#vampire Sunghoon

[hellokittywrites]

TEETH

segunda parte.

¿se sellará la indescriptible atracción que sentías hacia Park Sunghoon con el pinchazo de un colmillo?

pair: vampire! park sunghoon x f!reader x (sightly?) vampire! park jay

summary: sunghoon ya no puede resistirse más a ti, especialmente después de que descubrieras su verdadera identidad y de que park jay se comportase de una manera demasiado amistosa contigo para su gusto

warnings of part 2: menciones de dios y del cristianismo (nada de lo escrito se aplica a la religión referida, es sólo ficción basada en ella), sangre, mordiscos y puede que un poco subida de tono en algunas partes (???) no nsfw tho, lenguaje malsonante

words: 3004 (im sorry)

quick note: resulta que no sólo van a ser dos partes... esta historia está volviéndose más interesante de lo que pensaba y puede que se vuelva una miniserie <3

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Sunghoon conectó sus ojos con los tuyos y las palmas de sus manos guardadas en los bolsillos de su pantalón de traje podrían haber empezado a sangrar en cualquier momento de la fuerza con la que estaba clavando sus uñas en ellas, buscando con el dolor, distraerse a sí mismo de quién tenía en frente, de tenerte cara a cara. 

Dios, había olido tu sangre desde mucho antes de que llegaras a la azotea y, pese a haberse apartado de la fiesta para ir a la zona más alejada y solitaria con la intención de no estar en tu radar, su instinto depredador consiguió igualmente atraerte hacia él.

Tu respiración agitada prueba de un corazón también agitado provocó la rebelión de sus colmillos. Dolían, y la fachada de indiferencia de Sunghoon cayó tras tres segundos de contacto visual, debido a cómo se encontraban pinchando su rojizo labio, buscando ser liberados de la presión que Sunghoon estaba ejerciendo, queriendo contenerse a sí mismo.

Porque si de ellos fuera, te mordería. Oh, si te mordería.

Aquella chispa de incomodidad, te hizo salir del estado de alucinación en el que te encontrabas. ¿Cómo que Sunghoon era tu sueño, o todo lo que necesitabas? No había ninguna prueba racional que explicase aquella premisa y no ibas a ponerte a buscarla próximamente. Así, fue ese ligero frunce de sus negras cejas lo que te hizo despertar. Tu respiración se empezó a calmar de la carrera que acababas de hacer, además de que ya empezabas a sentirte un poco mareada.

Recuperaste un poco la compostura dentro de lo posible ante la presencia de aquel hombre.

Sunghoon notó tu cambio y nunca creyó en dios, teniendo en cuenta su condición -aquella figura divina le parecía una simple invención a la que a veces se dirigía por desesperación-, pero le agradeció esa relajación por tu parte. Si seguías presa de lo que su interior más salvaje te hacia sentir, esa necesidad de satisfacción última por su persona, entonces él no podría hacer nada para contenerse. No tendría las fuerzas, ni siquiera la oportunidad, de reprimir aquel demonio interno que se encontraba babeando por probar tu sangre, por morderte, por marcarte, por sellarte como de su propiedad con sus colmillos.

Había oído hablar de conexiones similares: el regalo de Dios hacia los vampiros, el mayor acto de misericordia. Un vampiro destinado a un humano y un humano destinado a un vampiro. La satisfacción de su deseo asesino con un humano al que amará de por vida y que lo volverá bueno, correcto, humano.

Sunghoon nunca creyó estas patrañas pues jamás existió un vampiro cuyos colmillos fueran de la propiedad de un sólo humano, sólo pudiendo morderle a él y, cuando lo hiciera, no querer probar otra sangre nunca más.

Claro que éstas eran las palabras de la leyenda y el entorno de Sunghoon, lleno de vampiros casados con otros vampiros pero con numerosos mordiscos hacia múltiples humanos distintos, no le era el mejor contexto para creer en algo así como "tu salvación destinada".

Jake y Heeseung, además del resto de sus compañeros, solían encajar en las actividades de un vampiro adulto. La sangre humana es tentadora, pero no tanto como para perder el control, como muchas de las novelas vampíricas quieren probar. Uno puede saciar su hambre con su plato favorito conscientemente, disfrutando del sabor pero sin pasar los límites. En el caso de los humanos, son límites de quién come, cuánto su estómago puede aguantar; en el caso de los vampiros, el límite está en la persona de que se alimentan.

Esto ayudaba a que pudiesen convivir, pero Sunghoon, cuyo padre era un hombre sin prudencia, creció acostumbrándose a ver cuerpos totalmente secos saliendo de las puertas de su casa cada mañana.

Cuando vio el rostro sin vida de su niñera a la que en secreto llamaba madre, juró que él no iba a ser un asesino, no iba a dejarse llevar. No iba a alimentarse de sangre humana.

Pero tu cuerpo abrazado por ese vestido, tus ojos deseosos que le miran sin vergüenza alguna, tus labios brillantes y tentadores bajo la luz de la luna... Sunghoon sentía que iba a romper aquel juramento y lo peor es que lo haría sin remordimientos.

¿Creía Sunghoon que eras su salvación destinada? Lo único que Sunghoon sabía era que te detestaba por convertirle en la bestia que estaba destinada a ser, arrodillándose ante ti, ahogado en tu sangre.

Y estaba enfadado, verdaderamente molesto.

Sí, tras percibir cómo volvías a mantener la calma -dentro de lo que cabía-, Sunghoon, gran observador, se molestó más al darse cuenta de un factor y no pudo evitar mantener su silencio por más tiempo.

—Vengo más tarde, intentando evitarte y mírate... Los protegidos tendrían que haberse ido hace una hora y media— Ladeó la cabeza mientras levantaba unos centímetros su barbilla, suavemente. Sunghoon era absolutamente majestuoso con la luz de la Luna acariciando sus rasgos faciales. Entrecerró los ojos y temiste volverte transparente ante él. —Seguro que ya has visto por qué... ¿verdad?—

Sí, lo habías visto pero, ¿tu esperada hora de partida? No, no lo sabías. Ni Aerin ni Sunoo te habían comentado nada por el estilo. Pero antes de hacer esta reflexión, sentiste estar a punto de volver a caer en el abismo de pérdida de conciencia que Park Sunghoon te suponía. Después de tres intensos meses de un anhelo secreto, te había hablado por primera vez. Esa voz que siempre te despertó de un sueño desconocido, haciéndote consciente de algo que todavía no sabías denominar, se había dirigido a ti, mirándote, examinándote, prestándote toda su atención, tal y como en tus más oscuros sueños siempre habías sucedido.

Tu cuello volvió a palpitar y Sunghoon, como si lo hubiera notado, dio un paso atrás, casi chocando con el muro de cristal de la azotea, mientras giraba la cabeza hacia el otro lado, bajando la mirada y lamiéndose los labios con frustración. Notaste su nuez moviéndose tras tragar. Inconscientemente, tú también tragaste.

Sunghoon te estaba distrayendo demasiado del por qué tus supuestos amigos, tu supuesta mejor amiga, habían decidido omitir un detalle tan importante como la necesidad de irte hace media hora para evitar encontrarte con supuestos vampiros o, mejor dicho, evitar estar en un lugar en el que sus colmillos eran absoluta y legalmente libres, sin necesidad de ser retenidos, sin ser nombrados armas asesinas.

Evitar unos como los de Sunghoon. No, tanto tú como él lo sabían, no había otra opción, otros colmillos para ti. Evitar los colmillos de Sunghoon pues sólo podían ser ellos los únicos cuyo dueño podía llamarte proclamándote de esa forma.

Evitar que sucediera lo que estaba a punto de suceder si ninguno de los dos frenaba, si ni tú ni él deteníais este terremoto descontrolado. Y tú deberías ser quién lo hiciera. Tú, la presa, deberías escapar de tu depredador y, sin embargo, ahí iba un paso, dos pasos, tres pasos hacia un vampiro, hacia Park Sunghoon.

— Quieta, por favor. No — Sunghoon se pegó lo máximo posible a aquel muro, susurrando aquella negación casi con derrota en su voz, sacando sus pálidas manos llenas de marcas de frustración de sus bolsillos, tensándose con cada paso que dabas.

La azotea no era muy ancha de largo y ahora os encontrabais a cuatro pasos el uno del otro. Sunghoon nunca tuvo la necesidad de respirar y, pese a eso, ahora sus pulmones lo estaban haciendo.

Estabas a punto de caer y rendirte ante tu propia libertad pero, como él, la racionalidad todavía seguía de pie en la batalla. Y, buscando distraerte de su expresión frustrada que te producía una calidez placentera en tu vientre, la música que parecía hasta el momento sonar de fondo, incrementó en volumen, junto con los gritos de júbilo de los participantes de aquel ahora terrorífico evento.

Así, recordaste todo. Sunoo mordiendo a Aerin, los colmillos de Jake, la sangre de aquella chica que estaba con Heeseung, lo que de verdad servían en la cocina... ¿Realmente existían los vampiros? ¿Realmente todo lo que había sucedido eran pruebas claves para probar tu teoría? ¿Realmente estabas a punto de creer en la existencia de los vampiros? Sunghoon sólo te había dado una indirecta que podía hacer referencia a otra cosa.

Pero, si realmente era así y ellos eran eso, el enfado era lo que te encontrarías sintiendo. ¿Cuánto te habían manipulado exactamente?

Te dirigiste a él con una mirada que sin que fueras consciente de ello, era desafiante. Sunghoon, al ver la chispa encendida en tus ojos, tuvo que volver a controlarse mientras, sin poder evitarlo, sonreía ladinamente. Le gustabas, Dios, le volvías absolutamente loco.

—¿Tú también haces eso?— Preguntaste mientras sentiste tus rodillas temblar por un momento. El frío que acariciaba tus desnudas piernas fue al que culpaste, no queriendo pensar en los efectos de la sonrisa del hombre que tenías enfrente tuya.

Esa misma sonrisa que pretendías ignorar sólo se agrandó más, dejando, ahora sí, ver una chispa de aquellos colmillos, todavía no en su estado total de liberación pues Sunghoon seguía reteniéndolos. Pero tu voz le gustaba demasiado, como tus piernas desnudas. Le estabas provocando sed... Mucha sed.

—Vas a tener que ser más específica— Sunghoon contuvo su lengua antes de pronunciar tu nombre o entonces tendría la gran necesidad de conocer el sabor de tu sangre.

Le miraste entrecerrando los ojos. Habías visto las pruebas por ti misma, negar o intentar ser racional no servía de nada por mucho que supusiese afirmar la existencia de aquellos seres. Suspiraste y te lamiste el labio inferior antes de preguntar— ¿Muerdes a la gente inferior a ti?—.

Sunghoon alzó una ceja y se mantuvo en un extraño en silencio. Aquel gesto como respuesta despertó en ti un nerviosismo que sonó más brusco de lo que pretendías —¿Qué? ¿Acaso me equivoco? Vampiro—.

Oh, Sunghoon podría mirar tu expresión de enfado por toda la eternidad, temió. Pero en el fondo, intentaba distraerse del asco con el que expresaste aquella palabra, su verdadera identidad. Tu tono había rasguñado un poco su estático corazón.

Esta vez fuiste tú la observadora perspicaz y lo notaste. ¿Existía un punto débil en su gran armadura? Diste un paso y Sunghoon no pudo más.

—Corre— Su voz ahora gélida, sus colmillos ahora en su estado libre y natural, su hambre descontrolada.

Dudaste un segundo. ¡Aquellos colmillos parecieron a simple vista hechos para tu cuello!. Ese era tu lugar, tu sueño. Por un momento ibas a quedarte por iniciativa propia pero, antes de cumplir ese deseo, notaste el dolor en sus capas de desgrado, el alma en su intento de incendio y tus piernas se alejaron rápidamente al volver a recordar que él era un vampiro, un asesino. Park Sunghoon.

Corriste escaleras abajo, temiendo que te atrapara, pero Sunghoon en ningún momento te persiguió o hizo ademán de hacerlo. Desde el primer momento sólo quiso que escaparas, siendo un depredador con el castigo de necesitar a una presa no deseada. ¿Lo hacía por ti? Sunghoon nunca era honesto consigo mismo, así que claramente lo hizo por él, para no volverse quién más odia, para no ser su padre.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

Fue un milagro que no te hubieras tropezado con las escaleras mientras, con la respiración entrecortada, te hacías paso entre alumnos SSR que ahora eran percibidos por tus ojos con temor. La música te hacía pitar los oídos y acostumbrarse a la oscuridad nunca fue tan difícil pero ahí estaba, la puerta de salida.

Miraste hacia atrás por un segundo tras escuchar un ruido demasiado cerca y no proveniente de la piscina. Ahí, en plena gloria, los colmillos de Sunoo volvían a penetrar el cuello de Aerin. Sentiste lágrimas acudir a tus ojos y, sin pensarlo más, atravesaste la puerta, saliendo de aquella casa.

Caminaste un tanto apurada por la acera de la desierta carretera y al momento te diste cuenta de que no sabías dónde estabas. Giraste la cabeza hacia la casa, buscando señales de un Sunghoon persiguiéndote, pero nada.

Una idea cruzó tu mente y decidiste caminar en el sentido contrario, retrocediendo en tus pasos, buscando desde la carretera ver la azotea. Escondiéndote un poco entre una moto y un arbusto, levantaste dirigiste tu atenta mirada hacia el lugar donde minutos antes casi sucumbías a tus deseos. Deseaste por un momento que no estuviese desierta, significando en la cercanía de Sunghoon, fruto de aquella parte irracional que seguía y, después de tu primera conversación con él, más que nunca necesitada de él.

Para tu decepción, Park Sunghoon no se había movido ni un milímetro del borde de la azotea, pero esta vez miraba las vistas, dándote la espalda. Aliviada, pero a la vez tremendamente avergonzada al haber caído en lo que no pareció minutos antes un engaño, soltaste un suspiro mientras tus mejillas se incendiaban.

—No te recomendaría mear ahí— Una voz grave y un poco raspada te sorprendió, haciéndote saltar y, de no ser por el arbusto, estarías en el suelo con uno de tus bonitos tacones rotos.

Tu cabeza se apartó de Sunghoon rápidamente dirigiendo la mirada hacia aquella voz.

Park Jay, con su característica ceja cortada, frente descubierta y ojos negros rasgados te recibió, dirigiéndote una mirada cansada. Al momento, te apartaste tanto de la moto como del arbusto, volviendo a la acera. Estabais frente a frente. —No estaba intentando mear —Tu voz sonó un poco más elevado de lo que pretendías y te hizo sentirte más avergonzada.

—Ya— Soltó Jay elevando una de sus cejas mientras encogía los hombros. En verdad, no le importaba mucho la respuesta, mientras su moto siguiera intacta. Porque así era Park Jay, el alumno de las SSR y del grupo de Sunghoon que menos destacaba salvo por ser el capitán de béisbol de la academia Bram Stoker, más concretamente, el primero en la historia del equipo en ser elegido en primer curso.

Como con el resto de SSR que no fuesen Sunoo o Aerin (salvo en esta fiesta en la que intentaste pasártelo en grande), mantenías tus distancias con Jay Park. Siendo del mismo curso que Sunghoon, ésta era también vuestra primera conversación.

Y así siguió Jay, mirando la moto. Todavía no habíais hecho contacto visual desde su inesperada aparición mientras mirabas tus tacones, buscando distraerte. Jay, una vez comprobado que su roja moto estaba en perfecto estado, se dirigió a ti.

La sorpresa fue evidente en la ampliación de sus orbes negros tras hacer contacto visual con el jugador de béisbol. Frunciste el ceño por un momento, no entendiendo muy bien su reacción. ¿Tenías algo en la cara..? Hasta que recordaste las palabras de Sunghoon. Hace tiempo que tendrías que haberte ido porque...

Diste un paso hacia atrás y tus brazos se tensaron a cada lado de tu cuerpo, ahora no tropezándote con tus tacones. Te mordiste el interior de la mejilla mientras rápidamente echaste una ojeada hacia tus alrededores, buscando una posible vía de escape si las circunstancias la requerían.

No sabías muy bien exactamente lo que había pasado en la fiesta, pero sí que había vampiros. ¿Cuántos? ¿Quiénes eran y quiénes no? El corto tiempo que había transcurrido desde esa revelación al presente de Park Jay hicieron que no tuvieras el puzzle completo, pero sí lo suficiente para saber dónde colocar la siguiente pieza. Y Jay premió tu inteligencia en su cabeza con un imperceptible asentimiento.

Se quitó la piruleta roja que desde el principio tenía en la boca y, acercando su brazo al casco de moto negro como el carbón situado sobre su moto, similar a sus ojos, casi soltó una carcajada.

—Así que ya sabes quiénes somos o, mejor dicho, lo que somos— Jay subió la mirada hacia tu figura, escaneando tu cuerpo. Gesto que no te ayudó a bajar la guardia ante su persona.

Tu ceño fruncido le pareció divertido y se apoyó en su moto, observándote con una chispa de interés en sus ojos. Pero no era el interés de Sunghoon, ni tampoco indicaba sed o lujuria. Tú tampoco te sentías de la misma manera cuando le mirabas a los ojos. Era como estar con Sunoo antes de saber que era... que era...

—¿Tú también eres un vampiro?— Preguntaste con un tono de voz un tanto grave, pero no titubeante.

Una sonrisa nostálgica fue lo que te respondió y tu confusión te hizo prestar más atención a la vez que él se volvía a llevar el caramelo a la boca. Ahí, entre su lengua y el resto de sus dientes, había un colmillo roto, partido.

