content: vampire!jaemin x reader, brief mention of blood
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jaemin nosed at your throat, his burning breath contrasting his icy skin as he pressed himself against you. your hands gripped his muscular biceps as he slid his hands up and down your back, almost as if you tried to keep him at a distance despite craving him.
he took a deep breath, releasing it with a content sigh. you suddenly felt his tongue along the crevice of your neck. you shift in his lap, "jaem, not there."
jaemin simply huffed. then, a gentle bite, not enough to break the fragile skin but enough to have you squirming, longing for the sting and the pleasure that came with the sensation of him sucking your blood. "why not? you smell," he paused, sliding his nose along your veins gently, "so good here. so strong, so sweet."
you almost gave in, leaning your head to give him better access. you felt him grin, almost able to see the way his pearly fangs are exposed and his pink lips quirk upwards despite not being able to see him. you gave a gentle shake of your head as his tongue drags across the spot he was nosing at in the way he always does before the bite. "no, not again." you stop to think, aware of his persistent ways, "hurts..."
jaemin let out a breathy laugh, alternating between running his tongue over your heated flesh and nosing at it, deeply taking in your scent. "no, it doesn't. you like it here." he gently presses his teeth against you until you feel the pressure of his sharp teeth again, "you like it when i almost suck you dry. when i can fuck you just the way you like, when you're numb and weak."
you whine, recalling the many times it had occurred before, you roll your hips as his cold thigh flexes against your heat. "okay... fine. one last time."
jaemin grins again, sliding his freezing fingers up to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he finally sinks his teeth into your neck, spilling blood.
TW: blood, violence, mentions of weapons and death. Age gaps though there is no underage romance that happened, reader goes through different ages throughout the story.
Word Count: ~ 6,200
NOTE: This is the first part of the Dark Fairy Tales series feat. Dream’s ‘00 Liners.
"And what if... It is the villain you fall for? What then?"
You couldn't really remember how old you were when you first met him. Like any other child, your first memories were hazy, like a faded photograph that had receded through time or a recurring dream that you just can't completely remember the details of.
Yes, that would be the most fitting description of him—an angel from your dreams in good days, your nightmares on others.
You were barely five when you first crossed paths. It was a damp cold night in the forest, and the only source of light you had was the waning moon that played hide and seek behind the inky clouds. You were shaking from head to toe from the dampness that had clung to your dress, the flimsy excuse of a robe that you had around your shoulders causing you more trouble than comfort as it caught in the rough roots that littered the woods. You remember feeling so scared as you called out for your parents, but instead of help, it was your own frail voice that echoed back to you every time. You didn't know where you were, nor why you ended up in this scary place in the first place.
"My dear, why are you crying?"
You heard him before you even saw him. Sniffling back your tears, you tried to rub your eyes, hoping that you could see better in the darkness. A shadow stepped from behind the trees and you squinted, hoping you could see it better. You are too young to be truly aware of all the dangers in the forest, but you know enough of the basics, being raised by a family of hunters.
When the cloud shifted, you saw him in his full glory. Tall with black hair falling over his forehead, he looked at you with glowing amber eyes that dulled into a warm dark brown as they adjusted to the light. Your voice caught in your throat and you finally fell back to the ground as fear finally overwhelmed your small body. You were still scared... yet at the same time, you also felt saved.
The stranger continued watching you silently, his head leaning a little to the side as if it was the first time he was seeing a child break down. Slowly and carefully, he crossed the distance to where you sat, kneeling in front of you to peer at your face.
"Why are you here?" He asked softly, tone soothing like a lullaby. You simply shook your head and buried your face into your knees as you curled into a ball.
"You are lost…" he whispered, and your cries only grew louder. His face, too beautiful to be human, creased with worry as he watched you.
"Will you look at me, love? I can help you get out of here…"
Maybe it was just your imagination, but you thought you heard the soft voice of your mother when he spoke again. That made you finally look up, and you were met by his dazzling smile once more.
"What's your name?"
You pursed your lips.
"I do need to know it for me to help...don't worry. I won't hurt you. I'm a friend," he said gently, his voice back to its low tone. You don't know why, but just listening to him makes you calm down, your breaths evening with every word he says. Softly, you whispered your name to him.
He smiled beautifully, the moonlight throwing radiance to his perfect set of teeth.
"That's a pretty one. Will you let me touch you? I can guide you to the forest so you could find your family," he asked as he gently reached out his hand to you. You stared at his long fingers, his pale skin, and the dark dried stain on the tips of his nails before finally reaching out to wrap your hand around his wrist. He smiled wider before adjusting your grasp so he was holding you securely instead.
"Good girl. Now, will you tell me where your home is? What does it look like?"
You sniffled but forced yourself to speak up despite the roughness of your throat. You've been screaming so hard for your parents for what seemed like hours that even saying a few words hurt.
"T-the Red...House," you mumbled as you wiped the remaining tears clinging to your lashes. Your answer made the stranger beside you freeze momentarily, his eyes staring beyond as if something just struck him.
"Mister…?"
He turned his head to finally look down on you as you called for his attention and for a brief half second you were terrified. His eyes were blazing, dead, and his lips parted ominously. The whole vision of it shocked you, making you let out a soft sob, but when you blinked again, he was back to looking normal. Slowly, he smiled before tugging you gently once more.
"The Red House, I see. I know where that is. Come on now. Let's get you home before the night gets deeper."
It was not long after when you finally noticed the trees thinning around you. You don't know how much time has passed since you started finding your way out of the forest with him, but when your mind cleared, you realized that you weren't even walking on your own. Instead, you were tucked in his arms, him holding you securely against his body. You shivered slightly from how cold he felt, but he didn't seem to notice as he finally closed the distance between the rough path you are treading and the edge of the forest.
A smile broke from your lips when you finally saw your home appear around the clearing. In your excitement, you wriggled from his hold to toddle towards it a bit before turning to grin at him.
"It's that! My home!" You pointed at it excitedly, cheeks glowing. He smiled though he remained standing at the edge of the woods.
"It is. Well, go on now. Your family must be waiting for you."
You nodded excitedly and turned to start running towards it when you suddenly stopped to look back at your savior. He was still watching you curiously, his eyes twinkling in the dark. You took a few steps towards him again and raised your arms as if asking him to carry you once more.
"Mister, do you want to come? Mama can give you hot cocoa."
One corner of his lips crooked into a smile. He looked like he was internally laughing at a joke only he knew.
