#503: Unexpected
Prompt: #503
Title: Unexpected
Pairing: Chen/D.O.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 3,550
Summary: He smells good today.
Author's note: Dear recipient, I formally apologize for lack of…quality (and quantity too). This is first time writing about vampires. I altered the traditional vampire dynamic so it could fit in with the modern world; so, yes, Kyungsoo doesn’t seem very vampire-y. I also apologize for anyone who decides to read this. And to P, I love you for having to deal with my stubborn ass. You’re great.
“Oh my God!” Jongdae squawks and covers his eyes. “Chanyeol, stop! Ew, ew, ew!”
Jongdae knows it sucks to facetime with Chanyeol. His giant clumsy ass is always dropping his phone everywhere, always having to make Jongdae deal with the sudden shakes and thumps.
This time, however, much to Jongdae’s dismay, Chanyeol decides to take the phone with him to the bathroom. They’re studying together for the microeconomics exam they have the next morning, and he claims it’s more efficient because he’d probably be gone for another fifteen-to-twenty minutes. Jongdae finds it weird that he poops for so long.
Yeah, Jongdae expected Chanyeol to drop his phone sooner or later, but what he didn’t expect was for the phone to land on his dick. It’s only for a brief moment, but it’s long enough for the scene to replay itself in Jongdae’s mind.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Jongdae hears Chanyeol say, though it sounds muffled. There a little bit more clattering before Chanyeol says, “Okay, you can, um, look now.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Jongdae hisses. “I didn’t signed up to see your dick at 12am in the morning, fuck you.”
As they begin their usual squabble, the door clicks open, but Jongdae doesn’t even notice. He only notices when he hears a familiar sigh, to which he immediately turns around.
“Hey, Kyungsoo.”
“It’s late, Jongdae,” Kyungsoo says. “You shouldn’t be so loud, you’ll wake the other people.”
“But Chanyeol flashed!” Jongdae defends. Kyungsoo briefly hears Chanyeol’s far-away voice before Jongdae dismisses it and asks, “Are you going to sleep? I’ll go to the lounge because we’ll probably have to stay up all night cramming everything in.”
It’s not like I sleep, anyway, Kyungsoo thinks. Just stay here. But he ends up uttering an “okay” because he decides it’ll be a good opportunity to keep his blood-thirst at bay. Yes, he’s a little bloodthirsty for his roommate. Just a little.
“Does the South dorm usually allow you go to the lounge past midnight?” Chanyeol asks.
“I don’t know, but no one says anything, so.” Jongdae opens his textbook. “Okay…what does the Law of Demand state?”
“Um…” Chanyeol says, as he digs through his mind. “That as prices increase on goods, consumer demand for said goods will decrease,” he answers, his voice lilting a little at the end. “Does Kyungsoo usually come back to the dorm that late?”
“Usually? Yeah, I would say that he comes home pretty late most of the time. I’m not sure what he does, though. Now describe the income effect.”
“It’s, like, when a buyer sees an increase in the price of a good or goods, they feel poorer and that lowers the quantity demanded.”
Jongdae nods. “Don’t forget to mention that the buyer’s income hasn’t changed; it just makes them feel that way.”
They continue studying for the rest of the night, occasionally yelling or arguing with each other about who is correct. Oh, and occasionally mentioning Kyungsoo.
-
“Are you going to get groceries?” Jongdae asks when he sees that Kyungsoo is about to leave the room.
Kyungsoo nods. “Yeah.”
“I’ll come with you. Just let me find my socks.”
“Just tell me what you need,” Kyungsoo offers. “I can go myself.”
“I know you can, but you won’t.”
“Jongdae, I can-” Kyungsoo tries again.
“Quit kidding yourself,” Jongdae interrupts. “You need a strong person to help to carry all those bags.”
Kyungsoo scoffs. Probably not going to be much help with all your whining. “Fine, but we’re not getting any more grapes.” They still have way too many in the fridge; any more and there would no space left. They didn’t even have a lot of space to begin with, as their fridge is only a mini fridge.
“Okay, let’s go,” Jongdae declares, grabbing his hoodie and walking past Kyungsoo.
He smells good today.
“Which flavor do you want?” Jongdae asks, as he picks up a six-pack of strawberry flavored yogurt. “How about this?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “We had strawberry last week.”
“But strawberry is the only edible flavor,” Jongdae whines.
“Let’s try the raspberry,” Kyungsoo suggests.
Jongdae pouts and stares at the yogurt. “Okay, fine. Wait, is raspberry a new flavor?”
“I think so.”
Jongdae hums and places it in the cart. “Is that it?”
Kyungsoo nods.
As Kyungsoo had predicted, heavy grocery bags equals a whiny Jongdae. However, he doesn’t really have a problem with it because they’ve been rooming together for almost a year and he’s grown used to it. Or rather, Kyungsoo doesn’t even notice anymore because the smell of Jongdae - or no, his blood - is so overpoweringly sweet, it just clouds all of his senses.
“Kyungsoo, my hand hurts,” Jongdae grumbles. “Can we walk a little faster, please?”
