A/N I apologize, but this will be the final part. I have completely lost my passion to write about BTS since I’m not a fan anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it has nothing to do with the boys themselves. I just don’t find their music that good anymore and run bts doesn’t interest me in the slightest anymore. If anyone wants to pick up on the story, feel free to send me a message, but I doubt anyone will. So thank you everybody who read this and I’m sorry.
“So, Bang Si-Hyuk took allof you in?” You asked and the 7 men nodded, making you shrink back as you see all of them staring at you.
“Stop staring…” You mumbled, finding shelter behind Jin who chuckled at your shyness even though you had been living kidnappedwith them for 2 days now.
“So how did he find you all..?” “Well, it’s simple-”
-flashback-
Bang si-hyuk stood in the alleyway, staring at the young boy that sat in the back and drenched in blood. The boy looked up, blue eyes and face clear of any emotions as he stared at the older man.
The boy had messy hair and was barely clothed except for the pants and a loose shirt that slid down his shoulders, revealing a thin figure.
“You done staring there, boy?” Si-hyuk snapped and the younger growled loudly at him, baring his fangs with a his.
“What’s your name?” “None of your business.” The boy growled again before hissing loudly once more.
“A vampire, huh? Well, don’t you dare bite. I’ll only bite back harder.” He snapped again at the younger, who flinched as he stepped closer.
“Now, I’ll ask again. What is your name?” He asked, kneeling down in front of the child.
“Jungkook… Jeon Jungkook.” He mumbled and Ban Si-hyuk nodded before hauling the boy up before taking Jungkook’s face in his hands. He inspected the boy carefully, checking for wounds before lifting Jungkook’s upper lip to check his fangs. That’s when the young vampire snapped at Si-hyuk’s hand, only to receive a harsh flick on his nose. He leaned back in surprise before looking back at Si-hyuk.
“Why are you helping me…?” He mumbled, suddenly sounding not so threatening and rather like a child. The elder just gave a small smile.
“How old are you?” Si-hyuk asked as he kept inspecting Jungkook.
“13…” Jungkook mumbled and Si-hyuk smiled at him before patting the youngers head softly, ruffling his hair.
“C'mon, you must be starving.”
-End flashback-
“That’s how I met Si-hyuk-hyung…” Jungkook explained and you nodded at the story, slowly coming out of your hiding spot behind Jin.
“So, Jungkook was first?” You asked and they all nodded.
“Then there was Namjoon.”
-Flashback-
A loud sobbing filled Jungkook and Si-hyuk ears as they searched for the source, both going different directions in the hope of finding the source faster. Si-hyuk was the first to find the source, a boy with giant ears on his head and nine tails wrapped around his thin frame. His hair was messy and very long, covering his face and reaching his shoulders. Cuts littered his skin with dried blood on them and he was just covered with a blanket tied around his body, which was way too thin to be healthy.
Si-hyuk crouched down in front of the boy, reaching his hand towards his forehead and lifting the front of his hair to reveal his face. The boy looked up quickly, fear in his eyes as he shuffled back a little.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay… I’m here to help you.” Si-hyuk said softly and the boy whined loudly, still shuffling backwards until he was pressing his back against the tree behind him..
“What’s your name?” “Namjoon… Kim… Namjoon.” The boy mumbled, his voice breaking halfway as he wrapped his arms around himself and trying to make himself look smaller.
“I’m not here to hurt you, I’m like you.” Si-hyuk spoke and Namjoon sniffed before growling when Si-hyuk moved closer. It was the that Si-hyuk noticed the fresh cuts on Namjoon’s arms and chest, blood oozing out of them.
“Who did that?” “My M-Master…” Namjoon hiccupped as he tried to cover his chest.
“Again, I’m going to help you. I’m not like your so called master, I’m like you.” Si-hyuk said once again, stepping closer again. It was then that Jungkook appeared, noticing Namjoon and immediately getting lower to the ground.
“W-Who’s he?” Namjoon pointed at Jungkook, who shyly smiled at Namjoon.
“I’m Jungkook… Si-hyuk-hyung saved me last month. He’s really going to help you get your life back.” Jungkook explained and Namjoon looked back at Si-hyuk.
“Will I get freedom?” Namjoon questioned and Si-hyuk nodded.
“I’ll help you get on your feet and you can choose to leave or stay.” Si-hyuk explained and Namjoon frowned again before giving a slight nod.
“Can Jungkook help you to my house, I doubt you can walk…” Namjoon nodded at the question and Jungkook immediately helped up the elder.
“Nice to meet you, hyung.”
-End flashback-
“I was the second one, Jungkook loved to have a hyung. It was horrible at first.” Namjoon laughed and Jungkook pouted before hugging Namjoon, making the elder blush as he tried to get the vampire off of him.
“You love me anyway, hyungie!” Jungkook said and you laughed.
“So who was next?” “Me!” Taehyung exclaimed loudly and you laughed as you watched him bounce around before he started his story.
-Flashback-
“No, go away!” Taehyung exclaimed loudly, growling at the man in front of him. The man didn’t move and instead took a step closer, hands in his pockets as he stared down at Taehyung. Taehyung growled even louder, baring his teeth at the man. Then he suddenly got hit on his nose with a newspaper by someone else. He looked up in surprise to see another guy, much younger than the first, his body drowned in an oversized sweater and his hair covered by a hood.
