my drug of choice? roommate!jongho who mastrubates to the thought of you whenever you arent home, your name coming out in soft pants/groans as he fists his thick cock.
anytime you leave the apartment, he'd immediately pull down his sweats and get to work stroking his already hard cock. sometimes just seeing you in the mornings getting ready to leave to school/work was enough for him to get hard.
god, he was so down bad, his hips would buck up into his hand wildly, imagining it's your pretty cunt he's pounding into. different scenarios also actively flash in his mind, mostly with you bent over, mewling around his cock as he fucks load after load into you.
he never bothered to fully close his door, knowing you're never home... except for the few times where you conveniently "forget" something and saunter back into the apartment, peeking through his door and watching your favorite show with sticky panties.
summary: a forbidden confession turns dangerously intimate as a penitent admits her sinful obsession with a priest, only for desire, power, and control to blur the line between repentance and damnation. in the shadows of a confessional, whispered fantasies escalate into a dark, taboo encounter driven by authority, corruption, and surrender, where sin is embraced rather than absolved and the cost of wanting becomes deliciously irreversible.
cw: explicit sexual content, religious kink, dubious morality, priest kink, authority figure kink, power imbalance, taboo relationship, sacrilegious themes, blasphemy, corruption, explicit sexual acts, masturbation, penetrative sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise and degradation, orgasm control edging, breeding kink, consensual choking
You’re kneeling in the dimly lit confessional, the wooden kneeler biting into your skin through the thin fabric of your skirt. The air smells faintly of incense and old wood, heavy with secrets. The lattice screen between you and Father Jongho is the only thing separating your trembling body from his steady, unyielding presence.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.
A low hum comes from the other side—deep, controlled, almost amused.
“How long since your last confession, child?”
“Too long,” you admit, cheeks burning. “I… I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Silence stretches. Then his voice drops, velvet and dark.
“Tell me exactly what you think about when you’re alone in your bed, touching yourself like the needy little sinner you are.”
Your breath hitches. You press your thighs together, already slick, already aching.
“I think about your hands,” you confess, words tumbling out in a rush. “How big they are. How they’d feel pinning my wrists above my head while you fuck me against the altar. I think about your mouth—how you’d bite my throat and tell me I’m going to hell for wanting a priest’s cock this badly.”
A soft, dangerous chuckle filters through the screen.
“Such filthy thoughts for such a pretty mouth. Keep going.”
“I imagine you bending me over the pews after mass,” you continue, voice shaking. “Skirt shoved up to my waist, panties ripped to the side, and you just… slamming into me. No mercy. Telling me I’m your dirty little secret while you fill me up until it drips down my thighs.”
You hear the faint rustle of fabric on his side. The slow, deliberate sound of a zipper being lowered.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, voice rougher now. “Right now. Slide your fingers under that skirt and show me how wet that cunt gets just from talking to me.”
You obey instantly, pushing lace aside, fingertips gliding through your folds. You’re soaked—obscenely so. A soft whimper escapes when you circle your clit.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Are you dripping for your priest? Is that tight little hole clenching around nothing, begging for something holy to stretch it open?”
“Y-yes, Father,” you gasp, hips rocking against your hand. “It’s throbbing. It hurts.”
“Describe it to me.”
“It’s… swollen. Hot. Every time I brush my clit I feel it pulse. I’m making a mess on the kneeler, Father. I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry,” he cuts in, voice thick with lust. “I want you to ruin it. I want every person who kneels here tomorrow to smell how desperate you were for me.”
You moan—quiet but broken. Your fingers slip lower, teasing your entrance.
“Put two inside,” he commands. “Fuck yourself the way you wish I was fucking you. Slow. Deep. Imagine it’s my cock splitting you open while I whisper how much of a whore you are for wanting this.”
You push two fingers in, gasping at the stretch. It’s not enough—not nearly—but the angle makes your palm grind against your clit with every thrust.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Pump that greedy pussy. Louder. Let me hear how wet you are for a man who’s supposed to be celibate.”
The slick sounds fill the tiny booth—obscene, unmistakable. Your breathing turns ragged.
“Father… I—I’m close already—”
“Not yet.” His voice is steel. “Edge yourself. Bring yourself right to the brink and then stop. Do it again. And again. Until you’re crying and begging me to let you come on my cock instead of your own fingers.”
You whimper, obeying. Each time you get close—body shaking, walls fluttering—you pull your fingers out, trembling, tears pricking your eyes.
“Please,” you sob after the fourth edge. “Please, Father Jongho… I can’t—I need—”
“Say my name again,” he demands. “Say it like you’re praying.”
“Jongho,” you choke out, voice wrecked. “Father Jongho… please fuck me. Please ruin me. I’ll be so good—I’ll take every inch, I’ll swallow every drop, just please—”
The screen between you rattles. Then his voice, closer, darker, almost against your ear through the lattice.
“Stand up. Turn around. Hands on the wall. Ass out.”
You scramble to obey, skirt hiked, panties shoved down to your knees, back arched, presenting yourself like an offering.
You hear him move—door opening, footsteps. Then heat at your back. Rough hands grip your hips, yanking you flush against him. You feel the thick, heavy length of him slide between your thighs, gliding through your soaked folds without entering.
“Look at this dripping cunt,” he mutters against your neck, teeth grazing skin. “Soaking a priest’s cock like the filthy penitent you are. You’re going to come just from me rubbing against you, aren’t you? No penetration. Not yet. Just my dick sliding through your slick little slit until you break.”
He rocks forward—slow, deliberate—cockhead bumping your clit on every pass. You’re shaking, sobbing, thighs trembling.
“Beg,” he growls.
“Please—please, Father—Jongho—fuck me, fill me, breed me, I don’t care—just let me come on your cock—”
He thrusts once—hard, deep, burying every inch inside you in one brutal stroke.
You scream—muffled against your own arm.
“That’s it,” he hisses, already pounding into you. “Take your punishment. Take every thick inch of your priest’s cock like the desperate little slut you’ve always been.”
The confessional fills with the wet slap of skin, your broken moans, his filthy praises.
“You’re clenching so fucking tight—gonna milk me dry, aren’t you? Gonna come all over the cock that’s supposed to be saving your soul?”
“Yes—yes—God, yes—”
“Come,” he snarls, hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough. “Come on your priest’s cock. Show me how much you love being damned.”
You shatter—vision whiting out, walls spasming, gushing around him as he fucks you through it, relentless.
He doesn’t stop.
Not until he’s buried to the hilt, groaning low against your ear as he floods you—hot, thick pulses that make you whimper all over again.
When he finally stills, he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of your neck.
“Say your act of contrition, baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked but smug. “And mean it this time.”
You whispered—breathless, shaky—still impaled on him.
MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing ✭ bf!jongho x f!reader
synopsis ✭ when you come home from a less-than-perfect day, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found, but you don't want to call him and ask him to come home while he's out with friends. even though he'd drop everything if he knew you were struggling.
content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI, established relationship, non-idol!au, hurt to comfort, slightly angsty, relatively fluffy (certainly the fluffiest thing i've ever written here)
word count ✭ 2.5k
note ✭ so this was something i really needed to write for myself, i think. for those who don't know (which is all of you lol) i have adhd. where i see it the most in my own life is chronic procrastination. it's something i've had to learn to cope with a lot throughout my life. a lot of times, when i feel the need to avoid feeling the stress of my personal life, i'll scroll on instagram or tumblr forever. which then leads to a heaping ton of guilt in the following hours as i try to make up for lost time. it's a wonderful cycle.
anyway, this is to say, that coping alone can be incredibly difficult. don't get me wrong, i have a handful of wonderful friends (who go to school across the country) and an angel of a therapist, but i often romanticize having someone there to help drag me out of those hopeless cycles. and not because i think i need someone to do it for me, but having that person is a really comforting thought. and, today, that is jongho i guess 😀
that being said, this mc doesn't necessarily have adhd, but they are certainly experiencing something that i experience very frequently as a byproduct of it.
like, is this smut? yeah, but im allowed to be emotional 😗
warnings ✭ mc is stressed af, protected sex, really soft sex (they're in love 😤)
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It was a terrible day. One of the worst you’d had in a while. Nothing seemed to be going your way. You’d ripped your favorite pair of tights this morning when getting ready in a hurry after waking up super late. You’d locked yourself out of the apartment. The seven dollar coffee you’d bought for yourself to cope with aforementioned events had spilt all over your desk, ruining the book you had just received as a gift from a coworker. And, to top it all off, your boss had demanded you to stay late to finish what was supposed to be his job.
So when you finally made it back to your apartment, after waiting in the lobby forever waiting for your landlord to let you in, you wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch with your boyfriend and fall asleep in his arms.
You were plagued with fatigue as you slipped out of your work shoes and made your way through the kitchen and into the living room, not finding him anywhere. The bedroom the two of you shared was also completely vacant. Nothing had changed since you’d left this morning. He hadn’t been home all day.
Maybe he’s just working late, you thought, slightly defeated knowing you’d have to wait for him, not knowing how long it would take.
Trying to take your mind off of it, you scrolled on your phone for a completely indiscernible amount of time, feeling completely defeated with the day you’d had. Moving in with Jongho months ago has been an incredibly helpful step for you. Before the two of you had lived together, you were a master of procrastinating your own feelings. Constantly letting yourself rot away in your bed and letting the day pass you by. Only to be plagued by that crushing guilt that came with letting a day go by unproductively. Living with Jongho had given you someone to hold you accountable. To pull you out of bed because sometimes it was impossible to do it on your own.
But on nights like these, where your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, which was not a common occurrence, you felt yourself slipping back into the endless cycle of losing yourself in your phone for countless hours.
Hours passed and the sun was almost completely down before you received a text from your boyfriend.
| jongho 🐻🤎: hey love, sorry i had to stay late for work today. i’m gonna go get some drinks with my coworkers.
| jongho 🐻🤎: that ok?
God, you felt so helpless. How horrible and controlling of a partner would you be to tell him ‘no?’ Did he ask? Yes, but you desperately didn’t want to be the girl who always needed to be by her boyfriend’s side. Telling him he couldn’t go out with his friends would make you feel like such a nuisance. You stared at the screen for a good two minutes, biting your thumb, trying to think of how to respond.
| jongho 🐻🤎: y/n?
| jongho 🐻🤎: i can see you read the message. is everything alright?
Before you could even draft a response, his name flashed across the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call.
“Hi,” you picked up.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” You could hear some of his coworkers in the background. He must already be at the bar.
You held in a sigh, “Nothing, I’m alright. Why?”
“Y/n, you read and didn’t respond to my message. Like you were overthinking a response."
You didn’t say anything. Overthinking yet another response.
“Love, I don’t even want to be here that badly. If you need me to come home, I will. But you’ve gotta tell me.” He was being so patient with you. So much more patient than you thought you deserved, though he would certainly disagree with that.
You took a deep breath, nearing tears, “I–” this was so incredibly hard, “Can you please come home? I didn’t really have a great day.”
“Of course, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”
“No, it’s alright. I just need to see you.”
“Ok, just hang in there alright. Why don’t you hop in the shower, and we can watch a movie when I get back. I’ll pick up some takeout on my way, too.”
When you hang up, you force yourself to get out of bed and get in the shower. It’s so rewarding and feels so relaxing that you can’t imagine why you ever couldn’t get out of the bed in the first place. But, of course, you say that every time.
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By the time you had gotten out of the shower and dried your hair, Jongho had made it home with the takeout he’d promised in hand.
When you left your bedroom, you saw him sitting on the floor in your living room. He’d lit a candle on the coffee table and set the food down with it. You could tell he’d changed out of his work clothes into a hoodie and basketball shorts, mirroring your almost identical outfit. He didn’t notice you at first. He was chatting to someone on the phone, seemingly a friendly conversation, and not one you wanted to interrupt. When he saw you, though, you heard him say goodbye to whoever was on the line.
Throwing his phone down on the couch, he got up from the floor and met you at the door of your bedroom. Pulling you into a big hug, he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“No pressure, but, if you wanna talk about your day, we can.”
You shook your head, “Not really. I just wanna eat, I think.”
The two of you ate, sitting in comfortable silence on the floor in your living room. You noticed as you took in the scene around you, that Jongho had turned off all the overhead lights in the room. Leaving only the candlelight and the string lights around the ceiling to illuminate the room. There was something about warm lighting that made everything feel so much more cozy and comfortable.
Your boyfriend wasn’t the most physically affectionate individual, but he never failed to make you feel loved. He always noticed the small things. He was hyper aware of your emotions in the least patronizing way possible. It was little moments like bringing home food for you and turning the cool-toned overhead lights off that reminded you that this man knew you better than anyone.
And that wasn’t something that happened overnight. He tried harder than anyone you’d ever met to know you. Your likes, dislikes, discomforts, phobias, and even your little habits. He knew it all. What he knew most is that you desired so bad to have someone to pull you out of your slump. Which is why he had come home early.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t stay out with your friends,” you whispered, staying focused on the food in front of you.
“I didn’t come home because I felt any obligation to. It’s not that I couldn’t stay out with my friends. It’s that you needed me here at home, and I wanted to come home and comfort you.” He ran a hand over your hair as he finished up his own food.
That was another thing you loved about him. He wasn’t saying this because he wanted to make you feel better. He wanted you to know that you were not alone. That you were free to feel your feelings, and he’d always be right beside you to comfort you through them.
“Thank you,” you looked up at him, “I love you, you know that, right?”
“How could I ever forget? I love you, too, y/n.”
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After the food was gone and the coffee table was cleared, Jongho had put on a movie laid down on the couch, holding out his arms for you. When you finally sat between his legs and leaned into his chest, he pulled a quilted blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you.
You paid very little mind to the movie playing on the TV. Instead you were focused on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady beating of his heart, and the minor movements his chest would make when he let out a soft laugh whatever he was watching.
