Paint Me a Thousand Colors

by sailorminbin

Summary:

Seungmin discovers his new roommate is a vampire who's never bitten a human, and he's more than willing to change that.

(Five times Minho bites Seungmin, and one time Seungmin bites him back.)

Notes:

Vampire 2min brainrot go brrr. I can't believe i wrote this so quickly...this is the first time I've ever posted for a fic event so pls be nice!

Seungmin doesn’t know what he expected when Lee Minho offered to be his roommate, but it certainly wasn’t this.

 

Backtracking a little, Seungmin wanted to move out of the stingy college dorms with a roommate he barely knew the name of. All of his close friends already had living arrangements, and he opted for looking online, but was a little nervous. He didn’t want to end up rooming with a serial killer or something.

 

That’s where Minho came in. Seungmin had met him a few times. He was sweet and funny and had a confident energy that seemed to light up the room wherever he was. Seungmin wouldn’t consider them close per se, but he considered Minho a friend at the very least. 

 

When he started complaining about finding someone to live in an apartment with, Changbin had lit up, revealing to Seungmin that Minho was also looking for a new place to move into. Seungmin had turned the idea over a few times. He didn’t know Minho all that well, but he knew him well enough. And from what the people he knew were close to Minho had said, Minho was a genuinely good person. 

 

Minho and Seungmin talked about it over lunch one day, going over rent, groceries, rules and boundaries they’d need to set as roommates. Minho didn’t seem half bad to share an apartment with. He was very straight to the point and didn’t have too many rules other than, “Don’t fuck anyone while I’m home, please. I don’t need to experience that again.”

 

Seungmin had laughed and promised not to do that, to which Minho had responded with a soft smile and, “Then, I think this just might work, Kim Seungmin.”

 

Minho and Seungmin moved in together about a month or so after, boxes flooding a once empty apartment. Minho was quick to get to work, claiming he hated the mess of moving in and  ordering Seungmin around for an entire day. Seungmin didn’t know it was possible to unpack an entire apartment in one day, but Minho was full of surprises. He ordered Seungmin around, insisting they get the hard work over it so their apartment isn’t a terrible mess.

 

Thankfully, there was a sweetness to the sour, and Minho ended the day by taking him out to eat in celebration. 

 

Seungmin had sunk into the booth with a sigh, his arms already sore and sure to be even worse tomorrow. Minho raised an eyebrow at him, claiming he moved most of the boxes, specifically the heavy stuff. (It was true, but that didn’t mean Seungmin’s arms didn’t hurt from the boxes he moved.)

 

The dinner was great. Minho offered a toast to becoming roommates, his eyes glittering as he raised a glass. Seungmin clinked their cups together and they dissolved into seamless conversation before heading back to their new shared home. 

 

Minho was a great roommate, not that Seungmin expected less, but he didn’t expect more either. They fell into simple routines, and Minho was just so... easy to be around. There were never any awkward silences in their shared apartment, Minho filling in the gaps with soft giggles and witty comments. Their friendship blossomed within the first few weeks of living together, Minho’s shining personality drawing Seungmin in like a moth to a flame. 

 

He was funny, easygoing, and despite his sharp tongue and relentless teasing, he’s sweet like sugar under his indifferent exterior. Seungmin noticed the little things more than anything. Minho cooking most nights even when he complained about it, Minho keeping their shared space clean, Minho running out in late nights to get something Seungmin had wanted on a whim...It was the small things that shone to Seungmin the most.

 

It took him no time at all to open up to him, even allowing Minho’s touchy behavior. Minho seemed to have no boundaries when it came to physical affection, but at the same time, he’d always timidly ask if it was alright before fully curling into Seungmin’s side on the couch. Seungmin wasn’t big on physical affection, at least he never was really the one seeking it out, but after having friends like Felix and Changbin, he’s used to touchy behavior by now. Besides, Minho was sweet, and always warm in their slightly drafty apartment. (Seungmin is always complaining about it).

 

There’s some people in life you just click with. Some people you can just fall into easy conversation after a long day and enjoy their presence in every way. Even in the silences, Seungmin felt comforted by Minho’s presence, just knowing he’s there beside him put him at ease. Everything seemed to slowly fall into place as Minho became a constant in Seungmin’s life. Minho just felt like the other half to a whole Seungmin didn’t know he was missing.

 

Minho truly seemed like the perfect roommate (and friend), and maybe that should’ve tipped Seungmin that something was off. Nobody can be that perfect. Not even Lee Minho.

 

Still, of all the things, Seungmin never could’ve expected this. 

 

He never could’ve expected to catch his roommate standing over the kitchen sink, mouth piercing a bag full of unmistakable red liquid, the same dark crimson dripping down his chin. 

 

Minho doesn’t notice him at first, standing in the doorway to their shared apartment, frozen in place. It’s not until Seungmin’s clammy hands drop his keys to the floor with a clink that Minho opens his eyes and tears himself away from the bag. 

 

Seungmin’s back presses against the doorframe as he stumbles back, bright yellow eyes fixated on him. Icy fear shoots down his spine at the inhuman look flickering in their irises.

 

Minho’s eyes flash, returning back to their dark brown hue, and the feral look in his eyes is replaced with the same fear Seungmin feels. 

 

“Seungmin?” he croaks out, revealing blood-stained fangs peaking just past his lips.

 

Holy shit. 

 

“Seungmin,” Minho repeats, dropping the bag in the sink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, only effectively smearing it. “It’s not-”

 

Seungmin had only heard stories. Passerby’s whispers. Never in his life had he met one, at least not knowingly. They kept to themselves, kept their existence hush-hush with the amount of monster hunters and fear mongering still roaming around. 

 

And yet, somehow, one had found its way into his home.

 

“Y-You’re-You-” Seungmin stumbles over his words, struggling to keep his voice steady and tear his eyes away from Minho’s blood-stained lips. “You’re a vampire.”

 

Minho’s mouth opens and closes a few times, eyes searching Seungmin’s features. He starts to make his way around the kitchen, toward Seungmin. “...I’m sorry. I know I should’ve told you but…”

 

He trails off and pauses a few meters away from Seungmin, chewing his bottom lips nervously. He looks so scared, something that baffles Seungmin, but makes his own fear start to subside.

 

This is Minho. Minho, who’s always been sweet and selfless. Who’s always taken care of Seungmin in his own little ways. It’s still him. 

 

Hesitantly, Seungmin moves forward, even as his heart thumps in his ears. “It’s-It’s okay,” he says shakily, taking a deep breath. “I get it.”

 

“You do?”

 

Seungmin nods and stops right in front of Minho, blinking down at him. It’s still him, he reminds himself. He’s been the same all this time. 

 

“You didn’t know how I’d react,” Seungmin continues. And he understands, he really does. He’s heard enough stories of vampires found dead in the streets at the hands of hunters or simply people blinded by their own fear and hatred. Seungmin won’t be like that. He won’t do that to Minho. “It’s alright.”

 

Minho’s fingertips come up to his lips, almost like he’s trying to hide them. “You weren’t meant to find out like this,” he mumbles behind his fingers. “I was going to tell you, really. I just didn’t know how. I was really scared you’d...I don’t know. I know you’re not a bad person but at the same time I thought you’d be scared or-”

 

Seungmin shakes his head and reaches forward, placing a reassuring hand on Minho’s shoulder. It’s then he realizes Minho’s shaking. 

 

“It’s okay, really.”

 

Minho exhales in relief. “Okay. Okay. Fuck,” he suddenly lets out a laugh, a nervous and shaky one. “God, I was so scared when you walked in. I thought…”

 

He squeezes Minho’s shoulder, his fear completely dissolved now, after seeing Minho like this. He thought Seungmin would be afraid, and in a way, he was right. Seungmin feels guilty for fearing him for even a moment, forgetting that this is Minho . Seungmin is always safe with him. 

 

“I’m not scared of you,” Seungmin promises. “I really…I really don’t know much about vampires, I’ll be honest, but I know you . I’m not afraid of you.”

 

Minho’s eyelashes flutter, his eyes crinkling. His mouth is still hidden behind a shy hand, but Seungmin can tell he’s smiling. “Thank you.” He pauses for a moment, then finally lowers his hand from his lips. “I need to um, I need to keep feeding…”

 

Seungmin jolts, and releases Minho’s shoulder, giving him some space. “Oh. Right. I’m sorry.” He laughs a little. “I interrupted you, my bad.”

 

“That’s alright. Why are you home early anyways?” Minho asks, making his way back into the kitchen. 

 

“Someone else came in early for their shift, so I got let off,” Seungmin explains, watching Minho go back to the sink. Minho blinks at him for a moment, then Seungmin realizes, with an oh shit, that he’s staring when Minho’s supposed to be feeding. “I’m sorry I’ll-” Seungmin rushes out an apology and picks up his keys from where he’d dropped them. “I’ll leave you to it.”

 

He quickly goes to his room, giving Minho his privacy while he feeds. He remembers hearing somewhere that vampires like privacy when they feed, something about a territorial instinct. 

 

He frowns when he realizes that he knows next to nothing about vampires. Other than the drinking blood part, all he’s ever heard is rumors rooted in fear. Like vampires stealing babies and drinking their blood for immortality and shit like that. Minho obviously isn’t a baby thief, but what about the real things Seungmin should know?

 

Seungmin is half tempted to message Felix, his fairy friend who knows more about this stuff than him, but ultimately decides against it. He doesn’t need to know everything. Minho will tell him whatever he’s comfortable sharing, and that’ll be enough. It’s not like he’s any different, he’s been like this the whole time, it’s just something he kept hidden. 

 

A soft knock interrupts Seungmin’s thoughts, and a soft head of hair peeks through the crack. Minho’s face is clean now, devoid of the blood he’d been drinking, and his eyes are the same soft brown Seungmin is used to. 

 

“Can I…?” Minho shyly creeps forward, and Seungmin nods and pats the bed next to him. 

 

Minho crawls onto the bed and settles beside him, keeping a little distance. He plays with his hands in his lap, silence between them. This is the first time Seungmin can remember having an awkward silence with Minho, who’s always all too eager to fill it. 

 

Now, he’s the opposite, shyer than ever. 

 

“I know you have questions,” Minho mumbles, breaking the silence. “It’s okay to ask.”

 

Seungmin sits up a little, thinking for a moment before he quietly asks, “How long have you been like this?”

 

“Not long…Maybe six months?” Minho tips his head thoughtfully. “Yeah just about. I met someone and we went out and he took me home one night and...yeah. I got bit.”

 

Seungmin frowns. “I’m sorry.”

 

Minho shrugs. “It’s alright. Sometimes people suck,” he laughs a little, his hand coming up to his own neck. 

 

Seungmin’s heard of the turning process before. The bite is different from feeding, intending to kill. Sometimes people survive, sometimes they don’t. It hurts like hell according to the ones who live.

 

Seungmin hesitates a little, and although he feels like he knows the answer, he still wants to know. “Have you ever…?”

 

“No,” Minho responds immediately, knowing what he’s asking. “I don’t-I don’t know if I could. I know some who do, and that’s fine, I just don’t think...I could do that. I just drink from bags. There’s people that donate blood but...it runs out a lot. There’s enough of a shortage for medicinal purposes, so it’s even worse when it comes to feeding vampires.”

 

Seungmin frowns deeply at that. “So...sometimes you can’t feed?”

 

Minho shrugs again, helplessly this time. “Can’t really do much about it. It’s been a little over a month since I last fed before today. The waitlist is awful.”

 

“A month?” 

 

“Yeah. Don’t worry, vampires can go up to two and a half months without feeding. It’s just not recommended, for obvious reasons.”

 

“That’s still like…” Seungmin trails off. “...A human not eating for a week. Aren’t you like...starving?”

 

“A little. But it’s alright,” Minho tries to reassure him with a smile. “I can’t do much about it, so I just make do. Trust me, I’m fine. There’s nothing like the hunger you have when you first turn, so I’ve already gotten past the worst of it.”

 

Seungmin still feels bad. How many other vampires have to go a month or even more without feeding? 

 

“Maybe I should donate blood,” Seungmin murmurs, more to himself than anything.

 

Minho’s eyes widen. “That’s...you don’t have to.”

 

“I mean, why not? I’ve donated before for medicinal purposes. I have loads to spare.” Seungmin taps his neck with a smile. 

 

Minho’s eyes flicker down to his neck, before quickly coming back up. “I mean, thanks. I just hope I don’t get a bag of Seungmin blood for my next delivery.”

 

Seungmin’s mind blanks at the thought of Minho drinking his blood. It hadn’t really occurred to him before he’d offered.

 

“I mean-” he fumbles with his words. “I hope not?”

 

Minho laughs, and suddenly that teasing glint that Seungmin knows too well is back in his eyes. “It wouldn’t be so bad. Type A is my favorite.”

 

Seungmin blinks at him. “Really?”

 

“I don’t know. I’ve never checked the bags.” Seungmin laughs, and he relaxes a little. They fall silent for a moment, and Minho speaks up, voice quiet. “I’m really glad you’re okay with this. I was really worried you wouldn’t be.”