"No, thank you, Princess. But maybe you can invite me in at a later time. I'd like that very much," he said smoothly, voice sounding like honey. You blinked and nodded.
"What's your name?"
He didn't answer at first. The light of the moonlight shifted then and for the first time you could properly see his full beauty. He looked like one of the angel statues that guarded the cemeteries in town, the ones weeping over the graves of long lost souls. His features were soft and perfect, but his gracefulness seemed to be touched by something rough...and wild. It showed when he smiled at you one last time, eyes hooded.
"Jaemin. My name is Jaemin."
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The next time you met again, you were thirteen. It was a warm afternoon in the forest and you were only barely managing to balance the weight of the crossbow flung over your shoulder. Sweat dripped from your forehead down the ridge of your nose as your eyes followed the pheasant that appeared from between the bushes a few meters away. Holding your breath, you slowly pulled the trigger to send your arrow flying towards it.
It missed it by mere inches, but it was enough for the fowl to be alerted and scuffle like a rocket towards the other direction. You groaned in frustration as you picked yourself up from your hiding spot and tried to balance your weapon between your hands.
"You pulled the trigger too early."
A low, but clear voice made you jump from your spot in surprise. Turning around, you saw a boy sitting against the bark of a tree just a few feet away from you, his stance relaxed as if he had been there for ages. You gaped at him as you tried to calm your heartbeat down and he answered your gaze by leaning his head a little to the side.
"How—how long have you been there?" You croaked as you shot him a suspicious look. You didn't know if you were simply still so bad at hunting, but you were sure you didn't hear anything that gave away the presence of another within your vicinity. The stranger simply looked at you as if he didn’t even hear your question in the first place.
"How old are you now?"
You frowned. He smiled charmingly at you, eyes crinkling on the sides as he did.
"Old enough not to get lost in the forest anymore, I guess…"
That was the moment when realization hit you. Your memories were a little hazy by now to remember the details, but there is no way you could forget the stranger from when you were a child. Your eyes rounded, lips parting in surprise.
"You're the mister."
He slowly picked himself up from where he was sitting and you couldn't help but notice the expensive material of his clothing when he finally straightened to his full height. Quickly, you glanced at your own outfit, a simple brown dress with frayed hems and a tear on one sleeve that your mother hasn't managed to sew yet. It looked worlds apart from his silk button down and the soft leather of his boots.
The older boy stopped just a little ways from you, hands shoved into his pockets. You simply blinked up at him, wondering to yourself if he is one of the town's aristocrats and if you should bow to greet him.
"So you've started training now, I see."
You gave him a confused look before your eyes landed on the crossbow you were holding. Understanding lit up your features then and you hoisted the weapon up to sling it by your shoulders by its strap.
"Yes. But I'm still bad at it. I was hoping to catch a bird at least," you said with a slightly sulky tone.
The boy chuckled. You were trying your best to remember his name, but you couldn't quite wrap your head around it even though it was already at the tip of your tongue.
"You're mister… Jae… Ja…"
He raised his brows slightly as he waited for you to find the answer. Finally, a light bulb took off in your head and you grinned at him excitedly.
"Mister Jaemin!"
He gave you a pleased nod. As if uttering his name unlocked an imaginary barrier he couldn't cross before, he finally stepped closer to lessen the distance between the two of you, stopping a few feet from where you stood.
"You still remember it. Good girl."
Maybe it was just your imagination, but there is something about his voice that eases you into a strange kind of calmness. You can't really describe the feeling, but it's something similar to floating in water… like it was lulling you to sleep. You quickly tried to ignore it and blamed the heat for giving you weird thoughts instead.
"Do you live around here, Sir?" You asked politely. You're still not sure if he is a royal or an official, but it wouldn't hurt for you to be formal just in case.
"Mm… you can say that I guess," Jaemin answered vaguely. "I do visit the forest every now and then."
"Are you also a hunter then, perhaps?" You asked again, a curious expression settling over your features. In your township, all of the families with a hunting lineage reside in the forest borders for the sake of having easy access to their game. Your own home is the same, having been the same manor that housed your ancestors.
You watched as the corners of his lips twitched at your question in amusement. Jaemin pulled his hands from his pockets then and clasped them behind his back as he looked down on you, eyes glinting.
"I guess you could say that… I do some hunting here and there."
"Mm," you hummed in answer. He does look far from the usual hunters of your place—too prim and proper and elegant—but then again, those from wealthy families do try the activity as a form of leisure sport. Your gaze moved now to the small clearing where you lost your only hope for a game, a disappointed look briefly passing your features.
Jaemin noticed, his gaze following the area where you were staring. Silently, he took a step to the side so he was standing beside you instead. You glanced at his action, quickly noting how pale he looked even under the beating heat of the sun.
"Do you want me to teach you how to hunt?"
His question took you a bit by surprise. It was the least you were expecting from him, and you couldn't help the look of doubt that flashed in your eyes. You may be younger by years, but with all due respect to him… it’s hard for you to believe that he knows a thing about what you're doing. He looks more like a coddled prince than anything.
"Are you good?" The words were out of your lips before you could even stop yourself. Honestly, you’re quite aware that your crassness is one of your less than desirable habits—as your mother would always love to point out—but you couldn’t help it, especially during moments such as this. You immediately pursed your lips after that outburst and shot the older boy a quick look to gauge his reaction.
For about half a second, there was nothing but a look of surprise in Jaemin’s face as he looked on to you. Then, all of a sudden, he broke into laughter, his lean form bending a bit in his amusement. His voice rang loud and clear in the woods as he threw his head back and you simply looked on to him, surprised and confused at the same time.
"Am I good? I guess you could say I am," he said now, his sweet tone still laced with mirth. He moved his head a little bit to the side as he grinned and nodded towards the crossbow flung over your shoulder. "How about we check that now? I’ll give you a test and let’s see if you can answer. Do you know what caused you to miss your target earlier?"
You frowned at the sudden attack. That's the thing. You were sure that you had applied every single rule your father told you, from the way you should hold your bow, down to how you should pull the trigger. By theory, you should have done well, so the fact that you didn't still incenses you until now.
"My hand was too… shaky…?" You offered as an answer as you peered at the older boy. He simply shook his head.
"You were too impatient."
You blinked up at him. As if he sensed your confusion, he turned towards the clearing and pointed at the place you were targeting earlier.
"You tried to shoot your arrow while your prey is still on high alert. It was too early for you to try and go for the kill."