He played with your hair, running his fingers through the strands, softly brushing his fingers over your neck with each pass. This position couldn’t have been more comfortable. Being with the man you loved as he comforted you in the way he knew best with absolutely no complaint was more than you could’ve ever dreamed of.
Jongho would claim that it was the bare minimum, but you always felt the need to let him know how much he really amazed you.
When you reached your hand up to his cheek to brush your thumb over the skin, he looked down at you, completely forgetting about the movie playing. He grabbed your hand from his cheek and kissed your fingers, your palm, the back of your hand, the inside of your wrist.
Pulling yourself up to his face, you kissed him as softly as he’d done to your hand. Everything was so soft. From the way he kissed you to the way he caressed the skin under your hoodie right above the waistband of your shorts. From the hand you had in his hair to the way he lifted you to sit more comfortably in his lap.
He kissed your neck just as softly. You sighed contently. Fully basking in the way he took care of you. His movie was fully disregarded at this point as he gripped the bottom of your shirt.
Looking into your eyes he asked, “can I take care of you, love?” You nodded, helping him lift the sweatshirt over your head.
Before you could even comprehend the nakedness of your chest, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your shared bed. Laying you on your back. Your bare skin taking immense comfort in the softness of your sheet. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw his pants off to the side.
He immediately went back to kissing you. Hands moving from your cheeks, down your neck. His thumbs caressed your collarbone as his lips brushed the crook of your neck and then your shoulder. You shuddered when one of his hands took your breast. His lips met the other one, causing you to let out a breathy moan and weave your fingers through his dark hair.
He continued to kiss and touch every inch of your torso. When he got to your waistband, he left a small kiss under your belly button. His big brown eyes meeting your own as he pulled your shorts and underwear off together. Tossing them to the side of the bed.
Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, he kissed your inner thigh, still meeting your eyes. The eye contact wasn’t broken until his thumb met your clit. Brushing over it slightly, making you toss your head back into the pillows under you. His mouth replaced his thumb, slowly teasing you.
With his free hand, he took your own hand, the one that wasn’t gripping his hair, and threaded his fingers through yours. Thumb brushing over the back of your hand.
He felt so good. His tongue working so hard to make you feel pleasure. Everything was so gentle, but felt so euphoric. His fingers pumping in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you could’ve floated away with the way he caressed your hand and your thigh. It wasn’t long before you were washed with a wave of pleasure. Everything was hot. You felt it rush through you from your ears down to your cunt. He kissed your thigh one more time after you came, fingers pushing you through the finale of your orgasm.
Your breathing was ragged when he made it back up to your face, kissing you tenderly. Reaching a hand beneath the pillow under your head. He pulled out a condom. Before he could open it, you plucked it out of his hands, tearing it open as he stripped himself of his own underwear before you rolled the rubber onto his length. He groaned at the touch.
“You ready?” He asked, grabbing your arm and kissing your wrist.
You nodded, smiling, “yes. please, baby.”
When he pushed into you, you gasped and threw your head back again. He kissed your neck and shoulder, slowly thrusting into you. On most occasions, you’d beg him to go faster, but his subdued nature in this moment was so incredibly comforting. His thumb massaged your clit.
He kissed you deeply as he thrust into you. Completely overtaking your lips with his own. His kisses were so full of passion that your head spun. His adoration for you was so evident from the way he looked into your eyes when he stopped kissing you. Your foreheads pressed together, separated only by a thin layer of sweat.
“I love you so much, y/n,” he says, just above a whisper. So close that you can feel his breath tickle your lips when he says it.
You moan softly, feeling yourself reach a second high, “I love you, too.”
It’s only a matter of minutes before you reach your orgasm. You grip his shoulders tight as he coaxes you through your climax. Walls fluttering around him as he finishes inside the condom.
He kisses your lips once more before pulling out. He pushes himself off the bed to throw it away. When he comes back, he slides back into bed with you. Breath still slightly ragged.
You laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat once more.
Running a hand over his stomach, you said, “Thanks for coming home early today.”
“Of course, love. You know I’d drop anything to come home to you if you were struggling.”
“I just feel like such a nuisance asking for you to come home,” you groaned.
He ran a hand over your hair, “I will never ever see you asking for help as a nuisance. Sometimes you just need a little push. Or sometimes you just need to lay in someone’s arms. I will always be there to do that for you. No matter the circumstance, ok?”
You wanted to protest, tell him he was too much, too good to you, but he kept going, “I trust you. I know that when you ask me to come home, it’s not because you're insecure or controlling. It’s because you need help, and I want you to always feel comfortable asking for it.”
He’d left you just a little bit speechless. All you could respond with was a gentle kiss on his lips.
For him, though, that was more than enough.
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note ✭ ok this shit got really personal 💀 but i did really enjoy writing it. it's not often that i write a whole oneshot in one sitting but i did today (other than my minor break to eat dinner).
also, i was actually between writing this for vernon or jongho because i felt like they both kinda fit the vibe (sorry if the knowledge that this could have been a hansol fic makes anyone sad), but maybe i'll write something similar for him next time i'm feeling it
again, i hope you enjoyed this! thank you so much for reading 💗
🥂pairing: jongho x gn!reader
🥂genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers
🥂summary: normally, you are not one to enjoy clichés, but what can you do when the best man at your best friend's wedding is choi jongho?
🥂wordcount: 1.6k
🥂warnings/tags: unedited, reader is 'maid of honour', puns, jjong-rizz, dancing, much pining, it's giving 80s/90s romcom, flirting, lmk if anything else
🥂author's note: 'chella jjong. that's the post. thank you so much <3 any reblogs/comments appreciated!
It might be cliché. Something you had seen in films and shows many times over. You had scoffed at the pairing and labelled it as a trope tied by tradition and the general public desire for happy endings to everything - despite it rarely ever being the case. But here you were, catching yourself staring a little too long at the best man, and discovering that your heart was beating just that little bit faster, fluttering whenever he whispered one thing or another to you so as to not attract attention from other people who shared the table.
It wasn’t that you did not know Jongho, hell, you knew him very well - or at least the on-stage Jongho, the ace performer Jongho, the legendary vocalist Jongho. Having seen his achievements on the news and having heard stories about him travelling across your social circle, you were well aware of his professional capabilities. You, however, could not say much beyond that. Past common courtesies and the occasional nod in recognition, you had never shared as much as a couple of sentences with the man. Even though he was the groom’s closest friend and your best friend’s, the bride’s, recent but trustworthy acquaintance, he was a mystery to you. A mystery with an infinitely precious smile and a sense of humour that was too similar to yours to be able to hold a poker face.
It all started with a pun on an item in the set course menu for dinner. And then another. And then another, completed by yourself much to his delight. Soon enough, both of you were dissolving into a fit of giggles, sharing the jokes that others either had not quite understood or heard. It did not matter. They were not addressed to them anyways. At least not when Jongho was fully turned towards you, a glimmer in his eyes and a softness so indescribable painted across his features that you struggled to regain your composure.
