The end comes for everyone
Title: The end comes for everyone
Pairing: kris/lay, side!chanyeol/kai
Genre: vampire!au
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3k words
Summary: The vampire race is also trying to survive the apocalypse.
A/N: i watched lots of apocalyptical, dystopian movies these days along with vampire movies, so this happened. oh oh oh i also have fic with my beta rn, so you can expect more fanxing for the next couple days. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!! i wish you all a 2015 filled with fanxing, chankai, chanlu, chenyeol and all the other pairings (including xiuhun ok #notahater) /group hug/ thank you for staying with me and reading all this crap i write :(
(...) and that makes sense if you look at it from a specific perspective. Back at the old days when you could just waltz into a library, rip some pages off any stupid book to roll a joint, you could find any sort of book about the human race oh-so-bravely trying to survive the end of times, you know what I mean? But where are the books written about the vampires? No one’s ever written a single piece about how hard it is for us, vampires, to try to get through the apocalypse. I mean. there’s no one left to eat! (cough) Ok this is all for today’s podcast, if you’re out there and hungry… Just… I don’t know man, fuck this shit.
Chanyeol’s voice ceases and it’s suddenly too quiet in the small hideout, only the static from his radio filling the air until it also stops. Yifan sighs, rubbing both hands on his face and forcing his body to comply and stand up from the rugged, stinky, mildly moistened couch. He’s been living on mold for so long it doesn’t even smells like mold anymore. It smells, sadly, like himself.
“You know no one listens to your stupid podcast, right?” he says, just to spite Chanyeol, because honestly there’s nothing left to do. They’ve been hiding in a break room of a shitty supermarket for days now. The supermarket is so tattered and torn that no one has even bothered to venture inside.
Chanyeol snorts, accustomed to Yifan’s mean comments, which is not exactly great because all the fun of messing with Chanyeol is watch him get worked up. “I don’t care if no one listens to it, at least I have something to do.”
“Besides sitting and rotting?”
Jongin sighs, loud and heavy, dragging his flimsy self all the way from the vending machine. He has another bunch of gummy bears in his hands as he walks toward his goober boyfriend, munching on a few. Yifan just can’t understand why he keeps on eating it. Chanyeol lets out a muffled sound when Jongin throws himself atop of him, a few gummy bears rolling down the floor. Yifan watches them roll.
“Stop picking on Chanyeol,” he says, and Yifan can see his fangs. “He likes playing with the radio.”
“I’m not just playing, I’m trying to find other vampires.” the taller protests, slapping Jongin’s hands to get rid of the gummy bears. The younger cries.
“And why would you want to find another vampires? So we can all starve together?” Yifan barks, crossing his hands on his chest. He glances at the huge digital clock on the wall. “Shouldn’t Yixing be back by now?”
“He’s trying to stop the pigeon.” Chanyeol snickers and Jongin giggles. “Nab ‘em, jab ‘em, tab ‘em, grab ‘em.”
Yifan had promised himself he would not laugh at Chanyeol’s stupid references regarding their desperate diet. He bites his lip. “Well, the sunrise is in a couple of minutes. He should be back.”
Jongin chokes on his own spit, coughing madly before gathering himself to speak. “Don’t worry about him, he’s fast. Nothing can grab him.” more giggles.
The improvised door opens two minutes before the sun rises, and Yixing slips inside stealthily, hands full. Yifan jerks up from the couch in a haste to help him, retrieving some bats and one single rat. He wrinkles his nose at the stench, something he should be used to by now. Yixing places the birds on the ratty table, removing his gloves and finally looking up to meet his companions’ eyes. He smiles at Jongin, so bright that it could burn someone dead. For a second Yifan’s heart feels like it’s beating.
“You took too long,” he says and Yixing turns to face him, his messy brown hair almost falling into his eyes. Yifan reaches to brush them back. “Need to be careful.”
“I’m always careful.” Yixing grins, giving Yifan’s shoulder a little tap before walking away. “I brought two bats and a rat today, since Jongin won’t eat the pigeons.”
