Peach Pink, Velvet Red

by themarmalade

Summary:

Soobin, vampire, hates the taste of blood and refuses to drink from humans. Until he meets Yeonjun, who smells so sweet, and looks so good, and won't stop showing up just when Soobin thinks he's got himself under control.

Notes:

Hello! I am here with more yeonbin! I feel like it should go without saying since it's a vampire au, but there will be a lot of mentions of blood

Chapter 1

 

“I don’t want to,” Soobin pouts, looking at the shot glass of blood in front of him and crinkling his nose. 

“Ha!” Beomgyu is annoyed but never annoyed enough to not be amused. “After I went through all the trouble to put it in a glass for you because you won’t feed off a human, and I know you're sitting here hungry.” 

“It’s gross,” he mumbles. 

“Are you sure you’re a vampire?” Beomgyu laughs. 

Rolling his eyes, Soobin snarls his lip and points emphatically at the sharp fang there before resuming his pout of disgust.

They go through this every few months. Beomgyu is his cousin and best friend, and most recently, roommate, after they chose the same college two years ago. He'd never choose to not have Beomgyu around, but sometimes, like now, he wonders if it wouldn't be easier on his self esteem. 

Beomgyu tries a different approach, voice softening. "Are you sure you don't want to give it a try again? I mean, maybe it wouldn't be so bad..."

The look on Soobin's face has him sighing in defeat. “Just down it. The blood capsules are supposed to be delivered on Saturday.” 

He exhales loudly and grimaces as he raises the glass to his mouth. 

“You know thinking about it makes it worse,” Beomgyu laughs. "Just down it."  

Beomgyu’s right, but still. With a held breath, he tries his best to toss the liquid to the back of his throat so he doesn’t have to taste it. 

“Bggghhhh,” he moans and shivers in disgust. 

“Here, you big baby.” Beomgyu sets a glass of ginger ale in front of him to chase away the taste. 

“God, so gross. It’s like eggnog but worse.” 

The chair across the dining room table creaks when Beomgyu pulls it out. “Is not.” He pulls his knees up to his chest, perched on the little wooden chair. “I don’t know how you manage to survive on blood capsules, honestly.” 

“And the-”

“Yes and the powder in your smoothies, I know.” Beomgyu grins and looks tired. To his credit, he looks tired for him, not of him. "And you really feel okay? I mean, you're always tired..."

Soobin looks away. He knows Beomgyu worries about him, that they all do. “Yeah, I feel fine. Maybe vampires just don’t need blood as bad as they think they do.” 

“Ha! Nope. That’s just you. Maybe you’re the next stage of evolution or something.” 

 

Face slumped against his hand, Soobin sighs and shuts his eyes against the distant bass boom and lets the disco lights dance over his eyelids. Taehyun is in town and somehow that led to Soobin being talked into going to a club, the kind of club where vampires go to find humans who want to be found by vampires. 

It’d been two hours since they arrived, and 45 minutes since everyone else had slipped away with someone and left him sitting here on a velvet bench at the end of their table. Huffing another sigh of boredom, he downs the last of his drink and smooths his pants. 

At least it’s nice to dress up every so often, he tells himself, sitting up again to stare at the lights swirling and swooping through the smoky air of the club. 

“Hi.” 

Someone slides into his lap, knees bracing around his hips. He’s pretty in a way Soobin hasn’t really seen before, pink hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, black mesh shirt and tattered black jeans. There’s a silver ring through his lip and glitter smudged in the corners of his eyes. He hovers around Soobin, smirking when Soobin does nothing but stare back, wide eyed and slack jawed. 

“I’m Yeonjun.” He holds up one hand between them to show the silver band around his wrist that marks him as someone safe to feed from, someone consenting.

A little frown eclipses the smile when Soobin continues to stare. “If you want? I mean, isn’t that why we’re here,” he chuckles. 

“That’s not why I’m here,” he says quickly. “I just- my friends wanted to-” The words escape him as hands trail down his chest. 

“But don’t you want to?” The words are spoken so close to his lips. “Don’t you think I smell good?” he teases. 

“You actually… really do.” Soobin melts when the stranger arches his throat in front of him. Inhaling him is like a gulp of hot chocolate, sugary down his spine. His mouth waters, his brain fades to saccharine fuzz. 

“You really do…” he sighs and drags his fingers up his neck, watching as his thumb disappears into Yeonjun's mouth. 

Shocked at his own hand moving without his permission, he jerks away. “But I don’t- um. I don’t feed from people.” 

“What?” 

He knew shock would be the reaction but it doesn’t stop him from feeling embarrassed. A shrug. “I don’t like it,” he mumbles. 

“You don’t like it?” Yeonjun laughs, as anyone would. 

He nods. “Don’t like it.” 

“But you might like me.” Yeonjun says it with a smile, tilting Soobin’s pouting face up to look at him. The smile grows when Soobin’s eyes fall back to his throat. “When was the last time you tried it?” 

“Four years ago,” he mumbles, zoned out on the pulse beating in Yeonjun’s throat. Steady and strong, warm and so sweet, sweet like nothing he’s encountered before. All his friends talk about how delicious someone smells, but he always thought they were exaggerating. His mouth waters again and Yeonjun exclaiming four years ago?! fades into the background. 

Distracted, he nods and skims the back of his hand down the side of Yeonjun’s neck. Somewhere in his scent-fogged brain, he's alarmed at how he's fixated. It's like his body is acting on it's own and he can't quite seem to regain control, lost in Yeonjun's soft skin and strong muscle and the dip behind his collarbone. 

“...hm?”

Yeonjun bites his lip and shakes his bangs out of his eyes, pleased that Soobin was too busy admiring him to hear his question. “I said, how are you not feral right now? Or like… dead.” 

“Blood capsules,” he murmurs. “Freeze dried blood in my smoothies. Very rare steaks. I dunno.” 

“I’d taste so much better than that.” He traces a finger over Soobin’s top lip, pushing against it to reveal a sharp fang. “If you wanted to try…” He drags the pad of his finger over the sharp tip, not enough to break skin but almost. 

Trying and failing to keep his chest from heaving, Soobin squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his head away. 

“I’ve never had to convince a vampire to bite me before.” Yeonjun laughs and Soobin tries not to look ashamed of himself. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.” 

Yeonjun lifts from his lap and it’s so odd; he should be relieved but instead he’s aching to drag him back down. It doesn’t make sense, he doesn’t like feeding from humans, he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to, so then… why does he want to?

Yeonjun stands between his legs and smiles down at him for a moment, thoughtful, disappointed perhaps but good-natured. “Have a good night, yeah?” 

He gives Soobin’s cheeks a squeeze and disappears into the loud darkness of the club. 

 

Of course all the copies of the book he needs for history class are already checked out. With a frown, Soobin fiddles absently with the crumbling corner of some biography and tries to remember if he needs it for next week’s class or not. 

A yawn overtakes him. Despite today being the first day of classes, he stayed up way too late last night playing games and drinking before Taehyun went back home on the first train. His body feels like microwaved leftovers. "Just one more class," he mutters to himself, blinking hard.

He freezes, muscles clenched, eyes blown wide. He knows that smell.

He ducks and scans through the bookshelves for a glimpse of pink hair but doesn’t find it. Hunched over still, he walks along the long stretch of library aisle and peers through the gaps.

Nothing. Frustrated, he whips around to check behind him and slams directly into who he was looking for. 

Irritation is followed by a smile when Yeonjun looks up to see who body slammed the books out of his hands. “It’s you,” he grins. 

Befuddled by being a “you” in Yeonjun’s world, he just nods in reply. “Yeonjun,” he finally confirms. 

“Yeah, that’s me.” Yeonjun’s eyes travel all over him, taking stock of all his features here in the bright fluorescent light of day. He wonders what he looks like to Yeonjun, no longer a dark and mysterious vampire in a night club. Just a sleep deprived student in jeans and a t-shirt. 

“You never told me your name, you know.” 

“Soobin.” He stares a moment longer before he snaps himself out of it. “Sorry, I’m not usually this-”

This shy, he was going to say. Embarrassing, considering the reasons why.

“This what?” Yeonjun asks, laughter in his eyes.  

“This- you know. Weird.” Hadn’t really meant to say that, either. 

Yeonjun bends down to pick up the books he dropped. “Do you not usually hang out with humans or something? Am I making you weird?”

“No I-! Well-” Well yes, yes he was, but not because he’s human. Although, in a way because he’s a human, who smells so good, who is so pretty and biteable though Soobin as a rule does not want to bite. 

He stands there perplexed before he realizes he’s frozen up again. “No, I have lots of friends. Human ones,” he clarifies. Another embarrassing thing to say, somehow.

“Is it because you think I’m pretty?” Yeonjun teases with a smile like he already knows the answer is yes. 

Soobin scoffs, annoyed at someone making him feel so off-kilter. He’s usually good at this, teasing and befriending. At being kind, and aloof. At making others feel flustered without much effort. At the basic act of speaking, but just now he can’t seem to get any words out. 

