pairing: vampire!sunghoon x reader
genre: dark romance, angst, vampires, enemies to lovers, betrayal.
wc: 10k aprox
synopsis: Sunghoon had always followed the rules of his lineage: donât mingle with humans, donât reveal what you are. That was until you appeared. What begins as an impossible attraction spirals into a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and revenge.
author's note: hi! this is a short fic/ large one shot. Also since English is not my first language and sometimes i use a translator (that i have to corrige anyway) some words and phrases may not be correct, sorry in advance. Also I hope you enjoy.
The taxi stopped in front of the wrought-iron gates of Daehyun Academy, a prestigious boarding school known throughout the country. As you stepped out, the cold air hit your face, and you felt your cheeks flush instantly. The gate, topped with the institution's golden crest, a falcon holding a torch, opened slowly after you showed your ID.
The path to the main building was lined with towering cypress trees, and at the end stood the main structure: gray stone towers, Gothic windows, a clock at the top that read eight o'clock. Everything looked like something out of an old novel.
- It's like a castle...-Â you whispered without realizing it.
- And it can also be like a prison if you don't adapt.
You turned your head in surprise and saw a girl your age with shoulder-length dark hair and lively eyes. Her smile broke the solemnity of the surroundings.
- I'm Kang Yeseo. You've been assigned as my classmate, so I was told to show you around on your first day. - She held out her hand naturally.
- How did you know it was me? - I asked half half-doubtful and half-surprised.
- It's not so difficult to know who are the students who come from outside... - She turned her head towards the entrance - Also, you looked a little bit lost - she said with a half kind laugh.
You accepted her greeting and instantly felt relieved: at least there was someone friendly in this place that seemed to judge you with every stone.
You walked together through the interior corridors. The wood creaked under your shoes, chandeliers illuminated the space with golden tones, and with every step, you could see portraits of former directors and benefactors, all with stern expressions, looking at you as if evaluating your worth.
- Impressive, isn't it? - said Yeseo, noticing your silence. - I felt the same way on my first day. But don't worry, not everyone here is so... intimidating.
- And who is? - You asked, half jokingly, half seriously.
She didn't answer right away. When they reached the main classroom, she leaned toward you and lowered her voice.
You followed the direction of her gaze. At the back of the classroom, as if they belonged there, were seven boys. Their uniforms fit them impeccably, and their movements were elegant and measured. They didn't speak loudly or show off, but every gesture attracted attention.
Your eyes stopped on one of them.
He sat upright, twirling a pen between his fingers with hypnotic precision. His hair fell slightly over his forehead, and the light streaming in through the window seemed to seek him out on purpose. When he looked up, his gaze met yours. His eyes were dark, intense, and cold. You felt a chill run down your spine.
Sunghoon, according to the name on his uniform.
He didn't look away immediately. He held your gaze for a few seconds, long enough to make you feel vulnerable, exposed. Then he looked away indifferently, as if he had already categorized you and decided you weren't worth his time.
Your heart was beating faster than normal.
- They're... different. - You whispered.
- Different and dangerous. - Yeseo added in a whisper. - They come from old families, with a lineage that no one dares to question. Some say that even the school administration owes them favors. Most students admire them, but no one gets too close.
You swallowed hard. That warning only increased your curiosity.
Later during class, you tried to concentrate on the history lesson, but the feeling of being watched wouldn't leave you alone. Every time you looked up, there he was: Sunghoon, his face expressionless, his dark eyes fixed on the blackboard, as if absorbing every word the teacher said. Around him, his friends maintained the same aura of silent concentration, too perfect.
Halfway through class, the teacher remembered that you were new and asked you to introduce yourself.
- I'm Y/N. - You said in a firm voice, despite your nerves. - I've transferred here on an academic scholarship. I hope to get along well with everyone.
Some students murmured a âwelcome,â others barely looked up. But in the back, one of the boys, Sunoo, if you remembered his name correctly, smiled broadly at you, sincerely, almost childishly compared to the others. The contrast baffled you.
Classes gave way to recess, the hallway was filled with students, and the noise was deafening. You were walking along, looking at your schedule, when a collision caused your books to fall to the floor.
- I'm so sorry! - A clear voice. You bent down and saw Sunoo quickly picking up your books. - Are you okay?
You nodded, somewhat surprised by his kindness.
- Yes, thank you. I'm Y/N.
- I know. Welcome.- He smiled, and there was something genuine in his eyes.
Before you could respond, another of the boys appeared, âJay,â elegant, with his hands in his pockets and an inquisitive look.
- Sunoo, we're going to be late.
His tone was polite but authoritative. Sunoo nodded with a playful grin at you.
They both walked away, and you were left with the feeling that you had just passed a test you didn't understand.
Yeseo caught up with you, sighing.
- You see, they seem friendly... but there's always an invisible wall. No one knows what they're really thinking.
You tried to smile, but when you looked up, you discovered that Sunghoon was watching you from the other end of the hallway. Standing with his hands in his pockets, expressionless. It was as if the noise in the hallway faded away and only those eyes staring at you existed.
That night, back in your boarding school room, you lay on your bed looking at the high ceiling and wooden beams. You could still feel the intensity of that gaze. There was something about him that repelled and attracted you at the same time, like the edge of a razor. The wind battered the windows and the sky darkened with snow-laden clouds. You closed your eyes, but nothing else appeared in your mind but Sunghoon's face.
The routine in Daehyun was starting to take on a strange rhythm. You woke up early, attended classes in overly solemn classrooms, had lunch under the watchful gaze of portraits of former benefactors, and at the end of the day, returned to your room with the feeling that you never quite fit in.
Even so, you knew you were in the right place. As if your destiny were tangled among those stone walls.
In literature class, the professor was lecturing on romantic poetry while the students took notes in silence. You were trying to keep up, focusing on the verse he was analyzing, when a sensation of heat on the back of your neck distracted you.
You turned slightly and saw him: Sunghoon, sitting two rows behind, his eyes fixed on you.