“Be a good doggy, will you?” The man joked and Taehyung glared at him before snapping at the guy. Then another guy appeared, just like a flash of light, and he smiled at the other two.
“Hyungs, I’m getting faster!” “Not the time, Kook.” The sweater guy said to the Kook-guy and Kook looked at Taehyung, frowning.
“He’s a wolf…” “Yes and wounded. He can’t change, it’ll be his death.” The sweater dude said and Taehyung fake whined loudly.
“That’s not gonna work. Now, you have 2 choices. One, you come with us and we treat you and get you back on your feet. Two, you keep growling like that and we’ll just leave you to die.” The eldest man said and Taehyung’s eyes widen as he visibly gulped.
“Number o-one…” “Good choice.” The elder man smiled brightly.
-end flashback-
“I stayed afterwards anyway. They gave me alot of food. And food is the way to a wolf’s heart.” Taehyung said with a sweet smile, patting his stomach softly which made it growl in return.
“And too much fat on your bones.” Jungkook teased, pinching Taehyung’s side softly and Taehyung pouted.
“Two months…” “What?” You questioned and Jungkook looked at you.
“After we helped him and he stayed, he ate so much that he gained alot of weight. It took him two months to get back into shape. He was a bit chubby then.” Jungkook laughed and you looked at Taehyung to see him pouting even more.
“I’m sure he looked adorable.” You commented and Taehyung smiled brightly, walking by your side now with his arm wrapped around yours.
“So, who was next?” “Me.”
-flashback-
Jin stood in a giant house, looking around for the soul that he needed.
“In the kitchen.” A voice rang out and Jin shrieked loudly, cursing softly as he turned around to face the person. An elderly man stood in front of him with a small smile.
“The soul is in the kitchen.” He said once again and Jin frowned.
“You can see me?” “Yes, I can.” The man answered and Jin smiled brightly. The man stalked towards the kitchen with Jin following right behind him.
“How can you see me? Are you a monster? Or maybe your a devil or angel… are you? Or a grim reaper like me?!” Jin exclaimed loudly as he followed the man into the kitchen.
“No, now do your job.” The man said and Jin pouted before looking at the soul of a young girl. Next to the soul of a young woman, laid her body. It was empty, no blood in it and organs gone…
“Ew…” Jin mumbled as he felt his stomach turn. He turned away from the body and focused on the soul as he let his scythe appear in his right hand. He swung the scythe through her body and it created a dark ball of light which then proceeded to fly down to into the ground. Jin turned back to the man and smiled.
“So, what are you?” “Not of importance. I didn’t know Saja had already chosen someone else.” The man mumbled and Jin’s eyes widened as he heard the previous Grim Reaper.
“You know Saja-hyung?” He exclaimed and the man nodded.
“An old friend of mine, yes.” The man answered and Jin nodded before holding out his hand.
“Kim Seok-Jin.” He introduced himself and the man nodded.
“Bang Si-Hyuk. Also, you need to take a shower.” The man said and Jin pouted.
“I don’t have a place to live so…” Jin answered and Si-hyuk shrugged.
“You can come here for that if you want. You’re always welcome here.”
-End flashback-
“I kept coming here so I decided that this might as well call this my home after all.” Jin said with a shrug and you laughed at the comment before looking around to see who was next to tell their story.
“Next were me and Jimin-shi.” Hoseok said, ruffling Jimin’s hair only to receive a loud growl back. He quickly pulled his hand away as Jimin snapped at it, holding his hands up in surrender with a smirk.
-flashback-
“So, who summoned the demon dog here?” Jungkook whispered as he stared at the giant dog in front of him as they growled loudly, his teeth bared. Taehyung was standing in front of the group with his teeth bared as well as he protected his friends, although he was so much shorter than the hellhound in front of them.
“Not me…” Namjoon answered and Si-hyuk shushed them loudly before looking back at the hellhound in front of him.
“Since you’re wearing a collar, I assume you have a master. And without permission, you aren’t allowed to kill us. So stop growling.” He said, referring to the giant red collar that the dog wore, and the hellhound huffed loudly before growling once more before sitting down with a sigh as a second figure walked in.
“Which one of you is Bang Si-Hyuk?” The figure asked as his appearance was revealed; including his wings, tail and horns.
“Demon… What do you want?!” Jungkook hissed and the demon hissed back, his split tongue darting out of his mouth.
“Don’t call me that.” The demon hissed back and Si-Hyuk raised his hand to silence both parties.
“I’m Bang Si-Hyuk. Can I help you.” “Yes, I’m looking for a place for us to stay. I heard that you take all kind of creatures in, so I figured this was the best place to start.” The demon spoke and Si-Hyuk nodded before pointing and looking at the hellhound.
“Change to your human form please.” He spoke and the hellhound rolled his eyes as a black smoke appeared, covering the hound before revealing the human figure.
Instead of a giant muscular guy, the human was on the shorter side and cute looking until his eyes connected with the others in a stern glare.
“Names?” Si-Hyuk asked and the demon gave a smile, exposing his fangs before sighing.
