[50 B1A4 Fics Challenge] #3, #6, #33
003. goodnight ; cnu/gongchan
Words: 413
it’s not dongwoo’s first kiss, but it might as well have been.
it’s kind of perfect, really, how chansik’s hands fit right around dongwoo’s neck, his long fingers just barely brushing dongwoo’s hair. dongwoo has one hand around chansik’s waist, the other softly cupping chansik’s cheek, trailing a line along the younger man’s jaw. their lips move in perfect synchrony, as if this was something they’ve done before, something they’ve shared a thousand times.
dongwoo opens his eyes first after they part, and he relishes that brief moment as he watches chansik’s eyes open, those brown orbs half-clouded with both satisfaction and desire. chansik’s eyes dart down, and his ears start to take on a slight reddish tinge, and dongwoo thinks he loves him all the more for it.
he tilts chansik’s chin up looks deep into his eyes, and wonders how often this happens, how a person can get lost in someone else’s eyes and yet feel like they’ve found a home. because this is exactly how he feels right now, like a jigsaw puzzle that has finally been fitted with the missing piece. he’s amazed at how his fingers fit perfectly within the spaces of chansik’s hands, how their bodies seem to join seamlessly together, and the shadow they cast is not of two people but a single entity, as if sometime between the kiss and this, this simple linking of hands, they became one.
he doesn’t want to rush this, doesn’t want to push chansik too far. it’s hard, he has to admit, and he supposes his efforts to hold back are something to be applauded, because he’s never done this before, this not-rushing-into-things, but then again, he's never felt this before.
“goodnight,” dongwoo says, even though he doesn’t really want to leave and he never wants the night to end. “sweet dreams.”
chansik looks surprised, but quickly recovers and graces dongwoo with a sweet smile. “goodnight.” he goes in and closes the door, but not before dongwoo sees a delighted smile on the his face.
he really isn’t the type to do this sort of things, but something about chansik makes him want to do everything right for the younger man. it’s a shot in the dark, he knows, but somehow he feels it might actually be worth it. so he contents himself with the goodnight kiss and starts his walk home, not even making much of an effort to hide the growing smile on his lips.
006. vampires ; cnu/sandeul
A/N: er..i apologize. i was lazy and i just wanted to get it done and..yeah.
dongwoo should have seen this coming. no, really. he should have anticipated something akin to this happening, since that day about three weeks ago when junghwan came home from grocery shopping looking all green and gray and white at the same time, eyes wide as saucers, arms flailing and muttering about vampires taking over seoul and bleeding them dry.
(dongwoo just nodded, listened to junghwan’s rants and sent him to bed with a glass of warm milk to calm him down, assuming that junghwan would get over it the next day. he’s no stranger to junghwan’s quirks, just last month junghwan had believed the ahjussi living on the top floor was a leprechaun, because he was always wearing green clothes.)
he should have realized things will eventually come to this, because that’s what he does, he thinks ahead and anticipates things and talks sense into his flat mate before things get out of hand, kind of like the way they are now. but the claim had been so ridiculously far fetched that he just let it go and assumed junghwan would come to his senses sooner or later, because vampires did not exist.
how wrong he was.
but then again, dongwoo is very calm and rational and open to discussions, so instead of throwing a hissy fit and threatening to withhold junghwan’s snack privileges for the entire month, he takes a deep breath and goes for the more diplomatic approach.
“junghwan, what are you doing?”
“oh, dongwoo hyung, you’re here!” junghwan waves at him, and dongwoo pointedly ignores how happy he looks. junghwan turns to finish stringing a garland of while colored something around their electric fan stand then bounds toward dongwoo with a gummy smile, as if expecting a pat on the head for the job he’s done.
dongwoo looks around their shared home, quickly noting that every available space, every nook and cranny had either been strung or stuffed with garlic. garlands and garlands of white, smelly bulbs of garlic.
(dongwoo considers having a hissy fit right now, so help him, he really does)
“junghwan, why have you decked our house in garlic?”
junghwan’s very expressive face starts to take on a grave expression. he takes dongwoo by the arm and leans in to whisper conspiratorially. “i’ve vampire-proofed the entire place hyung, so don’t worry. i even put extra garlic by your window, since you know, he gets any ideas.” junghwan then crosses his arms, looking extremely pleased with himself. “he might think he’s getting away with it, but he’s not. there’s no way i’m letting him near you or me. now, hyung, be sure and put some garlic cloves in your pocket when you leave, okay? just in case, you know, you run into him or something.”