It wasn't a casual look. It was intense, heavy, almost inquisitive. As if it were evaluating something invisible within you.
You swallowed and returned your gaze to your notebook, pretending to write. But every fiber of your being knew he was still watching you. When you finally dared to turn around again, his eyes were already on the blackboard, as if nothing had ever happened.
The contrast disturbed you.
Upon leaving that class, you decided to take refuge in the side garden, a quiet space where almost no one went because of the cold. The air smelled of damp earth and fresh snow. There you found Riki, the youngest of the group, sitting on a stone bench, looking at his sketchbook.
You hesitated to approach, but he looked up before you could leave.
âY/N? âhe said softly. His foreign accent was evident, but his Korean sounded sweet.
You nodded, surprised that he knew your name.
âYou're nervous. âShe didn't ask, she stated it.
âIt's normal in a new school, don't you think?
Riki barely smiled, lowering his gaze to his notebook. He had drawn shadows that looked like enormous wings behind a human silhouette. You didn't know how to respond.
âNot everyone here is as they seem. âHis tone was calm, but there was something unsettling in his innocence. He closed the notebook and stood upâ. You shouldn't be alone in the gardens at dusk.
He left without another word, leaving you frozen, with the feeling that it wasn't just a simple warning.
That nite, as the hallway lights went out and the murmur of the other girls filled the room, you overheard a conversation. Two girls were whispering in the bed next to you.
âDid you hear? Two years ago, a student disappearedâŠ
âShh, don't talk so loud.
âThey say it was in winter too, and that the last time they saw her she was talking to one of them.
Your heart skipped a beat. They didn't need to say who they were talking about.
Silence took over the bedroom shortly after, but you could barely close your eyes.
The days went by, but you felt as if time had kept you captive. Each dawn and dusk were new experiences, and this was no exception.
The corridors of the boarding school were a labyrinth of shadows when you got up to drink water. The moon streamed through the windows, casting ghostly figures on the floor.
It was then that you saw him.
He was standing in front of one of the windows, next to someone else from his friend's group. His face bathed in silver light, lay motionless like a statue. His profile seemed carved from marble, his gaze lost in the outer darkness.
You hid behind a column before they could notice you. You watched as his lips moved, murmuring something to the other guy that you couldn't quite hear. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if the very air were giving him strength.
When she opened her eyes again, a reddish glimmer, almost imperceptible, crossed her pupils.
Your breath caught in your throat.
You stepped back cautiously, your heart pounding so hard you feared it would betray you. You didn't know what you had just witnessed, but something inside you screamed that it wasn't human.
That nite, it took you hours to fall asleep, and when you finally did, his eyes were the only thing filling your mind.
The winter wind seeped through the cracks in the building, and the radiators barely managed to warm the classrooms. You had spent the afternoon in the art studio, focused on a project, until the final bell rang and everyone started to leave.
You stayed a little longer, picking up brushes and materials. When you close the box, the edge of a spatula cuts the palm of your hand.
âAh! âyou let out a whimper, watching as a thin line of blood began to slide between your fingers.
The cut wasn't deep, but the bright red color sent a shiver down your spine. You looked for a paper towel and pressed it against the wound, but the blood kept oozing.
The infirmary, you thought. Even though it was in the east wing, almost always deserted.
The hallway was empty when you set off. The echo of your footsteps reverberated off the walls, and the light from the windows had turned gray with the setting sun.
As you turned the corner toward the infirmary, you felt something strange: as if the air had become denser. The silence was absolute, broken only by the distant dripping of a pipe.
You reached the infirmary door and pushed, but it was locked. You cursed under your breath. The blood was already staining the handkerchief soaked in your hand.
âI need to find water, even if it's... âYou murmured.
It was then that you felt it.
That presence.
You turned slowly, and there he was.
Sunghoon, leaning against the wall a few meters back, hands in the pockets of his uniform, his face expressionless. His eyes, however, were not on your face... but on your injured hand.
A shiver ran down your spine.
âWhat... what are you doing here? âyou asked, trying to sound firm.
He didn't answer. He took a step forward, and then another, the sound of his shoes echoing like a metronome in the empty hallway. His eyes were fixed on the bloodstain.
Your instinct screamed at you to back away, but you were trapped between him and the closed door.
Suddenly, in a movement so quick that you could barely react, Sunghoon grabbed your injured wrist. His fingers were cold, firm.
âHey! âyou tried to pull away, but he gently pushed you forward, guiding you down the hallway. âWhat are youâŠ?
He didn't let you finish. He opened a side door: an old classroom, with desks covered in dust and closed curtains. He dragged you inside and slammed the door, the sound echoing in the silence.
The dim light filled the place, broken only by a beam of light filtering thru the curtains.
Sunghoon let you go abruptly and walked a few steps, bringing his hand to his face. His shoulders were rising and falling, as if he were fighting against something invisible.
- What the hell...?- you started, but your voice broke when you saw him turn toward you.
His eyes were no longer the same. Where there was once cold darkness, now an intense red glowed, like burning embers. His pupils had sharpened, and the contrast with his pale skin made him even more unreal.
âYou don't understand what you're doing... âhis voice sounded deeper, laden with tension.
You backed up until you bumped into a desk.
âWhat... what are you?
He clenched his jaw, his fangs barely peeking out from between his lips. The air in the classroom seemed to vibrate with his restrained breath.
âI'm... fed up. - he snapped, with a cutting coldness. Since you arrived, there hasn't been a single day when I don't run into you. And your scent... âhe closed his eyes for a moment, as if holding back an unbearable desireâ your scent drives me crazy.
The blood that still dripped from your palm seemed to call to every fiber of his being.
You stood still, your heart pounding against your ribs. A part of you screamed to run away; another, to stay still and wait.
âTell me who you are... âYou whispered, with a tremor in your voice.
He approached you suddenly, so quickly that the very air seemed to cut. His face was inches from yours, his red eyes piercing thru you.
âYou shouldn't want to know.
For a second, you thot he was going to do it, that he would bite your hand, your neck, any part that would satisfy that wild desire. You could feel the coldness of his breath on your skin.