“Well, mine is Hoseok and that over there is Jimin.” “This, not that.” Jimin growled loudly as he threw something towards Hoseok, who dodged it professionally like it happened every 2 minutes. Hoseok turned around with a smirk as his eyes scanned over the boys in front of him.
“Well, let’s be nice than.”
-End flashback-
“He looked scary at first, but he was actually really nice for a demon.” “Yeah, unlike someone…” Jin glanced sideways towards Yoongi, who was walking behind everybody else and kicking some twigs in front of him.
“Ignore him, he’s still thinking about someone…” “Is he really not over Hei-Ryung?” Jungkook asked innocently, making you frown before shrieking when a sword suddenly impaled the tree right in between you and Jungkook. You looked to the side, seeing Yoongi glaring at every single one of you. You felt your whole body shiver, but it stopped when you noticed the glare wasn’t directed at you but the hairs on your body stayed up.
“Don’t talk about it.” He sneered, his wings twitching violently in what you assumed to be anger. He walked passed you, his shoulder crashing against yours rather harshly, making you stumble slightly back. Hoseok held you from falling before glancing at Yoongi again.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just…” “Sensitive?” You mumbled and he nodded at you, eyes still trained on Yoongi’s form.
“I’ll go and calm him down…” Taehyung spoke before turning and running after Yoongi in his wolf form.
“Yoongi was the last to join us. He didn’t like us at all, but Taehyung has a special place in his heart somehow. Tae bothered him for ages until Yoongi let him in his room, stayed there for days while he talked about himself.” Namjoon explained and you merely nodded, still concerned about Yoongi as you didn’t see him nor Taehyung anymore.
“They’ll be fine. Come on.” Hoseok spoke, leading you further. You kept walking until you were out of the woods and back into town. It felt good to see the city, even with how much you loved the forest.
Your eyes darted over the city until you suddenly spotted a family of 15 kids and one man, your heart skipping a beat. Your family was there (with seemingly one addition to it).
“Go, we’ll wait in that grey house over there.” Jin said, pointing at a giant house (which you think was more of a castle than house, but details) and you smiled brightly.
“I’ll see you there!” You exclaimed, running across the street in a hurry as you waved your hands frantically to your family until they noticed you.
“You’re alive!” “And you’ve adopted another kid! How?” You greeted your father with a laugh as you hugged before you turned to the smaller child with a smile.
“Welcome to the family, kid.” You ruffled his hair slightly and the boy smiled at you brightly.
“So, what is this boyfriend of yours?” “Shut it!” You sneered as you felt the stares of everyone around you.
“That being said… I’m not coming home for awhile, one of my friends is in need of help and I don’t think he can stay alone.” You felt horrible as you lied straight to your teeth, although there might be some truth to it when you consider everything.
“It’s fine, dad won the lottery yesterday with a random ticket from the ground. We’re fine for the next 2 months at least and with a new job, we’ll be fine.” Yeri spoke and you nodded, ruffling her hair softly before hugging all of them quickly before waving them goodbye. You crossed the street again and made your way to your house, but before you even got near the house your mouth was covered with a cloth. Your eyes widen as you kicked and moved around while trying not to breath in the fume on the cloth.
“Stop kicking me!” The man behind you growled as he pressed the cloth tighter to your face, but it was ripped off seconds later with Yoongi standing in front of you now along with Taehyung.
The cute Taehyung you were used to was now gone and instead stood an angry one that seemed like he could rip your head off any second just like Yoongi.
The man stood up, glaring at both men in front of you.
“Get your own girl, she’s mine!” The man sneered and Taehyung growled loudly while Yoongi sighed.
“You mess with the wrong person, man.” Yoongi said, smirking before looking at Taehyung. Taehyung stepped forwards before his bone cracked and his body transformed once more to reveal his brown wolf form.
“Come on.” Yoongi spoke, grabbing your jacket from the back and dragging you away from the scene, which made you realize that the cameras around the area were all broken down.
“Did you?” You asked as you pointed at the cameras, but Yoongi didn’t answer and instead dragged you around the corner as a scream echoed through the alley followed by another one.
“Shouldn’t we help him so he doesn’t get spotted?” You asked and Yoongi stopped walking, turning to face you with a shocked look.
“Are you at all concerned about the screaming? Normal people wouldn’t be this calm, you know?” “I’ve seen a lot of things, I guess. Wait, is Tae killing him?” You suddenly asked and Yoongi nodded as he let go of you calmly. You 2 stayed in your position for a few more second before you turned to walk back to the alley.
“Hey!” Yoongi quickly chased after you, but to his surprise you kept walking even when he hung his full strength on you. You didn’t seem to notice the increasing weight as you dragged him with you.
“Tae!” You exclaimed as you rounded the corner and the wolf stopped, turning his head away from the man in front of him (who was clearly unresponsive at this point, although he was still awake). He seemed confused as you came closer to him, revealing Yoongi as well. Yoongi was red in the face, completely worn out for the first time in awhile (last one being his fight with his 2nd elder brother a few thousand years back) as he dangled on your arm which you still hadn’t noticed. Taehyung tilted his head in confusion before slowly changing back to his human form before slowly walking your way with a confused look.
