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summary: Youâre his personal psychiatrist. On the surface, Changmin appears to be a well-mannered, ordinary young man with a spotless public imageâbut beneath that, lies something far more dangerous. Only you and his family know the truth.
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The gate creaked open with its usual slow groan, iron curling like vines, too elegant for the kind of dread it stirred in you now.
You stepped out of your car, heels echoing against the polished marble driveway. The afternoon sky was gray, casting a film of haze over the massive estate.
You rang the bell. No butler.
Just like always.
Instead, the heavy door clicked open after a few seconds. There he was.
Ji Changmin.
White sweater. Barefoot. Smiling. That too-perfect smile, dimples and all, sweet enough to make anyone drop their guard. Almost.
âNoona,â he said gently. âYouâre here early today.â
His voice was calm and sweet, but something about the way his eyes didnât quite match the warmth in his tone made your stomach twist.
âTraffic was lighter than usual,â you answered, keeping your voice steady as always.
He stepped aside to let you in. The house was too quiet. You used to think it was peaceful. Now, it just felt like it was watching you back.
You followed him to his room. Books stacked high, curtains drawn. Cozy. Intimate. Controlled.
He sat on the velvet couch. His legs crossed lazily. Gaze followed you as you set your notebook down and clicked your pen.
âHow have you been feeling this week, Changmin?â
A small pause. Then he tilted his head.
âI missed you,â he said. âThatâs a feeling, right?â
You didnât flinch. Professional. Steady. Calm.
âThatâs not what I meant.â
He leaned forward slightly, his smile widening, barely.
âBut itâs what I meant.â
You cleared your throat. Flipped a page in your notes.
âYou said the intrusive thoughts have been more frequent lately,â you said. âHave you been keeping your journal?â
âMhm,â he hummed. Then slowly reached under a cushion, pulling out a small leather notebook.
He handed it to you.
âI wrote about you,â he said softly, like a secret. âWanna read it out loud?â
You hesitated before opening it.
The first line was dated three nights ago. Your name appeared within the first sentence. Then again. And again.
The sentences bled into each other, messy, manic, poetic:
âShe touches my mind with such gentle hands. I wonder what sheâd look like with her throat bruised by my name.â
âI wanted to hurt someone today. But I remembered her voice. So I smiled instead.â
âIâd kill for her. Iâd die for her. She belongs here, in this house. She should never leave me.â
Your hands tensed. You closed the journal quietly.
âChangmin,â you said carefully, âWeâve talked about boundariesââ
âI know,â he interrupted, eyes dark now. âBut you came here anyway.â
He leaned closer, elbows on knees, watching you the way a predator watches something that still thinks itâs safe.
âMy father trusts you, Noona. Youâre the only one who knows what I really am. And youâre still here. Week after week.â He smiled at you âWhy?â
You said nothing. You didnât move. You couldnât afford to.
âDo you feel sorry for me? Or,â he whispered, âDo you like being mine?â
***
Flashback
It was raining that day. Not heavily, just a soft drizzle that made the world feel muted, distant. You were still a little girl, in your school uniform, your bag bouncing against your side as you walked home through the park like always.
Then you saw him.
A little boy sitting alone on the edge of the slide. Knees pulled to his chest. Bruises on his arms. Dirt on his cheeks. And tears.
So many tears.
You slowed your steps.
Something in youâa quiet instinctâtold you not to just walk past.
You approached him and crouched down slowly.
â⊠are you okay?â
He didnât look up at first. Just sniffled. His knuckles were scraped, and he was clutching a broken toy car like it was a lifeline.
âYouâre hurtâŠâ
You swung your bag off your back and unzipped it, rummaging through your notebooks and snack wrappers until you found the only thing you had: A Hello Kitty bandage.
You peeled it open, gently taking his tiny hand.
âThis oneâs special. Itâs magic,â you said as you gently pressed it over his wound.
That made him finally look up.
Watery eyes. Blank at first. Confused.
Then⊠just the tiniest flicker of relief.
You smiled at him and reached into your other pocket.
âHere you go.â You handed him your pink lollipop, smiling a little. âCandy makes sad things go away⊠it works for me.â
He took it with both hands like it was made of gold.
âWhatâs your name?â you asked.
â...Changmin.â
âNice to meet you, Changmin. Iâm Y/N!â
He blinked up at you, eyes still glassy but curious now.
He looked you over, then tilted his head slightly.
âYouâre tallâŠâ
You smiled, crouching down a bit more so you were at his level.
âIt might be âcause Iâm older! How old are you, Changmin?â
âTen.â
âIâm thirteen. Thatâs only three years! I donât think thatâs a big deal.â
He hesitated, then whispered almost nervously:
âCan we still be friends?â
You grinned, reaching out your pinky toward him.
âOf course! Age doesnât matter for friends.â
He looked at your hand like it was magic, then linked his little finger with yours.
That was all he needed.
âThen⊠youâre my noona,â he said shyly.
You nodded.
âOkay. Iâll be your noona then.â
And from that day on, you were.
He started waiting for you to come on the next day. Everyday.
Every afternoon became a game of hide-and-seek. Your laughter echoed through the park. You never asked about the bruises. He never offered. You played with him, listened to his stories about school, helped him build paper boats, and taught him how to fold cranes.
Little Changmin smiled more when he was with you. He held your hand like it was the only thing grounding him to this world.
Then one dayâŠ
âNoona,â he tugged on your sleeve. âWanna come to my house?â
You hesitated.
âIs that okay?â
âWe have a big piano! Iâll show you. Itâs really pretty. Youâll like it.â
You said yes.
How could you not? He looked so excited.
But he never told his family.
The mansion was cold. Not from temperature, but from the way it made you feel small, uninvited.
A tall, elegant woman in heels met you at the door. His mother.
She was beautiful in the way porcelain dolls are. Cold, sharp, hollow behind the eyes. She looked you up and down. Her eyes flicked over your thrifted uniform, your worn shoes, your simple bag.
âAnd who is this?â she asked coldly.
Little Changmin hesitated. âMy friendââ
âYou brought a girl like this into our home?â she snapped. âHow many times do I have to tell you not to bring stray cats into the house? We donât keep poor things like her around, Changmin.â
You froze. The words hit you like slaps.
Changmin had only bowed his head.
You left quickly after that, muttering a shaky apology even though youâd done nothing wrong.
AndâŠ
That night, the woman never woke up.
You never saw her again.
The news was everywhere at the time. Changminâs family was well-known around here, and you hadnât even realized it. His mother had passed awayâjust a day after you met her.
You heard whispers weeks later. An âaccident,â they said. âTragic.â âUnfortunate.â
You never knew what truly happened.
Until years laterâ
When Changmin, now taller and sharper and infinitely harder to read, stared at you during his sessions. He is one of your patients now.
âShe called you poor,â he said, talking about his late mother.
You nodded slowly. âI remember.â
âI hated her for that,â he said. His voice was calm. Too calm. âSo I made sure she couldnât say it again.â
You hadnât breathed for ten seconds straight.
That was the day you stopped seeing him as just a troubled friend. And started seeing the monster that loved you.
He still has that lollipop wrapper.
He still remembers your touch, your voice, the bandage.
And now⊠youâre his psychiatrist. His secret keeper. The only one who ever showed him what love felt like.
Of course heâd never let you go.
***
His room in the estate was quiet. Too quiet. Curtains drawn. Dustless shelves. Every corner felt deliberately curated. A room made to look lived in⊠but it never felt like anyone actually did.
It was your first time seeing him again after so many years. And somehow, the silence felt heavier because of it.
You sat across from him, your notebook open, pen poised but unmoving.
Changmin leaned back on the velvet couch like it was a throne. Oversized sweater. Hair effortlessly styled. Legs stretched out in quiet defiance. That same eerie, unreadable smile on his lips.
âYou look tired, noona,â he said lightly, tilting his head. âOr is it just awkward seeing me again after so long?â
You glanced at him.
