hi! may i request a haruto smut? he’s already in a legal age but i cannot seem to find any haruto smut works here in tumblr even if he’s the same as jungwon whom i’ve seen so much smut works here in tumblr 🥹
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PAIRINGS | Watanabe Haruto x Fem! Reader
GENRE | Smut
WORD COUNT | 0.5k
WARNINGS | Teasing, swearing, pet names, mdni
SYNOPSIS | Your night took an unexpected turn whenever you both decide to finally make the next move.
NETWORKS | @blossomnet @starlit-network
A/N | Hello! I get what you mean, the Treasure community isn't really big on here unfortunately.
Your hips jolted forward as he sat under you. His large hands landing a spot on your waist as you thrusted yourself forward onto his pants.
His groans were heavenly to you, the silence of being alone and together, sharing a moment of intimacy felt so surreal. The only noise keeping the room alive was the light sounds of breathing and moaning coming from the two of you.
You felt your part become wet with every lingering thrust, feeling your face warm up with every movement done.
“Are you alright?” His deep voice finally inquired as you lifted your head from his shoulder.
“Yes, don't worry about me.” You beamed, feeling yourself only become wetter from the energy it took to do something so simple like speak.
Chuckling, he separated himself from you, making you cry from the lack of action.
“Let's take it a step further. I'm starting to get impatient and I know you are too.” He remarked, switching your positions and laying you down on the bed. You felt your pants be unbuckled and pulled down by his fingers as you simply allowed him.
His fingers ran through your body, admiring every single inch of you.
“My beauty, I'll take care of you tonight.” He whispered, beginning to kiss your ear softly.
His mouth slowly moved down towards your neck and his finger made his way inside of your entrance, satisfying every single one of your nerves which desired to be touched.
His expression shifted as he smiled softly seeing your flustered and lucid expression. He couldn't help it when his angel looked so damn pretty under him.
Slowly, your patience was overtaken by a sense of desperation.
You needed him inside of you.
You needed to feel him.
“Haruto, put it in, I'm begging.” You moaned.
His gaze lifted as he stared at you for a couple moments, ultimately chuckling and removing his belt.
“So impatient already? What a spoiled girl.” He teased. Your expression was replaced by annoyance from his unnecessary comments as he pulled out his cock from under his pants, holding it in between his hands.
Your eyes widened, he was a big man and his dick was no different. Your mouth watered from the sight of it.
He was aligning himself with your entrance, noticing you pick yourself up from the bed and sit down.
He glanced at you confused, but didn't have time to react as you came down on his dick and engulfed it into your mouth.
You couldn't help it when you were confronted by such a tempting and mocking cock.
“Fuck Y/n.. you're being too pushy..” he groaned, hissing with every suck and lifting himself.
He was leaning back on the cushion as he was unable to hold himself up straight; feeling the pleasure come down onto his senses as the feeling of your warm mouth caressing his humongous dick.
He knew it was tempting for you.
And that only made him want to enter and abuse your tiny hole even more.
A/N | Hi! This is my first time writing smut in a LONG time, so I'm open to any feedback/criticism you may have :D
His hips grinded against you as he pinned you down onto the bed, holding your arms tightly to ensure your stay. Light groans escaped from his mouth, as he kept his lips glued onto yours, not daring to separate from your warm touch.
“Sunoo- stop..” you spoke softly, seeing him smirk at you knowingly. He knew what he did to you and felt proud of it.
“Love, you know you don't mean that.”
His bulge grew, moaning in response to his tightening pants. Your ears burned, you couldn't focus and it was his fault.
Commenter: You're so cute and innocent! My Sunoo!
He read the comment out loud and smiled at the camera, making half a heart against his cheek and speaking in a somewhat high pitched voice, as a form of aegyo.
“Thank you!” He said, and shortly after the conversation took place, he ended the live, walking into the room where you found yourself, pushing you up against the wall roughly and beginning to sloppily kiss you.
At first there was nothing concerning about it, that was until you decided to be a bit of a tease and lightly massage his still covered dick, which you could tell was hardening.
“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling his pants tighten around his length, as he became desperate for more of you.
His finger found his way to your pants, undoing the buttons and rolling down the zipper, slowly lifting them from your thighs and taking them off of you.
That's how you ended up here, slammed against the bed cushion with your partner on top of you, grinding his dick into you with little to no compassion.
“Ne - Need you.” He groaned vaguely. His dick began to ache from the prolonged erection. His eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, assisting him in the removal of your clothing.
“Sunoo, don't tire yourself too much.” You said, making him nod though you knew he likely didn't put any sort of mind into what you said.
He lifted your leg, putting it over his shoulder as he practically slammed into you, showing zero mercy as he did so.
He lined himself up with you, starting to slide his long and thick friend into you however stopping due to the overwhelming tightness which had been wrapping around him. He cried in response, making you blush due to the sight of your sensitive lover.
“Shit Sunoo, so big and for what..?” You moaned, tears already flowing down your cheeks as he couldn't hold back his chuckle.
“Please, I know you can take more than this.”
He was never this rough with you, you never even expected this from him.
You guessed it was supposed to be his warning as the very next thing he did was start rapidly slamming into you. It took you by surprise, immediately covering yourself with a pillow to reduce the noise of your loud screams.
This was the same man who rarely ever initiated physical contact with you due to the fact he felt shy about it, he rarely ever intertwined your fingers together and he always preferred to have safe sex over anything.
But today, he was abusing your walls harshly, with a force you weren't even aware he had. His cock was bare and the simple thought of it made your stomach tangle into tight knots, ready to snap at any given moment.
“Sunoo-” you moaned, needing to stop in order to catch your breath. “I'm.. close.” You muttered.
His pace slowed down, making you cry in desperation at the sudden disappearance of feeling.
“I'm not done yet.” He hissed, which was enough to scare away the building up orgasm and make you sink back into the mattress, nodding in understanding.
He picked up his pace once more, this time leaning down to kiss your chest, flicking your nipples as his tongue toyed with the other; you held your mouth, once more feeling those tight knots forming in your stomach.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, uncontrollable tears flowing down your sensitive skin.
“My poor baby,” He teased, “I'll be done with you soon, no worries.” He reassured, landing another kiss onto your nose. You nodded in understanding, preferring to remain silent; it wasn't like you could even say anything.
