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bite me | yeol&min

Faint outlines and darkness flood his vision when his eyelids flutter open ever so slightly — the first thought that enters his mind is Chanyeol.

Minseok would never admit it - not now, now now at least - as his fingers grasped onto the soft sheets, searching for the other’s hand, body, anything. Only to meet the cold surface of smooth satin.

He’s never liked darkness much, but somehow the darkness of this room doesn’t frighten him much. It’s almost as if he’s been here before - before today. The room doesn’t spin as much as it did initially, and he’s thankful for that. Although that doesn’t mean he’s completely fine — Minseok realizes this when he almost stumbles off the bed, hands quickly reaching to support himself with the edge of the bedside table. The moonlight filtering in through the window blinds guide him towards the door - quietly.

Should he be escaping from Chanyeol, or finding Chanyeol?

A quiet whimper slips from his lips as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead, blood pounding in his head painfully as he takes a breath to calm himself. If the vampire had wanted him for his blood, he’d probably be dead already. He would’ve been sucked dry, void of any single drop of blood. But yet, here he was, alive and well - save for a few missing points of blood.

These thoughts run through his mind as he makes his way through the halls, one hand on the wall, supporting himself up on his wobbly legs; but one thought stands out prominently amongst the rest: Why does this house seem so familiar?

He’s never been here before - so why does he know that if he turns down that hallway, it’ll lead him to the kitchen? Why does he know that the third door on the left will lead to the bathroom? Why does he knows that the door at the end of hallway is a storeroom? And why is his feet taking him towards the fifth room on the right?

The answer is presented to him moments later as he steps into the dimly lit room, stumbling back just a little; stunned at the presence of another vampire - Minseok can sense from his dressing and posture - a pureblood. But who—?

The question isn’t allowed to slip from his mouth as the other creature turns, a knowing smile on his face and then there’s the gush of wind around the room. Like someone left the window open, and let a draft come in.

Gone.

"W-who-" He stutters out, eyes wide as Chanyeol by his side in a less than a second - and he’s swept off his feet, quite literally, a squeak of surprise sounding around the room as his arms snake around the other’s neck securely. And then Chanyeol is fussing over him again - and as much as his common senses are screaming at him to run, something deep inside of him decides that the elder is harmless. ( He’d be lying if he said the attention on him wasn’t what he liked. )

"My love— my love, are you feeling better? I must’ve took too much blood, love - I’m so sorry." A low murmur breathes into his ear as he feels chapped lips press against his forehead; he lets himself revel in the affection for a second or two, before shaking his head, biting down on his bottom lip. "I-I told you Chanyeol— you’ve got the w-wrong person— I’m just Minseok."

Chanyeol is angry, feeling betrayed and lied to by the one man he has learned to trust with his life. But his sire is unapologetic with his words, laying down the reality of the situation like it is to Chanyeol.

They leave the room where Minseok is left and cross down the hallways to get to the living area. The house had been designed with Minseok's (old Minseok?) plans for their 'dream' house when they had still been together and still very much in love. It is just now that Chanyeol realized he had used his past lover's architectural blue prints to create every home he's made since that day.

He's not yours. There is a chance he might not ever be yours.

Chanyeol would be submissive and heed to the others of his sire if it not that his heart aches with desire. He wants Minseok to be his again. To be his sight in the morning when he wakes, and his last thought before slumber. He wants Minseok again.

"Tch, You have always been far too attached to humans," his sire scolds, his red eyes piercing. "I'm not surprised you're being stubborn now despite no longer being young. But I guess it's my fault, for having turned you when you were still a teenager."

His sire stands by the windows, ready to say goodbye, when the hairs at the back of Chanyeol's neck stand, and his whole body feels Minseok's presence getting close. He raises to his feet and immediately goes to the other, holding the light, warm body against his own. Minseok is different, alive, truly alive, and Chanyeol is smitten all over again.

I'm just Minseok.

Chanyeol ignores him and carries him to the kitchen, placing the petite body down over the counter. He fetches Minseok a glass of orange juice for him so sip, and goes through his cabinets for something to make to eat. Minseok needs to eat, or lest he faint on Chanyeol again, and Chanyeol very much needs the other to talk things out.

"I have those cookies you've always liked," he says, pulling out a box from one of the counter tops. "And I can make you something if you're hungry."

He places the cookies on a plate and serves it for the other, unable to stop smiling. Minseok is real, and Chanyeol can feel himself breathe for the first time in centuries. He had been so lost these past years, unable to understand what he was missing, and who would think it'd be the cute man he saw every Friday afternoon?

