#my spotify playlist is filled with angst music I could edit my boys to

[desire-for-madness]

All the cheerful Old Fashion Cupcake posts (with a side of that kinky preview) on my feed along with all the angst of To My Star making me go like:

[aestheticseungmean]

Can I request 16, 17, and 18 from your prompt list? with Bang Chan? Suggestive please 🥰 love your blog, sweetheart!!!!

Meet My Family-Bang Chan

Chan told his family that he had a girlfriend. Truth was, he didn’t. Who better to play the part than you?

Suggestive, Fluff, Angst if you squint

4K words

Warnings: Suggestive, cursing

Unedited- (For me it says the images are sensitive. They aren’t. It’s just a Chan gif and fake message I made so don’t worry.)

This is a mess...

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“And in both stories, there is an eternal God who creates the world. And then, there are waters out of which the god rises…” Your mythology teacher droned on about creation stories. The board was littered with written words that were rushed and sloppy. Soft sounds of pens and pencils scratching against paper filled the room. It was 8:45 am and you were already done with life. You furiously scribbled down notes on your poor worn out composition book. “I would like for you to write about the creation story you grew up learning. See you on Monday!” It seemed like you couldn’t get out of there fast enough as you got swallowed up by a sea of students rushing to their next class. As soon as you could, you freed yourself and leaned up against the wall. “I seriously should start waiting before heading out.” Finally, the halls cleared out a little and you safely headed to your advanced photography and editing class.

The classroom itself wasn’t like normal. It was dainty with a black room for the older students who have been taking the class for years. Computer desks were randomly placed across the room with supplies in the back corner for projects. There was even a video booth with a green screen for the film majors and music producers to work on their projects together. Today, it looks like Felix was untangling the wires for his short movie. You opened the door and stepped inside, the air smelling like cinnamon vanilla courtesy of the boy. “Hey, Felix!” “Oh thank god! Can you help me?” His eyes were pleading and you couldn’t say no to his cute freckled face. “Yeah.” You took a seat next to him and began to untangle an orange wire. “I’ve been in here since seven untangling these stupid things and I’ve only got two done.” “Have no fear! Your hero is here.” You two busted out in laughter, the sound echoing through the empty space. Thankfully, your teacher did a reminder of the project that was due at the end of the month and let the class do whatever.

You shut the door and turned on some music to jam out to. The quiet beat brought three music majors who had to find a place to practice their work to the room. “Oh hey guys!” You knew them well despite them being in a higher class than you. “Felix, this is Chan, Changbin, and Jisung.” Countless times, your roommate’s friend has held a party in your party and countless times, you’ve offered up your bed to one of those three to sleep. Most often, they’d wake up with a headache to find medicine next to them with a glass of water. In fact, it happens so often, they have come over to the dorm subconsciously and stayed to write lyrics. They even have clothes in a dresser you bought specifically for them. “Guys, this is my friend, Felix. He’s a film major.” The trio recited their heys and sat down to join the untangling party. Felix laughed as Chan and Jisung jumped at the sudden genre change in music. The soft pop song turned into a hard rock song that contrasted the sad lovesick melody with death. You and Changbin were jamming out and surprisingly, throughout the time, he kept up with the different music.

The professor came in to tell you guys that class was over but if there wasn’t a next class, you could continue the party. Only Jisung left, forced to catch up in his chemistry class or he’ll fail. “I’m impressed that you know all of these songs, Changbin.” Changbin smiled, basking in your praise. “I may or may not listen to your Spotify playlist on repeat.” Chan and Felix laughed while nudging him, giving him “the” look. “It’s not my fault they have good music taste.” The boys were relentless. “I don’t like them like that.” “Ah yeah, sure.” Felix retorted, not believing it. You couldn’t help but giggle knowing that Changbin had no interest in you. Many nights, Changbin would drunkenly go on and on about his crushes. Your stomach grumbled because you skipped breakfast. “I promise I’ll pay for lunch as a thank you.” You looked at Felix and smiled. “That sounds wonderful.” He smiled back, his freckles scrunched up underneath his chocolate brown eyes that made you melt.

Thankfully, the cafeteria wasn’t jam-packed so it was quite easy to find a seat. Jisung had caught up with the four of you. He sat at the table surrounded by textbooks and papers. “Jisung, are you going to eat?” The boy nodded but didn’t move so you took matters into your own hands. Picking up a piece of chicken, you held it to his mouth. He looked at you confused but still took it. “If you aren’t going to feed yourself, I’ll do it for you.” Before he could protest, you already had another piece of chicken held to his mouth. Jisung shrugged and found this way more convenient than study, break, study, break. “Jisung, if you didn’t party all the time, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He looked up at the voice to see Chan eying him. “Sorry, Chan.” “If you need help, I can tutor you sometime this weekend.” You chimed in wanting to help Jisung because his passion for music was like your passion for photography, limitless. “In fact, I need some help in Anatomy too.” Felix chimed in. “Study group at my apartment this weekend. Everyone is coming and staying the night. Chan and I can help you guys and Changbin can work on his lyrics due Wednesday.” They all agreed happily.

