#exo werewolf au

Another request done! I hope you enjoy it! <3

-

From the outside, it would look like a completely normal dinner between two newlyweds, until someone would look closer. Until someone would see your leg bouncing up and down, see that his grip on the cutlery was far too tight.

No one could blame either of you, when the sun was going down and you were targeted by one of the most dangerous vampires in the country.

“The food is really good, Irene.” That wasn’t your name. And as if it belonged to someone else, you smiled softly at the man sitting across from you.

“I’m glad you like it, Ben.” That wasn’t his name either, but that’s how the witness protection program worked. Relocation to a different town, a set of new names to get used to, a whole new appearance that you had to become comfortable with, calling a complete stranger your husband, and all through that still fear the time when the sun ran behind the mountains.

Looking at him sitting across from you, you studied his face. It was so strange to call him that, since the name Kyungsoo became a synonym of savior to you. He didn’t look like a Ben. Only the name Kyungsoo fit him. After all, he was the one who ripped the centuries old bloodsucker off you during the raid of one of the biggest blood brothels on the continent.

A raid that you had helped create. A raid that put the blood mate of the owner and dangerous gangster behind bars.

Tap, tap, tap, the heel of your slipper slapped against the floor, almost inaudible to your ears, but most probably annoying to the police officer looking at you. The after-effects of being bitten wear off very slowly, and the itch under your skin was still present, a sultry feeling that coaxed you to find a vampire that could feed on you. Kyungsoo cleared his throat, smiling at you.

“So… how was your day?” you knew you should act as if you were just a normal couple, but how can you answer to a question like this? Of course you stayed at home the whole day, keeping away from the sunlight that could hurt your skin form being used as a blood whore for such a long time.

“It was…I read that book you recommended, it’s really nice.” you tried to sound excited about it, but reading the tips to self-defense from a vampire wasn’t anything that could be categorized as easy reading. And just like the book recommended, you made sure every room had a small stash of religious icons that could be used against the undead soldiers if they would ever breach the threshold of your house. Shaking your head to push those thoughts out, you resumed talking.

“I umm…I also, cooked? And I don’t ache that muc-” your statement was cut off by the sharp hiss coming from the werewolf, his eyes staring you down. No abnormal talk at the dinner table, rule #5. You immediately shrunk down, shoulders hunched, biting back the apology that was coming from your throat.

You missed the furrowed brows that sat on Kyungsoo’s face, rubbing at his chin. A nervous tick, the only one that let you know that deep inside his mind, he was bemoaning the way he cut you off. There was a very low chance that the house was bugged- he himself had checked. There was even a lesser chance that someone was lurking around the perimeters of the house, waiting for a single clue to let them know who the two of you really were. With another clearing of his throat, Kyungsoo started eating again.

“What else, something interesting on TV?” Kyungsoo tried to restart the conversation, but it felt like it couldn’t be saved, and you stood from the table at the same time he spoke.

“I’m not hungry anymore, I’ll…I’ll just go wash up! Yes, so the food on the pans won’t dry up and stuff,” your explanation was most definitely lame, but it was easier than to be with the werewolf in the same room in that moment.

You felt immense guilt when talking to Kyungsoo. It has been days since the two of you entered the witness protection program. Days he has spent away from his pack, days he had to spend babysitting a blood whore who is crashing from her high. He never seemed to mind, but you couldn’t believe that he was doing this voluntarily.

The raid was a blur in your memories, the only pillar of stability being the grip Kyungsoo had on you as he took you from the red satin room, one arm holding you under your knees and the other’s grip in your hair to bury your face in the crook of his neck, to prevent you from seeing what was happening around the two of you. And once you caught a glimpse of your former customer on the bed, ribcage ripped open and heart still fighting the silver stake that was slowly but surely coaxing it to stop beating, you decided that you didn’t want to see more.

You don’t even know how long it took, but when it was all over, you found yourself in the hospital with other of your co-workers, medical staff fluttering about you in white coats and trying their best to rid you of the bad blood coursing through your veins. Some of the older blood whores weren’t happy with it and tried to fight the doctors that were taking away the only source of their short-lived happiness.

This house could be the set of a commercial, you thought as you looked at the bright and cheery tiles, marble green fridge, kitchen counters running under the window leading out to the street. Several utensils were cluttered on the surface, evidence of your effort to cook something edible (you did a good job, even if it needed a bit more seasoning). Glad that Kyungsoo did not follow you, his round eyes seemed to understand whatever you needed at a specific time, you stepped to the sink and began to wash dishes.

There were many rules you were supposed to keep up with- if you remembered well, there were around 25 of them to keep in mind, and thus you thought it was hard sometimes to obey all of them. Some were understandable, such as not leave the house after dark and make sure all the entrances to the house were locked and secure. There were others that did not make sense that much, like close the blinds when you were going to sleep. One would think that having the sunlight enter as quickly as possible would be a good thing to prevent vampires, but you weren’t the expert on hiding from a very angry bloodsucker.

Washing dishes was something you always enjoyed, funnily enough. It brought you peace, and you could zone out while the almost hypnotizing circles with a sponge washed all the grime and grease from the utensils, making them as good as new. During that, your mind always cleared, and you stared into nothingness.

And in the nothingness, he stood.

At first you did not notice him- how could you, in the dark setting of the street, nothing seemed out of place. It was only after you realized that it was all too silent, as if someone just froze time that you saw him.

Standing on the other side of the street, partially hidden by a white van, Minseok seemed to attract all the darkness that gathered in the middle of him. Even when he was that far away, you could clearly see his face, already rid of the allure he hid behind when he stole new bloodwhores and seduced potential business partners.

