#vampire bang chan

[chans-room]

Stolen Sunshine

Pairing: Bang Chan × Non-Gendered Reader

Length: 10k

Rating: Mature/21+ | This fic is dark. Please read the warnings and make an informed decision on if you are prepared to read this fic. I am not including these warnings lightly because they are heavily featured in this fic.

Warnings: explicit and non-explicit smut, yandere vampire chan, vampire typical age gap, stalking, obsessive behavior, vampire mind control, non-con/dub-con, murder, major and minor character death, gaslighting, using fear to control/manipulate, mental instability, manipulation, forced siring, knives, blood, blood sharing, Chan and the reader injure themselves and each other in order to feed, delusional behavior, hunting, trauma, violence, needles, someone being kept against their will… you all get the idea lol... if i missed anything please let me know!!

Important! this is now a one shot so if you read the first part, Thorn Bitten, please be aware there is more! The new part starts after the second red divider!

Again: please heed the warnings! They're there for a reason.

Chan has been so lonely for so long. He was turned into a vampire so long ago and he's never even entertained the idea of turning anyone or trying to seek out other vampires. He is certain he's going to live in unhappy solitude… until he sees you. He's overcome by the desire and the hunger for you. You’re so achingly human; he doesn’t want to kill you he just wants you. He spends the next few months trailing you, finding out about your habits and your likes and your desires. You’re a rose in the eternal graveyard of his life. 

He then quietly slips himself into your life — he goes from someone you happen to see around to someone who you’d consider a friend. You don’t question his horrific sleep schedule, or the fact that you generally only see him after dark; you’re just happy he’s in your life when you can see him. He tries not to be too overbearing, claiming you barely know each other and he’s sure you have other friends to see. He tells you he’s always been something of a loner, and being in a new city with his weird work schedule makes it hard to make friends. But you like him. He’s kind and funny and a little goofy, and he makes you laugh. You tell him that he can’t say he doesn’t have any friends because you’re his friend now.

But then he becomes more than a friend. The bar was crowded and one minute you were dancing with a stranger, and the next Chan was making you come apart on his fingers in the bathroom of the bar. He pulled you into his arms and when he kissed you, the world fell away. It was so easy to get drunk on him — the feeling of his arms around you, his hands wandering and groping and squeezing, the way he’d nibble on your lip. It was addicting.

It started a whirlwind romance; he’d basically taken up residence in your apartment after the first two weeks. You didn’t know it was possible to be romanced in the way Chan does. You came home to roses — the thorns always meticulously removed — and dinner, or a new outfit and shoes, or tickets to an event you’ve been discussing almost every night.

And he was incredible in bed.

Attentive, passionate, talented, and fully focused on your pleasure. He gave you head with a carnality you weren’t sure someone could possess, like he wants to eat you whole. He throws you into mindless bliss multiple times before he’s satisfied, but even then there’s always a hunger in his eyes, turning them almost black. It’s flattering really.

Things begin to unravel when you meet up for drinks with a few of your friends. They text you the next day about how… off Chan is. They talk about how he stands unnervingly still, almost like a statue, and that to everyone but you, he is cold and closed off. And they say he stares at you, as if you’re the center of the universe but also sort of like a predator hunting his prey. You have no reason to doubt your friends, but you can’t help but feel protective of Chan. They just don’t know him like you do. They don’t see the man who brings home dozens of roses for you every week, each thorn removed so the sharp stems never kiss your delicate skin. But you also trust your friends. 

And that night, you try to be more aware, more conscious of him. Instead of letting yourself drift into the abyss of passion and carnality that he brings you. He notices immediately that you aren’t giving into his charms the way you usually do; it puts him on edge. He can’t lose you. You’re the first tether to humanity he’s had in years. You’re his perfect rose, and now your friends are becoming nuisances. But they don’t know how good he is at pruning thorns now; he’s been doing it for months. And he can be much sharper than they could ever imagine.

So he asks you about it and makes sure to soothe your woes. Your friends must have just caught him in a weird moment. He isn't obsessed with you or anything, he just is really grateful that you're in his life. And his explanations make sense. You spend the rest of the night, and the weekend holed up in bed together after he runs out to get you some wine and dinner and a fresh bouquet of roses.

You text your friends the next week telling them to back off Chan. If they don't like him, that's fine, but that’s their problem and you’d appreciate it if they kept it to themselves unless it was something serious. They argue that it is but you won’t hear it.

Weeks go by, fully wrapped up in Chan. He finally brings you to his apartment, and a few days later suggests that you move in. Your lease is coming up so why not? Besides, your work cut back on your hours so you were about to be forced out anyway. With Chan’s constant reassurances that you wouldn’t be intruding, you agreed.

Once you move in things get more serious and you realize just how much of a recluse Chan is. He really is alone. No friends, no family, no one calls him and he works mostly for himself. And he hovers. You struggle to find it as flattering as it was before you moved in but now it just feels like you can’t get a minute alone. He’s always popping up around a corner, showing up unexpectedly at girls night, bringing more roses to your office.

It’s after your birthday, the last one you’d ever really experience, that everything goes from bad to worse. The day itself is lovely. You and your friends go out for dinner and you meet Chan at a bar for drinks. But the morning after, your friends send you pictures and you can’t help but agree; there’s something off about your boyfriend.

Neither you nor Chan are the focus of the picture, but he’s standing behind you, lurking over your shoulder, and he looks exactly like your friends described. He looks consumed… obsessed. And it settles on your skin in a cold sweat. It’s like something out of a horror movie. But the worst part is his eyes; they managed to catch the light in a funny way, the same way cats do. You can’t explain it but there’s a voice in the back of your head telling you to run. Far.

So you do; you pack up your things and your friends help you move out and they wait for you by the door while you break up with Chan. You try to be kind and explain how it was too much too soon and that you wanted to still be friends, but you needed space. And your heart broke when he cried and pleaded for you to stay with him. But his eventual acceptance gave you peace — he agreed he’d give you space but he promised you one thing: his love, eternally. You fought the fluttering in your heart as he said it, and left with your friends.

You didn’t see him for weeks after; but you felt like you’d always just missed him. The smell of his cologne hanging in the air, or the flash of a black beanie disappearing behind a corner, and the roses you saw everywhere. And they were everywhere. A random one on a wall you walked past home from work, a couple on the counter at your favorite coffee shop, a stray bud in the coat pocket of a stranger, a pair on the small table of the date you regret agreeing to. And all it makes you do is miss him more. Chan’s presence clings to you and you can’t help but feel like you made a mistake.

Especially now that your friends seem to be growing more and more distant. After your breakup, you saw them nearly every day. But now you’re lucky if you get a text in response. It feels like it’s been weeks since you’ve actually seen them. Their absence makes you miss him more. It gets hard to remember why you even broke up.

Then you see him. He’s standing in line at a coffee shop, twirling a rose between his fingers. He looks so lonely, so sad. You can't help but go up to him and ask how he’s been — and the way he looks at you makes you forget everything for a moment. He’s so… gentle, and kind, and you can’t help but melt when he tells you he’s been carrying around a rose every day just in case he runs into you. He asks you to get back together with him, and promises he’ll do anything you ask. He reminds you he promised you his eternal love.

But then you remember. Remember why you left. What made you run. And you apologize and slip out of the cafe, but not before he slips the rose between your fingers and you agree to see him again, maybe at the bar you went to for your birthday with your friends. He agrees and you leave. A thorn bites into your thumb as you walk out, making you drop it as the door closes behind you. And you miss the way his gaze shifts, the hunger in his eyes.

The next day, one of your friends is found dead in the park. Police said it was a random killing but it's weird that they were drained of blood. And you fall apart – none of your other friends answer your calls, and you have to brave your friend’s funeral alone. You don’t know why no one is answering until another one of your friends is found, and another after that, and so on until it’s just you. Only you left after a series of unbelievable accidents and suicides that don’t make any sense. It's nearly unbearable; you wish you had just one person with you, just one friend to help bear the weight of the grief. But everyone is gone. 

Until you meet Felix. He just shows up one day as you wander home alone and brings light back into your life – he’s kind and friendly and helps you mend your heart. It’s easy to fall in love with him and you do. Chan was all obsession and passion and carnality; sometimes just being around him made you feel drunk and out of control. But Felix made you feel alive, truly alive.

You can’t help but compare them; you know it’s unfair. But Chan’s broad shoulders that made you swoon and feel small never gave you the same comfort Felix’s slight frame brought you. Or how Chan’s eyes would go dark and hungry every time he saw you, but Felix’s eyes lit up and almost sparkled every time he caught your gaze.

You and Felix had been walking home from your 6-month celebration when you ran into Chan again. As soon as he came around the corner your heart was in your throat. You should have known not to take that way back to Felix’s place – it was too close to where Chan lived and you had forgotten. And it was too late, too dark, too secluded. You felt trapped, and you knew Felix couldn’t tell how off Chan seemed. You never talked about him, you didn’t see a reason to.

It happened so fast you would never have been able to give the police a proper statement. One second, Felix was making a comment about how Chan needed to leave the past in the past, and the next, he was on the ground. Neck bent at an unnatural angle, lifeless eyes boring into yours from the ground as blood dripped out of his mouth onto the cement. The sickening crack echoed in your head as you stared at him, gasping for air. Trying to think, hell even trying to breathe, felt too complicated. The light in your world had gone out again. You couldn’t do anything but stare at him and hyperventilate until eventually the world went black.

When you came to, everything felt muted. You couldn’t figure out where you were, or where you’d been. You could vaguely remember that something awful had happened, but even that was out of reach. And then you saw them — hundreds if not thousands of roses covering every inch of the floor around the bed, all varying shades of red. It looked like a sea of blood. And then you remembered. Felix.

It couldn’t be real. Felix couldn’t be gone. It was just a dream. You curl into the bed, and look around and your heart softens. He’s not gone. He’s there next to you; asleep in your bed. You know it's him from the freckles that are spread across his shoulders and the soft blond hair that’s curling at the nape of his neck. You sigh and reach out to him but you freeze when your fingers meet his skin. He’s usually so warm, like sunlight lives inside him and radiates out. But he’s ice cold. That’s when you realize he’s not snoring like he usually does. Actually… he’s not breathing at all.

You can’t get away fast enough. The faster you get away from it the easier it’ll be to convince yourself it's not real. You just need to get away from it. Because it’s not Felix, your Felix. The cold thing in the bed next to you was just a thing. You know there's something you’re missing, a piece you’ve missed. You can’t remember how you got there or where you are or who would do something so horrific to you. To Felix.

You all but throw yourself out of the bed, not caring about the roses being crushed under you. But the thorns bite into the tender flesh of your bare feet, tearing into the soles like fangs. You vaguely register the pain from your ankle shooting up your leg; you look down and see the swollen, bloody bruise, but you can't’ remember where it’s from. It’s all too much and you can’t fight the scream that tears out of you. 

And then he’s there. Chan with his dark eyes and looming, only now there’s no kindness in his gaze anymore — he looks down at you like you’re a pest he has to deal with. But then… he’s gone. It’s Felix, smiling wide and eyes crinkling at the corners as you fling yourself into his arms. He’s so warm and comforting. You barely even notice he doesn’t smell fruity and soft like he normally does.

He pulls you back into bed and into his arms, fussing over your wounds and scolding you for putting too much pressure on your injured ankle until he’s undressing you, desperate to make sure that there’s no other injuries scattered across your body. He’s more hurried and aggressive than normal, taking to nearly ripping your things off. But you can’t blame him. You need to feel him under your hands: real, alive… Still him.

You trace the lines of his face as he sinks into you, eyebrows furrowing. Something about his weight between your legs feels foreign. His presence is… broader than you remember. Felix is so slight, so thin. As fast as the feeling came, it disappeared, but you don’t dwell on it for long — you can’t with the tendrils of pleasure curling around you, threatening to drag you under. The whiplash of emotions makes you feel drunk, the world blurring and losing focus. Your head lolls to the side and for a second you think you see Felix’s unblinking eyes staring at you from the empty spot on the bed. Blood pooling under him. But you blink and it’s gone. You tear your eyes away and reach out to him, sighing when you feel his warm skin under your fingers.

You shake off what you’re sure was your lingering nightmare and refocus on him; the way his hands pin you to the mattress and skim over your skin like he’s trying to memorize you. You struggle to keep your eyes open as he pushes you further and further toward release. You haven’t felt this out of control since… You can’t remember. There was a time when this feeling was normal though, you remember that much. And the faint prickling of frustration brews in the back of your head but the sensation of Felix’s mouth sucking a bruise into your neck has all conscious thoughts falling away into nothingness.

You come undone with a scream, vision blurring, and you think you see a pair of black eyes hovering over you but when your vision clears, it’s Felix’s soft, dewy eyes staring back at you. An expression you’ve never seen on his face before. It reminds you of how someone else used to look at you. Who was it…? It doesn’t matter. Not when Felix is there, and he’s holding you so tight as he pulls you into a restful sleep.

You wake still wrapped in his arms, but you’re freezing. His arms feel like ice around you as you shiver and try to cuddle into him for warmth, but there’s something wrong. His body is too large, too muscular. His arm is tight around you like a vice, and when you look down at his skin you can’t see the constellation of freckles. Your heart is in your throat as you begin to thrash against his hold on you, but his deep voice rumbling behind you makes your heart calm. It’s him. You look again and you can see the marks splashed across his skin; you don't know how you didn’t see it before.

He helps you bandage your feet and ankle before carrying you to the kitchen and placing you on the counter. You blush and try to convince him to put some clothes on, or at least let you put some on, but he argues that there’s no one around to see so why does it matter? Plus, it’s dark out and your head is pounding; you feel like you haven’t eaten in days. You can’t remember the last time you ate, or had any water. 

Wait. You’d gotten ice cream. Felix had convinced you to go after you had dinner. He’d bought you a cup despite insisting you didn’t need it. You can’t remember finishing it though. Something had happened, and you’d dropped it. How long ago was that? What made you drop it?

You gasp and nearly drop the glass of water when you feel his shoulders wedging between your thighs and his mouth on you; the world shifts on its axis and you feel yourself slipping back into the depths. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pleasures you. Your vision swims and you watch the hair between your fingers turn black, and the features on his face blur until they resemble someone else entirely.

You kept trying to place him — the name was on the tip of your tongue and there was something about him that made you want to run. The blinding fear started to slither up your spine, but you were already drowning. The pleasure building was impossible to avoid and your tongue felt like lead in your mouth — you couldn’t do anything except moan and scream as the wave of bliss crashed over you. 

Black spots danced in your vision as you fought the panic attack and aftershocks of your orgasm. You tried to curl in on yourself, suddenly feeling too exposed by your nakedness. But his deep voice and strong hands caressing your calves settled your frayed nerves. His snickering laugh cut through you. He’d never done that before; he sounded so cruel — it made you feel small and silly. 

Once your vision cleared you saw it was him, your Felix, shaking his head at you as you shrunk in shame. His hair was the same dusty brown you remembered, his eyes the same deep brown, his skin still smooth and unblemished, and the dimples you loved so much.

You told him what you thought you saw, and admitted you couldn’t remember the last time you ate, or what day it was. He just cooed at you before saying he’d go out and get you something to eat. The thought of him leaving set you on edge; there was something not safe. Something that happened. What was it? You tried to protest, but he simply waved you off. You tried to argue but he grabbed you by the shoulders and stared into your eyes, telling you not to move or make a sound until he got back. 

With that he was walking away, leaving you there. You heard the door click shut and you tried to push yourself off the counter but your limbs wouldn’t cooperate. It was like your brain was disconnected from your body, unable to force yourself to do anything. And you were freezing again — the sharp, prickling sensation of goosebumps spreading across your body was the only thing that reminded you that you weren’t spontaneously paralyzed. Everything became overwhelming; the hard marble cutting into the backs of your thighs where they hung over the edge, your hips cramping from your poor posture, your elbows beginning to shake from bearing your weight.

You could feel the tear run down your face as you began to cry. But sound refused to come out of your throat. You try to scream but the most you can manage is a ragged gasp. Your lungs burn and you can barely see through the tears you can’t wipe away. 

And then he’s back, and you can move again, and you can’t stop wailing in his arms. You don’t know what happened but it’s like you couldn’t breathe when he was gone, and never want him to leave your side again. You can’t explain what happened; how do you tell him that you couldn’t move and couldn’t scream and could barely breathe while he was gone? 

But he soothes you and carries you back to bed, settles you against his chest and feeds you like a child as you hiccup and cry. He tells you that you must have had a panic attack while he was gone; it's the only explanation as to what happened. You’d never had one before, at least not like that. But you feel safe now, now that he’s back. His broad shoulders make you feel safe, protected in his embrace. He promises he won’t leave you like that anymore — that you never have to be scared and vulnerable when Channie is around. He’ll always keep you safe.

Your mind is swimming again as you let relief flood your nervous system. You had never felt so out of control, so disconnected from yourself. You were so grateful for him; Chan always took such good care of you. He’d always removed the thorns from your roses just to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. No one had ever done that for you before. You drifted back into unconsciousness, smiling at the sight of the bouquet on your side table. 

The next few days followed a similar pattern – you slept most of the day, waking every so often delirious and confused and alone, unable to move and overwhelmed by panic until he reappeared and calmed you down. You had concluded it was some sort of sleep paralysis, and it was worse during the day. The light streaming through the slivers of space your curtains provided were disorienting. And when he would appear, he’d snuff the remaining light and curl around you until the sun fully set beyond the horizon.

Nights became when you thrived. You felt human again shrouded in darkness — he was always by your side when you woke, curly chestnut hair falling into his dark eyes. He makes you cum until your vision blurs and then drags you up and out of bed, dressing you and pulling you out of your apartment. He supports your weight as you walk to the corner store, your ankle is healing but it needs more time. You and him collect all the items you need to make dinner before your hands begin to shake and your chest gets tight. The ice cream in the freezer reminds you of something, something bad.

He tucks you into his embrace and kisses your forehead, explaining to the kind, elderly shop attendant that you developed severe agoraphobia. He said it was due to an incident on the way home from your anniversary a few weeks ago. You try to remember what it was, but an image of a man with blond hair and freckles flashes through your mind and you nearly scream. He had done something to you, and you don’t want to remember anymore. But his name stabs through your consciousness; Felix. The name feels like acid in your brain, sending searing pain and memories of blood and violence through you like a bullet.

When you get home you ask Chan about him — you can’t remember but you’re so afraid. He tells you it’s not good for you to remember, but you push and he tells you that you were attacked when you were on the way to dinner. The sun hadn’t even set when he had attacked you. Chan had run into a shop to get you a bouquet, he’d forgotten to get you one for your anniversary. While you were waiting for him, a guy you’d dated, Felix, had been upset about you breaking it off with him and he had cornered you.

When he said it, it was like you were reliving it. The look of rage on his face, the knife, how your clothes had torn and the sharp rocks digging into your bare feet as you tried to run away. Blood on the pavement and spilled ice cream. A sickening crack and your screams bouncing off the buildings in the narrow corridor.

You couldn’t stop shaking as Chan recalled how he heard you scream from the street and ran out to find you running toward him, bloody and terrified, ankle nearly broken. That's when he tells you that the police still haven't found Felix — they think he skipped town.

The knowledge that he’s still out there sends you into a tailspin. You’re freefalling into terror and your only tether to reality is the dark brown eyes hovering over you and the hand on your face. You can’t hear his voice over the ringing in your ears, and before you finally fade you see him again. Lifeless eyes staring into yours, freckles contrast against pale, sickly skin. 

You have more night terrors. Well, day terrors. A shred of light filtering into your room is enough to cause a desperate fear to erupt inside you. Sometimes when you wake up, you think you see Felix, just staring at you from the chair in the corner. But your mind has turned him into a monster. He’s begun to rot, wasting away into something more gruesome and horrific. You don’t know what’s worse — the moments when he’s so real in your dreams, or in the moments between sleep and wake when you think you see him decaying before your eyes.

But Chan is always there to put you back together. He wipes your tears and gives you solace in his arms. He whispers in your ear and quiets you until you feel steady again, then he covers your body with his and drives your nightmares away until you’re boneless, floating in ecstasy.

Until the night he isn’t. You wake peacefully for once, but the silence echoes in your apartment. You know Chan is gone from the absolute lifelessness of your surroundings. But then you see him. Sitting in the same chair he always does in your nightmares. But this time he’s not lifeless, decaying.

He’s real, and he has a knife.

You feel lightheaded from the fear, frozen in your spot in bed. You force yourself to move, pushing yourself out of the place that’s given you safety and onto the cold hard floor. Your ankle aches in protest, but you fight through it as you stand on shaky legs, baking yourself into the wall. 

He glares at you, pushing himself out of his seat while you slide against the wall, inching toward the door. He takes one step toward you as you reach the opening, and you try to scream yourself hoarse. Sound refuses to come out of your throat; you can’t believe this is happening again. You fall to the floor in your attempt to escape him. You keep trying to ask him why he’s there, why he won’t leave you alone, but you can’t squeak out more than a gurgling gasp as you try to flee.

That's when he tells you.

At first he just wanted to have his chance to show you what you needed, who you needed. He killed your friends; all of them. He’d made sure to kill them in different ways so there would be no suspicion, staged some to look like suicides or accidents. He just wanted you back. But when you’d chosen Chan, he wanted you dead. He had planned on killing Chan as well; he had wanted you to be completely alone when he killed you, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to face you that night. 

You couldn’t breathe as he explained it. Nothing made sense, and yet it all made too much sense now. Felix had been the cause of so much of your pain, and it had all been because he was punishing you for not choosing him. And now you were going to die because of him. You hoped Chan was safe, that he’d left before Felix had come in. You also prayed he’d be okay after finding your body — he loved you so much. Finding you would kill him, at least, you hoped it wouldn’t.

You barely felt it when the knife cut into your chest. Sliding cleanly between your ribs and puncturing your lung. Instantly, you felt like you were drowning, choking and gurgling on blood as you fell back onto the hardwood. Felix’s smirking face swirled in your gaze before he disappeared, and Chan’s face replaced his. 

You tried to explain what happened, but it was too much. You couldn’t stop choking on the blood. Chan didn’t seem worried, he just stilled your frantic movements, and kissed your forehead. He whispered in your ear that he was going to save you, that you were ready now to be saved. You couldn’t understand what he meant, but it was getting harder to keep your eyes open. You felt him pull your body into his lap, and his lips on your neck, then a sharp, searing pain.

You felt as though your throat was being flayed open, muscles and veins on display but you couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move or think to force yourself to do anything. Simply blinding pain and horror. Then it felt like your blood was turned to molten lead, burning you from the inside out as it poured out of your open wounds. 

And then it stopped. Time simply ceased to exist for a moment as the pain cleared. You opened your eyes and saw him smiling down at you. He looked so happy, but he had something streaking down his chin and neck, beginning to flake off. You realized it was blood, your blood.

He told you to save your energy, your body was still recovering. You couldn’t understand, but when you tried to speak, you could only take a rattling inhale. He warned you against trying to speak again — your throat had been torn open in the struggle and it was still healing. He told you to just listen to him, to let him explain.

He told you he had saved you — Felix had broken in while he had been out getting you more roses. He had punctured your lung and when he had gotten there you were drowning in your own blood. But Chan had made it back in time to get him off you and give you something that would save you, heal you. He said it would also change you. He said he’d had the same thing happened to him, but it would be okay, because he had been alone. And you had him. And you would always have him.

He tilted your head back and sank his teeth into his wrist, ripping into the flesh until blood pooled on the surface and down the sides. You struggled against him, but he was too strong. The liquid poured into your mouth and down your throat as you thrashed.

But then you tasted it. It was a supernova of sensation and you couldn’t get enough. Every nerve-ending in your body felt as though it was being set alight. It was more intense than any orgasm you’d ever had; endless waves of euphoria washing over you as the blood danced across your palate and his fingers brushed against your skin, trailing over you gently before skimming underneath your clothes.

You’re torn between screaming from your ravishment and latching harder onto his wrist as to not stop the flow of blood pouring into you. But Chan made the choice for you, pulling his wrist away as he forces you toward the edge of your orgasm, trailing his fingers lovingly down your neck. His fingertip swirls in the healing viscera at the side of your throat, smiling as he brings the bloody appendage to his lips. He sucks the pad of his finger into his mouth and you see the lights of a billion galaxies explode behind your eyes as you come apart. 

You’re not sure how long you spend keening and shaking in his arms — it could have been minutes or hours — but he held you through it and explained the depth of his love for you. He had once promised you his eternal love and now you were going to receive it. You would never have to be without him again; your love was now preserved for all time.

You didn’t understand what he meant but you didn’t care. You were safe; Chan had saved you. Something you couldn’t describe crawled under your skin, it felt like something akin to power. There was an assurance you’d never felt before — you weren’t sure if it was Chan being there or if it was what he had done to you. Either way, you never wanted it to end.

