prompt #3. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”
description. because nothing is scarier than a captain fighting for the love of his life.
pairing. bang chan x reader
genre. romance, adventure, pirate au
word count. 2.3k
author’s note. decided that the world needed more pirate chan, so i delivered. enjoy pirate chan and his crew ;) this is definitely hinting at a skz pirate au hhhhh
warning. blood and gore. just pirate things
When Jeongin accidentally ate the last of their food rations, Chan didn’t get mad. He only expressed his disappointment in the youngest member of the crew before telling Jisung to steer the ship towards the nearest port to restock; they had a little extra cash from their previous raid to spend anyway.
When Minho drunkenly spilled about their next target in a bar filled to the brim with treasure-seeking pirates like himself, Chan didn’t get mad. He only sighed, quietly making his way back to the map he had built with Jisung, the crew’s navigator, to mark a big red ‘X’ over what once was their target. Jisung then proceeded to give Minho a piece of his mind when the latter arrived back to the ship, burdened with a terrible migraine, an angry Jisung, and a disappointed captain.
Chan still didn’t get mad when Changbin, in a fit of rage over an apparent spew over the captain’s ability to direct his crew, sliced off the arms of one of their allies, effectively initiating a war between the crews. It ended in terrible bloodshed; multiple casualties on both ends and a few of Chan’s key crew members badly injured with a frantic Woojin pacing back and forth between patients. They had to replace many of the planks in the ship, for they had been stained with far too much blood to simply wash out; it left them stranded on land for days and drained of gold for weeks until they could pinpoint their next raid for money. And yet, he only expressed gratitude towards Changbin, his first mate, mainly because the other crew was pretty shitty anyway and he’s been waiting all this time for a reason to cut off their allyship.
But when he sees you, all bloodied, beaten, and tied up to the mast of their enemy’s ship like some sort of sick sacrifice—that’s what makes his blood boil.
His knuckles turn a sickly shade of white from gripping the handle of his sword too hard, and it makes Woojin glance at him rather worriedly, for the mind of the medic was never not worried about the well-being of his crew—especially that of his captain.
“What is it that you desire?” Chan yells, and it makes the rest of his crew flinch because none of them were used to this kind of Chan; the kind of Chan who only appears when you, the love of his life, were in danger.
The opposing captain only grins—the sort of grin that sends shivers down one’s back because of the ferocity it holds, like you weren’t sure when they were going to pounce like an animal gone feral. He reaches up and tilts his cap back to reveal an even more ferocious look in his eyes, even in the glass one.
“Desire? What do I desire?” the opposing captain laughs, though empty of any humour. But then he stops abruptly, the silence that follows deafening before he slams his foot down, the look on his face suddenly contorting into that of a mad man. “Your ship. Give me that beaut’ of your’s,” he slurs, “and she,” he says, pointing to your unconscious form, your head leaning a little too far on one side to expose bruises that shouldn’t be there, “is all yours.”
The ship. Chan’s scowl only etches deeper into his face. His hands start to shake from rage. That’s what you were kidnapped and beaten and possibly—Chan doesn’t even want to think about what other unholy things they’ve done to you—all for what? His ship?
The ship that he inherited from his father? The ship that he and Changbin both sailed together by themselves to different landmasses, in search of the crew they stand together in front of today? The same ship that Hyunjin and Seungmin snuck into one night, seeking shelter and accidently got adopted by a whole crew of pirates instead?
The same ship that brought him to you and your brother Felix, where you were huddled in a corner with tears streaming down your face as Felix bravely tried to fend off a band of bandits by himself with nothing but a dagger before Chan and the rest of the crew arrived by chance?
“Don’t do it,” Changbin whispers quietly from Chan’s left. He knows how important both the ship and you were to the captain. He wasn’t about to make his captain choose between one or the other; the ship held an incredible amount of sentimental value to Chan, Changbin, and the rest of the crew. And you were, well, Chan’s biggest source of happiness.
They were going to find a way around this. Changbin was sure of it.
But he doesn’t get a chance to elaborate further when Chan quietly says, “Have it.”
Even the opposing captain looks stunned out of his mind when Chan accepts the offer of taking you back in exchange for his ship. Changbin doesn’t even try to hide the bewildered look that crosses his face. Was Chan out of his mind? That ship was so, so important to both him and Chan! That ship was gifted to Chan by his father. It held so many memories; why was Chan so willing to give it all up for this piece of shit of a captain?