Yeonjun watches him a second longer and Soobin can’t tell if he’s amused or annoyed. “Anyway, I should go,” he says, waving a book. 

“Okay-” He wants to say anything else, anything at all, but he’s choked up by the desire for Yeonjun not to go and how pretty he looks from behind, messy pink ponytail and the way his delicate yellow sweater stretches over broad shoulders. 

The more he thinks about it over the next few days, the more mad he gets. This isn’t like him; people don’t make him nervous like that. He can be a little quiet, a little bashful, sure. With new people, he may be at a loss for what to say for a while but he’s never been like this, whatever this is.

He scowls every time he thinks of Yeonjun, he scowls every time he realizes how much he thinks of Yeonjun. A few times, he considers telling Beomgyu about it, but he knows how that will go. All Beomgyu will hear is "I want to feed from someone" and he'll never let it go. He tells himself that's not even what this feeling is; he doesn't want to feed from anyone, Yeonjun just smells nice. And looks nice. And has a really enticing neck. 

Being reasonable, he allows himself that. He is after all living in a vampire body, it's natural that it'd react to someone every so often. But it doesn't change the fact that he wants to gag at the thought of someone's blood filling his mouth, all warm and thick and... bloody. It makes him grimace just thinking about it, and that's all the sign that he needs. He knows who he is. If he sees Yeonjun again, he'll just... be normal. He'll have a hold of himself. He'll put this behind him. 

 

 

 

It was a tiring third day of the semester, sitting through boring first classes where the teacher drones on about the syllabus and grading scales. Yawning, he walks into the cafe on campus and gets into the long line. 

The big cafe is crowded, everyone getting a lunch break all at once it seems. He scans around, wondering if there’s even an empty table or if he’s gonna have to sit in the grass with his smoothie.

His eye catches on bright pink. Sitting crosslegged at a table in the corner, frowning down at one of several notebooks: Yeonjun. 

I should pretend I didn’t see him, not like we’re friends or anything. But then he catches a hint of his scent, and then he craves the way a smile looks on Yeonjun’s face, and already he feels all blurred and buzzing. 

He’s irritated again. I don’t have to be like this, he's just some guy.  

Before he can overthink himself into a befuddled state of silence again, he turns from the line and walks over. Yeonjun jumps when he slides into the seat across from him.

He grins and doesn’t miss the way Yeonjun’s gaze catches on his fangs. “Whatcha doin?” 

Yeonjun gives him a look and sweeps his hand over the cluttered table. “Studying, obviously.” 

“In the first week of class?” 

The irritation melts into a pout. “I know! Both my teachers today assigned like 5 hours of homework, it isn’t right! And I have biology at 2:00 and then work tonight-” 

He buries his head in his hand to compose himself. 

“Oh? Wednesday and Friday biology at 2:00?” 

Yeonjun nods, distracted by his worries. 

“Biology with me?” Soobin says, puppy eyes and an exaggerated gasp, leaning forward on the table. He’s relieved, some muscle memory of how to be around people coming back. Stupid pretty Yeonjun won’t get the better of him. 

But it finally clicks in Yeonjun’s eyes and he leans forward on the table too, smug when it makes Soobin’s breath catch on an inhale. “Oh yeah? Wanna be my lab partner?” 

“Sure.” He blinks and feigns innocence of any attempts of Yeonjun to fluster him. “You look different than when I met you,” he says after a moment. 

Affronted, Yeonjun pushes up his glasses and looks down at his blue jeans and holey vintage sweatshirt and back up. “Yeah? So do you,” he jabs his chin toward Soobin’s workout clothes. “What, are you on the basketball team or something,” he mutters and fidgets with his pen.

“God no,” Soobin laughs. “Just wanna be comfy,” he trails off, suddenly shy at how Yeonjun may look different but he still looks… good. Like he got dressed on purpose, whereas he knows he himself looks like he fished out whatever track pants and t-shirt was on top of the laundry basket. Because he had. 

“Yeah well, me too!” Yeonjun looks irritated but laughs anyway. “Not gonna dress for class the same way I’d dress to go to a club where vampires go to suck your blood,” he said pointedly, satisfied when it makes Soobin pout at the table. 

“Not like I asked you to throw yourself in my lap…” he mumbles, and feels a bit bad. He didn’t mean to get sulky, but it’s a sore point, his perceived lack of vampirism. 

Yeonjun’s eyes flick up at him. “And I didn’t ask you to interrupt my studying, yet here you are.” 

There’s a grin on his face that makes Soobin want to shove him. Or kiss him. 

With all the willpower he has, he doesn’t allow Yeonjun the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, he blinks and smiles back until Yeonjun’s gaze flickers to his dimples and the softer distraction breaks him. 

He snorts and looks away, busying himself with sipping at his coffee. “What,” he grumbles when Soobin laughs. 

He shrugs in innocence and stands. “See you in biology.” 

Arms full of his coat, backpack, phone and peach smoothie, Soobin walks into class just before the professor does, trying to hold open the door for her and failing with an awkward hello and sorry. He catches sight of Yeonjun’s pink hair a few rows up. There’s an empty seat to Yeonjun’s right, but he's already talking to someone to his left. Soobin goes shy again, and he hates himself for it a little. Panicking when people start to look up at him, he sinks into the last desk in the back. 

He tries not to stare at Yeonjun, he tries not to look at anyone at all. There’s always someone a little too interested in a vampire in class, or another vampire that thinks they’ll have something in common. 

Sure enough, the chair next to him is pulled out and someone slides in with a smile at him that lingers too long. He smiles back and wishes he wasn’t the type to automatically smile back at anyone. 

Resolute, he stares at the whiteboard. But that gets boring, teacher still setting up as the room fills with conversation and the sound of notebooks, and it’s not his fault that Yeonjun happens to be in front of the window that he wants to stare out of.

Out of the corner of his eye, the head of pink hair turns and glances around the room for a second, quick like he’s trying to be nonchalant.

A thrill shoots through him. Was he looking for me? He keeps his gaze trained on the sway of trees and tries not to smile.  

 

Chapter 2

 

He gets to biology class early, planting himself near the window in one of the middle rows. He fiddles with his hair, trying to make it lay right in the front. If anyone has noticed that he’s been dressing nice for the last three weeks, they haven’t said anything. Even to himself, he insists it’s not like he’s dressing up, just not wearing clothes that could pass as pajamas. 

A bag slaps to the desk beside him. 

“Hello, lab partner.” Yeonjun smiles and sips his iced coffee. 

It has become almost a routine, or at least a three week streak of Yeonjun plopping down beside him like he assumed Soobin wanted him there. Truthfully, he does better when it’s like this, being rather aggressively befriended. He needs the reassurance, maybe. 

Not that he’d ever admit it. “Hey.” He snorts a laugh. “Are you awake? Are you here?” He waves his hand in front of Yeonjun’s puffy face. 

“Shut up,” he grumbles, eyes closing. “So sleepy… I think I slept like an hour and a half last night.”

With a long sigh, he slumps against Soobin, face squishing into his arm. Soobin laughs and tries not to go shy. Confounding, that Yeonjun looks so good on one hour of sleep. 

“Wake me up when the teacher gets here,” he mumbles, scooting a bit to rest his head on Soobin’s shoulder. 

Soobin thought he was kidding, but after a moment, Yeonjun’s lips part and his head jerks backwards. He settles back in but sleep takes him again immediately, head bobbing forward and backward. Soobin squeezes his eyes shut in silent laughter.

A whine from Yeonjun when he jerks awake again. He sits up, pouting with eyes barely open by a third and Soobin has to look away, sure the fondness is radiating from his face. Blinking, Yeonjun considers a moment. He shoves their table forward to make room and scoots until he can lay with his head on Soobin’s leg, his hips in limbo between his chair and the next. 

“That can’t possibly be comfortable.” Soobin laughs to cover the flutter in his chest. 

“Mnn,” Yeonjun grunts in return, eyes closed already. 

Nervous, he busies himself with his phone. After a few minutes, he allows himself a peek. Yeonjun is fully asleep on his leg, mouth hanging open a little. 

Soobin bites back a smile and dares to keep looking. Carefully, slowly, he opens the camera on his phone and lifts it high enough to fit Yeonjun’s sleeping face in the frame. 

He cackles silently when he looks at the picture, closing his phone in favor of looking at the real thing again. He considers sticking his finger in Yeonjun’s mouth, he considers petting his hair. He does neither, letting Yeonjun sleep the 7 minutes they have until class starts. 

 

 

Two days later it's Soobin's turn to show up on three hours of sleep, much to Yeonjun's amusement. At least today's lab isn't actually a lab, more of a partnered field trip. He wasn't sure how much more energy he had for faking wide eyed attention every time the professor looked over.  

“So what the hell are we doing?” Yeonjun plops to the grass and flips through their 18 page worksheet. 

The sun is so warm, finally so warm now that it’s April. Soobin ignores him and falls back in the grass, eyes closed in bliss. “Gotta find flowers. Like 5 flowers or something? Dissect them. Label the parts.” 