"I'm sorry again. For scaring you, and biting you without your permission. Your blood," Chanyeol raises his fingers to his lips, smiling slightly, "is very sweet."

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blank space au ─ muse a is notorious for her promiscuous ways. she’s reckless with who she sleeps around with and dates, because quite frankly, she doesn’t care. muse a goes through boys like it’s nothing, but in walks muse b. muse a immediately takes a liking to the boy, and decides to pine after him. muse b however, knows about her reputation. he knows that if he were to get involved with muse a, he’ll either end up crazily in love, or left sitting on the curb with his heart in pieces. whether he decides to take up that blank space in muse a’s life right now, is up to him.

bad blood au ─ muse a and muse b are exes that ended on bad terms. now whenever they see each other around the halls at school, the only things exchanged are glares. all the two of them ever do is try to get on each other’s nerves; which means lots of flirting with random people in order to make the other jealous, and constant bickering. little do both of them know, they’re both still madly in love with the other. though they infuriate each other, there’s a spark between them that refuses to die. will they be able to put aside their childish fighting and accept the fact that they’re still crazy for each other?

style au ─ muse a and muse b are complicated to say the least. they’ve been on and off dating for the past few years. whenever they’re on again, they do nothing but fight. muse a gets jealous because muse b was flirting with the girl at the bar, muse a yells at muse b, muse b gets pissed off that she’d accuse him of doing that, they break up and somehow end up in bed the next night. they’re completely dysfunctional, but they can’t live without each other. the ups and downs of their relationships are what they live for. they might break up and drift away for however long, but they’ll always end up back together no matter what they do. it’s just in them to drift back to the other.

wildest dreams au ─ meet muse a, who is a wide eyed innocent and completely naive girl. her dad just got a new job, resulting in their family moving to a new city. she’s the new girl at school, and completely terrified. meet muse b, who’s a suave womanizer. he’s got words that’ll melt your heart and a smile that’ll make your brain go haywire. one day, muse a stumbles into muse b’s class; blushing and nervous. when muse a is forced to sit next to muse b, he takes this opportunity to zone in on his next target. muse a knows better than to get involved with muse a, but there’s something about his persona that pulls her in.

how you get the girl au ─ muse a and muse b had the picture perfect relationship; it was filled with nothing but adoration and the purest of love. but muse b’s father left his mother when they were young, and now he’s terrified of love. he’s terrified of opening up and letting someone in, because he thinks they’ll leave just like his dad did. so when he starts really falling for muse a, he calls it quit. he breaks things off with her without an explanation and leaves her heartbroken. it’s been 6 months, and muse b shows up at muse a’s doorstep. the past 6 months have been torture for the both of them, and muse b has finally talked some sense into himself. but muse a won’t let him back into her life that easily, he’ll have to work to get his girl back.

i know places au ─ muse a and muse b are both famous singers. this is their peak time in the music industry and all eyes are on them. but when they meet at an award show, sparks fly. they immediately start dating, but soon realize how tough it is to date someone when they’re constantly being watched by the public eye. they both like each other way too much to break things off just because of a few rumours being written in tabloids and the constant questions, but the pressure of it all is getting to them. will they be able to last under the scrutiny of the public eye?

you are in love au ─ muse a and muse b have been best friends for as long as they can remember. they’ve been attached at the hip since birth, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. they know each other better than anyone else and their friendship is to be envied. but now they’re in their senior year of high school. they’re desperately trying to spend more time with each other before they part ways for college, but the more time they spend with each other, the more they see each other in a different light. muse a and muse b are obliviously in love with one another; however, there’s a catch. muse a’s in a loving relationship and muse b would be anything to replace his girlfriend.

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bite me | yeol&min

He’s seen the piercing crimson eyes before - so it doesn’t startle him. Doesn’t startle him as much the bone-crushing hug he’s pulled into, the absolute desperation in Chanyeol’s tone as he feels the familiar press of tongue against skin. There’s a slight wince when the saliva comes into contact with his open wounds, but it disappears almost as fast as it appeared, and he doesn’t have to look to know that the two marks on his skin, where the fangs had broken through the skin, have closed up.

”It’s you.”

Yes, it’s me. Minseok wants to say — but what sense would that make? The thought of the possibility of vampires getting drunk on blood flitters through his mind - but that’s not possible. He doesn’t understand, and he doesn’t want to try to understand, because he feels so dizzy; everything is swaying from side to side and his eyes feel so out of focused. Chanyeol pulls back to look him in the eyes, and Minseok doesn’t know what to make of the genuine care and love he sees in the other’s red eyes - he chooses to fall forward, collapsing in the vampire’s arms, his legs finally giving way to the weakness of his body.