Oh, how Changbin wished you were conscious so you could slap Chan out of it.
Felix taps Changbin’s shoulder and Changbin is met with a “is he serious?” look from the younger male, which makes Changbin shrug in response.
“That’s it?” the opposing captain all but shrieks, and his voice makes you stir a little, your head bobbing a little before you slip back into dreamland once more. “No fight? No ‘arrrgh you piss me off’ moment?” the captain flails his arms around for show, effectively demonstrating his shock.
“Quit pissing me off and give her back,” Chan growls. Don’t misunderstand; he’s pissed all right. He’s pissed that this joke of a captain was making him choose between his beloved ship and the love of his life. He wants nothing more than to slice that man’s head off clean with his sword, but the only thing that holds him back is the thought of the blood of his enemy splattering all over you—the thought of that ever happening to you made him gag.
But at the end of the day, the ship can be replaced.
You, on the other hand, could not.
The opposing captain halts his arm-flailing and turns only his head in Chan’s direction before hissing, “Nah.” He slowly lowers his sword and brings it close to his face, making a show of moving it across and even licking the blade. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asks, finally lowering the blade after a long, excruciating moment. “I came to see you get your panties in a twist, and I refuse to leave before that happens.”
Then he swiftly picks his sword up and makes a move to plunge it into your chest which makes Chan’s entire crew yell in panic, but Felix is quick on his feet and makes a frantic leap for the opposing captain, throwing the dagger that was in his hand and praying to god that it’d hit true and do something to stop what looks to be the inevitable.
Chan himself lets out an entire battle cry, throwing his own sword only seconds after Felix.
It’s slow motion as it happens, both blades flying in the air towards the opposing captain as he’s in the middle of thrusting his sword forward to your chest.
The opposing captain’s sword strikes first, the blade meeting your body in a burst of pain that makes you wake from unconsciousness, mouth opening in a silent scream. But what everybody hears instead is the scream of the opposing captain instead, Felix’s dagger slicing into the skin of his hand clutching the sword, making him drop the blade before it could do further damage to you.
Chan’s sword strikes next, the momentum of his arm giving it enough power to pierce through the captain’s neck as well as the crewmate beside him. Both of their eyes roll back and they tumble to the ground without another sound.
Then it’s chaos.
The sound of swords unsheathing fill the air, cries of men and women alike close behind as the bloodbath between two crews begins. Blood begins to fly and the ship they stand on quickly becomes a jungle as Chan and his crew try their best to dodge the flying blades and fight back, desperately defending their captain as he draws a second sword to fight his way over to you, guarded by two members of the opposing crew.
All Chan sees is red.
He was so close to being tricked and losing not only his ship, but you as well. All he could focus on at this moment was the developing bloodstain at the centre of your chest, your hooded lids fluttering open and closed as you frantically tried to get a gather at your surroundings. Woojin stands close behind him, waiting for the perfect moment to hop in and grab you so he could treat your stab wound as best he could, given the circumstances. Changbin’s not too far off either, but he was far too occupied with beating the shit out of anyone who dared to come within a foot of Chan and Woojin—the rest of the main crew was no different.
Limbs fly as Chan desperately swings his blade through the air, swinging at whatever dared to cross his path. Fortunately, the rest of his own crew was smart enough to stay far away from Chan’s line of sight so they wouldn’t accidently get mutilated by their captain.
“Quickly!” Chan shouts at Woojin just as he slices the head of one of your guards clean off. Woojin nods and doesn’t hesitate to dash forward in the path Chan has successfully cleared to you. Minho is at Chan’s side within seconds, and the two furiously fight to defend the mast of the ship where Woojin frantically works to carve at the ropes that bind you to the mast.
“Woo...jin?” you murmur weakly, recognizing the familiar kind gaze and sweet smile of the crew’s medic in front of you as he cuts through your ropes.
“That’s me,” he says with a smile despite the carnage behind him. He does his best to block your vision by making you look down at his feet, but then a head rolls along and—well, it’s the life of a pirate anyway. “You’re safe now,” he lets out a quiet huff as he cuts through the last of the rope that binds you to the mast, and with the little strength you have left, you push off the mast and fall into Woojin’s arms.