“What’s wrong?” “C'mon, let’s not get caught.” You said as you grabbed his hand, making the wolf blush in response. Yoongi had let go of you by now, still a bit exhausted. You finally noticed Yoongi’s exhaustion and frowned.
“Why are you so tired?” You asked and he looked up, glaring at you.
“You dragged me for a full 3 minutes without noticing?!” He exclaimed and your eyes widened, pointing at yourself.
“I did?” “Yes!” He screamed and you chuckled awkwardly.
“I didn’t know I was strong enough for that…” You answered, but Yoongi shrugged before he turned around.
“Come on, they’re probably waiting for us by now.”
A/N: IMPORTANT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I say this with full sincerity because I sorta accidentally left this on a cliffhanger. I may very well write a part 3 (I currently have a vague idea where this would go), but I don’t want to promise it and have anxiety. So. Yeah. At your own risk, friend.
A/N: IMPORTANT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I say this with full sincerity because I sorta accidentally left this on a cliffhanger. I may very well write a part 3 (I currently have a vague idea where this would go), but I don’t want to promise it and have anxiety. So. Yeah. At your own risk, friend.
Dark red, high gloss liquid lingers on the tip of the brush, and you swipe it across your toenail in an even coat. Two more swipes and you’ve finished with your big toe. You got just a bit on your skin, a byproduct of being too hasty, and you grab for the paper towel and bottle of clear liquid on your night stand.
You pause in your actions when you hear a small knock on your window. You remember a time when such a sound would have freaked you out, or at the very least surprised you. But now it was so very common.
You glance up to see a deadly attractive boy perched outside your window. He flashes you a charismatic smile, displaying canines that were slightly longer, slightly sharper than the average humans.
You go back to painting your nails, barely acknowledging the vampire as he lifts the window and lets himself in.
Concentrating on getting the spot off your skin, Wonho plops down on your bed, grabbing the bottle before it can tip over and spill out.
“Oh nooo she’s painting her nails with the instruments of death!” He exclaims in mock fear, chuckling at his own joke.
You start to paint your smaller toes. “Laugh it up but if that polish remover got in your eye you’d feel like you were dying.”
“Yeesh,” he grimaces, sitting the bottle back down on the nightstand with a weary eye. You can’t help but laugh this time.
“You know,” you muse, “I could make a pretty good vampire slayer; I obviously have all the right tools.”
He seems mildly annoyed by the subject. “Calm down there, Buffy. You wouldn’t want to be a vampire hunter. You’re way too smart to be employed by that cult of idiots.”
“I said slayer, not hunter. I don’t need to hunt vampires; they crash into my room willingly for pedicures and late night snacks.”
“Touche,” he grins, the annoyance leaving his voice.
Then it hits you, and you pause mid pinky toe to look up at him. “Wait, employed? Cult? There are actual vampire hunters?”
His eyes shoot up to yours. There’s tension in his body that wasn’t there before, but you barely register it.
Your eyes get big with wonder, quickly recapping the nail polish bottle and setting it aside. “And there’s employment opportunities?! How much do you think–”
You’re smacked in the face with a pillow.
When your vision is unobstructed again, the serious face Wonho is sporting–coupled with the fact that this dangerous vampire took his annoyance out on you by throwing a pillow–has you guffawing.
Faster than your human brain can process the movements, he’s diving at you, tackling you backward onto the bed.
If it’s meant to scare you, it doesn’t work, as you just laugh harder.
“Excuse me! Hello! I am a terrifying vampire!” He demands above you, eyebrows pinching together in an attempt to look menacing.
Perhaps if you hadn’t known him, it would have frightened you. As it were, this is the same boy who has been coming over for weeks, insisting on climbing through the window instead of using the door because “it makes me look more boss”. The same boy who, more often than not, came in with arms full of snacks and food because “I get to eat, it’s only fair that you do too.” The same boy who always tucked you into bed after you let him feed on you, propping the pillows up just so, and making sure the blanket was secure around you because “why is it weird that I don’t want you getting cold–stop looking at me like that.”
Oh yes, he was terrifying. But not because he was a vampire, but because you knew you were falling for him.
You clamp your mouth shut trying to stifle your laugh, but tears gleam in your eyes from the effort and you don’t trust your voice. So you just nod emphatically.
He raises a cocky brow, “so you’re terrified?”
Again you nod, biting back your smile.
“That’s more like it. You’re lucky because I was going to eat you.”
“Oh no,” you stretch your neck, hastily moving your hair out of the way, exposing the tender skin to him, “that would just be awful.”
He groans at the sight, his pupils dilating.
Wonho bends his head down, his nose running the length of your neck, inhaling as he goes.
You shiver, your body eagerly awaiting the bliss of being bitten.
“You smell incredible…”
“Glad to know your dinner smells appetizing,” you barely manage to get out, closing your eyes at the sensation of his breath on your skin.
“No I mean,” he lifts his head, looking at you now, his eyes scanning your features, “you smell really lovely. Did you get a new body wash?”
Your eyes pop open and you turn to meet his gaze. “…um, yeah, I did actually.”
For a moment he looks almost embarrassed. “Oh,” he says, as if he’s just as surprised by his observation as you are that he pointed it out. “Oh well it’s lovely.”