"But that—"
"That isn't what your parents told you, isn't it?" Jaemin asked, finishing your sentence for you. Your silence made him smile.
"Here's the thing about hunting… it's not a one-sided thing. Most hunters like your family would say that the odds are always tipped to the one who is holding the weapon, but it is not always the case. You have to learn how to read your prey as well… similar to how you would if you are dancing with someone. Study their movements. Only then will you know the perfect time to jump on your target."
You let his words sink in slowly. It is definitely the exact opposite of the little training your father has given you so far, but you can't deny that his' makes a lot of sense. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek now, mulling over something.
"Well, that's one piece of advice I can give. You don't have to take it," Jaemin said and you saw him take a step back to turn and leave. Before he could, however, you called out to him again, your small voice more sure this time.
"Wait, mister!"
He moved to look at you and raised a brow in question. You felt heat flush on your cheeks then as you fiddled with the leather strap of your bow.
"C-can you… teach me more?"
Jaemin smiled as he turned his body to face you once more. Slowly, he offered you his hand, an unreadable expression in his eyes.
"I'll see what I can do if you promise to try your best. Deal?"
For a moment you just stared at his outstretched palm. You weren't so used to hand shaking because it feels so formal, as if you are sealing down a contract. Still, you threw caution to the wind and took it, your own small hand wrapping around his cold one. You gave it one firm shake as you met his gaze with a decided stare.
"Deal."
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For the next six years, Jaemin dipped in and out of your life. There are moments when he will be there with you for weeks to teach and guide you around the forest, but then there are also those phases when he wouldn't show up for a whole season. It used to bother you at first, until you got a little bit older and realized that there is a sense of consistency even in his erratic pattern.
Even if you wouldn’t see him for long periods, you never doubted his promise to help you out. If there’s one thing you were always sure of in your odd mentor-student dynamic, it’s the fact that he is always there whenever you need him. The woods, after all, is not exactly a child's playground so you've had your fair share of brushes with death; and while most of the time you would manage to evade them on your own, he was always there to step in during moments when you need a little help. His timing was always perfect... as if he is always watching you from afar.
It was that sureness that lent you the confidence to navigate around the forest every single time, even though you know deep inside how inappropriate it is for you to rely on him. On the other hand, nobody can also counter how skilled you have become under his watch and guidance. You still trained under your father—who was unaware of the presence of your other mentor, by the way—but it was Jaemin who really helped mold you to become one of the kingdom’s most promising young hunters.
You are sure of your talents, of course… However, there is still one thing that you are yet to achieve yourself.
Win against him.
You slowly put your crossbow down as you watched your arrow find its target. A young deer collapsed to the ground, its hind legs kicking desperately as it hit the forest floor. With a frown, you picked yourself up from where you were huddled and quickly went over it, guilt written in your eyes as you leaned over the frail thing.
"I'm so sorry. I hit you in the wrong place. Don't worry, you won't be in pain now," you said softly as you quickly ran a hand over its belly. Your other hand pulled the knife strapped to your belt and you bent over to slice a small cut on the animal's neck. It immediately stopped its struggle, its eyes turning glassy as the last of its life left it.
You sighed and straightened up after quickly wiping the blood from your blade. You’ve always hated kills like this because they always mean you failed in giving a quick, painless death to your hunts. It’s an important code for hunters to always respect their prey by doing things swiftly, and you admit it is still one part of your skill set that you are yet to perfect. You were about to sheath your knife back to your waist when you felt a slight gust of air touch the nape of your neck then, causing you to gasp and turn around quickly with your weapon on the ready. Your knife stopped mere inches from Jaemin who smiled at you, unbothered by the weapon against his throat.
"For the love of—can you stop creeping up on me?" You said frustratedly as you immediately drew back, taking the blade with you. The boy simply grinned at you charmingly as he watched you tuck the knife back into your belt.
"Don’t you think it’s better practice for you to start paying attention to your surroundings instead?” he asked smoothly, bouncing back the question to you. “You were too focused on saying a prayer for that poor deer just because you weren't able to kill it properly…"
You glanced at him briefly before turning away and opting to look at the fallen animal by your feet instead. You hate that he is always correct in his observations of you, but it’s not only that which makes you unwilling to meet his eyes. In the years that you have been working with Jaemin, there are a few things you've pieced together about this enigma of a man.
First, that he is the epitome of mystery. You still don’t know where he lives or which family he is affiliated with, though it is obvious that he has a comfortable lifestyle that is eons away from what you have. Second, there is no doubt that he is absolutely deadly, not only because of his skills that you can never seem to match, but because of his ethereal beauty that doesn’t even seem to belong to this plane of existence. And yet, those two are the least of what is odd about him. It’s the third one that weighs the most, the one factor that you can never explain even until now.
He never changes.
It wasn't that obvious to you in the first few years that you've spent with him. As an adolescent, there were other things you gave your attention to other than someone's appearance, but you soon caught up with the strangeness of it as you became more conscious of things. Now with you at 19 years of age, Jaemin looks like he still hasn't changed a day since your second meeting when you were thirteen… maybe even when you were a little girl. He still looks the same, a young man barely over twenty.
"I was… I was on target," you mumbled now, unwilling to look him in the eyes. That's another thing about this. You didn't know when it started, but over the years, the way you acted around him had started to change as well. As you matured, something inside of you shifted as well—a fact that you sometimes hate because you know just how much it distracts you from your own goal as his student. Your mistake was that you were too slow to notice where your feelings were going, and by the time you have finally caught up with it, you were already in too deep.
Jaemin, on the other hand, seems tolerant of it at the very least. The man is no innocent when it comes to these things so you are absolutely sure that he can see right through you, but on his part, he has never taken any step about it nor has he acknowledged your shift in perspective towards him in any way.
Honestly, you would be lying if you say it doesn't hurt sometimes.
"You were. But you were too impatient again," he said smoothly, eyes unwavering on you. When you didn't say anything, he sighed before stepping closer to you carefully. You felt his hands gently hold you by the shoulders, causing you to suddenly look up to him in shock. Jaemin didn’t seem bothered by it and simply looked down on you, however, before moving to turn your body so that your back was against him instead. His hands then moved from your shoulders down to your elbows, gently guiding you to put your crossbow in shooting position.
You don't have any idea about what he's trying to do but you let him guide you anyway, even as you were starting to get overwhelmed by his closeness. You felt his cold breath brush the shell of your ear as he leaned a little to match your height.