“Well I know that much,” Yeonjun mutters. “Where is page one, fuck.” 

He looks up at Soobin and huffs. For a second he considers scolding him for not working. He shrugs a shoulder. “Good idea,” he decides. 

Shuffling around beside him, Yeonjun rests his head on Soobin’s stomach, legs splayed out in the clover. 

“Hey.” 

Soobin peeks down at him through sleepy lids. “Mm?” 

“Don’t fall asleep,” Yeonjun laughs, reaching down to pinch his thigh. 

He jerks with a strangled yelp. “I’m not!” Which was sort of true. He may have been edging toward sleep, until Yeonjun laid on him and prompted daydreams of what it’d be like to touch him, to pull him up close and breathe him in, that gorgeous sweet scent too faint here in the spring wind.

The question is on the tip of his tongue, why do you smell so good? But it’s not like he can just ask that. He thinks about asking him what perfume he wears, but then what if he doesn’t? He can see the smug grin on Yeonjun’s face at him accidentally admitting how good he smells. 

But god, he smells so good. It’s got to be perfume? No one’s ever smelled so good. 

He props himself up on his elbows, blinking against the bright sun. Yeonjun’s mouth is slack, breathing slow. He grins. “Don’t fall asleep,” he says loudly, poking at his ribs. 

Yeonjun curls away from his fingers and yells, grumpy and giggling all at once. He sits up and stretches his arms overhead, exposing a strip of his stomach to a pale wash of sunlight. Soobin looks away and stares into the trees, determined to pretend he did not look and does not see Yeonjun’s smirk at him. 

“Mm.” Yeonjun tips his face to the sun. “We should’ve brought food and had a picnic. This is picnic weather.” 

“We’re here doing a school assignment,” he laughs. 

“So? We can do both!” 

“We can just go eat where we’re done,” Soobin says. The tilt of Yeonjun’s head makes him realize he just asked him out, and he scrambles to hide his surprise at himself. “There’s that pizza place on the other end of the park,” he motions past the trees, rubbing at his nose and forcing his expression into something casual. 

“Yeah,” Yeonjun hums. “Pizza sounds good.” Doing nothing to suppress the smile of satisfaction, he finally drags his gaze from Soobin’s face. “Let’s find these flowers,” he slaps Soobin’s thigh and reaches for the folder of worksheets again. 

Two hours later, they're finally carrying their slices of pizza from the counter to a table by the window. Yeonjun is still wearing the daisy and clover crown Soobin had made. Just needing something to do with his hands to keep awake as they examined flowers and leaves and filled out diagrams. He didn't remember thinking about how pretty it'd look in Yeonjun's pastel hair, but when it was finished, he found himself handing it to him like he'd meant to all along. 

It was extremely satisfying, the split second of shock in Yeonjun's face before he recovered, making some joke about flowers for a flower. 

"Ah!" Yeonjun catches it just before it slipped off his head into the pizza. He holds up his fingers as he remembers something, and holds up three hair pins in triumph after digging in his bag for a moment. 

"You could just take it off," Soobin laughs around a bite of pizza, watching him struggle to pin it in place. 

He ignores him. "Help me," he pouts, handing him the pins and leaning over the table. 

A dumb little flutter in his chest. He takes them and busies himself with pinning the delicate stems to Yeonjun's hair, avoiding his big eyes smiling up at him, willing himself not to inhale the hint of Yeonjun's scent. 

"Done." He sits back down and shoves more pizza in his mouth. 

A quick glance up shows him Yeonjun is still smiling at him, that unnerving smile like he knows something. "What's your favorite flower?" 

"Me?" Soobin pauses to think. 

"And don't say roses. Or sunflowers." 

"What if they really are my favorite!" he argues. "I like sunflowers." 

"You would." Yeonjun grins and sips his coke. 

He barks a laugh, offended and not sure why. "What does that mean! They're pretty. And tall and bright. And not trying to be fancy or anything, they're cool enough already." 

"Just like you?" Yeonjun teases with an exaggerated look. 

He shrugs and looks away, trying not to smile with an eyebrow raised. "If you say so," he retorts, flipping his imaginary long hair. 

Yeonjun giggles but doesn't argue. Just hums and watches when Soobin goes shy under his gaze and busies himself with a big bite of pizza. 

 

 

 

Two weeks pass, two weeks of Soobin looking forward to biology class with singular excitement and denying it to his core. Yeonjun’s just hot, he tells himself, ignoring the peculiar fact that his mouth waters every time he’s close. 

I’ve just never had anyone flirt with me like this, he says to cover the constant curiosity he feels about Yeonjun, who he is, what he likes, how does he spend his time? What song makes him smile? What movie makes him cry? 

He finds himself asking as much as he can in the little snippets he gets before and after class, and clamming up when Yeonjun’s smile gets a little too knowing after the fourth or fifth question. 

And the swell in his chest when Yeonjun’s smile pops into his head… that he doesn’t know what to do with at all. 

Soobin rolls over on his bed and sighs, staring toward the sound of Beomgyu on the phone in the kitchen. He’s itching to mention him to Beomgyu, but he knows if he does, the question that follows will be, is he human? Which will bring up the whole blood drinking issue that both makes Soobin feel bad about himself and, with Yeonjun in particular, confused as hell. 

He wishes he could ask Beomgyu what this feeling is, any other vampire he trusts but… that’s only Beomgyu. And Taehyun, but he’s far away, and his mom, but he’s not asking his mom about this. They wouldn’t be able to help him anyway; his not wanting to feed from people is an anomaly, so what could anyone say to the anomaly of him sort of, kind of, maybe wanting to with this particular person. 

For the thousandth time, he tries to envision it. Easy to imagine kissing him, touching him everywhere he can hardly bring himself to look at for longer than a second, mouth on Yeonjun’s pretty skin, that scent that has him dizzy, hungry even. Staring at the ceiling but all he sees is the bow of Yeonjun's collarbone shrugged up shy from too many kisses, lip bitten between his teeth as always. That pretty, low groan in his throat that Soobin's only ever heard on the tail end of a sleepy stretch after class. 

What would it look like for self assured Yeonjun to get a little overwhelmed? To grind up against him because he wants it so bad? To sigh and slump into Soobin's mouth on his neck? The image has a swell of heat curling in his gut. 

But then he gets to the next logical step in the daydream and it all falls to pieces. A mouth full of blood? Swallowing it? And then another mouthful? And another? He can’t imagine wanting it. 

It frustrates him to no end. He wants it and he does not want it. He feels like a vampire for once, and as expected, isn’t, in the end. With a bitter grimace, he walks out of the room, determined to talk to Beomgyu about anything else but this. 

 

Cheek smushed into one hand, Soobin spins a coin around the table. It clinks as it hits one of the half-finished drinks and falls flat. The music throbs around him, melody muddled by the bass. Why did I agree to come here again when I knew it’d end up like this, again. 

He sighs and sits up, staring down the corridor of private rooms, little alcoves where vampires could take whichever human they found at the bar or hanging around the dance floor. Despite never planning to use them himself, he always liked the little rooms. Thought they looked cozy, like the train rooms on the Hogwarts Express. 

He rolls his eyes, recalling Beomgyu’s smug look when some human had approached him while they waited for their drinks by the bar. They did the obligatory flirting, but the whole thing was just so grossly obvious. And Taehyun, playing up the dark and intense vampire angle to the guy who was clearly into that, before they too disappeared into one of the little rooms. 

Don’t be mean, he chides himself. Why am I so cranky today? I don’t care what they do, they’re just doing what everyone does. 

Everyone except himself, but that’s never really bothered him before. He frowns and flicks the coin off the edge of the table. Just in a bad mood today, he tells himself. 

His thoughts inevitably drift to Yeonjun, to the first time he met him here at this same table. He’s annoyed at himself, but it’s like he craves the little swell of butterflies every time he thinks of Yeonjun. 

It’s not that he likes me in particular, it’s that he likes that he can fluster me. Understandable. He can see how it’d be fun, satisfying to his ego. Soobin figures he would probably do it too, if he had the ability to flirt like that. And dress like that. And smile like that.   

As if summoned from his brain, Yeonjun throws himself to the velvet bench beside him and throws his legs across Soobin’s lap, grinning when it makes him jump. He stares at him for a minute, smiling like he knows he could break him if he smiles long enough. 

He raises his eyebrows, a look like he’s waiting for Soobin to explain himself. Finally he laughs and motions at the club around them. “Why are you here again?” 

“Friends made me come again,” he shrugs, distracted by all the skin exposed when Yeonjun sits up. He’s wearing some black band t-shirt faded gray and full of holes, the sleeves cut out, way out, dipping low enough on the sides to see the wave of muscle over his ribs. There are tiny silver chains wrapping around his torso beneath it, which Soobin realizes must be attached to the silver chain around his neck. 

Struck hard with lust, he fumbles for anything to talk about, anything to distract him from the heat twinging up from his thighs. He downs the rest of his cocktail and glances around. 

“Oh? Did you cut your hair?” He reaches for the pink ends that no longer lay over his shoulder. 

