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Yugyeom lay in bed shivering, sweat pooling around him, his vision blurring, his head pounding, his stomach...empty.
Ever since he became an idol, he gave up drinking human blood, replacing it with animal blood wherever he could sneak some. It was easier to hide and simpler to explain. For some reason recently, it stopped working; it wasn’t satiating him the way he needed. It would fill his stomach, but it wouldn’t satisfy the need.
A week ago, the symptoms started appearing; he started feeling weak, he started shaking for no reason, headaches started appearing out of nowhere, and every time he attempted to stand, he would get these huge bouts of dizziness. Until today, the group finally caught him on it.
“Yugyeom-ah,” Jaebeom called, seeing him crouched in the corner during dance practice, “look, we both know you’re sick.”
“No—no,” he feigned a smile, “I’m fine, hyung.” Yugyeom went to stand and fell back to the wall; JB grabbed him to help him stand.
“Whatever you say,” Jaebeom said, easing him onto his feet with his arm around his waist. The amount of heat that radiated off the younger made JB shake his head.
Yugyeom’s senses instantly went wild with his leader so close to him. Every touch felt like pins and needles, JB’s voice was a bit too loud, and his smell was overwhelmed by the strong scent of...
“Mark,” JB called across the room.
Mark, talking to Jackson, runs over. “He finally admitted it?” Yugyeom groans in response.
“Nope.”
“Come here, baby boy.” Mark grabbed Yugyeom’s arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. “Can you walk?” Yugyeom nodded, clenching his jaw, feeling his fangs prodding, begging to be released. He took a deep breath, blending it with him relaxing on Mark but truly trying just to get a bit more of his scent... “Let’s get you home; we can practice when you’re better.”
“Text me updates on him,” Jaebeom asks, leading the pair to the door and holding it open.
“You got it,” Mark replies, taking Yugyeom out of the practice room.
And now we’re here. Yugyeom was stuck in his and Bambam’s shared room, shivering every five seconds, stuck curling in on himself from the aggressive growling of his stomach. His black tank top and boxers were completely smothered in sweat, and his body screamed. He stared at the wall beside him and growled, his fangs fully visible. He couldn’t even hide them if he wanted; he needed to bite something... someone.
“Hey baby,” Mark peeks into the room.
Perfect.
Yugyeom groaned, his stomach painfully growling from the faint scent of him emanating from across the room. He fought every urge to get out of bed and bite Mark, but he’s so... hungry...
“The boys are going out for lunch, so it's just going to be us for a bit longer.” Mark sat on the bed opposite the younger. “How are you feeling? Any changes?”
Us? Alone?
Yugyeom took a shaky breath, refusing to flip over, knowing how disheveled and wild he looks. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that if he just answered Mark’s questions, he would leave. “Not really,” he answered, his voice airy.
Mark stands, moving to Yugyeom to get a closer look. “Have you had anything to eat or drink?”
Just a little closer...
“No,” Yugyeom hissed, his stomach grumbling, with the pain forcing out a choked sob. He can’t keep living like this... Mark came up beside Yugyeom on the bed, placing his hand upon his forehead to take the temperature. An overwhelming wave of hunger hit Yugyeom, and he tried to control himself, his body unmoving.
Feed. FEED. FEED!
His hands balled into fists, his body curled into itself, his eyes scrunched, his jaw clenched, and his mouth watered. He can’t do that to Mark, he can’t—
Take your chance before you LOSE IT.
Yugyeom let out a strangled yell, his stomach cramping from how empty it was. Mark jumped back to the other bed, unprepared for that type of reaction. “Yugyeom, what happened? Are you okay? Was it my hand?”
Now look at what you’ve done! Bring him back...
“Marku... come back, please...” Yugyeom sobbed, the pain unbearable.
Mark rushes over, placing a hand on Yugyeom’s neck. “What is it? Do you need me to call the others and get them to go home?”
Yugyeom sighs, unfurling his fists. “Hyung?”
“Yes, Yugyeom-ah?”
His eyes shot open, an outlandish golden glow emanating through the dimly lit room. “I’m sorry—”
Yugyeom lunged at Mark, then slammed him on the floor. He held him down, pressing his chest down with one arm and laying his leg against his thighs. Mark looked up into his eyes, the glow overwhelming, his pupils blown, his face snarled, his fangs protruding and dripping with spit... Mark stares up at him, his eyes wide, his breath wheezing, his ears filled with the sound of ringing and the younger's heaving breaths.