“Fuck- Y/n, I'm close.” He said, feeling his dick reach its limit before cumming, making a mess all over you.
He picked up his pace, feeling his parts squish against your soft outsides, causing him to let out loud moans and screams.
You both came at the same time, he fell onto you making you wrap your arms around him, cuddling him.
“Thank you..” he muttered, leaving his cock inside of you, allowing it to rest in the depths of your warmth.
Hey, how are you? May I request an idol Choi San x male reader ? The reader has an obsession with Sanrio and shojos. San always appears in his vlogs, and they are very lovey-dovey, but San's face has always been hidden in the vlogs. Fluff, please! Sorry if it's long
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Si tu veux des ajustements ou une autre manière de le formuler, fais-le-moi savoir !
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PAIRINGS | Idol! San x Vlogger! Male! Reader
WORD COUNT | 0.8k
GENRE | Fluff
WARNINGS | Male reader acts feminine! No actual name of bf mentioned
SYNOPSIS | On your anniversary with your mysterious boyfriend, you decided to film a vlog of your special day.
A/N | Hi anon! Firstly, I'd like to thank you for being specific with your request while still giving me creative freedom. Truly! I thank you tons for hopefully reading through my rules and following them! 💗 Next! I believe you put in a request for Soobin with almost the same prompt, I made this so you can also imagine him with it as well if you would wish :) one more thing, I genuinely have no idea how to write a french reader, so I apologize for that -v-
Your jacket was wrapped around your waist with your crop top neatly tucked underneath your jeans. You took the phone which was neatly stored into your pocket and removed it, going into the camera app before pressing the record button.
You set your phone on the desk and took a seat, waving at the phone.
“Hello-” You started but quickly burst out laughing.
No matter how many times you did your intro you'd never get used to the silliness of practically greeting a camera.
“Okay - for real this time-”
“Hello! So, if you were here for my last vlog, I spoke about the 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend. And it's today- well probably not whenever this comes out- but the point is that it's today, as in the day I'm filming this and we'll be spending some time together.”
“For starters, I will not be filming everything today since it is a special day and would like to spend it mostly with him. Alone-” you teased, laughing again before standing up and walking a far distance from the phone.
“Do you guys think this will do or should I wear something else?” You chuckled, going back to the phone after posing for a bit and picking it up, bringing it with you to your bed.
“He's going to pick me up so I'm just going to wait here.”
You rolled over and flipped the camera angle, revealing the bookshelf above your bed which was full of comical mangas.
You picked up the action figure which sat above and showed the camera.
“I recently got this on my trip to Japan, I thought it was really cute.” you stated enthusiastically.
“I know I'm gonna be seeing a lot of comments saying ‘oh but Y/n, you already have a lot of Kuromi’s-’ but I don't know what to do- I can't stop collecting them; they're too cute.” you whined, placing the action figure back on the shelf along with your other collection of Kuromi’s.
You looked at the phone and smiled.
“He's here, so I'm gonna go ahead and go to the parking lot.” You said, opening the door after slipping on some shoes and making your way down the stairs. You walked down silently so as to not disturb your neighbors and searched the lot for his car, spotting it shortly after and beginning to walk towards it.
You knocked on the window and opened the car door, taking a seat on the passenger seat and glancing over at him.
“Hello!” You immediately said, opening up your arms as he leaned over and hugged you tightly.
Embracing you warmly, he planted a kiss on your lips and refused to let you go. “Jeez, I missed you so much.” He started as you nodded, returning him that same comforting hug.
“Are you recording?” He asked as you nodded, “yeah, I hope you don't mind.”
“No, of course not.”
He grabbed the phone and showed himself on the screen, waving at the soon to be audience while smiling brightly
“Hello! I'm smiling but you won't be able to see that.” He teased the camera, placing the phone in the middle of the car indent
“True.” You added, laughing in the process. “They're so curious, but unfortunately we can't reveal yet. Maybe in a couple more years we will.” You smiled as he nodded.
“Definitely.”
He started driving out of the lot and into the driveway, passing places as you both chatted about random things. Whenever he stopped at red lights, you always leaned in to kiss his cheek and he occasionally teased you by turning his head the moment you did so.
It made you shy, but you just continued doing so.
You had always had the reputation of being the lovey dovey couple, it honestly somewhat shocked you that your viewers still hadn't caught on to who the mysterious man was, especially when it was that obvious, so recognizable.
But you weren't complaining, it was a good thing if not.
Holding hands, you both walked through the aisles of the mall, before he stopped and left in another direction. You were looking at some mangas and showing your camera the books you found yourself interested in.
“This one looks interesting.” You pointed at a specific manga within the row of books before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You turned around and found your boyfriend there, you stared at him confused until he revealed his hands from behind his back.
“I don't know if you have it already…” he shyly stated as he revealed a Kuromi which you had been dying to get your hands on.
“No freakin way - they have it here!??” your eyes sparked with light as you took to figure from his hands.
“Yes!” He immediately responded, making you run over to the direction you saw him going, really just guessing the direction but either way it had worked because you found it.
“I'm buying it…” you started before he shook his head and planted a kiss on your hair.
“No need, I already put anything you want on my card don't worry.” He smiled as your eyes watered.
WARNINGS | Breaking up, signs of cheating, feelings of guilt
SYNOPSIS | Your best friends, Jihoon and Hyunsuk had been receiving the silent treatment from you, however when Hyunsuk confronted you about it, the conversation didn't go as expected.
NETWORK | @starlit-network @blossomnet
A/N | I honestly love this fic, it feels so Kdrama plot (*´ω｀*).
There is no reason for feeling the way I do.
Maybe that’s what drives me to continue feeling the same way I do about him even after entering highschool.
Jihoon, who I met and had been my best friend since childhood, met Choi Hyunsuk in middle school.
When he introduced us to each other: there were no initial feelings; they developed shortly after on my side.
It drives me crazy the way I’ve kept these feelings all up until highschool. I don’t want to feel anything for him, especially now that I have tried to distance myself in attempt of getting rid of these sentiments.
I can’t even bring myself to date, no matter how much I want to. The guilt always lingers, and I hate that.
“Y/n!”
A familiar voice called from a distance, causing you to turn around and shut the journal in which you had been writing in.