âItâs⊠not awkward,â you said. âJust strange. Youâve grown.â
âDid you think Iâd stay that little boy forever?â
He said it so softly, so calmly, but you felt something sharp beneath the words. He let the silence hang.
âI was sad,â he added suddenly, voice quieter. âWhen you didnât come back.â
Your heart twitched.
He wasnât looking at you anymore. Just at the window, where sunlight bled in like something foreign.
âAfter my mother died⊠I thought you would come,â he said. âEveryone around me talked about the funeral. But all I cared about was the park. I waited there for years.â
He looked like he was about to cry but then he smiled wryly. âI thought⊠maybe you'd forgotten me.â
You stared down at your lap, your fingers tightening slightly.
âI didnât forget,â you said, just above a whisper.
âThen why did you disappear?â
The words werenât angry. Just deeply wounded. And maybe that hurt more.
You breathed in slowly. âI was a little girl. I didnât know how to handle it. The way she looked at meâlike I was nothing. And then I heard what happened, and I got scared.â
His gaze finally returned to you, and for a moment, he didnât look like a patient. He looked like the shadow of the boy you left behind. All grown up, with sharper edges.
âFunny how youâre here now. Not really, though. I made it happen.â Changmin changed the topic.
âWhat?â
âI hadnât seen you in so many years,â Changmin said quietly, his voice laced with something fragile. âI kept wondering how you were⊠if you were okay. I needed to know more. Just knowing your name wasnât enough anymore.â
He let out a small breath, eyes locked on yours.
âSo I asked my fatherâs manager to find your information.â
His smile was soft, sweet even, with those damn dimples that made everything feel like less of a warning.
âWhen he pulled up your file and told me you were a psychiatrist nowâeven if you were still newâI knew it was perfect.â
He paused, watching your expression like he was reading every flicker.
âMy old psychiatrist⊠well, sheâs gone now.â A beat. âShe died, they said.â
There was something off in the way he spoke. Too calm, too rehearsed.
Still, you kept listening, documenting it in your notes with steady hands.
Then Changmin leaned back, gaze never leaving yours, watching too closely, like he was waiting for you to figure something out.
âSo when my father started searching for someone new, I told him exactly who to hire. And just like thatâŠâ He tilted his head. âYou walked back into my life.â
You blinked.
âI insisted. I told him Iâd make things⊠difficult if he didnât get you to be my personal psychiatrist.â
âYou chose meâŠ?â
âI wanted you,â he corrected gently. âOnly you. Even if you were still new. Still unproven. Still afraid. Because noonaâŠâ His voice dropped an octave. A whisper brushing skin. âYouâre the only one who ever saw me and didnât look away. You didnât ask why I was crying. You didnât flinch at the bruises. You gave me your lollipop like it was nothing. You treated me like I mattered.â
A breath snagged in your throat.
âAnyone else⊠they look at me like Iâm broken. But you?â He let out a small scoff. ââŠYou looked at me like I was just a boy.â
He smiled again. Slow. Soft. But his eyes⊠they burned.
âThatâs why it had to be you. It was always going to be you.â
You swallowed hard, pen resting still in your hand.
âBut⊠Iâm not just someone from your past, Changmin. Iâm your doctor now. This is a professional relationship.â
âMmm,â he hummed. âBut thatâs not how I see it.â
âChangminââ
âI see a promise.â
You paused.
âA what?â
He leaned forward. His voice was like silk over glass.
âThat day at the park. When you gave me that bandage, that lollipop⊠when you let me call you noona. You made a promise you didnât even realize.â
You opened your mouth. But no words came.
âYouâre here now,â he said. âYou came back. That means youâre keeping it.â
He leaned even closer.
âDonât break your promise, noona.â
His voice was still sweet. But his eyes?
They said something far, far more dangerous.
***
Present Day
The air in your office at the psychiatric hospital was always a little too cold, even with the sun spilling weakly through the blinds. Still, you found comfort in its sterility, file drawers lined up neatly, clinical white walls, and the familiar scent of tea mingled with hand sanitizer.
Here, you had control. Here, your patients came when scheduled, and your boundaries stayed intact.
Until now.
The knock on your door came soft. Three polite taps.
You didnât look up.
âCome in.â
You expected a nurse. Or maybe a new intake form.
What you didnât expect was him.
Ji Changmin stepped into your office with the same casual ease as if he were walking into his own room. He was dressed in soft neutrals, sleeves pushed up, and that infuriating smile on his lipsâlike this was all perfectly normal.
You stood up immediately, tension climbing your spine.
âChangmin? What are you doing here?â
âI missed you,â he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âYou didnât answer my texts this morning.â
You blinked.
âIâm a bit busy in the morning. You know that.â
He stepped closer, eyes scanning the room with curious eyes, as if taking mental inventory of your life outside his estate.
âI donât like that I only get to see you twice a week,â he said, too calmly. âYou always leave so fast.â
âChangmin,â your voice dropped an octave. âYou are not allowed to show up here without prior permission. This is a boundaryââ
âI didnât come to make a scene,â he interrupted softly, tilting his head. âI just wanted to see you.â
There was no anger in his voice. No raised tone. Just that unnerving, bright-eyed honesty.
Like a child holding a knife and wondering why everyone was so upset.
You took a slow breath, reminding yourself he was still your patient.
âI donât recall giving you permission to visit me here,â you said gently.
âBut this isnât a session,â he said, smiling wider. âIâm not your patient right now. Iâm just someone who missed you.â
You clenched your jaw subtly.
âThatâs not how this works.â
âI know,â he said, voice nearly a whisper. âBut youâre here. And I just wanted to see you in your space.â His voice laced with something possessive. Protective. Dangerous. âYou look more tired when youâre not at the mansion. Are they making you work too hard here?â
âChangminââ You paused. Collected yourself. âYou need to go back home now.â
He stared at you for a moment too long. His expression unreadable.
Then, to your surpriseâŠ
He nodded.
âOkay, noona,â he said sweetly. âBut Iâll see you again soon, right?â
You didnât answer. Just waited.
He stepped out without another word, the door clicking softly shut behind him.
***
It was the very next morning. Your coffee had barely cooled. Notes scattered across your desk, focus struggling to land.
You were reviewing a patient file when it happened.
A knock.
Soft. Deliberate. Just past 11:00 a.m.
Your blood turned cold before you even looked up.
He stepped in.
Ji Changmin.
Again.
âChangmin?â Your voice was sharper this time, your chair scraping back as you stood. âI said not to come here without notice,â you said firmly, keeping your voice low in case anyone passed the hallway. âThis isnât appropriate.â
He just smiled.
âBut I missed you.â
His tone was too bright. Too soft. Like he wasnât already breaking every rule by being here. Again.
âWe have a session tomorrow,â you said tightly. âYou know that. You agreed to the schedule.â
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly.
âSo I only exist to you on Tuesdays and Fridays?â
Before you could answer, another knock tapped on your half-closed office door.
Your heart jumped into your throat.
Dr. Yoon.
Your colleague. A seasoned psychiatrist. And far too observant.
She stepped in halfway, eyes flicking between you and the young man sitting far too comfortably across from your desk.
âOh. Sorry,â she said with a blink. âI didnât realize you had someoneââ
Your pulse skipped. Panic flickered in your chest. You couldnât breathe.
So you spoke quickly.
âAhâthis is my little cousin,â you said, voice light, casual, fake. âHe was just dropping something off for me.â
You lied. You had to. You hated how natural it sounded.
Changminâs family made you his personal psychiatrist with a strict condition:
They didnât want his case to be known. Changminâs father owned a wildly successful business empire, and any news about his sonâs mental illness could ruin the family image. It was written into your contract. Silence. Discretion. Obedience.
Dr. Yoonâs brows lifted, then settled politely.
âOh! Well, nice to meet you,â she said, smiling briefly at Changmin before stepping back. âIâll come by later.â
âThank you,â you murmured.
Changmin said nothing. He didnât even smile.