"Breathe in slowly and hold it midway," he instructed, his lips hovering just by the side of your face. You felt your heartbeat stutter, only barely managing to do what he said before he could even notice your distraction.
"Now position your finger on the trigger," he continued in a low voice as his fingers guided yours to settle on your weapon. Goosebumps rose on the back of your neck and you felt the beginnings of your head starting to swim with his voice.
"Now release," he whispered and you could swear you felt his lips brush your skin. The shock from it made you pull the trigger just as he wanted, sending the arrow flying to a spot on the tree beyond. You blinked at it, only unconsciously releasing half of the breath you have been holding after.
"That is how you do it. You need to breathe properly. You release it too fast and your hold will be shaky, you do it too long and you will lose concentration," Jaemin said, making you turn towards him again in amazement. You didn't even realize that he has taken a step back again, now standing at an appropriate distance from you once more.
"T-Thank you… I'll keep that in mind."
For a while none of you spoke, the air only broken by the far distant sounds from the birds and other animals in the forest. Jaemin continued to look at you silently as if mulling over something only he knows while you tried your best to look anywhere else but him. It was him who broke the silence first as he shifted his boots over the dried twigs he was standing on.
"If that's it, I shall take my leave. I expect you to improve after today," he said politely with a slight bow of his head before turning back. Your eyes widened at the idea of him leaving and in your hurry, you blurted out the first words that sprung from your mind in your effort to stop him.
"I met someone!"
That made him suddenly stop. It took him a few seconds before he slowly turned towards you again, his face calm. You couldn’t read his face at all, and the only indication that he heard what you said were the slight raising of his brows.
You took that as your cue to continue even though you absolutely have no idea how you wanted to say the rest. So instead of suffering over the awkwardness you started, you let your instinct simply take over by muttering whatever came to your mind next.
"M-my future husband. I am engaged," you said, your voice only barely managing to stay stable as you finished. You sounded unsure, but you weren't lying, of course. The introductions have indeed been made about a week ago, and the decision has been set by your parents before you even had time to catch your breath. In the end, it was agreed that your union wouldn’t happen until you are twenty, but it is obvious that everything has been set on stone at this point.
You didn't know what you were expecting by sharing this information with Jaemin now, to be honest, but you are just so set in letting him know about it at the very least. You weren't hoping for anything, no… but still, that doesn't make the pain more bearable when his expression simply remained the same even as you finished with your story. He barely even looked interested, as if the news didn't hold any weight for him.
He gave you slight nod after realizing you were done with your sudden share of news and offered a smile.
"That is good news. You are of age after all."
You felt your heart shatter a little bit.
"When is your wedding?" He asked curiously as if only for the sake of being polite. You tried to swallow back your tears and looked away.
"Next year… After I turn 20…"
Jaemin simply nodded. He didn’t offer anything else and you felt too ashamed of yourself to even try and continue the conversation. When it was obvious that the topic was dead, he gave another polite bow before saying the words that left your heart broken for the second time that day.
"We'll try to finish our training in the next three moons. Let's hope you finally manage to hunt what you're supposed to kill by then."
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You trudged through the fog that clouded the forest with deadly silence. Above you, the birds of the night watched you with silent judgment, their eyes glowing from their perches. The full moon waned behind the clouds, giving you enough light to at least not stumble on the dead roots that stuck out from the forest floor.
For a brief moment you were taken over by a strong sense of deja vu, back to a time when you were a mere girl lost in the same woods. The setting is almost the same now, maybe even the emotions too, but instead of feeling lost, you were charging forward, deeper into the forest with purpose instead.
"You must return successful. You have trained your whole life for this. Bring us his head once and for all."
The words of your father rang hollowly in your head again as if he branded them straight to your brain. They followed you like ghosts, weighing down every step you take now as you tried to find your destination.
The night you turned twenty, you were expecting your impending marriage to be the only thing weighing on your mind. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine the twist that was waiting for you the moment midnight struck to signal your coming of age.
All your life, you only thought that the reason hunting lineages like yours lived on the edge of the forest was to bring you closer to your prey. Never did you realize that there was a second, much important reason behind it...
Which was to keep predators from escaping it.
Predators that feast on blood. Monsters that seduce before they kill. Your father called them by many names—the Undead, Lamia, Nosferatu—but there was only one that stood out and consumed you as he told his story.
Vampires.
You weren't stupid. You already knew Jaemin is of the supernatural, but nothing could prepare you from the news that your destiny was to hunt him down. When your parents told you of a monster that you should kill as a symbolic, coming of age test before officially becoming a vampire hunter, you knew exactly who they were talking about before they could even elaborate. They spoke of him the way people would talk of myths to be feared for good reason. For decades, every first born from your family has tried to hunt him down, only to end up dead.
To be honest, you didn't know how you managed to get out of your home and find your way to the woods after the telling revelation. Yet here you are now, steps heavy and skin cold as you found your way to the clearing you have been looking for. You have no idea why you are so sure that it is the right place, but your gut feeling told you that you are where you are supposed to be—the same clearing where he found you when you were a child.
A slight cracking sound from the edge of the darkened trees triggered your reflexes and before you could even put your mind to it, your body was moving on its own to whip towards the direction of the sound. Your crossbow lifted into the air automatically, easily finding its target who stepped out from the shadows.
Your breath caught in your throat. It's been months since you last saw him—he made true on his promise to stop seeing you after you told him about your impending wedding—but he still had the same effect on you. He looked beautiful and ethereal under the moonlight, his smile enough to make angels weep and demons to run in fear. He was perfect.
"You were right on time. Happy birthday, love," he said softly with a smile, his voice making your heart squeeze. It took you everything to keep your weapon steady on its target—his heart.
"You knew… you knew even back then," you whispered, your tone breaking. You could feel a burning behind your eyes that you harshly blinked away as you met his gaze. Every fiber of your being wanted to break down, but instead you forced yourself to move your finger to rest on the trigger of your crossbow instead.
Jaemin didn't answer. Instead he continued looking at you... as if he was trying to burn your image in his mind.
"You could have killed me. You had so many chances," you continued and you thought you saw something more human briefly break his perfect facade. "Why didn't you do it?"
You could see him slowly processing your question even as he remained motionless in front of you. From where you stood, he didn’t even look like he was breathing. In the silence, you thought you saw dull flecks of amber glow from the depths of his eyes briefly before dying back down again.
"Because I didn't have a reason to."
"We are enemies!"
Jaemin pursed his lips.