A knock sounded through the door. It was a patterned knock which means Changbin had arrived first. The two of you were chilling while waiting for the others when Chan barged in and shut the door out of breath. “Are you okay?” You asked, rushing from your spot to check on the male. His shirt was tattered exposing his well built chest. Water dripped on his shirt signalling he just got done with swim practice and Changbin knew this. He brought a towel out for the older man and sighed. “They are getting worse each week.” “Who is?” Two others rushed into the apartment quickly closing and locking the door. It was Felix and Jisung. “Your fan club is out there. I’m too scared to get my books they stole.” Annoyed, you rolled up your sleeves and grabbed the air horn before stepping out into the sea of teen girls with their phones out. They clamoured after you, upset that you were with Chan. The air horn shut them up and you were able to talk. “Listen, I know you guys love Chan-“ They all cheered and nodded. “But Chan and his friends need to study and do their homework or they will fail. You don’t want to be the cause right?”

A loud resounding no echoed through the halls. “That’s right. So can you guys do me a favor and hand me the books and supplies you stole from the boys.” A few girls passed Jisung’s stuff to you and you collected it. “And, can you guys please leave Chan alone for the rest of the year so he can graduate and do what he loves?” The girls groaned and you shushed them. “You can still support him. He has a swim meet next friday at 5. I would like to see you guys there to show your support.” Surprisingly the girls left and you headed back in with an empty air horn and textbooks. “Solved.” The boys stared at you in amazement as they rushed to the door to see if the girls were still there. As you had said, they weren’t. “Now that you know I’m not lying, let’s get to work.” With Changbin’s fresh beats playing in the background, the group got work done very fast. It was almost ten when you settled down for a movie and dinner. Your roommate, Johnny, had gotten home and brought some takeout knowing that you were busy and didn’t get anything to eat.

Changbin settled down in front of you and you set to work playing with his hair. Since it was close to Halloween, you put on the first part of It. The empty food containers lay on the table as each one of you gradually fell asleep leaving Johnny to clean up the mess. He gingerly picked you up to carry you to your room; Something he’s always done when you spent countless hours studying. You woke up to see Johnny tucking you into your bed. “Johnny is the best roommate.” Your voice trailed off towards the end as you drifted back to sleep. Johnny chuckled to himself and moved to deal with the others. Amazingly, the others were easy so he did the dishes and went to bed before eleven. He had work tomorrow so he’d leave early in the morning allowing you to work on what you need to work on. Unfortunately, one thing he didn’t account for was Felix’s sleepwalking. Felix walked into your room and laid down on your bed immediately cuddling you.

You woke up to a body next to you and you freaked out for a minute until you saw it was Felix. Quietly, you slipped out of bed and towards the living room where Chan resided. “Morning!” “It’s too early to be that chipper.” You complained while rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. The rest of the weekend went the same way and you guys got your homework done. Felix offered to cook and Johnny screamed when he saw the mess in the kitchen. Chan and Changbin helped do the dishes while Johnny and you cleaned the walls free of the spaghetti sauce. Felix was forced to go out and buy more cleaning supplies. The weekend ended too fast for your liking and before you knew it, the boys were leaving. School was gruesome as usual but you got to eat with the boys again. This time Jisung didn’t have to focus on schooling. “I got a 98 on my test.” He raised his water and cleared his throat dramatically. “I’d like to thank _____ for helping me attain this amazing feat. So thank you.” Laughter erupted at the table as Jisung continued.

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Chan had texted you asking you to go with him to see his family for the short break. It took you by surprise when he told you why he asked you.

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Day 1 of the break rolled around and Chan made his way to your apartment early to pick you up. He stood in your doorway for a solid minute watching you dance to the music while finishing up packing. “Cute.” You screamed and dropped your brush that you were using as a microphone. Out of embarrassment, you punched Chan and he winced at your strength. “That hurt.” “Don’t s-sneak up on me.” He smiled. “You stuttered.” “I do that when I’m embarrassed.” Chan helped you get your bags into the car and sighed. “Ready?” “Yes.” It was about ten minutes into the drive when you got annoyed with the music playing. “Can I play music?” “Only if you do your cute little dance.” You glared at him and he laughed. “I’m teasing you. Yeah, go ahead. The aux cord is right here.” You picked up the cord and plugged in your phone, immediately playing a song. The scenery rushed by the window and you watched it calmly hoping that it was beautiful the entire time.