The door clicked shut again.
And then the silence turned heavy.
You didnât even get to take a breath before you heard it:
âCousin?â His voice was low. Dangerous. âIs that what I am to you?â A pause. âA little cousin?â
There was no sarcasm. No sneer.
Just hurt. But buried beneath it. Something darker. The kind of pain that doesnât cry. The kind that waits.
Your stomach dropped.
You turned to face him, slowly.
âI had to say something,â you said gently. âI canât expose your condition. Itâs confidentialâyour family made it very clearââ
âIâm not ashamed of being yours,â he cut in.
His voice rose, still soft, but sharper. âBut you⊠you act like you are.â
There was no panic in his eyes.
Only betrayal.
You stepped forward, trying to reach him.
âIâm not ashamed of you, Changmin.â
He looked at youâreally looked at youâwith wild, desperate eyes that no longer belonged to the quiet boy in the park.
âThen why hide me?â
âYour fatherâ"
âYou know what hurts more than anything?â he said quietly. âYou were the only person who ever saw me for what I was⊠and didnât run away.â
His voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from fury masked as heartbreak.
âIâm not your little cousin, noona. Donât ever call me that againâŠâ
You felt the threat beneath it, not in his tone, but in the stillness. Like he was adding this moment to a list you didnât know he was keeping.
He was already at the door again when he said, softer this time:
âIf I were anyone else, would you have smiled when you said it?â
The door shut.
And the silence that followed was deafening.
***
The door to Changminâs room in the Ji familyâs mansion creaked open slowly, and you stepped inside with your medical bag hugged to your chest.
He didnât look at you.
Changmin sat on the edge of his massive bed, hoodie tossed aside, black t-shirt wrinkled from either sleep or frustration. Head tilted down. Eyes locked on the floor. The large window behind him bathed him in warm, late afternoon lightâbut there was nothing warm about the energy in his room.
âHeyâŠâ you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. âItâs me.â
Still no reply.
You stepped closer.
âChangmin, Iâm here to do your check-up.â
âDid you bring your little cousin today?â he muttered, voice flat, his gaze locked somewhere else.
Your heart sank.
You placed your bag gently on the nearby table and walked toward him slowly.
âNo,â you murmured. âJust me.â
Silence.
You sat beside him on his bed. He still didnât meet your gaze. Jaw tense, lips tight.
âIâm sorry,â you said quietly. âI shouldnât have called you that yesterday. I panicked⊠and I didnât want anyone to know about your sessions. I was trying to protect you.â
âYou didnât protect me,â he replied coldly. âYou erased me.â
You looked at himâreally looked at him.
And suddenly, you didnât see the man in front of you anymore. You saw the little boy again.
The boy who cried at the park, small bruises on his arms, holding your lollipop like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
You reached and brushing his bangs back with gentle fingers.
He turned his head to you, eyes finally met yours. Burning, resentful, but wet.
âChangminâŠâ you murmured. âDo you remember the first time we met?â
He blinked.
His lower lip trembled slightly.
âYou gave me a lollipop,â he whispered. âAnd you said sweet things make you forget sad things.â
You smiled softly, heart tightening.
âI did,â you said, voice gentle. âYou looked like you really needed one that day.â
His breath hitched.
âIt worked, noona.â He smiled. â⊠but only because it came from you.â
Your lips curved gently. âYou were just a little boy who needed a friend,â you said. âAnd I was happy to be that for you.â
His eyes met yours againâalmost pleading.
âYou still are,â he whispered. âRight?â
You reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a small, pink-wrapped lollipop. The same brand you gave him back then.
He stared.
âJust like before,â you said softly, offering a faint smile. âOnly now⊠Iâm not just a little girl who stumbled upon a crying kid. Iâm someone whoâs staying.â
You placed the lollipop in his palm. His fingers closed around it like it was something sacred.
âEven if youâre mad at me,â you added gently, âIâll still come back later, to see you.â
Changmin stared at the candy for a long moment. Then finally looked up, his expression cracking.
A sharp breath escaped him.
Suddenlyâ
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
You froze. His hands clutched your waist tightly.
ââŠI hate it when you talk like youâre going to leave someday,â he whispered. âPlease donât lie like that again.â
You slowly rested your hand on the back of his head.
âI wonât,â you said. âI promise.â
But deep inside, something twisted in your chest.
Because the more you reassured himâŠ
âŠthe more he refused to ever let you go.
***
The next Tuesday, you returned to the Ji familyâs estate.
Quiet as always, the hallway leading to his wing was immaculately clean, cold in a way no warmth could truly penetrate. You always arrived around the same time for his sessions.
But this time, he was already waiting.
The grand double doors to his room stood open.
And there he wasâChangminâbarefoot on the marble floor, pacing slowly in the foyer outside his room.
You blinked.
âChangmin?â
His hoodie was half-zipped, hair tousled like he hadnât slept a second. He looked up the moment he heard your voice.
And then, without warningâ
He ran to you.
âChangââ
You didnât get the rest out.
He threw his arms around you.
Tightly.
So tightly you stumbled back a step, caught completely off guard. His face buried into your neck, chest heaving like heâd been holding something in for far too long.
Then soft. Broken.
â...NoonaâŠâ
The sound was raw. Shaky. Nothing like his usual sweet tone. You felt the heat of his tears on your skin. His fingers gripped the back of your coat like he was trying to fuse you to him.
You stood frozen for half a secondâthen instinct kicked in. You placed both hands gently on his back, steadying him.
âChangmin⊠hey. What happened? Did something upset you?â
His breath trembled against your neck.
âYou didnât answer my text last night,â he whispered.
Your stomach dropped.
âAnd this morning, tooâŠâ he went on, voice cracking, âI thought maybe⊠maybe you wouldnât come today.â
A sharp inhale. Your heart twisted.
âI thought maybe you finally decided you didnât want to see me anymore.â
You didnât say anything for a moment. Instead, you guided him back into his room, one hand on his arm, the other brushing gently down his sleeve as you coaxed him in.
He followed silently, like a child afraid of losing sight of their parent. He sank onto the edge of the bed, eyes red and glassy, but glued to your face.
âDonât do that again, okay?â he whispered. âIf you need space, Iâll try to understand. But donât disappear. Please.â
âI didnât disappear, Changmin,â you said softly. âI would never do that to you.â
Changmin blinked hard, lips trembling again, but no more tears fell.
His gaze dropped to your lap.
âCan I⊠hold your hand?â he asked.
His voice was small. Like he was ashamed to even want it. Like the request itself made him vulnerable.
You hesitated for only a secondâthen nodded.
âOkay.â
He reached out carefully, as if you were made of porcelain. His hand, cool and trembling, found yours and wrapped around it with reverent slowness.
The moment your skin touched, he exhaled. A long, fragile breath.
Like touching you steadied him. Like you were the thread keeping him stitched together.
âI miss you,â he murmured, his thumb brushing soft, delicate circles into your skin. âEven when youâre with me, I miss you the second you look away.â
You didnât interrupt him.
You let him say it.
âDo you ever think about spending time with me outside this room?â he asked suddenly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. âNot as a doctor. Not because you have to. Just because you want to.â
Your heart squeezed.
You swallowed.
âThatâs⊠complicated.â
He nodded, like he already knew that would be your answer.
But what he said next wasnât playful. Wasnât coaxing.
It was devastatingly honest.
âI donât think I know how to get better,â he whispered, âif youâre not in my life outside this room.â
Your hand stayed in his.
For one terrifying moment, you couldnât tell who was clinging harder
***
Youâd been sitting there in silence for minutes.
His hand still in yours. Your mind? A storm.
You had always been good at compartmentalizing your emotionsâuntil it came to Ji Changmin.
The boy who once clung to your pinky like it could anchor him to the world. Now a man who clung to your presence like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
You breathed in slowly. Out even slower.
ââŠAlright,â you said softly, brushing your thumb against the back of his hand. âLetâs go out. Just for a little while.â
His head snapped up, eyes wide, almost frightened to hope.
