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blu-joons · 3 years

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The Return Of Superman ~ Lee Hyukjae

Donghae quickly scanned the studio as he waited for the text from Hyukjae to let him know he’d arrived. All of the boys had organised the studio so your two children could enjoy themselves whilst they rehearsed, creating hubs around the room for the cameras to film too.

“I think that’s him,” Donghae smiled as he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, “he says he’s just pulled up into the car park and that he has two very excited children with him.”

They all sat down and waited in anticipation as two cameramen walked in first, standing either side of the door. Jeongsu grabbed the cardboard cut outs they’d been handed to hide the cameramen with, placing them in front of the two of them, pulling down the holes that the cameras would sit in.

Their smiles soon grew as they heard two excitable giggles coming down the corridor, slipping out of their father’s hold when they realised where they were. The two of them both stopped as they reached the door, trying to pick out which of their father’s bandmates to run to first.

A few moments later, Hyukjae appeared too with several bags in his hands of toys to entertain his children. No one could have been mistaken for thinking he packed up the whole nursery to make sure they had the things they’d like with them.

“How much are you regretting this idea?” Shindong teased as he walked over to help Hyukjae out.

“I thought it would be alright to look after the two of them, but it’s only been a few hours and I’m already missing Y/N.”

He couldn’t sit down quick enough whilst Kyuhyun and Ryeowook began to entertain his son and daughter, finally taking a moment to catch his breath. He didn’t care if cameras were filming him, caring for two kids was absolutely exhausting for him.

It didn’t take long before Heechul was beside him, stretching his long legs out. “I’d love to know what went through your head when you thought you’d be able to care for the two of them.”

Watching them now with their uncles, his children seemed like absolute delights, but little did they all know what nightmares they could be at home. It took three attempts to get them out the house that morning, and even that was a good day for them.

“How about we swap for the day, I’ll do Knowing Bros and you can do this, they always behave for you,” Hyukjae groaned.

“You’ve clearly not worked with Hodong and Soogeun.”

“They can’t be as bad as those two, surely.”

As soon as he spotted the cameras, Jeongsu stood up and went over to your two children, “how about we find something to play with whilst daddy dances.”

The boys being around him was a welcome relief for Hyukjae, he’d already text you several times since you left that morning for a few days trying to figure out what to do. He’d bitterly underestimated how difficult the job was going to be.

“Why can’t we dance with you?” Your daughter asked him, folding her arms across his chest, “daddy has been teaching us some dances.”

“But doesn’t this look so much more interesting,” Jeongsu suggested, holding up the board game Siwon had brought.

Her head quickly shook, pointing across at Shindong who was beginning to set up the music. As much as he wanted to say no, the cameras were watching him, and Jeongsu knew there was no chance he could be filmed denying the two of them.

“How about this, we do one dance, if you dance better than daddy, we can all go out for dinner, but if you’re worse, you have to go home with daddy without us,” he offered.

“Being at home with daddy is rubbish without mummy,” you daughter blushed, quickly covering her mouth as a gasp came from Jeongsu.

“Don’t let daddy hear you say that.”

Ever since the two of you fell pregnant with your son, your eldest, the boys had been incredibly supportive of you both. They knew how hard it was on Hyukjae especially to balance fatherhood and his career, but he tried his best to meet the middle point.

Before Jeongsu had chance to speak again, he watched on as your daughter filled your son in with what he was doing. Jeongsu crept over to Hyukjae with a coy smile on his face, who quickly picked up on the fact that something was going on.

“How do you fancy a dance battle with your children?” Jeongsu asked him, shooting a glare across at Heechul who sniggered beside him.

“Do I even want to ask how you’ve managed to organise this?” Hyukjae asked, to which Jeongsu quickly shook his head. “There best be a good outcome in this for me, do you know how many hours they beg to learn Super Junior routines?”

Ryeowook and Kyuhyun were already back with your son and daughter, training them through the routines, making sure they knew every step. As much as he wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep, Hyukjae couldn’t let his children down.

“I guess I should go and warm up,” he sighed, pulling Donghae to one side to help him whilst the rest of the boys went over to your children. “Remind me to never underestimate how much effort Y/N puts into being a mother.”

Donghae smirked as Hyukjae began to stretch out, resting a supportive hand against his best friend’s shoulder. All of the boys were sceptical when Hyukjae suggested featuring on The Return of Superman, none more so than Donghae, who knew how much he’d struggled.

He smiled softly, “if you want to get an easy night, I suggest doing everything you can to lose this. Jeongsu’s stitched us up by bribing the kids to a night with all of us too.”

“That means I’d have eight babysitters for the night, that sounds like a dream.”

Donghae’s eyes rolled as the corners of Hyukjae’s mouth turned up into a smile. Whilst all of them adored being around your children and entertaining them, seeing Hyukjae struggle was more entertaining than anything else to all of them.

After a few minutes Jungwoon called across the studio to let the two of them know the children were ready for battle. Jeongsu had rolled their sleeves up and given them sweatbands to wear, helping them to really feel the part.