“So I’ve heard…from you.”
He laughs nervously, “yeah, duh, I already said that.” He rubs the back of his neck, clearing his throat.
He pulls away from you, sitting back on his heels. You take the opportunity to sit back up.
“You alright?” You finally ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“Go out with me,” he blurts out in a whoosh of words.
Your jaw unhinges. “I, wait, what?”
He shakes his head, laughing at himself, then looks down at his lap. “Let me take you out.”
“Out?” You ask lamely.
He laughs again, looking back up at you. “Yes out. Like outside. Like going somewhere. Like–”
“Like a date?”
He bites his bottom lip and it’s so incredibly attractive you almost lose focus on the conversation.
“Like a date,” he confirms.
You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face, especially when his eyes light up gleefully at the sight.
“Ok,” you nod, “let’s go on a date.”
You put in your earring, then lean back in your vanity chair to appraise your appearance. You smile at your reflection as you remember who you’re getting all dolled up for and why. The butterflies that begin to assault your belly have obviously just remembered as well.
You’re not left with your thoughts for long, because right on time, there’s a knock on your front door.
You nearly laugh out loud at this fact. He always comes through the window. But you guess he thinks a date is worthy of a good, old fashioned, front door entrance.
Taking a deep breath, you open the door to reveal an impeccably dressed Wonho. Slim fitted, white button down, rolled up at the sleeves, left little to the imagination of this boy’s physique. You watched as that well toned chest heaved a breath, causing you to remember yourself. Your eyes shoot up to his.
But he was busy taking you in, as well. He expels the air he had just sucked in.
“You look amazing,” he says with utter sincerity.
You chuckle nervously, his comment affecting you more than you would wish. “Yes, well, it’s amazing the difference a little effort and some actual clothes can make. Have you ever seen me in anything other than my pajamas?”
“I don’t suppose I have, but I think you look beautiful either way.”
There’s silence for a beat where you stare at him for a moment too long. You clear your throat and try to gain control of your rapidly beating heart.
Trying to ease the sudden tension, your mind searches for anything to say to change the subject. You opt for poking fun at him, which is really your default.
“So, what, no flowers?” You raise an eyebrow at him in reproval.
It takes him half a second to register what you said; then his eyes fall to his empty hands as if they were the culprits who betrayed him. Glancing back up at you he looks mildly panicked and you immediately feel bad for teasing him.
Just as you’re about to tell him you’re joking, his eyes light up, a smile spreading on his face. He points to himself.
Your brows furrow in confusion. So he circles the finger around his face. “Me. I’m the flower.”
A laugh bursts from your lips.
The look on his face morphs into one of excited surprise. “And look you got me a flower too!”
With those words, he cups your cheek, effectively cutting off your laugh. You feel a blush rising up, so you swat his hand off before he can feel the tell-tale heat on your face caused by his cheesy words.
“What a dork. I thought vampires were supposed to be smooth,” you retort.
“Haha! Please! You couldn’t handle me if I put on my–” he pauses, lifting an arm up to lean on the threshold of your door “–full charm.” He leans in, giving you a wink coupled with a cocky grin.
He’s so close, you get a whiff of his cologne and you swear it makes your head spin.
You lean in too, until you’re inches from his delicious looking lips. You glance down at them; slowly his grin leaves, his expression changing at your proximity.
“You’re right,” you whisper, “I can’t handle you.”
And with that you give a quick jab to his gut, causing him to bend at the waist with a grunt as you quickly take a step back to give you both some breathing room.
“You’re mean,” he says simply before righting himself, leveling you with a look.
“I get that way when I’m hungry. Let’s roll, date!” You smile widely at him, pointing a finger out.
He just shakes his head, laughing. He grabs your outstretched hand bringing it down, then pulls you along.
He doesn’t let go of your hand and your mind doesn’t let go of that fact.
The strong breeze whips your hair behind you as the two of you stroll beside the river. There is an electrical charge in the air that could only be felt before an impending storm, but you can’t bring yourself to be worried because there is a current running through your veins that has nothing to do with the weather.
And a lot to do with the boy walking next to you.
Wonho looks over at you with a smile as you’re laughter fills the air, brought on by one of his stories of adjusting to the vampire life. Which, as it turned out, is very comical.
“What else would you like to know?”
“Hmmm…” you tap your chin in thought. There is something you are very curious about.
“You mentioned before about being part of a clan?” You ask. He cuts his eyes your way and nods hesitantly. “Could you tell me about them? Am I going to get to meet them?”
He stretches his neck, rubbing the back of it to get rid of the tension that has just settled there, trying to look nonchalant as he answers.
“I’m surprised you remember that,” he laughs, “you were pretty blissed out if I remember that night correctly. That was the night I met you, the night of my change.”
“Oh! Are you going to tell me about the change?” You ask excitedly, momentarily forgetting about your previous question.
He smiles at your excitement, then straightens up looking very serious. He waves a hand in front of both of you, as if he’s about to paint a visual with his words.
In a foreboding tone, he begins, “Picture it. It was a dark and stormy night when–”
He’s cut off from his story when you punch him in his arm.
“Ow!” He shouts, but he’s laughing, “what was that for?”