“junghwan,” dongwoo starts, and he lets out a world-weary sigh, because they’ve been through this before, like, every day since that time junghwan bumped into their new neighbor in the hallway. “our neighbor is not a vampire. he’s not out to get me, or you, or anyone.”
junghwan just pats him on the arm understandingly. “sure, sure. i see he’s got you fooled too, that tricky little vampire. he probably used his vampiric charms on you to make you believe anything and everything he says. but don’t fret, hyung, i’m here, and i’ll protect you. just go on living your blissfully unaware life and don’t forget the garlic, okay?”
“he’s not a vampire, okay, he’s just a regular guy-“
“ha!” junghwan jumps at this particular bit. “that’s exactly what he wants you to think! he wants to try and blend in and gain our trust, and drink our blood in our sleep!”
“junghwan-“
“no,no, i’ve got it all figured out, see.” junghwan starts pacing across the living room floor, back and forth, back and forth. dongwoo spots about three or more garlic cloves stuck in the tiny space between the bottom of the couch and the carpet. “he’s way too pretty to be normal. have you seen him, hyung? have you? he’s got flawless skin and expressive eyes, and his nose looks too perfect-everything about him is perfect! and that’s what tipped me off, because everyone’s got to have some flaw, right?” junghwan looks at him, probably expecting agreement, and so he mumbles something along the lines of yeah, maybe and that’s more than enough for junghwan, who launches down his list (literally, like, he’s got a piece of paper, and from where dongwoo is standing he can make out words like proof and vampire, and junghwan’s serious about this, he had never seen junghwan make such a comprehensive list other than when he writes their things-to-buy list) and it’s bulleted, no less.
“yeah, and he moved in weeks ago, right? but i’ve never seen him go out to buy food or anything. and hyung, no human can go out without food. he’s never out during the mornings, he’s never even awake, and his unit is really cold, like a refrigerator and he’s always wearing these stupid sweatshirts and turtlenecks with ridiculously long sleeves when he goes out. and it’s summer, hyung, he’s got to be blisteringly hot in those black turtlenecks, so why would he do that?”
dongwoo ponders whether he should provide his insight, or if the question had been rhetorical. with junghwan, it’s always hard to tell, and besides-
“i’ll tell you why, it’s because he’s a vampire. he doesn’t eat, at least not regular food, because he doesn’t need it, he needs blood. human blood, which he gets when he goes out at night. and he wears clothes that cover his entire body because vampires can’t stand the sunlight, they melt. or turn to ashes. or something like that. and, and his room’s really cold because-“ junghwan pauses to check his list. “well, i don’t really have an explanation for that, but all the vampires i know live in really cold places. it must be a vampire thing.”
“you know vampires?”
junghwan gives a shrug. “sure. i told you, i researched about this, hyung. i watched all the vampire movies they have in that video rental store down the block, and all the vampires in those movies live in cold places.” junghwan purses his lips and runs his finger down his list, once, twice, all the while muttering and nodding, and looking very proud of himself, while dongwoo grows more and more concerned about his friend's mental well-being.
“oh, and did i mention he’s good-looking? it’s because he’s a predator. everything about him invites you in-his voice, his face, his smell-"
“are you quoting twilight?”
junghwan looks delighted. “you know it too?”
dongwoo refrains from doing another eye roll, because he’s been doing it so much lately, like since junghwan started this our-neighbor-is-a-vampire-and-we-must-protect-ourselves campaign, and he fears he might get eye strain. or his eye balls might just roll off his face. or something.
“junghwan-“
“but i don’t know if he sparkles too, since he’s always swaddled in mountains of fabric.” junghwan resumes his pacing, and dongwoo tries to pretend it’s not getting on his nerves. he isn’t very successful. “i wonder if he can read minds. i hope not, because then he’d know that i’ve figured him out. then again, if he can read minds, he’d have said something by now, right?”
junghwan continues to ponder this while dongwoo retreats to his (smelly) bedroom for some much needed rest.
sometimes he worries about junghwan.
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it’s week five into junghwan’s anti-vampire campaign and all of dongwoo’s clothes already smell like garlic. the entire house smells of garlic, and it makes his eyes water, so he decides to put his foot down and end this vampire business once and for all, since junghwan isn’t showing any signs of getting bored with it.
(he junghwan still gasps in fright whenever he crosses their neighbor’s path, and the last encounter had been so mortifying dongwoo had half a mind to disown him or something to that effect, but that was sort of impossible when junghwan started clinging to him like a koala.)
“look, why don’t we just invite him to dinner.”
junghwan looks aghast. “hyung, why would you do that?”
“well, you wanted to prove he’s a vampire. so let’s ask him over and find out.”
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“junghwan, will you please stop adding more garlic to that curry, it tastes horrible enough as it is.”
junghwan has the nerve to flash him an innocent smile and dongwoo feels like scraping the whole plan, but it’s too late, the doorbell’s already ringing and he knows that it’s their neighbor, the one junghwan believes to be a vampire, the one that he invited over to dinner to prove otherwise.