“Just a little,” Yeonjun says, turning to show him the back. 

Fang marks on his neck. Soobin traces a finger over them before he can stop himself. 

Yeonjun claps a hand over them but recovers fast. “Jealous?” He peers up into his face to be annoying. 

“No,” he scoffs, and it sounds like a lie even to him. 

Yeonjun grins and says nothing. The silence is louder than any words he might say. “Where are your friends?” 

He waves a hand toward the little rooms lining the back of the club. “They’re… you know. Busy.” 

“Busy being vampires?” 

Some kind of frustration snaps in him. “Yeah, because I’m not, right?” He shoves Yeonjun’s leg hooked over his knee and stalks away. 

“Hey- Soobin I didn’t- hey wait-” 

He stops short, and turns back into Yeonjun stumbling to a halt to not to slam into him. He snarls. “Fangs, yeah?” 

Surprised, Yeonjun’s wide eyes fall to his exposed teeth and he nods. 

He leans in closer. “I could find you in the dark easy as day. If we weren’t in the city, I could hear you from a mile away. I could run that mile to you in like, a minute,” he ticks each one off on his finger. “I could- I could… I could pick up that guy and throw him into the DJ over there, if- I dunno, if for some reason. Point is: vampire. Me, all the time, vampire!"

He throws his arms out in exasperation. "Fuck all of you, I don’t wanna drink the blood of every human I see and it’s ‘are you sure you’re a vampire, Soobin? Are you sure??’ Fuck,” he mutters, running out of steam when a little smile tugs at Yeonjun’s lips. 

“What,” he demands, coming out more sulky than angry now. 

Yeonjun shakes his head and tries to look serious. “Nothing. No, just- you’d throw that guy but not me?” He grins and looks entirely too satisfied for such a small detail. “You’re running a mile to me in the dark but you’re throwing that guy?” 

He knows he’s just teasing him. It’s just fun for him, while for Soobin himself it’s… it’s not that. The realization finally sinks in. The endless thoughts of Yeonjun all week like a little campfire in his chest, it’s more than just fun for him. It’s a sinking feeling, like he has lost, somehow. 

For a minute, all he can do is stare back, jaw clenched, willing himself to deny the instinct to smile whenever Yeonjun does. “Seriously. That’s what you got out of that?” 

Yeonjun’s tongue pokes out to play with his lip ring. “You’re a big scary vampire, I get it.” 

“No! I’m not scary, I’m not- not-” he motions at the crowd of people on the other side of the room, not sure what he means by it. “I’m just a vampire. Like what’s the big deal, I’m just a vampire. I’m Soobin and I’m a vampire, big fucking deal. Just don’t wanna drink from everyone...” 

He sounded dangerously close to whining at the end, there. Dangerously close to correcting himself to the truth: don't wanna drink from anyone, until you showed up. He shuts himself up and stares at the bar to stop from watching Yeonjun’s tongue. 

I should just go home, he thinks to himself. Sick of being here where he’s not the vampire his friends expect, that this club expects, that Yeonjun expects. 

“Do you maybe just wanna kiss me instead?” 

He whips back to Yeonjun, expecting that same teasing smile and smug look at the surprise on his face.

But it’s not there. He's studying Soobin with a small smile Soobin can only read as hopeful, and shrugs. 

“Do I wanna…?” The words die on his lips as his brain tries to restart. “Do I wanna-? Yeah,” he says dumbly, still frowning. “Yeah,” he repeats and giggles at the floor between them. 

“Yeah?” Yeonjun steps into him and hooks his fingers through his belt loops, leans in closer, close enough for their noses to brush together. 

He doesn’t tease him any more. Lips so soft against his, Soobin’s glad the music is loud enough to cover the little hum that escaped his throat.  

One finger locked tight through his belt loop still, Yeonjun’s other hand travels slow up his stomach, his chest, fanning up over his cheek before resting tangled up behind his ear. 

A heartbeat before they were kissing, Soobin had the presence of mind to worry that it’d been a while since he’d kissed anyone, but now that he’s here there’s not a thought in his head. Nothing but chasing after the soft press of Yeonjun’s mouth, again, and then another, and just once more, and another after that, harder, a little more desperate. 

He doesn’t remember thinking he was going to slip a hand through the side of Yeonjun’s torn up shirt but here he is sighing at the warm skin beneath his hand, smooth curve of his ribs up under his shoulders and back down, pulling him in tight, fingers catching on the little silver chains.

A huff of breath against his lips when Yeonjun’s back thumps against the wall, a laugh when Soobin is already kissing him again. Smug finally, but Soobin doesn’t care just now. 

He traces his fingers up Yeonjun’s neck, pulling away to kiss the side of his jaw and nuzzle against his throat. It takes all of his effort to exhale without moaning. 

“You smell so good,” he whispers below his chin, silent so Yeonjun can’t hear. He presses soft, careful kisses from Yeonjun’s collarbone to his ear, eyes nearly rolling back in his head at how sweet, how warm, how… how what?

He can’t figure out what this feeling is. Like he wants to devour him but he knows he doesn’t want a mouthful of blood. He pulls away to look at Yeonjun, like maybe some answers would be there when he looks back. 

It doesn’t work. Yeonjun’s eyes are heavy with bliss, giving him a half smile and cupping the sides of his waist. There’s no answers to find, only the deeper urge to kiss him again. 

So easy to lose himself in the pleasure, in the buzz that crawls up his neck at every kiss, deeper, wetter than the last. The music booms around them, somehow insulating every sensation. He feels nothing but the dig of Yeonjun's fingers, the rhythm of his mouth, the elusive slip of his tongue that makes him kiss harder to chase after it. Soobin’s fang catches on the inside of his lip and a soft yelp escapes Yeonjun’s throat. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I- I don’t… right now I… not wearing my caps…” he trails off, watching the blood smear across Yeonjun’s tongue when he pokes his tongue at the cut.

He exhales through a shiver, thud of his heart loud behind his ears. His muscles clench as he fights an unnameable urge, senses and thought overridden, focus zeroed in on the little trickle of blood. “Left them at home, I…” 

“I don’t…” 

He crushes his mouth back to Yeonjun’s, pressing him into the wall. He can taste the tang of blood and... he doesn’t hate it? 

He really doesn’t hate it. His tongue darts out to lick at Yeonjun’s bleeding lip and he whimpers.  Nearly dizzy, he pauses, forehead falling to Yeonjun’s. It’s only a second before their mouths meet again. Before he can stop himself, he’s licking again at the tiny cut, a whine when Yeonjun’s tongue meets his. 

He knows he’s shaking. Embarrassing, a vampire trembling at the tiniest bit of blood, but it’s been years since he’s had fresh blood in his mouth, his body can’t help but react. 

But, it’s been since never that he’s had blood on his tongue and liked it. Reeling like he’s drunk, he feels like a box of matches set fire, every inch of his skin hyper-alive. 

Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

He cups Yeonjun’s face in his hands and kisses him harder, giving into the urge to suck his bottom lip into his mouth. 

He groans, melting into the sensation, but when he sucks harder, his fang pokes through Yeonjun’s lip again. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers, even as he licks at the fresh puncture, fingers coming up to trace over where their lips meet. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Yeonjun smiles. 

All he can do is blink back, all he can do is fall into him again for another taste. It’s the scariest thing in the world. Yeonjun tastes good. He’s the only one who tastes good. After tonight, he’s going to crave the taste of blood, but it’ll be Yeonjun he’s craving. And what then? What if it never stops? 

Soobin grasps him by the shoulders and pins him to the wall as if holding back an attack. Bewildered at his sudden look of fear, Yeonjun licks at his lip and reaches for his waist. 

“Fuck.” He steps backward. Breath fast and shaky, his subconscious tells him to turn and run. Instinct, however, has him pressing into Yeonjun again. 

It makes relief bloom warm across Yeonjun's face. Mixing with overwhelming want, it does something achy in his chest. He cups Yeonjun’s face in his hands and kisses him again, noses crushing together as they chase after deeper, deeper, Yeonjun’s tongue velvet against his. 

Yeonjun pushes off the wall and tugs him into the little empty room beside them, fumbling to slide the door shut. A flimsy, empty table topples when they stumble past the couch, feet hitting the pile of oversized pillows in the corner. Soobin drags him down, groaning when Yeonjun crawls over him to settle in his lap. He can’t seem to stop kissing him for a second, making fresh pinpricks of blood every time he sucks Yeonjun’s lip into his mouth. 

He whimpers and sucks harder, just barely enough to taste, just enough to have his whole body aching for more. With a gasp, he pulls away and buries his face in Yeonjun’s shoulder, nuzzling at his collarbone as he tries to stop shaking. He realizes his hands are clutched around Yeonjun’s ass and he wonders how long he’s been doing that. 

Yeonjun dips down and kisses the side of his neck, warm pecks as far as he can reach down the back of his shoulder. With a hazy smile, he gently lifts Soobin’s head and kisses his cheek and jaw. He giggles when he looks down to see little spots of blood where he’d kissed him and wipes it away with his thumb. 