“Pigeons are daytime creatures, ok? You pluck them from their beds every night.” Jongin says, eyebrows furrowed as he runs his fingers across his fangs. It’s always the same -- he chews on the human junky food and worries about his oral hygiene later.
“Fine, then have the bats.” Yixing points to the things that are still on Yifan’s hand.
Jongin gasps, “That would be like eating a second cousin or something!” Chanyeol strokes his arms, lightly kissing his shoulder. “I’m picky about my food.”
“Jongin, babe,” Chanyeol says carefully, mouth close to Jongin’s ear. “you need to drink blood. Otherwise you get drained. Do you want to get drained?” Jongin shakes his head, turning on Chanyeol’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck.
“I’ll have the rat.” he says.
When they start kissing, Yifan clears his throat and looks around for Yixing, finding him near the table, already clutching a pigeon. It’s a really, really really diminished room, they can’t escape the noises their friends make while kissing, and it doesn’t matter how low Chanyeol whispers dirty things on Jongin’s ear, Yifan and Yixing will always hear.
“Damn you vampire powers,” Yixing mutters, chuckling. Yifan smiles at him, forcing his throat to clear itself because there’s no way he’ll embarrass himself by coughing now. “I wish they would just go to sleep.”
“I can hear that.” Chanyeol says.
Yifan frowns, burying his fang on the pigeon. Yixing does the same, and for a while they just drink. It’s cold, animal blood always gets cold too quick, but it’s been too long since the last time Yifan tasted human blood. The taste of pigeons is all he can remember. He squeezes the bird, drawing out the last drips he can drink before throwing it on the table. Yixing blinks at him, lips stained red and fangs bared. What wouldn’t Yifan give to kiss those lips clean.
“I found a few hunter tracks on my way back here,” Yixing says. “Looked fresh. They must be getting closer.”
“We should find somewhere else to hide, then.” Yifan swallows, wondering if he should ask Yixing to lie down with him.
The other smiles, “Pretty unlucky of us, don’t you think? So many people died, but the hunters survived.”
Yifan hums, scratching his neck and stretching his hand. Yixing stares at it. “We should go to sleep.”
“Oh. Yeah. We should, yeah.” he chuckles again, a sound Yifan will never get tired of, and takes his hand.
-
They don’t really care about how it happened, the only certainty they have is that the end of the world is happening because of some stupid, petty, human shit. They managed to fuck the planet, not caring about the other creatures living in it -- which is kinda rude in Yifan’s opinion. And also pretty idiotic, since they’re about the most fragile species inhabiting the planet. The humans were the first to die. Then other species, and because there were not enough humans to eat, vampires started to crumble. That’s when shit got serious. Blood banks started getting ripped off, and then bambis and wolves disappeared. It was easier to identify vampires amongst the almost non-existent human population, so hunters scored a few kills.
(...) around your neighborhood. They’re vicious, so don’t be brave and try to confront a hunter. Just be careful, these are dark times. This is The Bloody Virus tuning off for tonight, peace out.
Yifan laces his boots and rolls his eyes at Chanyeol with that stupid, annoying radio. If only he could get away with destroying the damn thing.
“So let’s go around the plan one more time.” Jongin says, wearing a black wife beater. Yifan pretends not to see Chanyeol’s hand sneaking beneath it.
“Alright,” Yixing stands up from his spot on the ground. “The three of us are scavenging the hospital, you’re staying at the monitoring room to watch our backs.” he turns to Chanyeol. “Did you get the portable radios?”
Chanyeol scoffs, lifting a plastic bag. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
“Fine,” Yixing nods. “We need to be careful on our way there. We’ll run, but hunters have ways of locating us no matter how fast we’re going. The hospital is only a few miles away from here.”
“This is our last chance of finally getting a drop of human blood,” Chanyeol says. “We better not screw this up.”
Bullshit about human blood. There’s no arrangement saying that vampires are forbidden from their hunting practices, Yifan would not hesitate in draining a human dry if one ever crossed his path. It’s just that with all the anarchy around, the sons of bitches are becoming experts in hiding.