“Well, if it isn’t Park Jihoon… Tell me, what shall my services offer you today?” You smirked, watching him roll his eyes as he pulled open the chair on the desk beside you and made himself comfortable. Leaning back, and relaxing as he watched you.
“Journaling on intrusive thoughts again?” he chuckled as you glared at him.
You hated how well he knew you.
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” You replied as he shook his head and waved his hands.
“Not at all.” He nodded as you picked up the journal and put it back inside your bag.
“You wanted to talk I’m assuming?” you lifted an eyebrow as both his expression and posture changed; lightly nodding in response to your allegation.
“You could say that.” He answered nervously.
“Then?” You muttered, lifting an eyebrow; noting his sigh.
“You’ve been distant. From both me and Hyunsuk. I just wanted to check if everything was okay.” he started, avoiding eye contact as you waved your hand dismissively.
“I’ve just been enjoying my alone time.” you shrugged indifferently.
He remained unconvinced, but decided to leave it at that to avoid conflict.
“If you say so.”
His reply was cold and blunt, standing up from the chair and walking out of the classroom. His actions spoke more than his words, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for what you were doing, you knew it wasn’t right. Truthfully, you only wanted to avoid Hyunsuk, but due to the fact that you all used to be a trio; it meant that you had to avoid Jihoon too.
You’ve never told anyone about your crush on Hyunsuk. You were afraid. Afraid of something unknown perhaps.
Glancing up at the clock, you shook your head, snapping back to reality in moments and standing up from the chair. Making your way out of the lonely classroom and into the hallway.
Both Jihoon and Hyunsuk were great friends: they supported and hyped you up in every decision you made. When you decided to try out for sports teams, they were there to encourage you; if you wanted to go somewhere but had no one to do it with, they’d clean up their schedules and accompany you.
You didn’t want to seem ungrateful, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t done anything for them either.
Jihoon was always there for you, he’s your longest and most loyal relationship. Hyunsuk was your second to that. You loved them both equally and nothing would change that.
But even the simplest of decisions seemed hard around them. You didn’t want to make a mistake or fail in front of them. The mere thought of it seemed humiliating.
You found your next class and took a seat, sighing at the thought and stress of everything. The world weighed heavily at the moment.
“Y/n.”
Turning around at the sound of your name, you locked eye contact with the person behind you, smiling awkwardly.
Something so obvious could be forgotten in moments when it comes to your overthinking habits. You forgot the person who had been in that same class with you for almost the middle of the year by that point. Choi Hyunsuk
He sighed, smiling softly before fixing your hair.
“What are you up to now?” he questioned.
You couldn't help but twitch. How was he not angry after everything, all the ignoring, all the avoiding.
“Just waiting for class to start.” You mumbled as he sneaked up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and massaging them.
“Are you now?” He added to which you nodded and turned around.
You jolted around in a matter of seconds, lifting an eyebrow at his actions. “What are you doing?” you switched the topic, noticing him chuckle in response.
“Just as I thought.”
You lifted an eyebrow, caught off guard by his set of words.
“You're not avoiding us. You're trying to avoid me.” He spoke as you immediately shook your head in response.
“That's not it.” You muttered, turning back around. You weren't sure how he'd caught on but you didn't want to feed onto it.
“If you're questioning how I know: you avoid eye contact with me, you seem natural around Jihoon, you purposely go out of your way to avoid seeing me. We used to walk to 4th period together but you started taking a different route; a longer one to be more specific.” He said, again catching you off guard once more.
“I didn't intend to-”
“Say what you want Y/n, but if I did something I think I deserve to know.” He spoke softly.
Choi Hyunsuk was always like this. And you hated it.
Everytime you tried and tried to get over him.
He always just drew you right back into his circle.
“No, you didn't do anything.” you finally replied.
“Then what is it? You can tell me.” He smiled, partially relieved that it had been nothing.
Sighing, you felt yourself be brainwashed by his kind and gentle tone once more. Before you ever liked Hyunsuk, you'd dated one guy— just one; and that relationship was filled with culpability and betrayal.
When he broke up with you, and you cried; Hyunsuk was the one there for you— bringing you your favorite restaurant and snacks, flowers and spending all the time you needed, comforting you, hugging you: making you feel loved.
That was when you fell in love with him, when you noticed the feelings that had likely been there long before, or at least decided to accept them.
“I don't know.” You replied, beginning to feel anxious.
“Listen, no matter what it is; I'll always be here. Here to support you. Here to care and love you; whether platonic or romantic, I don't care.”
You looked up at him upon hearing the word romantic, eyes widened with realization at his statement.
“What?” You muttered, questioning his word choices as his expression remained indifferent, smiling knowingly shortly after.
“Do you think friends just show up to each other's houses with flowers and chocolates on Valentine's Day?”
SYNOPSIS | Kim Seungmin had only ever dated one person in his lifetime, and that person would later become his future CEO after they both swore to succeed and accomplish their dreams without the assistance of their biggest supporter, each other.
NETWORKS | @starlit-network @blossomnet
TAGS | @eridanuswave
A/N | This fic feels a bit Kdrama(y) and I spent a lot of time writing it, so I hope it can get at least 2 comments or helpful reblogs 🥲👍
In the city of Seoul, Novara Studios became one of the biggest independent film agencies. The company and its employees had broken many records, earned many rewards, and had a large-loyal fanbase.
And the CEO? No different.
L/n Y/n, a top and well known superintendent of the industry who has participated in many hit shows’ production and story writing. She only hired the best of directors, editors, producers, and actors, resulting in a large mass of high quality TV production. Some of the biggest shows from the label included Crimson Truth, Wings of Eternity, and Tides of Life.
When it came to Novara Studios, their viewers could expect no less than perfect. There was no such thing as a flop show when it came to this enterprise as every single series and movie included a realistic, relatable, and enjoyable plot which always made sense and added up.
The company was established less than a decade ago, so how was it already driven so highly to the top?
The question was fairly simple to answer.
Kim Seungmin, a highly respected singer at the time had participated in one of the studio's first ever releases as the male lead. Which led to a massive breakout from the public towards the company. Success was everywhere: streams of series came in large numbers, and the public began watching the previous shows from the agency. Merchandise was released and the sales were huge; all because of one actor.
Since then, the company has released hit after hit show; whether a big star would be present in the cast or not, it would be watched and loved. Small actors became huge and admired for their talent, the label would earn good profit and pay their actors fairly based on their role importance in a series, even smaller roles earned good money.
