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peppusae · 3 years

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How to say 'I love you' without saying 'I love you' | Chae Hyungwon pt 2

part: 2 of 3

other parts: pt 1 || pt 2 || pt 3

pairing: chae hyungwon x reader

genre: fluff, little slow-burn and angst, smut

word count: 3.6k words

note: i had a dream about this plot so i must write this because after this dream hyungwon became my bias wrecker and i cry about him every day since pls send help gbye

How to say 'I love you' without saying 'I love you’ pt 2

Hyungwon stops calling you from that day onwards.

You hate it.

You hate it so much, because you don’t even need an alarm anymore to wake up everyday at 8 am... and then you spend the next half an hour crying your eyes out while you miss Chae Hyungwon so damn much.

It’s even more painful than before, because earlier, when you’re with the group and they’re doing their photoshoots or shooting an event, Hyungwon would look towards you through the crowd and give you smiles - such beautiful smiles that you miss so much because now, when your heart is aching so much, Hyungwon does everything in his power to avoid you as best as he could.

The other day when you were going up to the producer’s office and you bumped into Hyungwon and Kihyun also…

It broke your heart, the way Hyungwon quietly apologizes in formal language, and goes ahead - all while Kihyun looks in wonder at the taller male, then at you, before he goes to catch up with his friend.

You realized that he was starting to treat you the same way he treated most of the staff members - simply out of respect.

With him behaving that way after you cried in front of him, you really understood for the first time, that he really was treating you differently; with much more affection and care, just like Minhyuk had claimed he does so. Seeing Hyungwon not acting that way makes you realize it, makes you wonder if there was any way you could approach him and tell him that he shouldn’t feel so burdened; not when all you want is to just be hugged by Hyungwon.

Your roommate had requested to work for another group, and left your dorm room, so feel even more guilty and lonely ever since she left your dorm room and refused to speak with you.

You’ve been watching a lot of variety shows Monsta X had been on earlier, and you tried your best to write good shows, working as much as possible not to let the way you felt affect your work. In this way, one of your shows gets picked up by the producer, and a few days later, Monsta X is fixed to head off for a vacation show in two days.

Usually, Hyungwon would congratulate you when one of your works gets selected to be produced, but this time, he does not say a word, even after he reads the itinerary along with his members during the staff meeting.

Minhyuk, though, comes up to you after the meeting is done, and lets you know that he would like you to buy him lunch on occasion of your work getting picked for the show.

Seeing him smile at you brightly and not having changed a single bit makes you feel a little emotional, and you hurry to call Minhyuk’s favorite restaurant and order some food right away.

The food arrives an hour later, the noodles you and Minhyuk enjoy a lot steaming in front of you while the male takes out the wrappers of his favorite kimchi.

“It’s been a while since we had a set meal like this, right?”

“It’s been months, I think.”

Minhyuk usually never runs out of things to talk about, so you’re watching his every action carefully as he silently unpacks the food and hands you your chopsticks.

“Eat.” He says, picking a large piece of meat and putting it on top of your rice bowl.

“Thank you, Minhyukkie-oppa.”

Minhyuk smiles instantly, constantly mumbling “eat more, eat some more of this”, and more, as the lunch progresses.

When most of the food is gone and only the soups remain, Minhyuk finally puts his chopsticks and spoon down, before he takes a glance around the lounge. There were some other staff members and some members from Cravity, eating some food but the people seated near you two earlier had long gone by now.

“I’ve been a good friend to you for many years. I’ve been a good friend to Hyungwon for even longer. My question is, ‘Why?’ Why do you guys not share anything with me? Do you not trust me to keep a secret? Or are you telling someone else instead of me because-”

“Minhyukkie, I.. I don’t know about Hyungwon, but I know I haven’t found anyone I can talk to about how I feel.”

“I’m sitting right here,” Minhyuk says, taking a sip of his drink, “Just wanting nothing but for you to open up. To tell me something, because there is no way you would not have known by now how much I worry about you.”

“I do know. I do, and I am appreciative of that. And that is why I have a lot of affection for you, not just as an idol I am a fan of, but also as a person that I cherish a lot. But I don’t know what to say because my heart is hurting and I don’t know how I can face Hyungwon this way.”

Minhyuk, who’s face had softened after your words at first, then squints his eyes at you, and you take a spoonful of soup, just to look away because...