 

“Of course I am,” Seungmin reassures him, reaching forward and taking Minho’s hands from where they rest in his lap. “You’re my friend. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

 

Minho laughs. “If it were, I would have told you I’m a vampire ages ago.”

 

Seungmin giggles and squeezes his roommate’s hands. Minho is already back to joking around, that easy banter coming back as quickly as it’d gone. He’s glad they’re okay, that nothing has changed.

 

Minho smiles sweetly at him, as if reading his mind, and squeezes his hand right back, eyes sparkling. They’ll be okay.

 

(1)

 

They fall back into their normal routine of push and pull banter and sweet gestures guised under sarcasm and witty comments. Seungmin asks about a million (sometimes stupid) questions, earning an eye roll and thankfully an answer every time. He learns a lot about vampires and more importantly, Minho, over the next month and a half or so. Minho debunks dozens of myths, and groans every time Seungmin cracks shitty vampire joke after shitty vampire joke. 

 

(One time he hung a necklace of garlic around his neck, just to see what would happen. Minho offered him a glare and a, “Trust me, you don’t need garlic to keep me away from you. Just opening your mouth is enough.” Seungmin threw the garlic at him in turn.)

 

Overall, nothing really changes between them now that Minho’s secret is out. If anything, they’ve gotten closer. Now, Seungmin feels like he really knows the real Minho, and Minho feels comfortable enough to share things he hadn’t been able to share about before. 

 

Seungmin loves learning anything and everything about Minho, even if it's something the other claims is miniscule. Minho just has so many different layers to him, even though Seungmin knows him well enough by now, every day he still learns something new. Piece by piece, Seungmin learns Minho inside and out, offering Minho everything in return.

 

It’s been almost two months since the incident when Seungmin opens the door to the apartment, kicking off his shoes and tossing the keys to the counter. He pauses for a moment at the eerie silence settled in the apartment, frowning a little. He could’ve sworn Minho said he was home. Usually he’s out in the living room watching TV and doing work. It’s too early for him to be sleeping in his room already. 

 

Seungmin dismisses it, figuring Minho is probably napping or just working quietly in his own room. He makes his way into the kitchen, intending to grab himself a snack, but freezes when he hears a loud thump and a broken cry from one of the rooms.

 

He rushes down the hall, calling, “ Minho ?” He knocks on the door rapidly a few times, but receives no answer. An icy cold feeling snakes down Seungmin’s spine, the cry repeating itself in Seungmin’s mind over and over. Without a second thought, he opens the door, wildly looking around the room for the source of the noise.

 

It’s completely dark in the room, the only source of light peeking out from the shut blinds and the doorway to the hall. Seungmin’s eyes fall on a figure on the floor, swathed in darkness. He just barely makes out Minho’s body, knees hugged to his chest, head tucked between them.

 

“Minho?” Seungmin whispers, stepping forward hesitantly.

 

Minho’s head snaps up, and Seungmin flinches back when a pair of bright yellow eyes gleam dangerously at him. 

 

“...Minho?”

 

Minho bares his teeth and hisses, sharp fangs gleaming just past his lips. Seungmin is frozen in his spot, fear pooling in his gut as Minho’s gaze pierces him. Feral. Hungry.

 

Then, his eyes flicker back to the warm brown color Seungmin knows. “Seungmin,” Minho rasps, his voice cracking. He’s shaking violently, eyes shifting back and forth from yellow and brown hues. “You need-” He cuts himself off, taking a shaky inhale and closing his eyes. “You need to leave .”

 

Seungmin doesn’t move. His feet are planted to the floor, unable to move away. “What...What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

 

Minho’s eyes flash, and he snarls, baring his fangs again, “Leave!”

 

Seungmin doesn’t flinch this time. Instead, he moves forward on his own accord, kneeling in front of Minho’s trembling body. As he gets closer he can hear Minho’s breathing accelerate, heavy and ragged. 

 

“Minho,” Seungmin murmurs softly, reaching forward and placing a hand on Minho’s knee. Minho doesn’t shy away from his touch, so Seungmin cautiously moves closer. Minho’s eyes turn downcast. “Hey, look at me.”

 

When he gets no response, his hand finds Minho’s chin, gently lifting it up. Minho starts, blinking at him, eyes big and sad.

 

“Please,” he breathes, eyes turning fearful. “Please go.”

 

“I’m not leaving you.”

 

“You don’t get it.” Minho shakes his head and pulls away from Seungmin’s touch. “I…I haven’t been able to feed since last time,” he admits quietly.

 

Seungmin inhales sharply, keeping his hand firm on Minho’s knee even as the elder pulls away. It’s been two months since then.

 

“You haven’t fed? Why?”

 

“I can’t. There’s a blood shortage. They told me to-” Minho shuts his eyes. “They told me to find someone.”

 

Seungmin leans forward, brushing Minho’s bangs out of his eyes, eyebrows drawing together. “Oh, Minho…”

 

Minho’s eyes suddenly open again, glowing yellow. He lunges forward, hands burying themselves in Seungmin’s shirt. Seungmin gasps, hands coming up to Minho’s wrists.

 

“ Go ,” Minho urges him desperately. “Go before I hurt you.”

 

Seungmin’s hands tighten around his wrists. “You won’t hurt me.”

 

Minho’s eyes darken. “You don’t know what I’ll do.” 

 

“I know you won’t hurt me,” Seungmin insists. 

 

“You don’t get it,” Minho whispers. “I’m starving.”

 

Seungmin can see it-can feel the hunger coming off Minho in waves. If Minho doesn’t feed, he’ll hurt someone. Seungmin knows how much it’ll break him if that happens. He eyes Minho’s fangs, just barely visible behind his lips. Seungmin can’t bear to see him like this. He needs to feed.

 

Before he can think too hard about the possible consequences of what he’s about to do, he tips his head to the side, baring his neck. Minho’s eyes widen, flicking back and forth from Seungmin’s eyes to his neck.

 

“I’m not biting you, Seungmin,” Minho protests, even as his eyes remain fixated too long on his neck. 

 

“Minho.” Seungmin straightens himself and places his hands over Minho’s, still buried in his shirt. “If you don’t feed now, you’ll hurt someone. Maybe even me.” Seungmin doesn’t want to believe it, and he hates saying it out loud. He hates how Minho flinches. “If you do it now, I know you won’t hurt me. I’m offering, Minho. Please. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

 

Minho looks absolutely torn, shaking harder than ever. Seungmin can tell how much effort it's taking him to fight the hunger tearing him up inside. He sees the battle, and he sees who wins. Minho slumps over and nods, his eyes zeroing in on Seungmin’s neck again.

 

“Okay,” he whispers. “Okay.” 

 

Minho scoots forward, leaning in. Seungmin instinctively tips his head to the side, giving Minho the access he needs. The hands in his shirt tighten more and more as Minho leans further into him, their faces only centimeters apart now. Seungmin’s body flushes at their closeness, trying to ignore the hunger in Minho’s eyes.

 

“You...Are you sure about this?” Minho asks shakily, his eyes finally lifting themselves from Seungmin’s neck. 

 

Seungmin nods, even as his gut twists. “It’s okay.”

 

Minho won’t hurt him. 

 

Minho nods slowly and moves forward again, his breath tickling Seungmin’s skin. He involuntarily shudders, swallowing thickly as Minho gets closer and closer.

 

“I’m sorry,” Minho breathes. 

 

That’s the only warning Seungmin gets before there’s a pair of fangs sinking into his skin. He gasps, more in shock than in pain. For a split second he feels a pinching sensation, then his skin starts to prickle, like pins and needles, before going numb. His head spins, a euphoric feeling sending shockwaves up his spine. His body goes limp on its own, head tipping back further and eyes slipping shut as his mind becomes foggy. His whole body sets aflame, burning hotter and brighter than anything he’s ever known. He bathes in this feeling, lets it overtake him, drowns in it. He doesn’t understand this feeling, but he knows he wants more. 

 

He doesn’t even realize he’s flush against Minho’s body until he just barely registers Minho’s arms shifting around him. Minho’s mouth is hot against his skin, tongue eagerly lapping up the blood pouring from the bite. Seungmin shudders, arching into Minho, giving him his everything. 

 

He clings to any part of Minho he can find, pulling him closer, desperately trying to chase the fire that starts and ends with Minho. Somewhere along the way, Seungmin’s back is pressed into the floor, Minho hovering over him, fangs latched onto Seungmin’s neck like he’s his last meal on earth. 

 

His mind is numb, so overwhelmed from the array of feelings coursing through him he doesn’t have it in him to form a single thought through the haze. He doesn’t try to stop and try, too lost in the mix of emotions. He can barely remember his own name, his whole being fixated on nothing but Minho. He subconsciously arches up into Minho again, soft gasps that sound so far away to his own ears falling from his lips. 

 

He doesn’t know how long he lies there, completely pliant for Minho to take, but it feels like a lifetime has passed when Minho pulls away. Minho pants into his neck, as out of breath as Seungmin. Seungmin feels something warm and sticky begin to drip down the side of his neck, before it’s lapped up by Minho’s tongue. 

 

He makes a strangled noise at that, and Minho pulls away entirely, blinking down at Seungmin. He looks almost human again, color blooming across his cheeks, eyes bright and alert (and not yellow), and he’s no longer shaking. The only hint of something inhuman is the deep red staining his lips, a sharp, metallic smell emitting from his breath. 

 

“Are you alright?” Minho asks, voice hushed.

 

Seungmin weakly smiles, blinking a few times in hopes of slowing the way the room spins. “Peachy.”

 

“I didn’t hurt you, right?”

 

“No,” Seungmin mumbles and settles for closing his eyes instead, eyelids feeling heavy. “You’d never hurt me.”

 

Minho shifts above him, and Seungmin starts a little when gentle fingertips drag along the skin of his neck. “It’s...wow. Are you... sure that doesn’t hurt?”

 

“It just feels like static, mostly. But I can still feel your fingers.”

 

And your tongue. Seungmin shudders as he revisits the warmth dragging across his neck, exciting the electricity buzzing beneath it. 

 

“Well...at least it doesn’t hurt.” The fingers disappear from his skin, and Seungmin just barely holds back a whine from the loss of contact. “It’s already stopped bleeding, which is good.”

 

Seungmin cracks an eye open. “What? How’s that even possible?”

 

“Vampire saliva has healing factors,” Minho explains, like it's common knowledge. “Stops their donors from bleeding out.”

 

“I totally knew that.”

 

Minho laughs, but it sounds a little nervous. “I’m going to get you something, I’ll be right back.”

 

Seungmin doesn’t respond, his eyes falling shut again as he listens to Minho pad out of the room. His body is still buzzing from the euphoria, but he’s exhausted now. Probably from losing a good amount of blood. 

 

He doesn’t even hear Minho get back, half-dozed off when arms wrap under his body and lift him up. He squeaks and instinctively clings to Minho, his neck falling dangerously back without support. Minho shifts him back so his head falls against his chest.

 

“My bad,” he murmurs. “Can you move your neck at all?”

 

Seungmin tries, but is met with prickling skin, that pins and needles feeling never ceasing. He can move it, just not much. He didn’t know it was possible for his neck to fall asleep.

 

“Can’t really feel it.”

 

“Sorry,” Minho apologizes again. Seungmin feels himself being lowered down onto a mattress, soft sheets welcoming him. “It’s your first time being fed from. Your body isn’t really used to the venom...and I took a lot out of you.”

 

“S’okay. You were hungry.”

 

Minho pauses. “...I wish it hadn’t gotten to that point. You shouldn’t have seen me like that.”

 

Seungmin shakes his head, albeit weakly. “You have nothing to apologize for. It isn’t your fault.”

 

“...I got you something to eat and drink, but I don’t know how you’ll eat like this.”

 

“I think I’ll just sleep for now,” Seungmin hums, turning his body to the side and reaching out, seeking Minho’s warmth again. He feels strangely cold now.

 

Minho’s hands find his own. “Can I stay with you?”

 

“Please.”

 

The bed dips next to him, and Seungmin fights to open his eyes and watch Minho settle beside him. Minho freezes when he notices Seungmin’s gaze on him.

 

“Go to sleep,” he murmurs, gently sweeping Seungmin’s bangs aside.

 

“It’s cold,” Seungmin complains, shifting forward and reaching for Minho again. “Come here.”

 

Minho doesn’t protest when Seungmin uses the last bit of his strength to pull him in and hold him close, successfully stealing the older’s warmth. He tucks Minho against his chest and buries his face into his hair, scratching at it gently. Minho responds by tangling their legs together and wrapping his arms around Seungmin’s waist. 

 

It’s both intimate and natural, the way their bodies fall together. It feels a little too intimate, given Minho had just been above him minutes ago, fangs sunk into Seungmin’s throat. 

 

He doesn’t dwell on it, exhaustion seeping into his bones and dragging his eyelids back down. He tightens his arms around Minho, keeping him close and humming into the older’s hair, letting Minho’s presence lull him into sleep.

 

-

 

Seungmin is a little confused when he wakes up. His brain is foggy with sleep, and he slowly starts to register Minho curled into his chest, arms like a vice around him. Why is Minho in his bed?

 

Oh. Right.

