[REVISED] Tied Fates 1/?

[hydraheiress]

i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae, yoosu
iii. genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, highschool, fantasy, supernatural
iv. length: chaptered|series
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Kim Jaejoong is a normal high school student who's respected by his schoolmates, adored by his teachers, had excellent grades, stunningly good looks and awesome friends. Yoochun, his bestfriend in particular had an unhealthy knack of going psycho over his fans, admirers and the like. Jaejoong treasured his friends and is happy with how his life is turning out. But there was always that feeling in his heart that he couldn't shake off. The feeling that somehow he knew that there was something missing in his life. It was then at that one fateful night when he crossed paths with that certain someone that Jaejoong began to understand, that his life wasn't as normal as he had initially thought it should have been.



races

Shinso: The True Ancestors were immortal spirits who lived with humans since the beginning of time. They valued peace and harmony. However, in contrast to their passive nature, Shinso had an attachment to human blood. Though they may still continue on with their existence without drinking blood, there will be times that they might need to feed. Shinso were magical creatures and if their magical reserves were used and not replenished on time, it is then that the drinking of human blood became more of a need than a want.

Shito: Were once humans whose blood had been taken by the Shinso. Humans had once lived in peace with the Shinso race. When a Shinso was in a state of magical depletion, humans offered their blood in aiding them towards recovery. But as time passed, the Shinso's characteristics gradually permeated itself in the human's bloodstream whenever they fed. It became destructive to a human's mental and physical well being. The human body couldn't handle the Shinso's genetic characteristics that were passed through the feeding. As a result, they ended up loosing their sanity.

The once humans turned Shito developed certain Shinso characteristics, such as elongated fingernails, canine teeth and red penetrating eyes (which was the natural eye color of a common Shinso). The need to drink blood magnifies in a Shito as well. They take on the general image of a vampire.

Shisa: (Blood Carriers/Shito's agents) Were also once humans that had been turned by the Shito. One could say that they are the "third generation" vampires. When not feeding, they offer other humans to their Shito masters who turns them into vampires. Multiplying their numbers as to overrun the human world is their main goal. Fortunately, these creatures are fairly weak since the blood connection to the True Ancestors (Shinso) isn't direct like the Shito. But they are still stronger than the average human.

chapter one

Jaejoong sighed and stood up from his chair, stretching his limbs to get his blood working again after long hours of sitting in front of the faculty room's computer screen. He was finally finished doing the reports that the school admin assigned him with and he was looking forward to going home. His brothers were probably getting worried too. Being a Student Council President really did have it's frustrating times.

He looked at his watch and groaned. It was already nearing 10. Fishing out his phone from his pocket, he was greeted with 20 messages from the other three that all held the same thought; they all were wondering what's taking him so long and they wanted him home soon. Jaejoong couldn't help but chuckle when his phone began ringing in a millisecond, Yoochun's name blinking in bright blue font on his mobile's screen.

"Yoochun ah." Jaejoong greeted after accepting the call, also hearing Changmin and Junsu in the background.

"Hyung, it's already very late. Can't you just finish whatever it is you're doing right now? We're getting worried waiting for you. Yah! Min stop trying to snatch my phone. I'm trying to have a conversation here!"

"Jae-hyung! Come home soon! Yoochun-hyung tried to cook and fed it to us. I think I'm poisoned now! I need to be rushed to the hospital!" Jaejoong heard Changmin dramatically complain and couldn't help but laugh.

"Yah! Changminnie. Yoochunnie's cooking isn't bad! You take that back you little monster."

"Just who are you calling little? I'm taller than you, duckbutt."

"Yah! Leave my butt out of this! Come here you and I'll show you a world of pain." A set of loud running footfalls invaded Jaejoong's ears. "Ahhh!!! Jaejoong-hyung help meeeeeeee!" Changmin pleaded yelling, obviously caught. Their maknae might have long legs but Junsu had years of soccer practice as his aide.

"Aigoo. These two seriously. When will they ever... aish!" Yoochun sounded annoyed. Jaejoong was grinning, amused at their childish antics and at Yoochun's predicament. "Jae, do you need me to come and fetch you?"

"Junsu-hyung. Let me go. Can't breathe! Can't breathe!" A startled yelp. "Hahahaha! Fooled ya!"

"No Chun it's fine." Jaejoong chuckled, already picking up his bag as he exited the faculty room's door. "Just make sure that they don't kill each other and the apartment is still in one piece when I get home okay?"

"They're always bickering, these two." Jaejoong could imagine Yoochun shaking his head in resignation. He smiled, taking a flashlight out of his bag as he placed the phone by his ear, before starting in his pace again.