He vaguely registers being lifted off the ground, before sinking back down into soft, satin sheets — he needs something, something to eat - drink, anything to get his energy going. But his heart is still beating incredibly fast, head throbbing painfully as he tries to make sense of everything— anything. Minseok is scared, more scared than he’s ever been in his short life because Chanyeol is behaving strangely, and calling him strange names - lover?!

There’s a pause in his rapid thoughts - something strangely familiar about the way Chanyeol’s lips feel against the back of his hand, the way his fangs graze over the bone of his knuckles. It fills Minseok with warmth immediately - until he realizes there’s no way to explain such familiarity. He’s never been in a relationship before - never had such acts of intimacy with anyone. It’s a few seconds later that he weakly attempts to yank his hand away, shaking his head slightly - only to regret it moments later when the room spins once more.

"N-no..w-wrong person— I-I’m not.." He pauses, letting his eyes flutter shut as he struggles to find the correct words - what is he not? “…N-not…not your lover..”

And his instincts are screaming at him to run - maybe Chanyeol is one of those delirious vampires, pushed to the brink of insanity from starvation. Although that couldn’t be possible - since Minseok was still alive, and not drained dry of any blood. Yet, despite his instincts, there’s something deeper, at the very back of his mind that tells him Chanyeol would never hurt him. Tells him that whatever happens, he’s safe with the other. It dulls his fear just a little, the same words falling from his lips as he slowly slips away to unconsciousness; “N-not your..w-wrong…C-Chanyeol, wrong…” Who knew getting bitten was so exhausting?

He hears the same rush of wind he heard earlier before his eyelids fall shut.

The arrival of his sire does not go unnoticed. To ignore the presence of his lord, his creator, his master, is something he could never do. They share a bond that brands every cell in Chanyeol's body, thoughts and emotions easily shared and exchanged, their relationship strengthened by centuries spent together and apart. His sire gave him death and brought him back from it. But Chanyeol can't tear his eyes away from the boy in his bed, eyes holding him with marvel and awe. It's Minseok. It's his Minseok. But human. Fragile and mortal. But his.

"Why," does he start slowly, eyes slowly raising to his sire, "why did I not recognize him? Why could I not remember? How did I ever forget about Minseok?! Where has he been all this time?!" There's anger in his words, and resentment, because if anyone would know, it would be his sire. His sire would be the only one capable to holding such manipulative powers.

The man -- Sangwook -- levels him with a stare, his lips curled in disgust at the figure lying in the bed. The pathetic excuse of a once vampire that almost brought a second death to his child. He thought he had gotten rid of him.

"Chanyeol, do you remember what I told you when you were first young?"

"Don't change the subject!" Chanyeol turns completely, striding towards the taller man, his hands holding unto strong shoulders with a firm grip. "Tell me the truth! I deserve to know!"

"The reason I created you was because I had grown fond of you when you were a human child. The son of one of the maids, and the only boy in an empire to have no fear of approaching a king. You were like moonlight to me in your short years of childhood, and I became like a father into your adolescence," Sangwook speaks, effectively silencing the other, cupping Chanyeol's cheek. Chanyole's grip loosens as he feel the silent power from the man, but his lips are still twisted in a snarl, bloody fangs extended out. "I made you a vampire and you have filled my life with only happiness. But him -- that human -- he almost killed you."

Chanyeol hears the steel in his words, the underlying hate in the way he speaks. "And that's not his fault! He was mine, I made him mine. You allowed me to have him," he speaks, voice breaking at his words, tears gathering at his eyes. "You cannot take away something like this from me. You have no right."

Sangwook sighs, a hand reaching to pat the other's head but it's slapped away.

"Tell me, how he's alive. Why he's alive. Why isn't he a vampire? I tasted his death and kissed his awakening after conversion. Why does he not remember me?!"

"Because he is not yours," Sangwook says unkindly, stepping away from Chanyeol. There's a heat in his gaze, and the vampire has always been easy to anger. But never had it been Chanyeol to be the one on the other side of his rage. "He is a reincarnation of your past lover. It seems that a god has decided to give you a second chance at love. Or," Sangwook glares at the small body behind Chanyeol, "has opened a chance to finally kill you and rid you of this earth."

bite me | yeol&min

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It doesn’t hit him at first, too concerned with how ridiculous he must’ve looked, ducking his head sheepishly as he watched how his crimson blood stained the ice - he read somewhere once, that blood splatters so strikingly on snow because of the difference in temperatures. It fascinates him for a second or two, until he realizes he’s still on his knees, in the middle of a busy ice rink and he can’t get up without help, not with the stinging pain in his palms.

