Don’t Walk in the Darkness [5 / 5]
Title: Don’t Walk in the Darkness [5 / 5]
Word Count: 4, 974
Rating: PG-13; erm... vampires?? attempted sexual assault and slight gore
Fandom | Pairing(s): Seventeen | Junhui / Minghao
Description: Minghao woke up in an unknown bed with no clear recollection of last night and two small bite marks on his neck. He’s then abruptly thrust into the hidden world of vampires where he met Junhui, a pure blood vampire. vampires!au
Author's Note: thank you for reading; love you guys so much! but wait, where's the rest of seventeen? haha hmm, be patient and i might just write a spinoff! HAHA
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It was about half an hour later before Minghao finally had the guts to leave the bathroom and face Junhui again. He had spent only ten minutes doing the actual showering and the remaining twenty minutes were of him debating between emerging from the bathroom and spending the rest of his life inside it.
Now dressed and with his towel draped carelessly over his shoulders, Minghao stood in front of the bathroom door. He had one hand on the doorknob but he wasn’t quite ready to step out of the bathroom. The blond boy was so confused and his thoughts went wild as he tried to figured out what had exactly went wrong earlier. What did I do to make Junhui ge so distant? Was it something I said? Or did I really stink that badly?
Just to be sure, Minghao sniffed at his new shirt but he smelt nothing out of the norm. Then again, didn’t Junhui ge said that only vampires could smell this kind of things?
Drawing in a deep breath to steady himself and calm his nerves, Minghao finally opened the bathroom door and took a step out. Almost immediately, his eyes locked onto Junhui who was seated on the kitchen floor with the refrigerator door open.
“Junhui ge?” Minghao blurted out in surprise and the vampire’s head snapped up in a flash at his voice. His pupils were blown wide with lust and he was breathing haggardly.
Not meaning to, Minghao let out a quiet gasp of surprise when he spied Junhui’s extended fangs, which were made more obvious by the artificial refrigerator light hitting it and giving it an extremely eerie look. Paired with Junhui’s unusually pale face and tight features, Minghao couldn’t help but think that this was the closest he had ever seen the elder resemble a typical vampire.
With his hands clenched into two tight fists, Junhui looked pained when he whispered the younger boy’s name softly, “Minghao.”
At that moment, everything fell into place - Junhui’s sudden aloofness towards Minghao, him not breathing around him, his extreme care in not touching the younger boy - and Minghao felt himself stiffen in apprehension. He stood rooted by the bathroom entrance, not daring to move an inch, be it closer or further from the tensed Junhui.
A pregnant silence befell the kitchen with the only sounds being Junhui’s heavy, erratic breathing. He was hunched over, his legs pulled close to his chest and his body was as taut as a stretched rubber band. But it was his pained facial features that forced words out of Minghao’s mouth, breaking the quietness.
“Are - Are you alright, Junhui ge?” Minghao cautiously asked, his voice steadier than he expected from himself. Once the words left his lips, Minghao immediately mentally smacking himself. Of course, he's not alright! Does he even look alright?
As if he could read Minghao’s thoughts, Junhui gave him a weak smile of amusement as he answered comfortingly. “I’ll be alright.”
Which means that you’re not alright now. With wide eyes, Minghao stared at Junhui, feeling quite incredulous at his blatant lying. He still couldn't believe that the vampire was trying to shoulder everything by himself at a junction like this when he was most definitely in help of help.
“I don't think so.” The blond boy retorted in response, quite hotly, before concern filled his eyes. His hand instinctively rose as he stepped towards the brown haired boy. “Junhui ge, what can I do to help -”
“Stop!” Junhui ordered, his voice weak but still pulsed with natural authority. Almost instantaneously, Minghao froze on the spot with his hands awkwardly raised as he paused mid reach for the other boy. He wasn’t sure of where he had done wrong but Junhui’s command was too assertive to ignore.
“Just don't come any closer to me,” Junhui continued, his voice trembling ever so slightly as he did everything in his power to restrain himself from pouncing on Minghao. Despite himself, Minghao felt a stab of pain at the order and his hand fell helplessly to his side.
Words tumbled messily out of his lips as Junhui quickly explained the situation, his eyes glassy with bloodlust. His voice increase in pitch with every word, as did his breathing until he was nearly gasping for air. “I just haven't drank in a while - and - and there's no more blood bags in the apartment. But I’m thirs - thirsty - for blood - and I’m not used to going without blood for so long and - and - and it’s making me weak and feeble and vulnerable and it’s difficult - really difficult - to control myself.”
The vampire stumbled over his words, making them an agitated mess of syllables but somehow, Minghao still managed to discern his words from each other and his heart ached at how wretched the elder sounded. It was utterly appalling and distressing to see the usually confident and composed, eloquent and expressive Junhui reduced to a bloodthirsty shell of a person, too consumed by bloodlust to even articulate his words comprehensibly.
“But,” the single word made Minghao focus on the elder again.
“You don't worry have to worry, bǎobèi,” Junhui anxiously reassured, his foggy eyes meeting the blond boy’s worry stricken eyes. A reassuring albeit shaky smile appeared on his still handsome face. “I can still control myself. I won't drink your blood.” There was a note of solemnity in his tone that made the sentence seem like a vow.
“Junhui ge...” Minghao whispered softly, a strange mixture of love and fear bubbling in him. He was scared out of his wits for the elder but he was also filled with love for him. How is it that you're thinking of me when you’re supposed to worry for yourself?
“As long as you don't come any closer,” Junhui reminded quickly, still smiling at the younger. Minghao halted and blinked once; his fangs were still elongated and it gave his smile a predatory feel.
Even though he clearly knew that Junhui meant it to be reassuring, Minghao still felt the sting of rejection. Tentatively, Minghao suggested with a hint of fear, “do you need me to call Soonyoung hyung? Or Chan? Maybe they can get you some blood bags or something.”
“It's alright. I’ll call them myself.” Junhui smiled faintly at the younger. It was getting more and more difficult to think the longer Minghao was here. Lying beneath the impure’s foul stink, Minghao’s own scent was overwhelming and tempting. He was so close yet so far at the same time and Junhui’s throat was aching so much for blood to make everything better again.
Junhui swallowed once to ease the pain in his throat. “If you don't mind, could you lock yourself in the bedroom first? I need a bit of air.” Junhui requested, sounding polite and stiff. “I’ll come get you when I’m alright so stay in there for the time being.”
His words were curt and short; he didn't want to breathe in anymore than he needed to. Despite the impure’s stench on him, Minghao still smelt delicious and simply mouthwatering.