"They've always been like that ever since. You should have been used to it by now." Jaejoong snickered. "Anyway Chun, I'll have to hang up. It's dark in the hallway and talking to you will take up my time."

"Oh okay then. Be careful hyung. Just be home soon alright? Be safe. See you later."

"Yeah Chunnie. Bye." Jaejoong said for the last time as he released the call. Placing the phone back into his uniform jacket's pocket, he looked about him and shivered a bit. He was all too suddenly being reminded of the news that he watched a week ago about a number of serial killings happening in the neighboring town.

"Aish. I shouldn't be worried about that. Media has the knack of exaggerating things anyway. Vampires aren't real." He resolutely told himself as he started to make his way out of the school's premises. Soon he was out.

The street was nearly deserted and Jaejoong thought that at this rate, it would be best if he took another route, that way he could arrive home sooner. Pulling the jacket tighter around his shaking frame, Jaejoong began to take longer strides. It was a cold night, and cold nights in Seoul were not to be underestimated.

Minutes passed. Jaejoong's footsteps resounded and echoed against the pavement along the alley that he turned to for a shortcut. He shrugged, tired and weary from that days' responsibilities as he let out a soft breath that formed a small mist in the air. He could barely wait to be back in the comfort of his brothers and his bed at home.

However, stepping into the clearing as he walked out of the alley, instead, Jaejoong's world turned blood red.

"No! Don't you dare leave me again. You can't die like this again! Jaejoongie! Jaejoongie!"

Two weeks later

Jaejoong jolted upright, his eyes wide as saucers, mouth gaping open in terror as he began to take in huge gulps of air. His right hand clutched at his chest as he fervently willed his racing heart to slow down.

‘It’s just a dream, just a dream. It's just a fucking a dream!’ Jaejoong repeatedly chanted in his head, willfully convincing himself that everything that took place that night was just a figment of his imagination.

But then again, how was he supposed to explain everything that happened? He woke up seeing four white walls; was told that he was rushed in there bleeding and broken by a man - a man that was distraught and had been screaming at every damn doctor to save Jaejoong's life. But also disappeared as quickly as he came.

After being subjected to his friends’ concerned and alarmed faces; Yoochun had been blaming himself over and over for not fetching him while Junsu and Changmin bawled; the nightmares began and refused to stop.

Jaejoong clutched his head as remnants of that dream still clung into his thoughts. Every night since then, he was always having the same dream. The path he took that certain Monday evening; the alley that he turned to for a shortcut and up to the moment that he saw those two men. When he saw him to be exact. Jaejoong's breath caught like it always did whenever that person's face appeared in his mind for the past week. The image of that guy refused to leave Jaejoong and he hadn't been able to forget that man ever since.

Memories of the way his eyes glowed golden in the darkness of the night - the way those pair of glowing orbs regarded Jaejoong with a look of mixed worry and disbelief - the way the stranger’s lips moved in a frantic rhythm as he ran towards him as if warning him of something - played over and over again in his mind like a broken record refusing to dismiss. Then the next thing he felt were several pairs of canine teeth descending on his body as excruciating pain exploded in his world. And there was nothing but more pain after that.

Jaejoong swallowed thickly, feeling his mouth run dry. He hastily pulled off the covers, hauled himself off the bed and went straight to the kitchen. Pouring himself a glass of ice cold water, Jaejoong began to dig into what's left of last night’s pizza and a couple more of their leftovers as he seated himself on an empty chair.

He was hungry, dammit. Jaejoong continued to shove food down his throat, gulped down water then ate again. He was hungry and thirsty all the time. Yet no matter how much he ate or drank, the water and the food could never help ease down the want - the need - the hunger and the thirst that burned all throughout his system.

Jaejoong felt a sob left his lips as he slammed his fists on the table. What the hell is happening to me?!

He woke up the next day lying down on their dining table. When Jaejoong was awake enough to realize what he had done, it was only then did he notice the mound of empty food containers in front of him. Junsu and Yoochun weren't short of showing their concern to their hyung's alarming behavior, especially when Jaejoong suddenly hunched over, looking real nauseated as they rushed to him. Even Changmin who was usually the food monster in the family, momentarily forgot his undying love for food and had quickly gave Jaejoong's back forceful rubs as he vomited everything that he ate the previous night into the kitchen sink.

