☆ Summary : As a vampire, Yuchan will do anything to make you stay with him, but will you accept his offer of immortality?
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Yuchan harshly pressed a piece of cloth against the bleeding out wound on your stomach as tears streamed down his cheeks, falling to the floor beside you.
"I can make you immortal. We can live forever together, my love" He took a hold of your wrist, bringing it to his mouth. "Just say the word."
"No, Chan" You wiped his tears with your free hand, smiling at him sadly. "I don't want immortality. I want to stay human" He shook his head at your words, choking out a broken sob as he watched you, the only love of his life slowly bleeding out in his arms.
"Why?" He held your wrist almost painfully, wishing only to make you stay with him. "I love you"
The male slowly lets your wrist go, letting it weakly fall by your side. "You're wrong.. It's all wrong."
"I love you too, Chan, but I'm a human. Not a vampire."
You reached out to hold his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze as your eyes started to close, your body getting too tired to fight off the inevitable death. "I'm sorry, Channie"
"No, don't leave me, keep your eyes open. You..You're going to live!" He growled, his eyes flashing crimson red as he ripped off even more of his clothing to wrap around the wound.
You closed your eyes and pulled him into a deep, slow kiss with the last bits of energy you had, Yuchan wrapping his arms around you. "I love you." You smiled, Yuchan feeling your body get heavier under his hold.
You were grateful to be able to spend your last moments with him.
Chan picked up your limp body, carrying you into your shared room. He gently put you on the bed, clenching his shaking hands into fists as rage and hurt built up inside him.
He was going to destroy the monster who ripped apart his love.
"Jun, please don't leave me with him, please. I'm begging you." I plead desperately one Saturday night as my best friend, Junhee, puts his jacket on to go get us dinner.
"You two will be fine." Jun says soothingly, giving me a sideways grin.
"You know I can't stand him, Jun." I whine, stomping my foot for emphasis. "We'll kill each other."
"She's right." A voice says behind me that immediately makes my stomach burn with annoyance.
"She can't stand being around me." Byeongkwan says from the kitchen doorway, a smirk lining his lips. "And she's not exactly pleasant to be around either."
I spin around to glare at Byeongkwan, who narrows his eyes at me in return and sticks his tongue out.
"You two," Jun sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Me and Chan will be back in ten, twenty minutes, tops. We just have to go get the pizza's for dinner and then we'll be back. Surely you two can stand to be in the same room alone for that long."
"Why can't you take me with you? Or him?" I whine, taking his arm to try and stop him from leaving.
"There isn't room, sweetheart." Jun explains. Which I knew to be false. There was plenty of room in that car.
Jun had been trying to get me and Byeongkwan to get along ever since we met. We just never hit it off and always got on each others nerves. A 'friendly' relationship had never been established.
"We'll be back soon." Jun says as he quickly opens the door and leaves.
"You're stuck with me now, baby." Byeongkwan says with a devilish smirk. Making me feel angry.
I turn to face him, keeping my face nonchalant. "How about you stay on the opposite side of the room from me and I won't have to murder you."
Byeongkwan rolls his eyes at my snarky comment and mumbles something under his breath before retreating into the kitchen. To do what, I didn't care.
I go over to the large sofa and plop down on it, turning the TV on to keep my mind on something else and distract me. I had just started to feel like being stuck with Byeongkwan wouldn't be so bad after all when a large object suddenly blocks my view of the screen.
"What are you doing?" I ask with a frustrated sigh.
"I want to pick something to watch." Byeongkwan argues, taking a step toward me to take the remote from my hand.
"I don't think so." I scoff. Holding the remote away from his outstretched hand. "If I have to be stuck here with you, I want to pick what we watch until Jun comes back."
Byeongkwan's eyes narrow, the hand outstretched going into a tight fist. "Give me the remote."
"Or what?" I snap. "I don't know if you remember, but I don't care about what you want. And the last I checked, you didn't care either. So how about you save yourself some energy and sit down and shut up."
Byeongkwan lets his tongue slide along the inside of his cheek. A trait he had when he was truly, honestly peeved about something I had said.
"I don't have time for your games, babe." He says in a low, cool voice. "Give me the remote or I'm breaking your arm."
"I am not giving you this remote, Byeongkwan." I growl. Feeling heat rise from my stomach up to my chest. "So just forget it."
Byeongkwan snaps and grabs my feet and quickly pulls me off the couch hard. Making me land on my butt with a thud. I let out a yelp before kicking Byeongkwan on the shin, making him grunt in pain.
I almost am on my feet when he grabs my ankle and pulls my feet out from under me. Wind leaving my lungs in a gush when I land on my back. But the remote control stays gripped tightly in my hand.
My brain barely has time to tell my other limbs to move before Byeongkwan straddles my hips and tries to pull the remote from my fingers.