“I can’t believe this is going to air on television,” Hyukjae cried out as both his kids ran over to hug him. “Try not to show me up too much,” he warned them both, pressing soft kisses to the tops of both their heads.

“Uncle Kyuhyun said we have to play dirty to beat you.”

An innocent smile appeared on Kyuhyun’s face as Hyukjae glared up at him with a shake of his head. “When the cameras are off Uncle Kyuhyun will pay for that. We don’t battle harshly; we battle fairly like mummy and daddy taught you.”

Shindong walked over to the stereo, glossing over several of the tracks that had been recorded over the years until he found the one the kids had wanted.

The rest of the members all gathered behind the children to cheer them up, with the exception of Jeongsu who stood in front of everyone, staring across at one of the hidden cameras.

“The dance battle of the year,” he cheered, “let’s see if Y/D/N and Y/S/N will have to try and force a smile through a night with their daddy, or whether they’ll be actually able to enjoy themselves by spending the night with their favourite uncles.”

“Stop presenting!” Your son yelled, throwing his arms up in the air, “can’t we just get on with dancing?”

“Sorry Y/S/N…let’s dance!”

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9ateez-multiau-bot · 4 years

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The Rescue pt2

Sacrifice comes easy to those with little to lose.

Tw: drug taking, knives, stabbing

All that was left to do now was get NCT up to speed and rescue Ash. Well, easier said than done. Leaving the office floor and making the journey to the renowned 10th floor of SM, Hyerin knocked on the door, a smirk on her face as she stood face to face with Johnny. He was a lot more built physically than she remembered, and was there always a scar under his brow? His jaw hung open for a moment until he regained his composure, eyes still wide.

"I take it my presence was missed?" He was still for a second, before pulling her into a hug. Gosh it had been a while since he hugged his former training partner.

"Well no shit - what are you doing here? And why have you got blood on you? Who did you kill on your way here?" There was the slightest hint of amusement in his voice as he let her in through the door. Shooting him a wink as she discarded her shirt in favour for the spare one Johnny had handed her, Hyerin simply smiled.

" Well, Lee Hyukjae has a date in hell, that's for sure."

Once the pair had caught up, it was time to talk rescue plan. All 23 of NCT were gathered in the meeting room, listening as the Golden Girl of SM explained her plan. At the mention of Juliet drops, the eldest of NCT stared, wide eyed and Hyerin chuckled. Death didn't scare her, and it was designed to be long lasting but temporary. She'd be okay.

Meeting over, Yuta caught on to the way Johnny watched their old training partner. "Dude, now is not the time to be reigniting old feelings. That was 9 years ago."

"I know, it's just...she really has changed, huh?"

Rolling his eyes, Yuta stood up and walked into their stocks room. The Juliet drops had been untouched since their creation; no true reason for them to needed ever came up. Until now. Packing them in their own briefcase, he brought them to Taeyong, who was getting a weapons inventory brief from Jeno. When the leader of the 23-large Mafia saw the case, he sighed.

"She's really going to use them?"

"Pretty damn dead set on it. She should only need one for herself."

"Very well. Call Dongyoung, we're going to do this today. "

And the call was made.

Piled into separate vehicles, by subunits, NCT with Hyerin included travelled to the location Hyerin had been given by Yeosang. Holding that conversation by those few precious seconds paid off. It was a lot more...stereotypical than the group expected, but there was little time to be debating over what a Mafia location should look like. Ash's life was in danger.

When they had arrived and gathered a way down the road, they turned to her. "What am I, project leader?" Nods all around. "Well then... Haechan, Mark, I want you with the dreamies taking care of the entrance; you all are the quickest.. Sungchan and Shotaro are with me and 127; we'll be finding Ash and dealing with any extra body weight, we're the most experienced with combat . WayV are the most adept in the air, they'll be going in from the roof and making sure there isn't any traps above us. Understood?"

No wonder she was part of the leadership team.

Everyone understanding their positions, they moved out. Once the dreamies had created a path from the entrance and started dealing with technical elements, 127 and WayV got a move on. It was empty for the most part - they were probably out on some task - apart from the odd Stray witness they had to subdue. Jaehyun had located Ash's room first, and 127 - Hyerin included - lined the corridor surrounding it.

It was now or never.

"Taeyong, give me the Juliet drops." Said male snapped his haid to face her, blinking in disbelief.

"We've found her, there's no need Hyerin. Come on..."

"Think about it 'Yong, if they get here and she's gone, they'll raise hell. Now hand them over." Her hand out demanding the bottle, Taeyong reluctantly placed it a water bottle in her hand. With a deep breath, Hyerin emptied the pills - each and every one - into the bottle.

" Hyerin what the fuck?!"

"Johnny, relax. I'll only need a sip. Now get in there and get Ash." She was just too confident for her own good. Holding his words back, Johnny - accompanied by Yuta, Jungwoo and Taeil - made their way inside, grabbing anything that could be of worth while Johnny brought Ash out with him. Hyerin took a single look inside, to ensure that there was nothing else, when she heard it.

"Well, well, hello miss 'Golden Girl'" Fuck...