“There’s something seriously wrong with you.” Yoochun declared, sitting down beside his best friend as they waited for their first period for the day to begin. Yoochun immediately noticed the way Jaejoong’s back stiffened with his accusing tone. "You’ve been like this ever since that... day. Hyung, if there’s something weighing on your mind, tell me. Tell us. We’re your friends! Hell, we're all practically brothers. You know you can talk to us about anything right?"

Jaejoong bit at his lip as he sank further into his seat before craning his neck to meet Yoochun’s imploring stare. He so didn’t need this right now. He was itching to go somewhere. His skin felt weird as if he had too much energy. He wanted to do something - anything - he just...wanted, needed. “I’m fine Chun ah.”

“You’re not fine hyung.” Yoochun pressed on, worry lines creasing his forehead. “If you’re not spacing out, you’re either sleeping or eating a lot. Even Changmin can’t hold a candle to your appetite these days, and you constantly vomit on top of it all. Plus you’ve been drinking way too much liquid. You're worrying us to death."

Jaejoong closed his eyes and rested a hand to his forehead. Why was everyone and everything so loud all of a sudden? “I told you I’m fine Chun. I’m just... going through a teenage phase I guess.”

That was a really lame excuse, he thought. But what could he do? It wasn't like he understood first hand just what the fuck happened? As much as he wanted to share his troubles with his brothers, he knew he couldn’t.

He couldn’t tell them about what happened to him that night because to be honest, he wasn’t quite sure he believed the things he had experienced himself. The truth was, he shouldn’t even be alive and breathing right now. He saw blood, felt thick rich liquid flowing out of his body and teeth digging into his flesh. He felt as if his limbs were being ripped apart. There was pain, there was nothing but immense pain.

“It's what happened that night isn’t it? You sure you don’t remember anything about that night at all?"

The question acted like a trigger to a gun. Without warning, Jaejoong abruptly stood up from his seat; his eyes going wide; knocking the chair down in the process as he felt another wave of nausea overwhelm his senses at the gruesome images his thoughts helpfully provided. Blood. Ripped Apart. Decapitated Limbs.

Clamping a firm hand against his mouth and trying his best to not revisit the breakfast they ate that morning right on the spot, he quickly sprinted towards the open classroom door, ignoring Yoochun’s calls of concern.

The minute he arrived at the boy’s bathroom, Jaejoong began to puke his guts out.

“Annyeonghaseyo. Jung Yunho imnida.” There wasn't a hint of friendliness in the introduction. The handsome, small face was set into a look of indifference. His gaze was unreadable, not showing any kind of emotion.

Jaejoong froze in his spot by the classroom door. That build, the hair, the face and the eyes.

"Jung Yunho-sshi, don't you have anything else to say to your new classmates?" The teacher asked.

The young man, Yunho, craned his neck to the teacher and lightly shook his head, voice cold. "No."

The teacher uneasily laughed, thinking that this Yunho kid didn't seem much of a people person. Turning back to the class, the female instructor cleared her throat and went on with the introduction. "Okay everyone. Jung Yunho here is a transfer student from London and I'm hoping you kids would get along well with him."

Every girl in the classroom - and some of the guys - couldn’t seem to take their gaze away from the young man standing in front. Yunho looked back at them, sharp gaze sweeping over the room's vicinity, causing for dreamy sighs to erupt. Several giggles and excited "He's as hot as Jaejoong-oppa!" phrases caught his ears.

Jaejoong looked on, still stunned when suddenly the world tilt sideways. This has got to be some kind of trick.

He groaned and felt everything start to spin. Fortunately his reflexes immediately kicked in and he managed to lean his arms heavily against the wall a little to his right. A collective gasp of “Jaejoong-oppa” was heard from the students in the classroom along with three male voice's yelling "hyung!" as the loudest of them.

Jaejoong’s body began to sag sideways as he tried to fight for consciousness.

His vision was starting to darken. What was happening to him again?

Suddenly, strong arms circled around his waist. Jaejoong’s hand reflexively clutched at the cotton fabric in his grasp for support. He struggled to look up to the other's face. This scent, this body, this feeling...

“Hyung...hyung? Oh God, are you alright? Hyung?!” Yoochun asked, his voice laced thick with worry as he squatted beside the new guy, Yunho, who was holding his best friend tight in a half-embrace.

Perhaps, too tight.

"Jaejoong.”

It was like the missing piece to the puzzle of his heart. Yunho’s voice sounded liquid rich to his ears and for the first time in weeks, it seemed like he was finally complete. Jaejoong felt a thumb gently caress his cheek while a hand carefully cupped his head to steady him. Looking up at the face hovering over him, with the guy's loose bangs casting shadows across his forehead, sad eyes regarding him brokenly, Jaejoong managed a weak, "It was you" before his eyes fluttered close as consciousness finally slipped away.