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The next few months passed as the previous few had — sleeping through the day and waking with the last rays of light. But sleep came much easier for you now. There were no more nightmares or sleep paralysis, just endless sleep in the arms of Chan.

You figured now that Felix had been dealt with, you were safe from him in both your waking life and your dreams.

And Chan had made your transition easy. You were already accustomed to spending your nights awake and your days asleep, but now it was more serious. He’d explained how the sunlight could burn you now, but how most windows filtered enough of the UV light to where you couldn’t feel it from indoors. 

He still went out some nights just after the sunset. You hated when he was gone — it’s like you could feel him in your head whispering to you. Whispering his love, his devotion, his endless praises. You weren’t sure if it was real or some lingering hallucinations from before. It felt so wrong, so foreign; to have him in your head like that felt like a violation of something sacred, something yours. But you didn’t even know if it was real.

Then he would come home, bringing dozens of roses and you’d forget his voice echoing in your consciousness. He didn’t bother to take the thorns off anymore; he said you’d never have to worry about something as trivial as that bothering you anymore. You were stronger, he’d made you stronger. And you made him stronger too. That’s why you had to take care of each other.

That’s what he said when he pulled you into his lap and took your thorn-bitten fingers into his mouth, sucking the blood off your skin like it was honey, moaning and praising you as he did. The feeling of it was more erotic and sensual than anything you’d ever experienced. It felt like he was taking part of you and stitching it into his own being; it was the closest thing you’d ever experienced to divinity.

And then he’d dig the tip of a knife into his palm, allowing the blood to pool as you salivated, watching it slide down his wrist as he held you in place. He talked about how you needed to learn control and restraint if you ever wanted to go outside again, but you could barely hear him over the smell of his blood invading your senses.

The cloyingly sweet, sticky scent permeated your brain and rendered it useless — your entire universe was reduced to the palm of his hand and the weeping fluid coming out of it. And then he would let you go, your lips immediately latching onto the cut, slowly stitching itself back together in front of your eyes. You kept waiting for the effect to wear off, the same way that a drug is never as good as the first time and you spend the rest of your life chasing that high; but it was the same every time. It was transcendent; you had never felt more connected to another person, to the world.

You could feel his consciousness brushing against yours, your souls intertwining. It was overwhelming enough without Chan pushing himself into you, but it always made it better. You would come undone with his blood smeared across your chin, streaking down your neck and across your chest; and yours staining the recesses of his mouth, along with the dotted fingerprints your healing flesh left behind on his face and neck.

You were addicted to it, to him. You would have done anything to stay holed up in your apartment, feeding on each other, fucking, and spending the next few hours basking in the afterglow. You barely felt the shallow cuts Chan littered across your bare skin while you came down, the world muted in a hazy golden light. The only reason you knew what was happening was the lingering feeling of his thoughts folding into yours; his devotion, obsession, love. But you couldn’t blame him — you felt the same way.

It was six months before he had decided it was time you leave your apartment, claiming you needed to reacquaint yourself with the world again. He told you that you’d be moving soon — you couldn’t stay much longer; there would always be a 5 year clock ticking down once you moved somewhere new. He also said the time would pass like minutes to you now, and you believed him. 6 months had passed in the blink of an eye — you could hardly believe that you broke up with him more than a year ago.

Wait. You’d never broken up with him. He was your Chan, the love of your life. There was never a reason to break up with him. You’d broken up with Felix. That’s right. You barely remembered him anymore, now that he didn’t plague your nightmares. You were only reminded of him when Chan traced his tongue along the faint scar that sat between your ribs, the place where he would whisper his apologies as he held you in his arms.

The first time he successfully dragged you out of your apartment, you nearly had a breakdown in the lobby of your building. You weren’t used to the world anymore; too much light that made your eyes water, too many sounds that bombarded your sensitive eardrums, too many scents that burned your sinuses like acid. But the worst part was the feeling of being exposed. The feeling of being surrounded by so many people, when your world had been reduced down to you and Chan was overwhelming. But he was there, holding your hand and whispering reassurances into your ear.

Before you’d walked out of the apartment, he had warned you not to get too close to strangers. He said you might have trouble controlling yourself around them. He wasn’t clear why you’d have trouble but you agreed; you had no desire to interact with anyone but him. But with the days getting shorter, there were more and more people out and about after sunset, and you had lost Chan in the market, his hand slipping out of yours and before you knew it you were surrounded. A sea of faces all blurring together but the worst part was the smell of them. 

Rotten. Stale. Some were too sickly sweet it made you gag and some were so bitter you had to breathe through your mouth, but somehow it only made it worse. You could feel their scents decaying in your palate. You fought the urge to vomit as you pushed your way past the crowd, finally being able to take a breath after you made it to freedom. That’s where Chan found you, resting against the wall in a secluded alleyway, breathing heavily and trying to settle your churning stomach.

He was frantic when he found you; his hands shook as he held your face in his hands, inspecting your features before crushing you against his chest. He sings your praises, whispering in your ear about how impressed he was by you. You couldn’t understand what he meant, but you didn’t care. The smell of him washed over you and muted the scent of everyone else. Your nose cradled in the juncture of his neck made your mouth water. Your teeth scraped across the thin skin reveling in the faint line of blood that bloomed on the surface of his skin, shivering as it spread across your tongue. 

The sensation of having Chan in your head grew almost deafening. It was so overwhelming you couldn’t focus — and in the next moment, you were staring at the ceiling of your apartment, gasping for air, holding onto the mass of curly hair between your legs. You didn’t know how you’d gotten there; you tried to sort through your memories and remember, but it was a void. And the waves of pleasure building made it hard to focus. You decided to drop it, giving into the sensations, your eyes sliding shut in mindless bliss. But then…

Freckles, and sunshine, a bright smile and warm brown eyes, small, soft hands and tender fingers, a thin waist and small shoulders. The feeling of safety but not in the way you’d experienced in the last year. It was something more gentle and trusting — it was the knowledge he’d always support you, but never limit or hide you. The details washed over you like a tidal wave. Felix. 

Then a crack, screaming, and those same eyes, dead and unseeing staring back at you. Blood pooling underneath his open mouth.

You gasp, pulling yourself away. You couldn’t make sense of what you had imagined. Felix wasn’t soft — he’d been possessive, rough. He killed your friends and he had planned to kill Chan. He’d been the one to end the life you used to know. Wasn’t he?

You couldn’t make sense of it, and you sat up to question Chan about it. But he was staring at you from the foot of the bed, head tilted to the side and his eyes darkening. You felt a familiar chill run down your spine as you stared at him. Your chest felt tight and the feeling of being cornered washed over you. The only thing your brain could formulate was run.

You pushed the thought away; you couldn’t run. Chan was your protector. He loved you. Why would you run from him? But there was something you were missing, something you couldn’t unravel in your mind. You fought the anxiety swelling in your chest and snuffed it out, letting your body relax under his hands as you sigh and apologize. His fingertips dug into your thighs as he chuckled and let his head hang, shoulders sagging in relief as he sinks back into you, whispering in your ear about how he thought he was going to lose you.

You couldn’t shake the terror that gripped you. It wasn’t until the sun began to rise and Chan fell asleep against your chest that you allowed yourself to breathe fully. The immediate fear had subsided, and you felt your control over your mind returning.

You hadn’t felt so clear in months and you weren’t sure how you didn’t realize it until now; it was as if you’d been sleepwalking for months and now you had finally woken up. 

Everything felt different. It was like you’d gotten a massage; your body was completely relaxed. No aching muscles, no joint pain, no lingering soreness. You weren’t even tired. You felt like you could run a marathon without breaking a sweat; but the best part was the silence. It felt like you were finally alone in your brain again. No Chan brushing up against your consciousness, no having to worry about what he’s going to say or think about the microexpressions you make, no haze caused by the blood or your orgasms. It gave you time to sort through all of the questions you–no… Not you. Chan. You finally allowed yourself to consider all the questions that Chan had shoved into the recesses of your brain.

Fractured memories started filtering through your mind — the ones you thought were real, but the more you prodded at them, they began to corrode and melt away into the bitter truth that had been hidden from you.

Chan had killed Felix that night in the alleyway. He’d snapped Felix’s neck without hesitation and brought you home with his corpse and used his image to manipulate you. To make you his again. But this time you were never getting away from him. He’d made sure of that. 

You came to the horrific realization that he had stolen sunshine from your life; not only were you now doomed to spend eternity in the shadows, but he’d taken Felix from you, and then corrupted the only pieces of him you had left. Your memories.

You fought the desire to scream as you realized you were trapped in the arms of his murderer. Your murderer.

You didn’t have time to panic — you needed to plan. If you were going to run it had to be planned perfectly; Chan wasn’t just your maker, he’d also forced himself into your mind. And you knew how paranoid he could be. You spent the next few weeks carefully guarding your thoughts — making sure you didn’t flinch from his touch or shy from his affection. He had to think you were completely committed to him. And it wasn’t hard to do; when Chan was awake, you could barely remember why you wanted to leave, and your memories of Felix faded into the abyss. But when he fell asleep, Felix haunted you. You couldn’t stop yourself from pouring over every detail of your life with him, over his death, piecing together the fragmented memories. They made you sick to think about.

It was like you were living in two realities. Your nights were rose-tinted and hazy, full of lust and blood slipped between your lips and Chan’s, and your days were gray and harsh, sharp like the knife Chan had slid between your ribs. It was becoming harder to forget. And each day Chan was planning your move together even more. Once he faked your death, something he said was necessary, you knew it’d be harder to leave him. 

But every day the thought of leaving him got harder. And it was because of the blood. You were beginning to suspect you were addicted to it – you craved it desperately. There was an ache for it in your veins, in your mind, and in your soul. But even more distressing, his blood was the only thing you could stomach. 

The smell of anyone and anything else was revolting. He had brought home a blood bag after an outing one day, saying he just wanted to test a theory, and you couldn’t even stay in the same room with it after he had ripped the top off. And being in public felt like torture. Their scents burned your nose and throat, made your head throb painfully, and churned your stomach violently. You had nearly passed out in the small market due to the overwhelming nature of it. 

Chan had successfully made you entirely dependent on him. During the night, the idea of it sat in the back of your mind and sulked, but during the day, the awareness of it felt like a forest fire of rage and grief. You hated that sometimes you wished you could just ignore what he’d done and move on. But every time you tried to let it go, you remembered his eyes; dead and lifeless on the ground. Light snuffed out permanently.

But he still called to you, his blood called to you. You could nearly hear it sing under his perfect, smooth skin. It invaded your senses and made you unable to focus. His blood was the epicenter of your focus, even in the clarity of day.

The days and nights slunk by the same as usual; you woke up to Chan’s face buried in your neck and hands skimming over every inch of your naked body, he would give you his blood and make you cum until you were floating in a sea of blissful nothingness, and then while you swam in your comedown, Chan would disappear into the darkness of night after dropping a kiss to your forehead. After regaining sensation in your toes and full function of your brain, you were left to aimlessly wander around your apartment, waiting for him to return. You carefully avoided thinking of anything that would incriminate you as his time away grew steadily longer and longer until he began returning nearly at sunrise when he’d produce yet another bouquet of roses, a different color each day, and take you back to bed where he’d sink onto his knees between your legs until he passed out on your chest from exhaustion. 

Everything seemed normal until it wasn’t.

You smelled it before he had made it to your floor. Blood. So much blood. Not only his, but someone else’s. Foul and sickeningly sweet, coating your senses. It was like a blanket in your mind; you could barely hear yourself think. The effects only got worse the closer it got until you heard your front door open. It was blinding; your vision swam and you fought the urge to gag. 

Chan smiled at you as he shut the door behind him, as if he wasn't carrying a body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He explained that today was the day; you’d be leaving tonight. He dropped the body unceremoniously on the floor as you struggled to breathe. 

They were obviously dead — you could tell because of the almost stale undertone of their scent; but your brain struggled to understand why they were on your living room floor. And why Chan seemed so nonplussed about it. Then it hit you; he had killed them to fake your death. You wanted to cry — they had a life, someone who loved them, and now they were dead because of Chan, because of you. Just like Felix.

Something in you snapped. You didn’t know where you had gotten the knife from, or what you had planned to do with it, but one minute you were crying over the corpse of a stranger, and the next, Chan was pinned to the floor underneath you with a knife in his chest. He just smiled at you as he struggled. You didn’t stop to think, you just ran, grabbing the backpack Chan had packed with your essentials off the floor as you sprinted out the door into the night. 

You could still feel him in your head, but only a whisper. You did your best to block him out, gaining your bearings as you weaved through the empty alleyways toward the train station. He’d planned everything — there was an excess of cash, new passports with new names. With each step, you built a wall in your mind that Chan couldn’t climb, couldn’t crumble, couldn’t force through. You needed to be free of him, if not just for your sake, for the sake of everyone else. 

It kept you afloat for months, skipping from city to city. You fed only on blood bags when you could stomach them, which wasn’t often. And everything would be fine until you woke up with his voice whispering in your head — and the smell of his blood floating in the air. You would leave that day, scrubbing every trace of yourself from the city as you left. 

It worked well enough for a while, but the time you had in each place seemed to get shorter and shorter, and your bag got lighter and lighter. You had started using your abilities to assist you; you would go to the fanciest bar you could find and try to pick out the ones with money to spare. And then after a bit of flirting, you’d compel them to walk with you to the nearest ATM and hand you a modest amount. You never took more than they’d miss, and that alone made you feel less guilty.

You were nearly to the point of compelling your latest target; one of the youngest you’d met and undoubtedly the richest. But he was also the kindest; he almost made you wish things were different. That you were different. He was giggling at a joke you made when you smelled it. Smelled him.

He grinned at you from across the bar and you felt your world shift — the thick fog of his blood settled on your mind and your vision blurred around the edges. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until that moment. But then his focus shifted to the man next to you. The soft, kind stranger who didn’t deserve whatever Chan had planned for him.

But you knew he was careful; he would never be so rash as to expose himself in such a busy place. And you knew he’d follow you, wherever you went. So you slipped out, lingering long enough to catch his sight as you left. You could smell him trailing you as you slithered down alleyways and through crowds until you were cornered.

You hadn’t meant to get cornered — his blood was so distracting you had forgotten entirely where you were supposed to go. But it was better than letting him get a hold of your date from the bar. His voice was so loud in your head. And the blood; just being near it made your jaw ache and your throat dry.

He had you again; hands on your waist possessively as he pressed you against the wall, your head smacking into the hard cement painfully. But it was nothing compared to the feeling of his fangs tearing into your neck. 

The walls in your mind fell around you; he had forced his way back in as your body grew limp. His voice echoed and trembled as he poured his rage and anxiety into your mind, so loud you couldn’t hear yourself at all. He was so upset at you for leaving him, and jealous you’d turned to anyone but him for help, but most of all he was relieved to have you back in his arms. 

You almost felt bad, but slipping the needle into his neck was so easy he barely felt it. Not until the effects started to take hold. Pretty soon, he was on the ground, staring up at you with a look of hurt. True, genuine hurt. He hadn’t even looked so upset when you had stabbed him all those months ago.

You told him not to worry; you’d never get rid of him. He merely needed some time to adapt to your new life together.

It’s where you find yourselves now; Chan pleading for you to free him, to let him take care of you how he did before. He hates the red neon lights that illuminate his room after the sun sets, after you leave. It reminds him of your blood. He craves it desperately, and you keep him ever so desperate. He has enough to stay alive, to stay sane. But not enough to fend off the weakness that’s settled into his bones. 

You remind him that he has to earn your trust after everything he’s done, but thankfully he has an eternity to prove himself to you. Because as addicted to you he may be, you’re equally dependent on him. His blood still sings to you in a way not even Changbin’s, your new lover, does. And you know you’ll never change him, even though it could be the replacement you desperately crave. Changbin doesn’t deserve the suffering though.

But you and Chan do — so much death, just because of the two of you. It’s why you know you might never release him from the chains. Why he’ll never be truly free again. You won’t be either. He would kill any and everyone if it meant he could keep you to himself. And despite yourself, you still love him, in a way. The thought of being tied to him for all eternity brings you comfort. And you know he knows it. He’s still in your mind, even if it’s just a whisper. And you’re in his.

It’s why you keep him how you do. You can hear the ugly, possessive, murderous thoughts that run through his head when you leave. You hold out hope as you clean his blood off your mouth that he’ll learn some control, in time. And thankfully you have an abundance of it, but you won’t waste any more of it on him tonight. He’ll see you again before sunrise, when you return from your night with Changbin. 

At least when you’re away you can pretend to be normal. Pretend your ex-boyfriend slash lover slash maker isn’t locked in a room in your apartment that could withstand a nuclear fallout. Pretend you weren’t a murderer. Pretend you weren’t still maybe in love with a murderer. The one person who’s caused you more than a lifetime of pain.

And Chan will complain about how you reek of him, sex, and alcohol. And you’ll soothe him with your thorn bitten finger tips pressed to his tongue as you sink onto his cock, making sure he drifts into bliss as the first rays of light break across the horizon and you both fall into an easy sleep with the knowledge you both are getting what you really want.

Chan has you. And you have Chan…

Right where you want him.

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Comes animae - Where it all begins

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con,

Warnings chapter: Stalking

Small summary and info: Y/N and their best friend Sydney (yes, fun fact I’ll be your best friend in this story, cause why not, while I will be preferred as she, you dear reader will address by they/them) had moved to Korea for their last year in college to study abroad. Y/N got an internship at a high school as an art teacher, but because their income is pretty low they got a kind of second job at a bar. There is a massive vampire clan in South Korea, which many citizens weren’t aware of, they had a lot of branches, such as stray kids, BTS, and got7. While their food source was mainly animals, sometimes humans fell victim too.

Next

It was around 11 O’Clock when I heard my roommate yell for me. “Y/N! I want to go out, can’t sleep.” I rolled my eyes and heard her yell that, so I paused the movie I was watching and got up to walk to her room. “Well, you did interrupt me now, so where do you want to go?” I saw Sydney smirk while getting out of her bed. “I’m not sure maybe that café a couple of blocks away it’s always open past midnight.” I smiled at her while nodding. “Let’s get ready then, give me 5 minutes.” So I walked back to my room to change some jeans and a sweater. While walking to the front door, I grabbed my bag, and at the same time, she walked towards me with a smile. “Let’s go if you are ready.”

“Ah, sadly there weren’t any cute guys,” I said smiling while opening the door to the café. Sydney snickers, “Imagine if one of those older men asks us to eat ramen at their house.” she then shivers at the thought, making me laugh. “Yeah that would have been terrible, I guess leaving them unsatisfied would also be kind of fun.” We both sat down and ordered a drink. After a while and at least five drinks we decided to go home. Sydney took out the last sip of her drink before standing up to pay, as it was her idea in the first place. “I swear if we don’t find our apartment back it's because of our stupid asses. God, we’re so doomed.” She cried out, making me laugh. “Sweety, I know the way, no worries. I easily remember routes.” I mumbled as we started to walk away. The eerie silence was giving me an awful feeling. “Uh, I got a bad feeling about this,” I mumbled looking at Sydney—a moment after I said that I felt myself getting pulled into an ally. Sydney screamed immediately to let us go but to no avail. It was clear that these men were intoxicated. We tried to figure out what they wanted, making out something about money and such.” I tried to come to my senses and kicked the man and tried to get my keys so I would have a weapon.

Chan was roaming around the city with one of his fellow vampires Jungkook. They were on a building roof when Jungkook looked at Chan. “Did you hear the scream?” Chan tilts his head upwards, hearing the noise too. “Bet it’s that alleyway near that café. But let’s take a look.” Jungkook followed Chan and stopped when they saw a group of drunk older men surrounding two younger people, who were clearly in distress. “Let’s help them. Those men have been a problem for a while now, also I’m very thirsty.” Chan snickers at the sight as he doesn’t see it often and cracks his neck and knuckles. “Let’s handle this fast and steady.” He licks his lips in anticipation and runs at an inhuman speed at the group, pushing one of them harshly against the wall, so hard that a loud crack is heard. 

One of the two fell, because of the speed Chan used to get those men away from them. The other girl quickly ran to her friend to pick them up and ran away in fear. So Jungkook and Chan quickly worked out of it, draining them and then quickly following the two to ensure they were safe. They followed and managed to sit somewhere close, where they could watch into the apartment. “They are not from around here, but they smell very delicious.” Their eyes were glowing red, Chan rubbed the remaining blood from his lips and nodded at Jungkook's statement. “Well maybe for another time, Just to make it clear that one who just walked away, they are mine.” Looking through the window it was clear that one of them walked into a room while the other walked into their bedroom. “Yeah, the one in the bedroom right now I wanted her anyway.” Jungkook agrees and they both decide to get back to their place. 

Me and Sydney ran home, not looking back. Once safely home, we decided not to talk and go do our things. Sydney walked into her bedroom and plopped on the bed, clearly falling asleep. I on the other hand still felt freaked out and disgusted. So I decided to take a shower first before putting on some baggy clothes and sat on the couch to watch something to take my mind off after getting harassed. But the alcohol mixing with the tiring events made my eyes close and soon into a slumber on the couch.

Walking up the next morning, my head was killing me. I got up from the couch and into the bathroom to look for some painkillers. When I walked out I noticed Sydney on the couch watching the news.

“Last night there was a new attack, a few men were found dead. What they were doing and how they died is still a mystery, but it seems to be linked to the other people who were found dead by a mysterious animal, that has been pestering our town.”

So last night wasn’t just a weird dream, that happened. “Hey Y/N… that was the ally right, that we were in last night… and those men… they attacked us… right?” I finally looked at Sydney after staring at the TV for a while. “I believe so. But I swear I just kicked one guy. But I do believe there was something else there.” She nods, “Well of course that wasn’t us! Those men had been drained of their blood! I do not know if I should be glad or frightened. That could have been us you know.” Now I looked better at Sydney’s frame, she was shaken, her make-up was smudged, and still in the outfit of last night. “Well we should be happy they didn’t, by the way, go take a shower it could help you know… and wel also you look like shit.” I grin, trying to lighten the mood, while I do agree with her that it was scary what happened. I am also very glad to had a few drinks so I don’t remember everything. “Hey Sydney, let’s avoid alleyways from now on.” She smiled and nodded while getting up. “Yeah, and let’s not tell anyone, my mom would manage to get someone to kidnap me and put me on a flight straight home.” Sydney cried out while walking to the bathroom. I laughed before sitting down on the couch again, grabbing my laptop, to go and get some work done for tomorrow, teaching does come with a fair share of what you could call homework. 

Sydney soon walked back in and put a bowl of cereal in front of me. “You have work tomorrow too?” “Yeah, First two hours teaching, then one online class, and after that well go to my other job, so you will probably not see me tomorrow, and you?” Sydney nods in acknowledgment. “Yeah, but I only have work, just looking at flowers all day. But next week there is an excavation again outside of town. By the way, I’ll do the groceries tomorrow so don’t worry about that. Now on that topic, do you need anything?” I rolled my eyes at her. “Of course, some ramen oh, and please ice cream. I probably need it after such a long day. and if you do you will be the best roommate I ever had!” Sydney nodded and wrote it down. “Yeah yeah, but that’s also because I’m the only roommate you ever had…” We bickered a bit further before deciding to put on a drama in the background while we were doing our things.

Jungkook grabs Chan’s arm and drags him into the nearest room. “I can still smell their blood, it’s driving me crazy!” Chan sighed, “Glad to hear I’m not the only one. Those men from yesterday did not satisfy my hunger.” He then leans against the wall and scratches one of his fangs in annoyance. “I just want a little taste,” he mumbles to himself. Jungkook looks at Chan, eyes glowing red. “We do know where they live, let's just check on them. Stalk them, before taking them.” Chan nods at him with a smirk. “I’ll go take a stroll around the block.” Then Chan pushes himself away from the wall and out of the room, heading for the apartment complex. Once arriving he noticed how busy we were with our things before noticing an open window. So he took this chance and snook in. Chan raises an eyebrow once he notices he is in a bedroom. His eyes glow and his heartbeat rises when the smell only grows stronger. With soundless steps, he walks out of the door of the bedroom and finds himself in the living room. ‘There she is’ His fangs clearly show and he steps a bit closer. ‘Just one taste’ He whispered to himself, the smell now intoxicating him.

I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep on the couch. I then heard a creak from the floor and I turned my head towards the sound and saw nothing. “Sydney?” I kicked the blanket away and decided to investigate since I didn’t get a reply. “Syd? Come on this is not funny.” I walked to the kitchen and then towards her bedroom and saw her working so I closed the door again. “I should stop both drinking and watching horror movies, 'cause it’s now really messing with my head,” I mumbled to myself and stopped in front of my bedroom door but I was distracted when I saw myself in the mirror. “Oh I look terrible, but it’s nothing makeup can’t fix.” Then I walked into the bedroom and smiled at the painting I was making, inspired by some weird dream I had a few nights back. “Ah, just a few more hours, and then the painting will be done.”

