Not So Lucky Part 1
Male reader X HoMin fanfic
Rating: NC-17 for some shit you didn't even know you needed in your life.
When day turns to night and the uneventful takes a nosedive into realms unimaginable, you find that the world is a lot more complicated, and deadly, than you had ever previously realized.
This fanfic is for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect my personal views of the subjects themselves.
-Dedicated to S
Generally speaking, tonight was quite the average night despite the fact that you had to be called into the studio at five that day for an emergency session with daddy’s little pop star. Again. Here you thought you were nearing the end of your shift. So much for that….
When you finally made it back home after auto-tuning her goose impressions out the ass in the key of Adele’s D minus (or you know, minor), you finally found yourself at apartment sweet apartment for the night. Walking in, you realized it wasn’t that late when your phone buzzed bright at 11:03pm with a text from your manager, hyping up tonight’s soundboard sorcery.
“Nice work tonight, man. The world’s next American Mydol might want to try a throat lozenge next time. That, or a two by four to the face before she thinks about cutting a record with us again. Either way, good job with the mix-down it was pretty smooth.”
Nifty. Compliments and the onset of a migraine go together right? You dropped your shit and took off your leather coat. Sure, it wasn’t a heavy duty function forward accessory for Cali in February, but still, you thought it framed your shoulders well. Now it was to the kitchen for a late night “dinner” and most probably a drink.
No wait scratch that, most definitely a drink.
You searched through your fridge for something edible, finding frozen chicken the easiest thing to prepare and consume. That’s when it was a trip to the microwave, and then the liquor cabinet for….
tonight was definitely a bourbon night.
You plopped onto the couch to enjoy your delicacies, finished up with a final swig to your first round of the evening, and contemplated whether or not you would like to get in a mini-workout before bed. You’ve had one or two tipsy workouts before. Not that you know, one glass of the hard stuff got you tipsy per se, but while you headed down the hall to your room, you remembered reading something in a magazine about mixing alcohol and heavy lifting. Whatever. Time to get into something less form fitting than today’s pair of jeans.
However, something felt off. It wasn’t the liquor that now left the slightest burn on your tongue, and it wasn’t fatigue from today’s “slaving away” at the recording studio. No, something flitted out of the corner of your eye right as you entered your bedroom, flicking on the overhead light. You turned, scanning behind you, seeing nothing in the sliver of light leading out from your room, paused, and then really wondered if working out was such a good idea if you were seeing things.
Nah fuck it, it was probably just a weird pre-headache thing or something. You turned back and waltzed into your bedroom, heading in the direction of your closet for a pair of workout pants when you shivered. Something made you coldly tense in your generally well-conditioned apartment, which was strange considering the average feeling of the temperature in your room. That’s when your fingertips touched the edge of your closet, and you felt it.
Like a cold slap onto the nape of your neck, something whipped behind you, causing you to turn around, with someone standing in the doorway of your room.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing in my-” was all you could demand from this dark figure before he closed the distance between you two, knocked you flat on your back onto the hard surface of your bedroom floor. His hand roughly grasped into the base of your skull to prevent your head from smacking against the ground. Before you could even breathe another syllable, the figure’s other hand tore into the collar of your t-shirt, ripping the material downward before assaulting your neck with his mouth.
“WHAT THE FUghuf” you tried yelling as his cradling hand latched onto your mouth. It felt as if five iron bars wanted to form in the shape of your jaw. But that was the least of your concerns. This guy who you barely had a chance to look at properly from the shadow of your hallway was now tearing into your skin with his teeth. You thought, ‘this fuck actually thinks he’s a fucking vampire or some shit?’ before in a flash, the stranger pulled away from the wound he had made at your neck. His menacing eyes were dark, and his features that of a wickedly attractive Asian male, but before you could even process the look of his face, his blood stained lips and fangs growled out,
“I do not ‘think’ I am vampire, human. I am,” before he lunged forward to tear right back into the same wound at your throat with the unearthly pain of his teeth.
Words were lost to your mind as your thoughts went into overdrive and you did your best to thrash wildly underneath him. You feebly moved but an inch from your wild efforts to get this thing off of you while thinking, ‘What was happening? This is not a fucking joke. Get the fuck off of me. I’m bleeding, and this guy thinks he’s fucking feeding on me.’ With that last thought ricocheting through your mind at light speed, the monster on top of you tore mercilessly deeper into the wound he had made with a core shattering growl. You keened into his fingers on your mouth, a rough gurgle of pain erupting from your throat not of your own accord.
After what seemed like ages, the stranger pulled away and removed himself from the bite he had made in your neck. You could already feel the blood trickling down to the floor underneath you. Your hands came up, now free from underneath his arching frame to try and escape, when with a slam they were torn above you and brought down with a sickening smack onto the hardness of your bedroom floor.
“Not tonight human.” Was all he said while licking his bloody mouth, a hair’s length away from your face.
“Come now Yunho. Is that any way to treat our companion for the evening?” said a bemused voice behind the man’s frame. You leaned to the man’s side to see another figure strutting into view, clad in a sharp, charcoal grey suit, dark lapels, and mid length hair swept in a three-quarter part to one side. Also Asian, and strikingly handsome (albeit less ferocious in appearance than the dead-eyed, bloody mouthed bastard now hiking your body to its feet by your torn and bloodied shirt), this stranger walked with the same eerie physicality of this “Yunho” character. Apparently, they were one in the same. You couldn’t believe they were actually vampires.
“Oh indeed we are, human. We’re immortals with a taste for red I’m afraid, and tonight is not your lucky night.”
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