“I’m sorry, love.” Yunho whispered by his ear then leaned down and captured his lips in a soft kiss.

A deafening silence followed after.

When Jaejoong opened his eyes, his vision was immediately flooded with a handful of Yunho, whose face was hovering mere inches above his. A startled gasp escaped his lips and accidentally butted heads with the new transfer student when his reflexes caused him to jolt upright. Jaejoong grimaced, screwing his eyes shut.

“You alright?” Transfer student asked, who didn’t seem to be in the least bit hurt with the impact.

“I’m fine.” Jaejoong replied in a groan, gaze fixed on the edge of the bed as he rubbed at his forehead. In a heartbeat, what happened that morning came rushing back. Jaejoong heaved out deep breaths, trying to collect his thoughts. Shortly after, his gaze darted back to the other guy, lips pursed into a thin line. “What are you?”

Yunho for his part had a momentary second to look surprised. He blinked. “What?”

“I know it’s you.” Jaejoong stated, glaring mental daggers at the guy opposite him. “It was you. That night, I couldn’t be mistaken.” He gestured at his face. “Your eyes, they were glowing.”

Yunho smirked fondly at him in return. “Always the same sharp memory Jaejoongie.”

Question marks went suspended above Jaejoong’s head. What? He groused. That was one confusing response. Shaking his head, Jaejoong tried to clear his thoughts. When his gaze darted back to the transfer student, he was still smiling. Jaejoong glared, deciding to voice out the thoughts that he had been having for the past several weeks. “You did something to me.” he spat, accusation heavy in his tone.

Yunho’s smirk faltered at this. He cocked his head back and glanced outside the window.

“You did something to me, didn’t you? I know I died. I died didn’t I? I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure no one should be alive after getting attacked by those...” He shuddered.“Those things." Yunho didn’t speak and remained looking outside. "It’s different, ever since I woke up, everything feels different!” Jaejoong growled, fisting the sheets in his grasp when Yunho proceeded to ignore him. “Answer me dammit!”

Yunho’s gaze snapped back towards him, an eerie expression was suddenly seen in his golden turned eyes. Jaejoong felt himself pale at the intensity of the stare but willed himself to take composure.

“You didn’t die.” Yunho answered voice cold as he took Jaejoong’s hand in his and held on to him tightly. “Nine hundred Jaejoong, I waited nine hundred years for you. Do you have any idea how that feels? And you had to walk straight in the middle of my fight and nearly got yourself killed.” Yunho’s grip on his hand tightened; his pair of golden orbs stinging with tears. “You always had such a warped up sense of humor.”

Jaejoong jerked his hand away, breath hitching as a sudden flash of something raced past his thoughts. He didn't understand what was said but the way the other guy's skin felt against his seemed ridiculously familiar. He also didn’t miss the single tear that rolled down the other guy’s cheek. “What...what the hell are you talking about?” He asked, massaging his wrist where Yunho had him in a vice like grip.

Yunho brushed away the tear from his right cheek and stood up from the bed. He leaned against the wall by the bedside table, arms crossed against his chest, left leg propped up behind to support his weight.

He leveled gazes with Jaejoong. "Killings have been happening a lot lately in this region, you aware of this?”

Jaejoong slowly nodded his head, eyebrows furrowed in wonder, hesitant. “Yes, I’ve watched the news.”

Yunho nodded back at him, before releasing a deep almost tired sigh. “The one that I was fighting that night was the one responsible for the recent incessant killings. He goes by the name of Chaos Immortal.” Yunho's eyes slanted into slits, his jaw clenching. “He’s a vampire. And I was hunting him.”

Upon hearing the word vampire, once again, Jaejoong's vision began to tilt at an odd angle.

Yunho was instantly by his side, gripping his shoulders, setting him upright. "Jaejoongie?"

Jaejoong shook his head trying to fight off the bout of pounding headache that was sure to come. However, the desired effect didn't happen when the room began to spin instead. He began digging the heels of one palm into his scalp. Vampires? What the hell? The new transfer student was stark raving mad.

But then somehow thinking back to all the media's craziness, he couldn't help but agree.

"I...I would say there are no such things as vampires but the news said all the victims had punctured wounds on their necks and... their bodies were bled dry." He choked out, a hint of faint disbelief coloring his words. "I sort of had my suspicions. But it just sounds ridiculous when it's actually being said out in the open."

The raven-haired teenager sagged against Yunho's tight hold. Yunho let his grip loosen and enveloped him into his arms. Jaejoong rested his chin on Yunho’s shoulder, melting in his embrace.