La sorpresa fue evidente en tu cara y ahora si, Park Jay se rio abiertamente. Mientras sus carcajadas se mezclaban con el sonido lejano de la música, no sabías qué hacer.

— Para. Por favor, para— Dijiste intentando aguantar una sonrisa que se te moría por escapar ante toda esta locura que acababas de vivir. Jay hizo caso omiso a tus palabras y tardó varios segundos en recomponerse.

Te sonrió ladinamente y, tirándote el casco, dijo —Supongo que necesitas que alguien te lleve a los dormitorios. Sube— Jay, sin casco, detalle que no te sorprendió al entender más o menos la razón, se subió a la moto, esperándote.

Lo correcto y racional era negarse. Pero morder técnicamente no te podría morder y, pese a ser alumno SSR, su sonrisa llegaba a sus ojos, o por lo menos las que te había dedicado en el corto período de aquella conversación. No, conducir una moto era muy peligroso. Pero quedarte ahí suponía más peligros con un Sunghoon acechando y unos amigos que pueden que no sean tan amigos. Además de los vampiros. No, Jay también era un vampiro. Decidiste negarte obviamente-

—Está bien, pero debes responder a todas mis preguntas— Te acercaste y te colocaste detrás de un sorprendido Jay, el cual tras verte correctamente situada en su moto, sonrió caninamente.

—Eso ya lo veremos— Jay encendió la moto y os alejasteis de la casa.

Todo bajo la atenta mirada de un Park Sunghoon que juró en ese mismo instante hacerte suya y a la mierda su propio juicio.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

tercera parte

taglist: @strxwbloody @baaamkyu (open!)

notes: omg!! segunda parte lista. siento que sea un poco corta comparada con la anterior pero estas escenas me salieron más largas de lo que pensaba y no quería haceros esperar mucho. ¿qué tal la dinámica entre sunghoon y la prota? prometo que ellos dos son endgame!!! la aparición de jay es cosa mía jusjus <3333

[soobins--dimple]

Forbidden Vampire Love- Sunghoon

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He hears it loud and clear.

It's obvious that the culprit is trying to be sneaky but their doing a horrible job at it.

He flies through the shadows with ease, stalking his next victim. He places a hand on her shoulder and a ear wrenching screen comes out of her mouth.

She turns around, a pout on her face. Her gorgeous, gorgeous face.

"I could hear you from a mile away" she sulks some more, "I was trying to scare you" she says with a bit of whine in her voice. "My love, no matter how hard you try you'll never be able to scare me."

She rolled her beautiful eyes and huffed. "You know for someone who claims to always protect me, you sure do love to scaring me"

He gasped dramatically acting hurt. "How could you say that"

She laughed putting both her hands on his cheeks. "I'm just messing around Hoon"

His undead heart flutters at the nickname for the thousandth time. But his eyes get more intense and his voice was no longer playful.

"Seriously though, I'll watch over you and protect you at all cost, my love."

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

When he pulls away and she can feel his shape fangs against her bottom lip, he whispers against them,

"My lovely, lovely y/n"

[blackch-rry]

Moment of Peace (Or Lack Thereof)

Pairing: Shy!Vampire!Sunghoon x Werewofl!Reader

Summary: Sunghoon finds himself caught in a moment of weakness thinking you and him are home alone. Keeping your relationship private has been easy, but not until Niki stumbles upon it.

Warnings: none, really. One swear word. Fluff?? Niki being a lil snitch. Sunghoon’s peace being disturbed for the unseeable future.

WC: 0.973k

A/N: I’ve been trying to write a vampire x werewolf au, Romeo and Juliet type vibes between reader and Sunghoon, but i just had to write this scene out first. Not really connected, but same type of world! …but if i do write a fic about it, it would be ten times more angst. This is also written on zero hours of sleep.

***

“I thought you said she wasn’t allowed on the couch.” 

Sunghoon’s attention is ripped away from his book. His eyes land on Niki, who is standing near the bottom of the stairs. A playful grin on the younger’s face as he glances between your sleeping form and Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon removes the hand that was mindlessly petting your wolf form. He rests it on the back of the couch instead. He looks at the younger boy, an unexpected hint of embarrassment caught in his words, “It’s whatever…just go somewhere else.” 

Niki manages to suppress his laughter at the sight of him. He’s quick to realize that Sunghoon is indeed very embarrassed; like a kid getting caught in the act of doing something he shouldn’t. It’s the way Sunghoon is looking back at the pages of his book, blankly staring in one spot as if waiting for Niki to leave, that confirms it. 

Niki has never wanted to make fun of him this much in his life, but he decides not to. Growing into his maturity and all. One thing catches him off guard. He’s never seen Sunghoon this shy before. Niki expected him to yell at him to mind his own business, but instead he’s met with a silent Sunghoon. Niki wonders if it’s because you’re sleeping and he doesn’t want to wake you.

Huh… Sunghoon? Him and his love for scolding? He actually cares about not disturbing your sleep…

Niki feels like he’s missing something. Something very important. 

He begins to wonder if you are also the reason for Sunghoon’s shift in behavior the past months. God, he’s practically itching to ask and tease him about it. About you. 

Reluctantly, Niki just glances between the two of you, a furrow in his brow, before sauntering off towards another part of the house. 

Sunghoon watches him leave through his peripheral vision. He waits until he can no longer hear his footsteps before letting his body relax, tension visibly seeping off. The book falls to a gentle close; his thumb keeping his place. He leans his head back against the couch before peering down at you. Still asleep with your head resting on Sunghoon’s thigh. 

He himself feels surprised at his behavior. The weird way his jaw clenched when he heard Niki’s voice, or the heat that coursed throughout his body being seen like this. Going against his own words. Caught in a moment of vulnerability and giving in when you sat by his feet and looked at him expectantly just hours prior. He’s embarrassed. (Which is something he’s not used to).

He thought the guys were out of the house, doing their own things. That’s why he let you climb up without hesitation, because he’s done it numerous times before. The newfound side of him that allows himself to give in to you, get distracted by all of you, was something that he wanted private, not let the other guys know. They didn’t need to know. Not about how he’s no longer strict and cold towards you, or how one part of him wants to feel affectionate towards you without hiding it from the others. 

He groans, already irritated just thinking about how Niki is probably snitching on him right now. Sunghoon isn’t fond of his peace being disturbed. He has a gut feeling he won’t be finding a moment of peace anytime soon, at least not with just you and him. 

His hand slowly finds its way back to you, gently running down your side, his fingers playing with your relaxed ears at times. He’s just glad you didn’t wake up, that you didn’t see the hint of pink creeping up on his face, because he knows that if you did and shifted back to your human form…He’d be more irritated than ever seeing an amused smile on your pretty face. 

Sunghoon decides to pick up where he left off in his book and relish in the warmth on his thigh before his moment of peace is washed away by a storm. 

***

Niki did in fact snitch on him mere minutes after. 

“He was the one so against it! Fucking hypocrite!”, Jake peers into one of the windows, trying to see if it’s true, but ultimately just focuses back on the circle they’ve all formed. 

Sunghoon was almost right about one thing. Everyone was out of the house, besides Niki. After the younger vampire scurried off, he caught a glimpse of the others coming back from the main village. The gossip circle was quickly formed shortly after. 

Jake begins again, “Aren’t I right? He did tell us to not let her on the couch whenever she’s shifted.” 

Heeseung tilts his head slightly, “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t see it coming.”

“Huh?”

“He’s had this crush forming on her for months. You know how he is, he’d never be upfront about it. Definitely not in front of us.” 

“What?!”

“I totally knew it.”

“Dude, no you didn’t!”

The six of them quickly start to overlap in arguments. Not being aware of their volume. It’s not until a couple minutes pass and the sound of the side door being opened catches their attention. 

You, now in your human form, stand in the doorway wearing an oversized shirt. You give them a skeptical look, questioning what they’re up to despite the fact you heard everything. A blessing, and somewhat curse, of heightened hearing.

“You guys are being very loud out here.” 

“Oh- uh, sorry?”

You glance around at their bewildered expressions before smiling to yourself. Sorry to Sunghoon, but he’s about to be a very irritated man.

“And just to clear the air, Sunghoon and I have been dating for a month.” 

You hastily walk back into the house, escaping the scene of the crime, but the six of them are quick to follow with more overlapping remarks of shock. 

[gyuuberryy]

fatal trouble

pairing: vampire!sunghoon x reader

synopsis: your roommate is hot. really really hot. and odd too. really really odd. after a strange experience with him, you slowly start distancing yourself from him. but, it becomes exceptionally hard with your feelings coming in the way. how are you supposed to protect yourself if you can’t resist him? the answer is you don’t need to. your fates are intertwined and there's no letting go.

genre: roommates to lovers, vampire au, soulmate au

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of nightmares and blood, jealous!sunghoon, 

note: dropping this before i go on hiatus for a month due to school work. i haven't proofread it that well i hope there are no mistakes. also im obsessed with vampire aus, enhablr needs more of them fr!! i hope you enjoy reading this!

word count: 6k

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face, casting long shadows across sunghoon's pristine white sheets. you were sprawled out on his bed, legs crossed beneath you, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of textbooks and papers. the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room, broken only by the intermittent clicks of your keyboard.

sunghoon sat at his desk, a silhouette against the darkened room, save for the focused beam of his desk lamp. his fingers danced across the keyboard with an almost rhythmic precision, the soft glow of the screen reflecting in his dark eyes. you’d grown accustomed to the sight of him engrossed in his work, a solitary figure lost in the world of ones and zeros.

you’d known each other for a few months now, the kind of acquaintance born out of shared living space and the occasional group project. as roommates sharing the same major, your apartment had become a de facto study hub. computer science had thrown you together more often than not, and tonight was no exception. 

“hey, did you get the part about the algorithm?” your voice, a whisper in the quiet, cut through the comfortable silence.

sunghoon glanced up, his eyes a deep, almost unnatural shade of red in the dim light. for a moment, you were struck by how different he looked compared to the daylight. “yeah, i think so. isn’t it something about minimising the time complexity?”

you nodded, your eyes scanning the code on your screen. “exactly. i’m just having trouble with the implementation.”

a comfortable silence settled over the room as you both focused on your respective screens. the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of keys and the occasional sigh of frustration. you glanced up at sunghoon, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of his monitor. his long, slender fingers moved with an almost hypnotic grace across the keyboard.

there was something undeniably attractive about his focused intensity. his features, normally sharp and aloof, softened slightly when he was engrossed in his work. it was a side of him you rarely saw, and it was oddly captivating.

you shook your head, mentally scolding yourself for such thoughts. he was your roommate, nothing more. and besides, there was no way he could be interested in someone like you.

“hey,” sunghoon’s voice cut through your reverie, “i think i figured it out.”

you blinked, startled. “oh, really? want to explain it?”

he nodded, sliding his chair back and standing up. he walked over to your side of the bed, his tall frame looming over you. as he leaned in to point at your screen, his scent washed over you – a subtle blend of wood and something else, almost sweet, that you couldn’t quite place.

you felt a strange warmth creeping up your neck as he hovered over you. his proximity was unnerving, yet strangely intoxicating. you swallowed hard, trying to focus on the code in front of you.

sunghoon's breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble, "try this." his finger hovered over your keyboard, about to demonstrate.

you felt a shiver run down your spine, not from the cool night air but from the inexplicable sensation of being so close to him. his scent, a mix of something woodsy and faintly sweet, was intoxicating. you tried to focus on the code, to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

he typed a few lines, his fingers brushing against yours. the contact sent a jolt of electricity through you. you forced yourself to concentrate on the screen, trying to understand the changes he made.

"see?" he said, straightening up. "it's simpler this way."

you nodded, still reeling from the physical contact. "thanks," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper.

sunghoon stepped back, a small smile playing on his lips. "no problem," he said, turning back to his own computer.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. it was just sunghoon, your roommate. nothing more. but the way he had acted, the way he had touched you, it was making it hard to think of him that way.

the room was quiet again, the only sounds the soft clacking of keyboards and the occasional rustle of paper. you were deep in thought, trying to wrap your head around a particularly complex problem when a question popped into your head. on impulse, you asked, “so, sunghoon, what do you do in your free time, when you’re not, you know, studying?”

sunghoon paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. a flicker of something, perhaps surprise or amusement, passed across his face before he responded smoothly, “free time is a luxury for a computer science student, don’t you think? but when i do find a spare moment, i usually spend it reading or exploring new coding languages.”

his answer was polite, but it felt rehearsed, as if he'd prepared a response for just such a question. a sense of curiosity sparked within you. you’d always thought sunghoon was a bit of an enigma, but this was a new level of intrigue.

curiosity, a persistent itch, prodded you to ask something more than just about schoolwork.

“hey, i was curious about this” you started, your voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner, “where are you from?” it was a simple question, one you would normally ask any new acquaintance, but there was something about sunghoon that made you curious about his past.

he paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. for a moment, there was a stillness in the room that was almost palpable. then, with a casual shrug, he replied, "oh, just a small town. nothing interesting." the response was swift, deflecting your question with ease.

confused, you returned to your code, but your mind was racing. there was something off about sunghoon, something that had intrigued you from the moment you met him. you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there were strange little details that had started to accumulate.

there were those odd instances – like the time you'd woken up in the middle of the night to find the kitchen light on and sunghoon standing at the counter, completely motionless, his eyes glowing an eerie red. or the way he seemed to have an uncanny ability to appear and disappear without a sound. and then there was the peculiar lack of a reflection in any mirror in his room.

these memories surfaced, sharp and clear, as if your brain was piecing together a puzzle it didn't know existed. you shook your head, dismissing the thoughts as overactive imagination. after all, sunghoon was just your roommate, a fellow computer science student. nothing more, nothing less.

a yawn escaped your lips as you stretched, the late hour finally catching up with you. “i think i’m going to call it a night,” you announced, rubbing your eyes. the weight of the unanswered questions about sunghoon was beginning to feel heavy.

sunghoon nodded, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. “alright, good night then. i’ll probably stay up a bit longer.”

you nodded in response, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. as you stood up, you glanced down at the floor. something was off. the soft glow from sunghoon’s computer cast long shadows on the floor, including a distinct one from his chair. but there was no shadow of sunghoon himself. the spot where his shadow should have been was empty, an inky void against the illuminated floor.

a chill ran down your spine. your heart pounded in your ears. your mind raced, trying to come up with a logical explanation, but nothing made sense. you snatched up your bag, your movements jerky and panicked. without a second thought, you fled back to your room, the door slamming shut behind you. you fumbled with the lock, your hands trembling. only when you heard the satisfying click of the lock did you allow yourself to breathe.

your heart pounded in your ears as you leaned against the cool metal of your door. the realisation of what you had seen was slowly sinking in. no human lacked a shadow. it was impossible. a chill ran down your spine.

you tried to rationalise it away. maybe there was a draft, or a trick of the light. but deep down, you knew better. something was profoundly wrong, and it was connected to sunghoon. the friendly, quiet roommate you thought you knew was now shrouded in an unsettling mystery.

you glanced at the clock. it was late, and exhaustion was starting to creep in. you needed to sleep, to clear your head. but how could you sleep with this looming over you? you decided to distract yourself by pulling out a book from your shelf, hoping the words would drown out the unsettling thoughts.

as you turned the pages, your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. his unusual behaviour, the absence of his shadow, it all fit together into a terrifying puzzle. you tried to shake off the feeling, but it was like a persistent itch you couldn't scratch.

sleep finally claimed you, but it was restless. your dreams were filled with shadows, long and menacing, closing in on you. you woke up with a start, your heart racing. the first light of dawn was filtering through your curtains. you got out of bed and went to the window. the world outside looked ordinary, peaceful. but you knew the truth was far from it.

something was wrong with sunghoon, and you were determined to find out what.

the days following your unsettling discovery were a blur of forced normalcy. you tried to interact with sunghoon as if nothing was amiss, but the weight of your knowledge cast a long shadow over your interactions. you found yourself avoiding his gaze, your voice trembling when you spoke to him.

sunghoon seemed oblivious to your discomfort at first. he’d always been a quiet person, so his reserved nature didn’t raise any immediate suspicion. however, as the days turned into weeks, his patience began to wear thin.

"hey, are you free to study together tomorrow?" he asked one evening as you were both making dinner. his tone was casual, but you could detect a hint of underlying disappointment.

your heart skipped a beat. you’d been avoiding his study invitations, coming up with increasingly elaborate excuses. the truth hung heavy in the air, a tangible thing between you. you hesitated, your mind racing.

