Dance with the Devil
Pairing: vamp!Heechul x Reader Genre: Roommate AU, Vampire AU, Crack Rating: M Summary: Desparate to keep your apartment, you take in a roommate who's a little…peculiar. Word Count:1.3k Warnings: Language, use of compulsion, threats of bodily harm
You fluffed the pillows on the couch and adjusted the potted flower on the coffee table for the third time. You weren’t this nervous this often, but you wanted things to turn out well. You desperately needed a roommate to help make rent until the lease was up.
Homeless wasn’t a good look for you.
Hours of combing through prospects and cleaning the apartment to perfection had to pay off here. You’d lose your fucking mind otherwise.
The knock at the door nearly made you jump out of your skin. You swear you heard a snicker from the other side of the heavy wooden door. Brushing your agitation aside, you walked briskly to the door, pausing to check your hair and clothes.
Well, here goes nothing.
You yanked the door open and froze. He was fucking beautiful.
“Hello. ______, is it?” Mr. Gorgeous bowed slightly, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I’m Heechul. We discussed subletting a room?”
“Y-yeah.” You stepped aside, head bobbing uselessly. “Please, come in.”
You accepted him without question. He was agreeable, respectable, and loaded with money. He paid the rent in full in exchange for switching bedrooms so he could get the bigger closet for his ridiculously expensive wardrobe. He never bought groceries, but then again you never saw him eat. He never tied up the bathroom. In fact, you never saw him go in or come out of it. You didn’t have to beg him to do chores as he kept the apartment tidy. You’d come home from work and it looked the same as you left it.
He was the perfect roommate.
Until you found out his secret.
Okay, first off it was a shit day. You were late to work. Missed the fucking bus. Your boss didn’t want to hear your excuses and tried to write you up out on the fucking sales floor. One thing led to another and suddenly you were banned from the store, out of a job, and would likely have a restraining order issued by the end of the week.
You weren’t in the best of moods when you got home.
Heechul, the little devil bitch, was sprawled out on the couch in your bathrobe and fuzzy bunny slippers watching The Vampire Diaries. His long black hair was tucked into your favorite towel twisted on top of his head. His flawless skin smeared with your cucumber face scrub as he shoved a handful of your coveted popcorn into his mouth.
His eyes were the size of avocados as you slammed the door. Here you’d been thinking you’d really have to kiss his ass until you found another job when instead you’d likely be kicking it. “What the hell?”
“You’re home early, _____.” He chewed noisily. “Is everything okay?”
You marched over to him, took the chips and stood in front of the tv. “What do you think? What the hell are you doing? Wearing?”
His expression turned flat in a split second. “I can’t help it if your bathrobe is the best thing for my sensitive skin after a mud bath.”
“I’m sorry—what?” You looked down the hallway as if you’d be able to see the muddy mess no doubt left behind. “You didn’t put mud in that tub.”
“I had to. How else would I get a mud bath?”
“By taking your ass to the fucking spa! You’ve got the money!”
He shrugged and said, “I do, but the sun does horrible things to my skin.”
“I really don’t give a fuck. We do not put mud in the only fucking tub we have!”
“I’m sure it’ll rinse out.” He shrugged a shoulder and reached for the chips. “Can you move aside? I want to see Damon kill this bitch.”
You picked up the remote and cut the tv off. The little screech he let out sounded eerily like a banshee or a dying witch. “Go clean up the bathroom before the landlord gets up here. I’m pretty sure you’ve clogged up the fucking plumbing and he’ll slap us with a fine, if not a lease violation!”
“Calm your fucking tits.” Heechul sat up straight, still reaching for the chips. “He already came up here.”
You could feel the blood drain from your fucking skull and an intense wave of nausea slammed you. “Oh, fuck. W-what did he say?”
“Nothing.” Heechul smiled. “He forgot what he was going to say.”
That didn’t sound like the douche nozzle you knew. “Are you sure it was him?”
“Yeah. The little short fucker that likes to quote rules and restrictions like it’s his damn social security number. We don’t have to worry about him.”
You were scared to ask but morbid curiosity got the best of you. “What did you do to him?”
Heechul tilted his head to the side. “That’s an odd way to phrase the question. What makes you think I’ve done something?”
‘Instinct,’ you wanted to say. But the dark look in his eyes made you hesitate. “I…don’t know. Okay, but what about the tub?”
“I’ll have a plumber come in and take a look tomorrow. Now, please, give me the fucking chips and move out the way.”
“Heechul, you’re wearing my shit. Go get dressed.”
“I’m sorry, are you offended by my soft skin needing pampering?” He held out his hands. “You thought I was gorgeous the entire first week I was here. This is as much for you as it is for me!”
“How in the fuck would you know what I thought about you?” Your hands slowly dropped to your sides. Something wasn’t right.
He sighed loudly. “I thought you’d take longer to figure it out. I’m a vampire.”
There was a long pause before you got words to come out, “Are you on medication that I don’t know about?”
“Oh, fuck you.” He hissed, baring his fangs. Those were new. “It’s not my fault you work yourself into the ground and end up too tired to put two and two together.” He leaned forward and yanked the chips away. “Now, little human. You can be my entertainment,” he gestured to the tv behind you and wiggled his eyebrows, “or you can be my food.” He smiled, showing off his teeth again. Chomp. Chomp. “The choice is entirely yours.”
It took you all of a minute to make up your mind. “I’m moving out.”
“What?”
You didn’t catch his expression. You dashed to your room. You shut the door behind you and locked it. Suitcase. Where’s the fucking suitcase? You went to your closet, yanked the door open, and let out a piercing scream.
His cold hand clamped down over your mouth as he walked you backward enough to step out of the closet. “Will you shut up? You’re gonna scare the sweet old lady next door. She brings me cookies.”
You slapped his hand away. “How did you—what—what—how?”
He huffed, “I’m not fluent in idiot. Pick a question and ask it.” His hands went to his hips, painting the picture of an angry mom.
“How did you get in there?” You pointed at the closet.
“Super speed. And strength, and any other thing humans do insanely slow.”
“Are you gonna kill me?” You took another step back, clipped the corner of the bed, and fell flat on your ass.
He scoffed. “I haven’t killed a human in months,” he said with pride. “Besides, while you’re a little weird, you’ve let me live how I want without too much complaint.”
He stepped over you and squatted down. His eyes flashed red for a second then he smiled. “You won’t tell anyone. In fact, you can’t even imagine yourself moving out.”
“I won’t?” He was right. It was stupid. Where would you go? How would you care for yourself? What’s wrong with him using your bathrobe? You should tell him where you got it so he can go buy more.
Yeah. More bathrobes.
And that cucumber face stuff.
“…No, you won’t. We’ll be best of friends. I promise, _____.” He stood up. “So, want to watch TV with me?”
You blinked, feeling the haze go away. You looked up at him and grimaced.
“Heechul, go put some fucking boxers on.”