#fox's reccs 🤍

[jazzerdoc]

This week's theme: Rec a fic that starts with the same letter as your username (or, if you like, a part of your username). I was tagged by @welcometololaland & hereby tag the two writers below plus @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @the-amber-fox @cockleshells @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love and anyone else who has an easier user name than I. DO IT OR NOT. ALL GOOD. 🤘🏽♥️🤍💙🥰

The rules: Tag a fic that starts with the same letter as your username and describe why it's so good / how it has a hold on you. Then tag some people to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love! Also, Lola will do the round up on Sunday, so if you're still recc-ing on Saturday, no pressure! Please tag @welcometololaland or tag #fic rec friday so she can compile the master list.

I'm gonna break Lola’s own rules and rec more than one! This is because there are VERY FEW fics that start with J (for jazzerdoc) or K (for Kelly) - come on, people, let’s get to using those other letters!

RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE

The first - for J (most ironically the word is Jesus but that’s another story) - is by @clottedcreamfudge, who is also hereby tagged for this challenge. This fic is about some things that Alex hates - sailing, polo shirts, fancy knots - until he doesn’t. Let’s just say that Henry is very sexy when describing said knots and then demonstrating them. ⛵️🪢🥵

The second - for K - is by @cinnamoncoffees (aka yr_bb), who is also hereby tagged for this rec challenge. This is a sweet and hot fic in which Wille drunk/booty-calls Simon from outside a club. Ultimately, bathroom sex & nightstand-drawer-toy shenanigans ensue. 👑💜🥵

YOUNG ROYALS (lest you think all I read is RWRB)

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me @ u 🤍

text prank with 95 line.

changing every nickname/terms of endearment to "bitch" on their autocorrect.

97 line ver. | maknae line ver.

seungcheol

jeonghan

joshua

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heart is full of fairy lights

pairing: joshua x gn!reader rating: G wc: ~1.3k summary: you finally return home to your apartment after studying abroad, and your roommate joshua can't seem to let you out of his sight. some potentially maybe-more-than-strictly-platonic feelings are had. warnings: none tags: fluff, pure fluff, oh my god they were roommates, friends to maybe-we-could-be-more-than-friends???? a/n: this is for the lovely ko-fi anon as part of my emergency commissions who requested "soft, fluffy, touch-starved shua" <3

Joshua can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

And not in a sexy way (shut up, Seokmin), but in a way that's... gentle. A simple need to be close and nothing more complicated than that. All night, he hasn't been more than an arms-length away from you. He was the first to greet you when you walked into your surprise "Welcome Back" party, and his touch has been trailing after you ever since.

Joshua can't seem to keep his hands off of you, and like a flower blooming towards the sun, you've been soaking up every ounce of his presence.

You'd missed him — more than you'd thought you would when you left to study abroad for the quarter.

Calls and texts and facetimes hadn't been enough, and as you sit together on the couch — surrounded by friends as you're pressed together at the shoulder, hip, and knee — you think maybe it hadn't been enough for him either.

It's late by the time the rest of your friends have trickled out of your apartment, leaving you and Joshua still pressed together on the sofa. The newfound silence is a peaceful relief, and you sigh as you let your head fall to the side, resting it on his shoulder. You only whine a little bit when he slightly adjusts your positions so that he can wrap an arm around your shoulders, giggling quietly at your annoyance.

"Long day?" he asks.

You simply groan in response, and he gives you a commiserating hum in return, squeezing your shoulders a bit.

God, you'd missed this so much. Just— getting to sit together and soak up the simple physical affection.

You're not sure how long the both of you sit there, but you think you might have nodded off because the next thing you know, Joshua is gently shaking your shoulder.

"Hey, y/n, c'mon, you can't sleep on the couch. Let's go to bed."

You know he's right, but you groan in frustration anyway and lean more of your body weight on him. "Make me," you pout.

His reply is immediate. "Okay."

Uh oh.

"Wait—"

And then he's sending you sprawling over the couch cushions as you let out an indignant squawk. You splutter as he stands up and holds out a hand to you, a calm smile on his face like he didn't just literally shove you over.

"How did I manage to forget how absolutely deranged you are?" you mutter as you grab his outstretched hand.

He shrugs at you, and then he pulls you up so you're both standing. You glare at him half-heartedly, and he just keeps smiling at you like the cat that caught the canary.

After a moment, something in his expression softens, and he gently squeezes your hand. "Let's go to bed. Also, um." His smile turns a little nervous at the corners. "I have a little surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

He nods. "Yeah, it's in your room, c'mon."

You follow him the few feet down the hall to your bedroom door, hand still clasped in his, and then he turns around to face you.

"Wait here," he blurts, dropping your hand as he opens the door and quickly slips inside, closing it right behind him.

You blink at the space where Joshua just was a second ago, wondering what kind of surprise needs him to leave you out in the hall like this.

Less than a moment later, he calls through the door, "Close your eyes!"

"What are you doing?" you call back, suspicious. You don't think he's about to pull some kind of prank, but you also wouldn't put it past him. Especially if he's been hanging out with Jeonghan recently.

"Just close them!"

"Ugh, fine." Still suspicious, you roll your eyes before doing as you're told.

"Are they closed?"

"Yes."

A pause. "Are you sure?"

Am I— You manage to keep your eyes closed as you roll them even harder. "Yes."

"But how can I be sure?" Even muffled through the door, you can hear the teasing in his voice.

"Joshua Hong."

There's a click as the knob turns and the near-silent whoosh of the door opening.

"You know I hate it when you use my full government name." The pout is evident in his voice.

"And you know I hate it when you keep me in the dark." You gesture to your still-closed eyes. "Literally, this time."

He huffs fondly. "Not for long."

Before you can open your mouth to reply, he gently grabs your shoulders and leads you into your room, shifting so that he's behind you.

The teasing atmosphere has melted away, and it leaves you standing in his warm presence. "Open them," he prompts quietly.

You do so, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. "Oh my god, Shua."

Your room looks the same as normal, except instead of being lit by the standing lamp you keep in the corner, the room is softly illuminated by the strings of fairy lights now hanging above your bed.

"You've talked about getting them for forever and..." Joshua starts explaining. "I don't know, I just thought it would be a nice surprise to come home to."

You walk forward, out of Joshua's grasp to get a closer look at the lights. "It's beautiful," you murmur. And you're not just talking about the lights, you're talking about the gesture, too — the fact that Joshua took the time to get the lights and set them up in your room so that they'd be ready for you when you got back.

It's not a grand gesture by any means, but somehow, pressing into all the nooks and crannies of your jet-lagged heart, it feels like one.

You turn back around and without a word, wrap your arms around him and squeeze.

He immediately squeezes back, resting his head against yours. "Welcome back, y/n." He sighs, in what almost sounds like relief. "I missed you."

You know the tears that start to gather in your eyes are in part because of how exhausted you are, but the fact remains that you can't put into any kind of words just how much you missed him too, and just how much that feeling is bubbling up inside your chest and pressing against your ribs.

Squeezing back even tighter, you hope he can feel the I missed you, too you're trying to hug into him.

The world narrows down to just the two of you, holding each other in the glow of the fairy lights, and even though you know you need to sleep, you don't want to let this moment go — let him go.

So you don't. After a few moments, you start to waddle the both of you toward your bed, Joshua going along without complaint, and soon you're both tipping sideways onto the mattress with a startled oof.

You wiggle on top of the blanket until your head reaches your pillow, and you pull Joshua up along with you until you're lying face to face. The fairy lights above you paint galaxies in his eyes, and the look he's giving you is so full of something that it feels like your chest is filled with galaxies, too.

There's a lot that's going unsaid between the both of you, you know, but there's only one question you can think of asking right now.

"Stay?"

"Of course, y/n," he murmurs. And if his eyes hold galaxies, then his smile holds the moon, soft and beautiful and always waiting for you, no matter how far you go. "Always."

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yandere!Baekhyun x Reader: small steps.

Word count: 1881

Warnings: mentions of death, abduction, obsessive behaviors.

Rating: +16 for the warnings stated above.

In a perfect world your eyes, filled with love, were fixated on him from the moment he came back home, and you approached him with your hands stained with foods you were preparing for the dinner, making you whine and rush to the sink to wash them, so you could come again and hug him without worry.

In a perfect world the space you shared had signs of your and his lives, everything smelled like you to him, and everything smelled like him to you. And both of you loved it – feeling at home, at peace, in love, cherishing each other’s existence, even worshiping it.

In a perfect world the warmth of your body melted into his in an embrace that neither of you wanted to break; he could wrap his arms around you and make you lose your breath, and you’d simply laugh at it, maybe even with you saying something cliché like, “I don’t mind dying like this”. Then, he’d reply, “I’d gladly die with you.”

But the world he lived in wasn’t perfect, and your small silhouette, instead of looking out for him coming home, would tremble from fear when he approached.

You’d stay in the room he prepared for you, locked for the time he was away, but even when he was back and the door was unlocked, you wouldn’t want to face him. He made sure you had access to everything you needed, he rearranged the apartment so you had your own bathroom as well; he even prepared things like TV and books to busy your time with if you truly didn’t want to approach him. But, even though he bought so many things for you to feel comfortable, you hesitated before even touching them. And if he even thought about wrapping arms around you… your fragile heart couldn’t possibly handle it, the fear overwhelming you, as if he truly wanted to take your life away. But he would never do this, and his own heart broke at the mere thought, and the fact you could believe it.