“don’t invite him in.”
“what?” dongwoo’s hands are posed a few inches away from the doorknob. “but we invited him. i though you wanted to see-"
“no, no!” junghwan shakes his head. “vampires can’t come into a house unless they’re invited.”
it’s useless arguing with junghwan, so dongwoo opens the door to a pale man with a mop of red hair and nervous hands, and he mimes getting him to come in with a series of arm and head jerks that might also be interpreted as him having some sort of attack. their neighbor gets the message anyway and steps into their home. dongwoo leads him to the kitchen, leaving junghwan staring at their backs, eyes wide and mouth hanging in apparent confusion.
junghwan spends the entire dinner catching their guest off guard, probably expecting him to do something to reveal his real nature. dongwoo alternates between face palming and mentally beating junghwan up, because he’s scaring their guest, what with those out-of-the-blue actions like sprinkling him with water, and asking if said guest would like to see his wooden stake collection. where junghwan picked up those tidbits, he didn’t know, and after catching the ‘is he crazy’ expression on their guests face, he promptly decides ignorance is bliss.
it’s not until their guest says goodbye that junghwan is forced to admit he was wrong. the last resort had been to offer a particularly bloody piece of steak, but their neighbor declined, saying he’s on a diet, and the he prefers his well-done.
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“i don’t know why you’re so disappointed,” dongwoo tells junghwan as he puts the last of the dishes away. “he’s not a vampire. that means we’re safe, no one’s going to bleed us dry in the middle of the night.”
“but i was so sure!” junghwan whines, pouting as he stabs into half a pint of ice cream. “i researched those stuff!”
dongwoo pats his head. “let’s just go watch a movie, maybe you’ll feel better afterwards.”
“can i have another piece of pie too?”
“sure.”
but junghwan’s version of watching movies simply means falling asleep on dongwoo’s shoulders while the older runs his fingers through his hair, and not even ten minutes into the film junghwan is already snoring, burying deeper into dongwoo’s neck.
neither of them notice the figure standing just outside their window, looking at them with an amused little smile. a passing car illuminates the side of the figure’s face-pale skin, sharp features, red hair. the man smiles and his teeth glint in the moonlight, his canines noticeably longer and sharper. if junghwan was looking instead of muttering against dongwoo’s skin, he’d have recognized them for what they are.
fangs.
033. capture ; cnu/jinyoung
Words: 1,410
An old bronze plate hanging on the wall, Cell Number 0013.
Jung Jinyoung tugged at the metal chains binding his wrists and ankles, but it was useless. He was weak, he was far too weak, and the rough metal chafed his pale skin, leaving red angry rings, marks of his enslavement. It had been three weeks since he was brought in drugged and beaten within an inch of his life and dumped in this tiny one room cell, a poor excuse for a prison.
Three weeks since he had been captured, tortured and punished.
Three weeks since he had last seen the moonlight.
Three weeks since he had last tasted blood.
The lack of nourishment was the obvious reason for his weakness, and it certainly didn’t help that one of his captors, a particularly bulky and ugly-looking man, had enjoyed emptying the contents of his rifle into Jinyoung’s body. He felt each bullet tear his skin and pulverize his ribs, felt each kick and stab and punch, always a tiny step closer to death and freedom, yet always a tiny step too far.
Sometimes immortality sucked.
He knew the faces of his captors well. He had seen them through bruised and swollen eyes and his infallible vampire mind had forever etched them to his memory. When he gets out-if he gets out, his mind supplies wryly, because while Junghwan’s loyalty is commendable, his clumsiness is an insult to the vampire community and who knows, maybe the poor bastard had gotten himself captured too and was waiting for Jinyoung to come save him instead of the other way around-they will pay, each and every one of them.
He tugs at the chains experimentally and yep, that was a stupid idea, he thinks as he feels the chains dig deeper into his skin. He takes a moment to survey his surroundings because you never know, one of those humans might actually leave something lying around, something unassuming and seemingly harmless, but could be used to get himself out of this hell hole.
The reek of rust and death assails his nostrils, a foul scent that made him want to gag (again, curse his heightened senses that made everything a thousand times worse than it was to the humans). That was only to be expected, with the faces his captors had, he couldn’t really expect any of them to have sweet scented blood.
Except…
There was one among those offensive faces, a tall, round-faced, solemn-eyed boy who fit well into the background despite his size. Jinyoung found himself looking into the boy’s eyes, wide and frightened behind the large spectacles he wore and the boy stares back, unable to look away. The boy’s hand tremble and Jinyoung smiles to reassure him-which, by the way, his brain reminds him, is stupid, you’re the one being beaten up and he’s just standing there looking ready to pee his pants or run away screaming and he’s with them, he’s one of them and you’re reassuring him? He smiles anyway.