But then he abruptly stepped back, hitting the nearest desk with a sharp noise.
He yanked the door open and left. The echo of the door slam in the classroom vibrated for a few seconds after Sunghoon disappeared. The sound of the door slamming continued to echo in your head, as if the impact had been embedded in the walls and in your bones.
Your legs were trembling, so you had to lean on a desk to avoid falling.
You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. You had seen the impossible. His eyes, his fangs, his voice shattered by an inhuman desire.
And yet, alongside the terror, there was something else.
âWhat was that...?âyou whispered, your voice trembling, as if saying it out loud could give it meaning.
A dark magnetism that prevented you from hating him completely, even tho your reason demanded it.
The cut stung, reminding you that it all had started with something as simple as a careless spatula. You rummaged thru your backpack desperately searching for a band-aid or a clean handkerchief. Nothing.
So you tore a piece from the cover of your notebook and used it as an improvised bandage. The fabric stained immediately, but at least it somewhat contained the bleeding.
While you were doing it, his words kept hammering in your mind:
"Since you arrived, there hasn't been a single day when I haven't run into you. Your scent drives me crazy..."
A shiver ran through you.
Was it possible? Had you really seen him with red eyes, with fangs showing? Or was it a product of your fear, of your imagination?
You forced yourself to leave the classroom. The hallways remained deserted, but the feeling that he was still nearby, lurking, didn't leave you.
When you finally arrived at your room, the lights were already off. Your roommate was already asleep, and you moved silently so as not to wake up her.
ou sat on your bed with the wound still wrapped in paper, looking at the gloom. The heart did not stop calming.
You tried to remember the rumors you had heard days before. The missing student. The boys who seemed too perfect, too unattainable.
Everything fitted in with a disturbing clarity.
You finally lay down, but the dream did not come. When you finally gave in, it was anything but peaceful.
You found yourself walking in a snowy forest. The air was cold and deep silence. Among the trees you saw a familiar silhouette: Sunghoon, in the same school uniform, standing on the snow.
His eyes shone red in the darkness, fixed on you.
You advanced toward him, though your feet sank in the snow as if they wanted to restrain you.
-Who are you really? - you asked, the voice resounding strange in that empty landscape.
He did not answer. Instead, he reached out his hand to you. A delicate gesture, almost human. But when you tried to take it, its fangs grew longer, and the snow around it became red.
You woke up suddenly, breathless. The improvised bandage was wet: the wound had bled again in the middle of the night.
The darkness of your bedroom felt denser than ever.
When the sun began to filter through the curtains, you were not rested. Your head was still full of red images, impossible looks, the voice of Sunghoon repeating that he could not stand your smell.
When you got up, you noticed something strange in the hallway of the bedroom: absolute silence. The students had already come down for breakfast, but none of their usual laughter resonated there.
It was as if the world were suspended, holding its breath, waiting for the next move.
And you knew you couldnât pretend nothing happened.
On Monday morning, the math classroom was more crowded than usual. Everyone was whispering to each other, but you were just looking for a face.
Sunghoonâs seat was empty.
A teacher left some papers on the desk and announced with indifference:
-Student Park will be away for a few days. Letâs focus on the lesson.
The murmur was immediate. "Is he sick?" "Has he gone on a trip?" "Why didnât you tell me?". You listened to every word, but your heart was pressed for another reason: you knew what had happened in the abandoned classroom. His red eyes, his fangs, the unbearable tension in the air
The memory of the abandoned classroom was superimposed on the void of his chair like a persistent shadow.
You tried to approach his friends at halftime. Jay was standing next to Heeseung, both reviewing a philosophy book.
-Excuse me... - You started, with a soft voice.
They both looked up at you, but said nothing. Jay slammed the book and smiled, but it was a polite, distant smile.
-Do you need anything? - he asked, without the warm tone I had shown days ago.
You swallowed saliva.
-Is that... Sunghoon... do you know if itâs okay?
A dense silence fell between the three. Heeseung tilted his head, as if evaluating you. Finally, he replied calmly:
-Itâs none of your business.
-You should focus on your own classes. - Added jay
The sentence was so direct that it made you cold. Before you could reply, they both left, leaving you in the middle of the hall, feeling the ground open under your feet.
The same happened to the others.
Riki was avoiding your gaze.
Jungwon and Jake were always surrounded by people, but they made sure not to coincide with you.
Sunoo, who had been kind before, barely gave you a brief nod, with a cold that hurt.
It was as if they had decided, collectively, to build an invisible wall around you.
At recess, you heard two students looking at you as they shared a talk in which you were the protagonist:
-Did you know that the new one gets with them a lot?
-Sure, but now Sunghoon doesnât even show up... maybe something happened?
The heat went up to your face. You noticed the looks on you, like knives disguised as curiosity.
The rumor was a monster growing out of control. And you were trapped in its center.
That same night, when I returned from the bathroom, the hallway was dark and silent. You walked barefoot, with the telephone flashlight lighting your way.
Suddenly, the air changed. A frosty sensation ran through your skin.
You stopped, convinced that someone was behind you.
You turned your head slowly.
The corridor was empty. Only the closed doors and the faint glow of the moon entering through a window.
But you felt it.
A presence. A restrained breath. A pair of eyes watching you from the shadows.
You hastened the step, your heart beating in fury. You slammed the door of your bedroom and leaned on it, breathing with difficulty.
The doorbell rang loudly, marking the end of history class. Students picked up their things in a hurry, but you stayed in your seat, pretending to sort the notes. Sunghoonâs empty chair behind you was impossible to ignore.
It had been three days without him showing up. And every hour felt like a tighter loop around your throat.
As you left the classroom, a soft voice called to you from the hallway.
-Y/N.
You turned around and saw Kim Sunoo, with her delicate smile and flawless uniform. Unlike Jay or Heeseung, he seemed less hostile, though there was a strange gleam in his eyes, as if he hid more than he said.
-I heard that... you were getting along with Sunghoon, he commented naturally, though the word "well" sounded too calculated.