You were quick to connect over the many things you had in common, and spent some time simmering in each other’s passions, enjoying the stars in one another’s eyes as you delved deeper into details. He was kind, attentive. A listener. But at the same time, no matter what topic you ventured into, even if just tentatively and temporarily, he remained just as transfixed by you as you were by him. Whenever you were worried that you had over-talked your welcome, he would encourage you to continue with a gentle question. In a rapidly descending spiral, you got addicted to his melodic laughter and how his nose would scrunch up occasionally, far too adorable to resist.
Jongho reminded you of old classics, golden autumn sunshine and the sensation of when you get to rest after a long day in your favourite cafe, with a warming cup of the finest brew; perhaps this was because you found out you shared an appreciation for coffee with him. Be it ‘Roman Holiday’ or ‘Singing in the Rain’, Jongho retained a certain something that could not be defined by simply taking in a snippet of the present day. While you referenced recent trends and popular videos spreading online at each other, nonetheless there was something timeless about him. You wondered if this was exactly why his voice was so enchanting. The aura spread from the way he carried himself, to the way he made you feel, to the way he made you wish you did not have to look at anyone else. Dark locks that were elegantly styled to highlight him as every bit a gentleman, pretty espresso-coloured eyes that you had memorised by now, a tailor-made suit and infinite charisma that made you forget you were at somebody else’s wedding.
“I do wonder why we had never spoken before,” you mused out loud as Jongho led you to the dance floor to catch the pace slowing down to gentler, more loving tracks.
“Good things take time,” he took no time in answering, almost startling you as you caught his words.
“Ah I see, needed time for interest to build,” you teased, earning a shake of the head and a shy smile.
“Or perhaps,” he snaked his arm around your waist, and waited for you to position yourself comfortably to join in a slow dance, “to muster up the courage.”
“Hm? Pray tell,” you tilt your head, floating to the music and the sound of Jongho’s voice.
“Well I hardly think that gawking across the room is a good way to get to know someone,” you felt blush rising to your cheeks as you thought back to the times when you would study him or sneak glances at different gatherings where both of you just so happened to be - rare, but astonishingly memorable, at least the times when you could capture him in your vision and imprint him in your mind. When you looked away, just for a split second to regain your composure, you heard a soft exhale and were met with a cheeky grin, “I was referring to myself, but I am glad to know that the intrigue was mutual.”
“Hm- so, what made you want to change things up?” you swore that if he were to let go of you right this second, you would probably collapse on the floor.
“A kind piece of advice from your friend in white. Told me that I should probably take my chances,” he tilted his head in the direction of the bride and groom before turning in time to the song.
“Wise words,” for what had to be the first time in your life, you decided to be grateful that your friend had a penchant for matchmaking.
You never quite let yourself drift in daydreams too deeply, be it out of a fear that they would turn into regular escapist paradise or out of despising the sensation of disappointment that often proceeded after entertaining even the simplest idea. But now, you could not bring yourself to avoid anything. If anything, you desperately wanted to dive in, see where the duet could take you.
One song replaced another, and you were still in his embrace, allowing yourself to enjoy the moments trickling by. Butterflies were replaced by a novel serenity, as though no matter what happened, Jongho would still be around. It made you remember something you had read about one time: the premonition of love, the feeling that in the future, you could love a person with your mind, body and soul. And, funnily enough, the realisation did not make you want to bolt in the opposite direction like it usually did. Instead, you leaned closer, and spotted the glints of that same new beginning in Jongho’s gaze.
Were you confident? No, far from it. If anything, you knew that the chances of things working out were rather disconcerting, but you did not mind trying. You could not deny the spark that was between you, nor could you ignore the realisation that this was not a spontaneous meeting of two strangers. If there was something you could choose to regret, it would be not attempting to get to know Jongho earlier; but then again, was it time lost, or a necessary pause that led you to where you were now? As the song blended into another and the two of you stepped away from the dance floor, you noticed you were still resting your hand in his. Shyly, you pulled away, your actions only to be mirrored by an equally flustered Jongho. His airy, melodic giggle made you beam; you struggled to hide it by studying the floor. It was easy to conclude that your efforts were in vain when he reached out to brush his hand over your upper arm, and carefully uttered your name. In the span of the evening, how he said it became your favourite sound.
“I’m not a fact, but I’d love it if you were to face me,” he joked, making you purse your lips in an effort to not crack so quickly.
“Jongho, come on-”
“You must be floored-” you looked up, met with a smug and mischievous grin that melted into relief and an unparalleled radiance. Oh this man and his silly puns. How you were fond of it all.
“Careful, you might just steal the show,” you gestured around you, reminding both him and yourself that you were, in fact, supposed to be celebrating somebody else. Not that you minded the attention and the way in which your heart twirled.
“Mmm, fair. Then, how about… this is our first meeting. First real meeting, I mean. We can be the main event elsewhere, if you agree to join me,” he was hopeful, gaze locked with yours. Music barely reached you, drowned out by his proposition and the steady beat of your growing feelings.
“Are you asking me out, Choi Jongho?”
“Mm, I do believe so. So, will you do me the honour and agree to go on a date with me?”
“How can I resist?”
You smiled as you felt Jongho guiding you into a spin before rejoining the dancing crowd, and happily followed. As you returned a hand to his shoulder and delicately repositioned the other to be palm to palm with his, you could not help but recollect your now archaic musings. Perhaps some clichés were more than welcome, and some things did make you wholeheartedly believe in and hope for your... and his... happy ending.
✨Pairing: Human!Jongho x Vampire!Gn!Reader
✨Prompt: Jongho gets an unexpected invitation to a birthday party along with an address so he decides very spontaneously to go to this mysterious persons birthday party. After all, what could go wrong?
✨Genre: fluff, vampire au, some humor (I tried my very best😭), fantasy au, strangers to friends au,
✨Rating: pg-13, one mention of going to pubs and clubs but no details, one mention of the reader being in the hospital and dying but no real details,
✨Word count: 6.8k
☀️Authors note: I just love Jongho, that's it😌💕 plus we always get vampire!ateez x reader so I thought why not try and switch it up a little bit🥰 this took way longer write than anticipate for me… may has kept me super busy so I haven’t had much time to work on any of my stories🥲
Jongho stared at the letter he had found in his letterbox after coming home from work in confusion. There was no name from the sender so he had no idea who this person might be that had invited him, he had checked the envelope it came in as well and not a single name on who it might be from.
"What the hell is a fledgling?" He mumbles, brows pinched as he tries to figure out what that means. He's never heard it before and honestly thinks it sounds weird, is this person celebrating their baby bird or something like that?
Jongho walks into the kitchen and puts the invitation down on the kitchen table as he opens the fridge to find something to eat after coming home from a long day at both school and work. It had been grating, first a bunch of tests and quizzes at uni combined with hour long lectures where the teachers only spent hours going through a powerpoint and not really adding much more than that to then clock in at work where he was met with chaos, orders gone wrong and the need to take inventory of everything before the day was over or else they'd get in trouble from the higher ups. He had spent his whole shift running around trying to complete orders with San while simultaneously trying to take inventory with Yunho before the day was over.
He was downright exhausted to his very core.