He doesn’t have to ask for help, because Chanyeol is on his knees and reaching for his wrist; the fact that he’s just spilt blood in front of a vampire, of all people, doesn’t register in his mind that quickly. Instead, he parts his lips, cheeks tinged a deep shade of red as he begins to stutter out words of apology. But Chanyeol is only hearing and not listening — Minseok realizes this when he feels the soft press of a wet tongue on his palm, eyes widening when it finally hits him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Everything is happening so quickly - he doesn’t even have the time to yank his hand back before he feels strong arms envelop his petite frame, and then — he can’t breathe— why is everything spinning—

He shuts his eyes, breathing heavily as the loud noises of children’s laughter and monotone chatter dulls almost immediately, replaced by a clatter of blades against the floor - there’s a change in the atmosphere.

They’re no longer at the outdoor ice rink - that, Minseok knows. But where they are now, he doesn’t. And he doesn’t have the slightest amount of time to even ask, or think, because everything is in a frenzy and Chanyeol is shoving him up against the wall, panicked, shallow inhales of breath leave his lips and echo around the room when he feels his cheek pressed against the cool surface.

Squirming does him no good - not against a vampire like Chanyeol, not when his hands are pinned above his head like this, sandwiched between the wall and the body that is Chanyeol. And he makes the mistake of arching his neck back, trying to plead with the other to stop whatever he was doing; on his tip-toes because his wrists were held up so high, exposing the pale expanse of his neck.

"C-Chanyeol— stop—! What are- w-what are you doing—! Let me g-go!" He begs, feeling his eyes begin to water in the absolute fear of what was to happen - was he wrong to think that, in some way, Chanyeol was different from the rest of the vampires?

An involuntary shiver runs up his spine when he feels the taller’s hot breath ghosting over his sensitive neck, not relenting in his struggles to break free - until he feels a sharp shot of pain run through his body. His breath hitches audibly as he jolts, ceasing in his feeble attempts to escape, eyes fluttering shut as he feels fangs sink into his neck. The memory he has of Chanyeol telling him about what it feels like to be bitten earlier on in the day flitters through his mind - and it feels exactly like that. A broken whimper falls from his lips as his body goes limp, mind going blank because all he can think about is how strange — how strangely erotic it feels to have your blood drawn from you. To say it was pleasurable was an understatement, Minseok felt like he was on cloud nine, body weightless in the other’s hold.

But even in the haze of lust and pleasure, something is amiss. He can feel the strength in his body seeping out - he feels faint, light headed, dizzy. And it takes everything he has left, and the tiny bit of consciousness he’s been clinging to, to push back against Chanyeol. He mewls quietly when he feels the shift of fangs inside his vein - such a strange sensation, especially since there wasn’t a bit of pain at all - and then he feels the same fangs retracting. The hands there were pinning his wrists to the wall fall to his waist, and he’s spun around a little too quickly for his liking - feet unsteady as he wobbles, a hand on his forehead because the room seems to be spinning just as quickly as well. When he speaks, his voice is scared, and quiet, and weak - save from the pounding of his heart and the throbbing in his veins because being bitten is something he never could’ve imagined.

"P-Please— d-don’t hurt m-me, Chanyeol—"

January 23rd, 1164

"You're staring again," his sire scolds gently from across from him, looking at his fledgling with a look in his eyes. Chanyeol turns his bright hazel eyes from the window, staring back at his master with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, sir," he replies, the dialect of the area falling from his lips perfectly. "I can't help it. He's beautiful. I haven't seen someone like him in so long." His heart longs to join the boy outside their manor, and his sire smiles as their bond is filled with Chanyeol's bright emotions. His sire shook his head with a chuckle, reaching over to ruffle Chanyeol's hair with fondness.

"You have lived for many centuries already and seen beautiful men and women. What makes this boy so different?"

"I don't know," he says truthfully, his gaze returning to the boy working at the stables. "He looks sweet."

May 6th, 1165

Minseok is nervous again, blushing hard, fingers working at the hem of his shirt as Chanyeol grins from above him. Stuttered confessions are whispered that night with only the moon as witness, and Chanyeol finally feels alive once again after five hundred years.