-Not so much -you answered quickly, nervously.
Sunoo bowed his head.
-Donât worry. He always comes back.
You didnât understand what he meant, but before you could ask, he walked away with light steps, leaving you alone with a feeling of discomfort in your stomach.
In the cafeteria, whispers had become a constant echo.
-Sure scared him off with his insistence.
-A fellow shouldnât get too close.
The laughter and glances nailed on you like invisible needles. Kang Yeseo, sitting next to you, banged the table in frustration.
-Thatâs heavy! Or if you were the first one to talk to him.
You smiled weakly, grateful, but you knew the looks would not stop. Sunghoonâs name seemed tied to yours like a chain you couldnât let go of.
As you left the dining room, you almost ran into Jungwon. He held your arm firmly, his dark eyes nailed to you.
-Be careful, he said softly, almost a whisper.
-With what? - you asked, surprised.
-With what you donât understand.
He released you as quickly as he had arrested you and disappeared into the crowd, as if he had never been there.
Your heart was beating so hard that it hurt your chest. Was that a threat? An honest warning?
That afternoon, you stayed longer at the gym to help Yeseo with some materials. When she left, the great hall was deserted, lit only by the dim light coming in from the high windows.
You kept your balls in the cellar when you felt that feeling again: the certainty that someone was watching you.
You turned fast. Nothing. Just the empty bleachers.
However, the air became colder, and you heard a sound, barely a touch, like steps on wood.
-Whoâs there? - you asked, your voice resounding too loud in the silence.
No one responded.
Fear forced you to run out of the gym, with your breathing choppy.
After 10pm, you were in bed, staring at the ceiling without being able to sleep. Every look, every word, every gesture of Sunghoonâs friends seemed like a piece of a puzzle you couldnât fit together.
You closed your eyes, but even in the dark, you felt that there was a pair of red eyes staring at you from somewhere in the night.
-
The next day, you decided to go out into town for a walk and clear your head. Yeseo insisted on going with you, making exaggerated excuses that you never know what might happen to you in that neighborhood. You just accepted.
You had a good day, but yeseo had to go in the afternoon to a family meeting. When you said goodbye to her the sky had changed and an orange color fell on the city like a heavy cloak. You were walking alone on the sidewalk, headphones on, trying to distract yourself with music while reviewing Mondayâs test notes.
But as I turned the corner, the feeling of being observed returned with a brutal intensity.
The air became cold. The nearest streetlight blinked and went out.
Before you could react, a gloved hand covered your mouth from behind. Another firm arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you up from the ground with ease.
You screamed, but the sound was choked against the cloth.
-Silence -ordered a low voice near your ear.
two men dressed in black, impeccable, with a bearing that left no doubt: servants. Their faces were inhumanely pale, and their eyes, though dark, shone with a strange glow.
You were pulled firmly into a black car parked in the shade. The door opened, and before you could resist, you were inside, trapped.
The vehicle moved forward without stopping on increasingly empty streets. The city lights faded, replaced by a dark forest.
Your hands trembled on your lap, but your mind was working at full speed.
"This had to do with Sunghoon. It could only be him."
After half an hour, the trees gave way to a wrought iron fence. It opened with a heavy squeak, revealing an immense property: a black stone Victorian mansion, lit by chandeliers that seemed to burn with cold fire.
The car stopped in front of the main entrance.
The doors opened. Two servants escorted you inside.
The lobby was as grand as oppressive: red velvet carpets, crystal chandeliers, portraits of ancestors with stern eyes that seemed to follow you.
The air smelled of old wood, wine and something more... iron.
The echo of your steps resounded on the marble floor as you advanced, guarded.
Finally, the doors of a small hall on the second floor opened, and there he was.
Sunghoon was sitting in a high-back chair, dressed in an impeccable black suit. Her hair fell slightly on her forehead, and the candlelight highlighted the perfect pallor of her skin.
Upon seeing you, he rose with a slow and calculated movement, like a predator approaching his prey.
-At last, he said in a low, deep voice. You do not know how much you exhaust me.
You swallowed saliva, stepping back a step.
-What... what does this mean?
He laughed softly, but there was no humor in his expression.
âDo you really not understand? - he stepped towards you, his eyes shining with a crimson flash-. Since you got to school, from the first day⊠There is no instant in which I am not haunted by your scent.
His voice broke, mixing anger and desire.
âI canât concentrate. I canât think. You chase me in the halls, in my dreams, even now, here. Do you know what that means for someone like me?
Your breathing accelerated. The distance between them was reduced in a matter of seconds.
He bowed, standing just a few inches from your face. His fangs glittered in the dim light.
-Iâm sick of you, Y/N. Tired of wanting⊠what I shouldnât.
The silence that followed was so heavy that it almost hurt.
Then, with a sudden movement, he hit the wall next to you, the echo rumbling in the living room.
-Iâd have to destroy you right now, he whispered with restrained fury, but I canât.
His breathing was irregular. Yours, even more so.
For the first time, you see Sunghoon not as the perfect and distant student, but as what he really was: a predator on the verge of losing control.
The blow of his hand against the wall still resonated in your ears. Sunghoon had you cornered. His eyes, once dark and calculating, were now a crimson abyss that you could not hold without feeling a chill in your back.
-Why you? - he whispered in restrained anger. Among so many, why are you the one who drags me like this?
Your voice trembled, though you did not know whether for fear or for something else:
-No... I donât understand what youâre saying.
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to regain control. But when opened, the red shone more intensely.
-Of course you do. Your blood explains everything. Every time I smell it... I lose my mind.
He took one more step, and your back touched the cold stone wall. The air between them became dense, impossible to breathe.
You could feel the warmth of his body, the tension in his hands that trembled for not touching you.
âDo you know how hard it is for me not to destroy everything every time youâre around? - his voice was low, broken, almost a moan of despair. You should not exist in my world.
A charged silence extended. His gaze descended to your neck, where a vein throbbed violently.
The fangs shone under the candlelight.
Time seemed to stand still.