"Get out of here, all of you!!" Jimin's words alerted Hyerin at a faster pace than she had ever expected, and now that Ash was secure, she could focus on the one getting her attention. Arm on her shoulder, Yuta looked to her with pleading eyes.

"Hyerin, let's just go. We've got her."

Stubbornness was going to kill Park Hyerin, whether it was sooner or later.

"I've already prepared it, might as well use it." She reasoned, an indifference lacing her voice. Finally tired of dealing with the resurgence of old feelings, Johnny pulled her to the side, an urgency in his movements.

" Hyerin, please, I can't lose you a second time. You know... You knew how I felt. "

" Of course I knew, Johnny. I always knew. If you still love me now, you'll let me do this. OK?"

"... Fine."

Dejectedly letting her go, 127 began to leave the building, Johnny staying behind just to make sure she was okay.

" How noble of you, dear Hyerin. Want to take dear Ash's place?" In everything holy, was Hyerin glad she was a trained conwoman.

" Yes. Isn't someone physically fit and a lot more suited to this lifestyle a better choice? What exactly does she offer you?" The raise in Jimin's brow made her inwardly smirk. He was actually considering it.

"You're seeing the bottle in my hand, aren't you? All I need to do is take a sip, and I'll be unconscious long enough for you to do what you please~"

"Well, start drinking then."

'No...'

Determined, Hyerin popped the cap open and took a sip. It was a lot stronger than she realised. A hell of a lot stronger. Vision already blurring together as she swayed on her feet, Jimun chuckled and walked over, his hands wrapping around her waist and landing on her butt. Breath hitching and with the last part of her consciousness, Hyerin shoved the older male off her and proceeded to down the entire bottle, wiping her mouth as she threw it to the floor.

"HYERIN!" "YOU BITCH"

Instantly, both males reacted, reaching for the now unconscious woman on the floor. Moving just that second faster, Johnny clutched Hyerin in his arms, eyes quivering as he held her lifeless body in his arms.

"Dammit... Hyerin, why'd you go and take so many in one go?!... I'm not losing you, I'm not fucking losing you this time. Not like this..." The condescending hum that came from the other man in the room arose an unmatched fury in the brunet. Eyes blazing with anger, Johnny charged at Jimin, blade in hand as he easily overpowered the shorter male.

Maybe it was overkill, but Johnny had stabbed the third youngest of BTS a total of 30 times in the chest and abdomen. Only when a familiar shout from Ten did he snap out of it, discarding the knife and picking Hyerin up as he ran out of the building. The blood coating his clothes was a mere afterthought; it didn't matter right now. Once they had reached their vehicles, he set her in his lap, vision stained with tears as he observed her features, her usual cheeky grin replaced with a still nothingness. Any warmth in her skin was muted, almost unnoticeable.

Since 127 were the ones with Ash and Hyerin, they split off from the other subunits (who returned back to the dorm) and made their way to the Twilight Cafe, Taeil in the driving seat. Hesitating, Johnny kissed Hyerin's forehead and brushed her hair out of her face, a single tear falling from his eyes. Testament to her not truly being dead, Hyerin seemed to imitate him, a tear falling from her eyes.

"I've got a message from Jungwoo, they're nearly here!" Yeosang and Yunho sighed in relief as they removed their headsets, limbs sore from maintaining a communications line with NCT. The location hadnt been doing them any favours, that was for sure.

The doors to Twilight burst open, the members of NCT rushing in and laying Ash on one of the corner sofas. Seonghwa stood there, silent but with a face streaked with tears as he took in the state of his girlfriend.

"Thank you..just, thank you." Shaking Taeyong's hand, the older male nodded, before his face became solemn. Wooyoung and San had caught onto the change of expression and got out of their seats.

"Where's Hyerin Noona..? What happened to her?"

The remaining members of NCT shared a worried glance, before letting their tallest walk forward, the very woman in question in his arms, corpse-like. San brought his hand to her forehead and gasped when he made contact.

" Stone cold...."

All the members of Ateez - including Seonghwa, who had been at his lovers side - looked over in horror. She couldn't be...could she? Before Hongjoong could come for their necks, Taeyong pulled him to the side, trying to explain how Juliet drops worked to a leader who was ready to empty his gun into each and every one of them.

"...we just didn't think she'd take all 50 of them. It's powerful enough with just a single dose."

"So Hyerin is effectively in a deep set coma? And because of her reckless behaviour, no one has an estimate of when she'll wake up?" Hongjoong asked, hints of anger and fear seeping through his voice. Hyerin made up the leadership trio; it was incomplete without her input. Exhaling, he walked over to Johnny and looked him dead in the eye.

"Bring her to the infirmary, we'll keep her on a drop until she awakes."

"Can do. Just, can you-" Before Johnny could finish his sentence, Jongho had spotted how his hands held the 22 year old.

"Johnny hyung, what's with the way your hands are placed?"

"What about them..?"

"She's got a boyfriend, who's scared shitless - for good reason, of course - and I don't think Noona would want to lead you on. Just letting you know from now" Jongho shrugged, picking Hyerin from his arms and taking her to the infirmary.