“We are almost there.” Chan’s voice broke you out of your trance. “We should make sure that we know everything so we seem believable.” He nodded and went on to tell you some facts about him while you did the same. You two made sure that you had a believable meeting story as well. Chan turned onto a bumpy road that needed maintenance badly. You watched as the small houses passed by, taking in everything that meant so much to your friend. The car slowed down for another turn, this time down a short driveway. “Well, we’re here. My family can come on a little...strong.” “It’s okay.” You were greeted by a dog as soon as you stepped out of the car. It’s brown eyes stared up at you cutely and you couldn’t help but pet it on the head. “That’s Brost.” At the name, the dog perked up its pristine brown ears and charged at Chan knocking him down in the grass. “Berry, off!” Both Chan and Frost turned their head towards the doorway where Chan’s mother stood. Two younger kids ran by his mom and fell on top of Chan. “Chris is home!”

It was almost as if Chan’s mom was an eagle. Her eyes darted towards you and she smiled. You cowered when she neared you to hug you. “You must be my baby’s girlfriend!” “Yes, ma’am.” She tutted before pulling back. “No need to be so formal. Call me mom.” “Mom, let her breathe.” Chan made his way next to his mom, the resemblance uncanny. “My little Chris.” You watched happily as Chan’s mother smothered him with kisses and hugs. “You’ve grown taller.” While he was greeting his mom, you met his siblings. “I’m Lucas!” “I’m Hannah.” You smiled towards the duo and introduced yourself as well. “I’m-“ “______! Chris has told us all about you.” He has, has he? “Kids, don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt someone introducing themselves?” “Sorry, mom.” Mrs.Bang and the kids went inside to clean and finish dinner while you and Chan got your suitcases. “My mom has turned the guest room into a trophy room so we’ll be sleeping in my old room.” You nodded knowing that this was your fate for agreeing.

The room was small. Then again, Chan didn’t want or need too much space. He wasn’t the type to have a bunch of stuff, just minimalistic. What made you cringe wasn’t the cheesy glow in the dark stars plastered on the walls and ceiling nor the dinosaur bed sheets; it was the twin size bed that was barely big enough to fit Chan alone. “This thing has shrunk since that last time I saw it.” “Shrunk? You’ve gotten taller. Besides, we’re going to be sore trying to stay in one place.” Chan chuckled and sat his suitcase in the corner. “Chris? Someone is here to see you.” Both you and Chan walked out to the living room to find Chan’s grandparents. His grandmother walked up to you first to assess you. “So have you guys gotten down and dirty?” “GRANDMA!” You looked past the elderly lady towards Chan whose ears were red. “Chris, it’s a part of life. So I take that as a no?” Giggling at how straightforward Chan’s grandma is, you shook your head. “Kissed?” This time you nodded. You had to make it believable. “Is he at least a good kisser?” “The best!”

Dinner was awkward. Actually, awkward isn’t the right word to describe it. It was utter chaos and embarrassment. Questions came at you from left and right. Chan answered some of them and you answered the rest. At one point, everyone thought it was a great idea to start telling you embarrassing stories about your “boyfriend”. “Oh, I remember when he was about four-“ “Mom, please don’t.” Chan pleaded and begged but she went along with the story. “He loved to sing this one song. I don’t remember it but it was so cute. We went into the grocery store and I lost him. His dad and I looked for about ten minutes until we heard him over the speakers singing his song.” At this point, he gave up and chewed his food, embarrassed and red. “Channie is so cute!” You teased, poking his sides. When you didn’t think he couldn’t get any more red, his mom wet a napkin and clean his face like one would to a child.

After dinner, you stood in the hallway with Chan looking at the pictures. Footsteps sounded close by and his mom called out for him. “They’re coming. Kiss me!” You pulled him close, kissing him deeply. His hands found their way to your waist pulling you flush against him. “Look at them!” “Get the camera.” “I got the camera, mom. I’m recording.” “What’s happening- Ew Chris is kissing his girlfriend.” “My son is a man now.” “Now that’s how you kiss a woman right there. Lucas take some notes.” Is his family always like this? You were the first to pull away not being able to control your laughter. “Seriously guys?” Chan’s family shamelessly watched you two kiss. “Are you sure you haven’t gotten funky yet?” “Grandma! Why?” Chan reminded her that you guys haven’t done anything. A little while later, his grandparents left and the others were settling down to sleep since they had school. You and Chan laid in the twin bed —which was more spacious than it looks— and turned on the newest It. Somehow, you ended you with your back against the wall and Chan’s head in your lap while you played with his hair.