“It’s common sense, asshole.” Jongin barks at Yifan, startling the latter. “We need to keep our cool and wait for them to procreate. Otherwise our whole species is doomed.”
Yifan balls his hands, “Stop reading my fucking mind!”
Jongin widens his eyes, “I can’t help it, you fucker!”
As if, Yifan snorts. He knows Jongin caught that with his extraordinary mind reading abilities too, but doesn’t react.
“I think it’s kind of unfair that we have to feed off such a stupid species,” Chanyeol points out, mind clearly musing far from their conversation. “Look at what they’ve done to their own planet.” he sighs, shaking his head. “Couldn’t we have our own planet? Where blood would grow on trees?”
Sometimes Yifan thinks he imagines these things he hears from Chanyeol. Frowning, he spits “What.”
“No, I can see where Chanyeol is going with this.” Yixing says, seemingly interested. “He means that if blood grew on trees we wouldn’t have to kill, right?”
“You are all… idiots.”
“We are wasting time.” Jongin remembers. “We should really get going.”
There’s not much for them to pack, only a few pieces of clothes and Yixing’s knives (the ones that can wound any creature, including vampires). The run doesn’t take too long, the scattered and deteriorating hospital building emerges ahead of them, intimidating and somber (Yifan reminds himself that he’s a child of the night, he’s not supposed to feel intimidated this easily). He swallows when they halt, adjusting the backpacks to their backs and giving the 7 story building a long look.
“The monitoring room is on the 7th floor, Jongin.” Yixing says. “On my last inspection, I checked the powerhouse, they have a generator, so you have to run there, it’s just around the building. Turn the thing on and see if the CCTV works.”
Jongin nods, turning to Chanyeol and tiptoeing to touch his lips to the other’s. Chanyeol curls a hand on his neck, pressing them closer, and Yifan looks away.
“Be careful.” Jongin says. Chanyeol chuckles, but doesn’t answer. Yixing clears his throat.
“The radios, Chanyeol. Give one to Jongin.” Yixing continues. He looks a bit nervous, Yifan notices, it’s probably because this is the first time they’re all doing this together. Yixing is accustomed to running around in search for whatever they need because he’s fast, and he has those witch knives that grant him slightly better protection than the rest of them. Yifan never asked how he got the weapons (it never mattered), he just worries that Yixing would get hurt during his ‘missions’, even when Yixing himself doesn’t pay his safety a lot of mind. The group, however, is another story.
Yifan lets his fingers touch Yixing’s hand, the one that’s fisted on his side, sliding them to the wrist. The younger startles, snapping his head up to face Yifan.
“We’re gonna be fine.” he assures, loosening Yixing’s fingers so they could entwine with Yifan’s.
Yifan watches Yixing’s face relax, eyes softening and lips stretching on the sweetest dimpled smile he’s ever seen. Yifan smiles back, squeezing Yixing’s hand before looking at Chanyeol, who’s still tuning the radios to the right frequence. Jongin, though, has his eyes set on Yixing, amusement written all over his face.
“All set.” Chanyeol suddenly says, handing each of them a portable radio. Yixing releases Yifan’s hand to adjust the radio, and Yifan pretends that he was totally about to do the same.
Something pokes at his ribs and Yifan turns to look at Jongin, eyebrows arched as he carefully mouths “Do you wanna know what’s on his mind when you touch him?”
That’s another of those moments in which Yifan would blush and have his lungs constricted if he had alive insides. He runs a hand through his hair. “Nope. I don’t wanna know.”
He sees Yixing watching them with interest through his peripheral vision and quickly returns to his side.
“Are you ready?” the younger asks.
“I am if you are. Are you ready?”
Yixing chuckles, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand before licking his lips and nodding once at Yifan. “Let’s go then.”