July 1st, 1167

"Be mine," Chanyeol says with a heat in his words, gripping the others arms. "Live a long, long happy life with me. Let me," he murmurs, leaning in towards Minseok's neck with extended fangs, the man pliant in his arms, "make you mine forever."

November 14th, 1467

Chanyeol screams, the sound piercing as he feels something being ripped apart from his very soul, red eyes wide as they stare at the falling figure of his lover. The body doesn't even make it to the ground, a final smile headed his way as Minseok withers to dust right before his eyes and his ashes are carried away by the night wind.

The vampire hunters manage to run away for only seconds before they're attacked by the frantic, raging vampire. Chanyeol is blinded by anger and grief, and that night, he leaves a bloodshed behind in his wake.

Present

Chanyeol pulls away with a gasp, releasing a heavy pant as every detail of his life begins to intertwine and finally connect in his head. A lost time in his life is filled with memories of a love that had tainted every aspect of his being, a man that had breathed life into him, ripped apart from his arms by hunters that hated their very kind.

Minseok. Minseok. Minseok.

Chanyeol twists the man in his arms with wide, red eyes, unable to even believe it. His heart thuds in his chest, and it's him, it's Minseok. But it's not. His frenzy is broken by the soft fear filled words, and Chanyeol gasps once more, taking the man in his arms in a crushing hug.

"It's you," he breathes out, tongue making work of the bite he had laid upon his lover. No, human. Chanyeol swallows and his heart can't help yearning to believe the unthinkable, watches the way the two small wounds close up and the blood beings to dry over the pale skin. "It's you. It's you."

It's not. It's not.

Chanyeol's grip slowly loosens, pulling back to gaze at the other's face. Chanyeol cups Minseok's cheek, staring at him with tenderness in his eyes. "My love, I'm sorry, I scared you. Are you alright? It's been so long. I'm sorry. I'm so happy...It's you. It's you. You're back with me, everything will be alright, I promise."

Chanyeol picks the boy up in his arms delicately, carefully carrying him over to the bed in the room. They're at his home, more specifically, at his room, and Chanyeol lays Minseok down over the soft, silk sheets with gentle fingers. "I didn't mean to scare you," he murmurs, holding unto Minseok's hands, letting their fingers lace together. He brings the smaller man's hand up to his lips, kissing each knuckle at the back of his hand. "I thought I had lost you forever."

bite me | yeol&min

It takes another few sips of his tea, and two cookies for him to calm down a little, heartbeat slowing to what was acceptable; instead of the pounding earlier. Although it proves to be somewhat futile, the same amount of blood rushing to his cheeks and coloring them a light shade of pink at the other’s directness. But perhaps he was getting ahead of himself - it definitely wasn’t a date. None of that sort of thing - Chanyeol had just said so himself, that vampires and humans in a relationship are complicated. It made him think, though, the amount of pain one must be put through in such a relationship. And then again, there was always the idea of conversion…

”My favourite place…” Minseok starts, cupping his mug in his hands, chewing down on his bottom lip thoughtfully - a habit of his own whenever he was thinking; “I have so many - but I love going to the ice rink! I don’t know how to ice skate though, I’m scared of going alone and falling everywhere on the ice and not having anyone to help me up, so I always just sit on the sides and enjoy people watching. It relaxes me and fills me up with such joy to see so many people having a fun time.” He sighs softly, content at the thought.

And Chanyeol really wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to take Minseok.

It took them less than ten minutes for Chanyeol to haul Minseok to the bedroom and wrap him up in a scarf and jacket, making sure to zip it all the way up because “Minnie, you look like a cute snowman like this!" - all the while with a flustering Minseok trying not to stutter and fumble with his entire face burning red. And then another half an hour for them to arrive at the ice rink near Minseok’s own apartment - and in all honesty, he was immensely content with just sitting on the benches, with a cup of hot chocolate in hand as he reveled in the affection and love radiating off the people around him. But Chanyeol had other plans — plans he made known to Minseok when he marched right back with two pairs of ice skates for the both of them.

And another five minutes later, Chanyeol was tugging a flailing Minseok onto the ice; he was beyond terrified — how the heck did these people make it look so easy?! Fingers curling into the fabric of the elder’s coat as he struggled to stand on his own, a small grunt of distaste at how easy it seemed for the vampire, the same vampire who had said “I’ve never skated before either, it can be an experience for the both of us."

"What lies." He mumbles under his breath, cheeks colored a cherry red from the cold, and not from Chanyeol’s words for once - and it was bound to happen. He knew it would happen from the very moment he stepped onto the ice.