A boot then connects with his stomach-damn, that hurts-and about half his breath whooshes out. He takes small breaths to recover it, detecting something sweet through the thick, rancid air.
Cherry-chocolate, and maybe a hint of spring flowers.
The men file out, having exhausted their pleasure in torturing him, and the boy hastens to flatten himself against the wall, out of their way.
“Tie him up,” one of them barks. “Make sure the scum doesn’t get away.”
The boy nods and grabs some chains from an old box lying on one corner of the filthy room. He then proceed to tie Jinyoung up, shackling his battered body to the wall, careful not to touch any of Jinyoung’s cuts and bruises and wounds-tries anyway, because Jinyoung groans as the boy touches a particularly deep bullet wound.
“Sorry,” the boy breathes, and the sincerity in his voice is what makes Jinyoung open his eyes to look at him. “Sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m…fine,” Jinyoung says, and the boy grimaces, casting a pointed look at the various injuries decorating his body. “What’s your name?”
The boy’s eye brow rises nearly to his hairline and Jinyoung coughs out a laugh, blood bubbling from the corner of his mouth as he did so, clearly asking him how he could even be interested in the boy’s name with all he’s gone through. Jinyoung shrugs in response and tries not to groan out loud when the simple action send a white hot line of pain across his back.
“D-Dongwoo.”
Dongwoo’s eyes capture his own and for a moment Jinyoung loses himself in its endless depth before and a rough-What the devil is taking you so long down there, Dongwoo-reaches their ears and they both flinch and then Dongwoo’s warmth around his hands are gone, replaced by cold metal and Jinyoung is left to stare at the blank wall.
#
It’s Dongwoo who keeps him alive for the next few days. Little scraps of raw meat are slipped into his mouth and Jinyoung eagerly bleeds them dry, tiny amounts of blood being better than nothing. The men still come night after night, drinking and laughing and beating him up, celebrating his capture.
It’s Dongwoo who stays over hours after the drunk soldiers leave, attempting to heal some of his wounds with a smuggled first aid kit. Dongwoo has apparently decided that Jinyoung is harmless, and Jinyoung is both annoyed and irrationally pleased.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he informs Dongwoo one time. He’s right, and they both know it. The nightly beating goes on, and new wounds are added every day, so it doesn’t matter. And besides, he’s a vampire, the automatic cell regeneration is an enormous help, although the process is slow and annoying. He wants to ask Dongwoo for more blood but fears how Dongwoo would react.
Dongwoo nods but continues applying salve on a stab wound anyway.
#
Jinyoung isn’t really worried about the beatings. He’s used to it, and his body has become mercifully numb so he does not react to pretty much anything (which, he thinks, is what annoys the guards, they’ve only kicked him around a couple times tonight). He’s more concerned about Dongwoo. Just last night he heard a couple of guards talking about the disappearance of some medical supplies, and he wonders just how long Dongwoo can stay unnoticed.
He’s also concerned about his preoccupation with Dongwoo’s lips and shoulders, he had been staring at them while Dongwoo was attending to his injuries.
#
The next night Jinyoung finds out that Dongwoo feels the same way.
He figures it out halfway through the second time Dongwoo pressed his lips against his warm and sweet.
He bites Dongwoo’s lips by accident and marvels at the taste of his blood.
Cherry-chocolate.
#
Jinyoung is pressed down on the floor, and he grits his teeth, willing himself not to make a single sound as larger chains squeeze his body. Tears, red and thick run down the side of his face, and his captors’ laughter fill the room.
More needles are stabbed into his arms.
Jinyoung drifts, images of a smiling Dongwoo dancing behind his eyelids.
#
His captors discover that blood can make Jinyoung do a lot of things.
He writhes and snaps and roars, still tied by chains.
His teeth snag something soft and warm and he stops.
Cherry-chocolate.
Dongwoo, clutching his bleeding hand and staring at Jinyoung with frightened eyes.
“Tie him up,” he hears Dongwoo say to the man beside him. The man nods respectfully.
#
Every one is wearing white.
Jinyoung sits in the middle of a padded room, cloth binding his arms to his body.
Outside he sees Dongwoo wearing a white coat, large spectacles hiding beautiful eyes.
He sees Dongwoo write something on a clipboard. There's gauze wrapped around his hand.
Jinyoung hears a couple of words before he leaves, but the message is clear.
#
Two orderlies walk across the empty hallway, muttering among themselves.
“Same as ever, still thinks he’s a vampire.”