 

Last night’s previous events come trickling back bit by bit. Seungmin raises a hand to his neck at the memory, heat rising to his cheeks as he remembers how he acted when he was being bitten. He can blame it on the venom, but another weird part of him just likes the idea of Minho biting him. Maybe that’s why he was so quick to offer.

 

It felt stupidly good too, having Minho’s mouth against his skin. He tries to picture what it looked like, to have Minho bite him, teeth piercing him and tongue lapping up his blood like it was syrup. Seungmin suppresses a shudder.

 

What does he taste like? he wonders. 

 

Minho shifts in his arms, and Seungmin stills, quickly halting whatever thoughts had arisen in his mind. “Minho?” Minho grumbles and tucks his face further into Seungmin’s chest. Seungmin’s heart skips a beat and he pokes Minho’s cheek. “ Minho. ”

 

“Wha-?” Minho whines and looks up, eyelashes fluttering as he blinks the sleep out of them. Seungmin inhales sharply, not ready for the sight of sleepy Minho with bed-head blinking up at him from his chest. 

 

“Morning,” Seungmin responds.

 

Minho scowls at him, then his expression shifts, eyes falling to Seungmin’s neck. “...Oh.”

 

“Is it bad?”

 

Minho makes a face. “...No?”

 

Seungmin sits up and pulls his phone from his pocket, opening his front camera and gasping when it flips to him. There’s a large bruise blooming across the base of his throat, two little marks where Minho’s fangs had been indenting into his skin. 

 

Oh. 

 

Minho cringes. “Ah...sorry about that.”

 

“It’s...It’s fine,” Seungmin says slowly, unable to tear his eyes from the dark mark. 

 

It is fine. (Maybe, just maybe, a small part of him likes it.) Once he finally manages to look away he sighs, his body still feeling sluggish. His stomach growls angrily and Minho glances down, expression a mixture of amusement and worry.

 

“Do you want something?” Minho asks.

 

Seungmin shakes his head. “I can get up and get something.” He tries to sit up further, but a pair of hands push him back down. “Hey!”

 

“Let me get you something, you fool,” Minho says without any bite behind his words. “You lost a good amount of blood, while I’m feeling better than I have in ages.”

 

Seungmin surrenders, falling back against the pillows with a defeated sigh. He knows Minho will fight him on this, and he’s still feeling a little light-headed from last night’s events, no energy to fight. It’s probably better this way.

 

“Fine.”

 

Minho grins and in a flash he disappears with a whoosh of air, startling Seungmin. He hates when Minho does that.

 

He closes his eyes and curls back under the blankets, silently missing Minho’s warmth. After what feels like a solid two minutes of closing his eyes, his door creaks open and a mouth-watering smell has Seungmin’s eyes flying open.

 

“Eggs,” Minho tells him, putting a plate in his lap. “Your favorite.”

 

Seungmin blinks up at him in shock. “You remembered?”

 

“Duh.” Minho rolls his eyes. “You only whine at me to make them for you every time I make breakfast.” 

 

Seungmin’s lips tug upward, and he starts to eat, before pausing mid bite. “Question.” Minho raises his eyebrows to show he’s listening. “What about those times I’ve seen you eat regular people food?”

 

Sure, he’s noticed Minho skipping breakfast and placing leftover dinners in the fridge claiming he’d eat them later, but he’s definitely seen Minho eat before.

 

“Regular people,” Minho scoffs. “Am I not a regular person?”

 

“Don’t ask me stupid questions so early in the morning.”

 

Minho glares at him. “For your information, I can eat regular people food, it just doesn’t give me any nutrients.”

 

“So what I’m hearing is,” Seungmin says through a mouthful of egg. “We’re wasting money on groceries?”

 

“I can and will take your eggs away,” Minho deadpans. Seungmin clutches his plate possessively. “Let me indulge myself, Seungmin. I miss normal people food too, sometimes. If you see me scarfing down a donut or something, mind your business.”

 

Seungmin snorts and finishes off his eggs, handing the plate back to Minho who disappears again then comes back empty handed in a half-second.

 

“Can you get me an orange juice while you’re at it, Flash?”

 

Minho scowls. “Of course you’re turning my awesome vampire powers into making me your servant.”

 

“You offered to get me breakfast!” Seungmin reminds him.

 

Minho groans and starts retreating. “Fine. But I can’t use my super speed or I’ll spill it. So you’ll have to wait, your Majesty.”

 

Seungmin smiles as Minho disappears. When he returns, Seungmin gulps down the juice in record time, not realizing how thirsty he’d been. He’ll need some water real soon.

 

He finally manages to drag himself out of bed after that, though Minho is never far behind as he makes his way through the apartment. Seungmin does unfortunately have class in a few hours, but as soon as he reminds Minho of that, the older starts to protest.

 

“You can’t go!” Minho insists. “You’re recovering! Tell them you’re sick.”

 

Seungmin rolls his eyes. “I’m not sick, and I feel fine now, really.”

 

Minho’s eyes linger on his neck for a moment, and Seungmin can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining the dark look behind his irises as he reaches up to brush his fingers along the bite. Seungmin inhales sharply. It doesn’t hurt or anything, but the skin is sensitive.

 

“People are going to see,” Minho murmurs. Something in Seungmin’s gut twists. Minho’s eyes flicker back up to him. “How are you going to explain?”

 

“I really don’t mind telling our friends you bit me if they ask,” Seungmin shrugs. “And I couldn’t care less what strangers think.”

 

Minho hums and pulls his hand away. “The others might think it's weird.”

 

Seungmin grins, starting to retreat so he can get ready for class.

 

“They already think we’re weird.”

 

(2)

 

Seungmin hates to admit it, but he’s disappointed when the bite fades, becoming nothing but a distant memory. He thinks about it too many times to count over the next couple weeks, Minho’s fangs buried in his throat, tongue licking across his skin. He craves the closeness of their bodies again, Minho caging him in, drinking from him like he can’t get enough. 

 

When it’s nearing a month since Minho bit him, Seungmin starts getting curious, and as they’re cuddled on the couch watching a movie, he decides to bring it up.

 

“Have you um…” Seungmin begins. Minho glances over at him quizzingly, blinking slowly as if telling him to continue. “...Have you fed this month?”

 

Minho’s eyes widen a little, and he turns back to the TV, swallowing. “Uh. No. Why do you ask?”

 

Because I want you to bite me again.

 

Out loud, Seungmin says, “Well…I don’t want you to starve like last time. I’m worried.” And it’s not a lie. He really doesn’t want Minho hurting because he can’t feed. “You can...feed from me again. If you need to.” 

 

Minho’s eyes find his again, and Seungmin swears he sees them flash yellow. “I-I don’t know, Seungmin. I can wait a little longer-”

 

Seungmin shakes his head, frowning at the prospect of coming home to find Minho terrified and starving like last time. “I don’t want you to get like that again.”

 

Minho’s eyes soften. “I don’t want you to see me like that again either…”

 

“Then?”

 

Minho’s eyes fall to his throat, and Seungmin’s heart thumps in anticipation, his skin buzzing in promise. “...I really should just wait.”

 

“You’d rather starve than drink from me again?” 

 

Minho sighs, “It’s not that. I just...Look,” Minho turns to him seriously. “Biting someone is... intimate. I did it before because I was starving and I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but it’s really not supposed to go like it did before. There needs to be a lot of trust between a vampire and the person they’re feeding from.”

 

Seungmin tips his head. He understands where Minho is coming from, not wanting it to be like before, but…

 

“Minho, I trust you with my life,” Seungmin says seriously, leaning forward to fix Minho with a look. “Don’t think for a second that I don’t trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let you do it before.”

 

Minho blinks at him. “Oh. Well...Thanks, I...Thanks.”

 

Silence lapses between them, staring at each other with uncertainty in their eyes. Seungmin knows Minho has to be getting hungry again, and there’s the matter of the unreliable blood bank always having shortages. Seungmin hates the idea of Minho always having to wait so long just to feed. It really just isn’t about him secretly craving Minho’s mouth on his neck again, he genuinely hates the idea of Minho suffering. If he can do anything to end that, he will.

 

“I trust you, Minho, and I don’t want anything to happen to you, or for you to have to wait so long every time you get hungry. So that’s my way of saying if you need to…you can come to me.”

 

Another pregnant pause. 

 

Minho slowly leans forward, and when he opens his mouth to speak, Seungmin catches a hint of fangs peeking just past his lips. “You trust me?”

 

Seungmin prays Minho can’t hear the way his heart starts beating faster and harder than before. “Always.”

 

Minho leans in further, his pupils starting to dilate as his eyes fall to Seungmin’s neck. Seungmin falls back against the couch, his head instinctively tipping to the side. Minho’s mouth brushes hesitantly across his neck. Seungmin can feel his skin heating, blood rushing up as if to greet Minho’s lips. 

 

“Can I-?”

 

“Yes,” Seungmin says immediately, his voice coming out more breathless than intended.

 

His eyes flutter shut as soon as Minho’s mouth is on his skin, barely flinching when he sinks his teeth in. He expects the mind-numbing feeling and welcomes it, drowns in it, losing himself in Minho all over again.

 

(3)

 

Minho doesn’t bite him all that often. Every few weeks or so he’ll timidly come up to Seungmin and ask if he can feed. Seungmin accepts every time. 

 

Minho doesn’t take much now that he’s able to feed regularly. Even though he doesn’t take much and Seungmin doesn’t even feel the intense numbness or dizziness afterward he takes care of Seungmin every time. 

 

Minho wraps him in a blanket, cooks him a meal, and curls up next to him, staying with him while he sleeps off his drowsiness. Seungmin never wakes up alone. 

 

Changbin’s birthday rolls around after a while, and both of them get invited to his birthday party. Seungmin and Minho show up early, tag teaming witty comments that have Changbin whining.

 

“Don’t bully me on my birthday, guys,” he complains. 

 

“Your birthday was Wednesday,” Seungmin reminds him with an eye roll. 

 

Changbin smacks his shoulder lightly. “But we’re celebrating today! So play nice!”

 

“I don’t know what you expected,” Felix chides from the side. “You were the one who put these two together.”

 

Changbin groans, “Worst idea I’ve ever had.”

 

Seungmin diverges from Minho’s side throughout the party, conversing with friends he hasn’t had time to see and making up for lost time. He loses track of Minho throughout the night, but doesn’t pay much mind. He sees Minho every day, he can go a few hours without him.

 

A friend of a friend sticks to him most of the night, offering too-friendly touches on his shoulders and knees. He’s attractive, makes more than a few funny comments, and nice enough. So Seungmin indulges him for the time being.

 

He doesn’t know how the topic comes up, but the guy casually admits he’s been looking for a donor with the blood shortages recently. Seungmin does a double take, eyes flickering down to the toothy smile the guy offers him, two fangs gleaming just past his lips.

 

He leans closer to Seungmin, hand brushing on his knee. “So, you into vampires?” 

 

Before Seungmin can even process the meaning behind the question, there’s a hand on his shoulder and a presence just behind his back. 

 

“No. He’s not,” Minho’s voice startles him.

 

Seungmin looks back, shocked to find Minho’s face set in a deep frown. Where did he even come from?

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Doesn’t matter.” The hand on Seungmin’s shoulder tightens. “He’s not interested. Come on, Seungmin.”

 

“Hey, wait a minute,” the guy interjects when Minho starts tugging him away. “I asked him, not you.”

 

Minho’s eyes narrow. “He’s not interested.”

 

“I think he can speak for himself,” the guy’s gaze flickers back and forth between Seungmin and Minho. 

 

“Fine.” Minho turns to Seungmin. “Seungmin?”

 

“Well I-” Seungmin stutters. 

 

Of course he’s going to say no, he was going to even before Minho arrived. He’s not about to let a stranger bite him, but the look in Minho’s eyes has him reeling. How did he show up here so fast? Does he really think Seungmin is just going to let this guy feed from him?

 

“...No,” he manages to say finally. “I’m not interested.”

 

“See?” Minho snaps, starting to pull Seungmin away again. “Let’s go.”

 

The guy steps in front of both of them, brows furrowing in worry at Seungmin. “Is this guy bothering you, Seungmin?” 

 

Minho snarls, teeth baring and eyes flashing bright yellow. The guy immediately steps back, raising his hands defensively. “Woah, okay. Let’s chill out.”

 

Seungmin stares at Minho in shock. He’s never seen Minho get like this. He doesn’t even look like Minho anymore, the usual soft curves of his face hardening into something else. Something less human.

 

“I didn’t know he was your donor,” the guy says carefully. “That’s my bad. You should mark your territory before getting defensive about it.”

 

Seungmin finds himself being dragged away by Minho again. He lets himself be pulled along, too confused to fully process Minho’s behaviors.

 

“Where are we going?” Seungmin asks. His question is answered when Minho tugs him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. “Minho? What are we doing here?”

 

Minho turns to him, backing him into the wall, his eyes still glowing yellow. “Can I bite you?”

 

Seungmin blinks. “W-What? Now?” 

 

“I don’t want to feed. I just…” Minho’s hand comes up to his throat, trailing his fingers along the skin. “Just want to bite you.”

