you keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun
you keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun
jonghyun/onew
5691 words; r
'tis for this prompt at kpopfickink. for the great yhue - i hope you dick isn't insecure anymore ): and thanks to awonder2big and saboteurist for looking it over and unsuck-ifying it. and again, thanks to dongbangsuju20 for cheerleading me on and urging me to finish it. i love you guys ;____;
Jonghyun inhales, eyes widening as the scent of blood fills his nostrils. Someone’s walking in the alleyway below, and their smell is just so, so intoxicating. He jumps down in the street and fixes his jacket, walking into the alleyway. It’s a girl in her mid-teens with earbuds in her ears and hands shoved in her pockets, humming the tune as she goes, oblivious to her surroundings. Jonghyun grins - the perfect prey. He quickens his pace and keeps his eyes on the ground, licking his fangs when she doesn’t hear him coming. The music from her ipod is loud enough for him to hear, some rock song from a couple years ago. That doesn’t matter though, because up close the scent of her blood is just so enticing - to not be able to drink it would be a crime.
He runs at her and knocks her into the wall. She never gets a chance to know what’s going on before there’s a limp, drained body on the ground. Jonghyun wipes his lips and stands up, staring down at the body. He vaguely wonders if he should save her or leave her to die, and ends up deciding on the latter. He steps back out onto the main road and makes a run for it - if anyone ever saw him, they didn’t anymore.
Three weeks and twenty seven victims later, he finds himself in the heart of Seoul, making his way to one of the clubs. He catches the eye of a girl in the corner and makes his way over, grinning. “Hello,” he says, and she laughs. “Drink?”
“Why not?” she replies and follows him to the counter. She orders a shot of vodka and they make small talk. It takes almost no time for her to order another shot, and then another, and then she’s completely drunk, and lost somewhere in the crowd. The scent of her is alluring, a dark bittersweet taste that floods his senses. He pushes through the crowd on the dance floor, trying to focus on her scent alone until someone bumps into his shoulder. They mumble a quick apology and slide past him, but not before Jonghyun’s gets a quick whiff of their blood.
Jonghyun blinks. Once. Twice, then turns around to see who the intruder is, but there’s too many people on the dance floor, too many different scents that block out the one he’s searching for. He debates with himself and decides against it, opting to just find the girl he was speaking to before.
He finds himself in the quieter part of Seoul the next day, at the same bookstore he always goes to. He stays back a little longer than usual, too caught up in a book to notice the time. When he finally does notice, he simply shrugs and goes back to reading. He’s had plenty of food to keep him quenched for days. Possibly weeks. Besides, it’s not the food that keeps him coming back, but rather the game. It’s kind of thrilling, watching them go from unsuspecting to terrified to helpless. Same routine, over and over.
“Sir? Sorry, but we’re closing,” someone says from next to him. He frowns, annoyed.
“You close at nine, though.”
“It is nine,” they reply, somewhat shyly, and the familiar scent floods Jonghyun’s senses. He immediately closes the book and looks up.
His jaw goes hard and grip on the book tightens. The other person stiffens up as well, eyeing him up and down. He waits for Jonghyun to speak. Jonghyun inhales hard and waits for him to speak.
“Jonghyun,” he says softly.
“Hello,” he manages, trying to decide between openly smelling his blood and trying to block out the senses. He puts the book down on the table and stands up. “Jinki.”
Jinki splutters. “You’re supposed to be dead. Missing.”
“Missing doesn’t mean dead.”
“There was blood everywhere. How could you have not been dead?”
Jonghyun tries to search for an explanation. “Well, I mean. It wasn’t my blood. Well. It was, but. It’s difficult to explain. What are you doing in Seoul?”
“I moved,” Jinki frowns. “I got a scholarship to college here. It doesn’t cover all of the tuition, so I work here from six to closing time. What about you? You look reasonably… well off.” He looks Jonghyun up and down, taking in the leather jacket and boots.
“I ran,” Jonghyun says. “And, well. Let’s keep that part a secret,” he smiles and slips past Jinki, deciding against putting his friend in any danger. “Classified information. Anyway,” Jonghyun continues, “you’re right, it’s a little past nine, I really should be leaving. Maybe I’ll see you later.” He fixes his jacket and disappears among the shelves. He hopes not to see Jinki again, now that he knows who the owner of the incredibly sweet scented blood is.
He finds himself at the new bookstore half way across town the next day, after finding that eternity really is boring, and one of the greatest ways to waste time without actually wasting time was to read. Besides, there was always a nice philosophical book waiting to be opened. The only thing that bothers him is that the main character of this book is named Jinki, and isn’t really like the Jinki he knows at all. He’s hard and stubborn unlike his Jinki, who’s sweet and softhearted, and able to steal Jonghyun’s breath away without saying a word. He frowns and stares at the page without reading any of the words. At this point in his vampirehood, he would’ve assumed that Jinki would be a faded memory in the back of his head, with more prominent subjects coming up every other moment, like blood, for example.
But no, it doesn’t, and Jonghyun makes sure to add that to his list of Things That Should Be Vampirey But Actually Aren’t. He sighs and leans back in the arm chair, staring at the bookshelf in front of him.
“Jonghyun!” someone calls, and Jonghyun looks up to see Krystal down the aisle. “What are you doing here?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be quiet in a bookstore?” he frowns. He met Krystal a week ago working in the other shop, where they bonded over Poe and Brontë. She worked in the shift before Jinki, and was the first and only person to figure out his current predicament. Jonghyun had expected her to run away, but instead she had just asked him if he would prey on her. After he’d said no, she just shrugged and pulled another book out of the shelf. Krystal could be unnerving and sharp, but a great friend when it came down to it. “Don’t you work in the store across town?”
“Oh, yeah. I came here to drop off some things for my sister. She usually studies in this shop, and I’m on break anyway. What’s a mysterious parasite like you doing here?”
“Stop calling me that,” Jonghyun mumbles and places the book down.”I ran into some troubles into your store.”
“Troubles that aren’t me? Deets.”
Jonghyun sighs and motions for Krystal to sit down. She does, and he begins to tell her everything from the beginning. He lived in the suburbs of Seoul in a relatively small town where everyone knew everyone. Except no one really mattered to Jonghyun - not the way Jinki did. Jonghyun mainly lived off of music, opting to stay up late and finish compositions rather than do his algebra homework. And there he discovered Jinki’s voice, somewhere in an empty classroom at their school during an unsuspecting cold winter morning. Their voices matched, and so did their personalities, and that was all it really took for Jonghyun to stumble over his own heart and get it tangled with Jinki’s. Then he went downtown one day and met a woman who he’d soon know to be his killer, and his reviver. Cue present day, Jonghyun meeting Jinki in the club, then later in the bookstore.
“He just smells really fucking good,” Jonghyun finishes glamorously. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“This sounds like Twilight 2.0.,” Krystal deadpans. “You have a really lame life. And, uh, offended. I wear perfume everyday and you don’t say anything.”
“Is it blood scented?” Jonghyun asks and leans in. Krystal hits him on the head with a book.
“You seem pretty set against doing anything to him, and you look like you have enough resistance. I don’t see the problem.”