Nodding his head in understanding, Minghao hastily made his way out of the kitchen. But at the doorway, he looked back and apologized meekly with sincerity, “I’m so sorry for putting you through this. This is all my fault.”
Junhui didn't really comprehend Minghao’s confusing words but he didn’t dwell on them for long. Instead, he held his breath and waved him away frantically. Minghao scurried away quickly with his cheeks flushing in shame for a wrong Junhui wasn't aware of. Once he heard the bedroom door lock click into place, Junhui released his breath and almost regretted it immediately.
The kitchen and bathroom were filled with Minghao’s scent, tempting the vampire mercilessly, and Junhui groaned at the unfairness of the world. For a vampire feeling bloodlust, it was pure torture to have a living, young human with a beating heart and pulsing blood be in the same apartment as him but was untouchable and undrinkable for he was protected by Junhui’s own morals and honour. In all his years of living, Junhui was never as tempted as he was right then but he can’t give into his baser instincts.
“I’m not going to drink from Minghao,” the vampire adamantly instructed himself even as his throat burned for relief. He forced himself to recall Minghao’s elated face when he made the promise and for one short respite, Junhui’s head was filled with Minghao’s face and smiles and laughter.
Minghao, I won't break my promise, Junhui promised in his mind feverishly as he forced himself to stand up. He made his way to the dark living room where he had left his handphone on the sofa and sat on it with an exhausted sigh.
Blindly groping for his handphone, Junhui dialled a familiar number, his fingers moving of their own accord. However, the call went straight to voicemail and Junhui swore furiously at his terrible luck under his breath before leaving a message.
“Soonyoung, I need a favour.”
This is all my fault. Minghao moaned mentally as he paced around in the guest bedroom. His towel laid abandoned on the bed even though his hair was still wet and beads of water flew into the air each time he turned around sharply at the end of his walk. He wasn’t sure how long he had been pacing needlessly in the bedroom; it felt like it had already been hours but Minghao knew better.
Minghao ran his fingers through his moist curls, berating himself ruthlessly, “I knew that there was only one blood bag left in the refrigerator but I didn’t tell Junhui ge. Now, he’s suffering and in pain and it’s all my fault.”
Without meaning to, Minghao turned his head to glance at the closed bedroom door. His legs automatically brought him towards it and he pressed his ear eagerly against the cool wood, hoping to hear at least something.
However, the apartment was entirely silent and told Minghao nothing of Junhui’s situation. Thought after thought raced in his head. Has he called Soonyoung hyung? Is he coming over right away? Is he even coming? How far is his house from here? Is he taking public transport? What happens when a vampire doesn’t drink for a long time? His slender fingers reached up to touched at the unblemished spot where the impure’s bite marks previously were and a shiver went down his spine.
“This is all my fault. I can’t let Junhui ge suffer because of me,” Minghao whispered forlornly, his mind made up, as he turned to lean against the door. Guilt chewed at his heart relentlessly and he sank to the floor, pulling his legs up to his chest.
Obedience to Junhui was the only thing keeping him from dashing out to offer the brown haired boy his blood. The sight of a suffering Junhui kept plaguing Minghao, as if taunting him for his negligence and forgetfulness, and making him feel more guilty as time went by. The blond hugged his knees as his guilt ridden heart ached with worry for the vampire behind the door.
The sky was navy blue when Minghao was unceremoniously awakened by a loud thud. Without a second thought, Minghao jumped to his feet and was wrenching the door open before he even remembered Junhui’s words. The moment he was out, Minghao could already spy Junhui lying on the floor near the sofa.
“Junhui ge!” Minghao cried out in distress as he hurried to the vampire’s side. As gently as possible, Minghao managed to get Junhui into a sitting position as the elder slowly opened his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Junhui demanded weakly, shoving at Minghao. His eyes flashed with righteous fury and bloodlust but Minghao wasn’t daunted by the ferocity of his gaze. “I told you to stay inside until I tell you otherwise. What didn’t you -”
His sentence broke off abruptly as Minghao placed a firm finger on his lips. Eyes widening, Junhui audibly swallowed as the fire in his throat burned more fiercely. He tried to move Minghao’s hand away but Minghao grabbed it in mid air with his other hand, kneeling in front of Junhui.
“I’m not going to leave you in the lurch,” Minghao insisted, his voice louder than Junhui’s feeble one. He stared at Junhui with overwhelming love in his eyes and then pointedly brought Junhui’s hand to his chest, resting directly over his beating heart.
“I thought about it and I’ve made up my mind.” Minghao shared with unbreakable resolve. “I love you, Junhui ge, and I don’t want to see you in pain. This is the only way I know I can help you so please, let me help you.”
“Minghao, bǎobèi, I can’t - I promised you.” Junhui croaked out, the burn was getting stronger as Minghao’s heart quickened in anticipation.
“I’m giving you my consent.” Minghao replied quietly, locking his determined eyes with Junhui’s scared ones. He’s afraid, the younger boy realized with slow surprise, but of what? “You promised never to drink my blood if I didn’t give permission so I’m giving you permission now. You can drink my blood.”
“You don’t know what you’re agreeing to,” Junhui whispered as he shook his head, his eyes wild with fear. His lips moved quickly beneath Minghao’s fingers as he revealed hastily, “I may not be able to stop in time, I may drink too much from you, I may kill you.”
A smile appeared on the blond boy’s face as Minghao withdrew his finger slightly as he confided, “you won’t.” With bated breath, Junhui watched unwaveringly as Minghao turned his hand and then pressed his wrist against Junhui’s lips. “I trust you.”
Minghao’s words hung in the air as he kept his eyes fixed on Junhui’s, unflinching despite the hammering of his heart. For a long moment, there was total silence except for their low breathing until Junhui’s resolve finally crumbled. A breathy “alright” escaped Junhui’s lips, a puff of air hitting Minghao’s wrist, and the younger allowed himself a small smile at having convinced the vampire.
Cautiously, Junhui timidly parted his lips and his tongue darted out to take a swipe at Minghao’s offered wrist as if testing the waters. Despite himself, Minghao shivered at the moist contact but stayed still, schooling his fears to betray none of the queer excitement he was feeling, even when Junhui’s fangs extended fully and the sharp points touched his vulnerable skin.
“Are you sure about this?” Junhui queried, still hesitant. Minghao tore his eyes from the elder’s fangs and nodded his head in assurance.
“I am, Junhui ge,” Minghao affirmed without a single bit of uncertainty before prompting impatiently, “so just bite me.”