He sat down by the kitchen table and looked at his phone – the camera in your room proved that you were in your bed, although no sound was coming from there. Your days mostly looked like that; after weeks had passed and you got used to him enough to eat the food he prepared without fear, and you’d use the bathroom without checking every corner for a camera that, really, wasn’t there, yet, there was nothing convincing you to come out and talk to him, welcome him home, try to spend time with him. Baekhyun’s life was anything but perfect, and he came to a realization that maybe there were things he could have done better in the past, maybe he could have approached you in a way that wouldn’t mean kidnapping, but hell, did he not know how to do that at all. There was nothing else that made sense to him. He didn’t want to wait any longer; he thought that if given no opportunity to fall in love with someone else, you’d eventually accept him in his life. But he was wrong, and now he was stuck in this inconvenient situation that he had no idea how to fix.

He watched you in the camera for a few minutes, wondering whether you’re asleep or just resting. He didn’t want to wake you up, but then he saw you roll over and let out a sigh with your eyes open. He gave you a few more minutes just in case you did barely wake up, and stood up, walking toward your room.

He knocked, quietly at first, not wanting to startle you. In the screen of his phone still held in his hand, he saw you sit up abruptly and pull knees up to your chest. Would you come and open the door? Or tell him to come in? Both required courage – you could do it, he believed in you.

“Y… yes…?” you spoke, so quietly that he barely heard you.

He unlocked the door carefully and faced the dark space, with the curtains pulled over and your silhouette drowsily wrapped in the blankets, as if it was an early morning. Although the initial terror had passed and you became just a bit accustomed with his presence, your back was still pushed into the wall behind your back, looking at him warily. For all the times him coming into your room had made you cry, this must have been a progress, right?

“Could we talk?”

“About what?” you asked defensively.

He retreated a bit, hanging onto the doorknob as if it was his anchor. The tone of your voice was hurting him, making him so sad – he hated himself so much for what he’d done to you.

“I have something for you. It’s small… Come when you’re ready.”

Not giving you – or himself – any more time to worry, he left, closing the door behind, but leaving the lock open this time.

It was a late evening and he barely came out of shower, hair still damp and comfortable attire on, that he noticed you sitting by the table in the kitchen, head lowered and hands folded in your lap. When you heard him leave bathroom, you glanced up, a bit fearfully at first, but then letting your guards down a little. Was it a good sign? Baekhyun could only hope.

He approached you carefully, not wanting a single wrong step to scare you again. He walked towards the kitchen drawer, and took out a box of chocolate candy – a flavor he knew you liked, he’d seen you always buy it when in a good mood, at the time when he watched your normal days pass by. There was a ribbon wrapped around the box just to make the point, but it wasn’t that big or grand; he just wanted to lift your mood a little, so he placed the box on the table, sitting opposite of you and then pushing it carefully towards you, as if he was trying to feed a wild animal.

You hesitated, but it seemed that you were willing to accept this small bribe – when was the last time you ate? He couldn’t tell; chocolate was not there to fill you, so he frowned slightly at that realization. Your room, although locked, had a small fridge and a microwave in it, and he made sure you always had access to all you needed without having to leave your room if you didn’t want to. So why did you seem malnourished? Was it because of stress…?

Watching you fight with yourself made him lose all the remaining confidence. He only stared down at his hands until he finally found it in himself to send you a single, worried glance. You haven’t looked back just yet – only pulled the box toward yourself, and with just as much tenderness as he showed previously, undid the ribbon and opened the box. Your eyes lighted up ever so slightly at the sight of a snack you genuinely enjoyed.

“Why?” you asked suddenly. 

You’ve had this discussion before, he remembered every single time you came back to it. You’ve asked him countless of times, why did he do it to you? Why wouldn’t he let you go? What was his goal? Why must he hurt you…?

“…I want to fix things” he admitted weakly, looking back down. He felt so vulnerable, so broken – more than you did, but he wanted you to see this side of himself, he wanted you to see how it impacted him as well. He wished you’d take advantage of him at this moment; hell, he could only dream of another perfect world, in which he would give in to you, let you be in charge of his life; in which he would be in your spot now, kept without a free will at your place, but happy to belong to you with his entire existence. But he couldn’t dream for long, he knew. Not when you looked at him with those big eyes of yours, with fear and uncertainty still lingering. “I never… wanted to hurt you.” These words you must have heard him say before countless of times. He could only hope that they would sound better today. “Can I… do anything so you would trust me? Just a bit… Just so you wouldn’t hate me.”

Neither of you moved, his eyes cast down as to not make you feel any more out of place than you already were. He felt weak, he needed comfort, even though he knew he couldn’t count on any. But he let himself escape to his perfect world for just a moment, imagining your hands reach out to him and touch his shoulder. Just that much would heal his soul.

“Are you crying…?”

Your voice brought him back. He reached to his face – a single tear ran down his nose, his face must have been so red. When he tried o breathe in, he found himself sniffling instead, and he stood up, hurrying to the sink nearby to throw cold water in his face. But he remained there even as he wiped it, fearful of facing you again.

“You’re a sad person” you eventually spoke. “I’m sorry for you” you continued. It must have been the most you spoke to him in the past week. “You said you won’t let me out so… it’s not like our um… relationship… can become healthy, I mean… You kidnapped me, it’s not something that can be just brushed off.” You cleared your throat, fidgeting in your seat, as though the fact that you had so much to say surprised you as well. “But I… can tell this impacts you a lot, too. You don’t seem like a bad person… Maybe not a good one, but… I do honestly think you need help, and that most of things can still be fixed, if given enough time…”

He turned around, looking at you, still uncertain.

“What I mean, is… If you reach out for someone’s help, a professional, I mean… I may try and do my part in, you know… not making it hard on you. As long as you’re… you know, willing to improve.”

Did he want to?

He so strongly believed that he was doomed for life, that, if he couldn’t undo what he’d done, there would be no way to ever be happy again. He was certain that it was just him – his personality, his soul, the way he existed, the way he was shaped by his life.

But if you said that there was hope for him; if you said that he could become better, become someone you wouldn’t fear; if you even wanted to help him in it, how could he doubt?

“I want to… try” he eventually announced, voice a bit stabler.

“Good.” You nodded, still clearly unsure as to how process the change in dynamics, but you managed to look at him now – still shy and lost, but not fearful anymore, as if you finally accepted that he’s not a threat to you, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

Maybe, in small steps, he would find a way to shape his world to near-perfection.

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My fave AU's back ♡ What a perfect thing to wake up to ♡♡

Anyway, the perfect mix of the guys being unhinged and soft?? Protective and possessive??? Smug and pouty???????? The banter??? And why do I love the guys getting all sad and upset when the oc gets scared of them??? And Mr Handsy I wonder why she's be afraid of *someone* getting too touchy lol. Btw I love to imagine the oc walking around the hotel and getting +1 following demon puppy on every other step lmao. Soft Yeosang and Sannie, my beloved(s) 😖 And bloody yandere Joong, am on my knees 😳😳

I love where this is going, this is such a fun AU!! No pressure but can't wait for more ♡♡♡

{2} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Yeosang & Jongho this chapter)

Words: 9,536

Warnings: Mental Illness: talks of depression, suicide and suicidal thoughts. OC gets angry a lot. A mug gets thrown at someone’s head. Slut shaming, but not done by any of the guys. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Surprise bitches!!! Guess who’s back, back again!!! Early update for you all since I wanted to post it and I like where I ended it. Definitely expect more parts coming out, I have a lot planned for this, especially with little interactions between each of the guys and the OC in the future. Hehehe, I hope you enjoy!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you look forward to the rest of whatever this series has to offer~

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...so why did I have to find this masterpiece myself? [mini-rant warning because i'm excited lmao]

Has to be one of my fave series ever, each piece was so good!! At first I didn't think I'd read all of them but I couldn't stop after reading a few?? I'm literally in so much feels about this, every story was filled with so much emotions!! It's just pure soft goodness. Literally. And they were all so unique and stood out against the other stories! I wish I could better describe it but all of the stories were just so well-written and soothing 🤍

Anyway, just little notes about my favorite ones's: nervous coworker Woozi?? Yes please?!?!! The hesitation, the way he was forced to confess (lmao 💀), the way he was ready to take it back, the shyness just... perfection. Hao's my ultimate fave. He's so stupid and relatable I love it. And I love when angsty lovers keep talking even when the door's been shut to their face. And when they keep the personally important stuff even after breaking up. Now Hannie, is also stupid lol. Love the teasing, the fact that both of them know and yet no one acts on their feelings until this point. Or is it that I just love when things don't need to be said or labeled? Is that why I also loved Wonwoo's and Vernon's chapters so much? Jun's was so beautiful 😭 I don't know why it made me super soft but it did, and I'm melting still just thinking about it. Seungkwan's is literally the definition of idiots in love and I have no words for how much fun it was to read. I swear I'll have cavities just from reading their final confessions and memories of when they were young and crushing on each other.