 

“Why?” he presses.

 

Minho doesn’t respond for a long moment. “...I don’t like the idea of someone else feeding from you,” he says slowly, quietly.

 

Mark your territory before you get defensive about it.

 

Seungmin shivers. He knew vampires were territorial, but this…

 

“Do you not want me to?” Minho asks, his eyes turning back to their normal brown, face softening back to the sweet, considerate Minho that Seungmin knows. 

 

“It’s not that, I just…” Seungmin trails off. “...Is this about what that guy said? You want to mark me?”

 

Color starts to bloom across Minho’s cheeks, and he winces, scratching the back of his own neck. “The way he said it was very crass. I don’t think you’re my territory or anything I swear-”

 

“No, I get it.” Seungmin swallows. “I don’t want anyone else feeding from me either. If that’s how vampires get the message across…I get it.”

 

Minho blinks at him. “So…?”

 

Seungmin’s head is already spinning, even without Minho’s fangs in his neck. The idea of Minho biting him purely to mark him has something hot pooling in his stomach. He’s not hungry, there’s no rhyme or reason behind biting Seungmin, except just wanting everyone to know Seungmin is his for the taking.

 

Seungmin nods, unable to form words. 

 

Minho tips his head. “I want to hear you say you’re okay with this.”

 

“I’m okay with this,” Seungmin breathes. 

 

He’s so okay with this. He’s too okay with this. He’s way more than just okay with this.

 

Minho’s eyes flash their inhuman yellow again, his hands placing themselves on either side of Seungmin against the wall. Seungmin’s back presses into the wall, unable to tear his eyes away from Minho’s. He looks otherworldly, irises eclipsed, gaze dark and predatory.

 

Seungmin can’t help but feel an awful lot like his prey.

 

He goes pliant all over again when Minho sinks his teeth into his neck, his head hitting the wall and drooping to the side. His skin sings at the distant pain that's immediately drowned in pleasure, his eyes slipping shut and letting the feeling wash over him. He blinks his eyes open again in confusion when Minho pulls away, allowing the warm, sticky liquid to drip down his neck. 

 

He opens his mouth to question, but it dies on his lips when Minho bites him again, just centimeters away from where he last bit. Seungmin jerks a little at the sensitivity, hands gripping the fabric of Minho’s shirt. It almost hurts, but the euphoria comes back tenfold, as if in apology. 

 

Seungmin’s eyes zero in on the mirror in front of him, widening when he finally sees the image of Minho latched onto his neck, blood streaming from the open wounds. Holy shit. 

 

He can’t look away, doesn’t even try to look away as Minho licks up the blood, and he once again faintly wonders what he tastes like. He has to taste good to Minho at least, with the way the older is lapping it up like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, eyes lidded and focused. 

 

Minho fangs pierce him again just below his ear. Again on the base of his throat. An arm snakes itself around Seungmin’s waist, Minho’s free hand tugging Seungmin’s shirt to the side with little restrain the sharp indents of his collarbones, and sinks his teeth there too. 

 

Seungmin outright moans, watching the bruises and bite marks blossom angrily across his skin as Minho bites him anywhere and everywhere he can reach. Blood stains his skin, and he faintly registers the strong metallic scent burning his nostrils. Minho pants heavily into his neck, breathing in whatever scent he catches from Seungmin. His lips are crazed as they drag and pause to kiss along the bruised skin in a gentle apology. 

 

Seungmin doesn’t want an apology. He doesn’t want gentleness. He wants Minho to consume him. 

 

He tugs on Minho’s shirt, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. Minho is all around him, his warmth, his scent, his lips, everything. Seungmin wanted to believe his tolerance of vampire venom had gotten better, but he’s absolutely lost himself in Minho all over again, mind devoid of anything else. Seungmin tangles a hand into Minho’s hair, pressing him in, wordlessly begging him to keep going.

 

Over and over he lets Minho mark him, lets him paint his skin in a work of art of black, purple, and blue, until none of Seungmin’s natural honey hue is left. 

 

Seungmin gasps when Minho finally pulls away, eyes scouring the planes of his neck, observing his work with that same predatory intensity. Seungmin shakes in the arm still tightly wrapped around his waist, the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Minho’s eyes drink in every centimeter of skin he can find, and Seungmin almost offers more, offering the skin hidden just beneath the fabric of his shirt. He almost offers Minho everything.

 

But then Minho’s eyes shift back to their normal brown hue, and a gentle hand comes up to cup Seungmin’s face, the softness a completely one-eighty from the frenzied drag of his teeth just moments before.

 

“Are you okay?” Minho asks in a hushed tone, eyebrows coming together.

 

Seungmin feels like he’s on cloud nine, but he’s not about to admit that out loud, so he settles for a nod. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

 

“Good.” 

 

Minho’s eyes trace his features, searching. Seungmin starts when he realizes how close their faces are, Minho’s thumb gently caressing his cheek in soothing motions. For a single, stupid moment, he thinks Minho is going to kiss him.

 

To his dismay, Minho only pulls away further, his hand dropping from Seungmin’s face.

 

“We should probably get back out there,” Minho says, offering him a sheepish smile. “We’ve been hogging the bathroom for a while.”

 

Seungmin starts to nod, then his hands come up to his neck. “Oh my god. I look like I just got fucking mauled. They’re all gonna see.”

 

Minho tips his head to the side, eyes unreadable. “Why do you think I wanted to mark you, Seungmin?”

 

Seungmin’s lips part, but no words come out. His brain only short circuits further when Minho leans in, his lips brushing along the sensitive skin of his skin, just barely dancing over the bruises etched into it. 

 

“I want them all to see that you’re mine.”

 

Seungmin stops breathing, his skin prickling at the words whispered against it. Minho pulls away, the smile on his face far too sweet in comparison to the possession inked in his words. 

 

“Come on,” Minho urges, taking him by the wrist. “They’re going to be getting out the cake soon.”

 

Seungmin can only let himself be dragged out into the thick of the party, absolutely sure every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Despite his lack of presence for most of the night, Minho sticks to his side like glue now. 

 

He’s there when Changbin blows out his candles. He’s there when Hyunjin passes flat out on the couch. He makes his presence especially known when they pass by the other vampire, Minho’s hand tightening around Seungmin’s wrist. 

 

Minho doesn’t leave his side for the entire night, even when they finally head home, opting to curl under the blankets of Seungmin’s bed rather than his own, face pressed into his neck. 

 

Even when his body succumbs to sleep, Minho is in his dreams, fangs ghosting over his body, consuming him in his entirety.

 

(4)

 

When Seungmin wakes up in the morning and pads into the bathroom to take a piss, he screams.

 

Minho is beside him in half a second, eyes wide and alert. “What happened? What’s wrong? Are you-” he pauses, following Seungmin’s line of sight into the mirror. “...Oh.”

 

Seungmin’s hands come up to his neck, fingertips brushing over the bruised skin. Without any sort of venom fogging his mind, he’s starting to realize how ruined his neck is. Seungmin has received plenty of hickeys and whatnot in his lifetime, but nothing can even begin to equate to this. It seriously looks like he’s been mauled by a fucking animal. 

 

“I like it,” Minho declares, voice warm.

 

Seungmin groans and rolls his eyes. “Of course you like it. You’re not the one who has to show up to class looking like this.”

 

Minho hums and steps up from where he’s standing behind Seungmin, arms coming to wrap around his middle. He tucks his chin on Seungmin’s shoulder and presses his nose into his neck, inhaling deeply. Seungmin’s heartbeat roars in his ears, drowning out any thought in his mind. His eyes meet Minho’s in the mirror, and jolts when he finds them half lidded, something dark sparking behind his irises. 

 

“I think you like it too,” Minho murmurs, little more than a hum against his skin. 

 

Seungmin’s lips part, but no sound comes out. This seems to happen a lot more and more nowadays. Minho rendering him speechless. 

 

And just like every other time, Minho pulls away, eyes lifting at the corners, smiling at him like he has no idea the hold he has on Seungmin. And maybe he doesn’t, but a part of Seungmin can’t help but feel that he does. 

 

The worst part is, the hold he has on Seungmin doesn’t end at his fangs buried in Seungmin’s throat. 

 

The realization is a slow and horrifying one. With every cooked meal placed in his hands, every curl of gentle arms around his waist, every bright smile sent his way, Seungmin just finds it harder and harder to deny it. The heat that spreads within him when Minho feeds from him is hot and intense, burning like an undying flame that only burns hotter and brighter as time passes on. The gentle warmth coddled in the pit of his stomach everytime Minho does anything for him is different. It’s a soft glow, a comforting blanket wrapping around him, curling his toes and lulling his heart to content. 

 

It’s difficult to accept his newfound feelings for Minho. Minho has gotten to know him better than anyone else in his life. Seungmin’s never felt so close and connected to someone, knowing he can trust Minho even in his most vulnerable moments. He doesn’t want to destroy the trust they’ve built up with each other, so he pushes his feelings back down, hiding it all behind faux smiles and empty reassurances. 

 

Minho only gets more intoxicating to be around. Days after Changbin’s party, when the marks on Seungmin’s neck have finally faded, Minho corners him in the kitchen.

 

Seungmin is scrubbing the dishes when he feels a warm presence press against his back, a pair of arms coming up to the counter on each side of his waist and trapping him in. He nearly drops the cup he’s holding when Minho’s breath tickles his neck, lips just barely brushing up against it.

 

“Hi,” Minho murmurs.

 

Seungmin’s mouth goes dry. “Hi.”

 

“The marks have faded,” he notes quietly.

 

Seungmin slowly nods. “Yeah. Thank God. I kept getting a lot of weird looks, and it was hell to explain to the others. Changbin and Hyunjin kept cracking jokes.”

 

Minho is silent for a moment, and Seungmin distractedly continues washing the dishes, trying and failing to control the way his heart rate skyrockets at their proximity. 

 

“...It just looks so bare.”

 

“M-My neck?” Seungmin asks, clutching the sponge.

 

Minho hums. “Looks empty.”

 

“It looks normal now,” Seungmin laughs nervously.

 

Minho’s arms gather at his waist, pulling their bodies flush together. This time when he speaks, his voice is low in Seungmin’s ear. 

 

“You know...you’re already beautiful, but there was something about seeing you all marked up that made you irresistible.” Seungmin exhales shakily. “Let me mark you again.”

 

“Please,” Seungmin breathes without thinking.

 

Minho pauses. “What was that?”

 

Seungmin’s face flushes. “I-I mean okay. You can do that.” Minho hums and gently scrapes his fangs against Seungmin’s skin, eliciting a whimper from the taller. “Just don’t-don’t go crazy like last time.”

 

He feels Minho pout into his neck. “No fun.”

 

Minho’s teeth pierce his neck for what feels like the millionth time. Seungmin should be familiar with it by now, but each time feels like the first time. He forgets just how amazing it feels until Minho is biting him, that euphoric feeling dancing across his skin. 

 

Seungmin tips his head back, falling against Minho’s shoulder with a sigh. “I remember a time when you used to be terrified of biting me.”

 

Minho’s tongue drags across his neck, licking up stray droplets of blood. “That was before I got to taste you.”

 

Seungmin clutches the counter. “Do I taste good?”

 

“So fucking good.” Minho bites him again, this time latching on, sucking his skin hungrily. “I’m fucking addicted to you,” he whispers before burying his fangs in again.

 

Seungmin’s throat bobs with barely constrained whimpers, pressing back into Minho. 

 

“I can hear you, you know. When you do that.” Seungmin flushes at the realization, swallowing thickly to contain the noises threatening to break free. “Don’t hold back. There’s no point. I can hear everything.”

 

Seungmin makes a strangled sound. “E-Everything?”

 

“I can hear the way your heart beats faster when I get close,” Minho whispers, nipping his skin gently. As if on cue, Seungmin’s heart stutters, and he feels Minho smile. “ There it is. You like it when I bite you, don’t you?”

 

Seungmin feels like he’s going to collapse if he admits out loud just how crazy Minho drives him. But at the same time he knows he can’t hide it. He can’t hide the pathetic noises or the way his heart thumps in his chest. There’s no point in hiding. Minho knows , he’s known all along.

 

Slowly, he nods.

 

Minho hums, his hands gathering at Seungmin’s sides. He squeezes his hips, one hand tugging at the fabric of his shirt, fingers just barely slipping under. Seungmin inhales sharply.

 

“Is this okay?” Minho asks in a hushed voice, the air between them changing. 

 

Seungmin starts to nod, then remembers that Minho prefers verbal answers when it comes to these questions and adds, “Y-Yes.”

 

Minho’s hand slips under his shirt, cold fingertips splaying across his tummy. Seungmin shivers, whether from the chill of his fingertips or the fact that he’s finally being touched he can’t tell. He melts all too quickly in Minho’s hands, the elder’s fingers exploring the expanse of his tummy, before trailing up to his ribs, gently running his nails along the skin as he goes. Seungmin’s breathing quickens as the touch comes higher and higher, brushing across his-

 

Seungmin gasps when Minho’s thumb grazes his nipple, drawing torturously slow circles around it. Heat pools in the pits of his stomach, goosebumps rising on his skin. He shakes, his knees suddenly feeling like jello. He hadn’t expected to be touched, much less like this. 