With a quick movement, Sunghoon caught your wrist. He lifted it to the height of his eyes. The blood from that past wound, although already closed, still seemed to mark your skin.
He brought his lips to your hand, so close that you could feel the touch of his cold breath.
-Give me a reason to stop -he whispered, his voice cracking.
Your heart beat violently, but your lips just uttered a murmur:
-Because... Iâm not your enemy.
The phrase floated in the air, ambiguous, like a thread that tied it and held it right at the edge.
Sunghoon closed his eyes forcefully, as if that simple phrase had pierced him more than any stake.
He threw you off, taking two steps back.
-Donât provoke me like that again -he spat with a broken voice, turning his face so as not to look at you.
Silence returned, heavy. Only the distant echo of the outside wind filled the space.
Sunghoon, his chest shaking, seemed to be torn between instinct and reason. You were still trembling, watching him with your eyes wide open.
It was the first time you saw him vulnerable.
And even though you didnât show it, something inside of you smiled.
His hands were clenched in fists, his shoulders tense as if he was waging an internal war.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the tremors in your legs. But curiosity was more powerful than fear.
-What are you, Sunghoon? - you asked, your voice barely audible.
He did not respond immediately. His profile, cut against the light of the chandeliers, looked like a statue carved in marble.
-Donât ask questions that you donât want to hear the answer, he finally said in a grave tone.
-I already saw your eyes -you insisted, taking a step forward, even though your heart screamed that you should back up. I saw what you tried to hide.
He turned slowly, and for a moment the crimson glow lit up again in his gaze.
-What you saw was not for you, he said, every word laden with ice. There is a world to which you do not belong, Y/N. A world to which you should never look.
-And yet you brought me here? - You replied, your words coming out more firmly than you expected.
For the first time, Sunghoon seemed puzzled.
-No... - frowned, as if he himself didnât understand why he had done it. He shouldnât have.
He took a hand to his face, covering his eyes. For a few seconds, his aristocratic posture broke, and he saw the boy trapped under the weight of a dark lineage.
âMy family taught me not to approach humans, he continued, in a whisper almost to himself. To feed only animals, to keep control, not to repeat the mistakes of the past. And yet... you...
The last word melted down in his throat.
The silence continued.
You watched him in silence, with your heart pounding. And though your face showed confusion and fear, inside you recognized something else: a crack.
Sunghoon was not invulnerable. For the first time you saw him fractured, caught between duty and a desire that consumed him.
And you knew that crack would be your way in.
â
The silence was so thick that you could hear the crackling of candles in the candlesticks.
Sunghoon was still a few steps away, his face covered by one hand, as if he wanted to erase what he felt.
And then, without thinking too much, you took a step towards him.
-What if it wasnât so bad? - you asked, in a low voice, like a secret.
He lowered his hand slowly, revealing eyes that shone in the gloom.
-What do you mean...?
You raised your wrist, the same one she had held before. You approached her to her face with trembling gesture, although your lips drew a half smile.
-If it torments you so much... you could try.
Sunghoon straightened immediately, stepping back one step as if you had uttered a blasphemy.
-Are you crazy? - he spat, his voice rough, more broken than I wanted to show. You donât know what youâre saying.
âMaybe I do. - Your eyes were glued to hers, defiant. The beat of your pulse was evident, so strong that it almost seemed to call it-. Isnât that what you wanted from the beginning?
He clenched his teeth, breathing fast.
-No, he growled, looking away, though his red pupils gave him away.
You leaned barely, enough for your voice to touch his ear.
-So youâre not as strong as you say.
The phrase was stuck in his body like a sweet knife.
Sunghoon turned sharply, grabbing your wrist between his fingers. His grip was firm, almost painful. His fangs barely protruded under the lip, and the tension in his jaw was unbearable.
-Donât play games with me, Y/N,
But you did not withdraw your hand. Quite the contrary.
You brought it closer to her lips, letting the heat of her breath touch your skin.
-So... show it to me.
His eyes closed, and for a moment his body trembled as if fighting a long-lost battle.
The edge of their fangs shone inches from your skin.
The room became a world reduced to two things: the beat of your pulse on your wrist and Sunghoonâs choppy breath.
He still held your arm, trembling as if all his strength had gone into restraint. His red eyes were fixed at the exact spot where the vein was beating under your skin.
-God... - whispered, like a damned who sees salvation and hell at the same time. He should not...
-Then donât -you replied, your soft voice, almost a challenge.
The silence lasted only a second.
With a fast, almost brutal movement, Sunghoon drew his lips to your wrist. You felt their fangs rub against your skin before they sank precisely.
A sigh escaped from your lips. The pain was acute, like liquid fire running through your vein, but immediately mixed with a strange warmth that ran through your whole body.
Sunghoon drank from you with restrained despair, his fingers sticking into your skin, his body tense like a bow about to break.
You closed your eyes, and the world turned. The feeling was contradictory: the burning sting of the bite transformed into a wave of pleasurable vertigo, as if a part of you were dissolving on its lips.
He moaned barely, a sound choked against your skin, as if he had been waiting centuries for that moment.
-Enough... - you murmured loudly, though your voice sounded more delivered than scared.
With a last beat of your veins against his fangs, Sunghoon parted. The blood stained her lips, a bright red that contrasted with the perfect pallor of her skin.
His breath was frantic. His eyes, still burning in crimson, looked at you with a burning intensity.
-Why⊠do you let me do this? - he asked, the voice broken, loaded with something more than hunger.
You took your hand to your wrist, shaking. The wound was still slightly bleeding, but your gaze did not move away from his.
-Maybe⊠because Iâm not afraid of you.
The words fell like a knife in the midst of tension. Sunghoon stepped back, horrified at himself but unable to erase the expression of ecstasy that had crossed his face seconds before.
-This should never have happened, he said at last, his voice breaking.
But they both knew it was too late. It had begun.
The blood pact was sealed.
On Monday morning, the routine seemed the same as always. Students entering the classroom, backpacks banging on chairs, teachers running a list.