-
Jongdae doesn’t know how to cook. Kyungsoo had to learn that the hard way. When they first met each other, they both agreed to not order take-out food, or eat out at all, unless it was utterly, unconditionally necessary. Their first meal consisted of burnt noodles and knife wounds.
And yet.
“Kyungsoo, come try the soup.”
Kyungsoo quickly finishes dicing up the carrot set out and walks over to where Jongdae is busily stirring the soup. He can’t help but inhale a little too deeply and the same sweet scent of Jongdae is back. Jongdae uses the ladle to scoop out the tiniest bit of soup and blows on it before holding it out for Kyungsoo to try.
Kyungsoo probably shouldn’t have let Jongdae make the soup. In fact, he shouldn’t have let Jongdae cook at all. But Kyungsoo doesn’t know how he’ll go about telling him.
“Too salty,” Kyungsoo chokes out and bolts to the fridge for a bottle of water.
“It can’t be that salty,” Jongdae says, offended. He takes a sip. “It tastes good! It isn’t even salty at all.” Another sip. “Shit, it tastes amazing.”
Kyungsoo shakes his head and gulps down another swig of water before ordering Jongdae to just check the rice.
Jongdae pouts and reluctantly walks to the rice pot. “I bet your rice doesn’t taste all that good either,” he mutters.
“You can set the rice out,” Kyungsoo says as he pours a generous amount of water into the soup to dilute it.
“What should I do next?”
“I could finish the rest.”
“Hey, do you want to watch a movie tonight? My friend gave some new horror movie he found online,” Jongdae suggests suddenly. When Kyungsoo doesn’t answer, Jongdae waves his chopsticks in front of his roommate’s face. “Hello? Earth to Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo looks up.
“My friend lent me a movie, do you want to watch it tonight?”
The only problem is, Kyungsoo thinks, is that the couch - more like a loveseat - is too small. Kyungsoo would probably launch himself on Jongdae before the movie even started.
“No, I have something to do later,” Kyungsoo lies.
Jongdae nods, a little disappointed, but shrugs it off. Kyungsoo has his own life. “Okay. I think I’m going to invite Chanyeol over, so don’t be surprised if you see him sleeping on the couch - or the floor, actually - when you get back.”
“Chanyeol. Chanyeol. Chanyeol.” He never listens. “I said the popcorn was on top of the microwave.”
“Where- Oh, wait, it’s right here.” Chanyeol pops it into the microwave and presses the popcorn preset. “Is Kyungsoo out again?”
“Yup,” Jongdae replies, inserting the disc into the movie player, “but he didn’t say what he what he was up to - not like he ever does.”
“Aren’t roommates supposed to be, like, close?”
“I guess,” Jongdae replies simply.
“And don’t, like, you know, like him.”
“Can you just shut up for a moment while I get this thing to work?”
The microwave beeps and Chanyeol excitedly pushes the door open button. “Ow, shit!” he curses when he makes a grab for the popcorn bag; it nearly drops on the floor.
“Nice going, idiot,” Jongdae remarks. “There’s a bowl on the counter.”
“Why do you take up some much space?” Jongdae mutters when Chanyeol tries to make himself comfortable on the couch.
“At least my tall ass is smarter than you,” Chanyeol says and grabs a handful of popcorn. “Are you ever going to make a move on Kyungsoo?”
“Can you please not talk about for one second?”
“But-”
“Just shut up so we can watch the movie.”
Kyungsoo groans into the cushion in front of him. Having lied to Jongdae earlier saying that he had something to do, Kyungsoo decided to just go over to Yixing’s house. He might as well let out his frustrations while he’s there because it’s not very often Yixing is home, so this time he’s lucky. And Yixing is the only person who knows of his problems is because he’s also a vampire. Kyungsoo just unconsciously - or consciously - trusts him with his secrets.
“Here,” Yixing offers, holding out a mug of tea. “So, how are you feeling?”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. “Why are you talking to me like I’m in counseling session?”
“You just looked frustrated.” Yixing shrugs. “Are you here to talk about Joondae?”
“Jongdae,” Kyungsoo corrects. He stares at the steaming cup of tea in his hands. “Just…how did you tell Junmyeon you’re a…”
“Oh?” Yixing smirks, amused. “Are you finally going to make a move on him?”
“I’m not going to make a move on him,” Kyungsoo retorts. “I don’t even like him…maybe. Jongdae is just exceptionally cute. And he’s my roommate. I have to reveal it to him sooner or later.”
“Yeah, sure,” Yixing says sarcastically. “You’re completely in love with him. I remember exactly what happened when I told Junmyeonnie. It was magical. I said, ‘you smell delicious today. Do you think I can have a taste?’ and he was all onboard.”
Kyungsoo looks at him in distaste. “But how did you tell him?”
“Oh, yeah. I think I remember mentioning it in the middle of our...” Yixing pauses, trying to find the correct word. “…lovemaking. He said, and I quote, ‘that’s hot,’ so naturally, everything worked out.”
“And to think I could seek you out for advice.”
“You can, and you are. I’m giving you advice right now.”
“Good advice.”
-
When Jongdae wakes up the next morning, he instinctively looks to the other side of the room where Kyungsoo’s bed is. He’s not there. It doesn’t register in his mind until a few minutes later, but once it hits him, Jongdae grabs his phone and texts his roommate.