At that, Junhui allowed an amused smile to appear and Minghao breathed in sharply at how handsome the vampire looked. Not breaking eye contact, Junhui covered Minghao’s wrist with his lips before he bit down, the fangs breaching the tender skin without any opposition.
The sharp jolt of pain that followed caused Minghao to let out a strangled moan and he leaned back instinctively, his mind whirling. Quickly, Junhui withdrew his fangs and then replaced them with his lips before sucking Minghao’s blood greedily.
The sensation of being bitten was indescribable and Minghao soon let his eyes flutter shut for a reason he didn't know. There was pain, of course, but underlying it was a layer of pleasure as if to make up for the pain and draining of blood. Nonetheless, Minghao could feel himself getting dizzy and his breaths came out in quick gasps.
Then, Minghao felt a hand on his back and he opened his eyes, realizing with slow awareness that he had been falling backwards. Not missing a beat, Junhui urged him to sit properly, instead of kneeling, with his hand while his other hand gripped at the younger’s wrist for a better angle.
“Junhui ge,” Minghao breathed out heavily, his head spinning with the loss of blood and the bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure. For one fleeting moment, Minghao thought back to his nightmare but then, Junhui’s promise overrode it.
Almost immediately, Minghao felt Junhui’s lips leave his wrist and his vision became clearer. Blinking rapidly, Minghao glanced down to find Junhui licking the remaining blood from his wrist and he felt himself go pink.
Guess I still have enough blood to blush. Minghao noted just as the last bit of blood was gone. There were now two marks on his wrist, the only remainder of Junhui’s drinking. With concerned eyes, he stared intently at Junhui who reached out to tenderly caress his face.
“Thank you, bǎobèi,” Junhui murmured wholeheartedly, his touch gentle as ever and the endearment sweet as always, and Minghao felt warmth in his chest.
“I told you, you won’t ever hurt me and you didn’t.” Minghao reminded the brown haired boy, smiling with adoration. “I’m your bǎobèi, you’re never going to hurt me.”
In response, Junhui laughed lowly and there was a surge of love in Minghao. Expectantly, Minghao leaned for to kiss Junhui but to his surprise, the brown haired boy moved back with a chuckle.
“My mouth taste of blood, remember?” Junhui reminded the younger, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yours, in fact.”
Minghao was having none of it. Boldly, Minghao climbed onto Junhui’s lap and placed both of his hands on his shoulders. Junhui automatically rested on the younger’s hips as he looked up at him, anticipation on his facial features for his boyfriend’s next moves.
Tilting his head coyly, Minghao retorted, “I don’t care.”
“Really,” Junhui drawled back, an eyebrow arched confidently like his earlier episode had never happened.
Minghao stared at Junhui; it was truly amazing what blood can do. It returned Junhui to his former glorious self; colour in his cheeks, wittiness in his words and... libido in his body. Mischievously, Minghao shifted suggestively in Junhui’s lap and the vampire hissed in response, taken back. Minghao smirked triumphantly to himself as he felt Junhui stir unconsciously beneath his rear.
“What are you doing?” Junhui growled without malice. He gripped at Minghao’s hips to stop his movements but instead, the younger leaned forward.
“Nothing,” Minghao innocently answered before cheekily licking the leftover blood at the corner of Junhui’s bottom lip with his tongue. It was strangely arousing to taste his own blood from someone else's skin and Minghao made his thoughts clear by kissing Junhui.
True to his word, Minghao could taste the coppery flavour of his blood in Junhui’s mouth but he couldn't care less - not when Junhui’s hands were sneaking under his shirt and kissing him like he was a starving man. Minghao’s own hands subconsciously wandered around Junhui’s back, relishing the feel of his feverish skin despite the layer of fabric between his fingers and the vampire’s body.
For a while, the two did nothing else but kiss lazily, their mouths moving in slow synchronization, as their hands explored the other's body blindly. The air was soon thick with sexual tension and their skin grew warmer until Minghao couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back from Junhui, breaking their kiss, and tugged at his shirt with a hint of annoyance.
“Take off your shirt. Quickly, Junhui ge,” Minghao urged lustfully but the brown haired boy ignored him in favour of marking him. His lips drifted down from Minghao’s mouth to his collarbone where he spent a long time sucking a large hickey on the skin.
The whole time, Minghao was whimpering softly and whispering for Junhui to strip. He felt so hot all over, feverish even, and he wanted nothing more than skin to skin contact but Junhui wasn't listening. He was actually laughing against Minghao’s neck.
How dare you, Minghao glowered at the audacity of his boyfriend before warning, “Junhui ge, strip. Quickly.”
“Feisty,” Junhui teased before his voice dropped an octave lower. “I like that.”
Minghao wasn't amused. Especially, since the vampire was still making no move to take off his shirt. Instead, he was planting tiny, brief kisses all around Minghao’s neck while his hands stroked his torso idly. Sure, that was nice and all but the thing was, Minghao was incredibly hard and Junhui wasn't helping with his little, almost useless actions.
Lowering his mouth to Junhui’s ear, Minghao quietly threatened, “if you haven't stripped in a minute, I’m going to leave you alone and just jerk myself off.”
At that, Junhui halted for a second before asking, “can I watch at least?”
“Junhui ge!” Minghao whined loudly, shifting in his lap to show his displeasure. He hadn’t expect his threat to backfire on him and he was really hard. He felt like a hormonal teenager again, desperate for sex, but this time, instead of his ex boyfriend, he was with a strikingly handsome and infuriatingly annoying vampire. Except at the rate Junhui was going, Minghao was pretty sure that he would get off faster with the ex boyfriend than with the vampire.
“You're adorable when you're mad.” Junhui remarked, smiling incorrigibly before whispering in Minghao’s ear. “Bedroom?”
Minghao gave a little gasp as Junhui dipped a hand below his pants. “Bedroom.” He affirmed breathlessly and Junhui smirked.
Lying on his stomach, Minghao woke up to the sensation of kisses being littered over his naked back and he stirred slightly. Still half asleep, Minghao groped blindly for the blanket to pull it higher to cover his bare skin but Junhui placed a hand over his and then rolled the younger towards him so that his back was to his chest.
“Good morning, bǎobèi,” Junhui whispered into Minghao’s ear softly, the endearment possessing a whole new meaning now. His breath tickled Minghao who squirmed slightly in delight.
“Morning,” Minghao sleepily replied, eyes still closed. He wasn’t ready to wake up yet, not after last night - he was absolutely exhausted. On hindsight, he should have known that vampires had inexhaustible stamina.
Smiling to himself at the previous night’s memories, Minghao shifted about on the bed as he shivered a bit at the cold. He wasn’t someone who usually slept in the nude and the lack of clothes made him more sensitive to the morning chill. Giving up, Minghao grabbed Junhui’s arm and draped it over his chest as he snuggled closer to the elder.