As the maknae of Ateez laid his Noona down, he frowned. 'How could you be so reckless? You're scaring us...'

Back in the cafe, Yuta sighed as he whispered to Johnny, "I told you bringing back those feelings weren't a good idea. Let's go, we should give them their space."

With that, Yuta indicated to Taeyong and the group swiftly made their leave. Not without one longing glance from their second eldest.

Gathered together, the eight remaining members were quiet, not wanting to say anything that'd upset them further. Seonghwa excused himself, hand out towards his traumatised girlfriend. Not that he expected her to take it, but a crack of a smile formed when she agreed to follow him into the inner lobby.

"So it's done now... It's finally over."

[Beep....Beep....]

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suju-icons · 7 years

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chokiswa · 3 years

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devilsuju · 4 years

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iconsofkpop · 7 years

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝ I’ve an eternity with you ❞

Plot: You’re Super Junior’s manager and all of you are vampire. But you and Yesung hate each other so Lee Sooman puts both of you in the same house. With the time both start to develop feelings and in the end he can’t stand the situation anymore and tells the truth.

Pairing: YesungxReader

Genre: Vampire!Au

Words count: 5,3k+

For our cutie @vintage-misery16, (FINALLY!!) I hope you like it! - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

The screen in front of you illuminated part of your face, while your mood became more and more black at every second that passed.

You had specified to not reveal anything about the new project, indeed you had forbidden the most inclined to let slip information to literally keep their mouth shut. And yet there he is, on the screen, with his smile that openly challenged your impositions.

You never knew how it was possible that Yesung was still alive after all that time. His voice sounded faintly in your ears when you took your headphones off, getting out of the door like a fury ready to sink your teeth into someone's flesh.

It had become unbearable to endure that man, his never-ending challenges, his faking to be a little angel when everyone knew how swaggering, arrogant and bad he was to the others.

When the members of the group continued to attribute that behavior to the fact that he had undergone the transformation recently, you kept repeating that no, Kim Jongwoon, was a devil already before becoming a vampire.

The transformation wasn't an event that happens at all. More than five hundred years ago there had been a war and no one knew how, but some soldiers had developed a particular gene. All kept assuming that they had been experiments, covered by the Government, which had resulted in untoward results. The fact that some soldiers had become "vampires", feeding on the blood of their comrades blinded by a violent thirst, could only be attributed to some kind of experiment. It wasn't possible that the human population, suddenly, became a species of herd of hungry animals without control.

With the passing of centuries, the remaining humans - or those who didn't carry the gene - and the vampires had learned to live together, although the mutated population still had some difficulty in keeping their canine safe in their own mouth.

And here you are, that you had undergone your transformation at only 16 years. Yes, all were born as mere human beings, without worries if they had within themselves the mutant gene. The age in which the change often occurred was in the twentieth; seldom it happened before. And it was this that surprised your parents, completely human, when they saw their daughter completely healthy become a monster.

And it had been that the day when, after being kicked out of your own house, a gentleman with a kind appearance (perhaps too much, you would have begun to think after a few years) welcomed you into his home, gave you an instruction and everything that a person could even want. It was the 1940 and your immortal life began.

"DAMN IT!"

Your scream resonated inside the studio, the cameramen immediately closed the transmission and you could hear, thanks to your abilities, the amused giggles of Heechul and Kangin, in the farthest corner of the room. When Lee SooMan, the kind man who saved your life more than 70 years earlier, decided that you would be the most appropriate person to follow Super Junior, you never thought about how wrong that idea was.

Your relationship with the group members was perfect, except with one. You had driven every single transformation, making them aware of what was going on and helping them control their most ruthless impulses. They were famous for being one of the few groups entirely "supernatural" of the world music scene, perhaps even for this were so followed. The different was well liked (and you wondered how it was possible that homosexuality was still a taboo in Korea), especially if it was represented by 13 perfect, sensual and talented boys.

Jongwoon was your Achilles' heel. You couldn't stand him, and he couldn't stand you if he could have bled you with one bite.

"Now she kills him," murmured Hangeng, knowing that this time they couldn't save their bandmates, "perhaps he deserves it," Hyukjae added and the only one who snorted was Heechul, who kept protecting his friend despite his continual mistakes.

The sound of your heels on the marble of the floor resonated until you stopped before your goal, forcefully pushing your forefinger against his chest knowing that you wouldn't intimidate him. It was practically impossible to do it with him.

"Listen to me," you'd say between your tight teeth, pushing your finger more forcefully and he made two steps back because of your strength, "when I say one thing, you have to obey. I'm your damn manager, can you figure that out?"

"To be an old lady of almost ninety you have strength," he gave you a smirk and your patience was again put to the test, "Do you practice by chance?"

An annoyed sigh left your lips, "Jongwoon, don't joke with the fire. You're a vampire, but you can hurt yourself too," you deadly whispered, moving away and leaving the studio with same violence with which you entered. And as you expected, Kim Jongwoon hadn't been scratched by your performance.