Last night, Chanyeol decided to sleep on the floor, with a blanket Jongdae pulled out of the closet, because the couch was too small. Jongdae laughs, because being as tall as Chanyeol is probably the biggest struggle.
“Yo, Park,” Jongdae says, his voice scratchy from sleep. When Chanyeol remains motionless, Jongdae kicks him, but not hard enough for it to actually hurt. “Chanyeol, wake up. It’s morning.”
“Give me five more minutes,” Chanyeol mumbles and rolls himself over onto his back. He spreads his limbs out like a starfish and begins to snore.
I have no time for this, Jongdae thinks. He ambles his way around Chanyeol’s body toward the couch, not caring when he accidentally steps on the other’s foot. Jongdae lets a laugh spill from his lips when he takes a cushion and pelts it at Chanyeol’s face.
“Ah!- jjrrghhff,” Chanyeol blubbers and launches himself onto his feet. “Jongdae, run! We’re being under atta- The fuck?”
Jongdae continues cackling his ass off for another two minutes before finally collapsing down onto the couch to try to catch his breath.
“Haha,” Chanyeol laughs in mock amusement. “Is this your sick way of getting someone to wake up?”
“Calm down,” Jongdae breathes out. “Oh man, I can’t breathe. People do this all the time, throwing pillows and stuff.”
“But I could have died,” Chanyeol exaggerates, grabbing a cushion and attempting to hit Jongdae with it. Jongdae nearly dodges it and sticks out his tongue playfully.
Before Kyungsoo even opens the door, he knows Chanyeol and Jongdae are doing something stupid because of their loud yells and shrieks. He expects them to be arguing about something or playing a game; he doesn’t expect a flying pillow to the face.
When he opens his eyes, after shutting them from the impact of the pillow, he notices that all of the cushions from their couch are on the floor. It looks like a tornado swept through the room.
“Hey, Kyungsoo,” Jongdae greets nervously.
“What-”
“I texted you,” Jongdae interrupts, trying to change the topic.
“Um, yeah. I was at Yi- I was over at my friend’s house,” Kyungsoo says, as a way of explanation. By this time, Chanyeol and Jongdae are already putting the cushions back.
“Did you eat yet?” Jongdae asks.
“No, not yet.”
“Jongdae and I are going down to the cafeteria,” Chanyeol offers.
“I’m not hungry,” Kyungsoo replies, and helps them fold the blanket back up. Technically, he is hungry - just not for human food.
When Jongdae and Chanyeol leave, Kyungsoo flops himself down onto the bed and breathes out. Being so close, yet so far from Jongdae is getting more difficult by the day. “You should really do something about it,” Yixing had told him last night. Yeah right, Kyungsoo thinks. It’s not as easy as you think.
“Buy me coffee,” Jongdae blurts.
“What? No. Why should I?”
Jongdae shrugs. “Because I deserve it? Obviously.”
“No.”
“You ate all my popcorn yesterday.”
“Nope.”
“I’ll tell Minseok you like-”
Chanyeol clamps his hand over Jongdae’s mouth. “Fine!”
“Thanks,” Jongdae says, his voice muffled.
“You’re a dick.”
After getting some coffee, they both quickly pick something up from the salad bar and head to a table to eat before Chanyeol gets a text and says he really has to go. Jongdae waves him off nonchalantly and decides to eat his food in the dorm. Kyungsoo said he wasn’t hungry, but he really probably is.
“Want some salad?” Jongdae asks as he walks back into the dorm.
Kyungsoo looks up from his phone, a little surprised at Jongdae back so early. “Where’s Chanyeol?”
Jongdae shrugs. “He said he had to go somewhere. So, you want some?”
“I’m not hungry,” Kyungsoo replies and goes back to his phone.
Jongdae walks over to the counter and uncaps the lid of the box. He grabs two forks and a small plate. “Kyungsoo, come here, tell me how much you want.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Yes, you are,” Jongdae insists.
Kyungsoo sighs and pushes himself off his bed. He plods over to the kitchen and is immediately enveloped a sweet, tantalizing aroma. Was Jongdae’s scent always this strong?
“You smell delicious,” he blurts. Shit.
Jongdae freezes. “What?”
Kyungsoo doesn’t answer, doesn’t have the will to.
“What?” Jongdae repeats after a while.
No turning back now. “I like you.”
“What?”
“Do you-” Kyungsoo clears his throat. “Do you think I can have a taste?”
Suddenly, it feels like he’s floating in mid-air, like the floor has just completely vanished.
Jongdae stares at Kyungsoo. “You- what?”
“I like you,” Kyungsoo reiterates, stronger this time.
Swiftly, in a matter of seconds, Kyungsoo presses his lips against Jongdae’s. Maybe this was secretly what he was wishing for. Not to actually eat Jongdae. However, he can’t deny that Jongdae still smells delicious, and he wouldn’t mind if he did have a taste one day. But for now, this is all Kyungsoo can wish for.
It catches Kyungsoo a little off guard when he pulls back and sees Jongdae lean in for more. Time is so irrelevant at the moment, they almost forget it barely ten o’clock in morning. Fuck it, Kyungsoo thinks, this is it. There are no words exchanged between them, but there doesn’t have to be. Their actions - feverish kisses and roaming hands - already say enough.