"i... i’m really busy tomorrow," you stammered, your voice barely audible. "maybe next week?"

disappointment flashed across sunghoon’s face before he masked it with a forced smile. "sure, no problem," he replied, his voice flat.

as he turned away, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. you'd hurt him, and you knew it.

the night was a descent into terror. you dreamt of shadows, long and menacing, closing in on you. sunghoon was there, but not as you knew him. his eyes burned with an unnatural light, and his form was distorted, monstrous. you were running, but your legs were leaden, and the shadows were gaining on you. a scream built in your throat, but no sound escaped.

you woke with a start, drenched in sweat. your heart pounded like a drumbeat in your chest. panic washed over you as you gasped for air. you were disoriented, unsure of where you were. a noise from the living room startled you, and you jumped out of bed.

the light was on, and there, standing in the doorway, was sunghoon, his face etched with concern. before you could react, you found yourself lunging at him, your hands grasping at his neck. he didn't fight back, instead, he held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

your sobs racked your body as you clung to him, finding solace in his warmth. he shushed you softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. gradually, your breathing began to slow, and your body relaxed.

when you finally calmed down, sunghoon gently guided you back to bed. he sat on the edge, running a comforting hand through your hair. you clung to him, your fear slowly dissipating.

in the quiet that followed, you felt a strange urge to confide in him. your voice was barely a whisper when you began, "i dreamt of you... as something... different."

sunghoon stiffened, but his grip on you didn't loosen. something flashed behind his eyes, but he listened intently as you recounted the terrifying details of your nightmare. when you finished, he was silent for a long moment. finally, he whispered, "go back to sleep," and you felt him lean down to kiss your forehead.

with that, he quietly left the room, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

the days that followed were a careful ballet of avoidance. you moved through your days with a practised detachment, constructing an invisible wall between yourself and sunghoon. the weight of your decision pressed down on you like a physical burden. despite the burgeoning crush that had blossomed in the quiet corners of your heart, you'd created a formidable wall between yourself and sunghoon. his enigmatic nature, coupled with the unsettling discoveries you'd made, had convinced you to keep him at arm's length. it was a lonely existence, a self-imposed exile that offered a semblance of safety.

your days were a monotonous cycle of lectures, assignments, and solitary meals. you'd found solace in the company of your classmate, lee heeseung, his cheerful demeanour a stark contrast to the storm raging within you. yet, even as you laughed and shared stories with him, a part of you longed for the quiet intensity of sunghoon's presence.

in the vast, impersonal lecture hall, you’d sought refuge in the anonymity of the crowd. but even here, you couldn't escape the weight of your decision. a persistent sense of being watched gnawed at you, a constant reminder of the eyes that followed your every move. and you knew very well who it was. it was during one such lecture that the tension reached a breaking point.

you were engrossed in your notes when a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught your attention. a cold prickle ran down your spine as you slowly turned your head. there, in the row behind you, sat sunghoon, his gaze fixed intently on you. his expression was a complex interplay of emotions - longing, pain, and a flicker of something darker.

your heart pounded in your chest as a wave of guilt washed over you. you'd hurt him, pushed him away without a second thought. in that moment, as his eyes held yours, you realised the depth of your own cowardice.

not to mention, with each passing night your nightmares had intensified. each night a descent into a darker, more terrifying realm. sleep, once a refuge, had transformed into a battlefield, leaving you exhausted and on edge. the physical toll was evident - dark circles shadowed your eyes, and your skin had started to take on a sickly pallor.

despite your deteriorating condition, you continued to maintain your distance from sunghoon. guilt gnawed at you, but fear held you captive. yet, in the aftermath of each nightmare, you found yourself seeking solace in his presence. he’d sit by your bed his silent vigil a comforting anchor in the storm of your nightmares. his touch, gentle and reassuring, had become a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink of despair.

one particularly harrowing night, you woke up screaming, your body drenched in sweat. sunghoon was by your side almost instantly, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. as your fear subsided, you began to recount the nightmare, your voice trembling.

"i... i dreamt of a place," you managed to say, your words halting. "a dark place, with... with strange symbols."

sunghoon's grip tightened around you. "and you were alone," he finished for you, his voice low and soothing.

your eyes widened in shock. how could he know what you had dreamt about? you hadn’t even managed to complete your story. yet, sunghoon had described it perfectly, as if he had been there with you.

a chill ran down your spine. you pulled away from him, your eyes filled with fear and confusion. sunghoon simply looked at you, his expression unreadable, before turning and leaving the room.

what did this mean? how could sunghoon know about your nightmares? the answers were as elusive as ever, but one thing was certain: the line between the ordinary and the extraordinary was blurring, and you were caught in the crossfire.

the nightmares ceased as abruptly as they had begun. you woke each morning feeling refreshed, the spectre of terror finally lifted from your shoulders. a sense of relief washed over you, but it was tinged with a strange melancholy. the nightly visits from sunghoon, a comforting ritual amidst the chaos, were now absent.

initially, you welcomed the return to normalcy. the constant fear and exhaustion had taken a toll on you, and the ability to sleep soundly was a precious gift. but as days turned into weeks, a nagging sense of unease crept in. sunghoon's absence, once a welcome respite, now felt like a void.

you started noticing subtle changes in him. his eyes, once bright and alert, were now shadowed by dark circles. his once sharp features seemed softened by fatigue. it was as if a weight was pressing down on him, a burden he carried alone.

a pang of guilt struck you. perhaps your avoidance had contributed to his deteriorating condition. you wanted to reach out, to offer support, but fear held you back. what if your presence only made things worse? what if you discovered something terrifying?

you longed to reach out to him, to offer solace and support, but the words remained trapped in your throat. the fear of rejection, of further pushing him away, paralyzed you. it was a cruel irony that the person you yearned to comfort was the one causing you the most pain. 

the afternoon sun beat down on the bustling campus as you made your way towards the nearest convenience store. the promise of a refreshing popsicle was the only thing that could lure you away from the confines of your dorm room. with a popsicle clutched in your hand, you emerged from the store, ready to face the world, one frozen treat at a time.

just as you were about to savour the first bite, heeseung materialised beside you, his infectious grin lighting up his face. "arcade?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. you nodded, the prospect of a distraction proving too tempting to resist.

you split the popsicle down the middle, the sweet, icy treat a welcome respite from the oppressive heat. as you handed one half to heeseung, a strange sensation washed over you. it was as if a cold draft had swept across your skin, a shiver that had nothing to do with the melting popsicle in your hand.

instinctively, you turned around, your heart pounding in your chest. there, on the other side of the road, stood sunghoon, his figure cast in the harsh sunlight. his eyes, usually guarded, were fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on hostility. a scowl marred his usually indifferent features, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

you offered a timid smile, a feeble attempt to bridge the chasm between you. but his gaze remained unwavering, cold and unforgiving. with a final, contemptuous glance, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

a wave of guilt and confusion washed over you. you'd hurt him, you knew that. but the intensity of his reaction was unexpected, almost frightening. as you turned back to heeseung, you forced a smile, determined to push the unsettling encounter to the back of your mind.

the encounter with sunghoon left a bitter taste in your mouth. his hostile glare had shattered the fragile peace you'd been cultivating. as you and heeseung made your way to the arcade, your mind raced, trying to decipher the meaning behind sunghoon's outburst. had your avoidance pushed him to the brink? or was there something more sinister at play?

the arcade, with its flashing lights and the cacophony of sound, offered a temporary escape from the turmoil within. you lost yourself in the rhythm of the games, the competitive spirit temporarily drowning out the unsettling incident. yet, even as you laughed and cheered with heeseung, your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon, his angry gaze burning into your memory.

as the afternoon wore on, a sense of unease settled over you. the carefree atmosphere of the arcade couldn't mask the growing storm within. the incident with sunghoon had opened a wound, a raw and painful reminder of the complex dynamics between you.

you glanced at heeseung, his laughter infectious, and felt a pang of guilt. he was doing everything to lift your spirits, to distract you from your troubles. but your mind was elsewhere, trapped in a labyrinth of doubt and fear.

the walk back to your dorm was a solitary affair. the campus, usually bustling with activity, seemed deserted. with each step, the weight of your worries grew heavier. the encounter with sunghoon had forced you to confront the reality of the situation. you couldn't continue to bury your head in the sand, hoping that the problem would resolve itself.

the weight of the day pressed down on you as you unlocked the apartment door. exhaustion tugged at your limbs, but the lingering unease from your encounter with sunghoon kept your mind racing. 

as you stepped into the living room, a jolt of surprise ran through you. sunghoon was standing in the kitchen, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the refrigerator.

there was an unnatural stillness to him, a predatory calm that sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes, when they met yours, held a strange intensity, a glint of something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. "fancy seeing you here," he said, his voice low and measured.

you forced a smile, your heart pounding in your chest. "just got back," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

he approached you slowly, his steps deliberate. "we have that new assignment," he began, his voice low and seductive. "maybe we could work on it together tomorrow?"

your mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse. "i'm... i'm pretty busy," you stammered, avoiding his gaze.

sunghoon's expression darkened. with a swift movement, he closed the distance between you, cornering you against the kitchen counter, his hands grabbing your hips. his proximity was unnerving, his scent, a mix of wood and something faintly sweet, filling your senses. you could feel his breath on your skin, hot and heavy. 

"don't lie to me," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "i know what's going on."

his grip tightened around you, and you winced. 

"it's nothing," you insisted, your voice trembling. "just... busy."

"busy with heeseung?" he spat out, his jealousy evident in his tone. his eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger simmering beneath the surface.

your face flushed with embarrassment. he was taking this the wrong way. “it’s not like that,” you stammered, your voice barely a whisper.

sunghoon's grip tightened, pinning you against the cool surface of the counter. his breath was warm against your skin, and a strange sensation, a mix of fear and excitement, coursed through your veins.

“don’t lie to me,” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “you're avoiding me.”

you didn't know why, but the power dynamic between you and sunghoon was intoxicating. he had never behaved this way before let alone showcase jealousy so blatantly. it was hot. you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. 

before you could respond, you found yourself leaning in, your lips brushing against his. it was an impulsive act, a desperate attempt to silence him, to end the confrontation. but, to your surprise, he responded, his lips moving against yours with a gentle intensity.

the world seemed to slow down as the kiss deepened. but as quickly as it had begun, it ended. you pulled away, your heart pounding in your chest.

overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, you turned and fled to your room, slamming the door behind you. you leaned against the door, panting, your mind racing. 

the realisation of what you had done hit you like a tidal wave. you had kissed your roommate, a person you were actively avoiding due to a growing sense of fear and unease. the implications of your actions were terrifying. you'd crossed a line, a boundary you had carefully constructed to protect yourself.

a series of frantic knocks on the door jolted you out of your stupor. it was sunghoon, his voice muffled through the wood. "open up, please," he pleaded. your heart pounded in your chest. you couldn't face him now. you needed time to process what had happened, to regain control of the situation.

the knocking continued for a few minutes before finally ceasing. silence enveloped the room, heavy and oppressive. you slid down the door, your body trembling. what had you done?

morning arrived with a sense of foreboding. the thought of facing sunghoon filled you with dread, but the need to uncover the truth was stronger. you waited until the sound of his footsteps faded down the hallway, a sign that he had left for his morning jog.

with a deep breath, you crept into sunghoon's room, a sense of trepidation gnawing at you. the room was immaculate, a stark contrast to the chaos that often reigned in your own space. everything had its place, every surface spotless. there were no hidden compartments, no secret drawers, no clues to the enigmatic man who inhabited this space.

disappointment washed over you. you'd hoped to find something, anything that would explain the strange occurrences, the unsettling behaviour. but the room held no secrets, only a sense of emptiness.

your eyes scanned the room, searching for any hidden compartments or secret passages. everything seemed ordinary, almost mundane. disappointment was beginning to creep in when your gaze fell on a small cabinet tucked beneath sunghoon's desk. it was always locked, a tantalising enigma that had piqued your curiosity countless times.

today, however, there was a change. a key was lodged in the lock, an open invitation to delve into the forbidden. a wave of hesitation washed over you. you were invading his privacy, crossing a line you had sworn never to cross. but the allure of the unknown was too strong. curiosity, like a relentless tide, pulled you forward.

with trembling hands, you grasped the key and turned it. the lock clicked open with a satisfyingly smooth sound. you slid open the cabinet door, your heart pounding in your chest. a mini-fridge, small and unassuming, greeted you. a wave of relief washed over you. so this was the secret? a hidden stash of snacks?

you reached out to open the fridge door, a smirk playing on your lips. but as the cool air enveloped you, your blood ran cold.

inside, lined up neatly on the shelves, were rows of blood bags. the crimson liquid glinted in the dim light, a chilling contrast to the sterile white plastic. the sight was so surreal, so utterly horrifying, that for a moment, you thought you were hallucinating.

your mind went blank. a wave of nausea washed over you as you stared at the horrifying contents of the fridge. this couldn't be real. this was a nightmare, a twisted hallucination. but the cold, hard truth stared back at you, undeniable and terrifying.

the world tilted as your legs gave way, sending you crashing to the knees. blood bags. sunghoon kept blood bags. your roommate, the seemingly normal guy you knew, was a… vampire? the very concept seemed absurd, ripped from the pages of a fantasy novel. yet, the evidence sat before you, a stark reality that defied logic.

panic clawed at your throat, but a desperate hope flickered within you. maybe it was a medical condition. maybe he had a strange blood fetish. anything but a vampire!

"vampires don't exist, do they?", you mutter to yourself still in shock.

"yes, they do," a low voice confirmed, sending a tremor through your entire body. you spun around, scream caught in your throat. sunghoon stood in the doorway, his face unreadable, his eyes a bottomless well of emotions.

shame washed over you in a tidal wave. you felt exposed, not just for snooping, but for the fear and disgust that clouded your mind.

jumping out the window, a ridiculous notion moments ago, now seemed like the only way out. here, trapped in this surreal nightmare, your only escape seemed to be a dramatic leap from the fourth floor. it wouldn't kill you, right? you’d only break a few bones at best, which you were absolutely okay with. 

with a burst of adrenaline, you scrambled to your feet and bolted towards the window, desperation fueling your actions. but before you could reach the latch, a hand clamped around your waist, pulling you back with an iron grip. "don't even think about it," sunghoon's voice was a low growl, the air crackling with unspoken emotions.

you were pinned against his chest, his warmth a stark contrast to the chilling terror that gripped you. his eyes, no longer cold and distant, burned with a mix of anger and concern.

his words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the wildness of your actions. you struggled against his hold, your fear fueling your resistance. but there was an undeniable strength in him, a power that held you captive.

"please, let me go," you gasped, your voice trembling.

sunghoon's grip loosened slightly, and he took a step back. his eyes held a mixture of concern and something else, something you couldn't quite decipher. "i won't hurt you," he said, his voice soft. "i need to explain."

your eyes met his, a mixture of fear and confusion swirling in their depths. sunghoon seemed to read your mind, his expression softening as he took a step closer. he sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to carry the weight of centuries.

"i know this is a lot to take in," he began, his voice low and steady. "but i need you to trust me."

you nodded, your mind racing. there was something about his tone, a vulnerability beneath the hardened exterior, that compelled you to listen.

"i'm a vampire," he said, the words hanging heavy in the air. "it's not how i wanted things to be, but it's the reality i've been forced to live with."

he paused, his eyes searching your face for any signs of revulsion. but to your surprise, a strange sense of calm washed over you. this was the answer, the missing piece to the puzzle.

he went on to explain his existence, the centuries of solitude, and the desperate hope that had brought him to you. he talked about the blood bags, a necessary evil to sustain his life.

he continued, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "i’ve been alone for so long. i've tried to live a normal life, to blend in. and then i met you."

his gaze softened, a tender look replacing the earlier intensity. "you're my anchor, my reason to keep going. your nightmares, the ones you've been having, are a connection between us. we share them, a soulmate bond, if you will. it's the only way for me to experience human emotions, to feel truly alive."

the revelation was mind-boggling. a vampire? your soulmate? it was a story straight out of a gothic novel. yet, as he spoke, a sense of peace washed over you. there was a truth in his eyes, a vulnerability that resonated with your own.

without thinking, you reached out and hugged him. your arms wrapped around him, offering comfort and acceptance. he froze, surprised by your sudden embrace.

"i don't care," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. "i'll figure it out. we'll figure it out together."

he returned the hug, his arms tightening around you. his face was buried in your neck, his breath warm against your skin. you could feel his heart pounding against your chest, a rhythm that mirrored your own. in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, fear and confusion faded, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility.

"i'm so sorry about the nightmares," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "i stopped sleeping for a while, trying to find a way to stop them. i hated seeing you scared, all because of me."

your heart ached for him. he had sacrificed his own well-being to protect you. anger and concern warred within you. how could he be so selfless, so reckless? you pushed against his chest, needing to see his face, to read the emotions swirling in his eyes.

"don't be stupid," you scolded, your voice stern. "you can't just stop sleeping."

you gently pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between you. you needed to see his face, to gauge his sincerity.

"stop," he whined, his voice laced with playful annoyance. "just stay like this for a little longer."

his words were a stark contrast to the seriousness of the situation, but they had the desired effect. you froze, your body responding to the unexpected shift in tone. sunghoon's grip tightened around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. his lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. the warmth of his breath mingled with the scent of his skin, creating an intoxicating blend that clouded your senses.

you were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, fear and confusion replaced by a growing sense of intimacy. the line between platonic comfort and something more was blurring, and you were dangerously close to crossing it.

his voice dropped to a low octave, a husky rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "i can't stop thinking about how your lips felt against mine last night," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. he pulled back, his eyes holding yours, a mischievous glint in their depths. 

"can we do that again?" he asked, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

before you could respond, his lips were on yours, claiming your mouth with a fierce urgency. the kiss was a whirlwind, a tempest of emotions and sensations. his tongue explored your mouth, demanding entrance, while your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. the kiss was different from the one you had shared the night before, filled with a newfound urgency and intensity. his tongue explored your mouth, a dance of desire and longing. you could feel the heat radiating from his body, a warmth that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. with a swift movement, he lifted you onto the bed, his lips trailing a path of fire down your neck. he nuzzled your skin, his breath creating a tingling sensation. "you smell so good," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "i had to stop myself from pouncing on you the first time i saw you." 