“For starters, that is so cliche,” you say. “Secondly, what do you mean it was a ‘dark and stormy night’?”
“…that it was storming and also dark?” He questions.
“No it wasn’t. I was there, remember? There was zero storming. And also, isn’t ‘dark night’ a bit redundant? How can a night be anything but dark? I mean, this is opposed to what? A sunny night? Dumb.”
“You harshly critique my story,” he puts a hand on his chest. “My heart…it’s wounded…”
Your eyes light up at the thought of another question. “Oh! Another thing! Do you even have a heart?”
“That is rather offensive,” he deadpans.
“Oh come on, you know what I mean!” You quickly backtrack.
He eyes you up and down with amusement, “you sure are nosey about the vampire gig, aren’t you?”
“You were the one who asked if there was anything else I wanted to know…” you trail off feeling a bit embarrassed by your own curiosity.
“Yeah, but I thought I’d get questions like ‘what pizza toppings do you like’ or ‘what’s your favorite color’.”
“Ok then,” you concede, “what’s your favorite color?”
“Black…like my soul,” he says dramatically, ending with a “MUAHAHAHAHA”.
“AHA! So you do have a heart!” You leap up with a triumphant whoop. “It’s about time you finally answered one of my questions!”
He laughs, but it sounds forced, “What? Why would I be dodging questions—oh look we’re here!”
Your curiosity is momentarily derailed when you see the layout before you. Next to the river’s edge, a plaid blanket covered the ground, and atop it sat a picnic basket. The smells hit your nose before you even hit the blanket, and you swear you have to keep yourself from drooling.
“This is for us?” You ask. He nods, hesitantly trying to gauge your reaction to the unconventional dinner.
“Wonho…this is…this is amazing,” you say, getting teary eyed as you sit.
Noticing this, he quickly sits next to you, pulling you into his arms. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…this is so sweet…” you trail off, taking in the scene. “It reminds me of my parents. We used to have picnics by the river when I was growing up. With work and everything, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen them. I guess I didn’t realize how much I miss them.”
“Perhaps you should visit them soon,” he says, continuing to hug you close. “Family is important.” The conviction in his voice at his last statement gives you momentary pause. You know there’s more behind those three words to him than he’s saying. But you know better than to push it.
“You’re absolutely right,” you say, matching his conviction.
After the delicious dinner, he vows to take you out for ice cream “like a real gentleman should”.
Fortunately, there was a ice cream shop nearby. Unfortunately it was in the mall that was always packed on the weekends.
The two of you walk in, bumping shoulders with a few people to get properly into the little parlour situated in the food court.
He looks over the crowd with a weary eye. “I should have maybe planned this better. Want to bail and go get coffee or something?”
You think about it, but, “nah, the wait shouldn’t be that long, I think most people are just hanging out. And besides, what about coffee says ‘real gentleman’? No no, proper etiquette calls for ice cream.”
He laughs, “you’re so right, what was I thinking? Why don’t you start picking out a flavor while I head to the restroom.”
You nod, thankful for the time to decide. You scan the selection behind the glass counter, tapping a finger to your lip in thought.
You’re so absorbed with reading the labels that you don’t notice the guy breaking away from the crowd to approach you, eyeing you with interest.
“There’s too many to choose from…” you mumble to yourself.
“That’s why you go big and get the three scoop. It seems excessive, but really there’s no such thing as too much ice cream,” he says when he reaches you, leaning a shoulder casually against the glass display.
You startle, realizing that the new arrival is addressing you. You look up at the boy who is smiling down at you. He’s trying to be subtle about it, but you can see his eyes roving, checking you out.
You blink at him. “There is if you’re lactose intolerant.”
His smile drops. “Um, yeah, I guess…I guess that’s true.”
“Sad but true.”
“Really a shame.”
“Truly tragic.”
“Are you always this chatty?”
“Only when I put forth effort.”
He sighs, dropping his shoulders, “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say I’m barking up the wrong tree.”
“I’m confused. In this scenario are you on the tree’s limb or barking up it’s trunk?”
His mouth pops open, then it morphs into a pout. “You’re mean.”
“Surprisingly, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.”
“…I’m not sure what part of that is supposed to surprise me.”
Ignoring that comment, you continue, “admittedly, this time it was unintentional. You’re cute, but I’m here with someone.” You eye him accusingly, “which I betyou already knew.”
He puts his hands up defensively, “I honestly didn’t; I didn’t see you walk in. I swear I’m not that kind of douchebag.”
You look at the sincerity on his face. Your defenses lower, and you now begin to feel bad for being so cold to him. So, naturally, you make up for it by teasing him. “Then what kind are you?”
“‘Scuse me?”
“You said you weren’t that kind of douchebag, so what kind are you?”
He looks like he’s taking offense, until he catches the smile creep up on your face. You stifle a laugh. He can’t contain his. And when he laughs, you notice the most adorable dimples on his face. He really is cute. Had you not been so enamored with Wonho, you would have definitely given this guy a chance.
His laughter trails off, something behind you has caught his attention.
You turn to see Wonho making his way through the crowd and back toward the counter.
The boy in front of you visibly stiffens, his eyes snapping back to yours.