-
Yifan met Yixing in the early 90’s. Chanyeol insisted that he wanted to watch Soundgarden live, so they managed to go to one of their concerts somewhere. At some point, between Fell On Black Days and Rusty Cage, Chanyeol disappeared (later Yifan found out that he went chasing a boy who would soon become his obsession). Looking everywhere for Chanyeol Yifan found him, red flannel shirt seeming too long for his thin body, wet brown hair and spent converse shoes. Yifan’s heart had been dead for 80 years, but that night he’s positive that it beat again. The excuse he used to approach Yixing was a stupid ‘Hey did you see my friend, he’s tall and looming’. From that day on, Yifan made sure to follow Yixing everywhere (discreetly, of course), but at some point in history it became hard to explain. Yixing then barged into Yifan’s hotel suite in Venice suggesting that they would just share a room, and since then he’s never left.
They’ve searched the damned hospital from the top to the bottom and didn’t find a single blood bag. They’re sleepy, hungry, the sun is about to rise and without a place to crash. Yifan leans his head back on the wall, turning to inspect Yixing. He’s surprised in finding the younger looking right back at him.
“I’m going to get Jongin.” Chanyeol says.
“We’ll wait for you here.” Yixing answers, his eyes never leaving Yifan’s face. It’s weird, the urge Yifan has of breaking the contact because somehow Yixing’s eyes feel too heavy on him. Once Chanyeol’s gone, Yixing scoots closer. Yifan tenses.
“Hi.” he says out of other things to say. Yixing smiles, though.
“Hi.” he sighs. “Why don’t you wanna know?”
“What?”
“Jongin asked you if you wanted to know what’s on my mind when you… touch me.” Yixing continues, dimple pressing on his cheek.
So he did hear. Yifan thought Jongin’s mouthing method had been efficient. “Should I want to know?”
The younger blinks, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll just tell you then.”
“Whenever you touch me… I wish you were brave enough to just kiss me. Because it’s been 25 years, Yifan. And I’m getting tired of waiting.”
Yifan chokes on air, slapping his own chest uselessly because that’s what he used to do whenever his human self choked on his own saliva, but it doesn’t work now and he keeps on coughing, further embarrassing himself when he should look the coolest.
“Wait,” he coughs some more. “Do you like me?”
Yixing smiles. “You couldn’t tell?”
“No!” he squawks indignantly, hands gripping his hair. “I feel so… I don’t even know how I feel! Why didn’t you tell me anything, you knew I was following you around back in the 90’s and you only came to confront me in Venice, I mean, I hid in your closet when you were in Alaska and--”
Small hands grab him by the collar of his shirt and yank him down. Yixing’s chapped lips feel like a heartbeat.
Yifan touches Yixing’s neck, his other hand coming to cup his jaw. He’s kissing Yixing (Yixing kissed him, but well, details). He’s really kissing Yixing, the only thing he’s truly wanted for twenty-five years. The world is ending, they’re hungry, at the verge of extinction, and here is Wu Yifan, 130 year-old vampire, finally fulfilling his wish.
“So, which one of you did it?” Jongin’s voice forces them apart, and Yixing is up in a second. Yifan grunts in annoyance. This is his moment, what the fuck is fucking Jongin thinking.
“I did.” he grins, making a grab for Yifan’s hand and pulling him on his feet.
Chanyeol gasps. “Is this for real?” when Yixing nods excitedly, he laughs. “He was infatuated with you for twenty years and didn’t even have the decency of making a move.”
“Twenty five.” Jongin corrects.
Yifan snorts, looking away from his friends because he’s not obliged to just face them while being teased.
“Hey! Stop picking on him.” Yixing yells, squeezing Yifan’s hand and making him look down. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“Should I confess too?” he asks, trying to grasp at what’s left of his dignity.
“Yes, you should.” Jongin says and leans into Chanyeol, the latter’s arms wrapping around him.
“Ok.” he clears his throat, pulling on a serious face. “Zhang Yixing. My love for you… is undying. Like we are.”
Yixing winces.
Chanyeol cackles. “You’re hopeless.”
“At least we have some ground on that.” Jongin comments. “He did stalk Yixing for, like, thirty years.”
“It was twenty-five!” Yifan protests. They all laugh and he just huffs.
There are several other things they should be doing, like running for their lives or finding a new place to hide, but maybe they’re allowed a few minutes before dealing with this apocalypse thing again.
A/N: if you wanna vomit all over me bc this is too ridiculous, you can do that on twitter, come.