So where is the negative outcome in all of this?
One wouldn't expect something negative in a company that seems to have it all. But well, maybe that one issue just happened to be a little personal- tied back to the root and core of the agency, involving someone who used to be the most special human to them.
And maybe it was the one person who was also the reason behind the success received from the industry. Or perhaps, vice-versa.
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The bus was slow and quiet. Passengers with headphones on their head and phones in their hands were sitting around, all waiting to reach their destination in the depths of the night.
There were only around 4 people on the bus, it was late and Seungmin had fully expected to be alone on his trip home. It was what he wanted, if not.
Work had ended later than expected and he found himself on the bus due to his car refusing to start up last minute. He couldn’t call anyone due to how late it was, so he simply picked up all items of value and pushed them into his bag.
His headphones were on and he was listening to some relaxing and unwinded songs, the sound of the singer's voice echoing beautifully in his head as he stared out the window into the stunning streets of Seoul.
The bus was dark, only a couple lights flicked on not including the phone screens of the other passengers. As Seungmin was in the back, it didn’t bother him other than the occasional glimpse of a reflection on the window.
“Shoot…” He quietly groaned to himself, lifting his head from the glass and unzipping his bag.
That’s when it fell.
The picture he had forgotten about.
“A singer you say?”
He nodded, fully expecting some type of judgement by the unrealistic aspiration he yearned for. It was more of a vision he held for the future that had little to no chances of occurring. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life yet other than possibly pursuing a career in singing, something he enjoyed. Even if he managed to make it happen, there was no guarantee it would take off.
However, instead of bringing him down to earth or hitting him with a sense of sagacity, your face lit up and you grew excited.
“You’d be amazing at that! You’re already a magnificent vocalist!” you optimistically exclaimed, clapping your hands in awe as he slightly tilted his head, unable to hide his gaiety from your unexpected response.
“Are you not going to say anything about it? Like it’s ridiculous or impractical?” He finally questioned, catching you off guard.
You chuckled, shaking your head in denial. “Why would I? In fact I have a pretty ‘ridiculous’ and ‘impractical’ dream myself.” You responded with a sarcastic tint to your voice. He sat beside you, staring in astonishment from the statement.
“Nothing that you wanna do is impractical. You could eat the world if you wanted to.” He assured, to which you nodded.
“I would say the same for you.” You muttered. He immediately looked at you and began speaking before you cut him off.
“Have some faith in yourself, will you? You’re more capable than you can imagine. You’re seriously a genius in so many subjects; there are just no limits when it comes to you. You’re simply able to accomplish anything you want if you really put yourself to it. Just believe in yourself.” You smiled, his expression visibly changed to one of relief.
You were the person that inspired him to change his view on life. You gave him the confidence he needed. Anytime he felt upset you were there: when he lost an important friend or someone made fun of him, you were by his side, supporting him in the times he needed it the most even when his suffering appeared to be silent.
Overtime, he became good at hiding his emotions from the outside world, that included you.
You went from the person he trusted most to the one he swore to contain his vulnerability around. It wasn’t his fault, the culprit was his developing imposter syndrome; and maybe you were partly the reason for it.
Two slow knocks came at his door, he couldn’t hear them through his tears.
Sometimes he had erratic breakdowns from his overthinking habits. The fear of making mistakes and goals that weighed down so heavily on him. His relationship with you felt like a burden rather than a piece of enlightenment or mirth; the fear of not being good enough, or not being able to provide what he should felt so substantial.
The thoughts consumed him, so much he hadn’t realized you entered his room and sat down beside him.
“Seungmin.” You muttered; tone serious and dissatisfied.
He flinched hearing your voice, forgetting he had given you a spare key to his apartment. He slightly smiled seeing your face, wiping his tears trying to put himself back together,
“Y/n, I didn’t see you.” He nervously mumbled, but you already knew that and more.
That night, you ended things.
The breakup made him realize his mistakes perhaps, as he made the effort to finally change. He dedicated himself to his studies and put in any hard work necessary for success. Finally, he collaborated with producers and released his first album in March, 2018.
His confidence rose once more, feeling accomplished by his achievements.
He realized he couldn't take all the credit; a significant portion of his success was thanks to you. You stood by him throughout the journey, and he never once pointed fingers or harbored resentment over the breakup. He fully grasped the situation and acknowledged his mistakes from that time. However, unable to change the past, he chose to look ahead and eventually became a part of the revolutionary agency, Novara Studios.
Though he was a singer, he wanted a fresh start in a new industry; something to further boost his career.
His awareness at the time was limited. Information on you was low and no name was ever mentioned in any articles he read about the company. Of course, this wasn't something he worried much about considering the agency had only been established a year after his admission and had just begun promoting themselves at the time.
If he would've known that you would've been the CEO of the company; he would've searched somewhere else.
But he wouldn't deny that he truly felt fortunate to be able to work with you once more.
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He entered the headquarters and set his stuff down. Organizing his belongings and beginning to walk over to the stylists room. Filming started at 9 am, so he needed to be ready by then.
“Kim Seungmin.” He heard a voice call from a distance, immediately catching his attention and making him look in the direction where it came from.
“Good morning chief.” He smiled as you came into better sight.
You glanced up at him and smiled back in a friendly manner as you quickly broke eye contact and looked back down at your hands and handed him the envelope. The tension was evident.
“When I came in this morning, I realized your car was still in the parking lot so I assumed you had some issues with it last night. I wanted to ask if you needed me to call a towing company so they could fix your vehicle.”
He was caught off guard, but he beamed in appreciation as he nodded, and just as quickly as you came, you vanished out of sight.
He sighed; today was the first day of filming a new drama that the entire company had worked hard on to begin. Seungmin would be playing the role of the male lead who also happened to be the main character of the overall show. It had taken months of preparation so he was relieved everything was finally ready.
He walked into the stylist room, allowing them to apply light makeup and dressing him in proper attire for the first few shots.
He sat in the lobby, watching the others as actors began to pile up and sit on the couches around him.
“Seungmin!”
He glanced over at his coworker, Jisung, whom he had been fairly close with approaching him.
“New day, new role.” He said, causing Seungmin to chuckle in response— shutting his book and shifting his full attention.