“Yes, this is better.” Minghao sighed in contentment at Junhui’s body heat, about to return to his slumber.
“Are you feeling cold?” Junhui asked, concerned, and the blond gave him a quick nod. Effortlessly as if he was a child, Junhui pulled a languid Minghao on top of him. Not fully awake yet, Minghao parted his legs automatically to accommodate the vampire who then hugged Minghao tightly, his arms wrapped around him.
Satisfied by the amount of physical contact and the body heat, Minghao managed a drowsy smile as he finally opened his eyes, raising his head to lock eyes with Junhui. “Not anymore.”
It was probably early morning, judging from the pale pink sky evident from the windows, and sunlight was streaming through the windows. The sunshine casted a warm glow over the vampire, making him look like some angel who descended from the sky.
Not for the first time, Minghao was in awe at how good looking the elder was. The two were worlds apart but somehow, they fitted each other perfectly. Sighing happily at his incredible luck at having snagged this perfection of a man, Minghao brushed Junhui’s fringe away from his eyes which turned into twin crescents as he smiled tenderly back.
“By the way, you don’t stink anymore,” Junhui informed the younger who burst into a smile.
“Really?” Minghao exclaimed, suddenly wide awake by the news. He pecked Junhui quickly on the cheek before asking with no small amount of curiosity, “what do I smell like right now then?”
“You...” Junhui paused to roll Minghao back on his back, the vampire hovering above him on bent elbows. Playfully, Junhui nuzzled at Minghao’s neck, causing peals of laughter to emerge from the younger at the ticklish sensation. He sniffed deeply at Minghao before answering, “you smell like me.”
Despite himself, Minghao felt himself go red. “Gee, I wonder why.” He muttered under his breath as Junhui smirked arrogantly, feeling extremely pleased by the array of love bites scattered all over Minghao’s body. They definitely hadn't stopped at one round.
In retrospect, Minghao shouldn’t be surprised. If being near an impure already causes me to stink like them, then sleeping with a pure blood would definitely make me smell like one. He reasoned with himself when another thought occurred to him.
“Wait, does this mean that I don’t have to stay here any long?” Minghao questioned, eyes large with surprise. “Because that’s the only reason why I was even here in the first place, right?”
Smiling in amusement, Junhui tilted his head at Minghao. “That was before we were in a relationship. If you want, you can continue staying with me.” He had a somewhat hopeful glint in his eyes as he waited for the younger’s answer.
Yet, Minghao hesitated as he mused on the generous offer given to him for a while. Of course, it would be nice to live with Junhui ge, he pondered happily, his mind already conjuring visions of them being domestic together, and I can give up my rented apartment for Junhui’s. I’ll be able to see him every day and sleep in his arms every night.
But it’s such a large step - a step I’m not sure if I’m ready for. His eyes glazed over thoughtfully, thinking deeply. We’re going to cohabit when our relationship is just in the beginning stages? Isn’t that a tad too far? I have never cohabit with anyone before.
His decision must have been obvious on his face for Junhui’s face fell as he read Minghao’s facial features. “Oh.” He expressed knowingly, the single word relaying his disappointment effectively.
“Oh.” Minghao meekly echoed, sheepishness written all over his face, before putting his arms around the vampire’s neck. He hurriedly reassured, “it's nothing personal, okay? I just don't think I’m ready for such a big step. I’m only twenty years old, for goodness’ sake.” He opted for a quick laugh at the end, hoping that would dissipate any tension.
“I know, I’m not upset.” Junhui replied, eyes scanning Minghao’s face carefully for any signs of doubt. “As long as you're happy, I don't care if you're living with me or not because cohabitation doesn't necessarily equate to love.” He wholeheartedly declared without any falseness.
Pleasantly startled, Minghao couldn’t stop a silly smile from stretching across his face. “That’s - That’s very sweet of you, Junhui ge.” He rewarded the vampire with another quick, fleeting kiss, this time on the nose and Junhui scrunched up his nose adorably. “I’m so glad that you understand.”
Twinkling amusement and adoration visible in his eyes, Junhui stared at Minghao as he shared with a hint of pride, “I’m more than a century old, Minghao. I’m the most understanding person you’ll ever meet.”
Ignoring the second sentence because he had no comeback for it, Minghao mischievously teased, “does that make our relationship a May-December one? Because our age difference is pretty large, you know. I’m twenty years old and you’re - what? A hundred and fifty years old?”
As he spoke, Minghao was surprised to realize that he really didn’t know Junhui’s age or his hometown or anything else that he was amazing in bed. But instead of the usual insecurity that plagued him about the stark difference between them, Minghao didn’t panick. After all, they have all the time in the world to learn more about each other.
“Do I look that young?” Junhui shot back playfully and Minghao’s mouth fell open, his mind calculating the years.
“Young?” Minghao spluttered incredulously, unable to believe it. But you don’t look like you’re older than a hundred and fifty. A second thought came almost instantaneously. Oh, but of course, he’s a vampire.
“How old exactly are you?” Minghao demanded curiously, his mind batting away an image of Junhui with white hair. “Did I just slept with a five hundred years old man?”
Junhui looked miffed at the younger’s words and he scoffed, offended. “I’ll have you know that I’m less than half that age.”
“Half?” Minghao echoed before he did the sums in his head. “So, you’re not two hundred and fifty years old? You’re younger than that?”
“I’m two hundred and twenty one years old, bǎobèi,” Junhui finally revealed, watching Minghao carefully for his reaction.
“Oh my gosh. I just slept with a man eleven times my age.” Minghao moaned before breaking out in peals of laughter as he saw Junhui’s face fell. The elder quickly schooled his facial features before giving Minghao a warning bite on the shoulder and he yelped.
“Considering how I’m physically twenty one years old,” Junhui began pompously, as he lowered his head closer to Minghao’s until he was only a few centimeters away. “I’ll have to disagree with you.”
“Forever twenty one, huh,” Minghao smirked back, raising his head slightly so that he could nip at Junhui’s bottom lip. He grinned back, acting all innocent. The vampire glowered at him before capturing his lips in a heartfelt kiss that left Minghao gasping for breath afterwards.
“No,” Junhui shook his head before cheesily correcting, “forever yours.”
“Gross, you’re so corny.” Minghao cringed at the greasy words that left his boyfriend’s lips but his smile and kisses told another story. Pecking him again on the lips, Minghao sighed happily, “I can’t believe you belong to me.”