Jonghyun opens his mouth to speak, but then someone walks down into their aisle and shuffles through the books. Krystal and Jonghyun exchange looks and leave the shop together. Jonghyun pulls the hood of his oversized sweater over his head when they enter the sunlight. “It’s not just that. I like him, if I didn’t get that across already, which makes my tolerance take a low dip.”
“You have such weird taste,” Krystal says and sticks her tongue out. “He likes books like Animal Farm. Yuck.” Jonghyun wrinkles his nose as well and laughs. “Still, not only have you made yourself curious, but I bet he’s also wondering how you’re still alive and not living on the streets or something.” She gives him a side glance. “Can you imagine what he’s thinking for you to have earned those diamond earrings? Prostitution, child assassin, drug dealer, et cetera et cetera. Hey, let’s go in here,” Krystal says and opens the door to a Starbucks. Jonghyun shrugs and follows her, taking the table next to the wall. “Hey, hey, rich drug dealer, wanna buy the poor college freshie a drink?”
Jonghyun laughs and pats her head. “Shawty what yo name is? Can I buy you a drank?”
“I swear, if you break out into song again I will personally crucify your ass. Holy water and everything.”
Jonghyun laughs at her again and walks over to the counter. “I’m going to just assume you want what you got last time.”
“Works for me,” Krystal shrugs and takes a seat. Jonghyun comes back with the drink and hands it to Krystal. “Your hand is colder than the drink. Creep.”
“Only you would call someone who could murder you in a second a creep.”
“We went way off topic,” Krystal frowns. “Okay, so basically you like this boy, said boy most likely likes you back, because I know these things, except you are being restrained by certain… physiological differences.”
“Certain different that include-”
“Yeah, yeah, the whole blood thing, walking out in sunlight, sleeping in a coffin. Well Jinki is pretty nocturnal himself? I don’t know about the coffin part.”
“I don’t sleep in a coffin,” Jonghyun mumbles.
“What about garlic?”
Jonghyun winces.
“I don’t know, what else is there to a vampire?”
“I have no reflection?”
“Must be tragic for you.”
“Incredibly tragic.” Jonghyun sighs and watches as Krystal takes a sip of her frapuccino. Her hair is tucked behind her ear with the left side of her neck showing. Jonghyun can see one of the more prominent veins and he swallows slowly. “I can’t walk into people’s homes unless I’m invited? Vague mind controlling. I’m not very good at that, though.”
Krystal hums and puts her cup down. “Then there’s the whole enhanced senses thing and the-has he always been here?”
Jonghyun turns around to where Krystal is looking and groans. Jinki is sitting there with a friend with his scarf pulled up to his face. He spins back around and firmly plants his face on the table. Krystal laughs. “This should be our cue to leave,” he says.
“This should be your cue to man the fuck up and get some,” Krystal retorts. “Look, just apologize for your behavior the other day and ask if he wants to catch up or something. If you say no I will follow you everywhere with a rosary and drive a stake through your balls.” Jonghyun groans and slumps in his seat.
“Krystal! And… Jonghyun, is that you?”
Jonghyun curses under his breath and Krystal smiles, waving them over. She motions for Jonghyun to stand up and they greet Jinki and his friend, Joon.
“I didn’t know you were friends with Krystal,” Jinki says, a little hurt. “When did that happen?”
“Last week-ish?” Jonghyun finds himself saying, and shifts a little backwards, as if that will subdue the smell a little. “Er, if we’re intruding on you and your friend or anything, then we’ll just-”
“No!” Jinki says, a little louder than normal. Krystal and Jonghyun exchange glances. “I mean, Joon was leaving. That’s how we saw you guys, actually.”
Joon smiles. “Yeah, I’m going to be late for work, so is it okay if I…?”
Krystal smiles. “Oh, yeah, no problem. Actually, what time is it? My shift should be starting soon.” She grabs her cellphone out of her pocket and sighs. “Yeah, um. Late. I think I’ll head off too. Heard you guys have a lot of catching up to do, anyway.” She turns around to pick up her cup and kicks the back of Jonghyun’s ankle. He tries not to groan too loudly. Krystal and Joon leave the café together, with Jonghyun and Jinki standing next to the table awkwardly.
“So,” Jonghyun starts, and then decides it’s better if he didn’t.
“You left rather quickly the other day. Did I do anything?”
“Uh,” Jonghyun finds himself saying. “No, not at all. I was in a particularly bad mood, to be honest. Anyway, I’m sorry about that.”
Jinki smiles. “No, it’s fine. I figured it was something like that, especially with what happened to you and all. Probably don’t want to talk about it, right?”
Jonghyun decides to play along. “A little traumatizing, yeah.” Actually, it happened way too quickly for Jonghyun to even realize what was going on before suddenly he was very, very hungry. The girl vampire had quickly explained what she did and left him to deal with the aftermath. At best, it was a little unnerving. “Sorry, can we not go down that path?”
Jinki nods, and they stare at the floor for a moment longer. “So,” Jinki says slowly. “D’you want to come to my place? I don’t dorm at the college, so I have my own little apartment. It’s small, but nice?”
Jonghyun looks outside to see it close to dark. It’s almost twilight, which Jonghyun assumes would be safe enough to travel without his hood over his head. “Sure, why not?”
The walk back to Jinki’s apartment is quiet, with Jonghyun trying to ignore the quizzical glances Jinki sends Jonghyun, like he’s some type of puzzle he just can’t solve. They enter Jinki’s apartment, and Jonghyun can’t help but be a little disappointed at how normal it is, except for the piano in the corner of the room, right in front of the balcony window. “I’m majoring in composition,” Jinki says when he follows Jonghyun’s gaze. “Inspired by yours truly. I know it’s only been about a month, but do you still play?”
Jonghyun’s face lights up instantly. “I haven’t gotten a chance. May I?” He takes a seat on the bench when he gets Jinki’s approval, watching carefully as Jinki leans against the piano. He plays an old unfinished song he created back around the time they had first met, when Jonghyun had little interest in anyone or anything. It’s short, the draft was barely two minutes long, and by the time it starts, it’s already finished, Jonghyun’s fingers a little sore and his mind a little queasy. He looks up at Jinki expectantly.
Jinki claps. “That was great,” he says, but there’s something else in his eyes that shines, and it makes Jonghyun’s heart swell. It’s a bad move, because he inhales deeply, and fuck, the scent of Jinki floors him.
“Jonghyun, are you okay? Hello?”
Jonghyun realizes he’s been spacing out for a while and shakes his head. “Sorry,” he says, “got a little lightheaded for a moment. It’s a side effect of… something.” He hates himself for a moment, because he hadn’t realized he wasn’t breathing the whole time, but now that he finally is, everything seems to smell of Jinki. He gets off the piano bench and steps to the side stiffly, limbs jerking awkwardly rather than simply moving.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom? You seem a little sick. Here, let me show you where to go.”
“Oh, no. No, no. That really won’t be necessary, really. Jinki!” Jonghyun uselessly prattles on, but Jinki has a hand on his lower back, just like old times, and is leading him down the hallway. This is really not the time for Jinki to realize that Jonghyun more or less doesn’t have a reflection, and Jinki’s hand at his back is warm and it burns a hole where it’s rested, the scent of Jinki right there clouding his senses. He can feel his canines molding themselves into fangs and suddenly everything stops.
Jonghyun looks up, confused, before he realizes he’s staring at Jinki’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. There’s a blank spot where he should be, and something tells Jonghyun that now would be the time to start explaining things.
