#i should be home drinking to another year on this earth with my seemingly unreachable goals laid out before me

[idalenn]

Just gonna make a quick change to my intro

[noir0neko]

5:01- jhk(m)

the only thing thicker than water is blood.

(m)-mature / 4.1k words / vampire!hoseok / enjoy ! 

req; vampire hobi. that's all I'd like to request you can do whatever kind of drabble or fic you please, but I need some vampire hobi 

*before you read please know there is death involved in the fic, so stop or be cautious before proceeding on if that is triggering for you, thank you* 

Current Time: 03:48 pm

You remove your sunglasses once you’re on his porch, adjusting the top of your bathing suit beneath your long shirt before knocking on his front door. Hoseok has lived here alone for barely a month now, and after being friends with him for so long, you find it odd that one day he just decided to leave his childhood home, abandon his family, and somehow get rich enough to buy this mansion along the beach that the two of you had met staring at from the outside.

But every time you went to ask him about it, something stopped you, or every time you thought you’d asked the last time you spoke to him, the answer seemed to have been completely forgotten in some unreachable corner of your brain. And in a peculiar twist of fate, the more you wanted to ask, the less you had answers to, and though you have been dying to see him, you only just now felt compelled to accept his invitation to come over for a swim.

He answers the door in nothing but swimming shorts, the deep lines and muscle along his chest marking him as different from the boy you remembered as well, letting him pull you in for a warm hug, nose nuzzling into your neck affectionately before letting you go.

“Finally!” He gives you a big smile, leading you from the entryway into the huge living room, “you accepted my invitation to come swim.”

“Sorry,” you say bashfully without reason, setting down your bag and looking around his new home. High, vaulted ceiling with beautiful chandeliers and crown molding stretch thirty feet high, huge windows, lush couches, flat screen TV’s, stainless steel appliances, and hand crafted flooring surrounds you. The house alone must have cost him a couple million dollars, and the things within no doubt stretched close to that amount as well, running a hand along the back of his velvet sofa with a seemingly unworthy hand.

“Did you move all of this by yourself?” You ask instead of what you truly want to know.

“Sure did,” he gives a satisfied look around the room, ushering you through the open layout and through a pair of sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard and private strip of beach. His eyes are watching your face, calculating your response to the almost magical scenery in front of you.

The sun is just starting to set over the curvature of the Earth, ocean spreading back to meet it with its curling sea foam. Bushes with large blooming flowers, trees with fruit, and vibrantly green grass surround the area by the Olympic size infinity pool, water perfectly clear and bubbling with jets from all sides. There are two plastic cups on his patio table, the only indication the space has ever been touched, looking impeccable and perfect.

You are smiling, near laughter at how excessive it seems, how in the span of one day, Hoseok up and made what the two of you had talked about as kids a reality.

“You always loved this place,” you wistfully turn to him, air blowing strands of hair in front of your face.

His expression matches yours, plump lips turning up with softness. “You did too.”

“Neither of us ever thought the millionaires would move out so we could squat in it.”

“Well, I am a millionaire now,” Hoseok vaguely responds, “and we don’t have to squat. We can live.���

“Why would anyone leave here?” You wonder, your brain replaying his ‘we’ in your brain, letting the sun's descending rays kiss your face, “it’s like a little slice of heaven on earth.”

“I think they found another place calling them,” Hoseok says, eyes tied to the ocean beyond his yard. Everything about him seems sharper than it did a month ago, his face has built out, he’s lost all of the baby fat his cheeks once held, he seems more aware, alert, and laid back all at the same time. The once scaredy cat of a friend you had now seems afraid of nothing.

A few years ago, you and Hoseok had met on the shores of the very beach the two of you stared at, both admiring the same house that was now his. You found him insanely attractive from the moment you saw him, and although you had been dating someone else at the time, Hoseok made you feel alive in more ways than who you were with ever did. He made you smile, laugh, held you when you cried, and became everything to you over the time you spent together.

And after your previous relationship fell apart, he dragged you out to a party where a game of spin the bottle was occurring. And in a night that would change the platonic state of things, you were chosen, Hoseok was spinning, and the makeout session that followed continued on into a passionate display of deep lust in the middle of his friends living room that shut the door on friendship and opened another into something more.

His parents had always been against him dating, and with you so fresh out of an old relationship, you felt it safe to give yourself time before starting something new. Then four weeks ago, he asked you on a date, and safe seemed completely irrelevant to the pounding of your heart and excitement in your veins. Your favorite restaurant along the pier was his chosen spot, with the fish tanks covering every wall and the open windows and amazing food.