 

The hand continues drawing patterns on his chest and fleetingly dragging across his nipple just to draw out little gasps every once in a while. He squirms in Minho’s arms, keeping a tight hold on the counter to stabilize himself. He’s already falling apart at the most simple of touches, practically melting. 

 

The hand not on his chest starts sliding across his tummy, thumb sliding under the waistband of his sweatpants. Seungmin’s soul just about leaves his body at the implication behind the touch. 

 

“Can I-Can I touch you?” Minho asks, suddenly sounding nervous.

 

Seungmin’s head spins at the question. Minho can do whatever he wants to him for all he cares, and if he isn’t properly touched within the next couple minutes he might just explode.

 

“Please,” he whispers shakily, not trusting his voice.

 

Minho pauses for a moment. “Speak up.” His fingers tease at Seungmin’s waistband. “Just so I can be sure what you want.”

 

Seungmin squeezes his eyes shut. He knows Minho can hear him, and Minho knows he knows. He just wants Seungmin to say it again. 

 

“Please,” Seungmin repeats, a little louder this time.

 

Minho relents, his hand slipping into Seungmin’s pants, finally wrapping around where Seungmin is aching to be touched. He thumbs over the leaking head, spreading the precum as best as he can to smoothen the glide. He’s hardly started yet, but Seungmin’s insides already feel like lava.

 

He’s so sensitive, so desperate. It’s been ages since he’s been touched by someone else, it’s been a long time since he’s even touched himself. After he found out Minho was a vampire he never dared. Even when he woke up semi-hard and leaking in his pants he would ignore it, terrified of being overheard by Minho’s keen sense of hearing. 

 

But now Minho has him in the palm of his hand, in more ways than one. 

 

Minho’s touches are slow and teasing as ever, setting a steady rhythm as he pumps him in his pants. At the same time, the hand on Seungmin’s chest continues to massage his nipple. Barely muffled sounds are coming from Seungmin now, the occasional whimper escaping. His hips stutter forward into Minho’s fist, twitching and leaking even more.

 

Minho suddenly pulls his hand out of his pants and drops the hand from his chest to his waist, hushing Seungmin when he whines in confusion. “Why did you stop?”

 

“I want you to turn around and face me,” Minho tells him in his ear.

 

Seungmin doesn’t move. He cannot face Minho like this. He’s sure he’s a pre-fucked mess, pure desperation radiating off himself in waves. But fuck, if Minho doesn’t keep touching him he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

 

Slowly, he turns in Minho’s arms, keeping his eyes lowered. He can feel Minho’s gaze on him, drinking in the sight of him. A hand takes gentle hold of his chin, tipping it up, forcing their eyes to meet. 

 

“There you are,” Minho purrs. “So pretty. Now put your hands around my neck.”

 

Hesitantly, Seungmin does as told, clasping his fingers together on Minho’s nape. He gasps when a pair of hands grab the backs of his thighs, lifting him up and pulling his legs to wrap around Minho’s waist.

 

Oh. Minho is carrying him now. 

 

Minho presses a kiss to his neck and starts walking, peeking over Seungmin’s shoulder to see where he’s going. Seungmin clutches him in slight awe. He forgets how strong Minho is sometimes, another interesting side to being a vampire. Minho doesn’t waver once as he carries Seungmin into his room, setting him carefully on the bed. (Not that Seungmin would have minded if he’d thrown him on it like a ragdoll.) Minho crawls into his lap, pressing Seungmin by the chest to lie flat on the bed, eyes dark and determined. 

 

That’s when it hits Seungmin that he’s in Minho’s bed. Minho is looking like he’s about to devour him in his bed. And Seungmin is ready to let him.

 

Minho hovers over him, pressing their foreheads together and staring at him with lidded eyes. “Couldn’t touch you very well in that position,” he murmurs, breath tickling Seungmin’s lips. Minho’s hand tugs at his sweatpants again. “Can I take these off?”

 

Seungmin wastes no time in nodding, teeth working his bottom lip. He lifts his hips and lets Minho yank the material down his thighs, pulling both his sweatpants and boxers at the same time. He shivers when the cold air hits him, completely exposed for Minho to see. 

 

It’s a pathetic sight, really. He’s painfully hard, flushed red against his stomach and leaking so much the precum is starting to pool along his hip bone. 

 

“Look at you,” Minho says in awe. Seungmin squirms under his heated gaze then gasps when Minho wraps a hand around him again. “Hopefully I’ll be able to ruin you properly now.”

 

“Oh my god,” Seungmin chokes out.

 

Minho wants him-wants to ruin him. Seungmin has wanted him for so long and Minho actually wants him too.

 

Minho leans up, pressing his lips to Seungmin’s neck. Seungmin’s head tips back, expecting the familiar pinching sensation of his fangs, but receives a gentle kiss instead. Somehow the action makes his insides even warmer. Minho pumps his cock and kisses all along his neck, mouth hot against his skin. The noises Seungmin makes only get louder, feeble attempts at muffling them failing.

 

Seungmin turns and presses his face into the sheets, unwilling to let go, even though he knows Minho can hear him anyway. It doesn’t matter, as the more Minho touches him the harder it gets to hold back. When Minho’s hand starts speeding up, pumping him at a rapid pace, his mouth falls open, finally releasing the moans he’d tried so hard to keep back.

 

“You’re so sensitive,” Minho whispers with a smile. 

 

Seungmin knows. He knows how insanely sensitive he is right now. He’s falling apart like this from something as simple as a handjob. Except it’s not just a simple handjob. It’s Minho. 

 

Everything is always so much more when Minho is added to the mix. 

 

His hips buck up wildly into Minho’s hand, his insides curling and burning hotter than anything he’s ever known. He’s already so close and they’ve barely even started. He’s never cum this fast with anyone. Seungmin fists at the sheets, trying desperately to ground himself and force himself through the fog clouding his mind. 

 

It’s always so easy to lose himself in Minho. 

 

Minho leans away from his neck, and Seungmin almost whines, but stiffens instead when Minho presses kisses along his jaw, stopping to lean up and brush their noses together. God, the look in his eyes is something that will haunt Seungmin forever. And he’s so close. Seungmin feels so wonderfully small pinned down by Minho’s hungry gaze only centimeters away from his own. 

 

“You gonna cum, Seungminnie?” 

 

Seungmin whines and nods frantically. “Close.”

 

Minho hums, his breath hot and heavy against Seungmin’s lips. Seungmin arches up into him, pressing their bodies together, silently begging for more. Minho complies, and suddenly he’s everywhere, his lips slotting themselves together with Seungmin’s.

 

In any other situation, Seungmin would’ve flinched. He would’ve shied away from Minho’s lips, pulling back to stare at him with wide eyes. But now his mind is so lost in a thick haze of raw desire, that he doesn’t think twice before kissing him right back.

 

Minho’s mouth is unforgiving against his own. He kisses hungrily, like he’s trying to devour the noises escaping Seungmin’s lips. Seungmin eagerly meets him in the middle, parting his lips with breathy moans and letting Minho slide his tongue inside. He whimpers and sucks around it, his hand coming to tangle in Minho’s hair and tug at it to ground himself. He melts into the kiss, letting Minho’s tongue explore his mouth, hotly sliding against his own. 

 

Minho’s fangs brush against his bottom lip, pulling an embarrassing noise from him. He feels Minho smirk against him before the older is gently tugging at his lip with his teeth, sucking insistently on it. 

 

He gasps for breath in between kisses, yet kissing Minho feels like he’s finally taking the first breath of fresh air in ages. Kissing Minho feels just like everything else; easy, right. 

 

God, he loves Minho so much. 

 

The realization has the tight heat in his stomach spreading, curling his toes and arching his back until it hurts. Seungmin clings to Minho desperately, arm tight around the elder’s bicep and other buried deep in his hair. He cums ropes across Minho’s hand and moans “Minho” , his body trembling and overwhelmed by the intense orgasm that wracks his body. He writhes under Minho, his thighs twitching and hips fucking up into Minho’s fist as he rides out his high.

 

All the while Minho keeps his lips firmly against his own. He kisses Seungmin slowly but deeply, hand copying his speed, milking every last drop from Seungmin’s cock. Seungmin starts to squirm from oversensitivity, and Minho finally relents, giving him one last thumb over the head. He giggles when Seungmin’s hips buck up, pressing one last kiss before pulling away.

 

He doesn’t go very far, not when Seungmin keeps him tugged close by the hair. He licks his lips, searching Seungmin’s face. Seungmin is positive he looks like a mess, but Minho looks at him like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

 

Seungmin blinks right back, unable to tear his eyes away. Minho is so terrifyingly gorgeous, he refuses to believe Minho could ever see him like that. 

 

As if reading his thoughts, Minho smiles, eyes crinkling softly. “You’re beautiful.”

 

He knows Minho can hear the way his heart stutters in his chest. Out loud, Seungmin only mumbles, “Shut up,” while fighting the blush creeping up his cheeks.

 

Minho laughs, voice light and soft as ever. Then, he raises his cum covered hand to his lips and swipes his tongue across it. Seungmin’s mouth drops open in shock, watching Minho lap up his release like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. He kisses Seungmin on the lips, down his jaw, all down his shaking body until he reaches the cum pooling on Seungmin’s stomach. Minho peers at him through his lashes, not breaking eye contact once as he laps that up too. 

 

When he sits on his knees and pulls Seungmin’s pants back up, Seungmin’s curious eyes betray him, straying down from Minho’s face to his crotch. He sucks in a breath at the obvious bulge straining through his pants. His eyes flick back up to Minho nervously.

 

“You’re…” he loses his voice.

 

Minho is hard. Because of Seungmin.

 

“Of course I am,” Minho chuckles. “What when you’re making all those pretty noises and looking like a pre-fucked mess for me?”

 

Seungmin blinks rapidly and avoids Minho’s gaze, looking back down. He desperately wants to touch Minho, to make him feel good too. 

 

“Do...Do you want me to-?”

 

Minho’s eyes soften and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

 

Seungmin frowns. “But-”

 

A hand comes up to cup his face gently, and Minho presses a sweet kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be okay. You look exhausted. Why don’t you get some rest, baby?”

 

Seungmin flushes at the word and the concern laced in Minho’s voice. Of course Minho would risk blue balls to make sure Seungmin is taken care of. Suddenly he’s warm for other reasons.

 

“I’m fine,” Seungmin insists. “I’m tired but I’m not sleepy.” 

 

Minho just hums and rolls off of him, lying on his side and tugging Seungmin into his arms. Seungmin easily melts into him, relaxing into Minho’s arms like he’s meant to be there. He presses his cheeks into Minho’s chest, searching for the elder's heartbeat. It takes him a moment, Minho’s inhuman heart not working as well as it once did. When he finally finds it, it’s distant and slow, weakly beating every once in a while, but Seungmin finds comfort in its gentle thumps nonetheless. 

 

Minho feels like home, his warmth seeping into Seungmin’s shaky body. Minho laces their fingers together, his hands warm against Seungmin’s. Seungmin always gets cold after getting fed from, while Minho always feels like a furnace in turn. Minho squeezes his hand, thumb rubbing gently over Seungmin’s knuckle.

 

He secretly curses Minho’s keen hearing, he has to hear the way Seungmin’s heart swoons in his chest.

 

“Do you want me to cook something for you?” Minho asks after a minute.

 

Seungmin hesitates. It’s tempting, he is awfully hungry now, but he doesn’t want Minho to leave.

 

“Later,” he responds, curling further into Minho.

 

Minho just hums, hand still tight in Seungmin’s. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what do you want for your birthday?”

 

Seungmin blinks up at him, bemused. “My birthday?”

 

“Yeah. It’s only a few weeks away, right?”

 

“Right, but…you don’t have to get me anything,” Seungmin mumbles.

 

“What? Don’t be stupid, Seung.” Minho gently flicks his forehead, evoking a squeak from the younger. “Of course I’m going to get you something for your birthday.”

 

Seungmin pouts and rubs his forehead. “There really isn’t anything I want.”

 

“Oh, come on. There has to be something you want.”

 

Seungmin almost laughs. There’s only one thing he really wants, but Minho would never give that to him. 

 

Instead, he just shrugs. “I really can’t think of anything.”

 

“Seungmin, you do know you’re a terrible liar, right?” Minho deadpans. “Whatever. I’m going to get you something anyway and you’re going to love it.”

 

Seungmin’s lips quirk up, a warm feeling flooding his chest as he curls into Minho’s chest and closes his eyes. “Can’t wait.”

 

-

 

Seungmin’s neck is never unmarked nowadays. 

 

After that night it becomes an unspoken rule; Seungmin’s neck is never to be bare. Anytime the bite marks fade from sight, Minho pulls Seungmin into his lap on the couch and paints his skin in black and blue all over again. 

 

Seungmin becomes used to having his neck littered with the marks, the sight of them always causing his gut to curl pleasantly. His friends make their fair share of jokes, but Seungmin can’t find it in himself to care. He loves the implication behind the marks, the implication of belonging to Minho. Even if it’s only one of the ways he wants it to mean. 