A part of him couldn't help but think that perhaps he should go to this birthday party, he was after all invited. Jongho knows that if he told his coworkers, who happens to be the only people he could really say he was close to, they'd throw a fuss and say it wasn't safe. San probably claim that he could get hurt whilst Yunho would suggest just not going.
But they wouldn't really understand, he feels lonely, at university no one really speaks to him. The people in his class hangs out with each other without really inviting him, he once asked if he could join some of them but was shut down due to him not drinking or partying.
He had tried to tell them that he does drink, perhaps not the same quantity that they do, it's just that he doesn't like partying. Going to loud clubs and dancing in such a tight space isn't something he is overtly fond of, he tried it once and never wanted to do it again. But he had never said he wouldn't be up for going for a drink and hanging out at a pub from time to time with others and get to know them.
"Ah! There you are!" He beams triumphantly when he finds the lunch box filled with leftover japchae. Now he was certainly glad he had made way to much food the other day when he had only meant to do two servings instead of six.
Jongho carefully places the lunch box in the microwave and reheats his food to a nice temperature, checking if it was hot enough the first time by putting his finger in the middle of the food once the microwave went off only to find out his food was stone cold in the middle.
"Ugh seriously?" He mutters as he closes the door once more to reheat it again knowing that his food will become piping hot instead, he will have to be careful so he won't burn his tongue this time.
As he waits for the timer to go off again his eyes trails back to the invitation.
For some reason his chest grows a bit warm at the idea that someone really wanted him at their birthday party enough to personally send an invitation, especially one this pretty, it even had a faint smell of roses. He thinks back to the address on the invitation, Oxford Street, he wonders who might be living there, he has gone there a few times to browse though some of the shops there or to just take in the scenery. It's one of the many perks of going to a University in the middle of London in his opinion.
Ding!
"Finally." He mutters as he takes out the food from the microwave, walking over to the living room where he can sit down in his sofa and enjoy his food whilst watching another episode of The Great British Bakeoff.
Jongho hadn't meant to become a fan of the show but it was strangely addicting to watch people compete in baking goodies. He was no expert in baking himself but he acted like he was a master at it when he was watching the show. Commenting when someone added too much flour or whisked the batter too much, it made it even more enjoyable for some reason. Today they are baking two things apparently, one is called an apple dumpling and a flapjack, two very different things that required certain skill sets Jongho most certainly did not have.
Jongho leaned back on the sofa as the episode is going on but he can only focus half of the time on what is going on. His thoughts drifts back to the mysterious invitation. What would he even get someone he doesn't know nor know who sent it? He wondered as he gazed down at his own food.
"What do you get someone who is a complete mystery to you?" He sighs leaning his head back as he wrecks his brain and he comes up with nothing.
Perhaps he will try and ask Yunho and San tomorrow at work.
For now he will enjoy his food, the reality tv and his very soft and comfy sofa.
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"Can I ask the two of you a question?" Jonghos voice cuts through the silence as the flow of customers had finally slowed down enough for him, Yunho and San to take a break, drink some drinks and eat some snacks. His coworkers looked at him with curious eyes, it was rare that Jongho asked questions and right now he looked a bit nervous and unsure which peaked their interests.
"Sure."
"You can ask us anything."
The two of them gave him gentle smiles and their full attention and for a moment he struggled with finding the correct words, so that they would understand him and not freak out immediately for wanting to go to this strangers birthday party.
"Okay... ummm... I'm not really sure how to phrase this so I'm just gonna go for it. What would be a good present for someone that you have never met or know? Like for their birthday? Is there anything that would be good as a general present?" He asks while fiddling with his hands as he tries to look as unsuspicious as he possibly could.
His two coworkers observes him for a while, it isn't like the Jongho they know to act like this and well, the two of them can't help but be curious and slightly worried as Jongho more often than not was someone confident who never fiddled with his hands or couldn't look them properly in the eyes when talking.
"Are you going to a birthday party?" San asks curiously, wondering who might have invited him.
"Yeah?"
"You sound a bit unsure though... Do you even know this person? Kinda sounded like to me as if you got no clue who it is?" Yunho says as he leans back on the counter and Jongho shrugs lightly.
"I don't know the person that's why I'm asking."
"Are you going with someone you know? Perhaps they know who it is and can help you?" San offers and Jongho sighs knowing he can't avoid telling them the truth.
"That's the thing... I'm going alone?" He mumbles and both his coworkers straighten up at that.
"Alone? As in going alone to someone you've never met before?"
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I mean why not? I never get invited to things... I thought it could be nice, they specifically asked for me. Perhaps it is someone I know but they just forgot to put their name on the invitation. I don't know, I just-" He sighs and his shoulders slump. "I just thought that finally someone actually invites me somewhere and specifically put in the invitation that they want me there and that doesn't usually happen to me."
"A book."
"W-what?" Jongho looks up at Yunho in surprise.
"I think a book is a good thing to get someone if you don't know them. And keep the receipt so they can change it if they aren't interested in that particular genre." He finishes with a small smile as he walks closer to Jongho before giving him a side hug.
"I can tell this is important to you, I may not understand it fully but, if you go can you promise me to text us often, when you arrive, if they're nice or weird, if you need a cover to get out of there, if something where to happen so we can go over there and get you or just anything else. Think you can promise me that?" Yunhos warm and kind voice travel throughs the room and Jongho feels his chest warm up at what his coworker and friend is telling him.
Jongho takes his time to look at Yunho, behind those brown eyes is such kindness and understanding he rarely gets directed towards himself when he opens up about feeling lonely or left out at uni and now he's getting it and so much more. Yunho is willing to help him with this as long as he keep in touch so he will know that he's safe and he might be getting a bit teary but he hides it well by blinking and muttering he got something in his eyes as he gently moves his finger to wipe a tear trying to escape.
"I'm with Yunho, if it means a lot to you then you should do it and a book is a good idea. And please keep contact with us or else I might combust from worrying." San says, his eyes crinkling as a gentle smile appears on his face.
Jongho lets out a breath he did not realize he was holding. He had been so nervous that they both would judge him or force him to not go.
"Thank you... both of you." He mumbles and the two of them embrace him with San gently patting his head.
"Do you have the invitation with you?" He asks curiously and Jongho goes to pick it up from his bag, showing them both the invitation.
"It's really pretty." Yunho says as his eyes scan the invitation with San leaning close to also get a look.
"Yeah! It even smells like roses!" San says and Jongho nods.
The three of them continue to talk about the invitation, what book he should possibly get based on the invitation and somehow it also shifted into what he should wear. Both Yunho and San agreed that he should not wear something super formal like a suit, they argued that he should go for something soft, perhaps a cozy sweater and some nice jeans. Jongho couldn't help but smile as the two of them talked passionately about this and he enjoyed the feeling of knowing that they saw and understood him and even now they made sure he knew he was important to them.
It was decided that he would text them every twenty to thirty minutes on Saturday when he was going to the birthday party so they would know he was okay.
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To say Jongho was nervous was an understatement, he felt like he was sweating buckets as he sat on the train. What if this was all a mistake were going through his head constantly but then he'd remind himself how happy he had been when he had read the invitation for the first time and how much thought he had put into the present he had gotten this person.