Minhyuk’s eyes are a bit scary, especially when he sits like this in front of you and looks at you with an almost angry expression.

“I’m so tired of this. You’re hurting each other when there’s no reason to, seriously. Hyungwon has feelings for you, and you do too, but you don’t know how to accept that, and my precious brother has no idea how to accept the fact that you just ‘don’t’ know how to deal with stuff.”

You knew Minhyuk was right, but that doesn’t stop you from getting teary-eyed. In fact, maybe that was the reason why, and Minhyuk’s eyes go wide when he sees tears streaming down your face.

You watch the male take a tissue from the dispenser and hand you one, and you try your best to control yourself, wiping your face as much as you can and then picking up the remaining broth from your soup.

“I’m sorry. I just. Neither of you seem to want any help from me or anyone else, so you should just talk with him. Please do say something to him before today ends. I’d hate it if he has to go to shoot a fun show when he looks so heartbroken all the time.”

And you hated it too, because Hyungwon looks the most handsome when he’s laughing and smiling so brightly.

“If you talk to him, I’ll let you listen to two lines from my OST song!”

You give Minhyuk a smile, the two of you picking up the bags and cups you had your meals with and you feel a little at ease when you see the familar, friendly smile of his again.

“I ate well, thank you [Name]-ah! Don’t miss me too much even if you’re not coming along with us for the show!”

“I’ll make sure I don’t!”

Minhyuk waves goodbye before he goes off to his dorm and you decide to take some days off and go back to your hometown for a little; maybe that could cheer you up when you have your mom cooking your favorite meals and being able to play with the little kids back at home.

You’re feeling a bit better as you go back to your dorm room, and everything feels fine until you reach your floor, only to find Hyungwon leaning against the wall next to your room, a piece of paper in his clutches. When he hears you, he glances at you, turning to look at you with a face devoid of expression.

“W-What-”

“Why does this say you’re not going with us?”

Huh?

You take a hesitant step forward, close enough to see that the paper Hyungwon had in his clutches was the itinerary from earlier.

So he didn’t read it fully until now…?

“Because I’m not.”

“Why not?” Hyungwon’s voice gets a little louder, eyebrows furrowed as he looks down at you with a frown on his face.

“Why aren’t you going with us.”

“Just…”

“Why? Answer me honestly. You wrote this show. You’re supposed to go. Don’t lie to me, [Name]-ah.”

You didn’t think you could answer him honestly, that you gave up the opportunity to go because Hyungwon avoiding you here at the company was worse enough on its own.

“Yah. Why?”

“I’m going to go home… For a few days.” You fib, almost too scared when you look at Hyungwon’s angry expression fade, eyes going wide instead.

“What did you say?!”

“I’m going home.”

What you didn’t expect was the way Hyungwon crumples up the paper in his hand, a little scoff escaping from his mouth as he looks at you as if he felt speechless.

“Why do you do this to me?” He wants to know. “Please don’t make me feel more pathetic and sadder than I already am about this. If you have to quit your job because of me….”

“Wait, that’s not-’

“If you feel so sad when you know what I feel… But you still don’t find any problems with eating together with Minhyuk… That pains my heart, [Name]-ah. I know you two are just friends but it makes me so sad. Please don’t make me feel more pathetic than I already feel every day. Please.”

“Hyungwon-ah, that’s not it!” You say, but Hyungwon doesn’t look like he believes you, and your heart hurts too much to explain, not when he hands you the crumpled paper to you and then storms off.

Oh God, what have I done?

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Your leave for five days gets approved easily, and you didn’t even have the willpower to let anyone besides Minhyuk know. He wishes you a safe trip, and you wish the same for him as well.

On your way out and when you stop by the cafe to grab a drink, your heart feels even colder than the latte in your hand, when you see Hyungwon at the front entrance of the company.

He looks like he’s wearing a coat over his sleepwear, and it’s understandable because you wanted to leave before the group went off on their own trip as well.

But here Hyungwon was, doing nothing but to look at the way you drag your suitcase and approach where he is stood at, facing you at the doorway of the front entrance.

What should I do? Should I greet him? Does he look angry? What should I do?????

“Hello-”

Before you can finish your greet, Hyungwon turns around, ignoring you completely and storming back inside the building. When you turn back in surprise, it’s so, so sad to see that Hyungwon does not turn around to look at you even once; getting on the lift right away, and then he goes on.

