, but here in your arms. His fingers tear at your nightgown, mind slowly clearing as you caress his soft hair. Your kiss into his hair line makes him sigh, cold breath fanning over your collarbones and he presses his lips to you.

It’s a light, fatherly kiss, but he doesn’t stop at that. He puts a kiss where your heart is, trying to get closer to it more than he already is. Your fingers tangle in his hair at the quick change in him, when he more and more presses his mouth to your skin. They soon are open mouth kisses, wet and quick, like he has to cover every inch of your body. You squeeze his hand, your other tightening around his strands as he starts to breath shakily under you. His lips follow the veins under your skin, kissing and almost licking his way up your chest to your neck.

You gasp as he wraps his lips around you, sucking lightly and sighing out with you, when you tug at his hair. “I want…I want to-“ Your words are taken away from you with his hungry mouth and you at that take action.

Your inexperience is showing as your hands come to push at his chest lightly, sitting up in your spot. Your moves are shaky and not just by his doings. He looks so drunk on you and you are shocked by how much you seem to be having control over him. He waits for you, watching you closely as you slowly climb up his body. “Y/N…” Hyunjin must be dreaming, because you are looking at him so dearly, while also dripping in absolute sin.

“Is this–“ You are trying to catch your breath, but how when you are on top of him like this, how when he is looking up at you like that? “Do you want to–“

“Yes…so badly.” His hands find your waist, groaning from your words and everything that you are. Your body is so warm under his hands, pushing down at you and you at that crumble, falling onto him as he lays you down onto the bed.

Your legs part, letting him in between them as his head falls to your neck again. Your hands find his shoulders, gripping him tightly to you, head rolling back as he mouths at you again. It’s all so much for you right now, but not enough. The position he has you in is almost like a dream — a dream you once had, but this…this was unimaginable. Hyunjin doesn’t graze you with his teeth, lips and tongue lazily marking you, because he is more occupied by the feeling of your body under him.

You are delirious, looking at him as he tilts his head to catch your gaze, hands not stopping in their exploring. It is like he is trying to see if there is any hint of regret in you. His hands travel from your waist to your stomach, going up, before stopping under your breast. You push into him in reflex, flushtered by your own neediness, too blind to see it being mirrored by him. Your little permission, makes his hands shift higher, before wrapping them around you.

The moan ripping out of you is almost embarrassing as only just that makes you drip. He can feel your nipples under his palms, hands squeezing lightly at you and you suddenly at that push your hips against his. Now, he is the one groaning, his own hips pushing instantly against yours and you can’t stop yourself from grazing against him again. “Oh…Y/N. Like that, just like that-“ Your hand finds his wrist, frown of pleasure on your face as he starts to rub against you.

You can feel all of him and you shiver from the sheer length pressing to your center. Your hips shutter, not too confident in your moves, but he thankfully takes over. The first roll of his hips is hard and delicious. A whimper gets stuck in your throat, because you can already feel your underwear sticking to you, the material of his pants getting caught on your clit. Everything seem to be more clearer, more pleasurable than the night before, even if there isn’t any of his blood in your system no more. You realize that seeing his face controlling into the same amount of pleasure is just better.

A spike of insecurity strikes you, when Hyunjin suddenly sits up to kneel before you, eyes wide and glistening at you. His nose flares, taking in your scent, hands trailing over you to grip the underside of your thighs. You just realize how much you are exposed, how your nightgown doesn’t leave anything to the imagination and how it gathered around your waist. Your legs shake, closing just a little as his eyes fall right at your center and you just know he can see the growing wet spot of your arousal. You come to realize that it wasn’t something to be overly concern about, because he takes your literal breath away, when his fingers grab the meat of your thighs.

You let him lift your hips and pull you by your legs, so your bottom half is right in his lap, because the pleasure he gives you right after makes all of your insecurities melt away. Hyunjin breaths heavily just so he can smell you and you become bashful from it even if he starts to thrust his hips against yours. You bite your lip, arm falling over your eyes, but you still don’t look away from him. It’s so hot — everything. His plump lips are apart, soft noises — moans, groans and hisses leaving him as he moves harder and faster. His hair is in his face, but you can see his eyes going everywhere — from your face, to your moving breast and tummy, before they become fixated at the spot where your bodies met. You can’t lie that if he would be naked, pressing himself into you that it wouldn’t be better…but this is all you can handle right now. The pleasure, the emotions, everything is becoming too much for you. You try to be more quiet in your state, knowing that the others can hear you and it is like he knew you were thinking just that.

A breathless laugh leaves him, wide smile stretching across his face. That expression only gets you more mad as his moves are unwavering, even if lans closer to hover over your body. “Let them hear you–“ The words are whispered to you, his breath fanning over your ear, before he nips at your earlobe.

You whimper almost unwillingly, because you don’t know how to control your sounds anymore after his words. You are still quiet, but to a vampire’s ears it is enough as they probably can even hear your wetness staining you. Hyunjin hovers above you, face so close to yours you want to shove him back into your neck, because his stare is too much. His tongue pokes out of his mouth, your eyes staring at the pink muscle. The tug at your nipple is almost mean as it takes you by surprise, small pain that very quickly changes into pleasure striking you. You can see the silent question in his eyes again, when his hand finds your breast again, fingers playing with the hem of your nightgown and you only give him a look of expectation.

Hyunjin hunger is big and strong, tugging at the restrains of his sanity as he pushes your nightgown down to expose your chest. You are soft, beautiful enough to eat and he doesn’t think further, before his lips are on you again. His kisses, though they held a sense of neediness, are also becoming so desperate and he immediately takes his chance to wrap his lips around your hardened nipple. He can feel your heart drumming, blood rushing to the surface of your skin and it’s enough to tease him senselessly. Your sounds are shorter, almost like trying to catch your breath as he suck at your bud, other hand squeezing your other breast that is still covered.

You are so so soft and delicate here and he would feel sorry for ruining you like this if you wouldn’t be so responsive to his every touch. His cock is leaking, no doubt that his arousal is now mixing with yours through the thin layers of clothing. He thinks he has never felt so much pleasure in his life. It’s everything to him, but for you now it’s…too much — everything suddenly becomes too much for you to handle. The quiet, broken sound of your first sob, breaks him out of his trance, body freezing on top you. He pulls his mouth away from you, going blank as he lifts his head to look at you.

Tears are brimming in your eyes, before rolling down your hot cheeks, puffy lips apart and letting out small cries. Hyunjin hips shutter at your state and he thinks he died right there, but you don’t plea to the heavens as he slows his hips, you do the complete opposite. “Don’t stop…please don’t-“ Your voice is shaky, head titling to look at him. You hand goes to his lower back, pressing down to make him move again, but he only gazes at you in shock. “Please, Hyunjin.” Your cry mixes into a gasp as you pull him up with your hands on his face.

Your emotions are all over the place and you couldn’t hold back the sadness in you no more. It’s bittersweet as it is mixed with so much pleasure and you are thankful that he listen to your words when you look into his eyes. He understands — everything. You sigh in relief, pain and pleasure, when he puts his arms around you to hold you to his body, slowly picking up the delicious speed again.

He is hiding his face in your neck, soft whimper echoing around you as he so desperately chases yours and his pleasure so it would be the only thing left behind. “You are everything — you are my everything–“ It’s breaking your heart more. His voice is so quiet and soft you almost don’t hear him, but his hand finding yours tells you everything you need.

You lace your fingers with his, squeezing tightly, your nails digging into his alabaster skin and he lets you dig into him deeper so it would last. The small drips of his blood are ignored, when he feels your heart jumping, hips bumping against his. Your head rolls back, small sobs filling the room, when you feel yourself falling over the edge. Feeling and hearing your pleasure leads him to his own and he snaps his hips against yours hard, stilling as he cums right after you.

He doesn’t stop hugging you, even when he rides out yours and his pleasure, milking every last bits of it as he for the first time feels exhaustion taking over him. Hyunjin lets you cry, listening to your every sound, reading your every emotion without moving away from you. He caresses you, maping every dip and curve on your body, like it would be the last time he would be able do that. It won’t — he will make sure of that, but this night, he lets you express your own feelings that became so dear to him. Tomorrow won’t be your doom…it won’t be…

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CALL ME M O N S T E R

➽ PAIRING : Vampire Hyunjin x Fem Reader

➽ SUMMARY : Vampire Hyunjin has lived hundreds of years alone, only leaving his castle when the thirst becames too unbearable, so what happened when a pretty faced broken human asks to be his blood pet?

➽ WARNINGS : Mention of Abuse, body bruises and injuries, implied starvation

[PART 2] [How it's like Living with Vampire Hyunjin]

Note : i Don't usually like Vampire AUs but JJAM Hyunjin did something to me

There was a big dark castle just outside of the kingdom no one dares to go there, everyone knew who was inside it or more like…what was inside, the monster hidden  inside away from their sight

The last time someone visited that castle was 10 years ago, and it was an army of men looking to take the monster down that was terrorizing the whole kingdom, however it ended up with the kingdom missing a whole army

A deal between the king and the monster was made that day, whenever he's hungry he will go and pick a random human from the kingdom and suck their blood, however he will only suck enough to feed his hunger and not to kill the human

He might be a monster but he does have morals, and he doesn't wish to kill someone unnecessary, so that leads him to now staring at the human who just entered his castle, he was confused only one human came?

Why would someone in their right mind visit his castle and at night at that?! were they looking for death? When the vampire took a closer look at the human he could see the torn worn out clothes, the messy hair, the bare dirty feet

He growled loudly and apparently that was enough to have the human heartbeat picking path, and falling on the marble floor whimpering loudly, the human was scared? Good he smiled maliciously it's been awhile since he last had fun

With one snap the light of the candles went out, and the human heartbeat was deliciously getting more and more louder, in a second he stood behind the human flicking the lights back on, you havn't noticed that the vampire moved behind you yet, too frozen in fear to notice

“You dare come to my castle human?” In a second there was a loud yell followed by backing up to the wall trying to get as far away from the monster as possible, Hyunjin smiled making it a point to show off his thin tall fangs, you kept staring at him in fear

“Are you just going to keep staring little one”  as if on cue the your eyes widened as if they remembered why they're here in the first place, you quickly got on your knees bowing deeply making you head touch the floor “ple-se m-y lo-o-ord” the human had manners good

He chuckled darkly “what are you here for?” The poor thing shook in fear as Hyunjin got closer but you didn't dare to move you just lifted you head up eyes glossing over “p-le-ase let m-me be your b-blood pet” now that took the vampire by surprise “what?”

you couldn't hold back anymore, your tears finally fell and Hyunjin doesn't usually care much about human tears, he was used to seeing their tears, but this time it was different the human Infront of him was not crying in fear like the others, they were crying in despair what an awful smell “I will p-proof I'm worthy please just try me”

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to you "You're willing to be my blood pet? That's a bold move, little one." He smiled, his fangs glinting in the dim light.

you nodded vigorously, your eyes brimming with tears. "I-I will do anything, p-please just Take me In"

“What makes you think I need one in the first place?” “You don't like visiting the kingdom, you h-hate how the people scream” That was true; he hated how much men and women would scream as soon as they saw him. “What's in it for you?” He raised his brow.

Who in their right mind would make an offer like that to a vampire? “I don't wa-anna go back there” “What's your name?” “Y/N, my lord” “Ok, little Y/N, I want you to get in the shower and scrub off all the dirt on your body” your eyes widened, does that mean he will take you in?

you looked around, oh yeah right; you didn't know where the bathroom is. “Follow me” Hyunjin wasn't actually going to let you stay in his castle forever; he would just suck you dry and kill you, morals or not. you did trespass on his property. and he does not appreciate that.

He opened the door waiting for you to go inside, and he stood there waiting. “So?” you looked at him confused with those round innocent-looking eyes. “S-so?” you managed to say back. Hyunjin chuckled. “Are you going to shower with clothes on?”

Realization hit you; he wanted you to strip right in front of him. you looked down, no backing down. Y/N, if you disobey his very first order, he will kick you out or even worse kill you. you did say you would do anythin...

You took a shaky breath, willing your shaky hands to move and take off your tattered shirt.

you didn't dare to look at the vampire; didn't dare to see the look in the vampire's eyes once he sees how your body looked like. Once you were just about to pull your pants off, you heard an angry growl. and a door slamming you freezes; fuck now you're dead.

he was gone he left you alone in the big fancy bathroom your legs gave out as you sobbed too scared to move too scared to even think what he will do with you next

“And they call me a fucking monster!”

Hyunjin didn't believe his eyes; he only asked the human to strip to see how far they would take it, what was their breaking point. but he did not expect to see the bruises, cuts, and degrading words engraved in the human's skin.

His blood boiled he knows he's a vampire he knows humans are usually smaller than him but you were too small too skinny TOO FUCKING DESPRATE

The fact that you would rather be a blood bank instead of living with your own kind made him Furios, he knows he shouldn't care but this whole thing was just unexpected

Now he fucking knows why this little human wanted to be his blood pet; why they wanted to leave that fucking hell hole and live with a vampire.

[PART 2]

[How it's like Living with Vampire Hyunjin]

✦ Masterlist ✦

[emithecharmer]

Shakespeare's Apprentice

Vampire!Hyunjin x human!reader

Warnings: One swear (kind of), vampires

"Soo.." I bit my lip nervously.

"What do vampires do exactly?" I asked, unconsciously bringing some of my hair over my shoulder.

"Stay out of sight, but you can see how that's going." Hyunjin chuckled, resting his head on his arm, turning to face me.

"Do you sleep?" He shook his head.

"Can you eat human food or-?" His lip curled up at that.

"We can, but it's not good." My jaw dropped.

"So, all of the times I cooked for you-" He perked up.

"Now, that was good. It reminded me of when I was human, your soup tastes like my mom's did." He smiled softly.

"Do you miss her?"

"Every single day. I stayed with her until her dying breath, she was a bit curious on why I hadn't aged, but..She never cared much about it." He chuckled a bit.

"Was it hard?" He shrugged.

"I think what helped was the fact she was my mom. I would hate myself for the rest of my life if I hurt her," He tilted his head to look at you, "or you." My heart fluttered and he smiled.

"Is it hard being around me?" I asked, turning to face him, although it was a bit difficult, due to us being in the car.

"Not at all. You're a breath of fresh air." I blinked, surprised at that.

"You're my mate, which means your blood has no appeal to me, only you do." I frowned.

"So, you wouldn't like me if I wasn't your- mate?" He shook his head.

"It's not that simple. A mate is..someone that we're tied to. It's someone that we protect, and that was..made for us? But not in a weird way..It's like..You know what a soulmate is, yes?" I nodded.

"It's like that."

"So we're soulmates?" He nodded at my question.

"Is it weird?" He asked, a bit self-conscious at the new ground he was treading.

"..Well, I mean, you are kind of a vampire, so besides the obvious, not really." He chuckled at my answer.

"'Kind of a vampire?'" I rolled my eyes at his teasing, gaining confidence.

"You know what I mean." He nodded, smiling.

"Your smile's pretty." I said without thinking.

"You're pretty." He replied, reaching out slowly, as if not to scare me, and grabbed my hand, holding it in his. I noted the temperature difference, but it somehow didn't bother me as much as I thought it might.

"Am I cold?" He asked.

"Yeah, but it's nice."

"You're really warm." He said.

"..Can I ask more questions?"

"Can I keep holding your hand?" I nodded.

"Then yes."

.

"What about kids?" I asked.

"I don't really know, I guess it's not impossible? But I'm not exactly an expert on the subject."

"How old were you when you were turned?"

"18."

"Do you know any other vampires?" He nodded.

"I have a coven."

"A 'coven?'" I tilt my head.

"We're basically a band of vampires." He explained in simple terms.

"Oh, right, duh, 'Twilight.' And a 'band?' Ooh, i'll buy tickets." He snorts at my lame joke.

"I'll get you a backstage pass." I smile.

.

"So, what do you do? I mean..I hope you don't do what the Cullens did." He groaned.

"Heck no, I think we'd kill ourselves doing that. I paint, and sell them online. Chris, our 'sire' or 'leader,' whatever he is, he produces along with Bin and Jisung, all online. Minho sells recipes and Felix does the same, but he's also a masked gamer on Twitch and YouTube. Seungmin is a masked singer, along with Jeongin, but both of them kind of dabble in their interests." I nod, entranced as he talks, and i think he notices based off his smirk.

"Don't make me wipe that smirk off." I warn.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." He teases back, smiling softly as he looked into my eyes. "They're gorgeous," he continues, "your eyes, I mean. The rest of you is beautiful too, but your eyes make me feel like i'm somewhere else..Like i'm," he struggled to find the words, "human."

"Ok, Shakespeare, don't go all poet on me." He laughed, leaning in.

"Forgive me, my love, I must have forgotten how small-minded you are."

"Oh really? I'll show you small minded." He laughed again as I struggled to open the car door.

"You may want to try unlocking it."

"I was testing you."

"Ah, of course." He didn't call out my lie as we both got out of the car from where we were parked in the riverfront parking lot.

"Is this how you change me, drown me and then sink your teeth in me." His eyes widen at my joke.

"I would never! But yes, drowning is typically the way we go." He said, obviously joking and making me roll my eyes. "One of these days, they'll get stuck up there."

"Damn, okay mom." He huffs, smiling, but it soon disappears as he looks up to the sky.

"What is it?"

"It's going to rain soon, we should head back, I'll drive you home."

"....Or..." He turns to me, his brow furrowing.

"What?" He asks as the first few drops fall onto the smooth rocks under our feet.

"..Well, and call me crazy if you must, but uh..We could dance." His face softens for a split second before he smirks.

"Who's Shakespeare now?"

"Uh, still you, babygirl. I'm just super-uber romantic." He smiles, walking to me and taking my hand in his, laying it gently on his shoulder, taking my other hand and interlacing it with his.

"Luckily, i am too." He smiles, and I swear my heart stops as he leans down, pressing our foreheads together.

"I'm glad I met you, Hyunjin." I say as we sway to the music that can only be heard in our hearts.

"I'm eternally blessed that you've chosen to grace me with your beauty."

"Someone call up Italy, cause I got Shakespeare right here."

"I take it back." He says, before kissing me softly.

[james-is-here]

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 ℜ𝔲𝔦𝔫

𝒜 𝓋𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓼. 𝒜 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓼. 𝒜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒷𝑜𝓌

The moon hung heavy in the ink-black sky, silver light spilling through the grand windows of Hyunjin’s estate. The vampire stood near the fireplace, his long, slender fingers trailing over the edge of a blessed silver cross that rested on the mantle. The mere touch sent an intoxicating burn through his skin, a sharp sting that made his breath hitch. His pupils dilated, lips parting slightly as he waited, anticipation curling in his stomach.

And then, there he was.

Mn.

The only human Hyunjin had ever bowed to, the only one who could make him weak.

Mn stepped into the room, his presence commanding, even without the supernatural power that Hyunjin possessed. He didn’t need it. He had something far more potent: control. And Hyunjin craved it.

“You started without me,” Mn observed, his voice calm but laced with something darker.

Hyunjin smirked, but it was shaky. “Just getting warmed up.”

Mn hummed, stepping closer, his fingers brushing the vampire’s wrist. Hyunjin shuddered at the lightest touch, a barely contained whimper escaping his throat. Mn tilted his head, watching him closely.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” Mn mused, dragging his fingers further up Hyunjin’s arm, slow and deliberate. “You know it hurts, and yet you reach for it.”

Hyunjin swallowed hard, his fangs pressing against his lower lip. “I like the way it feels.”

A soft chuckle. Mn reached into his pocket, pulling out a small vial of clear liquid. Hyunjin’s eyes locked onto it, a sharp inhale betraying his excitement.

Holy water.

Mn uncorked it with a practiced ease, the spout small enough for Mn to splash it over his hand. He then reached out, pressing his damp hand against Hyunjin’s throat. The reaction was immediate—a searing pain that made the vampire tremble, his knees nearly buckling as his hands clutched at Mn’s waist for support.

“Ah-” Hyunjin gasped, his entire body tightening before a pleased sigh slipped from his lips. His skin burned where Mn touched, a deep, radiating sting that sent shivers down his spine.

Mn leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “You sure are something else, my love.”

Hyunjin could barely think past the pleasure curling in his stomach, past the way his body surrendered to Mn’s touch. He could overpower him in an instant, could pin Mn down and take what he wanted. But he didn’t want to. He never did.

No, what he wanted, what he needed, was this.

Mn’s control.