“You didn't come here for no reason; what is it?” He questioned as Jisung shrugged.
“Been hearing a little bit of rumor around the company. Apparently, Yuri resigned from the role of female lead a week ago.” he said, immediately shocking Seungmin.
“What!? So suddenly?” He exclaimed, causing Jisung to nod.
“I was shocked too, but it appears to be true as she's not present here today, and it was strictly stated that all participating actors had to be present today.” Jisung added.
Seungmin took a moment to process his words, glancing down before looking back up at him and sighing.
“Do you know what we're going to do then?” He asked as Jisung shrugged.
“No idea, but I heard that CEO L/n will be in charge of direction for the next couple of weeks.”
Seungmin’s expression dropped as he heard his colleague complete his sentence. Suddenly, the events that took place in the morning made sense as he listened to every word.
“Chief will be directing the series?” He asked as Jisung nodded.
“That’s what I said.” He responded.
It wasn’t common to have you be present in the main building, as your office was located in a separate entrance which didn’t connect to this one. You normally stopped by a couple times during filming, however you were often busy with your own things and didn’t have time to be present. He doubted you had only come to remind him of his car.
The intercoms suddenly came on, colleagues checking their phones the moment it spoke.
‘Everyone in the lobby, please report to the studios. I repeat, Everyone in the lobby, please report to the studios.’
Those in the lobby stood up, walking over to the studio rooms to be directed into their next move. Filming wouldn’t be taking place in the building, everyone needed to be directed out and driven to the location where it would be happening.
Surely, as they arrived, you were standing in the front with a small paper— directing everyone to their van. You glanced up at him, although avoided extended eye-contact and signaled both him and Jisung to their van.
Soon enough, you all arrived at the small, traditional hanok located in a small neighborhood; the neighborhood itself wasn’t actually populated but was more of a tourist location— of course it had been closed off for film purposes.
You escorted 3 actors out, him and Jisung along with an older woman who would play the role of their mother. The film crew stepped out of their own separate van and followed inside the building. Setting up their cameras and equipment.
The house had been cozily decorated, looking full of life even after years of being void from it. Seungmin walked around, investigating all corners of the home.
“It’s in such good condition despite being abandoned for over 2 decades.” He turned to Jisung, who nodded in response as he touched the light wooden walls.
“Right, the paint isn’t chipped or anything,” he added.
The entire drama was aiming for a sense of nostalgia. The main character living in a hanok was more than just nostalgic but also aesthetically pleasing. However, to him, a hanok was more than just his temporary home, but also a significant part of his past; his real past.
You walked in, noticing them just casually becoming familiar with their new home.
“Hey, you both can look around later; we need to get filming.” You proclaimed, causing them both to turn around and nod.
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The dark skies derived quickly, and so did the cold temperatures. Seungmin wrapped the blue crocheted scarf around his neck and covered his hands with the paired mittens. He threw his cross bag over his shoulder while waving goodbye to his colleagues and making his way out of the property, walking to his car with the keys in hand.
The parking lot was almost empty by that point, it made sense, it was nearly midnight.
He opened the driver side door and stepped in, preventing the door from shutting with his leg as he turned on the car and allowed it to heat up.
He was about to shut the entrance and drive his way back home, however, he looked into his rear view mirror and noticed a car behind him, one he recognized to be yours with you outside and investigating the tire.
Slowly, he smiled, lightly chuckling to himself. He opened the door and walked over to the car with his hands in the small cozy pockets of his jacket.
“Why aren’t you parked in the superintendent lot?” He questioned, causing you to flinch and immediately turn around with your hand on your heart, gaze immediately falling to his attire.
“Excuse me?” You mumbled as he chuckled once more.
“This is the employee lot, as the CEO you should be in the superintendent lot.” He answered, ducking down and looking at your tires, none having any visible damage or impairment.
“Will it not turn on?” He asked as you slightly nodded your head, continuing to refuse eye contact. He couldn’t help but smile seeing you that way, it made his heart feel a little lighter.
He stood up, adjusting your coat before you quickly pulled away.
“I don’t need your help, these are things I can deal with myself.” You murmured.
Silently, he nodded in understanding.
“I apologize.” He bowed, staying in that position for multiple seconds before standing back up.
“But at least, allow me to drive you home.” He mumbled, straightforward yet timid.
You looked at him, unknowing of how to answer the question; yet again, it wasn’t like he gave you the opportunity to as he was already making his way over to his car, glancing back at you before entering and shutting the door behind him.
You remained in spot for multiple moments, ultimately sighing, locking your car and walking over to the passenger side, shutting the door behind you.
He couldn’t help but beam as he put the car in drive and began making his way onto the driveway.
The majority of the ride was silent, you leaned your cheek against the fist which rested on the window and stared blankly at the streets. You found yourself stealing glances at the man who used to be your only, unable to catch a grip of the one question you wanted to ask, yet refused to.
“Why do you still have it?” Your voice spoke, void of all emotions with a slight tremble.
He gripped the steering wheel tighter, gulping at the question and feeling the familiar sense of anxiety wash over him.
“Have what?” He muttered, making the turn onto a separate road.
“The clothes. The coat, scarf, mittens, why do you still have it!?” You nearly yelled, feeling slight tears swell up in your eyes as your throat warmed.
He kept calm, refusing to take his eyes off the road as he listened to you.
“It’s special to me.” He responded, however, that only caused the frustration in you to spread.
“Why? Why is it that I work so hard to finally be able to accomplish my dream yet the moment I do you have to come in and ruin everything? Why is it that the universe always makes me rely on you? My confidence, success, everything is always about you! Why can’t I do something for myself!?” You held your head, feeling the same painful ache in your heart as you did that day.
The car came to a halt as he turned over to face you, the tears streaming down your cheeks, fingers tugging your hair in indignation.
Tears warm, you slowly felt his hands wrap around your torso and pull you closer, embracing you warmly with your head resting on his shoulder.
“I never realized the pain I had caused you.” He muttered, embracing you warmly with a care you hadn’t felt in so long, it almost felt surreal.
The frustration and resentment your heart once felt all faded with his words and touch; an overwhelming sense of security was all that was left, the tears had stopped flowing and so had your sense of time. You didn’t notice your own hands wrapping around him in a position that felt so nostalgic, something you hadn’t felt in over eight years.