"No we aren't. Your family and your ancestors before you decided on that for the simple reason that we are different from each other. This is a one-sided affair. It is you humans who have started the war and who are continuing it until now."
His words were like blades to your consciousness. You didn't know the full history of your family, but something told you he was telling the truth.
"You… Did you kill my ancestors?"
He didn't hesitate to answer.
"Yes. Because they killed mine. Like animals."
"So why… why didn't you…"
"Hurt you?" Jaemin kept his gaze on you, steady and oddly reassuring. You thought briefly if he ever tried using his supernatural pull on you, but it was your own internal voice that answered your question before you could even doubt him more. Even back then, you were sure that it was just you who have gravitated towards him in your own accord.
"Do you think I should have killed you? Would you have preferred that?" He asked softly, his lilting tone reaching out to you across the distance like a cold embrace. You couldn't answer. You didn’t want to answer.
"Do you want to kill me now?" He asked again, his voice even more gentle as if he was saying the sweetest of words. A cold trickle ran down the side of your cheek, kissing your pale skin and almost blurring your vision.
A faint movement from his side is what set you off. Jaemin took a single step towards you, and before you could even stop yourself, you pulled the trigger of your crossbow, sending the arrow hurtling towards his direction. You gasped. Before you could even catch another breath, however, you felt someone pull you back against his strong chest, one arm circling around your waist and another holding you by the chin. You felt lips against the shell of your ear, hovering over your hair and cheek.
"You're still the same. Too impatient…"
You closed your eyes and gave an involuntary sob. Jaemin finally pressed his lips against your temple before running his nose against the length of your neck.
"J-Jaemin…" you sounded helpless and in pain when you called out to him. His name coming out from your lips made him pull you closer to him.
"Do you want to kill me? You should give me an answer, my love," he asked again, this time in a softer tone. You opened your eyes, gaze finding the moon hovering above you both. Your head is swimming with so many things at the moment, but there was one thing that stood out amongst the mess.
"No," you said, voice barely there but tone determined. "I love you."
Everything that came after you said those words happened in a blur. Your hold on your crossbow loosened as your fingers gave way, causing your weapon to drop to the ground. Before it could even hit the forest floor, however, you felt Jaemin's hand drop to your waist, his slender fingers wrapping around the hilt of your knife there. He tugged at it... then drove it swiftly down your chest, right on your beating heart.
You gasped as the blade sank down on your flesh, the pain too much for your body that it only consumed you for a few seconds before you started going numb. You kept your gaze on the moon above until the edges of your vision started to blur and merge together. You were slowly losing it, all except the feeling of Jaemin's lips buried on your neck, giving you soothing kisses as the life slowly started to fade out of you.
"I love you too, darling."
You smiled as his words broke through your slipping consciousness. Death was within reach for you now and you couldn't be happier that those were the last words you would take to the grave.
Your heart was on its last cycle of heartbeats when a new sensation broke through your fading awareness. You have just closed your eyes to surrender to the darkness when a stinging pain on the side of your neck startled you to consciousness once more. It started small...then it grew and grew by the second, until it finally chased the mellow numbness of death that had temporarily cocooned you. Your eyes flew open again at the intensity of the feeling and your body tightened as if it was shocked back to life. You gasped again, hands clawing at Jaemin's arm which was still holding you securely up by the waist.
You couldn't understand what was happening, other than the fact that your whole being was burning. You were cold, but at the same time, you could feel invisible flames lapping every fiber in your body. Every breath you took wrecked your whole being painfully as if your lungs were collapsing again and again. All throughout Jaemin didn't let you go, his lips pressed against your neck, his teeth on your flesh.
Just as you thought you were on the verge of madness from the torture of it all, a sudden shift happened. The burning sensation gripping your body ebbed and flowed until it finally receded into a slight sting. Behind you, Jaemin finally released your neck, his hold on your waist loosening just enough for you to breathe.
Except you didn't need to breathe. At all.
Confusion overtook you as you looked around the clearing again, your head crystal clear. It felt strange, how your chest didn't have to heave to bring in air to your system like it used to do. You raised one hand to press against it, right above where Jaemin stabbed you to understand what was happening.
You froze at what you felt. Or rather...what you didn’t.
Your chest? It was motionless.
Your heart is dead.
You slowly turned towards the boy behind you now as realization hit you. Jaemin smiled at you, his eyes full of love. Slowly, you raised your hands to cup his face, your perfect skin melding with his moon-washed paleness.
You smiled. For the first time, you felt truly alive.
"Forever?" You asked in a whisper.
He nodded before slowly leaning forward to meet your lips.
"Till the end of time."
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ORPHIC | HAECHAN x Reader
Preview:
Lee Haechan has always been the perfect prince. He is a loyal son, a talented young man, a loving leader, and the one true soul considered to be the future hope of their kingdom. Now ready for kingship, he was given one last duty to fulfill to prove that he is worthy of the throne:
Hunt down the most powerful witch in the country and burn her at the stake.
Supernatural AU, Vampire AU, strangers to lovers, angst and fluff (so much fluff), something similar to those symbiotes from Venom,
Pairing:
Vampire Jaemin x Human Reader
Warnings:
Mentions of blood (not graphic), mentions of eating soup (minor),
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Teaser:
The existence of the supernatural had never been something you thought about. The idea of people with powers or fairytale creatures like werewolves, faeries, and zombies had seemed ludicrous to you. Besides, you had plenty to worry about in your own life without worrying about creatures like that; why bother?
On holiday in Poland, you tucked yourself into the space between two walls to keep out of the wind. It was especially chilly today and you needed to take a moment before continuing to explore the old castle. You became aware of a tall man next to you, one who looked at you like a predator would their prey.
“I didn’t see you there, I’ll just leave,” you assured him. You turned to go before his hand, surprisingly strong, clamped around your arm and pulled you back into his chest, other palm coming up to cover your mouth before you could scream. You pressed your lips tightly together, resolving that he would not get to any parts of you that were inappropriate for a random person to see or touch or taste. He would not kiss you and you would not give in.
He took you by surprise when he bypassed your mouth and leaned into your neck, inhaling and causing cold air to course along the column of your throat. He chuckled when you shivered, then bit into your neck.
The pain was overwhelming, you could feel each individual blood cell crying out, every organ protesting, your head started to pound with it. It hurt far more than even a dog bite should. It hurt like a shot at the doctor going on and on, echoing through your body and you were powerless to stop it. The pain flared in your neck and your brain seemed to slow down as the blood flowed away from your brain and into his mouth. You crumbled into him, and without detaching from your throat, he scooped you up into his arms, holding you there to be his personal bloodbag. You had long since stopped trying to scream, it was too difficult, too much effort.
