vampire hyunjin drabble. est. relationship, kissing, literally just fluff. he’s a nervous little guy, let him be. based on this tweet
it didn’t take you long to realise hyunjin, your beloved vampire, had never fed on human blood like his biological instincts told him to. when you had offered yourself up for the feed, he didn’t admit to his inexperience, but the way his eyes shifted to anywhere but your form standing across from him, or his fingers twisting in themselves fidgeting nervously, told you plenty.
he might not be able to see his own reflection, but you could see him perfectly.
instead of vocalising his worries, he kissed you like he was trying not to startle you; slowly and carefully. his hands were warm where they rested at your waist, thumbs tracing small, nervous shapes like he needs something to do with them.
he made this quiet little whine-like sound when you pulled him closer by his collar, all flustered, and you swore it was the cutest thing you’d ever heard.
“i just thought,” he mumbled against your mouth, words a little messy, “that if we kissed first it’d feel… nicer. less scary.”
“you’re already doing great,” you told him, kissing him again just to prove it.
that seemed to help. he relaxed a bit, pressed into you more, hands warm and confident at your waist. when you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing a little too fast like he just ran a marathon instead of made out for thirty seconds.
then his eyes flicked to your neck, and immediately away again. his energy yelled nervous, but his eyes told you the whole story: he was desperate for a taste.
you tilted your head without saying anything, offering your neck up like it’s no big deal. to you, it wasn’t. the second he noticed, he froze completely.
he stepped closer anyway, movements slow and hesitant. when he lifted his hand, it just… hovers there. you could actually see it shaking now.
“you good?” you ask, trying not to smile too hard.
he laughed, embarrassed. “i feel like i should be way cooler about this.”
“you’re absolutely not cool ever,” you teased. “so i wouldn’t expect it now. but it’s kinda cute.”
he groaned softly, lips forming a pout over his fangs. “please don’t call me cute right now.”
he leaned in. paused. his lips hover over your neck longer than they should—
and instead of biting, he kissed it, right on your pulse. it was so featherlight that you thought he had forgot the plan entirely.
you let out a laugh before you could stop yourself. “did you seriously just—”
he pulled back instantly, panicking. “i’m sorry, i swear i was going to bite, i just— you smelled really good and i blanked.”
“wow,” you gasped sarcastically. “i’m really scared...”
he looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
you reached up, took his wrist to steady him. you brought his hand up to caress your jaw, to which you leant into and kissed his palm. “hey. it’s okay. you can take your time. we can do this another time even.”
“no i want to, it’s just my….” he sighed, clearly embarrassed, “it’s my first time.”
“i can tell, hyunnie”
his head snapped up, eyes wide as saucers, “how?”
“for someone who has so much time under his belt, you sure are aloof. i know you.”
he sighed again, edged with an embarrassed groan. the humiliation made no move to subside. however, he felt determined nonetheless, so he leant in again—slower this time, and more sure. when he finally bit, it was gentle, almost careful, like he was worried about hurting you even now.
he loved the taste of iron as it flooded his mouth. how had he missed out on this rush this whole time? it was like life itself flooded every crevice of his mouth, flowing down his throat and rejuvenating his body. he knew in that moment he’d be addicted to the taste as soon as he sunk his fangs to your skin.
when he (reluctantly) pulled back, eyes seemingly glowing, wide and still very shy, he licked the drip that leaked from his lips. a little dazed, you grinned at him.
“you know,” your eyes flicked over his flustered face, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone, “if this was all just an excuse to kiss my neck, you could’ve said that.”
he hid his face in your shoulder, mortified.
“i’m never feeding again,” he mumbled.
you hold him there, still grinning, “oh i’m sure.”
first work of 2026, a small sweet hyunjin drabble to tide you guys while i escape writer’s block rut🙏pleas enjoy
also idk if i should taglist little drabbles like this bc its literally so short and so nothing😩what do yall usually do/what should i do