He turns towards Jinki, who is backing away from him slowly with wide eyes, and something in Jonghyun’s cold, unbeating heart falls. “Wait-” he starts, but Jinki cuts him off.
“Why don’t you have a reflection? What happened to you, Jonghyun?”
“Look, I can-”
“Who are you?” Jinki says quietly, and Jonghyun shatters into a million pieces.
His gaze hardens and he pushes past Jinki, heading towards the doorway. “I can’t stand the sunlight, I hate crosses, I have an awful desire to drink your blood, but at the same time I really, really like you and I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m going to leave, and hopefully we won’t meet again.”
He exits and throws his hood over his head, even though it’s dark outside and a full moon. He’d rather not have anyone see the tears that run down his face.
“Oh my god, please do something about your gross Twilight-esque life,” Krystal groans and drops a box next to Jonghyun. “I cannot stand him acting so mopey around me. ‘Do you happen to know anything strange about Jonghyun? How long have you known? How did you react? Was my reaction weird? Does Jonghyun ask about me?’”
Jonghyun snorts and slides a book back into the bookshelf. “And what did you tell him?”
“Yes, for a very long time, I didn’t care, yes it was, and no, but he’s also very obviously moping.”
“I am not moping.”
“You’re reading Kafka,” Krystals says, gesturing to the book he just placed back in the shelf. “Just to clarify.”
“Kafka is a great author! Besides, I like Poe. You like Poe.”
“I like reading about people’s body parts being under floorboards. I don’t like reading things that never make me want to step outside my house again.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jonghyun sniffs. “And I’m hungry.”
“Well,” Krystal smiles. “Jessica and I ate Italian food, so I just had garlic bread. Want to smell my breath?”
Jonghyun flinches.
The next two weeks fly by without any sign of Jinki. Jonghyun’s basically given up on Jinki of ever accepting him. Doesn’t make it hurt less, but it’s nice to be able to know what to expect. And that would be nothing.
“Why do I always buy you lunch?” Jonghyun groans, leaning back in his chair as Krystal takes a giant bite out of her sandwich.
“Because you’re the rich parasite who doesn’t need to spend money on food. You only eat things raw.”
“Whatever, you smell really bad anyway. I wouldn’t drink someone whose blood smells like that.”
Krystal shrugs. “Keeps the mosquitos away. Speaking of pests, oh my god can you two do something? I found Jinki staring at a copy of Dracula, and it was really disturbing for some reason. Just come to the bookstore. Say I have a book saved for you.”
Jonghyun laughs, but its short lived because he thinks about Jinki and how that conversation would go. “That would be awkward.”
Awkward, Jonghyun realizes, is more of an understatement than anything. Jinki shuffles through the cabinets and in the drawers, but there is no book waiting for him. He does his best not to look Jinki in the eye or at him at all, and chooses to stare at the ground instead.
“I’m sorry,” Jinki stammers. “I just, I don’t know, it’s not here. Are you sure she left it here?”
“That’s what she told me,” Jonghyun says. “Has she spoke about any books recently?”
Jinki thinks for a moment before ducking down again and opening up the cabinets once more. Jonghyun watches the top of his head, his hair a musty brown color that’s sticking out in random directions. “I wouldn’t hurt you,” Jonghyun says softly. “I don’t hurt Krystal.” He sees Jinki stiffen up and the clattering of books from below pauses for a moment. “I mean, I like you and all, if that holds any weight still. I just. This separation thing is not working for me.” When Jinki doesn’t answer, Jonghyun sighs and fixes his posture. “Okay, well I’m going to head home. I’ll just ask Krystal tomorrow.”
Jonghyun is busy playing with his phone a week later when someone sits down next to him. It takes Jonghyun a moment to notice their presence, too busy trying to one up his score on Tetris. He finally puts the phone down and freezes. Jinki is sitting there, watching him carefully, and when Jonghyun looks at him, his eyes widen and he looks around him hurriedly.
“Hello,” Jinki says cautiously.
“Hi.”
They lapse into silence for a couple minutes before Jinki finally admits, “I don’t really know why I’m here.”
“That’s nice to know,” Jonghyun sighs. “At least we’re being honest with ourselves.”
“Honesty is the best policy,” Jinki smiles nervously. “But really, I was just really scared. It was completely mortifying. First of all, finding out my best friend isn’t actually dead, which I cried over for weeks. Then finding out he’s a vampire, of all things. Speaking of traumatizing. But,” he continues, “I really like you as well. So I don’t know how this is going to work out.”
Jonghyun watches him carefully out of the corner of his eye and frowns. He gets up and walks over to Jinki’s chair, kneeling down on the floor beside him. “I don’t know why this needs thinking,” he murmurs. “You still don’t trust me, right?” He grabs Jinki’s arm and presses his lips against Jinki’s softly. Jonghyun’s eyes flutter closed and he sighs into the kiss when Jinki brings a hand around his neck and tangles his fingers in Jonghyun’s hair. They separate reluctantly, with Jonghyun breathing against Jinki’s nape. He inhales sharply and then pulls away when Jinki’s scent is overwhelming his senses. “See?” Jonghyun whispers. “You can trust me.”
Krystal’s life has more or less gotten much harder than it was before.
“Oh my god, ew, you guys are disgusting,” Krystal throws a hardcover Harry Potter book at them when she discovers them kissing in the back aisle. “Get a room!”
Once Jonghyun finds her ripping the petals off a dead flower in the backroom while saying to herself, “To kill them both, to not kill them both, to kill them both…”
Jinki, however, seems not to want to go any farther than the simplest of kisses, and Jonghyun vows to keep his own vampire powers at bay. However, he still finds it frustrating that Jinki pulls away the moment Jonghyun coaxes his mouth open, tongue brushing against his lips slowly.
“It’s not supposed to work this way!” he whines to Krystal. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying no, and him trying to jump me?”
“If you want to be Edward, be my guest.” She puts her tea down onto the table and takes out her phone, intent on ignoring Jonghyun.
“Why does everything have to go back to Twilight?” Jonghyun asks himself and jumps off the desk. He makes his way through the bookstore until he finds Jinki gathering his belongings and getting ready to leave. “You,” he says, pointing at Jinki. “You’ve never been to my house.”
“I haven’t?” He pauses for a moment before his eyes widen. “I haven’t! That seems odd, for some reason. I used to always go to your house back when you were… alive.” Jinki hesitates as if he’s said something wrong, but Jonghyun just shrugs and picks up Jinki’s bag.
“Well, now you are. Let’s go.”
They go down the streets and through a couple alleyways until they reach one of the taller towers in the city and enter it. Jonghyun’s room is on the 43rd floor, and while it isn’t anything big compared to the rest of the building, it’s certainly something for a college student like Jinki.
“Where do you get the money for this?”
Jonghyun smiles at him but doesn’t answer, simply opts for entwining his fingers with Jinki’s and giving him a tour of his home. “And this is the kitchen,” he gestures grandly, and Jinki looks around amusedly.
“You have an expo board on your fridge.”
“Hey,” Jonghyun pouts, “nothing wrong with writing down all my appointments.”
“Why do you even have a fridge?” Jinki frowns. “What do you keep in it?”