Another joins in, and they talk about just how crazy Patient No. 0013 was.
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it’s not dongwoo’s first kiss, but it might as well have been.
it’s kind of perfect, really, how chansik’s hands fit right around dongwoo’s neck, his long fingers just barely brushing dongwoo’s hair. dongwoo has one hand around chansik’s waist, the other softly cupping chansik’s cheek, trailing a line along the younger man’s jaw. their lips move in perfect synchrony, as if this was something they’ve done before, something they’ve shared a thousand times.
dongwoo opens his eyes first after they part, and he relishes that brief moment as he watches chansik’s eyes open, those brown orbs half-clouded with both satisfaction and desire. chansik’s eyes dart down, and his ears start to take on a slight reddish tinge, and dongwoo thinks he loves him all the more for it.
he tilts chansik’s chin up looks deep into his eyes, and wonders how often this happens, how a person can get lost in someone else’s eyes and yet feel like they’ve found a home. because this is exactly how he feels right now, like a jigsaw puzzle that has finally been fitted with the missing piece. he’s amazed at how his fingers fit perfectly within the spaces of chansik’s hands, how their bodies seem to join seamlessly together, and the shadow they cast is not of two people but a single entity, as if sometime between the kiss and this, this simple linking of hands, they became one.
he doesn’t want to rush this, doesn’t want to push chansik too far. it’s hard, he has to admit, and he supposes his efforts to hold back are something to be applauded, because he’s never done this before, this not-rushing-into-things, but then again, he's never felt this before.
“goodnight,” dongwoo says, even though he doesn’t really want to leave and he never wants the night to end. “sweet dreams.”
chansik looks surprised, but quickly recovers and graces dongwoo with a sweet smile. “goodnight.” he goes in and closes the door, but not before dongwoo sees a delighted smile on the his face.
he really isn’t the type to do this sort of things, but something about chansik makes him want to do everything right for the younger man. it’s a shot in the dark, he knows, but somehow he feels it might actually be worth it. so he contents himself with the goodnight kiss and starts his walk home, not even making much of an effort to hide the growing smile on his lips.
006. vampires ; cnu/sandeul
A/N: er..i apologize. i was lazy and i just wanted to get it done and..yeah.
dongwoo should have seen this coming. no, really. he should have anticipated something akin to this happening, since that day about three weeks ago when junghwan came home from grocery shopping looking all green and gray and white at the same time, eyes wide as saucers, arms flailing and muttering about vampires taking over seoul and bleeding them dry.
(dongwoo just nodded, listened to junghwan’s rants and sent him to bed with a glass of warm milk to calm him down, assuming that junghwan would get over it the next day. he’s no stranger to junghwan’s quirks, just last month junghwan had believed the ahjussi living on the top floor was a leprechaun, because he was always wearing green clothes.)
he should have realized things will eventually come to this, because that’s what he does, he thinks ahead and anticipates things and talks sense into his flat mate before things get out of hand, kind of like the way they are now. but the claim had been so ridiculously far fetched that he just let it go and assumed junghwan would come to his senses sooner or later, because vampires did not exist.
how wrong he was.
but then again, dongwoo is very calm and rational and open to discussions, so instead of throwing a hissy fit and threatening to withhold junghwan’s snack privileges for the entire month, he takes a deep breath and goes for the more diplomatic approach.
“junghwan, what are you doing?”
“oh, dongwoo hyung, you’re here!” junghwan waves at him, and dongwoo pointedly ignores how happy he looks. junghwan turns to finish stringing a garland of while colored something around their electric fan stand then bounds toward dongwoo with a gummy smile, as if expecting a pat on the head for the job he’s done.
dongwoo looks around their shared home, quickly noting that every available space, every nook and cranny had either been strung or stuffed with garlic. garlands and garlands of white, smelly bulbs of garlic.
(dongwoo considers having a hissy fit right now, so help him, he really does)
“junghwan, why have you decked our house in garlic?”
junghwan’s very expressive face starts to take on a grave expression. he takes dongwoo by the arm and leans in to whisper conspiratorially. “i’ve vampire-proofed the entire place hyung, so don’t worry. i even put extra garlic by your window, since you know, he gets any ideas.” junghwan then crosses his arms, looking extremely pleased with himself. “he might think he’s getting away with it, but he’s not. there’s no way i’m letting him near you or me. now, hyung, be sure and put some garlic cloves in your pocket when you leave, okay? just in case, you know, you run into him or something.”