You had your fingers in his hair when a jumpscare appeared on the screen. Of course you jumped but you also pulled Chan’s hair who bit his lip to stay quiet. He had finally calmed down when you tugged at it again, this time braiding it. Chan tried but he couldn’t hold back the soft moan. “Chan, are you alright?” Immediately he pulled down his shirt to hide his growing bulge. “Yeah.” Curious, you tugged at his hair watching as he squirmed. Then you saw it. What he was trying to hide but failing to do so. You leaned down close to his ear and whispered. “You are really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” Your breath tickled his ear and he moaned again, this time louder. “Stop.” Chan looked up at you, eyes blown out. “You should take a cold shower.” Thankfully, he did so quietly. “You are mean.” You looked at the male who walked into the room with just a towel on. Your eyes watched as a drop of water fell from his hair onto his chest and cascaded down his abs and even further beyond the towel. What you didn’t realize was Chan watching you eye the water.

“Are you just going to stare at me while I change?” The tone in his voice was teasing. “So what if I do?” Chan’s smile dropped as you spoke. “Don’t say things like that.” “It’s not my fault you are hormonal.” Your attention turned towards your phone as you pulled up the latest game you’ve been playing. Defeated, Chan made his way back to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. When the boy came back, you were already curled up, staring at the glowing stars wondering if he made any wishes. From the end of the bed, he crawled up towards the top not wanting you to move. Chan was the first one to fall asleep, being embarrassed took a toll on his energy. You on the other hand, stayed awake, your thoughts were filled with Chan. Was it possible that you actually liked Chan? He was a nice guy, kind, smart, talented, hot, friendly. Chan had always caught your attention every single time you were in the same area. He always stole the spotlight even when it was as simple as studying.

Sometime last night, you fell asleep. You woke up to Chan singing along to a song and putting on a shirt. “You have pretty singing.” Chan jumped and turned towards you smiling. At this point, you were already stretching. “You’re awake.” “I think I am at least.” You realised now that you’ve noticed your small crush on Chan, he seems more handsome than normal. “I want to take you to some of my favorite places since everyone is busy today.” Ultimately, you decided to get dressed in a semi-nice outfit and met him out front. “You look nice.” You were wearing a pair of jeans and a loose shirt that was tucked in the front. “Thanks, I have to dress nice so I don’t look like a potato next to you.” The two of you laughed and made your way to the car. Chan decided to start off the tour by taking you to see the park he used to go to. You ran towards the playground roundabout and jumped on. “Chan, will you spin me?” He grabbed one of the bars and pushed as hard as he could. The roundabout spun around fast and you laughed in joy.

The last few days at Chan’s house, you two grew closer as did your feelings. When the final day came, you were sad because he’s going to go back to being just your friend. Your shared kisses will be no more and he won’t think another thought about you. “I hope to see you guys back soon!” You gave Mrs.Bang one last hug, shared one last joke with Lucas and Hannah, and gave one last pet to Berry. The bags were already in the car. You almost cried when Berry tried to get in the car to go back to the apartment. It might not seem like it but the Bang family held a special place in your heart now. They made you feel like one of them. Like family. Chan waved bye and got in the car and you did the same. “This was fun. I love your family.” “They love you too. I think they liked you more than me.” You rolled your eyes at his joke. “They love you more. Don’t lie.” Chan smiled and pulled onto the main road. Once again, you were playing music but this time, you had Chan’s phone playing his music.

Chan pulled off the highway into a rest stop to use the restroom. You stepped outside to stretch your legs and arms. It was becoming dark outside due to not being able to leave until two. “You know stretching is good for you on long road trips.” “You know you are being such a dad.” He chuckled and stretched beside you. “My turn.” You walked towards the restroom sighing. You were washing your hands when a girl came in crying with her friend. Discreetly, you listened in, not that you had much choice as they were right next to you. “I should’ve said yes but I was too scared. Now he’s moved on. I’m such an idiot.” This was not the place nor the time to interject so you excused yourself from the bathroom. You were going to do it. Confess to Chan. With determination, you got in the car. “Are you oka-“ His words were cut off by your lips pressing against his. He didn’t pull back. Instead, he pulled your closer so that you were leaning across the console. You pulled back when your rib hit the corner of the centerpiece.