Is liking someone supposed to be this hard?

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The staff who had gone along with Monsta X keeps you updated about how the show shooting is going on, so while you spend some quality time back at home with your family, you’re glad to hear that the boys are enjoying their vacation shoot in Mojeong village.

While you do enjoy the company and affection only family can provide you with, the warmth you felt with Hyungwon never left your mind.

When you tell your mom about what was going on, she actually flicks your forehead, mumbling ‘tsk-tsk’ continuously.

“So you two are going to be equally stubborn about this, huh?” She says, picking up one of her storage containers packed with kimchi. “For Hyungwon, he has a right to be! He doesn’t know how you feel, but you? You know how he feels! What the heck are you doing here at home instead of at Mojeong Village?!”

“Mooooooom! I wanted to talk to him, I told you I even tried to greet him but he just left!”

Your mom sighs, shaking her head while she cuts up bits of kimchi and transfers them to a smaller container to pack some for you.

“You shouldn’t forget this. Hyungwon is a celebrity.”

“I know that, but…”

“He’s a celebrity so he is going to have some more morals and ideals he’s going to have to follow. If he had the courage to say - well, at least start saying, until a certain girl started crying in the middle-”

“Mom!”

“He had the courage but if he’s shot down, then he doesn’t have a choice but to pretend nothing ever happened. Perhaps, treating you like any other staff and distancing himself from you is the easiest way he can move on from you and heal his heart.”

“I don’t… want him to… move on…”

Your mom packs up the container, putting it inside a bag and then placing them in the fridge.

“Then tell him that.”

“He doesn’t talk to me…”

“Then make him listen.”

You look at the way she looks at you, as if waiting for you to realize something on your own. The way she waits for you to get up from your seat at the counter and the way she smiles when you run upstairs to pack your belongings…

You’ll never forget that expression from your mom, ever.

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This is such a bad idea!!!!!!!!

Your mind continuously chants in your head, the voice even more louder when you reach the cottage house Monsta X is staying at and seeing the staff members even before you see the house itself.

While you’re faced with surprised greetings and questions about your duffel bag and suitcase - yes, you came straight here from home - you try to reach where the cameramen are and finally find the producer, seated by one of the tables.

“Oh, there you are! Weren’t you supposed to come two days later?”

“I wanted to stop by for a bit…” You let him know, “I have something to discuss with Hyungwon, so…”

“Go ahead! Kihyun, Jooheon and Changkyun are cooking right now, so the other three are just lazing around.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Producer-nim!”

Because you’ve been here even before the show was produced for research, you are able to easily find your way inside the house from the back entrance.

“Hello.” You greet, popping your head into the living room. Shownu is eating some potato chips, and both Minhyuk and Hyungwon are laying on their mattresses, looking very comfortable with their blankets on and playing with their phones.

“Oh? [Name]-ah, you came already?” Minhyuk jumps up to greet you, and Hyungwon only registers your presence when his friend says your name. This makes Hyungwon sit up with a jolt in surprise, then look at you while Minhyuk raises a hand for you to give him a high five.

“When did you come, [Name]-ah?”

“A few minutes ago, Hyunwoo-oppa!” You respond, your heart feeling like it’s on fire. Your hands feel sweaty when you enter the room a little, then glance at Hyungwon.

“Can I talk to you for a bit?”

Hyungwon’s eyes go a little wider, pointing a finger at himself. When you give a little nod, he gets up right away, and you catch Minhyuk’s surprised smile and thumbs up before you turn around to head out in utter embarrassment.

From your venture to the village earlier, you had found that there is a little staircase that leads up to the first floor, which also serves as an attic of sorts. When you climb upstairs, you don’t find any cameras set up - and for once, you’re glad you didn’t include this area in your script. It’s nerve-wracking, the fact that with every step you take to climb up the stairs, reach the floor, and take a few steps inside, you can hear and feel Hyungwon’s footsteps and presence right behind you. He silently follows you and you’re actually a bit surprised that he came without hesitation or questions about your sudden appearance and request.

When you finally take a few steps inside the floor and turn to face Hyungwon, your heart aches a little. He looks so, so charming, so handsome with his bare face - like he used only toner and a serum on his face, nothing else, so his face shines a little thanks to the little window at the end of the room and the bit of light from the staircase leading down.