And just as you were leaving to head there, he had called you, out of breath, like he was running, towards something, from something, he wouldn’t say, telling you not to come, telling you to stay inside, telling you that he couldn’t make it, and that he loved you. That he loved you.

Then he was silent for two days,  and when he called again here he was. Saying he moved into that mansion the two of you met in front of and inviting you over for a swim sometime, like nothing ever happened. You wanted to ask why, why he changed, why things were so different, and why he told you those things that night, but you couldn’t. The words never left your lips and your thumbs never typed the text, it felt impossible, like a barrier had pushed its way between your thoughts and your tongue.

“What are you thinking about?” Hoseok implores, poking himself into your thoughts. You turn to him suddenly, searching his eyes for a trace of the warm brown irises that used to be there. But there’s nothing. And the burning curiosity threatens to kill you.

“Just admiring everything,” you impulsively lie, turning your back to him before he can call your bluff, “are we going to swim or just hang around all night?”

He chuckles, a sunshine like sound that brings color to your cheeks. “I was going to make some drinks first.”

“Since when do you drink?” He’s going back inside, trailing behind his frame like a puppy. You feel more drawn, yet more distant to him than ever. He has definitely changed, but how. How?

“Since now,” he shrugs nonchalantly, pulling two stout cups, prefilled with a weird reddish liquid from the fancy, chef’s refrigerator he has, “I’m prepared.” He says with a mischievous grin. He notices your skeptical look, holding out the drink with a raise of his brows, “come on, weenie, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?”

You look at the clock, 4:12 pm. Close enough.“Did you fill it with poison?” You half joke, watching his face as it follows your hand in grabbing the glass from his.

“Yep,” he responds, “I have a secret stash of killer herbs in the basement.”

You laugh, allowing him to take a sip before you raise the drink to your lips. It smells strong, definitely like it will burn going down, steeling yourself with pursed lips before letting it pass the fleshy barrier.

Bad mistake.

“You definitely should go back to being a non-alcoholic,” you choke on the acidic contents, liquid spilling onto the marble counters when you slam the glass down. Your entire body is on fire, and the weird metallic taste left in your mouth from whatever he mixed makes you feel sick, bracing your hands on the island and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Did you swallow it?” He asks, downing the rest of his and licking his lips.

“I think it dissolved my throat on the way down,” you cough, giving him a pitiful glance.

He gives you a warm smile, coming around to put his hand on your back, “maybe the cool pool with quell the flames?”

His voice is melodic, slow, drawing a nod out of you and focusing on the warm of his hand as he leads you into the yard once more. The world seems fuzzy, and your skin feels hot and tingly, trying to clear your eyes to no avail. Hoseok’s hair is moving with the wind, back and forth, back and forth, like the swinging of a pendulum.

He lets you stop to slip off your dress, the second that his hand is gone from yours creating a deep void in the pit of your stomach, kicking off your sandals and feeling his eyes graze over your body, skin clear and radiating with the afternoon sky. You reach back for his hand, and he allows you to take it, keeping the course to the edge of the pool.

“Where do you see yourself in ten years?” He asks, voice sounding far away yet so close, “answer me honestly.”

You blink, the water warm and cement smooth against your feet as you take a step into the water after him. He is still holding your hand, slowly pacing himself with getting the two of you into the pool. You don’t have to think, brain unfiltering the words as they candidly fall from your mouth.

“I want to have traveled the world, maybe own a couple of houses in my favorite spots with gorgeous views like this one. A well paying job, a comfortable living, with no place I have to be tied down to. Just you, I want to be tied down with you. We can go to every country and learn every language and see every monument and only worry about where we are going next and not how we are going to get there.”

“That’s an awful lot for just ten years,” he observes, side profile coming into view as he partially turns, falling sunshine illuminating him like a glowing angel.

“I’m a dreamer,” you breathe, now waist deep into the water, hearing it lap over the edges with the intrusion of your bodies.

“Have you ever dreamed of me?” He leads you into deeper waters, where your chest is now submerged, turning around and letting his hand slide up your arm to free itself of the chlorine.

“Yes,” you say, taking your lower lip between your teeth.

“Do you think you can be completely honest with me?” He wonders.

“Of course,” you immediately respond, arms alight with goosebumps.

“Have you ever heard the expression: ‘blood is thicker than water’?”

“Not for you,” the words are like spaghetti, his fingers pulling the noodles from your throat without your permission, “you just left your family for-” His hand tightens around your upper arm, cutting off your sentence abruptly.

“I didn’t leave you.”

“I’m not your blood, your family.”

“But you’re the only person I need in my life. The only person I could never live without, even if it would be for your own good-”

“My own good?” You lose your breath as his fingers trace the outline of your face.