"Get off of me!" I yell, trying to squirm my way out from underneath him.
"Then give me the remote." Byeongkwan growls, pinning both my wrists against the carpet.
I squirm and pull against his hands and weight on me but it does no good. His weight on me only gets heavier and my arms only grow tired from fighting him so hard.
Byeongkwan manages to get the remote out of my clutches and tosses the remote aside. It lands on the kitchen floor with a clatter.
"What did you do that for?" I ask, my face red from fighting him.
Byeongkwan stares down at me, his gaze less piercing than it had been moments ago. Making me pause my struggle against him.
He lets out a heavy sigh and looks away from my eyes. His eyes trailing down the length of my body beneath him.
"Would falling in love with me be so terrible?" Byeongkwan asks quietly.
If words could have stabbed like a knife, his would have. They shocked me completely. I froze and simply stared up at him, not sure how to process these new feelings.
"I...I don't understand." I stutter.
"Maybe I need to help you understand." Byeongkwan whispers as he leans down closer to my face, his breath fanning across my cheeks.
"I thought we hated each other." I point out. My voice weak with his face being so close to mine. My head spinning and my heart ramming against my chest and constricting my breath.
"I don't know if I ever really hated you." Byeongkwan whispers, his nose running down mine.
"Then why all the arguing?"
"Why all these questions, baby?"
My breath hitches from the use of the name, making him smirk as he continues to trace my face with his nose. He had used it before just to annoy me and make me mad. But now it felt different and more enduring. Soothing even.
Not being able to answer his question, I push myself up and press my lips against his. Making him immediately respond and push against my lips to make my head rest back against the carpet.
He lets go of my arms that were held above my head, letting me wrap them around his neck to pull him closer to me to deepen the kiss. His own hands moving to let one go to the back of my head and the other on my hip.
Byeongkwan lets out a groan against my mouth as my tongue slides along his, his hands tightening around me.
His lips pull away from mine slowly as he begins kissing down my jaw to my neck. His teeth sinking into my skin making me push against him and lean my head back to give him access.
My vison starts to blur as our breathing gets heavier and the touches go beneath our shirts before the sound of keys jiggling the lock to the front door break us apart.
When Jun enters, me and Byeongkwan sit on opposite ends of the couch watching TV. Though, I doubt Jun missed what had gone on with the TV remote being on the kitchen floor and the dark spot that had started to form beneath my jaw and Byeongkwan's swollen lips.
I try to keep my breathing from shaking as Byeongkwan's final words echo in my ear, making my whole body heat up with excitement.
Group: A.C.E.
Member: Seyoonie! also known as Wow (those thighs!!)
Genre: Fluffy fluff. I watching Meteor Garden on Netflix so I’m thriving off all the cringy goodness!!
Request: Nope, a little drabble
Length: Short|medium|long|idk man
(This has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year. I’m on a break from work & really wanted to write some before the year ended. I’ve missed it so much but work had consumed my life this year & Covid has left me raggedy & exhausted! So enjoy this finished WIP!)
Because he takes up so much of your attention, you’ve become pretty clumsy.
Sitting on the side of the tub with Seyoon kneeling before you looking over your handful of scrapes with a thoughtful look on his face was sending you into an embarrassment spiral.
“It’s a good thing you fell so close to my apartment.” He joked, gingerly poking the bruise forming beside the scrape on your knee.
“Ow!” You hissed, jerking away from him.
“I need to clean your cuts you klutz.” He tugged your leg back towards him.
“I’m not a klutz.” You griped, crossing your arms before the scrape on your elbow stung at the contact causing you to wince and freeze.
“You slipped going up a set of concrete steps, I thought you had broken a bone with how hard you hit the ground.”
“I was distracted.” You grumbled, watching Seyoon gentle dab some antiseptic to a cotton pad and dab at the visible abrasions on your knee, elbow, and hand.
“Oh?” Seyoon paused as he stole a glance at you. “By what?”
“Focus on this please.” You winced when he pressed too hard on your knee.
“Sorry.” He smiled, as he went back to work. “I’ll get to the cut on your cheek in a minute.”
You hadn’t even realized you’d hurt your cheek too, so when your free hand moved to touch your cheek you weren’t surprised when you winced from the sting.
The next few minutes you sat watching Seyoon disinfect, treat, and cover your little wounds. There was large bandage on your knee, which he finished applying with a little kiss over the bandage. It happened so quick you barely noticed and when it processed that he had kissed your knee your face heated up. Seyoon had placed a bandaid much like the one on your knee, with a minor alteration, to your elbow. Much to your surprise with another peck over the bandaid. The bandaids he used on your hand were much smaller and covered the two main scrapes. Instead of the bandaids, Seyoon kissed your palm.