Vampires, your brain whispered, before the pain covered you and you passed out, collapsing completely.
A rash has slightly developed on your neck where the sun hit it just right without the defense of your coat. It was very uncomfortable but you didn’t let it bother you, instead focusing ahead outside the window. After your shopping trip with Jaehyun, you felt like it was time to go home even though you wanted to stay longer and didn’t want to be trapped in that house.
It’s been weeks since the wedding but you felt like it was longer.
The car stopped, the driver stepping out and walking over to your side before opening your door so that you can get off.
“Your highness,” he greeted before bowing and extending his hand out for you to take.
You gratefully nodded and grasped his gloved hand to step out of the vehicle, adjusting the sunglasses that has fallen to the bridge of your nose. The chauffeur went to the trunk to retrieve your shopping bags and luggage from your trip to France.
The smell of the daisies and the roses from the garden out back was so strong that you were sure anyone, even without super senses, could smell it.
You loved the smell of roses.
Heels clacking against the marble floor of the entrance hallway, the maids stopped in their tracks and hastily bowed 90 degrees upon the sight of you. As you raised your hand to take of your sunglasses, some of them visibly flinched and it unconsciously placed a smirk on your face.
You’re worked so hard to be feared and you have lost so much to be at the status you are now and you weren’t going to let that go to waste because of a stupid little boy.
The butler, whom you now know as Jun, led a few footmen who were carrying your luggage and stopped a few feet behind you. With a flick of his gloved hand, the maids were dismissed and they scurried away from the sight of you.
“Take these to the Head Maid and she will take them to Her Highness’ room.” The footmen nodded and wandered off to the old woman waiting by the staircase. Jun stepped in front of you and smiled kindly before raising an arm. “If you could follow me, your Highness. The Prince has requested your attendance to the drawing room.”
Upon walking down the hallway with gold-painted walls, you could feel the eyes of the portraits that hung up high. Although they weren’t even supposed to be real, the judgeful eyes of the past ancestors of the Orenda kingdom seemed to follow you and you could even hear their hateful whispers and hisses.
‘Kalon blood, on our territory?’
‘Perish and repay the lives lost of our House for yours!’
‘Dirty blood mixed with ours will taint the House line for eternity!’
The whispers weren’t even there but the creation of your imagination as you could feel yourself slowly slipping away to insanity with this forceful arrangement that altered your life forever. With the gender you were born with and the belief that no woman could rule a kingdom, the only way you could have what you wanted was to ally yourself with your rival House.
But the only way you’ll keep your sanity is to play wisely and not hesitate to let him burn for the benefit of you.
Pushing open the tall oak wood doors, you were a little startled at the amount of faces when you only expected one, your husband’s. Even without getting to formally know them, it was still your duty as a royal to be familiar with all of them as they were all princes from various kingdoms of your world. From the honey-haired boy to the ridiculously bright orange-haired prince, the only thing that they all had in common was the bright red eyes.
The stark difference between the twin princes of the Cerilian House was enough to show the diversity of the line of their ancestors. Situated in the Indian Ocean, their kingdom could easily prey on poor fishermen filled with luscious human blood.
Born with platinum hair, Lee Jeno always stood out from the rest of the 4 Lee princes and combined with his defined facial structure, he became feared and his ruthlessness was enough to make him Jaemin’s right man. He was the one Jaemin called first regarding the ambush attack on his family from House Pezzerio and together, they became the most feared duo in the Underworld. Even though he rarely spoke during council meetings, Jeno’s eyes always held whatever he wanted to be expressed and he was known to always keep an eye out for his brothers and the crown prince, Taeyong. Rumor has it that Jeno’s eyes and ears are so sharp, he could easily detect a traitor from across the room. There is no definite answer as to if this was true but who do you think was supplying his brother, Donghyuck, his toys?
Meanwhile, Lee Donghyuck stayed in the shadows. Known as the playboy prince, he often stayed away from his kingdom, preferring to spend his time in Tuscany with human girls to feast on. The melanin, honey haired boy wouldn’t even be thought of as a vampire, much less a vampire prince, due to his soft features. However, out of the 4 princes, he was the most cruel. He saw the world and its people, human or Underworlders, as toys and nothing but his source of enjoyment in this dark world he lived in. Like his brother Jeno, their smile could be saying one thing but their eyes were always very honest, especially if it didn’t reach their eyes. With a dangerously playful nature, Donghyuck participated in the torture of war criminals and traitors of House Cerilian and had a thirst for the look of intense pain from the enemy as he used his lighter to tease the fragile vampire skin.
House Dormir was placed on the East China Sea, extending to the North Pacific Ocean and ending near Hawaii. With the vast territory, their kingdom usually split up in 2 different sections with 2 princes who co-ruled the kingdom. With the Orendian and Kalonian kingdom being smaller even when combined, House Dormir was known to sometimes challenge the authority of the Capital just because of the size of their territory.
Being a direct ancestor of the original line of Dormir kings, Zhong Chenle became powerful even before he turned 12. The death of his King father and older brother urged his mother to make him mature quicker with plans of ascending the throne by his 18th birthday but he wasn’t prepared. Rebelling against his mother and doing anything he can to piss her off, he teamed up with Jisung and constantly did childish things to make their immaturity known. Showing up with orange hair definitely caught the attention of the council and they knew this little boy was going to bring Dormir’s downfall. In came the 3 older princes: Jaemin, Donghyuck, and Jeno. At first, he was being used as a pawn for the Orendian Kingdom and the Cerilian Kingdom wanted to take over his large territory and split it for themselves. But Chenle was smarter than that and he threatened the 3 enough that they stopped the expansion, instead becoming close to the boy after seeing themselves in him.
However, this couldn’t be done without the help of Chenle’s cousin and the future ruler of the other half of Dormir, Renjun. With his quick wit and intelligent way of thinking, Renjun helped Chenle play many wars to get what he wanted. Not knowing if he was going to be trusted, Chenle was suspicious but Renjun has made it clear with his clear intentions as he only wants to rule alongside Chenle. After all, with Chenle by his side, everyone was forced to submit to him due to the power his family has. Known as the Night Raven, after his famous midnight colored hair, Renjun called the shots whether captured criminals got to live another day or not. He knew exactly where someone’s weakness was and would mercilessly torture them with it, all with a smile on his face. Let’s just say, him and Donghyuck get along very well.
