#this is supposed to be a serious post but chanbaek's have me laughing so hard

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ｖａｍｐｉｒｅ!ｅｘｏ ｒｅａｃｔｉｏｎ: mate’s death

Minseok:   

Minseok was a peaceful and quiet vampire, but because EXO was on the hitlist of a coven of dark witches, he was at risk. He thought that they would come after him, injuring him for a short while, but he’d fully recover. He never expected the hit to go onto you.

A perfect spring date was ruined by the coven placing a curse on you through a potion in your drink. A curse that would slowly and painfully make you waste away right infront of your partner. 

The moment he realised a curse had been put on you, he had the Red Velvet coven give you everything possible to try and stop it, but in the end it overpowered everything. 

He carried you to the bed, hoping you would get some sort of comfort so you could pass peacefully. The action failed and you still writhed in pain, trying everything to get the feeling to leave you alone for just a second. 

He made no effort to move when he heard your heartbeat finally stop, staying curled up with you surrounding him, a position he would stay in until he was forced out of it by his clan.

Junmyeon: 

Junmyeon had always been passionate about you staying human for as long as possible, wanting you to enjoy everything he never had the chance to. As time went on, you slowly aged; it was something he never noticed. You were still you, and he still adored you. 

To celebrate turning 200, you asked him to take you to the beach that you spent most of your days on when you first met. He happily planned it and took you, just as excited as you to go back to where things started between you. 

His hands help onto your tightly, helping you sit down on the sand before he wrapped you with the thick wool blanket you had been depending on alot recently. 

Your aged body had to lean against his for support as you watched the horizon together. Memories of your life together flooded your head while your eyes watched as the sky changed with the sunset. 

The prince kept his eyes on you, his own smile coming onto his lips once he saw yours. You stayed like this until the stars lit up the dark sky, your body slowly relaxing more and more into his as you peacefully took in your final minutes of life.

His lips pressed to your grey hair and his arms pulled you closer to him upon hearing your heart came to a stop. “Thank you for letting me love you.” 

Yixing:

Your death had happened so quickly. One of the newborns Yixing was tutoring snapped at your smell and drained you of your blood and life, leaving you limp infront of the prince. 

He rushed you to somewhere private and sent his venom into your system, biting several parts of your body to get as much of it inside you as possible so you could transition. 

Everything he had planned was cancelled in favour of spending time by your bedside. He spoke of all the things you’d do together once you woke up, but as the days went on, he grew silent, simply holding and kissing your hand. 

He entered the room on the day that marked your second week, hoping to find you sat up and bombarding him with questions about what happened. The scenario that played in his head about this moment was ruined when your body was in the same position he left it, this time with your skin pale and ashy, a sign that he had failed.

No grudge was held against the younger, their thirst was something they couldn’t control, but his inability to save you and teach would be something that would haunt him for the rest of his lonely life. 

Baekhyun:

Baekhyun was a playful soul, always wanting to cuddle, play fight, and be touchy with you. Sometimes he completely forgot how powerful he was and how fragile you were. 

Like every other night, he greeted you at the door, a wide grin on his face and eyes sparkling with love. “Welcome home!” he bounced on his feet, watching you shed your coat and shoes. Once you were done, his arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing you close to his body. 

The crack of your spine was covered by the sound of the squeals he emitted, happy to see you again after the tedious few hours you spent apart. When he pulled away, your body dropped to the floor, making him think you were pranking him. 

“Very funny,” he beamed, kneeling next to you on the floor, hands moving to your waist, ready to tickle you out of your act. 

It took him a minute to realise that you weren't putting this on, the giddiness leaving his body immediately. “Y/N?” he frowned at the lack of heartbeat. 

He took no time to gather you in his arms, nuzzling his face into your hair as he let the tears of guilt and pain run down his face.

Jongdae: 

Jongdae adjusted his tie for what felt like the millionth time, earning a chuckle from the owner of the cafe in which he was waiting for you. It was out of character for you to be late, so he decided to call you to see if there needed to be a cancellation. 

“Hello?” the voice that greeted him wasn’t yours, sending panic through his body.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“The owner of this phone? They’ve been involved in an accident.” 

The ambulance speeding past the cafe erased any thought that you were pulling some kind of joke. He rose from his seat and rushed out of the cafe, following the emergency vehicle. 