Chan noticed the heartbeat changing and quickly moved so he could hide. Once the person walked into the bedroom he tried to slow his heartbeat and peaks from under the bed and noticed the painting, which confused him as it looked like them. He stared at the painting for a while before noticing that the person had left the room, so Chan took the opportunity to crawl from under the bed. He looks around the room once again and then towards the painting. “I’ll make you mine. My obedient doll.” He then quickly jumps out of the window and back to his own home. “I’m back.” Jungkook was gaming with Yugyeom while Bambam walked passed him. “Dude you reak of human.” He laughs before sitting down to see the other two gaming. Chan then quickly made up an excuse. “Well, sometimes I crave blood from them. They taste sweeter than animals.” He tilts his head and rolls up his sleeves. “Hey, I ain’t meaning anything with that comment. Anyway, I hope you had a nice breakfast, also some very good news both JB and RM have gotten jobs at the hospital, so blood packs will come in very soon.” Chan rolled his eyes, why get blood bags when they can just grab any human or animal? “I don’t know if I should be glad.” Bambam looks at Chan confused. “You okay?” Chan nervously points at himself. “Me?” and his head goes all directions before his eyes land on Jungkook. “What about Kook?” He pointed at him, trying to get the focus away from his behavior. “Well, not that I’ve noticed, except for like ignoring questions about last night, like you do now. So can you tell us or should we get either JB or RM to force it out of you? I’m sure they will be curious about your odd behavior.”

I heard the door to Sydney’s room open so I walked back out of my room into the living room. “Done with studying for today.” She nodded and sat on the couch, while I walked into the kitchen. “Those dirty freaks from yesterday made me feel nasty.” Sydney scrunched up her nose and watched as I started making dinner. “Well to be fair, I don’t remember anything.” I wanted to grab something from the top shelve but suddenly felt a pain in my ankle. “Fuck.” I quickly moved to the floor to sit so I could check my ankle. “Oh, Sydney! Don’t worry, just a forgotten sprained ankle!” This made her giggle and she came over to me with a first aid kit. “Hey I had this happen before, no need for that, I can deal with that myself.”I laughed. “Okay fine, at least let's give you a bandage then, and also if it gets worse we get to the doctor okay.” I nodded at Sydney's words, knowing very well I won’t. I bandaged my ankle before slowly getting up and continuing with cooking. Sydney sat down near the counter with a smile. “You know, I had this strange feeling earlier, I had fallen asleep, but then just got the feeling I was being watched, what also didn’t help was that the floor creaked and I noticed my bedroom door moving. I was questioning my sanity.” Sydney laughs. “Well, maybe we’re haunted. I do believe in ghosts you know.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah yeah, you also do know I believe in them so don’t say those things, it freaks me out. but now that you are sitting here and the food is up on the stove, I’m going for a quick shower. “Please you, you smell. I’ll watch dinner don’t worry.” Sydney said while sticking her tongue out. I did that back before walking towards the bathroom.

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[daceydeath]

Light in the Dark Part 5

Paring: Vampire Chan x Female Reader Word Count: 8.6k Genre: Romance, Supernatural Fantasy AU, Fluff, Angst Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes, mentions of blood and violence, death

A new day brings with in new problems but also more comfort than you had expected. But you can't just carry on as if nothing happened and what does being a mate actually mean.

Morning light filtered through the soft sheer curtain rousing you from your sleep. You felt terrible, eyes swollen from tears and voice hoarse from crying and explaining again and again to your mother, then your father and finally to Mimi who had sworn up and down that she would march into your house and drag your grandmother to hell if she had to, to make her apologize to you and that she would come around in the morning to help you figure out what you would do next.

You stretched slowly untangling yourself from the soft monochrome bedding and sat up taking in the room again, you knew it was Chan's room it just felt like him, but if you had slept there you wondered where he had slept. You quickly stepped into the bathroom noticing a small pile of clean towels and clothes sitting neatly folded on the counter that you assumed were meant for you. Smiling faintly you started to get ready for the day hoping it would be better than the night before.

After completing a somewhat normal routine you dressed yourself in a soft black shirt and sweatpants that were only slightly too long before pulling a a very large black hoodie that smelt strongly of Chan, the scent helped you to relax slightly as you went back to the bed and sat looking at the messages that your parents had sent to you overnight telling you they would leave as soon as they had secured the last few tomes that they had been haggling with a local Witch over and then they would be straight home to sort out the mess that had happened between you and Morrigan.

Chan was already in the kitchen with Minho cooking breakfast for you and the others when Han wandered in smiling to himself causing the two of them to watch him suspiciously.

"She's not feeling raw pain this morning, shes feeling hopeful" Han grinned sitting himself down as Minho sent a mug towards him. Chan nodded slowly, relief sweeping over him, as he smiled fondly at the Pixie who now seemed quite pleased with himself. He had spent the whole night thinking about what to do about your living situation and how you would feel about each suggestion he had come up with. His musing was cut short though by a knocking at the front door.

"I'll get it" Felix called making his way towards the front door.

"Not on your own you're not" Changbin almost growled. After returning home the night before the other three guys had been appalled by the potential danger the others had just walked into while trying to protect you, even though Chan had assured them nothing would happen and Seungmin explaining how protective you had been over them even though you were the only human and at least several hundred years younger than any of them.

Felix paused waiting for Changbin to join him before he opened the door to find another human girl standing there looking anxious but also incredibly angry.

"Can I help you?" Felix chirped subtly trying to calm her.

"I'm Mimi" she stated simply "Where is she?" stepping forward to enter the house which Felix instantly allowed offering to take her coat for her. Her eyes darting to the other body in the hallway realizing it to be Changbin she held back her snarl.

"She hasn't come down yet" Changbin answered quickly "I think she's showering come down to the kitchen the others will be down soon" he gestured for her to follow Felix. Mimi almost glared at him but she really didn't have the energy to waste on him she was too focused on you to care that Changbin hadn't treated her that well since she had last been set foot in the house.

Several sets of eyes turned to watch as Felix led the unknown woman into the kitchen offering her coffee and something to eat as he tried to keep everyone happy and civil. Han's eyes widened and Hyunjin covered his chuckle with a cough as the woman who they had used to get information on you entered their kitchen looking determined and annoyed.

"Which one of you is Chan?" She asked crossing her arms and standing at the end of the table scanning over the four men that were not Changbin with a hardened look.

"I'm Chan" he smiled genuinely stepping towards Mimi to take he hand to shake.

"Hmm....." she looked Chan over before taking his hand then dropping it swiftly "You better have been good to her, I don't care if you're an Oddinary I will tear you to pieces if you've hurt her" She finished sharply eyes narrowing.

"Would you stop threatening everyone Mimi" You sighed walking into the kitchen with Jeongin and Seungmin in tow, you had found them on the second floor landing and they had directed you to the kitchen. Mimi smiled brightly at you opening her arms as you buried yourself in her hug.

"I didn't threaten everyone" She started to defend herself as she tightly squeezed you.

"I know but you would have if I hadn't walked in" you mumbled into her shoulder "I know what you are like"

"Yeah well, you would threaten everyone too if your best friend rang you in the middle of the night crying so hard she could barely speak and telling you not to worry that you are staying at some random dude's house because your grandmother was a mega bitch" Mimi ranted softly stroking your hair and holding you tight.

"Have you met Chan? He isn't a random dude he's Chan and you have met Changbin before" you murmured as Mimi pulled you away from her and held you at arms length to inspect you.

"Yeah, yeah don't be a smartarse. You said he's your mate which I'm sure means something desperately important but still I worry ok?" She seemed to be looking you over for some sort of mark that would appear on you somewhere. Grabbing your wrists she turned them over to inspect them "I thought you would be bruised black and blue from her dragging you?"

"I don't want to talk about Morrigan and Minho is a Warlock healing magic will prevent bruises" you explained softly causing Mimi to nod silently at you "and I know what your looking for I don't have any bite marks" your voice remained neutral but still caused some of the boys to snort with how casually you called your friend out.

"I didn't say a fucking thing did I? Oath, you suddenly became some kind of bad bitch overnight? now sit, sweetheart you need to eat you look awful" she pulled you to sit in an empty seat away from Changbin and towards Jeongin

"Thanks, I love you too" you rolled your eyes plopping into the empty seat.

"Would you like something to eat as well Miss Mimi?" Jeongin asked politely his eyes were friendly and voice sweet. "It is early have you had breakfast?"

"That would be lovely if there is enough if not just some coffee would be nice"

"Coffee coming right up and breakfast will not be long" Minho smiled still wary of the newcomer that seemed easy to anger.

"Thank you for you know" You whispered to Mimi.

"I will hold my tongue for you today only, since you are my best friend and I would do anything for you" Mimi whispered back bumping her shoulder on yours.

You knew that at least some of them knew she had been there before and that she had been a guest of Changbin but the fact that she would put her own feelings aside for you went a long way with the others and as your eyes flicked to Changbin made him visibly relax. You could feel Chan's eyes on you as Minho floated the plates of food over to the table for everyone to start eating.

"So what are you going to do?" Mimi asked after half a cup of coffee watching you slowly eat the toast on your plate.

"I have no idea, I didn't exactly plan to become disowned overnight" you replied dryly tears forming in your eyes again. Standing quickly and yanking you up, Mimi pulled you into her arms again shushing you softly and stroking your hair.

"You can always stay here" Jeongin squeaked "It would be fun to have you here with us"

"Thank you but I can't impose like that on any of you, you have been too kind to me already" you sniffed smiling as best you could at him.

"But Chan is your mate, so we're family to you now, it's not imposing because you will end up here all the time anyway" Han added knowing that both you and Chan were going to struggle the longer you spent apart in this new phase of emotional upheaval.

"Hey back off!" Mimi scolded protectively "she's struggling enough right now.'

"Mimi, it's alright, Han is a Pixie he can feel exactly what I'm feeling. He is only wanting to help me out of a stupidly complicated situation" You soothed once again surprising them all by putting yourself between a potential threat and them.

"Sorry" Mimi mumbled side eyeing them all.

"Besides it is only for a week my parents are home after that they have started the trip home after I called them. I can hopefully go home after that "

"Do you want me to go to your house and get some of your stuff to start with? You don't need to make any decisions right now it is still early in the day" Mimi offered gently feeling you begin to calm again "You definitely need cuter outfits than this if you are going to be staying with me, or even here for that matter. Whose clothes are these anyway?"

"Hoodie is Chan's" you smiled softly I don't know where the shirt or pants came from though" Mimi rolled her eyes so hard she was almost looking at the back of her head.

"I swear I have never been this nauseating over a hot guy before" she teased faking the need to be sick.

"Don't make me remind you about the conversation we had after you showed up to my work early one Saturday morning in the not too distant past in the clothes from the night before" You replied sardonically making Mimi blush faintly and the guys to all chuckle.

Mimi left after an hour and drove herself to your house to get you some clothes and belongings that you would need, assuring you that she would call you if she needed any help and that she didn't think she would be in any danger because like you she was human.

You watched her drive away from the safety of the front window after she insisted you not leave the house until everyone was sure that it was safe for you. Even if that meant she would stay at Chan's home with you she didn't trust Morrigan in the slightest.

"I'm sorry for causing chaos in your lives" you sighed turning back to Chan and the others in the room.

"Don't worry about it we are creatures of chaos after all so what is a little bit more" Hyunjin shrugged picking up the book he had left the other night and leaving again. You watched his figure disappear into the hallway before turning back to Chan who looked like he was trying to do his best to not hover over you.

"Am I allowed to ask for a hug?" You whispered causing him to grin as he was across the room placing his arms around you almost faster than you could blink.

"You can ask for anything in the world" he mumbled softly into your hair squeezing you lightly as you yawned softly in his warm embrace.

Hours later you leisurely awoke feeling almost happy, the sadness that had been aching in your chest since the night before had been lifted, unsure of why you shifted softly hearing an almost silent groan at your movements. Opening your eyes you realized you were still in the parlor, and more so still in Chan's arms the second time in two days you had awoken in this position.

"I'm sorry" You squeaked hurriedly attempting to push yourself out of his arms.

"No don't move" Felix whisper shouted at you as you whipped your head to the side to see him sitting calmly in one of the arm chairs across from you, Minho standing at the bookcase behind him and Han staring at you with wide eyes.

"Huh?" you hummed quirking your eyebrow questioningly

"Chan's asleep, he never sleeps, like seriously never so this is amazing" Han blinked owlishly at you his joy and surprise evident on his sweet face.

"We took loads of pictures" Jeongin called quietly from the hall specifically for the purpose of you hearing him clearly.

"Oh great" you muttered softly fishing your phone from the front pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. You checked your messages to see that there was nothing from either your parents or Mimi but there were several messages from the stores customers regarding your sudden closure. Humming softly you began typing replies eluding to a family crisis but that you would be open come Monday and you were sorry for their inconvenience.

You played on your phone silently letting Chan rest for another hour until Mimi returned to the house lugging rolling suitcases and boxes of your stuff Changbin and Seungmin were quick to help take everything inside and begin carting it up the stairs to Chan's room. Chan had awoken instantly at the sound of Mimi's voice at the front door, his arms tightening protectively around you.

"Hi there" you whispered to him stroking his long fingers to reassure him.

"How long was I out?" he asked soothingly

"Since Mimi left I think but I'm not sure I woke up a while ago but I didn't want to wake you, they said you don't sleep" you continued stroking his hand as you explained. He carefully lifted you off of his lap and stood behind you to lead you to the kitchen to make you something to eat because it was surely time to feed you again.

"Strictly speaking Vampires don't need sleep it's not anything functional to us like it is humans but we can sleep if we want to I just never really want to"

"Is it a boredom thing then?" You asked as he continued moving you towards the kitchen his hands resting on you hips.

"I don't think so. I just never feel relaxed enough I guess. Some Vampires will sleep for a century if they feel like it I just don't" Chan shrugged behind you as he let go of you to go into the kitchen to make something.

"You know I can fend for myself Chan" you chuckled watching him pause at the cupboard figuring out what to make.

"He knows" smirked Hyunjin and he and Felix entered the kitchen carrying bags of food followed by Mimi "But he needs to help at all times or he might die" Chan rolled his eyes and you tried not to grin as you watched Mimi put two large boxes down on the table.

"Is that my grandmothers herb store?" You blurted out as she opened the top box.

"Yes it is because fuck her" Mimi smiled "You said that one of them is a Warlock I though he could use it and like I said fuck her" she was gesturing around the room and towards the ceiling to include the others.

"Minho he is the Warlock" You automatically replied frowning slightly at the boxes.

"Yeah I thought Minho could use them" she chirped pleased with herself "Also I took all the food out of your house which is what that all is" she waved her hand towards the bags of food the Felix was currently putting away in their pantry.

"Hold up this is stolen food" Felix yelped almost dropping a tin of biscuits.

"Not stolen per say" Mimi smiled sweetly causing you to sigh softly as her pettiness.

You spent the rest of the day learning more about the others and trying to figure out what you would do, in all honestly you weren't sure if you wanted to stay with Mimi her life was so different to yours from day to day. On the other hand you didn't want to overstay your welcome with the guys, even though they swore up and down that you were not and that they were all very happy to have you there. Leaving Chan was also an interesting and weird set of emotions for you, since the realization of the bond that you shared you had not actually been away from for any real sense of time, but you also were beginning to dread it in case it was unbearable or painful, although you knew that you had to have a normal life and go back to work and eventually your home. Thought continued to swirl in you and albeit not panicked you were, to everyone else, obviously confused and unsure. Watching you Mimi grasped that maybe for the short term at least you should stay with the boys she said her goodbyes and left you with them telling you to behave and keep safe.

"I have to go back to work tomorrow" you announced into the quietness of the house already coming to understand that they could all hear virtually any voices from anywhere in the house as long as they were not closed away in their respective bedrooms.

"Is that safe?" Changbin called back softly making his way to Chan's library where you were currently sitting with Felix and Chan. You giggled softly hearing his concerned voice floating through the open door.

"Should it be dangerous?" you asked cheekily

"He's got a point" Seungmin grinned following Changbin and Jeongin into the room. You frowned lightly getting their meaning but not wanting to admit that they viewed your grandmother as such a threat, she may have hurt you but you still loved her and deep down you believed she would never really hurt you.

"She would never actually hurt me" you continued to frown as they looked at each other trying to figure out a silent plan.

"She might though, she already did hurt you" Jeongin hushed softly "we just want you to be safe" Your eyes darted to the cute little demon he eyes wide hoping you would understand him.

"I know Innie, but she only hurt me with her words" you sighed looking down at your hands "She would never physically harm me"

"Minho had to heal your wrist remember" Seungmin muttered still angry about Morrigan's hatefulness towards him and his brothers that then included you when you tried to defend them. You watched his warm eyes turned cold as he seemed to be remembering something so without thinking you reached your hand out to him.

"I know Seungminnie, but you were there so it was only minor there was no real damage" you comforted him as he took your smaller hand in his and you began rubbing your thumb over his knuckles "I know you kept me safe and I'm still so sorry she was awful to you, none of you deserve that kind of treatment"

Chan could not mask the joy on his face as he watched you comfort his two youngest brothers. You had been in their lives for only the blink of an eye but you were already treating them with more kindness that some of them had received from humans in a decade.

"How is it that you are so nice?" Chagbin questioned watching you the same way Chan was "You were obviously in that house with someone who hates us but your kind, how?"

"Because hating someone for something they cannot control is wrong" you answered honestly and easily cocking you head at him "My grandmother never hated all Oddinaries just the ones she deemed evil, like if I had met Felix or Han and they came to my home she would have liked them same would go for Minho, she was just selective with her hate"

Changbin huffed out a small laugh as you blinked at him, he could see now what was so appealing to Chan about you, before the fact you were his mate came to light, you were honest, kind and pretty bold to just decide right and wrong so easily even though it would cause you.

"Am I going to have a babysitter at work then" your eyes sparkled mischievously as you looked to Chan raising an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure you will be the death of me" Chan smirked watching you grin lopsidedly again letting go of Seungmin's hand now that his eyes were no longer dark with anger.

The days passed with out incident, one of the guys would accompany you to work and stay with you all day then make sure you got back to the townhouse safely, Mimi would arrive for dinner after work every night to check in with you and you got updates from your parents that they would be home by the weekend and that it would all be worked out. Staying with Chan had been an easy decision to make after everyone agreed that it would be safer for you to stay in a house full of Oddinaries rather than with Mimi since Chan would just watch her house instead of being at own anyway. You were beginning to see how stubborn a creature he could be but also how protective he was becoming of everyone that you were close to which further endeared him to you. Eventually though you sought out Minho to discuss what exactly was going to be expected of you as a mate since the longer you had to think about it the longer you realized that living in such a highly emotional state for the past week was not the best way to make any sort of long term decisions. You had also begun to realize that anytime you thought of Chan too deeply or began thinking about how much he was beginning to mean to you a sudden almost overpowering sense of dread would hit you like a blow to the chest, it was all incredibly strange. Knocking softly on Minho's study door you waited for him to allow you entry before presuming he would be able or willing to help.

"It's open" he called softly which you assumed was for your hearing benefit

"Can I talk to you for a little while? alone?" You asked equally softly so as to not panic anyone else in the house.

"Of course, if you shut the door it will be sound proof so no one will hear" Minho seemed to be watching you carefully as you shut the door behind you and walked to the armchair that sat by his desk.

"I wanted to know more about being a 'mate' to Chan like what it actually means and entails" You continued timidly hoping he wouldn't turn you away, the idea of having to have this conversation with Chan was embarrassing to say the least.

"Alright and you thought I could help better than Chan?" He probed gently not grasping your embarrassment.

"You are objective and it's less humiliating to talk to someone objective also you seem to know more about everything" you rationalized watching the reason click in his eyes as he nodded trying to hide his chuckle.

"Well I do know a lot that is true" he started smirking at you "mate parings are not something to take lightly, it can be detrimental to the health of either party to reject the other party which is why we were all so relieved that you seemed to embrace the idea so quickly, but I'm sensing now that perhaps you haven't fully taken to it" he eyes were still warm despite the slight strictness of his tone.

"I don't know to begin with I knew it was true but now I feel like I've been kicked in the chest when I think about it, and yes Chan has made me feel safe and he has been so kind and gentle to me but, everything is new and strange and I feel like this is more of a serious situation than someone who just went through emotional hell should be worrying about" you started to fidget not wanting to seem ungrateful or upset Minho but it was weighing on you and you needed some answers about it. You could feel his eyes still on you as you looked looked out of his window and not at him directly.

"You are right it is a lot in a short time" his voice softer than before and his eyes sad as you quickly made eye contact with him before returning your eyes to the window. "The process of being a mate is probably most basically explained as the same as falling in love I guess, you would meet then get to know each other and at some point become a couple probably marry and then spend your lives together. The only difference the a mating has is that Chan will eventually mark you in a way that shows other Oddinaries that you are his and you are not too be pursued, mates are also stronger together than they are apart your blood will make that doubly potent in Chan's case."

"So I am expected to be his wife?" Your eyes widened as you took in the information anxiety and dread starting to fill you instantly.

"No, nothing is expected of you" Minho reassured rapidly putting his hand on your knee to settle your nerves slightly "That is the basic pattern of a mate but it doesn't have to be that way, yes most mates are in a relationship that is like a marriage but no one, especially Chan, would ever force that on you" You could here his voice but it was muffled by the blood rushing to your ears as you got to the conclusion that all of this should have been obvious to you from the start. A loud bang hit the door followed by Minho cursing and letting Chan, Felix and Han into the room but you couldn't really comprehend it since you were too lost in your own head.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chan snarled at Minho watching in horror as a single tear ran down your face and dropped onto your shirt "Why is she crying?"

"She had some questions that she thought I could answer and I did but it's not gone well" Minho rushed his explanation as he rubbed his temples "I should have just given her a book to read about it then she might not have overloaded her mind"

"I'm fine" you croaked blinking the remaining tears from your eyes and wiping your face with the back of your hand. "Minho thank you" you smiled weakly walking out of the room before Chan or the others could touch you, wanting to sort the emotions out on your own you walked down the stairs and without thinking you grabbed your bag and walked straight out onto the front steps where you stood to collect your thoughts.

"It isn't just me is it Lix, her emotions are being influenced" Han asked looking to the Fae for confirmation.

"No Hannie it isn't you something, but more likely someone, is messing with her head" Felix almost growled following you down the stairs

"Morrigan" Minho spat several steps behind Felix and Chan

"Fucking hell how do we fix that" Han called stopping at Hyunjin's door to get him to help with whatever or whoever was causing you problems.

You could hear the commotion in the house behind you as you left, some raised voices, slamming doors and curses that you couldn't fully hear. It was causing you to feel suffocated so without giving your brain a chance to catch up you ran. Three blocks later you began to think that perhaps you needed to start going to the gym because your endurance was terrible so you slowed to a walk going down streets you didn't know yet past houses that were familiar but pretty to look at you found yourself naturally walking in the direction of your home. This must have been the way you walked with Chan when he walked you home before it all went wrong, it felt like it was a lifetime ago but at the same time as it was only yesterday. You knew that it was unlikely that you would get the whole way home without one of the others interceding, but something inside you was making you want to try.

You could feel Chan behind you not too close but watching as you made your way down the streets and you were sure he wasn't alone, but no one made any attempt to approach you directly even when eventually stood outside your own front door staring at it like it was both the loveliest sight you had seen and the most horrifying. Breathing in deeply you placed your hand on the door knob, keys in your fingers as you prepared to let yourself in like you had a million times before but this time unsure if you should.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chan's voice passed over you like warm honey as he finally approached you.

"Yes but also no" you sighed turning your head to see him leaning on the railing of your front steps watching you carefully "I'm not sure where to start and I don't want to hurt anyone"

"You won't hurt me by talking about how you feel" he chimed in head tilting to the side.

"I don't know what I feel, not really, the same as I don't know you" you tried to keep your face from showing the extent of your lack in confidence showing through even though you knew he could see it "I don't know what you want from me, how you feel about me, what I should feel about you. It's a lot on top of everything else I don't know what to do, I'm sorry I'm just scared" tears were in your lashes again and you cursed the fact that you seemed to spend almost as much time crying as you did being conscience these days.

"You don't have to feel anything specific, we can be friends and if you decide you want something else we can be that too" Chan sighed this time not looking sad but looking slightly forlorn at the sudden awareness that he may have taken advantage of your fragile state "I would like a chance to get to know you if that is ok with you, like the others have" the last words looked as though they left a bitter taste in his mouth and you once again felt guilty.

"What if you don't like me?" you whispered almost inaudibly knowing full well he would hear it clear as day.

"How could I not when you spend so much time caring about my brothers, putting yourself in potential danger to protect them, it shows you are very much someone I would like to know and that doesn't happen often" The sweet honesty in his voice making you feel instantly more comfortable about your thoughts. "I would never push you for anything more than you are comfortable with but I would love the chance to prove that I could be a good friend to you" listening carefully to his words you knew you owed him at least that much for all he and his family had done for you but you needed to do something for yourself first.

