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Blood Moon: Part 1

stray kids vampire fanfic series !!

summary: after a brutal betrayal by a guy she’s in the talking stage with, soojin gets transformed into a vampire by seungmin in order to save her life, and later she finds out her ex (bangchan) has always been a vampire.

genre: romance, vampire fiction, drama

warnings: violence, blood, attempted murder, mature themes, minor angst

disclaimer: this series is based off the main characters pov!

word count: 1.8k

I never thought I'd be here. Here, standing alone in a place I once called home, staring at a reflection that feels more like a stranger's. The city lights outside my window flicker, but it's like they're far away. Too far.

It's been a week since I last saw Bangchan. One week. You'd think I'm by now over it, right? I should be out doing something productive, living my life, feeling. something other than this hollow weight pressing on my chest. But no. I'm here, in my apartment, staring out the window like a cliché, wondering how the hell I got to this point.

It wasn't a dramatic breakup, no screaming matches or throwing things-no, it was worse. The silence. That cold silence that settled between us, making the air thick, like we were both waiting for the other to say something that would make it all okay again. But neither of us did. So, here we are.

I couldn't even bring myself to hate him for it. I wanted to, believe me, I really did. It's easier to hate someone you've loved than to just accept that they're not in your life anymore. But when I think about him, it isn't anger stirring inside. It's a sadness, a sadness I thought I could live without, apparently not.

"Stop it," I mutter to myself, leaning my forehead against the cool glass. "Get over it."

But how do you get over someone who once was everything to you? How can you just simply forget?

I rub my eyes, the sting of unshed tears at bay as I blink. I really can't keep doing this. I really can't keep replaying our time together like some broken record. He's gone, and I'm. well, I'm still here. Trying to figure out what's next.

And speaking of next, I glance at my phone, checking the time. I'm meeting someone tonight. Someone new. Not that it really matters. It's not like I've suddenly forgotten about Bangchan—he's still there, lurking in the back of my mind like an unwanted ghost. But I'm trying. I really am.

The doorbell rings, dragging me out of my thoughts, and I take one last glance at my reflection.

"Here we go," I whisper, pulling open the door to face my new boyfriend-let's call him Jack, because, honestly, I don't think I care enough to remember his real name. He's tall, with dark hair and a smile that's way too eager for my taste. But hey, he's sweet enough. He might just be the distraction I need, even if I'm not really feeling it.

"Hey, Soojin," he says cheerfully, already stepping inside and reaching for me to pull into a hug.

I freeze.

I am not a touchy person, at least with someone who's not. familiar, and Jack - he is just. Jack. I don't know him. He's not Bangchan. And that, I think, is what troubles me most.

I pull away swiftly, flashing a smile his way. "Hey, Jack. What's up?"

"You okay?" His eyes flicker over me, concern etched within them. "You don't look like you're in the best mood."

I can feel my lips twitch upwards in a grin, but not a happy one. "Oh, I'm just peachy," I reply, trying my best to keep the sarcasm out of my tone. "I just woke up from my emo phase, so everything's fine."

He doesn't laugh. Instead, he frowns and steps closer. "Listen, I know things have been tough with your ex, but—"

I raise my hand. "Please don't. Don't attempt to comfort me with 'I know how you feel,' because you don't. You have no idea what it's like to have the one person you loved treat you as if you are suddenly nothing. Believe me, I don't need the pity.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I'm already walking away. The last thing I want is to discuss my ex right now, especially not with someone who's barely made it past the acquaintance phase.

"Let's just go out. Dinner or something," I say, heading toward the door. "I'm starving."

The streets are quiet in a way that seems almost unnatural, for even at this hour the hum of life should linger on. We walk in silence; Jack's behind me by a step, attempting to catch my stride. I don't feel like talking, at least not to him.

We come into an alley, a little place really, where we were supposed to meet up with his friends, but apparently, Jack had something else planned.