He’d like to think it was a graceful fall - but Minseok knew he was anything but graceful. One moment he was struggling in a pathetic attempt to move without holding onto the taller’s jacket, and the next, he was falling forward, palms outstretched as he tumbled onto the rough surface.

The ice rink isn't too full, various couples and small families lingering around, happily moving in circles around the rink. Chanyeol gets a pair of skates in their sizes, and is quick to move Minseok to join the fun. Of course he's ice skated before, and even as a vampire, he carries himself with perfect balance, taking advantage of it as he guides the smaller on his feet. His large hands hold unto Minseok as their laughter rings around, small children giggling at the pair as they try to match a nice pace.

The spurt of happiness is cut short when Minseok pushes away from Chanyeol, and the other is too distracted to catch the way the smaller male loses balances and falls over the floor. The air shifts around him and Chanyeol inhales sharply once, body locking together as his visions focuses solely on the man at his knees. The first droplets of crimson red fall unto the pristine ice, Minseok's face torn in pain and embarrassment as he attempts to hold himself up, Chanyeol stiff and useless by his side. Hazel eyes turn a soft shade of crimson red as the sweet scent burns strong in his nostrils, and it feels like an outer body experience, something lost hitting him like a bullet in the face, his head chanting for him to take, take, take.

Chanyeol kneels before Minseok, and without a word, takes hold of the other's wrist. Minseok's lips move to apologize or protest -- Chanyeol can't hear, a dull rush tapping out every other sound as he brings the small, bloody hand to his lips. His tongue reaches out and flicks over the bloody cut, and he loses it completely.

Arms suddenly reach out and wrap tightly around Minseok, a rush of wind wrapping around them and in a blink of an eye, they're gone.

Skates fall to the floor with a loud thud as Chanyeol maneuvers their body until Minseok is pressed to a wall, his back pressed tightly to Chanyeol's chest. Chanyeol buries his face against Minseok's neck, hands holding up the smaller's wrist high over his head to hold him in place. "Fuck," he curses in a gruff voice, a possessive trait in his words, nose running down Minseok's neck before his tongue runs up the curve of it, right over a prominent vein. His fangs press against the soft skin and without hesitation, they sink in, his grip on Minseok tightening as his taste buds are filled with the exquisite taste. His mind registers the delicious taste, but something else, his vision going white at the sudden rush of forgotten memories fill him.

And in that moment, in somewhere far away, his sire wakens from his sleep at the realization of a broken spell.

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bite me | yeol&min

"Is it admirable, or stupid?" Minseok tilts his head to the side, laughing softly, running his fingers through his hair absent-mindedy; "Some seem to think of me as naive and dumb for working towards such a goal - but I don’t see anything wrong with it. Do you?" He questions, writing the word ‘blood lines’ on his note pad, before putting an asterisk near it. When he had time, he would be sure to go research that as well. "Love, vampires can fall in love with other vampires — and humans can fall in love with vampires, whether it stems from their true romantic feelings or infatuation masked with novelty, I do not know. But can vampires fall in love with humans?" Humming softly as he spoke - more to himself, than to Chanyeol. Minseok would never be satisfied with what he knew, he always had to know more, more.

Setting his book aside as he patted his cheeks, willing the red flush to dissipate quickly at the indirect compliment from the other, he let out a small noise of curiousity, peeking up at the other from under his bangs - he really needed to get a haircut soon; "Y-you can call me Minseok, or Minnie— Seokkie, my friends call me either one." When he spoke, his tone was softer, voice light and somewhat breathy; a nervous lilt in the undertones of his speech because he was nervous, nervous and excited — no other vampire had ever expressed an interest in him, other than his blood. Getting up, he slowly crossed the room towards his kitchen, getting out some small cookies along with tea; he wasn’t sure if Chanyeol ate human food - some vampires did, and some vampires didn’t, but it wouldn’t hurt to offer at the very least, right?

After placing everything on the tray, he returned to the little coffee table where they both sat on opposing ends, settling it down carefully as he plopped back onto his seat, crossing his legs comfortably while holding a steaming cup of tea. “Have some cookies - if you will.” Minseok chirped, a serene smile curving into the corners of his lips, pausing for a moment before continuing; “Just don’t bite the insides of your cheeks!” He puffed his cheeks up, pointing to them cheekily as he took a cookie for himself, munching on it thoughtfully; “What’s there to learn about me, Chanyeol-sshi? I’m just human - nothing exciting in my short life time, as compared to yours.”