Soon, Jongdae resentfully breaks the kiss and pulls Kyungsoo to his bed. Gently, he pushes Kyungsoo on the bed and murmurs a “wait here,” the first words spoken between them after such a dramatic scene. Quickly, Jongdae strides over to his desk to rummage through the bottom-most drawer. It’s not long before Jongdae shoots back up with a few things in hand.
Does he usually keep lube and condoms in his desk?
When Jongdae gets back, he tosses the items onto the bed. He puts on a show of taking off his shirt, followed by his jeans and boxers afterwards. Kyungsoo watches every movement, every shift of Jongdae’s muscles, as he strips himself to nothing. Everything is happening so quickly, it’s unreal. Kyungsoo takes the time to appreciate Jongdae’s body, noticing that Jongdae is already half hard. That stirs up enough emotions inside of him to peel off his clothes too.
Yixing was right.
Just as Kyungsoo is about to kick off his pants, Jongdae clambers onto his lap and links his arms around his neck. They meet again in a battle of tongues and lips, their breaths almost running out. Jongdae slowly begins rutting against the other, trying to get some needed friction. After a while, he removes his arms from around Kyungsoo’s neck and places his hands softly on his chest to push him on his back.
Jongdae looks around the bed for the lube he grabbed earlier and coats two of his fingers. Kyungsoo watches with cloudy eyes as Jongdae reaches behind him and lets out a broken moan. He can’t see what the other is actually doing, but he definitely knows that Jongdae is prepping himself.
Jongdae smirks down at Kyungsoo. “Like it?”
“Mm,” Kyungsoo croons, skating his hands up Jongdae’s tapered waist.
“Condom,” Jongdae moans out.
Kyungsoo’s hands wander around the sheets, trying to find the small aluminum packet. It doesn’t take long and when he has it in his hands, he tears it open easily. When Kyungsoo finishes rolling the condom on, Jongdae stops fingering himself and scoots down a little until he feels the other’s erection between his cheeks. Jongdae puts on a seductive grin, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking it clean. Kyungsoo moans at the sight.
Jongdae lines himself with Kyungsoo’s erection, breathing in and out slowly. He slides down slowly, unhurriedly, but still does the best he can. Kyungsoo doesn’t mind, as he doesn’t want Jongdae to hurt himself.
Eventually, Kyungsoo is fully inside and they both try to catch their breaths. Jongdae leans down for another kiss and allows himself to adjust. It’s not long before Jongdae pulls away and brings himself up slowly. Only the tip of Kyungsoo’s erection is in now, and Jongdae let’s gravity pull him down. He moves carefully, trying to keep himself upright and their skin slaps lazily against each other when Kyungsoo meets him halfway. The momentum they keep is moderate, without wanting to rush anything. Moans slip from their lips openly in unison, both trying to find their high.
“Touch me,” Jongdae breathes out when he feels himself getting close.
Kyungsoo complies easily, letting his hand wrap around Jongdae’s erection. When he starts moving his hand, Jongdae throws his head back, a whine spilling from his lips. Kyungsoo continues and it’s not long before Jongdae spills his semen all over his stomach. Jongdae’s body falls limply against the other, and Kyungsoo takes the initiative to rut up into him until he climaxes as well.
They lay there for a while, trying to catch their breath. And when their breathing returns back to normal, Kyungsoo pulls out and tugs the dirty condom off. He ties it and tosses it somewhere - he doesn’t care where. They’re bound to clean the room up later, anyway. For now, they both know that they’re going to take a well-deserved nap.
Jongdae is the first to wake up three hours later. He squints and blinks, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. Sooner or later, when Jongdae’s vision is not blurry or hazy, his eyes move to Kyungsoo’s sleeping face. He smiles mischievously, taking his hand to Kyungsoo’s nose and pinching it. Jongdae giggles in delight when the other wakes up with a startle.
“Jongdae,” Kyungsoo sighs, almost a warning. But then he notices that they’re both naked in the same bed and he tenses in realization.
“Good afternoon,” Jongdae greets cheekily, rolling himself onto his stomach. “I think we can both agree that morning sex is the best.”
Kyungsoo relaxes a little. “Yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat.”
“You know,” Jongdae points out, “I don’t usually fuck someone on the first date.”
“And I don’t usually date someone as loud as you.”
“So this really is a date?”
Kyungsoo thinks. “Yeah, why not? It’s not like we can un-see each other’s dicks, so.”
Jongdae smiles. “I like you, too. Liked you for a long time, actually,” he confesses.
“Huh?” is Kyungsoo’s intelligent reply.
“You heard me.” Jongdae pecks Kyungsoo on the lips. “And to think, I thought you hated me or something.”
“Oh…” Kyungsoo should really tell him soon.
“By the way, you don’t have some weird food kink, do you?”
“What?”
“Well, earlier you said I smelled delicious, then you said you wanted to eat me so…”
Better now than later. “Jongdae, I have something to tell you.”
“Yes?”
“I’m-” Kyungsoo breathes in, lets his fangs come in. “I’m a vampire.”
A slow, surprised smile plays on Jongdae’s face.