"I would very much like to know you better Chan, but first there is something I need to do and I think it would be best I do it alone" Your eyes met his holding his gaze until he nodded understanding what you needed to do.

"I'll wait here in case you need me then" he smiled easily but you could see that it didn't reach his eyes. You also couldn't see that on the rooftop two houses up from you sat Minho, Seungmin and Felix, or that standing half a block down from you was Hyunjin and Jeongin all waiting on Chan's signal of what to do next.

You turned back to the door unlocking it easily and stepping inside noticing how dark it was compared to normal, all the curtains and blinds drawn to keep out the sunlight. Closing it behind you, you ventured further into the house looking in each room you passed until you made it to your grandmother's room. You knocked cautiously to make her aware of your presence but you heard nothing on the other side of the door, which troubled you more than you wanted to admit.

"Grandma?" you called lightly opening the door slightly but still getting no response, you closed it again and decided to check the second floor. Your room looked like a bit of a mess, Mimi must have found it hard to decide what she wanted to get for you to wear, or what you were going to need, but otherwise it seemed untouched by anyone else. Assuming that your grandmother mustn't be home you made you way back to the front porch and found Chan standing exactly where you had left him except instead of looking at the door he was watching something vary intently at the end of the street. Following his line of sight you saw your grandmother at the end of the street watching him just as intensely and began walking towards determined to at least speak with her.

"Grandma, can we talk? please I will send Chan away" you gushed as soon as you were within hearing distance almost bursting into tears as you saw her guarded expression and wary eyes. The seconds felt like hours as you stared at each other tears ready to spill down your face at her rejection after the pain of last time you knew deep down that if she rejected you again there was nothing more you could do so you just hoped madly as you studied her face.

"Send him away child and we shall speak" she finally sighed. You turned back to Chan, who had no doubt heard every words said, he nodded to you stepping away from your house and walking the opposite way down the street from you. Once she was satisfied your grandmother stepped closer to you linking her arm with yours like she had hundreds of other times and began walking you back to the house in silence. Once inside the safety of the family home you could sense the change in her she seemed much more relaxed and willing to see you although still more guarded than you would have liked. "You wished to speak my child, then we shall speak" she uttered softly sitting herself in her armchair by the fire.

"Do you really hate me Grandma?" you whispered scuffing your foot on the rug in the loungeroom floor too nervous of her answer to look her in the face.

"No my child, I could never truly hate you it is though you are of my blood I will love you no matter what you do" she almost smiled as you felt relief wash over you.

"Then you are angry at me?" you blinked at her.

"Disappointed my child, you took a precious gift and sullied it in the name of evil"

"I asked a warlock to look into my necklace, no one knew that what I discovered was going to happen not me, not Minho and certainly not Chan" you explained trying to keep yourself as calm as possible "Minho altered it after I asked him to because when I took it off to show him it the whole world changed around me and it was brighter, louder, more real than I had ever seen before. I'm sorry that I ruined it I didn't mean to" you watched her again waiting to see if she would get upset again.

"Has the change remained?" she asked plainly "Do you feel it still now even though he is not here?"

"Yes, if I took my necklace off again it would be bright again but I have kept it on while I tried to figure out what to do" you voice had gotten smaller and smaller as you continued but it didn't seem to matter.

"I have never told you why I loathed the evils of this world, why I spent my existence helping protect humans from their grasp and protecting your family along the way. Before my oath to your fore bare was made I was no different to them, I was a human healer, a member of the cunning folk, who happened to anger a very powerful man who's abomination in turn took his anger out on the ones I loved" Your grandmother beckoned you closer to her taking your hand in hers she began to squeeze it reassuringly before speaking again "I was married once, long before time and records were made, we were happy and young and in love. In time I had a daughter who was a beauty among our village girls and as word spread throughout the kingdom we lived in so did interest in her. On day a lord came to our home seeking to court her, pledging marriage and a life of wealth, she already had a love that was as pure as the fresh snow with the baker's lad but this lord would not take no for our answer. He came constantly to bother my husband and eventually after my daughter told him she would rather become a pious woman than marry him he left us alone, for a while at least. The following summer season he returned, he had paid an evil creature for his services to steal my daughter away, and steal her it did, coming in the night it broke down our door and in its haste to take her away killed her father before her eyes. I had been away helping deliver a babe and returned to our home ransacked, door broken down, furniture overturned and my beloved and precious husband dead in a pool of blood"

Your eyes had filled with tears listening to your grandmother's tale, her eyes had became blank but tears steadily tracked their way down her wrinkled cheeks and dripped into her lap as she held your hand ever tighter in an effort to anchor herself. You could see that the pain was as fresh now as it had always been and instantly understood where her fear, and probably loathing, of Chan and his brothers had come from.

"The monster had taken her to his master, but it had not gone to his masters wishes, the monster decided to keep my daughter for himself. The village collected as many able men to bring my daughter home and they searched for many weeks to find her, eventually the creatures lair was located but all that remain were ashes and the corpse of my most cherished daughter drained of all blood and covered in vicious wounds. When she was returned to me I vowed revenge on the monster that had taken my family and the lord who had made it so. I scoured the land looking for a way to make myself stronger more powerful and eventually came across the woman who had become the Morrigan before I. She was more powerful a witch than I could have imagined and once she had bound her soul to mine she faded to dust and ashes at my feet leaving me with her power, her life's work. I did not squander that chance I took my revenge swiftly taking the life of the lord that had begun my nightmare with his wretched plans and the monster that had carried then out in his foul name. Once their deaths had sated my will for vengeance I became a Soothsayer for the generations to follow until I came to your bloodline, until I came to be here with you"

You sat totally still in shock as both of your tears continued to fall, she had essentially sold her soul to to the devil for revenge and then spent the rest of her life seeking redemption for it. That is why she was so deathly protective of you, that is why she always made such a fuss about you never dating seriously and always encouraging you to work harder to keep you to busy to even want to date, she wanted you not to be taken from her.

"I'm sorry Grandma, I'm so sorry that happened" you sniffled wiping your eyes on your sleeve watching her wipe away her own tears.

"I protected you for your whole life only to lose you to a monster my dearest one" She patted your face wiping a stray tear from your lashes.

"You haven't lost me Grandma I'm right here" you almost sobbed "Chan and I are linked but I don't know him truly yet, we only met the night I had my necklace looked at and I only dreamt of him the night I had that tea"

"I have been too harsh to you my sweet child, I let the fears of a woman who has lived too many years cloud the love I should always have had for you. Please forgive me child" He voice sounded so old to you now so weak.

"Of course I forgive you" you almost shouted getting up from the floor in front of her to hug her as tightly as you dared.

"If he truly is your mate you should pursue the boy, I shall not stand in your way, the love between mates is a rare and pure thing to be cherished and celebrated but you will not full understand that until you are free from my magic" she whispered into your shoulder pushing you away slightly she clasped her hands around your pendant pulling it free from you "The pendant will cloud your mind, it was something I put there on purpose just in case you were influenced by someone"

You gasped feeling everything become more intense again the colors, smells and feelings. You could feel the fabric of your grandmothers clothes better, see the intricate pattern engraved on her hair comb clearer than ever before, feel the heat of the fire on your skin better. But probably the most surprising was that you could also feel Chan he seemed to have not left as you had assumed instead he had perched himself somewhere above you possibly on the roof which seemed almost too cliché for you not to smile at.

"Is he nearby?" Your grandmother asked softly noticing your smile

"Yes he is outside I can feel him" you replied easily

"Ask him inside then I should apologize to him too, and put the kettle on too my dear we will need a healing tea" she instructed slowly getting up to make her way to the kitchen as you rushed ahead of her to the kitchen then to the front door. Opening it you knew you would find Chan but you didn't expect him to no longer be alone.

"What the fuck" you muttered seeing all eight of them standing around or sitting on the porch and Mimi leaning on her car holding a bat while talking to Changbin. Chan instantly stepped forward cupping your face with his large hand when he saw your red rimmed eyes his thumb gently brushing the last moisture from your lashes causing warmth to burn across the skin he touched. You then heard Mimi gasp.

"Have you been crying!" she squeaked her attention suddenly on you as she lifted the bat menacingly much to the humor of the others. "Did she hurt you?"

"No they are happy tears Mimi" you smiled at her as she lowered the bat again eyeing you skeptically.

"How many more than the boy are there child?" your grandmother called from the kitchen you could hear her clinking cups around

"Nine in total Grandma, come in she wants to speak to you" you breathed stepping aside to let them all in getting smiles and small pets from each one as they passed.

"Come into the kitchen do not loiter in the hallway, I've been assured you have manners" your grandmothers voice rang out sharply as you instantly rolled your eyes causing Mimi to laugh at the strange normalcy of it.

"Yes they have manners Grandma, and the night is also dark and full of terrors too" you called back leading them into the kitchen.

"Mimi, child was it you who raided my stores?" your grandmother gently scolded red rimmed eyes sparkling causing Mimi to at least look slightly ashamed as she nodded "Are they in a safe place where they will be well used?"

"Yes and yes I think so" Mimi started to explain chagrinned

"I can return them to you Lady Morrigan" Minho interrupted bowing his head as your grandmother regarded him silently before handing him a cup of tea.

"You may keep them young Warlock see them as an apology gift for my bitterness when we last met" your grandmothers words were soft but final as she finished regarding him and turned towards Chan. You kept handing cups of tea to the others and placed a large plate of teacakes on the table which Felix, and Han, immediately began to nibble on smiling at you sweetly.

"I wish to offer my amends to you, all of you, for my cruel words and harshness when you were last in our home. I only wanted to protect my dearest one but instead caused her to suffer, you did not harm her you protected her so I only ask you to allow me to atone for my misdeed" Her words were meant for all of them but her eyes were on Chan as he appeared to consider her words.

"Of course they will Grandma" you chirped instantly putting your arms around her to squeeze her lightly.

"I have not finished child, I must offer words of atonement to the little Cambion and Siren that you were so certain needed protection from me and the Fae child who wanted nothing more than to stop your pain" her admonish to you was gentle and firm as she patted your arm, causing you to sigh softly and move around the table to where Seungmin and Jeongin were standing looking startled and Felix was remained munching on cake.

"Grandma this is Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin" you smiled as you petted Innie's hair softly making him grin at you.

"I see you have become quite attached, child" she nodded softly before bowing her head to them. "I am ashamed of my misdeeds to you all and I will atone for them young ones" her voice rang with finality as she finally bowed her head in apology to them which they accepted awkwardly.

After the cakes had been eaten and the tea drunk your grandmother bid you to go back with Chan as she retired for the night so that you may have more time with the friends you had brought before her. You pressed her that you should stay with her but she had insisted in her normal stern way and you found yourself following Chan from the house into the night air after hugging Mimi goodbye and swearing to keep her in the loop, you wandered back towards their home.

You walked silently listening to them mostly making small talk about the sheer strangeness of getting an apology from such a powerful creature, or how good the tea cakes were.

"She told me what happened, when she was still human, I mean" you said as the group of you all entered the townhouse "I understand her fear now"

"What do you mean by still human?" Minho asked unsure he had heard you right.

"Before she was Morrigan she was human her family was killed by some kind of Oddinary, so she tried to find a way to get justice, or well vengeance, and eventually she found the previous Morrigan who bound her soul to my grandmothers then died. Grandma became the next Morrigan, I don't know how many there were before her but that is how she became an Oddinary" you explained as briefly as you could so that you didn't need to launch into the whole saga that she had told you.

"Well that explains her power then, she may have been hundreds of women before your grandmother" Chan nodded pondering what you just said as he seemingly unconsciously brushed his fingers across the back of your neck causing you to shiver slightly under his gentle caress.

"Where is your necklace?" Hyunjin interrupted noticing that the chain that usually hung around your neck was missing.

"She took it, she said I would be understand things better without her magic affecting me" you blinked "It does feel strange not wearing it everything is a bit intense without it" Chan quickly lowered his hand to yours and squeezed it. "There was something in her spell that was supposed to prevent me being influenced by others" you shrugged noting the thrill that ran through Chan at your words.

"That would make sense she seems to have thought about every scenario under the sun in the hundreds of years she has been with your family" Minho mused before excusing himself to his study.

"Well I'm still hungry, food anyone?" Changbin grinned as he made his way towards the kitchen stairs with almost all of the others in tow. Only Seungmin remained with you and Chan and he departed after a small pat to your head before venturing to his room.

"Can we talk again?" you turned towards Chan hopeful he would consent to you taking up even more of his time.

"Absolutely" he smiled genuinely at you leading you towards the stairs to the upper floors and all the way to his room that you had taken over during the previous few days.

"What did you want to talk about?" he gestured for you to sit on the bed while he knelt before you carefully taking your other hand in his.

"I'm sorry about my freak out earlier" you whispered looking down at your joined hands "Now I'm not wearing the necklace my head is much clearer"

"You don't ever need to apologize for what you feel, not to me, not ever but I'm glad you feel different now" He insisted emphatically but gently. Smiling at him you felt your heart swell at the way he looked at you so seriously while still holding your hands as though you were made of glass

"I want to try. this. with you" you explained "If you want that too" Chan's face lit up as his face broke out into the brightest grin you had ever seen, his eyes sparkling brilliantly even in the dimmed bedroom light.

"I want that too" he murmured as you unconsciously lent forward towards him gingerly pulling him forward with you joined hands and placing your lips on his. It was a soft and chaste kiss but it was still on your terms which made you feel much braver, letting go of Chan's hands you raised one towards his face your fingers slowly grazing his cheekbone then jaw before cupping his face, watching as his eyes closed and a blissful sounding sigh left him. You lent back in and kissed him again this time with much more confidence you lips moving smoothly over his as he slid one of his hands around you waist pulling you from the bed and switching your positions so that you were straddling his lap. You almost moaned at the contact of his chest against yours and your hips pushed flush against his as Chan's other hand slipped into your hair holding you closer.

"Babygirl" Chan breathed against your lips sending shivers down your spine "You don't have to push yourself, we can go as slow as you want" His sweet honey voice washed over you as he pulled himself back from your lips.

"Sorry" you mumbled embarrassment flaring in your chest as you moved to get off of him but he held you in place both his hands now on your hips

"No, no, don't be sorry Babygirl. I just don't want to make you feel rushed I can wait forever after all" He smiled cheekily the choice of words an obvious attempt to lighten the mood again.

"Chan, what happens now?" you asked looking into his eyes watching them soften and almost glow.

"Forever happens now" Chan whispered cupping your cheek before pulling you in to kiss you again.

a/n: Thank you for spending you time reading something I wrote it means the world to me. Any comments or reglogs are deeply appreciated.

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖎'𝖒 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 ♡

♡ Pairing: vampire!bang chan x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: When playing with devils you must be careful not to become one yourself. Unless, of course, you want to...

♡ Genre: smut/angst w/ horror elements

♡ Word Count: 1.6k-ish

♡ Warnings: blood, biting, discussion of violence/death, unprotected sex (the man's literally dead though so, like...), reader death (only on a technicality. you're fine)

Limbs scattered through garbage-riddled alleys. Intestines strung from archways like streamers for some grand party. Bodies drained of blood. Husks of what they once were. Unrecognizable to even those closest to them.

What kind of monster could do such a thing? Despite the police department’s best efforts, the culprit that terrorizes the city, snatching victims in the darkest crevices of the night, remains a mystery to them. To everyone. Everyone, that is, but you. 

You know for a fact that the shadow looming at the end of your bed, this creature masquerading as a man, is responsible for these atrocities and, with the exception of a few unfortunate souls, he carries little remorse about what he’s done.

Chan honors your request not to hear the gory details of what he does but it’s difficult to escape them. It’s all over the news and social media. Your coworkers won’t shut up about it. It’s enough to make you sick to your stomach. Enough to make you never want to lay eyes on him again. 

But when he appears in your apartment tonight, the same as he has countless nights before, his eyes shimmering pools of black, he awakens something inside of you that makes your knowledge of what he’s done as hazy as a bad dream. You watch as he steps into the soft light cast through your window by the full moon.

Chan’s breathtakingly handsome, gifted with a body built for sin and bone structure to die for. It’s almost as if his maker crafted him for the express purpose of getting you to compromise your mortal soul. Chan laughs, cracking a devilish grin, “It’s a little too late for that isn’t it, my love?” You crawl to the middle of the bed, sitting with your legs tucked beneath you.

“Too late for what?” He comes face to face with you, the razor-sharp tips of his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “The whole ‘compromising your mortal soul’ thing.” Chan pinches one of your fluffy cheeks, his full lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re damned. The same as me.” A chill blows through you, the kind that whistles through long abandoned caves, at the thought that he might be right.

You shake it off, nervously running your fingers across the intricate lacing at the breast of your sheer black nightgown. “We are nothing alike” you snap, “And stop reading my mind!” Chan backs away from you, discarding what’s left of his clothes, and, ignoring your wish for your thoughts to remain untouched, listens in on the filth that lurks in the back of your mind when you see how hard you’ve gotten him.

That is why you wore something see-through, isn’t it? To tempt him with your lush breasts and the stiffening buds at their peaks. You know how ravenous it makes him to have free access to the softness of your stomach. To see your pillowy thighs grow even thicker when you sit the way you do now. 

You intended to send all of the blood rushing through the veins that travel along his thick, lengthy cock. Craved the sight of it, without even the most fleeting concern for whose blood it actually was. You blink and he’s behind you on the bed, his nails carefully shredding your nightgown to pieces.

The fabric melts down your body as smooth as butter. Chan takes your breasts into his hands, caressing them as he kisses your neck. “Tell me you want me to leave and I will.” Your head falls back on his shoulder, arms reaching back, fingers threading through his hair.

The coldness of his body battles the warmth of yours, a dynamic that has you sweating and shivering all at once. “Just say it,” he whispers, his right hand kneading your gentle form as he works his way down to your thighs, effortlessly parting them. 

“You want my help?” he asks, lightly squeezing your clit between his pointer and index fingers, “Repeat after me.”

“I…”

“I…” you whine, gripping his hair tighter. 

“Want…”

“Want…”

“You…”

“You...”

Chan dips his hand further between your thighs, muscles flexing beneath his skin as his fingers curve into you. “I want you” he hums, fangs pricking at your neck just enough to leave a mark without drawing blood. You repeat after him, word for word, “I want you. I want you. I want you.” The “to leave” is silent. Nonexistent.

You’ve considered many times asking him to leave before things went too far but you never had the strength, or the sincere longing, to do so. Chan can do so much more than read your mind. He can read your body like one would their favorite book. He knows that if he rotates his fingers just…like…this, it’ll tug at the most sensitive parts of you, making your pussy weep.

Chan plants kisses along your jawline, trailing up to your ear. “I want you too. Not just now,” he confesses, “Forever.” It’s a simple word, “forever”, but the emphasis placed upon it speaks volumes of his feelings for you. “Me too,” you say, not even thinking, only feeling. “I can make it that way, you know. I could…” The implication breaks you free of whatever spell you’re under.

You twist out of his arms, pulling the blanket over your naked body more for comfort than anything else. “Chan, you can’t be serious.” There’s that glint in his eye again, only this time it’s all his doing, the idea of turning you exciting him more than his last kill. “Why can’t I be serious?” he asks, climbing on top of you, his arms caging you in, “Tell me you've never thought of it.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t and, under the circumstances, it’s not even worth it to attempt to lie. At one point you harbored such a thirst for life but somewhere along the way, in a place that you can’t quite pinpoint, you lost it. Everything became dreary. Repetitive. Monotonous. Life lacked excitement. It lacked color. Nothing made you feel truly alive anymore.

Then came Chan. The spark that reignited the flame. You often wonder what it might be like to have the freedom that he does. The power. To have access to things far beyond the reach of humans. But what he does to those people you could never bring yourself to do. Chan slips the covers from between you, reuniting his body with yours. Bringing your legs around his waist, he brushes the tip of his cock between your folds.

You grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You’re still so wet. Maybe wetter. “You’ll never have to” he promises, “ I’ll do it. All of it. Feed you. Care for you. I just, fuck, I want you more than anything.” Chan bucks his hips, sinking into you. You hiss at the stretch, your back arching as your walls swallow him deeper. It’s only been 24 hours since he last made love to you but it’s felt like a lifetime.

You wanted him….needed him…so badly. Each stroke is more intense than the last, satiating your thirst for more pressure each time he bottoms out. Your moans are as close to heaven as he’ll ever be. He kisses you passionately, capturing them with his tongue. This is the best you’ve felt all day. It’s the best you ever feel. Being in his arms, his lips pressed to yours, is indeed something you can never imagine losing.

“Will it hurt?”

Chan shakes his head, biting his lip as you clench tighter. “Never…mmm…hurt you.” “Then do it” you mewl, eyelids fluttering, defenses crumbling. The bed creaks as his thrusts quicken, the legs of the mahogany bedframe scratching at the floor. 200 years of lovers and no one’s even come close to feeling this good wrapped around his cock. You’re so vulnerable, so trusting, so fucking beautiful that he can’t waste another second not having secured you as his. 

Baring his fangs, he sinks them into your neck. You gasp at the force of the impact but the bite itself merely tickles, undetectable when paired with the frenzy of butterflies in your stomach. Chan brings his wrist to his mouth, making a small incision with one of his fangs. Your lips part knowingly, suckling at the wound when he presents it to you. Blood coats your tongue, a crimson copper-laced treat running down your throat.

There’s something in it, something special, that strengthens the floral scent of your perfume. It’s overpowering. Dizzying. Everything’s louder. The cars zipping by on the streets. The sounds of grasshoppers and cicadas calling their mates in the neighboring park. Your vision sharpens, and corners of your room previously dominated by darkness are now bright as day.

And you feel. Oh, you feel everything. You’re in tune with every aspect of your nervous system. This level of awareness is mind-numbing but you don’t want it to stop. Your breath catches, your orgasm arriving with such ferocity that your nails slice into his skin. “That’s it” he coos, “You’re all mine now so come for me. Just for me.” He says it like you have an option.

Like there’s anything you can to do stop yourself from unraveling, the juices flowing from your core like a river. You scream louder than you ever have. The only discernible word is his name, said over and over until your body’s too spent to even say that. Chan kisses up and down your body, whispering to you in a language unknown to you before but somehow understood fluently now. 

He’s praising you. Worshipping you. Swearing to honor your bond forever. To him, you’ve always been breathtakingly beautiful, gifted with a body built for sin and curves to die for. It’s almost as if your maker crafted you with the express purpose of tempting him to corrupt your mortal soul. What a sweet thing it was to destroy.

#bang chan x female reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan au #stray kids x you #stray kids smut #stray kids x thick reader #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x y/n #chubby reader #stray kids vampire au

[straylightdream]

when night comes - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢

COMING SOON

A connecting series of vampire au stories with stray kids. They can be read all together or as one shots. I’m planning to write for all the boys this is just the ones I have ideas for.

All of these will be 18+ stories with sex and mentions of blood.

an: some of these ideas might change. This is just what I have writing ideas for and working on outlines for.

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𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔫

↳ He desperately craved normalcy, and you made him feel human again.

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢

sugar daddy au

↳ Low on cash and out of luck you find a source for easy money. Your willing to be a human blood bag if you can afford to live again.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥

enemies to lovers / stripper reader

↳ You’re in a never ending cycle with a man who likes the taste of your blood.

𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝔦𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨

Forbidden love au / runaway au

↳ he’s fallen head over heels for you when you’re father will do anything to stop you from being with him.

𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢

↳ an accidental turning leaves Hyunjin feeling like the monster he feels he is.

#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids vampire au #stray kids au #stray kids x reader #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x YN #stray kids angst #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan vampire au #bang chan smut #Lee know #Lee know x reader #Lee know vampire au #Lee know smut #Changbin #Changbin x reader #Changbin smut #Changbin vampire au #Hyunjin #Hyunjin x reader #Hyunjin smut #hyunjin au #Hyunjin vampire au #han jisung #han jisung smut #han jisung vampire au #han jisung x reader #consume

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[8.58]

― pairing : Chris x fem! reader ― content warnings : a tiny bit of angst, smut, fluff, vampire au, medieval settings, Chris is a vampire, soulmates au, mentions of blood, unprotected sex, fantasy au ― word count : 6.432

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🧛‍♂️ VAMPIRE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix

«I dare you to,» your friend pondered, before mumbling suggestively, «spend a night all alone at the haunted Manor.»

«What?!» you shrieked in disbelief as a chill ran down your spine at the mere mention of said house. The Forest Manor was a house surrounded in mystery; it didn’t look decadent, so it definitely had owners who looked after it, the gothic architecture gave it a mysterious and almost inaccessible aura and on top of this, the cases where people - blinded by courage, tried to enter the huge mansion were definitely not rare.

However, no one of them ever returned and so, through the years, numerous legends had been told: the most popular being about dangerous and thirsty vampires living in Forest Manor.

