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[mixedharmonysimz]

𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜

[hazysaturn]

dracula | stray kids

word count: 735

sentence summary: chris is feeling a bit weird on a halloween night, and stops by your house to get some help. /chaos ensues.\ 

the doorbell rang for the nth time that night, and you groaned aloud before reaching over the couch and grabbing the candy bowl. although you were annoyed by the fact that no one else wanted to help you with the candy giving operations, you couldn’t help smiling every time you saw a kid dressed in a cute costume. (especially when there was a baby dressed in a fuzzy animal onesie.) 

you reminded yourself that you only had to do this until for a couple more hours, and that’s when your parents would allow you to go to the haunted house that your friends were hosting. (it was actually a party, but they didn’t need to know that.)

plastering a big smile on your face, you propped the candy bowl at your hip and opened the door. 

but, instead of a cute little baby or prepubescent kid, you were met by a blond-haired boy dressed in black, who had his finger hovering over the doorbell to ring again. 

“oh, hey chris,” you said, putting the bowl of candy on the floor, “why did you come early? the party doesn’t start until . . . are you okay?” 

you stopped your own sentence, because your friend that just showed up had eyes that were wide and wild in fear, and you could see two distinct spots of blood on his lips. 

“i don’t, i don’t know what’s happening to me,” he said, walking into your house and tripping over the threshold. he would have fallen if you hadn’t caught him by the shoulders, helping him stand up straight again. 

“what do you mean? are you sick?” you asked, and quickly put a hand over his forehead. it wasn’t hot as you expected, and you frowned as you lead him to your couch. 

“i’m not feverish, i think,” he mumbled, “but my body just feels really, i dunno, weird? and it’s freaking me out.”

“weird? like in what way?” you inquired, and he sighed before speaking again. 

“like, i’m always really cold,” he said, clasping his hands together. 

“my teeth hurt sometimes during the night and but when i look at them nothing seems wrong.” 

“i’ve gotten more sensitive to the sun, and when it’s really sunny my skin feels itchy like i’ve got fleas on me.” 

“and today i tried to eat some garlic bread but then my throat started burning up and i threw up. i mean, i can’t be allergic, right? it doesn’t make any sense. and when i was coming over here my eyesight got fuzzy and my body was aching and i thought i was dying again and-”

“chris, breathe,” you interrupted, rubbing his back and putting a hand over his heart to calm him. you turned yourself so that you faced him and he did the same, his eyes shining with tears. 

“you’re not gonna-holy shit,” you exclaimed, your entire body freezing up at the sight of chris's eyes. 

his eyes were grey. 

you realize that his heartbeat picks up again, as the tempo goes faster and he grabs your hand that is resting on him. 

“what? is there something wrong?” he asked, and you gulp before nodding at him. 

“your eyes,” you said, removing your hand from his back, “they’re, uh, grey.”

his face stiffens, and you two spend a moment staring at each other, absolutely bewildered. then, he lets go of your hands and gets up from the couch and starts running down the hallway to your bathroom. 

and then he shrieks yells. 

he runs out of the bathroom, and you notice that large white teeth and sticking out his mouth and covering the two spots of blood that you had seen earlier. 

he has fangs. 

so you shriek yell too. 

both of you guys shriek yell. (until you run out of energy).

“you’re a fucking vampire!” 

“i know!”

“i was right!” you exclaimed, putting a fist into the air in victory. chan arches an eyebrow at you. 

“did you bet on me?” he asks, his eyes growing wide and the space-like color in them intensified. 

“yeah! i mean, you didn’t sleep for four days! what else was i supposed to think, that you’re normal?” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“ugh,” he groaned, burying his face into his hands, “what am i going to do?”

“i’m not really sure edward,” you answered, “but seungmin owes me ten dollars.” 

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