Title: Unexpected
Pairing: Chen/D.O.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 3,550
Summary: He smells good today.
Author's note: Dear recipient, I formally apologize for lack of…quality (and quantity too). This is first time writing about vampires. I altered the traditional vampire dynamic so it could fit in with the modern world; so, yes, Kyungsoo doesn’t seem very vampire-y. I also apologize for anyone who decides to read this. And to P, I love you for having to deal with my stubborn ass. You’re great.
“Oh my God!” Jongdae squawks and covers his eyes. “Chanyeol, stop! Ew, ew, ew!”
Jongdae knows it sucks to facetime with Chanyeol. His giant clumsy ass is always dropping his phone everywhere, always having to make Jongdae deal with the sudden shakes and thumps.
This time, however, much to Jongdae’s dismay, Chanyeol decides to take the phone with him to the bathroom. They’re studying together for the microeconomics exam they have the next morning, and he claims it’s more efficient because he’d probably be gone for another fifteen-to-twenty minutes. Jongdae finds it weird that he poops for so long.
Yeah, Jongdae expected Chanyeol to drop his phone sooner or later, but what he didn’t expect was for the phone to land on his dick. It’s only for a brief moment, but it’s long enough for the scene to replay itself in Jongdae’s mind.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Jongdae hears Chanyeol say, though it sounds muffled. There a little bit more clattering before Chanyeol says, “Okay, you can, um, look now.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Jongdae hisses. “I didn’t signed up to see your dick at 12am in the morning, fuck you.”
As they begin their usual squabble, the door clicks open, but Jongdae doesn’t even notice. He only notices when he hears a familiar sigh, to which he immediately turns around.
“Hey, Kyungsoo.”
“It’s late, Jongdae,” Kyungsoo says. “You shouldn’t be so loud, you’ll wake the other people.”
“But Chanyeol flashed!” Jongdae defends. Kyungsoo briefly hears Chanyeol’s far-away voice before Jongdae dismisses it and asks, “Are you going to sleep? I’ll go to the lounge because we’ll probably have to stay up all night cramming everything in.”
It’s not like I sleep, anyway, Kyungsoo thinks. Just stay here. But he ends up uttering an “okay” because he decides it’ll be a good opportunity to keep his blood-thirst at bay. Yes, he’s a little bloodthirsty for his roommate. Just a little.
“Does the South dorm usually allow you go to the lounge past midnight?” Chanyeol asks.
“I don’t know, but no one says anything, so.” Jongdae opens his textbook. “Okay…what does the Law of Demand state?”
“Um…” Chanyeol says, as he digs through his mind. “That as prices increase on goods, consumer demand for said goods will decrease,” he answers, his voice lilting a little at the end. “Does Kyungsoo usually come back to the dorm that late?”
“Usually? Yeah, I would say that he comes home pretty late most of the time. I’m not sure what he does, though. Now describe the income effect.”
“It’s, like, when a buyer sees an increase in the price of a good or goods, they feel poorer and that lowers the quantity demanded.”
Jongdae nods. “Don’t forget to mention that the buyer’s income hasn’t changed; it just makes them feel that way.”
They continue studying for the rest of the night, occasionally yelling or arguing with each other about who is correct. Oh, and occasionally mentioning Kyungsoo.
-
“Are you going to get groceries?” Jongdae asks when he sees that Kyungsoo is about to leave the room.
Kyungsoo nods. “Yeah.”
“I’ll come with you. Just let me find my socks.”
“Just tell me what you need,” Kyungsoo offers. “I can go myself.”
“I know you can, but you won’t.”
“Jongdae, I can-” Kyungsoo tries again.
“Quit kidding yourself,” Jongdae interrupts. “You need a strong person to help to carry all those bags.”
Kyungsoo scoffs. Probably not going to be much help with all your whining. “Fine, but we’re not getting any more grapes.” They still have way too many in the fridge; any more and there would no space left. They didn’t even have a lot of space to begin with, as their fridge is only a mini fridge.
“Okay, let’s go,” Jongdae declares, grabbing his hoodie and walking past Kyungsoo.
He smells good today.
“Which flavor do you want?” Jongdae asks, as he picks up a six-pack of strawberry flavored yogurt. “How about this?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “We had strawberry last week.”
“But strawberry is the only edible flavor,” Jongdae whines.
“Let’s try the raspberry,” Kyungsoo suggests.
Jongdae pouts and stares at the yogurt. “Okay, fine. Wait, is raspberry a new flavor?”
“I think so.”
Jongdae hums and places it in the cart. “Is that it?”
Kyungsoo nods.
As Kyungsoo had predicted, heavy grocery bags equals a whiny Jongdae. However, he doesn’t really have a problem with it because they’ve been rooming together for almost a year and he’s grown used to it. Or rather, Kyungsoo doesn’t even notice anymore because the smell of Jongdae - or no, his blood - is so overpoweringly sweet, it just clouds all of his senses.
“Kyungsoo, my hand hurts,” Jongdae grumbles. “Can we walk a little faster, please?”
-
Jongdae doesn’t know how to cook. Kyungsoo had to learn that the hard way. When they first met each other, they both agreed to not order take-out food, or eat out at all, unless it was utterly, unconditionally necessary. Their first meal consisted of burnt noodles and knife wounds.