Pairing: kris/lay, side!chanyeol/kai
Genre: vampire!au
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3k words
Summary: The vampire race is also trying to survive the apocalypse.
A/N: i watched lots of apocalyptical, dystopian movies these days along with vampire movies, so this happened. oh oh oh i also have fic with my beta rn, so you can expect more fanxing for the next couple days. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!! i wish you all a 2015 filled with fanxing, chankai, chanlu, chenyeol and all the other pairings (including xiuhun ok #notahater) /group hug/ thank you for staying with me and reading all this crap i write :(
(...) and that makes sense if you look at it from a specific perspective. Back at the old days when you could just waltz into a library, rip some pages off any stupid book to roll a joint, you could find any sort of book about the human race oh-so-bravely trying to survive the end of times, you know what I mean? But where are the books written about the vampires? No one’s ever written a single piece about how hard it is for us, vampires, to try to get through the apocalypse. I mean. there’s no one left to eat! (cough) Ok this is all for today’s podcast, if you’re out there and hungry… Just… I don’t know man, fuck this shit.
Chanyeol’s voice ceases and it’s suddenly too quiet in the small hideout, only the static from his radio filling the air until it also stops. Yifan sighs, rubbing both hands on his face and forcing his body to comply and stand up from the rugged, stinky, mildly moistened couch. He’s been living on mold for so long it doesn’t even smells like mold anymore. It smells, sadly, like himself.
“You know no one listens to your stupid podcast, right?” he says, just to spite Chanyeol, because honestly there’s nothing left to do. They’ve been hiding in a break room of a shitty supermarket for days now. The supermarket is so tattered and torn that no one has even bothered to venture inside.
Chanyeol snorts, accustomed to Yifan’s mean comments, which is not exactly great because all the fun of messing with Chanyeol is watch him get worked up. “I don’t care if no one listens to it, at least I have something to do.”
“Besides sitting and rotting?”
Jongin sighs, loud and heavy, dragging his flimsy self all the way from the vending machine. He has another bunch of gummy bears in his hands as he walks toward his goober boyfriend, munching on a few. Yifan just can’t understand why he keeps on eating it. Chanyeol lets out a muffled sound when Jongin throws himself atop of him, a few gummy bears rolling down the floor. Yifan watches them roll.
“Stop picking on Chanyeol,” he says, and Yifan can see his fangs. “He likes playing with the radio.”
“I’m not just playing, I’m trying to find other vampires.” the taller protests, slapping Jongin’s hands to get rid of the gummy bears. The younger cries.
“And why would you want to find another vampires? So we can all starve together?” Yifan barks, crossing his hands on his chest. He glances at the huge digital clock on the wall. “Shouldn’t Yixing be back by now?”
“He’s trying to stop the pigeon.” Chanyeol snickers and Jongin giggles. “Nab ‘em, jab ‘em, tab ‘em, grab ‘em.”
Yifan had promised himself he would not laugh at Chanyeol’s stupid references regarding their desperate diet. He bites his lip. “Well, the sunrise is in a couple of minutes. He should be back.”
Jongin chokes on his own spit, coughing madly before gathering himself to speak. “Don’t worry about him, he’s fast. Nothing can grab him.” more giggles.
The improvised door opens two minutes before the sun rises, and Yixing slips inside stealthily, hands full. Yifan jerks up from the couch in a haste to help him, retrieving some bats and one single rat. He wrinkles his nose at the stench, something he should be used to by now. Yixing places the birds on the ratty table, removing his gloves and finally looking up to meet his companions’ eyes. He smiles at Jongin, so bright that it could burn someone dead. For a second Yifan’s heart feels like it’s beating.
“You took too long,” he says and Yixing turns to face him, his messy brown hair almost falling into his eyes. Yifan reaches to brush them back. “Need to be careful.”
“I’m always careful.” Yixing grins, giving Yifan’s shoulder a little tap before walking away. “I brought two bats and a rat today, since Jongin won’t eat the pigeons.”