Another pair of arms lift you from Woojin and you fight back temporarily until Seungmin’s voice soothes you quietly, saying, “Hey, hey! It’s just me, it’s just me.”
“Hold her like that,” Woojin tells Seungmin as he reaches in his back pocket, likely for some spare gauze he always keeps on his person. He makes quick work of your wound, tying the gauze across your chest tightly as a temporary fix until he can properly clean and fix up the injury.
“Where’s Chan?” you ask the boys. You’re dizzy, you’re tired, and all you wanted was to be in the safety of the captain’s arms. Too long have you suffered in the cell of the enemy crew’s ship, beaten when you refused to let them use your body to their desire.
“Fighting for you,” Seungmin says.
“Either you die here, or you walk the plank,” you hear Chan snap at one of the remaining enemy crew members. The scream that follows is deafening and indicates the desire of the pirate to fight to the end; the deafening silence that comes after makes everyone breathe out a sigh of relief.
At last, the fight is over.
Bodies litter the deck of the ship, and it makes Chan grateful that he didn’t bring the entirety of his crew over, for they would have suffered even more losses.
Oh, but seeing you alive and breathing, Chan is reminded of why he came with his best fighters and medics in the first place.
“Chan!” you weakly call out when you spot him making a run over to where you’re being held up by both Seungmin and Woojin, for you were far too weak at the moment to be standing on your own.
Chan chants your name over and over again when he finally reaches you, arms wrapping tightly around you as you cry out for him, desperate for his embrace because you were afraid you had forgotten what it was like after all your time in the cells.
“My love, my love,” Chan whispers. Seungmin and Woojin quietly step away from the precious reunion, turning their attention to the rest of the crew to help the injured across the wide plank that connects their ship to the now-crewless enemy ship. Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin all run across when they’re given the signal that the coast is clear, happy that all went well in the end.
“I-I couldn’t,” you start to say, but Chan hushes you, leaning forward to kiss you briefly.
“Tell me after we have you fixed up, love,” Chan says with a soft smile after he pulls away, his smile a stark contrast to his previously enraged self. He then proceeds to pick you up bridal-style, to which you gasp and clutch onto his neck in response.
“Am I too-”
“Shh,” Chan whispers, nuzzling his nose into yours. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”
You only nod in response, deciding to simply bury your face in the crook of Chan’s neck as he makes his way over to his ship, carefully stepping over the bodies that litter the deck as cheers erupt from the other side when the rest of the crew spot the captain making his way across with his beloved in his arms.
Because the captain’s beloved, was also the crew’s beloved.
just wanted to briefly update y'all and say i've been trying to write but am still struggling, as always 💔💔 but i've noticed there's been a lot more replies to some of my writings lately and i just 🥺🥺🥺🥺 tysm for leaving such heartwarming responses !!
to those that leave feedback: thank you so much 🥺 you guys are one of the biggest motivations for when i write, and let me tell you, seeing more of those the past few days has had me opening my laptop and trying to force myself to write a few more sentences 🥺 so ty 💗💗
and that's all i really wanted to say; see you next time and i hope you all are taking care of yourselves, ily. 🥺💗
HSHDHSJFHDJF PIRATE CHAN.... PIRATE SKZ..... IM BEGGING U TO DO MORE OF THAT AU 😭😭 i would literally die for tht one shot and for tht concept,,,,,,, it was so well written and it made me feel so much i LOVE YOU
omg i lovE YOU MORE BUB!! 🥺🥺🥺 i'm so glad you enjoyed it!! it's personally my favourite piece i've written so far on my blog, so it always makes me happy to see the feelings it brings in out in readers :D
and dw!! i do have plans to expand further into this au, i just haven't had the time to write much as of late. but i'm hoping to finish something up in the next while!! :D 💛
description. in a moment of vulnerability, you open up to your best friend about your feelings over your ex-boyfriend, leading to something new that might blossom between the two of you.
pairing. lee minho x neutral reader
genre. angst. platonic themes, hint of romance? lapslock!
word count. 1.3k
author’s note. this might not be the best,,, i’m still in a bit of a slump but i had to get my feelings out :( haven’t been feeling great lately, sorry for the lack of writings.
warning. explicit language.
