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“Don’t forget to breathe,” was the last thing Chan said before he was leaning forward and his fangs were piercing into the junction of his neck, his lips resting just above the jut of his collarbone as he sucked.
And yeah, Hyunjin forgot to breathe.
Because even if Chan was a vampire, his body was warm against him as he looped two firm hands around Hyunjin’s waist to secure him when his knees nearly buckled underneath him.
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Hyunjin stumbles across a weird vampire sugar baby website, and he does not expect it to lead to him finding lovers. (Seven times Hyunjin gets bit by his vampire boyfriends.)
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- Part 1 of Vampire Hyunjin chronicles
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“What’s he saying?” Changbin asked curiously as he, with little to no fear (because he was either stupidly brave or stupidly stupid.) Moved closer.
“Careful,” Chan warned as it grew silent once again, silent enough to finally make out the hazy sentences the beautiful sick stranger was saying.
‘Not…’nfected,’ he mumbled unconsiously, ‘don’t… kill me. Please.’
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The world came to an end on June 15th, 2005, and ever since then, Chan stuck with the group of six he had collected overtime in their small town mall. When they find a stranger in the middle of the woods with one foot in deaths door, their peaceful post-apocolyptic lives are flipped over.
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- Part 1 of Faded bite marks universe
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It was only because Chan was paying such close attention did he notice when the back of Hyunjin’s shirt slid up as he bent into the splits and pressed his chest flat against the floor.
The flash of sudden skin revealed a lace fabric of some sort that hugged his hipbones- and then black. Ink.
Chan blinked once, twice, and even rubbed his eyes despite the partner stretch he was doing with Felix- looking completely past him, but it was too late because the rucked up shirt already returned back to normal.
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Hyunjin gets tattooed, and Chan goes a little crazy.
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02 Jan 2026
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Hyunjin tapped his ash onto the patio and tilted his head as he squinted. “Do I know you?”
“Not yet,” Chan said, and this time his smile dropped on one side into a smirk.
“Are you hitting on me?”
Chan let out a huge laugh, the type that made his eyes crinkle in on themselves and almost split his face in two with how wide his grin was, and he threw his head back so that the chains around his neck moved and rippled across his throat. Hyunjin squinted even harder.
“Not yet,” he repeated.
OR: Hyunjin is an artist fuelled by self-hatred who can't pick up on social cues, and Chan is obsessed with his voice.