SYNOPSIS ! Kim Seungmin had only ever dated one person in his lifetime, and that person would later become his future CEO after they both swore to succeed and accomplish their dreams without the assistance of the other.
SYNOPSIS | Kim Junkyu lives a life of luxury, being a famous model with millions of fans, but maybe that is only the side the screens show…
WARNINGS | Small hints of murder, strong(ish) mafia themes, Junkyu is a little bit of a brat, manipulation topics, swear words, overall it's kinda wholesome.
A/N | HI! This fic is mainly in Junkyu's point of view because I wanted to try a new format of writing, overall, I hope you enjoy reading and I am very sorry and not uploading ;)... I've been a little inactive lately, but I'm going to try to comeback. Yes, I will be continuing my series (atz yh) but keep in mind that I only posted the first chapter to see how it went, not to continue it for the moment, so yes I'll continue writing it and will post the remaining chapters when they're ready :)!
“If you expect that raise, then you best bring me the best information you can find,” he demanded.
Junkyu sighed, placing his hands behind his back as a form of respect.
“I'm already one of the biggest celebrities in Seoul; I'm sure however much money it'll be I wouldn't need it.…” he muttered, watching his boss turn around as he lowered himself.
Sometimes he couldn't hold back his form of speech.
“It'll be lots of money, so I recommend reconsidering those words.” He scolded, figuring Junkyu wouldn't pay much more of his attention as he simply nodded and made his way back towards the door, bowing on his way out.
He exited through the back, entering the vehicle through the Limo’s door as his bodyguard drove away.
Though he was still processing his bosses words, he couldn't help but recall them so vividly every time they recurred in his mind.
The more he thought the more he noticed that everything he did for the organization was practically useless, but what more could he expect from being a member of a mafia.
He'd done countless of unexplainable things, but it was all for a good cause, and that was something others couldn't understand.
Maybe if he had just quit the moment he began his career as a model, it would all be normal. But then again, maybe it was simply the fear of stalkers finding out that secret that had been long buried, exposing him to the public for millions of people to misunderstand; or possibly it was the thought of them blackmailing him with it.
He preferred not to think about it.
The car’s door opened as he was greeted by screaming crowds and millions of paparazzis speaking over each other and invading personal space as they pushed their mics up to his face.
Politely, he declined the interview attempts and chuckled while making his way inside the modeling agency.
“Look who's here.” A female voice teased from ahead as he waved goodbye to the fans positioned outside.
He smirked in a teasing manner, deciding to add more fuel to the fire by approaching her with that same mocking demeanor.
“I wasn't expecting to see you here my lady.” He finally spoke, beginning to walk in the direction of his stylists room.
“There was a change of plans.” She shrugged.
He nodded in understanding; a sense of satisfaction washing over him as she wasn't known for frequent schedules. Encountering her brought him some sense of genuine joy.
“L/n Y/n!” A voice echoed from the distance causing her to glance back towards the source of her name. There stood her manager, a considerable distance away with a puzzled expression.
Finally, he began walking up to her, politely greeting the familiar face which had been all over recent magazines and TV commercials.
“What are you doing? Your turn is coming up." he asked, prompting her to nod in acknowledgment as she looked back at her friend.
“I need to head out, my shoot is up soon.” She chuckled, and he nodded, observing her walk away peacefully with her manager into her stylists room.
He turned around, not needing to turn his head to become aware of the coming presence.
“Junkyu.” A voice lingered in the air. Junkyu turned his head and there stood the person he had mostly anticipated.
Park Jihoon, a model from a big agency with a huge fanbase. Not only that but he also seemed to release banger music.
Jihoon also happened to be one of the main sources to the mafia's disposal. There was nothing he wasn't good at.
“Did they give you your next investigation to carry out?” He questioned, a look of prolepsis crossing his eyes as the words exited his mouth, almost as if he knew what was coming.
“L/n Y/n is a girl who keeps many dark secrets, one being her history with her parents. I need you to collect as much as you can about her and her family history due to this being a case of importance.”
“L/n Y/n and her family history.” He muttered to which Jihoon sighed.
“I asked them to give it to someone else, guess they never listened to me.” He chuckled awkwardly, causing Junkyu to glance back at him in confusion.
“Pardon me?” He asked.
Jihoon looked back, thinking for a moment until he glanced around, making direct eye contact with a security camera as he watched it shut off.
“They mentioned they'd give you her case, but I urged them not to as she's someone you're close with. I guess that's what they're looking for however.”
They walked into the stadium, forgetting about their shoots and simply deciding to just watch the other models and their shoots.
Watanabe Haruto was up: someone Junkyu always admired for his insane visuals and incredible acting abilities. He'd been trying different poses over a white background wall. Many other famous models and celebrities sat around them as they watched their colleagues in awe.
Jihoon and Junkyu picked their own table, a safe distance away from any other guest.
“It's alright, afterall, I'm sure she'll be relieved once her family’s out of the picture.” He sighed, looking up at an already shut off camera.
He looked back at the famous young star, smiling as his expressions changed depending on the mood his supervisors were aiming for.
You were up next, and he was left impatiently waiting for your familiar face to come up, smirking the moment it finally did.
“Seeing her here is only making things easier for me in a matter of fact.”
***
‘L/n Y/n is dating Kim Junkyu?’
‘Are L/n Y/n and Kim Junkyu a couple?’
‘Alleged leaked photos caught L/n Y/n and Kim Junkyu kissing.’
It was all over social media and he knew it. It was also likely the cause for why he was called up to his bosses office so suddenly one morning.
After multiple deep breaths, he finally opened the door to see his boss holding multiple files worth of informational papers, slamming them flat onto his arms the moment he approached his desk.
“What the hell are you thinking Kim Junkyu!?” He scolded.
Junkyu rolled his eyes very lightly, looking back at his boss with eyes of acknowledgement.
“I can't control what fans think-”
“But you can control what you do!” He once again yelled, making Junkyu flinch ever so slightly. He knew he was right.
Multiple moments of silence passed with no one saying a word.
“Alright. I'll shut down the rumors later today. We have another shooting event in the evening, where I believe L/n will be attending.”
His boss stared in intimidation, ultimately nodding to his apology and accepting it, shooing him away shortly after.
Junkyu didn't have an exact plan on how to do so, but he knew that it was all simply a lie. The main regulation of this organization was the strictly prohibited lovers rule.