Jonghyun tugs on Jinki’s hand and leads him away. “Stuff,” he says ambiguously. “Anyway, the final room is my bedroom.” He opens the door and Jinki walks in. The room looks oddly normal, crème colored bed sheets with a TV across from it. The only memorable part would be the black curtains covering the windows. Jonghyun follows his line of sight and laughs. “I know, dreary. But it’s night now, so I can open those if you’d like.”
Jonghyun slides one of the curtains out of view, and Jinki the other. “Balcony,” Jinki says, smiling and slides the door open. He steps out onto the deck and rests his elbows on the railing. “Wow,” he breathes. “You live right in the middle of Seoul. Oh, look. That’s my college, over there.” He points to the cluster of buildings west of where they’re looking. “Yeah, giant clock tower. That’s my college.”
Jonghyun leans back against the railing and watches Jinki silently. The air is fresher on the balcony than it is inside, and he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of Jinki’s blood. His eyes cloud and he wraps his hand around Jinki’s wrist, tugging lightly. Jinki stops talking and faces him, confusion shadowing his features. Jonghyun pulls Jinki over to him and lightly drags his mouth over Jinki’s jaw, chuckling when his breath hitches. He brings his lips to Jinki’s and closes whatever space is left between them, hooking an arm around his waist. Jinki makes a non-committal sound and sighs into the kiss, fingers playing across Jonghyun’s back where they come and rest around his neck. He feels Jonghyun’s tongue brushing against his lips and he moans, removing his hands and pushing lightly at Jonghyun’s chest.
They part lips and Jinki can feel Jonghyun breathing against his cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “You can trust me.”
Jinki feels himself giving in when Jonghyun kisses him softly on the forehead and then on his temple, slowly moving down his face and back to his mouth. He makes a strangled noise and presses himself against Jonghyun, shifting when Jonghyun starts to pull at his jacket. It falls to the floor with a thump and then Jonghyun’s trailing down his neck, and Jinki doesn’t miss the sharp intake of breath when he passes his neck and goes straight for his shoulder, nipping lightly. Jinki moves his arms around Jonghyun’s waist and lifts him up; Jonghyun wraps his legs around Jinki’s torso as he tries to reach every inch of Jinki’s skin as he can. Jinki moans and tangles one hand into Jonghyun’s hair, insistent as he tugs on it. He walks backwards until the sliding door hits him in the back and he momentarily loses his grip on Jonghyun.
They fall down onto the floor in a giant heap together, and Jinki’s cheeks burn in embarrassment as he hears Jonghyun laughing next to him, breathless and disheveled. He takes in the view of a thoroughly debauched Jonghyun, with his hair mussed and lips parted, swollen and bright red. He looks absolutely beautiful, stunning, even.
Jonghyun stands up first and holds out his hand for Jinki, who takes it and is led towards the bed. Jonghyun pushes him back onto the mattress and crawls on top of him. He fists the collar of Jinki’s shirt and resumes kissing more, harsher than before, all with teeth and tongue, and Jinki finds that he doesn’t mind at all. Jonghyun’s fangs are still subdued, even as he presses Jinki further into the bed, rushing to get Jinki’s shirt off of him. His hands roam around his exposed chest and Jonghyun slides his mouth down Jinki’s body, lower, lower, lower, until Jinki’s eyes roll into the back of his head when Jonghyun unzips his fly and palms Jinki through his boxers. He keens into the touch, bending forward and grabbing Jonghyun’s hair.
Jonghyun hisses and struggles to pull Jinki’s pants off, Jinki shifting his hips to make the job easier. Once his pants and boxers are discarded, Jonghyun takes Jinki into his mouth and he groans as he watches Jonghyun’s head bob up and down. Jinki moans as he feels Jonghyun’s tongue against the base of his cock, and bites into his hand to keep himself from being too loud.
He finally comes with a shout and falls back down onto the bed, chest heaving up and down as he tries to regain a straight sense of mind again. He leans back up to see patches of his cum on Jonghyun’s face and neck, and he instantly pales. “Oh god, I am so sorry, I should’ve warned you or said something, I ju-”
Jonghyun laughs before wiping his cheek with his sleeves. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” Then his smile turns dark and slides over Jinki, molding their bodies together and grinning when Jinki tries to suppress a moan. “I’m not done yet,” he whispers, looking Jinki over and planting his lips firmly on Jinki’s again. Jinki moans and cants his hips forward, reveling in the yelp Jonghyun lets out when he falls into Jinki. He does it again and Jonghyun hisses, biting on his bottom lip with eyes squeezed shut. He does it one more time, and it gets Jonghyun moving, kissing any expanse of Jinki he can get to, his face, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, all while Jinki wraps his arms around Jonghyun and shifts upwards again.
Jonghyun groans, so enamored by Jinki, so overwhelmed by his desire, so far over the edge, that he feels his own self slipping away from somewhere, overtaken by Jinki and everything Jinki is doing, everything he wants to do to Jinki, everything-
A scream fills the room and Jonghyun’s eyes widen at what’s just happened until he feels a copper taste filling his mouth, and realization dawns on him. His arm is on Jinki’s bicep and the other is on his shoulder, pinning Jinki down as he continues to draw blood from his neck. Something in the back of Jonghyun’s head tells him that this is such a terrible plan, such a bad idea, but his blood tastes so good, much better than it smells, and Jonghyun reasons himself with this will be the last, this will be the last bit, but it’s not, because he keeps on draining the body beneath him of blood, lust clouding his vision and his thoughts. Jinki’s body has gone limp, and he keeps depleting Jinki of blood until there’s almost none left and Jonghyun finally musters up the power to break away, gasping for air as some blood slides down his chin and drops onto the bed below him.
Then he looks down at Jinki and realizes what the fuck he just did. “Shit,” he pants. “Shit, oh god, Jinki - Jinki, are you still there? Jinki?”
His eyes flutter open with an eerie lull as his eyes are unfocused when he should be looking at Jonghyun. He’s alive, Jonghyun thinks. He’s alive, but not for very long. Two minutes at the most - that might be a little too giving, actually. With no time to think he does the first thing that comes to his mind and bites down onto his own wrist and watches as the skin rips and the blood starts seeping out. He brings it to Jinki’s mouth and stares as the drops of blood fall into his open mouth.
The change is almost instant, Jinki’s eyes contract and his breathing slows down to a stop. A hand shoots up and grabs at Jonghyun’s wrist, pulling it closer to his mouth and sucking. Jonghyun groans but let’s Jinki take his blood until he starts to get lightheaded. He pulls his arm away and watches as Jinki sits up with a stone expression on his face. He turns to face Jonghyun almost robotically and says, “I’m hungry.”
“I can help with that,” Jonghyun replies with a smirk and slides off the bed, holding his hand out for Jinki to take. He grabs it, and they walk over to the balcony, where Jonghyun jumps onto the railing and motions for Jinki to do the same. The road below them is a small back alley no one ever walks through, and Jonghyun gives Jinki one last look before he jumps down. Jinki lands next to him a moment later, moves still as mechanic and emotionless as before. It’ll take a while before his mind kicks in and pushes his self serving reflex behind somewhere. Jonghyun’s okay with waiting. “Let’s go,” Jonghyun says, and disappears before Jinki can answer. But then Jinki is gone too, and there is one unlucky soul that night.