~ ~

The smell of the blood in the glass had sickened you, despite your smile didn't disappear from your face. The blood produced by the companies that had found their gold mine in supplying the vampires always had a taste too strange for you. Too metallic, too fake. You didn't feed on human blood for more than half a century, and even though there were, by now, many remedies to that little problem, from time to time your mind and your thirst were so attuned that it was a torture resisting the impulse to sink your canine in the neck of someone.

The steps outside your office, or rather at the end of the corridor, warned you that someone was about to enter and a few minutes after the one you wished to avoid seeing, settled in the armchair that you usually used in the late hours to relax our body after a tiring day.

"Still having problems with Jongwoon, mh?"

"Sooman-Nim, I.."

"You two force myself to take extraordinary measures, Y/N," he hummed filling with blood a glass, drinking it in a single sip and then approaching your desk. His intimidating aura was so different from how you remembered it. If you could you avoid staying in the same room with him for more than five minutes. The kind and sweet man you had known dozens of years before was almost completely disappeared, or perhaps simply it had always been a façade. Or the business had changed him so much that you could hardly recognize him. "What.." Your voice was hesitant, while you engaged your hands to fix some documents in front of you, "What do you think you do??"

"Pack your things, you're going to leave tonight."

That news made you open wide your eyes, while a strange sensation made your way inside you and promised that nothing good would happen. With a sigh, you nodded and when he stepped out of your office, you followed him in a complete silence imagining that that was the end of your career as a manager. Who knows what that demon said to your boss (and father if for that matter) to get you fired.

The hallways were quiet, it was so late that no one had stayed in that maze of offices, but Sooman's regular breathing kept reminding you that there was someone next to you. Vampires didn't need to breathe, but it was something that soothed humans. Seeing your breasts get up and down, feel your breath when you vampires crashed your lips with theirs in a burst of passion, every little gesture soothed the human mind.

It was different for you. Breathing brought with it the ability to feel the scents, the flavors on your tongue, it was something magical that you kept still in your memories.

Only after walking for five minutes you both came out of the building, where a car was waiting in the driveway. You didn't know if the vehicle was for you, for Sooman or for both. But when the door opened and your worst nightmare went down, you knew it was there for you.

"W-what??"

"Jongwoon has already packed his things. As you see you're both very happy with my decision, " sarcastic Sooman approached the luxurious machine, giving a vigorous pat on the shoulder to a bored and visibly infuriated Jongwoon, "I hope you can smooth out your differences in this way."

The confusion continued to reign in your head, but always in silence, you followed the man in the car and you leaned your head against the window once the vehicle began to start. The only presence of that arrogant provoked in you the most inconvenient reactions.

The profile of your apartment stood in front of you after ten minutes, the choice of living near the company had proved useful due to the amount of work you had every day, so without saying a single word to the other occupant of the car, you went out and with suffering spirit you headed to your room, after entering the bright and especially warm apartment.

Your suitcase was on the bed and you started to go back and forth from your closet trying not to wrinkle your clothes too much. You loved the order, the cleanliness and that things had their own space, without too much trouble. Your soul was already damned, it was what you kept repeating for years, you preferred to keep your "human" life relatively quiet.

"So this is your house, wow."

"No one has given you permission to enter."

"Why? From today we'll be roommates, what is yours will be mine. "

Forcefully you'd close the suitcase, trying not to jump on him and biting him, opening the upper hinge in order to insert your laptop and the loader. Your footsteps on the floor were delicate, despite the heels you wore, and you moved to the room as a dancer moves on stage. Graceful and perfect. Jongwoon had always thought that you were too perfect to be a damned like all of them and it was perhaps the reason why he couldn't be nice to you. You were too much, he kept feeling at the lowest rung of a social ladder that suppressed him. The fact that you were Lee Sooman's daughter, then, worsened things. But he could hardly deny that you had an ethereal beauty.

"Done? If you keep this way, I'll age ten years, " he mumbled bored, tightening his arms to his chest and feeling to be worn when you crossed him, beating his shoulder forcefully with yours. Ethereal, graceful but also lethal, that particular always made him smile.

You watched one last time your apartment, your little private space that needed to distract your thoughts from the difficulties that being a vampire behaved, coming out with a sigh from the huge wooden door direct towards the car. The driver took your suitcase, managing to get a little smile and you entered the vehicle without even waiting for Jongwoon to arrive. You had decided, once discovered thanks to his words what was going to happen to both, that you would totally reset the contacts with him. You didn't have to talk to him, conversing and spending your time with him. Same house, but you would have used every grain of your willpower to keep him away from you.

He entered the car and it finally started to drive to any place your dear "Daddy" had chosen for you, letting the mood of both darkened the atmosphere.

"We're on hiatus, both."

"WHAT?" The saliva blocked in your throat, almost choking you, but you immediately drove out that feeling, looking at him as if he was the cause of your every problem, which had a bottom of the truth. "What do you mean by hiatus?"