Mn’s patience, strength, and gentle but firm hands brought him to the edge of pain and pleasure.

And Mn loved giving it to him.

Loved that Hyunjin, a vampire feared by many, someone who could tear him apart effortlessly, was utterly powerless under him.

Mn pressed closer, his lips ghosting over Hyunjin’s pulse point, not that he had one, but the action still made the vampire tremble. Then, without hesitation, Mn bit down.

Hyunjin gasped, fingers tightening in Mn’s shirt.

There was no sharpness, no fangs sinking in, only blunt human teeth pressing into his cold skin. But it was enough.

Hyunjin moaned, his head tilting back as a delicious heat pooled in his stomach and he stepped closer, his crotch brushing against Mn’s thigh. The dull ache of the bite, the way Mn’s tongue soothed over the mark, sent shudders through his body.

“It's so pathetic, darling, how much you love this,” Mn murmured against his throat, lips trailing to Hyunjin’s jaw. “Being at my mercy. Letting me have you like this.”

Hyunjin could only nod, his breaths uneven and a whimper cutting through. “Y-Yes. Only you.”

Mn pulled back slightly, his fingers still resting against the raw, burned skin of Hyunjin’s neck. He studied him, admiring the flushed look on the vampire’s usually pale face, the way his lips were parted, desperate and waiting.

And Mn knew, Hyunjin would wait for him forever if he asked.

A vampire, centuries old, brought to his knees by a human.

Mn smirked, dipping his fingers back into the vial.

“Then let’s keep going.”

Hyunjin’s chest rose and fell with deep, shuddering breaths, though he had no real need for air. His body reacted as if he did, like a human overwhelmed by sensation, trembling under Mn’s touch. His skin still sizzled where the holy water clung to it, the sting so perfectly agonizing that he ached for more.

Mn took his time, looking down and swirling the bottle, watching the clear liquid swirl inside. He could see the way Hyunjin’s eyes tracked his every movement, pupils blown wide, lips parted as if he were about to beg for it.

Not that Mn would ever make him.

No, Hyunjin didn’t need to beg. Mn gave him everything, always.

With a knowing smirk, Mn lifted the vial higher and tilted it before tapping the bottom, letting it splash onto Hyunjin’s collarbone.

The vampire flinched, a sharp gasp slipping from his lips. The burn spread through his body like wildfire, pleasure twining with pain until the two were indistinguishable.

“M-Mn,” Hyunjin stammered, fingers twitching against Mn’s waist where he's still trying to ground himself, uncertain whether he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

Mn only hummed, leaning in, his warm breath fanning against the fresh burn. Then, deliberately slow, he dragged his tongue over the small wounds.

Hyunjin whined, morphing into a whimper. His fingers curled into Mn’s sleeves, gripping tight as a violent shudder racked his body.

Mn grinned against his skin, pleased. “Sensitive, aren’t we?”

Hyunjin whimpered. “Y-You kn-know I am,” Hyunjin panted, voice shaking. His head tilted back instinctively, exposing more of his throat, offering himself completely. It was something no vampire should ever do—showing such vulnerability. But with Mn, it was different. He wanted to be taken apart, dismantled, broken, crushed.

Mn splashed more of the holy water on his hand, sliding them from under Hyunjin's ear to his adam's apple. The vampire gasped, stepping impossibly closer against Mn as the burn spread through his nerves, white-hot and intoxicating.

Mn pressed a kiss to his lips, soft despite the cruel game he was playing, dominate as he forced his tongue past Hyunjin’s lips, licking into his mouth and grazing his tongue over one of Hyunjin’s fangs then biting his lip and pulling back. “You love this,” he murmured, his fingers never stopping their gentle trail over Hyunjin's collarbones. “You love it when I use your weaknesses against you, don't you?”

Hyunjin nodded frantically, his fangs biting into his lower lip. “I do~ I do, I love it so,” he admitted, voice breathy, desperate.

Mn kissed him again, firmer this time. His grip on Hyunjin’s jaw tightened slightly, grounding him. The vampire melted into it, pliant, his entire existence crumbling under Mn’s control.

And Mn? Mn thrived in this power.

It was intoxicating, knowing that he, a mere human, had complete dominion over a creature who could kill him in an instant.

A creature who wanted to be ruled by him.

Mn pulled back just enough to meet Hyunjin’s dazed eyes. He let his fingers trail back up, brushing over Hyunjin’s throat, the vampire shuddered as if he could feel the phantom beat of his still heart beneath his skin.

“You want another bite?” Mn asked, voice teasing.

Hyunjin nodded instantly, his hands gripping Mn’s waist. “Yes, god yes please~, Mn.”

Mn chuckled, dipping down once more. His teeth sank in, not sharp like a vampire’s, but blunt, human. And yet, it almost made Hyunjin keel over.

The vampire moaned, his fingers tightening as Mn’s teeth pressed into the already tender skin. He could still feel the burn of the holy water there, could still taste the lingering sting on his fingertips from the cross from earlier. It was a perfect cocktail of agony and euphoria, one that only Mn could craft.

Mn pulled back, licking over the fresh mark he left behind. His fingers brushed Hyunjin’s burning skin, soothing the pain with gentle touches.

“You’re mine,” Mn murmured against his throat. “All of you. Even the parts that should terrify me.”

Hyunjin shivered, nodding weakly. “Y-Yours,” he whispered. “Always.”

Mn smirked, dragging his nails lightly over Hyunjin’s chest, the part that his unbuttoned tunic showed. “Good. Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

And Hyunjin, with a lovesick, breathless smile, let himself fall completely into Mn’s hands.

Hyunjin barely registered the world around him anymore. His legs trembled beneath him, his once-imposing presence reduced to something fragile, something weak. Mn had stripped him of his strength with nothing but calculated touches, whispered words, and the sting of divinity against his cursed skin.

And Hyunjin loved it.

Mn’s hands smoothed over his waist, steadying him, guiding him away from the fireplace. Hyunjin let himself be moved, utterly pliant as Mn led him across the room. His knees nearly buckled, but Mn was there, firm yet gentle, keeping him upright, making sure he felt just how powerless he had become.

By the time Mn eased him onto the couch, Hyunjin’s head was spinning. He collapsed against the plush cushions, his breaths coming in shallow pants, his fangs peeking out from his parted lips. His whole body was tingling, a thrumming anticipation curling in his stomach as he watched Mn move.

But instead of settling beside him, Mn walked behind the couch, disappearing from Hyunjin’s sight.

Hyunjin stiffened. His fingers twitched against the fabric, a delicious, dizzying nervousness spreading through his veins.

“Mn ?” he called, voice softer than he intended.

A chuckle.

“You’re on edge,” Mn mused, his voice floating from behind. “Good.”

Hyunjin swallowed, gripping the couch as he tried to resist the urge to turn and follow Mn’s movements. But before he could, Mn’s hands came into view with a chain, jump ring on the right, clasp on the left.

Mn also had something clenched in his fist. He slid the delicate chain around so the clasp was in the back, keeping his closed hand hovering over Hyunjin’s chest before releasing his hand from the pendant to place it between his collarbones.

And then, burning.

Hyunjin’s entire body arched off the couch as the pendant was touched to his skin, the metal cold but burning at the same time. The sting was immediate, radiating from the center of his chest like a searing brand. He gasped, a breathless, shaky moan slipping past his lips before he could stop it.

Mn laughed.

Low, dark, pleased.

Hyunjin barely had time to process it before Mn was leaning in, his lips brushing over his jaw. “You sound so fucking pretty when you break for me,” he murmured, dragging a finger over the blessed cross pendant before adding a bit of pressure and pushing down.

Hyunjin whimpered, his fingers clenching helplessly at the cushions as the holy pendant continued to burn against his skin, a constant, unbearable pleasure-pain that made his head spin. He wanted to rip it off—and at the same time, he never wanted it to leave him.

Then, sharp teeth, blunt but demanding, sinking into his throat.

Hyunjin shattered.

He choked out a desperate moan, his body going completely limp as Mn bit him. Bit him. The dull, human teeth pressing into his already raw, sensitive skin sent a white-hot pleasure shooting through his veins, so intense that his vision blurred at the edges.

But then, something more, something unexpected.

Pain. Real, sharp, cutting pain.

Mn had bitten hard enough to break the skin.

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his mind melting under the realization. He was bleeding.

A vampire. A creature of the night, the hunter, the predator. And yet, he was the one bleeding. He was the one trembling under the touch of a simple human.

And it felt so fucking good.

Hyunjin let out a shuddering gasp, his body tightening before relaxing entirely, his hands moving from the couch cushions to rest weakly in his lap before pressing desperately against his embarrassing erection that strained against his slacks.

Mn licked over the wound, soothing the sting before pulling back slightly. His breath was warm against Hyunjin’s damp skin as he whispered, “Look at you. A vampire, helpless in my hands. Bleeding for me.”

Hyunjin could barely form words, his mind a haze of pleasure and submission. “O-Only you,” he finally managed, voice wrecked. “F-Fuck, only y-you, sir...Sh-Shit~”

Mn hummed, hand reaching over the back of the couch, fingers trailing down Hyunjin’s neck to the pendant resting between his collarbones. He pressed it deeper into the vampire’s skin again, delighted in the way Hyunjin’s body twitched beneath him and his chest pushes up into Mn’s hand.

“That’s fucking right, my love.” Mn murmured, lips ghosting over Hyunjin’s ear. “Only me.”

Hyunjin’s body felt like it wasn’t his own anymore. He was floating, drowning, burning, and melting all at once. The weight of the blessed cross against his collarbones sent waves of searing pleasure-pain through him, making his breaths come in soft, shaky pants. He should have hated this, should have feared the way his body responded to something meant to harm him, but instead, he was falling deeper, completely unraveling in Mn’s hands.

And Mn knew.

He could feel the way Hyunjin was slipping further into that intoxicating space where pain and pleasure became indistinguishable.

Mn smirked, his fingers trailing down Hyunjin’s chest, dipping into Hyunjin’s loose tunic, dancing over his pecs, palms dragging over his nipples, then sliding to his ribs, then reaching further over hyunjin to the smooth planes of his stomach. Every touch made Hyunjin shudder, over-sensitive, and overwhelmed. But Mn wasn’t done.

Not yet.

He pulled back and reached into his pocket, retrieving the vial of holy water once more. Hyunjin’s breath hitched when he heard the quiet pop of the cap being removed. His lips parted, a whimper caught in his throat, anticipation making him tense.

Mn chuckled darkly as he circled around Hyunjin to stand between Hyunjin’s legs. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”

Hyunjin nodded frantically, his fingers gripping his pants like a lifeline. His whole body was shaking, every nerve buzzing in anticipation.

Mn tapped the vial over Hyunjin.

A single drop of holy water fell, landing directly above the blessed cross resting against Hyunjin’s chest then dripped down the side.

And Hyunjin shattered.

His entire body jerked, back arching violently, hips snapping up in a desperate, involuntary movement. A strangled, wrecked moan tore from his throat, his hands flying to press into his erection again.

The burn was unbearable, divine agony spreading through his body in waves, consuming him.

And yet, he loved it. So much.

The overstimulation was too much, too intense, making his vision blur and his mind go blank. He's so far gone he doesn't realize he is cumming in his pants.

His body trembled violently beneath Mn, every muscle tensing as the searing pleasureable pain overwhelmed him. And then, unexpectedly, his breath caught, his throat tightening as a sob tore from his lips.

Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks before he could stop them. His body convulsed, overwhelmed, and utterly wrecked by the sensation crashing over him as he pressed his hands more firmly against himself as he jerked his hips more as he came.

And Mn watched it all unfold with a deep, satisfied smirk.

“My poor, pathetic predator of the night,” he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement. He leaned in, lips brushing over Hyunjin’s trembling jaw. “Such a powerful creature and yet you’re crying for me, a mere human, and pathetically soiling your pants."

Hyunjin whimpered, another sob slipping free as his hips jerked again, his body unable to handle the intensity of what he was feeling. His fingers clutched at his pants with some of them tightening over his length for more friction.

But Mn wasn’t cruel, not truly. He shifted, one hand on the back of the couch, the other cupping Hyunjin’s flushed, tear-streaked face, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb. “Shh,” he soothed, though there was still that teasing lilt to his voice. “I’ve got you.”

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his body slowly relaxing as Mn traced soft, grounding circles over his skin. The burn was still there, pulsing, lingering, but Mn’s touch made it manageable.

Mn pressed a kiss to his temple, whispering, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Hyunjin could only sigh, exhausted, boneless, utterly gone.

And completely, hopelessly devoted to the human who knew just what to do to absolutely destroy him.

Big thanks to @succubus-hansol who let me bring their idea to a reality with our favorite secret vampire dumpling.

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[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Bernadette

Genre: Smut, historian (Victorian age)

Pairing: Vampire (Yandere?) Hyunjin x doll-like (f) virgin reader 

Word count: 1094

Summary: On a Victorian ball you meet an mysterious man. He was impressed by your doll like features and decides to take you and make you his.

Warnings: Dub-Con, hypnosis, virgin reader, degradation, spanking, reader is seen as a doll, yandere themes, dacryphilia, creampie, bitting 

🎶 Bernadette - IAMX

Original Date: 10 October 2020

Part two: Victoria  Part three: Jeanny  Epilogue: Maria

You were invited to a masquerade ball. You were one known to be one of the finest dressmakers in the world. You look at your doll and knew you should start on your dress immediately before other people would ask you for dresses to make.

You grabbed your green and black fabric and started to work. You wanted it to be a two-piece, a corset, and a skirt.

A whole 2 months went by but your dress was ready, the black corset matched nicely with your green hoop skirt. Your mask just covered your eyes and was detailed with black, green, and hints of gold, making it completely match with your outfit. “One day before the ball.” You were busy with the final details as you heard the door of your shop opened. “Dear miss Y/N? I come to collect my dress for tomorrow.”

Your favorite customer said, making you smile as you walked towards the front of the shop with her dress.

“Lady Felicia, great to see you. Here your dress, made of the finest red fabric I could find. Maybe you can even score a man tomorrow.” The woman smiled.

“Here you go, I’ll pick you up tomorrow I don’t want you to get lost.” She said, handing you the money.

“Now bye-bye dear.”

You sat next to lady Felicia in her carriage to the ball. It was a beautiful palace and you were fascinated by it as it was your first ball

“My dear Y/N. You look so beautiful! You have such a doll-like appearance, I’m sure every man there wants you as his wife.” She said smiling. The carriage stopped in front of the house and the coachman opened the door, helping Lady Felicia and you out of it.

Lady Felicia smiled and pulled you inside the house to the ballroom. You were stunned by the number of people and how beautiful the house was. It was as if it was built with gold. The Lady next to you smiled as the waltz was played.

“Dear, find yourself a man to dance with,” she said smiling as she walked away to find a man. You on the other hand were shy and looked around until your eyes landed on a man.

He was tall and fully dressed in black. His mask covered half of his face and his smile was beautiful. His long blond hair gave him a royalty vibe, you walked to the man as he was standing here alone. You didn’t know what came over you as you stood in front of him, you were speechless and wanted to turn around again until the man stopped you.

“Miss? Would you like to dance?” He asks, his eyes were dark. It was pretty unusual as in some lighting it looked red.

“I would love too, I just don’t know how to dance.” You brushed it off and he leads you to the dance floor.

“I lead you don’t worry.” the man said and you two started to dance.

You two danced for a while until he pulls you with him to the side. “What’s your name doll?” He said smiling, his eyes turning bright red as you got mesmerized by it leading your eyes into having a purple haze around it.

“Y/N.” You said not knowing what just happened.

“Well Y/N, I’m Hyunjin, come with me.” He holds out a hand for you and you followed without any question, you felt in love. He was so handsome and he wanted some alone time, that was the best thing you could ever think of.

He brings you into a room, far away from all the other guests. You were amazed by his look, his eyes were still mesmerizing. He walks closer to you and managed to find a way to take off your skirt.

“Look at that.” He smiled, taking off your hoop and then your panties. “Leave that corset on, I really like that.” He laid your chest with your ass turned to him. “Count for me, doll.”

He takes off his belt and hits your ass, you moaned out of pleasure. He continued, making you count till 50. Your ass was bleeding and red once he was finished and smiled by seeing the masterpiece.

Hyunjin unzipped his pants and pulls them down enough to take his cock out. He slams his cock into you and the purple haze in your eyes disappeared. You screamed out in pain.

Hyunjin was going into a fast pace while smirking, seeing you like that made him want to go even faster. Your screams turned into moans, making Hyunjin eyes turn bright red.

He leans down to your neck and bites into it, drinking some of your blood. “You taste good doll.” He whispers in your ear as he still went at his fast pace. You moaned loudly at the feeling, his whispering made your hairs stand up and clench around his cock.

“You like that doll?” He said holding onto your corseted waist.

“You are clenching around me, you sure are loving it.” Hyunjin laughs, he kept on hitting your g-spot and the knot in your stomach grew with each time he hit that spot. After a hard thrust, you came undone and he couldn’t help but laugh at you.

“So desperate. Guess where I’m going to cum in?” He whispered in your ear again, wrapping his arms around you, laughing at your demise.

“Please, no... no please I beg you! Please not inside of me!” You cried out, trying to grab something without any success.

“I’m going to breed my doll,” Hyunjin smirked, his hands towards your hips, and with one last thrust, he cums in you. The feeling made you cum for the second time and it tired you out.

“You are mine now, no man wants to marry a nonvirgin. Especially if a man's cum is dripping out of you.” Hyunjin laughs loudly as he zipped up his pants.

“Now my fiancé gets up. I’ll bring you to your new playhouse doll, where will live for eternally.” He helps you with the skirt, making sure you didn’t wear your panties. “I’m going to dress you up then, be my toy which pleases me.”

He made you stand up as he put on the hoop, his cum slowing dripped down your leg, making him smirk. He pulls your skirt over it and whispered in your ear.

[facioleeknow]

Dessert ° Hwang Hyunjin

Your vampire boyfriend loves to treat you and take care of you, in more ways than one ;)

Wc: 893 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY, Vampire AU

Tw: smut, Vampire Hyunjin, oral, biting, blood, blood drinking, mention of food and eating, public sex

Part of my valentine's day collab!

When Hyunjin told you the truth about what he really was you were shocked to say the least. It took you some time and some pondering to accept his nature and to not instinctively be afraid of him. The thought of breaking up with him did cross your mind but the way he behaved was not dangerous, in fact he cherished and protected life. The love you felt for him was way too powerful to ignore and when you went back to him, he welcomed you like you never left, with open arms.

Having a vampire boyfriend had clearly its downfalls; he was an undead creature and to survive he needed to take life from others. It was a bloody life, literally. But it also had its perks. Hyunjin had lived thousands of years, had hundreds of lovers and knew his emotions and what he wanted. That sureness was what attracted humans the most, the confidence he exuded was intoxicating. It was also what pulled you in at first, that confidence, and what made you feel safe now as months had passed and you were well into your relationship.

Another perk was the money. He was loaded because he didn’t need to eat nor drink nor do most things that humans spent money on. It would be a lie to say that you didn’t like being spoiled. And spoil you he did,he always bought you the finest dresses and jewelry and offered you the most delicious food.

That’s why when a box arrived at your house on valentine's day with a simple “wear this tonight “ note, you weren’t surprised, nor were you surprised when he parked his car in front of one of the most expensive restaurants in town.

He had booked a private room for you two, “only the best for you my love” he said and then the chef had dropped your food off and left. You were alone.

The food was amazing, everything melted in your mouth and the different flavors were paired so well together that a little gasp escaped your mouth. Hyunjin chuckled at your reaction. He wasn’t eating, he had told you once that human food all tasted bland to him after he was turned, but he had a glass of wine in his hand that he sipped lazily. 

You devoured the meal under Hyunjin’s attentive gaze.

“It was great, baby. Thank you,” you looked at him with shiny eyes. Your boyfriend simply grasped your hand and started to gently drag his thumb along your smooth skin.

“How about some dessert, my love? We could split it,” he asked with a sultry voice. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don’t like human food.”

“You are right, my love, but there is one dessert that I particularly love.”

You gasped in excitement,  it was the first time you heard of Hyunjin liking human food.

“Then we should order it,” you looked around for a waiter to no avail.

“There is no need, my love, it’s here already,” he smiled at you wickedly.

In a matter of seconds the plates were on the floor and you were propped on the table. 

“Hyunjin, the plates,” you whimpered as you felt his fingers drag along your thighs, left bare when your  dress rode up.