“Is it weird that that was a total turn on?” Honestly, you couldn’t agree more. Chan kissed you again, this time helping you settle into his lap. Your knee was pressed against the seat belt buckle but you didn’t care. You were too busy making out with Chan. He rutted his hips against you making you moan against his lips. Your fingers tugged at his hair as his hands roamed down to guide your hips against his. “C-Chan. We need to stop.” His lips attacking your skin made you forget what you were even talking about. “You can’t leave me like this. You’ve been fucking with me all week.” “Chan, we can’t. Not the right place.” Chan sighed but kissed you one last time before allowing you to go back to your seat. The sexual tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. For the rest of the drive Chan was pushing the speed limit trying to get home fast. He quickly turned into the driveway to his small house that he was renting and threw the car in park. “I’ll get the luggage.” “Screw the luggage, I want you.”

[dreamiehrs]

sweet chaos ➛ n.jm

genre: vampire!jaemin, mystery, a little fluff, jaemin’s also a skater (and a lil flirt), comedy, some angst

pairing: na jaemin x you

summary: you had never expected to get yourself involved with the high school’s mystery boy, na jaemin, but when you do, you can’t tell if it’s for the best or worst.

warning: some swearing, blood, a dead animal

note: the title is based on DAY6′s new song titled Sweet Chaos… go listen to their album right now!! kinda wrote this on impulse to be honest, but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless!! (gif credit: @fashion-edit​)

na jaemin was your high school’s biggest mystery boy.

he appeared out of nowhere one day, well, let me say that a little bit more realistically.

he was new in town, showing up in the middle of the school year. no one knew the reasoning behind why he moved when he did, and no one stayed around him long enough to figure it out.

he lived three houses down from you, which didn’t really matter to you as you weren’t looking to get involved with him.

he seemed like the loner type to you, but you were proved wrong as you would hear laughing down the streets late at night, the sounds of skateboard wheels scraping on the pavement.

when you couldn’t find it in yourself to fall asleep at night, you would find solace in admiring the said boy skating with some other boys. one night, when you had zoned out on his figure, he looked up to your window, your colored led lights changing colors ever so often.

you hadn’t noticed his stare, but when you finally had, it seemed like his eyes were piercing into yours, his eyes reflecting the dark red color your lights had changed to.

you ducked your head from his view, hearing the chuckle that came out of his mouth before skating away. you quickly finished up your homework before hopping into bed, hoping the rest of the night would lull you into a sweet dream.

when it came to school, you had shared a total of one class with jaemin, which was study hall. for a huge procrastinator such as yourself, that class was beneficial for your grades and your sleep schedule. you busied yourself with assignments from other classes, not noticing that jaemin was moving a seat closer to you every day in there.

until eventually, he was sat right next to you, you still not paying him any mind as you popped your earbuds into your ears and pressing play on a Spotify playlist.

you felt someone tap your shoulder and resisted the urge to turn and see who it was. it was probably someone messing with you, you concluded, as you continued to scribble down the answer to a math equation.

a few moments passed by until you felt the same tap on your shoulder, and this time you turned to your right to witness jaemin staring at something near your face.

you pause your music and move your hands toward your face. “what, is there something on my face?”

your question tears his gaze away from your neck and to your face, him chuckling at the fact that you covered your face with your hands.

“no, just wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime.” he moves your hands away from your face, a smirk prominent on his face as you give him a pointed look.

“sorry, but I’m gonna be awfully busy until the end of the school year.” you tear his hands away from yours and go back to your assignment, trying to ignore the warmness his hands emitted.

“with what? staying up until midnight, trying to finish your classwork, but being distracted by me instead?” he whispers loud enough for you to hear, the sight of your ears reddening almost making him chuckle again. however, he wanted to see how long he could make this facade last until you gave in.

you turn towards him once again, gulping at how close his face was to yours. you pull your mind out of the gutter and push his head back with one finger before whispering: “sorry, but I’m never going to spend longer than I have to with you, jaemin.”

your reply leaves him speechless, and a few seconds later he whispers back into your ear: “let’s see how long you can keep that act up, dear.” before gathering his things and walking out of the room.

alright, so maybe he was more complex than you thought and maybe you were more stubborn than jaemin thought.

you didn’t miss the way his canines were sharper than usual, getting a sight of it every time he would open his mouth. he was… concerning, to say the least.

you’ve always avoided him like the plague, but after this interaction with him, you avoided him even more.

…which was almost impossible because he always seemed to be on your case whenever he saw you in the hallways.

he would bug you a lot about skating and tutoring you in math, which made you wonder why he was so interested in you.

was it because you locked eyes with him that one night? was it because you always avoided him? was it because you were awful at math?

who knew at this rate…

during late nights, you recognized one of his friends that he would hang out with, named lee donghyuck. the two would always be messing around with the other, and it was all fun and games until donghyuck pointed to your window.