(and it goes without saying that Krystal’s life is Hardest.)
jonghyun/onew
5691 words; r
'tis for this prompt at kpopfickink. for the great yhue - i hope you dick isn't insecure anymore ): and thanks to awonder2big and saboteurist for looking it over and unsuck-ifying it. and again, thanks to dongbangsuju20 for cheerleading me on and urging me to finish it. i love you guys ;____;
Jonghyun inhales, eyes widening as the scent of blood fills his nostrils. Someone’s walking in the alleyway below, and their smell is just so, so intoxicating. He jumps down in the street and fixes his jacket, walking into the alleyway. It’s a girl in her mid-teens with earbuds in her ears and hands shoved in her pockets, humming the tune as she goes, oblivious to her surroundings. Jonghyun grins - the perfect prey. He quickens his pace and keeps his eyes on the ground, licking his fangs when she doesn’t hear him coming. The music from her ipod is loud enough for him to hear, some rock song from a couple years ago. That doesn’t matter though, because up close the scent of her blood is just so enticing - to not be able to drink it would be a crime.
He runs at her and knocks her into the wall. She never gets a chance to know what’s going on before there’s a limp, drained body on the ground. Jonghyun wipes his lips and stands up, staring down at the body. He vaguely wonders if he should save her or leave her to die, and ends up deciding on the latter. He steps back out onto the main road and makes a run for it - if anyone ever saw him, they didn’t anymore.
Three weeks and twenty seven victims later, he finds himself in the heart of Seoul, making his way to one of the clubs. He catches the eye of a girl in the corner and makes his way over, grinning. “Hello,” he says, and she laughs. “Drink?”
“Why not?” she replies and follows him to the counter. She orders a shot of vodka and they make small talk. It takes almost no time for her to order another shot, and then another, and then she’s completely drunk, and lost somewhere in the crowd. The scent of her is alluring, a dark bittersweet taste that floods his senses. He pushes through the crowd on the dance floor, trying to focus on her scent alone until someone bumps into his shoulder. They mumble a quick apology and slide past him, but not before Jonghyun’s gets a quick whiff of their blood.
Jonghyun blinks. Once. Twice, then turns around to see who the intruder is, but there’s too many people on the dance floor, too many different scents that block out the one he’s searching for. He debates with himself and decides against it, opting to just find the girl he was speaking to before.
He finds himself in the quieter part of Seoul the next day, at the same bookstore he always goes to. He stays back a little longer than usual, too caught up in a book to notice the time. When he finally does notice, he simply shrugs and goes back to reading. He’s had plenty of food to keep him quenched for days. Possibly weeks. Besides, it’s not the food that keeps him coming back, but rather the game. It’s kind of thrilling, watching them go from unsuspecting to terrified to helpless. Same routine, over and over.
“Sir? Sorry, but we’re closing,” someone says from next to him. He frowns, annoyed.
“You close at nine, though.”
“It is nine,” they reply, somewhat shyly, and the familiar scent floods Jonghyun’s senses. He immediately closes the book and looks up.
His jaw goes hard and grip on the book tightens. The other person stiffens up as well, eyeing him up and down. He waits for Jonghyun to speak. Jonghyun inhales hard and waits for him to speak.
“Jonghyun,” he says softly.
“Hello,” he manages, trying to decide between openly smelling his blood and trying to block out the senses. He puts the book down on the table and stands up. “Jinki.”
Jinki splutters. “You’re supposed to be dead. Missing.”
“Missing doesn’t mean dead.”
“There was blood everywhere. How could you have not been dead?”
Jonghyun tries to search for an explanation. “Well, I mean. It wasn’t my blood. Well. It was, but. It’s difficult to explain. What are you doing in Seoul?”
“I moved,” Jinki frowns. “I got a scholarship to college here. It doesn’t cover all of the tuition, so I work here from six to closing time. What about you? You look reasonably… well off.” He looks Jonghyun up and down, taking in the leather jacket and boots.
“I ran,” Jonghyun says. “And, well. Let’s keep that part a secret,” he smiles and slips past Jinki, deciding against putting his friend in any danger. “Classified information. Anyway,” Jonghyun continues, “you’re right, it’s a little past nine, I really should be leaving. Maybe I’ll see you later.” He fixes his jacket and disappears among the shelves. He hopes not to see Jinki again, now that he knows who the owner of the incredibly sweet scented blood is.
He finds himself at the new bookstore half way across town the next day, after finding that eternity really is boring, and one of the greatest ways to waste time without actually wasting time was to read. Besides, there was always a nice philosophical book waiting to be opened. The only thing that bothers him is that the main character of this book is named Jinki, and isn’t really like the Jinki he knows at all. He’s hard and stubborn unlike his Jinki, who’s sweet and softhearted, and able to steal Jonghyun’s breath away without saying a word. He frowns and stares at the page without reading any of the words. At this point in his vampirehood, he would’ve assumed that Jinki would be a faded memory in the back of his head, with more prominent subjects coming up every other moment, like blood, for example.
But no, it doesn’t, and Jonghyun makes sure to add that to his list of Things That Should Be Vampirey But Actually Aren’t. He sighs and leans back in the arm chair, staring at the bookshelf in front of him.
“Jonghyun!” someone calls, and Jonghyun looks up to see Krystal down the aisle. “What are you doing here?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be quiet in a bookstore?” he frowns. He met Krystal a week ago working in the other shop, where they bonded over Poe and Brontë. She worked in the shift before Jinki, and was the first and only person to figure out his current predicament. Jonghyun had expected her to run away, but instead she had just asked him if he would prey on her. After he’d said no, she just shrugged and pulled another book out of the shelf. Krystal could be unnerving and sharp, but a great friend when it came down to it. “Don’t you work in the store across town?”
“Oh, yeah. I came here to drop off some things for my sister. She usually studies in this shop, and I’m on break anyway. What’s a mysterious parasite like you doing here?”
“Stop calling me that,” Jonghyun mumbles and places the book down.”I ran into some troubles into your store.”
“Troubles that aren’t me? Deets.”
Jonghyun sighs and motions for Krystal to sit down. She does, and he begins to tell her everything from the beginning. He lived in the suburbs of Seoul in a relatively small town where everyone knew everyone. Except no one really mattered to Jonghyun - not the way Jinki did. Jonghyun mainly lived off of music, opting to stay up late and finish compositions rather than do his algebra homework. And there he discovered Jinki’s voice, somewhere in an empty classroom at their school during an unsuspecting cold winter morning. Their voices matched, and so did their personalities, and that was all it really took for Jonghyun to stumble over his own heart and get it tangled with Jinki’s. Then he went downtown one day and met a woman who he’d soon know to be his killer, and his reviver. Cue present day, Jonghyun meeting Jinki in the club, then later in the bookstore.
“He just smells really fucking good,” Jonghyun finishes glamorously. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“This sounds like Twilight 2.0.,” Krystal deadpans. “You have a really lame life. And, uh, offended. I wear perfume everyday and you don’t say anything.”
“Is it blood scented?” Jonghyun asks and leans in. Krystal hits him on the head with a book.
“You seem pretty set against doing anything to him, and you look like you have enough resistance. I don’t see the problem.”