"I think we need to talk," he says suddenly, his voice tight.

I stop and turn to face him, raising an eyebrow. "About what? How you're not exactly my type?"

"About us," he presses. "About how you're always so distant. It's like you're not even trying."

I take a deep breath, exhaled it out slowly. "What do you want from me, Jack? You want me to make as if everything's all right here? With-" I indicate between him and me "-this? Because it is not. I can't snap my fingers and forget in one instant. I'm not some doll you fix with a couple of sweet words.

He steps closer, narrowing his eyes. "You're saying this is my fault? You're the one pushing me away, Soojin. You are not even trying."

I take a deep breath, breathing out slowly. "I'm not pushing you away, I'm just. not ready. And I'm not gonna pretend I am. Maybe you should go find someone who actually gives a damn."

His eyes flash with anger, and before I can blink, his hand reaches for something in his jacket pocket. A knife. A small pocketknife, silver and gleaming under the streetlights.

"Jack," I say, my voice trembling, but it's too late. He's already lunging forward, the blade cutting through the air. The pain comes too fast.

I feel the knife go in below my ribs, then my knees give out, and I hit the cold pavement hard. My blood gathers in an almost black pool on the ground beside me, cool and sticky, while lights shine brightly from above. My world spins, begins tilting sideways, as my breath catches, desperate in stopping this flow of blood.

"Please," I whisper, voice nearly silent. "Please don't leave me." But he does.

He leaves me there, his footsteps fading into the night as I'm left alone, dying.

Everything hurts. Every breath is a struggle. My head feels light, my vision blurry. And yet, somehow, through all of this, there's still a small part of me that wonders if I'm ever going to see Bangchan again. I wonder if he would have saved me.

Then, just as I feel the life slipping away, a figure appears. A shadow against the streetlights.

"Hey," a soft voice calls, full of panic. "Hey, are you okay?"

I try to answer, but no sound comes out. The pain is too much, and the darkness is already starting to pull me under.

But then, I feel something cool against my skin. A hand, gentle and sure, lifting me.

"Stay with me," the voice insists. "Please, don't shut your eyes."

I can just vaguely see the face leaning above me, yet-some part of him just clicks in my head and starts a familiar chord well within me. He's really very close now. The light breath stirs up over my ear.

Without saying anything further, his lips clamp against his own wrist, which he puts up to me. I try to speak, to say it's not what I want, but the words can't find their way to the surface. My body turns against me, my heartbeat slows, and I'm incapable of doing anything to resist.

"Please," he says again, his tone barely above a whisper, closer to a prayer. "I won't let you die. And then I feel it. His blood inside my mouth, and with that taste, everything shifts.

It hurts. It's such a burn that I think I might scream. My skin is on fire, my senses blow up with new sensations. I feel my entire being rewriting, and I have no clue how to take it. But I couldn't stop drinking. I needed it. I needed him.

The world comes back into focus slowly. Everything is sharper now—the sounds of the city, the faint breeze on my skin, the way his presence feels so close. Seungmin's eyes are locked on mine, full of something I can't quite place.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a mix of concern and something else.

I glance over to him, but there seems to be no words I can say. The energy courses through my veins like a river, a craving deep inside me.

"I.. I don't know," I say in a voice too low, too alien. "What. what did I become?"

He gives me that soft, reassuring smile again. With fingers, he brushes one loose hair out of my face. "You're alive. You're safe."

But am I truly?

I stare at my hands, the coolness of the skin that no longer feels quite mine. I am not the same.

Days pass. Or maybe it's weeks. Time doesn't feel the same anymore. I've stopped counting, stopped caring. Everything is different now.

The hunger is a constant, gnawing on me. It's the thirst for blood, really, the overwhelming power that seems to thrum through every vein in my body, odd new sensations that make every little thing feel heightened-alive.

But then one night, when the last tatters of my humanity seem like they're slipping away from me, I learn the truth. Bangchan, he is a vampire too.