“she’s up again,” he whispers to jaemin, whose trying to play off the big leap his heart took when he looked up to your window, seeing you staring out of it mindlessly. “why does she do that, anyway?”

jaemin scoffs. “she’s an insane procrastinator,” he waves his hands to try to get your attention, but to no avail. “I even offered to tutor her in math, but she just won’t budge.”

“just stay persistent. she’ll warm up to you eventually.”

“yeah, right.” he looks back up at your window again, surprised to see your hazy eyes staring right into his. his throat suddenly feels dry with you staring at him so intensely, his eyes flashing a blood red before he can even realize it.

you can barely notice the color in his eyes, but you just wave it off as you’re sleepy and delusional.

he now has a lazy grin on his face, darting his tongue out to lick at his lips, and you decide to just call it a night because 1) you’re exhausted and 2) you prefer sleep over jaemin looking at you like you’re his next meal.

he still has your curiosity piqued, and the next day you stride up to him in the hallway like it was second nature to you.

“oh? done with the act already, dear?” the smirk on his face makes you want to puke, but you’d rather not do that in front of the entire school.

“stop calling me dear, it’s not like we’re romantically involved or something.” you flip your hair, revealing your neck to the male.

his breath slightly hitches at the sight of your pale, untouched neck, and he has to force himself to look straight ahead so he won’t do anything irrational.

he looks back down at you, gulping when he sees you already gazing at him.

“lost all your confidence now, huh? I knew you weren’t all that.”

you’re tempted to walk away from him, but something keeps you rooted in place as you continue to walk beside him, the same knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“if you let me tutor you, I’ll prove your statement wrong.”

you laugh loudly at his declaration. “oh, you’re on.”

you don’t see the way his eyes glaze over red when you look down to answer a text, him just wanting to pierce through your skin.

but not yet, he says to himself in his head. not yet.

the day after that, he stops by your house, only being a minute late to your scheduled tutoring. he rings the doorbell and your dog, named Beau, starts her endless stream of barking.

you answer the door in a sweater and shorts, startled at the sight of jaemin in front of you. he sees your expression and points to his bookbag. “tutoring?”

“…ah.” you wave him in and close the door behind him. he takes the time to take in his surroundings before removing his shoes and letting you lead him to your room.

“it’s kind of a mess, sorry.” he glances around to see a few clothes of yours failed to be put away and your bed unmade.

“don’t worry, mine’s worse than this.”

the two you settle down at your desk, the one that has a great view of the street below you. you pull out your notebook and some worksheets you struggled with.

“so this is the view you get of me late at night? I gotta admit, it’s a pretty nice one.” you don’t even have to look at his face to know that he’s grinning.

you just shake your head at the boy. “besides that, can you help me with a few of these problems?”

he peers over them and gazes at you. “you know that these are like, the easiest ones on the worksheet, right?”

you sigh. “yes, but the teacher just goes way too fast through them. can you explain it slowly to me?”

the next hour or two is filled with jaemin explaining how to solve the problem, you attempting it, getting it wrong, redoing it, and still getting it wrong.

but luckily, jaemin has outstanding patience with this type of stuff and breaks it down for you in a way that you can comprehend.

once you finish the sheet, after much struggle, you hop onto your bed and close your eyes for a millisecond. you’re not phased when you feel the bed dip down beside you, hearing jaemin’s quiet breathing to your left.

“hey, jaemin?” you speak up after some consideration.

“yeah?”

“why did you move here, anyway?”

he scoffs. “I’m not in a good position to tell you that right now.”

you want to dig deeper, but your mind tells you not to. “fair enough. can I ask you something else?”

“this interrogation is still ongoing? damn, I didn’t know you were that interested in me, y/n.”

you roll your eyes, not bothering to fuel whatever was floating around in his brain right now. “why are you so involved with me?”

he’s silent for a second before shrugging. “you just seem like someone who doesn’t take other people’s bullshit. I admire people like that.”

you nod slowly, taking in his words. you can feel your cheeks heating up at his statement, so you jump off of your bed, jaemin’s eyes following your every move.

“wanna grab something to eat?”

his ears perk up at this. “oh? is y/n asking me on a date?”

“no, you fool.” you grab your keys, phone, and wallet as jaemin takes his time to get up from your bed. you stare at him as he moves each limb of his body extremely slow before you walk over to him and drag him downstairs.

“gosh, you’re so aggressive,” he whispers in your ear and you almost smack him right then and there. “I thought I was the man in this relationship.”

“jaemin, would you just shut up already?”

you two hop in your car and you put your key in the ignition before speeding off to the closest diner. the wind blows your hair wildly, you laughing loudly as jaemin turns the music up louder.

you’re close to the diner when jaemin asks: “wanna know something?” he knows you cannot hear him over the wind and the music. “I’m not human.”