"from now on, you're sleeping in my bed," he declared, his voice firm. "i need to make sure those nightmares don't come back. and besides, i like having you close."

as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. in this moment, with sunghoon holding you close, everything else seemed to fade away. the line between reality and fantasy blurred, replaced by a single, undeniable truth: you were in the arms of a vampire, and you were dangerously close to falling in love.

his lips trailed down your neck, with such heat that it left you breathless. he nibbled at your skin, his teeth gently scraping against your sensitive flesh. the sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire. you gasped, your body arching involuntarily. 

"i'm not going to bite you," he promised, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. 

"not yet, at least."

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[versocanibal]

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[cutehoons02]

I fell in love with a golden retriever vampire...

*pairing: Idol vampire Jake x Enhypen human stylist

*trope: grumpy x sunshine

*synopsis: In an alternative future, vampires and humans live together peacefully thanks to a treaty that regulates their relations. Jake is a member of the Enhypen one of the most famous groups in the world and thousands of fans are fascinated by his being a vampire but at the same time representing the most human part and golden retriever of the group, in a moment full of successes of the career of Enhypen appears in the life of Jake his new stylist. They couldn’t be more different than this: Jake is a vampire instead she is a human, Jake is a puppy in vampire format instead she thinks only of her work and is a little bit haughty and snobby, Jake loves fun and is a womanizer instead she is cynical about him and the charm of Jake does not perceive it as a beautiful thing but as a distraction. What will happen when Jake’s powers with his favorite stylist don’t work? And why is she the only one not to fall for his vampire charms…

*tags: A lot of humor, teased, jealousy, possession, Jake is a bit of a pervert, loves to touch and annoy his stylist, scenes where Jake bites his stylist, blood, unprotected sex (don't horny ppl), oral sex, fingering, a little degradation, multiple spicy scenes (pubblic), pet names (Good girl, baby) (Jackie,Golden retriever)+ 16, angst.

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(English is not my native language)

In an alternative future, vampires and humans live together peacefully thanks to a treaty that regulates their relations. Vampires are known for their unnatural beauty and superhuman abilities, which makes them highly sought after in the world of entertainment, fashion, and entertainment, especially in the world of Idols, Vampires are rarely tired and need a few hours of sleep so they are perfect for the endless hours of dance training, various events that make as models or even actors. However, despite the peaceful coexistence, there is still a subtle mutual prejudice between the two species, there is a peace treaty but things do not always go well for humans when they meet on their way vampires who have not accepted the rules of the treaty imposed by the magical world and that of the humans.

Jake, one of the members of Enhypen, is a vampire with a special power: emotional manipulation through touch. It can calm, confuse, or intensify a person’s feelings with a simple touch, an ability that makes him useful on stage but makes him appear a little weaker than others in routine everyday situations.

All 7 members have powers: Heeseung the oldest member of the group has the power of vocal hypnotism. He is the calmest and most rational person in the group, and he is often the peacemaker between Jake and the designer.

Jay can hypnotize people, controlling their minds, emotions, and thoughts with his gaze. This allows him to manipulate the actions of others and influence their thoughts. However, his power is limited when he is not emotionally balanced if he lets himself be overwhelmed by his darkest desires, or if he stands beside sensitive people.

Sunghoon has the power of super speed and is the "prince" of the group, with an elegant but competitive air.

Sunoo is empathic and can capture any emotion or tension with his natural aura, he can perceive the emotions of others without the need for physical contact. He is the first to notice the tension between Jake and the designer.

Jungwon is the first of the group to be able to transform into a bat and fly. He can also move objects with his mind. Its flying power makes it super fast, but it requires a lot of energy and can be affected by weather conditions.

Finally, we have Ni-Ki the smallest of the group has the power of mimetism (can make itself invisible for long periods). He is the most lively of the group and enjoys teasing Jake.

The studio is a chaotic mix of lights, and clothes hanging mono color with red references to remind that the Enhypen were vampires and they fed mostly blood and staff ran everywhere to prepare members for their next shooting with a well-known brand of Italian high-rise clothing. For Y/n the new designer, It was her first day and she had been waiting for a long time after finishing her studies in fashion design to work for a fashion house or to be someone’s stylist when they accepted her for a year-paid trial she felt like, she was on top of the world. Y/n she could seem reserved, a little cynical, and maybe haughty but had struggled with herself to pay for her studies and learn everything there was to know about high fashion. Y/n found himself arranging a rack of perfectly ironed leather jackets and shirts. It’s the first day with the group, and his goal is simple: do his job perfectly, show the department boss that she is good, and go away without a hitch, But she doesn't know that soon a vampire in the guise of golden retrievers would be upset all her life and all its uncertainties. Jake walked backstage like a thunderbolt, with an aura that can’t go unnoticed: bright smile, relaxed posture, eyes that seemed to sparkle with pure charm wearing fake nerd glasses, and his artificial golden hair that gave him that aura even more as a non-human person. He observed the staff, 90% of the human people whom he had known well for 4 years now, but his eyes immediately turned to her, the girl with curly copper-colored hair who was putting their jackets away. He suddenly stopped to observe her, not that it was unusual for Jake to stop and look at a beautiful girl, both in vampire TV and in human TV was routine now was represent as a lover of adventure and did not make distinctions between vampire or human girls but this time... there was something different.

Jake with a smile like a book, the usual thing he did to get the attention that he loved to receive from women approached the new stylist. «Oh, hello. Are you new? I’m Jake, nice to meet you.» Jake reached out to him because with that excuse he would have the way to touch her and feel what she felt at that moment with his magic power.

The designer heard a melodic voice coming from next to her and that voice had already been heard a billion times on TV or when she listened to their songs. " Yes, i know who you are. You’re the one who’s always late and ruining staff time, right?" Y/n looked up for a second and found himself next to Jake Sim the womanizer of the group with his slightly frizzy blonde hair, his classic smile made all the girls drool for him and his body toned for the countless hours spent in the gym and training. But after a few seconds, she concentrated back on the jackets and Jake stood for an instant speechless. She didn’t even look at him. No smile, no blush, no nod of that typical "oh my god, it’s Jake from Enhypen" reaction.

«Wow, pungent. I like girls with character. What’s your name, honey? I bet that a girl like you will have a beautiful and particular name as your coppery blonde hair and your forest green eyes» Finally you look up and stare at him with a dry look. Jake’s eyes meet yours, but something goes wrong. He can’t read your emotions, or touch you for a second and it’s as if his usual power to manipulate the charm and feelings of others has disappeared. For the first time in hundreds of years, Jake feels... normal. "If you are done flirting with me i would be happy, i have to adjust your measurements for this jacket that i think is too big for you. Please stay still and try to keep it up until I’m done with the job, then you can go flirt with the other staff girls!" Jake, a little upset, lets himself take the measurements for the thousandth time. As she takes the measurements of his bust and shoulders,he smells her perfume: sweet but with a pungent note, just like her attitude towards him at this moment.

Jake is a serial chatterbox and tries to break the silence with another of his little jokes «You haven’t told me your name yet. I am always so irresistible with all the girls that i meet, what is it you have a magical power that you are particularly impervious to my charm?» Y/n looked at the vampire in front of her and looked up, God how self-centered this boy was.

"Well, maybe fate wanted you to meet for the first time a girl who does not find you irresistible to your charm, what if your little ego as a superstar is getting weaker because for the first time especially a human does not find you irresistible?" Jake looked at you slightly with his mouth open and felt his fangs become slightly longer and his eyes get darker than they should, why was he so excited about such a conversation? The little human was teasing him and seemed not to be afraid that there was a vampire in front of her who could temper or bleed her in an instant if she would not keep her mouth shut. As she continues to work, Jake realizes that not only can’t he use his powers on her, but that his natural charm doesn’t even seem to scratch her. This irritates him... and intrigues him.

It had been more than a month since your arrival in the world of Enhypen and you were always excited to discover and have adventures with them, In that month you were flying to Spain for a festival and had been able to design 2 dresses for members one for Sunghoon and the other for Jay and the department head was greatly surprised by the sketch and also how the set of the two vampire suits came out. With the other members, you had started to become less cynical and maybe even "friendly" but with the only one who could not get a professional and friendly relationship was Jake, he always made you some jokes inappropriate about how they dressed your jeans, how he loved seeing your beautiful legs while you were wearing skirts but at the same time he teased you about how you only became touchy when you were with him or how your cheeks warmed up when he whispered things a little dirty when you made it before you went out to sing on stage or when you were measuring him for a new suit. As it was happening at this exact moment: you had helped all the members to prepare and at the same time take photos that would go later on the various Fashion Blogs of the vampire world and human ones for the clothes worn by the 7 idols.

"Jake, it’s your turn to change the outfit," You said in a dry tone, trying to keep your cool as you were putting the sketch of the dress on the electronic board. Your heart is already agitated enough when Jake is near, with that mischievous smile and aura that seems to wrap around him. Jake came in and stood before you and looked at you with a puppy smile and slightly protruding lip and smiled at you with an expression that screamed amused and teasing. «Okay, but I’m a little tired, can you help me? Never know these leather pants seem so tight and i wouldn’t want to break them!» You ignored his words and pointed to the open shirt, leather jacket, and leather pants on the stand. “Hurry up with your clothes, Jake. We’re late." The vampire looked at his watch and had 10 minutes before he left for the event and of course, decided to complicate your life. With a languid smile, he pulls his shirt right in front of you, revealing his sculpted chest. You looked at him slightly amused but you were smoking out of anger because if they found you with only a finger too much put in a strange position for the department head they would fire you instantly, you shot to not look at it and not to let them see that you were slightly embarrassed, It wasn’t the first time you saw a bare chest but Jake had seriously sexy and muscular physique at the right spot and his muscular crests that formed a perfect V made you think of things you should never have imagined.

"Really? Couldn’t you change behind the partition like everyone else? What is it you have not yet understood that i'm not fascinated by you Jake" The vampire in front of you laughed and slipped his pants from the suit and remained only in boxers in front of you, were you cursing him in all possible languages because he wanted so much to embarrass you and tease you?

«Well, where is the fun if i went to change in knowing? It’s nice to see you so cheeky looking at my beautiful physique and who knows maybe in your mind you imagine being over my legs or while licking these beautiful muscles!» You were so tired of his insolence that you threw his shirt and heard him laugh. "Jake! Put some clothes on, for God’s sake!" «You are so boring Y/n, should you relax and have fun sometimes and why do you use words like Holy Heavens? i'm a vampire, not a priest or some clerical member». You sighed, trying to ignore it. But your work came before his stupid beats so you walked up and gently took his shirt. "Put this on. Right now, Jake. Otherwise, i'll send you out in just boxers." Jake took a step towards you, getting close enough to hold your breath. «Can you help me, right? You’re the designer. Touch me as well. I don’t bite... at least not without permission.»

You stared at him trying to keep calm. "Did anyone ever tell you that you’re unbearable?" Jake laughed softly as you might get slightly touchy, but when he felt her stylist’s little fingers touching his shoulder to fix his shirt, everything changed.

As your fingers touched his cold vampire skin, you both stiffened. There is something strange: an unexpected warmth spreads under your touch, as if only with your touch could feel the heat, something as unknown to a vampire. Jake was as amazed as he was, so he laid his big hand slightly over yours where you had just stopped for the heat shock you both received.

«You...you are hot Y/n» you laughed at his bat when you pushed your hand away to button the shirt buttons. "Wow what a scientific finding you just made Jake, of course, I’m hot in my body circulates blood, i'm a human if you don’t remember" Jake shook his head, it was seriously weird what was happening. For what reason did he feel the heat while touching it? Never happened. Then, with a more uncertain smile than usual, he looked at you, and you buttoned the last button and left two open to reveal his skin and toned physique. «No, you don’t understand Y/n. I’m a vampire i should be cold for you, you shouldn’t feel heat when you touch me, that only happens...» You didn’t want to hear his stupid comments anymore so you put the clothes on and made a sign to move “Jake... You talk too much, move that the other members are waiting for you. Give a little help from the hairstylist and run into the studio" you ran away from his presence and went to the studio where the other members were already ready, you put near your cape that smiled at you and made her see all the photos you had done to the members and fortunately Jake had made hairstylist so nobody noticed anything.

The months passed quickly and Y/n always pretended not to feel what she felt every time she accidentally touched the vampire and was unaware of what he felt and went through Jake’s head. You always tried to ignore what happened every time you touched Jake, but it wasn’t easy. At first, it was just isolated episodes: a touch of the arm to fix his jacket, a contact while you were fixing his collar. But each time, that unexpected heat returned, and each time it seemed to become more intense. Jake, for his part, did everything to provoke those moments and have an excuse to feel that touch. He came deliberately, with banal excuses: "Can you fix this sleeve?" or "I need help with this zip." He did not need any help, but he wanted to feel that heat that made him crazy. This thing was noticed by his companions and not only, no more gossip or drama between him and the other girls, was seriously focused on the comeback that would be there soon Jake every weekend was in the company of some girl and instead a couple of time seemed to have no more want to touch or date other girls, the only touch he wanted and was obsessed with was Y/n.

They had all worn the various costumes for the new comeback and were preparing to shoot the new video, Jake was training with the band members, but the presence of the stylist backstage distracted him. She was there talking to another stylist while she was bent over a box full of accessories, trying to fit them into a costume they would use later for recording outdoors.

Jake watches her in secret, trying to ignore the growing desire that assailed him every time he was in the same room with her, in the same plane, in the same bar where all the employees stopped in the morning practically her smell was getting more and more into Jake’s body and soul and it was strange because he had not yet felt or tasted her blood and seemed to attract him every day More and more.

Sunghoon gave him an elbow. <<Hey, what are you doing? You’ve missed the step for the third time. We have repeated this choreography a thousand times even the walls know it by heart>>

Jake clears his throat, trying to look natural. "Nothing, I’m just tired."

Jay, who is watching everything carefully, looks at him with a suspicious look. «Tired? Distracted? You’re a vampire we don’t rest almost ever Jake, these are all excuses»

Sunghoon follows Jake’s look and immediately understands. <<Oh, i see. It’s for you, isn’t it? Your favorite designer with whom you argue from morning to night, stop staring at her because besides us other people can follow your gaze right now. >>

Jake’s eyes are up, trying to hide the embarrassment. "Don’t be silly i wasn’t staring at her. For that moment when my eyes leaned on her figure you looked where my gaze was... that’s all." Jake was embarrassed and started to torture the fur of his hands

Jay with a mischievous grin looked at Jake. «Curious? How no. Your eyes are turning dark, brother. If you don’t calm down, you’ll make a vampire scene in front of everyone.»

Hoon laughed at Jay’s joke and came even closer to Jake << Look here not to mention the tusks. They are growing you every time you approach her. Maybe it’s time to do something.>>

Jake walked away from his brothers and looked at them badly "Nothing’s happening. There’s nothing wrong if sometimes my fangs become longer, it always happens when i’m near girls is my instinct as a predator what i'm"

Jay looks at him with a piercing look, as only a vampire can do. «You know that the heat and intensity you feel are not random. If she causes you all this, she could be your soul mate and not say that you have never thought about it because it is for a good few weeks that no gossip comes out about you, i don't see you flirting with any girl, and always seem so lost in your thoughts»

Jake would like to fight back but he gets stuck. He can’t deny it, but he doesn’t even admit it. The idea that she might be his soul mate scares him more than anything else, there are so few pairs of humans and a vampire, that they were seriously banned but since the two worlds made peace and began to collaborate subspecies of marriages between vampires and humans had been celebrated but were still seen as decidedly out of place especially by older generations.

Slowly, the other members also began to notice that something was wrong. Ni-Ki in particular enjoyed teasing Jake whenever the stylist was around.

Jungwon watched the older boy’s hair get tangled up from the sensations he was feeling when he saw Y/n. "Hey, Jake, are you all right? It seems your brain goes haywire every time she enters the room." Another time Ni-Ki was in the company of the golden retriever and Y/n had spent a second showing him a newspaper of Vogue Korea where they were and Ni-Ki was wearing a dress she had designed and when he left Jake was definitely desperate because the smell of Y/n was driving him crazy.

<<Maybe we should ask her to stay a little further away from you next time. We wouldn’t want Jake to lose control and throw himself at his neck, would we?>> Jake gave the group’s little boy a hateful look and cursed him when they bit him, nobody told him how hard it could be to feel and want a person who at first did not even much with his arrogance but now he was seriously tired and would do anything to understand if Y/n was his soul mate or if it was all fruit of his sick mind because he could not have it like all the other girls.

Enhypen flew to Japan for a festival where the top 5 bands of the moment would perform, both male and female, had just finished performing after another group called Stray Kids and when he came back backstage he went to grab something to nibble on but his look after a few seconds stopped on Y/n and felt his anger grow second by second. The reason why? His stylist was chatting with another idol, for his bad luck with one of the most beautiful humans in circulation as well as Hyunjin who belonged to the Stray Kids. Hyunjin was the representation of the classic model but at the same time idol, he was enigmatic with his aura as an artist, with his hair slightly long, and with his charm fake emo. The scene was innocent: you were getting a drink and Hyunjin came to you and as gentlemanly as he was asked if you wanted to taste some Japanese snacks that he loved because he had seen you busy preparing all the members for the day and how he deduced you had eaten almost nothing, the smiles and accepted until you started talking about the more and less of the various tours that the two groups were to do and Hyunjin without malice had touched your side. After all, he wanted to take more food to the table but Jake when he saw this scene something inside him clicked.

After a while, Y/n saw Jake arrive haughtily and stand in front of Hyunjin. «Are you finished? We need her. Work to do, you know how she gets paid to be our stylist not to have conversations with other idols."