Last but not least, the little pink haired boy. Known as the last surviving son of House Vermille, Park Jisung built a strong connection to Zhong Chenle and by association, became connected to the rest. You knew him ever since you were little and saw him as a little boy in the parties you were forced to attend and his mousy features that have defined itself due to his growth. You always remembered him as the boy with the sharpest teeth as whenever he smiled, he would accidentally cut his bottom lip and him sheepishly smiling afterwards. His innocent and adolescent nature made you feel nostalgic because you wanted to take him under your wing since he was so young. With just turning 140 a few months ago, Jisung was by far the youngest crown prince and the least capable. You vaguely remembered when he turned 115, he reached the age of intense hunger and he wiped out an entire French village thus almost causing a war with Metanoia. But, your family stopped the war because House Kalon, too, had territory in France and they didn’t want to jeopardize the alliance they’ve made to the kingdom in the Atlantic Ocean near Languo.
Of course, you knew them.
The perfect plan to obtain Underworld domination was to start a fire in this room as it contained the most powerful people in the Underworld.
All of the boys studied you and you cracked a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “Well, hello boys,” you greeted with a sultry tone.
Closing the door behind you, you stopped short by the end of the oval wood table that seated your husband at the head. Making eye contact with him, Jaemin smiled before he stood up and walked over to you, arms wrapping around your middle and pressing a slow kiss to your temple.
“Hello, darling. How was your trip?” Jaemin asked with a sickeningly sweet tone that made you wretch inside.
Placing a gentle hand on his strong bicep, you peered up at him through your lashes. “Enjoyable, but not pleasing enough.” You answered with a smile but grit your teeth and squeezed his arm the hardest you could and his smile fell, replaced with a hardened expression.
Oh, he is going to destroy you later.
“You could’ve told me your little friends were coming. I could’ve came back earlier and arranged for scones,” you gazed at the others who wore faint amused smirks at the interaction in front of them.
Jaemin’s gaze remained on your face and you felt it piercing through your cheeks, “There was a human boy found wandering the woods. He will serve as our refreshment.”
Nodding silently, you took a seat beside Jisung and laced your fingers together. “So what has brought you all to this side of town?”
“Malor just lost an entire noble family in England a few days ago from vampire hunting. They planned to stay in Yorkshire for a few months for vacation but word got around of their true identity and burned their vacation home. The Council wants to know our opinion about it and the family wants us to deal with it. Something about this being a trial run for the future.” Jeno explained as he visibly tried to get comfortable while crossing his legs.
Jaemin nods and he returns to his seat and leans back, brushing his long fingers through his hair. You unknowingly licked your lips at the action and only noticed your behavior as he caught your eye and looked at you teasingly. You coughed and held your right hand out to examine your nail.
“Well, Malor is quite known for their, should I say -idiotic- elites. Vacationing in a country that has vampire stories riding the winds and not expecting to be hunted with no hesitation? Consider me improper but they deserved their demise.”
Donghyuck let out a dry chuckle and rested his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his right hand. “I must say, princess. I never considered you as the deserving justice type.”
You returned his cheeky smile with a wink, “If I were to rule the Underworld, I would make sure the weak and stupid ones were gone first, right? It would be better if it wasn’t done by my hand.”
“Applying Social Darwinism to your court? A bold yet risky move,” Renjun commented, eyeing you curiously.
It must be odd seeing a woman speak so rashly and freely about topics like these, much less a royal woman.
“Our world can only survive if we get rid of weaklings. Sorry, but I don’t make the rules.”
Chuckles surrounded the table and even Jeno had to suppress the smile that threatened to come out. Jaemin looked at you once more and he started to think differently of what he originally thought was a privileged, spoiled brat who only wanted the crown of jewels on her head, not the responsibility.
It was the good kind of different.
“Well, because of that rash attitude, the union of your houses has caused quite an uproar with an underground resistance that is forming in the Capital as we speak. The war from years ago is still fresh in the minds of many and are outraged at the outcome of the 2 kingdoms. Word has it that they are planning an attack and it is even sponsored by other kingdoms as well. My men have no guaranteed answers and no direct evidence for the suspected Houses or whether the attack is directed to you or to us by association.” You eyed Jeno curiously and noticed the strong aura he radiated. It felt familiar but strangely ominous and made you nervous.
“Well, why don’t we catch them now? We know there’s a rebellion happening and we know that they’re planning something. Are we just going to stand and wait for it to happen?” Jisung argued and Chenle nodded in agreement, looking at the faces of the elders.
You turned to him and placed a manicured hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, little mouse. A lesson about war, it is in your best interest for the enemy to come to you. Thinking on your feet is the best way to win and as a bonus, requires less thinking which should be beneficial for you.”
“So, what you’re saying is, they should come to us rather than us going to them?” Chenle asked curiously, confused by this battle tactic.
You nodded, “Precisely.”
“If they are planning something, it’s only natural for you two to be the target since you’re the future king and queen. Someone might be taken as an exchange for you but it’s suspected and there might be a way to escape that,” Renjun commented.
You frowned, slightly confused and even a little shocked at what they were saying. “Don’t focus on only the two of us. All of you are princes as well and it’s only wrong for you to be thinking about our safety. Regard your titles as you are also a royal member of your respective kingdoms. Any action placed upon you can cause a war and a rebellion amongst the people and give them more power. The last thing we need is an internal conflict that could possibly weaken us.”
But Jaemin grinned cynically, razor sharp teeth on display. “Oh, darling, you don’t have to think about that. If something were to happen to my boys, with the combination of our armies, we could crush anything. I could feel a revolution running through my veins and with the help of them, we could destroy those other treacherous kingdoms.”
“So what do you have in mind, Jaems? What could bring them to us?” Donghyuck asked, lazily playing with a stain on the wood.
Both you and Jaemin looked at each other and you scoffed as you seem to be thinking what he was thinking.
“An auction. Human auction.” He answered and Donghyuck smiled happily, eager to find more beings to play with.
“There is no certainty that we will find a King that is sponsoring this rebellion but it could give us a good idea that could help narrow it down. We must not be rash about this situation but we must be on high-alert as well.” Nods were sent to you and Jaemin sent you an approving nod.
“Well there we have it! We got a plan, we execute the said plan, and we live happily ever after! Huzzah!” Donghyuck exclaimed, rising out of his seat.