“junghwan,” dongwoo starts, and he lets out a world-weary sigh, because they’ve been through this before, like, every day since that time junghwan bumped into their new neighbor in the hallway. “our neighbor is not a vampire. he’s not out to get me, or you, or anyone.”
junghwan just pats him on the arm understandingly. “sure, sure. i see he’s got you fooled too, that tricky little vampire. he probably used his vampiric charms on you to make you believe anything and everything he says. but don’t fret, hyung, i’m here, and i’ll protect you. just go on living your blissfully unaware life and don’t forget the garlic, okay?”
“he’s not a vampire, okay, he’s just a regular guy-“
“ha!” junghwan jumps at this particular bit. “that’s exactly what he wants you to think! he wants to try and blend in and gain our trust, and drink our blood in our sleep!”
“junghwan-“
“no,no, i’ve got it all figured out, see.” junghwan starts pacing across the living room floor, back and forth, back and forth. dongwoo spots about three or more garlic cloves stuck in the tiny space between the bottom of the couch and the carpet. “he’s way too pretty to be normal. have you seen him, hyung? have you? he’s got flawless skin and expressive eyes, and his nose looks too perfect-everything about him is perfect! and that’s what tipped me off, because everyone’s got to have some flaw, right?” junghwan looks at him, probably expecting agreement, and so he mumbles something along the lines of yeah, maybe and that’s more than enough for junghwan, who launches down his list (literally, like, he’s got a piece of paper, and from where dongwoo is standing he can make out words like proof and vampire, and junghwan’s serious about this, he had never seen junghwan make such a comprehensive list other than when he writes their things-to-buy list) and it’s bulleted, no less.
“yeah, and he moved in weeks ago, right? but i’ve never seen him go out to buy food or anything. and hyung, no human can go out without food. he’s never out during the mornings, he’s never even awake, and his unit is really cold, like a refrigerator and he’s always wearing these stupid sweatshirts and turtlenecks with ridiculously long sleeves when he goes out. and it’s summer, hyung, he’s got to be blisteringly hot in those black turtlenecks, so why would he do that?”
dongwoo ponders whether he should provide his insight, or if the question had been rhetorical. with junghwan, it’s always hard to tell, and besides-
“i’ll tell you why, it’s because he’s a vampire. he doesn’t eat, at least not regular food, because he doesn’t need it, he needs blood. human blood, which he gets when he goes out at night. and he wears clothes that cover his entire body because vampires can’t stand the sunlight, they melt. or turn to ashes. or something like that. and, and his room’s really cold because-“ junghwan pauses to check his list. “well, i don’t really have an explanation for that, but all the vampires i know live in really cold places. it must be a vampire thing.”
“you know vampires?”
junghwan gives a shrug. “sure. i told you, i researched about this, hyung. i watched all the vampire movies they have in that video rental store down the block, and all the vampires in those movies live in cold places.” junghwan purses his lips and runs his finger down his list, once, twice, all the while muttering and nodding, and looking very proud of himself, while dongwoo grows more and more concerned about his friend's mental well-being.
“oh, and did i mention he’s good-looking? it’s because he’s a predator. everything about him invites you in-his voice, his face, his smell-"
“are you quoting twilight?”
junghwan looks delighted. “you know it too?”
dongwoo refrains from doing another eye roll, because he’s been doing it so much lately, like since junghwan started this our-neighbor-is-a-vampire-and-we-must-protect-ourselves campaign, and he fears he might get eye strain. or his eye balls might just roll off his face. or something.
“junghwan-“
“but i don’t know if he sparkles too, since he’s always swaddled in mountains of fabric.” junghwan resumes his pacing, and dongwoo tries to pretend it’s not getting on his nerves. he isn’t very successful. “i wonder if he can read minds. i hope not, because then he’d know that i’ve figured him out. then again, if he can read minds, he’d have said something by now, right?”
junghwan continues to ponder this while dongwoo retreats to his (smelly) bedroom for some much needed rest.
sometimes he worries about junghwan.
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it’s week five into junghwan’s anti-vampire campaign and all of dongwoo’s clothes already smell like garlic. the entire house smells of garlic, and it makes his eyes water, so he decides to put his foot down and end this vampire business once and for all, since junghwan isn’t showing any signs of getting bored with it.
(he junghwan still gasps in fright whenever he crosses their neighbor’s path, and the last encounter had been so mortifying dongwoo had half a mind to disown him or something to that effect, but that was sort of impossible when junghwan started clinging to him like a koala.)
“look, why don’t we just invite him to dinner.”
junghwan looks aghast. “hyung, why would you do that?”
“well, you wanted to prove he’s a vampire. so let’s ask him over and find out.”
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“junghwan, will you please stop adding more garlic to that curry, it tastes horrible enough as it is.”
junghwan has the nerve to flash him an innocent smile and dongwoo feels like scraping the whole plan, but it’s too late, the doorbell’s already ringing and he knows that it’s their neighbor, the one junghwan believes to be a vampire, the one that he invited over to dinner to prove otherwise.