"Are you deaf by chance? Or stupid? You know what it means, grandma. "

"Jongwoon, don't star--"

"Shut up, I need to rest, Sooman keeps me fast for two days because of our last bickering," he silenced you and turned his face towards the window, closing the conversation even if you hadn't finished.

Hiatus, it meant that you'd be stuck in that house with him all the time because you were sure you wouldn't have the slightest permission to leave.

The torture was about to begin.

~ ~

"Have you seen my hair band?"

"Even if I had seen it, I wouldn't tell you," he chuckled continuing to read the paper and you would raise your eyes to heaven, puffing nervously. His child attitudes were something you really couldn't bear, they created in you the worst murderous instincts you had to keep in every way.

"Thank you anyway."

You walked away from the kitchen, returning to look for your hair band. You had others, but they were buried in your suitcase, and even four days had passed, you couldn't unpack it. You continued to hope in the good soul of your paternal figure to be able to get you out of that condition.

Jongwoon did practically nothing. He fed himself, occasionally he had fun cooking human food to annoy you -the smell slightly sickened you- and the music that came from his room could be heard in every corner of the house because of the volume. A child, he behaved exactly like a child.

"Here it is," Jongwoon appeared next to you, handing out the black band you were looking for from whole minutes, waiting for you to grasp it, "Isn't that what you were looking for?"

You nodded quietly, shaking the soft fabric of the object in your hand and prevented the corners of your mouth from rising upward. You would never give a smile to that horrible being, as you kept naming him with your best friend every night. The music from his room changed, even when he was downstairs he was quieter with a background of his favorite music, turning into a ballad that sounded familiar to you despite not being able to recognize it. Yet it was pleasant, one of the few choices you could really appreciate.

"Y/N?"

"Thank you for the hair band, sorry I was distract.."

"Do you want to dance??" He handed you, his expression always emotionless but his eyes were brighter than usual. You hated him, but you loved dancing and that song almost seemed to call you so ignoring the screams of your mind to not accept his request, you rested your hand on his and he gently clasped it. You would never have believed that he could have such a delicate touch, but he made you believe it when with so much prudence he placed his other hand on your side and drew you to himself. Your bodies were close but they couldn't touch each other and for this you were grateful, so you both started to move your feet in perfect synchrony by waving for the living room as if you had wings under your feet. His grip was strong, his hand covered totally yours and the one that he kept resting on your side was delicate, but he managed to drive your every movement to perfection. You could feel his touch from under the silk robe that you wore, almost burned that small portion of skin but you didn't care about it. The touch of another vampire always had a similar effect, you didn't have to worry about it that much.

The time seemed to stop around you and only when the electronic beat of an EDM song echoed for the house you remembered what you were doing, moving away to each other. "Thank you," you whispered before disappeared up the stairs, looking refuge between the walls of your bedroom.

Once you enter you lean against the door, managing to still feel his warmth on your side. As if his hand was still resting against your flesh.

"You forgot the band downstairs."

His voice behind your door made you jump, but you wouldn't trigger the lock. That moment of intimacy, the music in the background, the perfection of which he seemed to move without making any effort, all the whole had a strange effect on you and you would have waited the next day to be able to face him. Maybe because of that Jongwoon, that strange and nice kind version of him was kind and you.. You liked him.

A furious banging against your door suddenly woke you up and with fatigue you watched the alarm clock next to you, noticing that it was only four o'clock in the morning. As anger began to boil even inside you, you would get out from the bed and open the door you let someone fall on the floor of your room. Your gaze rested on the figure still standing in the hallway, Heechul, and then on the one on the floor that gasped in an attempt to breathe.

"What the heck..?"

"Sorry Y/N-SSI, sometimes I also lose control because of this jerk," the eldest of the two apologized, giving you an amused smile while you noticed the blood on his knuckles. "Oh shut Up, Hyung," Jongwoon gasped and in an attempt to stand up he grasped your arm, so you found yourself having to help him.

Effortlessly you put him in an upright position, quickly passing your arm under his armpit to be able to support him since he didn't seem very stable on his own legs.

"Can you care to explain me, Chul?"

"The jerk has almost bitten a girl earlier and you know it's something I can't stand."

"So you came out, you ugly asshole? I'm confined here and you can go out?" You hissed, passing Heechul and direct to his room. With a kick you opened the door, starting to drag him and throwing him on the bed without much care. You would have preferred that Heechul had done some worse damage, some damage that even a vampire takes more than a few days to heal.

"Y/N, he escaped, neither of you is allowed to leave. How is cohabitation?? "

"Horrible, unlivable, heavy."

A whistle of appreciation came behind your shoulders but you ignored it, you weren't in the mood to joke with what you considered one of your dearest friends, starting to strip the boy on the bed.

"So that's what you wanted?" he asked with a lopsided smile, feeling your hands on his body, but you shook your head and took off the blood dirty jeans letting them fall on the floor.

"In your dreams, you prick. Now try to sleep, tomorrow you'll be good. "

You walked away from him and you turned walking toward the door, where Heechul was waiting for you. "Thank you," it was a whisper but you both could hear it, so you closed the door without answering. He didn't deserve it, just as he didn't deserve that strange and unhealthy concern that had gripped your heart when you saw him dripping with blood on the floor of your room.