«You can refuse, if you want,» another one of your friends smirked mischievously, «but you will be called “coward” for the rest of your life.» they laughed, and your blood boiled.

If this was going to be your punishment for saying you believed in the existence of supernatural being, then you were going to accept it; screw your friends and their obnoxious and close mindset.

«Okay.» you simply said, clenching your fists together, trying to avoid acknowledging the fact that honestly, you were scared.

With your hands tightly gripping your skirt as your life depended on it, you walked through the most external part of the forest, ignoring the faint and frequent howls you heard not too distant from where you were, inevitably giving you chills.

“Why can’t I shut up,” you thought, trying to keep your breath even; walking alone in the dark through the forest was a terrifying experience, especially because - probably due to your fear, you had the feeling you heard steps every now and then. “I’m going to die in here, I know it.” you were about to trip in your dress, which unconventionally got stuck into a bundle of tree roots, and as you exasperatedly sighed at your own clumsiness and kneeled to untangle it, you could have sworn you heard someone chuckle just next to you.

Needless to say, you couldn’t see anything in the dark, and you finally regretted not to have brought a torch with you; it would have made you an easy target, but at least you could have been able to see something instead of letting your imagination run wild.

Probably, you spent hours wandering in the forest following the almost forgotten path that connected your village to the haunted Manor, but when you got there, no legend nor rumour could have prepared you for its singular beauty.

Rather than being centuries old, it seemed like it was merely a couple of years old, and you wondered whether you had walked on the wrong path; you carefully stepped out of the forest, and the threatening and dangerous aura made you froze in your tracks for a moment, almost making you feel like you were suffocating. You tensed up, feeling observed once again, your eyes rapidly scanning the iron gate and the stone wall running all around the house.

The Manor looked much bigger than you initially thought, and you wondered how many people could live in it; it was definitely too big for only one person. There was no sign of life inside; the lights were off, and the only source of light - beside the two small torches next to the iron gate, was the faint moonlight.

“I wonder, am I allowed to step closer?” you thought, and immediately, the threatening aura from the house seemed to vanish in thin air as soon as you took another step closer to the gate; you furrowed your brows, confused at what just happened. The feeling of being watched remained, but the tension and fear that you were feeling now were completely coming from your own soul; the Manor was now emitting an almost welcoming aura.

It was when you were about to touch the Manor’s gate that you stopped; what if someone really lived there? You could not trespass someone’s property like that, it wouldn’t be polite burst into someone’s house just because of a stupid bet.

With a sigh, you held your hand in mid-air, gradually retreating it until it was clutched against your chest once again; you made up your mind, you’d just climb on a tree and sleep there to be safe from the wolves, only to return in the morning and lie to your friends.

«Aw, leaving so soon?» someone near you chuckled, and you jolted your head towards your left in fear, not expecting for anyone to be there. A boy was looking at you with an amused smile and glimmering bright red eyes; he was sitting on the top of the stone wall, it being not too tall meant that the stranger was definitely a little bit too close to you.

«I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.» you politely bowed your head, nervousness momentarily paralyzing your body, and the stranger hummed, crossing his legs and partially balancing his weight on his left hand, so that he was leaning towards you.

«Someone dared you to come here, am I right?» he said, his head tilted on his side and his hair delicately falling on his face; from his annoyed - yet somehow amused, tone of voice, he was clearly used to this. A rush of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that you shouldn’t have accepted the bet in the first place.

«I’m sorry, I will be going.» you hastily said, turning around and starting to take your leave.

«The worst thing I could do is send a young lady back home in the middle of the night - while the wolves are on a hunt.» his voice made you stop in your tracks and you curiously looked at him. «And the house seemed to have accepted your presence already.» the stranger said while quickly glancing behind his shoulders; you furrowed your brows, before jolting forwards as you saw the boy purposely letting himself fall behind the wall.

Strangely enough, you didn’t hear any sound, meaning that the boy didn’t fall and hurt himself; in less than a second, he was standing in front of the now slightly opened gate with an unbothered expression and his clothes neatly in perfect order, utterly confusing you.

«Would you like to come in?» he offered you his gloved hand, and you were sure that as soon as your gaze locked with his from up close, your heart skipped a beat.

The boy - which introduced himself as Chris, was exceptionally handsome to the point that he almost looked inhuman; his pale complexion made him look ethereal, and his natural plump and rosy lips made him look like he just walked out one of the fairy-tale books you used to read when you were younger.

His eyes, however, were a bright crimson red, and the more you looked at him, the more you felt hypnotized with a weird feeling of recalling those warm, big eyes; it was definitely almost if-

«Have we already met before?» you mumbled more to yourself, but Chris heard you nonetheless; his eyes widened for a moment, before his expression turned incredibly soft for a few seconds.

«I’m afraid not,» he shook his head; you nodded at him, feeling silly because, if you ever met someone as handsome, you would have remembered for sure, «at least, not in this lifetime.» you thought you heard Chris mumble, but something in his sudden nostalgic expression made you refrain from asking further.

A sudden close howl interrupted the silence of the night, startling you and making you instinctively take a step towards Chris as if you were unconsciously looking for protection; you gently placed your hand in his and he smiled, leading you inside.

If you believed that the Manor looked huge from the outside, you were in for a big surprise; Chris led you through so many countless halls that at some point, you believed that the house was under a spell making it appear smaller on the outside.

Despite the fact that it was your first night visiting the Manor, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgic familiarity as you passed through a certain hall, which Chris simply skipped instead of leading you in it.

«Where does it lead?» you politely asked him, your gaze locking with a dark mahogany door.

«My personal chambers.» Chris simply explained, before starting to walk away; you nodded, not wanting to result too nosy since you were allowed to spend the night in a safe place instead of the woods.

However, the fact that Chris purposely avoided taking you there made you furrow your brows as a countless questions formed into your head; there were other people living with him, but he didn’t skip the hallways leading to their chambers, so why did he purposely avoid his?

«Don’t think too much about it,» Chris chuckled from next to you, successfully interrupting your thoughts, «maybe, one day, I’ll let you in.» you immediately adverted his gaze from his, suddenly finding his suggestion not so chaste and innocent, anymore.

Chris eventually led you to his study room, where he used to spend his time reading and researching about the most various things and so, that’s how you spent most of your night: sitting on two expensive armchairs next to each other while talking.

Something you couldn’t wrap your head on was the fact that Chris seemed so familiar, to you: the way he talked, the way he would gently lead you anywhere you wanted him to without ever letting go of your hand, the way he looked at you.

It was almost as if you knew him, but Chris had already said you never met before that night, so you decided that you probably should have stopped thinking about it.

Another thing that made you feel strange was the fact that you were indeed staying in a Manor supposedly inhabited by vampires, but you didn’t feel anything besides tranquillity and occasional nervousness, but the latter was completely because of Chris’ presence. From the moment he told you that you would have been safe, you believed him, and never doubted it ever again for the rest of the night.

The door of Chris’ studio opened without notice, slightly startling you, and a tall boy with blonde hair reaching his shoulders suddenly bursted in, looking distressed and definitely on a hurry; his eyes were a bright crimson red as well.

«Chris,» the boy said, apparently, he still didn’t took notice about the fact that you were in the room as well, «where are the necromancers? I have an issue afoot.»

«Hyunjin.» Chris simply answered, his stern tone completely different from the one he had been using with you; your eyes were still locked on Hyunjin, which immediately looked at you with wide eyes before his features eventually illuminated in a nice, friendly smile.

«Oh! You’re finally back!» he said, waving a hand towards you, which weakly waved at him as well, even if you were confused at his words.

«I’ll go ask Han, I bet he knows.» and with that, he left with the same hurry he invaded your small comfortable bubble.

Finally glancing at Chris, you couldn’t help but giggle about the fact that he was staring at the now closed door with an exasperated expression while he kept rubbing his temples.

«So, do necromancers exist as well?» you asked him, momentarily forgetting about the fact that Hyunjin just acted like you knew each other.

«As well?» Chris looked back at you, with a confused frown, and for an unknown reason, you decided to confess; after all, you were not the first one visiting the Forest Manor because of a bet, right?

«I said that I believed that supernatural beings exist,» you admitted, your gaze drifting to the numerous shelves filled with books adorning the walls, «my friends dared me to spend the night here, since rumours say it’s inherited by vampires.»

«And you believe in it?» Chris asked you with a gentle tone; you knew that, differently from your friends, he didn’t ask about it with the intention to judge you for your beliefs, and you also knew that common human people didn’t normally have bright red eyes. You shrugged, and Chris accepted your silent vague answer; despite the fact that he had so many things to tell you, he knew that it was still too early for that.

Eventually, somewhere during your talk, you drifted off to sleep, the vague feeling of a warm blanket being draped over you making you wake up for a second; you thought that your mind also registered the fact that Chris kissed the top of your head, but you weren’t sure.

«You’re alive?!» was the first thing you heard from your friends as soon as they saw you walk back into the village completely unharmed; you scoffed at them, before they started asking you a countless numbers of questions.

Of course, you didn’t say anything about Chris or your night, but simply said that a family lived there and gladly hosted you from the night.  

Since the first night you’ve been at the Forest Manor, your visits became pretty much frequent; if at first you went there during the night, you eventually ended up visiting during various times of the day. Needless to say, you did it in order to see Chris, which was absolutely happy anytime he saw you walking out the forest and towards the Manor.

Two months later, you were absolutely sure that you developed a crush for Chris; he was gentle, caring, mature, funny. Chris was definitely everything you were looking for in a man, and definitely no one in your village had ever made your heart race as he could. Sometimes, you had the feelings that your crush was reciprocated, but Chris kept acting neutral about it, still leading you around the Manor while politely holding your hand and, sometimes, not leaving it as soon as you reached your destination.

By now, you’ve met every one of the boys living with him, and the fact that every single one of them acted like Hyunjin when he first saw you, confused you to no end.

However, they never explained what they meant with their «We’ve missed you!» or «Chris is finally in a good mood now that you’re back.», and eventually, you dropped the topic.

Even if you wanted to know, you knew it was better not to be too insistent about it; despite the fact that they never confirmed it, you were almost completely sure that they were vampires, and even if they somehow considered you a friend, you knew better than to get on their nerves.

Strong arms partially held you up and you were instantly pulled towards a boy’s chest, which was holding you like you were made of crystal about to shatter in million pieces; you felt so weak that you couldn’t hold your head up, and the sound of the boy’s choked pleads interrupted by loud sobs made your heart clench in sorrow.

You knew you were dreaming, but even so, you couldn’t move as you pleased, you couldn’t do anything; it almost felt like you were remembering something from someone else’s life.

«Please,» the boy spoke, his voice sounding dangerously like Chris’, «I can’t lose you again.» even if you felt weaker each passing second, the only thing you wanted to do was to reach out and comfort the boy, which continued to cry while holding you up.

Eventually, he re-arranged your position, holding your head up in the crook of his neck as he held your body close like it was the last time. The feeling of his cold and gentle hands sliding from your cheek to your hair were the only thing you could feel, since the “you” in your dream still had her eyes closed.

«I’ll come back,» you heard yourself say, «I always do.» you felt hurt at your own words, knowing that any kind of pain the boy was going through, he didn’t deserve it; finally, you opened your eyes, looking up to see Chris’ shaking frame, his tears falling on your face as he repeatedly shook his head.

The crimson gentle eyes you were used to see were now wide and filled with desperation, and out the corner of your eye, you saw yourself weakly trying to lift your hand in order to wipe away his tears; however, you were too weak, and your hand fell back on your lap without managing to touch Chris’ ethereal features.

«Don’t go, not again.» he pleaded, «Not this time, not again.» he kept repeating, and as if you felt the “you” in your dream slowly dying, you felt yourself waking up in your own reality.

To say that you spent the whole day feeling distressed was an understatement; no matter what you did, you kept having strange glimpses of memories involving Chris that were definitely not yours. Or, were they?

Slowly, you spent your day re-arranging together the pieces you got: Chris seemed incredibly familiar and he acted as if he had known you for a while, his friends talked to you as if they had been waiting for you, you were the only human that was allowed to visit the Manor anytime she wanted, and now, you kept having random flashbacks about Chris. You were sure you were about to have a headache from thinking so hard, but you needed answers.

Contrarily to the other times you went to see Chris, this time you didn’t pay attention to your dress; you acted on instinct, your feet leading you towards the Manor, where you eventually found Chris sitting on top of the stone wall, exactly like the first night you met.

As soon as your eyes met, you were certain about your theory: Chris was your soulmate.

«How many times did you have to go through that?» you asked weakly, standing few steps away from him; Chris furrowed your brows in confusion, before his eyes eventually widened; in a blink of an eye, he was in front of you, his gloved hand ghosting over the outline of your jaw.

«I’m pretty old, by now I think I’ve lost count.» he admitted with a smile, and you felt your heart clench at his words; you felt angry at yourself – actually at your past selves, for being so selfish.

«I’m so sorry,» you mumbled weakly, before throwing yourself into Chris’ strong arms, the sensation foreign but yet so familiar; his arms circled your helpless frame, pulling your body close to his, «I’ve always been selfish, I’m sorry.» you were crying, your tears falling on Chris’ expensive shirt and your shoulders shaking.

«I always let you choose, and I always will.» he gently confessed, caressing your back and trying to help you calm down, «If you were to choose your human life again, I’ll wait for you and find you again.» despite the fact that in this life, you’ve known Chris for a little less than three months, you’ve never felt so loved.

That night, was the first time Chris let you into his bedroom, and you understood the reason why he never let you in the same moment he closed the door behind you; a wave of memories washed over you, consecutive fragments of moments spent with Chris. You felt your knees go weak, you were sure you would have fallen due to the intensity of it all, if it weren’t for Chris wrapping his arms around your waist.  

Chris was sitting on the bed now, his back resting against few pillow pressed against the headboard; you were sitting next to him but partially sideways, so that you could constantly look at him, your legs were thrown over his lap.

During all the time you spent at the Manor, both you and Chris kept a reasonable distance between the two of you, but since you somehow regained your memories, you wanted to keep him as close as possible. For the first time since you met, Chris had took off his leather gloves, his touch was as cold as ice and left shivers along your skin.

«I missed it.» he murmured, his eyes focused on the trail of goosebumps on your arms erupting anytime he ran his fingertips on your skin.

That night, Chris confessed everything to you; he was a vampire, and – confirming your theory, the two of you were soulmates. Somehow, he always managed to find you and every time, you always managed to fall in love with him; however, in the end, you’d always choose your human life, trusting the fact that you’d meet again.

Hesitantly, Chris answered to your question about the longest time he had to wait for you, saying that he was about to go crazy.

«Two hundred years are pretty long, I thought you wouldn’t reincarnate anymore, that I had lost you for good,» Chris’ gaze was unfocused, before he eventually erupted into a smile, «but then you walked out of the woods because of a bet.» you held his hands in a tight grip, aware that you couldn’t even imagine how much he had suffered because of your selfishness.

«You don’t deserve a soulmate like me.» you confessed, but he shook his head.

«What kind of soulmate would I be if I choose for you?» somewhere, deep in your soul, Chris’ words made you realize that maybe, this time you weren’t so afraid of living for eternity anymore.

«I’ve seen so many versions of you during the centuries,» he chuckled, distracting you from your thoughts, «It was like… seeing your adolescence’s stages.» you covered your face in embarrassment, asking him which one was the worst. «Oh, the vampire hunter definitely gave me a hard time.» Chris admitted with a sigh, recalling the time he had to physically fight you in order to defend himself.

«Did I hurt you?» you immediately asked, scooping closer to his frame, eager to listen to the things that you did in your previous lives.

Chris simply shook his head, looking at you with malice, «You got your memories back just in time.»

«During a fight? And how could that happen?» you scoffed, not believing to Chris’ words until you took notice of the emotions his eyes held; with extremely slow movements, he lifted his hand to your chin, his eyes repeatedly shifting from your eyes to your lips as he started inching closer. Judging by his sudden smug smile, you were sure that Chris could hear your heartbeat hammering in your chest, and you inched closer as well, meeting his lips halfway.

As you felt Chris’ full lips on yours, your head started to spin; you definitely couldn’t imagine that a wave of such intense emotion would fall over you as soon as you kissed him.

To you, his lips tasted like home, the familiar sense of security and love that had irremediably made you fall in love with him all over again, life after life.

To Chris, your lips tasted like a bittersweet déjà-vu; he’s had countless of first kisses with you, and he inevitably fell in love with each single different reincarnation of you, but still, you always ended up slipping away from his grasp. 

Chris’ hand moved on your nape in a swift, gentle movement, tilting your head just to deepen the kiss, as if he could kiss his own desperation away; he knew how the story would have gone, but nonetheless, he loved you enough to wait for you for eternity, if he needed.

Weakly gripping on the collar of his shirt, you sighed into the kiss, pulling Chris even further into you; even if you didn’t want to mention it, you kept having small flashes about your past lives, and so you wanted to keep on kissing him, just to know more about what you could not remember.

A hiss escaped your mouth as Chris unintentionally grazed your inner lip with one of his fangs, and you parted from him, finally taking him his appearance: not only Chris’ eyes seemed to glow a deeper shade of red now that he smelled a little droplet of blood, but also, his lips were slightly parted and his fangs were exposed.

However, the thing that completely felt your heart sink in your stomach, was the fact that Chris had signs of dried tears on his cheeks. Instantly, you reached out to gently cup his face, not caring about the fact that you were bleeding and he could have killed you, and Chris simply tightly closed his eyes.

«I’m sorry,» he sighed, «I thought you wouldn’t come back.» you hugged him without thinking, your eyes blankly staring at the wall.

You didn’t see Chris for the next week, since you were forced to stay in bed due to a sudden high fever. Strangely enough, anytime you slept, your dreams were composed by a strange mixture composed of memories about your past lives and memories about your present life, to the point where you couldn’t tell what was the truth and what was caused by your fever.

Forced to stay at home, you definitely had enough time to think about what were your intentions, and day after day, you managed to realize what you really wanted to do and so, on a Thursday morning, despite your fever wasn’t completely gone, you quickly washed up and dressed yourself, heading towards the Forest Manor.

«Where is Chris?» you asked Seungmin, which eyes immediately widened over the book he was busy reading.

«Uh,» he said, his gaze nervously shifting towards Minho, sitting next to him on the leather couch.

«There’s a new restaurant in town,» Minho said, covering up for Seungmin’s lack of explanation, «He and the others went there.» With a scoff, you put your hands on your hips, rage and jealousy bubbling up inside you.

«I came here with a fever telling him I was ready to stay and he goes around feeding on other girls?»

«Girls?» Seungmin questioned, furrowing his brows.

«You’re staying?!» Minho exclaimed at the same time, excitement evident in his voice; you plopped yourself on the leather chair in front of the two vampires, which were looking at you with two different emotions plastered on his face.

«I made up my mind.» you told Minho, which eagerly nodded, whispering a soft «I’m happy, then.»

«Isn’t he feeding from… the ones who works… you know…» you tried to be as eloquent as you could with a simple hand gesture. Of course, you were thinking about the worst option: brothels.

Deep inside, you knew that Chris would never do this to you, but in that very moment, your fever suggested you that it was the most plausible excuse. Seungmin eventually interrupted your thoughts with his contagious laugh, and Minho snorted.

«I can promise you he’s not. He’s the shame of our family,» he said, shaking his head, «He feeds from animals.»

«Oh!» you replied immediately, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. «Of course, animals have blood as well… I'm… an idiot.» you muttered to yourself, but they heard you nonetheless, and did their best to chuckle without sounding too disrespectful. Despite that, you decided to wait for his return.

«Oi, we’re home-oh, hi!» Chris said, entering the living room, and your eyes locked with his lips, still faintly tainted red.

«Yeah, we’re going out.» both Minho and Seungmin said, walking towards the other boys now standing behind Chris. Hyunjin and Changbin looked at each other with furrowed brows, while Han and Jeongin were already on their way to come and sit next to you, happy about your presence in the Manor, claiming that everything was more enjoyable anytime you were around.

«But we just came back?» Felix questioned, and Minho quickly grabbed his forearm, not bothering to repeat himself.  

«You’re gonna be alone until tomorrow night.» Seungmin winked at you, before patting Chris’ on his shoulder and exiting the room along with the others.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet Chris’ gaze, nor to bring up your decision.

The awkward nervousness you felt, eventually, completely disappeared as you and Chris changed for the night and laid together on his bed.

It wasn’t the first time you spent at the Manor, but now that you made up your mind, it definitely felt way more intimate. Chris was sitting on the bed, balancing himself with his left hand lazily spread out behind him, while his right hand was draped around your waist, pulling your chest flush to his; you were straddling him, the thin fabric of your night dress not leaving much to the imagination, its fabric pooled around your thighs and your arms gently cupping Chris’ cheeks.

«I need you, I-» Chris mumbled against your throat; despite his skin was cold, his kisses made you feel like you were burning up. His voice was extremely hoarse, and you deduced it was from his hunger. «I need your blood,» he said, his hand tightly gripping your waist with a strained whine, «I need you.» his voice was low, and his arms were holding your body impossibly close to his.

Despite the fact that you were sitting on top of Chris and he was occasionally glancing at you with eyes full of desire, you didn’t have the slightest trace of control over the situation.

With a breathless whimper, Chris’ hand slid inside your nightgown, tightly gripping on your thigh as you completely sat on his lap in a silent answer; now that you were completely pressed against his body, you could feel that he was already hard. You knew Chris loved you, you knew Chris desired you, but still, knowing that only you could reduce him in that state made you feel incredibly powerful; knotting your hand in his hair, you connected your lips at the same time you hesitantly grinded on him, swallowing with your mouth the surprised moan that escaped your lover’s lips.

Chris eagerly returned the kiss with fervour, and it quickly turned into a passionate make out session, your body shaking lightly anytime you felt Chris’ fangs graze on your skin.

«I want to be yours, Chris,» you murmured against his lips, as he effortlessly rolled you on the bed, so that he was on top of you.

«You already are,» he murmured back, tilting his head just enough to deepen your steamy kiss, his tongue making you momentarily forget about what you wanted to say.

«No, yours… yours.» you whimpered, unsure whether what you were saying had any sense, but, in the moment you felt Chris’ knee spreading your thighs and his full lips closing on your lower lip just to pull on it as his head drew back, you swore you were about to lose all the traces of sanity you had.

The thing was: earlier, you didn’t have enough courage to confess him that you wanted him to turn you, but somehow, the feeling of Chris’ erection pressed against your inner thigh made you think that it was definitely the best moment in the world to ask your boyfriend - which happened to be a vampire, to turn you into one as well.

It was like you could hear the imaginary gears inside Chris’ head spinning as he gradually slowed down the pace of his kisses. What were movements purely driven by lust were now once again gentle, unsure and tender movements.

«What are you asking about, exactly?» Chris asked, kiss lips in moving on the side of your  neck; you took a big sigh, circling his waist with your arms.

«I want to stay with you,» you confessed, unsure on which words you should use, «for eternity.»

Chris’ body tensed up, and he slowly pulled away from you in order to sit back up, balancing himself on his ankles, he run a hand through his already messy hair, before eventually caressing your thighs in a loving manner.

«Are you sure about what you’re asking?» Chris mumbled, his red crimson eyes burning into yours, and immediately you nodded, sitting up as well.

«I spent a lot of time thinking about it. I’ve been selfish, and yet, you still waited for me.» you explained, holding his gaze, «I don’t want you to suffer again, and I don’t want to be parted from you again.» Chris attentively listened to you, before eventually, his serious expression turned into a soft one, a gentle smile adorning his full lips.

«If that’s what you want,» Chris gently pushed on your shoulder, not enough to hurt but enough to make you fall back on the mattress, «Enjoy your last night as a human.» he gave you a sly smile, before ripping the fabric of your nightdress.

«What a show off.» your laugh was cut off by a surprised moan, as Chris’ lips closed around your nipple.

Chris spent the night worshipping your body; he made sure to kiss almost every millimetre on your skin, mumbling praises and confessions of love every now and then. You didn’t know how much time he spent with his head between your legs, but you were certain about the fact that you already came twice and your legs were shaking.

The feeling of his fingers and tongue working together to lead you towards another orgasm made you squirm both in anticipation and both in a slight different need. As much as you loved the feeling of Chris’ tongue repeatedly teasing your wetness, you kept growing impatient with the desire of feeling him buried inside you.  Chris’ lips harshly sucked on your clit as his fingers curled inside you, and another orgasm washed over you unexpectedly, your legs tensing up before weakly falling back on the bed.

«Can you come again?» Chris husky voice mumbled, kissing your now sweaty body all the way back to your lips; completely aware about the fact that you probably created a small pool of wetness under your lower half, you nodded, running your thumb over Chris’ plump lips and smearing the remaining proofs about the fact that you came not one, not two, but three times thanks to his tongue.