“don’t invite him in.”
“what?” dongwoo’s hands are posed a few inches away from the doorknob. “but we invited him. i though you wanted to see-"
“no, no!” junghwan shakes his head. “vampires can’t come into a house unless they’re invited.”
it’s useless arguing with junghwan, so dongwoo opens the door to a pale man with a mop of red hair and nervous hands, and he mimes getting him to come in with a series of arm and head jerks that might also be interpreted as him having some sort of attack. their neighbor gets the message anyway and steps into their home. dongwoo leads him to the kitchen, leaving junghwan staring at their backs, eyes wide and mouth hanging in apparent confusion.
junghwan spends the entire dinner catching their guest off guard, probably expecting him to do something to reveal his real nature. dongwoo alternates between face palming and mentally beating junghwan up, because he’s scaring their guest, what with those out-of-the-blue actions like sprinkling him with water, and asking if said guest would like to see his wooden stake collection. where junghwan picked up those tidbits, he didn’t know, and after catching the ‘is he crazy’ expression on their guests face, he promptly decides ignorance is bliss.
it’s not until their guest says goodbye that junghwan is forced to admit he was wrong. the last resort had been to offer a particularly bloody piece of steak, but their neighbor declined, saying he’s on a diet, and the he prefers his well-done.
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“i don’t know why you’re so disappointed,” dongwoo tells junghwan as he puts the last of the dishes away. “he’s not a vampire. that means we’re safe, no one’s going to bleed us dry in the middle of the night.”
“but i was so sure!” junghwan whines, pouting as he stabs into half a pint of ice cream. “i researched those stuff!”
dongwoo pats his head. “let’s just go watch a movie, maybe you’ll feel better afterwards.”
“can i have another piece of pie too?”
“sure.”
but junghwan’s version of watching movies simply means falling asleep on dongwoo’s shoulders while the older runs his fingers through his hair, and not even ten minutes into the film junghwan is already snoring, burying deeper into dongwoo’s neck.
neither of them notice the figure standing just outside their window, looking at them with an amused little smile. a passing car illuminates the side of the figure’s face-pale skin, sharp features, red hair. the man smiles and his teeth glint in the moonlight, his canines noticeably longer and sharper. if junghwan was looking instead of muttering against dongwoo’s skin, he’d have recognized them for what they are.
fangs.
033. capture ; cnu/jinyoung
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An old bronze plate hanging on the wall, Cell Number 0013.
Jung Jinyoung tugged at the metal chains binding his wrists and ankles, but it was useless. He was weak, he was far too weak, and the rough metal chafed his pale skin, leaving red angry rings, marks of his enslavement. It had been three weeks since he was brought in drugged and beaten within an inch of his life and dumped in this tiny one room cell, a poor excuse for a prison.
Three weeks since he had been captured, tortured and punished.
Three weeks since he had last seen the moonlight.
Three weeks since he had last tasted blood.
The lack of nourishment was the obvious reason for his weakness, and it certainly didn’t help that one of his captors, a particularly bulky and ugly-looking man, had enjoyed emptying the contents of his rifle into Jinyoung’s body. He felt each bullet tear his skin and pulverize his ribs, felt each kick and stab and punch, always a tiny step closer to death and freedom, yet always a tiny step too far.
Sometimes immortality sucked.
He knew the faces of his captors well. He had seen them through bruised and swollen eyes and his infallible vampire mind had forever etched them to his memory. When he gets out-if he gets out, his mind supplies wryly, because while Junghwan’s loyalty is commendable, his clumsiness is an insult to the vampire community and who knows, maybe the poor bastard had gotten himself captured too and was waiting for Jinyoung to come save him instead of the other way around-they will pay, each and every one of them.
He tugs at the chains experimentally and yep, that was a stupid idea, he thinks as he feels the chains dig deeper into his skin. He takes a moment to survey his surroundings because you never know, one of those humans might actually leave something lying around, something unassuming and seemingly harmless, but could be used to get himself out of this hell hole.
The reek of rust and death assails his nostrils, a foul scent that made him want to gag (again, curse his heightened senses that made everything a thousand times worse than it was to the humans). That was only to be expected, with the faces his captors had, he couldn’t really expect any of them to have sweet scented blood.
Except…
There was one among those offensive faces, a tall, round-faced, solemn-eyed boy who fit well into the background despite his size. Jinyoung found himself looking into the boy’s eyes, wide and frightened behind the large spectacles he wore and the boy stares back, unable to look away. The boy’s hand tremble and Jinyoung smiles to reassure him-which, by the way, his brain reminds him, is stupid, you’re the one being beaten up and he’s just standing there looking ready to pee his pants or run away screaming and he’s with them, he’s one of them and you’re reassuring him? He smiles anyway.