The vampire’s cold fingers creeped up your thighs and reached your hips.

“No panties? Naughty girl,” he purred in your ear.

“It’s your valentine’s present, do you like it?” you gasped as he kissed and licked at your neck.

“I love it, my love, I need to reward you for this fantastic present.”

Hyunjin gently pushed you to lay your back on the table, his fingers slowly pried your legs open and his eyes fixed on your already wet cunt.

“Baby,” you squirmed, trying to close your legs.

“You have the prettiest pussy, my love,” he moaned at the sight of you. 

His tongue delved between your legs, little moans and whimpers could be heard both from you and him. His long fingers massaged your thighs firmly. He lapped and sucked at your swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Baby, I feel empty,” you whined. Hyunjin hummed, the vibrations making you see stars. His pointer finger pushed against your little hole. Your pussy swallowed his fingers greedily.

Your back arched off the table, Hyunjin always made you see stars.

“Baby, can I drink? Just a little,” he begged.

“Please Hyunjin, bite me.”

You felt his tongue leave your clit just to be replaced by his thumb. He rubbed at your little bundle of nerves mercilessly while his fingers scissored inside of you, you wouldn’t have been able to last long if he kept that up. His sharp teeth delicately nipped the skin of your thigh and then sinked in, at the same time his thumb pressed more into your clit and started rubbing with more vigor. 

Your boyfriend let out a little moan at the taste of your blood, but it only lasted a moment as he parted from you a second later.

His mouth swiftly got back to his place between your legs. His fingers bent and pushed against that sweet sweet spot inside you, his mouth sucked harshly at your pussy.

The knot inside your stomach snapped and you saw white. The pleasure overwhelmed your senses.

“Sweet as always.”

[sanriomilk]

Whoever made this.. thank you. Cause I need more dracula!hyunjin fanfics now

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Golden lights broke through heavy clouds, rain catching each ray to enhance it. In the midst of death, a castle loomed over, stone old and weathered, having long stood against the elements.

A coffin, nails rusted and wood rotted, was pried gently off. Feathers blocked the sun from the room, leaving it shaded. Careful hands cupped around the dead’s face; still glowing with youth, yet pale and cold. Leaning in, Felix bit his lip till it bled and kissed the long dead crown prince. Eyes still open, the angel watched as the corpse twitched and opened his eyes.

Still dazed, the corpse leaned in, pinning his prey to the ground. Wings flew to cocoon them in their own world. Fangs scraped against Felix lips, and his blood was greedily taken. 

“Felix,” Hyunjin gasped, pulling away. Through the dim glow Felix's feathers and hair and freckles and skin gave off, he could make out his hazy, glossed over eyes and widened grin. “How long has it been?”

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should it be a whole oneshot ff on ao3 or will it be something forever hidden in my docs or is god going to tell me that it needs more and i end up with a multi-chapter fic i may not have the will to write? hmmm

sometimes i forget that yn exists... and then i search a boyband on tumblr and somehow yn is everywhere. no hate ig u go yn

[hyunpic]

hedgehog feeding hours at the petting zoo 🦔

[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin, part thirteen.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

genre: vampire au

word count: 23K

warnings: angst ⋆ gore

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You couldn’t quite recognize yourself. The first glance at the mirror before you reflected the sadness, fright, and pain that you feel — the dark circles under your eyes, red from the restless nights you have spent here. Though after a while, under all these layers that lay over your features, it was still you. The girl afraid of so many yet, compared to now, little things. The girl who never imagined herself being in this situation — too scared to even try and survive what her future self did. Your melancholy circled around you, wrapping its cold arms around your neck, but at this moment, for the first time in a while, you truly enjoyed seeing yourself… like it was for the first time.

You can still remember your first breath this morning — remember the feel of his body behind you, cold as ice, but his touches warmer than the sun kissing your skin. You remember waking up from a restless night, but him being by your side gave you everything you needed. You blink a little too harshly at the light shinning down on the side of your face. You couldn’t sleep because you didn’t want to miss the feel of the sun’s warmth — which you haven’t felt and seen for a while. You got so used to the ways of a vampire life that you forgot you are human after all — ignoring your very much human feelings.

Watching yourself in the mirror, your gaze trail over the soft hue of browns, pinks, eyes circling around the redness of your cheeks till they fall on your lips. They are red, bitten, the color of blood, the lipstick the maids put on for you nothing, but a stain now. Your chest tightened, breaths short, mostly from your anxiety, but also from the corset tightened around your body. The dress on you was heavy — layers, upon layers of fabric, the deep maroon color seeping through your skin. You didn’t know that a color could give a person an heartache. It only reminds you of the blood that was shed because of you.

You don’t even flinch back when the woman next to you almost punctures you with the last hair pin, the small sting not lingering for too long. You can see her leave your side, because you still weren’t done with looking at yourself. The more you look, the more your mind swirls, eyes tired. Everything was so quiet…Maybe no one said a word to you, because they know — but hearing words of pity really wouldn’t make you better. The only thing you could hear were the voices coming from behind the closed doors of the bedroom, footsteps of the people making the old wooden floor creak. Everything was a show — this dress, your hair, even your own face. You felt like a pig for a slauther. Was it really necessary to do all of this, if it maybe not end well? Maybe…you have to remember that. Maybe you are truly just overthinking things, just overwhelmed, but Hyunjin certainly didn’t take anything lightly.

You are alone in this room, basking in your ownself and you hate the fact that you have never felt more prettier and loved than right now. All of this now requires a payment. Your body reacts first than your own mind, hair standing at the back of your neck, before you feel cold fingers tickling your shoulder. Your body also recognizes the person touching you, already having many of experiences to know at just a subtle touch. Your eyes look away from yourself to the place next to you, where he should be standing, but there was nothing but thin air.

The rings on his finger scratch you, as he trails his hand to your exposed collarbones, palm pressing down on the left side of your chest, feeling your heart. “You are cold.” Says Hyunjin and you push your own frozen hands into the thickness of your skirt. You can hear something in his tone — concern perhaps, but you are not particularly shocked by his statement.

Your eyes look down your slowly rising chest, watching his fingers dance across your skin, stopping right where the sun shines down on you. You are not cold, but your side that is next to his pulls you into the darkness. Looking up again, you sigh, glancing at the view peaking from behind the curtains. “Hold me, Hyunjin.” You say, eyes blinking away the tears from the light of the setting sun.

He moves you at that closer to him, you now nearly fully galloped by the darkness and coldness that somehow felt better than the kiss of the sunset. Hyunjin pulled you to him without a word, wrapping his hands around your naked shoulders and you can feel your eyes meeting his in the mirror. “You are breathtaking–“ You close of your mind, closing your eyes a little, when his breath hits your ear, your earring clinking, when he puts a small kiss to your earlobe.

Your head rolls back, falling onto his chest. You lean into his touch, begging almost — desperate for more. You don’t see the look in his blue eyes that trailed over the length of your neck in the mirror, but you do feel the deep inhale he takes, when his goes to dig his nose into your skin. Shaky breaths leave you, when his hand slithers to the middle of your chest, pressing you even further to his chest to run his mouth over your neck. The kisses Hyunjin covers your skin with are almost bruising, but you still can tell that he isn’t fully letting himself go.

You want him to and by the way his teeth trailed over the jumping vein under your skin — he wants it too. His low, long hum makes his chest rumble, air getting caught in your throat at that sound. “I almost want to leave you bare like this — so soft.” Trailing wet kisses across your neck, his breath fans over the spots he touched with his lips, shiver going down your spine. “However I have something for you.” You want to say something about him and his gifts, but seeing the look in his eyes, you don’t have the heart to reject him.

Giving you a one last kiss to your collarbone, his mouth leaves you, slowly dragging his lips up to your ear again, before he departs from you with a small shaky sigh. Your skin tingles, fingers releasing their tight grip they had on your dress. In the corner of your eye something glimmers, turning to look at him finally, only to gape. In his hands is a necklace — big, filled with diamonds in all different sizes and their beauty reflects in your eyes that stop at the bloodied stone in the middle. The necklace shines so brightly your breath is taken away from you from such sight and as your gaze travels over its beauty you look at the way he is holding it — two ribbons hold the whole necklace, its weight making the strings strech at its limit.

Looking at his fingers that are wrapped around the ribbon, you then meet his eyes. Hyunjin’s lips held a small satisfied smile and you hope that at that moment your eyes hopefully give him the gratitude he deserves. You are just speechless — watching him move behind you, before you look back at the mirror. The sight of the necklace floating in the air is almost comical and if it weren’t for its captivating beauty, you would for sure laughed.

The metal is cold on your skin, which seems to be suddenly flushed for some reason and you immediately feel the heaviness of the necklace as he ties a knot at the back of your neck. You wish you could see him, but maybe it is for the better — his whole presence is already screaming. The jewelry completes you, melting into your body that is covered in the color of blood. “Perfect — you are so perfect.” The side of his face falls against yours, shielding the bashful look on your face just a little.

Your hand goes to the necklace, trailing your fingers over the sharp stones, while you watch him move the few small pieces of hair away from your neck. “Thank you…for everything.” You don’t see his reflection in the mirror, but you basically can feel his questioning look that makes you turn around to face him. Looking up, you stop to admire his features like it was for the first time. The pull at his eyebrows is small — softening at your own face of vulnerability. “I wish that–“ The words, which you wanted to say get stuck in your throat, shutting down your mind instantly to let your heart speak. “I thank you for making feel something that I thought I never would. I thank you for seeing me for who I am.” You say, voice little and you will always be grateful for not having to scream to truly be understood. He already knew you so well…

Gazing at you he can tell that it wasn’t everything that you truly wanted to say, but your glossy eyes told him everything he needed to know. He brushes away the loose strands of hair before your face and his heart stings at your fighting — you don’t want to crumble anymore. “No, I thank you for letting me know that in this world there still could be someone, who would feel for someone like me.” You softly shake your head at his words, but you do not stop him for continuing. “Once a man turned into a monster, who somehow was bewitched by a simple glimpse — feel of someone like you. You make me feel human.”

Your eyes fall shut, lips quivering against your will, his words hitting you so deeply. You gasp, breathing in harshly, your hands falling to grip at his white shirt. “I don’t want to–“ You don’t want a lot of things to happen, but somehow the most realistic one that might happen isn’t the scariest.

“Please.” His on hands fall on top of yours, gently, not pushing your clamming hands away, even as they are so close to ripping apart the material between your fingers.

“Please, Hyunjin-“ The whisper of his name is sweet — you glance up from his rising chest, with soft, yet broken look, but you do not let your tears win. Your eyes hold determination, making him momentarily shake. “If something happens…promise me that you won’t try anything — that you won’t put yourself in danger–“

“Y/N-“

You don’t let him speak, silencing whatever he wanted to say, because you do need to hear him promise — promise you that he will not try to safe you. So much has happened and if it will have its ending, it should be only you, not the man that grew so close to your heart. That thought scares you even more than your maybe incoming death. He now knows what you want and you know that you don’t have to repeat yourself. The expression on his face tells you everything. Trailing his hands down yours, they hold you gently to his chest as he kneels down before you.

You can see everything in his eyes — every passing moment you two had shared, yet you only see the Moon…the Moon on the night you first met. You remember each breath you took, while you looked at his distanced figure, drawing this unforgettable moment and sealing it forever. You wish that you didn’t try and pull away from his ever touch that became so dear to you — you wish to relive everything. The man before you is cold as a stone, hands freezing, but they shake, seemingly on the edge of crumbling. “Hyunjin…I am sorry that I wasn’t kind to you firstly, that I didn’t–“ You ramble, because you want him to know how much everything meant to you — how he didn’t leave you, even after what you had done in the past.

You regret behaving how you did, even if it were just a normal and very understandable reaction after learning about the secrets of this world…you still have so much to learn. Hyunjin doesn’t want you to regret it, because it only made his dead heart beat more — it was still you and that’s what he loves the most. His eyes trace over every small wrinkle, dip, curve and invisible imperfections, which he will spend his whole undead life painting, but he knows that he will never be able to truly portray the enchanting beauty that you are. He can’t help, but press his finger to your lips, silencing you. “Please, stop it now, I can’t anymore–“ A frown falls on his face, but he is not so upset — he just wants to take you in one more time, with nothing in his way. “…just let me hold you, feel you…” He can hear your heart pounding as he puts your face into his hands. You let him him cool your hot skin, sighing softly, eyes fluttering and he has to bites down on his tongue. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Hyunjin says, tone hard and you blink your eyes open at the decision he seems to stand by.

“Hyunjin…”

Your sweet voice almost make him crumble, you have too much power for him to not say no to you — however he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t help you, safe you…he has become selfish, he knows that, but he is fortunate enough to have a family, who would understand. His hands tremble at the thought, moments of his life flashing before him, but somehow the only thing in them is you. “No, listen to me — you are safe, nothing will harm you, when I’m with you, we will get through this…together.” Saying those words you feel your eyes stinging, chest tightening painfully. You hate that he won’t change his mind, you hate that he won’t let you go, you hate the thought of losing him — he hates the thought of losing you. You both know at this moment that there is no other way. Whatever happens, it will be together.

You lean into his hold, breath mixing with his. “Together.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You play with the ringer on your finger, feeling your own blood rushing in you ears, but you don’t notice his gaze traveling across your features. The only thing you feel is dread.

The hair on your body stands up, limbs twitching, still under his hold. Your heart stops, a wave of cold fanning over you, stabbing you. Everything turns dark. You can’t hear anything — oh, but you feel it. You feel its claws digging into your flesh, dragging you, pulling you away from this moment of peacefulness into a pit of despair and darkness. You feel a sense of weakness, making your eyes widened in fright, ears ringing. A low hum echoes in your mind, like a whisper and the sun’s light shinning down on your back seems anything, but warm. You try to make it go away, eyes going back and forth, staring at the carpet, not really looking, because you can just feel something creeping up on you. It’s so close…you can’t breathe. You can’t feel anything, but the wave of your melancholy luring you to look — ‘see me’.

The air that was left in your lungs is released but you do not take another breath in as you turn slowly to the slit in the curtains. You don’t feel Hyunjin trying to pull you back, this was something stronger than him. “Do you hear that?” You say, your whisper lingers in the air for s moment, before it fades into the pit of nothingness. Your eyes pool with tears, the harsh sunlight burning you, but it feels like if you would blink it will only come closer. You hear low, yet screeching sounds of something, perhaps another whisper and it only seem to get louder — way closer.

The man kneeling before you watches your pupils dilate, not speaking, completely frozen from the moment your hands in his turned cold. He tried to pull you back to him, but the look on your face — it was like you weren’t even here with him…in your own body. He listens carefully, unwillingly leaning away from you because of the sun shinning down on you. He can’t even reach out to you, you are completely lost. He can hear your slow heartbeat, the blood rushing in your veins, but he can’t hear what you are talking about. He feels your hand slipping from his, your hold turning weak. Hyunjin lips fall apart, when he looks back at you only to see your eyes moving rapidly — you were asleep. Panic rises in him just as he hears the door to the bedroom slamming open.

Gasping you pull your hands away from the vampire to your chest, your heart suddenly jumping back alive and somehow you knew that the sound of the door opening wasn’t the thing that scared you awake. Your head whips to that direction, eyes locking briefly with the dark haired man in the doorway, who mostly has his eyes on the vampire next to you. “Something triggered the traps.” Say Changbin, voice breathy and heavy, like he was running till exhaustion that you know he could never feel.

Your poor heart stops again at his words, your fear becoming real as you look at him in disbelief. “What?” Your question is quiet, going to turn back to the man before you only to be met with nothing, small wind blowing past you. You rapidly glance back at his brother only to be left with nothing again and you almost cry out at the realization that almost knocks you off your seat. “Hyunjin!” It was no use to call for him — he won’t listen to you, he won’t hear you…everything that you felt moments ago was more than an imagination — outside was death.

You swear that you can feel Hyunjin’s rage and with the way he disappeared you know he will do something you won’t forgive him for. You stand up, your legs feeling so heavy you nearly fall over. You still try to find your breath as you quickly gather up the layered skirt of your dress, before rushing out of the room. You don’t even need to ask where he had run of to, it was so obvious that it only made you run faster, seeing the sun still high up enough to feel its warmth on your skin. The hallways are brimmed with people — too many people, who moved out of your way, faces showing their own flashes of concern and small confusion at your state.

The tightness of your dress gives s little too no air, breathing heavily, feeling each one of your breaths coming short, chest pushing against your corset. Your muscles scream at your every move, but the adrenaline pulsing through you helps you. You can feel him — you run down the stairs, through the corridor, passing numerous of doors, but like you knew where to got to, you rush into the direction of the back doors, leading to the garden.

The first thing you see is the big stream of light on the floor, that almost blinds you as you come around the corner, stabilizing yourself quickly enough not to fall into the person running past you. You shield your eyes, turning to look, only to be met with a dozens of mem, who for a moment block the open doorway right before you. “Go!” You hear someone yell at the human guards, who without a word run through of the open door to the outside.

You are again blinded by the sun, eyes traveling next to the door, where Felix is. You can see the way he is trying too look outside like the others, who are hidden in the shadows behind him. He looks distressed, fidgeting in his spot, like he was trying to jump out of his hiding — or not…no. Your eyes filled with horror, realizing that the worst of your prognosis came true. The gasp leaving you alerts the blonde and also his company and when you meet his gaze, you can see it in his eyes. “Oh, my God.” Your cry is broken, heart hammering under your skin and bones, staring out of the open door. You knew that you couldn’t help much, but so the human guards, who ran past you few moments ago to fight whatever was out there — but you knew it wanted you and Hyunjin also knew that…The thought of seeing him hurt or worse — you don’t even want to picture it. Your stomach flips, nausea filling you as you stare out to the open, sun still shining. You don’t care what happens to you, the only thing you are worried about is the man who went out there, because of you.

With a sharp inhale you run down the lightened path before you, your naked feet dragging across the floor. You can see the others from the corner of your eye coming out of the darkness, eyes filled with horror at your move. “No, Y/N!” You don’t know who it was, but someone’s hand came to grab you, only retrieving, when their skin touches the sunlight. The awful hiss of skin makes you stumble, nose being hit with the smell of burned flesh that made your skin crawl. You ignore the need to turn around and make sure they were okay, but what of Hyunjin? Such a stupid thing to do…was really revenge so sweet? The shouting behind you pierces your ears, shivers going down your spine at the cold that had nothing against the star in the sky. “Come back!” You can hear their tone of desperation, but you knew there was no turning back.

The garden which you have seen only once — the statues, the roses, which Hyunjin gifted you were covered by a thick fog. The sunlight only made it harder for you to navigate through the miss, your feet digging into the moist ground. You can’t see nor hear anything and you desperately try not to let the panic rising in you win. Your lungs hurt from your running and the cold air, tasting blood in your mouth.

You run blindly, suddenly hearing shouts in the distance, but from what direction you can’t quite tell. You want to scream out his name, but the more you go further, farther from the mansion, more trees surround you and you knew that your own voice would only echo. You can see nothing before you and you almost run into a statue, palms slamming into the stone. Because of your stop you can fully feel the exhaustion and lack of oxygen, dark spot appearing right before your eyes and you can’t help, but cry softly at how useless you are.

You call out to him in your mind, pleading to the heavens above that nothing has happened to him. Your skin tingles painfully at the thought of him, making you press your hands to your arms at the sudden feeling. Your whole body is already bitten by the cold, your hot breath only filling up the mist surrounding you. Searching with your eyes, you make a small turn around the statue, its face guiding you back to the house if you would get lost. You blink, watching the black spots in your vision disappear, till there is only one left — but this one doesn’t go away.

Stilling in your spot, you lean on the stone behind you, feeling — feeling it again. The pain, sadness and fear as you stare at the mist of darkness before you. It moves suddenly, but it is still at its spot, it seemed like a shadows slowly materializing before you…into a figure. Your body leaps closer to it, only to stop yourself. This wasn’t Hyunjin. The tall figure in the fog wasn’t him, you could feel, smell it even — like a stench of a corpse. Rotten, yet sweet in such a sickening way you feel your stomach turning. Like the time you were sleepwalking, in every corner of your mind, it reeked of filth, filling you with the most horrible emotion and leaving you in a state of nothingness.