He made it to scene in seconds after, eyes finding your body surrounded by worried people. Even though he wanted to bring you into his arms and have everyone leave, he knew the paramedics were needed, so he stood to the side, watching them examine you. 

He pushed his way to walk by your covered body while it was being taken into the ambulance. “That’s my partner,” he frowned, looking between the two. 

“I’m sorry,” one of them spoke up. “Would you like to ride in the ambulance with them?”

He didn’t answer. He just set off running. He didn’t care who saw, he ran until he reached the perfect dark alley. He couldn’t stand being there. We everything reminded him of you. He slid down the decaying wall of the building, staring blankly ahead, unable to shake off the numb feeling.  

Chanyeol: 

Protecting you had been Chanyeol’s number one task, making him completely neglect everything else. You finally got to reunite, something you both daydreamed about and played over in your heads. 

His hollowed cheeks managed to pull up into a smile as you entered the room. “Long time no see, baby,” he held his arms out for you to walk into. 

His appearance caused you to drop your bag and roll up your sleeve, offering yourself to him so he could get back to his normal self.  

“Thanks,” he whispered, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, pressing soft kisses to the skin like always before he sunk his fangs into you. 

He was surrounded by you, enjoying your smell, your feel, your aura after being separated for so long. This euphoric trance he was in made him completely miss your safeword and your pleas for him to stop. He continued to drink from you until the delightful sound of your heart faded into nothing and your body collapsed onto the floor with a thud. 

The noise snapped him out, making him realise what he had done. “Baby,” he breathed, mentally praying you were just unconscious. He knelt next to you, ear pressing to the chest that he had just robbed of a heartbeat. He fell back against the bed, his body erupting into loud sobs. 

Kyungsoo:

The hospital was a place that was too much for Kyungsoo. Too many smells, sounds and feelings that made him feel dizzy, but he pushed through it to be by your side. 

Your condition wasn’t improving, even after being given every possible treatment, leaving you bed ridden and dependant on heavy pain relief to get through the day. The doctor had told him to prepare for your passing, which he predicted to happen within the next week. 

He entered your room quietly, trying not to wake you up. While you were asleep, you looked peaceful, which was something he couldn’t bare to change. 

“I brought your favourite,” he whispered, setting the plastic tub down on the bedside table before leaning to press his plump lips to your forehead gently. Cold. He pulled back, fingers coming to press against your neck, trying to get a pulse. 

The dizziness left him, everything was silent as he leaned down to pepper your skin in kisses and whisper a slurred mess of “Thank you” and “I love you.” He couldn’t cry. He knew that wherever you were now was being kinder than this world had been, that you no longer had to suffer and that within the next few weeks, he’d be joining you. 

Jongin: 

You were snatched from right under Jongin’s nose. He thought he had left you somewhere safe, but the younger clan that targeted you had a strong scent tracker and found you within days, holding your hostage in an untouched building. 

The clan managed to find and surround the building, ready to attack at his say. 

“He’s here,” he heard a voice say, causing him to tense up. “He brought his friends.”

“Kill them,” the snappy order triggered him to rush inside, trying to get to you. He wasn’t fast enough, your bloody and bruised body slumped over in the chair, your heartbeat gone, the vampire behind it stood next to you, smirking proudly at his work. 

Rage filled him, making him use his last few moments as a vampire to wipe out everyone in the room. 

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed as he came to kneel infront of you, cupping your cheek in his palm. “I failed you. I hope when we meet again you can forgive me.”

Sehun: 

Sehun’s hand gave yours a reassuring squeeze as he lead you through the grand halls of the palace to the throne room where his parents waited. 

“Breathe. Everything will be okay,” he leaned forward, connect his lips with your cheek before pushing open the door to the grand room, exposing you to his parents for the first time. 

“Mother. Father,” he greeted, bowing his head before turning to gesture to you. “This is my mate. Y/N,” he spoke proudly, moving his hand from yours to wrap around your waist. 

“Human?” the queen frowned, eyeing you up and down. “Did you forget what we taught you?” the two rose from their thrones to approach you both. You saw your partner’s posture change from the corner of your eyes, shoulder slumping slightly. 

You were separated from eachother, his father pulling you to the centre of the room, inspecting you closer. 

“Don’t,” the prince begged, trying to push past his mother to get to you. 

The queen gathered her prince into her arms, holding him in place as his father took you from him with a swift snap of your neck. 

“It’s for the better,” his mother soothed, stroking his hair when his body went limp against her.