Changmin didnât say anything. He just surged forwardâarms around your waist again, this time tighter. Desperate.
His face buried into your neck like it was the only place in the world he could breathe.
âThank you, noona,â he whispered. âThank you⊠thank youâŠâ
***
The car ride was quiet. Surprisingly so.
Changmin sat beside you in the backseat, head resting against the window. His hand never left yoursâreaching across the leather seat, fingers woven tightly with yours as if letting go meant youâd vanish.
You tried to focus on the passing streets. Tried not to think about how he occasionally turned to glance at you. Like he needed to confirm you were still real.
***
A familiar barista noticed you instantly and led you upstairs to the private booth, a quiet haven of low lighting, soft music, and high walls that shut out the world beyond.
Changmin immediately slid into the seat beside you, not across.
âYou know,â he said, sipping his drink slowly, his eyes fixed on your lips, âthis almost feels like a date.â
You shot him a look.
âChangminâŠâ
âIâm just saying.â He smiled, but there was something behind it, something trembling. âI donât get to sit next to you like this during sessions.â
âBecause sessions arenât dates.â
ââŠBut theyâre the only time I get to see you.â
You sighed, fingers curling around your coffee.
âThis outing doesnât change our dynamic. Itâs still professionalââ
âThen why does it feel so different?â he asked softly. âWhy does it feel like Iâm not your patient right now?â
The words hung heavy between you.
He shifted, just slightly. His knee brushed yours under the table.
Then his face tilted toward yours. Not too close. But close enough for the air to feel different. Denser.
A strange tension settled like mist. An invisible thread pulled taut between you.
âI remember when I was younger,â he whispered. âWhen I cried and you gave me candy⊠you held my face the same way earlier. Like I was something precious.â
Your hand froze on your cup.
âChangminâŠâ
He leaned in.
His forehead gently touched yours.
Just that.
But you could feel how fast his heart was beating. Like it wanted to leap out of his chestâinto yours. To merge, somehow.
âI want to be the only person who gets this version of you,â he murmured. âThe soft one. The gentle one who makes even monsters feel human.â
You shouldâve pulled back.
You shouldâve.
But you didnât.
ââŠYouâre not a monster,â you whispered. âYouâre just broken. And trying.â
His eyes fluttered shut. Like your words had pierced straight through his ribs.
And thenâ
He pressed his lips gently to your temple.
A kiss.
Not possessive. Not forceful.
Just quietly desperate.
You stayed still.
Because for just one second⊠you let him believe you were his.
Even if you werenât sure where the line was anymore.
Told yourself it was for the best. If he believed you were drawing closer, maybe heâd stay calmer. Less volatile. Less likely to snap.
But Changmin?
He saw it differently.
To him, your silence was not rejection. It was secrecy. Protection. A quiet kind of love you werenât brave enough to admit yet.
Your return to professionalism?
A coy game.
In his mind, he was already yours.
Already winning.
***
Three days later, he returned to the hospital without an appointment, without warning. He strolled through the front lobby, offering a polite nod to the receptionist who couldnât have guessed what that smile was hiding.
The nurses looked up from their work, charmed, like always. He moved like he belonged there.
Inside the bag, tucked neatly beside the wrapped pastries, was a folded handwritten note.
âFor Noona, who likes her coffee too sweet and her walls too high. Let me in just a little more? â Yours.â
He didnât try to hide the possessiveness anymore.
Not even a little.
You smiledâstifflyâand quickly ushered him into your office before anyone else noticed.
âYou canât keep showing up here, Changmin,â you said, accepting the bag but refusing to meet his gaze.
âWhy not?â he asked, settling into the chair across from your desk. âYou said you liked spending time with me.â
âThat wasââ
âYou let me hold your hand,â he interrupted, dreamily. âYou let me kiss you... even just on the temple.â
He leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
âItâs okay, Noona. I get it. Youâre being careful because of work. But Iâm patient. I already belong to you, anyway.â
Your throat tightened.
You turned your back, pretending to organize files just to keep your hands from shaking.
You caught his reflection in the glass cabinet.
He was watching you.
Still. Unblinking.
âI told my driver,â he added suddenly, like it was nothing, âthat youâre off-limits to any man who isnât me. Just in case.â
âChangminââ
A knock interrupted you, sharp and ill-timed.
The door creaked open and Dr. Jieun, your coworker, poked her head inside.
âOhâDr. (Y/N), sorry to barge in! I just wanted to askâwait, is this a bad time?â
âNo,â you said quickly, stepping forward. âChangmin was just leaving.â
Changmin didnât move.
He sat still, posture perfectly relaxed, but his eyes followed Jieun like a shadow tracking light. Cold and curious.
âOh,â Jieun said with interest, lowering her voice as she leaned toward you. âHeâs cute. Is he the mysterious boyfriend youâve been hiding from us?â
âIâm not dating anyone,â you answered too fast.
âReally?â she teased. âYouâve been glowing lately. You need someone. Actually, I was going to introduce you to a friend of mine. Heâs not from the hospital, but heâs in tech. Super sweet. The kind of guy whoââ
âDr. Jieun,â you cut in with a forced smile. âLater, okay?â
You practically ushered her out the door.
But the damage was already done.
Changmin had heard everything.
You didnât even have to look at him.
You felt it. That slow, sharp shift in the atmosphere.
You turned.
He sat motionless. But his smile was gone.
His expression unreadable. Except for the glint behind his eyes.
âYouâre not dating anyone,â he said quietly.
âNo.â
âBut she wants to set you up.â
âIt doesnât matter. I said no.â
He stood slowly.
One deliberate step at a time.
âBut would you have said yesâŠâ His voice dipped. ââŠif I wasnât here?â
âChangmin.â
âWould you?â he asked again.
This time, you knew. He wasnât looking for an answer. He was measuring your reaction.
You stared into his eyes.
There was something unhinged just beneath the surface. A wire stretched too tightly, ready to snap.
âNo,â you whispered. âI wouldnât have.â
And thatâs when he smiled again.
Too wide. Too proud.
âI knew it, Noona,â he murmured, stepping closer until your bodies nearly touched. âYou already belong to me. You just canât say it yet.â
You gave him a fragile smile.
And played along.
âRight,â you said gently. âJust⊠keep it between us, okay?â
His grin widened.
He leaned in, breath ghosting your cheek as he whispered:
How dare this app hide a new fic from me for two days?? Especially when Iâve been literally checking your profile for updates.đ The studying season has just started and Iâve already been falling behind and missing out.
ANYWAYSS
SKKSJJDEJSKSKEJJDSHHSHD (This is literally all I can say after I read the first chapter)
I really love how your writing has this natural flow that keeps the reader pulled in from start to finish. You have such a wonderful imagination, like.. Hello??
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đŠ anon omg HI đđ the app really did you dirty hiding it from you for TWO days⊠like hello?? i was waiting for you to see it đ€đ but youâre actually right on time dont worry, its only ch.1 so you havent missed much yet hehe đ«¶đ»
your SKKJSJ mode after reading had me grinning so hard đđthank you for your kind wordsđ„ș i think iâll be holding onto that compliment forever actually đ„čđ„č
im so glad vampire!sunwoo au already pulled you in!! đđ€đ€§đ€§
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đ„čđ„č you have no idea how soft this makes me⊠my very FIRST commenter?? i cant believe youâve been here since the beginning đđ thank you for breaking your silence just to hype me up, im so glad you enjoyed my writing đ„șđ welcome officially to my little emoji family as đ anon!! iâll treasure you here đâš
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Empty plate cause you ateeeee. I am so ready for this new fic. Ugh. Your writing is soooo good. Iâm glad youâre expanding the vampire series. I will be checking for updates but take your time!! Thanks for sharing your writing with us and just in time for Halloween đ
woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare and now im here at 4am
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omg đ waking up at 4am because of a nightmare is so real⊠i hope youâre feeling a little better now, penguin anon đ§đ if my silly smau could keep you some company at that hour then im glad đđ« rest well when you can!!
i lowkey need a separate part for jacob (if you want).. im giggling AND SUNWOO TOO OMG i hate him
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đ§ anon!!! ahhh im happy you liked jacob smauâs part đ„č he really is just the sweetest in smau form đ and sunwoo⊠yeah he immediately went full chaos mode as always đđ« ill keep in mind to make a separate one, tho i cant promise you yet đ„Č but tbh i do wanna try a longer smau someday like a full story! its definitely sitting on my writing list! so hopefully, one day â€ïž
(2/2) I'm back. Had to reread the first chapter of Only Mine to Bleed twice. TWICE. Still screaming into a void, won't lie. It was just soo good. I have so much to say. I just-- wow. WOW.