You back away, small twig snapping under your naked foot and you don’t even feel the small sting of it piercing your skin. But then it only steps closer to you, making you release a shaky sigh of terror. It isn’t real…it just your mind playing tricks on you, the person trying to hurt you is not a day walker, it’s just playing with your head again. However your own words that tried so hard to calm you sounded so forced and wrong you have to shake your head. You for once truly believe it, there is nothing that could make you believe this was just your imagination.

You watch it mimick you, though the last two steps that you take — it seems to get way closer to you, its strides way longer and more consistent than yours. You don’t want to look away, you can’t run, you can’t find your breath and you chase after it desperately, hand falling on top of your closing chest. And then suddenly you do breathe, only for it to not be yours. The sound of air puffing out of lungs wasn’t yours, but its. The sound sends shivers down your spine, hair at the back of your completely exposed and vulnerable neck standing. You can feel it fanning over you, even if it was still standing far away from you — so why can you feel it breathing down on you? Why can you hear the sound of their throat closing around each of their exhale? Why can you see their chest rising? Why does it seem like a silhouette before you — not a phantom, nor mass of darkness, but a real person.

The air fanning over you makes you freeze, taking in the smell of rotten flesh and blood. It makes your eyes sting, tears gather in your eyes, standing in the mist of nothingness — like in your omen, you and this were the only things present. Your limbs are so heavy, your body fuzzing and mind swirling. Screeching pain shoot through you, so sharp you had to press your fingers into your temples. Your nails dig into your skin, like trying to dig up the immense pain. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, eyes barely open, because you can hear — feel the whispers coming back to you.

They scream over each other, each different, some high pitched, some so low that you can feel their voice rumble. You are trying, but you can��t keep your eyes fully on the figure in the distance whose distance seemed even shorter than before. You can’t move, but your whole body shakes in your spot. The sun shines less and less and it seems to get even closer to you — was it really hiding in the darkness, the one you go so used to? It was hiding in each dark corner watching you and each time you felt it — each time you thought about it, each time you tried not to think of it…it was so close.

You hear it suddenly. In the depths of those whispers a voice rings louder than the others. You didn’t recognize it, nor understood it, but your body seems to. It felt just like the other time, just like yesterday’s night — you hear another. You gasp silently, eyes searching the cold ground under you. It was like the voices were fighting for who will pierce your poor jumping heart. They scream, words you cannot understand flying around your mind, but one of them calls to you. It says your name so sweetly, breathlessly and you swear you can hear the pain in their voice. Pain — ‘Y/N’, it repeats. It was in pain, pain, pain…it is in pain — he.

“Y/N…” Your heart stops, head turning into the direction from where the voice call out to you. You could recognize it everywhere…”Y/N–“

Hyunjin — his voice was broken, filled with pain and the sound tears your insides apart, completely silencing the others that die down, leaving nothing, but the memory of their screams. You blink, unleashing the tears that gathered in your eyes and the small plea in his voice makes you run into the direction of its owner. You don’t know where he is, you just feel him. The dark figure is forgotten, almost like it wasn’t even there to begin with — it tried to lure you, but the man calling out to you overpowered your corrupted mind, pulling you out of the suffocating darkness.

You run on your frozen feet, feeling the strain in your muscles that still fuzz with each of your step. The sun was getting lower, but it still was high enough to make shadows dance on the ground under you. Your eyes search through the garden, looking at each statue hoping that he hasn’t turned into one of them, but then a small cry is heard. It makes you stop, turning around you, searching, before your gaze travels to a tree not so far away from you. It was tall — tall enough to make a shadows big enough for someone to hide and go unnoticed.

The small specks of hope sparkles, when you see movement behind the tree and you breathe out in small relief to be only strike by another cry, that was full of pain. You move with a start, eyes wide in fear as the more you near it, the more you can smell the scent of burned flesh. Your eyes are sat completely on the figure hiding in shadows, your footsteps so loud you can hear the ground rumble and you weren’t the only one. From behind the tree you see pair of familiar eyes, but they now looked so dim that you can feel your own skin burning. You run towards him, watching his blue eyes widened, his hand so shaky and weak reaching towards you. You thought he was calling for your help, but no — he was trying to push you away. Your foot lands on the ground, but you freeze at the small distant click.

“No!”

You gasp, throat closing as the air is taken away from your lungs. Your eyes sting from the cold, hair fanning over your face that scrunches up at the force you feel on your chest. The world becomes a blur around you, colors and shapes in one for a small moment that seemed way longer than it truly was. The pressure on your chest tightens, pushing into you with force so great that you can’t breathe, till a silent cry leaves you. You feel yourself falling, head bumping into the ground, your body struck with sharp pain, but it is smaller than the one coming from your back. Your head doesn’t burn in pain, your vision slowly coming back to you, watching the world spin around you, till you blink. The pressure on your chest is torn away from you, making you cough, rolling onto your side, only when your hands come to support you they fall on top of a wooden floor.

Confusion strikes you, before it becomes all clear and real to you, when you hear a horrifying scream of pain, which makes all the hair on your body stand up. You sit up quickly, making your head spin for a moment from such a sudden move, but you don’t seem to register the pain in your limbs, when your eyes are met with a sight, that leaves you filled with complete shock. Hyunjin — his whole face and body is covered in lesions, skin puffy, red and raw. His friend support him to grasp at a stake that is pierced through his left shoulder.

“No…no, no, no–“ You crawl your way over to him, gasping in horror at his state. His whole body shakes, gripping onto the hand of his blonde friend. His eyes meet yours, filled with pain, lips opening and closing, gasping for air. You can feel the setting sun shining down on your back as you shield him, your own lips curling into a pained cry.

Hyunjin reaches out to you once more, but it is for you to come closer to you. You grasp onto his burned hand, ears ringing from the yells of others, but the only thing you can focus on is his raw skin — you don’t want to hold on to him, scared of hurting him, but he himself tightens his grip on your hand, eyes trailing across your face. Something falls from his mouth then, but it is nothing, but a splatter of blood costing his lips. “God, what did you do-“ You whisper, crying, your voice cutting through the small hallway, that quiets down, when Chan kneels behind Hyunjin.

You know what he did, but you hate the thought of him truly doing this and it wasn’t all — looking at the stake coming through his left shoulder, you have to sigh in agony at the way the man behind him doesn’t take it out right away. You watch his own hands shake, you see the way Felix tightened his grip on him, as Chan wraps his hands around the wood. “Hold him down!” He says and you are at that pushed to the side by Han and Jeongin, your hand falling from Hyunjin’s, who desperately reaches out to you again, only to be held back by his brothers.

Your breathing stops, with wide eyes watching as the stake is slowly pulled out his body. You frown deeply at the short scream leaving his lips, body twitching in the hold of his family, who doesn’t look at the painful expression on his face. Your eyes strain at his, the only thing left that could make you recognize him — his features were eaten by the sun. His eyes shine red, bloody like his raw skin, staring into yours and you can’t look away from the way you can see the absolute agony in them.

When the stake comes out of his body, everyone sighs out in small relief and you choke at the hightened emotions filling up the room. Sobs shakes his body, but no tears fall from his eyes, nor cries, it was more like he was trying to breathe. He couldn’t — but he needed you. You move closer to him, clasping his hand once again, tears falling onto his body, but he doesn’t even twist at the liquid seeping into him. His mouth opens again, head rolling back, but the the man who has his body in his lap helps him face you. “I had him…I almost–“ His voice is hoarse, words almost unintelligible as blood flows from his mouth.

Hyunjin chokes, coughing uncontrollably and the sound seem to snap everyone back in the real time. “Somebody find a maid!” Seungmin yells, walking back and forth across the floor. His words is strong, seemingly collected, but you can hear the sadness and pain in his voice.

You shake your head softly at the man before you, feeling him grip at your hand more tightly till you feel bone touching you. His eyes are wide, but they hold nothing, but anger for a moment. Hyunjin coughs again, blood flowing down his chin as he gritted his teeth in pain. Your lip quivers, lump in your throat of trying to stop the sobs that want to so desperately shake your whole body. The words he said fly over your head, but they are not unheard by the others, who look at him with hard gaze, just as he turns to look at you again.

“Wolfs–“ He sneers through his bloodied teeth, the word being spat out like a venom. Even a single word is enough to make him cough out blood again, the liquid pooling from his mouth and seeping into his raw skin. You are completely deaf to what he is saying, you are on a verge of falling apart at his state. Your eyes trail over his lips, gaping, gulping at what seem like air, but it all comes to you instantly.

You lean closer to him, knees buckling under you as your hand hovers over his heaving chest, the rasp and almost whistling sound coming from his lungs makes you sick. In his wide eyes you can see the need for warm flesh, squirming in Felix’s hold that only seem to tighten more, when he looks between you two. “Drink from me.” You say, desperately trying to get closer to him, but he only backs away from you.

“No-“ He doesn’t know if he can trust himself right now, knowing that the subtle pulsing of his dried out veins crave the blood pulsing through yours. His need is taking control of his body and it is worst than ever before and the others surely can tell by the look in his red eyes. He is on the edge of losing control…but you however don’t see it or actually you do not seem to care.

Your hand reaching out for him is grasp into a tight grip, making you turn to its owner, who shakes his head at your move. “No, Y/N, you cannot-“ Han looks at you with sorrow in his eyes and you shake your head at him stopping you.

“I don’t care! Do you see him?” You raise your voice, though it is still quiet and broken as the eyes of the man pushing you away. You don’t care that the look in Hyunjin’s is pleading — pleading you for not to go closer to him, while pleading for your blood all the same. You know you are maybe not in the right mind right now, but you can’t stomach seeing him in such pain any longer, surprising the trembling man holding you by throwing yourself to Hyunjin, but unfortunately you are not quick enough for the man behind you.

You see for a split second how Hyunjin leaps at you also and you for a moment feel your heart skip a beat at the primal look in his eyes. It only makes you remember his true nature, but you still naively try to give it to him. You are harshly pulled back by the arms of the sandy blonde, who wraps his arms around you, caging you against his chest. You squirm instantly at the sudden and sharp move, momentarily looking away from the injured man, not seeing the way his three brothers push him down on the floor. “It’s gonna be alright–“ Minho’s words hit your ear, grip ever so slightly tightening around you, leaving you room to wiggle around in his hold, but it only makes you realize that even by a such small use of his strength you have nothing against him. You hear the hurt in his voice, while you shake and the raw emotion in his words makes you cry softly. “It’s nothing, calm down.” He shushes you, whispering to you.

You let the tears fall down your hot cheeks, your feet squeaking on the polished floor. Your eyes fall back to Hyunjin, who is already looking at you, sighing in pain as the hands holding him down pierce through his skin. The sight makes you slowly stop moving, exhaling. Footsteps follow, making you look up for a moment to the two figures nearing you. Changbin is holding s unknown woman, a maid that seems vaguely familiar to you and she certainly doesn’t seem to be unfamiliar in such position also. Her eyes widened a little as she looks down on the injured vampire, but she doesn’t miss a single beat after, kneeling down next to his head and he for the first time looks away from you to the wrist with she offers him.

You hold your breath, while watching the small interaction. Hyunjin lips parted, shaky hands wrapping around her hand, pulling it towards him, but even in his state and the desperate need for the warm blood in her veins, he doesn’t bite her. You can hear more than you can see it — the small sound of skin being pierced by his nail that cuts into her. You for a second thought he did it because he didn’t have the strength to even bite down, but when he suddenly looks at you, it becomes clear to you. Her blood drips down to his open mouth, making him lightly gasp, before he finally pushes her hand to his thirsty mouth.

The gulps he takes are loud, long, yet quick and you watch his skin slowly melt back together before your very eyes. He doesn’t move his eyes away from you, making you shiver slightly. The way he drinks makes something rise in you — his eyes bloom lighter, body and face healing with every drop of blood. He is shaking once again, but not in pain anymore, more in relief that over comes him and Changbin has to pull the maid away from him, before the hunger could overpower him.

You glance at the maid briefly, who shakily breathes out, pressing her hand to her chest, before she is pulled back. “Y/N.” Hyunjin voice makes you turn your attention back to him, lips partying at the sight of his face, that is now almost without any injury.

The rasp in his voice is still there, but when he reaches out for you again you are not pushed back away from him. Minho lets you go, everyone watching as you crawl your way to him, your hand hovering over his body. “Your face…” You trail off, moving your hand to his cheek and he softly leans into your touch with a gentle sigh.

Relief washes over you, as his breath fans over the dried tears on your face. You fight the argue to break down again seeing him healed, but in his eyes flashes something. He sits up slowly, with a helping hand from his blonde friend pressing onto his back, as he still recovers from his state. “I’m alright-“ Hyunjin says then, seeing the look of concern on your face and he feels guilty, because he knew what he did, but now that it is not as important as thing he says next. “I saw him — I almost had him-“

Him — same as you, you are now sure that the thing that has been haunting you is a person. His confession sparks up interest in the room, everyone going closer. The thing truly wasn’t just nothing, not your imagination or a spirit, but a man, who has been torturing you with his powers. Your expression betrays you, making Hyunjin realize that you already knew yourself. His mouth opens again, but he is interrupted by Chan who leans over his now uninjured shoulder.

“What did he look like?”

He was looking at Hyunjin, but no one could miss the empty look on your face, as your mind goes back to the moment in the garden. You do not know what he looked like, but your body seems to have the power to recognize him in every dark corner. “I did not see his face.” Says the vampire for you, already aware that he is not the only one, who saw the dark figure. “He was…there were wolfs with him, they bit me-“ You look back at him at such information, glancing at the noticeable tear at his side.

You become confused. Were you really not paying attention to anything around you? You have not seen a wolf, not even heard one. To you this doesn’t make any sense and you didn’t seem to be the only one. Though maybe the figure that you saw was one of them — a day walker, yet a supernatural being. No…it can’t be a warewolf. You have not seen any of them even once, but this answer cannot be so simple. The vampires whisper amongst themselves, in same disbelief like you, but it is certain that the now healed wound at his side was a bite.

“A warewolf?” States Felix, the word laced with confusion, yet anger. No guards had seen anything, other than his brother and you — you both saw him.

“No-“ You say, making everyone turn their heads at you, including Hyunjin, whose foreboding is proven right. He straightens just a little at your confession, but he doesn’t let the obvious concern win over him. The fact that know everyone realizes you have seen the same figure too, made the thought of the person seeking revenge all too more believable.

“He wasn’t one of them.” Continues Hyunjin for you, gazing at you with glimmering eyes. “He was like a phantom, I couldn’t feel him, but I knew he was present.” There is a pull at his eyebrows. He now fully understands you and what you are feeling, but the others still seem to be not so sure about such reality. Would it be possible that something else is out there, that they didn’t know of? Even after centuries, could there still be something beyond their imagination?

“Your mind maybe be playing tricks on you because of the sun.” Even Minho doesn’t seem to believe himself as he says those words, but he still can’t except the fact that there maybe be things out there that don’t have an explanation.

The dark haired vampire shakes his head and you for second see the reflection of yourself in his eyes that plea to be understood. “No…I know, he was real. Standing right outside of our bedroom window — he knew I would go after him, the wolfs were just a distraction.“ He doesn’t even have to say that. Everyone already knew that maybe this was the answer — werewolves might be behind this, but none of you fully believe such statement. It was so obvious that this was really just a distraction, so the unknown entity would make you confused. But who would convince werewolves to side with them? Who could be so powerful enough to use them for a simple distraction?

Sigh falls from Felix, placing his hand on his shoulder. “You must rest-“ He says, but Hyunjin only wiggles out of his hold, sitting up once more.

“I’m alright.”

“No, you are not.” Seungmin says, almost sneering at his words.

Standing up, the short haired man comes to stand behind you, towering over you both as the others come to stand next to him. “Brother, promise us that you won’t do anything so stupid ever again.” Says Chan, glaring down at the sitting man, who only gives him a look back. He doesn’t answer him, because if he did it would only be a lie.

Frowning, you fall back to your knees, hold leaving Hyunjin and that makes him glance back to you with a small alarmed look. He needs your touch so much, but you simply don’t have the heart to do anything else, but to stare at him. The reality hits you again — what he had done…There is nothing, no injuries, nothing that would remind you of what he just did, other than his torn up clothes and blood on his lips. Everything happened so fast that you didn’t even have the proper time to fully grasp what he did.

Others can feel the tension rising in the small hallway, noticing the dimming light from outside, nothing, but their eyes lighting up the room. “The sun is getting low.” States Hyunjin, turning away from your piercing stare to look upon his family. “We will have guests soon.” You want nothing more than to turn his attention back to you, so he would look into your eyes and see the hurt in them. He doesn’t need to — he can feel your anger and saddens…betrayal radiating from your body.

The words hold importance, seeing that what has happened isn’t something that they should talk about anymore, as it was just the beginning. They let it fly over their heads for now, but you do not. That is something you can’t just accept and forget so easily. “Wolfs…are you sure he isn’t one too?” Asks Felix next to you, looking down at the dark haired vampire, who still stays seated on the floor with you.

“Yes.”

“How do you know?” Hyunjin almost shrugs, but he chooses to look at you instead.

“I just know.” He says, voice so little, his dead heart skips a beat, watching your eyes fill up with salty tears.

You hear some of them walking immediately away after his words and in their fast pace you can feel their emotions that only linger in the small hallway. It only pushes you more to the edge of crumbling apart — the thing he did effect everyone, but some couldn’t spend anymore time looking down on him and see him take all of this so lightly. How can he think that what he did is right? Does he know how much it hurt everyone?

This all truly seems to be just the beginning and if it weren’t for the thing that’s about to happen next, few of them swear that they would kill him themselves for the stupid thing he did. “I want every corner of this house watched, no one gets out or in without my permission–“ Chan voice cuts through you, making for a split second come back to yourself.

“This will only raise curiosity–“ Says Changbin, tone slow and steady, but the man only shakes him off his shoulders.

“I don’t care.” You turn to look at him from the corner of your eye, meeting his gaze. At your stare he gestures to you and if you didn’t notice the look in his eyes, you would think he was angry with you. “They won’t care about anything else than her anyway — put up a show, we will all have our eyes on you.” The last part is meant mostly at the man next to you, silently watching him for a split second, before him and the others lingering behind disappear into the darkness.

The silence that follows is loud, screeching and you can feel the heated eyes of Hyunjin, who comes to sit down next to your shaking form. You can feel his hand hovering over you, but not touching you. You think of the fact that you might have not feel him again — how could he do something like that? “Y/N.” He calls out to you and you close your eyes for a moment, letting the tears fall down your face. He sounded so gentle and reassuring, but could he really not see, what he did? His hand falls to your naked back, shivering lightly at his cold touch that only leaves traces of fire. You hate how he is sounds, how he tries to calm you like it was a simple thing that you can forget about. His skin — burned to the bone, raw, his lungs screaming, with a simple breath, the blood pouring out of him…You tremble at the memory and when you suddenly feel small circles being drawn on your skin, they become anything, but calming.

Pulling away from him, you turn back to him, ignoring his eyes lingering on your teary state. “You idiot–“ It comes at as a choked sound, hiccuping as you gulp at the thick air around you. “You could have…” You can’t even finish the thought, you can’t — you don’t want to imagine him like that again.

Your shake in silent sobs, face scrunching up in pain and he feels immense regret fall on him. No — he doesn’t regret it, that’s the thing. He doesn’t regret going out there after him, but what he does regret is making you feel like this. You look absolutely broken and he knows that you know he doesn’t care. Hyunjin’s hands come to touch you again, but you only shake your head at his ways. “I’m alright.” He says and you want to laugh at his tries to calm you.

“Stop lying.” You spit out the words, chest heaving and eyes glaring. “One thing is running out there, when the sun was still high, but jumping in front of me-“

“It would have hit you!”

“And?” There is a small pause and his lips parted in disbelief. “It almost went through your heart, you almost–“

You fall apart then, placing your hands over your mouth to silence yourself. You felt pathetic in front of him like this, you hate that he try to gaslight you into thinking this was alright. The worse thing is you understand him and he understands you — it truly is like you are both alike and feel everything the other feels. It just was too much for you to handle, too little of time to truly get through this situation as your future is closing on to you. Hyunjin watches you for a moment — how you shake and cry into yourself, because of him. The dried blood on his lips cracks as he presses his lips into thin line.

He needs to be stronger — there is still the ball and knowing that he needs to not let his emotions take the win so he could be by your side. You don’t know it, but he is a coward. He doesn’t show his emotions, because it would only mean that the man haunting you was winning, but is it even necessary? The unknown man already knew the feelings he held for you, he knew that he would come after him and he knew that he was trying to kill him — he didn’t even have to dirty his hands and he almost won. He almost had you.