“Neither can I,” Junhui confessed with sincere love in his eyes before kissing Minghao again.
Word Count: 4, 974
Rating: PG-13; erm... vampires?? attempted sexual assault and slight gore
Fandom | Pairing(s): Seventeen | Junhui / Minghao
Description: Minghao woke up in an unknown bed with no clear recollection of last night and two small bite marks on his neck. He’s then abruptly thrust into the hidden world of vampires where he met Junhui, a pure blood vampire. vampires!au
Author's Note: thank you for reading; love you guys so much! but wait, where's the rest of seventeen? haha hmm, be patient and i might just write a spinoff! HAHA
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It was about half an hour later before Minghao finally had the guts to leave the bathroom and face Junhui again. He had spent only ten minutes doing the actual showering and the remaining twenty minutes were of him debating between emerging from the bathroom and spending the rest of his life inside it.
Now dressed and with his towel draped carelessly over his shoulders, Minghao stood in front of the bathroom door. He had one hand on the doorknob but he wasn’t quite ready to step out of the bathroom. The blond boy was so confused and his thoughts went wild as he tried to figured out what had exactly went wrong earlier. What did I do to make Junhui ge so distant? Was it something I said? Or did I really stink that badly?
Just to be sure, Minghao sniffed at his new shirt but he smelt nothing out of the norm. Then again, didn’t Junhui ge said that only vampires could smell this kind of things?
Drawing in a deep breath to steady himself and calm his nerves, Minghao finally opened the bathroom door and took a step out. Almost immediately, his eyes locked onto Junhui who was seated on the kitchen floor with the refrigerator door open.
“Junhui ge?” Minghao blurted out in surprise and the vampire’s head snapped up in a flash at his voice. His pupils were blown wide with lust and he was breathing haggardly.
Not meaning to, Minghao let out a quiet gasp of surprise when he spied Junhui’s extended fangs, which were made more obvious by the artificial refrigerator light hitting it and giving it an extremely eerie look. Paired with Junhui’s unusually pale face and tight features, Minghao couldn’t help but think that this was the closest he had ever seen the elder resemble a typical vampire.
With his hands clenched into two tight fists, Junhui looked pained when he whispered the younger boy’s name softly, “Minghao.”
At that moment, everything fell into place - Junhui’s sudden aloofness towards Minghao, him not breathing around him, his extreme care in not touching the younger boy - and Minghao felt himself stiffen in apprehension. He stood rooted by the bathroom entrance, not daring to move an inch, be it closer or further from the tensed Junhui.
A pregnant silence befell the kitchen with the only sounds being Junhui’s heavy, erratic breathing. He was hunched over, his legs pulled close to his chest and his body was as taut as a stretched rubber band. But it was his pained facial features that forced words out of Minghao’s mouth, breaking the quietness.
“Are - Are you alright, Junhui ge?” Minghao cautiously asked, his voice steadier than he expected from himself. Once the words left his lips, Minghao immediately mentally smacking himself. Of course, he's not alright! Does he even look alright?
As if he could read Minghao’s thoughts, Junhui gave him a weak smile of amusement as he answered comfortingly. “I’ll be alright.”
Which means that you’re not alright now. With wide eyes, Minghao stared at Junhui, feeling quite incredulous at his blatant lying. He still couldn't believe that the vampire was trying to shoulder everything by himself at a junction like this when he was most definitely in help of help.
“I don't think so.” The blond boy retorted in response, quite hotly, before concern filled his eyes. His hand instinctively rose as he stepped towards the brown haired boy. “Junhui ge, what can I do to help -”
“Stop!” Junhui ordered, his voice weak but still pulsed with natural authority. Almost instantaneously, Minghao froze on the spot with his hands awkwardly raised as he paused mid reach for the other boy. He wasn’t sure of where he had done wrong but Junhui’s command was too assertive to ignore.
“Just don't come any closer to me,” Junhui continued, his voice trembling ever so slightly as he did everything in his power to restrain himself from pouncing on Minghao. Despite himself, Minghao felt a stab of pain at the order and his hand fell helplessly to his side.
Words tumbled messily out of his lips as Junhui quickly explained the situation, his eyes glassy with bloodlust. His voice increase in pitch with every word, as did his breathing until he was nearly gasping for air. “I just haven't drank in a while - and - and there's no more blood bags in the apartment. But I’m thirs - thirsty - for blood - and I’m not used to going without blood for so long and - and - and it’s making me weak and feeble and vulnerable and it’s difficult - really difficult - to control myself.”
The vampire stumbled over his words, making them an agitated mess of syllables but somehow, Minghao still managed to discern his words from each other and his heart ached at how wretched the elder sounded. It was utterly appalling and distressing to see the usually confident and composed, eloquent and expressive Junhui reduced to a bloodthirsty shell of a person, too consumed by bloodlust to even articulate his words comprehensibly.
“But,” the single word made Minghao focus on the elder again.
“You don't worry have to worry, bǎobèi,” Junhui anxiously reassured, his foggy eyes meeting the blond boy’s worry stricken eyes. A reassuring albeit shaky smile appeared on his still handsome face. “I can still control myself. I won't drink your blood.” There was a note of solemnity in his tone that made the sentence seem like a vow.
“Junhui ge...” Minghao whispered softly, a strange mixture of love and fear bubbling in him. He was scared out of his wits for the elder but he was also filled with love for him. How is it that you're thinking of me when you’re supposed to worry for yourself?
“As long as you don't come any closer,” Junhui reminded quickly, still smiling at the younger. Minghao halted and blinked once; his fangs were still elongated and it gave his smile a predatory feel.
Even though he clearly knew that Junhui meant it to be reassuring, Minghao still felt the sting of rejection. Tentatively, Minghao suggested with a hint of fear, “do you need me to call Soonyoung hyung? Or Chan? Maybe they can get you some blood bags or something.”
“It's alright. I’ll call them myself.” Junhui smiled faintly at the younger. It was getting more and more difficult to think the longer Minghao was here. Lying beneath the impure’s foul stink, Minghao’s own scent was overwhelming and tempting. He was so close yet so far at the same time and Junhui’s throat was aching so much for blood to make everything better again.
Junhui swallowed once to ease the pain in his throat. “If you don't mind, could you lock yourself in the bedroom first? I need a bit of air.” Junhui requested, sounding polite and stiff. “I’ll come get you when I’m alright so stay in there for the time being.”
His words were curt and short; he didn't want to breathe in anymore than he needed to. Despite the impure’s stench on him, Minghao still smelt delicious and simply mouthwatering.