A boot then connects with his stomach-damn, that hurts-and about half his breath whooshes out. He takes small breaths to recover it, detecting something sweet through the thick, rancid air.
Cherry-chocolate, and maybe a hint of spring flowers.
The men file out, having exhausted their pleasure in torturing him, and the boy hastens to flatten himself against the wall, out of their way.
“Tie him up,” one of them barks. “Make sure the scum doesn’t get away.”
The boy nods and grabs some chains from an old box lying on one corner of the filthy room. He then proceed to tie Jinyoung up, shackling his battered body to the wall, careful not to touch any of Jinyoung’s cuts and bruises and wounds-tries anyway, because Jinyoung groans as the boy touches a particularly deep bullet wound.
“Sorry,” the boy breathes, and the sincerity in his voice is what makes Jinyoung open his eyes to look at him. “Sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m…fine,” Jinyoung says, and the boy grimaces, casting a pointed look at the various injuries decorating his body. “What’s your name?”
The boy’s eye brow rises nearly to his hairline and Jinyoung coughs out a laugh, blood bubbling from the corner of his mouth as he did so, clearly asking him how he could even be interested in the boy’s name with all he’s gone through. Jinyoung shrugs in response and tries not to groan out loud when the simple action send a white hot line of pain across his back.
“D-Dongwoo.”
Dongwoo’s eyes capture his own and for a moment Jinyoung loses himself in its endless depth before and a rough-What the devil is taking you so long down there, Dongwoo-reaches their ears and they both flinch and then Dongwoo’s warmth around his hands are gone, replaced by cold metal and Jinyoung is left to stare at the blank wall.
#
It’s Dongwoo who keeps him alive for the next few days. Little scraps of raw meat are slipped into his mouth and Jinyoung eagerly bleeds them dry, tiny amounts of blood being better than nothing. The men still come night after night, drinking and laughing and beating him up, celebrating his capture.
It’s Dongwoo who stays over hours after the drunk soldiers leave, attempting to heal some of his wounds with a smuggled first aid kit. Dongwoo has apparently decided that Jinyoung is harmless, and Jinyoung is both annoyed and irrationally pleased.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he informs Dongwoo one time. He’s right, and they both know it. The nightly beating goes on, and new wounds are added every day, so it doesn’t matter. And besides, he’s a vampire, the automatic cell regeneration is an enormous help, although the process is slow and annoying. He wants to ask Dongwoo for more blood but fears how Dongwoo would react.
Dongwoo nods but continues applying salve on a stab wound anyway.
#
Jinyoung isn’t really worried about the beatings. He’s used to it, and his body has become mercifully numb so he does not react to pretty much anything (which, he thinks, is what annoys the guards, they’ve only kicked him around a couple times tonight). He’s more concerned about Dongwoo. Just last night he heard a couple of guards talking about the disappearance of some medical supplies, and he wonders just how long Dongwoo can stay unnoticed.
He’s also concerned about his preoccupation with Dongwoo’s lips and shoulders, he had been staring at them while Dongwoo was attending to his injuries.
#
The next night Jinyoung finds out that Dongwoo feels the same way.
He figures it out halfway through the second time Dongwoo pressed his lips against his warm and sweet.
He bites Dongwoo’s lips by accident and marvels at the taste of his blood.
Cherry-chocolate.
#
Jinyoung is pressed down on the floor, and he grits his teeth, willing himself not to make a single sound as larger chains squeeze his body. Tears, red and thick run down the side of his face, and his captors’ laughter fill the room.
More needles are stabbed into his arms.
Jinyoung drifts, images of a smiling Dongwoo dancing behind his eyelids.
#
His captors discover that blood can make Jinyoung do a lot of things.
He writhes and snaps and roars, still tied by chains.
His teeth snag something soft and warm and he stops.
Cherry-chocolate.
Dongwoo, clutching his bleeding hand and staring at Jinyoung with frightened eyes.
“Tie him up,” he hears Dongwoo say to the man beside him. The man nods respectfully.
#
Every one is wearing white.
Jinyoung sits in the middle of a padded room, cloth binding his arms to his body.
Outside he sees Dongwoo wearing a white coat, large spectacles hiding beautiful eyes.
He sees Dongwoo write something on a clipboard. There's gauze wrapped around his hand.
Jinyoung hears a couple of words before he leaves, but the message is clear.
#
Two orderlies walk across the empty hallway, muttering among themselves.
“Same as ever, still thinks he’s a vampire.”
Another joins in, and they talk about just how crazy Patient No. 0013 was.