Jonghyun opens his mouth to speak, but then someone walks down into their aisle and shuffles through the books. Krystal and Jonghyun exchange looks and leave the shop together. Jonghyun pulls the hood of his oversized sweater over his head when they enter the sunlight. “It’s not just that. I like him, if I didn’t get that across already, which makes my tolerance take a low dip.”
“You have such weird taste,” Krystal says and sticks her tongue out. “He likes books like Animal Farm. Yuck.” Jonghyun wrinkles his nose as well and laughs. “Still, not only have you made yourself curious, but I bet he’s also wondering how you’re still alive and not living on the streets or something.” She gives him a side glance. “Can you imagine what he’s thinking for you to have earned those diamond earrings? Prostitution, child assassin, drug dealer, et cetera et cetera. Hey, let’s go in here,” Krystal says and opens the door to a Starbucks. Jonghyun shrugs and follows her, taking the table next to the wall. “Hey, hey, rich drug dealer, wanna buy the poor college freshie a drink?”
Jonghyun laughs and pats her head. “Shawty what yo name is? Can I buy you a drank?”
“I swear, if you break out into song again I will personally crucify your ass. Holy water and everything.”
Jonghyun laughs at her again and walks over to the counter. “I’m going to just assume you want what you got last time.”
“Works for me,” Krystal shrugs and takes a seat. Jonghyun comes back with the drink and hands it to Krystal. “Your hand is colder than the drink. Creep.”
“Only you would call someone who could murder you in a second a creep.”
“We went way off topic,” Krystal frowns. “Okay, so basically you like this boy, said boy most likely likes you back, because I know these things, except you are being restrained by certain… physiological differences.”
“Certain different that include-”
“Yeah, yeah, the whole blood thing, walking out in sunlight, sleeping in a coffin. Well Jinki is pretty nocturnal himself? I don’t know about the coffin part.”
“I don’t sleep in a coffin,” Jonghyun mumbles.
“What about garlic?”
Jonghyun winces.
“I don’t know, what else is there to a vampire?”
“I have no reflection?”
“Must be tragic for you.”
“Incredibly tragic.” Jonghyun sighs and watches as Krystal takes a sip of her frapuccino. Her hair is tucked behind her ear with the left side of her neck showing. Jonghyun can see one of the more prominent veins and he swallows slowly. “I can’t walk into people’s homes unless I’m invited? Vague mind controlling. I’m not very good at that, though.”
Krystal hums and puts her cup down. “Then there’s the whole enhanced senses thing and the-has he always been here?”
Jonghyun turns around to where Krystal is looking and groans. Jinki is sitting there with a friend with his scarf pulled up to his face. He spins back around and firmly plants his face on the table. Krystal laughs. “This should be our cue to leave,” he says.
“This should be your cue to man the fuck up and get some,” Krystal retorts. “Look, just apologize for your behavior the other day and ask if he wants to catch up or something. If you say no I will follow you everywhere with a rosary and drive a stake through your balls.” Jonghyun groans and slumps in his seat.
“Krystal! And… Jonghyun, is that you?”
Jonghyun curses under his breath and Krystal smiles, waving them over. She motions for Jonghyun to stand up and they greet Jinki and his friend, Joon.
“I didn’t know you were friends with Krystal,” Jinki says, a little hurt. “When did that happen?”
“Last week-ish?” Jonghyun finds himself saying, and shifts a little backwards, as if that will subdue the smell a little. “Er, if we’re intruding on you and your friend or anything, then we’ll just-”
“No!” Jinki says, a little louder than normal. Krystal and Jonghyun exchange glances. “I mean, Joon was leaving. That’s how we saw you guys, actually.”
Joon smiles. “Yeah, I’m going to be late for work, so is it okay if I…?”
Krystal smiles. “Oh, yeah, no problem. Actually, what time is it? My shift should be starting soon.” She grabs her cellphone out of her pocket and sighs. “Yeah, um. Late. I think I’ll head off too. Heard you guys have a lot of catching up to do, anyway.” She turns around to pick up her cup and kicks the back of Jonghyun’s ankle. He tries not to groan too loudly. Krystal and Joon leave the café together, with Jonghyun and Jinki standing next to the table awkwardly.
“So,” Jonghyun starts, and then decides it’s better if he didn’t.
“You left rather quickly the other day. Did I do anything?”
“Uh,” Jonghyun finds himself saying. “No, not at all. I was in a particularly bad mood, to be honest. Anyway, I’m sorry about that.”
Jinki smiles. “No, it’s fine. I figured it was something like that, especially with what happened to you and all. Probably don’t want to talk about it, right?”
Jonghyun decides to play along. “A little traumatizing, yeah.” Actually, it happened way too quickly for Jonghyun to even realize what was going on before suddenly he was very, very hungry. The girl vampire had quickly explained what she did and left him to deal with the aftermath. At best, it was a little unnerving. “Sorry, can we not go down that path?”
Jinki nods, and they stare at the floor for a moment longer. “So,” Jinki says slowly. “D’you want to come to my place? I don’t dorm at the college, so I have my own little apartment. It’s small, but nice?”
Jonghyun looks outside to see it close to dark. It’s almost twilight, which Jonghyun assumes would be safe enough to travel without his hood over his head. “Sure, why not?”
The walk back to Jinki’s apartment is quiet, with Jonghyun trying to ignore the quizzical glances Jinki sends Jonghyun, like he’s some type of puzzle he just can’t solve. They enter Jinki’s apartment, and Jonghyun can’t help but be a little disappointed at how normal it is, except for the piano in the corner of the room, right in front of the balcony window. “I’m majoring in composition,” Jinki says when he follows Jonghyun’s gaze. “Inspired by yours truly. I know it’s only been about a month, but do you still play?”
Jonghyun’s face lights up instantly. “I haven’t gotten a chance. May I?” He takes a seat on the bench when he gets Jinki’s approval, watching carefully as Jinki leans against the piano. He plays an old unfinished song he created back around the time they had first met, when Jonghyun had little interest in anyone or anything. It’s short, the draft was barely two minutes long, and by the time it starts, it’s already finished, Jonghyun’s fingers a little sore and his mind a little queasy. He looks up at Jinki expectantly.
Jinki claps. “That was great,” he says, but there’s something else in his eyes that shines, and it makes Jonghyun’s heart swell. It’s a bad move, because he inhales deeply, and fuck, the scent of Jinki floors him.
“Jonghyun, are you okay? Hello?”
Jonghyun realizes he’s been spacing out for a while and shakes his head. “Sorry,” he says, “got a little lightheaded for a moment. It’s a side effect of… something.” He hates himself for a moment, because he hadn’t realized he wasn’t breathing the whole time, but now that he finally is, everything seems to smell of Jinki. He gets off the piano bench and steps to the side stiffly, limbs jerking awkwardly rather than simply moving.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom? You seem a little sick. Here, let me show you where to go.”
“Oh, no. No, no. That really won’t be necessary, really. Jinki!” Jonghyun uselessly prattles on, but Jinki has a hand on his lower back, just like old times, and is leading him down the hallway. This is really not the time for Jinki to realize that Jonghyun more or less doesn’t have a reflection, and Jinki’s hand at his back is warm and it burns a hole where it’s rested, the scent of Jinki right there clouding his senses. He can feel his canines molding themselves into fangs and suddenly everything stops.
Jonghyun looks up, confused, before he realizes he’s staring at Jinki’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. There’s a blank spot where he should be, and something tells Jonghyun that now would be the time to start explaining things.