“do you ever just… think about how peculiar it is that we can have the most intimate relationship with someone one day and then act like total strangers the next?”
“...this is about changbin, isn’t it?”
minho sighs when you don’t respond, which gives him a clear answer: yes, this was about your ex-boyfriend, seo changbin, who broke up with you almost six months ago.
that day remains clear as day in his head, so vivid that sometimes he wonders if it really was six months ago. for a memory so potent, he often forgets it wasn’t just yesterday.
“he broke up with me,” you cried into the phone when minho finally picked up after almost tossing his room upside down to find the damned device. “that fucking seo changbin,” you seethed.
“he what?” was the only thing minho could muster. he felt his free hand clench into a fist. that bastard—minho briefly made a mental note to clock him in the head the next time he saw him. well, that’s if he ever saw the guy again.
“i can’t believe it, minho.” your voice dropped down to a whisper. the way your voice broke as you spoke, the way your breathing was laboured, and the way minho heard every hiccup, every sniffle—it shattered his heart into a million pieces. “i… i knew it was coming, but i didn’t think it would hurt this much.”
“i’m coming over,” minho finally said after a moment of silence. he dashed out of his room, turning a blind eye to his old sweatpants and hoodie that he wore. fuck it, there was no fucking time to waste changing into something more presentable when you were probably drowning in your feelings right this instant.
now in the kitchen, he began raiding his pantry for snacks; from popcorn to cookies, from chips to even a small tub of ice cream in his freezer.
“what? no you’re not, it’s almost-”
“midnight, i know, but changbin’s a dick for breaking your heart like that and i know a bitch needs some comfort and that bitch is you,” minho huffed, dumping his armful of post-breakup snacks into one of his reusable grocery bags (because minho was a good college boy who refused to use plastic bags).
“...i guess i can’t say no to that, can i?”
“nope,” minho replied. “give me ten minutes.”
minho sighs, opening his eyes to the ceiling of his bedroom where the two of you are currently crashed on his bed, laying on your backs with your limbs splayed out with no care in the world. one of his arms is awkwardly bent around your head while one of yours rests on his chest, your legs also overlapping each other at the foot of the bed.
“it’s been twelve weeks since we last spoke,” you begin. your voice is soft, and minho finds his eyes fluttering shut once more to the sound of your voice. it’s always brought him a sense of comfort, hearing you speak, no matter the subject. “probably more like twenty since we last had an actual conversation, since i was always messaging him first—whether or not he’d actually respond was always a surprise.”
“i told you like a million times already,” minho hisses with a gentle flick to the crown of your head, “stop wasting your time on someone who clearly doesn’t appreciate your efforts in salvaging whatever friendship you guys had left.”
“i know,” you whisper, “i should’ve listened to you.”
“you really should have,” minho huffs with a light roll of his eyes. “anyways, continue.”
“i recently started having dreams about him. fun dreams. like what life could have been like if we never broke up six months ago,” you say. you shift beside him, rolling so your back faces him now. he’d never admit it, but the absence of your body against his leaves minho feeling rather … empty. “everytime i woke up, i’d wake up to a reality where he’s gone and i’m alone. but last night… i recently discovered he deleted his social media. all of our conversations, gone. all of our memories together, gone. i mean, i’ve never even opened up our messages since we stopped talking—so why am i feeling like this again? my stomach is twisting with unease, and sometimes i find it harder to breathe with my chest feeling so… light? i’m not sure how to describe it.
“i used to be his whole world, his universe. we talked day and night back in the day. he was one of the only people i remember ever sacrificing sleep for just to talk to. i opened up to him. i let out all my secrets to him. am i… am i nothing to him? am i that forgettable that he can just leave like that? i feel as if he just snipped the final thread that bound us together, and now i’m spiralling into the abyss. i saw friends posting like nothing happened, and i felt lonelier than ever. it’s like… it’s like it’s just me against the world, minho.”
minho sighs, reaching up to rub at his eyes before turning onto his side. slowly, he leans forward, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades gently. a strange gesture, but one he always did in moments like these when he needed to reassure you that he was listening and needed a moment to gather his thoughts.