His eyes are searching yours, looking for something within them. You are too, you’re looking for him. You’re looking for the person you knew and not the one who is before you now. You love him, no doubt about that, but the confusion about who the person you loved had become eats at you. He is the same, but different. Him, but not him all the same.

“You’re so beautiful,” he fingers a strand of your hair, capturing a part of your soul with the look he gives you. Everything about him is stunning, clarifying and beautiful, from the slope of his nose, to the bow of his lips, to the shape of his eyebrows rounding his eyes. He had always been a work of art, but now he mesmerized you, stunned you into silence and kept you still with something so simple as a glance, a release of his breath between your bodies.

You’re staring at his lips, aching to kiss them, wishing with every ounce of your body to feel him, mind no longer fuzzy with disorientation, but with want. With lust. And you forget everything he just said, only focusing on what is happening right now and the acute proximity between your bodies.

“Do you want to kiss me?” The tone of his voice is dark, seductive.

“Yes,” you release a long sigh, closing your eyes and feeling your bones jolt at the contact of him against you. The arrival of his lips is slow, sultry, almost hesitant and boy-like, sparking remnants of who you remember him to be coming through. He is Jung Hoseok, the same person you’ve always known, the same sweet, soft guy who you fell in love with. This new side of him was just that: a side. Not his whole face, just a new part. A very sexy part.

You hook your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and trying to find some control over yourself by holding him to you, hungrily devouring him like the full course meal he is. A smile curves into his lips, hands snaking around to grip your thighs and effortlessly pull them around his waist in the water. Walking backwards, he pushes you up against the wall of the pool for leverage, small pecks heating into a fiery makeout session, his tongue moving along yours to the rhythm of his fingers along your back, playing melodies and creating cacophonies along your skin.

You can barely remember your first name with the way he’s kissing you, grinding your body into his midsection and letting the world around you fall away in favor of him. He is all you see, all you feel, all you sense, the burning metallic taste still in the back of your throat intensifying with his alcohol stained lips. Everything about his grip is possessive, every sound from his throat claims you, ankles falling back down to the floor and nearly stepping on his toes to get as close to him as humanly possible.

He traces the outline of your bathing suit bottoms, sneakily hooking a finger under the wet elastic and running his forefinger along your clit, eliciting a high, needy moan. You brace your palms against his shoulders, feeling the muscle move taut beneath your clasp with the downward movement, rotating his wrist until he is cupping you, sliding a finger into the warm recesses of your body and feeling you tighten with rough pleasure.

You incessantly moan his name, arching your back and breathing sounds of wondrous lust down his throat. Everything he does feels magnified, and when he curls his finger up into your walls, finding that sweet spot within you, a cry leaves your lips that seems to echo into the afternoon beach. He is working pure magic, enticing raw sin, and with every stroke of his finger and flick of his wrist, you are falling further and further into the dark hell he opened up for you, raging brightly with fire and red.  

He uses his thumb and middle finger to pinch you, stomach writhing and twisting with orgasm. Hoseok said you’d be his first, but with the way he was touching you, this was the most insane beginners luck you had ever seen, feeling him so acutely in every cell as he reached exactly where you were the most sensitive and most vulnerable. Your lips are swollen, flower between your legs engorged, and body like a live wire.

“Do you want me to stop?” His breath is hot and low.

“No,” you whine, pitch off key and broken.

Hoseok increases his speed, roughly ravishing you and swallowing all of your sounds and sighs whole with his lips. Pressure begins to build in your spine, a powerhouse ready to unleash itself and spasms racking through you. Endorphins are rushing through your veins, heart pumping impossibly fast, and Hoseok’s lips pressing against your pulse as if to steady it.

“Perfect,” he says, watching your face distort and eyebrows scrunch as you cum, dripping white lust onto his fingers and tightening the velvet of your core around him to further your friction. You’re a mess, vocally and physically straining to stay above water with him as you ride him, swallowing thickly and falling half still when you finish.

But he’s not done, continuing to slowly work you back up and overstimulate you by mercilessly teasing you with his fingers, circling around your clit and pinching the nub while moving his lips down your jaw, listening to your heart continue to race. The sun is bright blue, but you are seeing stars, eyes dazed and lips open as your body moves in synchronization with his, draping your arms around his neck once more as he pulls you back out into the pool.

Hoseok is sucking dark flowers into the skin of your neck, nibbling at the flesh before sinking his teeth into it, ripping a gasp from your lips as you can feel blood dripping from the wound.

He bit you.