“what?!” you yell loud enough, not hearing him over all the noise. he doesn’t answer you, or if he does, you still can’t hear him.

you guys arrive at the diner, you quickly putting your hair up in a ponytail after that windy drive here. “what did you say?”

“me? I didn’t say anything.” he walks ahead of you, hinting to you that he was done with this hectic conversation.

you followed closely behind as the host shows you two to your table before leaving you two alone. your waiter eventually comes back to get your drink orders and quickly leaves.

“wanna go on an adventure after this?” you raise an eyebrow at his suggestion.

“what type of adventure?”

he puts his finger up to his lips, before smiling a devilish smile.

“it’s a secret.”

“you always know how to reel me in, huh?” you joke before your drinks arrive and you two place your meal orders.

you take a sip of your lemonade while jaemin sips his soda, wishing it was your blood instead, before setting both of his elbows on the table, staring straight at you.

“since you interrogated me, it would be fair for me to do the same to you, right?”

“…likewise.”

you swear you can see his eyes slightly change color as he leans in closer to you. “so, y/n,” he draws out every syllable of your name. “why do you keep on ogling me late at night, when you should probably be doing your work?”

“I zone out quite often trying to focus on classwork, which coincidentally seems to be in your direction, as you’re always outside.”

he raises one eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink before continuing. “oh, so you’re an eavesdropper, then?”

you open your mouth to respond but the waiter interrupts you by setting your meals down onto the table. “saved by the light..” you mumble under your breath and you can see jaemin snap his head up at you. he couldn’t have heard you, right?

you shrug it off as you take your time eating your meal, the two of you having small talk about random things that pop up in both of your heads.

it’s calm for around five to ten minutes and you guys debate on whose gonna pay the bill.

“my treat. you just tutored me for around two hours and even came with me for dinner.” you slap your credit card down on the table, surprised to see that jaemin has beat you to it.

“no, I insist. although I’ve done quite a bit for you, I don’t think you should repay the favor just yet.”

“what do you mean by just yet?” he avoids your question as the waiter swoops in at just the unfortunate time, plucking jaemin’s credit card out of his hand. jaemin peeks at you and sees you defeatedly putting your credit card back in your wallet.

the waiter comes back promptly and jaemin signs the bottom of the receipt before the two of you head out of the diner. you two hop in the car once again, you getting ready to drive back home when jaemin stops you with an: “wait.”

“yes?” you turn towards him, waiting. he shoves his phone in your face, your vision blurry as you grab his phone from his hands. it was directions for somewhere. where? you didn’t know.

you look back at him again, a questioning looks in your eyes, telling him to ‘explain this.’

“it’s where I like to hang out when my friends don’t come over. I was thinking that could be our adventure for tonight.”

you glanced back at him, expecting him to be staring back at you, but instead, he was looking in the opposite direction, awkwardly scratching his neck.

“as long as I’m not bitten alive by mosquitos, count me in.” you rev the engine, handing his phone back to him so he can give you directions.

“that won’t be the only thing biting you tonight.”

“hmm? did you say something?”

“nope!” he chirps.

poor boy. you still couldn’t hear him, so you assumed it was nothing important. if so, he would probably just share whatever it was to you later.

the two of you arrive at a plain field, plastered with all kinds of flowers as you two wade through them, using jaemin’s jacket as a sacrifice to not sit on the ground.

you lie down on his jacket, gazing up at the night sky full of shining stars. certain ones seemed to sparkle when you peered at them, pointing out them to the boy beside you.

there’s a comfortable silence settled between the both of you, just taking your time to admire your surroundings and enjoy your teenage life for a little bit longer.

you can see him turn to you out of your peripheral, but you don’t tear your gaze away from the sky as you feel him scoot closer to you.

“y/n?”

“yeah?” you’re still not facing him.

he sighs. “my family and I moved here because of the neighborhood we resided in. it was terrible, for both my family and I’s health. we never felt welcomed there, and everyone who lived there was very cryptic. it freaked us out so much that we just left.”

you blink, absorbing his words. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. are you at least having a fortunate time here, though?”

“because of you, yeah.”

you choke on nothing at his blunt statement.

“that was… cheesy, but understandable. now, I’ve been dying to ask you something.”

he quirks an eyebrow. “and what is that?”

you gulp, his eyes now trained on your neck. “why do your eyes flash a dark red occasionally?”

“I―“

he’s interrupted by some rustling heard in the distance, the two of you immediately getting up. he hurriedly grabs his jacket and tugs you back to your car.

the drive back to his house is silent, you parking in his driveway and him getting out and walking towards your side.

