#it’s subtle ontae really. not quite a full on ontae fic. they’re not actually together. they just have fun

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Spooktober prompt: Vampires

So AU where vampires are a very real threat, but they’re more so a menace. Their bite is very much like a mosquito bite: it doesn’t do much harm other than leave a very itchy bump afterwards.

“Man, these mosquitos are killer,” Taemin complains one day, scratching at a large bite in his neck. “Every week! I thought they were only a summer pest?”

Kibum, Taemin’s boss, just stares at Taemin and sighs, leaning against the cubicle wall.

“Taemin,” he says slowly, shaking his head. “Are you really that oblivious?”

“What?” Taemin asks, turning in his chair to look at him. “Did I forgot to send an email or something?”

“That’s not a mosquito bite, dumbass, it’s a vampire bite,” Kibum tells him. Then, from the cubicle behind him, they hear Minho poorly conceal a snort.

“What?” Taemin laughs. “No it’s not. It’s just a mosquito-”

“Every Friday, you come in with a new bite,” Kibum tells him. “Every Friday, you come in with a giant vampire bite that you scratch at incessantly all day, and it’s gone by Monday. Just like a vampire bite. And then on Friday you get a new one.”

“That makes no sense-”

“So something you’re doing every Thursday night either puts you in the direct path of vampires, or one of your friends is a vampire and you’re too oblivious to realize it,” Minho chimes in.

“Every Thursday I go to happy hour with you losers,” Taemin scoffs. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“It’s not us,” Kibum laughs. “It must be one of your friends.”

“That’s impossible,” Taemin says, crossing his arms. “Vampires have to tell you they’re vampires.”

“No they don’t,” Minho snorts. “Who told you that?”

“It’s like, a law!” Taemin argues. “They have to tell you!”

“They’re not cops,” Kibum laughs. “They dont have to tell you anything.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a law.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re just oblivious,” Kibum teases. “Tell me your Thursday schedule. Where do you go?”

“I go to work. I go to happy hour. I go home,” Taemin says, waving his arms and making weird hand gestures. “So unless someone here is a vampire, it’s just a mosquito bite.”

“Next week’s happy hour is at Taemin’s house!” Kibum announces.

“That’s stupid!” Taemin whines. “My roommate-”

“Is probably a vampire.”

“Jinki is not a vampire, he would have told me.”

“Are you so sure?”

“I can’t have happy hour at my apartment,” Taemin whines. “You guys are insane.”

“I’ll bring wine,” Kibum says, patting Taemin’s shoulder to go back to his own cubicle.

“It’s just a mosquito bite!”

The next Thursday, Taemin somehow managed to take a wrong turn on his way to his own apartment, so he’s the last one to show up. So when he’s walking up the steps and unlocking the door, his entire team is snickering behind him: Kibum, Minho, Baekhyun, and Taeyong.

“Hey Jinki!” Taemin calls, tripping over the threshold. “My work friends are here for happy hour!”

“Oh, right, hi,” Jinki, Taemin’s roommate, greets from the couch. He even waves his hand a little.

“We’re gonna order pizza, you want any?” Taemin asks, clearing off the table to put the wine and beer and all the different glasses down.

“Yeah, thanks,” Jinki says, going to help Taemin get the clean wine glasses and beer glasses down from the cupboard. “Just, ya know, remember no garlic.”

“Oh! Right,” Taemin gasps, then turns to glare at his snickering coworkers. “Jinki’s just allergic, you dicks.”

Jinki raises an eyebrow, gently setting the wine glasses on the table.

“They think you’re a vampire,” Taemin says, snorting.

“Uh, Taemin?” Jinki says carefully. “I am a vampire.”

“What?”

Everyone else starts laughing loudly, but Taemin is just genuinely confused. Jinki looks just as confused as he does.

“But you never told me!” Taemin accuses. “Vampires have to tell people they’re vampires!”

“Uh, no they don’t?” Jinki asks. “But I did tell you. It was literally in the ad for this apartment.”

“No it wasn’t?”

“I said you had to be vampire-friendly,” Jinki says slowly.

“I mean, I thought you just meant not being prejudiced,” Taemin stammers. “And I’m not!”

“I also said that you had to be cool with me drinking once a week,” Jinki says. “That if you were cool with me drinking from you it was a huge plus?”

Taemin is just stammering and stuttering and not able to find the right words.

“I said B-positive blood type was preferred. That alone should have clued you in,” Jinki says, sitting down at the table and holding up his chin in his hand.

“I thought you meant like, just being a positive person!” Taemin cries, and the others are all cackling and laughing at him. “I thought it was slang!”

“You are B-positive though, funnily enough,” Jinki laughs. But then he becomes rather serious and sits straight up. “Taemin, I’ve asked you every week since you moved in if I could drink from you. Every Thursday. And you always say yes.”

“I don’t remember this at all!”

“Thursdays are also always happy hour day,” Kibum says, tapping his chin as he stirs his wine. “Just how sober is he when he gets home?”

Then it’s Jinki’s turn to stutter and turn to Taemin and say, “You do always drink more when you get home. But - but we had an agreement! It’s in the lease!”

“I didn’t read the lease!” Taemin whines. “And I don’t get that drunk!”

“I wouldn’t - I would never just drink from someone without permission,” Jinki says quickly, looking at all of them. “I have blood bags just in case he says no, but he’s never - he always says yes! I thought he knew!”

“Oh,” Taemin suddenly says very quietly, very softly. And his cheeks turn bright pink and he sucks in a gasp of a breath. “Is that when we - um - when we, uh - in your room-”

“Uh-huh,” Jinki says just as quickly.

“Oh.”

Taemin’s entire face, neck, and ears are bright pink. Jinki doesn’t look half as embarrassed as he is, but it’s clear he doesn’t like talking about it in front of so many people.

“What did I tell you?” Kibum laughs, clapping a hand on Taemin’s shoulder. “Oblivious. You’ve been screwing a vampire and you didn’t even know it!”

“We do not screw!” Taemin squeaks.

“Are we getting pizza?” Jinki asks quickly, rising from the table to go look through their drawer of takeout and delivery menus.

And they don’t screw. Not at all. They just makeout for a while, both of them usually a little tipsy and a little more than happy to lay in Jinki’s bed and just cuddle for a while. The first time Jinki ever drank from him, Taemin actually thought it was a weird hickey.

Kibum gives him shit for it at work for at least another month. But every time he comes in with a vampire bite now, it’s somehow so much more embarrassing. He wonders if he can get Jinki to switch to drinking on Fridays instead.