He turns towards Jinki, who is backing away from him slowly with wide eyes, and something in Jonghyun’s cold, unbeating heart falls. “Wait-” he starts, but Jinki cuts him off.
“Why don’t you have a reflection? What happened to you, Jonghyun?”
“Look, I can-”
“Who are you?” Jinki says quietly, and Jonghyun shatters into a million pieces.
His gaze hardens and he pushes past Jinki, heading towards the doorway. “I can’t stand the sunlight, I hate crosses, I have an awful desire to drink your blood, but at the same time I really, really like you and I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m going to leave, and hopefully we won’t meet again.”
He exits and throws his hood over his head, even though it’s dark outside and a full moon. He’d rather not have anyone see the tears that run down his face.
“Oh my god, please do something about your gross Twilight-esque life,” Krystal groans and drops a box next to Jonghyun. “I cannot stand him acting so mopey around me. ‘Do you happen to know anything strange about Jonghyun? How long have you known? How did you react? Was my reaction weird? Does Jonghyun ask about me?’”
Jonghyun snorts and slides a book back into the bookshelf. “And what did you tell him?”
“Yes, for a very long time, I didn’t care, yes it was, and no, but he’s also very obviously moping.”
“I am not moping.”
“You’re reading Kafka,” Krystals says, gesturing to the book he just placed back in the shelf. “Just to clarify.”
“Kafka is a great author! Besides, I like Poe. You like Poe.”
“I like reading about people’s body parts being under floorboards. I don’t like reading things that never make me want to step outside my house again.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jonghyun sniffs. “And I’m hungry.”
“Well,” Krystal smiles. “Jessica and I ate Italian food, so I just had garlic bread. Want to smell my breath?”
Jonghyun flinches.
The next two weeks fly by without any sign of Jinki. Jonghyun’s basically given up on Jinki of ever accepting him. Doesn’t make it hurt less, but it’s nice to be able to know what to expect. And that would be nothing.
“Why do I always buy you lunch?” Jonghyun groans, leaning back in his chair as Krystal takes a giant bite out of her sandwich.
“Because you’re the rich parasite who doesn’t need to spend money on food. You only eat things raw.”
“Whatever, you smell really bad anyway. I wouldn’t drink someone whose blood smells like that.”
Krystal shrugs. “Keeps the mosquitos away. Speaking of pests, oh my god can you two do something? I found Jinki staring at a copy of Dracula, and it was really disturbing for some reason. Just come to the bookstore. Say I have a book saved for you.”
Jonghyun laughs, but its short lived because he thinks about Jinki and how that conversation would go. “That would be awkward.”
Awkward, Jonghyun realizes, is more of an understatement than anything. Jinki shuffles through the cabinets and in the drawers, but there is no book waiting for him. He does his best not to look Jinki in the eye or at him at all, and chooses to stare at the ground instead.
“I’m sorry,” Jinki stammers. “I just, I don’t know, it’s not here. Are you sure she left it here?”
“That’s what she told me,” Jonghyun says. “Has she spoke about any books recently?”
Jinki thinks for a moment before ducking down again and opening up the cabinets once more. Jonghyun watches the top of his head, his hair a musty brown color that’s sticking out in random directions. “I wouldn’t hurt you,” Jonghyun says softly. “I don’t hurt Krystal.” He sees Jinki stiffen up and the clattering of books from below pauses for a moment. “I mean, I like you and all, if that holds any weight still. I just. This separation thing is not working for me.” When Jinki doesn’t answer, Jonghyun sighs and fixes his posture. “Okay, well I’m going to head home. I’ll just ask Krystal tomorrow.”
Jonghyun is busy playing with his phone a week later when someone sits down next to him. It takes Jonghyun a moment to notice their presence, too busy trying to one up his score on Tetris. He finally puts the phone down and freezes. Jinki is sitting there, watching him carefully, and when Jonghyun looks at him, his eyes widen and he looks around him hurriedly.
“Hello,” Jinki says cautiously.
“Hi.”
They lapse into silence for a couple minutes before Jinki finally admits, “I don’t really know why I’m here.”
“That’s nice to know,” Jonghyun sighs. “At least we’re being honest with ourselves.”
“Honesty is the best policy,” Jinki smiles nervously. “But really, I was just really scared. It was completely mortifying. First of all, finding out my best friend isn’t actually dead, which I cried over for weeks. Then finding out he’s a vampire, of all things. Speaking of traumatizing. But,” he continues, “I really like you as well. So I don’t know how this is going to work out.”
Jonghyun watches him carefully out of the corner of his eye and frowns. He gets up and walks over to Jinki’s chair, kneeling down on the floor beside him. “I don’t know why this needs thinking,” he murmurs. “You still don’t trust me, right?” He grabs Jinki’s arm and presses his lips against Jinki’s softly. Jonghyun’s eyes flutter closed and he sighs into the kiss when Jinki brings a hand around his neck and tangles his fingers in Jonghyun’s hair. They separate reluctantly, with Jonghyun breathing against Jinki’s nape. He inhales sharply and then pulls away when Jinki’s scent is overwhelming his senses. “See?” Jonghyun whispers. “You can trust me.”
Krystal’s life has more or less gotten much harder than it was before.
“Oh my god, ew, you guys are disgusting,” Krystal throws a hardcover Harry Potter book at them when she discovers them kissing in the back aisle. “Get a room!”
Once Jonghyun finds her ripping the petals off a dead flower in the backroom while saying to herself, “To kill them both, to not kill them both, to kill them both…”
Jinki, however, seems not to want to go any farther than the simplest of kisses, and Jonghyun vows to keep his own vampire powers at bay. However, he still finds it frustrating that Jinki pulls away the moment Jonghyun coaxes his mouth open, tongue brushing against his lips slowly.
“It’s not supposed to work this way!” he whines to Krystal. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying no, and him trying to jump me?”
“If you want to be Edward, be my guest.” She puts her tea down onto the table and takes out her phone, intent on ignoring Jonghyun.
“Why does everything have to go back to Twilight?” Jonghyun asks himself and jumps off the desk. He makes his way through the bookstore until he finds Jinki gathering his belongings and getting ready to leave. “You,” he says, pointing at Jinki. “You’ve never been to my house.”
“I haven’t?” He pauses for a moment before his eyes widen. “I haven’t! That seems odd, for some reason. I used to always go to your house back when you were… alive.” Jinki hesitates as if he’s said something wrong, but Jonghyun just shrugs and picks up Jinki’s bag.
“Well, now you are. Let’s go.”
They go down the streets and through a couple alleyways until they reach one of the taller towers in the city and enter it. Jonghyun’s room is on the 43rd floor, and while it isn’t anything big compared to the rest of the building, it’s certainly something for a college student like Jinki.
“Where do you get the money for this?”
Jonghyun smiles at him but doesn’t answer, simply opts for entwining his fingers with Jinki’s and giving him a tour of his home. “And this is the kitchen,” he gestures grandly, and Jinki looks around amusedly.
“You have an expo board on your fridge.”
“Hey,” Jonghyun pouts, “nothing wrong with writing down all my appointments.”
“Why do you even have a fridge?” Jinki frowns. “What do you keep in it?”