Until the door opened, and he appeared.
Sunghoon.
He entered with the same distant elegance of always, the flawless uniform, the cold look. But you, sitting at your desk, were the only one who noticed the difference: the more marked pallor, the tension on her lips, the reddish shadow still hidden in her pupils.
He sat in his seat as if nothing had happened.
And the students' murmur burst instantly.
-He came back!
-Heâs prettier than ever...
-Sure was sick, poor thing.
You looked down at your notebook, pretending to write something, although your sleeve-covered wrist was still burning with the memory of its fangs.
At recess, you saw Sunghoon meeting with his group. Jay and Jake greeted him with a brief handshake, Heeseung patted him on the shoulder. Jungwon nodded silently, and Riki watched him with inquisitive eyes.
But what caught your attention was something else: Sunoo, looking at you from afar.
Her sweet smile seemed intact, but in her eyes there was something else... something that said "I know youâre hiding something"
You looked away fast.
On leaving class, fate played its usual card: you ran into Sunghoon in the hallway, just a few seconds, when they both turned around the same corner.
His shoulder grazed yours.
The contact was brief, but sufficient to awaken the memory of his lips on your skin, of his cold breath, of his voice trembling as he drank from you.
-Pardon, you murmured, lowering your head.
He didnât answer. He just kept walking, as if you were invisible.
But in the reflection of the window, you managed to see how his jaw tightened.
The days followed each other with apparent normality. Classes, tasks, exams. Sunghoon was again the perfect, distant and calculating aristocrat.
But at night...
At night you returned to the mansion. Sometimes you found it in the library, sometimes in the deserted garden, sometimes in that abandoned room that seemed built for secrets.
There, the mask fell.
His eyes turned red, his breath fluttered, and your wrists felt the edge of his fangs again. Each bite was deeper, more desperate.
And every time, in silence, you let him drink.
In school, he did not look at you.
At the mansion, I couldnât stop touching you.
This duality was the perfect prison. An invisible relationship that nobody suspected, but it burned like a fire under the skin.
And while everyone thought you were still the new, shy, and somewhat lost wench, you knew the truth: you had tied up the ice prince with the most dangerous chain of all.
Their hunger.
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The rain hit the windows of the mansion like a constant drum. Outside, the sky was dark, but inside, the dim light of lamps bathed the empty hall in golden shadows.
Sunghoon was standing in front of you. His gaze burned in that hypnotic red that only appeared when he was on the edge.
-I canât go on... - she whispered, barely audible - I canât stop thinking about you.
He stepped forward, and the air between them became unbreathable.
His hand caught your wrist and lifted it hard, leaving exposed the mark of his fangs, still fresh from previous nights. His lips rubbed against your skin, but this time he hesitated.
-If I bite you again... - his voice broke, as if it pains him to recognize it. I wonât be able to stop myself.
Your breathing accelerated, but you did not recede.
-So donât stop, you said.
The silence was broken when Sunghoon gently pushed you against the wall. His lips found your neck, not yet with fangs, but with a desperate kiss, wet, loaded with accumulated tension.
The bite came later, precise and fiery.
A sigh escaped from your throat as your hands clung to his shirt. Pain was confused with pleasure, and pleasure with a strange emptiness that made you tremble. Sunghoon drank as if clinging to you not to fall into madness.
But it wasnât just the blood.
His mouth slid from your neck to your collarbone, leaving burning traces on your skin. His hands ran along your waist, trembling at first, but increasingly firm, as if he could not help it.
You looked at him when he parted, his lips stained with red, his breath agitated.
-What are you doing to me? - he asked, his voice broken, as if it were him who was being devoured.
You didnât answer. Instead, it was you who kissed him. Your lips found theirs, mixing the metallic taste of your blood with the despair of a desire they had both tried to deny for too long.
The kiss was clumsy at first, but soon became ferocious. His hands lifted you just off the ground, sticking more to his body. Your heart beat against his chest like a wild drum, and he groaned against your mouth, lost in a mixture of hunger and passion.
That night, in the deserted hall of the mansion, what had begun as a blood pact turned into something much more dangerous: a physical union, intense, secret.
No one knew. No one could know.
But from that moment on, Sunghoon was not only drinking your blood. He had also begun to drink of yourself.
Nights stopped being an accident.
It was no longer a coincidence that you ended up in the mansion, nor that he looked for you in empty hallways. It had become a secret habit: fleeting glances in the classroom, messages hidden in a book, a deliberate rubbing in the hallway that ended with the two escaping to some corner invisible to the others.
One of the many afternoons afterwards, you were in the library.
The place was in darkness, empty at that time. Sunghoon cornered you between the shelves, cold breath in your neck.
-I couldnât hold it till tonight -he whispered, the fangs rubbing your skin.
When it bit, a groan escaped from your throat, choked against the back of a book. The pain mixed with a heat that ran all over you, and your hands clung to his shoulders as if in this way you could withstand the storm he unleashed on you.
His lips ran down your neck, down to your collarbone, leaving moist traces that lit up inside you. One of his hands slipped under your skirt.
-Hoon... - whispered, barely aware of what you were saying.
He separated for a second, his lips stained with red, his eyes burning.
-Tell me to stop... and I will.
But you didnât.
You kissed him. Desperate, hungry.
The days were passing and the station was finished to make way for the next. Your wrists and neck bore marks you hid with long sleeves and scarves, but your eyes shone in a way no one could explain.
Sunghoon, for his part, seemed more human than ever. He laughed with you secretly, his gestures softened when they were alone, and more than once you caught him looking at you as if he hated you for how much you attracted him.
-You make me weak, he said to you once, with my forehead resting on your shoulder, after I had kissed you until you were out of breath. And it shouldnât be.
-Maybe you whispered. Or maybe youâre just being honest for the first time in your life.
He laughed low, a sound so rare in him that it raised your skin.
But intimacy came at a price.
One day, after one of these encounters, as you were leaving the mansion, you met Riki. He watched you in silence, his eyes cold, and although he said nothing, you knew that he had noticed the metallic smell on you.