With a smile, Chris tilted his head enough to suck your thumb into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digit as he aligned himself with your entrance before bottoming out with a single thrust. Chris head fell in the crook of your shoulder, and you were thankful your thumb wasn’t in his mouth anymore because you felt his jaw clench at the point it sounded almost painful.

«I missed you so much,» you heard him murmur on your skin, and you gently caressed his hair, kissing his temple as a doubt made its way in your head.

«Did you ever-»

«Don’t even think about finishing that sentence,» Chris cut your words, lifting his head up just enough to look at you in the eyes, «I could never lay with anyone else,» he mumbled, shaking his head, «I would never.»

Even if you already knew the answer to your silent doubt, hearing those words from him made you feel incredibly better, and incredibly loved. Chris had started moving his hips in a slow pace by now, clearly holding back and being too concerned trying not to hurt you by being too rough.

«Show me how much you missed me, then.» you said, lifting your hips to change the angle of his thrusts just to make him reach a little deeper than before, action which earned you a choked whimper from Chris.

«Good luck.» Chris scoffed, his crimson eyes burning into yours as he was re-adjusting his position; from the moment he started moving again, you completely lost the ability to think due to how good you were feeling.

The fact that vampires were faster than human beings definitely came in hand; Chris’ movements were passionate, his fingers were alternating between stimulating your clit and your breasts, and his lips continuously made sure to leave an intricate pattern of kisses along the expanse of skin within his reach.

Needless to say, you quickly approached your orgasm, and as Chris felt you clench around him and gradually tensing up, he slowed his pace, but kept stimulating your clit with his fingers, just to bite on the side of your neck as you finally came with a loud moan.

The sensation of an orgasm was per se intense, but the bite of a vampire, somehow, prolonged the sensation as long as they fed from you; you were gripping Chris’ back, your nails sinking into his skin and drawing deep red lines, before eventually, you lost consciousness because your neck was burning.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up, was Chris sitting on the bed next to you, quietly reading a book; you groaned, rolling on your side.

Despite your throat was burning as if you’ve never drank anything in your life, you also felt like your senses were heightened; you could hear what the boys were talking about from different part of the house, the sensation unusual but definitely something you could get used to.

With a quick movement, you swatted the book away from Chris’ hand, not caring about it flying on the floor, and placed your head on his thighs.

«Good morning, sunshine.» Chris chuckled at the fact that the first thing you did as soon as you woke up as a vampire, was cuddling on his side; his hand brushed your hair, and you hummed.

«Thirsty,» you croaked, ignoring the stinging sensation you felt in your lungs. Minho walked in the room few moments later, since he clearly heard what you said; he stopped on the doorway, holding to large glasses filled with blood in his hands.

«Oh my God,» he sighed, «You look dead.»

«Yeah?» you retorted, quickly sitting up in anticipation of finally drinking something, «Go look yourself in the mirror.»

«I fucking hate you.» Minho laughed, incredulous, and you could hear the others – which were curious about when you would wake up but they didn’t want to disturb you too much, laughing as well.

The moment when Chris held you tight to his body without having to measure his strength in fear to hurt you, you knew you made the right choice.

«I’m sorry it took me so much.» you confessed, eager to learn everything about your new life and eager about spending it with Chris.

«It was worth it.» you heard him whisper, followed by a content, soft sigh.

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I know you didn't ask for all dis but I felt inspired so thanks :) I picked vampire since most folx do wolfchris.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴄʜʀɪs, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɢᴏʀᴇ, ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀʏ, ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟺.𝟷ᴋ

In that blurred state between awake and asleep, an unsettling jolt shakes you into consciousness, as if you were dangling on the edge of a cliff. Startled, you awaken on the couch, yawning and taking in the surrounding darkness. The paused Netflix series, interrupted by the persistent question, "Are you still watching?" lingers on the screen.

To be honest, you had long lost interest in the show, drifting away to find solace in the soothing embrace of slumber. Your weary mind, burdened by the irrevocable sorrow of losing your closest friend, sought refuge in the realm of dreams. As you glance around the dimly illuminated living room, you remind yourself to tidy up the scattered clothes strewn across the floor. Empty water bottles have accumulated like forgotten relics on any available surface, accompanied by a disheveled pile of unwashed dishes, a task that feels insurmountable in your current state of apathy.

It’s been exactly twenty four days, ten hours, and six minutes since you saw Chan die right in front of your eyes.  Time becomes your tether, an illusion of control amidst the chaos that now engulfs you. In the prime of his youth, brimming with aspirations, Chan was snatched away too soon. The bond you forged in college carried you through the vibrant years of your twenties, but now, as you approach the threshold of thirty, he is painfully absent, no longer there to mock your aging despite being a mere year your junior.

Chan would give you endless advice about issues that now seemed to be so petty and irrelevant, and when texts weren’t enough at 12am, he would phone you to try to get you to relax and go to bed, promising to destroy you in a good ol’ game of mario kart the next day if you’d get some rest.  He was wrong, you always dominated in mario kart, but the competitive shit talking would effectively distract you, which was the whole point.  You’d hang up the phone feeling lighter somehow, as if he snatched the problems right from your shoulders and cast them into the skies.

In the realm of forbidden love, Chan possessed all the qualities that could make him the perfect boyfriend. But destiny had other plans, tying him to a five-year relationship while you were bound in a three-year commitment of your own. When your unfaithful partner betrayed you once more, Chan became your guiding light, reminding you of your worth just weeks before his tragic end. As friendship kindled into something more, an intense love grew within you, surpassing mere friendship. Respectful of his relationship, you kept your feelings in check, even though you didn't truly care for Chan's girlfriend. She transformed from a cheerleader to an OnlyFans personality, lacking the depth you believed Chan deserved. But who were you to decide his path? Despite their arguments, he found fragments of happiness with her... at least, when their love wasn't overshadowed by bitter fights every other week.

Tears welled up, spilling over your waterline, as thoughts of him consumed your mind once more. Desperate to escape the crushing weight of guilt that enveloped you, you sought distractions, attempting to forget that you blame yourself for his untimely departure. His family held you responsible too, believing that if only you hadn't taken those shortcuts through dimly lit alleys after your bowling night, the mugging would never have occurred. It was in that moment, face-to-face with a hooded figure, demanding your wallet, that Chan's selflessness emerged. Without hesitation, he confronted the assailant, triggering a violent response. The stranger swiftly plunged a blade into Chan's abdomen, tearing upward through his fragile organs before vanishing into the night.

As his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood staining his shirt and spreading with alarming speed, you were rendered utterly helpless, reduced to screams of despair. With trembling hands, you pressed against the wound, begging, pleading for him to stay, to hold on, your desperate pleas piercing the air as you cried out for help. A cook on a smoke break nearby heard your anguished cries and dialed for an ambulance. He handed you a grimy towel, urging you to apply more pressure, even as Chan slipped away, inch by agonizing inch.

"I... I think I'm... dying," he choked, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, impeding his speech.

"No! You can't be dying! Don't you dare leave me, Chan! Don't you dare leave me like this!" you screamed, your voice strained and desperate.

He gasped, his lungs drowning in a sea of crimson. "I'm... sorry..."

Those were his last words before his body turned limp, the light extinguished from his eyes. You trembled uncontrollably, your body racked with violent sobs, cradling his lifeless form in your lap, willing him to awaken. It had to be a terrible nightmare, a cruel figment of your imagination. It couldn't be real...

Tears streaming down your face, you snatch a nearby mug and hurl it with all your might, watching it shatter against the wall. The sobs come pouring out, a torrent of frustration at the unfairness of life. How could it take away your best friend? You would have given the mugger everything you had, knowing that material possessions could be replaced, but not the irreplaceable bond you shared with Chan.

Without bothering to wipe your tear-stained cheeks, you rise unsteadily and stumble into the bathroom, flicking on the humming light above. The room comes alive, illuminating your trembling figure. In your hand, you clutch a bottle of newly prescribed psychiatric medication, its lid beckoning you to open it and plunge into a sea of pills. It's not the first, second, or even third time that you've contemplated consuming the entire bottle, escaping from this world altogether.

But then, as if echoing from the depths of your soul, you hear Chan's voice, a gentle reminder that pierces through the darkness.

‘Don’t be stupid, that won’t fix anything’

Taking a deep breath, you swallow the prescribed dose meant to help you weather the toughest storms. You tilt your head under the faucet, quenching your thirst as the water washes down the medication. With a swift motion, you turn off the tap and wipe your mouth with the side of your arm. Glancing briefly at your reflection in the mirror, you observe your disheveled appearance—a ponytail barely holding your hair in place, the emergence of weary bags under your eyes, a sight you've never witnessed before. The image worsens the pain within, reminding you of the toll this grief has taken. With a heavy heart, you exit the bathroom, your hand dragging along the light switch, plunging the room into darkness before retreating to the solace of your bedroom.

The bed lies in disarray, a nest of tangled sheets and blankets inviting you to seek solace within its embrace. Collapsing onto it, face first, you release a heavy sigh, shutting your eyes tightly, desperately wishing for a touch of magic to undo everything that has unfolded. Doubts persist, refusing to release their grip, leaving you questioning whether this reality is nothing more than a haunting nightmare or a cruel trance from which you are yet to awaken.

A tap at the window brushes against your senses, but you dismiss it as yet another figment of your restless imagination. The pills are beginning to take effect, gently lulling you into a peaceful slumber amidst the chaos of your bed. Another tap, insistent and persistent, echoes against the glass pane. Your mind races, reminding you that your apartment is situated on the fourth floor, rendering it impossible for anyone to be knocking on your window. Fear grips your heart, the notion of an intruder scaling your fire escape sending shivers down your spine. Instinctively, you lunge for your phone, intent on dialing emergency services.

"Don't do that!"

Time freezes as the unexpected voice reverberates through the room. Your finger hovers above the final digit of 9-1-1, your eyes darting up to the window. Darkness surrounds you, but the moon's radiant glow and the streetlights outside offer a faint illumination, revealing the silhouette standing before you, but the math still isn’t mathing for you yet.

“You’re not crazy, I promise.”

You feel yourself growing nauseated.  What type of sick psychosis is this? Was someone playing a trick on you?

“Let me in.”

Surely that voice sounds just like Chan, hell, the silhouette is lit enough for you to see the outline of his face, but your brain still can’t make sense of it.

“Y/N let me in and I can explain, but it still won’t make any fucking sense.  I didn’t have anywhere else to go just…please.”

His plea resonates deep within your being, compelling you to rush towards the window, swiftly unlatching it and pushing it open. Disbelief washes over you as you behold the figure before you. It's Chan, undoubtedly, from head to toe, but he's adorned in a suit that exudes an unmatched elegance, surpassing anything he ever wore in his human form.

"I must be going insane," you mutter, the words escaping your lips at last.

"No, you're not," he replies, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. Casting a glance around, he heaves a sigh. "Can I come in?"

Furrowing your brows, you find yourself utterly perplexed. “W-What the fuck is going on?”

"I can't enter unless you give me permission," he explains, his voice tinged with urgency. "And I can't explain it all out here. Just... tell me I can come in."

Your mouth opens, then closes. With guarded uncertainty, you finally utter the words that will forever alter the course of this enigmatic encounter. "You can come in."

"Finally," he murmurs, effortlessly climbing through your window. You watch in wide-eyed astonishment as he surveys your room. "Did a tornado sweep through here or something?"

Silence hangs heavy in the air as you remain rooted in place, your mouth slightly ajar. Chan settles on your bed, patting the space beside him. "Sorry, probably not the best timing for jokes right now."

"Are you some kind of ghost?" you stammer, desperately seeking an explanation for the inexplicable.

"You're incredibly stubborn, you know that?" he retorts, patting the bed insistently. "Just sit."

Reluctantly, you take a seat beside him, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He reaches out and clasps your hand in his own. It's chillingly cold, like grasping an ice pack pulled from the freezer. Startled, you snatch your hand back, inching away from him.  “What the fuck is going on?”

"I'm still trying to figure that out," he admits, tilting his head slightly and hooking his index finger under his lower lip, revealing a lengthened fang that stands out amidst his otherwise perfect teeth.

"You've got to be kidding me, Chan," you exclaim, struggling to believe your eyes. "Are you... Are you a..." The word hangs on the tip of your tongue, too unbelievable to utter.

"A vampire?" he finishes your sentence, his voice tinged with a strange mix of resignation and disbelief. "I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't woken up in the crematorium, lying on an examination table."

He looks down at his hands, as if seeing them for the first time.  “The mortician came in once he heard me freaking out.  He was so calm, it was scary.  He handed me these clothes, and told me I had a second chance.”

As you listen to his words, the medication begins to take effect, both soothing and disorienting you. Part of you believes that this must be a dream, a hallucination that will fade away upon waking. "Vampires... they're real?" you mumble, the words feeling unreal on your tongue.

"The mortician, the one who took care of me after... after that night, he turned me," Chan explains. "He told me there are others like us, vampires, including the lead cardiovascular surgeon at Greatview Hospital and many more scattered across the country."

You freeze, your eyes scanning his figure intently. "No," you utter, rising to your feet. "No, this can't be true." You repeat the words, trying to convince yourself that you're experiencing a psychotic episode, a figment of your traumatized mind. "I saw you die in my arms."

"I remember," Chan replies gently, his voice now softer and more reassuring. Your guard momentarily falters, accustomed to finding solace in his voice. “Look, I haven’t shown myself to anyone.  Not my parents, friends, anybody.  I didn’t know where to go, so I came here.”

“I still can’t believe this.  I took my meds and I’m hallucinating.” 

Chan raises an eyebrow at the mention of medication. “Meds? Since when are you on medication? For what?”

You stretch out your hands in front of you, gesturing dramatically towards the undead being standing before you. "I watched you die!"

"Can you please stop reminding me?" Chan pleads, sighing and rising from the bed. You instinctively take a step back, then another, and another.  “I get it, this is really fucking weird, but I’m trying to figure it out too, and you’re the only one I can trust to help me sort through this.  Please,” He walks towards you and you take another step back, and another, and another.  Chan’s eyes were pleading, and even as a human, you had never seen him so desperate.  It was pulling at you in ways you couldn’t understand.  “Help me?”

Your back meets the wall, and you find yourself mere inches away from him, lost in his familiar comforting gaze. Perhaps it's the medication surging through your system or the undeniable connection you share, but your fear begins to dissipate, replaced by an inexplicable pull towards him.

"Okay," you whisper, surrendering to the magnetism drawing you closer.

In that instant, he closes the remaining distance, pressing his body against yours, and his lips meet yours in a kiss that defies all expectations. This is nothing like the countless times you've imagined your first kiss with Chan.  Despite the unnatural circumstances surrounding him, he is here, in your room, kissing you with lips colder than anything you've ever experienced.   Chan was cold like ski vacations that turn into arctic nights with blinding blizzards.  He was cold like making snow angels in the remotest sundries of Antarctica.  And yet, against your heated warmth, it melded and melted you into a dizziness that made you wonder how someone could kiss you like this.  His scent evokes the desperate burning of cedar by humans seeking warmth to survive. He doesn't breathe, his stillness reminiscent of being stranded in the untouched frozen tundra. His taste is like the hidden depths of an iceberg lurking beneath the surface of the sea.  Surely humans weren’t capable of such otherworldly capture of the senses in these inexplicable ways.

He lifts you effortlessly, your legs securely wrapping around his waist, as his hand finds support on the wall. With graceful precision, he lowers you down the wall, gently laying you on the floor, making you feel weightless like a delicate dove feather. His lips part slightly, revealing the tips of his sharp teeth just beneath his pale, plush upper lip. You're captivated by the deliberate way he undoes his watch, letting it fall with a thud on the carpet alongside his jacket. His focus on undressing himself is almost ritualistic, as he meticulously undoes each cuff of his sleeves. Was he always like this, or did the blood of his maker course through his veins, influencing his every move?  The man above you existed twenty four days, twelve hours, and forty six minutes ago, yet he carries the essence of centuries within him.

“Have you drank blood yet?” you manage to breathe, your gaze fixed on his fingers skillfully unbuttoning his shirt. The question momentarily halts his actions, his eyes still locked on the task at hand. It's a brief pause, lasting only a second or two, before he resumes, his gaze now locked with yours.

“I haven’t bitten anyone.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“That’s what you meant, though, right?”

He looks down again, pulling his shirt from his slacks, the last button falling and revealing his sculpted shoulders as he works on his belt. Your heart races in your chest, the earlier ease dissipating. How did he know? You and Chan shared a deep connection, but it's as if he just read your thoughts without even glancing at your face. As your eyes follow his gaze to the golden, slender belt buckle, you can't help but notice the undeniable hardness that tents the front of his pants.

"The mortician who turned me... he said I'm not ready," Chan reveals, swiftly removing his belt in one fluid motion. Feeling the electricity in the air, you take charge and unbutton his pants, stealing the spotlight for yourself. "Your heartbeat fills my ears, it's so loud. I've been trying to ignore it this whole time, but it's like a pulsating drumbeat," he admits, his relief palpable as his hardness finds release, causing his head to tilt back. It's not just the longing he has harbored for being this close to you, although that's a significant part—it's the way you look at him, the way your pulse quickens, the hitch in your breath—it all makes him crave you, body and soul. He wants to devour you, if he's being completely honest. So he counts the seconds it takes to undo his cuffs, the buttons lining his shirt, hoping to distract himself from the thirst welling up in his mouth that he keeps swallowing.

"A drumbeat," you echo, your voice trembling. "But don't you love music?"

"I do," he replies.

"I thought you couldn't live without music."

"I can't."

"Then... we're okay, right?" you inquire, your hand running along the length of his hardened desire, the cool fabric of his briefs the only barrier between you and its icy touch. Your gaze never wavers from his, a silent plea for reassurance. You want to see the Chan who died protecting you; the Chan who would vanquish this version of himself, even if it meant embarking on a fool's mission.

"You won't hurt me, will you?"

He may not require breath for survival, but the sensation of your touch makes his breath audible, escaping in short, jagged gasps that his teeth can barely contain. You can see it, and you can hear it—the rhythm of his breath intertwined with the flex of his firm muscles, like woven iron beneath his pale, milky skin.

"I could never hurt you," Chan professes, his words laden with sincerity, yet tinged with a sense of unease. He wonders if he can truly bear the weight of that promise, given his newfound struggle with self-control. He captures your lips once more, as you navigate his briefs in a hurried frenzy, responding to his kiss with a fiery intensity. You strive to avoid his fangs, the smooth ivory points that pose a dangerous threat against your swollen lips. Your breath becomes heavy against his mouth as you feel him pressing against your entrance, teasing you with deliberate strokes, spreading slickness and igniting electric shocks throughout your body. Each tiny quiver you make when he brushes past your sensitive clit only serves to undermine his initial plan of taking things slow. Plan A was to resist giving in to desire, but that failed, so Plan B was to proceed with caution. And yet, you were compelling him to venture further down the alphabet until he had exhausted all his options.

Curiosity overtakes you, and you tentatively reach up to touch the tip of his fang, a tad too eagerly, causing your finger to prick. Your reflex pulls away, but before you can retreat an inch, he thrusts inside you and firmly clasps your wrist, bringing it to his lips. It startles you; you've never seen him move so swiftly, almost as if he had teleported. There's no escaping his cold vice grip, and fear grips your heart. You want to protest, to plead for your life, but the words elude you when he fills you completely, his strokes caressing your most sensitive spots again and again. He takes your finger into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the wound, cleansing the blood. In that moment, you sense a shared eroticism, amplifying his pleasure in a primal manner.

He must be on Plan D or E by now, but all semblance of order dissipates when you moan his name and rake your nails down his chest. "Please, bite me. Pretty please? God, I just... I need to feel you—"

Chan's body hovers over yours, his cheek pressing against yours. “Stop begging me like that–”

"Or what?" you challenge, your back arching, breasts pressing into him as your bodies move in sync and he ruts into you. The pace slows, intensifying the sensation, pushing you closer to the edge. It's like a row of slot machines aligning at the casino, anticipation building, and you're on the verge of breaking, so close, incredibly close.

“Shi–you’re such a fucking brat–” Chan huffs against your neck, taking in your scent.  It was like blueberries grown in the sunshine were in a basket underneath your skin.  He knew exactly where each vessel ran.  He could tell the difference between the pace of your veins and the race of your arteries.  Each stroke inside you sets his fangs throbbing with need, and soft, guttural groans escape him as he tightens his grip on your hair, propelling both of you towards the precipice.

"Chan..." You try to utter his name, attempting to warn him, to give him a heads up, but words fail you. You're reduced to incoherent babbling, your body spasming and your toes curling. Chan curses into your skin as his sharp teeth break the surface, sinking into your shoulder. He can't halt the inevitable rush of his bite, but he steers clear of major arteries. Regrettably, the bite is deeper than intended, its edges jagged. Once he withdraws his fangs, you feel the warm flow of your own blood cascading down your shoulder. The area quickly goes numb, sending tingling shivers coursing through your body, catching you off guard and propelling you into another climax. It's an unexpected surge of pleasure, enveloping you completely. You've witnessed stars in moments of intimacy before, but now your vision becomes veiled in ethereal auras, akin to cumulus clouds bringing tempestuous weather directly into your bedroom.

Chan's mind goes blank, his instincts taking over as he sensually licks your breast, tracing a path up your collarbone, and back to the healing wound where his hunger led to the mingling of his own blood with yours. Within seconds of savoring your life force, he’s filling you up, his dick buried inside of you as he pulls your hips harder and lets out a broken moan of release. The pleasure tears him away from his consuming desire to drink from you, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside you.

Finally able to catch your breath, you realize he was like oxygen, taking you to another world, albeit a temporary escape. But now, the metallic scent of blood brings you back to reality, a reminder of the way he ravaged your shoulder earlier. The carpet beneath you is damp and sticky, soaked with spilled blood. However, as you touch the area, there's no evidence of the incident on your skin.

"I think it's gone," Chan helps you sit up on the floor, examining the spot on your upper back. True enough, it's smooth, the dried stain of blood serving as the only reminder. "I don't know how, but it's gone."

You touch the area in disbelief. "Wow, it's like it never happened," you say, struggling to recall the intensity of the bite. Concerned for Chan, you ask him if he's okay, considering the overwhelming experience you both just shared.

Chan's expression turns uneasy, his attention abruptly drawn to the window. Confusion and worry cloud his features. "I think... I think I have to go," he stammers, hastily retrieving his clothes and dressing himself as if compelled by an unseen force. He buckles his pants, hurriedly pulls on his shirt, and stumbles toward the window, his actions urgent. You panic and follow after him.

“What’s happening?!”

"I... I don't know. I think I have to go. I just..." Chan collapses to the ground, clutching his ears, crying out in pain as images of the crematorium flash through his mind's eye. "I'll come back another time," he manages to say, raising the window, and in an instant, he's out and down the fire escape, disappearing into the whispers of the city winds.

#skz au #skz fic #christopher bang #skz x reader #bangchan #stray kids au #vampire bangchan #bangchan vampire au #vampire chan #skz vampire au #stray kids vampire fic #skz vampire fic #bangchan fic #bangchan smut #skz smut #bangchan x reader #bangchan skz #asks #skz imagines #bangchan imagines #stray kids imagines

[kpopcafeeee]

Taste you later- bangchan

Pairing: vampire bangchan x fem! Reader

Warnings: vampire bangchan, biting, mentioning of blood, size kink, kissing, drinking blood, smut, oral (f receiving), head, choking, begging, passionate sex at a little at first but then rough, a lot I can’t explain fr

Summary: your date cancelled on you so you sat alone in a bar all alone until a strange man but not so strange man came in and sat directly beside you.

A/N: it’s coming out really soon like you guys this better blow up or else jk but I’ve been wanting to make a story about big daddy bangchan (IM SORRY) with size kink 🤔

Story right here!

#bangchan smut #chris bang #bangchan stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x female reader #stray kids #christopher bang #he could do anything to me #vampire #send requests #kinktober #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #stray kids bang chan #he could step on me and i'd thank him #bang chris

[seorikkun]

bangchan, as described by my favorite chantual @ggthydrangea

#TwentySixHugsForBangChan

#bang chan #bangchan #bang chris #stray kids #jypartists #//// #val's gifs #wolfie #heyale #dreamytag #i dont want to talk about the vampire thunderous chan not being the right size i made these after work and i am so tired

[skz-fanfic-recs]

“you said you know my secret. say it. out loud.” “you’re...iron deficient.” “w-wait, what? I thought you knew I’m a vampire.” “you’re a vampire?!”

#skz #stray kids #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic recommendations #bang chan #kim seungmin #seungmin #skz seungmin #chan #seungchan #fluff #vampires #vampire kim seungmin #bangchan #skz chan

[chans-room]

Bc I have poor time management skills and depression how about a vampire chan spoiler while I tinker away at this monstrosity.

spoiler under the cut

It’s after your birthday, the last one you’d ever really experience, that everything goes from bad to worse. The day itself is lovely. You and your friends go out for dinner and you meet Chan at a bar for drinks. But the morning after, your friends send you pictures and you can’t help but agree; there’s something off about your boyfriend.