 

Seungmin wonders what Minho would look like with twin marks on his own neck. His eyes are always drawn to the older’s neck like a moth to a flame. It’s pretty, like every part of Minho is, but it looks unreasonably bare. He suddenly understands Minho’s desire to keep the bruises on his own throat dark. He desperately wants to return the favor now, to sink his own teeth into the smooth expanse of skin.

 

Yet he remains silent about his hidden desires, unwilling to ask Minho if he can mark him too. Minho has a reason to mark him. He’s a vampire, and vampires like to mark their donors to warn other vampires to stay away. Seungmin isn’t a vampire, and Minho isn’t his to claim.

 

Seungmin’s birthday arrives faster than he anticipated, and on the day of, he’s awoken rather violently by a pair of hands shaking him. He blinks up in half bemusement half annoyance at Minho’s stupid grin. 

 

“What?” he asks, voice groggy with sleep. 

 

A handful of confetti is thrown into his face. “Happy birthday!”

 

Seungmin accidentally swallows a piece and coughs, sitting up as his eyes water. Minho starts tugging him out of bed by the wrists, and Seungmin scrambles to follow, mind still half asleep. “Come on. I made you breakfast.”

 

“Breakfast in bed would’ve been better,” Seungmin croaks, but allows himself to be pulled anyway.

 

When he’s finally pushed into a chair he realizes why Minho wasn’t able to offer breakfast in bed. A whole assortment of food is spread out on the table, pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, even a large bowl with a variety of fresh fruit is set in the middle. 

 

Seungmin blinks at the table stupidly for a moment. “You...how long did this take you?”

 

Minho waves a hand dismissively, grabbing Seungmin’s plate and starting to pile it with food. “Not important, but I expect you to eat every last bite of it given the amount of hard work I put into it.”

 

“How long have you been awake?”

 

Minho stacks three pancakes onto his plate. “Nine-ish.”

 

Seungmin frowns. “What? What time is it?”

 

“A little past noon.”

 

At the response, Seungmin’s eyes bulge out of their sockets. “What? I have class today!”

 

“Relax. I told your professor you were sick and Hyunjin is going to give you any notes they took,” Minho says easily. “It’s your birthday. You shouldn’t have to sit through some boring lecture.”

 

Seungmin groans and slumps in his seat. “I can’t believe you.”

 

Minho points a fork at him threateningly. “You should be thanking me. You got to sleep in and I slaved for over an hour making this shit. So shut up and eat your food.”

 

He punctuates his demand by setting Seungmin’s plate in front of him, now piled high with food. Seungmin pouts and almost feigns stubbornness but is interrupted by a growl, his stomach rumbling at him. Minho raises his eyebrows and Seungmin shoots him a look before picking up his fork. 

 

The food is, as expected, delicious. The bacon is crispy how Seungmin likes it, even though Minho will argue with him for days about chewy bacon being better. The pancakes are perfectly round and fluffy and the sausage is lightly peppered to perfection. 

 

Seungmin scarfs down as much as he can, wanting to appreciate the special meal Minho set out for him in its entirety. He’s about to bite into another slice of bacon when a hand cups his cheek, making him pause.

 

Minho’s lips are tugged upward in amusement, his eyes curled upward in their feline way. “I was joking about eating every last bite, you know.” 

 

He gently pinches Seungmin’s stuffed cheek, causing the younger to flush. 

 

“I know,” Seungmin says through a mouthful, then swallows. “But it is really good. Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

 

Minho hasn’t touched anything yet, opting to shift between scrolling through his phone and pretending like he isn’t watching Seungmin eat.

 

“I can’t eat too much human food, my body doesn’t process it as well as it used to,” Minho explains. “But don’t worry,” he adds after a moment, his eyes never straying from Seungmin’s. “I’ll have something later.”

 

Seungmin has to be imagining the look in his eyes, the indescribable emotion laced in the undertones of his voice. He’s suddenly all too aware of the hand on his cheek and the way Minho is slightly leaned forward in his seat, pinning him down with those dark eyes. 

 

Seungmin mentally shakes himself free of the excitement starting to buzz under his skin. He looks like a mess right now, and not the good kind. His hair is unkempt from sleep, he’s pretty sure there’s crusted drool on the side of his lips, and he can taste how horrid his breath is. There’s no way Minho is looking at him with anything other than mild disgust right now.

 

He changes the subject. “...So, what did you end up getting me?”

 

Minho leans back in his seat, dropping his hand. “That’s a surprise.”

 

Seungmin pouts. “It’s my birthday. Shouldn’t I get it when I want it?”

 

“Nope. I’ll give it to you after we go out for dinner.”

 

Seungmin sighs. “I told you I didn’t want any big events for my birthday.”

 

“It won’t be. Just you and me,” Minho promises.

 

Seungmin raises an eyebrow at that. “Just me and you?”

 

“Sure. After I make a few calls.”

 

Seungmin laughs, “I don’t mind if you bring a few people along.”

 

“That was the plan, really, but if you do want it to just be you and me, I can tell the others to fuck off for the day.”

 

It’s a tempting offer, to have Minho all for himself for the day. Seungmin honestly just wants a quiet birthday, tucked away in Minho’s arms simply basking in his warmth. But he feels bad dipping out on everyone, and he can relax with Minho some other day.

 

He shakes his head with a small smile. “No, but thank you.”

 

Minho smiles right back at him, his lips curling in that familiar softness Seungmin has come to love. He picks up Seungmin’s finished plate of food, but not before pressing a sweet kiss to the younger’s forehead, catching him off guard.

 

“Anything for you.”

 

(5+1)

 

Seungmin can’t think straight the entire day. Minho has always had his gentle moments, has always taken care of Seungmin in his own special way, but today, that softness is suffocating. 

 

He’s constantly at Seungmin’s side, offering him fond looks and gentle touches that drive Seungmin mad. He’s extra gentle and touchy today; a hand on Seungmin’s thigh, an arm slung around his waist, his head on Seungmin’s shoulder...there’s hardly a moment where Minho isn’t attached to him one way or another. And the look in his eyes...there’s a fondness Seungmin can’t place. 

 

All throughout the day, even during dinner with their friends, Seungmin’s mind is elsewhere. He’s completely fixated on Minho, overthinking every simple touch and smile thrown his way. 

 

He tries to push away the hope fizzling in his chest, knowing Minho is just being kind for his birthday. He should be used to Minho’s caring behavior by now, but it takes his breath away every time.

 

The warmth in Seungmin’s chest expands so much it hurts. He wants the fondness in Minho’s eyes to be real. He wants the touches to mean more. He wants Minho.

 

Dinner moves by in a flash, Seungmin hardly able to process it with the way his thoughts are consumed by Minho. Before he realizes, Seungmin is being tugged home by his grinning roommate. 

 

“Come on, I’m going to give you your gift now,” he giggles, opening their door and pulling Seungmin inside.

 

He sits Seungmin on the couch and disappears then reappears in a whoosh of air. He offers Seungmin a box wrapped in purple paper, watching with gleaming eyes as Seungmin tentatively takes it. Seungmin rips the paper off the box and opens it, mouth forming a small ‘o’. It’s a polaroid camera, baby blue and film already set inside of it.

 

“You…” Seungmin trails off.

 

“I know you like to take pictures sometimes,” Minho explains, suddenly sounding shy. “And I thought this would be cool since it's all old aesthetic or whatever, I don’t know. I don’t really know anything about photography but-”

 

“I love it,” Seungmin interrupts him before he rambles any further. He sets the camera to the side before leaning over and wrapping his arms around Minho. Minho jolts in his hold, but after a moment returns the hug, tightly squeezing Seungmin in a way that makes his heart stutter. “Thank you.” Then, he pauses and frowns. “Wait-Don’t these cost a lot of money?”

 

Minho pulls away, but keeps Seungmin close, a hand curling around his nape. He tips his head, cat eyes curling up. 

 

“So what?”

 

Seungmin’s eyes widen. “ Minho you didn’t have to buy something expensive for me! I would’ve been completely fine with-”

 

Minho presses a finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up with a small giggle. “I know you would’ve been fine with something small but I wanted to get you something nice.”

 

Warmth floods Seungmin’s cheeks and he shyly averts his gaze. “You really didn’t have to,” he mumbles.

 

Minho laughs, his breath tickling Seungmin’s face. “But I wanted to.”

 

He’s close. So close all Seungmin would have to do is lean forward just a little bit to be able to connect their lips. He misses Minho’s lips on his own, the feeling of them lost to a distant memory. 

 

“What’s on your mind, Seungminnie?” Minho murmurs.

 

Seungmin blinks slowly at him. He doesn’t want to say the wrong thing, but he knows Minho will see through him no matter what he says. 

 

“How come I never get to mark you?” he blurts, wishing he could retract the words as soon as they come out.

 

Minho’s eyebrows furrow, clearly not expecting that response. “You want to mark me?” 

 

Seungmin’s face burns. “Well I just-I don’t know,” he mumbles, averting his eyes. “You’re always marking me and I’ve gotten used to seeing it on my neck so when I see yours it looks…”

 

“...Empty,” Minho finishes for him.

 

Seungmin looks up. “Yeah. It looks empty.”

 

There’s a beat of silence, something in the air shifting. Then, a pair of hands starts tugging Seungmin forward, the younger squeaking in surprise. Minho manhandles Seungmin into his lap, Seungmin’s face burning all the way. He fumbles with his hands, grabbing Minho’s shirt, matching the tight grip of the hands now circling his waist. When he has half a mind to meet Minho’s eyes, his stomach drops. 

 

“Why don’t you, then?” Minho asks, pupils dilated and dark. 

 

Seungmin’s hands tighten in his shirt. “N-Now?”

 

Minho’s lips twitch. “Do you have any other plans?”

 

Hell no. Not with Minho staring up at him like that. 

 

Seungmin leans forward, mind racing, then pulls back. “Can I kiss you?”

 

Minho blinks rapidly, silent for a moment. Seungmin thinks he’s made a mistake by asking and is about to retract his question and apologize before Minho suddenly nods. 

 

“Come here.”

 

Seungmin sucks in a breath and leans in again, connecting their lips. There’s nothing soft or slow about the frenzied way their lips move in tangent. Seungmin feels everything built up in him over the weeks-possibly even months- spill out of him like a dam. He presses his body against Minho’s, gripping his shoulders and draping himself over Minho like a blanket. He’s so busy reacquainting himself with Minho’s lips he almost forgets his real mission. Seungmin presses one last kiss to Minho’s lips then moves down to his neck, pausing for a moment, lips hovering hesitantly above the skin.

 

“It’s okay, Seungminnie,” Minho whispers, hand coming to pet his hair encouragingly. He tips his head to the side, baring his neck for Seungmin. “I’m all yours.”

 

Seungmin shivers and presses a kiss to Minho’s neck. He starts to gently suck and nip on the skin, leaving angry red spots wherever his lips roam. He eyes the skin for a moment before redoubling his efforts, sucking harder and letting his teeth dig in just a little more. Minho’s breathing is heavy in his ear, the hand in Seungmin’s hair tightening the more frenzied his movements become. 

 

Minho laughs, albeit a bit shakingly, “You’re cute. Maybe you should’ve been the vampire.”

 

He starts to feel frustrated, wishing for a moment that he did have fangs like Minho’s, just so he could sink them in and see his skin really bruise. He does the next best thing, sinking his-unfortunately human-teeth into Minho’s neck. Minho gasps, clearly not expecting Seungmin to full on bite him. 

 

The hand on his waist tugs him closer with inhuman strength, guiding his hips forward to grind down in Minho’s lap. Seungmin lets him guide his movements, rolling his hips into Minho’s and moaning into his neck. 

 

Minho’s hand suddenly tugs harshly at Seungmin’s hair, yanking it back and revealing his throat. Seungmin whimpers at the dull pain, his scalp burning pleasantly and eyes fluttering shut.

 

“Your turn,” Minho purrs into his ear before biting down. 

 

Seungmin moans, hips surging forward on their own accord. Minho keeps his hand tight in Seungmin’s hair, leaving his throat completely open for him to mark as he pleases. 

 

Minho’s hips thrust up to meet his, grinding their clothed cocks together. Seungmin can already feel himself hardening in his pants, and Minho seems to be equally affected. He trembles in Minho’s lap, rutting his hips feverishly, desperately trying to chase the heat growing in his stomach.

 

“Do you...” Minho trails off, sounding breathless. “Do you want to move this somewhere else?”

 

“Bed,” Seungmin whispers in return.

 

He expects it this time when Minho lifts him up, but his gut curls pleasantly all the same. He carries Seungmin to his bed again, setting him on the mattress and straddling his hips. With the new leverage he grinds down on Seungmin relentlessly, coaxing embarrassing noises from the younger. 

 

His hands tug at Seungmin’s shirt in question, and Seungmin nods wordlessly, letting Minho pull it off. He doesn’t waste any time tugging at his pants too, waiting for Seungmin’s nod of confirmation before yanking them down. Seungmin shivers, laid fully bare under Minho, who’s still completely clothed. Minho’s eyes rake down his body shamelessly, drinking in every centimeter of exposed skin. 