He had decided to buy one of the classic tales, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and a bracelet. The bracelet wasn't anything big or flashy, just a simple chain with small sunflowers decorating it. Both presents were wrapped neatly in a dark brown paper with some green and pink ribbons to tie it all together along with a little congratulations and thank you card. The receipts were in his pockets just in case the person wouldn't like the gifts he got them or if they already had something like this so they could exchange it. His foot keeps bouncing on the floor as he sat in his seat, staring up at the placard where every station was announced, just two more stations and then he'd be at Oxford Street.
He fished up his phone and sent a text to the group chat with Yunho and San letting them know he was soon there.
I'm almost at Oxford Street now!
Yunho: That's great! Are you nervous?
A little bit actually😕
San: Don't be nervous! I'm sure it will go great🥰
Yunho: Remember to text us once you're at the door so we know when your answers might take a little longer!
San: but make sure you send us an update every 15-20 minutes or I will personally come and rescue you!😤
Thank you, both of you really... I gotta get off the train now but I will send you a message before I knock on the door!☺️
Jongho put the phone in his pocket again before getting up from his seat and off the train. Walking up to above the ground from the London Underground took him a while but once out of there he took off with what looked like confident steps towards the direction he had to go.
Nothing could stop him now. After all, he was invited and the excitement was slowly but surely building itself up within him the closer he got to his destination.
Yeah, this day would be a good one he could tell.
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"Do you think Mister Davis will be arriving soon??" You asked your sire for the fiftieth time causing him to groan from the kitchen.
"For the last time Y/n, I do not know when Mister Davis will arrive, he's an elderly man it could take him some time to get here on time. You know that." Seonghwa, your sire, told you.
You groaned at what the elderly vampire had told you, you really had no patience in regards to this. You hadn't seen Mister Davis for about four years now and finally, finally, Seonghwa had deemed you experienced enough around human blood to not loose it like other fledgelings sometimes did. He often called you a prodigy and very proudly boasted about you to his friends much to your giddiness.
He was like a proud parent and to some extent he was, he was your parental figure in the vampire way. If there was one thing you did then it was adoring him, he showed clear signs of how old he was, being over nine hundred years old yet he did not look a day over twenty-eight. His hair was currently a beautiful pink, which hadn't been planned at all on his part but you had decided to play a prank on him and switch his shampoo with some hair dye instead.
You may or may not have been laughing hysterically when he came out of the bathroom with his hair a hot pink while he looked unamused at you.
You bounced over to the kitchen to check what he was doing, taking in all the food, drinks, snacks and desserts he had prepared while you were banished from the kitchen.
"Watcha doing?" You ask curiously glancing over his shoulder to see what he could possibly be doing when he had already made so much for this party.
Which would only really fit three people, you, him and Mister Davis.
"I'm making an appetizer, just something small, some nice garlic bread since I know how much you like them and a cheese board with crackers, grapes, berries and some sauces." Seonghwa tells you as he finishes the last things.
"Wow, you've really done so much for this party!" You say in amazement failing to notice the fond look he gives you as he takes in your awed expression.
"It is not every day your fledgling has a birthday nor every day they can celebrate this early on that they can be out with humans again with no problems!" He says and you notice the slight bragging tone in his voice as he says that.
"Have you been bragging about me?" You ask genuinely curious to see if he has been and you hug him tightly when he gives you a little nod.
Seonghwa almost never brags and now he's told you that he does in fact brag and it's about you. It causes you to hug him tighter and he can't help but laugh.
"Don't let it get to your head okay?"
"I promise it won't Seongh-"
Ding dong
"That must be Mister Davis!" You gasp as you hear the bell ring, immediately throwing yourself out of the kitchen and rushing to the door eagerly to see the elderly man you had befriended a few years ago.
"Welcome Mister... Davis?" Your eager welcoming trails down into something akin closer to confusion. At the door is not Mister Davis but a young man, his hair is brown and looks soft and he look's a bit nervous as he darts from you form down to a present he's holding in his hands and then back to you.
"H-hello?" He asks unsurely and it causes you to snap out of the confusion you had entered earlier.
"You're not Mister Davis." You state and the boy in front of you looks like he wants to melt into the floor.
"No... ummm My name is Jongho? I-i got an invitation?" He says or more like asks as he holds up an invitation, which oh so happens to be the very same invitation Seonghwa had sent out earlier this week.
"Oh..."
"I could leave if I'm not invited or if there just was a mistake." He starts blabbering on nervously and you're quick to shake your head as you check the invitation he has in his hand.
"You live on the same place as Mister Davis?" You ask curiously wondering if the old man had sent this man in his stead and Jongho shakes his head.
"No Mister Davis moved about two and a half years ago back to Ireland." He tells you and when he sees your shoulder sagging in sadness he's quick to continue. "He had to move back because of a relative who had gotten hurt. He truly didn't want to move but he had to." He lets you know and you look at him again.
"Do you... do you wanna come inside?" You ask when you realize that this man actually came to your party even though the invitation was meant for someone else he still came with a present and everything.
"You don't want me to leave?" He looks surprised causing you to shake your head.
"Might sound dumb but I only really invited Mister Davis to my birthday party... so it would be incredibly lonely if I turned you away, plus you seem like a really nice person. Coming here despite not knowing me or who I am." You say and the mans shoulder slowly relaxes.
If anyone were to ask Jongho what he was thinking right now it would be something close to relief that the person who had invited him was nice, looked to be about his age and weren't weird. You were even good friends with old people like Mister Davis and that had to count for something right?
"If you don't think it's super weird then yeah I'd like to come in and celebrate you if that isn't too weird?" He says with a chuckle and you smile and step aside to let him inside.
"The name is Y/n by the way!” You tell him as he steps inside. He’s polite and take off his shoes immediatly after stepping inside and you’re quick to ask if he want some indoor slippers to which he nods gratefully.
”Thank you for the slippers! Oh! Before I forget!” He bends down and picks up the package he had put down as he took off his shoes and holds it out to you with a shy smile.
”This is for you! Happy birthday!” He tells you and you can’t stop the gasp from leaving your mouth.
”This is beautiful Jongho!” You say taking in the beautiful present. ”Have you wrapped this yourself?”
”Yeah I have, or well I got some help from a friend of mine at work.” He tells you and you note he’s starting to relax more now that he’s inside and the conversation keeps going.
”That’s nice of them to help you wrap it. It will be a shame to have to open it later and tear up your beautiful creation.” You hum and Jongho can feel the tips of his ears grow red at your comment.
”It’s not that good.” He tries to deny it but the glare you send him tells him he’s not allowed to say such things in your presence.
”Don’t say such nonsens!” You almost hiss at him before catching yourself, people like Seonghwa are well aware that you don’t enjoy when people minimize the effort and skills they might have put down to create something but Jongho here doesn’t. And you don’t want to scare him away in any shape or form.
”Sorry! I didn’t mean to hiss at you.”
Jongho just shakes his head telling you it’s alright, he understands he tells you as you lead him into the living room.