Hyunjin mind races with thoughts, but they dim at the broken sound of your cries. He pulls you then into his arms, now not pulling away from his touch, pressing your face into his chest. “I didn’t, I’m alright—“ His chin falls on top of your head, hands digging into you, pulling you closer to him. Your own tears fall on the already destroyed fabric of his shirt, your lips against his chest and right over his not beating heart.

With being so close to him, it is like you can see yourself through him. You understand why he did it, but it is just so hard to except it. “I know, what I did was stupid, but I c-couldn’t just leave you out there.” Hyunjin stops you, pulling you away from his chest to look down on you. You however don’t meet his gaze, staring at the sliver of skin peaking from his torn up shirt. You graze the tear left behind, before trailing it down to his chest. It was so close…”It almost went through your heart-“ You have to shake your head again at the awful thought and he helps you by pulling you to meet his gaze finally.

Both of his thumbs smear your tears away, but even that still doesn’t make the new ones leave your eyes. “Shhh…I am alright, you are alright–“ His last sentence leaves his lips with a sigh, blue eyes staring into yours. “We will figure this out together.”

You frown, surprising him by completely pulling away from him, straightening in your spot. “I don’t want to.” He holds his breath, watching your face turn stern. “This is all because of me, so promise me that you won’t try to do anything like that ever again.” Each word is said slowly, your tongue rolling over each syllable and he knows he doesn’t have a choice, but to answer. There is no way from him to back away, shield himself from your words and hard gaze. Though like a coward that he knows he is, he doesn’t answer you right away. You shake again, now in frustration and anger at his silence. “Hyunjin, promise.“ He doesn’t, he doesn’t even seem to fully look at you and it makes you push against his chest to wake him up from his thoughts. However he is right here — he hears you clearly. “Promise me, goddamit-“

“No.”

His tone is cold, pupils dilating his eyes as he finally answers you. It is no use to lie to you, he knows it would only anger you more, if he would break another promise. You are however still in disbelief, not so much of his answer, but from the way he says it. It is so selfish of him…The word together now seems nothing, but another lie. You can’t stomach the look on his face any longer, standing up to your feet and leaving him in a state of despair.

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You can feel the pressure on your chest. You can feel your pulse, blood rushing through your vein that you push down on to with your thumb. The skin of your wrist blooms red, moon shapes dancing across your arm that you have been scratching with your nails. Staring at the wooden door in front of you, listening to the soft music only made you more nauseous. It is so amusing that behind the closed doors are vampires, just waiting for you to come in. You know that they can feel you — smell your scent, hear your poor heart. They have to know about you. A single human under the same roof as them, you can only imagine how they would feel, when they learn about your true position. Who you truly are…

It is all so quick, time ticking and the more you stand behind your possible death, the more it eats you. Your skin — blood that they all so crave maybe be splattered across the ballroom the moment you step inside. You can’t no longer think, find a plan. Now you only have to face it, with the last bits of bravery left in you. You circle the stone in your ring with your finger, watching it glimmer in the candle light, listening to the sound of violin cutting through the silence, before you can hear soft masked footsteps following the music.

The dress you are wearing is suffocating, tight around your middle and the heaviness wears you down. You can already feel your feet hurting, still tender from the outside and the shoes do nothing, but hurt you more. However this small bits of pain aren’t as strong as the one in your chest. The nearing footsteps stop right behind you, feeling the person’s breath blowing over your naked neck. It is cold, but not unwelcomed as the one you felt in the garden. This one is somewhat soothing, knowing who it is, but you don’t instantly turn around.

“It is time now, we have to go.” Each word bounces off your skin, piercing through it and traveling straight to your soul. The small nod of your head is nearly unnoticeable, even for the vampire. Hyunjin lets you for a moment drown in the small silence between you two, eyes traveling over your figure, listening to the small click of your nail makes as it meets the red stone on your ring. With his gaze traveling back to your neck, his fingers graze over the thin skin, watching goosebumps appear. He doesn’t even have to listen to your heart, seeing your pulse jump right before his eyes. “Look at me.” It’s more of plea than anything and you find your body already turning to him, before you can stop yourself. The look in your eyes makes him swallow the lump forming in his throat, feeling his chest tighten as he withdraws his hand from you. “Please, don’t look at me like that.”

You look at him all the same, trailing your gaze over his sharp yet soft features. “Like what, Hyunjin?” With furrowed eyebrows, your hand falls back to your side, ruffling the material of your layered skirt.

He sighs through his nose, momentarily looking up to the ceiling, before turning back to you. “You are angry with me.” He states the obvious, the small ‘still’ silent in his sentence.

You crain your neck at him, small pull at your lips from his words. “Now you understand?”

“You know why I went out there.” He says, taking a small step closer to you and it makes you stutter for a split moment.

“I know.” Saying that you look up at him fully again, your next words now a little clearer. “But do you know how selfish it was?”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“I know.” He is only repeating himself again and you have think that it must be some kind of unspoken rule you didn’t know of. “But what if-“ You cut yourself off, closing your eyes as you can feel them burning again. “What if the stake did go through your heart…you would leave me and everyone, because you thought you could kill him.”

His face now mirrors the same frown. “You don’t think I’m powerful enough to kill him? To protect you?” He says and you have to sigh a little.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, you know, what he wanted and you still went out there — you left me–“

“I would never–“

“No–“ You shake your head. “But you would risk your life for me…I don’t want you to safe me.”

“Y/N.” He gasps out your name, placing his hands on top of your naked shoulders and he can see the visible shudder going over you. He is taken back by your words, by the audacity to even think of something like that. Do you really think that he will listen to you? Let you go and do nothing against it? Do you even realize what it would do to him…your death. You are both so selfish, yet not. “Stop saying those things, you would had done the same.”

You nod lightly again, looking at him through your darkened lashes, mesmerizing him for a moment. “I would — but would it not pain you that the person you care so deeply about would sacrifice themselves for you, leave you?” You almost stutter again, feeling your throat closing on you as you finally say those words. They still were quiet, but was it even necessary to say it out loud? The word scares you still and still you keep it hidden, but you hope he sees it shine in your eyes, in your words and your touch. Hyunjin’s hands on your shoulders soften as his features, lips parting. “You said we will do this together and if you want that, you can’t do something like that.”

Pain shines brightly from your whole being and he can’t fight against his own emotions any longer. “I am sorry.” His apology needed to be said, but it felt so little. “I just couldn’t stay put, knowing that the thing that has been doing these awful things to you was out there — I had to do it.” You close your eyes again, letting single tear escape, only to be caught by him. He breathes you in — taking in your state, the soft skin of your cheek melts into his and he wants to memorize this moment before him. You are so brave, you aspire him. He can’t even imagine what it must be for a human to experience this. The fact your nature is different, yet seem like such small thing. “Look at me–“ His own voice betrays him, but he doesn’t come to mask his expression as you open your eyes again. “I am sorry.”

You shakily exhale, placing your own hand over his. “We almost lost you, Hyunjin-“ You just can’t forget it.

He comes even closer to you, lips hovering over your forehead in a gentle kiss. “But you didn’t, I’m right here with you, I will always be….” In your heart and soul. You place your hand to his chest, that doesn’t rise nor a heartbeat is felt under your fingertips, but you can feel him. Your vision clears, letting his words fill your corrupted mind. You become calm again — the best you could, because the music playing behind the closed door only repeats to you your future. You feel his lips pressing to your skin, making it tingle and even if his hand falls back to his side, he pulls yours with him. “We have to go.”

Nodding your head, you let him put your arm over his, his eyes lingering on you a little longer and you can’t seem to look away either. His longer hair is brushed, kissing his shoulders and you finally take in his own clothes. The suit on him is black, but golden embroidery decorated his shoulders. Swirls turning into small leaves and flowers, the same ones that decorated your cleavage. The small details distract you a little, as he leads you to the entrance of the room. He mostly walks for you both, your legs too weak and shaky to even take a full step. It makes you glance back at the door, tearing yourself away from his heated gaze that you can still feel on the side of your face. A small squeeze on your arm makes you sigh a little and you try to focus only on him as you watch the doors before you open.

The music is the first thing that pours out of the room, orange and golden light shining down on the ground before you. The subtle sound of voices follows, while you step a little closer. Calm — you have to keep calm, you say to yourself as Hyunjin leads you. You don’t breathe for a moment, when you finally near the room and soon you have to gasp a little at the sight before you. You thought you have seen nearly everything that this place holds, but you are again left speechless.

Your eyes look up firstly at the high ceilings, painted with beautiful frescoes and decorated in gold. Candles only enhance the beauty of the room, reflecting on the metal and covering the room into warm orange light. You trail your eyes over the paintings, before they fall on the sight before you. People, upon people — wearing tailored clothes, styled in such perfection that it truly told you they cannot be humans. The whole room looked like a cathedral, with its hight, but the sin reeped from every person you laid eyes upon.

Dancers in the center of the room mesmerize you with their smooth moves, that hold passion so great it makes you shiver. The soft voice, simply angelic melts into the music and you take your attention to that direction, where a woman stands with her lips parted. Her voice is alluring and you feel absolutely hopeless by its magic and like she could feel it, she exchanged her hands to you, calling out you. The gesture is anything, but simple, because even from this distance you can feel her eyes turning into something dark. It makes you look away from her, only to be met with another sets of eyes and then another. They do not turn their heads, nor stop dancing, talking or performing, but you knew you were being watched.

Your heart dances to the beat of the music, hammering against your chest. Hyunjin however doesn’t stop leading you deeper, more into the crowd, like he thought you would both simply vanish and be forgotten in the sea of undead creatures. You don’t look away however — you can’t tear your eyes away from the scenery before you. Passing by the first figure you come upon on and their glare makes you cover, sneaking your other hand to hold your companion’s. “Everything alright?” Hyunjin asks you and you try to ignore the fact that everyone can hear him — everyone can hear and see your heart beating faster, blood boiling under their eyes.

You try to focus on him instead of them — the hand holding yours held a grip tight enough to make you see, that you are safe. You still can’t shake off the eyes on you, however you still stare right back at the people around you. It is so distracting, but still nerve racking. However the more you go deeper into the crowd, the more it makes you realize something…If they truly thought you are, who they think you are, the room would have certainly erupted by now. Maybe they are also not believing what they are seeing, or simply they don’t act on their instincts from the fear of Hyunjin and his family. Maybe they are just here for the show…

“I think so…” You say quietly, glancing up again and you stop in your tracks at the sight that hasn’t been there before. You don’t know their culture, but the thing you know is that vampires do enjoy entertainment — drama. You lips part in small gasp, while you watch two figures flying through the room. Their bodies twist and turn, before the separate themselves from the swing they held on and your sudden stop and simple look of astonishment makes the man holding you look into that direction also. “I have never seen this place before.” You say in amazement big enough to make your heart slow down a little.

“We don’t use it much, but I wanted something special for you.” Hyunjin leans closer to you so you could hear his words better, as you quite didn’t have a supernatural hearing like everyone else in the room.

His breath hits your ears, blowing away the small, loose strands of hair and you almost pull away at the sudden tickling sensation. You can see his own eyes on you, but you still have yours on the room, now especially at another performers in the distance. “It is…certainly something…” Your voice dies at the end, trying to get over the fact he made this all so grand just for you. You somehow slowly got used to being given such gifts from him, but everything from this to the dress, jewelry and mostly the one piece glimmering on your finger could not make you feel at ease.

Your own naturally tense body senses the change in his grip as his hand tightens around your arm. It makes you tear your eyes away from the things around you, glancing up. You can see the subtle clench at his jaw, eyes set straight ahead. “What’s wrong?” You ask softly, eyebrows pulling together, before turning to the spot his eyes are on, only to be met with the face of his two brothers.

You can see it in their eyes that something wasn’t right, Felix’s and Han’s usually soft features now hard and cold. Looking back at Hyunjin you don’t mask the concern on your face, watching him tilt his head down at you, but his gaze still drifts away. “I-I…stay here.” You haven’t heard him stutter like this, voice so full of concern, anger and panic — everything circled around his irises.

Your breath cuts short, shaking your head immediately, grasping on to his hand, when he start to withdraw from you. “I don’t want to be alone–“ You swallow the lump in your throat, slowing down your own words so you wouldn’t stutter also — everyone can hear you.

He finally looks at you fully, his blue eyes flashing darker and you know that he didn’t want to leave you alone either — something truly is happening. “You are not, you are save, there is nothing to harm you, trust me.” You hear the urgency in his words, squeezing at your hand a little too painfully, but it is so it would leave a residue of his touch and presence. “I will be right back.” Your lips fall apart, but before you can even make a small sound he detaches himself from you.

Watching him turn his back to you, disappearing so quickly in the sea of people, you can’t help, but pull your hands closer to your chest. His reassurance of you being watched over seem so little, highly aware of how many vampires were around you. However you try to forget about — forget that they were blood thirsty creatures that could jump on you in any given moment. You have to wonder, how many of them are actually the ones on your side, the room was too big to see it in its full glory.

Turning around, you fumble a little with the skirt of your dress, looking down at the details that seem to only swirl before your eyes. You take a deep breath, glancing up again. People walk past you, some giving you a small glare of interest of why a human is trying to disguise themselves as one of them and some don’t even a spare you a simple look. Though it felt lime they were circling around you, like sharks, predators creeping up on its prey. It doesn’t help you feel any better, that you are standing in the center of the room, so you decide to take a small — falsely confident stroll.

You know that Hyunjin told you to stay were you are, but how? You would only be giving them a full angle view and it seems unlikely for you to disappear somewhere, where he wouldn’t find you. As you maneuver through the room, passing by the cold figures, your eyes don’t move away from the wall. You can hear them taking a deep breath, their noses twitching at your scent and your shoulders slightly shrug in uncomfortableness. You soon learn that room is way bigger than you anticipated — it stretches so much and you only realize you walked into a different section of it, that was hidden by high columns.

Amazement strikes you, looking back, before your gaze trails all the way to the ceiling again. You quite frankly haven’t seen something like this before — it was like a one big hall that even by its size hides so many secrets. You have to wonder again how it is possibly that no one knew of this place, but you realize that you still don’t know where you truly are either…maybe you are way farther from home than you think. Your thoughts distract you enough to not perceive the vampires, your pulse slowing to a steady pace as you admire the room.

Your eyes then flicker to a staircase on the other side from where you are standing, music flowing around you. The multiple, grand stairs lead to a door and you swear you can feel something pulling you towards it. It calls out to you the same way as the voice of the singer, whispering sweetly into your ears. However something suddenly washes over you — something you have felt many times before. You feel this something watching you, so different from the stares of the others. This one goes straight through you, shiver going over you, turning your gaze to the direction you don’t even know — it felt like it was everywhere.

The figures blend together, creating a smear of colors as you turn around searching, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint where this awfully feeling striking through you was coming from. Your skin tingles, blood boils under your skin and you nearly stumble from the wave of distress going over you. It can’t be…You can feel everyone watching you, listening to your heart that starts to pound wildly and you so desperately try to breath through your feelings. You can only seem to focus on the ringing in your ears, which increases only more, when the music and the singer’s voice rise high. You can feel it nearing, cornering you more, as the music comes to an end.

Pain — cold, freezing fingers wrap around your arm so tightly it makes you snap back to your body, gasping from the sudden sensation. You don’t even have the time to turn to its owner completely, before your feet drag across the polished floor. Eyes wide in fright they meet two black ones, hidden behind a highly decorated mask that reaches just above the man’s lips. You don’t recognize this man and you are sure he isn’t one of the men that are here to look after you. His whole demeanor was cold, sucking the life right out of you and filling you with terror. Your lips fall apart, naively trying to pull yourself out of his hold, but he only drags you further with him and at that the scream of help gathering inside you is ripped away from you, when you are suddenly pulled away from the room completely.

The world is a blur for a moment, your eyes too slow to catch anything from the fast movement. Your head whips back, pain shooting through your neck as just as that you are pull back into the slow world you are use to. You have to cough a little, your eyes stinging, vision blurry, but you feel the stranger’s hands on both of your arms. Facing him, you can’t do anything, but to catch your breath, barely catching the new scenery around you. A small hallway, that doesn’t seem familiar, but you can’t even get the details around you strait, because the man opens a door your back have been pushed onto, shoving you inside the room and your mind is completely blank for a moment from all what happened in just meer seconds.

You watch the door slam shut before you, breathing unsteady, your heart almost jumping out of your chest. You can feel fear overtaking your whole body, almost hyperventilating from how fast you have been taken away — you felt so useless and powerless under the man’s hold. You hear a click of lock next and you knew that there is no way for you to get out. So you turn around finally to face the room who have been pushed into, but the sight you come across off makes a strangled noise come out of your mouth.

You can feel them, way before your eyes land on the seven figures standing right before you. You can your chest closing onto you, freezing in your spot, because only with just one glance you knew — you just knew it had to be them. They looked and felt so different from any the other vampire you have come across of. You thought the fear you felt in the ballroom from the stares of the undead creatures was already great, but theirs…You can’t even describe how much their whole presence intimidated you — you could even smell it. Their mouths are shut, their eyes in the same color of gold, yet distinct from each other. They glare at you, staring at your squirming form, lingering on the left side of your chest where your heart thumps against your ribs. The are like statues, letting you take in their beauty and you can help, but trail your eyes to the one closest to you.

He had a tall figure, black hair framing his high cheekbones. His posture reek of confidence and there doesn’t even have to be smile of pride on his full lips to show that. The other next to him seem to be even taller, with soft, blond hair and prying eyes. He looks at you from beneath his lashes in interest, standing before the others in a sense of authority. You can’t move away from their eyes and you know it, but you still aren’t able to fully look into them, in fear you would melt into the floor right under you.

When you look to the other, standing just behind the blonde, his gaze didn’t seem so tense, but it still lack warmth. On his longer face danced shadows from the lit candles, only to remind you that the sliver of softness in his eyes wasn’t still inviting. And so weren’t the ones of the man next to him. His hair, dark as the night, reached his shoulders, small earring glimmering under the light. His face didn’t necessarily seem stern and hard, but it was so cold it send shivers down your spine.

A shorter, light haired man stood by him and his whole presence seemed to be the complete opposite of the one next to him. You could see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes, full lips pulled into a small smile. His other companion held his softness hidden, but he didn’t shy away to show it and that made you feel a lot more on the edge. The silence was so loud and you brace yourself for any incoming impact, but it never came. They still stared at you and you did the same, but not like them, you couldn’t figure out anything about them. Over the light haired man loomed a taller figure and you are taken back by his youthful appearance. Still his eyes showed you his true age, how much he had seen and you feel so inexperienced standing here before him. His jawline is clenched, eyes a little darker in the shadow covering his features. But in the same shadows you could still see the figure standing behind him. The small freckle under his eyelashes leads you two his golden stare, that was anything, but warm. You can see the questions in his gaze like the others, but he seem to be truly looking at you.

You wanted to come to him closer.

However you are startled by the sound of a door opening right behind these seven men and you finally seem to be able to move from your spot to look into that direction. Relief washes right over you, when your eyes meet Hyunjin’s, who momentarily glanced at your company, but seeing your fear filled eyes made him instantly rush over to you. “Y/N.” You breath out shakily, carefully going around the still silent vampires. They finally move also, turning to look at you both, before facing the others, who stood in the doorway.

In Hyunjin’s eyes flashes small concern, that only you could see, while you shorten the distance between you two. With a small stinging in your vision, you let him pull you into him, his hold strong and soft, not freezing like the one of the man, who lead you here into this room. He only has eyes on you for a moment too long, because he can feel the heated stare on his back as he shields your body. He hears the quiet footsteps of his family behind him and he at that faces the seven. “You came.” His voice shows disbelief and his whole family’s faces can’t help, but show the same. It surprise them all so much, that they already feel the suspicion that their presence was anything, but good. “Why?” They really thought, prayed that they maybe wouldn’t show up for the sake of you, so the problem that they would have to deal with would be the vampires in the ballroom. But they would learn about you sooner or later and Hyunjin already puts you behind him to protect you.

Just this simple question finally answers yours. These seven men are the oldest vampires, the ones that turned them. When you first saw them, you already knew, but hearing it being confirmed, made you tremble. The blonde, tall vampire in the center doesn’t show a sign of anger or anything, only looking at you from behind Hyunjin’s shoulder. The way all eight of them dig their feet in the floor, though seem to spark amusement in him. “You think we would miss our dear friend’s ceremonial?” With smooth voice, his gaze jumps between you two and you close your eyes a little at the obvious pause in his words.