Another day, you saw Sunoo follow you with her eyes too long, as if trying to solve a riddle.
And yet, you came back. Again and again.
Because now it was impossible to stop him.
The relationship between them had mutated into something secret, dark and addictive. He not only drank of you; he called for you with every caress, with every desperate kiss, with every word cut in the gloom.
The clock in the mansion marked midnight when he first took you to his room. It was not with words, but with the urgency of his hands squeezing yours, with tension in his jaw and burning darkness in his gaze.
The room was spacious, with heavy curtains and antique furniture, too solemn for what was about to happen. But as soon as the door was closed, the aristocratic prince disappeared, and in his place remained a man consumed by desire.
She gently pushed you against the bed, her mouth trapping yours with restrained violence. Your fingers slid down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as his hands roamed your waist with a mixture of anxiety and devotion.
â You are a poison to me -she panted, separating just a few centimeters to look at you. His red eyes shone, the fangs grazed your lower lip- It could destroy you...
-Then do it, you whispered, challenging him.
That was the breaking point.
The shirt fell to the ground, and your lips met again in a wet, hungry, endless kiss. His hands went through your skin, exploring every nook and cranny as if he wanted to memorize it. The rubbing of his fingers was fire, and your body responded with each caress, with each touch more daring than the previous one.
He leaned over you, his lips down to your neck, leaving bites and kisses that mixed with the stings of his fangs. Every drop of blood was a shared ecstasy: pain, pleasure, desire and hunger in the same instant.
-Your taste... drives me crazy -he murmured against your skin, before sinking back into you.
Your groans filled the room, choking against his lips, against his pillow, against the skin of his neck when you held him tightly.
The weight of his body on yours, the rubbing of his hips, his hands holding you in despair... everything became a whirlwind impossible to separate. The boundary between hunger and desire disappeared.
That night, in the gloom of the mansion, the bodies spoke a language that needed no words.
The dawn came in shy through the curtains of the room.
Sunghoon was still by your side, sleeping on the messy sheets, with one arm around your waist. His face, at rest, looked like that of a fallen angel: perfect, serene, vulnerable. Nothing was left of the predator that had bitten you so desperately a few hours before.
You watched him in silence. If any of his companions saw him, they would not recognize him. The cold and distant aristocratic prince now clung to you as if you were his only refuge.
When she opened her eyes, the almost imperceptible blush on her cheeks surprised you.
-You stayed, he murmured, his voice hoarse from sleep.
-Did you want me to leave? - You asked, bowing an eyebrow.
He refused slowly, with a barely drawn smile on his lips.
-No. I never do.
In the following days, something changed.
Sunghoon began to look for you beyond secret encounters. He would sit closer to you in the classroom, leave notes hidden in your notebooks, and even risk looking at you in public for too long.
His friends noticed him. Jay watched him with suspicion, Sunoo seemed increasingly curious, and Riki frowned directly when he saw him distracted.
But Sunghoon didnât seem to care anymore.
With you, he became another. He spoke of his childhood in that gloomy mansion, of the loneliness of growing up under a name full of history, of the constant pressure to be perfect.
-You... - he said one night, his lips brushing your hair. Youâre the only thing that makes me feel free.
You embraced him, feigning tenderness, while inside you smiled coldly. Every word he confessed was another chain that tied him more to you.
One afternoon, a small black box appeared in your locker. Inside, a silver pendant with a dark stone in the center.
A symbol of his family. An object that no one outside his lineage should have.
-Itâs for you, he said, when you confronted him in private.
-Isnât it dangerous? - You asked, even though you already knew the answer.
He held your hand, closing it around the pendant.
-Youâre the only thing Iâm willing to break the rules for.
Your lips curled into a soft smile. You kissed him, and he thought it was an honest answer.
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That night, as he slept again by your side, his arms around you as if you were his salvation, you looked at the pendant over your chest and thought of your family.
The oath of vengeance still burned in your blood.
And though the weight of his quiet breath against your neck almost seemed a comfort, you could not forget your goal
Spring was beginning to appear in the gardens of the mansion when everything began to crack.
Sunghoon was closer to you than ever. In class, he protected you from malicious comments. In the hallways, he stood between you and anyone who tried to bother you. At night, his hands and lips searched for yours with an urgency that he no longer tried to hide.
But that same intensity began to attract attention.
Jay was the first to confront him.
-What are you doing, Hoon? - he asked him one evening, in the library, in a low but sharp voice.
-Nothing, he replied, too fast.
Jay looked at him in silence, as if he knew the answer without needing words.
-Sheâs human. Donât forget.
Sunghoon looked away, clenching his fists.
-Itâs not "she". Itâs y/n.
The harshness of his voice made Jay not insist, but in his eyes was the certainty that the prince was falling.
A week later, you were invited, almost dragged, to the mansion for an official dinner with Sunghoonâs family.
The atmosphere was suffocating: long dark corridors, servants who watched you as if you were a mistake in the painting.
Sunghoonâs mother, elegant and cold, barely gave you a smile. The father, silent, fixed his gaze on you as if he could decipher your blood with a single glance.
-She is not like the others, said Sunghoon suddenly, interrupting the silence of the banquet. Her hand looked for yours under the table.
Discomfort spread like poison in the air.
Later, when he accompanied you to the garden, he stood in front of you with his eyes shining under the moon.
-I donât care what you think. If I have to face everyone, I will.
You kissed him softly, containing the cruel smile that threatened to escape.
Riki began to follow you with her gaze every time you passed by. Jungwon, always observant, kept silent, but the air was tense when you were nearby. And Sunoo, with his friendly smile, asked you directly one day in the hall:
-What do you really feel about Sunghoon?
You managed to laugh, feigning nervousness, deflecting the question with an innocent gesture.
It was a quiet weekend, or so everyone thought.
You were with sunghoon, in his bed, it was a habit already, that nobody questioned.
-Iâve been thinking... - he started, in a low voice, almost nervous.
You looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
-Isnât that kind of weird for you?