And yet.
“Kyungsoo, come try the soup.”
Kyungsoo quickly finishes dicing up the carrot set out and walks over to where Jongdae is busily stirring the soup. He can’t help but inhale a little too deeply and the same sweet scent of Jongdae is back. Jongdae uses the ladle to scoop out the tiniest bit of soup and blows on it before holding it out for Kyungsoo to try.
Kyungsoo probably shouldn’t have let Jongdae make the soup. In fact, he shouldn’t have let Jongdae cook at all. But Kyungsoo doesn’t know how he’ll go about telling him.
“Too salty,” Kyungsoo chokes out and bolts to the fridge for a bottle of water.
“It can’t be that salty,” Jongdae says, offended. He takes a sip. “It tastes good! It isn’t even salty at all.” Another sip. “Shit, it tastes amazing.”
Kyungsoo shakes his head and gulps down another swig of water before ordering Jongdae to just check the rice.
Jongdae pouts and reluctantly walks to the rice pot. “I bet your rice doesn’t taste all that good either,” he mutters.
“You can set the rice out,” Kyungsoo says as he pours a generous amount of water into the soup to dilute it.
“What should I do next?”
“I could finish the rest.”
“Hey, do you want to watch a movie tonight? My friend gave some new horror movie he found online,” Jongdae suggests suddenly. When Kyungsoo doesn’t answer, Jongdae waves his chopsticks in front of his roommate’s face. “Hello? Earth to Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo looks up.
“My friend lent me a movie, do you want to watch it tonight?”
The only problem is, Kyungsoo thinks, is that the couch - more like a loveseat - is too small. Kyungsoo would probably launch himself on Jongdae before the movie even started.
“No, I have something to do later,” Kyungsoo lies.
Jongdae nods, a little disappointed, but shrugs it off. Kyungsoo has his own life. “Okay. I think I’m going to invite Chanyeol over, so don’t be surprised if you see him sleeping on the couch - or the floor, actually - when you get back.”
“Chanyeol. Chanyeol. Chanyeol.” He never listens. “I said the popcorn was on top of the microwave.”
“Where- Oh, wait, it’s right here.” Chanyeol pops it into the microwave and presses the popcorn preset. “Is Kyungsoo out again?”
“Yup,” Jongdae replies, inserting the disc into the movie player, “but he didn’t say what he what he was up to - not like he ever does.”
“Aren’t roommates supposed to be, like, close?”
“I guess,” Jongdae replies simply.
“And don’t, like, you know, like him.”
“Can you just shut up for a moment while I get this thing to work?”
The microwave beeps and Chanyeol excitedly pushes the door open button. “Ow, shit!” he curses when he makes a grab for the popcorn bag; it nearly drops on the floor.
“Nice going, idiot,” Jongdae remarks. “There’s a bowl on the counter.”
“Why do you take up some much space?” Jongdae mutters when Chanyeol tries to make himself comfortable on the couch.
“At least my tall ass is smarter than you,” Chanyeol says and grabs a handful of popcorn. “Are you ever going to make a move on Kyungsoo?”
“Can you please not talk about for one second?”
“But-”
“Just shut up so we can watch the movie.”
Kyungsoo groans into the cushion in front of him. Having lied to Jongdae earlier saying that he had something to do, Kyungsoo decided to just go over to Yixing’s house. He might as well let out his frustrations while he’s there because it’s not very often Yixing is home, so this time he’s lucky. And Yixing is the only person who knows of his problems is because he’s also a vampire. Kyungsoo just unconsciously - or consciously - trusts him with his secrets.
“Here,” Yixing offers, holding out a mug of tea. “So, how are you feeling?”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. “Why are you talking to me like I’m in counseling session?”
“You just looked frustrated.” Yixing shrugs. “Are you here to talk about Joondae?”
“Jongdae,” Kyungsoo corrects. He stares at the steaming cup of tea in his hands. “Just…how did you tell Junmyeon you’re a…”
“Oh?” Yixing smirks, amused. “Are you finally going to make a move on him?”
“I’m not going to make a move on him,” Kyungsoo retorts. “I don’t even like him…maybe. Jongdae is just exceptionally cute. And he’s my roommate. I have to reveal it to him sooner or later.”
“Yeah, sure,” Yixing says sarcastically. “You’re completely in love with him. I remember exactly what happened when I told Junmyeonnie. It was magical. I said, ‘you smell delicious today. Do you think I can have a taste?’ and he was all onboard.”
Kyungsoo looks at him in distaste. “But how did you tell him?”
“Oh, yeah. I think I remember mentioning it in the middle of our...” Yixing pauses, trying to find the correct word. “…lovemaking. He said, and I quote, ‘that’s hot,’ so naturally, everything worked out.”
“And to think I could seek you out for advice.”
“You can, and you are. I’m giving you advice right now.”
“Good advice.”
-
When Jongdae wakes up the next morning, he instinctively looks to the other side of the room where Kyungsoo’s bed is. He’s not there. It doesn’t register in his mind until a few minutes later, but once it hits him, Jongdae grabs his phone and texts his roommate.