As you look up at his face, you realize something important: how you were crazy determined to “talk” to Hyungwon, to get him to listen to you and now that he stands in front of you, ready to do so, you have no idea what you can say to him.

Oh God, what now?

Looking straight in his eyes feels a little too overwhelming, so you find yourself fumbling with your fingers a little, looking at his shirt, his hair, and even his shoes while you try to collect yourself.

And this is where you understand more and more about how patient and sweet Chae Hyungwon is, because it must have been a lot of awkward minutes that passed by while you wondered what you can say to him, and he does nothing to interrupt you; simply looking at you and waiting for you to speak.

“Hyungwon-ah…” You start, forcing yourself to look at him and not his shoes, for a change. “I’m so sorry.”

Hyungwon lets out a little exhale, and you think there’s some disappointment in his eyes when he presses his lips together and gives a nod.

“On that day… I’m sorry that I made you feel bad… I really don’t know better and I think I might mess up what I’m trying to say even now, too.”

“It’s fine.” He says, this time averting his gaze from you instead.

“Honestly,” you say, feeling a little down because his responses are so cold and your heart won’t stop racing like crazy, “I really cried a lot the day you sang Newton for me.”

Hyungwon looks at you when you say this.

“And probably everyday since.”

“Then I should be the one who is sorry…”

Hyungwon’s eyes look so sad now, and you were right, just like you said; this was not going the way you planned, and you’re messing this way too much now.

Your hands are shaking like crazy when you think about what Minhyuk had suggested you do, during that day you had lunch with him.

Lee Minhyuk, you’re going to be the death of me, I swear. You think to yourself, taking a step closer to Hyungwon.

“What-”

Your face feels like it’s on fire when you grab his cheeks, pulling his face down so you can press your lips on his.

His lips feel so soft, and the taste of his peach chapstick contrasts with the fragrance of his musky cologne; so much that you feel like you’re going insane.

Your head feels like it’ll explode, and your heart starts racing even more when you feel him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your body to his and making you move away to catch your breath.

When you open your eyes, still feeling a little hazy, your heart fills with so much warmth because Hyungwon looks just as much in a daze as you felt, the corners of his mouth going up till he breaks into a smile.

“That was too short.” He complains in a low voice, and you smile back at him, feeling so warm when he pulls you even closer to him, one arm around your waist and the other on your back. Hyungwon rests his chin on your shoulder, embracing you so tightly and you do the same, arms wrapping around his back while you close your eyes.

“This is why you singing Newton for me made me so sad. Because I wanted you to hold me like this since then.”

Hyungwon moves away, hands grabbing yours and the smile on his face never leaving, even for a single second.

“[Name]-ah.”

“Yes?”

“I lo-”

“HYUNGWON-AH, WE COOKED THE RAMYEON, COME AND EAT NOW!” Kihyun’s voice yells from down the stairs, interrupting Hyungwon’s sentence. It makes the two of you instinctively take two steps back from each other, eyes wide and then bursting out laughing.

And it’s such a beautiful moment, the way Hyungwon comes closer to you again, lowering his head a little and then placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Later?”

You give him a smile, nodding and waving goodbye while he hurries to continue with the show where he left off.

You take a moment to calm your crazily racing heart and then come down the stairs where Kihyun is calling the rest of the members to hurry. While you’re hurrying out from the back entrance, Minhyuk catches you, whispering your name and holding your arm so that you can’t escape easily.

“What did you say that is making Hyungwonnie grin like a creep?” He wants to know, and you give him a punch in the arm.

“I just did what you asked me to, Minhyuk-oppa!”

It takes a moment for Minhyuk to recall when he was teasing you about Hyungwon and had said ‘if all fails, just go ahead and kiss him, he might fall to the floor’ and then broke out laughing. When he recalls this, his eyes go wide, dramatically raising a hand over his mouth for good measures.

“Holy crab. You really went ahead and did that?”

“You asked me to!!!”

“I was just joking, but damn, [Name]-ah. You sure have some balls.”

“YAH!” You yell out, watching Minhyuk laughing and then running outside. You sigh, shaking your head and hurry outside to where the staff are doing their final preparations.

The dinner on the third day is the final event of the show, so only a few cameras are now rolling, and some of the crew are removing the cameras inside the cottage house. Some of the staff are already leaving, so you join one of the groups and decide to get a head start and go back to Gangnam.