I just have so much love for all of the chapters I have no words to explain, I'm sorry 🤍

(Btw op, a little tmi but you kind of saved a life. I'm having a hard time sleeping lately because I'm too panicky and these really helped me calm down and sleep ♡)

the spring to your smile

pairing: ??? x gn!reader

prompt: n/a

word count: ~200

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: a little project i’m working on! i’ll add links to each (along with the associated name) as they get posted. (i’ll also be writing treasure versions of this since the spring announcements have been the entire reason i’m writing flower prompts lol)

progress: complete (5/23/2022)

The paper wrapped around the flowers crinkled in his grasp as he approached your door. Despite everything, he was nervous: there was always an underlying fear that you’d take one look at the flowers in his hands and scoff, or roll your eyes, or flat-out call him an idiot and that you hated flowers and he should know it. When he asked you before, you had shrugged, said they were fine, and went on with what you had been doing.  Despite it all, he took another look down at the bouquet in his hands. With a hard swallow, he raised a hand to your door… and then hesitated.

The flowers crinkled in his grasp again as he tightened a fist around them. A quick glance down to make sure that they aren’t breaking underneath his fingers was enough to sway his thoughts. They’re fine. This was fine. This was going to go fine.

One more deep breath. He raised a hand, and knocked…

… But who is he to you?

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me @ bibi and the anon

So... thoughts on woozi discovering his scalp is an erogenous zone??? like you were just trying to braid his hair and accidentally pulled his hair a bit too strong and he whimpers 😫😫😫

woozi's long hair has done things to me🥲🥲 it has changed me forever!!!

[cracking my knuckles] i have so many thoughts bcs i too, am a victim of long hair woozi and i hope this doesn't get too long.

minors & ageless blogs dni please or you will be blocked.

you watch his long hair fall over his face and you scoot closer to him to bashfully ask if you can play with them, ready to hear him tell you no knowing he's not big on physical touch but to your surprise, he gives you a nod and a quiet "yeah go for it" so you move to sit behind him and starts brushing his hair back with your fingers, gathering them up into a messy ponytail.

he feels a slight tug as you pull on the ponytail and for some weird, unexplainable reason, it makes him feel tingly inside. giving him the same kind of shivers he would get whenever you go down on him. he also notices that his cock would twitch in his pants whenever your nails scratch against his scalp slightly.

you release his hair to put them into two small braids and you accidentally pull a little too hard and he lets out a shaky whimper as his eyes flutter shut. you panic, releasing your grip on his hair just a bit so you can check on him. "are you okay? did i hurt you?" a string of apologies follow your concerns.

he quickly shakes his head, telling you to continue but not without a small, shy request of "you can try pulling harder".

did you hear him wrong?

you lean forward so your face is next to his, the movement causing you to yank on the strands of hair you were still holding onto and you hear a soft gasp leave his lips. "what did you say?"

he's flustered, cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink, heart pounding so loudly he can practically hear it, but it doesn't stop him from repeating himself. "you can pull harder," he gulps audibly. "it feels really good when you do that."

at his request, you jerk your wrist back a little rougher than before still holding a fistful of his hair, causing his head to lean back and he feels all his blood rushing down as a quiet moan escapes him.

jihoon's breath hitches, "can you do that thing with your nails too?"

you graze your nails against his scalp and jihoon feels the hair on the back of his neck stand as he lets out another weak whimper.

goosebumps cover his arms when you get a little too close to his ear to whisper, "i guess we found a new thing to try out in the bedroom."

ending this here just bcs idk how far i should go with it but if you ever want me to continue this just lmk and i'll try and see what i can come up with!

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thinking about how minghao would propose.

minghao was just like you in the sense that you both found joy in the simple things in life. you're both happy with just sitting at home watching silly little tv shows or movies, sharing about your day over dinner, going grocery shopping together every friday night and having your tea ceremony every sunday morning. fancy date nights were reserved for special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries.

"makes every fancy date night we have feels more significant," he'd told you.

that's why he knew you wouldn't suspect anything. it was a regular sunday morning and you were both preparing for your weekly tea ceremony. minghao was setting up his little table when you heard him calling out for you so you poked your head out of the kitchen to ask what he needed.

"could you go get the tea set from the cabinet in our room?" he said as he adjusted a cushion that he'd placed on the floor.

"the one you said you were saving for a special occasion?"

he nodded wordlessly at your question and it made the curiosity inside you grow.

"what's the special occasion?" you probed and minghao shrugged and mumbled a quick "just felt like using it today" and you decided not to ask further.

you pulled open the cabinet door and stood on your tiptoes to try and reach the highest part of the shelf but the box was too deep inside so you decided to use the stool from your dressing table as a step ladder.

the moment you pulled the box out from the shelf, a small box wrapped in a silver wrapping paper that was hidden behind it caught your eye. you didn't recognise it at all so it definitely didn't belong to you. was it minghao's? you brought it out of the room with you and minghao tried his best to hold back his smile once he noticed it sitting on top of his tea set.

"is this yours?" you asked as you set everything down on the table before you. "i found it in the corner of the cabinet."

"it's yours." he answered nonchalantly.

"mine?" you reached for the gift, unwrapping it to see what was inside. "but my birthday isn't until feb—" your mouth dropped open and you let out a gasp once the navy blue, velvet box was revealed.

minghao stood up and made his way over to you and you barely registered him taking the box out of your hand or sitting down next to you.

"y/n," his voice pulled you back to reality, turning to him with a hand over your mouth, still in shock. "earlier you asked me what the special occasion was and now you're probably thinking this is the special occasion but it actually isn't."

he moved closer to you so your knees were now touching and grabbed the hand that was resting on the table. "being with you is the special occasion, you make all the mundane things in life feel special. i never thought sitting at home eating a simple home cooked meal with the tv playing in the background could make me feel so happy and content, but then i realized it wasn't what i'm doing but rather who i'm doing it with."

you felt a warmness spread across your entire body at his words and the tears that were pooling below your eyes now rolled down your cheeks. minghao grazed his thumb against the back of your hand, "y/n, will you make all the days for the rest of my life special? i promise i'll do my best—"

before minghao could even finish his question, you were already nodding in response. he quickly placed the box on the table to remove the ring from it to slide it onto your finger before pulling you into his embrace. after what felt like forever, he leaned back to look at you with the softest smile on his face, cupping your cheeks to wipe the tears away with his thumbs.

you lifted your hand up in an attempt to admire your new ring and a chuckle escaped you causing minghao to shoot you a questioning look.

"i wanted to look at the ring but i couldn't because my vision is still blurry from all the tears," you explained and minghao let out a small laugh and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"you'll love it. i got the inspiration for the design from your pinterest board."

you looked at him with wide eyes, "how long have you been preparing for this? i had no idea you were even looking at that."

"since after the first month of us moving in together."

tears started welling up in your eyes again as minghao stood up and went back to his side of the table and started pouring hot water into the teapot.

"tea?"

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Invitation.

Synopsis: Jeonghan receives an invitation to your wedding with someone that isn't him.

Characters: Yoon Jeonghan × Reader × Choi Seungcheol (mentioned)

Genre: Angst.

Word count: 1k

Inspired by: 张远 - 嘉宾

This is an add on to this Seungcheol drabble.

Jeonghan couldn't believe his eyes.

"What's this?" He looked down at the envelope you were holding out to him.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and curled up the corner of your lips briefly in what you had hoped was a convincing smile.

"It's an invitation to my wedding with Seungcheol," your voice grew an octave higher and you prayed that Jeonghan would believe you were actually happy.

Jeonghan snatched the envelope out of your hand and tossed it onto the table next to him.

"I know what that is!" He exclaimed, exasperation building up within him and tears of frustration staining his cheeks.

You stood still before him, gaze falling to the ground, not daring to look at him for even a second because you knew that once you did you wouldn't be able to keep up the act for any longer.

Jeonghan placed both hands on your shoulders and shook you slightly, silently begging for you to look at him but you refused to.

"Y/n," Jeonghan's voice was softer now but you heard the pain in it. "Please, explain to me what is going on."

You couldn't look at him. Not when the guilt from so brutally hurting him was eating you up alive.

"Please," he pleaded again. "I just don't understand."

You let out the breath that you'd been holding in and tried your hardest to will away the tears that were threatening to fall.

"I'm so sorry, Jeonghan."

"I don't want to hear that," his voice grew louder as his hands reached down to grab onto yours, the grip on you stronger than what you were used to and he squeezed once. "I want to know why!"

Deep down inside, Jeonghan knew why. He'd known for a while now about you and Seungcheol's arranged marriage for both of your families' business deal, the rumours had long been circulating within the industry.

But he chose to ignore it, being naive enough to trust that things would turn out differently.

The apartment fell silent, the only sounds that could be heard were your breathing and his soft sniffles. It stayed that way for what felt like an eternity before Jeonghan finally spoke again.

"Why didn't you fight for us?"

"You don't think I've tried?" A defeated sigh left your lips and you wanted to scream from the suffocating weight of hopelessness.

Jeonghan believed you and he knew this was it.

This was the end of what the both of you had.

"Do you love him?" The hesitation was evident in his quavering voice.

He was afraid to hear your answer because regardless of what it was, he would still end up losing you and he couldn't decide which was worse — you being in love with someone that wasn't him or knowing you were about to marry someone you didn't love and him not being able to do anything about it.

"Jeonghan..." You attempted to avoid answering him by trying to pull your hands out of his grasp.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love him and I'll let you go." Jeonghan tightened his fingers around yours. He was desperate and was holding onto the last bit of hope, he knew you were never good at lying. "Do you?"

You blinked back your tears once, then again before finally lifting your head to look at him properly for the first time that night and you noticed how broken he looked.