Last night, Chanyeol decided to sleep on the floor, with a blanket Jongdae pulled out of the closet, because the couch was too small. Jongdae laughs, because being as tall as Chanyeol is probably the biggest struggle.
“Yo, Park,” Jongdae says, his voice scratchy from sleep. When Chanyeol remains motionless, Jongdae kicks him, but not hard enough for it to actually hurt. “Chanyeol, wake up. It’s morning.”
“Give me five more minutes,” Chanyeol mumbles and rolls himself over onto his back. He spreads his limbs out like a starfish and begins to snore.
I have no time for this, Jongdae thinks. He ambles his way around Chanyeol’s body toward the couch, not caring when he accidentally steps on the other’s foot. Jongdae lets a laugh spill from his lips when he takes a cushion and pelts it at Chanyeol’s face.
“Ah!- jjrrghhff,” Chanyeol blubbers and launches himself onto his feet. “Jongdae, run! We’re being under atta- The fuck?”
Jongdae continues cackling his ass off for another two minutes before finally collapsing down onto the couch to try to catch his breath.
“Haha,” Chanyeol laughs in mock amusement. “Is this your sick way of getting someone to wake up?”
“Calm down,” Jongdae breathes out. “Oh man, I can’t breathe. People do this all the time, throwing pillows and stuff.”
“But I could have died,” Chanyeol exaggerates, grabbing a cushion and attempting to hit Jongdae with it. Jongdae nearly dodges it and sticks out his tongue playfully.
Before Kyungsoo even opens the door, he knows Chanyeol and Jongdae are doing something stupid because of their loud yells and shrieks. He expects them to be arguing about something or playing a game; he doesn’t expect a flying pillow to the face.
When he opens his eyes, after shutting them from the impact of the pillow, he notices that all of the cushions from their couch are on the floor. It looks like a tornado swept through the room.
“Hey, Kyungsoo,” Jongdae greets nervously.
“What-”
“I texted you,” Jongdae interrupts, trying to change the topic.
“Um, yeah. I was at Yi- I was over at my friend’s house,” Kyungsoo says, as a way of explanation. By this time, Chanyeol and Jongdae are already putting the cushions back.
“Did you eat yet?” Jongdae asks.
“No, not yet.”
“Jongdae and I are going down to the cafeteria,” Chanyeol offers.
“I’m not hungry,” Kyungsoo replies, and helps them fold the blanket back up. Technically, he is hungry - just not for human food.
When Jongdae and Chanyeol leave, Kyungsoo flops himself down onto the bed and breathes out. Being so close, yet so far from Jongdae is getting more difficult by the day. “You should really do something about it,” Yixing had told him last night. Yeah right, Kyungsoo thinks. It’s not as easy as you think.
“Buy me coffee,” Jongdae blurts.
“What? No. Why should I?”
Jongdae shrugs. “Because I deserve it? Obviously.”
“No.”
“You ate all my popcorn yesterday.”
“Nope.”
“I’ll tell Minseok you like-”
Chanyeol clamps his hand over Jongdae’s mouth. “Fine!”
“Thanks,” Jongdae says, his voice muffled.
“You’re a dick.”
After getting some coffee, they both quickly pick something up from the salad bar and head to a table to eat before Chanyeol gets a text and says he really has to go. Jongdae waves him off nonchalantly and decides to eat his food in the dorm. Kyungsoo said he wasn’t hungry, but he really probably is.
“Want some salad?” Jongdae asks as he walks back into the dorm.
Kyungsoo looks up from his phone, a little surprised at Jongdae back so early. “Where’s Chanyeol?”
Jongdae shrugs. “He said he had to go somewhere. So, you want some?”
“I’m not hungry,” Kyungsoo replies and goes back to his phone.
Jongdae walks over to the counter and uncaps the lid of the box. He grabs two forks and a small plate. “Kyungsoo, come here, tell me how much you want.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Yes, you are,” Jongdae insists.
Kyungsoo sighs and pushes himself off his bed. He plods over to the kitchen and is immediately enveloped a sweet, tantalizing aroma. Was Jongdae’s scent always this strong?
“You smell delicious,” he blurts. Shit.
Jongdae freezes. “What?”
Kyungsoo doesn’t answer, doesn’t have the will to.
“What?” Jongdae repeats after a while.
No turning back now. “I like you.”
“What?”
“Do you-” Kyungsoo clears his throat. “Do you think I can have a taste?”
Suddenly, it feels like he’s floating in mid-air, like the floor has just completely vanished.
Jongdae stares at Kyungsoo. “You- what?”
“I like you,” Kyungsoo reiterates, stronger this time.
Swiftly, in a matter of seconds, Kyungsoo presses his lips against Jongdae’s. Maybe this was secretly what he was wishing for. Not to actually eat Jongdae. However, he can’t deny that Jongdae still smells delicious, and he wouldn’t mind if he did have a taste one day. But for now, this is all Kyungsoo can wish for.
It catches Kyungsoo a little off guard when he pulls back and sees Jongdae lean in for more. Time is so irrelevant at the moment, they almost forget it barely ten o’clock in morning. Fuck it, Kyungsoo thinks, this is it. There are no words exchanged between them, but there doesn’t have to be. Their actions - feverish kisses and roaming hands - already say enough.