Yugyeom holds his other hand on Mark’s mouth and snaps his jaw down on the older’s neck, aiming only for his jugular, having some control left... Mark lets out a muffled scream. Yugyeom began to drink, sucking every drop he could get, but felt Mark’s breath to make sure he didn’t go too far.
Mark felt Yugyeom’s mouth as his tongue rubbed along the punctures in his neck, the warmth of something easing the throb of the wounds. Heat began to spread from his neck to his chest, calming his breathing, and his muscles relaxed as it spread through his body. His eyes rolled back as his breath hitched, his back arching. A quiet moan left his body as Yugyeom stuck his tongue in each hole, secreting some type of thick liquid in each. Mark’s body went limp on the floor, trying to catch his breath with his mind hazy.
“Hyung,” Yugyeom tapped his face, “are you still with me?”
“...Are you... full,” Mark asked quietly, his eyes slowly blinking open to see Yugyeom’s fear-covered face above him.
His glowing gold eyes had changed into his normal brown, now filled with tears; his face was dusted a light pink. “I can’t drink that much at once from one person, it’d kill them,” he sniffs, wiping his eyes, his hands shook as he checked Mark’s neck, “...are you okay?”
“I feel tired... but relaxed,” Mark chuckled.
“That’s normal,” Yugyeom nodded, biting his lips. Yugyeom paused, deep in thought, trying to remember any important information about biting a person.
“You didn’t, uh... turn me or anything—”
“No, no, no,” he awkwardly laughs. “That is a bit more complicated than just, um... biting you.”
“Okay...”
Silence fills the room.
“I should probably get off of you—”
“Yugyeom-ah, it’s okay.”
“What?” Yugyeom stares, his face somehow becoming even more red than it was before.
“I mean, it's okay... you know... we’ve been performing for so long together. Do you really think none of us noticed that something was off?”
Yugyeom froze, dread filling his mind. “You mean... you knew?”
“Not... fully, I mean, I kind of assumed,” Mark said and went to comfort the younger but quickly realized his body was still being held down.
“Right, sorry.” Yugyeom moved back off Mark, sitting back against his bed on the floor, with Mark moving beside him.
“We have noticed your odd habits, but I’ve always been able to convince them with diet fads and American culture stuff and get them off your trail. I mean, we can get pretty weird in the states.”
“Okay, that still doesn’t explain why you’ve been defending me.”
“Because if you got outed as a vampire, we would lose you, and I care about you.” Mark gave him a confused look. “Why wouldn’t I defend you?”
“I’m a monster...” he pouts, hugging his knees in, pressing his face down. “I hurt you; I hurt people. I can’t stop myself.”
“You stopped yourself for years, and you break once, and it’s the end of the world?” Yugyeom nods into his legs. “If you were a monster, you wouldn’t try and change your ways to keep the group safe—”
“But I can’t keep you safe; what don’t you understand,” Yugyeom snapped, glaring at Mark. “I bit you, Mark; that’s not okay.”
“It wasn’t, but you weren’t fully in control of yourself either. You can’t blame yourself for not knowing what to do. You did your best. Look, what if we... work together?”
Yugyeom sets his head on his knees, “I’m not feeding from you.”
Mark pursed his lips. “...What if I said I liked it?”
“I’d say that’s just an effect from my healing pitch, I’m not feeding from you, Mark.”
“Yugyeom-ah,” Mark gritted his teeth, wondering if he should even admit to this. “You made me cum in my fucking pants, I don’t know if that was a healing pitch or whatever, but I haven’t felt that good in years.” Mark looks away from Yugyeom, his face flustered. “It would be a win-win for both of us. I like being bitten, but that was... a whole new world,” he mumbled.
Yugyeom lifts his head and turns toward Mark, “Wait, so, that whole back arch and…?”
Mark shamefully nods, “You looked hot, and your tongue felt nice, I couldn’t help it.”
“I looked hot,” Yugyeom asked, putting his legs back down. “Look, Mark, I’ll work with you on this, but you have to promise me that you won’t push yourself, okay?”
Mark’s smile widened, “I promise I won't, just... are those fangs retractable or...”
Yugyeom shakes his head quietly chuckling, “You really just want me for my vampire half—”
“No, that’s not what I—” Yugyeom protrudes his fangs with a smile, showing their long size compared to the human ones beside them. The sharpness was clearly stated, with them otherwise looking like just longer, sharper human teeth. “Woah...” Mark’s head turned, “those went...” He tapped his neck, feeling for the spot, when he found that there was nothing. Only a bit of a bruise.
“That’s from the healing pitch...” Yugyeom retracted his fangs with a smile. “You really don’t have to, Mark. I don’t want to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I would love to.”