The shorter blonde man takes a step closer, feeling how Hyunjin tenses a little, but as you watch the man, he doesn’t seem to be particularly frightened. “Hyunjin…is that woman by your side really her?“ His eyes meet yours for a moment, but you instantly look away from his stare.

The question is met with a small silence, seeing that there really isn’t any need for it to be spoken outloud. “A Human…” Says the man with longer hair, his voice deep and you can feel it rumbling in his chest. “Tell us — does she know?” His tone becomes cold so quickly, you really can’t help it, but grasp onto Hyunjin a little tighter.

“Does she know of what we are?” The tall, dark haired vampire tilts his head at you, but more so his gaze lingers on the man holding you behind him. “Is it perhaps why your letter sounded so urgent?“

“I can explain–“ Hyunjin only breathes out this much, before he is cut off by the man in the front.

“Oh, you will — you will definitely explain in a detail, why a human is standing here in this room, with the knowledge of our existence and exactly why is she holding onto your heart so tightly.” The tension rises in the room, like the flames of the candles behind you that lick at your skin.

Your heart hammers against your chest, pulling your eyebrows into a frown, when Hyunjin speaks in a small tone of desperation. “Her being human doesn’t matter.” He tries to argue, but can he? Even you know what this means — it is not forgivable that you are human.

“Doesn’t?” Spits out the blonde, turning to look at all nine of you with fire in his eyes. “Do we have to remind you all of the first rule, that you all signed in your names — the biggest out of all of them…” Gaze falling on the vampire holding you, the feeling of small repent is obvious by the posture of others, but they don’t turn away from you. “I would never thought of you as a traitor Hyunjin, siding, falling for a thing that is supposed to be nothing, but food — I certainly wouldn’t believe it, if I didn’t saw her standing in a room full of vampires, seemingly not too frightened or unaware as she should be–“

“We wanted to keep it a secret, at least till we would understand it fully.” Speaks up Chan, hands trying to indicate their innocence, but it is ignored.

“And you thought we would forgive you?” With wide eyes, the short blonde’s voice cuts through the thick air. Looking over the vampires you learn to care so much for, makes him release a small unamused laugh. “Are you really that naive?”

Closing his eyes, Hyunjin sighs, stepping a little aside, but not letting go of your hand. “At least hear us, before you give your verdict.” He says, pleading — pleading for your life and you have to look up at him with wide eyes as you now finally realize the situation. Everyone is tense, hand formed into fists, eyes on your now unhidden figure…if Hyunjin didn’t speak in such unmasked desperation, you might have been in their claws by now.

“Please, do.” Hearing the demand, Hyunjin couldn’t care about anything else other than you. Turning to you, your fingers laced together, he listens closely to your heartbeat. Only thing that matters is you — you, looking into his eyes so softly, with specs of fear and sadness, but under those emotions he focuses on the woman, who came to his life so suddenly, yet dreamed his whole life. Everything around you is just a background — you only have eyes on him.

“I can feel her…I can feel everything. I have never felt so close to anyone like this before. I knew from the moment that I saw her — you that this feeling was something different.” You blink away the small tears gathering in your eyes at his words. Him talking about you so dearly made you completely blind of the eyes watching you. “Please, trust me that I didn’t even believe it myself firstly and I did try to pull away, but I couldn’t, I simply couldn’t. I tried to understand why — why do I feel so deeply for a person I met so briefly. I spend multiple nights searching, but I found nothing, nothing, but the obvious. I wanted to be sure myself — convince myself that this is real…soulmates in a form of a vampire and a human.” The single word hits you so deeply now, you finally understood. Hyunjin then glances at the oldest vampires, but your are still stuck hazing at him. “I wanted to be sure myself, before I could convince you, but someone else found the truth way before I did…” They listen carefully to his words, analyzing his whole being as he stood there before them, telling his confession. Everyone seem to be looking and listening to only him, however you can feel a pair of eyes on you, but before you could look ar their owner, everyone turns to you at the next words. “Someone got into her room and left a message completely unnoticed, but it was clear…We found no trace, even after each of their appearance, every one more direct than the other and we think this someone is seeking revenge on me, us, through her.”

These words seem to make them forget about you a little, attention now on their first creations. “You think someone would be stupid enough to try, what you are applying?” Says the tall, short, dark haired vampire.

“The more important thing is–“ Minho steps aside, making you all look at him, as he glares at the men infront you. “Would you let them?“ You see a small challenging look on their faces, lips formed into thin lines for a moment. The question holds a deeper meaning and Minho really is asking them pf one thing only — do they trust each other enough to be on the same side together again after all these years…The man in the center, sighs and was it melancholy in his eyes?

“We are no family to you and certainly not friends by any means, but the thought of someone taking over our trusted…” The last word rolls out of his tongue slowly, looking around the room slowly. “Is not pleasing–“

Chan seems to sense something in him, frown falling on his face and you for the first time see him truly act on his emotions more than actions. “Really now? Are you really worried about of said thing, that someone is trying to destroy everything that we build or are you concerned only about her?“ Venom drips from his words and his question is answered instantly, when the vampire’s eyes drift to you firstly.

“Human…” You can hear the genuine confusion and the tight smile that follows doesn’t ease you. “Chan — my old ears might have disobeyed me, but did you said we? As in you?”

You feel so small, powerless in the room that you can’t help, but pull your hands to your heaving chest. Hyunjin looks at you at your move, but you don’t meet his heated gaze as you listen to the words being thrown out of his brother’s mouth. “If it weren’t for the fact that you cannot be killed — it doesn’t matter. All of this, all of them–“ He points to the direction from where you all came from, voice rising in volume. “We have the whole right to defend ourselves.”

“You broke the first rule!” The voice of the vampire that spoke before his blonde companion booms in the room so loudly you flinch. Then he points directly at you, his emotions firing so strong you can see the flicker of red in his golden eyes. “No human can know of our existence — you are all so lucky that we didn’t punish you the moment we heard of her–“

Your lips fall apart, the others next to you straightening their back. Hyunjin steps before you, shielding you and you don’t have the see his face and the others’ to see the anger. “So you knew…” There is no remorse on their faces and you yourself are in disbelief. “You knew, we needed your help and yet you all didn’t do anything — like cowards.” Felix comes so quickly behind Hyunjin you have to blink rapidly. All of this — everything falls onto you and you helplessly stand there unmoving, only watching the blonde pushing down onto his shoulder, so he wouldn’t do the stupid thing you were so afraid of.

Another laugh, but now filled with true amusement leaves the short, blonde. “Oh — so now you need us?“ You can feel that in this whole situation that it wasn’t so much about you as it seemed to be.

Hyunjin closes his eyes in small defeat, pushing away his pride and nodding his head in what almost seemed like a small bow. “Yes, even if it pains me yes, because if something happens to her…” The words die on his tongue, but he doesn’t turn to look at your deep frown that pierces through his heart. “Everything will be destroyed.”

The long haired man puts his hands in his pockets, leaning over to his and the others direction. “Maybe it’s time for a change.” His whisper sends shivers down your spine, fidgeting in your spot.

The long pause that follows makes the short haired blonde sigh, rolling his eyes. “You all bore me.” He says, however it doesn’t cut the tension. His eyes travel to a one specific person as he says that and in small curiosity you can’t help, but look over, only to spot Han, who stands next to Minho. His gaze is turned to the floor and with furrowed eyebrows you glance back at the other, only to find him already staring at you. “How is it that you can feel the same way a vampire can?”

That question makes them all turn their attention back to you. You yourself have been asking this same question every day — you didn’t believe it, but as your mind goes back to the moment few hours ago, you could still feel it. Your skin was tingling, was it maybe because of Hyunjin? Is it because that you started to open up, let your feelings guide you, that you can finally really feel this invisible string between you two? You don’t have an answer, only staring back at them in silence, the only noise being your heart and the cracking of fireplace.

The more your lips stay sealed, the more their gaze seem to darken and you desperately want to back away and run — your human instinct. Glancing at Hyunjin you come across the same questioning gaze, but in the corner of the eye theirs won. With your racing heartbeat and silence Chan seems to realize what you were thinking or more less he spoke again to distract them from you just a little longer.

“We had encounter with wolfs today.” That seems to do the job, but still it doesn’t help you calm down. “Just minutes before the sunset–“

Another genuine expression forms on the face of the vampire in the middle and you have to think how almost unnatural it felt. “Wolfs?” He exclaims, the word lingering in the air and for a second he just stares at Chan. They all look at each other and you distinctly remember why — said creatures were the thing why they were made for. He seems to not instantly believe such thing, but with the unwavering expression he sighs. “That would make sense yes, they certainly never liked us.” He says, stating the obvious.

“But their way of thinking, acting–“ Changbin speaks, shaking his head softly. “Till now they never showed up.” He argues with his own family right now, but that doesn’t make the others unaware.

“Maybe it is your doing?” The taller vampire with dark hair points out, glaring straight at Chan, who clenches his jaw. “Maybe they do not like their once companion playing for the other team–“

“We both know that doesn’t make any sense, there are just few clans left and we know they rather stay away from us.”

“Maybe some were sniffing around, heard about you and thought of revenge.” Shrugs the amused blonde again and his remark seemed to anger Chan so much, that Minho has to take a step between them.

“Revenge?” It is obvious that someone is trying to do that through you, but werewolves seem like such a unlikely enemy in this situation. It is way closer than you think. “If they did think of it, don’t you think you wouldn’t be the main target?”

The vampire before him tilts his head mockingly at his words. “Like you said, you are the strongest…and even so they are not stupid enough to try and fight.”

“Exactly.” Fires back Minho, waiting for just the moment he says that, words already flying from his lips. “We think someone is hiding behind them, using them to make us confused–“

“Don’t be ridiculous–“

“You think someone would be so hungry for a revenge?” The vampire cuts of his own companion, silencing him as his curiosity grows at such thought.

The sandy blonde shrugs lightly and you grip onto your necklace a little tighter at each of their sentences — it felt like you are a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any given moment, because you can just feel the heat in you rising from waiting. You keep track of their conversation, but you can’t seem to fully function as your mind turns into fuzz. Maybe you are now a little selfish, but you can’t help, but think of what they might do to you after this conversation ends. You focus back on Minho, glancing at Hyunjin, who is for that moment unaware of your struggle. “Don’t see why not.” Says his brother. “We all know what it is like.”

The man before him shakes his head, knowing already where this is going. “It can’t be a vampire–“ He argues.

You hear someone take a couple steps across the floor, eyes following the sound, landing on Seungmin, who you realize has been awfully quiet till now. “Are you sure? You have not shown gratitude for what we had done. You have all done nothing over three hundred years, no wonder every vampire thinks of us as the most powerful.” Grimace falls on his face, but you can see the glimmering pride in his eyes and that seem to make them snap.

It all happened so fast, the rising tension snapping so suddenly you gasp, head whipping around as you hear a loud noise. Turning into that direction your mouth opens in shock at the sight of Seungmin colliding with a wall. Your human senses are not quick enough to realize what just happened, staring with wide eyes at the sight before you. The long haired vampire, whose demeanor seemed so calm, yet cunning turns south, as you watch Seungmin being picked up from the floor in a blur. The vampire has his hand around his neck and you panic yourself, when the man under him struggles with the grip on his throat. “Watch your tongue-“ Spits out the vampire, his hair hiding his expression of anger and you can only stand there frozen in your spot, while everyone goes to stop the vampire from breaking his neck. “Remember who gave you this power, you are nothing, but a fledgling just like everyone.”

His outburst surprises even his companion and the furry radiating from the brothers of his creation makes the air taste bitter. You feel so useless, just standing there and watching, but even the vampires don’t act on their impulses. They stop themselves from getting between them, knowing that it would only make this worse. Seeing Seungmin holding helplessly onto the hand around his neck makes you really see how much power these vampires have. The man, who seem to be holding the most authority steps closer to the pair. “Let him go.” His voice is calm, yet demanding and you watch the family of the other straightening their backs, when he doesn’t do that. “Yoongi!” Snaps again the blonde vampire and at the sound of his name he finally releases the man in his hold.

Seungmin can’t help, but double over a little, breathing in shallow breaths, hand pressing onto his neck. Even from the distance you can see the small imprint of the man’s hand, Yoongi, but the marks instantly disappear by a blink of an eye. “You are even more weak than I remember…” Mumbles the long haired vampire, whose name is the only one you knew so far. Seungmin stands to his full hight again, his family taking a step closer to him with hard looks, but that really doesn’t move him at all, as he now turns to look right into your direction.

That move only makes the others follow his line of sight and you are only reminded of why you stand here with them. However now no one is standing beside you — you are completely alone and can’t help, but feel vulnerable under their gaze. The anger that was still present in the room doesn’t weaver, when the taller, dark haired man steps before the man, who you stare at for small insurance. Hyunjin now is hidden and you can’t do nothing, but face the unnamed vampire. “Now…” The air around you shifts, almost like everyone forgot about what just happened, but you can’t — they are so strong that even with their brother being choked to his last breath, they couldn’t do anything. So what does this mean to you? You are now finally being asked, interviewed and they all finally look right at you.

“How can you be human, but still be his soulmate?” You don’t move, not even shake your head, because you yourself don’t even have an answer. “Do you feel it? Do you feel your heart beating just for him? Breathing just for him, living every passing moment with him like a spear going through your heart?” Your eyes meet Hyunjin’s behind him and the fear in you melts away for a moment. Being asked this infront of all them is so different, than whispering it to each other alone. But you don’t care about the audience, eyes only on his — so soft, sweet, vulnerable like yours.

“Yes.” You finally spoke, voice strong in emotion, but so quiet. There never wasn’t a need to raise your voice to be heard by him.

Unfortunately he is torn away from your sight as the vampire steps before him again, making you turn back at him and you can see it on his face that he did it on purpose. “And you are still human…impossible.”

You can’t help, but frown at his words and you push away your surprise, when they let you speak again — maybe do respect humans in some part. “Why can’t it be?” Your shoulders shrug a little, turning to all of them and you try to hide the fear rising, with their expressions. “Anyone and everything can feel these emotions, why can’t it be me?” You say and your words hit them harder than your thought they would. Was it truly because you can understand them better than no human ever did? You always held your emotions high, sometimes so strong that you couldn’t control them and even now it was certain in your voice.

Turning to Hyunjin, the vampire lets you see him again, meeting his gaze immediately, before it turns to the man as he gives him a question that has been in the back of all of their minds. “How did you know she was the one?” He asks and Hyunjin flickers his gaze to yours again. He wants to say everything, let his emotions speak for him again, but he knew that wouldn’t make them believe.

“I can’t compel her.” He says and everyone instantly disagrees, not believing even a little.

“Lies-“

“He can’t.” You say, raising your voice to be heard even if you know you don’t have to. With you letting your presence known, with nothing in the way of getting to you now, they don’t held back anymore.

The whole room turns to you, you are now the center of attention and even if you hate it, even if you can feel your terror overwhelming you whole, you don’t shy away. There is no way for you out of this. “Show us.” Demands the blonde man, gesturing to you both.

Hyunjin at his words steps closer to you, slowly, like he was giving you time to calm yourself or maybe turn your attention fully to him, but it doesn’t help. You trust him, you trust yourself — you know the truth, but you still shake nervously. What if it doesn’t work? No, you know he can’t compel you. It is the thing that lead you to him. The man who doesn’t mask his own small speck of fear, which only you can see stops infront of you and you look at him so closely. You already remember each curve, dip, mark on his features, but that doesn’t stop you from admiring him for the thousand time.

It is like the first time you met. You can still remember his eyes, the emotions held in them as he was the first man, who truly look at you and see you. Even you can smell the emotions in the room, slowly cutting through the thick fog of darkness caging you. Hyunjin can’t help, but graze his hand softly over your cheek, seeing the stains of tears you shed since meeting him — the tears that you shed for him. With his eyes he searches for something, using this moment to take you in and with the feeling of your skin he doesn’t even feel the ominous presence of the others.

His lips then lift up a little and you are taken a little back at such move under this situation, but then it becomes clear to you, why he did that. “Don’t smile.” He could’ve said anything, but he chose something so sweet, you truly couldn’t help yourself, but do the same.

Your small move is not unseen by the others and seeing the short blonde in the corner of your eye, you can feel his mocking grimace before you can even see it. “Oh, is that it?” The mocking sweetness in his words makes your face turn sour, but that change of expression doesn’t move him, as he eyes you closely. “You are lying, Hyunjin.” He states, clicking his tongue a little and said man turns to him with hard stare, however the vampire’s eyes are only set on your form. “I can smell the silver from here.” His nose wrinkles and the others, even you, look down to your necklace. That’s why he gave it to you — he didn’t want you to fall for the tricks of any vampire. Though that doesn’t make Hyunjin any less confident, stepping aside just a little, but what comes next he wished that he didn’t do that.

“Jungkook.”

The unknown name belongs to the vampire with youthful features, who kept himself hidden till now. He doesn’t even look back, his attention fully on you. You can tell that there is something whispered, when they said his name. He stalks to you so slowly, you have to back away a little at the look on his face. With his hands behind his back, he walks up to you, stops right infront of you. His whole presence and posture screams of power that you could only dream about of having. His eyes trail all over you and you feel yourself twitch in your spot, when he suddenly comes closer to you. You don’t want to turn around and face him, when he stalks behind you, but you do squirm at the subtle touch of his fingertips on your skin.

His freezing hand moves so slowly from your naked shoulder up to your neck that you have to shudder. Something about his touch makes your stomach turn, maybe it is because of the way he stops for a second to press his thumb over your jumping pulse. His hand leaves your skin freezing, blindly following his touch with your senses and your chest tightens, when with just a single move he unties the knot on the necklace. “Your bride has a beautiful neck.” He says, but it felt anything, but a compliment. He pulls it away from you just with two of his fingers, dangling the heavy jewelry, like mocking the try of keeping you safe from a vampire’s powers. You hear it being thrown across the room, the heavy noise making you flinch a little to harshly, but you can’t help it, when he walks back to face you again. He is so close to you, looming over you with blown out pupils. Your lips fall apart a little, almost missing the quick look behind you.

You couldn’t even blink, so fast you feel yourself twitch, mind being emptied with just his voice and you don’t even fully grasp, what he so suddenly puts in your hands, as you feel your pupils dilating just like his. “Kill yourself.” You inhale sharply, body freezing just for a second and your mind screams in panic, when you look down into the dagger in your hands. It felt horrible — you couldn’t control your own body, your hand turning the dagger to your chest so fast you can’t even blink.

Next you feel pain. Your body shakes violently as your hands move to dagger yourself, but that never comes. Someone wrapped their arms around you before you could do it, the clanking sound of the weapon hitting the ground loud to your ears and you fight harshly under their hold as they pulled you with them to the ground. Your eyes are wide, not particularly looking anywhere, but your mind only screams at you, repeating those words said over and over. You can’t — you can’t control your spasming body, mind screaming at you to stop. The tears rolling down your cheeks are the only thing coming from your doings and the panic rising in you is nothing, but fake. You have to do it — your own body betrays you, when your teeth start to dig into your tongue.

You cry silently, tasting the blood coating your mouth, praying for it stop, but you can’t do anything. You realize, who the touch belongs to, who is holding you, but you couldn’t focus on anything else other than the pain. Choking, your hand immediately grasp the hand of the man holding you down, when he suddenly shoves his fingers into your mouth. With his strength he is able to pry your teeth away from biting your tongue off, as he presses down on the muscle. “Stop!” You cry, choking, teeth digging into his fingers, tasting iron. “Stop it now!” It isn’t meant for you, but for the vampire named Jungkook, who watches with others the scene infront of them.

You can’t even breathe through your nose from the blood that pools down your throat. The compulsion literally makes you powerful enough that Hyunjin couldn’t contain your spasming body, your feet dragging across the floor as you struggle — Deja Vu. Your body betrays you again, when your lungs don’t take in any air and your head spasms at the lack of oxygen. You can already see the black spot in your vision, but before you can slip into unconsciousness — Jungkook finally speaks.

“Stop.”

Hyunjin’s withdraws his fingers from your mouth, making you choke out and lamp for the oxygen. Everything swirls around you, body slumping and falling to your side. You struggle with getting air to your stinging lungs, body shaking in pain at the tenderness on your tongue. In your state you don’t even see Hyunjin charging at Jungkook with nothing, but anger. Someone helps you sit up and your teary eyes meet Felix’s, who softly holds your head up. You gasp, cough in his hold and the more you get your breathing stable, the more the hidden sobs in you escape your lips. Your ears still ring, but even in your state of helplessness your head turns to his direction.