“i even…” your voice comes out strained this time, and immediately minho reaches forward to wrap his arms around your form, pulling you back against his chest comfortingly. “i even told him i was afraid he’d leave me just like everyone else does. so many people have left my life. i was hoping he wouldn’t be one of them, and yet in the end—he did. he left. it hurts. it hurts so much, minho.”
“people will walk in and out of your life constantly,” minho says softly. tentatively, he rests a hand gently on your stomach, rubbing it slowly in a comforting manner—or at least, what he hoped would be a source of comfort. “you just have to remember that their departure is only another door of opportunity that opens for you… for newer, better people to enter your life.”
suddenly, your elbow is pulled forward before reeling back to strike minho’s side in a bit of a playful jab and minho lets out a quiet oof. immediately, he props himself up on his elbow and glares at you when your head turns to meet his gaze from where his head hovers slightly above yours.
“when did you get so wise, huh?” you ask with a smile, though it doesn’t take minho long to tell that it’s a rather forced smile, straining against the sadness that envelops your heart.
at that, his lips curl into a small smile—but not one of happiness, no. more like… a sorrowful one.
“you learn to pick up some things here and there,” minho whispers. “especially with someone like you.”
this time, your eyes curl into the familiar eye-smile, and suddenly it feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. oh, for you to find happiness once more—that’s all minho wants, really. he’s always known you were one to get attached to others easily, often breaking down when they drift and leave without warning.
your loyalty to others was indeed both a blessing and a curse.
he’s pulled out of his thoughts when you shift in his arms so you’re laying on your back once more, with minho still hovering over your body rather awkwardly. hesitantly, you reach up and brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes.
“you don’t have to promise me that you’ll stay by my side forever like this, minho,” you murmur. your fingers trail from his brows, to his cheek, to his neck, before finally coming to rest upon his shoulder. “but just for tonight, will you stay with me?”
minho finds himself nodding without hesitation. of course, you fucking dummy, he thinks to himself.
it’s tempting to say it out loud, but what he says instead is, “would it… help if i stayed?”
“mhm.”
“then of course.”
we’ll walk together along the road to recovery, were his unsaid words that night.
their departure from your life is only a step closer to something… or someone greater.
ive been in a bit of a writing slump lately, im sorry yall 😭 ill try my best to become more active in the next week or so, english has just been consuming my motivation to write at all >:( i hope you all are doing well!! stay safe everyone, take care 💛
honestly, everyone does 🥴 but im good !! been a mess like always but good !! i just dropped by to check on you! hope you'll have a wonderful day ahead of you 💗
omg ur so sweet ily and thank u for dropping by 🥺💕 and hhjdjdj ive been a mess the past few weeks as well. i hope you have a lovely day as well bubs! 🙆♀️
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What is the perfect environment for you to write in?
ooh~ in my room at my desk, family/friends quiet in the house, and either quiet or no music playing! i typically write in the evenings/night because i don't have chores to do then, so i won't get disturbed. also i find that i focus best with quiet instrumental music or no music at all... anything else i get distracted just listening to the music instead 😅
Is there a trope you haven't written yet but really want to?
yes! i don't think i've ever written an enemies to lovers trope yet, and i kind of want to try it? i need to read more of it though, it's easy to rush it and not have the desired effect at the end, or have the characters act unrealistic. i have a few ideas for it, so we'll see if i end up writing it in the near future!! 😊
i think writing dialogue is a struggle for me. i'm not a great conversationalist irl, so it always takes a while for me to figure out the right things to say while writing dialogue. dialogue can become boring to read (imo) if not written properly, and i often struggle with that 😅
What is the one fic that got away?
oof, more like what fic hasn't gotten away from me. i have so many ideas that i can't seem to write?? i remember back in 2016 i tried to write a beauty and the beast inspired pjo fic and i wrote like a chapter and called it quits 😭 OH! there's a gang + police au with both exo-k and exo-m (ot12 baby!!) that i've been playing around with since 2016 as well. not sure if that'll ever get posted 😅 and now that i'm on the topic... there's also a lucky one + monster inspired baekyeol fic i have in my drafts. it's actually not too bad so i might pull it out at one point... but chances are a little slim.