Jeonghan was an absolute mess. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was wet with tears and it took everything in you to not pull him into a hug and tell him that everything will be okay.

You braced yourself and looked him in his eyes and you wish you could forget the sorrow you saw in them that night. You had hoped that all the memories you will ever have of Jeonghan would be only happy ones.

But this was reality and it was cruel — agonizingly cruel.

"I do, Jeonghan." Your lie came out as barely above a whisper but he heard you loud and clear.

Jeonghan couldn't help but let out a brittle laugh at the fact that those were the very same words he had dreamt of hearing from you, but in vastly different situations than the one you were currently in.

He had imagined hearing it while he was down on one knee, holding out a ring to you.

He had imagined hearing it as you stood before him in your wedding dress exchanging vows.

But he had never imagined hearing it this way.

Jeonghan finally lets go of your hands and his arms fell limply to his sides and you watched as he was about to walk away and a strange feeling of both heaviness and emptiness washed over you simultaneously.

He suddenly stopped and turned to face you and your breath caught in your throat.

"Can I give you one last hug before I go?" He forced a smile but the sadness never left his eyes.

You nodded.

He moved towards you to engulf you in his arms and you stiffened for a brief moment as you tried your hardest to fight the urge to lean into his warmth but you ultimately failed and gave into it.

"This would be the last time," your heart ached at that thought.

Jeonghan felt the way you were melting into him and he knew. He knew you didn't love Seungcheol.

He started stroking your hair gently, something he used to do whenever you needed comforting and you let your forehead fall to his shoulder.

You felt so incredibly selfish.

You had hurt him to his core and here he was, comforting you when he was the one who needed it more.

At the realisation, you began to pull away, not wanting to cause him any more pain than you already had.

Jeonghan's fingertips came up to brush away the tears at the corner of your eyes and he leaned in to let his lips ghost yours so lightly that you could have sworn it had been your own hallucination if it weren't for the fact that you could feel the pressure in your chest.

"Be happy," Jeonghan murmured before walking out of the apartment.

a/n: a HUGE thank you to @synthetickitsune for helping me beta read this and for giving me the confidence to post this! i really appreciate everything. 🥺🩷 i love you and i am once again, sorry for the pain and i am also sorry that it had to be jeonghan. 💔

feedback is always greatly appreciated and thank you if you'd taken the time to read this. 🫶🏻 -bibi

[synthetickitsune]

how it feels to be tagged in bibi's fics

mr exterminator with joshua hong.

warning: mentions of insects.

a/n: @synthetickitsune i'll take that brick hitting now, thanks 😔

joshua hears the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing then opening again.

"honey?" you call out softly and joshua immediately gets up from where he was sitting.

"yeah?" he asks as he walks over to you.

you point into the bathroom, "there's a bug in there. can you get it?"

"a bug?" joshua stretches his neck to peek inside and he sees the insect you're talking about. it doesn't look that bad, it's not that big, he thinks. "yeah, don't worry. i'll take care of it."

he steps one foot into the bathroom and has one hand on the door frame, he takes in a deep breath to prepare himself and then he disappears into the bathroom and closes the door behind him to prevent the insect from escaping. you decide to go into the living room, nearer to the front door, just in case.

it was silent for a couple of minutes and you think that maybe joshua had successfully caught it.

"did you get it?" you call out then there was a scream.

the door flies open and joshua is sprinting towards you. "why didn't you tell me it can fly?!"

your eyes widen and you're trying not to laugh at his red face as he's panting. "i didn't know that. i saw it in the bathroom and came outside immediately to ask for your help."

joshua turns to look in the direction of the bathroom, contemplating if he should try again.

"so i take it as you didn't catch it?"

he turns back to you with a pout, "no. it started flying when i threw a piece of toilet paper at it and i ran out."

you pat his arm with a soft chuckle. "don't worry about it, i'll go next door and see if cheol is around to help."

joshua grabs your wrist as you're turning to open the door, "cheol?"

"yeah, my next door neighbour." you say matter-of-factly.

"you have a nickname for your next door neighbour that i've never heard about?" his brows furrowed.

"he moved in maybe two months ago? he's around our age, really nice and friendly guy. he helped me kill a huge cockroach last week too because it was the middle of the night and i didn't want to call you over just to kill a cockroach."

the pout on joshua's face grows bigger, "you can call me for help at any time. you know that right?"

"honey, i was trying to save you from the embarrassment." you give him your best puppy dog eyes. "do you really think you can kill a cockroach?"

joshua exhales, "no. but i could have tried."

"do you want to try getting the bug in the bathroom again then?"

he thinks for a while then shakes his head, "go get your neighbour."

you return with seungcheol after a few minutes. "this is seungcheol," you gesture to your neighbour and before you can introduce joshua to him, he already has his hand out.

"hi, i'm y/n's boyfriend." he shakes seungcheol's hand with a tight grip.

seungcheol shoots him a smile, "ahhh. so you're the boyfriend i always hear about."

joshua scrunches his face slightly before nodding, "that's me. i'm the boyfriend."

you nudge joshua lightly with your elbow and he lets go of seungcheol's hand.

"so where's the bug?" seungcheol asks.

"in that bathroom," joshua points to it. "do you need me to go with you?"

"no, it's fine. i can handle it."

"thanks cheol!" you call out as seungcheol goes into the bathroom and you turn to your boyfriend once you see the door shuts. "what was that about?"

joshua gives you a confused look, "what was what?"

"the whole 'boyfriend' thing."

"i don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs and turns away from you.

you move in front of him again to cup his cheeks with your hands and get his eyes to meet yours. "honey, are you feeling bad because you couldn't catch the bug?"

his shoulders drop with a deep sigh, "i'm such a useless boyfriend. i can't even catch a stupid bug for you."

you smile at him as you squeeze his cheeks softly, "you're not useless. it's just a bug, it's not a big deal."

"yeah, but you had to turn to a neighbour for help instead of looking for me, your boyfriend." the pout appears on his face again.

"shua," you remove your hands from his face to lace your fingers with his. "it was 2am, i can't be making you drive 30 minutes just to come kill a cockroach."

joshua tugs you closer to him, your bodies almost touching. "then how about i move in instead so i'll be around all the time?"

"that's fine with me but are you capable of killing a cockroach though?" you tilt your head at him and raise your brows before quickly adding, "or any other insects for that matter."

he wraps one arm around you to pull you into his chest, "i probably could if i tried really, really hard."

"then do you want to go ask cheol to leave so you can take over?"

joshua purses his lips together, "nah i'll let mr exterminator have this one."

"what do you have against cheol? he's helping us here."

"i don't have anything against him but why is he taking over my boyfriend duties?" he groans.

"maybe because my boyfriend can't fulfill said duties," you tell him with a laugh.

joshua rolls his eyes at you, "that's it. i'm insect proofing your apartment tomorrow."

[synthetickitsune]

I WOULDNT SAY IT BETTER MYSELF

promise ring with joshua hong.

a/n: at first i was like "haha shua brainrot" but now i don't think it's a laughing matter anymore. once again, i would like to blame this on @synthetickitsune bcs whose fault is it if not theirs?

something feels different to you tonight. maybe weird, even.

it's close to 10pm when you decide to leave your room to see what joshua was up to and you find him in the living room, at the far end of the sofa with his back towards you. you see his box of colourful beads and various other materials laid out on the armrest and you know he's making more of his diy accessories again. that wasn't the weird part though, it's the fact that he didn't ask if you wanted to join him that felt off to you because he always does. or he'd at least asks if you want to watch him as you tell him about your day.

"what are you doing?" joshua jumps slightly when you appear behind him and tries to look past his shoulder.

he quickly lowers whatever was in his hands in an attempt to hide it with his body. "nothing," he twists around to look at you and he sees your eyes scanning the materials scattered before him.

"are you making something for the guys again?" your eyes leave the mess to land on his face.

you watch him knit his brows together like he's thinking hard about something then he's shoving the thing he was holding below his crossed legs.

"you should go to bed, i'll be done here soon." he says instead of answering your question.

"oh, i was going to offer my help." you try again but he's quick to shake his head.

"it's fine, i'm almost finished anyway." joshua silently prays for you to leave so he can go back to working on it.

you look like you're about to say something else but ends up only giving him a small nod and a soft mumble of "i won't get in your way then, don't stay up too late" that he almost didn't catch before heading back into your room. he doesn't miss the disappointment on your face and he can only hope that the finished product he ends up with will make up for it. once he hears the door click shut, he quickly goes back to what he was doing and he can't stop admiring his own work when it was finally done after nearly 20 minutes of threading tiny beads onto a thin wire.

by the time he was done cleaning up everything and ready to go to bed, it was almost midnight. he opens the door to the room gently, trying to make as little noise as possible in case you were already asleep and he knows you're still awake when he sees the dim light coming from your phone. you don't greet him or tell him to him to hurry up so you can cuddle like you usually would though, which was strange to joshua. instead, you just look up at him briefly then set your phone aside and goes to sleep with your back turned to him.

"hey," he murmurs behind you as he crawls into his side of the bed. "are you upset with me?"

"no," you mumble then turns to face him. "why? does my secretive boyfriend finally want to spend time with me now?"

joshua lets out a whine then he protests, "i always want to spend time with you, babe. you know that."