Soobin catches his hand and licks at the smear of blood, hums in bliss and sucks his thumb into his mouth. On purpose, probably, Yeonjun grazes across one of his fangs, watching in satisfaction when Soobin’s eyes roll back in his head at the fresh flow of blood and sucks harder. 

One hand on Yeonjun’s ass, the other shoved up his shirt, he feels like he’s on the dragging incline of a roller coaster. Yeonjun kisses at Soobin’s lips around his thumb, their tongues meeting around the taste of blood, shocks shooting down to ache at the base of his spine. 

“Taste good?” 

He whimpers in response and drags one long lick across the pad of his thumb, forcing himself to look up at Yeonjun with heavy eyes. 

Yeonjun smiles and scoots further into his lap, dragging his thumb down Soobin’s lip. “Thought you didn’t like blood?” 

“I don’t.” He grasps Yeonjun’s wrist to suck at the blood beading up on his thumb, eyes shutting with a contented sigh. His phone vibrates in his pocket but it hardly even registers. Just now, he couldn’t care about anything less. 

He scoops Yeonjun up and tosses him to the pillows, kneeling around his leg. Trying to catch his breath, his gaze travels over Yeonjun’s body. His tank top is twisted up, exposing one side of his chest and ribs, tiny silver chains webbed over his warm skin. 

Soobin drags his shirt up to get a full look at them. “God,” he mutters, breathless still. He squeezes Yeonjun’s waist, silver metal biting between their skin. Tracing the chain that leads up his chest, he ignores his phone vibrating again and dips down to kiss at his stomach, soft skin and metal beneath his tongue. 

Teeth bared, he noses below Yeonjun’s ribs, hesitation as he fights against the urge that’s supposed to be natural but feels so foreign. His heart pounds, desire buzzes along his spine as he drags his tongue over soft, soft skin. Yeonjun squirms beneath him, combing through Soobin’s hair and pressing him into his belly. 

Just a little, just enough, he nips beside Yeonjun’s belly button, laving at the bit of blood that wells up. Yeonjun hums in pleasure, leg falling open when Soobin squeezes at his thigh. 

“You can bite me for real, you know.” Yeonjun laughs softly, watching him knick a little cut above the first one. 

For a second, he really considers it. It scares him enough to sit up. Eyes big, lips smudged in red, he stares down at Yeonjun. He shakes his head quickly. 

“That’s okay too,” he says, soft like he’s afraid of scaring off a stray cat, tugging Soobin back down to kiss him hard. 

Chests pressed together, Soobin sighs against his mouth when Yeonjun’s hands travel up the back of his shirt, nails dragging down his skin. The trembles have subsided but he still feels shaky, body and head hazy and over-warm like afternoon in August. Yeonjun’s kisses are so addictive, his scent, the shape of his body beneath him, eyes shifting from self assured to a something a little more lost, a little desperate when Soobin’s fingers drag over his nipple. 

Soobin kisses his cheek, mouths across the edge of his jaw, nuzzling hard at his neck with a whimper. His phone rings again and it makes Yeonjun jump and laugh a little. 

He ignores it, trying to quiet his groan into Yeonjun’s shoulder when Yeonjun slides his hand down his pants and squeezes his ass. 

Gasps between kisses, tiny whimpers when he sucks at Yeonjun’s bottom lip again, pure pleasure of his plush lips and the peculiar hunger for the trickle of blood on his tongue. Their tongues meet, Yeonjun’s fingers dig into the flesh of his ass, kisses becoming so wide and wet he feels like he might start shaking again. He drags his hand down Yeonjun’s side to squeeze at his waist, and back up to graze his thumb across his nipple again. 

His phone vibrates between them again, making both of them jump this time. Yeonjun laughs but their mouths are back together in an instant, Soobin curling his fingers through his pink hair. 

“For fucks sake,” he mutters when his phone rings again immediately after it stopped. 

He leans up and digs it out of his pocket, sitting up to answer. “Yes, can I help you,” he all but hisses. Yeonjun giggles beneath him, hands traveling up his thighs. 

Beomgyu sounds genuinely worried, which softens Soobin’s anger. “Where are you?? We’re leaving but I couldn’t find you anywhere. Did you take an uber home or something?” 

“No I’m-” Staring down at Yeonjun, hair a mess, eyes heavy with lust, body glimmering in lines of silver, mouth smeared in blood, his body lurches in desire. Wants to taste him again, even as he licks a bit of his blood from the corner of his mouth. He really doesn’t want to tell Beomgyu about this.  

“I’m just- went to Denny’s,” he blurts out, grinning despite himself when Yeonjun tips his head back to laugh silent to the ceiling. 

“Denny’s??” Beomgyu laughs. “Why were you ignoring me asshole, I called you like five times.” 

“Sorry, it- I was, eating pancakes and my phone fell under the table and so I didn’t- but the waitress noticed it and-” 

Yeonjun claps a hand over his mouth to quiet his giggles, yelping when Soobin can’t help but grin and pinch his side. 

“Anyway I’ll be home in a little bit okay? Sorry I didn’t- yeah. Bye!” He hangs up and deflates, giggling into his hands, Yeonjun finally free to laugh loud. 

He leans up on his elbows and smiles at Soobin, licking at the corner of his mouth. “Am I pancakes, then?” 

Shy now that he’s snapped out of his weird hunger trance, Soobin makes a face halfway between a smile and a pout and looks away, but there’s nowhere to look. Yeonjun all beneath him, pillows mussed from what they had just been doing. His scent is thick all around him anyway, making Soobin’s eyes flutter shut when he inhales deep. 

Sweet as pancakes for sure, he thinks, but does not say. 

Yeonjun sits up and rubs his nose to Soobin’s, biting playfully at his cheek. “One more kiss before you go?” 

Soobin looks up at him, heart still drumming up into his throat as Yeonjun crawls closer. "Yeah. Yeah one... one more..." 

Or two, or three. He loses count by the time Yeonjun pulls away and murmurs goodnight. 

 

Despite trying to calm his jiggling legs, his knees knock together under the desk within seconds. He feels like he’s gleaming with electric lust after everything they did the night before, giddy and fighting not to get hard when he recalls it all. 

But in equal measure, he cringes, remembering how he trembled just from a tiny taste, licking at Yeonjun like a dog, so totally gone just from kissing him. Yeonjun, who has been with who knows how many vampires, vampires who didn’t act like they were too stupid to figure out how to properly drink his blood, or like it was their first time making out with someone. 

It wasn’t, but there was no way to inform Yeonjun that he had in fact made out with other people and still preserve his last shred of dignity. 

Maybe Yeonjun will just take it as a compliment? He buries his face in his hands and tries not to yell. 

Fiddling his pencil between his fingers, he jumps a little when the chair beside him is pulled out. 

“Oh hey.” He tries to look relaxed and gives Yeonjun a little smile. 

“Oh hey,” Yeonjun giggles back, sliding into the chair and dropping his backpack. He turns to Soobin, eyes still glittering in a smile, knowing he’s making him shyer the longer he stares. 

Trying to think of anything to say, he nods at the mask Yeonjun is wearing. “Did you catch a cold or something?” 

A short laugh, Yeonjun shakes his head. He pulls his mask down, revealing his bottom lip bitten up and bruised, splotched red and purple. 

Stunned, all he can get out is a hushed “oh-” 

“Kiss it make it better,” he deadpans, pouting out his abused bottom lip. Eyes full of amusement when Soobin looks more even surprised than before. 

“Okay class!” The professor’s voice cuts through the din of conversations and notebooks being slapped to desks. 

He’s not sure how he does it. Quick, stealthy, Soobin pecks a kiss to Yeonjun’s lips and turns to the front of the class, trying not to grin at Yeonjun’s surprise, covered up quickly with his mask. 

The lecture drones on and he can barely even feign attention. Yeonjun’s hair is fading to a pretty pastel pink, he notices when he pretends to look out the window. Now that it's a bit shorter, Yeonjun's usual ponytail is messier, bottom layers escaping the hair tie. There's no good reason but he's smitten by the detail. It’s taking a lot of energy not to bury his face in Yeonjun’s neck and breath him in, and it’s not helping that the cream cardigan Yeonjun is wearing over nothing seems designed not to stay on his shoulder. He’s distracted all lecture, leg jiggling wildly until Yeonjun clamps his hand around his thigh and snickers. 

“Sorry,” he mutters. 

Scribbling notes, he squeezes above Soobin’s knee in response. And keeps his hand there. 

He doesn’t know how he makes it through the next 40 minutes. Not a bit of science entered his brain, of that he’s sure. Yeonjun’s fingers curled around the inside of his thigh, thumbing absently and playing with the seam of his pants as he listened to the lecture, leaning forward now and then to rest his cheek on his palm, exposing the curve of his neck down to his half-bare shoulder. 

“Sorry about your lip,” he says shyly as everyone rises and packs up their books, noisy once again. 

Yeonjun’s eyes glitter above his mask. “Lips just… bruise easy. It doesn’t hurt, you know. Part of the whole vampire deal.” 