Hi love can I ask for a drabble with Baekhyun au prompts vampire with number 12. don't push me away 19. you look like you need a hug 24. I'm not afraid or you and 33. because that was the first time I saw you smile pretty pls 😊❤ with some fluff at the end 🙏💓
prompt #12. “Don’t push me away.”
prompt #19. “You look like you need a hug.”
prompt #24. “I’m not afraid of you.”
prompt #33. “Because that was the first time I ever saw you smile for real.”
description. baekhyun gets a little insecure, watching you have such human interactions that he thinks he can’t give you as a vampire.
word count. 1.2k
author’s note. hello hello!! sooo sorry for the long wait, didn’t have many requests sent in so I had to make this one extra special (hence the word count OOF what’s a drabble) hope you enjoy~
warning. none
It’s heart-wrenching, to say the least, when Baekhyun silently watches through the window of the cafe you worked in to see you interact easily with customers and staff alike.
He didn’t mean to stare; he only meant to take a quick peek to make sure you were doing all right before heading back to your shared apartment after a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up some eggs.
(Imagine that—a vampire like Baekhyun, in a grocery store? Buying eggs, of all things? Man, he was whipped for you.)
But he can’t help but linger when he sees you laugh at a joke from one of your coworkers, reaching over to smack his arm because it made you laugh a little too hard and now you were having a hard time focussing on the task at hand. The interaction is just so sickeningly sweet and human that it makes Baekhyun start to wonder if it’s really okay for you to be dating a vampire.
He lets out a sigh and tears his gaze from the window, continuing down the path to your apartment.
It’s not that he’s jealous—god no. He knew you would never dare to cheat on him; he really did trust you a lot. He just can’t help but wonder if his eternal life as a vampire was ever a burden to you. Unable to grow old with the one you love, to constantly wake up to a young and beautiful face while yours only gets older, and to eventually die of old age in the arms of someone who hasn’t aged a day since you met...
Were you truly okay with it?
These thoughts plague him even as he proceeds to cook dinner for you, a pink plaid apron tied around his neck and waist. They’re deafening to the point where he doesn’t hear you arrive home, calling out his name excitedly because you had missed him all day. He doesn’t sense your presence either as you approach him from behind; odd, considering he always did with those heightened vampire senses of his.
“Baekhyun?” your voice is quiet as you gently lay your hands on his waist and it makes him flinch—and that makes you flinch too because how did he not notice you?
“Oh,” he murmurs, finally acknowledging your presence by reaching around with his free hand to awkwardly wrap his arm around your body in a strange ‘backward’ hug. “Hey, belle.”
He taps the wooden spoon he’s holding against the dutch pan and puts it down before reaching out to turn the stove off, your meal now ready to be served. But your attention doesn’t shift to the food; it remains on Baekhyun as you lean forward and around him so you could get a good look at his face. He notices this easily and smiles at you, but it’s absent of its usual warmth which makes you frown with worry.
“You look like you need a hug, Baekhyun,” you whisper as he slips out of your grasp so he can take off his apron. With his back turned to you, you swat his hands away gently so you could untie the apron strings for him instead. His arms drop to his sides as you remove his apron, tossing it to the side carelessly so you could slide your arms around his waist from behind.
“You should eat, belle,” he says quietly, though neither of you move.
“Don’t push me away, Baekhyun,” you say, pulling back a little as he shifts in your arms so that he faces you now, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “Something’s troubling you.”
“Mhm,” he hums.
“I’m not afraid of you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You tighten your hold around him so there’s no longer a gap between your bodies, and Baekhyun feels the temporary walls he’s built up come crashing down. It was just the effect you had on him; your mere presence providing a strange sort of comfort he’s never really felt before in all of his life.
“Why did you choose me?” he finally asks after a long moment of silence, his thumbs caressing your cheeks with such gentleness it’s as if he was afraid of breaking you, shattering you into a million pieces like glass. Your heart clenches at the sadness that plagues his features, as well as his mind. His lips form a small pout and his long hair falls into his eyes, so you take it upon yourself to reach up and brush them away so you could see him better; so that he could see you better.
“What do you mean?”
“You could have chosen to be with a human,” he says, and with every crack in his voice comes a new crack in your heart. “You could have chosen to grow old with them, actually have meals with them, and not be burdened by my need to feed on your blood every so often. Hell, you could have chosen a human so you wouldn’t wake up, for the rest of your life, to the face of someone who will never age another day. So why me?”