Soon, Jongdae resentfully breaks the kiss and pulls Kyungsoo to his bed. Gently, he pushes Kyungsoo on the bed and murmurs a “wait here,” the first words spoken between them after such a dramatic scene. Quickly, Jongdae strides over to his desk to rummage through the bottom-most drawer. It’s not long before Jongdae shoots back up with a few things in hand.
Does he usually keep lube and condoms in his desk?
When Jongdae gets back, he tosses the items onto the bed. He puts on a show of taking off his shirt, followed by his jeans and boxers afterwards. Kyungsoo watches every movement, every shift of Jongdae’s muscles, as he strips himself to nothing. Everything is happening so quickly, it’s unreal. Kyungsoo takes the time to appreciate Jongdae’s body, noticing that Jongdae is already half hard. That stirs up enough emotions inside of him to peel off his clothes too.
Yixing was right.
Just as Kyungsoo is about to kick off his pants, Jongdae clambers onto his lap and links his arms around his neck. They meet again in a battle of tongues and lips, their breaths almost running out. Jongdae slowly begins rutting against the other, trying to get some needed friction. After a while, he removes his arms from around Kyungsoo’s neck and places his hands softly on his chest to push him on his back.
Jongdae looks around the bed for the lube he grabbed earlier and coats two of his fingers. Kyungsoo watches with cloudy eyes as Jongdae reaches behind him and lets out a broken moan. He can’t see what the other is actually doing, but he definitely knows that Jongdae is prepping himself.
Jongdae smirks down at Kyungsoo. “Like it?”
“Mm,” Kyungsoo croons, skating his hands up Jongdae’s tapered waist.
“Condom,” Jongdae moans out.
Kyungsoo’s hands wander around the sheets, trying to find the small aluminum packet. It doesn’t take long and when he has it in his hands, he tears it open easily. When Kyungsoo finishes rolling the condom on, Jongdae stops fingering himself and scoots down a little until he feels the other’s erection between his cheeks. Jongdae puts on a seductive grin, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking it clean. Kyungsoo moans at the sight.
Jongdae lines himself with Kyungsoo’s erection, breathing in and out slowly. He slides down slowly, unhurriedly, but still does the best he can. Kyungsoo doesn’t mind, as he doesn’t want Jongdae to hurt himself.
Eventually, Kyungsoo is fully inside and they both try to catch their breaths. Jongdae leans down for another kiss and allows himself to adjust. It’s not long before Jongdae pulls away and brings himself up slowly. Only the tip of Kyungsoo’s erection is in now, and Jongdae let’s gravity pull him down. He moves carefully, trying to keep himself upright and their skin slaps lazily against each other when Kyungsoo meets him halfway. The momentum they keep is moderate, without wanting to rush anything. Moans slip from their lips openly in unison, both trying to find their high.
“Touch me,” Jongdae breathes out when he feels himself getting close.
Kyungsoo complies easily, letting his hand wrap around Jongdae’s erection. When he starts moving his hand, Jongdae throws his head back, a whine spilling from his lips. Kyungsoo continues and it’s not long before Jongdae spills his semen all over his stomach. Jongdae’s body falls limply against the other, and Kyungsoo takes the initiative to rut up into him until he climaxes as well.
They lay there for a while, trying to catch their breath. And when their breathing returns back to normal, Kyungsoo pulls out and tugs the dirty condom off. He ties it and tosses it somewhere - he doesn’t care where. They’re bound to clean the room up later, anyway. For now, they both know that they’re going to take a well-deserved nap.
Jongdae is the first to wake up three hours later. He squints and blinks, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. Sooner or later, when Jongdae’s vision is not blurry or hazy, his eyes move to Kyungsoo’s sleeping face. He smiles mischievously, taking his hand to Kyungsoo’s nose and pinching it. Jongdae giggles in delight when the other wakes up with a startle.
“Jongdae,” Kyungsoo sighs, almost a warning. But then he notices that they’re both naked in the same bed and he tenses in realization.
“Good afternoon,” Jongdae greets cheekily, rolling himself onto his stomach. “I think we can both agree that morning sex is the best.”
Kyungsoo relaxes a little. “Yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat.”
“You know,” Jongdae points out, “I don’t usually fuck someone on the first date.”
“And I don’t usually date someone as loud as you.”
“So this really is a date?”
Kyungsoo thinks. “Yeah, why not? It’s not like we can un-see each other’s dicks, so.”
Jongdae smiles. “I like you, too. Liked you for a long time, actually,” he confesses.
“Huh?” is Kyungsoo’s intelligent reply.
“You heard me.” Jongdae pecks Kyungsoo on the lips. “And to think, I thought you hated me or something.”
“Oh…” Kyungsoo should really tell him soon.
“By the way, you don’t have some weird food kink, do you?”
“What?”
“Well, earlier you said I smelled delicious, then you said you wanted to eat me so…”
Better now than later. “Jongdae, I have something to tell you.”
“Yes?”
“I’m-” Kyungsoo breathes in, lets his fangs come in. “I’m a vampire.”
A slow, surprised smile plays on Jongdae’s face.