Of why he even felt like melting, he had no idea.

"You’re awfully calm and accepting about this." Yunho observed, raking his fingers through Jaejoong’s soft silky strands. "I was actually looking forward to the freak out that you were supposed to be having.”

Jaejoong’s shoulders slumped into a shrug before burying his face in the other’s neck. “I’ve been freaking out since a week ago. Guess I just got sick of it.” Yunho could feel Jaejoong's forming smile against his skin. “And I don’t know, there’s just something about you that feels...right. I can’t quite put my finger into it.”

“Really? How so?” Yunho inquired, gently stroking his back. Jaejoong nearly purred with the gesture.

Jaejoong chewed on his lower lip, sighed then reluctantly admitted. “I’ve been thinking about you these past couple of weeks. I...dream about you a lot.” Shuddering when the memory of the attack assaulted his thoughts, Jaejoong added. “It sucks though because I always get a rewind of what happened that night in these dreams.” He said, burrowing his face closer against Yunho's neck as he snaked his arms around the other's waist. God, Yunho smelled so good. It was heady and sweet and intoxicating. “What are those things anyway?”

“They’re Chaos’ pets, they’re hell hounds and they do the dirty work for him.” Yunho calmly replied.

He could feel Jaejoong tightening his hold and the soft lips caressing and nuzzling at his neck. Yunho was sure that it would only be a matter of seconds before the other realized and took notice of his actions.

And then it came.

Yunho flinched, feeling Jaejoong’s canine teeth sink into his skin.

In a split moment, the arms around him stiffened as he felt the other's shoulders and back tensed. Jaejoong’s whole body went rigid in his embrace. It didn't take long before Yunho was abruptly and violently shoved off.

When their gazes met, Jaejoong’s eyes were glowing red, fangs had made themselves known and his fingernails had grown a considerable length. “What the hell?!” Jaejoong cursed, examining his fingers, licking his lips as the coppery sweet taste of blood filled his senses. God, he wanted...needed. What the fuck.

Jaejoong gulped, gaping at Yunho in shock.

Yunho decided that it was the best time to start explaining.

“Vampires come in two types." He began. "Us. You and I. We belonged to an immortal race, the Shinso family. We exist with nature and our species had been living with humans ever since the beginning of time. We were more known as spirits back then before we manifested into what we are right now.”

Jaejoong covered his mouth with his hands, fighting the overwhelming and insanely strong urge to suck Yunho dry. What the fuck. What the fuck. He was suddenly having brain malfunction to the highest level.

Yunho slowly took small steps towards him with his hand held in the air, glancing at his wrist then at Jaejoong’s unmistakably hungry yet somewhat horrified expression. “Though we might enjoy the taste of human blood it has never been a primary need. But whenever we do get a taste, it is then that these humans turn into something else. The ones causing and wrecking havoc in the human world are these creatures, they’re called the Shito." Yunho's steps faltered, stopping a foot away from Jaejoong. "Basically, the Shinso family is the reason why vampires exist. I was the one appointed to do clean-up duty.”

Jaejoong's eyes widened, a look of panic marring his features as the words settled inside his head. “You’re here to kill me?” he asked. Because in Jaejoong’s thoughts that made sense. He was human before and now judging from what he was seeing right before his eyes - he knew that something changed in him that night.

Yunho’s face fell as he let out a long sigh. “It was never my intention to turn you into this. You were killed by a Shito back then and your dying wish was to be resurrected in the human world. I let your spirit wander in here until the right time came. I was willing to wait forever. I even thought that at the moment that I would see you again, I was just going to blend in and spend my days with you in living a normal human life."

Yunho brought his hand to his lips, eyebrows etched into a scowl. “And then you just had to screw things up at our first meeting. I know you might hate me for doing what I did once you regain your memories, but I’ve had enough of those long nine hundred years. I’m not waiting for another damn reincarnation anymore.”

The vampire bit at his pulse as he grazed it with his teeth. Small droplets of the red liquid fell on the bed sheets. The rich thick scent of Yunho’s blood drove Jaejoong's sensitive and heightened state on haywire.

Yunho approached him and rested his left knee on the bed. Gripping the back of his neck, he began to pull his face up towards his lips. “I’m not going to kill you Jaejoongie, not after waiting for so damn long. Besides, despite you being reborn as a human, the Shinso spirit still lives inside you." Yunho's gaze fell on Jaejoong's half-parted lips. “You were... dying.” he said in a voice so low like it was too painful a memory to remember.