I stand in this dimly lit hallway, my head reeling with all that has happened since the attack. Seungmin has been. different with me lately. More protective. More cautious. But what I did not expect was the moment when Bangchan walked into the room.

His eyes were different, more intense, and I swear, when our gazes locked, something shifted in me.

"I should've told you sooner," he says, voice low, regretful. "I didn't want to... scare you."

But I'm just staring at him, my heart pounding, now that I know, this man has been a vampire all along. And everything, for a moment, has ceased to move.

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Better Late Than Never…

Jeongin x Y/N (fem reader !!)

genre: romance, enemies to lovers

summary: after high school, you never had to deal with Yang Jeongin again, but apparently, life had other plans, pairing the two of you up for a huge project in college. The old resentment bubbles to the surface you're clashing on everything from essay drafts to forgotten feelings. But as the late night study sessions peel back the layers of your shared history, you realize there might still be something worth salvaging between you two if you're brave enough to take the chance.

warnings: minor angst, light arguments due to misunderstandings, mentions of unresolved issues in the past and emotional vulnerability.

The first time Jeongin sat beside you in your Creative Writing class, you thought it was fate playing a cruel joke. The last time you'd spoken to him-two years ago, back in high school-you'd called him a selfish, self-absorbed brat. He'd countered with something about you being insufferably stuck-up, and it had spiralled downhill from there.

You'd sworn he was out of your life for good. And now, he was here, his black backpack slung over one shoulder, that same teasing smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at you. The dimples were new, though-more defined than you remembered.

"Hey, partner," he said as he slid into the seat beside you, you blinked. "Excuse me?

"Professor matched us for the project," Jeongin explained, spinning his pen between his fingers like he hadn't just upended your entire semester. "Guess we're working together. Unless you want to drop the class."

Oh, you wanted to. But you needed the credits, and he knew it.

"Fantastic," you muttered, pulling out your laptop. "Let's just get this over with."

The two of you had kept up a chilly politeness for the first week of the project. But Jeongin, annoyingly, hadn't changed much. He still had a sharp tongue and an almost unfair ability to get under your skin.

"You're still mad, huh?" he asked one evening as you sat together in the library. You'd been arguing over the project outline for twenty minutes.

"Mad about what?" you shot back, keeping your voice low.

"About high school. About me."

"I'm not mad. I just…" You paused, fingers tightening around your pencil. "It doesn't matter anymore."

He leaned closer, the faint scent of coffee still clung to him. "If it didn't matter, you wouldn't look like you want to strangle me every time I open my mouth."

You looked away, refusing to let him win. "Let's focus on the project."

One night, though, everything changed.

It was late, almost 11 PM and you were sitting in your dorm's common area, frantically editing the draft of your essay. Jeongin, who'd been oddly quiet for most of the night, suddenly spoke up.

"You know, I didn't think I'd see you again after graduation," he said softly.

You froze. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged, leaning back against the couch. "I thought we'd just… drifted too far. But when I saw you here on the first day of class, I thought, 'Maybe this is my second chance.'"

"Second chance for what?"

"For fixing things," he admitted, meeting your gaze. "I was a jerk back then, and I get why you hated me. But I don't want you to hate me now.

Your heart stumbled over itself. For the first time in years, Jeongin looked vulnerable—like the boy you used to know.

"I don't hate you," you said, your voice barely audible.

His expression softened, and for a moment, the tension dissolved.

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A R I ‘ S I N T R O

hello !! I’m ari, I go by she/her and I’m 18 (06) ! I’m a libra and my bday is oct 12.

my top ult groups are skz, nmixx, and aespa and my ult biases are changbin, jiwoo, and karina!!

my requests are currently open, so feel free to reach out!

I’m a huge skz writer but I write for almost any group/member! (except for minors ofc.) I mostly write romance and possibly smut, but I can do angst if requested!

that’s all, ty for reading my intro!!