Nodding his head in understanding, Minghao hastily made his way out of the kitchen. But at the doorway, he looked back and apologized meekly with sincerity, “I’m so sorry for putting you through this. This is all my fault.”
Junhui didn't really comprehend Minghao’s confusing words but he didn’t dwell on them for long. Instead, he held his breath and waved him away frantically. Minghao scurried away quickly with his cheeks flushing in shame for a wrong Junhui wasn't aware of. Once he heard the bedroom door lock click into place, Junhui released his breath and almost regretted it immediately.
The kitchen and bathroom were filled with Minghao’s scent, tempting the vampire mercilessly, and Junhui groaned at the unfairness of the world. For a vampire feeling bloodlust, it was pure torture to have a living, young human with a beating heart and pulsing blood be in the same apartment as him but was untouchable and undrinkable for he was protected by Junhui’s own morals and honour. In all his years of living, Junhui was never as tempted as he was right then but he can’t give into his baser instincts.
“I’m not going to drink from Minghao,” the vampire adamantly instructed himself even as his throat burned for relief. He forced himself to recall Minghao’s elated face when he made the promise and for one short respite, Junhui’s head was filled with Minghao’s face and smiles and laughter.
Minghao, I won't break my promise, Junhui promised in his mind feverishly as he forced himself to stand up. He made his way to the dark living room where he had left his handphone on the sofa and sat on it with an exhausted sigh.
Blindly groping for his handphone, Junhui dialled a familiar number, his fingers moving of their own accord. However, the call went straight to voicemail and Junhui swore furiously at his terrible luck under his breath before leaving a message.
“Soonyoung, I need a favour.”
This is all my fault. Minghao moaned mentally as he paced around in the guest bedroom. His towel laid abandoned on the bed even though his hair was still wet and beads of water flew into the air each time he turned around sharply at the end of his walk. He wasn’t sure how long he had been pacing needlessly in the bedroom; it felt like it had already been hours but Minghao knew better.
Minghao ran his fingers through his moist curls, berating himself ruthlessly, “I knew that there was only one blood bag left in the refrigerator but I didn’t tell Junhui ge. Now, he’s suffering and in pain and it’s all my fault.”
Without meaning to, Minghao turned his head to glance at the closed bedroom door. His legs automatically brought him towards it and he pressed his ear eagerly against the cool wood, hoping to hear at least something.
However, the apartment was entirely silent and told Minghao nothing of Junhui’s situation. Thought after thought raced in his head. Has he called Soonyoung hyung? Is he coming over right away? Is he even coming? How far is his house from here? Is he taking public transport? What happens when a vampire doesn’t drink for a long time? His slender fingers reached up to touched at the unblemished spot where the impure’s bite marks previously were and a shiver went down his spine.
“This is all my fault. I can’t let Junhui ge suffer because of me,” Minghao whispered forlornly, his mind made up, as he turned to lean against the door. Guilt chewed at his heart relentlessly and he sank to the floor, pulling his legs up to his chest.
Obedience to Junhui was the only thing keeping him from dashing out to offer the brown haired boy his blood. The sight of a suffering Junhui kept plaguing Minghao, as if taunting him for his negligence and forgetfulness, and making him feel more guilty as time went by. The blond hugged his knees as his guilt ridden heart ached with worry for the vampire behind the door.
The sky was navy blue when Minghao was unceremoniously awakened by a loud thud. Without a second thought, Minghao jumped to his feet and was wrenching the door open before he even remembered Junhui’s words. The moment he was out, Minghao could already spy Junhui lying on the floor near the sofa.
“Junhui ge!” Minghao cried out in distress as he hurried to the vampire’s side. As gently as possible, Minghao managed to get Junhui into a sitting position as the elder slowly opened his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Junhui demanded weakly, shoving at Minghao. His eyes flashed with righteous fury and bloodlust but Minghao wasn’t daunted by the ferocity of his gaze. “I told you to stay inside until I tell you otherwise. What didn’t you -”
His sentence broke off abruptly as Minghao placed a firm finger on his lips. Eyes widening, Junhui audibly swallowed as the fire in his throat burned more fiercely. He tried to move Minghao’s hand away but Minghao grabbed it in mid air with his other hand, kneeling in front of Junhui.
“I’m not going to leave you in the lurch,” Minghao insisted, his voice louder than Junhui’s feeble one. He stared at Junhui with overwhelming love in his eyes and then pointedly brought Junhui’s hand to his chest, resting directly over his beating heart.
“I thought about it and I’ve made up my mind.” Minghao shared with unbreakable resolve. “I love you, Junhui ge, and I don’t want to see you in pain. This is the only way I know I can help you so please, let me help you.”
“Minghao, bǎobèi, I can’t - I promised you.” Junhui croaked out, the burn was getting stronger as Minghao’s heart quickened in anticipation.
“I’m giving you my consent.” Minghao replied quietly, locking his determined eyes with Junhui’s scared ones. He’s afraid, the younger boy realized with slow surprise, but of what? “You promised never to drink my blood if I didn’t give permission so I’m giving you permission now. You can drink my blood.”
“You don’t know what you’re agreeing to,” Junhui whispered as he shook his head, his eyes wild with fear. His lips moved quickly beneath Minghao’s fingers as he revealed hastily, “I may not be able to stop in time, I may drink too much from you, I may kill you.”
A smile appeared on the blond boy’s face as Minghao withdrew his finger slightly as he confided, “you won’t.” With bated breath, Junhui watched unwaveringly as Minghao turned his hand and then pressed his wrist against Junhui’s lips. “I trust you.”
Minghao’s words hung in the air as he kept his eyes fixed on Junhui’s, unflinching despite the hammering of his heart. For a long moment, there was total silence except for their low breathing until Junhui’s resolve finally crumbled. A breathy “alright” escaped Junhui’s lips, a puff of air hitting Minghao’s wrist, and the younger allowed himself a small smile at having convinced the vampire.
Cautiously, Junhui timidly parted his lips and his tongue darted out to take a swipe at Minghao’s offered wrist as if testing the waters. Despite himself, Minghao shivered at the moist contact but stayed still, schooling his fears to betray none of the queer excitement he was feeling, even when Junhui’s fangs extended fully and the sharp points touched his vulnerable skin.
“Are you sure about this?” Junhui queried, still hesitant. Minghao tore his eyes from the elder’s fangs and nodded his head in assurance.
“I am, Junhui ge,” Minghao affirmed without a single bit of uncertainty before prompting impatiently, “so just bite me.”
At that, Junhui allowed an amused smile to appear and Minghao breathed in sharply at how handsome the vampire looked. Not breaking eye contact, Junhui covered Minghao’s wrist with his lips before he bit down, the fangs breaching the tender skin without any opposition.