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wildenda · 5 years

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Hyungwon x Reader - Dark Masquerade

Summary: You make your way to the annual event for this year, unexpectedly being whisked away by something more than you had bargained for.

Genre: vampire, masquerade, Hyungwon x Reader, Victorian, romance

Word Count: 4091

Author’s note: Hello! Kim here! I really wanted to share this romantic vampire!Hyungwon au with you all! I was itching to write my own fantasy of the dark night and this is what I came up with! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it~

Oh, also I really recommend listening to this soundtrack as you read! It really helps with the feels:

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The slight, cool breeze licked your cheeks as you watched town pass from the window of your carriage. The uneven pavement from the dirt roads rocking it as well as the steady clop of the horses’ hooves made it difficult to calm your nerves. You were heading to the grand ball that was held at this time of year when the leaves fell as it grew close to the colder season. It was not the fact that your corset was too tight or the worry of your heels that were too high for your own good that made you anxious, but rather the mingling of the people that bothered you. Why must you socialize and speak to all these people who could only fake emotions towards you? The women with their snobbish comments and noses held high and the gross men who only seemed to charm another for a night. You couldn’t bother to notice them. The only reason you had to even go was due to wanting to leave your godforsaken anarchic of a home that you had. Your father always going on and on about your attitude and for not being so ladylike or whatever that meant to him. Not to mention your mother who never sided with you but rather criticized all you did and sided with father. You rolled your eyes in just thinking about what you’ll hear once you got home without a man to bring home. You tossed those thoughts away as your carriage stopped in front of the central castle in town that held major events from time to time. The coachman stepped down from his seat and opened your door with a bow and hand held out. You took his hand and he guided you out of the coach to the pavement beneath you. “I will be waiting by the stables, Mademoiselle, should you need to leave.” You nodded and thanked him as he drove off with the horses around the bend of the building. You took in a deep breath as you looked at the high frame of the doors in front of you. You straightened out the gothic red and black dress of yours. The black fabric in the front hugged by a deep burgundy from all around and the chest binded together with strings of the same color red. Small frills of the fabric ran down the edges of where the two colors meet, almost giving the illusion that you were wearing a coat over a black dress. The arms were long and loose, ending with flowy sleeves with black lace which were expertly sewn in. You wore a black felt choker with a ruby to match with silver dangling earrings and an intricate black mask that didn’t hide much from your face. Your hair draped long curls over your shoulder and you added a red bow to top it off. Your makeup made you look paler than usual with a dark rouge lipstick covering the plush of your lips. You also bathed in rose water for good measure since you didn’t want to scare anyone away throughout the night.

You carefully headed up the stairs, with invitation in hand. The guard let you through with a mere look and you entered the grand building. People already whispered around you, giggling for the fact that you came alone. You ignored them and went in further the heart of the ballroom. Ceilings high with a beautiful crystal chandelier that radiated over everyone. People of all shapes in sizes, short, tall, fat and skinny. Some you could recognize and dreadfully and quickly avoided cause just a mere more of a moment would have you leave this instant. You found a small open space near the front of the ballroom to squeeze into and you hushed a small apology to a rather slender and tall gentleman. You wondered how a dress as large as this could not be inconvenient. The gentleman you had bumped into, however, did not seem to mind at all and went back to minding his own business. You couldn’t help but to look back and observe him. He wore a dark blue suit with a long tailcoat clad with a black mask with gold trimmings that decorated the edges. He had white gloves on with a black handkerchief tucked away in his pocket. Gold buttons and cufflinks stood out upon his suit. He did not wear a top hat like most did and his black hair was short and framed his small face wonderfully. Even with the mask, you could tell he was a dashing young man who may be not much older than you. The women around him stole glances and giggled behind him in awe and delight. The mayor had finally stopped talking and the orchestra began to play the intro to the long night. You, however, stayed put as you did not have a partner nor were in the need of searching for one. You watched as men and women quickly partnered up and spun around across the ballroom. Even the gentleman beside you was now waltzing with some gal in front of you, though he did not seem much entertained as the woman gripping him were. She was practically having a giggling fit as it were, the blush very bright on her face.

Two songs… three… four… and not a single person has yet approached you nor did you try. Hopelessly bored, you looked around observing the gathering of people here and there. You were then taken off guard by a hand reaching out to you. You turned back at the owner only to meet face to face with a rather portly short man.