“Is that the guy you came in with?” he asks with an edge of aggression that wasn’t there before.
“Um…yes…?” you tilt the end of the sentence in a question. His severe reaction to Wonho has knocked you off kilter.
“I don’t want to scare you, but you’re in danger. Come with me, I’ll get you out of here,” he grabs for your arm and begins to pull you away.
You’re so shocked, he’s dragged you several feet into the crowd before you come to your senses, jerking your arm causing him to halt.
“I don’t think so, dimples,” You scoff, incredulous of his audacity.
“Look, I’m going to need you to trust me. I’ll explain everything once we get you away from him.”
“You have 3 seconds to let go of me before I start screaming ‘stranger danger’,” you say in a flat voice, conveying how serious you were.
He’s breathing heavy through his nostrils, clearly trying to contain his annoyance. “Why do women have to be so stubborn?”
You choke out a laugh, “why do men have to be so unrelenting in their futile pursuits?”
He grinds his teeth in irritation.
“I’m not…this isn't…” he takes a breath, “this is not me trying to pick you up. I’m not that desperate, thank you. You’re boyfriend is a dangerous man.”
“A danger to your ego maybe,” you shoot back.
He cautions a quick glance at Wonho, who appears to be searching for you. “I don’t have time for this.”
With a frustrated grunt, he drops your arm. “You know what? Your problem, your funeral.”
And with that he turns around and disappears into the crowd.
You stand there momentarily stunned, trying to make sense of such a weird encounter.
A hand lands on the small of your back and you let out a surprised squeak.
Wonho laughs at your side. You didn’t even realize he’d walked up. “Jumpy? And here I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”
You give yourself a mental shake, and try a smile. You’re not certain you succeed. “Psh, me? I’m afraid of a lot of things. Like how much jail time I would serve if I had to hurt some stranger for touching me. Luckily it was just you.”
“Just me? I’m wounded!” He says in mock offense.
“Don’t you have, like, magical healing or something?”
“Perhaps, but ice cream will expedite the process,” he grins broadly at you.
You smile back, “you aren’t wrong.”
And just as quickly as Mr. Dimples had shaken you up, Wonho has put you at ease.
You can’t help the smile on your face as you walk up to your door with Wonho.
He looks down, scuffing his feet, swinging his shoulders in mock shyness. “I had a really great time tonight,” he says, punctuating the statement with a falsetto giggle.
You laugh at his antics, pushing his arm gently, “you are such a dork.”
He laughs too, looking up at you so that you’re able to enjoy the full effect of his beautiful smile. “I’m serious though, I really did have a great night.”
You paste on your best sultry look, which apparently isn’t very convincing, if his barely contained grin is any indicator. You run your hand up his chest to his shoulder, stopping at the nape of his neck. The humor in his eyes changes to surprise.
“There’s no reason it has to end now,” you say in an attempted smokey voice. “Hows about a little night cap, yeah?” You tap at your neck.
He cocks an eyebrow, leaning into you. “Why, _______, how indecent of you.”
You open your mouth to rebut but he silences you with a finger to your lip. “That is definitely a great idea. I’ll go get some snacks, you go get comfy and pull up Dramafever.”
And with excitement in his eyes, he kisses your forehead, lingering momentarily before pulling away and dashing down the hall.
“Don’t forget the Pocky sticks!” You yell after him. He waves an arm in acknowledgement without slowing down.
You make your way inside, heading straight to your room to exchange your date outfit for your pajamas. You reach to turn on your bedside lamp when the sound of the window opening has you turning.
“There is no way you got my pocky sticks that fast,” you say to Wonho as he straightens up.
That’s when you realize it’s not Wonho at all. It’s the boy from the mall. He seems just as shocked to see you as you are to see him. But you don’t take the time to analyze that.
You quickly grab the bedside lamp and throw it towards him. He puts his arms up to brace for the impact but there was no need. You didn’t think about the fact that the lamp was plugged in; and the cord had the lamp landing lamely several feet from your intruder.
You growl in frustration, “I have got to start keeping better weapons in this room!”
You turn to run, but he’s quickly there grabbing you, stopping your retreat. And before you can let loose a scream, he clamps a hand over your mouth.
You whimper, fear pumping through your veins.
“Calm down, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. I just didn’t want you running off. If I let you go, will you let me explain? Please?” He asks.
You nod emphatically.
He sighs. “You’re going to bolt as soon as I let you go, aren’t you?”
You shake your head no, as convincingly as you can with a hand over your mouth and an arm holding you immobile.
He throws you on the bed, then darts to block your door. He’s effectively trapped you in before you even have a chance to right yourself.
“You ok?” He asks from where he’s now stationed.
“Are you—are you seriously asking me that right now?” You ask as you stand from the bed.
“….good point. Ok. Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. Honestly I didn’t think I’d even find you in here alive. I was worried I’d be too late.”
“Dude you are seriously off your rocker. You’re crazy.”
“No, I’m a hunter. Which admittedly is a bit close some days.”
“A hunter?” You ask. Then realization dawns on you.
“Yes, and I can protect you. But I need for you to…”
“Um no thanks. I’m solid,” you interrupt.
He lets out a sad sigh, as if he’s about to break some devastating news to you.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’re little boyfriend, he’s—
“A vampire,” you say.