"I do not. We're just..very hard creatures to handle. We think we're the owners of this world, but that's not to say all of us are evil." He hums at the question directed at him, because how can he ever explain? Humans have it easy, considering they may love but escape such suffocating emotion by dying. How can they ever understand what it's like to love like a vampire loves? "Vampires can fall in love with humans. But the way vampires love is very different. If we fall in love, we fall in love hard, intensely. We love for centuries, because time is the treasure we can give the most. If we love for a century, it will take us two to fall out love.Falling in love with a human is complicated, since they may die, and we -- well, we don't."

Chanyeol sucks in a breathe as the other male blushes, the rush of blood filling the room with the sweet, delicate scent. The nervousness in his voice, the brightness in his eyes. Minseok is too much, too much. "Minnie? That's adorable." The smile tilts back in his face, watching the other male rise and go over to the kitchen to fetch some snacks. Calm down, you're not some novice. And yet, Chanyeol feels a bit of excitement as he watches the other return to his place across from him after placing down the treats.

His eyes widened at the other's words, stunned in his place by the sudden impact they have on him. Chanyeol is silent for a couple moments too long, his mind wanting to pull up memories, but he comes up blank. "It's been some time...since someone's told me that," he says, a small, softer smile tugging at his lips. His eyes lower after he's reached out for a cookie, the hazel hue in his eyes turning brighter. He feels fond, but he doesn't know why. His eyes raise again, amusement playing in his eyes now.

"How about you tell me what's your favorite place to visit so I may take you?"

#para: stranger danger #yinkali

stranger danger

The normality of the day is what first lulls him into security.

His neighbor is watering the plants on the other side of the fence, the three bright blue birds he always sees coming home are perched in tree branch, and his newspaper is waiting for him at the mat of his door. Chanyeol fishes out his keys from his pocket, sliding his house keys into the slot of knob, and that's when he notices.

The pot of plants have been moved, and the curtains at the side windows have been drawn. He breathes in once, turning the knob and the door opens easily. It had been unlocked.

Carefully, he pushes it open without making a sound, his free hand reaching at the back of his pants to pull out his gun. He enters his home with careful steps, resting all his things over the floor before closing the door behind him. His eyes raise to the side and he notices his home security had been turned off and unplugged. It's not a burglar.

Chanyeol can only think of one room that could be of importance to anyone who knows of his military rank and he quickly makes his way around the corner, but is stopped short at the man lounging by his hallway. Immediately, he raises his gun, eyes squinting to try to recognize the face.

"Who are you?"

bite me | yeol&min

He shakes his head quickly, before nodding again. “I don’t ask any of them what it is like to bite - or to be bitten, I don’t know if it’ll offend them or make them think I’m only interested in what the media sensationalizes about vampires.” He starts, bowing his head just a little, a sheepish grin on his lips as he scratches the back of his neck with his hand; “Because, y’know, most people are only interested in what it’s like to be a vampire, the beauty of one, how to become one. And I want people to be interested in everything else - the immortality, the life they lead, what they do, stuff like that. Let them really really understand your species better.” Minseok knows he probably sounds entirely lame and ridiculous, but that’s the only way he could put it. Perhaps if the humans realized that vampires weren’t so different from them - the entire intermingling of both species would be reached a lot quicker.

"Only one tried to - the rest just stare at me like I’m food sometimes." He jokes quietly, although it is true to an extent. “Usually I make sure to have some packed blood on hand, in case some of them get really hungry.” He gestures to the mini fridge in the room to make his point, before falling silent as he listens to your words; his cheeks flushing red at how you describe it - he’s no stranger to the cult practice of human’s begging to be bitten by vampires just to experience it - the topic came up in one of his interviews before.

But now that he’s curiousity has been piqued, there’s no going back; “Have you drank blood recently? Some vampires have specific humans that they drink from - almost like their own…source of food, and they go back to them over and over time whenever their thirsting. Is that the same with you? Or do you have other ways you obtain nutrition?” He rambles on slightly, only stopping at the mention of the scent of his blood, ducking his head shyly; “Ah— what contributes to the scent of one’s blood? Or is it just something that occurs naturally? And I hope it’s someone good in your past, not bad.” Minseok muses softly, quickly writing down whatever you said on his notepad for his own future references. He also notes that he’s never been more flustered from a compliment - and such a strange one too, about the smell of his blood.