But he was their most crucial piece.
And you, were his lady ever darling.
“Junkyu!” You called from afar, once more approaching him as he stared at you, smiling while doing so.
“I'm glad you made it.” He teased as you shook your head in playful annoyance, rolling your eyes in the process.
“I don't miss every event.” You defended, making him nod.
“I'm aware, my lady.”
You didn't realize when he dragged you into that secluded room, gripping your arms with an undeniable strength as he pinned you up against the wall.
Staring in utter confusion, you watched him move closer to you, constantly bringing your faces closer and closer together.
He smirked seeing your flustered expression.
“What do you say we put an end to these rumors my lady?” He asked.
You gulped, face burning as your cheeks turned a light red color.
“I.. I agree, it'll get in the way of our careers.” You assured, attempting to get out of the entire situation.
“Then shall we do so? What do you say we put an end to them by making them a reality?”
PAIRINGS | Vampire! Killer! Sunwoo x Cryptozoologists! Fem! Reader
GENRE | Vampire Au, Angst, Fluff(ish)
WORD COUNT | 2.3k
SYNOPSIS | What happens when multiple series of death happen at the same time, all with different motives and zero connection between the victims. Most people would blame an organization; but your team blames something… a little more otherworldly.
WARNINGS | Mentions of death, unnatural cases, a bit of blood, crime scenes, swear words(ish)
NETWORK | @deoboyznet @starlit-network @k-library
A/N | It took me a while along with a lot of postponing, but this is my submission for @deoboyznet boyz who bite event. It isn't my best work at all, a bit lazy but it will due :D
“Y/n! What do we do with them?”
You stared at the body which laid on the floor, unsure of how to respond to your colleagues.
The police had called your team because this case looked unnaturally gruesome, something that didn't look like the work of a human due to the extent of it. You were put in charge for the moment; though you weren't the main boss.
“Bring them to the lobby for now. It'd be important to bring them in for investigation.” you finally responded, seeing your coworker nod in understanding and run over to those in charge of caring for the corpse.
You sighed, turning around and spotting Chanhee approaching you, clipboard in hand.
Choi Chanhee was one of the newer guys; he was in charge of concluding what monster everyone should be expecting in a certain situation based on any small clues he could find; this was actually his first serious case.
“Whatcha find?” You asked informally, seeing him chuckle as he took a spot right next to you.
“I found a couple things on the body, such as two bite marks on their neck and multiple stains of unidentifiable blood covered fingers on walls. It seems like whoever, or whatever did this knows that they won't be in police systems.”
You stared at his writing, nodding in response.
“Right so-” before you could finish your question he shushed you with an undeniable confidence. You held your laughter, trying to remain professional, but to be completely honest you thought it was adorable.
“Vampires are the most likely cause.” He stated, making you second glance all the gathered clues and nod.
“It'd make sense; the two bite marks and fingerprints seem to add up.” you started, scanning the room for any other missed clues that had yet to be discovered. You glanced back to see him slowly walking forward, you followed him shortly after.
“However, I also found that the fingerprints carried a certain detail that could prove helpful in our investigation. I took some time to study the previous records that we have on various creatures, and found a seemingly repetitive pattern for vampires. All of them have this certain mark on their finger that they receive depending on their vampire age. The older the vampire is, the bigger and more evident the mark will be.”
He approached a stained wall, locating the mark and allowing you to inspect it.
“Judging by this mark; it appears this vampire is quite young, appearing to only age around 15-25 years old.”
You glanced back at him.
“You found all of this just by looking at a fingerprint?”
He chuckled awkwardly, nodding his head in response. How could such an important factor go unnoticed? Was all you could bring yourself to ask, not out loud, but it was still a worthy question.
“Alright then, best go talk to a superior on this new discovery. You better teach us about this age telling mark.” You said with a tease, watching him grin before nodding.
“Y/n!” A voice called from afar. It was Juyeon, who had been jogging towards you while holding a folder.
“What is it?” You asked, seeing him hand over the folder full of files.
“Your husband… Kim Sunwoo is here to pick you up.”
“What!?”
Chanhee and Juyeon looked over at you with a confused expression. You shook your head to snap out of your transe and decided to accept it.
“Not sure why he decided to do so in a time like this but alright.”
Glancing around, you called out and decided to put Jacob in charge. He was the better option between everyone in the crowd.
Waving goodbye and making your way outside; stepping over the ‘crime scene’ tape as you approached your husband.
“What important event is it today that you had to pick me up early?” You asked teasingly, watching him look up from his phone to return that teasing gaze.
“Forgot our anniversary?”
Your expression immediately dropped as you scrambled for your phone, watching him burst out laughing as the screen lit up and showed a different date.
“I'm kidding.”
“You jerk.” You responded with a laugh, placing your phone back inside of your pocket before looking back up at him who was leaning down to plant a small kiss on your forehead.
“Hey now, that’s a bit rude.” he chuckled teasingly, earning a mimic from you as he walked over to the driver side door. You entered the vehicle and felt the car go into drive. You simply stared out the window as he drove off; the small restaurant which had become a crime scene vanished out of sight.
Far too focused into your own thoughts, you spoke without much of a thought.
“Sunwoo… do you believe in monsters? All those creatures we hear and see in movies and novels?” You asked in a low voice that expressed your exhaustion.
He hesitated for a moment, stopping at the next red light and relaxing back on his seat for a moment as he remained silent. He sighed, “There must be something out there.” he muttered, almost to himself as he leaned back up upon the once red light becoming a bright neon green.
“Something you discovered at work?” He questioned, to which you nodded, not moving your gaze from the window and continuously staring at the outside.
It wasn’t supposed to be said, but Sunwoo was your husband and you practically told him everything that was meant to be kept secret from anyone outside of those in the organization.
“A new body was discovered. Police say that the murder must have taken place sometime around the early hours of the morning.” you groaned, watching him glance at you through the rear view mirror and nod.
“So many new cases of late; have you ever thought they all may be connected?” he questioned, watching you glance over back at him and nod knowingly.
“We have, but it seems that the culprits are all different people and none of the victims seem to be closely related. I suppose the motives should be different as well.”
He didn’t say much after that, simply listened and offered to buy you fast food; and well, you didn’t ask him to say much either, afterall it was a situation between you and your colleagues; something between you and your job.