He uttered a soft laugh, but immediately became serious again.
-Iâm not someone who trusts easily. You know that.
You nodded in silence.
âBut with you... itâs different. - His gaze stuck on you, intense, as if he could read every corner of your soul. I donât know how it happened, or why I canât stop it. I just know that every time youâre around, I feel like Iâm not... a monster.
His words were suspended among you. And for the first time, it was not an act. Your chest tightened, a strange heat went up your throat, and you knew that something inside of you had changed.
You hated him, you hated everything his family had done. But that boy who looked at you with so much fear and desire at the same time... that boy loved him.
Without answering, you raised a hand and brushed his cheek. His skin was cold, but upon contact with your fingers, a shiver ran through him. He leaned toward you, slowly, as if afraid to break you.
It was a needy kiss. His hands found your waist, and you clung to her neck, letting the closeness become dangerous.
When his fangs grazed your lower lip, you did not retreat. On the contrary, you drew him closer to you.
-You know you can do it whenever you want -whispered, without fear.
His mouth went down to your neck, and the pleasurable pain of the bite tore you out of a soft gasp.
Later, with your head resting on his chest, you heard the slow beat of his heart. Sunghoon stroked your hair, whispering words that looked like promises.
-Iâll never leave you. Even if I have to face my family, my friends... even if it costs me everything.
Your eyes became wet, though he did not notice. Because those words, so pure, so sincere, were a chain that tied you more tightly to him.
And that made it all the more cruel.
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One afternoon, as you left the literature classroom, Jungwon crossed your path. His expression was calm, but there was a firmness in his gaze that made you tense.
-Be careful - he said simply - without giving any further explanation.
You didnât need any more. You understood that they were watching you, that they were suspicious.
Sunoo, on the other hand, seemed different. He approached with his friendly smile, as usual, but his tone concealed something else.
-Heâs changed since you got here. I donât know if for good or bad... but he did.
Jay, on the other hand, was more direct. One night, when you were leaving the library, you found him waiting for you.
-Donât hurt him. - His voice was low, but sharp as a knife.
You didnât answer. You faked confusion, surprise... but inside, the pinch of guilt became stronger.
Meanwhile, at the Park mansion, the servants were muttering. You had been back there a couple of times, and you noticed how their eyes followed you like obedient shadows.
One night, crossing one of the corridors, you felt the frosty rub of a look that needed no words. It was Sunghoonâs mother, watching you from the top of the stairs.
-You are not welcome here -she said in a soft, almost courteous, but poison-laden voice.
Sunghoon appeared instantly, standing between the two.
-Sheâs with me.
The mother did not reply, but the threat remained floating in the air like an invisible dagger.
And yet, every time you were alone with him, the inner conflict tore you apart.
Your plans for revenge burned deep in your mind, reminding you of the blood that that family had shed. But when Sunghoon looked at you with those sincere eyes, when his lips searched for yours with tenderness and need, everything staggered.
He fell in love more every day. And you, too, despite yourself.
One afternoon, in the same greenhouse where they had so many times shared secrets, Sunghoon took your hand forcefully.
-I donât want to hide it anymore. - His eyes shone with a dangerous determination.- Iâm going to tell everyone that youâre with me.
The world stopped at that instant.
You smiled, softly, as if to support him. But inside of you, an alarm went off. If he did, your whole plan would fall apart. You couldnât let that happen.
That was the moment you decided: the end must come soon.
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The mansion was quiet when you arrived. The servants led you without a word through the endless corridors, to a spacious hall lit only by the glow of candles.
There he stood, waiting for you. Park Sunghoon.
His eyes shone upon seeing you, as if the whole world were reduced to your silhouette framed in penumbra.
-You came, he whispered, with a relief that hurt.
He approached slowly, as if he feared you would flee. He took your hands between his and held them with trembling firmness.
-I have thought too much. - His voice was loaded with an emotion you had never heard of him before. I can no longer contain it.
He took a deep breath, his lips barely touching yours.
-I love you, Y/N.
Time stood still.
You felt the air crack inside of you, your ribs clenching with excruciating pain. Because you said it in secret too, though you never should have.
Your fingers clung to his shirt, and you kissed him like never before, as if at that instant you wanted to stop the destiny that was already written.
That night was different. Their caresses were not just desire, but desperate tenderness. Their kisses were not hunger, but the need to hold you. Every touch of his skin against yours was a silent plea: stay.
And you embraced him, kissed him, received him with all your being. Because you knew it would be the last time.
When he finally rested with his forehead against yours, panting and happy, you looked him in the eye. Those eyes that were no longer those of a monster, but those of a man in love.
And that was the moment you decided to do it.
The stake has been hidden under your coat since you entered the mansion. Your fingers found it with a tremor that you didnât know if it was of fear, hate⊠or love.
Sunghoon smiled softly, not noticing your tension.
-I would trust you with my life.
The irony was a knife in your chest.
-I know, you whispered, with a broken voice.
And before he could react, you drove the stake right through his heart.
His cry was brief, suffocating. His eyes were wide open, filled with unbelief and pain. He extended a hand to you, as if still seeking your face, but his body began to crumble into ashes before your eyes.
-P⊠why� - he went on to say.
Tears ran down your cheeks when you answered him with a frozen firmness:
-Because your family killed mine.
The dust spread in the air, and the hall was silent.
You stood, breathing hard, your hands stained with ashes. Your heart beat frantically, broken between satisfaction and absolute emptiness.
You had fulfilled your revenge.
You had destroyed the heir of the family that ruined yours.
But you also killed the only man you ever truly loved.
The tears kept falling, silent, as you turned and walked toward the exit. Each step resounded like a hollow echo in the empty mansion.
You were the winner. And at the same time, the most defeated.
Hiiii!! so this is my first first first one shot i write in my life, i hope everyone that read this enjoyed (not the finalđ) . But i have so many things in mind... I've already something for the next update. Anyway, don't forget to tell me if you liked it and what i can improve. Also i'm also crying, this ending was really not cool, but it's the story hehe.