~ ~

"Good morning," the greeting of Jongwoon went empty because you would lay your empty cup and leave the kitchen without even saying goodbye. And this provoked his annoyance, like everything you did in the rest. Deeply Inhaling he followed you and without delicacy slammed you against the wall, closing every way out and letting his body towering on you. He smelled clean, the few scratches he had on his face had disappeared and his gaze emanated that ounce of danger that capitulated every single fan. They loved Yesung for that, but without knowing Jongwoon.

"What do you want?"

"You're fucking polite. If I give you a good morning, I'm asking for an answer. "

"I pretend I didn't wake up at four in the morning by a blood-covered jerk, but my claims are never respected, " you answered sarcastically and his eyes darkened, the iris began to turn and that docile dark color was slowly becoming the scarlet red that characterized the novices. "I pretend that you don't get killed and then soil my floor with blood. I pretend you're more responsible. You were going to attack an innocent girl yesterday," The tension was high among you two, you could feel it even on your skin so much was high, but that wouldn't have prevented you from saying what you had to tell him, "Jongwoon you must be careful. I know what that means, we all know. We know the feeling of thirst, the treacherous burning that sticks your throat in the worst moments and the control that slowly leaves your body. We know it, but you also are a public figure.. You can't let yourself go. "

His face was unmoved, no emotion outlined those usually so kind lines when he was with the other boys and you sighed, trying to move him away by pushing your hands on his chest. But even though you were stronger and older than him, your efforts were totally vain.

"Jongwoon, let me go."

"You have to stop making the haughty girl, Y/N. Not because you were born before me, it means you know more things than I do. I know how to control myself, so I don't need your rhetoric. "

He walked away, raising his hands to heaven and smiling with sarcasm he disappeared up the stairs. Leaving you with that same concern felt a few hours earlier, feeling that didn't seem to want to leave you for no reason. And it was at that moment that you realized that something was changing and maybe not for the better.

~ ~

"Ehi, take this," You handed him a cup full of blood and he arched his left eyebrow, trying to conceal the surprise that your gesture had provoked.

After the incident with Heechul had passed two months, two months full of oppressive silences but moments of calm and tranquility where you were even able to converse from time to time. And in those weeks, closed in the same house with him without being able to use the work as an excuse to distract yourself, you had begun to develop feelings for him.

At first, it was something related to concern. You were worried he could get in trouble. Slowly it had turned into affection because when you watched him even from afar, you didn't feel the feeling of annoyance that had been your companion for more than three years. Maybe the disgust was the cover for something more, you didn't know. But with the passing of days, you were astonished to live better the days with him, to smile more and to be kinder to him.

"I don't drink artificial bloo--"

"It's mine."

The newspaper fell with a little puff onto his legs and his eyes wide open made you realize that he was upset. Rarely did another vampire offer his own blood, but you knew how much he struggled with the artificial one and found difficult to resist the impulse of drinking the human ones. You protruded the cup towards him, then sighing when he didn't squeeze it and rested it in his hand, closing his fingers on the smooth surface of the cup.

"Drink Woon, you know you have to feed," you order, giving your back and returning from the direction you came from.

"Y/N; It's your damn blood. "

"So?"

He followed you, after resting the cup on the table, grasping your wrist and inspecting the two holes on the delicate skin that were already healing with speed. He stroked with his thumb one of the two holes, trying to figure out what was that confusion that was quickly blurring his head.

"I can't drink it, it's your bloo--"

"You already said it, it's not important.. It's just blood."

"It will make me dependent on you, Y/N," he emphasized that information with contempt and despite you kept thinking of not having a soul, you felt hurt by his words. Almost he was disgusted by that thought, to be in some way tied to you. You tried to hide at best what his words had provoked and rested your other hand on his you rid effortlessly from his grasp. No sudden gesture, no sarcastic response. You didn't feel the strength to fight with him, especially because now on your part there were feelings that you were struggling to manage.

"I'm sorry, I hadn't thought about it. You can avoid drinking it, I don't want to cause you any more problems. "

The rustle of your slippers was the only thing that he heard shortly after, you disappeared in a second and only your scent remained with him. He could perceive it, as if you were still beside him, giving slowly to his head. The confusion became even more persistent and he spent the rest of the day closed in his room, seeking the answer to those questions that kept nagging him.

It was two at night when he decided it was time to go out and be able to find something to eat in the fridge, he would even swallow liters of artificial blood to smooth out the thirst that was tormenting him.

The music struck him when he began to descend the stairs, a sweet but sad melody came from the living room and the notes resonated for the house making it as desperate as the song he heard. In small steps he approached the room, noticing you sitting on the stool while sliding your fingers with mastery on the black and white keys of the piano. He had never heard something so beautiful but sad at the same time and would never say that you knew how to play so well. No one knew because you never played before the others. You sister taught you, that same sister who had repudiated you once you became the vampire you were.