He ran a thumb along Jaejoong's soft cheek. "Truth was, fear had gripped me at seeing your bleeding state and for a second I didn’t know what to do. The shock of seeing you was...overwhelming at best.” Yunho’s gaze darted back at Jaejoong's eyes. “Offering blood to humans after we feed on them is strictly forbidden but I couldn’t just let you die.” a soft smile ghosted his lips. “But I guess it’s all good, I’ve noticed that even if you might need the taste of blood, it would only apply to needing mine.” With that said, Yunho licked at his bleeding wrist, closing his mouth around the wound and drank as much of himself as he could.

Jaejoong’s eyes glazed over at the display and whimpered. Though he might have heard every word that Yunho had said, the ability to think properly had deserted him. He couldn't process said information right now even if he wanted to. His brain had short-circuited and all he wanted at that instant was to taste Yunho.

The raven-haired teen constantly licked his lips as he kept eyeing the bleeding wrist. Fortunately, he didn't need to wait a second longer because to his delight, Yunho’s mouth came crashing down against his own.

For a moment Jaejoong couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. But then slowly, little by little, something slowly opened up inside of him, bringing his blood to life. Suddenly, Jaejoong reached out and cupped Yunho’s cheeks, tilting his face into a much better angle where he could taste more of him, feel more of him and have more of him. He wanted more, needed more... more... more.. more until finally - everything just clicked.

He suddenly badly wanted... needed, god!

Jaejoong sucked eagerly yet slowly, careful to not spill a drop as blood flowed freely from Yunho's mouth to his, both from the blood he offered and the new wounds that Jaejoong inflicted in the other's warm cavern.

A thin trail of the red liquid went past the corner of his lips as it trickled down the side of his cheek - to his neck and into his school uniform’s collar. Not that he noticed it or cared as he was too busy relishing the feel of Yunho's lips, his intoxicating taste, and this overwhelming feeling that seemed to swallow him whole.

Words could not express the roller coaster of emotions that he was going through. This was it. This was what he had been missing. The constant thirst and the hunger, it made sense to him now. He craved for Yunho's taste; badly needed his presence so close to him; desperately longed for the feel of his skin against his body.

Jaejoong felt like drowning. The air was leaving his lungs, yet he felt more alive than he had ever been his entire life. Yunho was everything and nothing, past and the future, life and death all at the same time.

Suddenly, he felt being lowered down towards the bed, his head lightly landing on soft pillows. He felt Yunho’s arms circle his legs, lifting them up on the soft sheets and aligning them with the rest of him. Yunho’s mouth never left Jaejoong’s; not even until he proceeded to climb on all fours on the bed. Their lips stayed firmly attached with each other as Jaejoong drank, licked, sucked and kissed while Yunho offered willingly with absolute abandon.

Jaejoong didn’t waste time with the better position he found himself in. He delved deeper inside Yunho’s mouth, sucking eagerly on the wet coppery tongue. Thoughts of ‘Why am I doing this’ and ‘I’m making out with a vampire in the school’s clinic’ should have been reason enough to freak him the hell out but then again he couldn’t bring himself to care. Being this close, to this guy, to this vampire was messing up with his ability to think. Nothing seemed to matter right now but the body hovering above him.

Jaejoong felt the hand that held him by the neck moments before resume its hold, running soft feather-like touches along the smooth expanse of his nape as he felt shivers run down his spine.

Yunho pressed his body down against Jaejoong's - pinning him firmly underneath while a hand caressed at his sides. Fingers crept under the soft cottony fabric of his shirt until strong hands found skin and began stroking his heated flesh. A sudden flare of arousal exploded in Jaejoong’s veins as a choked gasp escaped his throat.

“Yunho...” he rasped out, effectively breaking the kiss, breathing heavily. It just occurred to him that the absence of the steady flow of oxygen proved to be a bit too much. Jaejoong swallowed thickly. His eyes were wide with lust and need; cheeks flushed, lips an impossible shade of red, mouth half parted in panting.

Jaejoong looked searchingly into Yunho’s golden glowing eyes. Out of nowhere, some of the rationale that he was hoping he had a few minutes ago began to stealthily creep in. “I don’t...” he started, when the reality of the situation began to register in his head. “I’m not even sure why I’m...why I’m doing this.”

The hand caressing Jaejoong’s waist stopped its assault. Yunho’s golden gaze was fixed at him, like he was peering into his soul. “Do you want me to stop?” Yunho asked, licking at his lips.