I mean that intro? Swooning. Trying not to squeal because of that reunion. But also... what do you mean 'used to like' đ is that the reaction of someone who 'used' to like someone? Or is reader's blood simply too enticing lol Gah Sunwoo's going to be a smooth talker in this fic, isn't he? Alright. Okay. Gotta prepare for those moments.
And that ending section? "Flame-brained newborn." Cackled. Sangyeon mentioning there are hunters in that city? //sniff// Is it Mina? I got my eyes on her now đ
Oh! And Sangyeon saying they don't go after humans đ I was like dude, please, tell them who reader is. It's not like the people from his life are dead TT He was just turned TT
So yeah. Great first chapter. Wow. đđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒ I can't wait for what's to come. And it's slow burn too? I-- đđŒđđŒđđŒ I think I have to go scream into the void for a bit again đŁïžđłïž!!!!
-đŠ (late cryptid anon âš gotta stay true to the lateness)
READING IT TWICE ALREADY?? đđ i feel so honored i might actually cry đ« đ
also lmaooo i KNEW youâd latch onto âflame-brained newbornâ đđ glad you liked that part. and yup đ there are hunters in this au, but youâll find out more in ch2 đïž and dont worry, sangyeonâs strictness has a reason đ
honestly i was so nervous the first chapter wouldnt feel âboomâ enough since its just the beginning, and i didnt want to disappoint anyone whoâs been waiting for my vamp!sunwoo au đ€§ but your inbox really boosted my mood again đđ thank you for taking the time to write me this whole review, it means so so much!! đŠ
(1/2) Alright, first of all đŁïžđŁïžđłïžđłïž
There's no emoji for screaming into a pillow, so here's screaming into the void. Because-- what-- that-- Jacob in the new SMAU-- I-- Sunwoo in the new SMAU with that congrats and declaring they're dating. "What side of the--" I-- gobsmacked.
All of the parts of the SMAU were great. I'm so sorry I'm only focusing on those two. They're stuck at the forefront for me TT I'll be back. Gotta go scream into the void again.
-đŠ (cryptid anon, or perhaps.. âš late âšcrytid anon)
OMGGGG CRYPTID ANONđ NOT YOU BEING STUCK ON JACOB AND SUNWOO LOL đđ valid tho bc cobie was out here making hearts melt đ« đ« đ« đ« đ meanwhile SUNWOO really went âWHICH SIDE OF THE BED U WANTâ like... the delulu is strong in this one LMAO they really had me kicking my feet while writing themđ€ thank u for always sent me your reaction and tysm for screaming in my inbox đŠ anon ur void screams r my new love language fr <3
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welcome back đŠ anon đ„čđ i missed you too!! omggg i was honestly so nervous abt posting âOnly Mine to Bleedâ bc i wasnt in the best condition while writing but seeing you enjoy it and even waiting for the next chapter really gave me a huge boost ;; so glad youâre back đ„șđ and yess i do have some new anons now!! im so happy my little anon family is growing with all the cute emojis đâš but nothing beats having you back in it đŠ anon đ pls never worry abt taking a break, im just happy youâre here again! love youuu
âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ ONLY MINE TO BLEED Chapter 1 âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ
Back with another supernatural THE BOYZ AU! For the best experience, read The Boyz as Vampires first before stepping into this story. Then come get lost in the hunger, the fire, and the chaos with me! đč
pairing: vampire!sunwoo x nurse!fem!reader
genre: dark romance, slow burn, forbidden love, suggestive, hurt/comfort, supernatural au, vampire au, implied smut in later chapter (18+)
warnings: suggestive, mention of blood, possessive!sunwoo, cocky!sunwoo
wc: 5.3k
status: on going
chapter list: †introduction †chapter 1
author note: apologies for the long wait, my lovely readers! thank you for your patience ⥠also feel free to leave a comment if youâd like to be added to the tag list!
The hospital always felt different at night. Most nurses hated the graveyard shift, but for you it was quieter. Less noise, fewer demands, and more time to just⊠breathe.
You liked the stillness. On night shift, silence meant safety.
But tonight, something felt wrong.
Somewhere in the hospital, a shadow moved.
***
Sunwoo hated hospitals.
Too many bodies. Too much blood.
But his âfamilyâ was starving, and as the newest turned, they sent him on errands like a dog on a leash: Steal the blood bags, come back. Nothing more.
Simple⊠until he smelled it.
Sweet. Alive.
The kind of scent that didnât belong in a plastic bag, but inside a pulsing vein.
The scent hit his throat like fire, burning down his chest, sparking through his veins until his skin flushed hot, fangs aching. He staggered, one palm braced against the cold wall, swallowing down a growl.
And then he saw you.
Bent over the nursesâ station, uniform white under the harsh lights, hair pulled back to expose the faint curve of your neck.
The scent was you.
Sunwoo was caught between moving and not, suspended in disbelief. His eyes widened.
It had been two years.
Two years since he had last seen you, the girl he used to like, back when he was just Kim Sunwooâ25, stupid, loud, human. The girl who smiled at him like she meant it every single time, who laughed at all his dumb jokes as if they were the funniest things in the world. The one who never tried to change him, never looked past him, but saw him exactly as he was, while carrying her own quiet, self-contained world.
Heâd thought he lost that chance forever, that heâd lost you forever, along with the warmth of the sun.
â...(Y/N),â his voice cracked like gravel, the name torn from him before he could stop it.
Your head snapped up.
For a heartbeat, you thought the shadows were playing tricks on you, until the figure stepped forward, hoodie low, face half-lit.
The pen slipped from your hand.
â...Sunwoo?â
Your body moved before your mind caught up, shoes skidding on tile as you ran straight into him.
âSunwoo!â
You crashed against his chest, arms locking tight. Relief burned into anger as your fists thudded once against him before you broke, tears blurring your vision as you buried your face against him.
His body was solid, real, his scent achingly familiar. Chest heaved shallow as he stood stiff in your grip, every inhale dragging your sweetness deeper into him until his fangs throbbed with need.
Then his arms snapped around you. Not gentleâpossessive. Like if he squeezed hard enough, he could fuse you into him and never let go again.
He buried his face into your neck, inhaling you like a man drowning, your pulse hammering against his lips.
Your scent. He could almost taste you.
âYouââ your voice cracked, âyou were gone, you were missing for yearsâ! The police have been looking for you for months! After they found your car turned upside down the hillâerupted into flamesâeveryone thought the worst. I thoughtâI thought something happened, I thought you wereââ you couldnât finish the word: dead.
Your throat tightened as the questions tumbled out, desperate, trembling. âWhere have you been all this time? How can you survive that?â
His chest shuddered against yours, a silence stretching until it almost hurt.
Then, rough and low, his voice muffled against your neck. â...I shouldnât be this close to you.â The words werenât an answer, they were an evasion, frayed at the edges, carrying weight he wouldnât name.
You pulled back just enough to cradle his face, your hands unsteady, not from weakness but from the fear that if you blinked, he would vanish again.