"then why didn't you want me around earlier?" you let out a dramatic sigh, "i always knew i wasn't as good at handicrafts as you are but i thought you appreciated my effort and enjoyed my company at the very least."

"i do! you have no idea how much i love it even when you're just sitting there and watching me," he rushes to tell you. "i just thought you should get some rest earlier since you had a long day at work today."

his arms wrap around you instinctively and he's relieved when you don't move away.

you tilt your face up to look at him and give him a questioning look, "really?"

joshua immediately gets up to turn the light on and retrieves his box of materials from the closet to lay them out in the middle of the bed. "let's make something together right now."

you start laughing at his reaction and joshua feels his heart blooming with every sound of it.

"fine, i believe you. put them away. it's getting late."

he packs them up and goes to sleep with you enveloped in his arms that night.

you wake up the next morning and everything seems normal until you finally notice it in the mirror as you're brushing your teeth. a small, beaded ring you have never seen before is sitting on your finger. you rush outside to find joshua in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"babe, what's this?"

he turns around and sees you standing there with a very confused look on your face and your hand up. he quickly turns the stove off and sets the spatula down before making his way across the kitchen to stand in front of you.

his bright, glistening eyes meet yours and there's a small smile tugging on his lips, "a promise ring."

you don't say anything and the confused look is still on your face.

"you don't have to promise me anything back but i just wanted you to know that i want to be in your life forever, if you'll have me." his hands reach for yours and he brushes his thumbs against the back of your hands softly. "especially after last night when i thought you were actually upset at me, i started thinking about what would happen if i don't have you in my life anymore."

tears begin to well up in your eyes and you feel a lump in your throat. you pull a hand out from his to slap him lightly on the chest, "what the hell, joshua hong. you can't just make me cry right after i wake up."

he chuckles as he pulls you into an embrace then you feel him pressing a kiss to your temple before you hear his soft voice in your ear, "so what do you say? will you let me stay in your life forever?"

the smile on his face grows when he feels you wrap your arms around him.

"only if you let me stay in yours."

[an-annyeoing-writer]

#fanfics fulfilling my dreams of having vampire baek AND better social skills than i currently have <3

LITERALLY SUCH A MOOD OIASFHJAISODFKA

#i know this is a baekhyun fics but ffs i love my goofy man chanyeol in this so much 😭😭😭 let me actually marry him#i need him so much he's so cute let me feed him all he wants i love him

Ohohoho... I know whom I'm putting next on my to-do list for unhinged content 😈

#but anyway lol#'do i make you shy?' i imploded#I LOVE THE OLD MIRROR DETAIL!! that was such a cool thing to put in

asjfaosidfjao THANK YOU I randomly recalled this is a thing and I love details like that because they just explain so much in the context of mythical lore, while so few people know about it???

#you could hurt me 'i could' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PLEASE DO

ngl I kinda whored at that part too oasifjaoisdfahadsiofjs

#when will it be my turn to be hunted </3#'you wouldn't take my fangs yet' i'm literally a puddle#I WOULDN'T BUT I WOULD TRY SIR

That's a good girl...

#yo bro ahdgsjjag please be as feral as you want i think i need it#i'm so so weak#finally an interesting smut too lmao#will read this before sleep to manifest some sweet dreams#UNRELATED TO THE PREVIOUS THING I JUST WANNA BE SCARED IN MY DREAMS#fox's reccs 🤍

🥺 hopefully you get chased and hunted and bitten and eaten in your dreams 🥺🥺🥺

You're so sweet WAAAAAAAH these comments literally made my day so much, thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

vampire!Baekhyun x Reader: sweet bloody talk. [+18]

Word count: 7 479

Date of release: 5th November 2023

Warnings: s*xual content, mentions of blood.

Author's notes: @synthetickitsune I swear I had the entire draft ready before you posted yours, but I feel like we have one shared brain cell for some things LOL

The first thing you took note of upon entering the club was that the music was better than you expected from the mediocre and obscure premise. This type of music was not something you usually heard in dancing places – it was more on the heavy side, and it gave off the vibe of 80’s goths and black platform heels adorned with spikes. Not your regular music choice, but you couldn’t say that you were disappointed.

It was supposed to be just a few hours of relax. You felt a bit distraught recently, with books and other home entertainments feeling like you’re starting to drown in a routine. You needed a variety, even though your friends group consisted mostly of people who didn’t care for parties, and you yourself had no idea as to what people are supposed to do at one. Even the club was something you found online and not through a recommendation. You were shamelessly aware that you chose it just because the menu appeared cheaper than in others, and they would let ladies in for free if they wore heels. A bit sexist in your opinion, but free entry was free entry after all.

The place wasn’t too crowded, but the spots by the bar were all busy, and with the customers gathered around – a lot of them for such an early hour – you quickly came to a conclusion that you’d rather sit down somewhere else and look around to see if there’s anything for you to do.

You hated dancing.

It’s not that it was impossible to sway from one side to the other on repeat. But you were awfully aware how lame it must have looked while done by someone who didn’t represent excess of physical appeal, and so, since it didn’t bring you any joy either, you avoided it at all costs. For the same reason, the dancing floor was definitely not an interesting place to look at. And besides, everyone was still too sober for their dancing skills to become entertaining.

The spot you found, a bar chair by a tall, round table with the top made of glass, was a good lookout point. A row of tables like such was on a not so tall podium along the wall, so the heads of the people were a bit below and you could see the entire ground floor of the club very well. Guests were still coming in.

There was a part of the club, though, that, although in the range of your sight, didn’t appear reachable at all – the upper floor. A balcony with glass balustrade shined above the heads of all people gathered in the dancing floor. The VIP zone.

Your eyes, bored of looking down, traveled up automatically, trying to have a look at anyone there. You suspected that the VIP zone of such an average place was occupied by college students and corporates going at party nights. In fact, the only person that was looking out the balustrade at the moment, with his eyes fixated somewhere by the bar, was a tall and well-built boy who could as well be a basketball player, dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. You snorted quietly, realizing that in any of the books you read, he would be a multimillionaire, spotting an average girl in the crowd below, falling in love at the first sight…

“Whatcha looking at?”

You jumped and almost fell off your chair at the voice that sounded out next to you.

Your eyes shot to the person who was currently sitting in the chair next to yours, watching you with a polite, non-intrusive smile. Although the fact you didn’t notice him join in freaked you out, he didn’t appear ill-intended. Yet, you didn’t miss a small smirk in the corner of his lip at the sudden reaction that you graced his question with.

“Oh… Nothing, really, just people” you answered, composing yourself. A small part of you wanted to carry on some sort of conversation just to not stay completely alienated for the rest of the night. But the remaining part of you had no idea, how. “How’s your evening?” you asked out of no better choice.

The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and smiled widely, acknowledging that you’re not against the interaction.

“A bit boring, to be honest. I came here with some friends, but they all already busied themselves with stuff. What about you? Who did you come with?”

His voice was tender and careful, and his face looked very soft. You took a moment to acknowledge a simple baseball cap on his head, pulled on a bit too low so that he had to tilt his head backwards to see what’s on his eye level. He also wore a black, plain bomber jacket that made you think he’s a part of some college team – but there were no logos or other signs anywhere that would hint to his affiliation. In fact, you quickly came to the conclusion that it’s just his fashion choice.

“I actually came here alone” you blabbered without a second thought. “I’m not really a party person, to be honest…”

“Oh. I can tell.”

“Huh?”

Should you feel offended? Your face must have betrayed the uncertainty, because the man’s eyes widened and he visibly panicked at the social mistake.

“No, wait, sorry. It’s just that… if a stranger asks you about who you came with, even if you come alone, you should lie. It’s dangerous to let people know that.” he elaborated.

That actually made sense, you realized. Heck, you must have really had no self-preservation skills if you didn’t think of that before.

“Oh… I, um, thank you? For letting me know?” You scratched your head awkwardly.

He pressed his lips together – you took note of how his cheeks looked sort of cute and squishable when he did that – and smoothly hopped off the seat.

“I think it’s the time for me. Thank you for the talk.” He nodded his head politely and turned around, disappearing in the crowd before you could react appropriately.

You let out a defeated sigh. You came to this party to have a relaxing evening, but you must have messed up your possibly only chance to have a conversation with someone sober and not a creep. People were starting to slowly get drunk and you had a feeling that anytime soon, the only people coming up for a talk would be drunk college boys that the club was at this time of the year full of.

You glanced hopefully up at the glass balustrade of the VIP zone, but this time there was no one in sight.

It must have been around midnight when you looked at yourself in the club’s bathroom mirror, taking note of the tiredness heaving down your features. You were bored out of your mind, the music was echoing in your skull way too loud at this point, and the little alcohol you had in the meantime only made you a bit distraught rather than relaxed. Those were signs that it was definitely the time to go home.

You wrapped your trench coat around yourself as you left the building and went into the dark street. Cold wind hit your ankles, clad in nothing but a thin layer of stockings that you wore underneath the dress.

You stood nearby the main entrance, reaching out to your phone. You still contemplated whether to order a ride or to seek a cheaper alternative, seeing as the travel by feet must have not been too far from there, and maybe even you could even catch the night bus?

“Hi, are you alone?”

You whipped your head to where the voice was coming from, way too close for your liking.

A man was approaching you at a pace you weren’t sure if you should be comfortable with. His eyes were shining from the amount of alcohol consumed. He swayed to the sides ever so slightly as he walked.