“Pigeons are daytime creatures, ok? You pluck them from their beds every night.” Jongin says, eyebrows furrowed as he runs his fingers across his fangs. It’s always the same -- he chews on the human junky food and worries about his oral hygiene later.
“Fine, then have the bats.” Yixing points to the things that are still on Yifan’s hand.
Jongin gasps, “That would be like eating a second cousin or something!” Chanyeol strokes his arms, lightly kissing his shoulder. “I’m picky about my food.”
“Jongin, babe,” Chanyeol says carefully, mouth close to Jongin’s ear. “you need to drink blood. Otherwise you get drained. Do you want to get drained?” Jongin shakes his head, turning on Chanyeol’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck.
“I’ll have the rat.” he says.
When they start kissing, Yifan clears his throat and looks around for Yixing, finding him near the table, already clutching a pigeon. It’s a really, really really diminished room, they can’t escape the noises their friends make while kissing, and it doesn’t matter how low Chanyeol whispers dirty things on Jongin’s ear, Yifan and Yixing will always hear.
“Damn you vampire powers,” Yixing mutters, chuckling. Yifan smiles at him, forcing his throat to clear itself because there’s no way he’ll embarrass himself by coughing now. “I wish they would just go to sleep.”
“I can hear that.” Chanyeol says.
Yifan frowns, burying his fang on the pigeon. Yixing does the same, and for a while they just drink. It’s cold, animal blood always gets cold too quick, but it’s been too long since the last time Yifan tasted human blood. The taste of pigeons is all he can remember. He squeezes the bird, drawing out the last drips he can drink before throwing it on the table. Yixing blinks at him, lips stained red and fangs bared. What wouldn’t Yifan give to kiss those lips clean.
“I found a few hunter tracks on my way back here,” Yixing says. “Looked fresh. They must be getting closer.”
“We should find somewhere else to hide, then.” Yifan swallows, wondering if he should ask Yixing to lie down with him.
The other smiles, “Pretty unlucky of us, don’t you think? So many people died, but the hunters survived.”
Yifan hums, scratching his neck and stretching his hand. Yixing stares at it. “We should go to sleep.”
“Oh. Yeah. We should, yeah.” he chuckles again, a sound Yifan will never get tired of, and takes his hand.
-
They don’t really care about how it happened, the only certainty they have is that the end of the world is happening because of some stupid, petty, human shit. They managed to fuck the planet, not caring about the other creatures living in it -- which is kinda rude in Yifan’s opinion. And also pretty idiotic, since they’re about the most fragile species inhabiting the planet. The humans were the first to die. Then other species, and because there were not enough humans to eat, vampires started to crumble. That’s when shit got serious. Blood banks started getting ripped off, and then bambis and wolves disappeared. It was easier to identify vampires amongst the almost non-existent human population, so hunters scored a few kills.
(...) around your neighborhood. They’re vicious, so don’t be brave and try to confront a hunter. Just be careful, these are dark times. This is The Bloody Virus tuning off for tonight, peace out.
Yifan laces his boots and rolls his eyes at Chanyeol with that stupid, annoying radio. If only he could get away with destroying the damn thing.
“So let’s go around the plan one more time.” Jongin says, wearing a black wife beater. Yifan pretends not to see Chanyeol’s hand sneaking beneath it.
“Alright,” Yixing stands up from his spot on the ground. “The three of us are scavenging the hospital, you’re staying at the monitoring room to watch our backs.” he turns to Chanyeol. “Did you get the portable radios?”
Chanyeol scoffs, lifting a plastic bag. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
“Fine,” Yixing nods. “We need to be careful on our way there. We’ll run, but hunters have ways of locating us no matter how fast we’re going. The hospital is only a few miles away from here.”
“This is our last chance of finally getting a drop of human blood,” Chanyeol says. “We better not screw this up.”
Bullshit about human blood. There’s no arrangement saying that vampires are forbidden from their hunting practices, Yifan would not hesitate in draining a human dry if one ever crossed his path. It’s just that with all the anarchy around, the sons of bitches are becoming experts in hiding.
“It’s common sense, asshole.” Jongin barks at Yifan, startling the latter. “We need to keep our cool and wait for them to procreate. Otherwise our whole species is doomed.”