Hyunhin confused took a step back. "Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb. I just wanted to let her discover some snacks that we humans love so much, things you vampires can’t understand!" Y/n watched Jake tighten his hands around his jeans more and more and after a few seconds he took her away from Hyunjin until he pushed his stylist into a closet Jake looked immediately if there were cameras but that time was lucky because there were only him and the designer attached to the wall with arms crossed to the body to make them as baracer.

"What a scene, Jake. I didn’t know you were my babysitter." Jake closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again there was no longer the golden retriever version that everyone knew but perhaps a darker and maybe true version of him. «I don’t like it when you approach people you don’t know.» But who did he think he was? had no control over you.

"Oh, i see. And why? Aren’t you the one who flirts with everything that is human or not, since you are a vampire?"

Jake’s jaw is tight. He was really tired of you, of your arrogance, of how you ignored that warmth you felt too, and wanted to teach you a lesson. «Don't compare me to them. You don’t belong to this world of idols, you don’t belong to anyone... except to me.»

His words made you jump. For a moment you are speechless, and then you decide to answer him with your usual sarcasm.

"Oh, really? And since when did you decide to become possessive? I thought you were the one-night stand, and so when i listened to the gossip news every weekend they would photograph or film you with one or maybe more different girls!"

Jake stepped towards you, his face a few inches from yours «Maybe i was. But you have changed everything fucking don’t tell me that you don't feel what i feel, every time i'm near you when i touch you, i always feel that electric discharge of heat that for us vampires is almost impossible to perceive because we have no blood and no emanate heat.»

"Don’t think your movie lines impress me, Jake. I’m not one of your fans who faints as soon as you smile, I’m not fascinated by you, I don’t see in you the guy that is represented on all media and not." You didn’t finish the sentence that Jake’s lips crashed into yours, there was no hesitation, only physical need. Contact is an explosion of sensations: the heat that feels every time it touches you becomes almost unbearable, wrapping both.

You remain motionless, caught by surprise, but then you give in to the kiss, returning it with a passion that you did not think you had. Jake came even closer and lifted you off the floor and sat you down on the small table full of detergents that he dropped when he put his big hands around your ass to lean on you and then close again to him. «Baby fuck, you’re driving me crazy months i wanted to feel your lips in mine» you slightly pushed Jake away but he dived back into your lips and a little moan came out of your lips when you felt his canines close to your lip and without permission bit your lower lip lightly and when Jake saw the drops of your blood began to sucked and at the same time lifted the light shirt you had on, and when he saw you only with the bra and little drops that were pouring out of your mouth, his neck up to the breast was no longer controlled and began to lick and suck you every drop scattered in your little body around yours.

"I hate you Jake" Jake smiled when he licked and sucked the little wound he had made in your lip again, «You’ll make me crazy Y/n, this is definitely your end you will not be able to go back» you put your arms around his neck and kissed him again but this time it was you who taunted him and as he had done he bit his lip but from him no drop of blood came out but from his lips, a lot of groans and sighs of pleasure, still covered by the breast-rest to his body and at the same time you kissed desperately and after a while Jake licked the wound that had caused you with his tongue and you no longer felt pain because with his tongue could cure any injury with his powers.

You pushed him away and after a while, you pulled him to sit next to you and you put yourself on him, you didn’t know if that table would hold your weight but you didn’t care, You just wanted to feel Jake’s lips again in your body and swung slightly along its length; Jake was seriously ecstatic. Who would have thought you had so much energy and desire to ride him? As you kissed, you felt his big hands slightly cold but when they touched your body they became slightly warm, one hand was behind your back to keep you balanced, and with a single gesture he took off your bra and with the other began to tighten a breast and took his lips from the you and bent slightly to suck an bud of your breast, You were so sensitive in that part of your body and all these new discoveries about you will go all into a part of his brain where he wrote down all the things you liked and those less. Your nipples harden in the cold air but are quickly warmed by Jake’s fingers, he pinches and pulls the buds sharply, and the feeling makes you want to get aroused. He started to torture you both nipples slowly and pulled his hair slightly, "Jake pls, don’t always be a jerk with me" A grin formed on his face, and licked you and suck the bud but his canines were driving you crazy because every time he sucked them you felt more and more in contact with your skin but Jake was not a mad lunatic as some people had painted him and not you would ever do harm, so with all his patience he never let out his teeth but only his tongue.

«Fuck stop little move so on my dick or I’ll come in these pants for thousands of dollars» A little moan came out from your lips and laughed at that sentence of Jake

"That’s the point, Jake, stop calling me a little girl because I’m not one of the whores you fucked for no reason" Jake was really fucked by you, who were you really?

You wrapped your arms around his arms again and began to ride them lengthwise, and Jake leaned his head against the wall and wrapped his big hands around your hips covered in a light pull of black leggings, You were sending him off head whenever you rode his dick covered in jeans and after a few seconds he felt the flap of his pants wet and a finger intruded into your pussy still dressed in leggings and felt that you were completely wet. Fuck for the first time in hundreds of years, he came as a boy loser in his boxer shorts.

Jake drew you close to himself and pressed you to his body and he drew light circles above your leggings behind your back until he felt that you had calmed down, After a while he slightly moved away from you and took your face with his big hands and stroked your completely reddened cheeks.

"You really are a problem Jake" He smiled at you and passed his thumb around where he had bit you slightly with his canine.

«And you are mine. You know that, don’t you?»

You did not answer, but the blush on your cheeks and the look in his eyes said it all.

After what had happened in the Japanese locker, it seemed to have made Jake more and more sensitive to the scent and smell of Y/n, tried in every way to throw a few glances, to visit her even for a few minutes between breaks of some intense choreography or in the morning he always arrived first and left him in his art studio some humanoid food that loved his human like a chocolate muffin or a smoothie. His companions or in short vampire brothers were mocking him a little but they were happy that the first to have found (hopefully) his soul mate was Jake, they were also tired of seeing him always with some girl different and knew that when he would find her would see his true cub nature as they called him "the golden retriever vampire" because he always loved to cuddle, Embrace or play with all members, especially with Ni-Ki who found herself in that world of the idol at a young age.

The autumn festival was on the plan in Seoul and Enhypen was invited as guest of honor, there were many other groups both vampires and humans and they were always a little alert because so many people would be perfect for "bad" vampires, creatures who did not accept the peace treaty with humans and were always hunting for some human to bite or even worse if they felt or knew that a vampire had eyes on a human wanted absolutely to make the vampire in question suffer. Their mission is clear: hit the stylist to hurt Jake and the rest of the group, because even if Y/n was the soul mate Jake had a subtle connection with the other 6 members, and if they hurt Jake would also hurt the others in some way.

While you were putting the accessories behind the scenes, a vampire suddenly appeared in front of you with red eyes and exposed tusks. You had seen some vampires lose control and even the Enhypen sometimes showed their canines to their fans or red eyes but this vampire in front of you looked literally scary and you went a little backward, They always told you that you shouldn’t be afraid because they would hear it and they would feel even more with the heart and blood pumping more but at this moment you were really terrified until you saw his canines come out of your mouth and tried to touch you but Jake and the others immediately rushed to you.

Jay pushed you with a pussyfoot behind him, saying «Don’t dare to come near her again or even worse touch her is ours.»

Sunghoon with his usual cold, calculating, and scornful look looked at the vampire still with eyes on you << You’ve chosen the wrong target, do not allow yourself to touch her or any other person without powers, Don’t turn against me because if you don’t remember I’m of the royal family and I could send you to hell in an instant>>

Jake when he saw that it wasn’t him who had saved you or alienated you from that vampire completely lost control. With a deep growl, face the vampire who had dared to approach you. Eyes as black as darkness tusks fully exposed. In a few seconds, the danger was eliminated.

But when you watched the scene of Jake biting and maybe killing that vampire in front of you, you became terrified and looked at everyone with scared eyes, especially Jake. You walked away from Jay looked at him and cried with tears "Stay away from me! All of you! You’re monsters!"

Jake turns to you, his face still marked by anger and adrenaline, and yells «I saved you. You should be glad i got him out»

You backed away a little "From what? From other monsters like you? I don’t want to have anything to do with you, your sick world full of malice"

Your words are like a dagger for Jake. His confident smile disappeared completely, giving way to a wounded expression, and lowered his head as he watched you move away from them but above all from him, and in a low voice he said «I... I am not like them.»

Sunghoon put his hand on Jake’s shoulder and said << Jake. She just needs time. >

«And if that were not enough? for her, I’m only a monster...»

The Enhypen were training without breaks for almost three hours until a man entered the rehearsal room. He is tall and elegant, but there is a menacing aura around him. His eyes glimmer with a dark red, and every movement seems calculated. Jake recognizes him immediately.

«Rex. What do you want?»

"Quiet I’m not here to create problems I’m here to warn you."

The other members stop, the air suddenly tenses and Jay immediately stands near Jake

<< Warn him of what?>>

Rex looked at Jake "You're... human. The stylist. She attracted unwanted attention. There are vampires who do not respect the treaty, and you are an easy target."

Jake clenches his fists, his body tense. «They will not touch her»

Rex raised an eyebrow, "I hope so for you. But protecting her while she lives alone is practically impossible. It’s better if she comes live with you, at least until things calm down."

Jake remains silent for a long moment. The stylist’s words come to his mind: "You are all monsters." The thought of seeing her every day, knowing how much she fears him, makes him feel empty.

«No way.»

Jay stared at Jake << Rex is right. If something happens to her, you won’t forgive yourself. Let me convince her that you are... too involved. >>

Jake turns to Jay, face tense. «Do as you please. But don’t ask me to talk to her.»

Jay meets you at the end of a long day’s work, sitting in your studio surrounded by a pile of sketches, unfinished clothes, and several cups of coffee with deep dark circles, a sign of sleepless nights.

Jay came in unannounced << You don’t look well>> You looked up and with surprise there was Jay

"What are you doing here? You’re not the one who usually makes surprise visits."

Jay smiled slightly << For Jake it is... complicated. So I’m the one to bring you the message, he knows that i’m half human like you so he thinks i’m the perfect candidate to tell you this bomb without you getting angry or scared even more>> you looked curious Jay and made with my hands the gesture of continuing to speak.

<< You’re safe here but not at home, you have to come and live with us, at least for a while until things settle down between you and Jake>>

You raised an eyebrow "And why should I? I don’t feel exactly comfortable with you... vampires"

Jay sighs, sitting in front of her. << Look, I know you’re angry and scared. And you’re right to be. But if you don’t come with us, we can’t guarantee your protection. Rex himself said you’re a target. And trust me, you don’t want to know what happens if one of those vampires finds you. If you don’t trust others of me you can trust i have the blood that flows under my skin and a little i can understand you, so now get up that i accompany you home, You take a nice hot shower and then we prepare a suitcase and come to stay with us for a while and then when things have settled you can decide whether to go back to your house or stay with Jake>> These words make you shiver and annuities without objecting.

When you arrived at their house you were warmly welcomed by everyone... except for Jake. Every time you met him in the hallways, he would just nod cold or look at you for a moment before leaving.

One night, however, terror took over. A sudden noise woke you up, and the memories of the attack at the festival came to mind. You looked at the time and without doing it on purpose were 3 o'clock in the night the time of the devil. Trembling, you slipped out of his room and headed for Jake’s door.

Knocking slowly you felt your heart beat strong until after a few seconds the door opened and there in front of you was Jake in pajamas with black stripes, red and blue, and a bare chest; you felt the cheeks turn immediately red and married the look to his face «What do you want?»

"Can’t i sleep, can i come in?"

Jake opened the door, his impassive expression, and saw you enter his shelter

«You shouldn’t be here Y/n, the monster in front of you could bleed you dry and feed you to other monsters like me!» You watched his canines on display and a shiver ran through your body, bit your lip and you approached him and you leaned down where he was sitting in bed.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what i said. I was scared, confused, and when I saw you so angry and hurt that being me."

Jake finally looked up at you and looked at you with a bitter smile

«You said it, and you thought it. I’m nothing but a monster to you, am I?» You shook your head, unable to bear the distance that had been created between you and him by that event.

"You’re not a monster to me. You’re Jake. You’re the guy who makes me lose my patience every day, who makes me laugh when I least expect it, who looks at me as if I’m the only thing that matters in the world, who behaves a little bit of a pervert when I wear skirts or that always looks at me with that look you would like to claim yours and let everyone know! I was wrong, but... I don’t really mean it."

Before Jake could answer you kissed him. His lips were soft against hers, full of a sweetness that tried to erase the pain it had caused him, you felt immediately the heat that you had missed in those days and for a moment Jake let go responding to the kiss, but then he brusquely walked away and looked at you with those half-brown eyes with red shades.

Jake got up from his bed and put some distance away from you. «A kiss is not enough to fix everything. Not when you said those words... You don’t understand what it means to me to be seen like this by you, Y/n.»

You felt the tears burn your eyes, but he was not willing to give up.

"I didn’t understand it before but i do now. I know i hurt you, and maybe i don’t deserve your forgiveness. But... I want to make it right."

Jake stared at you, his eyes shining in the dim, full of conflict. Before he could answer you wrapped him in a sincere embrace, holding him as if it was something precious that maybe you had slowly understood that you too were feeling something for him.

"Please let me stay. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight."

Jake stood still for a long time, his body stiff against yours. Then, with a trembling breath, his arms rose and surrounded you

«You’re stubborn, you know? You drive me crazy»

You looked up, with a soft but provocative smile "I’m learning from the best golden retriever who can’t stop hugging people."

Jake laughed softly, shaking his head. His face became soft, and for the first time in those days, he seemed more serene.

«Do not make me regret this. Tomorrow when you wake up do the go away and don’t come back the girl cynical and a little haughty who loved to make fun of me, let’s discover Y/n»

You nodded against his chest, finally feeling some peace. You had been hugging for almost half an hour but after a while, you felt Jake’s belly growl with hunger and a little laugh came out of your mouths as you looked at each other, Jake broke away from you and took a small bottle of blood from under the bed and your face was at how much disgust but you saw immediately the expression of Jake become serious and maybe a little suffering? you bent slightly towards him and passed your little hand through his slightly long hair in the tuft "What’s wrong, Jake? Do you need a straw?"

Jake looked up at you exasperated «Don’t repeat Y/n, where did the sweet girl from before?» You raised your hands in surrender "I’m just saying. You’re a vampire, I thought drinking blood was like... your favorite thing."

«It’s not so simple Y/n, since i tasted yours, any blood sucks me and I have trouble feeding myself» you look at the boy next to you with a small grin

"Are you telling me that my blood is the best you’ve ever tasted?"

Jake looked at you with his little red eyes «It’s not funny.»

You said "He is a little bit. But hey, at least now I know that I’m irreplaceable for someone!"

Jake looked at you intensely and his little smile had vanished «You are much more than irreplaceable Y/n, now you sleep that it is almost 4»

The days passed and between exhausting workouts, events, and live, fan meetings the days went by quickly and even your stay in the protected villa of Enhypen continued. Jake kept teasing you and you did the same, It seemed that since the first time you slept together, embraced as two young boys who were to discover each other and not as a vampire who was afraid of losing you and a human who did not understand this thing about soul mate, But Jake that night was definitely in abstinence of something he had tasted from Y/n and wanted absolutely to possess it but at the same time did not want to scare her and be seen a "monster" from her eyes.

Jake walked into your room with quiet steps, slightly ruffled hair, and an unreadable expression on his face. You noticed it immediately: the way his eyes looked even darker than usual, the evident tension in his shoulders.

You looked up and there was a puppy-looking Jake in front of you, who was looking at you and honestly didn’t know what to do or say

"Can’t sleep, or did you miss me already? We met like an hour ago!"

Jake looked at you with his intense gaze as if he was eating with his eyes. «I can’t stay away from you.»

You were stuck for a moment, surprised by his sincerity," his voice was so serious, so vulnerable but you were literally a little bitch and loved to tease him and to hide the tension I said. " Oh, poor little golden retriever. Need a cuddle?"

Jake does not laugh. He comes slowly, until he sits on the edge of his bed, so close that you could feel the freshness of his skin. «Don’t joke, please Y/n. I need you tonight.»

His low, almost pleading tone made you shiver, you had never seen a Jake so direct and you approached him.

“Then what do you want to do, Jake? Stand there staring at me or..." You can’t finish the sentence that Jake moves suddenly, hands laying on the sides of your hips as he approaches you dangerously. His face is so close to you that he can feel his breath against your neck.

«Don’t ask me questions you’re not ready to hear answered.»

You held your breath but did not want to back out. In fact, you raised your hand and deliberately placed it on his chest, feeling his muscles tense under his shirt. "What if i was ready?"

Jake stiffens as if his words have broken something inside him. Then, slowly, he lets himself fall beside her, lying on the bed. «I don’t know if i can control myself tonight, you are too much Y/n for me.»

You’re turning towards him, a smile that plays on your lips. "Who said you had to control yourself? I thought you were a vampire, not a puppy."

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily. When he opens them again, there is something different about him: a vulnerability he had never shown before. He rises up on an elbow and fixes you with such intensity that you feel your cheeks warm.

Jake said in a roaring voice, «If I bite you, everything will change. I can’t risk hurting you.»

You bowed your head, your smile became a little more provocative. "What if i wanted to risk it?"

Jake doesn’t answer. He just stares at you for an infinite moment, then slowly lowers his head towards his neck. When his cold lips touch your skin, you feel a shiver run down your back.

"It’s not you who should be afraid, it’s me." Caress his cheeks and open your neck even more

Jake makes a low sound, almost a growl that sound was incredibly sexy and you would have wanted to hear it again forever. Then, without hesitation, gently sinks his fangs into your skin.