You sighed as you observed how your fingers were getting married with those keys, without noticing the presence behind you that kept observing you totally kidnapped by your beauty. And that vision, you so irresistibly perfect under the light of the moon, erased altogether the confusion of those hours.

Jongwoon knew what happened to him and hated himself for making it happen. Because in his mind you were too perfect for someone broken like him.

"Oh, I didn't notice you," you murmured by blocking your fingers on the keys after you turned towards him, "I didn't want to wake you up with the music, sorry.."

"Go to hell, Y/N."

He walked away from the living room under your astonished look but this time you wouldn't let it run, you thought your relationship had slightly improved. And instead, he was acting like an asshole as always.

The floor beneath your feet was cold, but you would welcome that feeling with pleasure, and you could stop him just as he was about to get out of the main door. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Let me go Y/N before I can't respond to my actions!"

"NO, NOW YOU TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU GET!" Your screams were high, but you knew nobody was living nearby so you didn't care much. He freed himself from your grasp and went out, the warm air of the night struck both but you followed him even though you were still barefoot and in a nightgown. "JONGWOON!"

"GO AWAY, Y/N. I CAN'T STAND YOU ANYMORE, THIS COHABITATION HAS TIRED ME."

"I THOUGHT IT WAS IMPROVED. YOU WERE ENE KIND, NOW AND THEN!! "

"YOU'RE MY FUCKING PROBLEM!"

The pain endured during the transformation made less harm than what he yelled at you. You stuck in the middle of the driveway, while he turned and watched you with a short breath. His hands were shaking, even he seemed to be tormented by a tremor that you couldn't explain. But you, inside you, felt a tornado of emotions that were about to make you collapse altogether.

"IT'S YOU, YOU," he pointed his finger at you, at quick steps he came up to you and pressed your wrist lifting upward so you could observe it, "YOU'RE MY PROBLEM. COULDN'T YOU KEEP BEING THE PRICK YOU ALWAYS ARE? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? WHAT!?!? "

"I.. I don't know what you're talking about, you didn't even drink my blood. You were disgusted by the idea.. "

He opened his eyes wide feeling the misery with which your voice was resonated in his ears, by quitting the grip on your wrist that was left inanimate to your side while for the first time, after more than seventy years, hot and unexpected tears began to slip on your cheeks. Vampires could cry, but it was a rare occurrence and you had never experienced it.

"I was disgusted by the idea.. Did you really think this?? "

"Obvious, otherwise why you should have refuse--"

His lips crashed with yours, suddenly silenced you. They moulded on yours, made his own and you started to reciprocate that kiss after a few seconds. His hands slipped along your hips, stopping on your back and drawing you to himself, letting your bodies adhere to perfection. His lips continued to move against yours with passion, almost as he was trying to survive thanks to that kiss and shortly after the tip of his tongue stroked your lower lip, asking for access. You denied it and walked away breathlessly, managing to loosen the grip of his arms on your middle.

"What--what the hell.. Jongwoon.. " You panted, feeling a strange warmth blossoming in your chest and spreading flat for every nerve that your body possessed, "w-why..? "

"I wasn't disgusted by the idea," he started whispering, approaching you again, and with his fingertips, he drew your cheek, stroking your cheekbone and slowly descending towards your jaw, "I was afraid to not control myself if I had tasted your blood.. I was afraid to hurt you. "

"I--I wasn't referring to that.. W-Why did you kiss me..? "

"Isn't it clear why someone kisses a person?" His usual sarcasm stroked his voice, but there was something more. A sweetness that almost dimmed it, which made what he said most affectionate. "I kissed you because these two months have made me understand so many things, but I still think that you're too perfect for me.. For anyone. "

"W-what..?"

"You're really dumb, are you? I like Y/N, it's not hard to understand. "

"Oh....."

Jongwoon smiled, amused by your reaction and without saying anything for the first time he showed his true colors in front of you. He was fragile, so much to evaluate himself inferior to you when in fact you were nothing special.

He smelled like hawthorn and vanilla, something good you thought while resting your forehead against his chest and letting him lull you from that hug, treating the wounds you've been carrying inside you for years. The fear of being abandoned, of not being enough or beloved, had tormented you for years after the refusal of your parents. But that simple hug began to heal what time had failed to cure.

"Y/N..?"

"I like you too," you asserted quickly, after understanding what he wanted to hear, bending your head backward to watch him and a huge smile painted on his lips. You hadn't noticed that you had fed a dependence on his smile, but when his lips stretched out the vise to your stomach squeezed, making you almost melt in his arms. "It was taken for granted, otherwise I wouldn't have kissed you.."

"Or you wouldn't give me your blood."

"That you didn't drink."

"I told you the reason, silly girl."

"Don't mock me!"

"It's so easy, dummy."

You grunted and pinched his side, while in the distance the headlights of a car lit you up and approached more and more. You remained in his arms when the car stopped in front of your driveway and Leeteuk along with Donghae and Heechul went out, starting to whistle at the sight of you two into the arms of each other.

"They will tease us..?"

"Well, Woon.. They have eternity to do it. "

"At least I'll pass it with you, it's not a bad deal this."

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