 

Seungmin doesn’t realize his arms have shyly come up to hide his chest until Minho wraps his hands around his wrists. He takes Seungmin’s wrists and pulls them away from his body, pinning them down on the mattress instead, tutting disapprovingly. Heat pools in Seungmin’s stomach, squirming under Minho’s hold. 

 

“Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful” Minho whispers in awe. 

 

The grip on Seungmin’s wrists loosen, much to his disappointment. He momentarily forgets about it though when Minho leans down and starts trailing kisses down his neck. It’s painfully soft after the way he’d buried his fangs into it just minutes earlier. Instead of stopping as Seungmin’s neck, he keeps going, spreading hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest. Occasionally he stops and sucks onto the skin, littering Seungmin’s chest with marks. 

 

He shudders and moans when Minho runs his tongue across one of Seungmin’s nipples, circling the other with his thumb. He moves down to Seungmin’s ribs, pressing a sweet kiss to it before suddenly biting down. Seungmin cries out and arches up into him, not expecting the sharp pinch and the dazzling warmth that replaces it. He feels much more sensitive there, and Minho seems to catch on immediately, moving a little before sinking his fangs into him again.

 

Once Seungmin’s chest-especially his ribs-are adorned with fresh marks he slides his lips down, inching closer to where Seungmin is aching . He leaves a bite on Seungmin’s hip and then he’s spreading Seungmin’s thighs apart. Seungmin squirms under him, and Minho’s hands press down, limiting his movements. 

 

“Shh. So pretty. Let me make you even prettier.”

 

Seungmin whines, crying out again when Minho sinks his fangs on the inside of his thigh. “Shit.”

 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Minho whispers, lips stained ruby and eyes yellow as he peers up at Seungmin. “Look at this,” he continues, running his fingertips along Seungmin’s thigh. “Completely blank, like a canvas. Just begging to be marked.”

 

“Then do it.” Seungmin’s voice shakes as much as he does. 

 

“Don’t worry, baby,” Minho murmurs. “When I’m done with you, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

 

He bites Seungmin again, the younger’s head falling back against the sheets at the sensation. He squeezes his eyes shut, mind fixated on Minho’s mouth all over him. Minho bites him over and over, holding his hips down to keep him from squirming, whispering praises against his bruised skin the whole way. Seungmin feels ridiculously close already, high off being bitten alone. 

 

He feels tears pool at the corners of his eyes before they gently roll down his cheek. Minho bites him on a sensitive patch of skin on his thigh, causing a sob to bubble in his chest. 

 

Minho sits up, shushing Seungmin gently. He tries to give Seungmin a sweet kiss on the lips, but Seungmin clings to him, lips desperate and feverish against Minho’s. 

 

“Please,” Seungmin whispers against him, tears falling freely now. “Please, Minho.”

 

Minho hums, “What do you want me to do?”

 

“Anything. Anything . Just, please .”

 

Minho tips his head. “Anything?”

 

“Yes.” 

 

Minho looks at him for a moment. “I hope you know what you’re agreeing to.”

 

Seungmin involuntarily shivers. “I trust you.”

 

Minho opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then closes it. He presses a kiss to Seungmin’s lips and then he’s moving away. Seungmin panics for a moment, wondering if he took it too far, but then he hears the nightstand rattle. He catches sight of a small bottle being pulled out and oh. 

 

Minho is kneeling in front of him, spreading his thighs apart again. He uncaps the lube and warms it up between his fingers.

 

He pauses for a moment. “Have you done this before?”

 

Seungmin nods, watching Minho’s hand travel downward. “It’s-It’s been a while, though.”

 

Minho hums, carefully circling Seungmin’s rim. His other hand squeezes Seungmin’s thigh reassuringly. “I’ll make you feel good.” He pushes a finger inside with surprisingly little resistance. “Let me know if it hurts.”

 

Seungmin laughs without thinking. “You have baby hands.”

 

Minho’s eyes narrow, and Seungmin’s laughter dies in his throat. “Maybe you should do it yourself then.”

 

He starts to pull out and Seungmin’s eyes widen and he sits up. “No, no, wait-”

 

Minho takes Seungmin’s hands and laces them together. “Be quiet and stay still for me.” His words are soft, but there’s a quiet, more demanding undertone laced between.

 

Seungmin swallows and lies on his back, still grasping Minho’s hand like a lifeline as he stretches Seungmin open. Seungmin’s body accepts him easily, opening up to Minho’s gentle touches like he was meant for it. 

 

Minho curls two fingers inside of him, coaxing those embarrassing noises from him again. Minho’s fingers may be smaller, but they hit all the right spots anyway. He expertly works Seungmin open, fingers dragging across his walls in a deliciously addicting way. 

 

His fingers curl pointedly, searching, and suddenly Seungmin’s body is set aflame. He arches up and cries out, warmth licking up his spine. He shakes and clenches around Minho’s fingers, hips unconsciously stuttering against them, trying to push them deeper. He clutches Minho’s hand in his own tighter, knuckles white.

 

“Oh look at you, taking me so well,” Minho purrs, pressing against that sweet spot again. More tears stream down Seungmin’s face as he rocks his hips down again. “Sh...I’ve got you. So beautiful.”

 

Minho slips a third finger past his rim, stretching him and filling him up. He continues grinding down onto Minho’s fingers, and Minho lets him. He stops moving his fingers, letting Seungmin fuck himself onto them.

 

“Fuck, you’d look so good riding me.”

 

Seungmin nods and whines without thinking, “Yes.”

 

“You want that?” Minho starts moving his fingers again, meeting Seungmin’s thrusts. “You wanna fuck yourself on my cock for me?”

 

The words would sound ridiculous coming from anyone else, but Seungmin’s mind is so foggy and filled with nothing but Minho it only makes his cock twitch pathetically. He nods, squeezing Minho’s hand again.

 

“Please.”

 

Minho pauses for a moment, squinting at Seungmin before pulling his fingers out, the younger whining at the loss.

 

“Hold on,” Minho says before disappearing. 

 

Seungmin sits up and frowns but just as he props his elbows up Minho is back, carrying something in his hand. 

 

Seungmin’s lips part and he sharply inhales. “You’re joking.”

 

Minho smiles, raising Seungmin’s camera. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Seungmin swallows and Minho lowers the camera, expression turning serious. “I won’t if you don’t want me to. I just think you look gorgeous right now.”

 

Seungmin can’t imagine what a mess he probably looks like right now, but it seems to do something for Minho. The idea of such a vulnerable moment for him being captured on camera isn’t all that unappealing, sending goosebumps across his skin. Seungmin’s teeth tug at his bottom lip and he finds himself nodding.

 

“You can take a picture,” he says quietly. 

 

Minho’s eyes search his face for a moment. “Lie on your back for me.” Seungmin falls back on the bed and watches Minho raise the camera to his eye. Without thinking, he squeezes his own eyes shut, unable to face Minho like this. “Seungminnie...open your eyes,” Minho coos. “Come on, I want you to look at me.”

 

Seungmin opens them, staring up at Minho while his heart thumps erratically in his ribcage. He can see Minho’s stupid grin before the flash is clicking. The photo slowly prints out, and Minho looks at it for a moment in disappointment.

 

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see how it turns out,” he sulks, setting the blackened picture to the side.

 

Then, his grin reappears, and he shifts closer between Seungmin’s legs, hand coming to his thigh. Seungmin’s lips part in a gasp when Minho’s fingers enter him again, slowly thrusting in and out of him. He presses against Seungmin’s prostate, the flash going off as soon as Seungmin arches off the bed. 

 

Seungmin jolts, forcing his eyes open from where they’d fluttered shut. “Did you just-”

 

He’s cut off by another jab at his prostate, Minho’s fingers staying in the spot and massaging it, building a slow, unbearable heat in his gut. 

 

“I told you,” Minho murmurs, eyes sparkling as he stares down at Seungmin. “You look gorgeous right now.”

 

Seungmin’s body flushes at the praise, and he shyly turns away from Minho. Minho coos and sets the camera and polaroid to the side, focusing on fucking Seungmin open again. 

 

Seungmin moans, “Come on, Minho. I’m ready.”

 

Minho thrusts his fingers faster. “You sure? I bet I could make you cum just like this. Completely untouched.”

 

Seungmin writhes under him, whimpering. He could, he really could, but he wants Minho so badly.

 

“Please,” he whispers, blinking up at Minho through tears. “I want you.”

 

Minho stares at him for a moment, eyes flashing, then finally relents. He pulls his fingers out of Seungmin, leaving him feeling terribly empty. He wipes his fingers on the sheets and tugs Seungmin up by the hand. He leans over to the nightstand, but Seungmin stops him. 

 

He peers down at Seungmin. “Are you sure?”

 

Seungmin nods again. “I’m clean.”

 

Then, he smacks himself on the forehead, remembering the very important fact that vampires can’t get sick.

 

Minho laughs, “I’ve been drinking your blood for months, I’m pretty sure if I were going to catch something from you, I would’ve already.”

 

Seungmin fights the urge to smack himself again. 

 

Minho giggles, far too innocent for the situation, then starts to tug off his shirt. Seungmin’s lips part as Minho strips bare in front of him. He shamelessly runs his eyes over Minho’s torso, he always felt how sturdy Minho was, but seeing it for himself is different. Once his pants are off, Seungmin can’t tear his eyes off Minho’s toned thighs. 

 

“You’re beautiful,” Seungmin blurts.

 

Minho’s face flushes a pretty pink, and his lips shyly tug upward. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he mumbles, tossing his clothes to the side to be forgotten.

 

Seungmin laughs, “So you can tell me all of that but I can’t tell you you’re beautiful?”

 

Minho only flushes deeper. “Hush.”

 

Seungmin just laughs again. For all his talk, Minho gets flustered far too easily. Seungmin never considered himself to get flustered easily, Minho just affects him too much. He’s too intoxicating to handle. 

 

Seungmin is reminded of this when Minho sits in front of him, tugging him by the hand again. He pulls Seungmin into his lap, the younger’s heart stuttering. 

 

“You think you’re ready?” Minho asks, blinking up at him and brushing Seungmin’s bangs from his eyes. 

 

“I think I might die if you’re not inside me within the next minute.”

 

Minho’s eyes curl upward, taking his hips and squeezing them. “Go ahead then.” 

 

Seungmin understands the silent demand hidden under his words. He takes the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his fingers and lathering Minho’s cock. He listens to Minho’s breath stutter and lines himself up with Minho’s cock. 

 

He sinks down onto Minho, sighing as he’s slowly filled up, walls stretching to accommodate Minho. It’s been so long since he’s been full like this, and Minho feels so amazing simply pressed inside him. 

 

“Fuck,” Seungmin breathes. 

 

Minho’s lips find his neck, pressing slow kisses to it. “Tell me when you’re ready.” Seungmin wiggles his hips a little, feeling Minho twitch inside of him. “Shit, don’t do that.”

 

Seungmin pauses before rolling his hips down, pointedly and practiced this time, moaning when it drives Minho deeper . The grip on his hips becomes painfully tight.

 

“Seungmin,” Minho whispers into his neck. “Come on, baby.”

 

Seungmin lifts himself up on shaky legs and slams back down. He moans, back arching and nails digging into Minho’s shoulders. His legs already feel like jelly, his insides feel like the surface of the sun, but he raises himself up again. He repeats the same movements again and again, frantically driving himself down on Minho’s cock like he can’t get enough. 

 

“You feel amazing,” Minho praises him in his ear. He wraps a hang around Seungmin’s dick and works it in slow strokes. “You’re so perfect for me.”

 

Seungmin hangs off every word that falls from Minho’s lips, soft praises clouding his mind and urging him on. He keeps going, even when his thighs scream in protest, mindlessly chasing the intense heat that starts and ends with Minho. Minho aids him in his movements, lifting Seungmin by the hips and even starting to thrust up to meet him. 

 

He’s close before he even realizes, pressing his face into Minho’s neck as moans get higher and higher. His legs start to buckle, failing him just before he can reach his peak. He settles for grinding down into Minho, letting the older carefully lift him up and down by the hips.

 

“Minho-Minho, I’m-” Seungmin tries to warn, but is cut off by a full body shudder and embarrassingly loud moan when Minho brushes against his prostate.

 

“I know.”

 

Seungmin closes his eyes, trying to relish in feeling Minho reaching so deep inside him. 

 

“Please, fuck. Cum in me. Make me yours.”

 

Minho groans, “You’re already mine.” Seungmin trembles at the words, pressing into Minho when the hand on his waist tightens. But instead of fucking up into him like Seungmin expected, Minho holds his body still, completely stopping his movements and taking his hand off his cock. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

 

Seungmin gasps, feeling his impending orgasm fizzle out. “ No. Minho, please. I was so close. I was-”

 

Minho lifts him up by the hips, leaving him empty, then throws him down onto the mattress, pressing him into it. Seungmin gasps, blinking up at Minho. Minho hovers over him dangerously, eyes darker than Seungmin’s ever seen. 

 

“Why don’t you beg for it, Seungminnie?” his voice drips with faux sweetness, the mocking undertone having Seungmin leaking and shrinking under him.