“Care for a dance?” He said with a drunken smile.

“O-oh I couldn’t.” You gently tried to turn him down but he clearly did not get the message. He took a step closer and the smell of alcohol reeked from his person.

“How could I let a pretty flower as you stand alone all night long? I know much more fun things we could do instead if that is what a woman of your measure would like instead.” You twisted your face in disgust and pulled away from him as he advanced closer.

“Pardon me, I do believe she saved this dance for me.” The gentleman from earlier quickly stepped in and offered his hand.

“I thought you’d never ask!” You said and quickly took hold. Swiftly as he came, he led you out on the ballroom floor, escaping from the predicament you were in. You had no choice but to take at least this one dance for all eyes were now laid upon you and your now knight. He elegantly bowed to you and you curtsy in return before he took your left hand in his, with his right hand gently holding the small of your back. A dark and mysterious waltz number begun and he started to lead with you following behind.

One, two, three, one, two, three. You nervously counted the steps in your head, praying that you wouldn’t accidentally miss a step and make a fool of yourself. You looked up at him and his brown dark eyes had a ghostly shine to them, unmatched with the canny smile across his face.

“Thank you for saving me earlier, one minute more and I would’ve most likely been taken away by the guards.” You chuckled. He grinned with a closed smile,

“Now we wouldn’t have wanted that, now would we? Although he wasn’t wrong with not wanting a beautiful woman as yourself be a wallflower for the rest of the night.” He spun you out and back into his arms in first position. You never would’ve thought you danced so well with a stranger for the first time. Perhaps father’s dancing lessons were for naught.

“I bet you’ve said that all to all the ladies you’ve danced with tonight.” you scoffed.

“Oh? So you were watching me then?”

“No! I was doing no such thing!” You flusteredly attested. He laughed, “I may have danced with many but only you have entertained me as much.”

“You’re a dangerous one, aren’t you? You asked jokingly.

“Dangerous as I’ll ever be mademoiselle.” The number ended and he stepped away bowing and kissing the tips of your fingers that he held. You curtsy and feel the heat rising to your cheeks in his gesture.

“Come, there is a quieter place that I know of that would be better to your liking.” He led you away from the clamor and out to the gardens behind the castle. In the middle of the tall bushes was an open gazebo that sat under the moonlight. You could still hear the music playing but not as loudly as it was before. You sat on a stone bench that faced a fountain with a statue of a woman cupping her hands as water spilled from them. He was right, it was a much more pleasant place for you. You could finally breathe again, away from all the noise and drunkards of the night.

“The moon… it is so beautiful and full tonight.” You spoke softly, admiring the glow of night.

“It pales in comparison to your complexion my lady.” He teases. You blush with his compliment. Never would you have thought that a man could sweep you off your feet as he did. He had a gentle soul, almost that of an aged man, yet he still had the elegance, humor, and good looks of the younger. There was something about him that drew you closer, making you want to pick all the locks that opened to his secrets. And still, you hadn’t the slightest idea what that mask hid beneath it.

“So what does my hero of the night look like underneath that mask?” You asked him.

“Ah, so the lady is now curious, hm? I guess I should not disappoint! However, only on the condition that I may see yours as well.” You agreed. He reached towards you, taking the ribbon that held it together.

“May I?” You nodded and he unraveled it, the mask falling away making you feel exposed to him.

“Beautiful…” he whispered with a glint in his eyes, different from the look you saw before.

“My turn.” You said and he closed his eyes as you reached behind him, pulling away the mask. You felt like you lost your breath when he opened his eyes. He was even more handsome than you could have fathomed. There was not a single imperfection on his skin from the rounded button of his nose to the plump and full lips that any woman would have been envious of. He was absolutely breathtaking and full to the curious eye, almost unworldly for a being of his caliber to even exist.

“Am I that enchanting that I’ve captured you in this stare, my lady?” He chuckled, breaking the silence you had created momentarily.

“Yes, I would certainly say that for many would die for looks such as yours.”

“Perhaps they would have to.” You looked at him questioningly for such an odd reply. He took your hand, brushing off the look on your face and kissed it again as he did before.

“May I ask, what is your name, mon chérie?”

“I-it’s ___.”

“Ah splendid, I am Hyungwon. Your name is just as lovely as you are.” He flattered. You were mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he held your hand to his lips. He leaned in closer to you guiding your hand to rest on his shoulder. His face grew closer to your left shoulder and he left a small old kiss, the feeling almost electrifying through your body. He moved up towards your neck and breathed in.