His words stun you, for you never thought Baekhyun to be the insecure type especially as a vampire. But then again—Baekhyun had always been full of surprises.
“You know why I chose you?” Your fingers slowly move to where a simple gold necklace is clasped around your neck, a single diamond hanging from it. “Remember this, Baekhyun? You gave it to me about a year after we first met.”
You didn’t need to remind him—he remembers it very well.
It was a necklace gifted to him by his mother; oh, how he missed his sweet mother. It was just days before he was turned into the creature he is today, when she bestowed upon him a simple gift.
“Give this to the one who makes your heart race,” she had said all those centuries ago. “Give it to the one who would travel across continents for you, to the one who makes you feel safe. Give this to the one you promise to love for the rest of your life, and who wouldn’t hesitate to do the same for you.”
“It’s my favourite memory of us,” you continue. You glance down at it briefly before lifting your gaze to meet Baekhyun’s, a soft smile on your face. “Because that was the first time I ever saw you smile for real. And that’s when I realized—I’d do anything to see that smile again and again.”
He can’t help it. The smile that tugs at his lips grows bigger and bigger until it finally reaches his eyes, and you reciprocate the action easily. Soon enough, you’re both grinning at each other like idiots and Baekhyun quickly realizes how stupid it was of him to feel so insecure of himself.
Although your time together was limited, your love for each other was not.
And it’s at this moment that Baekhyun swears he’ll find a way for the two of you to be together.
there’s something about his smile that reminded you of the sun on a cloudy day, its rays of warmth shining through the white puffs in the sky to delicately kiss your skin, ridding you of the chills of the shade. his laughter was the light at the end of a dark, dark tunnel; the light that reminded you that everything was going to be okay in the end as long as you don’t give up.
oh, but jongin’s voice. it was deep and smooth like honey. you could listen to him talk for hours on end no matter the topic. not to mention the way he spoke with a bright smile almost all the time—you always found yourself gazing at him with a rather dumb smile plastered across your face whenever he talked to you about his day, whether it be just taking care of his nieces and nephews or work in general.
“d-don’t stare at me like that,” jongin stammers when he notices you staring at him. your right cheek is squished between jongin’s arm and the cushion of your sofa, and jongin smiles at you with a confused, yet adorable, little frown. you’re both slouched on the sofa with horrid postures, jongin’s legs splayed out in front of you with your own legs curled over his as if they were a footrest. a k-drama plays on the television in front of you, though your interests lie elsewhere… namely in the one and only kim jongin beside you.
“am i making you uncomfortable?” you laugh, your hands slipping around his clothed waist. the fabric of his white sweater is soft and it’s like hugging a bear as your fingers clutch and knead at the fabric. jongin lets out a deep chuckle, moving his arm around you so you can properly bury your face into his side.
oh, and jongin’s scent. it’s like home, a bliss with every breath. it coats the back of your throat before wisping away, leaving you breathing in for more. it’s heavenly. it’s jongin.
“a little,” he admits in a sudden small voice.
“i’m sorry, jongin.”
“no, no!” jongin exclaims. he reaches over and shuts off the television and turns in your arms so his whole body faces you now. his free hand rises to cup your cheek and you find yourself closing your eyes at the feeling of his warm hands against your skin. for a brief moment, you imagine yourself gazing up at the sun, its shining light pleasant and just homely against your cheeks. “i didn’t mean it like that, angel,” jongin says. “it’s just—is there something on my face?”
you can’t help but let out a rather unpleasant-sounding snort at jongin’s innocent question. “mhm,” you hum with a teasing smile.
however, it’s a teasing smile that goes unnoticed by jongin as he immediately begins swiping at his face. “wait, really?” he gasps, and now it’s your turn to swat his hands away so you can cup his cheeks in your hands. immediately, jongin pauses and stares at you wide-eyed.
“yes, really,” you whisper. “my love for you is all over your face.”
then his eyes are curling into those lovely half-crescents, his mouth open in the wide, toothy grin that always made you grin too. a breathy laugh escapes him and you instantly find yourself crushed against him in a bear hug.
jongin was warm, yes.
but jongin’s warm because he’s the sun. sun-kissed himself by the enormous star itself, he’s the infectious ray of light that never fails to bring warmth to your day, whether it be through a smile, a laugh, or a hug.