But Jeno tugged down his shirt and made him fall back on his seat again. “Not so fast, Dongie. We still have to talk about your magical adventure in Milan that caused a few dozens of missing girls’ cases to appear.”
You stood up, brushing invisible dust off of your skirt. “As much as I would love to ask about your insane thirst for young, virgin maidens, Donghyuck, I do have a party to plan.”
“But it’s not a party,” Jaemin remarked. You scoffed and sent him a manic smile.
“With wine, cocaine, and blood? Oh, yes, my love. It is a party.”
The bed creaked as a series of powerful thrusts of his hips snapped towards you, making you whine and gasping for air. Your arms were starting to give out, letting Jaemin hold you up by your waist and continue slamming himself into you. Sweat gathered on his forehead and left his luscious blonde locks to plaster themselves against his porcelain skin.
“I” thrust
“Am” thrust
“Your” thrust
“King” thrust
“Understand?” thrust
A high-pitched whine left your lips as he sunk deeper into you, relishing the satisfaction of him touching you places you couldn’t even fathom was possible.
Not hearing your response, Jaemin let one of his hands go and swiftly twisted your hair into a make-shift ponytail and tugged you close, lifting you so you were against his chest and on his lap. The sudden action made you scream since he sank even deeper.
“I said, understand?” He hissed and you couldn’t even control yourself, whining and moaning at the sharp thrusts.
“Yes, my king.”
“Good.”
a/n: not gonna lie, this was kinda weird to write and severely overdue. THANK YOU to you guys who stuck by me even though i haven’t updated in a while and never stopped supporting me!! i love you guys!!
the ‘no humans allowed’ gala was both yours and vampire!jaemin’s favourite celebration of the year, as you were finally free to have fun in your true form, with other creatures like you.
lee jeno had completely outdone himself when it was his turn to host the party this year, the wealthy werewolf privately rented a five-star michelin restaurant and invited every non-human species he could think of - from the typical vampires and werewolves that he hung out with every day, to fairies and changelings that travelled from the other side of the country just to experience the thrilling sensation of spending Halloween at the gala.
you would be lying if you said it wasn’t the best one you had attended in the past 100 years, it was the most extravagant and exciting occasion, and you revelled in being able to interact with creatures you’d only ever heard of before.
unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end, and you and your boyfriend, jaemin, made your way home at the early hours of 1am. most of jeno’s guests were still there, having the time of their lives, however, you two had an abundance of red wine along with the delectable dinner and various finger foods served, and jeno was certain that if jaemin had another glass, he’d be out like a light.
which was why he had fetched one of his family’s limousine’s for you, simply because he wanted his best friends and favourite couple to get home comfortably, without worrying about calling for a taxi or getting jeno to drive you home - as much as he loved you both, he wasn’t willing to give up partying.
once jeno’s chauffeur had assisted the intoxicated pair of you to your shared apartment, you stumbled in carelessly, settling on your living room floor as the bedroom seemed like too much effort to get to, your lover following suit and curling up into your lap as you lay on the fleecy rug next to your coffee table.
anyone could tell that the two of you were mind-numbingly drunk merely by looking at you – the red on your lips was a mix of smudged lipstick (you blamed jaemin’s clingy nature when he was tipsy for that) and stained wine, and your hair was a hot mess after endless hours of crazy dancing with your newfound friends, the nymphs, while jaemin’s black dress shirt was ruffled and half-unbuttoned as he complained about how hot it was, and his eyes had a dazed look, you could call it adoration, clouding them, the alcohol clearly taking a toll on his behaviour.
he rolled over on the floor to face you, cupping your face in his hand and squishing each cheek alternately and grinning widely, “cuuuuute,” jaemin spoke with a drunken drawl, his voice dripping with admiration, “you’re,” squish. “too,” squish. “cute,” squish.
you giggled at his adorable antics, taking the opportunity of him holding you so close to kiss him right on the lips. the action made your boyfriend pout, “extra cute, my love, you’re extra cute for that kiss.” you let out a childish squeal, fidgeting and squirming into the comfort of jaemin’s arms, “i wish you could see how cute you are though.”
“what do you mean?” you asked drowsily, nuzzling yourself even further into jaemin’s chest, “i mean, you’re gorgeous, baby, and i hate that you can’t see it - in the mirror, in photos - i want you to see what i see.” his fingers found themselves threading through your hair, a habit that he knew made you feel relaxed.
a sleepy smile graced your face at the movement, and at your boyfriend’s endearing speech, “awww, minnie. what do you see anyways that so ‘gorgeous’, hmm? i wanna knowwww,” you slurred, drawing out your words in a disoriented way to act cute.
“well, there’s the way your eyes glisten like magical crystals whenever you see something beautiful or something that left you in awe. and the glow that comes with your rosy cheeks when i tease you or kiss you unexpectedly.
“your smile that stretches from ear-to-ear, lighting up the whole room, that appears when even the smallest of things happen to you, like when you win a round of mario kart. it’s little things like these that contribute to your natural beauty, y/n. i wish you could see it too.”
the pure poetry that poured out of jaemin’s lips stunned you into silence, not only because of how literate he was considering his current state, but because of how much emotion and love was evident in his words, and how you knew that everything he just said was genuine, how he felt was genuine.
“i- babe, that’s so... oh my god, i love you so much!” you were so spellbound by his little confession that you only managed to splutter out a few words, as you threw your arms around jaemin’s neck, unable to express your feelings in any other way than pulling yourself as close to him as possible.
“extra cuteee,” he hummed under his breath, satisfied at your reaction to his summary of the amount of beauty he was subjected to look at every day, “you think what i described was amazing, imagine what you would do if you really saw yourself.”
“yeah, but if i can handle looking at you 24/7, then i think i’ll be fine,” you mumbled into his neck, placing gentle kisses across his collarbones, and grinning between each one.
“okayyyy, i believe you,” jaemin rolled his eyes, pecking your cheek to try and convince you that he did, in fact, believe you, when he completely disagreed anyways.
“hehe, love you, baby.”
“hmmm, love you too, my gorgeous little vampire, i hope one day you realise how beautiful you are, but, until that day, i’ll always be here to remind you of it.”
[ 9:54 pm ] "our new 'it' couple jaemin and y/n are demolishing the New York social scene on this beautiful friday night!"
below the headline was an image taken at a crowded street next to your limo where vampire!jaemin dramatically kissed vampire!you in front of the flashing cameras.