Jaejoong wanted to say yes. Every sane part of his system was screaming for him to push the guy off, run away and hide from everyone and everything. Yunho was a vampire! He wasn’t human and was claiming that they had a past, that they were this...whatever it was he called his species. Kept saying that Jaejoong was a reincarnation of this someone...someone he wasn’t even sure existed. He wanted to say that Yunho was mistaken, tell him that he was just a normal high school student who had friends, who had a family, someone who was every bit ordinary. He wanted to scream ‘leave me alone and get the fuck out of my life!’

“No.” a heated protest was uttered past his lips even before his brain managed to catch up. Jaejoong’s eyes widened further. He meant yes. He was supposed to say yes! Licking at his lips, Jaejoong's eyes flickered back to Yunho’s mouth. He gulped and then - oh fuck it - in that instant he truly didn’t care at all. “God No!” he exclaimed and latched on Yunho’s smiling lips like his life depended on it.

Jaejoong wound his arms around Yunho's neck. He pulled him closer - impossibly closer that he was practically molding their faces into one, to the point that there wasn't enough room to breath. God, Yunho was like a drug. Jaejoong suddenly couldn’t possibly imagine his life without him.

Too much clothes. There were too much clothes. “Take these off.” Jaejoong ordered and growled all at once. And wow, since when did his voice take on that kind of authority?

Yunho for his part was only too happy to comply.

The jacket came off first followed immediately by Yunho throwing it across the room. Jaejoong quickly sat upright and practically tore the buttons on Yunho's shirt. After much frustrated growling and cursing about the damn person who created said buttons, Jaejoong’s eyes finally feasted on Yunho’s exposed naked torso, mouth nearly watering with the sight.

“Your clothes.” Yunho moaned, voice thick with need as he leaned down Jaejoong’s frame, tugging at the material. Jaejoong’s fingers immediately yanked the jacket open then flung it at the empty space on the bed, followed by the shirt which he quickly chucked out and off his body.

Before Jaejoong could even have a moment to feel a bit of shyness for himself, Yunho’s mouth instantly latched on a nipple, toppling him back down on the sheets in the process and all Jaejoong could do was let out a choked, keening whimper. “Nnnggghhh, Yun...yunho-yah.” Jaejoong hissed and groaned, head falling heavily against the pillows as he felt Yunho's teeth hotly graze at his sensitive nub. Oh god. It felt so good.

Yunho licked at the hardened nipple, flicked his tongue against it, wetly sucked then licked again, repeating the gesture over and over, his free hand pinching and rubbing at the other nipple until Jaejoong went delirious with want, thrashing and moaning on the bed as bouts of pleasure racked his whole frame.

It only took approximately thirty seconds before Jaejoong was reduced into a whimpering mess.

Flurry of words escaped his lips, words that consisted of 'oh god, more... more, please... please yunho..., more, ahhh...' but Jaejoong was too lost by now to care that he practically sounded like a slut. Apparently, he figured that if what Yunho was telling him was true, he was a needy sonofabitch in his past life.

"Excuse me but...” The sound of a tray crashing down to the floor assaulted their ears.

A nurse stood by the door, eyes wide, jaws slacked open in complete shock.

Yunho reluctantly pulled away and was rewarded with a glare and a heated growl of protest.

“Wait.” Yunho whispered, sitting up while Jaejoong quickly clung to him like a second layer of skin.

Looking up, he followed the direction of his stare. It was then that Jaejoong realized they had an audience.

It only took one look at their half-naked state, lust filled, glowing crimson and golden eyes and the nurse’s world began to blur. A soft thud indicated that she had fainted on the spot.

“Shit!” Yunho cursed as he looked down at the unconscious woman.

Jaejoong for his part could only stare in indifferent silence at the petite white heap on the floor. The overwhelming wave of lust that he was feeling just a moment ago began to slowly abate. However, his thoughts were still pretty much disorganized. Craning his neck sideways, he saw blood stained sheets.

“How do we explain this?” Jaejoong murmured as he began to plant soft small biting kisses on Yunho’s neck, noticing that the fang marks he managed to inflict on his skin earlier was starting to close up and heal.

“It’s fine." Yunho shrugged, picking up Jaejoong’s school uniform. "I’m good with persuasion techniques.”

Jaejoong’s ears perked up as he looked dazedly at his eyes. “Huh?”

Yunho smirked then captured his lips for another kiss. When they broke apart, he pressed their foreheads together and grinned. “How did you think I was able to get a pass and attend classes inside the school?”

Jaejoong hummed under his breath and proceeded to lick a wet stripe across the long expanse of Yunho’s neck. Then, he bit down hard. “Mmm, maybe you can teach me that next time then?”