“Yes, I know,” he says in exasperation. “I paid attention in 6th grade health class.” 

Uncomfortable though, the notion that last night he’d probably acted exactly like a 6th grade vampire that slept through every health class there was. “Still, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I mean, I just-” 

He frowns at the desk. How is he supposed to finish that sentence. Sorry, I just got carried away having the most erotic experience of my life. Sorry, I’ve never wanted anyone as bad as I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone else at all. 

Humiliating. Yeonjun who knows firsthand what a feeding vampire should act like, probably thinks he’s an embarrassment. A horny, inexperienced embarrassment. Cute in a pathetic way, at best. 

“Yeah. It won’t happen again,” he says, firm and soft, remembering to tear his gaze from Yeonjun’s pretty neck when he says it. 

“Why not? Do I look like I don’t want it to happen again?” Yeonjun throws his bag over a shoulder and steps closer. He tilts his head in thought, searching Soobin’s face. “Or, if it’s that you don’t want it to…” 

He shakes his head, rushing to correct that notion. “No! No, I… just that, I mean I know that you could- that you-” he stops himself, hating to sound self-deprecating.  

“That I could what?” 

He refuses to say what he’s thinking: why me? Why me, when Yeonjun looks like that, Yeonjun who clearly wants to be with vampires, and me who doesn’t even count as one by everyone else’s definition. 

“I just- am I even your type?” he says on a nervous chuckle. The most delicate way he could think to word it. 

Yeonjun laughs and pretends to consider. “Hmm, Hot? Cute? Nice? Funny? Yeah, you’re my type.” 

The smile on his face refuses to be wrestled down. “I’m not…” he says softly. 

“Are,” Yeonjun insists, jabbing a finger into his stomach. He watches Soobin stand there struggling to form words for a moment, beaming from the compliment but too shy to admit it. “Yeah. Really fucking cute,” he says, more to himself than anyone. 

 

 

Chapter 3

A text lights up Soobin's phone. 

 

Hey, did you take my biology notebook by accident? I can’t find it anywhere 

 

A big silly grin takes over Soobin's face. Yeonjun.

I’ll go check! What does it look like

It’s green and also, you know. Not yours 

 

Soobin trots over to his backpack, untouched since yesterday despite his three assignments due. He snorts, sure enough, tucked between his biology textbook and folder, a green notebook. 

 

Yep, it’s here

Could you bring it over? If you don’t live too far 

I need it for the assignment due Wednesday, it has all those worksheets we filled out 

 

His heart does a dumb flutter and he tosses his phone like it was suddenly on fire. A glance around the room like maybe there was a hidden camera. 

Yeah sure, I can bring it over, where do you live?

 

He pulls into the little parking lot the GPS brought him to and exhales slowly. He tries to school his face into something casual to hide the fact that he’d been aching to see Yeonjun again for days. Thanks to a holiday, there was no class last Friday, so it’s been five whole days since Yeonjun as good as said he likes him after class. Called him cute. Said he wanted to kiss him again. 

Soobin squishes his smiling cheeks down and clears his throat, turning off the engine and taking a deep breath before he heads for Yeonjun’s door. 

“Hey.” Yeonjun smiles and steps back to let him in. 

For a second, Soobin is too stunned to move. 

He’s so cute. He’d thought about him all day for the last five days, and yet still it feels like he forgot how cute he is, messy pink ponytail and a massive white t-shirt, yellow shorts that hit mid thigh and slouchy white socks.  

“Hey,” he echoes. “I- um. Your notebook,” he pats his backpack, staring still. 

Yeonjun bites back a laugh. “Yeah. Hey, come look at this, did you do the homework yet? I can’t figure out this one question.”

He waves Soobin inside and grumbles about the teacher assigning 35 homework problems and the stupid online system. 

It’s a little apartment, unremarkable and cheap. But it smells like Yeonjun in every inch and corner. With a contented sigh, Soobin breathes deep and follows Yeonjun to the bedroom, his laptop and textbooks spread haphazard across the bed. 

“Look, this problem here. Number… 16.” Yeonjun crawls onto his bed and grabs the laptop, patting at the mattress beside him. 

Soobin can’t hear a word he’s saying. In here, on top of Yeonjun’s blankets, his scent is so much stronger. He can taste it on his tongue when he breathes in. Blood whooshes past his ears, the air goes both fuzzy and hyper-sharp when he traces his eyes over the curves of Yeonjun’s shoulder and nose, the twitch of his eyebrows, the pout of frustration at the biology question. 

“So like, which one is it supposed to be? A or D?” 

Soobin blinks, surprised when Yeonjun is turning to look back at him.

“What?” he says finally, too overwhelmed to even pretend he was listening. 

The frown of concentration on Yeonjun’s face melts to a smile entirely too knowing for Soobin’s comfort.

“Did you even hear a word I said?” He laughs softly, watching Soobin tear his eyes from Yeonjun’s lips. 

“Sorry, I just- it just, smells like you so much in here,” he admits on a heavy sigh, too stupefied to make up an excuse. 

“Oh yeah? And?” 

“And- and you just. You smell so good. You… you smell so good.” 

The grin on Yeonjun’s face stretches wider. He slaps the laptop shut and turns toward him on the bed. “And?” 

He wasn’t expecting another ‘and’. His chest struggles to stay even, eyes blinking to clear the fuzz that won’t clear. Yeonjun is the only thing that stays in focus, warm, radiating, so gorgeous. 

“And you- and, um,” 

He shakes his head again, opens his mouth to speak but reconsiders. His ears are reddening by the second, trying to think of anything to say. “Just that- you know, just that like… no but, that’s not the point,” he mutters to himself.  

“What’s not the-” 

“Why do you taste so good?” he blurts out, near a whisper. The question that has been haunting him, that he’s had no one to talk to about. 

Yeonjun bites at his smiling lips. “Do I?”

He hums when Soobin nods and sets his lips firm so no other words can escape. Yeonjun leans into him, hand sliding up his thigh. It sends a surge of relief through him so potent and primal that it scares him. 

Terrifying that anyone can give him that. “No one else tastes good,” he whispers, finally looking away. “No one else tastes good and I don’t- I don’t know what to do.”

Yeonjun cups a cheek in his hand, studying the vulnerability on his face. He crawls closer, settling in Soobin’s lap and smiling when the closeness nearly has Soobin panting. 

“Why not just taste?” he giggles, nuzzling at Soobin’s jaw. 

“What if I’m not good at it,” he blurts out, too deep in the scent and sight and feel of Yeonjun all around him to pout when he giggles. 

Mouthing at Soobin’s neck, he pulls Soobin’s hands up to his waist. “Not good at it how? All you have to do is bite, and taste.” He nips at Soobin’s throat in emphasis, dark eyes up at him. 

He kisses up to his jaw, across his cheek, to each side of his temples. Gently, he tucks Soobin’s face into his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. 

A low hum when Soobin breathes deep and whimpers, dragging his lips softly across Yeonjun’s throat. 

“You can have me however you want me,” he murmurs. “Soobin, any way you want.” 

With a groan, Soobin mouths and laves at his skin, hand gripping harder at his waist, sliding down to knead at his hips. 

The dull drag of teeth against his neck makes Yeonjun jolt. A little giggle escapes him as he pulls away and takes hold of Soobin’s chin. He lifts the corner of Soobin’s top lip with his thumb and taps at the bottom of a dulled fang. 

“You have your caps on?”

“Oh,” Soobin pokes at it with his tongue and gives a sheepish laugh. “Yeah, I put them on before I- yeah.” 

Yeonjun hums. “And now why would you do that? Did you think you were maybe going to be kissing somebody when you came over here?” he teases. 

He nuzzles beneath Yeonjun’s jaw and breathes him in, too befuddled to answer for a moment. “And I’m sure your… your notebook just happened to end up in my bag, right? Just happened to… need me to bring it to you at 11 p.m…” 

Yeonjun gasps in fake shock and flicks his ear. “It did just happen to end up in your bag. And I just happened to… to really want to see you…” he trails off in another gasp when Soobin sucks at his skin, fingers digging into his ass. 

He cradles the back of Soobin’s neck, scooting impossibly closer to wrap his legs around his hips. “Soobin I really… really want you…” 

A whimper, Soobin holds him tighter, hand sliding up the back of his t-shirt. His head is slow and silty, nerve endings twinging with every touch and sound. Yeonjun so soft pressed up against him, squirming when Soobin sucks above his collarbone. 

Another inhale and Soobin’s eyes roll back in his head, a deep groan as he cups Yeonjun’s neck and presses it into his nose. It’s like someone bottled up an orgasm and distilled it into liquor, electric and hazy in every bit of his body. 

“I… I wanna try,” he gasps, dulled fangs scraping over the curve of his shoulder. 

Yeonjun just whimpers in response, smile blissful up to the ceiling. “Go ahead.” 

“But what if I don’t like it?” he whispers, stilling. 

Blinking slowly, Yeonjun cups his cheek and studies the apprehension on his face. A shrug. “Then you don’t like it.” 