His skin was cold, unnaturally still, like marble that had forgotten life. âYou look paleâare you sick? Thatâs why youâre here?â
Sunwoo smirked faintly, lips twitching like he wanted to play it off. âSick of not seeing you these past two years, maybe.â
You glared through tears. âIâm serious.â
âSo am I.â His hand sliding slowly upward until his fingers wrapped around the delicate curve of your neck. His thumb brushed dangerously close to your pulse, lingering there as if testing the frantic rhythm beneath your skin. âI missed youâŠâ
Your heart skipped a beat. ââŠSunwooââ
He leaned in, cheek brushing yours until his nose skimmed down to your jaw. The faintest graze of his lips at your neck made your breath hitch.
âGod,â he whispered, voice raw, âyou smell like trouble.â
Every muscle in your body locked.
His mouth hovered over your throat, close enough to burn, close enough for his fangs to scrape if he stopped restraining himself. His entire body trembled with the effort of not sinking in.
And for one terrifying, intoxicating second, he swore he might.
***
Your hands trembled, but you didnât pull away. The boy you thought youâd lost foreverâhe was here. Changed, but here.
âSunwoo,â you whispered again.
âCareful saying my name like that,â his chest shook with a sound you couldnât name, half a laugh, half a growl. âKeep tempting me and Iâll do something spectacularly unforgivable.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. âIt means Iâm hanging by a thread here, and youâre the one pulling it tighter. Cute, right?â
Sunwooâs grip on you tightened, thumb grazing dangerously close to your throat. He leaned in again, lips hovering over your skin again, so close you felt the ghost of a graze, like he was seconds away from sinking in.
And then, he froze.
His whole body shuddered like restraint cost him everything. With a sharp exhale, he wrenched himself back too suddenly, as though your skin scorched him.
Before you could ask what was wrongâ
The sharp ring of the nursesâ station phone sliced through the silence.
Sunwoo let out a breathless laugh, forcing a crooked grin onto his face. âGuess thatâs your cue. You should probably get that, nurse.â His tone was playful, but the edge in his voice betrayed how tightly wound he was.
You blinked at him, torn, but habit won out, you turned and picked up the receiver.
âHello? This is night shift, how can I help?â Your voice steadied as you answered, but your mind was still with him, every nerve buzzing with the ghost of his touch, the threat in his tone.
It was only a quick callâan update from another floor, a routineâbut when you hung up and turned backâŠ
The hallway was empty.
No trace of him.
No sound of footsteps, no lingering shadow.
Just the faintest warmth still tingling on your throat, where his breath had been.
Your chest tightened. You rushed forward, peering around the corridor, but he was gone. Just like before.
â...Sunwoo?â you called softly, your voice cracking.
Silence answered.
You pressed both hands to your lips, biting down hard to smother the sob clawing its way out. Anger surged hot beneath the griefâhow dare he come back, only to rip himself away again.
This time, you swore, you would find him.
Even if he kept running.
Even if he didnât want to be found.
Because the boy you missedâthe boy who came backâwas real.
And you werenât going to let him slip away again.
***
The next day came too quickly.
By late aftenoon, you were back at the hospital. The hallways were louder now, filled with patientsâ chatter and hurried footsteps, but none of it could drown out the memory of last night.
It was still there. Clinging to you like a second skin.
The way his cold cheek burned faintly under your touch.
The way his breath grazed your neck, low and dangerous, whispering words that made your knees weak.
And the way the hallway had fallen empty, leaving you reaching out for someone who was already gone.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself as you signed in at the station, but your chest still ached with the echo of his absence.
â(Y/N).â Hana, another nurse from your department, called lightly as she walked past with a clipboard.
You turned to see her approaching, her expression unusually tense. She lowered her voice the moment she reached you.
âDid you hear what happened?â
You blinked. âWhat?â
âThe blood bank.â She leaned in closer, as though afraid someone else might overhear. âThey found half the bags missing this morning.â
Your breath hitched. â...Missing?â
She nodded sharply, eyes wide. âGone. And hereâs the creepy partâCCTV didnât catch anyone going in or out. Itâs like they just disappeared.â
A cold shiver ran through you.
âNo one entered?â you asked carefully.
âNot a soul.â Hanaâs voice dropped further. âSecurityâs rattled, doctors are pissed, and theyâre already questioning staff. If they donât figure it out soon, police might get involved.â
You clutched your clipboard tighter, trying to mask the sudden racing of your heartbeat.
Half the blood bags.
No signs.
No trace.
âAnyway,â Hana sighed, shaking her head, âif anyone asks, you were just at the station doing rounds, right? Keep it simple. Theyâre checking every name on the schedule.â
â...Right,â you murmured.
But even as Hana walked off, her words buzzing in your ears, you couldnât shake it.
***
The rest of your shift crawled by. Every beep of the monitors, every shuffle of footsteps, every flicker of movement in your peripheral vision made your nerves prickle.
When you finally had a moment alone, you sank into the break room chair, pressing your palms over your eyes.
You shouldâve felt exhausted. Instead, irritation burned under your skinâat him, at yourself, at the silence he left behind.
Last night hadnât been a dream.
Youâd touched him, held him, felt his body tremble under your hands. Sunwoo was alive. Here. Changed, but alive.
But why disappear again?
Your mind circled back to Hanaâs words, looping over and over. Half the blood bags. Gone. No trace.
Your throat tightened. It couldnât be connected. Could it?
You reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone before you could stop yourself. His number was still saved there, the name [Sunwoo âïž] staring up at you like some cruel joke. Your thumb hovered over the call button.
Would it even work?
Two years without a word, and now he shows up in a hospital hallway only to vanish like smoke.
Did he even keep the same number? Did he want you to find him?
Your phone screen dimmed before you could decide. With a sharp exhale, you shoved the phone back into your pocket. Pathetic. That was the word buzzing in your head. Two years without him, and you were still here. Waiting. Hoping.
The door creaked, snapping you upright.
It was only one of the interns, muttering to himself as he rifled through the cabinets for supplies. Still, your pulse skittered like youâd been caught doing something wrong.
You forced a smile, grabbed your clipboard, and slipped out into the hall again.
But even surrounded by the noise of the hospital, you couldnât shake the feeling.
That he was still here.
That somewhere in the building, his eyes were on you.
And⊠you werenât wrong.
From the far end of the corridor, where the light cut off into shadow, Sunwoo leaned against the wall, hood pulled low. His chest rose and fell too sharply, as though even standing near you pulled the breath from his lungs.
You hadnât noticed the way his gaze tracked you, each step you took tugging something taut inside him.
Sunwoo had left last night. He told himself he wouldnât returnâthat he couldnât. What if he snapped? What if he lost control and sank his teeth where he shouldnât?
But somehow, he was here again.
Drawn back like a moth to fire, knowing it could burn him.
Just being near you, breathing in your scent, eased the ache gnawing at him. It didnât quench the thirstâit never couldâbut it dulled the sharp edge of his hunger, numbed the pain of wanting.
For now, watching you from the shadows and breathing you in was enough.
***
The next day, sunlight spilled through the glass storefront, too warm, too ordinary for the thoughts crowding your head.
It wasnât your shift today, and if it werenât for Minaâyour closest friend from collegeâyou wouldâve stayed curled up in your apartment, replaying the other night on an endless loop.
âSo?â Mina prompted, stirring her iced Americano. âYou look like you havenât slept in days. Spill.â
You hesitated, fingers tightening around your cup. Then, quietly, you said, âI saw him.â
Mina blinked. â...Who?â
âSunwoo.â The name scraped out of you like a secret. âHe came to the hospital the other night. I was alone at the station and thenâhe was just there. But later⊠he was gone again.â
Minaâs straw clinked against the glass. She leaned in, brows furrowed. âWait. Kim Sunwoo? Your hot friend whose body went missing after that car accident two years ago?â
âI thought I was imagining it at first, butââ Your throat tightened. âHe felt real. I touched him. He hugged me back. He was alive.â
Mina studied you, lips pressed tight. Then she exhaled. â(Y/N)... you know what this sounds like, right? Youâre still mourning him. You never got closure, and now your brainâs playing tricks on you.â
âNo,â you said firmly, shaking your head. âHis skinâit was cold, but I swear, he was there. I wasnât hallucinating.â
Mina tilted her head, smirk tugging at her lips. âCold skin, missing for years... you sure it wasnât a ghost?â
She laughed, but you didnât. You just shook your head slowly and took a sip of your latte, the warmth grounding you against the chill still lingering in your memory.