It took you a solid moment to realize you’ve seen him once before – on the balustrade. He must have been on his way home as well.

“Um… I’m going home” you replied a bit shakily when he approached you. With how much taller than you he was, he didn’t have to try hard to hover above you in a hopefully unwittingly threatening posture.

“Will you be okay? I can get you a ride” he spoke sluggishly.

You couldn’t tell just how wary of him you should be; although he didn’t seem ingenuine and it was just the alcohol that made him appear creepy, you reminded yourself that it’s still a stranger. You glanced towards the club – the entry was a bit too far for your liking, but unless he became physical, you should be able to get back and ask for someone to help you out, was he to become too pushy.

“Please let me get you home” he suddenly spoke, sensing your unease. “I won’t bite you, I promise” he added. “I’ve already had enough for today, they don’t taste any good when I’m this drunk” he kept on blabbering and you lifted your eyebrow at the peculiarity of his statement.

“Chanyeol? What the hell are you doing here?”

The two of you turned around to look at the man coming from the club. The silhouette was too dark with the lights in the background, so you couldn’t make out his features well.

“Nothing” the man answered, shaking his head. “I just met this girl and she’s alone and I told her I won’t bite her but I think she’s scared of me” he whined.

Only when the newcomer came close enough, you realized that he also is not an unfamiliar face. The baseball cap betrayed him even before his squishy cheeks did. He spared you a glance and tilted his head to the side, apparently also acknowledging that you’re not a complete stranger. His eyes fell on his friend again.

“Aish, how would you get her home when you’re this drunk? Come and join the rest, we’ll be going home soon.”

“Then you take her home. She’s alone, Baekhyun, girls shouldn’t be alone. What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”

You frowned deeply, having no idea about what was all this weird conversation about. The man – Baekhyun – glanced at you once every few seconds, as though checking your reactions, and he was clearly displeased with the way things were going. He finally sighed.

“You talk too much, Yeol. Come on, let’s go.”

The man named Chanyeol huffed, but finally gave up and started moving back towards the entrance.

Baekhyun stayed behind, only making sure that his friend has gone in the right direction, and then looked at you with his face unreadable.

“Sorry for that. He didn’t mean anything bad, he just doesn’t control his tongue when he’s drunk.”

“Yeah… I could tell… Sorry.”

He lifted his eyebrow.

“Don’t say sorry when you haven’t done anything bad.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you sure it’s just parties that you’re not into? It looks like you don’t have much human interaction at all” he commented with a smirk. You laughed awkwardly.

“I usually handle it better, really. Not like, very good, but I swear I’m not an alien.”

He laughed warmly.

“Thank God, I was starting to consider giving you a ride too, but what if I had to get you back on another planet? Don’t have enough gas for that” he joked. It was quite lame of a joke, but you couldn’t help but utter a small laugh. After a bit of alcohol and at this hour, it was hard not to go alone with the lame sense of humor.

“Was it your way of offering a ride?” you dared to ask.

Baekhyun grinned.

“Maybe. Would you like?”

“I…” You bit on your lip, suddenly realizing that the offer had probably more to it than a mere act of kindness. “…don’t want to give you hope for something I can’t give” you stated carefully.

The man’s smile fell.

“Don’t ever worry about things like that. It’s not your problem if someone gets hope for something you never offered yourself. I just felt like giving you a ride, you don’t need to think of ways to return a favor or anything.” He appeared satisfied with his speech, and hid hands in the pockets of his jacket, soft and reassuring smile returning to his face.

You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a relief washing over you and a smile appearing on your own face as well.

“That’s… nice” you only answered. “In this case, I’d love to get home with you. I… I mean-” you realized your words were a bit ambiguous. “…You know what I mean.”

Baekhyun only laughed warmly.

“I know, I know. Come on, I parked nearby.” He pulled car keys out of his pocket and swung them in the air. “But, by the way, don’t just accept rides from strangers. It’s dangerous.”

Baekhyun’s car was more comfortable than the public transport you were used to, and also sitting in the front felt way nicer than the backseats of a taxi. The music was calmer and quieter than in the club, and although it also wasn’t the genre you were used to, it almost lulled you to sleep as the two of you sat in a pleasant silence for about half of the ride.

“Won’t your friends get worried that you didn’t come back to them?” you eventually spoke, trying to start a conversation. Your time together appeared to be limited, and you didn’t want to waste a chance to get to know the man better.

“I shot them a message” Baekhyun replied with his gaze fixated on the changing lights and the cars in the intersection. “I wasn’t drinking because I was supposed to be their ride but they also met some people at the party, so they’ll be fine” he elaborated.

“Ah, I see. Well. I’m lucky that you were supposed to be the ride anyway” you shrugged. Baekhyun smiled at that but didn’t continue the conversation.

You were still a few minutes away from your apartment and you really, really didn’t want the ride to end so quickly. Even silence in Baekhyun’s presence was just too comfortable. How was it possible that you felt so much ease with a man you barely met? Maybe it was because his comments regarding your safety seemed to be genuine, and you appreciated them. Maybe they were just his way of getting your trust, but you just didn’t seem to mind.

There were still other questions you could use to get him to talk to you.

“I just recalled, what were those things your friend was talking about? I know he was drunk, but he mentioned biting like two or three times. What’s up with that?”

Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed slightly. Slight tension in his jaw didn’t pass your attention either.

“Uh…” He shrugged after a moment of thought. “Consider it an inside joke in our group of friends.”

“An inside joke?” You genuinely laughed. “Maybe you’re the aliens? What if your car gets me on the Moon instead of home?”

The man laughed awkwardly.

“Well, we’re peculiar in our own ways. But I promise the car is earthly” he assured with a grin.

You knew the area pretty well and it didn’t take long before you arrived at your address, Baekhyun’s car coming to a stop almost opposite of the building entry. The man turned the engine off and got up, opening the door for you before you even prepared yourself to leave the vehicle. You got out hurriedly and quickly straightened your clothes.

“You good? You got everything?” he asked, glancing at the seat to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything. You nodded.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You’re welcome.” His voice was tender and calm, but you had a feeling that the unspoken question is there.

You cleared your throat.

“Um… Would you… like to come upstairs?”

“Hm?”

Because of what he said before, you were certain he did not want to make any assumptions or take things for granted. Yet, you didn’t want to leave him in the dark, and you were positive that for his honesty, he deserved some transparency from your side as well.

“Just…”

Yet, were you ready to offer more than you initially planned? What was there to lose, after all?

But how would you feel if he rejected you, or if you didn’t meet the expectations – that was so not like you to offer such a thing, and you never wanted to have short-term partners to begin with.

But Baekhyun clearly was a gentleman, and if he was to reject you, it would have to be out of care and not because you disappointed him. Or at least you desperately wanted to believe so.

And besides, why would he reject you if he went out of his way to give you a ride home? Even if he was mature enough not to expect anything, it’s not like he would offer it to someone who didn’t spike at least an ounce of his interest.

“[F/n]?”

You jumped at the sound of your name; you must have drowned in your thoughts instead of answering the question.

“Oh. Sorry. I um… It’s not a situation I’m usually in. But I just… don’t want this evening to end this fast.”

“You know you don’t owe me anything, right?” He announced calmly, but there was some shade of threat in the way he said it, as if there was something urging him to give you the last chance to take it back and part your ways.

“I know. That’s why I don’t promise anything. But I want to try. You’re… fun to be around.”

At that, his face instantly lightened, and he chuckled softly.

“Thank you. You’re fun to be around, too.”

The night was chilly, and so you welcomed with gratitude the warmth that surrounded you the moment you entered your apartment. The place was rather decent as for one person inhabiting it, and you rented it at a rather cheap price from an elderly lady who at some age decided to move in with her family. Although you were allowed to refurnish it, you actually enjoyed the old style of creaking floor and black-and-white pictures on the walls covered in an old wallpaper. Even the old TV remained in its place, although it wasn’t catching the signal anymore. Baekhyun looked around curiously.

“You live here alone?” he asked.

“Yeah. But it’s not mine, I’m renting for another few years” you elaborated while taking off your coat and shoes, motioning for Baekhyun to do the same. “I’d like to buy my own but it’s still a while before I can even afford a mortgage.” The man nodded slowly in acknowledgment, following you cautiously as you soon entered the kitchen, turning on all the small lights on the way, making sure that the whole apartment was at least partially lit. “Bathroom is over there if you need” you briefly waved in the right doors’ direction. “You want something to eat?”

Baekhyun’s metaphorical ears perked up. He saw you point at the fridge.

“Oh. Maybe later, thank you.”

“Later?” you grinned. “Just how long are you planning to stay in here?” you teased.

“Hm.” He smiled shyly. “As long as you let me” he purred. You were focused on checking the cabinet’s contents for some quick snack when you heard him shift right behind you, hands hovering around your waist, although not touching just yet.

Your breath hitched. A pack of chocolate chip cookies slipped out of your grasp and fell on the counter below.

“Dammit” you mumbled, reaching to pick it up.

When you turned around, Baekhyun was sitting at your small table, elbow resting on the tabletop and chin on his hand in a fairly confident, although charming – in a way – pose.

“You want some?” You asked mindlessly, putting the cookies on the table and sitting on the second chair awkwardly.

“Later, thank you” he repeated; you internally cringed, realizing it made it seem that you didn’t listen to him earlier.