Neither you nor Chan are the focus of the picture, but he’s standing behind you, lurking over your shoulder, and he looks exactly like your friends described. He looks consumed… obsessed. And it settles on your skin in a cold sweat. It’s like something out of a horror movie. But the worst part is his eyes; they managed to catch the light in a funny way, the same way cats do. You can’t explain it but there’s a voice in the back of your head telling you to run. Far.

Update: completed fic found here

#fic spoiler #spookyfest #yes I know it’s November #vampire chan #vampire bang chan

[lilacmingi]

HOUSEGUEST

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Chan & Hyunjin x fem reader

Word count: 4,522

Note: First imagine on this account aaaaa I’m so excited! This was one of the first imagines I started working on for this account all the way back in September 2021. It’s inspired by Red Lights (obviously) and my love for vampires. I hope you all enjoy <3

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The black vehicle you were in rolled to a stop in front of a lofty mansion surrounded by trees that had shed their leaves, their scraggly branches looking like bony, needlelike fingers reaching out in different directions. The whole place had such an eerie feel to it you wondered if the driver had taken you to the wrong place by accident. You were scheduled to have dinner at a mansion with some businessmen, but you weren't quite sure this was the right one.

"It looks abandoned." You analyzed aloud after stepping out of the vehicle. "I don't think anyone lives here."

You turned around only to find that the car had pulled away and was already at the end of the driveway. Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. Seeing as you had no way to get back, you decided to at least knock on the door and see if anyone happened to occupy the home.

The place looked uninhabited and dilapidated. The wooden siding appeared weathered and worn and vines had wound their way up the front of the home. The boards on the porch groaned under your feet as you advanced towards to the front door, giving it a few knocks.

You waited for an answer, but didn't get one, so you knocked once more. Still no answer.

Why would you be scheduled to have dinner at an abandoned house? Could there have been a mistake?

You were fully preparing to walk away when the door slowly creaked open, a middle-aged man sticking his head out.

"Oh. Hello, I'm-"

"Y/n L/n." The man cut you off. "They've been expecting you. Please, come in."

The man, who you assume was a butler, pulled open the door, allowing you to walk in. He then led you into a dining room.

Like the rest of the house, the dining area was dimly lit. The table was draped in a red cloth and decorated with black candles, pearls and vases. Something that caught your attention was that there were only three chairs at the table; one on either end and one sitting in the middle.

"Please, have a seat." The butler pulled out a chair for you.

You thanked him, taking your place at the table. Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the gothic-style decor, noting how some items looked straight out of the 1800s. 

Two men emerged from the entryway and into the dining room. One was tall, slim, and had long, dark hair. The other had a strong build, a slim waist, and blonde hair.

Their appearances threw you off, as they both looked young. You wondered if these two were the people you were supposed to be meeting with. You watched as they each took a seat at either end of the table, the blonde on your left, the dark-haired one on your right.

"Hello. You must be Y/n." The taller one smiled softly.

"Yes." You nodded. "I am."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Hyunjin."

"We've been looking forward to this meeting." The blonde spoke up, his Australian accent prominent. "I'm Chan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"It certainly is." Hyunjin grinned.

"Let's get this dinner started, shall we? How about we bring in the appetizers?" Chan suggested.

"That sounds good."

He snapped his fingers and called for who you assume was the butler. Sure enough, the older man who answered the door minutes earlier came in with a rolling cart carrying three plates and two bottles of alcohol.

"Serve the lady first." Chan instructed.

The food and beverage cart came to a stop beside you and a plate was placed before you.

"Wine or champagne?" The butler questioned.

"Champagne please."

"Excellent choice, madam." He grabbed one of the bottles, popping the cork before pouring some into a glass.

He made his way around the table and served the two men of the house before exiting the room leaving the three of you alone.

The atmosphere was uncomfortably awkward. Just who were these guys? They were quite young and appeared to be in their twenties you assumed, maybe they're the business owner's sons. They had to be. That would be the only reasonable explanation.

Picking up your fork, you took a bite of the food that was served, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction. 

"So, Y/n, your family has done a lot for the business." Chan spoke up, cutting through the deafening silence that was hanging in the air.

"Thank you."

"We're both wondering, what are your future plans?"

"Well, I'm not too sure at the moment. My father has been giving me small tasks for the business, but I'm not so sure I want to take over."

"That's understandable." Chan nodded. "It's nice to have options."

"What about marriage?" Hyunjin inquired.

You were caught off guard by his question.

"Marriage?" You choked out.

You missed the way Chan glared at Hyunjin from across the table.

"Of course. An heiress to a large family business should be looking for a husband, no?" He raised a brow, taking a sip of wine.

"Well, as I said, I'm not sure if I want to take over the business." You decided to gloss over the marriage part, hoping he would drop it.

"And marriage?" He inquired. "A young woman your age should be thinking about settling down."

"That's a bit old-fashioned, is it not?" You countered.

"It is." Chan cut in rather firmly. "It's very old-fashioned."

Hyunjin glared sharply at the blonde across the table, the eldest's eyes narrowing in warning.

"You have a beautiful home." You spoke up, hoping to steer the subject away from marriage as well as loosen some of the tension that seemed to be looming in the air. "It's really nice. Though, it seems like a lot of space for just two people."

"Yes, it often feels empty here." Chan commented somberly. "All this space and no one to share it with."

"Perhaps I could give you a tour." Hyunjin offered with a charming grin, but Chan knew he had an ulterior motive.

"Perhaps after dinner we can both give you a tour." He cut in.

Hyunjin gripped the base of his wine glass in agitation, his patience being tested and pushed to its limits by his older counterpart.

"I would love that." You smiled, completely oblivious to what was going on.

"I should have said this earlier, but you look ravishing." Chan complimented, trying to keep the atmosphere amicable. "That color suits you very well."

"Oh." You brushed your hair back. "Thank you."

Chan swallowed at the sight of your exposed neck, his fingers curling as he gripped his knee in an attempt to ground himself. Hyunjin seemed to be in the same boat, looking as if he could pounce at any moment. Of course, Chan wouldn't let that happen.

"I apologize for being so awkward." You spoke up, shifting in your seat. "I wasn't expecting to be having dinner with the sons of the company owners."

Chan let out a short chuckle of amusement.

"We are the owners, love." Hyunjin answered.

Your eyes winded as a wave of embarrassment hit you. "Oh. I'm so sorry. You're both so young, I just assumed-"

"It's a common misconception." Chan cut in calmly. "It's no problem at all."

Though slightly embarrassed, Chan made you feel better, his tone holding no malice whatsoever. Reaching for your flute of champagne, you took a sip, your mind running through topics to talk about in hopes to fill the eerie silence that seemed to keep settling over the vast dining room.

Hyunjin's dark eyes were trained on you as you took a sipped your champagne, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he imagined what it would be like to sink his fangs into your flesh, his thirst starting to override his conscience. 

Chan leered across the table at his housemate with a stern expression on his face, silently telling the younger vampire to behave. They'd discussed this prior to the meeting, yet Hyunjin was going against everything they talked about. He could see the temptation on the younger man's face and the way he was slowly breaking down, succumbing to his thirst.

Hyunjin glanced over as Chan shook his head.

"Don't even think about it." He whispered under his breath just loud enough for his friend to hear.

Hyunjin merely rolled his eyes. He was always bad at following rules and even worse at controlling his thirst.

Chan observed his younger comrade, watching the way his jaw clenched, his nails digging into the wood of the dining table, Chan could hear the timber cracking under the inhuman grip of Hyunjin.

The eldest cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the dark-haired man and momentarily snapping him out of whatever daze he was falling into.

As dinner progressed, there was little talk of the business and what the future held for it.

Once dessert was served, Hyunjin's self-control was hanging by a thread and Chan was very much aware of that, you on the other hand were oblivious to quite literally everything. That's why when Hyunjin's brown irises started swirling with that all too familiar red hue that Chan decided to do something.

"Excuse me for a moment." Chan slowly pushed himself up from the table, giving a tight smile. "Hyunjin, may I speak to you alone for a moment?"

"What ever for?"

Chan's hand came down hard on Hyunjin's shoulder, clutching the fabric of his jacket.

"I think you know."

The younger male pushed himself up from the table reluctantly following his housemate out of the dining room, leaving you alone to wonder what sort of disagreement the two might be having. The entire time you'd been there the atmosphere was less than amicable, a tenseness accompanying the false friendliness.

"I have to have her." Hyunjin all but growled under his breath once the two males were well out of earshot.

"You can't. We talked about this beforehand."

"I just want a taste." He took a step forward only to be stopped by Chan's body.

"I won't let you."

"You want her too." He pointed out. "I can see it on your face."

Chan's jaw clenched in response. "That may be true, but unlike you I know how to control myself."

"Come on, Chan. I know you can smell her from here."

Hyunjin was provoking him and Chan knew that, but it wouldn't work.

"I'm going back out there and you can't stop me. So don't get in my way."

At that, Chan grabbed Hyunjin's collar, roughly jerking him forward

"I'm much stronger than you. I could easily take you. Remember that." Chan reminded lowly in Hyunjin's ear, though it sounded more like a threat.

The youngest's tongue poked the inside of his cheek in agitation as his eyes glared sharply at Chan who was really testing his patience.

"I said don't get in my way." He hissed, baring his fangs.

"Very well, then. You know what has to happen." Chan told him, his voice eerily calm but almost patronizing at the same time.

"Don't you dare."

"It's for her safety."

Chan stood over Hyunjin, chains in his hands, watching as his friend struggled under the restraints that had been wrapped around him.

"I hate you." Hyunjin spat.

Chan wasn't phased in the slightest by the harsh words spilling from the younger's lips only tightening the chains in response.

Hyunjin writhed under the shackles, his fangs bared as he tried to free himself. 

"Better not let Y/n see you like this." Chan taunted with a smirk. "She'll think you're a monster."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"I'd like to see you try."

Hyunjin jerked on the chains once more, trying to sit up, only to be held back. He let out a low growl, annoyed at his confinement.

"This for your own good, Hyunjin. I can't have you hurting our guest."

"You just want her all to yourself."

"Maybe, but I also don't want her drained dry by you. She came here for a business dinner, not to be our dinner."

With Hyunjin confined to the bed and the threat now taken care of, Chan slipped out of the room and returned to the dining area where you sat.

"Sorry about that."

"Where's Hyunjin?"

Chan let out a regretful sigh. "There's something I need to tell you about him."

"What is it?" 

"He's very dangerous. You shouldn't be around him."

"He is?" You asked, softly.

"Yes. You'd better stay close to me."

"Where is he?"

"Don't worry about that. He's not nearby, which is all that matters." He told you. "Now, how about that tour? I would love to show you around."

You momentarily wondered what was so dangerous about Hyunjin and considered excusing yourself, but Chan had such a comforting and welcoming energy you couldn't possibly say no to him.

"Okay."

"Wonderful." He smiled, offering you his hand. "Shall we begin?"

You took his hand and allowed him to lead you out of the dining room and into the massive living room, the couch and chairs made of maroon velvet. Upon closer inspection you were able to see intricate swirls and curls that were carved into the dark cherry wood lining the top of the backrest. A dust-free coffee table sat in front of the couch, a modern abstract art sculpture placed in the middle.

"The furniture is beautiful." You complimented. "Thank you. It was passed down to Hyunjin and I."

"You're lucky to have such beautiful furniture. These pieces are like something straight out of a castle."

"Ah, well, we like the gothic, vintage aesthetic."

Chan continued on, leading you to a study, then an art studio which he said belonged to Hyunjin. Some of his works were hung on the walls, most of them depicting landscapes and other scenery painted with watercolor or oil paints while others were sketched with pencil. 

You walked in step with Chan as he strode down the massive corridor lined with vintage paintings and vases on pedestals. You came to a stop, taking a moment to admire the plants. 

"Beautiful flowers." You commented, gazing at the vase full of crimson blooms.

"Do you know what the meaning of red roses are, Y/n?" Chan inquired.

You shook your head. "I don't."

"They symbolize passion, romance... desire." His gaze trailed over, eyeing you up and making you shy away from him.

"I see." You murmured, feeling your cheeks burn. "I need to use the lady's room, if you don't mind. Where can I find it?"

"Ah, of course. It's just down the hall. Turn the corner and keep going until you reach the door with the purple flowers beside it."

You responded with a quiet thank you before scurrying off. You didn't actually have to use the restroom, you just needed to go somewhere private to collect yourself. Both Chan and Hyunjin have been extremely charming and flirtatious since you arrived at the manor, this attention being something you weren't used to and it left you feeling a bit overwhelmed.

The hallways in the mansion were like a maze. Each door looked the same, making it harder to keep track. Even with Chan's instructions you weren't sure where the restroom was. 

The door with the purple flowers. You repeated mentally, looking at each vase that lined the hall, stopping when you spotted the violet-hued blooms, the only problem was the flowers sat between two doors. 

Maybe it's this one.

You reached out and twisted the knob, pushing the door on the left open, but it wasn't the restroom you found.

To your surprise, Hyunjin was splayed out on the bed, his lithe body wrapped in chains. He jerked on the metal restraints, growling as he tried and failed to escape.

When you entered the room, his head lifted, his crimson irises boring into you. You stepped back, startled by the unnatural and unsettling sight.

"Hyunjin?"

His eyes gleamed at the sight of you.

"Y/n." He purred. "There you are."

"I was just looking for the restroom." You squeaked out. "I got lost."

"Seems you have."

The way he was looking at you made you feel as if you were a piece of meat, prey that was seconds from being devoured. Before you could even try leaving, Hyunjin spoke up.

"Come closer." He said, his voice silken and sultry. 

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Chan says I need to stay away from you."

"Well, Chan's a liar. He's even more dangerous than me."

"What do you mean?"

"Come closer and I'll tell you."

You looked at him warily.

"Come on, Y/n. I won't bite."

Your foot moved forward as you took a step towards the bed, your heart pounding in your chest, hammering against your rig cage. Hyunjin could hear it loud and clear, his mouth watering as he thought about the delicious blood your racing heart was pumping through your body.

Everything in you screamed at you to turn around and leave, but something about Hyunjin drew you to him and you couldn't seem to stop yourself. You came to a stop beside the bed, making sure to keep your distance as you took in his restrained form.

"Come a little closer." He breathed.

"Why are you chained up?" You asked, ignoring his request.

"Lean down and I'll whisper it to you."

Slowly you began to lean down closer to Hyunjin, his sanguine irises seeming to glow as the space between the both of you diminished, then just before you could get too close, a hand reached out to grab hold of your arm and jerk you back away from the dark-haired male. You bumped into a firm chest, causing a grunt to slip from you.

"What are you doing in here?" Chan asked.

It was then that you realized it was him who had grabbed you.

When did he get in here?

"I'm sorry. I went in the wrong room." You apologized.

"You need to get out." He told you sternly, leading you towards the bedroom's entrance.

"I knew I should have locked the door." He grumbled under his breath.

"Y/n, don't let him take you." Hyunjin called from the bed.

You turned to Chan. "What's he talking about?"

"Nothing. He's not in his right mind."

"He's a wolf in sheep's clothing." Hyunjin continued. 

He was lying through his teeth. Chan was responsible and fully capable of controlling his bloodthirsty tendencies, but Hyunjin wanted you so badly he was willing to say whatever to get you to trust him.

Chan was quick to push you behind him.

"Leave." He demanded.

You took a hesitant step back, watching the way his eyes never left Hyunjin's, the two glaring at each other with such anger, it permeated the air. In that moment, you could have sworn you saw Chan's eyes flash the same crimson hue as Hyunjin's.

You slowly started backing towards the door, the animosity so palpable it was nearly suffocating you. Your hand reached for the doorknob.

"Don't leave."

It was Hyunjin that spoke.

"Stay and watch the show."

You turned to see a dark and amused smirk on his face. Chan grabbed him by the collar, the chains jingling in response to his harsh actions.

"I can't believe you." He growled. "This was supposed to be a civil dinner and you can't go five minutes without thinking about feeding."

Feeding?

"You wouldn't have to worry about that if you just let me do what I wanted. You're always getting in the way!" Hyunjin hissed, two sharp fangs on display making you gasp, your back hitting the door as you stepped further away from the two.

"Well, when letting you do what you want could cause harm to our dinner guest, I have to step in and intervene."

"I wasn't going to kill her. I just wanted a taste."

"What's going on?" You finally asked, having had enough of this odd behavior.

There was something that you didn't know and you hated that they were arguing as if you weren't standing right there in the room. Not only that, but you were starting to get scared and wondered if you were in danger.

"I didn't want it to come to this." Chan sighed, turning towards you, his irises matching Hyunjin's. "Unfortunately, you've walked into a house of vampires."

Your body went cold, limbs going numb as you felt the blood drain from your face.

Vampires.

As outlandish and impossible as it sounded, it made sense. The eerie vibe that seemed to loom over the mansion, the antique decor inside, Hyunjin's glowing red eyes, and both boys' odd behavior. It all added up. You knew the truth, but you couldn't seem to process it.

"Look, you've scared her." Hyunjin remarked from his restrained position.

"You're the one who scared her." Chan snapped, agitated at his younger housemate for ruining the evening.

Out of all the questions and phrases swarming around your jumbled and confused mind, the words that came out were, "I need to leave."

Before you could even reach for the doorknob, Chan was standing before you, stopping you from doing anything.

"Not so fast."

You stiffened, fearing the thought of what he might do to you and what he was capable of.

"You can't leave without letting me explain."

"Then explain."

Chan gave a glance to Hyunjin before pulling you out of the room, ignoring the younger vampire's protests as he did so.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He apologized once you were standing out in the hallway.

You didn't respond, instead taking a step away from Chan in hopes to put a little distance between the both of you.

"Despite what you saw, Hyunjin knows how to control himself. However, some days are a struggle—especially today. I had to chain him up in order to keep him from doing something stupid. Our plan was to have a nice meal with you and discuss business."

"You didn't exactly do that."

"No, and I blame Hyunjin for that. He was getting way off topic earlier."

Though Chan seemed to be the most level-headed between the two, you didn't want to let your guard down completely. After all, these are vampires you're dealing with. If there was some truth in those not-so-fictitious stories, then Chan and Hyunjin's kind were very persuasive.

"You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

It was a stupid question to ask. He could very easily lie and say he would never lay a finger on you.

Chan seemed taken aback at your inquiry, his expression showing the slight offense he had taken due to the query. "No. Of course not."

You studied his features, gazing warily into his crimson irises. He could sense your unease and was quick to return to his normal appearance, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were.

"I promise. You have my word, Y/n."

A beat passed before you nodded. "Alright."

You hoped you wouldn't regret that.

He took a single step forward and it took everything in you not to back away.

"I didn't even ask if you were okay." He tilted his head to the side, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek as he scanned your face, concern etched onto his alluringly handsome features.

You had to admit, despite knowing Chan and Hyunjin were both vampires, you couldn't deny the fact that they were both incredibly good-looking and charming. 

They could drain you dry in less than a minute. A voice in your head reminded you.

But the way Chan's thumb dragged along your bottom lip so delicately was making you think differently.

Hyunjin, who was just on the other side of the door, could hear how fast your heart was beating. He jerked on the chains in another failed attempt to break or loosen them, growling in agitation when they didn't budge, only rattling due to his abrupt movements.

"I know what you're doing!" He yelled from inside. "You want her all to yourself!"

"I would suggest continuing the tour of the mansion, but I think it's best we send you home." Chan mentioned, dropping his hand from your face, choosing to ignore his younger counterpart's comments from inside the room.

Home. You liked the sound of that.

This day had been far too strange for your liking.

"What about him?" You asked.

"I'll deal with him later. A blood bag is all he needs to calm him down."

The mention of the bodily fluid made the corner of your mouth twitch downward in distaste. He spoke about it so casually as if it was a normal thing—well, for them it was.

"Follow me." Chan extended his hand, but you didn't take it.

He slowly retracted his outstretched palm, resting his hands behind his back and striding down the hallway.

Back in the living room, Chan offered you a seat on the sofa. You obliged, keeping your hands folded in your lap and your eyes fixed on the floor. The feeling of the couch cushion sinking next to you grabbed your attention. Sitting right beside you on the sofa was Chan, his deep brown eyes gazing at you, scanning over your features.

He brought his hand up to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek, a gentle smile on his full lips, which you noticed were incredibly pretty.

"I'm glad you're okay, my sweet."

The term of endearment made your heart flip despite being on edge around him.

Your gaze stayed locked on Chan as he leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss just underneath your ear, hesitant in his actions as if to test the waters. Your mind screamed danger but you couldn't seem to move away. You wondered if he was capable of compelling people like the movies depict or if he was just that charming.

His kisses moved further down your neck, nearing your carotid artery. Your breath hitched in response, worried of what his true intentions were.

"I won't hurt you." He assured gently, pressing another kiss to your skin.

The sound of a car horn outside made Chan pull away. He got to his feet and moved over to see who it was.

"Oh." Chan peered out the window. "Looks like your ride is here."

Though he proved to not be a threat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"I should go, then." You responded, keeping your voice even so as not to give away how eager you were to leave the mansion.

Despite your efforts to appear calm, Chan could hear how rapidly your heart was racing and he knew it wasn't from the kiss.

He led you over to the front entrance and allowed you to step outside where you muttered a goodbye over your shoulder and got inside the car, not closing the door just yet.

"Come back soon, yeah?" Chan grinned, waving at you from the doorway.

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Light in the Dark

Chapter 1 - The Bar, the Boy and the Bookstore

Parings: Chan x Female Reader Series: Creatures of Chaos -Part 1 Word Count: 4.9k Genre: Romance, vampire au, Fluff, Angst, Warnings: Swearing, supernatural themes, suggestive themes

You knew the fairy tales were true, you knew Oddinaries existed but you also knew you were an ordinary human who wasn't considered interesting to anyone. At least that is what you thought you knew.

"The night is dark and full of horrors!" your grandmother prophesied ominously as you finished adjusting your hair in the hallway mirror. Your had spent the last half an hour getting ready for a night out with some friends and as normal she had flitted about spilling out worries of curses and ill deeds. Rolling your eyes at your reflection you continued smoothing your hair in the dim hallway light.

"Dark and full of horrors" she wailed this time far more dramatically.

"That's what happens at night Grandma it gets dark" you muttered back as your phone pinged to let you know your bestie Mimi was down stairs. I'll be home later grandma, love you" she warily smiled as she gripped your hand tightly before letting go for you to leave.

Your grandmother had lived with you all of your life and although you loved her so dearly she did sound like a medieval crone the way she endlessly worried about curses, "evil" supernatural creatures and magic. It had gotten worse recently even though, the Unveiling an event which lead to the revelation that many of the beings believed to be only works of folklore actually existed, had occurred some 50 years earlier. It had been a whirlwind of change as society began to accept Fae Folk, Elves and alike which had profited your family greatly in the end. Her concern had always been with the beings considered to be evil in nature, even though you had never met a being who you would have considered evil, she was terrified of Vampires, Werewolves and anything she deemed to be a Demon in disguise. But she was your grandmother and she had helped care for you since you were a baby and she did after all make the best tea and cakes you had ever eaten.

Getting in the cab waiting at the curbside you smiled brightly at your best friend before whisking away to the new bar that had opened just a few suburbs over. A few drinks, some dancing and a good catch up was just what you needed on a Friday night to unburden all the mundane week woes that Mimi always seemed to have had. Mimi had started a new job a few month ago so she was still having issues with her new co workers some of which were not human, you were still only working at a small bookstore that your family had owned for generations, plus the endless worry of both your families about you.

The new bar which Mimi had discovered was called Ordinary, a strange name for a bar you thought, and it was pumping when you pulled up lively music spilling out onto the street the neon red and green signage throwing patterns across the entrance. Grinning to yourselves you and Mimi quickly found two places at the end of the long bar and ordered your drinks chatting about anything and everything you began to feel the stress of your week fading.

"I'm having so much trouble with the Fae I work with she is so cold to me I don't know what to do" Mimi complained sighing dramatically

"Have you tried looking up what her culture is like? I mean you might be doing something offensive and you wouldn't even know if you don't try to figure it out" You replied trying to defuse her inevitable dramatic outburst. Having worked at your family's bookstore for the past few years while you were still studying had given you a far greater understanding of other beings. You had made friendly acquaintances with several witches, a few Fae Folk, an extremely sweet Elven girl and even an old and seemly grumpy warlock, named Aloysius, who often had you scouring tomes for hour looking for exactly what he wanted.

"I guess but why would you want to work in our world if your going to be sensitive about things?" Mimi frowned oblivious to how obnoxious she sounded

"Because she probably needs to pay her bills just like everyone else. I mean Mimi, come on it's not that hard to be nice" you lectured softly knowing that Mimi was just frustrated with her job not her co-workers. She sighed dramatically before slipping from the bar stool

"Bathroom break I'll be back" Mimi announced loudly giggling you finished your drink before opening your phone to go through your socials. That was when you felt someone was watching you. Looking around subtly you couldn't see anyone showing any interest in you but still you couldn't shake the feeling someone was staring at you.