Minaâs laughter faded when she saw your expression, but she didnât press. Instead, she reached across the table, covering your hand with hers.
âYou need to let him go,â she said softly.
But you couldnât.
Because you knew what ghosts felt like. And whatever Sunwoo was... he wasnât that.
You raised a brow. âWhat?â
Minaâs thumb brushed your knuckles, her smile softening into something more mischievous.
âYou know what else you need?â
âA boyfriend.â
You nearly choked on your latte. âExcuse me?â
She leaned in, voice sing-song. âSomeone real. Someone you can actually hold, text, kiss goodnight. Not a shadow from the past haunting your dreams.â
âMinaââ
âListen, I already have plans this Friday. A blind date. Two guys are coming, and I canât just show up alone like some desperate girl. Please come with me. Iâll die if I sit there third-wheeling with some random dude.â
You stared at her. âSo you want me to play your wingwoman?â
âYes. And maybe find your own happy distraction while youâre at it.â She clasped her hands together dramatically before reaching across to cup yours, eyes wide and pleading. âPlease, (Y/N)? Just this once. For me?â
You dragged a hand down your face, half a groan, half a laugh. She always knew how to corner you, like a prosecutor presenting evidence you couldnât fight.
âFine,â you muttered.
Mina squealed, the sound turning heads at nearby tables. âI knew youâd say yes! Okay, Friday night, donât make plans. Youâre mine.â
You shook your head, forcing a small smile as you sipped your coffee.
But somewhere deep inside, the thought of sitting across from some stranger while Sunwooâs memory still clung to your skin made your chest tighten.
***
The night air stung colder than you expected.
By the time you parted ways with Mina, your arms ached from shopping bags, your throat raw from singing too many karaoke duets. You hadnât realized how late it had gottenâtoo comfortable, too carelessâuntil you found yourself walking alone through the narrow backstreet toward your apartment.
The alley was empty. The kind of empty that made sound echo sharper than it should.
You hugged yourself against the chill, your steps quick, your mind drifting where it shouldnât: back to the hospital. Back to him.
The faint graze of his breath against your skin. The tremor of his cold cheek under your palm when you cradled his face. The crushing grip of his arms locking you against him like he could fuse you into his chest.
It was too vivid, too real. You couldnât convince yourself it was a dream.
And thenâ
You felt it.
The prickling weight of a stare crawling up your spine. The cadence of a second set of footsteps, silent but there.
You quickened your pace, your apartment close enough that you could see the faint glow of the streetlamp near your building. If you just kept movingâ
But curiosity hooked sharper than fear.
You stopped. Turned.
And froze.
There he was.
Standing in the mouth of the alley, black hoodie shadowing half his face, hands shoved into his pockets like heâd been waiting for you all along.
Your heart lurched. Before you could stop yourself, you strode straight to him, fists bunching in his chest as you shoved hard.
âWhy disappear like that again?!â
Sunwooâs body barely shifted under your push, but his smirk curved sharp in the dim light. He cocked his head, eyes glinting with mischief beneath the hood.
âBecause,â he drawled, âyou make such a dramatic reunion every time. Donât you think itâd be boring if I just⊠stayed?â
âDo you think this is a joke?â You glared at him.
His grin widened, infuriatingly boyish. âKind of. I mean, you chasing after me like this? Itâs flattering. Should I vanish more often?â
âSunwoo.â His name came through your teeth, half warning, half plea.
He leaned down, close enough that your breath caught, his voice lowering into that playful, dangerous murmur. âRelax. Iâm here, arenât I? Warm welcome and all. Or⊠cold, technically.â
 âYouâre impossible.â
âImpossible to forget,â he shot back instantly, grin tugging higher. He straightened, hands sliding lazily out of his pockets. âYouâre still so easy to rile up. Cute, really.â
âYou canât justâcome and go as you please,â you snapped. âDo you have any idea what that does to me?â
His smile softened into something that almost looked realâbefore it twisted sly again. âOh, I have an idea. Thatâs why I do it. Keeps me on your mind, doesnât it?â
You hated how true it was.
Sunwoo stepped closer, the air around you tightening with his presence. âSo, tell me,â he murmured, eyes dark, teasing, âwhatâll it be this time? Do I disappear again, or do you stop me?â
Your throat tightened. He was too close now, the faint brush of his breath prickling your cheek.
âStop you?â Your voice came out softer than you wanted. âYou think this is some kind of game?â
âIsnât it?â His eyes glinted sharp in the dark. âYou chase, I run. I disappear, you ache. I show up again, and here you areâpushing at me, demanding answers. Itâs fun. Addicting, even.â
âYouâreââ You bit down hard on the words, your hands trembling against his chest. âYouâre cruel.â
That made him laugh. âCruel? No. Cruel would be not showing up at all. Youâd hate that more, wouldnât you?â
His grin sharpened, victorious. He dipped his head lower until his nose grazed your temple, his voice a hushed scrape against your ear.
âSee? You donât want me gone. You want me here. You always did.â
âSunwooâŠâ
You tried to sound firm, but it cracked like glass in your throat.
He leaned back just enough to catch your eyes, his own dark and bright all at once. Mischief sparking, danger lurking. âSay it. Tell me you want me here. Tell me not to go.â
Your chest heaved, breath trembling. The words sat heavy on your tongue, but you couldnât force them out. Not when he looked at you like that, like he already knew.
Sunwooâs smirk softened into something hungrier. His cold hand slid up, fingers curling lightly around your wrist, his thumb brushing the flutter of your pulse. Heat bloomed there, sharp, warning.
âGod,â he whispered, almost to himself, âyou make me want to ruin every bit of restraint I have left.â
He pressed in closer, until your back skimmed the wall, his chest flush with yours. The alley was too narrow, too dark, too quiet. His voice dropped lower, a playful lilt barely covering the rawness underneath.
âSo⊠whatâs it gonna be?â His grin returned, cocky, dangerous. âDo I vanish again and drive you insaneââ his thumb pressed firmer against your pulse, veins in his hand faintly glowing with heatââor do I stay, and you risk finding out what I really am?â
âYouâre not funny.â
Sunwoo only laughed, that low, breathless sound that curled down your spine like smoke. He tilted his head, lips quirking in mock innocence.
âWait. Donât tell meâŠâ His grin widened. âAre you seriously thinking I was a ghost?â
Your eyes snapped to him, wide. âWhatâ? No!â
âOh, come on.â He leaned in, dropping his voice to a whisper as if sharing a delicious secret. âCold skin, disappearing acts, showing up in empty hallways at night. Tell me that doesnât sound exactly like a haunting.â
You shoved him again, but he barely moved, his grin only stretching wider as your frustration grew. His laughter shook against your palms.
âWow. You really did. You thought I was some spirit clinging to you.â
âI did not!â you hissed, heat rushing to your face.
âYou did,â he teased, sing-song, eyes glinting as he bent down until his nose nearly brushed yours. âWhatâs cuter than you hugging a ghost and crying about it?â
You tried to push him away again, but this time he caught your wrists in one hand, his grip gentle but firm enough to stop you. The laughter in his eyes dimmed just slightly, replaced by something sharperâstill playful, but edged.
âAnyway,â he murmured, his gaze dragging down to your parted lips before settling back on your eyes, âIâve been meaning to askâŠâ
He let the words hang, suspense curling between you like static.
âDo you really want to go to that blind date?â
You froze.
The teasing tone was still there, but underneath itâsomething else. Knowing. Possessive.
You stared at him, pulse racing. â...How do youââ
âWhat, you think I wasnât there? You talk too loud, you know.â
Your mouth went dry. He leaned back casually, like this was the most natural thing in the world, like following you home and overhearing your private conversations was just⊠fun.