Yifan balls his hands, “Stop reading my fucking mind!”
Jongin widens his eyes, “I can’t help it, you fucker!”
As if, Yifan snorts. He knows Jongin caught that with his extraordinary mind reading abilities too, but doesn’t react.
“I think it’s kind of unfair that we have to feed off such a stupid species,” Chanyeol points out, mind clearly musing far from their conversation. “Look at what they’ve done to their own planet.” he sighs, shaking his head. “Couldn’t we have our own planet? Where blood would grow on trees?”
Sometimes Yifan thinks he imagines these things he hears from Chanyeol. Frowning, he spits “What.”
“No, I can see where Chanyeol is going with this.” Yixing says, seemingly interested. “He means that if blood grew on trees we wouldn’t have to kill, right?”
“You are all… idiots.”
“We are wasting time.” Jongin remembers. “We should really get going.”
There’s not much for them to pack, only a few pieces of clothes and Yixing’s knives (the ones that can wound any creature, including vampires). The run doesn’t take too long, the scattered and deteriorating hospital building emerges ahead of them, intimidating and somber (Yifan reminds himself that he’s a child of the night, he’s not supposed to feel intimidated this easily). He swallows when they halt, adjusting the backpacks to their backs and giving the 7 story building a long look.
“The monitoring room is on the 7th floor, Jongin.” Yixing says. “On my last inspection, I checked the powerhouse, they have a generator, so you have to run there, it’s just around the building. Turn the thing on and see if the CCTV works.”
Jongin nods, turning to Chanyeol and tiptoeing to touch his lips to the other’s. Chanyeol curls a hand on his neck, pressing them closer, and Yifan looks away.
“Be careful.” Jongin says. Chanyeol chuckles, but doesn’t answer. Yixing clears his throat.
“The radios, Chanyeol. Give one to Jongin.” Yixing continues. He looks a bit nervous, Yifan notices, it’s probably because this is the first time they’re all doing this together. Yixing is accustomed to running around in search for whatever they need because he’s fast, and he has those witch knives that grant him slightly better protection than the rest of them. Yifan never asked how he got the weapons (it never mattered), he just worries that Yixing would get hurt during his ‘missions’, even when Yixing himself doesn’t pay his safety a lot of mind. The group, however, is another story.
Yifan lets his fingers touch Yixing’s hand, the one that’s fisted on his side, sliding them to the wrist. The younger startles, snapping his head up to face Yifan.
“We’re gonna be fine.” he assures, loosening Yixing’s fingers so they could entwine with Yifan’s.
Yifan watches Yixing’s face relax, eyes softening and lips stretching on the sweetest dimpled smile he’s ever seen. Yifan smiles back, squeezing Yixing’s hand before looking at Chanyeol, who’s still tuning the radios to the right frequence. Jongin, though, has his eyes set on Yixing, amusement written all over his face.
“All set.” Chanyeol suddenly says, handing each of them a portable radio. Yixing releases Yifan’s hand to adjust the radio, and Yifan pretends that he was totally about to do the same.
Something pokes at his ribs and Yifan turns to look at Jongin, eyebrows arched as he carefully mouths “Do you wanna know what’s on his mind when you touch him?”
That’s another of those moments in which Yifan would blush and have his lungs constricted if he had alive insides. He runs a hand through his hair. “Nope. I don’t wanna know.”
He sees Yixing watching them with interest through his peripheral vision and quickly returns to his side.
“Are you ready?” the younger asks.
“I am if you are. Are you ready?”
Yixing chuckles, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand before licking his lips and nodding once at Yifan. “Let’s go then.”