It was just another night the boys had dragged him along to a new bar hoping to find an easy hook up or two to fill their time and he was going to be bored again. The new bar, Changbin had assured him catered to their kinds, it was run by another vampire or perhaps he had said warlock and had a secret entrance to a seperate section that would give them freedom and anonymity towards the back of the bar beyond the bathrooms and kitchen entrances. But for now they stayed in the front, the acceptable section, Hyunjin had called it at some point watching the clientele that would potentially become their late night entertainment.

Babysitting his brothers was how he usually referred to these trips out. Stopping Jeongin and Han getting too over excited, keeping Minho in a good mood if he even came along, keeping Changbin's anger in check and very occasionally fishing Hyunjin and Felix out of trouble if they tried to make a move on a taken human. It was tiring and often more trouble than it was worth but he loved his boys and would put up with just about anything to make them happy.

He had only been there for a couple of hours watching as the boys either danced with humans or drank in the booth they had acquired with him. His interest had been peaked though when the thought he saw a flash of a design that seemed familiar to him it had appeared in a gap in the crowd. He scanned the bar with his eyes lazily until they landed on an ordinary looking human girl with cropped hair sitting with another girl at the bar. She didn't appear anything other than an ordinary to his eyes except for the small design that adorned the pendant sitting at her throat. The longer he watched her the more he was convinced that it was in fact a Vega symbol surrounded by small rose branches. It had been many hundreds of years since he had seen that symbol anywhere let alone anyone wearing it out in the open.

Still unable to shake the feeling you were being watched you glanced around the bar hoping to discover the source of the increasing uncomfortable feeling running up your spine. Turning slightly further to your right your eyes met a pair of deep dark ones belonging to an attractive guy on the other side on the room tilting his head slightly in greeting and smiling softly once he realised he had been caught staring you smiled quickly blushing before turning back to the bar as Mimi returned. You continued chatting as the handsome stranger observed you his blatant stare feeling less uncomfortable and more flattering as time wore on. After all you were with a friend you didn't feel unsafe. After another few drinks you checked the time and realised you would need to get home so that you could get to work on time in the morning

I think I've had enough for one night Mimi I'm going to head home" you almost shouted over the music "do you want to share a cab?"

"I think I might stay" Mimi shouted back "there are a few girls over there that I know from the gym I might just stay with them" you nodded and walked her over to the booth she mentioned promising to text her later as she settled in you waved goodbye and made your way outside to head home.

"You know if you spoke to her instead of staring you might actually have a good time" Hyunjin chuckled sitting down across the booth from Chan.

"It's not like you would strike out either she blushed when she saw you and not in an 'uncomfortable how do I react' sort of way more in a 'I think he's attractive way' " Felix agreed knocking back his drink in one gulp.

"Shut up" Chan grumbled into his drink as he watched you walk over to a booth of girls that had been eyeing Felix and Hyunjin all night.

"Oh if she is staying with them you could dance with her!" Han bounced excitedly as he teased Chan "the one with the braid has her eye on Hyunjin and the girl with the fringe is interested in Felix"

"How could she not be interested in me "Hyunjin smirked sending a flirty look to the booth.

"Again for the love of god shut up" Chan groaned this time fighting the urge to cover his face.

"I wouldn't worry about it hyung" Jeongin murmured "she's not staying with them" watching glancing quickly back to his drink.

Chan's eyes shot up to your retreating figure as you appeared to be making for the exit. Letting go of a breath he didn't realise he was holding he watched you leave and get into one of the taxis waiting out the front. He knew he had missed his chance but he was also relieved he couldn't quite remember what exactly that symbol handing from your rather alluring your neck meant and he wanted to know that before he approached you and he would approach you eventually he had heard enough of your conversation with your friend, thank you supernatural hearing, to know how to find you again.

"Her friend is staying though if that helps" Jeongin continued still unsure if Chan was even listening. Chan nodded slowly thinking over what he would even say to your friend if he was to speak to her. I seemed to be the height of poor manners to show interest in a woman to just ask her about her friends at least in his book his brothers had much looser feelings about morality now that they were more out in the open but Chan had always viewed himself more traditional, even if it was probably just because of his age.

Still mulling over what to do he noticed that Hyunjin, Felix and Changbin had taken to the dancefloor with some of the girls he watched as they made them blush and flirt back wishing he was less awkward. Han, however, had come up with an idea when Changbin returned to the booth for another round Han had started whispering to him frantically while subtly gesturing to the girls on the dance floor.

Saturday mornings were usually pretty dead for you so early in the morning so you took your time with opening the bookstore on weekends. Pulling up the shutters and unlocking the door you began to ready the store for any customers who, probably wouldn't, but may appear. It was clear this morning although the weather crisp it made for a lovely view of the street as you busied yourself dusting the endless rare books that your family always managed to acquire and straightening the new more mainstream books. The bell above the door chimed surprising you slightly as no one normally came in before lunch

"You here babes? I bought you coffee" Mimi called out sweetly making a beeline for the counter. You lent over the upper floor railing to see her still in the clothes from last night.

"So I'm assuming you had a very good night then? You didn't even answer my got home safe text. Does it count as a walk of shame if you go to a book store instead of your house?"

"I have so much to tell you" Mimi grinned, you rolled your eyes and shook your head at her before taking a long sip of the glorious coffee in front of you waiting for her to continue. "So his name is Changbin and he is drop dead gorgeous. He wouldn't confirm it but I'm pretty sure he wasn't fully human he was far too strong not to mention how rough he could be if he wanted to" you screwed up your face but she continued anyway "he had such handsome friends too Keiko hooked up with this guy who looked like he was sculpted by the gods. A few of them were definitely halfers and there was one guy that had seemed interested in you but you left before he could introduce himself"

"You can not call them that! it's rude as hell and mean Mimi" you countered before she could continue with her details.

"Yeah, yeah how am I mean to describe them then? they definitely were not fully human too good looking and too smooth" she continued with zero shame. "And like I said he had a friend that you would absolutely like we could even double date if you wanted".

The bell on the front door jingled again and you quickly shooed Mimi away to make it look like you were not just gossiping

"Thanks for the coffee but you should go now I've got customers" you whispered waving before walking towards who ever had just entered.

"Good morning welcome to Hawthorne and Bramble" you chirped "if you are looking for rare books you have come to the right place if you need assistance please just call" you returned to the counter to finish your coffee before it cooled. The guy continued to browse for some time as others came in and out to purchase stationary or popular fiction.

"Miss?" a warm deep voice called to you from upstairs you instantly made your way towards to him smiling

"Of course sir what can I get you?"

"Do you have any books on folklore beings or magical beings?" he enquired in a voice that seemed to sooth like honey you felt your cheeks flush slightly at your thoughts of him. Before nodding and leading him towards the back of the store.

"All our folklore and magic books and tomes are here. The more fiction based books are downstairs. Is there anything in particular you are after?" your question stopping him momentarily as he glanced from the books on the shelves to your face for the first time giving you a good look at him. His features were incredibly attractive a small high nose, plump lips, pretty blue eyes and a sprinkling of freckles that dusted his cheekbones. His silver hair fell across his forehead making him look far younger than he probably was considering the depth of his voice. In short he was breathtaking to look at and you had to force yourself to avert your gaze back to the shelf to avoid him noticing the blush that was now surely staining your cheeks and neck.

"I'm looking for anything you have on vampires or vampire lore" he grinned cheekily catching on to how flustered you looked "The rarer the better to be truthful"

"I'm afraid we only have these four or five books that relate solely to vampire the others are all a bit more generally about supernatural beings" you tried your best to sound professional even if you heartbeat was going through the roof, pulling the books from the shelves he didn't even bother to look at the titles before looking back at you

"I'll take all of them then thank you Miss"

Nodding you went to take the books from his before he shook his head and indicated for you to head back to the counter he followed dutifully behind carrying all of the books you had mentioned. Placing them gently down for you to package up for him as he handed over a credit card to pay for them.

"Thank you for coming to Hawthorne and Bramble please visit us again" you smiled shyly as you gave him the handles of the bag of books "Should you need further books or older tomes I can have them sourced and brought in for you if it is possible for us"

"No thank you. you have been very helpful Miss…?" his bright eyes met yours and a feeling of calmness filled you. You answered quickly feeling odd that you would tell him your name so freely. You usually didn't have much small talk with customers you didn't know especially those who bought the rare books preferring not to pry or seem too interested.

"Well until next time then" he smiled almost too sweetly before exiting, before you had too much time to dwell on it though another customer entered and took your attention.

Stepping back out into the sunshine Felix grinned as he made his way back down the block to where Chan was waiting.

"Did you get all the tomes?" Chan asked slowly quirking his head at Felix's expression

"Yes I did I bought all they had…oh and I got her name for future reference" Felix smirked watching Chan stiffen slightly. Chan furrowed his brows before turning back towards their townhouse Felix trailing behind him with a bounce in his steps. The boys all adored Chan but he was so much fun to tease that they couldn't help teasing him nearly all the time.

Returning home Chan quickly returned himself and the tomes to his study, Felix had done well some of them were well over a hundred years old and although most were written by humans who had encountered one or more vampires one was written by a vampire. Settling down to read for the rest of the early morning Chan was hopeful to find what he was looking for.

Minho had heard Chan and Felix come home early usually none of them left the house before lunch so it had peaked his interest that his dearest friends were up to something but busied himself with making breakfast to pass the time. The others would be down to eat soon anyway and as the house warlock he had also taken over a good portion of the cooking duties as he was more familiar with each species Chan had inevitably brought home. All ate normal foods which made it easier to prepare but he could never be too sure if Chan would adopt a different more difficult to handle species. Cambion, Fae Folk, Pixies and Werewolves ate exactly like normal humans with occasional specialty herbs or spices that Minho could add Sirens tended to prefer seafood but Jeongin was never fussy since he was far too polite to ever complain or even request certain dishes be prepared for him and the average Incubi was easy to feed it was just Hyunjin who was overly fussy much to Minho's annoyance. The kitchen door swung open forcefully as Changbin and Han were the first to enter instantly taking their mugs of coffee that Minhon had already prepared for them.

"So let me get this right" Han started plopping himself down gracelessly at the kitchen table "you brought her friend home to hook up with her even after I asked you to get a bit of info out of her and she didn't get suspicious at all?" confusion coloured his words before he sipped his coffee

"Well first of all how could she resist this?" Changbin grinned flexing his biceps causing Han and Minho to fake gag "and secondly she was pretty tipsy and all over me I wasn't going to turn her down and I planted the idea that I had a friend with would be perfect for her friend to date"

"What and who are you even talking about? Is this about that girl who thought she was sneaking out of here this morning?" Minho asked faking interest in his friends love lives. Truthfully he didn't give a shit but if it made them happy he would support them and eventually one of them would have to find a mate anyway.

"Chan found a girl last night but was too scared to talk to her so Han and I thought we would help a brother out" Chanbin shrugged taking a long pull from his mug "I asked he friend some questions, bought her a couple of drinks then brought her back here"

"Chan wasn't scared he was just too reserved about it you know how old fashioned he is and besides he was hung up on something about her anyway" Han added defensively Minho had just about finished cooking when Seungmin, Jeongin and Hyunjin arrived each taking their normal place at the table

"I have never seen him this interested in a human before" Minho grumbled putting the last plate of food down in front of the others as Felix appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah he seemed far too interested to not do anything about it" Hyunjin agreed digging into the pancakes on his plate "I mean what if she had stayed and had hooked up with some other guy?" he trailed off watching Felix casually walk in and sit across from him

"That was never going to happen" Changbin interrupted scooping eggs onto his plate "He looked like he would have gotten feral if just some dude put his hands on her. I mean shit if she showed interest in any of us he would have been beyond furious"

"Good thing it was me that went into the bookshop to see her this morning then even if I did get her to blush" Felix smirked before shoveling cereal into his mouth.

"I'm sorry what the actual fuck?" Han yelped spitting toast and egg across the table "I did not put in all that time planning and getting wolfman over here to get info out of her drunk friend for you to sweep in and take the glory Fae boy!"

"You put in what time exactly? It was me who brought her home and got her talking before we…" Changbin started to argue

"Yes Changbin we heard the time and effort you put in" Seungmin sourly interrupted sarcasm dripping from his voice as he buttered some toast "Could we not be reminded over breakfast" Changbin grinned before they all continued to eat in silence for a few minutes

"Besides her name did you get anything else from your outing this morning Felix?" Minho tried again to get to the bottom of this human girl situation without the crude details from the others

"Nothing other than a few tomes on vampires and the fact that she is very pretty, she has brown eyes, she blushes a fantastic colour and he does in fact wear a necklace that has a vega symbol surrounded by branches although I'm not sure if they were rose branches like Chan said" Felix shrugged noticing the look of exasperation on Minho's face "Besides I know Vega symbols aren't super common in human jewellery who says she doesn't have a witch for a friend who gave it to her anyone like us would know that symbol is for protection. It wouldn't be too strange to think she got it as a gift or just bought it because she liked it, jewellery with ancient symbols goes in and out of fashion constantly"

"Her family has had that bookshop for ages according to her friend" Changbin interjected "Maybe one of the patrons of the tomes gave it to them instead of payment that used to be fairly common"

"Hold on her friend? have you not even remembered her name?" Seungmin teased causing a mix of chuckles and smirks to erupt around the table and a disgruntled noise from the werewolf

"Yeah two hundred years ago maybe Binnie but she could have befriended any of the long term customers that book shop is the only one to specialise in the kinds of tomes they have" Jeongin interrupted waving his jam covered toast "so it could just be like a heirloom or something she might not even know what it is except that it's pretty"

"Or" snapped Chan "you could keep from speculating about my damn business" He brown eyes flashing almost black in annoyance. Jeongin looked down at his plate blanching slightly at the look Chan had given them he didn't like angering the vampire especially since he had taken them all in when they needed help. Chan was a sort of collector of stray souls helping non human beings assimilate into society whilst hiding in plain sight to help them survive his kindness saving each of them from potential death had they been discovered. "Its alright Jeongin" Chan softened instantly seeing the young siren in distress serving himself some bacon and eggs "I'm not angry"

"Why are you so moody then?" Han asked hesitantly and softly "you seemed happier than you have been in decades when you saw her last night then this morning you looked like you wanted to rip apart anyone who spoke"

"Her necklace. I couldn't remember it even though I should have, that frustrated me more than it should have. I'm sorry if I was hard on you" Chan apologised just as softly being the head of the little rag tag family meant he nearly never apologised. His word was usually heeded as law and usually he was level headed but your appearance last night has shaken him more than he would ever want to admit. The kitchen was suddenly silent

"Did you just apologise? Chan? to us?" Felix spluttered shocked at this development

"I'm pretty sure that hasn't happened in three hundred years" Hyunjin teased eyes sparkling "should we throw some sort of party?"

"Don't make me take it back" Chan snipped suppressing a teasing smile "anyway I found that symbols like vega aren't that rare as you know but the surround of rose branches makes it rarer. Its a symbol of a clan that was around about 700 years ago they wore it for protection as they worked and travelled I'm not sure if hers is an original but if it was it would have words 'tenebrae finiantur in lucem' engraved around the edge of it. Did you happen to see anything like that Felix while you were making her blush?" Chan finished looking to the younger boy who looked like he was trying hard to remember every single detail about his encounter with you and not noticing the borderline exasperated look on Chan's face.

"To be honest Chan I didn't see anything like that but I also didn't know to look at it that closely. I could always go back to get another book and look at it to see if it did though" Felix's eyes shone hopefully trying to help his older brother however he could and talking with you hadn't been difficult for him he thought you were cute.

"What does that mean anyway? I know its latin but it's been a few centuries since I bothered to use latin" Segumin asked genuinely interested where this development was going.

"The darkness will be ended by the light" Minho answered easily flicking his fingers to vanish the used dishes away.

"Indeed. It was the creed of a clan of hunters they had families all over the world who specialised in hunting vampires, werewolves and demons to protect humanity. Although usually they themselves were not all that holy usually they were more dangerous than us. I would like to find out if she is in fact descended from them" Chan explained easily sipping his tea.

"Are you shitting me you finally take interest in anyone outside our little band of the damned and it's a woman who hunts our kind? have you gone senile? Chanbin exploded suddenly standing

"Chill out Binnie you will give yourself a hernia. Chan knows what he doing" Han immediately grabbing him by his arm pulling him back down to the table "besides there are no hunters anymore he said it was from hundreds of years ago"

"There are no more monster hunters" Chan reassured him "my kind killed nearly all of them and if she was one she did a lousy job identifying any of us last night or more importantly Felix this morning" the mood in the kitchen became pensive again.

"So are you going to ponder this forever or are you going to fuck her?" Minho asked loudly causing Chan to glare at him "what it's a legitimate question" he shrugged watching Chan closely and the others snickered

"Considering he's never spoken too her, stared at her for an hour from across the bar on a night out and has now sent Lix into do recconasance on her I would say no he is probably just going to stalk her until she dies of natural causes" Hyunjin smirked getting to his feet "besides I wanted to go paint in the park so I will be heading out today" striding from the kitchen into the rest of the house.

"I mean the haughty Incubi and cranky Warlock have a point. You do sort of seem creepy just staring and stuff" Han ventured running out of the room giggling before Minho could send some sort of spell after him.

Minho shook his head at the door the Pixie had just run through before turning his attention back to his older brother who was sitting looking intently into his tea.

"I'll go in tomorrow or Monday I need to see if the grimoire I asked for has arrived." Minho offered tentatively "besides if she saw you last night she might panic if you appear again so soon" Chan nodded sighing.

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Genre: Fluff/Slow burn

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Au:Non-idol/Vampire/Strangers to lovers

Additional info: Reader is Female and a human while Minho is a Vampire. Reader is visiting family during the holidays and encounters Minho throughout her stay an oddly amount of times. Stray Kids are a clan of Vampires. Mentions of Hyunlix.

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Ch.2

It’s been a few days since the bookstore incident and it’s your last day in town before you drive all the way back down to Seoul.

“Have you started packing yet?” Your mom asked you, busy making breakfast as you walked downstairs. “No, I still have the rest of the day to finish.” You replied, earning you a scowl.

“Ok, ok.” You raised your hands in mock surrender, making your way back upstairs to pack up what little things you have out. “What are you doing?”

Soomin said, peaking her head into the doorway of the guest room as you sat on the floor; trying to organize your clothes so they could all fit.

“Packing, why?” You answered briefly before she came over to sit next to you. “Umma is making breakfast though.” She yawned softly and that’s when you looked over at her.

She wore a white hoodie you bought for her for Christmas last year and a pair of black athletic shorts with fuzzy socks. He hair was in a messy bun and you could see the remnants of black from her mascara.

“You know how she is with time, she gets freaked out if everything isn’t hours ahead schedule.” You huffed and Soomin agreed with a small laugh. “Let’s go out and do something at least!” She smiled.

You cocked an eyebrow while tilting your head to the side. “Like what? You already dragged me to the ‘library’.” You snickered, using air quotes as she pouted at you.

“We still have your old skates~” she smirked, standing up quickly with crossed arms. “The ice rink should be open by lunch time, they moved it to the north side by the high school”. She explained and you deadpanned at her.

It had been awhile since you ice skated, and when you did try to find it at first it was only so you could see if it looked the same. Considering that it was torn down to be moved, it most definitely didn’t look the same.

“Come on! Just one last thing before you have to leave”. Soomin whined, pulling on your arm to stand up with her.

“Ok, ok!” You caved in, sighing as her eyes lit up. “Really!?” She smiled gleefully and you sighed once again before nodding. “Hurry up packing then!”

The ice rink definitely looked different, it was wayyy bigger now. The old one wasn’t even half the size of this, more like a quarter.

“See~” Soomin grinned, walking in next to you with her skates in one hand and yours in the other. “I don't know where they got the money from, but who cares.” Soomin shrugged her shoulders before giving you your skates.

You looked around in awe at the size of the rink and building as you followed behind her to where there was some benches so you could lace up your skates. "When did they move it?" You questioned, struggling a bit to slip on your right skate.

"2 years ago, I think." Soomin said, humming a bit before nodding. "Yeah, it was 2 years ago. I remember because that was the year we had the major snowstorm." You nodded as you listened to her, tying your right skate up before struggling again to put on your left skate.

"And when did you learn how to skate?" you asked, a teaisng smirk gracing your face as Soomin paused. "I haven't learned yet..." She mumbled and you placed a hand over the shell of your ear. "Hmm?" You asked, not quiet hearing her.

"I haven't learned yet.." She said a 2nd time, a bit louder and enough to hear her, but just to piss her off you hum again. "Sorry, what?" You grinned and she scowled at you. "I don't know how to skate yet!"

She yelled, throwing her arms up with annoyance and you only just laughed at her. "I heard you the 2nd time, don't worry." You snickered and she only huffed again.

You finished up with tying your skates and stood up slowly, she also stood up but in a snail pace with wobbly legs. You held your hands out for her and she immediately gripped onto your arms.

“Don’t you dare let go of me.” She said quickly, catching the grin growing on your face and you instantly rolled your eyes at her. “I’m not going to let go.”

You slowly walked backwards towards the ice rink, her eyes wide with fear as she shuffled her feet slowly.

Your feet met the ice rink and you slid backwards before having to abruptly stop as Soomin pulls you back. “Wait! I need a scooty!” She wailed. You sighed slightly.

“Go on and get it then, I’ll wait here.” You said and she whined at that. “But!” She started but stopped shortly with a grumble. “Fine, I’ll be back.” She pouted and slowly, like in an extremely slow pace, waddled away to the section where the skating buddies were.

As you waited patiently you couldn’t help but look around at your surroundings, noticing everything that was different from the last skating rink.

The support beams that instead of being 80’s neon are black, the old carpet that used to cover the entire floor other than the actual ice was gone too. Only a black rubbery tile there.

The light fixtures were big and round and there was many fake plants around the place.

It was a more homey and yet modern vibe to the place, it reminded you of how you are now.

You looked to your right, a few people skating by, including a little girl and a slightly taller boy. The little girl was helping the taller boy learning how to skate and it was the cutest sight you will ever see.

To your left, is a few more people skating this includes a few teenage couples fawning with each other. You were glad you weren’t in that stage anymore.

But if you were to look straight ahead, you’d see… Felix!?

No, that’d be too strange. Sure, it’s been a few days since you and your sister went to the bookstore but it was odd you were seeing him again.

This time he was skating next to a taller male, who even from far away you could tell he was gorgeous. He had long black hair, one side of his hair had a thick braid while the other side was just down and flowing.

It wasn’t incredibly long, only down to his shoulders but still pretty. They both wore bundled up sweaters and black pants, hand in hand as they seemed to be talking about something while simultaneously gliding with ease.

Soomin came back right then, her legs still shaky but she was little more confident with her skating buddy. “Are you sure you want to skate? When you were younger you used to just play in the arcade.” You asked, knowing that despite her wanting to learn, she wasn’t going to anytime soon.

“I would go play in the arcade… but, I don’t have enough money. I spent it all at the town square.” You sighed and took out your wallet. “How much are the cards?” If the arcade was the same as the one in the old roller rink then all you had to do was buy her an ‘all playing’ card and you don’t have to bye tokens.

“$25.59” she said quickly, flashing her teeth with a smile and holding out her hand. You deadpanned and handed her a 20, 5, and a dollar. “Knock yourself out.” You grumbled and she quickly sat down to take off her skates.

You made your way to the rink, stuffing your hands in your pockets to warm them up. As you breathed you could see your breath in the ice cold air, and without trying you catch the eyes of someone you least expected.

“Chan..?”

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Unwrap me

YN buttons up her shiny black new cape when the doorbell rings. She smiles to herself. Perfect timing. She opens the door, revealing herself to the vampire on the other side. Chan is dressed in an immaculate black suit sans shirt. He has one hand in his pocket, the other pressed against her door frame. As soon as he glimpses her outfit, his suave expression melts into surprise and he straightens: “Oh.”

“Do you like it?”, YN asks coyly, “I had it made after the old pictures you showed me some time ago.”

She turns slowly for him, accentuating the fit by running her begloved hands along her body.

Chan’s surprise gives way to an intense scrutiny. His hot gaze is drawn up from the billowing cloth around her ankles. His eyes follow her hands caressing her hips and breasts, and further up to her slender neck. He steps inside and closes the door, laying his own large hand along her neck, just above the velvety fabric. His thumb is right above her pulse. YN’s eyes are lost in his, until he speaks.

“Oh, my sweet, you have no idea what a gift this is to me”, his voice is a dark promise. His strong fingers gently press her jaw to the side, until her neck is deliciously exposed to him. He bends down, grazing his lips along her skin. “I hope you are amenable to me unwrapping you all night long.”

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