The raven-haired teen figured that he could do the epic freak out of his life later when Yunho's presence wasn't there to mess up with his head and to make him feel this good.

“But he’s so hot!”

“He kissed Jaejoong-sshi! I don’t care if you guys think he’s hot. He kissed him. He kissed my future husband!”

"Says who?"

"Bitch."

“Hey! Last time I checked, I was the one that Jaejoong sshi asked the hand for marriage.”

"Lying bitch."

“"Hey! Watch your mouth you little slut!"

“Are girls usually this vicious in your school?” Yunho asked, directing an amused and an almost teasing smile at Yoochun whose eyes were still pointedly throwing daggers in his direction.

They were sitting in the cafeteria lounge as students continued to move around them. Some were engaged in hushed whispers, and some, like what Yunho pointed out, were vicious in their heated arguments. It seemed that the kiss scenario that happened in their classroom earlier that morning had spread like wildfire by noon.

Now, the problem here wasn’t because it was a kiss between two guys. No, it wasn’t the case at all. Because if this sort of thing happened to a normal student, no one would really give a shit. But Jaejoong was involved, and everyone in campus had this huge crush on the Student Council’s President. So naturally, people went psycho over the news about a transfer student stealing their precious Jaejoong-sshi’s first kiss.

Simply put, everyone was after Yunho’s blood.

A hand landed at the back of Yoochun’s head, smacking him. Yoochun growled low in his throat, rubbed the sore spot then scowled at his boyfriend, appalled. "Yah! What was that for?”

“Be nice Chunnie.” Junsu reprimanded with a stern look. Yoochun huffed then grumbled under his breath something about bossy wives. “I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I heard you loud enough.”

Yoochun bit his lower lip, grimacing at the glare that Junsu was giving him. “Nothing.”

Changmin snickered. “You are so whipped Yoochun-hyung.” he said in obvious amusement.

Yoochun directed his scowl this time at the youngest. “Shut up Min ah!”

Another snicker was merely given to him in response.

"No seriously, what was up with kissing Jaejoong-hyung earlier? Chun ah nearly had a nervous breakdown when he bitched and whined about it to me." Junsu commented while popping chips into his mouth.

Yunho smiled Yoochun continued to glare at him. "He just reminded me of someone I knew."

If looks could kill, Yunho would have died hours ago. "You reminded hyung of someone? What the fuck?"

Changmin's head craned from side to side, frowning. "Hey, speaking of which, where's Jaejoong-hyung anyway? I haven't seen him since third period."

Yunho clutched at his face, resting his elbow on the table top, sighing. "I think he said something about wanting to sit in a corner and have a major freak out moment." Of course, somehow he expected it to happen.

Three sets of eyes looked at him suspiciously.

Yunho sweat-dropped. "I ummm, told him about the kiss?"

"Ha!" Yoochun shook his fist in triumph. "If we're lucky he might just stay a hundred meters away from you."

Another hand smacked Yoochun in the head. "Didn't I tell you to be nice?" Junsu groused. Yoochun pouted in response, lower lip jutting out. Junsu rolled his eyes. "Just keep it down Chunnie, I'm trying to watch the news." he shushed him as he shifted in his chair and looked up at the TV cafeteria screen.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me. Is that the serial killing shit again Su ah?" Yoochun complained.

'....at Hotel Marionnette, all it's workers and guests had disappeared last night. Though authorities still have no lead to where these people have disappeared to, there were rather disturbing blood stains on every floor of the hotel and a massive amount of animal fur. Authorities may have…’

"Animal fur?" Changmin asked, cocking an eyebrow. Junsu and Yoochun merely shared a look then shrugged.

"Sorry but I'll have to leave. I forgot that there was something I had to do." Yunho suddenly remarked, hauling himself from his spot, saying 'excuse me' as he went then ran with great speed towards the cafeteria doors.

Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin could only blink in response.

Animal fur. Yunho's hands balled into fists while gritting his turned sharp canine teeth. There was only one Shito he knew that had furry slaves. He screwed up. It seemed that the bastard was still alive.

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A/N: I've finally decided to pick up this story again. Anyway, Female Highschool Undercover will be posted this Thursday and The Thin Line Between Love and Hate this Sunday. Thanks to everyone who has always been with me and accepted me in this crazy ride of my life, teaching me to also accept myself in the process. Words could not express how much you all mean to me. And if I ever hurt anyone, I'm truly sorry. If I could go back to the past, I would change things. But I couldn't. So all I have to do right now, is make the most out of what's in store for us and I hope for us to be great friends. Comments are still loved and appreciated.