”Do you live here alone?” Jongho asks curiously as he looks around the living room, it’s not like anything he’s ever seen before. It’s dark, perhaps a bit gritty and a bit gothic in interior design but he find himself not minding the darker colors or the black and red.
Had this been a movie he’d surely think perhaps a vampire lived here but alas it is not a movie and vampires aren’t real as far as Jongho is concerned.
He's never met one after all.
”Oh no! I live here with Seonghwa! He’s in the kitchen right now.” You clear your throat and turn towards the kitchen. ”Seonghwa! Come say hello to my guest!”
”I’m coming, I’m coming darling!” He calls back and Jongho almost drops his jaw when the man named Seonghwa enters the living room.
He’s absolutely gorgeous, pink hair falling down in luscious locks, pale skin and a perfect complexion. Seonghwa however stops in his tracks when he saw your guest, alarm bells going off in his head as to why a random man is sitting on his couch next to his fledgling.
Before you can get another word out Seonghwas eyes are turning slightly red not in anger but perhaps suspicion and a little bit of fear. This time Jongho really does drop his jaw to the floor because there is no way he just saw the man’s eyes shift from a dark brown into vivid red.
He could have sworn he saw fangs as well when the man snarled but that must be his mind conjuring tricks… right?
”Seonghwa! Stop it! This is Jongho, he lives in the apartment Mister Davis used to live at but Mister Davis has apparently moved back to Ireland! Jongho is nice and my guest so stop trying to scare him off!! You’ll make me look stupid in front of him!” You chastise your sire in front of your guest, and Seonghwa is visibly taken aback by your words and Jongho marvels at the fact that the man is quick to regain his composure again.
”Oh… so that is why a random stranger is in my living room. Why didn’t you say anything when you opened the door Y/n?” He looks at you with dissaproving eyes and Jongho notes that his eyes are back to a dark brown now.
”Because I knew you’d react this way! Please let him stay, he got me a present and everything! Plus it would be rude to throw him out after I let him inside.” You pout and look at him with sweet eyes and Seonghwa cannot find it in himself to deny you.
Especially not on your birthday.
"Fine, he can stay. But one step out of line and you'll be thrown out the door head first." He threatens Jongho and you grumble and glare at him to stop.
"I won't do anything bad I promise sir." Jongho says quickly, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't sweating a bit because of the man in front of him. He looked delicate the way he was holding himself but something told Jongho that he was stronger than he looked.
Perhaps it was the red eyes.
"Good." Seonghwa nods and straightens up. "I will go get the food, you two continue to chat." He swiftly turns around again and briskly walks out of the living room.
"I am so sorry Jongho... I understand if you'd wanna leave after that." You sigh, the heavy feeling of dissapointment settling into your bones thinking that Seonghwa has scared away your potential new friend after just inviting him inside.
"It's okay... I think..." Jongho mutters and you look at him with a raised eyebrow causing him to chuckle. "I won't lie and say I wasn't scared there for a second... I genuinely thought he'd throw me out before I even could get a word in." He admits and your eyes widen.
"Oh no! He'd never do that! I wouldn't allow it! Plus he cannot say no to me. Trust me he has tried and he always give in within the span of two seconds." You explain, feeling relief that he doesn't seem to wanna leave just yet.
"I have to ask, was I only seeing things or did his eyes just turn red when he saw me?" He asks and you respond without missing a beat not really thinking if this is something you should share or not.
"Yeah duh he's a vampire."
"He's a what now?"
"A vampire."
"Vampires aren't real... are they?"
Jonghos confused and slightly worried tone makes you realize what you just did, the one thing Seonghwa said not to do aka confess that either him or you were vampires since people aren't supposed to know vampires exists any more.
"Oh shit." You just stare at Jongho before awkwardly laughing, glancing towards the kitchen wondering if Seonghwa has been listening to the conversation or if he's in his own world.
Jongho is staring at you not really sure what to think. On one hand it would make sense that the older man is a vampire. He fits the vampire standard to a tea and well, he did see his eyes glow red and that he had fangs. But at the same time they weren't real but then again he thinks if vampires were real they'd probably make sure everyone thought they weren't just to be able to live in peace and quiet.
"Y/n." He looks at you, really taking you in and that's when he notices the small things about you as well, you look pale as if your skin is not getting enough blood in the system to keep your skin looking healthy and more alive. He notes that as you've been awkwardly chuckling looking slightly panicked after the older man that you do in fact have fangs, not as big as the ones Seonghwa had but you have them nonetheless.
"Are you a vampire?" He asks, genuinely curious. Jongho finds himself curious, the fear he thought for a second he'd have is not there. Perhaps it's because you've been so kind to him so far and genuinely want to have him there that he can't really see you as a threat or perhaps he's just incredibly stupid. He hasn't decided yet which one it is.
You look at Jongho when he asks the question you'd hoped he wouldn't ask and let out a trembling sigh.
"Yes?" You don't really sound convincing with your answer, to be honest the fear and anxiety of Jongho potentially storming out in fear or even worse disgust is taking over, you may not have known him for very long but he and his gentle soul had already etched itself into your heart.
"That's pretty cool!" He says and you stare at him with wide eyes, taking a moment to fully process what he just said to you.
"Wait what?"
"Yeah it's pretty cool you're a vampire! I didn't know they existed until now." He admits and he giggles at the shocked expression you got going on.
"You think I'm cool?" Your voice goes a bit higher up as you try to keep up with the fact that he's not scared. He thinks you're cool instead.
"Yeah I do! I mean it's not every day you get to meet two vampires who are both honestly super nice if you overlook the tiny moment in which he threatened me but you know, my friends would probably have done the same." He chuckles and before you can stop yourself you're chuckling, feeling your shoulders relax and your posture slouching slightly in relief.
"Thanks. It means a lot, I genuinely thought you'd run."
"Nah it takes more than that to scare me." He says confidently.
"That sounds like a challenge to me." You say with a smirk and Jongho shoots one back with confidence.
"I'd like to see you try."
"Oh I'll scare you eventually Jongho just you wait."
The two of you continue to chat as Seonghwa comes out with food and drinks, he gives your head a lil' kiss before he goes back to the kitchen, giving you space to be with your new friend without him hovering around like a mama bear.
"So I have to ask... what is a fledgeling?" Jongho asks curiously "I saw it mentioned in the invitation and I honestly have no clue what that is."
"Oh! I'm a fledgeling! It's a term for like baby vampires."
"But you're not a baby?" He tilts his head as he tries to understand and you quickly explain:
"That is true but I am a "baby" in vampire terms, I've not been alive... no that's not the correct way to put it... to try and make it simple I haven't been a vampire for long to be considered an adult and to Seonghwa who is my sire I will always be his fledgeling."
Jongho nods as he mulls over your words, your explanation makes sense to him. It's like with babies and children, even when you eventually become an adult you will always be someone's child.
"That makes a lot of sense." He says before he looks at you.
"Anything else you want to ask?" You wonder as Jongho looks conflicted.
"I hope I'm not insensitive with this question but how did you get turned into a vampire?"