The pain is minimal, almost imperceptible, but the heat that follows is overwhelming. You felt the blood flow to him as if he was creating a bond that goes beyond the physical. Jake groans slowly, his body relaxing while he drinks with a sweetness that he would never have expected, he sucked gently but at the same time was unbridled by the heat that produced your body and the feeling of his lips around your neck and the taste that had your exquisite blood in his mouth. When he comes off, blood gushes from his lips and his eyes are dark, almost black. He took off your slightly stained shirt and little drops went into your body but he wanted to do something even dirtier with you.

Jake in a low voice, with a trembling smile, said to you «I know now why i can’t stay away from you. It’s you. It was always you.»

You touched your neck, still a little bit dizzy and sore, and felt Jake sit on his knees in front of your bed and take off your pajamas.

«You trust me, baby? I want to make you feel good but at the same time i too» watch Jake and to hide your nervousness you talked by doing one of your usual jokes." I just made you bite my neck and suck it, I think I do, Jake!"

Jake laughed softly, a deep guttural sound, and came close to touching your pussy, but he wanted to hear it with the tongue in which he had tasted you and still tasted your blood. He took off your already wet panties and you had the pussy totally stimulated because of his canines that sucked your blood and you were terribly excited, passed his tongue in your pussy and he moaned. «You’re so wet for me eh.?» He kissed you for a few seconds the inside cosca «So wet for the guy that you said it did not fascinate you eh.?» presses his pinky on your completely wet core, rotating around your inlet without any additional pressure.

"Jake pls, I’ve been so good to you i let you bite me i need..." was starting to tease you, and this time he was the one who was ruining you not you. He took his little finger off the clitoris and suddenly started to lick a path from your entrance to your clitoris where it snaps and sucks hard. The feeling makes you tremble on your knees and you reach for a hand to get caught in his hair, pulling hard. Jake works your clitoris just as you like it and you can feel your upcoming orgasm grow but he had another thought and let his hands off your thighs and suddenly stood up and opened your eyes for the loss of his tongue on your pussy and with canines in plain sight You felt his tongue with your juices give you little kisses where he had previously bitten you, and bit you again but this time for a few seconds and the contact of his canines on the skin another time made you moan both from pleasure and pain "Jakie". Jake was ecstatic when he heard that nickname and with the blood flowing back to taste your pussy «This is the sweetest thing i have ever tasted.» Jake opened you again with one hand before collecting your slimy cum and teasing your entrance. Your back bows giving him a better access and you groan as he puts one finger and then another.

«Are you close baby?» Jake bites your clitoris and you scream as he presses the sweet gummy spot inside of you that makes you see the stars. Come strong enough to get you shed tears again, your hand pulls the vampire stronger on your clitoris before it’s too much and you have to let go. Jake walks away but not before licking you clean and letting you shudder for all the sensations you had felt.

Jake gave you his shirt and I’ll pull you to myself to never let you go because you were really his and no one else would have you.

Morning light filters through the curtains of the room, creating a soft and warm atmosphere. You wake up slowly but your first thought is not work or your daily worries but Jake.

You look at him, noticing how his body is lying beside you, his arms around you as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jake’s head is gently resting on your neck where a few hours before he bit you for the first time, you put your finger where he bit you but there was no visible sting but felt when you pressed lightly that it bothered you, His warm and regular breath made your neck tingle and you had never seen it so... Vulnerable. So human.

You smiled at the sight of him who didn’t look like a vampire but as his brothers said: he looked literally like a golden retriever in person size, he was so attached to you and you passed your hand through his cheeks, and then into his slightly ruffled hair. But you wanted to tease him as he had done last night and without thinking, your hand moved slowly towards his abdomen, touching it with a light movement. Jake’s skin is incredibly smooth, and you can’t help but follow the toning muscles that relax under his hand.

Jake barely moved, a low sound coming from his lips as a shiver seemed to run through his skin. You smiled, traced his muscle ridges, and whispered "Who would have thought a vampire could look like this... peaceful."

Jake didn’t answer, but his body reacts to your touch. The breath gets heavier, and he lifts his head slightly to look at you, his eyes are a little confused when he sees you looking at their muscles and touching them. «What are you doing?»

You bent forward and kissed him on the neck, letting your lips touch his cold skin. Don’t expect the reaction that follows. Jake stiffens and an immediate heat wave runs under his skin. His hands are clenched around your hips, and he looks at you with darker eyes than before.

Jake with a rock voice said to you «I didn’t think you liked playing with fire.»

You looked at yourself with a mischievous smile in front of you "I’m not playing, Jake. And then... who said I don’t like to take risks?"

Jake stared at you intensely, his body tense and incredibly close to yours. Then, without thinking too much, he comes even closer, his hands gently caressing your face before dropping down on your neck where it stops just uncertain.

«If I kiss you... I don’t know if I can stop.»

You smile amusingly, but also slightly provocatively. "What are you afraid of losing control, Jakey?"

Jake doesn’t answer, but the tension between you is palpable. It comes a little closer, his lips touch yours, and the intensity grows. «This time I will not stop if you keep teasing me like that Y/n, think carefully because you saw my two faces the one of vampire and I’m not so kind and the one from the Jake golden retriever. What would you like if I made you mine?» You felt your cheeks warm and you put your hand in his chest and both felt that warm elliptricity between your bodies. “I’d like both of them" Jake with a moan crashed into your lips and gently leaned over the pillows and laid himself on top of you holding onto his muscles and vampire strength as you kissed, He pulled your hair and to tease you he rubbed his cock in your fine pajamas. He groans in your mouth before his big hand takes your breast and pinches your nipple.

"Jakie," groaning, throwing his head backward as he creeps into your core. He leans over to clip his lips to your intact breast, pinching you as he rolls his hips forward again.

«Fuck my little human is rubbing on my dick like a slut» You pulled his hair and with one shot he slipped your pants and you were left alone with your panties but also those ended badly when he tore them off, He stood up slowly without taking his eyes from yours and took off his pajamas and boxer shorts too. You watched Jake pass a hand on his hard, slimy cock waiting for you. He almost gave in to the feeling, his free hand wrapped around your thigh to pull you close to him. «Look at you, who is going to fuck you in a moment. The boy you couldn’t stand» he whispers, taking his tip and dragging it between your wet folds.

"Jakie pls, I need you" Jake chuckled but did not move to slip inside you and was back to tease. «God had been dreaming of this moment for months, Y/n» sliding his cock’s head back and forth from your entrance to your clitoris waving your hips crying because you needed it inside you for the first time.

As he pushes in inch by inch, both groan quite loudly "fuck it’s so nice Jackie", was trying to slow down the pace but can’t hold back with you sucking his dick off perfectly, You put your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer so as he came out again pumped on your entrance and hit your G-spot.

Jake touches the bottom by bending forward and bending down halfway before burying his nose in your neck to try to catch his breath, felt how your heart was pumping and how your blood was running at a thousand in your body and was so proud of you feeling like this; you were hers and at that moment he would have wanted to do you. You don’t know how many dirty things: like biting you and fuck you at the same time but he knew it was too much for you so he hammered his cock in your pussy again and raised your leg to make it come in more and more and at the same time started to Tease your clitoris. You were beautiful under him moaning his name and looking at him with a face he had never seen, there was no more expression of a few days ago that you told him he was a monster, This was your true expression where with just a glance could see that you were slowly falling in love with him.

Eventually pushes you over the edge, coming strong around him, your eyes swirling towards the back of his head. Muscles tense and aching as he fucks you through your orgasm, sending shivers of pleasure all over your body. The cock was a little sloppy but kept pushing until you came in full and when it came out I held my breath.

He buries his face in your neck and kisses you again and again where yesterday he had you drooling, stabilizing your breath with his low moan coming out of your throat.

«I warn you, you are now completely mine. I will not let you go.» You looked up and embraced him.

"Stop being so possessive of me, maybe you’re my Jake. But for now, know that I like you a little... but I won’t tell you everything so easily."

Jake watched you, for a moment uncertain whether to believe what you said. Then he smiled, knowing that he would have his answer in his own way with time.

«Don’t worry. I’ll show you, baby»

You didn’t answer, but your heartbeat betrayed what you didn’t want to admit: Jake had already managed to take a part of you. And neither of them knew what would happen next.

Merry Christmas🎄comments are appreciated❤️

[sunoovamp]

..𝕷𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊

[ily-sunghoon]

The Omen of Sterling | ENHYPEN

Pairing : vampire!enhypen x fem!oc

Genre : vampire, kingdom, reverse harem <3, fluff, angst, smut on some chapters

Summary : The name Sterling hits like thunder for the royal bloodlines. Sterling is the most dangerous vampire family throughout the ages. After they left Krashoviel due to their sweet human daughter, twenty-one years later the same daughter came back for help... or the omen that Cairneyes warned the others about.

WARNINGS : mdni, heavy content, deep world building (i went kinda crazy), blood, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, toxic behavior, curses, religious theme mentioned sometimes, obsessive, (more to add later). DO NOT PROCEED if uncomfortable

Disclaimer : THIS IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE BEHAVIORS OF MY CHARACTERS ARE NOT RELATED TO ENHYPEN REAL MEMBERS AT ALL!

Note : hi, guys. i finally contribute to the enhablr community by publishing this old draft that i wrote years ago. it was inspired by one of my loooong dream that i had on christmas eve night back then in 2020. i decided to stick on the original names that i have for them. all the fem characters doesn't have any face claims, i leave them to your imaginations. some random male idols might appear in the future as relatives/enemy/friends. without further do, meet the characters and i hope you guys enjoy!

CHAPTERS — PROLOGUE CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV

Introduction to our vampires:

Jestel Sinflame

/jé-ssel/ 299 years old — The rightful crown prince of Krashoviel. Choosing peace over war right now (living under the same roof as his brother-like best friends rather than in the sucking dry and toxic castle). A little bit classist like his family, Sinflame, except towards Ricardo, who he saw the potential of that kid himself. His parents died during the Red War and now he’s trying his hardest to contact his brother, Holstein, who also got lost in the war.

Sarco Phelanflame

/sár-ko/ 288 years old — Phelanflame has always been the first row at wars. They’re the leader of the soldiers. Very strong since birth with a little sadistic tendency. Their personality is cold, much colder than the other vampires around Krashoviel. If not cold, they’re always a little bit of an oddball. All the elders in his family were deceased during the last war. Now, Phelanflame only has three members, including Sarco and his two other cousins.

Ricardo Nikolai

/ree-kár-do/ 20 years old — Came from an orphanage, Ricardo is a third-class vampire in Krashoviel. He got lucky because Jestel and Sarco saw his potential while visiting his orphanage, they took him home and gave him all the facilities he needed. Ricardo likes to play fight with almost everybody, but his favorite activity to do is disturbing Jusarlie’s peace.

Jasper

/jæs-per/ approximately 23 years old — A new vamp who was found in the woods during their monthly patrolling. No one knows about his background, he lost his memory, so they named him Jasper.

Saine Cairneye

/sāin/ 201 years old — Grandson of the current Queen on the throne. His mother died during the war. The Cairneye bloodline is in charge of magick, witchcraft, astrology, omen, and so on. Their current job is reading people intentions and possible-futures with their crazy personality tests. They are blessed with good physical appearance, and all of them look like elves. They have a silly little hobby, which is accidentally having a vision that scares the royal family a.k.a Sinflame!

Jusarlie Grieffang

/jou-sār-lee/ 297 years old — Grieffang, the fang of Krashoviel. They are the greatest strategists and professors, Grieffang is one of the keys of Krashoviel’s endless winning of wars. They’re still relatives with Sinflame. Jusarlie is Jestel’s distant nephew, though their age gap is not far. Rival kingdoms tried to kidnap and use Grieffangs against Krashoviel during their wars, but it was no use, Grieffangs are loyal and far smarter than them. Plenty of them are still alive after the wars along with Sinflames.

Hiael Von Ruden

/heeæl/ 314 years old — His original nation is Slevado, Hiael was a crown prince. He turned his back after the Red War, and it creates a huge controversy. He is now working under Jestel’s command and is currently busy training Jasper. He’s reserved, calm, to the point where it becomes scary rather than comforting for his surroundings. No one knows what is on his mind, but for Jestel, as long as he has made a blood pact then he’s good.

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[nfly5]

ENHYPEN SUNGHOON — MAMA 2024 🩸

[yjngwon04]

( 성훈 ) ⎯⎯ "𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪." . . . oh my sweet vampire

⊹ ࣪ ˖ synopsis: it's the height of the vampire hour, risky for an ambush, but it's your job as a vampire hunter to take risks. suddenly, you're frozen by magic. you see a familiar face, only to hear, "i'm sorry. i do love you." the world goes black.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ pairing: vampire!sunghoon x fem!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ genre: vampire x vampire hunter

⊹ ࣪ ˖ warnings: teasing, suggestive, swearing, nicknames, suggestive descriptions. (lmk if i missed anything)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ words: 1052 words

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there was a chill in the air as the clock tower tolled midnight. the streets of daegu lay shrouded in shadow, a haunting stillness enveloping the town that felt almost otherworldly. it was, after all, the height of the vampire hour—a time when the cursed and the damned prowled the earth, seeking to quench their unending thirst. for y/n, an experienced vampire hunter, this hour was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating; to face the supernatural risks meant she was honoring his calling.

the moon, a spectral guardian in the night sky, cast pale light through the mist that clung to the cobblestones. she gripped her silver gun tightly, its polished surface glinting like a beacon of hope. It was a tool of protection and vengeance, one that had saved her from the clutches of darkness more times than she could count. y/n took a deep breath to steady herself. she was hunting a specific vampire, sunghoon, a vampire whose reputation for ruthlessness made even the bravest hunters tremble. sunghoon was said to be an ancient creature, his allure both deadly and seductive, capable of enthralling and ensnaring even the strongest will.

the hunt felt different tonight; there was an urgency in the air that weighed heavily upon her. as she rounded the corner of what had once been a bustling square, now eerily deserted, a sense of unease crept into her gut. the stories of sunghoon whispered through the wind, tales of his enchanting presence and merciless grip, but y/n was resolute. she had come too far, lost too much to fear a single vampire—no matter how powerful.

with each footstep echoing against the cold stone, she felt a sense of destiny, maybe I’ll finally bring balance back to this town, she thought, pushing those thoughts of doubt into the shadows of her mind.

then everything changed in an instant.

before she realized what was happening, an invisible force slammed into her, freezing her in place like a deer caught in the headlights. panic rippled through her; she couldn’t move. it was magic—no ordinary vampire struggled with sorcery as sunghoon had. suddenly, a swirling mist enveloped her, and she felt herself being pulled into another dimension. for an endless moment, she was suspended in darkness, trapped, powerless.

gradually, shapes began to coalesce out of the void. familiar yet haunting, the silhouette sharpened into a figure that had haunted y/n’s dreams and memories: it was sunghoon. the vampire stood before her, cloaked in an ethereal glow, his long hair cascading like shadows around his face, eyes glimmering with both danger and beauty. y/n had seen sunghoon hunt, had witnessed the magnetic pull he could exert over others, and she had felt the unwelcome flutter in her chest when sunghoon had first crossed his path.

but it was his words that struck her the hardest: "i'm sorry. i do love you."

those words crashed into her like tidal waves, washing away the resolve she had clung to so desperately. the chilling void around her seemed to thicken, smothering her under the weight of her own emotions. how could this be? the darkness that encircled her drained all rational thought, leaving only raw feelings free to flourish. why now? why here?

the world faded to black, but the echoes of sunghoon's confession hung in the air like a lingering ghost.

when y/n regained consciousness, she was lying on the cold, damp ground within the forest, the scent of earth and moss filling her lungs. blinking rapidly, she pushed herself up to sit and scanned her surroundings. something was different; she felt lighter, almost ethereal. sunghoon's magic had transformed her, and though her heart raced with confusion, she couldn’t shake the pull that urged her deeper into the woods.

“sunghoon!” she called, though her voice wavered, revealing the fear and longing clashing within her. “where are you?”

silence roared in response, enveloping her in a suffocating embrace. She rose to his feet and began pushing herself through the trees. each footfall was heavy with uncertainty, but there was also a resolve forming within her. perhaps sunghoon's words had power beyond mere sentiment—a truth woven into fate.

finally, she stumbled into a clearing, moonlight spilling down like liquid silver, illuminating a small stone altar, worn by time, etched with symbols she barely recognized. her heart thundered in her chest as she crossed the clearing, sensing a life thread connecting her to sunghoon.

the vampire emerged from the shadows, his countenance shifting between regret and desire. there was something eternal in the way he looked at y/n, a longing that transcended the realms of the living and the dead.

“i never wanted to hurt you,” sunghoon said, his voice a mix of anguish and beauty, “but love, y/n—it’s complicated when you’re cursed with immortality. you’ve hunted my kin, and yet, i’ve watched you fight the darkness within yourself.”

“is this your manipulation? magic to keep me here? to make me vulnerable? because if it is fuck you.” y/n accused, stepping closer, determined to claim her power back, even as her heart clamored for the vampire before her.

sunghoon shook his head, sorrow swirling in the depths of his eyes. “i wanted to save you from the danger, y/n. what if you never came back from this? what if one day you were turned into one of us?”

“but this isn’t what I wanted!” y/n shouted, desperation and confusion ripping through her. "your love—your magic cannot erase what I have dedicated my life to! you cannot take me away from my mission!"