 

“Please , Minho,” Seungmin sobs. “Please. I’m so-I can’t-”

 

“Turn over on your stomach,” Minho says, nudging him. 

 

Seungmin immediately does as told, rolling over onto his stomach and shifting onto his knees. His heart thuds at the new position, feeling wonderfully vulnerable, spread bare for Minho to use. He squeaks and jumps when Minho’s hands suddenly grope his ass, emitting a laugh from the older. Then he’s pushing inside Seungmin again, laughter fading to quiet pants.

 

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?” Minho asks quietly, hand running up and down Seungmin’s back in soothing patterns.

 

“I meant it when I said anything,” Seungmin reassures him. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me I-” I like it a little rough. Seungmin shakes his head and presses his face into the sheets, unwilling to say the words out loud. “...I’m not going to break.”

 

Minho leans over, pressing his chest to Seungmin’s back and kissing nape. “I think you will,” he murmurs into Seungmin’s ear before leaning back up.

 

His hands envelope Seungmin’s waist and suddenly Minho is fucking relentlessly into him. Seungmin cries out and pushes back into him, hands clawing at the sheets for purchase. Minho slams into him over and over without break, brushing up against his prostate every so often, sending electricity up his spine. 

 

Minho’s hands suddenly tug at his arms, pulling them behind his back. Seungmin doesn’t fight, letting Minho pin his arms to his back. One hand keeps Seungmin’s wrists securely pressed to his back, while Minho’s other hand laces itself through Seungmin’s hair. He tugs at Seungmin’s hair hard enough to hurt, the younger’s mouth falling open. 

 

His hips move faster and harder, and his grip on Seungmin’s wrists and hair only gets tighter with each thrust. Seungmin whimpers into the sheets, a mixture of drool and hot tears gathering next to his face. Minho’s words are strikingly gentle in contrast to the rough way he handles Seungmin, whispering sweet praises even as he fucks him stupid.

 

“You’re so beautiful, Seungmin,” Minho whispers. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” 

 

“All yours. All yours,” Seungmin moans, fixated on how wrecked Minho sounds, the way his lips form his name so perfectly. “Please, I’m close.”

 

Minho takes his hand out of Seungmin’s hair-to the younger’s disappointment-but wraps around his neglected cock instead. “Come on, Minnie. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

 

Minho’s movements become sloppier, losing their previous rhythm. He rocks into Seungmin deeply, pressing against him just right, and suddenly Seungmin is seeing stars. He cums across Minho’s hand with a muffled sob, face pressed into the sheets. 

 

Minho thrusts into him a few more times then spills inside Seungmin, filling him up. Minho fucks them through their highs, whispering sweet nothings until he finally releases his hold on Seungmin. Seungmin’s hands fall against the sheets, his body going lax.

 

“You did so good, you’re so perfect,” Minho whispers, fingers gently carding through Seungmin’s hair. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

 

Seungmin nods, unable to form words. He winces when Minho pulls out, cum dripping out of him and down his thighs.

 

There’s a rush of air and then a damp cloth is being dragged up his thighs. Seungmin shivers as Minho gently cleans him up, rubbing small patterns into the flesh of his thigh. He turns Seungmin over and cleans his stomach too, offering him a small smile.

 

“Are you okay?” Minho asks. 

 

“Yes,” Seungmin responds, voice ragged to his own ears. Minho hums and disappears then comes back in a flash, cloth gone. Seungmin rolls his eyes. “I hate when you do that.”

 

“Hey, it speeds things up,” Minho pouts. Then he’s leaning forward and hovering over Seungmin again. His eyes aren’t dark anymore, now they’re bright with fondness, curling in their catlike way. “You’re cute, come give me a kiss.”

 

Seungmin’s lips quirk up as he presses his lips against Minho’s, kissing the older softly. It’s sweet and innocent, much different than their previous kisses. There’s no intent hidden behind it, they simply explore each other with soft touches, Minho’s fingertips dancing across his skin. 

 

“Do you want to take a bath?” Minho asks.

 

Seungmin considers it, but he can feel exhaustion creeping into his bones already. “Maybe later. I’m tired.”

 

Minho hums, his arms wrapping around Seungmin and eyes glinting. “Hang onto me.”

 

Seungmin wraps his arms and thighs around Minho just a moment before he’s being lifted up again. Minho carries him out of his room and into Seungmin’s, setting him down on the clean sheets and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

 

“I’ll be right back,” he promises before disappearing.

 

Seungmin lies on his back and shuts his eyes. Now that he’s alone, the reality of what they’ve just done starts to settle in. He just slept with Minho, and he doesn’t know what any of it means. The possessive tilt of Minho’s voice never seemed to mean anything outside of his vampiric instincts and sexual intent. 

 

Seungmin presses his face into his hands, silently cursing himself for allowing things to go this far. As right as it felt to have Minho’s hands running across his skin and filling him up, he craves more, and Minho doesn’t show any hint of sharing that desire.

 

Minho comes back in a woosh of air, a bundle of clothes tucked in his arm which he hands to Seungmin. He’s wearing a pair of boxers now, but nothing else. 

 

“I didn’t know if you want to cover up when you sleep so I just grabbed a few things,” Minho says, kneeling on the bed beside him.

 

Seungmin pulls on the pair of boxers and t-shirt, but leaves the pants on the side. “Thank you.”

 

He settles back onto the pillows and lets Minho pull the covers over them. Minho seems to hesitate for a moment before he scoots over to Seungmin’s side, pressing their bodies together. Seungmin feels his face heat up. He’s cuddled Minho at least a million times by now, but now everything feels different. The air around them is timid, neither of them knowing what's too far.

 

Eventually, Seungmin just huffs. He’s already felt Minho pressed inside him, what’s so scary about cuddling? 

 

“Get over here,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around Minho and tugging him close.

 

Minho squeaks in surprise but quickly settles into him, face pressed against Seungmin’s chest. He can most certainly hear Seungmin’s accelerates heartbeat thumping against his rib cage. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment, his hand finding Seungmin’s and lacing their fingers together.

 

“How do you think you’d rate your first birthday with me?” Minho asks, a teasing tilt to his voice.

 

Seungmin laughs. He can’t tell if he just had the best day of his life, or the worst, if the way his heart is slowly starting to break the more it sets in what they’ve done.

 

“I...enjoyed it,” he finally admits, both of them knowing what he means. “Thank you.”

 

“Good, because you’re stuck with me for the rest of your birthdays.”

 

Seungmin smiles and tugs Minho closer to his chest, running a hand through the older’s hair. He closes his eyes, leaning back and embracing the warmth that Minho brings him. He can’t imagine spending any day without Minho by his side.

 

“How terrible.”

 

-

 

When Seungmin wakes up, the only thing he can register is warmth. It’s all around him, pressed into his back, curling around his legs, tickling his ear, wrapped around his back. It’s everywhere. 

 

He shifts a little, subconsciously curling into the warmth surrounding him. His fingers tug at whatever he can find, a small whine escaping the back of his throat as he tries to pull it closer. 

 

A soft chuckle and a gentle pat to his head makes him open his eyes fully, tipping his head back and blinking his vision into focus. Minho’s face greets him, his hair puffy and eyes still lidded with sleep. He’s close-a lot closer than Seungmin had thought, and that’s when Seungmin realizes oh, Minho is what’s making him feel so warm. 

 

Minho smiles at him, the hand in Seungmin’s hair continuing its soft pets. “Morning.”

 

Seungmin’s heart tugs in his chest. “Morning.”

 

“How are you feeling?”

 

Brain still foggy with sleep, Seungmin mumbles out, “Warm.”

 

“Warm?” Minho’s head tilts a little. “Do you want me to move?”

 

Seungmin clutches Minho’s arm in a steel-like grip. “No. I like it.”

 

“Oh,” Minho says quietly. “Okay.”

 

He wordlessly keeps petting Seungmin’s hair, carding his fingers through it and staring at Seungmin with that fondness in his eyes. Seungmin feels ten times hotter under that gaze, once again wondering what it all means.

 

“Seungmin,” Minho says after a while.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“...What are we?”

 

Seungmin blinks, not expecting the question. What are they? Hell if he knows. 

 

“I think we’ve established I like being yours,” Seungmin responds slowly, cautiously.

 

“But in what way?” Minho whispers. 

 

Seungmin’s mouth opens and closes a few times. “Whatever way you want me.”

 

“And if I say I want to be yours too?”

 

Seungmin’s heart skips a beat. For a moment he thinks Minho can’t possibly mean it in the same way he does. But Minho’s eyes search his face, that indescribable softness present in the planes of his expression, and Seungmin starts to wonder if maybe it does mean something more.

 

“I’d love that,” Seungmin responds quietly, offering Minho a smile.

 

“Just so we’re on the same page-” Minho chuckles nervously. “-You know I don’t want you to be mine in the vampire territorial instinct way, right? I mean, I definitely do not want other vampires getting their fangs in you, but…”

 

Seungmin closes his eyes and leans into Minho’s touch, the older’s hand never stilling its pats on his hair. Minho wants him-and not just in a vampire way, not just in a sexual way, but actually wants Seungmin to be his. 

 

Seungmin waits for the fireworks, the shock and realization to slam into him, but he finds nothing. The only thing he can feel is that same familiar warmth cradling him. Minho confessing is just like everything else when it comes to him; easy, right. Maybe Seungmin already subconsciously knew Minho felt the same. It makes sense, him and Minho, it always made sense. It always felt right.

 

 “I get it,” he murmurs. “I know what you mean. I want that too.”

 

The beam that breaks out on Minho’s face is worth it. “Okay. Okay that’s-that’s great.” He giggles, eyes curling into crescents. “Because I really like you a lot, Kim Seungmin, and I really want you to be mine.”

 

Seungmin feels color seep into his cheeks. “I already am.”

 

Minho’s smile widens. “Does that mean you’re agreeing to be my boyfriend?”

 

Seungmin has to shyly avert his gaze, unable to handle the softness in Minho’s. “No.”

 

“No?”

 

“Take me on a date first,” Seungmin quietly demands, finding the hand on his face and peeling it off to lace their fingers together. “You’re paying since you don’t have to eat.”

 

Minho laughs, squeezing Seungmin’s hand. “Alright. I’ll just have a bite afterward.” Seungmin rolls his eyes even as his heart thumps contently in his chest. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

 

Minho suddenly disappears, leaving Seungmin startled and alone. He reappears only seconds later, kneeling on the bed with something in his hands. Seungmin’s face only burns hotter.

 

“Oh my god.” 

 

He completely forgot about the pictures Minho had taken. Minho examines them with a toothy smile and innocent giggle.

 

“I think I understand photography now,” Minho teases.

 

Seungmin sits up and snatches the polaroids from Minho, jaw dropping as he looks at them. It’s Seungmin, but he barely recognizes himself. He’s absolutely covered in bites and bruises from his neck to his thighs, tears are streaming down his face, and he looks like an absolute mess. In one of them he’s peering up at the camera through fucked out, hazy eyes, in the other his lips are parted in a silent moan and back is arching off the bed with Minho’s fingers slipped inside of him. 

 

Seungmin makes a strangled noise and tries (see: fails) to toss them to the side before burying his face into his hands. “I look-”

 

“Beautiful,” Minho reassures him, tugging Seungmin’s hands off his face. “You look beautiful. And I’ll never stop telling you that.”

 

Before Seungmin can respond with a whiny complaint, Minho captures his lips in a soft kiss, effectively shutting him up. He lets Minho crawl into his lap and push him back against the sheets, hands cradling Seungmin’s face.

 

“Do you still wanna take a bath?” Minho asks. 

 

“In a minute,” Seungmin responds, eyes still closed and a blissed out smile on his face. “Keep kissing me.”

 

Minho giggles and eagerly obliges. They stay like that for what feels like hours, relearning each other’s lips and bodies with a new sweetness in the touches. Seungmin feels excitement buzzing just under his skin, Minho’s warmth cradling him like it always has. They have time. 

 

“You never said it back,” Minho says when they’re finally in the bath, gently scrubbing Seungmin’s shoulder with a washcloth. “That you like me too.”

 

Seungmin’s lips tug upward. “Take me on a date first.”

 

Minho pouts, lightly splashing water in Seungmin’s face, earning a laugh from the other. “I want to hear it, brat!”

 

“Okay, okay, I love you.” The cloth running down Seungmin’s arm pauses, and Seungmin smiles nervously. “That’s okay, right?”

 

Minho’s teeth nibble at his bottom lip, and it's obvious he’s fighting a smile. “Sure.”

 

“Are you going to say it back?”

 

Minho looks him dead in the eye and replies, “Take me on a date first.”

 

Seungmin rolls his eyes and honestly, he should’ve expected that. “Fine. I’ll cook for you.”

 

Minho makes a gagging noise. “If you want me to break up with you just say that.” Seungmin shoots him a glare and Minho laughs. “I’m just kidding, Seungminnie. You can’t get rid of me so easily.”

 

Seungmin smiles, closing his eyes when Minho’s hands start running shampoo through his hair, softly scratching his scalp. He hears the gentle smile in Minho’s voice when he says,

 

“I’ve been yours since day one.”

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