You note that he looks a bit uncomfortable as he asks the question, fingers fiddling with his shirt, eyes glancing at you and then back at the table and you find yourself smiling at him as you move a bit closer to him so you can put your hand on his and give it a little squeeze.
"It's not insensitive to ask, at least not in my opinion. I was sick, very sick actually to the point where I was hospitalized for months and well I was eventually told I wouldn't make it through to the end of the year. Seonghwa was a doctor at the time and he had been the one to take care of me, we grew really close during that time and he eventually asked me the question if I wanted to be turned into a vampire like him after he had told me his secret so I could continue to live." You say thinking back to those days in the hospital bed before continuing. "Honestly I didn't want to die, there was so much I wanted to do and see and experience before it was my time to go."
"Did it hurt? When he turned you I mean?"
"Not really, I barely felt a thing but Seonghwa has said it was because I was already dying so him turning me into a vampire freed me from it all. I'm very happy where I am now." You say with a bright smile glancing towards the kitchen where you know Seonghwa is knowing he is listening in on the conversation.
"Okay then I got another question... and I have no clue if this is rude to ask vampires but I have to know." He starts and you snort finding it funny how he just seems to come up with question after question for you.
"Go ahead." You urge him to continue and he takes a breath before looking at you seriously and asking.
"How old are you?"
The laughter escapes you before you even have time to fully process the question, of course he'd wonder if it would be rude asking a vampire their age.
"I'm 26."
"Okay, how," He clears his throat. "How long have you been 26?"
"For three years."
"W-what?" To say Jongho was surprised would be an understatement, he was shocked. He had expected a number like 200 years or something close to that.
"S-seriously?"
"Yeah! I know it sounds so dumb when I say it! Like I really gotta wait a few hundred years before it sounds cool." You whine falling back onto the couch dramatically.
"That's what you meant by baby in vampire years!" Jongho exclaims as he points a finger at you.
"Ughhhhh yes shhhh don't remind me! I gotta wait until I'm 150 years old before I can count myself an adult according to mister ancient in the kitchen."
"I heard that!!" Seonghwa calls from the kitchen with a sigh.
"You were meant to old man!!" You call back before turning to Jongho.
"No but seriously it would be way cooler if I could say I've been 26 for 400 years but no... only 3 years." You fake sob and Jongho has the audacity to laugh at you and your misery.
"Are you laughing at my misery?!" You gasp looking at him with wide eyes acting offended.
"Sorry, sorry it just looks like you're throwing a temper tantrum, perhaps your age is showing." He smirks before he breaks into giggles again.
"SEONGHWAA! Jongho is calling me a child!!!" You scream and all you hear is him chuckling from the kitchen.
"Perhaps he is right about that sweetheart."
"Oh great now you both have bounded together to be against me. Ugh I can never win can I?"
"Stop being so dramatic dear, come on sit up, we're about to eat cake and perhaps you want to open the presents Jongho has brought you?" Seonghwa asks as he enters the room with a beautiful cake which has been decorated with care and passion.
"I could go for a slice of cake and a present right now actually." You mumble sitting up and Jongho goes to get his present before handing it to you.
"Happy birthday Y/n." He says happily as he hands you the presents and you smile as you start opening them.
"Does it matter which one I start with?"
"It doesn't, open whichever you want first."
You decide to open the bigger present first, gently taking off the ribbons before opening the paper. What you see inside is a stunning edition of Mary Shelleys Frankenstein, it's dark with golden decoration and is absolutely beautiful. The pages are that beautiful creamy white color and everything looks so neat and put together.
"Thank you Jongho, genuinely thank you! Oh I will be enjoying reading this one during the nights." You feel so much gratitude towards your new friend in this moment. This present isn't just a random pick, it feels like he's genuinely put so much thought and effort into which book to pick until he landed on this special edition.
"I'm glad you like it, I still have the receipt if you've read it?" Jongho feels that familiar sense of happiness settling in his bones, he'd been so nervous before that you wouldn't like the book even when San and Yunho had told him everything would be fine and it wouldn't be the ends of the earth if you had read it.
"I haven't and I've been wanting to read it for a while now so this is perfect!" You beam at him, holding the book closer to you. The two of you are just emitting joy which is so infectious Seonghwa cannot help himself but to smile widely as well.
You put the book away gently, it's now very precious to you and you'd hate for it to get damaged just when you got it before you pick up the smaller present. Opening it just as gently as the first one you find a little box and when you open it to see a beautiful but simple bracelet with sunflowers decorating it.
"Oh Jongho this is beautiful." You marvel at it as you hold it up so you and Seonghwa can see it better, before you urge him to help you put it on and once it's on your wrist you take a moment to truly appreciate the gift before you fling yourself at Jongho engulfing him in a hug.
"Thank you, truly thank you. And thank you for turning up it has meant more to me than I can explain." You thank him, voice getting thick with emotions as Jonghos arms envelop you as he returns the hug.
"You're welcome and I should say thank you to you as well. Thank you for inviting me even when I wasn't the one you had been expecting. It has meant more to me than you probably know as well." He says quietly.
As the two of you eventually let go of each other a buzzing noise can be heard somewhere in the room. Now that you think of it, it has been in the background for some time now but you just thought it was a random fly buzzing around being annoying.
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"The buzzing noise?"
"Oh shit! That's my phone!" Jongho quickly searches for his phone and when he finds it he unlocks the phone allowing you to see all the 200+ messages he's gotten in the span of 40 minutes.
"I forgot I was supposed to text my friends every like 15 minutes so they'd know I'm okay." He sounds horrified as if he knows his friends might do something unhinged if he doesn't respond soon enough.
"You might want to respond to them then." Seonghwa says with a chuckle and you giggle as you read their messages over Jonghos shoulder.
San: If you don't respond in 5 minutes I'm calling the cops
Yunho: Jongho send one dot if you need help and rescuing two dots if you're okay.
San: How can he be okay he hasn't responded in 40 minutes?!
Yunho: Shush! Maybe they're having fun... and he just forgot?
San: Jongho doesn't forget... does he?
Sorry I forgot to text you two... I'm fine, they're super nice and I've made a new friend so please stop spamming me and do NOT call the cops. I am not missing or kidnapped. I am having fun with my new friend. But thank you for being concerned☺️💗
"They seem to love you a lot huh?" You say snickering as Jongho scrolls through the hundreds of dramatic texts they've sent him in panic.
"They do, they're my only friends and they mean well even if they can be a bit too much." He admits with a smile and you nudge your shoulder to his.
"Nah they're not your only friends, you got me now as well." You say causing Jongho to smile shyly at you.
After that the two of you continued to celebrate and get to know each other. You found out Jongho loves The Great British Bakeoff and that he finds joy in small simple things while you tell him your interests and what you enjoy doing for the rest of the evening as Seonghwa continues to come in periodically to the living room with more snacks and drinks. The two of you end up exchanging phone numbers and social media accounts and by the end of the evening you both have decided on multiple dates you'd meet up to hang out.
"Thank you for coming and becoming my friend Jongho."