“Want something to drink then? I imagine you must be at least a bit tired after the party” you offered, feeling a bit awkward about eating the cookies all alone and not providing him with any sort of entertainment in the meantime.

“Don’t worry. It’s nice to just rest in the quiet after all that loud music” Baekhyun said with a gentle smile.

“Is that really so? Or do you just avoid midnight snacking?” you teased, trying to at least carry on with a small-talk.

You caught him stare straight in your eyes, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at his unreadable face.

“I actually believe that a good snack is a good snack regardless of the time” he announced in a tone that made you wonder.

He stood up right as you finished your cookie and came up to you. You observed him curiously as he knelt down, slowly finding himself between your parted knees.

His eyes never left yours, watching out for any signs of discomfort or disagreement.

You felt taken aback by his boldness, feeling your face heat up at the unusual closeness, but you definitely weren’t about to refuse.

His hands finally touched your knees, leaning on them for stability. Your dress was riding up a bit, but not enough to show anything yet.

“May I?” His lips hovered over the skin of your thigh where it was already exposed.

You almost caught yourself nodding mindlessly, but the loud pounding of your heart brought you back to reality.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“Kiss your leg” he specified with a small, warm laugh that both calmed you and embarrassed you even more at once. “May I?”

“Yes” you answered quickly before you could lose control over your voice again.

More serious again, Baekhyun leaned down and pressed a slow, chaste kiss into your heated skin. Then another, a bit higher, but still as if the edge of your dress was a border he wasn’t going to cross. His both hands massaged the outer sides of your knees.

“You’re so nervous” the man noted, at which your face got even redder.

“Well, uh…”

“Do I make you shy?” he teased. You stuttered incoherently in response.

Baekhyun let out a soft laughter, pushing himself up and extending his hand to help you up as well. You followed and fixed your dress in hurry.

“U-uh.”

You awkwardly wavered your hand towards the bedroom’s door, hoping the man gets the hint, knowing that your voice would betray you completely, were you to utter such a bold request.

But he didn’t even look in that direction, his hand reaching to your chin instead and he lifted your face up, placing a small kiss on your cheek.

“Oh. Thank you.”

At that, he laughed even louder.

“Thank you? Really?”

“What else was I supposed to answer…?” you huffed, not sure if he was trying to insult you with the mockery.

“No, no, don’t worry, it was actually quite a cute thing to say” he explained.

“Oh, well…”

His fingers gently brushed your lips, and all the thoughts left your mind as you let him maneuver your face towards his. Warm breath hit your nose as he looked down at you from up close, all small details of his face so sharp and clear, and his glistening eyes fixated on the way your face subtly changed in reaction to his doings.

He tilted his head to the side, smirk present on his soft-looking lips, and you felt as though at that exact moment, he had you right in his grasp – up to the heart of yours beating exactly as he conducted, you thought.

With another peck to your other cheek, he suddenly pulled away.

You swayed, feeling like you’re going to collapse the moment his fingers no longer kept your face in place. You were lightheaded. Baekhyun was proud of himself.

He stepped towards the corridor that led to your bedroom, and this time, it was you who followed.

He crossed the door, glancing over his shoulder as if to make sure you’re not lost on your way.

And right when you thought that at least this small part of your way will be peaceful and almost boring, this one, small thing came to your vision, turning everything upside down.

Right ahead of yourself, behind Baekhyun’s silhouette, on the wall. A mirror, adorned with an antique, golden frame, one you used every day to get ready, one that had been there ever since you remembered, and one that was the last thing in the world you’d expect to surprise you.

You looked closely; your eyes couldn’t be possibly playing tricks. It was just you with all the walls and furnishings that you knew.

But Baekhyun, standing there and glancing at you, did not reflect in that mirror.

You froze in place, staring in your own eyes of the reflection. The man’s smile fell, noting the sudden change of mood. Catching your gaze, he followed it, turning his back to you. His own eyes finally fell on the mirror and he gawked.

“Oh. Oh, wow.”

Without waiting for you to speak any of the thoughts currently hurling in your mind, he slowly walked over to the mirror as if just about as surprised as you were, but with genuine curiosity as well. His hand reached but stopped right before touching the smooth surface, and instead grazed the mirror’s frame, admiring the piece of fine furniture.

You stood in your place, still uncertain how to react. But he did not seem as confused, you realized – as if, although not expecting the phenomenon, he knew exactly what it was caused by.

“Fascinating…” he finally spoke in a soft voice. “Really, I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen one like this” he talked with childlike thrill. “It’s old, isn’t it?” He looked back at you, but his smile fell once again, noting you were nowhere close to sharing his excitement.

He let go of the mirror’s frame and took a step towards you, face tense and determined.

Something in you screamed, some sort of self-preservation instinct reminded you of its presence, calling out to you: this is a threat! This isn’t normal! It’s a sign, run!

Can’t move.

You stood there, completely stunned, as Baekhyun finally closed the proximity, finding himself right in front of you.

Was it some sort of manipulation, or was it just you – that the fear in your guts somehow mixed with arousal?

“What… is that?” you dared to ask in a tone as tough as you could make it.

He stepped that one step too close, making you stumble backwards. One step more, one more, and he had you leaning against the wall by the bedroom’s door, somewhat cornered, yet with enough room to flee if you so wished.

“If…” Hearing his voice this close made you flinch slightly, and he turned his tone down a bit. “If you tell me to leave, I’ll leave. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The last words made the heart thump in your chest.

“But… you could.”

“I could.”

“Were you going to?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, breathing in deeply.

“Not… much.”

You stared at him, still uncertain and confused.

“Who are you?”

He stepped back again. Your eyes moved between his silhouette and the mirror behind when he stood right next to it, giving you the best picture of his non-reflecting self.

“I’ll give you a fun fact instead” he announced, lips curling into a grin again. “Your mirror is very old. I actually don’t remember the last time I’ve had this happen to me. Because mirrors nowadays don’t do that. Do you know why?”

You had no clue what he was going at – you shook your head.

“Because mirrors nowadays are usually made of glass and aluminum. Or stuff like that, I’m not so sure, really” he shrugged, unbothered. You still weren’t able to finish the thought off, a small piece still lacking for you to understand it. Baekhyun sensed that, and he patiently continued – speaking the last few words to put all of the puzzle together for you. “What they used to be made of in the past?”

You gawked at him.

“…” The breath got caught in your throat. “Silver. They… They used to be made of silver.”

“Voila.” Baekhyun spread his arms, as if presenting himself to you. “And before you try to think of all the possible creatures that have silver allergy written into their lore, just know I’m not the only one you had a chance to meet tonight.”

You recalled the stranger you met at the bar, Baekhyun’s friend whose words had spiked your curiosity the moment they echoed in the dark street.

I won’t bite you, I promise.

What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”

His eyes sparkled as he watched all the small bits come together in your head. Slow enlightenment displayed within your facial expressions with hundreds of subtle emotions, and piece by piece, the deduction snowballed, becoming more and more apparent, bared for him to drink the sadistic satisfaction from.

That was when you recalled his own words.

A good snack is a good snack regardless of the time.

“You… were going to bite me?” you finally uttered, voice breaking with every syllable.

He let his arms fall to his sides, smile softening, head tilted slightly backwards – your eyes spotted his fangs, sharper and whiter than human teeth, exposed by him for you to admire.

“If you tell me to leave now, I’ll leave” he repeated, but his tone made it clear that he already knew you weren’t going to do that.

In fact, even you knew from a while ago that your curiosity was too strong to let him off the hook – you felt like you caught a sort of urban legend, and you’d hate yourself for letting him flee without getting a hold of all his secrets.

Ultimately, though, it was the sensation of getting preyed on by him that – you realized – lit a fire inside of your body, and made your insides burn with want.

“Stay, please” you uttered in a small voice, as if too shy to request something this impure. “I want to know… more” you whispered, convincing yourself to look back at him. Your eyes fell on his fangs again, so unnaturally sharp despite not appearing that much longer than in a human. You recalled when he kissed your thigh earlier, and shivered, realizing how close it was, how easily he could have…

“You’re thinking too much” he suddenly interrupted, noting that you were so endorsed in the chaotic train of thoughts that you were just hyping yourself into anxiety at this point.

He lifted his hand towards your face, slowly and carefully, as if to test the waters. You weren’t sure if you should let him. Maybe, in some twisted way, it would be easier if he didn’t ask – if he just grabbed you and forcefully bit into your neck, so you could experience that mysterious sensation of falling a prey to possibly the only creature on the earth that could realistically impose threat to the mankind. You felt a nervous, but exciting sensation in your gut.

You didn’t even manage to react before his fingers gently brushed your cheek. You were already a goner, leaning into his hand on instinct. The fear became thrill instead.

“Here you go, good girl” he whispered with content.

Not waiting any further, he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a small whimper when his lips touched your heated up skin. You felt his fangs graze the sensitive surface, but no pain followed, only the sweet feeling of a chaste, open-mouthed kiss.

“Oh…”

He kissed slowly down your cleavage, hands running down your silhouette along with his lips. He breathed into the space where the hem of your dress ended, not daring to go further. You were still stunned, still too shaken to invite him in, but you didn’t oppose even one bit when he put his hands below your thighs and lifted you up, your arms automatically anchoring around his neck.