Jonghyun tugs on Jinki’s hand and leads him away. “Stuff,” he says ambiguously. “Anyway, the final room is my bedroom.” He opens the door and Jinki walks in. The room looks oddly normal, crème colored bed sheets with a TV across from it. The only memorable part would be the black curtains covering the windows. Jonghyun follows his line of sight and laughs. “I know, dreary. But it’s night now, so I can open those if you’d like.”
Jonghyun slides one of the curtains out of view, and Jinki the other. “Balcony,” Jinki says, smiling and slides the door open. He steps out onto the deck and rests his elbows on the railing. “Wow,” he breathes. “You live right in the middle of Seoul. Oh, look. That’s my college, over there.” He points to the cluster of buildings west of where they’re looking. “Yeah, giant clock tower. That’s my college.”
Jonghyun leans back against the railing and watches Jinki silently. The air is fresher on the balcony than it is inside, and he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of Jinki’s blood. His eyes cloud and he wraps his hand around Jinki’s wrist, tugging lightly. Jinki stops talking and faces him, confusion shadowing his features. Jonghyun pulls Jinki over to him and lightly drags his mouth over Jinki’s jaw, chuckling when his breath hitches. He brings his lips to Jinki’s and closes whatever space is left between them, hooking an arm around his waist. Jinki makes a non-committal sound and sighs into the kiss, fingers playing across Jonghyun’s back where they come and rest around his neck. He feels Jonghyun’s tongue brushing against his lips and he moans, removing his hands and pushing lightly at Jonghyun’s chest.
They part lips and Jinki can feel Jonghyun breathing against his cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “You can trust me.”
Jinki feels himself giving in when Jonghyun kisses him softly on the forehead and then on his temple, slowly moving down his face and back to his mouth. He makes a strangled noise and presses himself against Jonghyun, shifting when Jonghyun starts to pull at his jacket. It falls to the floor with a thump and then Jonghyun’s trailing down his neck, and Jinki doesn’t miss the sharp intake of breath when he passes his neck and goes straight for his shoulder, nipping lightly. Jinki moves his arms around Jonghyun’s waist and lifts him up; Jonghyun wraps his legs around Jinki’s torso as he tries to reach every inch of Jinki’s skin as he can. Jinki moans and tangles one hand into Jonghyun’s hair, insistent as he tugs on it. He walks backwards until the sliding door hits him in the back and he momentarily loses his grip on Jonghyun.
They fall down onto the floor in a giant heap together, and Jinki’s cheeks burn in embarrassment as he hears Jonghyun laughing next to him, breathless and disheveled. He takes in the view of a thoroughly debauched Jonghyun, with his hair mussed and lips parted, swollen and bright red. He looks absolutely beautiful, stunning, even.
Jonghyun stands up first and holds out his hand for Jinki, who takes it and is led towards the bed. Jonghyun pushes him back onto the mattress and crawls on top of him. He fists the collar of Jinki’s shirt and resumes kissing more, harsher than before, all with teeth and tongue, and Jinki finds that he doesn’t mind at all. Jonghyun’s fangs are still subdued, even as he presses Jinki further into the bed, rushing to get Jinki’s shirt off of him. His hands roam around his exposed chest and Jonghyun slides his mouth down Jinki’s body, lower, lower, lower, until Jinki’s eyes roll into the back of his head when Jonghyun unzips his fly and palms Jinki through his boxers. He keens into the touch, bending forward and grabbing Jonghyun’s hair.
Jonghyun hisses and struggles to pull Jinki’s pants off, Jinki shifting his hips to make the job easier. Once his pants and boxers are discarded, Jonghyun takes Jinki into his mouth and he groans as he watches Jonghyun’s head bob up and down. Jinki moans as he feels Jonghyun’s tongue against the base of his cock, and bites into his hand to keep himself from being too loud.
He finally comes with a shout and falls back down onto the bed, chest heaving up and down as he tries to regain a straight sense of mind again. He leans back up to see patches of his cum on Jonghyun’s face and neck, and he instantly pales. “Oh god, I am so sorry, I should’ve warned you or said something, I ju-”
Jonghyun laughs before wiping his cheek with his sleeves. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” Then his smile turns dark and slides over Jinki, molding their bodies together and grinning when Jinki tries to suppress a moan. “I’m not done yet,” he whispers, looking Jinki over and planting his lips firmly on Jinki’s again. Jinki moans and cants his hips forward, reveling in the yelp Jonghyun lets out when he falls into Jinki. He does it again and Jonghyun hisses, biting on his bottom lip with eyes squeezed shut. He does it one more time, and it gets Jonghyun moving, kissing any expanse of Jinki he can get to, his face, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, all while Jinki wraps his arms around Jonghyun and shifts upwards again.
Jonghyun groans, so enamored by Jinki, so overwhelmed by his desire, so far over the edge, that he feels his own self slipping away from somewhere, overtaken by Jinki and everything Jinki is doing, everything he wants to do to Jinki, everything-
A scream fills the room and Jonghyun’s eyes widen at what’s just happened until he feels a copper taste filling his mouth, and realization dawns on him. His arm is on Jinki’s bicep and the other is on his shoulder, pinning Jinki down as he continues to draw blood from his neck. Something in the back of Jonghyun’s head tells him that this is such a terrible plan, such a bad idea, but his blood tastes so good, much better than it smells, and Jonghyun reasons himself with this will be the last, this will be the last bit, but it’s not, because he keeps on draining the body beneath him of blood, lust clouding his vision and his thoughts. Jinki’s body has gone limp, and he keeps depleting Jinki of blood until there’s almost none left and Jonghyun finally musters up the power to break away, gasping for air as some blood slides down his chin and drops onto the bed below him.
Then he looks down at Jinki and realizes what the fuck he just did. “Shit,” he pants. “Shit, oh god, Jinki - Jinki, are you still there? Jinki?”
His eyes flutter open with an eerie lull as his eyes are unfocused when he should be looking at Jonghyun. He’s alive, Jonghyun thinks. He’s alive, but not for very long. Two minutes at the most - that might be a little too giving, actually. With no time to think he does the first thing that comes to his mind and bites down onto his own wrist and watches as the skin rips and the blood starts seeping out. He brings it to Jinki’s mouth and stares as the drops of blood fall into his open mouth.
The change is almost instant, Jinki’s eyes contract and his breathing slows down to a stop. A hand shoots up and grabs at Jonghyun’s wrist, pulling it closer to his mouth and sucking. Jonghyun groans but let’s Jinki take his blood until he starts to get lightheaded. He pulls his arm away and watches as Jinki sits up with a stone expression on his face. He turns to face Jonghyun almost robotically and says, “I’m hungry.”
“I can help with that,” Jonghyun replies with a smirk and slides off the bed, holding his hand out for Jinki to take. He grabs it, and they walk over to the balcony, where Jonghyun jumps onto the railing and motions for Jinki to do the same. The road below them is a small back alley no one ever walks through, and Jonghyun gives Jinki one last look before he jumps down. Jinki lands next to him a moment later, moves still as mechanic and emotionless as before. It’ll take a while before his mind kicks in and pushes his self serving reflex behind somewhere. Jonghyun’s okay with waiting. “Let’s go,” Jonghyun says, and disappears before Jinki can answer. But then Jinki is gone too, and there is one unlucky soul that night.
(and it goes without saying that Krystal’s life is Hardest.)