âYou wereââ heat rising up your neckânot from embarrassment, but from fury. âYou were there? You were listening?!â
âWhat can I say? Youâre entertaining. Better than any blind date Mina could set you up with.â
Your chest tightened as realization sank in, heâd been watching, listening, close enough to catch every word.
And judging by the smug curl of his mouth, he wasnât even trying to hide it.
âBlind date,â he repeated slowly, tasting the words like they were ridiculous on his tongue. He chuckled, shaking his head. âSo youâre really gonna sit across from some stranger and pretend to laugh at his boring jokes? Let him walk you home? Maybe even let him hold your hand?â
âThatâsânone of your business.â
âOh, itâs definitely my business.â His grin was wicked, like he knew just how far to push before you broke. He leaned closer, voice dropping, mocking but smooth. âWhat kind of guy even signs up for a blind date? Desperate, right? Bet heâll show up sweating through his shirt, talking about his crypto investments.â
You choked out a laugh despite yourself, but the way his eyes locked onto yours made it hard to breathe.
âAnd you.â He clicked his tongue, playful scolding. âYouâd just sit there, being polite, nodding along. Maybe even smiling at him.â His voice dipped lower, brushing against something more dangerous. âCute little smiles that donât belong to anyone but me.â
Your chest tightened. âSunwooââ
He straightened, letting go of your wrists only to brush imaginary dust from your sleeve like it was an excuse to linger. His smirk turned razor sharp.
âTell me honestly,â he drawled, âdo you really think anyone else could make you laugh the way I do? Or drive you this crazy?â
You bit your lip, glaring at him, but your silence only made his smile sharpen.
The laughter in his eyes softened into something heavier. His gaze slippedâdown your face, over the curve of your jaw, until it landed on your throat.
And then he stilled.
The playful energy between you shifted, thickening into something that made the air hard to breathe. His eyes lingered on the faint line of your pulse, beating fast beneath your skin.
âDonât.â Your voice cracked, but this time it was sharp, almost a warning. âDonât look at me like that.â
He didnât answer. He leaned in instead, slowly, like gravity was pulling him to you. His breath brushed your neck, warm against the shiver racing through you.
For a suspended moment, you felt him hovering there, like a predator imagining the first taste. You could almost sense the scrape of fangs that hadnât yet touched, the way he was picturing your blood spilling heat across his tongue.
Your knees weakened.
And thenâhe tore himself back. Too fast. Too sudden. Like it cost him everything just to stop.
âI need to go,â he whispered, voice raw, frayed at the edges.
âWaitââ you reached for him, fingertips grazing his sleeve.
But he slipped away before you could hold him, already running, his figure swallowed by the night.
Your body went rigid, breath trembling, heart aching with the echo of his absence.
But this time, you didnât chase him.
Because deep down, you knewâhe would come back to you.
***
The woods pressed in tighter the deeper he ran, until the mansion rose from the trees like a carcass of stone. To human eyes, it was abandoned. Ivy strangling its walls, windows fractured, roof half-collapsed. Haunted, forgotten.
But the moment Sunwoo pushed through the gates, the air shifted.
Inside, the halls thrummed with lifeânot human, but the low hum of vampires. Firelight flickered across torn velvet and polished wood, portraits with eyes that seemed to follow, staircases that creaked under the weight of immortals who had long made this place their sanctuary.
âLook whoâs back,â Hyunjae drawled from the balcony, his voice laced with smug amusement. âOur flame-brained newborn.â
âDonât call me that,â Sunwoo muttered, shrugging his hood off.
The heat in his veins hadnât yet cooled; faint wisps of steam curled from his fingertips before he flexed them shut.
Juyeonâs figure slinked from shadow into light, casual as he shifted out of the form of a black cat mid-step. His grin was too sharp. âCareful, Sunwoo. You keep burning that hot, the whole city will notice.â
It was true.
Every vampire was bornâor turnedâwith a special ability forged in blood. Some could bend minds, some twist dreams, some possessed powers sharp enough to kill with a thought, a touch, or a whisper.
And Sunwooâs? Flame. Flame Vein.
His blood carried volatile heat, embers smoldering under his skin. The kind that made his touch scorch when anger spiked, the kind that warped the air around him until it shimmered like a mirage. Every slip of control brought that fire closer to the surfaceâthrough his hands, searing anything he touched, or, if he willed it, forcing it into anotherâs veins until they burned alive from the inside out.
A dangerous gift for a vampire who hadnât yet mastered his thirst.
Haknyeon snorted from his spot on the sofa. âYeah. Last week he nearly torched the curtains just because Eric wouldnât shut up. Youâre a walking fire hazard, bro.â
Changminâs laugh was low, sharp, nothing playful in it. âFire hazard? Try arsonist. I was there when he lost it, burned half my sofa to ash in under a minute. Didnât even touch it, just looked at me with those veins lit up. Thought Iâd be next.â
Kevin shut his book with a sigh. âDo you ever think about how predictable you are? Emotions flare, the flame follows. Youâre practically begging to be studied, Sunwoo.â
âOr hunted,â Younghoon added smoothly from the corner, his tone quiet but cutting. âDreamers like me can hide. You? One slip, and this whole mansion will burn to ashes.â
Sunwooâs jaw flexed, heat sparking across his knuckles, but the others only smirked at the threat.
Chanhee perched elegantly on the armrest. âStill. Better than burning a whole city down, hm? These days? Heâs not burning up here. Heâs burning time wandering the city. Our rookieâs got himself a new hobby.â
Ericâanother newbornâpiped up from the corner, his voice crackling in Sunwooâs head before his lips even moved. Heâs definitely chasing his little human. Look at him.
âShut up,â Sunwoo muttered aloud, earning a chorus of laughter.
Eric groaned dramatically. âI told you! Itâs a girl. Heâs obsessed. I can hear it buzzing in his head.â
âCan you shut that damn telepathy off for once?!â Sunwoo snapped at him, heat sparking through his veins. The chandelier above them rattled, light flickering like it could feel the fire simmering in his blood.
âCareful,â Jacob said gently from his chair, voice calm but edged with quiet warning. âYour control isnât as strong as you think, Sunwoo.â
Sunwoo exhaled slowly, forcing the heat in his chest to settle.
âEnough.â
The single word cut clean through the noise.
Sangyeon.
He rose from his chair at the long dining table, his presence stilling the room. Centuries of command sat in his voice, and when his gaze fell on Sunwoo, it felt heavy as chains.
âYouâre reckless,â Sangyeon said evenly. âFlame Vein is volatile. Lose control, and youâll expose us all.â
Sunwooâs jaw tightened, but he couldnât look away.
Sangyeonâs tone sharpened, laced with warning. âHow many times must I tell you? You do not chase humans. You do not kill humans. Not anymore. That is my law. And especially here, in this cityâhunters still crawl in the dark, waiting for one of us to slip.â
The room fell silent, every brotherâs attention caught by the weight of Sangyeonâs words.
The heat under Sunwooâs skin flared hotter, anger and shame warring in his chest. He wanted to protest, to say your name, to admit he couldnât stop. But Sangyeonâs command sat like fire in his throat, burning down any excuse.
âDo not test me, Sunwoo,â Sangyeon said, quieter now but more dangerous. âI turned you from death because I believed you were worth saving. Donât prove me wrong.â
Sunwooâs jaw locked. He forced his heat back under his skin, masking it in silence.
He could bow to Sangyeon, repay the life heâd been given. Gratitude chained him to Sangyeonâs will, yet his hunger chained him to you. A hunger hotter than flame, sharper than thirst.
And deep down, he knewâno law, no oath, not even Sangyeonâs command would stop him that one day, heâd taste you.
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Hiii, I haven't heard from you in a while and I got soo happy when I got the notification..
I've been rereading your Sunwoo fics for the nth time and I think I'm loving it more and more each time.
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