-
Yifan met Yixing in the early 90’s. Chanyeol insisted that he wanted to watch Soundgarden live, so they managed to go to one of their concerts somewhere. At some point, between Fell On Black Days and Rusty Cage, Chanyeol disappeared (later Yifan found out that he went chasing a boy who would soon become his obsession). Looking everywhere for Chanyeol Yifan found him, red flannel shirt seeming too long for his thin body, wet brown hair and spent converse shoes. Yifan’s heart had been dead for 80 years, but that night he’s positive that it beat again. The excuse he used to approach Yixing was a stupid ‘Hey did you see my friend, he’s tall and looming’. From that day on, Yifan made sure to follow Yixing everywhere (discreetly, of course), but at some point in history it became hard to explain. Yixing then barged into Yifan’s hotel suite in Venice suggesting that they would just share a room, and since then he’s never left.
They’ve searched the damned hospital from the top to the bottom and didn’t find a single blood bag. They’re sleepy, hungry, the sun is about to rise and without a place to crash. Yifan leans his head back on the wall, turning to inspect Yixing. He’s surprised in finding the younger looking right back at him.
“I’m going to get Jongin.” Chanyeol says.
“We’ll wait for you here.” Yixing answers, his eyes never leaving Yifan’s face. It’s weird, the urge Yifan has of breaking the contact because somehow Yixing’s eyes feel too heavy on him. Once Chanyeol’s gone, Yixing scoots closer. Yifan tenses.
“Hi.” he says out of other things to say. Yixing smiles, though.
“Hi.” he sighs. “Why don’t you wanna know?”
“What?”
“Jongin asked you if you wanted to know what’s on my mind when you… touch me.” Yixing continues, dimple pressing on his cheek.
So he did hear. Yifan thought Jongin’s mouthing method had been efficient. “Should I want to know?”
The younger blinks, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll just tell you then.”
“Whenever you touch me… I wish you were brave enough to just kiss me. Because it’s been 25 years, Yifan. And I’m getting tired of waiting.”
Yifan chokes on air, slapping his own chest uselessly because that’s what he used to do whenever his human self choked on his own saliva, but it doesn’t work now and he keeps on coughing, further embarrassing himself when he should look the coolest.
“Wait,” he coughs some more. “Do you like me?”
Yixing smiles. “You couldn’t tell?”
“No!” he squawks indignantly, hands gripping his hair. “I feel so… I don’t even know how I feel! Why didn’t you tell me anything, you knew I was following you around back in the 90’s and you only came to confront me in Venice, I mean, I hid in your closet when you were in Alaska and--”
Small hands grab him by the collar of his shirt and yank him down. Yixing’s chapped lips feel like a heartbeat.
Yifan touches Yixing’s neck, his other hand coming to cup his jaw. He’s kissing Yixing (Yixing kissed him, but well, details). He’s really kissing Yixing, the only thing he’s truly wanted for twenty-five years. The world is ending, they’re hungry, at the verge of extinction, and here is Wu Yifan, 130 year-old vampire, finally fulfilling his wish.
“So, which one of you did it?” Jongin’s voice forces them apart, and Yixing is up in a second. Yifan grunts in annoyance. This is his moment, what the fuck is fucking Jongin thinking.
“I did.” he grins, making a grab for Yifan’s hand and pulling him on his feet.
Chanyeol gasps. “Is this for real?” when Yixing nods excitedly, he laughs. “He was infatuated with you for twenty years and didn’t even have the decency of making a move.”
“Twenty five.” Jongin corrects.
Yifan snorts, looking away from his friends because he’s not obliged to just face them while being teased.
“Hey! Stop picking on him.” Yixing yells, squeezing Yifan’s hand and making him look down. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“Should I confess too?” he asks, trying to grasp at what’s left of his dignity.
“Yes, you should.” Jongin says and leans into Chanyeol, the latter’s arms wrapping around him.
“Ok.” he clears his throat, pulling on a serious face. “Zhang Yixing. My love for you… is undying. Like we are.”
Yixing winces.
Chanyeol cackles. “You’re hopeless.”
“At least we have some ground on that.” Jongin comments. “He did stalk Yixing for, like, thirty years.”
“It was twenty-five!” Yifan protests. They all laugh and he just huffs.
There are several other things they should be doing, like running for their lives or finding a new place to hide, but maybe they’re allowed a few minutes before dealing with this apocalypse thing again.
A/N: if you wanna vomit all over me bc this is too ridiculous, you can do that on twitter, come.