“This smell, you are absolutely delightful,” he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss there. Finally, your anticipation running high, his lips were now close to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in, his lips just barely touching yours with a feather-light brush. You fell in deep to his kiss once you finally connected, and you swore your heart was beating out of your chest. Never have you had such an intimate feeling with another, let alone with a man you just met tonight. He was gentle with the first kiss and with the second, but you wanted something more. You found both of your hands holding the back of his neck and you tried to kiss him deeper, yet he pulled away.

He chuckled, “I’m flattered by the notion but I’m afraid it’s getting late. We can save more for another time.” You grew a deep red and wanted to bash yourself for being too forward.

“Come, we’ll get you home.” He kissed you again softly and offered an arm that you happily looped your own into.

“I promise that we will meet again. I will send you a letter as to when and where by night.” He leads you back to your carriage and you to your dismal watched his figure grow smaller into the distance.

It had been only days since the first letter and then days became weeks and weeks become months when you spent more and more time together. You were kept busy by day from all your home lectures and classes that father had given you, endlessly waiting until night when you could sneak out to the gardens or a walk through town with Hyungwon. You never complained that you did not ever go for a stroll when sunlight was out, but you couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia of the first meeting under the moonlight. Plus the moon and stars above comforted you, unlike the bustling busy life the sun brings by day. He never pushed you to do the things you didn’t want to nor did he advance much further in intimacies. All were just soft melting kisses and not much more. You could never suspect why he never wanted to go further but you didn’t dare push for more. He had respected you and your boundaries so you should only do the same for him. You grew to learn more about him, like how much of a gentle and emotional man he was that hid beneath the flirtatious actions. Or how he loved to speak of the unknown world and what yet is still to be offered to the unknowing eye. He was intriguing and still a little mysterious but it gave him a charm that no one else had.

Tonight you were to meet him where you first met as it was the anniversary of that day. Instructions in the note he sent told you to wear what you wore that night and that he’d do the same, only without masks. After you were sure the house was asleep, you escaped through the back window and made your way briskly across town. In a few minutes time, you made it to your destination, Hyungwon’s lean figure in the suit you loved, waiting for you at the entrance. He smiled widely as he always had done and led you in with him to sit.

“Tonight, my love, there is something I wanted to ask of you. Something that I’ve been stuck in thought for a very long time.” He kneeled in front of you, taking a ring off his finger before presenting it to you.

“This is my family crest ring that has been passed down from generation to generation and at this moment I want to ask you. Will you be mine and be the next to carry on this ring’s history with me?” You couldn’t have been more delighted to agree, taking the ring from him and placing it around your ring finger. He leaned up to kiss you gently, but this time with much passion than most.

He pulled away and held both your hands, “There is still one more thing I must show you, however, I need you to promise me to not be alarmed and always trust me.” It was an odd request from him, but surely it wasn’t too big of a secret? After all, you have been together for a whole year with nothing strange to notice.

“I promise.” He looked at you, staring intently and suddenly you saw the glint of his eyes change front the warm brown you loved to a crimson red. You were wrong.

“W-what?” You said, but he didn’t stop there and took your hand and delicately placed a finger in his mouth. You felt the normal rows of teeth that anyone would have and questioned why you were doing this until you felt a sharp tip. You pulled away and he smiled with teeth for the first time you had been with him and saw the oddly elongated canines he had. Now things were starting to come together from the first night until this very moment. Why his body always felt cold, why he never spent time with you during the day, and why the kisses were never anything more. He was a damned vampire that you heard about from the stories your household maid told you as a youngin. He looked at you anxiously with the unfamiliar eyes he had and you were more shocked than scared of him. You had so many questions but the main one was why you couldn’t find a normal gentleman to fall in love with? This is why people made fun of you ___.

Stressed, you closed your eyes and gently rubbed your temple with your fingers.

“So you’re a vampire?”

“Yes.”

“You have color-changing eyes and fangs?

“Yes.”

“Do you drink blood?”

“…yes.”

What were you supposed to think now? Maybe that he never truly did fancy someone like yourself but more what was coursing through your veins? You were hurt more by the possible chance that you wasted time on someone who didn’t really love you to begin with.