The sharp jolt of pain that followed caused Minghao to let out a strangled moan and he leaned back instinctively, his mind whirling. Quickly, Junhui withdrew his fangs and then replaced them with his lips before sucking Minghao’s blood greedily.
The sensation of being bitten was indescribable and Minghao soon let his eyes flutter shut for a reason he didn't know. There was pain, of course, but underlying it was a layer of pleasure as if to make up for the pain and draining of blood. Nonetheless, Minghao could feel himself getting dizzy and his breaths came out in quick gasps.
Then, Minghao felt a hand on his back and he opened his eyes, realizing with slow awareness that he had been falling backwards. Not missing a beat, Junhui urged him to sit properly, instead of kneeling, with his hand while his other hand gripped at the younger’s wrist for a better angle.
“Junhui ge,” Minghao breathed out heavily, his head spinning with the loss of blood and the bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure. For one fleeting moment, Minghao thought back to his nightmare but then, Junhui’s promise overrode it.
Almost immediately, Minghao felt Junhui’s lips leave his wrist and his vision became clearer. Blinking rapidly, Minghao glanced down to find Junhui licking the remaining blood from his wrist and he felt himself go pink.
Guess I still have enough blood to blush. Minghao noted just as the last bit of blood was gone. There were now two marks on his wrist, the only remainder of Junhui’s drinking. With concerned eyes, he stared intently at Junhui who reached out to tenderly caress his face.
“Thank you, bǎobèi,” Junhui murmured wholeheartedly, his touch gentle as ever and the endearment sweet as always, and Minghao felt warmth in his chest.
“I told you, you won’t ever hurt me and you didn’t.” Minghao reminded the brown haired boy, smiling with adoration. “I’m your bǎobèi, you’re never going to hurt me.”
In response, Junhui laughed lowly and there was a surge of love in Minghao. Expectantly, Minghao leaned for to kiss Junhui but to his surprise, the brown haired boy moved back with a chuckle.
“My mouth taste of blood, remember?” Junhui reminded the younger, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yours, in fact.”
Minghao was having none of it. Boldly, Minghao climbed onto Junhui’s lap and placed both of his hands on his shoulders. Junhui automatically rested on the younger’s hips as he looked up at him, anticipation on his facial features for his boyfriend’s next moves.
Tilting his head coyly, Minghao retorted, “I don’t care.”
“Really,” Junhui drawled back, an eyebrow arched confidently like his earlier episode had never happened.
Minghao stared at Junhui; it was truly amazing what blood can do. It returned Junhui to his former glorious self; colour in his cheeks, wittiness in his words and... libido in his body. Mischievously, Minghao shifted suggestively in Junhui’s lap and the vampire hissed in response, taken back. Minghao smirked triumphantly to himself as he felt Junhui stir unconsciously beneath his rear.
“What are you doing?” Junhui growled without malice. He gripped at Minghao’s hips to stop his movements but instead, the younger leaned forward.
“Nothing,” Minghao innocently answered before cheekily licking the leftover blood at the corner of Junhui’s bottom lip with his tongue. It was strangely arousing to taste his own blood from someone else's skin and Minghao made his thoughts clear by kissing Junhui.
True to his word, Minghao could taste the coppery flavour of his blood in Junhui’s mouth but he couldn't care less - not when Junhui’s hands were sneaking under his shirt and kissing him like he was a starving man. Minghao’s own hands subconsciously wandered around Junhui’s back, relishing the feel of his feverish skin despite the layer of fabric between his fingers and the vampire’s body.
For a while, the two did nothing else but kiss lazily, their mouths moving in slow synchronization, as their hands explored the other's body blindly. The air was soon thick with sexual tension and their skin grew warmer until Minghao couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back from Junhui, breaking their kiss, and tugged at his shirt with a hint of annoyance.
“Take off your shirt. Quickly, Junhui ge,” Minghao urged lustfully but the brown haired boy ignored him in favour of marking him. His lips drifted down from Minghao’s mouth to his collarbone where he spent a long time sucking a large hickey on the skin.
The whole time, Minghao was whimpering softly and whispering for Junhui to strip. He felt so hot all over, feverish even, and he wanted nothing more than skin to skin contact but Junhui wasn't listening. He was actually laughing against Minghao’s neck.
How dare you, Minghao glowered at the audacity of his boyfriend before warning, “Junhui ge, strip. Quickly.”
“Feisty,” Junhui teased before his voice dropped an octave lower. “I like that.”
Minghao wasn't amused. Especially, since the vampire was still making no move to take off his shirt. Instead, he was planting tiny, brief kisses all around Minghao’s neck while his hands stroked his torso idly. Sure, that was nice and all but the thing was, Minghao was incredibly hard and Junhui wasn't helping with his little, almost useless actions.
Lowering his mouth to Junhui’s ear, Minghao quietly threatened, “if you haven't stripped in a minute, I’m going to leave you alone and just jerk myself off.”
At that, Junhui halted for a second before asking, “can I watch at least?”
“Junhui ge!” Minghao whined loudly, shifting in his lap to show his displeasure. He hadn’t expect his threat to backfire on him and he was really hard. He felt like a hormonal teenager again, desperate for sex, but this time, instead of his ex boyfriend, he was with a strikingly handsome and infuriatingly annoying vampire. Except at the rate Junhui was going, Minghao was pretty sure that he would get off faster with the ex boyfriend than with the vampire.
“You're adorable when you're mad.” Junhui remarked, smiling incorrigibly before whispering in Minghao’s ear. “Bedroom?”
Minghao gave a little gasp as Junhui dipped a hand below his pants. “Bedroom.” He affirmed breathlessly and Junhui smirked.
Lying on his stomach, Minghao woke up to the sensation of kisses being littered over his naked back and he stirred slightly. Still half asleep, Minghao groped blindly for the blanket to pull it higher to cover his bare skin but Junhui placed a hand over his and then rolled the younger towards him so that his back was to his chest.
“Good morning, bǎobèi,” Junhui whispered into Minghao’s ear softly, the endearment possessing a whole new meaning now. His breath tickled Minghao who squirmed slightly in delight.
“Morning,” Minghao sleepily replied, eyes still closed. He wasn’t ready to wake up yet, not after last night - he was absolutely exhausted. On hindsight, he should have known that vampires had inexhaustible stamina.
Smiling to himself at the previous night’s memories, Minghao shifted about on the bed as he shivered a bit at the cold. He wasn’t someone who usually slept in the nude and the lack of clothes made him more sensitive to the morning chill. Giving up, Minghao grabbed Junhui’s arm and draped it over his chest as he snuggled closer to the elder.