“—a vampire, and—oh. You already know.”
“Yep.”
“Well this is different.”
“Sorry to steal your thunder.”
“Yeah, that’s usually the big reveal. I’ll live, though. Now I’m just hoping you do.”
“What’s that supposed—“
“You human?”
“Yes, most definitely. I was actually going to see if you guys were hiring. I can get Wonho here for you to…do whatever it is you do with vampires. Just let me go grab my phone.” You knew you needed to text Wonho a warning, but you couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t have him rushing here anyways.
Sadly, that struggle was moot because Dimples wasn’t falling for it. As you move towards the door, he angles his body to block you in more effectively.
“No need, he’s already here.”
In horror, you turn to face the window that is now filled up by a familiar form. He’s so focused on getting the bags of snacks over the sill, he hasn’t even looked up to see your uninvited guest.
You go to run to him, but the boy grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. That doesn’t stop you from screaming though.
“Wonho run!”
Wonho drops the bags, whipping his head up, finally taking in the scene. His eyes go wide.
“Jooheon!?”
“Hello, brother.”
Told you it was a cliffy. You totally should have listened to me. To be honest, I’m glad you didn’t listen to me, I wanted you to read it. It’s sorta why I wrote it.
Anyways! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you did, I’d kill for some feedback, it fuels me. Thanks for reading!!
Blood status: Half blood but doesn’t understand how blood status works
Loves the fact that his house is beside the kitchen
Is always stealing food with Wonho
Thinks house points are dumb
Gets amused by giants
Met Wonho on the Hogwarts express on his first year and told him about the battle of Hogwarts, may have or may have not fooled him saying it was ten centuries ago
Thinks the paintings are cool, they (the paintings) think he’s cool too
Has never cost Hufflepuff any points, he doesn’t do anything at all
Thinks quidditch is cool since he used to watch quidditch matches with his father
Often goes to honeydukes with Shownu because he likes how happy Shownu looks there
A/N: I wrote this I don’t know how many years ago and found it as I was cleaning out my drafts. Figured I’d just post it to post it, idk. ~❄️
Wonho opened the door to your apartment, happy to have some time to spend with you alone. He set his bag and jacket down before stretching and his nostrils are filled with the heavenly aroma of your cooking. Walking to your kitchen and expecting to find you. Instead he finds a warm platter of chicken, a pot of rabokki, steamed rice and soup to help with his cold.
He smiles and sets out to find you, “Where are you hiding?” He stops when he gets into the hall and hears a familiar song playing. He peeked into your bedroom to see you dancing around in his jacket. His smile widened as he saw your attempt to do the choreography.
Ten Minutes Earlier
You were trying to get dinner ready for Wonhos visit. It wasn’t often you got to see him during a comeback, but he had a cold so he got a few extra days of rest. You made some of his favorites and just as you lifted the lid to check the soup, some splashed out onto your dress. Luckily the dress was loose fitting and the hot liquid didn’t touch your skin. Turning the stove top off, you head to the bathroom to quickly clean up.
You turn your playlist on shuffle letting the music flow through your apartment as you clean up. Walking into the closet, searching for something cute yet comfy, your eyes catch something in the back of your closet. Pulling out the coat, you can’t help but to run your fingers over the soft faux fur. You smile to yourself as you breathe in the scent of the monochrome houndstooth jacket, the faint smell of Wonhos cologne still lingering.
Slipping into the oversized coat and walking out of the closet you laugh at the sight. Standing in front of the mirror you realize just how big the coat is on you, hitting you right above your knee and hands completely swallowed by the sleeves. The next track that plays is fate and the universe working in complete harmony.
The smooth piano signaling the intro of the song, you try to do the choreography as well as you can remember. You remember thrusts and body rolls, so you start there. Your dancing around the room with your eyes closed when someone grabs your hand and spins you. Your back landing into a solid chest, a familiar voice singing along to the track.
“You’re my sweetheart, yeah” Wonho sings softly into your ear. His hands on your hips guiding yours along with his own. He turned you around, sliding his hand into the coat onto your back. His cool hand shocking your system, slowly you rocked against each other. He slid his thick thigh between your legs as he continued to dance with you.
You placed your hands on his broad chest. Sliding them down you wrap them around his waist. His smile widening, as your hands settle on his hips.
ACHOO!
You freeze. Wonho doesn’t move from his new position. His head bowed, hands covering his nose as he looks at you through his full lashes. “Oh, my god,” he said, his voice scratchy and deep. “I’m so sorry. I thought I was better,” he looked miserable.
“It’s fine, let’s get you fed and cuddled, yeah” you said with a giggle. Taking off the coat, you set it on the chair and pulled a clean shirt on.
Picking up the coat Wonho smiled again, “How about we try this again later.” He returned the coat to the closet and followed you to the kitchen.
“How about we get you healthy first. Then we’ll see,” you say setting out the food.
You two ended the night cuddled in bed, watching dramas and just talking until sleep took over. Before you fell asleep you heard “Next time, only wear the coat.”
“Shut up or I’ll make Danny wear it for you,” you grumbled sleepily. You feel Wonho shudder behind you, “You win. Night baby.”h
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