Hyunjin true form is uncontrollable — eyes vibrant red, face pale as alabaster and even though your vision swirls, you can see the veins on his face pulsing with anger. Three of his brothers struggle to hold him, his attention only on the man responsible for your pain, but on his face is anything, but regret. They don’t show mercy or sympathy, nothing, but amazement — and that only made him more furious. They did this only out of spite, not even caring if he wouldn’t be fast enough to stop you from piercing the dagger through your heart.

“You knew! You knew what was happening and you still choose to do the nothing!” You have never seen Hyunjin so out of control, shaking so much in emotion and you for a moment don’t recognize him. His face controls, hurt so big on his face, your breath gets stuck in your hurting throat. “After all we have done for you?” His voice breaks in the end, his chest heaving.

“You haven’t even marked her!” Yells the vampire before him, short, black hair falling into his eyes as he gestures to you. That word strikes small confusion in you and you look at Hyunjin, who at your soft gaze stops to shake with anger. His eyes turn slowly to blue at your state. You have an idea what he meant by that — the memory of your teeth barely grazing Hyunjin’s vein the time he let you feed of him…is this also why he never drank from you before? Because he knew he would sink his teeth into your pulse to make you his forever?

Hyunjin stops to struggle under the grips of his brothers, vulnerability going over him at your state, but when he decides to turn back to the man before him his softness dissolves. “There is an enemy right infront of us.” He says through gritted teeth, glaring at the seven vampires before him.

“You broke our rule!”

There is no need for Hyunjin to try and compel you again — they know. The quiet blonde, who has been watching from afar, detach himself from the others to stand between them. “You will lose us all if you won’t respect it–“ Says Jeongin, before gesturing to you. “Someone is trying to get through us through her.” He repeats the same words said before, but even with the emphasis, they only repeat themselves also.

“You think someone is that stupid enough?” Exclaims the tall blonde in disbelief that they still stand by their words. “We would kill them immediately!”

Seungmin, who you learned is standing right behind you and Felix, who still keeps you in his hold, shakes his head. “How can we trust that you would? You haven’t appear in years…no wonder they are going after us and not you–“ That makes the long haired vampire release a short, dry laugh in complete awe.

“Strongest…”

The mockery is strong, filling up the room with sourness that you could taste on your tingling tongue. You swallow your saliva mixed with the irony taste of blood, cringing lightly. The blonde still holding you puts a hand on your back and you are thankful for so such gentleness. Hyunjin still stands there in his spot, watching the silent interaction and he has to push away the anger for your sake. The silence is loud, everyone breathing through everything that just happened and you have to stare at them all — waiting. Their verdict is taking really long, but one of them finally asks the question.

“Are we going to kill her?”

It is such a horrible question to be said about a person, who is right infront of them, thinking of their life like nothing, but another waste they might needed to get rid of. You waited for this the whole time. Since you got here, why they came — did you convince them to let you live? Did the moment of you almost killing yourself convince them that you are completely devoted to a vampire? Do they trust your words? That you can feel the same way as them — and so deeply. The question is still unanswered. Do they care enough for them? Would they care if their first ever creations would be killed? Their once friends…family?

The one in the middle, the one who tried the most to understand your situation and you the most, stares at you in thought. You don’t have the strength to make yourself look stronger, but that doesn’t mean he can’t see how strong you truly are. Even if you don’t feel like it, you somehow are just as significant as them.

Vampire or not.

“No.” He says, his tone is soft, while he still looks at you. “Rules are meant to be broken sometimes…” No one — nothing is said to disagree with him and you have to release a small cry of relief, just as everyone. That man doesn’t ignore it, turning to step before Hyunjin, who was ready to walk away to you. “I hope you know what you are doing-“

“I know.”

His tone holds determination, ending into a loving whisper, when he turns to you. The vampires before them all agree with this decision, even if they didn’t show it through their words and actions. They somehow now understood, when they watch him walk up to you. There was nothing else to be done or said at this moment, but you do thank to the heavens in small, silent cries.

The blonde leaves you as Hyunjin takes his place, both of you falling to hold yourselves close to each other. Everything, the big weight of your shoulders is lifted now for the moment and the relief of not being taken away from the man holding you is now the thing laying on top of your shoulders. He pulls you to his chest, holding head under his chin as you wet his shirt with your tears. The others now see no use of being present anymore, but they can’t help, but linger just a bit longer to watch your shaking form. They never seen Hyunjin so broken, greatful — so full in emotion.

You know that this isn’t over, it is just the beginning somehow, but you can’t help, but melt into his arms in happiness. They all leave you both sitting in each other’s embrace on the floor, but someone’s footsteps slowly come over to you. Hyunjin is the one to look up first, pulling his head away from yours, but his arms around you don’t move. You do the same, glancing up to the figure standing over you, trailing your eyes up their body before you stop at their face.

It is the same man, the last one, the one that haven’t spoke, the one, who hid himself in the shadows. He doesn’t speak even now, only pulling your necklace that has been rip away from you from behind his back. Your face shows a speck of greatfulness at the gesture, taking the dangling jewelry from his hand, unaware of the looks being shared between him and Hyunjin. You are not so much thankful, because of the fresh memory of that vampire compelling you and when you turn back from the necklace to him, he is already no where to be found.

You are now both alone in the room, quietly holding onto each other for a few moments, but Hyunjin then puts your face into his hands to look at you. However your lips fall apart at the sight of tears on his face, eyes still glassy from them, while you let him look over you. He never cried before. “Where does it hurt?” He says in whisper, but you are still stuck staring at his face.

The touch of your hand on his cheek makes him snap back to the reality — the reality where you are with him, alive. Your thumb swipes over his skin lightly, other hand coming to his to lace your fingers together. “I am fine, your blood healed me.” His blood only healed you physically and you can’t help the small bits of tears escaping your eyes again, when you trail your fingers over his, remembering your teeth digging into him. “I am sorry-“

“We have been through this, Y/N–“ Hyunjin shakes his head at your apology, eyebrows pulling together. “You could never hurt me.” The painful, yet real smile appears on his lips and yours lift ever so slightly in shared relief. “It pains me that someone is targeting you because of me…but now you do not have to worry — we have them on our side.”

“How can you be so sure?” You ask truthfully, but you know it really must mean something that they let you live — that they didn’t punish him for breaking the most sacred rule of them all.

“I am not.” He says, but you don’t shake in fear of the fact that they might change their mind. Something told you that they wouldn’t — do they really care? “But I know you somehow convinced them…” Hyunjin smooth down softly the few pieces of hair covering your face, before his palm meets your cheek again, smearing away your dried tears of pain and sadness that leaves only warmth behind. “We don’t have to worry no more, at least for now — so I can fully enjoy my bride.”

You match his wide smile, watching the light come back into his eyes at that word. “Bride? Is that what I am?” You say, small playfulness in your voice and you take his words to not worry about anything, atleast for now.

“If you let me have you…” That sentence sends your heart racing, looking down to your hands. He doesn’t push you to answer such thing, but it still is left to be answered — some day. You can now finally wonder, you finally don’t have to wait and only you can only live now, but…there is still something out there haunting you. However your mind and body is so tired that you truly can’t think about what might happen next, now you have nothing to guide you or get you ready. Now it is only your destiny and that can’t be changed.

Hyunjin reminds you to not worry for now, when he takes the necklace from you to put it on to you again. It maybe now lacks a little security, but you remember that you are now more safer than you think. Their methods and way of speaking isn’t forgotten nor the fact that they might not be trusted, but that is a feeling not coming from you. Hyunjin thinks that, he doesn’t want to trust this someone so easily, when they had wronged him and all of them so maybe times before.

“We should go back.” He says and you nod slowly,pushing away your tears of exhaustion away, picking yourself up the best you could. You can’t stop now…There are still those vampires waiting for you and you know that the arrival of the originals really peak their interest. They must already know…

Standing up took you a little time, wobbly legs ready to give up on you, but Hyunjin steadies you, till you got your strength back. Even with his blood you feel the tiredness creeping up on you, but it changes into nervousness, when he lead you then out of the room. Like before, you feel the nerve racking pressure on you, as you near the ballroom again, but now you held onto Hyunjin a little more at ease. Still what if this confirmation will lead the other vampires to snap? No, like said they are not stupid enough to try and even say a word.

“Focus on me.” Hyunjin says to you, when you both stop before a door. Even in the dim light you recognize the door — it is the same one that called to you, now being opened slowly, letting out the still softly playing music out, but it seemed to waver, when you take a step closer.

Your eyes fall bellow you, traveling across the whole room, as everyone turns to look at you. Before you is the staircase that you have been looking at before you were taken. You understood that the calling you heard was maybe your own future. With the originals present, completely unmoving from the sight of you and Hyunjin, the room fills with looks of wonder, soft whispers flowing around you. His hold tightens around you a little, guiding you down the stairs, while you watch the vampires around you move aside.

They were making a room for you…even if some of them didn’t look pleased by a sight of a vampire being so close to a human — they didn’t do anything against it. You are surprised by the way they seem to respect you or maybe they are just too afraid to doing anything against it. Descending down the staircase you find the gazes of his family, who watch you both, with softness in their eyes. Being so distracted, so out of your body, you don’t even register Hyunjin stopping in the middle of the empty space everyone made for you, but you do glance at the few couples taking their stands around you.

His movement makes you look at him again, letting him put your hand on his arm, while his lands on your naked back. He can feel your goosebumps under his palm, only smiling softly at you again, as you both lace your hands together. The nerves and anxiety leave you at that and so the other people around you. He is now the center of your world and you listen closely to the music gaining in volume.

It is so different from the last time you danced with him, but it still felt the same — so warm and full of…love. Your heart beats faster, but in said emotion that has been kept hidden in your heart till now. You don’t feel any repulse, you are finally not afraid to feel. Hyunjin guides you like before, twirling you around and dipping you softly, but you somehow don’t need him to. It is like your hearts formed into one and this dance its just their making.

This dance is different from that one you danced before, it is more complex and quicker, so you don’t expect him to move away with you, your hands instantly reaching out for him. However before you can stumble or move out of rhythm someone takes you in their arms. “I don’t think we were properly introduced.” You breathe in sharply a little at the sudden move, but you don’t look away from the man infront of you. It is the tall man, with high cheekbones and longer face, also the one that haven’t spoke to you till now. You remember his eyes filled with softness and now there is no mask to hide their natural sparkle. “I’m Hoseok.”

Your mouth falls open at his light hearted tone. You don’t know if you want to even say your name back, because after all his family did to you, it really wasn’t no need, but you fall victim to his charms. “Y/N.” You say back quietly, eyes searching for Hyunjin, however his subtle touch tickling your skin leads you back to him.

“I don’t say this often as it is in my nature, but I want to apologize–“ You frown a little at that, not because you didn’t know why, but it is simply because you are taken back by it. Dipping you, he sees a look of small disbelief and confusion on your face, making him continue. “You seem to be a clever woman, vampire or not.” You look at him closely, analyzing his expression. Was that a compliment? Did he really think it would warm up your heart after what his family had done? His apology seems to be truthful, but you don’t fall for it. Hoseok only smiles at the expression on your face, just a little wider, before he twirls you into arms of another.

Their hold is strong and you flinch slightly at such differences from the man before him, who actually controlled his true strength when holding you. Your eyes meet amber and you feel your heart stop beating for a moment. It is the man from before, the one that gave you back your necklace — the one that has his hand on the upper part of your naked back. Not like his companion he doesn’t hover his hand over you, he almost digs his fingers into you, but under his gaze you don’t even feel the slight sting of his nails.

Cold — you feel coldness creeping up on you, hand that is held in his shaking slightly. The more he twirls you around, the more he dips you, the more he gets closer to you. You almost feel his chest against yours and you can’t seem to find the will to move away or anything against it. When he dips you again — so low that your feet hover over the floor. he presses his palm on the back of your neck as your head rolls back at the sharp move. His fingers tangle slightly in your hair, tugging just a little to make you shake, you looking at the upside down world, however you only feel his breath fanning over your sternum. “I will help you.” He says and you gasp at the voice. It is sweet like honey, like from a dream, it wakes fire in you, burning your skin. Your head becomes fuzzy and not just from the way he pulls you back to him, as the music ends. He doesn’t let go of you and you something prevents you to do the same, but that wasn’t the same for the someone, who walks up to you both, pulling you away from his hold.

Hyunjin stands next you, now being the one to have in his hold, glaring challengingly at the man before you, but he only gives him a sliver of his attention as his eyes still trail over you. You are puzzled by such deep look, hand falling on top of the vampire’s holding you and that seem to move his attention.

You watch with choked breath as he turns away from you, but with a one last shared look between him and Hyunjin, he disappears in the crowd like nothing happened — but something did and your body can’t seem to forget it. With that interaction you let your mind wander, while the holding you close, pulls you to fave him. “Are you alright?” Hyunjin asks you and you turn to look at him with a small sigh. Just like you, he seem to take this small interaction to his heart, something flashing in his lightly colored eyes.

You don’t answer this question, shrugging away the lingering memory, ignoring the eyes of the room watching you both. “Is there somewhere we can talk — privately?” You ask him, already feeling the tiredness weighting you down. The room is so full and even with being filled with nothing, but the walking dead you feel heat rising inside of you. It is too much for you — all of it. You truly wanted to give Hyunjin, what he wanted and truly enjoy yourself, but you couldn’t. Though you didn’t know that it doesn’t matter if you two won’t stay — everywhere is everything he wants, when he his with you.

He eyes you a little, seeing the distance look on your face, but he doesn’t question it. “Yes…come with me.” He could feel the pressure of eyes on the both of you, when he quickly leads you out of the room. The vampires’ lips are parted, questions and remarks on ready to fly of their tongue and he knew you could feel them judging you. You didn’t deserve any of it, but what did he think? Almost everyone present holds disgust for humans — seeing them as nothing, but food. The only important thing has been done and he doesn’t have to mark you for them to see it. He doesn’t care, he holds pride with having you by his side.

You do almost pull away from him, when you realize he guided you back to the same room, where it all happen. Staring at the floor which you were struggling for your life on is so hard to look at. You know that there maybe isn’t a room safe enough to speak in without being heard, but you are confused by his choice. “Is it safe to speak here?” You question, turning to him, when he closes the door to the room. “I though everyone could hear everything that happened here–“

“No, we can speak here clearly.” Hyunjin reassures you, walking up to you slowly. “Before we got here I smelled burned sage — small spell, but it does work on vampires.”

Your raise your eyebrows in bewilderment. “Spell?” You repeat in shock and small realization. “They have a witch on their side…” It is not a question and he already knows, what you are thinking.

“Propably…” He sighs, but he already knows the truth.

There has been time — still is, when him and his family thinks that a witch being the reason for your tortures is the only thing that made sense and you both share the same look at the memory. “You don’t trust them.” You say and you are in agreement with yourself. You have already thought of them not being necessary on your side, only caring about themselves and how it might effect them, but hearing this information makes you talk of it again.

“No, I don’t.” He repeats himself again and you can see the battle in his eyes — it is so hard to trust them, even if they did let you go. His head is a mush. “However I’m certain that they will keep a close eyes on you and everyone else in that matter.” He says, looking at you through his hand as he pressed his fingers to his nose bridge. Hyunjin then sighs through his nose, eyes falling to your raising chest with a frown. “I will never forgive them about that, I would kill them if it was possible–“

You walk up to him at that, hands grasping onto the material of his suit. “That doesn’t matter anymore.” It does and you know it. He only lets you bewitch him into thinking that it doesn’t. You both don’t know what to truly think, but one thing is certain — you are alive. Your skin is still warm under his hands, he can still hear your heart beating. Hyunjin is distracted by your beauty once more and he truly thinks you must be some kind of enchantress. So, your next question really makes him twitch.

“That man…is he your maker?”

He instantly knows, who you are talking about and his lips form into thin line at the reminder, but he holds himself together. He doesn’t burst into anger at the memory of him — him touching you so boldly, right infront of everyone, right infront of him. Hyunjin only nods, head hanging low, before he glances at you from beneath his eyelashes. “Taehyung.” He says, letting you put a name to his face finally, not missing the bitterness in his voice as he says his name. “Did he tell you that?”

You blink at the tone, shaking your head. “No, I just had this feeling…” You can’t describe it. Maybe it was because he reminded you of Hyunjin in some way, maybe you just knew somehow. Maybe you knew, because of the interaction in this room between you three or maybe it were the looks being shared between them. Maybe it was his touch…

You have to shake off the sudden thought, hand touching your forehead. Your head hurts from everything and you can feel the pain pulse under your fingers. “I’m tired…” You whisper, sighing at the wave of exhaustion, feeling Hyunjin’s hand on yours.

“You can rest now.” He says, rubbing soft circles onto your skin, but even with your pulsing head you open your mouth to ask him something — the thing that made you speak to him in the first place.

“Hyunjin…” Your look of sadness and the whisper of his name in a plea makes him tremble for a moment, but his shoulders quickly slump at your next words. “I want to go home.“ You say, reminiscing the faces of the people you left behind, the ones you miss so badly and care for so deeply. “I want to see my own family, I want to see them-“

Hyunjin can feel your pulse quickening and hear your breaths come out short, shushing you softly. “Alright.” He nods, smiling softly at you and he gleams at your look of thankfulness, before he pulls you closer to him again. You had never felt so safe and warm like this in someone’s arms before — not like this. “But for now, stay with me for a little while. I want to enjoy my beautiful bride a little longer.”

The title makes you warm inside, smiling into his chest and you know he can feel your lips stretching on his skin. “Alright.” You repeat, your smile not leaving you and Hyunjin can’t help, but do the same. However you don’t see the flash of emotion in his blue colored eyes…

Dismay.

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[justiceforvillains]

V A M P I R E H Y U N J I N!

♡When he first tried to drink from you felt super bad

♡Didn't like how you were trembling and shaking

♡Sat on the couch and made you straddle his lap

♡Felt amused at how hard you were blushing big wide doe eyes looking down at him in shock

♡"Sweetheart if this makes you feel embarrassed then what will you do when I do this"

♡Wraps one arm tightly around your waist both of your fronts flushed together, cradling your face with the other

♡Lands soft feather like kisses on your neck

♡Smiles even more when he hears you whimper and moan

♡Gives your neck one last kiss before bitting the skin

♡Makes sure he doesn't drink too much but God your blood is addictive

♡Licks the wound before looking up at you

♡Thinks his heart might have been revived with how beautiful you looked

♡Face flushed, eyes teary and unfocused, mouth open

♡You looked like an angle in his eyes

♡Gets super happy when you get tired and put your head on his chest

♡Acts annoyed but don't dare try and stand up

♡Notices you get tired more than the other humans he used to drink from

♡Probably because you weren't eating well

♡Feeds you so much

♡Every two hours he’ll be at your side with food

♡”I’m not hungry”

♡”Eat”

♡”I said i’m not hungry”

♡”Humans should eat every two hours. open your mouth”

♡He will force feed you don’t test him

♡Any weight you gain is noticed

♡And gushed over

♡”That’s a sign that I'm taking good care of my little Darling~”

♡Speaking of weight gain

♡When he first tried to feed you he gave you raw fish

♡He didn't know what Humans eat it's been centuries since he transformed

♡You thought he was testing you

♡Which made you even more terrified than before

♡He picked up on it

♡"Do you not like fish?"

♡"M-my lord Humans don't eat raw fish.."

♡"Oh"

♡For the first time sees you smile

♡You even give a small giggle

♡Happiest Vampire right here

♡After living together for a few months forbids you from calling him "Lord"

♡Gives you cute nicknames and sees which ones makes you blush more

♡"Sweetheart" "darling" "baby" "my love"

♡Favorite time of the day for him is feeding time!

♡Not because he gets to drink your sweet Blood

♡No, because you get so tired and sleepy and just cuddle into him

♡It's also the only time he doesn't smell fear from you

♡Thinks he will die again when you unconsciously nuzzle your face in his neck

♡Pets your head and might give you a light kiss on your forehead

♡Can you just please stay in his arms forever    

[How you met Vampire Hyunjin]

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[jinikaris]

I GOT YOU 🫵🩷 (levitating tiktok challenge)

[muertecitos]

啃食彼此的心，是爱的盛宴。 ۟ 𒂭 ( 2OOO ) 🪦

♡ 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝘰𝖽𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍⠀ ㅤ..漣ㅤㅤㅤ۱🏴‍☠️ ⸻✟

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Epilogue: Maria

Genre: smut, history (Victorian time), fluff

Pairing: Vampire Hyunjin x doll like (f) reader 

Word Count: 3515

Summary:  How is your life after you have been turned? Do you accept his proposal? 