He was so gentle with you when he carried you over to your bed and placed you down on your back with utmost care. The bed sheets were cold below your body, your dress doing close to nothing to soothe the sudden sensation. But Baekhyun’s – against what you would think – was impossibly warm against yours when he hovered above you for a few moments, your legs wrapped around his waist just a bit longer. He placed another kiss on your cheek.

“May I?” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“Kiss your lips.” You cupped his face with your hands. “May I?”

“Go ahead.”

It seemed like he did it on purpose, not leaning in to make it any easier for you, and you had to strain yourself to reach him. Your lips touched, the sensation – absolutely breathtaking. His fingers gently wrapped around your neck, pushing you down into the mattress, but following the motion with his own mouth, deepening the kiss with a sense of roughness, overpowering you in a way. He nibbled at your lower lip, letting you feel the sharp edge of his fangs.

“Will you bite me?

“I think I will.”

“Why haven’t you yet?”

He broke the kiss and smirked down at you.

“Are you impatient?”

“Do you want me to beg for it?” you uttered, trying to sound irritated, although at heart knowing that you were close to doing so anyway. You were, in fact, impatient.

“Maybe later. Will you?”

“I…”

He didn’t let you finish, his grip on your thighs suddenly strengthening and you yelped, feeling his nails dig hard into your flesh. Your breath instantly quickened, sensation quickly becoming unbearable.

Taking all the time in the world, he finally released the hold, stroking your abused skin in comfort instead.

“Easy, love. See?  It’s just my fingers. You wouldn’t take my fangs just yet.”

He knelt back between your legs. Your dress’ lower hem was almost at your underwear from being carried by him earlier, and Baekhyun’s hands traced up your bare thighs, once again taking note of any sign of discomfort or displeasure.

You felt nervous, more than ever. Not only because you weren’t used to such casual endeavors. Something in you felt stressed about disappointing such a superior creature, still feeling like it’s a one-in-the-lifetime chance that you got.

Baekhyun seemed to sense your worry perfectly, and he leaned down to ground you with a kiss to your knee.

“You’re beautiful” he spoke with no ounce of hesitation or doubt. “And you smell delicious” he added. Such a peculiar thing to hear, you thought, yet your face heated up, as if the second compliment was much more meaningful than the first. “May I… taste you down here?” His hand slid down your inner thigh, stopping at your dress.

You opened your mouth, but, quickly realizing your voice won’t align with your intentions, you instead nodded – a bit too eagerly, involuntarily holding your breath.

He took all the time in the world, allowing you to get accustomed to his touch as he slowly lifted your dress, finally displaying your underwear, at which you let out a small, shy whimper. He pushed the fabric even higher, and you took the hint to sit up and take it off fully, now left in nothing but a black lingerie – a set you almost only wore to parties when you wanted to feel especially well put-together, and now you silently thanked yourself for this habit.

He now moved up and kissed the skin between your breasts, smoothly tracing his lips down to your stomach and stopping briefly above the hem of your panties, fingers hooking around the edge. With one last glance at your burning up face, Baekhyun slowly pulled your underwear down, taking his sweet time and enjoying the way you only squirmed quietly, held right at the edge of sanity with such a simple interaction.

“Breathe” he reminded you, discarding the fabric to the side, his own exhale hitting your private parts, now exposed for him to see.

He placed yet another comforting kiss on your mound.

“You’re okay, you’re safe” he whispered.

Although his words comforted you, he didn’t wait for you to calm down; quite the opposite, in fact, when he finally put his mouth around your pearl, overwhelming you with just the proximity. His eyes were fixated on yours in a predator-like way, drinking in your reactions and gaining sadistic pleasure from the way you could no longer control your body.

The room filled with wet noises that mixed with your own voice. Your moans slowly became more and more obscene as Baekhyun’s mouth worked shamelessly around your private parts with care, yet ease, as if he knew all bits of your body and didn’t even need to think twice, getting all the sensations, all the pressure, all the pace – perfectly right, pulling you further and further into the immense pleasure.

You were ready to relax and fall deep into the sensations, when he suddenly dug his nails into your thighs again, forcing you awake.

You yelped and tried to squirm away, but his hold only strengthened. Your breath hitched when you took the cue to stay still until the grasp once again dissipated.

“Don’t you feel too good?” he mocked. You glanced back at him – his eyes were shining red, face darker than just moments ago, threatening.

“B-Baekhyun…”

Should you feel scared at that moment? Should you understand that this man was a monster? Maybe. But it felt just too good to be in his hands, to be toyed with and hurt so sweetly. It was like a reward to know that out of all people, he chose you as his prey. There was some primal pleasure in being this little, naive girl that fell right into his trap, that allowed him to sweet-talk her into giving up her will of survival.

In a surge of confidence, you put your hand on top of his head, pushing him to resume what he was doing so well just moments ago. Baekhyun didn’t object, only letting out an amused huff when his lips wrapped around your clit once again, sucking on it gently and letting you once again melt in the sweet sensation. Your fingers clutched his hair, letting you release some of the tension, and when he hummed into your skin, you held it so tightly you for a second worried about causing him pain.

But he didn’t say a word and you quickly realized, it must have not bothered him in the slightest. His eyes slipped closed, now fully fixated on devouring you, hands holding your hips down to prevent you from squirming, hold just a bit too strong, just to cause you the slightest amount of pain, just to remind you what he was capable of.

Your whole body trembled, approaching the sweet release. Baekhyun’s mouth was relentless, and he read your reactions perfectly, his pace and movements perfectly designed to drive you insane.

With your thighs pressing together, you clutched his hair even harder. You were starting to convulse, letting out incoherent whimpers. Baekhyun’s fingers, dug into your thighs so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if they drew blood, no longer hurt – it was all mixing together, the proximity of his existence alone already overwhelming your senses, but the passion, the warmth, the textures, the sounds – it all sucked you in further and further, riding you off any remains of sanity that you may have had left.

Suddenly, right as you were about to reach the peak, everything stopped for less than a second; a void so sudden you didn’t even manage to register it.

And then, like a thunder through your body, Baekhyun’s fangs pierced the soft skin around your clit. He sucked hard on both your blood and your pearl, and you instantly came undone, crying out in pleasure and agony.

Your vision went white for what felt like ages and you felt like you were floating in the outer space; for those heavenly moments, you were not even sure if you’re still alive, but your thoughts mingled and dissipated too fast to formulate a coherent sentence. Whether Baekhyun was still there or not, you would not be able to tell; your mind was blank, and he could as well have left you moments ago – except the pain that was slowly starting to materialize again was an excellent proof that he was still present, and when your body finally came down from its high, you managed to register him down there, still between your thighs, with his arms wrapped around them in an almost loving-like manner.

You had absolutely no idea when did he bit into your thigh instead, letting your most fragile bits calm down from the overstimulation, but it looked like he was so endorsed in tasting your sweet blood that it took you a few long moments before he finally acknowledged you’re watching him. Your lower body was limp, small shivers running here and there, but any pain no longer present, your flesh too worn out to take note of it.

Sensing your gaze, Baekhyun slowly pulled his fangs out of your skin, carefully as to not damage it further, and then sent you a smug, bloody smile, hand caressing your hip.

“Welcome back” he spoke. “Took you a while.”

You tried to push yourself into the sitting position, but even your arms wouldn’t listen, and you fell back down in exhaustion.

Maybe it was merciful of him to climb up and hover above you, letting you look at his full figure even when you could no longer move to watch him yourself. A drop of your blood slipped from the corner of his lip, landing on your own. You curiously reached to it with your tongue, and Baekhyun didn’t wait a second, pressing his lips into your own, taking that sweet droplet back but giving you a taste of the metallic flavor in its full glory. A short, but rough nib to your lip made you let out a small, helpless whimper, tears emerging in the corners of your eyes – with the amount of overstimulation, even that much was already too much, and you were so worn out, so weak, so overdone.

“Just a bit more, love.”

His lips once again found themselves on your neck, kissing so tenderly that you barely felt it.

The prickling pain that followed no longer caused you to recoil; your body was growing weak, too weak to handle it anymore. You were getting drained beyond the stage of quick recovery, and you could tell, there was nothing you could do at this point to stop it.

Just a bit more, just a few more sips.

“You taste so good.”

Biting into the top of your breast now, closer to your heart. You didn’t feel it anymore, only phantom sensations somewhere far away.

You were at the brink of unconsciousness when he finally pulled away. A bit carelessly, he knelt up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dark burgundy-shining eyes fixated on your fading ones.

Although you still had it in yourself to look back at him, the world around you was gradually collapsing, and it was only those burgundy eyes that kept you right above the surface, but so about to drown.

“My… I may have overdone it. Are you still there?”

He sounded marginally worried, as if coming across a small incident, and not a human life that was on the line.

You blinked and moved your fingers ever so slightly, just to let him know you’re still conscious, although barely.

The man smiled at that softly, clear relief washing over his face.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of that.”

He reached to your cheek, patting it gently. It felt a bit grotesque; his skin was so warm as opposed to yours, chill from the lack of blood and paler than ever.

But his touch felt nice, and, although you knew that the slumber you’d fall into would not be natural and the next hours would possibly decide your fate, it felt like you were falling into a dream instead; you were growing addicted to his presence, and you could do nothing to stop it. You were a goner.

“I’ll make sure of that, because I cannot possibly waste a fine snack like you. It’s just the beginning, love. Better recover fast.”

Ahh, I'm actually proud of this one, hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing! Also don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts, and hopefully, more vampire content will be coming in the future!