Ah, a pacifist. Chanyeol admires that of the younger one, his optimistic ideas of how vampire and humans can come together to finally live in harmony by teaching both humans and vampires about each other. Unfortunately, both creatures come from very different gods, and it'd take some time before either finally relents. "Vampires are very transcend creatures. We take without ever giving anything back, we've aided in wars just to see destruction and take in easy kills. Some believe we can only feel lust and hunger, even though I have seen generations of noble vampires fall in love. But the fact that you have hope for such demonic things like us, is something to admire for. Never did I think I saw a day where a human would invite a vampire into their home purposefully." And despite many legends about vampires being lies or fabrications of myths, it's very real how vampires can't enter homes without being invited. An advantage to the humans who ever need protection from looming evil.

"We call them blood lines - the humans, that vampires keep around. I have had my share of those, especially when I was a younger vampire. The last time I drank blood..," he trails off, needing to think about it because it's been some time since he's fed. "It was probably a few weeks ago. My sire is a vampire from a pureblood lineage, so I don't become as hungry as others." Sometimes he wonders if he goes hungry just to be spiteful. Chanyeol's a strange vampire. "I do enjoy the taste though, it's exquisite."

"Taste? Hm. If I were being honest, I'm not completely sure. But kinder, loving souls tend to be the most delicious," and he smirks at the words, unable to help himself. "Criminals don't ever taste very good. I can promise you you can only remind me of happier times in my life. Even if I quite can't remember them. I've lived for far too long, even my memories are starting to seem blurry," he chuckles, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

"You've been learning about me this whole time. When will I learn about you, Minseok-ssi?"

bite me | yeol&min

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"Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to be bitten?"

Minseok blinks once - and then twice, mouth open, gaping like a goldfish at the other. It wasn’t like he never wondered - he did, but somehow, he was content with what he knew. He never asked anyone, never researched how it felt, never got bitten before. But somehow he just knew that it would hurt — just for a fleeting second or two, as the fangs sink into the soft flesh and puncture the veins, it would hurt, but then it would feel as if you’re being lulled into a trance, almost euphoric. He doesn’t know why he knows that, but he doesn’t question it.

Nonetheless, it doesn’t make him fumble, hands going up to arrange his glasses better on the bridge of his nose; he had been having regular interviews with Chanyeol, yet the vampire never failed to not make him nervous. In a good way, of course, with the butterflies in his stomach fluttering in a frenzy. Chanyeol was a vampire, and although humans and vampire didn’t mix entirely, Minseok was so sure that one day they would. For now, he was content that people didn’t shun the other species, at the very least. The humans are curious about vampires - and if this curiousity never existed, Minseok would be pretty much unemployed.

"No— d-does it hurt? I imagine it’d hurt for a little while, a few seconds - and then it’d numb out into a pleasant buzz. What’s it like, Sir?"

It’s weird though - he’s met many vampires, interviewed many, but he’s never been as comfortable as he is with Chanyeol, with them. Interviewing them was unnerving, when he could feel their eyes roaming over the exposed skin of his neck ( He tried to make sure to wear turtle necks whenever he had one of these interviews ), could feel them trying to inch closer everytime he backed away. Chanyeol did none of those things - only answered his questions cooperatively and made the occasional joke that had Minseok giggling shyly. It’s almost as if they knew each other from before — but that’s crazy, Minseok was sure to remember a vampire when he met one.

Chanyeol has lived long enough that he's not amused by almost anything, finds it hard to create honest feelings to situations when he's probably relived everything more than a few times. There's even a time in his life he has no memory of, and he blames it mostly on the long life he's lived so far. Little eras that he doesn't concern himself with.

But now, he can't help but smile, the other's words so innocent and full of wonder. Minseok truly has no idea for someone who spends so much time with vampires.

"Have you ever asked the other men and women you interview?" He's curious, mostly. Chanyeol has seen it all, but until now has he seen the possibility of vampires and humans to co-exist peacefully. While it is still years away from them, vampires are no longer seen with fear and apprehension, but instead wonder and awe. They are beautiful creatures, after all, and Chanyeol has had many children walk up to him to ask him even about his bright eyes. "Have they ever tried to bite you?"

"It can be painful for us, too," he murmurs, legs cross as his hands lay delicately over us. "Our fangs can become sensitive if we don't drink blood for too long. But once the initial tear of skin is crossed, it's...pleasurable," his bright eyes raise to meet Minseok's, a smile curling at his lips. "It's like a rush of power and lust all at the same time. There is no feeling in this earth that can compare to it, for vampire and humans. Humans very easily become aroused after the first pain."

"I'm surprised you've never experienced it. You smell rather sweet. It remembers me of someone in my past."