“Yes, this is better.” Minghao sighed in contentment at Junhui’s body heat, about to return to his slumber.
“Are you feeling cold?” Junhui asked, concerned, and the blond gave him a quick nod. Effortlessly as if he was a child, Junhui pulled a languid Minghao on top of him. Not fully awake yet, Minghao parted his legs automatically to accommodate the vampire who then hugged Minghao tightly, his arms wrapped around him.
Satisfied by the amount of physical contact and the body heat, Minghao managed a drowsy smile as he finally opened his eyes, raising his head to lock eyes with Junhui. “Not anymore.”
It was probably early morning, judging from the pale pink sky evident from the windows, and sunlight was streaming through the windows. The sunshine casted a warm glow over the vampire, making him look like some angel who descended from the sky.
Not for the first time, Minghao was in awe at how good looking the elder was. The two were worlds apart but somehow, they fitted each other perfectly. Sighing happily at his incredible luck at having snagged this perfection of a man, Minghao brushed Junhui’s fringe away from his eyes which turned into twin crescents as he smiled tenderly back.
“By the way, you don’t stink anymore,” Junhui informed the younger who burst into a smile.
“Really?” Minghao exclaimed, suddenly wide awake by the news. He pecked Junhui quickly on the cheek before asking with no small amount of curiosity, “what do I smell like right now then?”
“You...” Junhui paused to roll Minghao back on his back, the vampire hovering above him on bent elbows. Playfully, Junhui nuzzled at Minghao’s neck, causing peals of laughter to emerge from the younger at the ticklish sensation. He sniffed deeply at Minghao before answering, “you smell like me.”
Despite himself, Minghao felt himself go red. “Gee, I wonder why.” He muttered under his breath as Junhui smirked arrogantly, feeling extremely pleased by the array of love bites scattered all over Minghao’s body. They definitely hadn't stopped at one round.
In retrospect, Minghao shouldn’t be surprised. If being near an impure already causes me to stink like them, then sleeping with a pure blood would definitely make me smell like one. He reasoned with himself when another thought occurred to him.
“Wait, does this mean that I don’t have to stay here any long?” Minghao questioned, eyes large with surprise. “Because that’s the only reason why I was even here in the first place, right?”
Smiling in amusement, Junhui tilted his head at Minghao. “That was before we were in a relationship. If you want, you can continue staying with me.” He had a somewhat hopeful glint in his eyes as he waited for the younger’s answer.
Yet, Minghao hesitated as he mused on the generous offer given to him for a while. Of course, it would be nice to live with Junhui ge, he pondered happily, his mind already conjuring visions of them being domestic together, and I can give up my rented apartment for Junhui’s. I’ll be able to see him every day and sleep in his arms every night.
But it’s such a large step - a step I’m not sure if I’m ready for. His eyes glazed over thoughtfully, thinking deeply. We’re going to cohabit when our relationship is just in the beginning stages? Isn’t that a tad too far? I have never cohabit with anyone before.
His decision must have been obvious on his face for Junhui’s face fell as he read Minghao’s facial features. “Oh.” He expressed knowingly, the single word relaying his disappointment effectively.
“Oh.” Minghao meekly echoed, sheepishness written all over his face, before putting his arms around the vampire’s neck. He hurriedly reassured, “it's nothing personal, okay? I just don't think I’m ready for such a big step. I’m only twenty years old, for goodness’ sake.” He opted for a quick laugh at the end, hoping that would dissipate any tension.
“I know, I’m not upset.” Junhui replied, eyes scanning Minghao’s face carefully for any signs of doubt. “As long as you're happy, I don't care if you're living with me or not because cohabitation doesn't necessarily equate to love.” He wholeheartedly declared without any falseness.
Pleasantly startled, Minghao couldn’t stop a silly smile from stretching across his face. “That’s - That’s very sweet of you, Junhui ge.” He rewarded the vampire with another quick, fleeting kiss, this time on the nose and Junhui scrunched up his nose adorably. “I’m so glad that you understand.”
Twinkling amusement and adoration visible in his eyes, Junhui stared at Minghao as he shared with a hint of pride, “I’m more than a century old, Minghao. I’m the most understanding person you’ll ever meet.”
Ignoring the second sentence because he had no comeback for it, Minghao mischievously teased, “does that make our relationship a May-December one? Because our age difference is pretty large, you know. I’m twenty years old and you’re - what? A hundred and fifty years old?”
As he spoke, Minghao was surprised to realize that he really didn’t know Junhui’s age or his hometown or anything else that he was amazing in bed. But instead of the usual insecurity that plagued him about the stark difference between them, Minghao didn’t panick. After all, they have all the time in the world to learn more about each other.
“Do I look that young?” Junhui shot back playfully and Minghao’s mouth fell open, his mind calculating the years.
“Young?” Minghao spluttered incredulously, unable to believe it. But you don’t look like you’re older than a hundred and fifty. A second thought came almost instantaneously. Oh, but of course, he’s a vampire.
“How old exactly are you?” Minghao demanded curiously, his mind batting away an image of Junhui with white hair. “Did I just slept with a five hundred years old man?”
Junhui looked miffed at the younger’s words and he scoffed, offended. “I’ll have you know that I’m less than half that age.”
“Half?” Minghao echoed before he did the sums in his head. “So, you’re not two hundred and fifty years old? You’re younger than that?”
“I’m two hundred and twenty one years old, bǎobèi,” Junhui finally revealed, watching Minghao carefully for his reaction.
“Oh my gosh. I just slept with a man eleven times my age.” Minghao moaned before breaking out in peals of laughter as he saw Junhui’s face fell. The elder quickly schooled his facial features before giving Minghao a warning bite on the shoulder and he yelped.
“Considering how I’m physically twenty one years old,” Junhui began pompously, as he lowered his head closer to Minghao’s until he was only a few centimeters away. “I’ll have to disagree with you.”
“Forever twenty one, huh,” Minghao smirked back, raising his head slightly so that he could nip at Junhui’s bottom lip. He grinned back, acting all innocent. The vampire glowered at him before capturing his lips in a heartfelt kiss that left Minghao gasping for breath afterwards.
“No,” Junhui shook his head before cheesily correcting, “forever yours.”
“Gross, you’re so corny.” Minghao cringed at the greasy words that left his boyfriend’s lips but his smile and kisses told another story. Pecking him again on the lips, Minghao sighed happily, “I can’t believe you belong to me.”
“Neither can I,” Junhui confessed with sincere love in his eyes before kissing Minghao again.