“want me to tutor you again on Friday?”

you smile. “as long as it includes an adventure.”

he sends you a genuine smile for once. not a smirk or grin, but a real smile. “goodnight y/n, and sweet dreams.”

you chuckle. “night, jaemin.”

you don’t hear from jaemin the next day, which was odd. he also didn’t show up for study hall, which may have slightly bummed you out (which you would never admit to the boy, as he would be relentless with his teasing later).

you had expected him to be at school on Friday, the day of your tutoring and your supposed adventure with him, but you were dead wrong.

you send him a text as you’re lounging in your bedroom, which consisted of: “jaem, where are you?”

you lie on your bed for a few more minutes, checking your phone to realize that he still hasn’t texted you back. you groan in frustration as you toss off your shorts and pull on your jeans, practically running out of your house.

you count three houses down from your right, finally settling on his house and taking large strides to reach it. once you do, you press your finger to the doorbell, hearing shuffling inside the house in front of you.

you stand awkwardly for a few more moments until the door opens wide in front of you, revealing a tall, brunette lady, which you assume to be his mother, and a black cat looking at you curiously from behind her. “yes?”

“oh!” you squeak out. “I’m a friend of na jaemin. I was wondering if you knew where he was?”

she looks right through you, seeming uninterested. “ah, jaemin. he hasn’t been feeling well the past few days. I will go and get him for you.”

you open your mouth to speak, but she slams the door in your face, making you sink down as you hear her heels clinking away from the door.

she makes you flinch when she opens the door again a few minutes later, a sinister grin on her face when she sees your reaction. “he’s not here at the moment. he’s probably wandering around like always.”

your expression falters. “ah, okay. thank you anyway.”

“welcome,” she mutters. “and if you see him, tell him to get back home.”

“will do.”

she sends you a small smile before closing the door, leaving you standing like an idiot. you swivel around, walking down their driveway until a lightbulb lights up in your head.

“the adventure we went on! he told me that that was his favorite spot.” you mumble before running back to your house, hopping into your car and starting the engine.

you speedily head towards his hideout, somehow remembering the directions he showed you a few nights ago.

your music is blasting as you arrive, promptly taking your key out of the ignition and locking the doors before moving towards the top of the hill, where you two shared a magical moment.

“jaemin!’ you call out, seeing something freeze in the distance. you start towards it, a bounce in your step as you hoped it would be the said boy. as you get closer, you can faintly see a tuft of short dark brown hair, already accepting it as jaemin.

“jaemin?” you whisper, and he snaps his head up at you like he did at the diner, but this time, he had a crazed look in his eyes as he licked the dark liquid from his lips. you’re trembling at the sight of him, blood all over his mouth and dripping down his neck, his shiny fangs poking out, nearly piercing his upper lip. there’s an animal in his hands, you presume dead, and his eyes are turning a darker red the longer he gazes at you.

you scream as he drops the dead bunny and starts to stalk after you, your fight or flight response kicking in as you sprint away from him, looking straight ahead and not making the mistake all the protagonists do in horror movies, which was to look behind themselves while running away from a murderer.

however, jaemin’s too fast for your tiny legs as he eventually catches up to you, you now tripping on nothing as he stumbles over you, breaking his fall with his hands.

you two are now face-to-face, a drop of blood landing on your cheek as he stares deeply into your eyes. you bring your hand up, making him flinch before you start to wipe away at the blood messily smeared on his mouth.

“y-y/n… I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I―“

you press your finger to his mouth, shutting him up instantly. “you obviously had your own reasons for not telling me.” you pause, using your other hand to cup his cheek, his breath hitching in the process. “I was worried about you, jaemin.”

“w-worried? aren’t you afraid of me?”

“jaem, you didn’t show up to school for two days. I had no idea what was going on, and this, this is all a tremendous shock to me.”

you feel something else hit your check, but instead of blood, it’s jaemin’s tears this time.

“I-I never wanted to hurt you, so I held myself back every day when I met you… and now, n-now you know what I am… just a creature of the night, wanting nothing more than to suck people’s blood and survive like we were born to do…”

you gaze into his sincere eyes and cautiously wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. he stills, slowly reciprocating the hug.

“I love you, you know.”

he chuckles into your neck, inhaling your scent. “I know. I’ve known ever since that night.” he buries his head further into your neck, relishing at the fact that you’re so close to him.

“c-can I?” he stutters, and you laugh.

“yes, jaem. you can.”

he takes a deep breath. “okay.” he breathes out, before opening his mouth wide and piercing into your neck. you wince, uncomfortable at the sensation of your blood flowing out of your neck freely. he only takes a few gulps though, before wiping your neck clean and helping you up, eventually giving you a piggyback ride.

“well, then. ready for another adventure?”