Warnings: oral, fingering

Original Date: 18 October 2020

Part 1: Bernadette   Part 2: Victoria   Part 3: Jeanny

You have gotten used to your life as a vampire, keeping hidden in the darkness when it was daylight. But once it was the night you were out for hunting. You had been ignoring Hyunjin at all cost, he may be stronger than you were. But you had the same speed or powers and so could easily hideaway.

Years have passed by and your anger at Hyunjin had become less. You haven’t met any other vampire in those years and you realized that you didn’t want to stay for eternities alone

You sat in your room listening to the music box. You had a black dress on and kept staring at the turning ballerina. It had always calmed down whenever you felt sad or stressed.

A knock on the door broke your trance and soon Hyunjin walked into the room.

“It’s been years since I saw your doll.”

“I know, I guess I should say that I accept your proposal.” Hyunjins eyes widen smiled.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore. While I can go from man to man through the years, I really want a man who can love me till the end.”

You stood in front of the mirror, You had tightened your corset. Thinking you had it on correctly. Your black dress flowed down with lace. You grabbed the veil and gloves and attached it, before walking down to where Hyunjin was waiting.

Hyunjin was already in the ballroom, the large windows there let the moonlight in, making the place more beautiful than it already was. He had his rings in his back pocket and waited for you.

You finally walked into the room with a smile, seeing Hyunjin there in his black tuxedo, his long blond hair tight up in a bun.

“Dear Y/N.” He reaches his hand to you and you took it without any hesitation.

You had learned to love Hyunjin. He wasn’t as bad as you had thought, he was a real gentleman. He had cared for you like he never had done before. It was then that you realize that he was the one.

Even if you two were human, you would have chosen to marry him too. You didn’t know why but you were sure of it. You had already felt honored that he had chosen you years ago, at that masquerade ball. Hyunjin takes off your glove and put on the ring, making you snap out of your thoughts. You smiled at him and then put a ring on him.

“Now, I pronoun us husband and wife,” Hyunjin said giggling before he kisses you under the moonlight.

“My pretty wife.” He said smiled as he leads you away.

Hyunjin throws you on the bed.

“God, you are so pretty.” He rips your dress off. Hyunjin smirked and slowly started to undress. Making you wait in, feeling all needy.

It’s been many years and you knew it was something you really wanted now.

“Hyunjin please.” You cried out, ready to touch yourself, but your hand never reached your clit and Hyunjin slams your hand to the bed.

“Don’t!” He growled out, he reaches down with his face and started to lick your pussy. It took seconds before he pushes his tongue in.

You didn’t remember him doing this before and it made you feel more excited.

“Hyunjin~” You moaned out and it made Hyunjin smirk. He moved his fingers to your pussy and while he removed his tongue, his fingers took that place. He moved his mouth a bit higher to suck on your clit.

You moaned it out again and felt yourself getting closer. It took a bit more sucking and fingering when you came on his fingers.

Hyunjin takes his fingers out and smirked as he saw your juices on his fingers. He started licking off his fingers before undressing himself completely.

He lined his dick up to your hole and slides it in.

“You feel even better than I remember.” He said smirking, he hardly gave you time to adjust, but somehow you didn’t care. As you loved the feeling of him filling you up.

“Now, this is feeling so amazing.” You said moaning. This made Hyunjin speed up even more. You didn’t know that he could go faster.

Hyunjin then managed to lift you up and slammed you into the wall as he continued these thrusts.

“God... I’m close.” You whined out, Hyunjin smirks and kisses your neck.

One hard thrust made you cum all over him and it made him groan. He came after a few more thrusts.

“I love you Y/N... forever and ever.” Hyunjin mumbles. Those words made you smile. Now you never regret this decision.

You had a loving husband forever and you knew one thing, that the sex would never be boring throughout the centuries.

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Whispers of the Night (1)

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader

Genre: Vampire! Au, College! Au

Warning: Cheating, Drinking, Shitty Boyfriend etc. This is an 18+ only story, there will contain alot of smut in later chapters

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: If you want to be tagged in this series, please let me know! Comments, likes and reblogs with tags are strongly encouraged! Also a big thank you to @skzdust for reading it and helping with ideas!!

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A year ago, if someone asked you where you pictured yourself a year later, you would have blushed at the question and immediately began to gush about your boyfriend, Mark. Talking about how you'd be with him, you were going to marry him one day when you both graduated college, and live this blissful, happy life.

What a load of shit.

Here you were, having just had your second anniversary with Mark and you were more miserable than You had ever been in your life. Your relationship with Mark was nowhere near what it used to be, and you didn't know what to do. You had tried everything you could think of to bring that spark back between the two of you, to bring the happiness back but Mark seemed to be on such a downward spiral and he had no problem dragging you down alongside him.

“I'm going to class.” You murmur, walking out of your shared bedroom, not even waiting for him to respond. It was the first day of your sophomore year and he obviously wasn't getting up to go to his own class, but there was no chance in hell you were missing the first day, not since you changed your major at the end of last year and now you had almost all the hardest professors on campus. Your stomach was in knots as you clung to your notebook, your heavy backpack already making your back ache as you walked from your off campus apartment to the school. Luckily you were only a few blocks away, but fuck, if you had to carry this bag everyday, you swore your back might just break.

You stand at the lights, waiting for the walk signal when you feel a presence beside you. You felt calm, safe, almost tingly. It was the way Mark had made you feel in the beginning of your relationship, part of you thought that it was him beside you. You turn your head to look, seeing a tall man with dark hair and flawless skin. His jaw clenched as you took him in. Your eyes trailed down to his lips, where you swear you almost saw a smirk, he was one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen, and to be honest, something inside you was begging you to talk to him. Your mind races, and blanks all at the same time. You move your leg to step out onto the road when you're suddenly pulled back. A few seconds later, a car speeds past the two of you. Your mouth hangs open, as you stare at the man who just saved you.

Seconds later the walk light flashes, the beeping startles you. The man laughs, turning to glance at you. “Have a good day, y/n. And be careful.” He murmurs, hurriedly walking in front of you.

How did he know your name? How were his reflexes so fast? You would definitely have remembered if you'd ever seen him before. You quickly start walking, trying to catch up to the man but as you get across the street and look up, he's nowhere to be found. You shake your head, continuing on your journey towards your first class - psychology. You had reluctantly chosen this one last, unsure of how well you'd do in the class but alas, it was needed so you would try your best.

As you walk through campus you smile and nod your head to a few others who you had become acquaintances with last year. You walked towards your building, anxious to see if you knew anyone taking the class with you, it always made you feel better to have a friend. Mark was supposed to be in this class but when you had told him you signed up for it, he dropped it the next day. That stung quite a lot, he used to want to spend a lot of time with you. He loved hanging out, doing whatever random activity at any time. And now you were lucky if he was even in the same room as you. Your confidence took a hit with every interaction with him, and to be completely honest, you weren't sure how much longer you were going to be able to put up with his shit.

You walked into the already packed classroom, only a few random seats were left available.

“Note to self, get here really fucking early next time.” You murmur to yourself, heading to the front row, which was the only row where there were enough empty spots that you didn't have to sit next to anyone. You got nervous around strangers. There was too much word vomit on your part, and this year you really needed to buckle down.

No distractions, and you were confident in that. Until a very visible distraction walked into your class. Another overly handsome, flawless skin, body, smile, flawless everything man, who made his way towards you. You could feel the tingles jolting through your body as you watch him walk directly towards you, his face now stone cold as he sets his belongings down, taking the empty seat beside you.

Right beside you. Even though there were 3 others on each side of you he could have chosen from.

“HI.” He whispers, leaning over close to you. You turn your head, instantly getting a whiff of his cologne, he smelled so fucking good.

“Um, hi.” You whisper back, looking away. He made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“I'm Jeongin. It's nice to meet you, y/n.” He whispers. His voice is deep but not too deep, it's so velvety, it gives you shivers.

As you were about to turn and ask him how he knew your name, your professor walked in. Jeongin's face turned back to being stone cold as he looked straight ahead, listening to the introductions. Your head was spinning, your ears were ringing. Two equally attractive men talking to you in one day, had you flustered as fuck. You didn't say this often lately, but you couldn't wait to go home.

The rest of the day passed in the blink of an eye, with no more handsome strangers who knew your name coming up to you. You breathed a sigh of relief the second you stepped into your apartment. You set your belongings down, walking into the kitchen only to find Mark sitting in front of the TV, playing video games.

“How were your classes?” He asks, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Fine. I'd ask you how yours were, but you didn't go.” You sigh.

“Yeah, listen, you have any money? I'm going to meet some friends later at the bar.” Mark says, still never looking away from the screen.

“No, my loans haven't come in yet.” You murmur. They did, but if Mark knew that, he'd drain you of all the money you had. He was extremely financially irresponsible. His parents sent him enough money for rent, utilities, groceries and some fun every month and every month he blew through it all like it was nothing, only paying a few things here and there, leaving everything else to fall on you.

“Fuck sakes.” He groans. “I guess I'll call my mom.” He murmurs.

He refused to get a job, but would happily call mommy and daddy to bail him out. And they would. You wished you had that luxury, you had been on your own since you were 16, and life had never been kind to you.

A little while later, Mark emerges from your shared room, dressed up, a smile on his face as he laughs at his phone. He slips it into his pocket after replying to a message, and casually leaves the apartment without saying a word to you.

This. This apparently was your new normal. You sighed loudly and deeply, going through the evening motions. Eating, watching a show, mindlessly scrolling through tiktok or Facebook, getting ready for bed, and falling asleep, dreaming of a happier life.

The next morning, you were up at 5:30am, mentally berating yourself for accepting a 7:00am class. Summertime you had been more confident in the fall you, to be able to get up and survive the day. You hated the summertime you.

Your eyes were still half closed as you made your early morning walk to campus. Mark hadn't even come home, and your heart was feeling a little shattered. You wandered around campus, realizing you had way more time before class. You decided to go to the bathroom and then grab a coffee from the campus shop. You groggily push the bathroom door open, closing your eyes as you walk in, just for a second, until you hear a man clearing his throat. Your eyes shoot open, seeing a handsome blonde man standing before you, washing his hands.

“Wrong bathroom, love.” He smiles.

“Oh my god… I'm so sorry.” You panic, turning around to grab the door and rush out of there. You pull the door open but before you leave, he says one last thing.

“It was nice to meet you, y/n.” He says, his voice even deeper than Jeongins. Your heart races. You don't turn around, you walk out of the bathroom, trying to breathe as your head spins. You completely forget about the fact you needed to use the bathroom and head straight for the coffee shop.

You stand in line, looking at the menu, trying to decide which one will wake you up the most because clearly you're in desperate need of it. When you decide, it's your turn at the counter. You look at the barista and are slightly taken aback. He's absolutely gorgeous, like the 3 other men you had seen over the last day or so. He's a little shorter but fucking muscular, with a dazzling smile.

“What can I get for you?” He smiles.

“Uh…um… iced americano, with a shot of espresso please.” You half mumble. He smiles at you, turning around to make your drink. You fumble in your bag for your wallet, grabbing your card while you wait for your drink and to pay. Not long later, he slides your drink towards you, his smile still there.

“It's on the house today.” He says.

“Oh… thank you.” You smile.

This was a good interaction. At least he didn't know your name.

“Have a good day, y/n.” He smiles. You look at him shocked but at that point he's already helping someone else.

What the fuck was going on?

The day continued to drag on, you wanted to doze off in all your classes, the coffee didn't help, not even a little bit. When your last class ended at 2pm, you sluggishly made your way back to your apartment, dreaming of your bed even more than you had this morning. You don't even care that when you get home Mark isn't home. You don't care that you haven't heard from him all night or all day. All you care about is the fact that you're home and you can nap without any interruptions and then make yourself a delicious meal when you wake up, but nothing in your life ever goes to plan.

You stretch a few times, feeling like you had slept for 12 hours at least but you knew it had only been a few, until you look at your phone.

“How the fuck is it 7:00am!?” You groan, crawling out of your bed. You hadn't eaten, showered, or done anything except slept for 16 hours and still, unsurprisingly hadn't heard a word from Mark. You quickly shuffle around the house, making yourself some breakfast and some coffee, considering the coffee you had gotten yesterday tasted like ass and did nothing for you. While that brewed you took a shower, washing the confusion of the last few days off of you, in hopes today would be a better day.

You were hypervigilant on your walk to campus, paranoid that there was going to be another man you didn't know but who somehow knew you coming out of the woodwork. There had been four already but there couldn't possibly be anymore. Right?

Wrong.

You wander through campus after your first two classes, not feeling very hungry for lunch. You look down at your phone, texting your friend Sam, who was due to return home from her holidays in a few days and you couldn't wait to see her. And tell her about all the shit Mark had put you through. She was going to love it. No one hated him more than she did, and she was proud of it. You laugh at her last text, moving to reply when you bump into something concrete, dropping your phone to the ground. You groan, bending down to pick it up when you see four legs standing in front of you.

Oh christ. “Here we go.” You mumble, picking up your phone, standing up. You felt almost breathless looking at the two men standing before you. One was so beautiful, his smiling face almost made you blush, whereas the other one, who was equally as handsome, had a stone cold face and a cold demeanor.

“You should watch where you're walking, y/n.” The stone cold man murmurs. “You never know who's going to be around.” He finishes. He gives you a small smirk, before stepping around you, leaving the other one there with you. “See you around, y/n.” He winks, walking away to catch up with the other one.

This week was way too fucking long already. You needed a goddamn drink.

Thursday rolled around, and nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was finally a normal day and you were so unbelievably thankful for that but it also partially bummed you out. As weird as this entire week had been, you had been sort of looking forward to having the unexpected moments with the gorgeous strangers.

That evening you went home, and to your surprise, Mark was back.

“Where have you been?” You ask, setting your things down on the table.

“I was just with the boys, y/n. Christ, what's with the third degree?” He snaps.

“With the boys since Monday? And what? Unable to call or even text that you were okay?” You snap.

“Fuck, You always do this. I'm sorry I don't involve you in every single fucking plan I make, mom.” He spits. You just roll your eyes and walk away. It wasn't worth it, and once you got your shit sorted out, you'd be gone. You were done. You walk into your room, closing the door and locking it behind you. Sam was back tomorrow and you couldn't wait.

Friday afternoon, you skipped out of the lecture hall of your last class, ready to get home and get ready. You were meeting Sam at both of your favorite bars and you were over the moon excited. You probably should have slowed down, or at least watched where you skipped but for now it was too late. You didn't see the broken concrete in front of you, making you trip. You squeezed your eyes tightly, waiting for the impact between you and the ground but it didn't come. You open one eye, seeing a sexy man, smiling at you, holding you in his arms.

“Woah there.” He laughs. “That could have ended very badly.” He finishes, standing you up straight like it was nothing.

“You really need to be more careful, y/n.” Another voice chimes in. You turn to look to see another man, longer black hair, plump lips and a gorgeous face.

What the fuck were these men drinking here?

“H-how…” you begin but you're cut off.

“Pay attention, y/n.” The one who caught you says, before they walk but almost glide away. You shake your head, not wanting to let the interaction stop you from enjoying your night out with Sam. When you get home Mark is nowhere to be found and frankly, you were pretty happy about that. You quickly begin getting ready as your class had gotten out late and Sam was already at the bar waiting for you.

It took you seconds to spot her. The screech that came out of each of you had all the patrons glaring at the two of you as you hugged and jumped around. Not seeing her for three months had been exceptionally hard and you both had so much to fill each other in on.

Three hours and multiple drinks later, you were drunk, spilling your guts about Mark. “And he only came home yesterday! That fucking asshole.” You scoff.

“Wait… let me get this straight… you're telling me he went out and was gone for days without a word and got mad at you for being concerned!?” She yells.

“Yeah! Make that make sense!” You murmur.

“I'm telling you, y/n, there's much better options out there.” She sighs.

You knew there was. And when you were ready you were going to find those options. But first you needed to find somewhere to live and then you could move on. Luckily for you, the amount of money from your loans would be enough to cover a place for yourself for a while but having a roommate would be better. You couldn't tell her yet though, you needed to have everything organized first.

Hours and even more shots and drinks later, you and Sam stumble out of the bar, her holding you up and you attempting to hold her up. You're far more drunk than she is, with how your week had gone, you absolutely needed it but instead of sending you home alone, she brought you back to her parents house, where she was living so you could sleep it off. Her parents were strict and even though she was an adult, if she lived there she had to follow their rules which meant no drinking and no guests. Luckily for you, they were out of town until the next night so you were free to sleep peacefully. And you did, passing out the second your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, the two of you woke up, having breakfast. It helped your hangover and by the time you left her place to head back to your own apartment, you weren't feeling the effects of the night before. You were ready to have a good rest of your day, and you thought you would. You walked into your apartment and instantly something felt off. You looked down, seeing a pair of heels that definitely didn't belong to you.

“That motherfucker.” You mumble.

As quietly as you could, you tiptoed to your shared bedroom, pushing the door wide open. You see Mark laying there, a woman entangled with him as they both peacefully slept. How cute. It would be cuter if he wasn't supposed to remain faithful.

You quietly pull out your phone, snapping a few pictures of the two of them in bed together before you leave. Even though you were mentally checked out of the relationship, your heart was still very much in love with him. Or maybe it was in love with who he used to be. You always had a hope that a flip would switch and he would end up going back to how he was when you first started dating, but that guy… he would never have cheated on you.

You walked out of the apartment, unsure of where you were going to go. Sam was busy today with her parents returning in a few hours, and you didn't really have many other friends, at least not ones you were comfortable enough to call up and cry to. So you wandered. You wandered around the city for hours, until you ended up only a few blocks from campus and directly outside a bar you'd never been to before. As the sun sets, you pull open the door, ready to drink even more than you did the night before, needing to numb the pain in your heart.

After two doubles, you pulled out your phone to send Mark a text. You attached the picture you took of him and the woman, with the caption “I hope she was worth it. I'm done.” you pressed send, silencing your notifications, and turning your screen over onto the table. You didn't want to see his reply, or if he even did. You wanted to drink in complete peace. So that's what you did, until your head started to spin and you swore you started seeing things, like the man from your class who sat right next to you, Jeongin with the one who caught you when you tripped over the cement. You squint your eyes, just slightly, trying to stabilize your vision, but you weren't sure if it was working or not.

You stood up, ready to storm over there and demand answers. As you began to walk, someone grabbed onto your shoulder, pulling you and spinning you around.

“The fuck is this?” Mark spits, holding up his phone, showing the message you had sent him, along with all the texts he had sent back to you but you didn't know you got.

“That's you, laying in bed with a girl who isn't me!” You yell.

“So you're done. Just like that?” He asks.

“You fucking cheated on me! Yeah I'm fucking done.” You snap.

“You didn't come home! I didn't know what or who you were out doing! Excuse me for needing some physical touch and companionship!” He yells back.

“Are you kidding me? You were gone for four fucking days, and you know what I didn't do? I didn't cheat!” You scream. You can feel the eyes of everyone in the bar on the two of you. “I still had some hope that maybe you'd change and you'd be the guy I first fell in love with but that's gone now. He's gone. And so am I. I don't care, I'll move out, I'm just done.” You finish.

“Don't be so fucking dramatic, y/n.” He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Let's go. We're going home.” He says, grabbing onto your arm.

“I'm not going anywhere with you.” You say, trying to pull yourself out of his grip.

“Everything okay over here?” You hear from behind you, the voice is familiar.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mark yells. “Mind your business.”

“Well, when you're putting your hands on a woman, it kinda makes it our business.” The voice says.

“She's MY woman, so worry about someone else.” Mark replies.

“It doesn't sound like she is, so either let go of her, or we're gonna have a fucking problem.” The man snaps.

Mark doesn't let go. You turn your head, seeing Jeongin and the man who caught you, standing behind you, both of their faces stone cold and terrifying.

“Mark, you're hurting me.” You whisper, looking back at him.

“Chan…” Jeongin begins.

“You have no one. Nowhere to go, y/n. Don't be stupid.” Mark grunts.

“She does, actually.” Chan begins.

“She's coming home with us.”

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