“But… But- yeah.” 

He can’t quite remember what it is that he’s so afraid of. It’s so simple. He wants Yeonjun so bad, Yeonjun in his lap, Yeonjun all around him, gorgeous, sweet, warm. He wants him. He wants him. 

Seeing Soobin frozen in indecision, Yeonjun pulls his t-shirt off and grins when Soobin groans at the sight of so much bare skin. 

“Take your caps off.” 

“Okay.” A shaky exhale, hands trailing down Yeonjun’s chest to grip his waist. “Okay.” 

Twisting gently, he pops off the fang caps and sets them on the shelf beside Yeonjun’s bed. He holds Yeonjun tight in his lap and studies him, trying to summon up the courage or distract himself enough to not need the courage. 

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, tracing his fingertips from Yeonjun’s cheekbones to his plush lips to his kiss-abused neck to rest lightly on his chest. 

Yeonjun hums, beaming at the compliment. He leans in slowly, brushing his nose against Soobin’s and pressing a long kiss to his jaw before resting his forehead against his, smiling against his lips, waiting to see if Soobin will kiss him, or bite him.

Is this really what I want to do? Is it just the challenge to see if I can actually do it?  

He feels like he’s peeking over the edge of a cliff. Eyes shut, Soobin exhales and then breathes him in. He groans at the scent, mouth watering. The truth is there, plain as day. It’s not that he wants to be brave enough to suck blood, it’s that he wants Yeonjun. His taste, his scent, his pretty smile, his stupid jokes, his blunt kindness. 

“You’re so… pretty,” he repeats, words hard to form just now. “So… Even if you didn’t have blood, I would-”

Laughter from Yeonjun interrupts him. “If I didn’t have blood?” 

“You know what I mean. Shut up,” he giggles when Yeonjun just laughs more.

He pecks Yeonjun square on the lips and watches his face shift from a giggle to a low whine when he rolls his thumbs over Yeonjun’s hard nipples. 

“I really… I want you,” Soobin sighs. “You’re so…” 

“Then have me,” he whines, shuddering a sigh of pleasure. 

It becomes consuming in the best way, rolling and pinching and watching the pleasure mounting in Yeonjun's body. At first he does it to distract himself, to convince himself that he’s not just biting Yeonjun, he’s... enjoying Yeonjun. And then, it becomes true, lost in the way Yeonjun’s body squirms against his, airy moans to the ceiling, lip bitten between his teeth. 

Pulling Yeonjun’s face back down to his, he kisses him, groaning softly when he feels the hardness in Yeonjun’s yellow shorts press up against his stomach. Arm wrapped around Yeonjun’s waist, he presses him in closer and revels in the whimper against his mouth. 

Arousal heightens Yeonjun’s scent, dizzying, a heat rash of hunger down Soobin’s spine. He presses the small of Yeonjun’s back closer still, and Yeonjun tips his head back to gasp weakly when it rubs his cock between them again. 

Mouth watering, Soobin drags his lips across Yeonjun’s neck, nervous but shaking with want. 

He’s done this before, only twice. So long ago, but the aversion afterwards has defined his life. Like dipping a toe into a pool, he licks gently at Yeonjun’s pulse point, and before he has a chance to think, he sinks his fangs into Yeonjun’s neck. 

A shaky groan escapes Yeonjun’s lips as he swoons into Soobin’s hold, fingers gently cupping the back of Soobin’s head. It flushes goosebumps down Soobin’s back the way Yeonjun’s skin gave so easily to his sharp teeth, resisting until they pushed through with a gentle pop like ripe fruit. 

Blood fills Soobin’s mouth. For a second, his body goes rigid, an automatic reaction of panic or disgust. It's warm, coating his tongue in weird, metallic sweetness. He hastily swallows it down and, to his surprise, lets Yeonjun’s blood fill his mouth again. He doesn’t like it but he likes it, satisfied beyond words to be filled with Yeonjun’s scent and taste like this. Finally, finally, after weeks of it drawing him in and never quite being enough. 

He forgets to think. He forgets what time is. He realizes he’s shaking violently when Yeonjun pets soothing circles between his shoulder blades. It’s the languid satisfaction of post-orgasm, it’s the fit-to-burst jitters of five shots of espresso. 

The texture of a mouth full of blood remains unpleasant if he had the ability to think and notice it. To be objective. The taste, however, is divine. Is Yeonjun. He craves it voraciously after every swallow, reveling in satisfaction with every new flooding mouthful. 

Soobin hums low against his skin and grips his waist tight when Yeonjun grinds against his stomach, and he realizes his own erection is pressed up against Yeonjun’s ass. Holding him tighter in his lap, he thrusts up slowly in search of more friction. 

“Mm- Soobin,” Yeonjun exhales in a whisper. He grinds his hips down against him in slow circles, massaging over his cock, only barely enough contact to make him lose his mind. 

Head thick, dizzy, he feels like he’s tumbling and surging out of his body, shuddering hard with every exhale. Yeonjun continues the slow motion of his hips, fingers petting at the nape of his neck. 

For a moment, it all feels so good he almost panics. His body doesn’t feel like his own, not the same body he’s lived in day in and day out. He pulls away to catch a full breath, close to hyperventilating as his heart pounds and his head tries to slip sideways out of his body. 

Sensing his overwhelm, Yeonjun cradles his head in his hands to get a good look at him. “Is it good?” 

He asks the question softly, such warmth in his voice. 

“You’re so… sweet,” Soobin sighs, eyes darting wildly. “I feel so- almost too good, I- everything is-” 

A trickle of red catches his eye. “Shit, sorry.” 

Soobin dips down to lick the trickle of blood from his chest, following it up Yeonjun’s collarbone to the little punctures that haven’t closed up yet. He intended to mouth away the blood until it stopped, but the taste of him is so hard to resist.

He bites down again, groaning loud at the fresh rush of blood. Too much strength pooling in his muscles, too much energy pumping through his heart, his head, every inch of his body quivering. He groans in pleasure and panic as colors pop and bloom in the corners of his eyes, staring wildly around the room behind Yeonjun’s shoulder. 

He shuts his eyes tight and drinks Yeonjun down but the colors are still there, rainbow flashes in the dark of his eyelids. His fists clench against Yeonjun’s back and he realizes he can’t hear anything over the whooshing behind his eardrums. 

Is it possible to implode? I’m gonna implode.  

Irrational, but there’s no other way to explain the feeling. He doesn’t want to stop sucking on Yeonjun’s neck but if he doesn’t move, doesn’t- doesn’t- do something, surely his body will rip itself apart. 

Before he remembers deciding to do it, he scoops Yeonjun up and cages him up against the wall, licking the trickle of blood from his throat and grinding their hips together, over and over. 

Clinging to Soobin, Yeonjun pants and whimpers on a gentle rhythm against his hair. A loud moan when Soobin’s hips buck hard against his. Soobin pulls away and sets him on the ground, hardly letting him find his footing before he’s tugging Yeonjun’s shorts off and falling to his knees. 

He nuzzles at the crease of Yeonjun’s hip and wraps a shaky hand around his cock. 

“Caps. Caps,” Yeonjun gasps as he watches Soobin lick up his length, giving him a weak smile when understanding finally centers in Soobin’s eyes. 

His stupid shaky hands fumble the fang caps to Yeonjun’s bed when he pulls them off the shelf, but he twists them on and turns back to Yeonjun, who’s laughing softly. 

His skin is lit warm from lamplight, strong and lithe and naked from head to toe, cotton candy hair a messy halo, smirking at him with heavy eyes.

Soobin clutches his reeling head, toes curling against the over-surge of strength in his body. “You’re so fucking hot,” he sighs. “I’ve never…” 

A shrug, unsure what words he’s trying to form. “Not anyone. I feel like I’m…”  

Yeonjun smiles and bites his lip, hand sliding down his stomach to grip his cock. 

With a whine, Soobin kneels in front of him again and slides his mouth down to the base of Yeonjun’s length, growling when it makes Yeonjun squirm and choke back a sound. 

He reaches up and pins Yeonjun to the wall, one hand to his chest, the other digging into the top of his thigh. 

“Fuck-” Yeonjun gasps, gripping Soobin’s hair as he takes Yeonjun’s cock in one deep swallow, pulls all the way off and sinks down again, groaning when his leaking cock hits the back of his throat. 

Yeonjun’s fingers twist through his hair, whining and clawing at the wall when Soobin doesn’t stop for a second, sucking his cock with as much fervor and need as he did his blood moments before.  He can feel Yeonjun’s cock throb, uneven shudders rising and falling in his chest, and he doesn’t stop, tongue massaging beneath the head before sinking his mouth down around him again, and again.

"Soobin, Soobin, I- fuck that's good, god, your mouth is so fucking good, I-" A shivery groan of satisfaction and come fills Soobin's mouth. He swallows it down and doesn’t stop. 

Oversensitive and weak, Yeonjun tries to squirm away but Soobin has him so firmly pinned to the wall. Soobin doesn’t stop until Yeonjun’s shaking, throat raw from whimpering, sweat gleaming on his chest. 