“your mission,” sunghoon growled softly, “is to kill me, yet you still hold onto remnants of feelings I felt for you. I thought the same love I felt for you was strong enough to protect you.”

“love is a shit illusion,” y/n spat, fighting against the latent adoration clawing at her insides. “you’re a monster, a predator. if I give in to this—to you—i’m as good as dead. you can’t ask me to fucking forget that.”

“yet here you are,” sunghoon whispered, closing the distance between them, “a hunter who is willing to risk everything merely to see me. go on, hate me. but know that love doesn’t care for titles or roles, nor does it recognize the harm we inflict upon one another.”

y/n closed her thighs, feeling as if she unclasped them the liquid would all threaten to spill out.

as they locked eyes, y/n could sense sunghoon's hunger – not for blood, but for something far deeper. the air grew thick with unspoken words, and before she knew it, his hands were on her, fingers brushing lightly against her skin. the contact sent shockwaves through her body, igniting her senses and awakening desires she hadn’t known existed. it was a simple touch, yet it felt like a promise of something more.

sunghoon leaned in closer, his breath cool against her ear as he whispered the words she had longed to hear. “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice a rich timbre that wrapped around her like a silken thread. a shiver ran down her spine, sending waves of arousal pulsing through her. she could feel the heat radiating between them, a connection that was impossible to deny.

with each gentle caress of his fingers, y/n felt herself surrendering to the moment. sunghoon’s touch was both tender and electric, sending a rush of warmth cascading through her. his fingers traced delicate patterns along her lower back, igniting her skin with each brush. she closed her eyes, arching her back, losing herself in the sensation, feeling every nerve ending awaken under his touch. the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them suspended in a bubble of desire.

y/n leaned into him, craving more of his touch, more of the connection that bound them. sunghoon responded, his fingers dancing lower, teasing her with a mix of urgency and restraint. she could feel the tension building between them, a sweet ache that craved release. it was intoxicating, this dance they were performing – one filled with longing and the heavy weight of a forbidden love.

as his fingers explored her, y/n could hardly believe this was happening. the vampire who had haunted her dreams was here, his touch igniting a fire within her that she never wanted to extinguish. each brush of his fingers was a reminder that she was alive, that passion could bloom in the unlikeliest of places, even in the arms of a vampire.

but with every passing moment, reality crept back in. the risks, the danger, the impossibility of their worlds colliding threatened to pull her back from the edge of bliss. and yet, in that moment, as sunghoon's fingers lingered on her skin, y/n chose to embrace the thrill. she would allow herself to feel, to be alive in the presence of this creature who had captivated her heart and stolen her breath.

with a swift motion, sunghoon closed the gap between them, his lips hovering just inches from hers. the world around them faded, leaving only the intoxicating chemistry that crackled like a live wire. y/n felt herself lean in, pulled by an unseen force, her body alight with longing.

"it's not just secrets I hide," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety caress. "there's a side of me that craves what you offer."

in that moment, the air thickened between them, charged with an unspoken promise. sunghoon's lips brushed against hers, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her. the kiss started gentle, exploratory, but quickly escalated into something far more fervent. y/n melted into him, their connection igniting like a flame that consumed everything in its path.

his hands found her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies molding together as if they were made for one another. y/n tasted the cool sweetness of his lips, a tantalizing mix of longing and temptation. As their mouths danced together in a rhythm dictated by an insatiable hunger, sunghoon's hands roamed, igniting every nerve ending in her body.

time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the chaos of the world melting away to reveal a sanctuary forged in desire and passion. the kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more fervent, as if they were afraid to break the spell that held them captive.

"sunghoon please." she said with a breathy pronunciation. sunghoon smirked as he moved her panties to the side, "ready princess?"

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🪱 ⠀𓐩 ㅤ𝆬⠀⎯⎯ ⠀don't waste your 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 on somebody you can't even 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 &̲ Убей меня жестоко ᭢ຶ⵿

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MOONSTRUCK

teeth, tercera parte.

¿se sellará la indescriptible atracción que sentías hacia Park Sunghoon con el pinchazo de un colmillo?

pair: vampire!park sunghoon x f!reader

summary: park sunghoon volvió a por ti y esta vez, selló lo que debería haber sellado desde que hace tres meses.

warnings of part 3: sangre, mordiscos, besos en el cuello, menciones de dios, traición de una amistad, lenguaje malsonante y si veis alguno más decidme pls

words: 4587

quick note: esta es la penúltima parte escrita escuchando compulsivamente moonstruck y folklore porque estoy obsesionada, de ahí el cambio de título! disfrutad <3

primera parte segunda parte cuarta parte

Park Sunghoon miró a la Luna desde aquella azotea, lejos del lado por el cual podías llegar a verle desde la entrada. La miró con un corazón tembloroso y entrañas temerosas. Se sintió un niño, aquel que una vez fue él, mirando desde una de las grandes ventanas de su cuarto a la misma Luna que ahora todavía le proporcionaba esa simpatía que muchas veces, sintiéndose la criatura más horrorosa del mundo, necesitaba.

Te extrañaba.

Su pequeñez e iluminación de plenitud le provocaban paz, la misma que junto a ti minutos antes, dentro de toda la excitación y nerviosismo de vuestro primer encuentro, sentía. Porque os pertenecíais. Erais uno del otro.

Con una mano en su boca, intentando notar la relajación de sus colmillos, se dio cuenta de que todas aquellas veces de niño que hacía lo mismo, mirar a la Luna buscando una compañía específica, ya no se repetirían. ¿Por qué? Porque tú eras esa compañía que siempre su solitario corazón necesitó.

Tú eras su Luna. Y no podía perderte.

Tus manos, agarradas a los soportes laterales que tenía la moto en su asiento trasero, empezaban a congelarse mientras Park Jay conducía por la autopista.

Su camiseta holgada de tirantes sufría cada golpe del viento con pasividad, moviéndose descontroladamente mientras su pelo se revolvía al mismo ritmo. Tu corazón se relajó en tu pecho tras notar la prudencia con la que este ser que suponías inmortal conducía, preocupándose por seguir las normas de tráfico correspondientes pese a conducir una moto, conducta no muy seguida por la mayoría de los mortales.

Y, en verdad, mientras Sunoo te peinaba escasas horas antes preparándote para la fiesta, el trayecto no te había parecido tan largo.

Recordaste lo emocionada que te sentías entre las risas de Sunoo y los comentarios de Aerin y tu estómago se revolvió, rememorando por algún motivo muy claro, el sabor a sangre de animal que habías ingerido pensando que era ese vino de mala calidad que Aerin te recomendó -con ella las recomendaciones son prohibiciones- no beber.

Volver a pensar en ellos, en tus hasta el momento amigos, no te produjo buenas sensaciones. Aerin no estabas del todo segura pero Sunoo sí... Sunoo era lo mismo que el chico que te llevaba a los dormitorios sin pedir aparentemente nada a cambio; un vampiro. No sabías si por esa similitud Jay te había recordado a Sunoo, o si eran sus acciones amables. Comportamientos de Sunoo contigo que ya no te parecían tan bondadosos.

El frío de tus manos empeoró mientras salíais de la autopista, volviéndose sumamente doloroso. El frío quema, y no sentías las cenizas de tus manos mientras Park Jay al entrar en la carretera que dirigía hacia el pueblo cercano a dónde se situaba la Academia Bram Stoker, era parado por un semáforo en rojo.

Rápidamente, tras él sacar sus pies de los soportes de la moto apoyándolos en la tierra para estabilizarla y cuando tuviste la seguridad de que la gravedad no te haría caer, llevaste tus manos a tu pecho, intentando de alguna forma calentarlas. Jay giró la cabeza hacia ti, notando tu movimiento y, tras chasquear la lengua -gesto que te asustó al relacionarlo con molestia por ti cuando en verdad era hacia él mismo por no haberse dado cuenta de que probablemente hacía un frío de muerte- desató la sudadera que tenía atada a la cintura y te la entregó.

Guiada por esa percepción de molestia causada por ti en ese ceño fruncido suyo, negaste con la cabeza efusivamente. El semáforo se puso en verde pero Jay siguió tendiéndote aquella prenda de ropa. Gesticulaste hacia el semáforo -considerabas que al tener el casco no te escucharía si hablabas, en fin- pero Jay ni se inmutó. Pese a coches pitando o adelantándole, la mano de Jay seguía dirigida hacia ti con la sudadera. Tus mejillas se calentaron de, lo que supusiste, frío y decidiste aceptar la oferta, poniéndotela rápidamente. Mañana seguramente te despertarías con fiebre.

Tras terminar de ponértela, te diste cuenta de que Jay seguía girado hacia ti y, antes de que pudieras comentarlo, agarró una de tus manos que llevó consigo hacia delante mientras el volvía a mirar al frente, colocándola en su abdomen, rodeándolo. Tu primer instinto fue apartarte, pero volver a pensar en estar en la posición de antes cuándo ésta era mucho más cómoda te hizo replantearte la situación hasta acabar aceptando, rodeando el otro lado de su abdomen con tu otro brazo.

Además, Jay no tenía intenciones de arrancar y seguir con la marcha hasta que te situaras de esa forma. No viste su sonrisa satisfactoria después de que lo hicieras y antes de encender el motor al sus anchos hombros bloquear tu campo de visión.

No pudiste evitar darte cuenta de lo relajado que estaba tu corazón y pensar en a cuánta velocidad latiría si tus manos estuviesen sobre los abdominales de Park Sunghoon y no sobre los del capitán del equipo de béisbol.

Buscando distraerte de cómo la adrenalina se instauró en tu diafragma ante el mero pensamiento de tener a Park Sunghoon a esta mínima distancia, pensaste en las preguntas que le harías a Jay una vez llegado a la Academia.

Toda las dudas que te podría provocar esta situación (tener pruebas de la existencia de vampiros) se podrían ramificar de muchas maneras, centrándose en diversos efectos. Pero, por tus vivencias y tú ya existente sospecha de la Academia y los alumnos SSR, tus se centraron en la identidad: ¿Quién era vampiro y quién no? ¿Eran todos los alumnos SSR vampiros? ¿Era la Academia una Organización secreta de vampiros? ¿Era Aerin... un vampiro? 

Sunoo, Jay, Jake y Heeseung lo eran. También Sunghoon aunque no necesitaba morder a nadie para demostrarlo. No eras estúpida, la atracción que sentías hacia Sunghoon no era una conexión posible entre dos meros humanos. Ni siquiera os conocíais ni habíais hablado más de las palabras que hacía menos de una hora habíais intercambiado... ¿Cómo podías sentir que lo necesitabas para existir cada vez que vuestros ojos se encontraban y amar semejante disparate? No, los vampiros tenían que tener algún  tipo de poder atrayente o de manipulación física y mental de la que los cuentos de hadas no hablaban. 

Esta era otra de las preguntas que le harías a Jay con confianza y seguridad pero... ¿Entrarías en detalles? Una especie de poder como el mencionado tenían que tener los vampiros y el hecho de que el colmillo de Jay estuviese partido podría ser una explicación de por qué con él no sentías ese indescriptible que se volvía una droga con Sunghoon.

Aunque luego pensabas en Jake y Heeseung, incluso en Sunoo, y te dabas cuenta de que tampoco lo sentías. Sólo con Sunghoon. Recapitulando algunos momentos de vuestra interacción, a veces Sunghoon ni siquiera parecía atraerte voluntariamente, frunciendo su ceño como si no pudiera controlar sus acciones pese a querer la anulación de ellas cuánto antes.

Tenias una pieza de un puzzle que no era parte del que Park Jay podía darte pistas sobre su colocación exacta. Eso sí, el resto de alumnos veían a los SSR con esos ojos de admiración que no solía provocar el simple hecho de una capacidad adquisitiva mayor, no. Eso normalmente daba envidia y no admiración.

Así que llegaste a la conclusión de que los propios alumnos SSR tenían algo que ver siendo ellos los responsables de la actitud de los azules.

Justo cuando ibas a dejar que tus pensamientos buscaran alguna otra cuestión o que simplemente tuviesen la oportunidad de recordar lo bonitos y definidos que lucían los lunares de Sunghoon a la corta distancia a la que habías llegado a estar de él, en el camino oculto por grandes árboles que llevaba directamente a la verja gótica que conformaba la entrada de la Academia, Jay bajó súbitamente de velocidad hasta quedaros parados en medio de naturaleza.

Le miraste extrañado pero antes de que pudieras preguntar, Jay te indicó bajar con la cabeza. Así hiciste, con su sudadera en tu cuerpo, apoyando los tacones en la gravilla de la carretera. Tras unos intentos de encender el motor, un Jay frustrado se dirigió a ti.

—Parece ser que nos hemos quedado sin gasolina de repente. Lo que no tiene ningún sentido porque este cacharro suele avisarme casi horas antes— y no dudabas las palabras de Jay pues aquella moto parecía haber costado una fortuna.

Jay se llevó una de sus manos cubiertas por guantes de cuero a la frente, resoplando mientras bajaba del vehículo y se dirigía a tu figura de brazos cruzados y mirada inocente.

—Creo que vamos a tener que seguir andando, menos mal que estamos cerca— Estableció mientras observaba. Asentiste sin remedio y comenzasteis a caminar: tú más cerca de los árboles y Jay tirando de la moto situándola en la carretera, caminado a tu lado izquierdo. Tras unos pasos de silencio cómodo hablaste.

—Es hora de mis preguntas— Tus palabras sonaron más serias de lo que esperabas y te sentiste una detective en una novela de Poe. Jay sonrió.

—¿Qué es lo que quieres saber?— Ladeó la cabeza mirando al frente mientras seguíais caminando.

—Antes de nada, ¿por qué me has ayudado?— Jay susurró algo entre las líneas de sabía que ibas a decir eso. Te miró de soslayo, girando su cabeza para conectar sus ojos rasgados con los tuyos, dijo — Cuando vives tantos años, los actos pierden mucho significado. Te ayudé porque vamos los dos al mismo destino. Además de que va en contra de mis valores dejar a una chica tirada en la calle rodeada de vampiros a estas horas—.

Te sorprendió sus largas respuestas al tener en tu cabeza la idea de que Park Jay era bastante reservado. Hasta su comentario final te había hecho sonreír.

—Que yo sepa, tú también eres un vampiro—.

—Sí, pero soy algo así como un retirado de guerra— El movimiento burlesco que realizó con sus cejas te hizo reír. Jay te miró con una expresión indescriptible.

Sorprendentemente, te sentías a gusto en la presencia del vampiro, demasiado a gusto. Deberías desconfiar de este sentimiento, de él, ya que no lo conocías. Pero no, seguiste con tu sonrisa, volviendo a mirarle tras tu explosión de risa. Hiciste contacto visual con esa mirada tan extraña y decidiste falsear tu antes verdadera sonrisa.

—No voy a preguntar acerca de vuestra condición porque ahora no podría procesarlo todo. Sólo necesito saber ahora mismo dos cosas, pues mi madre me enseñó a no ser avariciosa y la verdad siempre acaba saliendo a la luz— Tu mirada se tornó un tanto oscura, sorprendiendo a Jay. Ni de broma ibas a aceptar su amable gesto hacia ti como insignificante. Los vampiros no tenían tan mala fama en los cuentos sin razón.

Rápidamente ocultaste tu verdadera desconfianza al continuar con tus preguntas. —Bram Stocker es un refugio de vampiros, ¿verdad? Y manejáis vuestra identidad como secreto a través de la manipulación, ¿verdad? Tal y como ahora lo estás haciendo. Para que sienta confianza contigo sin apenas conocerte—.

Jay permaneció pensativo durante unos segundos mientras miraba al frente, ya distinguiéndose las verjas de entrada a la Academia. No te lo demostró, pero en el fondo estaba sorprendido porque no se esperaba esta forma de actuar por tu parte. Sin duda, eras estudiante becada por alguna razón. Después de varios pasos, habló.

—He de ser honesto, no eres la primera alumna azul o, en general, humana en descubrirnos porque la Academia no es un refugio, no es un escondite. Es nuestro lugar, somos nosotros los que tienen el poder. Si te das cuenta, mira de quiénes somos hijos los alumnos SSR. — En tu cabeza apareció el recuerdo de Aerin relatándote su primer encuentro con su ahora ex suegro, el presidente del país —Básicamente, tu sociedad está gobernada por mi sociedad. Pero no hay nada que temer, no nos interesa acabar con los humanos ya que ellos mismos podrían acabar con nosotros al conocer las formas de matarnos y porque siguen siendo nuestro mayor placer— Evitaste hacer contacto visual con Jay mientras seguíais caminando, reflexionando en sus palabras. Tras aclararse la garganta, Jay prosiguió.

—La paz existente es esta. También está relacionada con lo que acabas de decir. Los vampiros os atraemos, pero no conscientemente como piensas. Hay algunos que sí que lo hacen, al fin y al cabo somos manipuladores por naturaleza, pero lo que tú estás sintiendo ahora, esa confianza, no te la estoy produciendo voluntariamente. Nosotros, por nuestra complexión y físico, hasta por la propia voz, atraemos a nuestras presas sin mover un dedo. Sois vosotros los que venís hacia nosotros— El contacto visual fue ahora inevitable y la sudadera de Jay ya no servía para protegerte del frío mientras un brillo rojo parpadeaba en sus pupilas. —Por eso los que descubren lo que somos, no se escandalizan, porque les gustamos. Quieren más de nosotros. Salvo tú, claro. No sé por qué desconfías. No deberíais y esa condición tuya, sólo aparece en estúpidas leyendas imposibles—.