“Hyungwon.” You said with a whisper of a voice. “Did you ever once truly show affection for me? Or did you deceive me up until now for only the red that runs through me?” He stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating his answer.

“Yes, I had at the beginning of that night when I had rescued you from that drunkard, but after the dance and the moment we spent out here, I knew it was something more. It was companionship… an intimacy that I craved. I wanted to be more for you, a hero, a part of your life… a part of you. I’m begging you to please stay by my side regardless of what my initial intentions were that night. Please…” his eyes begged you for forgiveness and genuine sorrow spilled from each of his words. He seemed to be telling the truth, only letting his heart open up more to you for who he is. The loneliness in his eyes only spoke truths of the meaning behind those words he tried to convey.

“I…I believe you and I forgive you for all the deception as I can imagine what it would be like in your position. It is hard for me to say that I can’t trust you since I have blindly loved you for this long and you only ever being so gentle with your actions,” you said carefully. He rose to hug you tightly, emotions overwhelming him as he held you close. Hyungwon pulled away and tucked a loose curl behind your ear, being as careful as he always was and has been.

“My love, I would like to make a contract with you. I swear with my life that I will never lay a finger on you, never tempt or to drink from you unless you ask me of it. Even if I’m dying of thirst and hunger, I shan’t harm you. You are more precious to me than my entire being and I don’t want to lose you. Not one strand on your head will be harmed while you are with me.” He looked down at you with such affection and care, each touch of his as floating as the last. Those crimson eyes may not have been the same color as they once were, but they were still of ones of the man you have loved for this short while. You reached up to hold his face in the palm of your hand, softly brushing the high of his cheeks with your thumb. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, placing his own over yours never wanting this moment to end. You leaned up, placing a kiss on his other cheek, then burying your head into his frigid chest now only noticing the absence in the sound that was supposed to keep him animated. He opened his eyes a little and looked down upon you as he spoke, “I suppose this is where I must take you home. It’s only the beginning of the night but I fear my hunger is starting to arise and I do not want to startle you more with what I’ve done already.” He continued to explain to you that as the brighter the moon was and the duller his eyes appeared, it meant he had an immense desire to feed. He didn’t want to ask you for anything more in fear it would drive you away. But you felt like that maybe you should allow him to feed on you. Have it be the first bond and promise of this new remembrance that tied you both closer together.

“Mon amour, why don’t you drink the life from me?” You asked him, still hesitant in your decision.

“Non ma douce, I could not bear seeing you ache. It will sting and I do not know if you could take such pain.” he declined.

“I want it to be a special memory for us. Tonight while we are standing beneath the moonlight as one. I want to be a part of you as much as you’ve longed for in your lifetime. Let me be the one.” He thought about it for a moment and sat down on the stone bench, motioning for you to sit in his lap. You promptly sat down into his embrace and he held you tight, placing the hair that covered your neck aside.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he questioned as he placed fluttering soft kisses of where he was to prick the skin. You nodded but he still was unsure.

“Please, tell me again so I know I’m not dreaming of this moment.”

“Hyungwon, drink from me and make me yours,” you whispered in his ear as you held the back of his head. His lips brushed across the side of your neck before he hummed into it. Your heartbeat raced as you felt the hot breath from his open mouth and felt it dance across your skin. Shortly there was sharp pain as his teeth pierced your skin into your vein eliciting you to cry out. He quickly retracted his fangs, stopping for a moment to rub your back in comfort to let the pain subside before continuing. He began to draw blood from you in small sucks, taking his time to not overdo it but to savor your taste as well. You felt a chill as the warm liquid was reaped from you, it was as if your very life force was being consumed by him. Blackness and blur started to flood your vision as he took his fill, your grip on him loosening as you ran out of strength to keep holding on. He quickly finished, lapping the last droplets from the wounds he made and closing them up. He laid your head across his lap, holding the back of your hand to his cheek, worry written across his face.

“My love, are you alright? I fear that I have taken more than you could handle.”

“I-I’m alright… I think I just need a rest for a minute. “He feared the worse when your once warm hands were nearly as cold as his own and your reply was slow and sluggish, but you assured him that you only needed a good night’s rest and you would be just fine. His eyes were beautifully radiant like the moon that shone behind him and you could only be in awe of how perfect he looked in the light.

“I love you, Hyungwon.” You whispered to him.

“And I love you, forevermore.”

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