“Fuck. Fuck,” he pants, swooning weakly when Soobin releases him from the wall. 

A giggle rises up his throat when Soobin immediately picks him up again and tosses him to the bed. He crawls up around him and pins his wrists to the mattress up beside his head, kissing Yeonjun with a deep hum like he missed him desperately in the two seconds their bodies weren’t connected. 

“Wanna fuck my thighs?” 

Soobin whimpers in surprise, amazed at Yeonjun’s ability to say so explicitly what he wants. He nods and sits back, letting Yeonjun pull his shirt up over his head and unbutton his jeans. As Soobin stands to pull them off, Yeonjun rolls over onto his stomach and reaches for a bottle of lube in the nightstand. 

He groans at the sight of Yeonjun’s ass, round and firm. Wanting to memorize the sight, he blinks furiously to clear the pixels of light still blooming in his vision. He falls back to kneeling around Yeonjun’s legs and grips his ass hard, accepting the bottle of lube handed to him, entranced by the wet glaze dribbling over Yeonjun’s ass and thighs. 

Yeonjun twists to watch Soobin slick up his length and bites his lips, arousal shimmering in his heavy, sated eyes. He clasps his ankles together and squeezes his thighs tight, rocking his ass back and forth a little to tease him. 

As if Soobin needed the goading. He pushes his cock into the wet tightness between Yeonjun’s legs. It’s a relief to snap his hips hard against Yeonjun’s body, the frenzy of energy finding some way to release itself, centering in his gut now instead of rushing through every vein. 

Little breathy yelps in Yeonjun’s pretty voice with every smack of his hips. “Your cock feels so fucking good. So big,” he sighs, tipping his face up to the wall. 

Soobin’s head has found new lightness. A tingle swells invisible through him in waves, like a day spent on a boat lingering at night. Each swell brings with it pops of light in the corners of his eyes, a tickly burn across his arms and legs. Euphoria, dizzying. The blood high he’d always heard about and never felt. The blood high, and the bliss of grinding his cock against Yeonjun’s thighs, of filthy encouragement in Yeonjun’s raspy voice.

“Yeah, fuck me good,” Yeonjun groans, head tipping back to watch him come, a smirk playing at his lips as Soobin’s hips stutter in orgasm. 

“Keep going, I know you wanna come again,” Yeonjun tips his ass up into Soobin a little more.

He’s right. Soobin came but his cock is still hard, hips still snapping against Yeonjun’s ass as he slides between his sticky wet thighs. 

Hands shaky with overwhelm and the weird strength pulsing through his body, he drags Yeonjun’s hips up until he’s on his knees, face buried in the sheets, lube-slicked ass in the air. 

Yeonjun hums a low, rich sound, crossing his ankles and pressing his thighs together again for Soobin to pound into. It feels so good, tight and soft, his cock rubbing up behind Yeonjun’s balls in a way that makes Yeonjun whimper and squirm beneath him. 

His cock can hardly take it, so overstimulated and yet still craving the burst of orgasm, every muscle in his body flooded with warmth but taut with tension. 

“Yeonjun,” he pleads, not sure what he’s even asking for. 

“You made me hard again,” Yeonjun pouts in reply, a smile in his eyes as he raises to his hands and looks back into Soobin’s eyes, slamming his hips back to meet Soobin’s thrusts. 

He groans a helpless, hungry sound, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of Yeonjun’s ass. He leans forward to press kisses to Yeonjun’s shoulders, anywhere he can reach, panting against his skin. 

“Fuck,” Yeonjun gasps when Soobin reaches around to take his length in his hand. “Fuck,” in a low helpless whine, Soobin jerking him off to the same relentless rhythm of his hips. 

His body shudders beneath Soobin as he comes again, a long wail suppressed between gritted teeth as Soobin’s hips slap against his ass, cock dragging against his slick warm thighs. And then Soobin’s pace stutters, erratic and jerky, and he comes hard, cock painting the sheets under Yeonjun’s belly. 

The heat in his gut settles a little, satisfied, but the blood high coursing through him doesn’t. The euphoria of having Yeonjun doesn’t. Yeonjun flops to his side in exhaustion, and Soobin rolls him over to kiss his stomach, enamored with his weak giggles and the flutter of muscles under his mouth when he finds a ticklish spot. 

He makes his way down to Yeonjun’s softening cock, giving it a tentative lick. He grins when Yeonjun yelps, eyes closed in bliss at the taste of him, at his sweet scent sticky hot on his tongue and in his nose. Carried away on it, he sucks one of Yeonjun’s balls into his mouth, and then the other, tongue running all over his skin, barely registering Yeonjun’s body shuddering and squirming beneath him. 

“Soobin- I- Soobin, I can’t take anymore,” he laughs weakly, gasping and trembling when Soobin digs his tongue against the base of his length. “Soobin,” he tugs on Soobin’s hair a little. 

“Hm? Oh. Sorry,” he grins, self conscious a bit now. “Sorry,” he repeats, scrambling to let Yeonjun sit up. 

He does, but he’s smiling at Soobin, tugging him back by the chin to kiss him. That same sugary high swirls through him again when their lips meet, warm and wet. 

To his amazement, Yeonjun looks starry-eyed too when they pull apart. He knows regular humans get something out of being fed on by vampires too, but Yeonjun looks so blissful, so dreamy and fond looking at him that he can hardly believe it. 

Yeonjun smiles and brushes sweaty strands hair from Soobin’s forehead, eyes blinking slow and heavy. 

“How was it?” he whispers. 

Soobin exhales hard, not sure where to even start answering the question. “So fucking… you’re so.. hot, so fucking hot, I- how can you feel so good?”

A grin threatens to break Yeonjun’s face. “I meant the blood sucking part?” 

“Oh right.” 

“Come back here,” Yeonjun laughs, refusing to let him hide his embarrassed face. “Stop pouting.” 

“I’m not,” Soobin pouts, and knows it, and can’t quite fight the smile off his own face. “It was… I’ve never felt like that before. I’ve literally never…” he trails off, shy. “I’ve literally never felt that good before in my life. The blood sucking part and the- all of it. You. Just- you.” 

Yeonjun can’t control his satisfaction at that, wiggling a little with a stupid, smug grin on his face.

“Good,” is all he manages to get out, somehow shy and brazen all at once. 

They take turns showering and replace the sheets together, crawling under the blankets and sighing in exhaustion. Soobin is delirious and giddy, the blood high making him feel stretched thin and woozy as a hot summer day, and at the same time like he could fight a bear and win. And then he’s tired from all that exertion, and then he’s reeling from everything he just did with Yeonjun, actually really did instead of just daydreaming about. 

A warm giggle in the dark as Yeonjun cuddles up against him and gives him a squeeze, a leg and arm tossed across his body. Exhilarated, he's sure sleep won't come for him, but consciousness drifts away in mere minutes. 

 

They wake up late in the morning, twined together in the blankets, Soobin’s face buried in Yeonjun’s neck. 

“Mm,” he grumbles, half asleep still. “Smell so good.” 

Yeonjun giggles and stretches long, pressing a kiss to his forehead and wiggling closer for Soobin to breathe him in. For a moment they lay there, Yeonjun's fingers scrunching softly in his hair, letting him bask in his scent. 

By the time they make their way to the kitchen and pour bowls of cereal, Soobin manages to feel self conscious again.

Maybe there’s no reason for it, he tries to tell himself. Yeonjun had barely stopped smiling since they woke up, but there’s a nagging little voice in Soobin’s head suggesting that maybe Yeonjun just thinks he’s cute. In the embarrassing way, somehow. In the pathetic way.

He searches his memories of last night, cringing at how shaky he had been, fumbling and unpracticed, at how he had hesitated, and let Yeonjun’s blood spill, and what if he drank too much and Yeonjun couldn’t tell him, what if he was too much, what if he was too clumsy and Yeonjun was just entertained with how pathetic a vampire could be. 

“I’m sorry for- for last night. For- how I was,” he blurts out. 

The smile on Yeonjun’s face falters. He carefully spoons a bite of cereal before asking, “Why?”

“Because I was probably- I dunno. Probably not very- not- good at being a vampire,” he says in a rush. It sounds stupid as he says it. He vividly remembers insisting there was no right way of being a vampire and feels dumber still. 

“That’s it?” The smile is back on Yeonjun’s face, fonder now, thoughtful. He takes another bite and shrugs a shoulder. “My favorite vampire I’ve ever met.” 

Soobin can't help smiling at that, though he's not quite convinced. 

After a moment, Yeonjun pauses. He opens his mouth, hesitates. "No one has ever made me feel that good. Vampire or otherwise. No one's ever actually made me come twice." 

He grins when Soobin sputters a little, shy. 

"No one's ever made me feel like this," he says after a moment, quiet and serious. 

Soobin meets his eyes. A swoop in his belly at the vulnerable little words. 

"Me either," he murmurs, shoving in a bite of cereal to keep himself from giggling like an idiot. He wraps his ankles around Yeonjun's under the table. "Not even close." 

 

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