Hoseok is groaning loudly, as if in euphoria, licking at the punctured skin and drops of red, finally tasting you for the first and last time. His hands pull you down, lips go back to yours, and his mouth is full of your blood as he opens it, transferring your own life force into your body once more. The pool water is clear, eyes wide and gazing into his, seeking him, but finding nothing but him kissing you.

Hoseok’s lips are feverish and dominating, consuming yours fully and completely in a raw, desperate manner, distantly reminding you of your first kiss with him. In his friend’s living room, exploring possibility for the first time, aching to feel the other giving in as much as they were. Dying to sense if he was as impacted by what was happening as you had been. His hands are fitted to your waist, rubbing circles into your skin with slow speed, mimicking his earlier actions on your core, sending flushes of heat to the sensitive area.

You’re underwater. And you can’t breathe, but you don’t care, letting Hoseok steal every bit of oxygen from your lungs with his kiss, and his strong grip and his alluring eyes. Your body is burning with the need for air, Hoseok giving you no room to move and no motivation to with his tongue sliding into your mouth, moving against yours with skill you don’t remember him having.

Closing your eyes at last, your hands slacken from around his neck to float in the water, movement stopping against him and mind going blank with darkness. You can no longer feel his warmth, for the fire is coming from within your veins, body burning and igniting itself into flames, physically still, but mentally writhing with no clue how to make it stop. The sun is no longer penetrating the water, and you can feel yourself falling downward, void of the support from his grasp.  

A million things begin to fill your mind at once, driving to find Hoseok at the restaurant that night, running along the pier’s outer empty border to find him. Seeing him. But not him. Drenched in blood. Not his blood. Veins of red spreading through the sand to get pulled out with the ocean water. A girl beneath him, throat torn open, maimed, eyes wide with death. He can’t stop looking at you, telling you to forget you saw this, telling you to go home, and wait for him to call you again.

The shadow at your window, obstructing the moon from view. A size his frame in the light. Him saying he couldn’t leave you, he couldn’t let you go. Telling you how he could hear the blood rushing through your veins, telling you how badly he wanted to taste it. Telling you to forget and keep waiting.

His call weeks ago. How it never happened. How you ran into him again on the shores of the beach, how he kissed you. How he invited you over. How he said he would see you again soon. How he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. How he said he loved you.

And then told you to forget, remember a call, and keep waiting.

Everything he was and all he had become, different puzzle pieces swirling together in a sea of vibrant red as bright as the blood that had dripped from his teeth that night on the pier. The pearly white incisors stained and sharpened and deadly and-

Him staring at you in the pool. Him saying he wanted to turn you. Him admitting he gave you his blood in the drink. Him asking you what you wanted. Giving you no time to answer. Telling you to forget. Telling you all he had left to do was-

Breathe. You can breathe, coming up for air above the water to find you don’t need oxygen anymore, your breathing is stopped, your lungs are silent, and your heart is still. The pool water glitters around you, every single one of your senses heightened, the blaring of the sun’s rays, the cold chlorine lapping at your skin, the smell of flowers in the air. You can see every pore on his face, the different colors in his eyes, the water spilling down his lips as he reemerges from the waves after you.

“Hoseok…” The name feels different in your mouth, tongue, thick, blubbery and throat burning with fire. You feel as if you could drink the entire contents of his infinity pool and still be unsatisfied, wading back into the concrete wall and placing a hand at the base of your neck.

“You’re thirsty, aren’t you?” Hoseok’s head tilts, which causes exactly 136 strands of hair to fall to one side, brown and bronze cascading over the white of his skin.

Your eyebrows furrow, feeling the hairs move and the skin crinkle and your cells duplicating within your body. Your head is pounding, eyes burning, and everything within you is screaming for something you can’t identify.

“What did you do to me? You bit me.” Your voice is scratchy, rough.

You blink, finding him suddenly gone from in front of you, blinking once more and then he’s back, inches from your face. He’s holding a cup against your chest, plastic purple coloring the liquid a deep burgundy. It smells fantastic, like warm brownies, or a freshly baked cake, snatching the cup from his fingers and feeling him watch as you bring it to your lips with alarming speed.

“What is this?” You ask, grip so strong the plastic cracks down the middle and streams of thick, red liquid begin to run over your fingers into the pool. It tastes like heaven, like ecstasy, quenching the burning in your throat, but leaving you wanting more. You can’t get it down fast enough, feeling it spread through your veins and travel down your esophagus and into your stomach.

“You don’t know?” Hoseok reaches his hand out, using a thumb to wipe away the excess pooling around your lips before bringing it to his own mouth, licking it off with a euphoric smile. His eyes meet yours, smiling sinfully, “It’s blood.

I turned you into a vampire.”

Time Of Death: 05:01 pm

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