Sólo se escuchaban el ruido que tus tacones provocaban al entrar en contacto con la gravilla de la carretera y las suaves pisadas de las botas de Jay mientras, pensativa, masticabas sus palabras internamente, siendo consciente de las respuestas que indirectamente te estaba aportando.

La primera, todos los SSR eran vampiros, incluyendo a Aerin. La segunda y que deriva de ésta, nuestro mundo parecía gobernado directa o indirectamente por ellos. La tercera, no había forma de resistirse o denunciar o nada. Parecía ser que su existencia en verdad era un secreto a voces. La cuarta, había una aparente paz que era mejor que no rompieras. La quinta y última, tal y como temías, eras diferente y Sunghoon lo sabía mejor que nadie. 

Buscando poder especificar qué era esa diferencia que te separaba del resto, decidiste preguntar más.

—¿Qué leyendas?— Tras tu pregunta, el capitán del equipo de béisbol te miró por un momento guardando silencio. Un silencio que notaste lleno de secretos.

—Eso yo no te lo puedo decir— Su tono de voz sonó un poco frío, lo que te hizo captar el mensaje que se escondía detrás de éste. Por ahí no podías seguir con tus preguntas.

Finalmente, llegasteis a la entrada de la Academia y la hora de separarse al Jay tener que dirigirse al aparcamiento destinado a los coches y motos de los alumnos SSR.

En silencio os situasteis cara a cara. Te quitaste su sudadera.

—Gracias Jay— Dijiste devolviéndole la prenda de ropa. Jay esbozó una misteriosa sonrisa después de fijarse por unos segundos en tu cuello.

—No hay de qué, amiga de Aerin— Se giró y su oscura figura empujando su moto desaparecieron en la niebla nocturna que se había empezado a formar.

¿Acaso no sabía tu nombre? Aquello te había molestado, especialmente tras el tono de burla que había empleado para designarte como amiga. Ya no sabías muy bien si podías encajar en esa categoría y no necesitabas que alguien como él te lo especificara.

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Mientras caminabas a paso ligero por la bóveda central a partir de la cual se elevaba el resto de la estructura de la Academia, las palabras de Jay te perseguían mentalmente. ¿No era muy pronto para llegar a una conclusión exacta? Sí, te había dejado sola en la guarida del lobo, formando parte ella de la manada, además de todas aquellos comentarios o actuaciones que podían cuestionar perfectamente su moralidad como tu amiga. Siempre fuiste consciente de ello, pero a la vez, Aerin fue quién nunca te dejó sola y quién te hablaba de su vida con una elocuencia un tanto íntima. ¿Verdaderamente no significabas nada para ella? Y, si te lo esperabas, ¿por qué te dolía tanto?

Pero, ¿cómo de buena amiga eras tú si te encontrabas suspirando por su exnovio?

Seguiste caminando inconscientemente, sumergida a gran profundidad en tus pensamientos y emociones. Toda aquella noche había sido digna de las historias más fantasiosas del mundo y, aún así, era tu realidad. Giraste una esquina, acercándote a la salida trasera del edificio de piedra, donde se situaba el camino al aire libre hacia los dormitorios de los alumnos azules.

Pensar en Aerin te hacía pensar inevitablemente en Sunoo y en la proximidad en la que estos dos se habían encontrado durante el evento. Imagen que te hizo recordar la existencia de los vampiros y las palabras de Jay y... Era definitivamente demasiado.

La idea del mundo estar gobernado por vampiros no te hacía sentir muy cómoda. Aunque Jay habló de paz, la Academia te parecía ahora una granja en la que los depredadores criaban a sus presas con amor para después matarlos con esos colmillos. Podía ser que estuvieras exagerando un poco, pero ahora estaba todo demasiado reciente. La necesidad de estar con tus padres casi te atragantó.

Saliste del edificio principal hacia los soportales de los dormitorios, siendo bañada por una lluvia repentina y la luz de la Luna. Mañana definitivamente tendrías fiebre y un resfriado.

Tus pisadas hacían contacto con la hierba y tus pies estaban sufriendo demasiado en aquellos rojos tacones. Sin pensártelo mucho debido a lo agobiada que te encontrabas por toda la situación necesitando tumbarte en tu querida cama cuánto antes, te quitaste esos tacones, liberando tus pies para que hicieran contacto con la húmeda hierba. Estaba muy fría y, si no tuvieses esas heridas en los pies, correrías para resguardarte de la lluvia.

Con cada ligera pisada eras más consciente del silencio que te rodeaba. Con la nieblilla que se había instaurado y la ausencia de luz artificial, la escena que te rodeaba era bastante tenebrosa. Digno de Poe, otra vez.

Cuando tu imaginación empezó a crear sombras oscuras semejantes a seres extraños o personas con la nieblilla, decidiste caminar más rápido y lo escuchaste. El eco de tus pisadas que semejaban otras.

Sentiste los pelos de tu nuca erizarse. Caminaste todavía más rápido, intentando convencerte de que era una ilusión provocada por tu cerebro, que nadie te estaba siguiendo. Pero ahora ese eco que decidiste pensar que era de tus pisadas empezó a sonar más fuerte, diferenciándose de tus pasos. ¿Alguien estaba caminado detrás tuya?

Probablemente sí, pero llegaste a la tranquilizadora conclusión de que seguramente era otra alumna o alumno que volvía de la fiesta. Hasta que tu corazón empezó a latir a una velocidad sólo conocida en momentos determinados y sólo provocada por un único estímulo.

Dejaste de caminar súbitamente, rezando a Dios o a alguien esperando que el alumno o la alumna que te seguía pasase de largo, demostrando que no eran quién creías que era.

Pero con el fin de tus pasos vinieron el fin de los pasos que te seguían. Respirabas lenta pero profundamente mientras lo único que se movía eran las gotas que resbalaban por tu frente hasta decorar tus pestañas, junto con los árboles lejanos por el baile del viento. Con el corazón en un puño, las manos temblando y la boca repentinamente seca pese a la humedad de tus labios mojados por la lluvia, giraste tu cabeza lentamente para después acompañar el movimiento con tu cuerpo, dando un paso hacia atrás, apoyando la punta de tu desnudo pie derecho en la hierba. Dejaste de respirar, forzando los huesos de tu cuello y tu clavícula en un frío instante.

Un Park Sunghoon con la cabeza baja y el flequillo húmedo de la lluvia te recibió. Al escuchar la detención de tus pasos, él también se había parado, esperando con paciencia. Sus piernas ancladas en la tierra con firmeza, sus manos todavía en sus bolsillos. Escuchando como cesó el ruido de tu respiración, levantó la cabeza, dejando de mirar simplemente las huellas que tus pies habían dejado en la hierba para mirarte.

Unos ojos de sangre te recibieron entre las cortinas que su húmedo pero luminoso flequillo formaban. Hiciste contacto visual y tragaste la sequedad de tu garganta, pasando tu lengua brevemente por tus labios, frunciendo levemente el ceño en un gesto de puro anhelo.

Las indescriptibles sensaciones volvieron pero, buscando que no consiguieran dominar tu mente y hacerte perder el sentido, en medio de la adrenalina de su repentina aparición te provocó, hablaste.

—¿Qué haces aquí? Por aquí no se van a tus jodidos dormitorios— Intentaste sonar distante, cortante, fría. —No te acerques ni un segundo, Jay me ha contado todo y esto no es normal. Yo no debería...— Tus palabras finales sonaron débiles llenas de oxígeno más que de sonido mientras el anhelo que sentías por él incrementaba demasiado. Estabas cansada de toda la situación, de sentir incomprensibles.

En medio de tus agotadas palabras pestañeaste y Sunghoon, un vampiro con la antinatural velocidad que los caracterizaba, apareció a un sólo paso de ti, paso que cerró rodeándote con un brazo la cintura y con una mano acariciarte el cuello. Su tacto era gélido. Su voz sonó con el mismo cansancio y el mismo anhelo que habías impregnado en la tuya.

—Jay... Jay... Después de meses, meses aguantando esta estúpida necesidad de tenerte en mis brazos y de que por fin me hicieras el caso que necesito, que necesitamos, te pones a hablar de otros. Lo tuyo es— Se acercó a tu cuello, oliéndolo y sentiste como todo su cuerpo temblaba de necesidad —... Absolutamente increíble. ¿Crees que yo quería sentirme así hacia una mera humana aun sabiendo mi propio disgusto a gustaros, a probaros, a... —Su voz calló y sin fuerza alguna susurró con el limitado aire de una última respiración —¿morderos? Dime, ¿tienes alguna absoluta idea de esto? Hasta romper con Aerin sacando de quicio a mi padre para que luego huelas a ese capitán de pacotilla— Se apartó de tu cuello, haciendo contacto visual contigo.

Este era el momento de apartarlo. Separarte de un vampiro, del ex de tu mejor amiga, del maldito Park Sunghoon hijo del presidente del país. Deberías apartarlo, ¿no? Empujarlo y llamarlo asesino, llamarlo frío y egoísta y narcisista y... —¿Por qué sólo me siento así contigo, Sunghoon? ¿No era que todos los vampiros pueden..?— Tus palabras quedaron apagadas ante la jodida sonrisa y el leve movimiento hacia atrás que Sunghoon realizó tras tú llamarle por su nombre. —Dios, hoy ya no sé quién soy— Murmuró y tus cejas se fruncieron, no entendiendo ninguno de sus actos pero sintiendo un gran aprecio hacia él, pese a ser un desconocido. Sunghoon levantó la mano de tu cuello, acariciándote la mejilla. Su voz sonó rota. —Porque soy jodidamente tuyo y me acabo de dar cuenta—.

Una frustración interna desconocida se desató al verlo en ese estado y, sin darte cuenta, te acercaste a él mientras la lluvia te dificultaba ver claramente sus ojos ahora rojos, su cuerpo entero. Sunghoon, notando aquello, inclinó su cara hacia la tuya y llevó la mano que estaba en tu cuello a tu mejilla, rozando con su pulgar pestañas, quitándote el agua de éstas que no te permitía ver la sinceridad de sus palabras en su rostro, que no te dejaban observar la puerta a sus honestas emociones que sus ojos eran, que toda su expresión era. Lentamente dejó de rodear tu cintura para con la mano de ese brazo, hacer lo mismo en tu otra mejilla, en tu otro ojo.

Tras segundos de este íntimo cariño silencioso, susurró débilmente —Me vuelves loco. Dime que tú también sientes lo mismo, por favor—Notaste el temblor de unas manos que luchaban por no perder el control, por no expresar al cien por cien su deseo.

Aún en las últimas, Sunghoon quería escucharte. Quería saber si esto también lo sentías como él, que tú también compartieras el momento con la misma pena. Porque no deberíais desearos, necesitaros. Te anhelaba de una forma que iba más allá de algo terrenal, casi parecía una unión del destino y él no había elegido esto. Tú no habías elegido esto. Él odiaba notar el fuego de sus ojos ahora carmesís, lo puntiagudo de sus colmillos y el temblor de sus manos. No quería ser lo quién era y toda su vida se había comportado como un humano hasta que tú llegaste y activaste sus más olvidados sentidos. Tú odiabas tu incapacidad de separarte porque lo necesitabas y ¿quién era él? Un vampiro y además, el exnovio de Aerin, de tu maldita mejor amiga.

Pero, ¿cómo podíais resistiros a vuestro propio destino cuando él tenerte en sus brazos y tú estar en ellos se sentía tan correcto? Porque si Sunghoon quitaba su propio miedo a dejarse llevar contigo, ese futuro presentándose como suyo jamás se había sentido tan perfecto, encajando con el resto de su vida sin imperfecciones ni esquinas forzadas, la verdadera pieza de su puzzle existencial.

Lo mismo sucedía contigo. Él te proporcionaba la compañía que en tu solitaria infancia habías buscado en libros con personajes tolerantes y relatos apasionantes. Sunghoon era tu historia.

—No te conozco Sunghoon y aún así..— Te miró con unos ojos rotos de necesidad— Aún así, es como llevase toda la vida buscando tu compañía—.

Sunghoon tras tu confesión perdió cualquier tipo de control.

—¿Puedo probar una cosa que realmente nos ayudará a saber si esto es puro deseo o pura necesidad?— Sunghoon te miró como si te fueras a romper, hablándote con una intimidad muy personal. Tragaste tras escuchar un relámpago y, con tu corazón latiendo de emoción, asentiste mordiéndote el labio. Sabías perfectamente qué es lo que iba a hacer, qué es lo que necesitaba, cómo se podría probar esto.

Así Sunghoon, con una velocidad demasiado lenta buscando grabar cada segundo de este encuentro en su memoria, se acercó con cuidado, como si temiera romperte si actuase con toda la fuerza con la que te deseaba, como si de ti dependiera el silencio, como si necesitase concentración en semejante tiro para que su flecha encajara perfectamente.

Tu mente, cuándo sintió su gélido aliento sobre tu mojado cuello, se bloqueó. No hubo miedos, no hubo nerviosismo. Estabas a absoluta merced de su contacto, sintiéndote lo más segura que te habías sentido nunca. Sunghoon acercó sus carnosos labios casi violetas por la temperatura a tu cuello, permitiéndose rozarlo con ellos, mientras uno de sus brazos volvía a rodearte la cintura, acercándote a él. Vuestros cuerpos chocaron suavemente.

La delicadeza con la que te tocaba no era para nada la de un depredador hambriento, siendo consciente de cada uno de sus movimientos para negar cualquier posibilidad de dañarte. ¿Era verdaderamente deseo si a la hora de la verdad podía ser tan racional?

Notó tu acelerado pulso en sus labios y con el brazo que te rodeaba ejerció más presión, empujándote un poco más hacia él, besándote el cuello con más presión, gesto que hizo que emitieras un sonido ahogado que fue directo a su propio control, desafiándolo. Con una de tus manos, agarraste el bíceps del brazo que te rodeaba, necesitando un soporte.

Sunghoon escuchando tu petición desplazó la mano que había quedado en una de tus mejillas hacia tu otro brazo, deslizando sus dedos por tu desnuda piel hasta llegar a la palma de tu mano, juntándola con la suya y entrelazando vuestros dedos. Cuando apretaste su mano como respuesta, supo que eras suya y así lo selló.

Sus imposiblemente afilados colmillos penetraron tu piel y nunca habías sentido tanta satisfacción en tu vida. No era un placer sexual pero te sentías completa de una manera que sólo eso podía dar. Y Sunghoon, cuando probó tu sangre, sólo supo una cosa.

Estaba destinado a ella.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

taglist (open!): @strxwbloody @baaamkyu

notes: omg la parte 3 está aquí!! espero haberos acelerado un poco el corazón JAJSJAJAJ me gustaría saber vuestras impresiones so... comentarlas pls!!! ilysm <3

[woundedly]

༒ ‎̣͙˳ 𓆣 ♱𝆬 ִ ♡ 愛

Flesh without Blood 🩸🚮

[vampirte]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 🪦 ͟ㅤ 独自的 . ℜed ℒe𝐭𝐭er

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤ LU₡IFER : 𒂭 ⠙⠲

[withwons]

enhypen moodboard #2 - vampire ver

heeseung 💋

vampire!heeseung who can’t help but take a bite out of you when eating you out in his dorm. he’d purposefully tease you by licking a stripe up your thigh and start sucking blood from your leg while two or even three of his fingers pump your soaked cunt.

vampire!heeseeung who sneaks into your room at night and sucks blood anywhere he can. you’d wake up to find him devouring your pussy and puncture marks everywhere on your skin.

vampire!heeseung who thinks you taste like candy and compares the taste by sucking you dry. he’d bite into your shoulder once, suck some blood, then get out different candies to find out which one you taste like the most so that he doesn’t have to keep drinking your ethereal blood.

jongseong 🩸

vampire!jay who doesn’t care whether you’re in public or not, if he wants to drink, he’ll drink. you’d be at chanel or dior and all of a sudden, he’ll start acting very needy and touchy. next thing you know he’s sucking you like there’s no tomorrow in the backseat of his car.

vampire!jay who likes to take it slow when fucking you. he likes seeing you whine and beg him to go faster. whenever you complain, he bites your neck and sucks some of your blood to make you nauseous and it really shut you up sometimes. in the end, he’ll still fuck you dumb after you quiet down.

vampire!jay who tries to substitute your blood for your cum. it’s hard, though, because he drinks some of your blood everyday. jay begs you to sit on his face daily because he thinks the taste of your cum is like creamy vanilla ice cream. when you finally give in, he’ll eat you out like a starved man, praying you’d have more than one orgasm. this way, you don’t get your blood drawn out by his fangs.

jaeyun 🌹

vampire!jake who gets energy off your blood. before a show, he’ll have you pinned up against a wall, giving you lovebites on your neck and collarbone. once he’s done with that he’ll slowly and tortuously start going over the hickeys and sucking blood from every. single. one. he won’t stop until it looked like an octopus tried hugging you.

vampire!jake who gets off by pictures of you wearing small lingerie in red-, his favorite color. he’d jerk off for hours, biting his lip so hard that he draws blood from himself. the moment you come to his dorm, he’ll already be nude, just in his boxers with a bulge sticking out of it. he’ll spend the entire night knocking you up trying to make you forget his own name.

vampire!jake who has a high sex drive in the middle of the night. he’d dry hump his pillow, thinking it’s you and cum all over it. by the time you come over, he’d probably already had at least two orgasms just from the thought of you. he’d suck you dry as punishment because you took too long to get there. 🤕

a/n :: debating whether to make a part two with sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon.

[mintross]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝟒𝟒𝟏𝟗 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