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Sunwoo approached the doorway, wiping the red off of his cheek and slipping into the warmth of his jacket; knocking on the door and waiting for the person on the other side.
The door opened slowly and cautiously.
“Sunwoo? How the hell are you walking around like that?” He said, being quick to drag him into the room.
“Don't overthink it.” Sunwoo reassured, entering the small and cozy living space and taking a seat on the couch. “I was cautious when making my way over here.”
“I surely hope you were.” He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief as he passed Sunwoo a black towel to clean himself.
“So what have you been up to Eric?” Sunwoo said casually, earning a reaction from Eric as he immediately turned due to his nonchalant attitude.
“That's what I would like to ask you. What did you do?” Eric redirected, brewing some coffee and taking down 3 mugs from the cabinets above.
Sunwoo stared before sighing and smiling to himself. “I’m not sure if I should-”
“Sunwoo?”
He turned around to the sound of his name, smiling upon seeing Eric’s roommate, Haknyeon, who was coming out of the shower and drying his hair with a towel.
“What happened to you?” He asked, unsurprised by Sunwoo’s current state and messy appearance.
“I'd like to talk about it; but before that let me take a shower. If I returned home like this I'd earn a concerned stare from Y/n.”
Eric and Haknyeon nodded in understanding, Eric's eyes softening upon the mention of his friend's soulmate. Sunwoo walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
***
They all sat in the living room, warm coffee in hands along with small store-bought muffins and pastries. Both Eric and Haknyeon refused to look away from Sunwoo, staring at him until he finally decided to speak up.
“Alright, alright.” He chuckled, placing his mug down and reaching out for a small plate.
“You don't need to speak up, we're just curious.” Eric added, to which Sunwoo shook his head.
“No worries.” He reiterated.
Haknyeon and Eric listened intently, taking a couple sips from their coffee's and paying attention to every word he spoke. Though at first disagreeing they eventually agreed and let go of the entire situation.
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You stared in confusion, seeing their uneasy stares.
“Please take a look.” He said, making you take the envelope from his hand and stare down at it.
In the envelope, there were multiple photographs of the crime scene from the previous day. At first glance there isn’t anything particularly wrong with them; it wasn’t until closer inspection that you noticed the figure who lingered in the back of the photos. All except one.
“Who is that..? You stuttered, seeing them take glances at each other before shaking their heads.
“We were hoping you would know that...” Jacob replied, the small bit of hope in his voice fading into an abyss of emptiness.
As if on cue, Chanhee walked into the room. His curiosity had gotten the better of him and he decided to check what the sudden commotion was about; heart dropping upon hearing the news of the mysterious person in the back of the captured pictures and almost quitting right then and there.
“This doesn't make sense. Vampires don't appear on pictures. They can't appear on pictures..!” Chanhee exclaimed, making you all glance at him realization.
He was right. Vampires and many other mythical creatures don't appear on photographs due to the fact that they aren't exactly alive; they aren't technically real.
Jacob and Hyunjae tried to reason, maybe it was one of your people though it was highly unlikely. Juyeon stayed silent, although you knew it was just him trying to make himself feel better about the entire situation. You on the other hand, took the time to analyze the photo better, the body shape seemed oddly familiar to you.
“If there was someone else there; I'm confused as to how they went unnoticed.” A voice spoke from the doorway.
You all turned around, coming face to face with Kevin who stood in the entryway of the room. Hyunjae’s face lit up by the entrance of the familiar face; feeling better to see someone reliable and different.
“Or how they got passed the cops who were positioned outside on that manner.” Jacob added, his voice of fear being replaced by annoyance.
However, you remained silent as they all argued, and for that left the room without saying another word. This was more than just a vampire case and you knew it. It was a case of some sort of betrayal.
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You laid in bed, being joined by your husband soon after who laid beside you, taking you into his embrace and cuddling you, pressing multiple lazy kisses up to your temple.
“Long day?” He asked in a comforting voice.
“Doesn't matter right now.” You smiled, feeling his lips plant another small peck onto your forehead. His breath was shallow, low and solacing; bringing you a relaxing sensation that drifted you off into a deep state of unawareness.
You didn't know what happened next, you fell asleep.
5:27 A.M.
Sunwoo wasn't by your side.
He was gone, vanished from sight..
You waited for a couple seconds, thinking he might've gone downstairs to get a cup of water from the kitchen; but as the minutes went by, you started to discriminate that thought furthermore.
Lifting yourself from the bed, you made your way to the closet, taking out a jacket and finding the arm holes to slip into, zipping up the zipper and finding the door inside of the dark room. Your walk down the stairs was careful, your mind felt like it had been in a dream-like state, which made it difficult to concentrate when you found your shoes next to the door.
It took you a moment before you registered the feeling of the outside wind brushing up against your cheek, hair flowing by the cold air, moonlight shining inside of the house and illuminating the dark space.
“What are you doing awake?” He said, walking inside yet keeping the door open to allow the midnight air to enter of the enclosed area.
“I would ask you the same question.” You said with unintended seriousness that caused him and his stomach to turn.
“I just went out for a walk-”
You shook your head, he was lying once more and this time you wouldn't stand by it. You felt your throat tighten, in a tenseness that you found yourself unable to describe.
“Blood. It's on your shirt.”
Your mouth said it before your eyes had noticed. He looked down and glanced back up, eyes an unsettling red color that hadn't been there before. Something that only appeared now.
“Right.” He agreed, nodding casually at your words as if it was normal to be carrying around a shirt full of red stains.
You knew now,
Vampires were a very real thing.
Something so real that they shouldn't be second guessed. The way humans don't second guess another human's existence.
But vampires weren't the worst of creatures, at least not all of them. There were definitely worse things on this planet; worse stuff than blood sucking monsters who were on the constant look out for a fresh meal.
But some didn't feed off of human blood, others straight up hated it, it was different for everyone. Vampires had their own taste and likes, just like humans did. In fact, humans and vampires were species of similar kind.
Both held similar complexity, and strived to survive from everyday dangers. If any creature had the chance of blending in almost flawlessly with a human crowd, it'd be a vampire.
And of course, finding out your lifetime partner’s secret couldn't be helped. It was an obvious shock, but you learned to accept it everytime you remember his vivid words that night, reaching out his hand to bring you into the night sky with him.