The hummingbird in your chest was making it hard to breathe when you realized just how close Seyoon was. He gathered new supplies before he moved his body to be on he knees directly in front of you. In this position he was eye level with you, he was so close in the moment that you could count his lashes.
His focus was solely on the scratch on your cheek that you’re not really sure how you managed to get. It took him applying some ointment with his ring finger for you realize how gentle he was in that moment. The touches were feather-light. Seyoon seemed to realize just how close he was in that moment because his eyes flickered to you. His movements froze for a moment as he sucked in a quick breath before he finished with a bandaid on your cheek.
Seyoon sat back and picked up his trash, going to clean up the little mess he had just created.
To say that you were completely and totally distraught when Seyoon didn’t also kiss at least your cheek after the build up would be a lie. You watched him quietly and unmoving from you spot on the side of the tub. Seyoon worked quietly like he always does. He threw away the used cotton pads and the bandaid wrappers. He put away the antiseptic and the antibiotic ointment and placed his first aid kit back into the top cabinet in his bathroom. He was washing his hands when he noticed you staring off into space at the spot where he just was.
Seyoon, who greatly enjoyed riling you up, didn’t dry his cold wet hands but pressed them on either side of your neck to bring you back to the present.
“Ah! Seyoon!” You whined as you pulled the bottom of your shirt up to dry your neck.
He crouched down in front of you with his hands resting on either side of your legs on the bathtub.
“If you keep getting distracted you’re going to keep getting hurt.”
“So?” You pouted, looking at the obscure and probably abnormal to anyone else group picture of Seyoon and his best friends. “It’s your fault.”
“How is is my fault?” He raised an eyebrow, leaning a bit closer to invade your personal space.
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“I’m telling you, if Donghun doesn’t quit his shit I’ll end up in jail for murder.” Seyoon rolled his eyes, his friend had been trying his patience all week and thankfully you offered to listen.
“Seyoon, you can’t just kill him. I can’t bail you out.” You laughed, looking up at him to see his eyes crinkled and the cutest grin.
“You’d bail me out?”
“I’d try.” You shrugged, focusing back on the sidewalk. “I can’t let you rot in jail.”
“I appreciate that.” Seyoon tugs you closer and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Mainly because I know the others wouldn’t even notice I was arrested.”
“I always notice when you’re not around.” You meant to sound nonchalant but it came out rushed.
“I know.” Seyoon continues to lead the way towards the noodle shop by his apartment.
Conversation had died down but the silence was comfortable and his arm around your shoulders counteracted the chill from the fall weather. You adored times like these, just being around Seyoon. The two of you were, the best way to explain it, were in a flirtationship. It was more than just friends but neither of you had made a move to be more no matter how much it killed you.
You found yourself looking at him rather than where you were going as he continued on. His attention completely on the sidewalk ahead of him as he recounted his day stuck with Donghun.
“I’m serious though. He is one of my best friends but today I wanted to leave him at the train station. He was being twice as clingy as Jun usually is.”
“Really? That’s pretty hard to do.” You laughed, “Jun is one of the clingiest person we know.” Seyoon grunted in agreement before he dug his head into your neck.
“It was driving me insane. I could not wait to drop him off back at the apartment he shares with Jun.” Seyoon’s breath was warm on your neck and the weight for his arm was heavy on your shoulders as the two of you paused at the stairs that lead up to the street level you Seyoon’s apartment was on.
The heat coming off of your body was enough to fight off the chill of the cool evening as Seyoon ended up wrapping his arms around you. Your mind was consumed with Seyoon’s cologne and the feeling of his hands resting on your lower back. He gave your body one final squeeze before letting go and starting up the stairs. His hand reached out to tug you behind him.
Your body was reeling with tingles from Seyoon’s hands on you when your body lurched forward. Your toes caught on the first step and down you went, Seyoon’s grip on your hand disappeared as you tried to catch yourself.
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“Ahh,” Seyoon smirked up at you, “did I distract you?”
You just looked at him, your face and neck heating up. Seyoon’s smirk softened into a sweet smile as his hand moved to rest on your cheek. Your heart stopped as he leant forward enough to feel his breath on your lips.
“I’m sorry I distracted you, let me make it up to you.” Your grip on the edge of the tub tightened as Seyoon moved closer and bumped his nose again yours. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You whispered as Seyoon closed the gap between the two of you.
It was sweet. And led to many little kisses, enough that you started to giggle from how happy you felt. Seyoon happily rested his other hand on your hip and laughed with you as he backed up just a bit.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”
“Me too.” You confessed.
“If you keep getting distracted I’ll have to keep making it up to you.” Seyoon grinned when you blushed again.
“I look forward to it.” You giggled before kissing Seyoon again.