His hollowed-out cheeks stretched out thin, making his face look ghastlier than you ever saw it. His eyes were huge, a striking red against the white background of his skin, his jaw loose, fangs peeking out.

The edges of your vision became fuzzy as you started shaking, the spoon in your hand cluttering into the sink. Once he knew you saw him, his eyes suddenly turned black, black holes that seemed to suck you from your fake kitchen in your fake home, away from your fake husband and into the bottomless depths of despair. Fear squeezed around your heart when you heard the voice of your previous owner in your soul, promising a very long and painful death for what you had done to his business, to his love, to him.

You felt as if you were caught in the darkness for years, fighting against the shadows that grabbed at your wrists and ankles and throat, that hoped to find any way to get inside you and make you burn from within, until you were yanked back, back from the despair, and back into the fake kitchen of the fake house and into the arms of your fake husband.

Kyungsoo was standing right behind you, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he ran the tip of his nose over the arch of your neck, plush lips swooping down for an anchoring kiss every now and then. He must’ve felt you return, as his hands slid down to yours, entwining your shaking fingers with his stable ones.

“We’ll do the dishes together, hm?” he said out loud, louder than you thought was necessary. You realized that it wasn’t for you, it was for the creature of darkness that slinked back when he saw Kyungsoo standing behind you. No longer under Minseok’s power, you let out a breath as if you were underwater for ten minutes.

“O-Okay.” trying to gain control of your body was still impossible, and Kyungsoo was the only one that kept up with the pretense of washing dishes, while you held your hands under the warm spray of water to bring life back into them.  

“Are you okay?” this question was much quieter, directed into the skin of cheek, where he pressed another lingering kiss. With the kiss came the calming wave of his scent wafting over you, most possibly trying to battle the scent of death’s grip that was on you just moments ago.

“He saw me. He…I don’t know…”

You don’t know if you gave him permission to enter, you wanted to say, but the words couldn’t leave your mouth, as your eyes watered.

Minseok was nowhere in sight. He could be in the house at that moment.

He could be right behind you.

“The dishes will wait until tomorrow, but I won’t. Come on, dear, I missed you.” more of his performance, you thought as Kyungsoo spun you away from the sink and to the staircase. Before he turned to leave himself, he made sure to press the panic button conveniently pressed under the kitchen counter.

It was only a number of minutes before the other police officers came and made the move to arrest the renegade vampire. A number of minutes that he could make use of and decorate the safehouse with your insides.

Kyungsoo seemed to be doing everything in his power to keep the organs in your body, as he urged you into the master bedroom, ignoring the large bed in the middle of it and heading straight to the walk-in closet. There, in the smallest corner behind an array of white shirts that Ben was supposedly wearing to work on a daily basis, the wall was slightly different. It gave way under the right palm print, and when Kyungsoo pressed his hand against it, the wall revealed a small panic room, just big enough for the two of you.

It seemed to be great timing, because the only sound you heard as the doors shut tight behind the two of you was the front door breaking under the force of Minseok’s blow.

The world was swallowed in darkness and silence, and it was eating you alive. You suddenly wished you could hear everything that was happening in the house, because like this, you didn’t know where he was, didn’t know how close he was to you, if he was standing right in front of your hiding place and working on a way to get inside…

“Shh…you’re hyping yourself into a panic attack.” Kyungsoo whispered and he ushered you into his embrace. It would be a joke to call this a panic room; it was a panic cupboard, just big enough to fit you and not draw any attention to supernatural intruders. When the monsters outside were strong enough to plow through whole walls, the best way to stay hidden lies in the size of the rooms.

The two of you were sitting, the room barely big enough to not have to tilt your head at an angle. After he made sure that you were inside, Kyungsoo turned to press his back against the entrance and folded over you to shield your body with his own.

“What if he…if he finds us?” your voice was breathless, and all your other musings were shut down by the police officer behind you, chest rumbling against your back in silent warning.

“The force is on the way; this panic room is protected. I’m here, ___. I won’t let him get to you, just like I didn’t do so all those times before. Just breathe for me. In, and out. Slowly, like this.” his chest moved up and down in exaggerated breaths that you tried your best to mimic. You weren’t sure if it was the breathing, or the fact that the grip you had on Kyungsoo’s arms was able to anchor you, and you didn’t let yourself go to a flurry of emotions that would have you screaming out and blocking your breath.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you at dinner,” Kyungsoo murmured into your ear, running his fingertips up and down your arms when he was satisfied with your breathing. You almost let out a shaky chuckle. Out of all the things to do, to be apologizing for something like this…

“It’s…It’s okay, I broke the rule…”

“It’s not okay, you were trying to talk about your improving health. I’m sorry I didn’t give you the support. I really am happy that you feel much better, though.” you hummed, grabbing at the fingers of his hand when they came down to your wrist.

“I’m glad you liked the food.” you whispered back, and a ghostly image of a smile appeared on your face.

“That is, if lying isn’t a part of the witness protection as well.” Kyungsoo chuckled, squeezing at your fingers. Warmth seeped from the sound, and it made your clenched muscles relax.

“I would never let the line of duty get in the way of culinary honesty, ___. I swear, it’s as if you didn’t even know your husband.” he mocked in a shocked tone, and if you had more space, you’d smack him for it.

The lighthearted atmosphere was torn to shreds by a sudden, sharp sound. Three knocks, a pause.

Three more knocks, and a strange sequence that had Kyungsoo pressing at the panel once more. Wordlessly, he helped you get up, offering only a small smile of support.

Off to another city you go.