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You recalled the last day you ever felt normal.

That was the first day you ever locked eyes with Jung Wooyoung.

Spring semester, freshman year of college. You were taking a sociology course for your prerequisites, and that's how you met Kang Yeosang and Choi Jongho. The professor had arranged the class into small groups to peer review one another's research papers, and you happened to be partnered with the two. As a shy person, you were surprised with how fast you clicked with them. Despite the two being best friends, they never made you feel like an outsider, easily incorporating you into their banters and inside jokes.

"So, Y/N, how does lunch with us sound? It's on Yeosang," Jongho had offered one day after class, wiggling his eyebrows. Yeosang rolled his eyes, but didn't deny it. 

"Well, my roommate's still in class..." you trailed off, your phone screen displaying your messages with your roommate. You weighed your options— the two men were great company, but you knew that they were part of a larger friend group and thus, you had no intentions of being the odd one out. After contemplating for a few minutes (aka Yeosang and Jongho trying to convince you for 4 minutes that their friends wouldn't bite), you finally agreed. Apprehensively trailing behind them as they led the way to their usual hangout spot, you spotted the rest of their group lounging around the lunch table. 

Jongho immediately joined the group, taking his backpack off and dropping it on the floor with a huff. Yeosang turned to you, head tilting to come closer. You walked behind him, fidgeting with the sleeve of your cardigan. "Guys, this is Y/N, she'll be joining us today," he gently announced.

Now that you were within close distance, you noticed how perfect-looking they all appeared. Of course, they were all attractive. Upon meeting the first two, you instantly took note of how flawless their skins and postures were, but the whole group? Was it a requirement to join their little posse?

Yeosang introduced you to everyone, you greeting each new face. Jongho shoved the manspreading figure (who you've just learned is Mingi) aside to make space on the bench, the former encouraging you to sit with him.

You accepted, not wanting to come off as rude. You were stiffly sandwiched between Jongho and Hongjoong, the latter vehemently typing on his computer as he repetitively took his headphones off and on. You glanced at his screen. "You're a music major?"

He took his headphones off one ear to acknowledge you. "No, I'm in fashion. I just like to make music in my free time," he gave you a smile, which was quickly wiped off when he turned back to his laptop, seemingly frustrated. "But sometimes, my hobby can be so irritating," he added under his breath. "I don't understand why the mix is coming out so... off." After a few minutes of scanning his software, you spotted the issue. 

"Why don't you try adding a more faded effect to that layer?," you suggested. Hongjoong's eyes darted to the part you were referencing and cursed.

"Stupid," he scolded himself before profusely thanking you. "But good eye! You produce music too?" You shook your head, explaining how your roommate's the music major, and you just happened to be the guinea pig for all her musical experimentations.

"Hey, you're late. What were you up to now, you troublemaker?" Seonghwa suddenly asked from the opposite side of the table. 

Your body just then registered the presence behind you, the scent of sandalwood permeating your surroundings. The energy being emitted from the person behind you wasn't malicious, per se, but it was strong enough to send shivers down your spine. Your insides suddenly felt queasy, similar to the butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling that preteens get around their middle school crush.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder, your skin tingling at the site. You slowly turned your head around to meet the gaze of the person behind you, his towering figure looking down at you.

Upon first gaze, both parties were frozen for different reasons. You were frozen because he looked at you with slightly parted lips as if you hung the stars, whereas he looked at you for reasons you wouldn't have known until later. Like the rest of the group, the man had flawless porcelain skin, healthy hair, and the way he carried himself was with a suave manner. His brown eyes were pinned on yours, as if he was meticulously tattooing your soul into his mind. It didn't occur to you that both of you were unmoving for several moments until Jongho cleared his throat. You snapped out of it, realizing how fast your heart was rapidly beating.

"Who might you be?" The man's smooth voice broke the awkward silence, removing his hand from your shoulder to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture leaving your cheeks flushed.

"Y/N," you answered, hands slowly starting to fidget with your cardigan sleeves. "I'm a friend of Yeosang's and Jongho's. And you're?" You trailed off, mind blanking at the sight of the very handsome guy.

"Your destiny," you heard, causing you to blink.

"Sorry?"

"I said I'm Wooyoung," he stated confidently. The way he assuredly introduced himself made you start second-guessing the first thing you heard.

'No shit, he wouldn't have said that. Why would he? Delusional brain.'

"I'm also a friend of Yeosang's and Jongho's," he smiled, before roughly shoving Hongjoong aside to sit next to you, the latter yelping out of surprise. "And for the record, Seonghwa, I wasn't drinking if that's what you were thinking. I was helping a group of lost transfers find the chemistry building," he responded to Seonghwa's previous question, yet his gaze never left yours. "Nice to finally meet you," he whispered, shaking your hand.

"You too," your pulse quickened under his heavy stare, silently hoping that he wouldn't notice how shaky your hand seemed. It felt like an eternity before he finally let go, continuing to eye you.

"Anyways... I'm hungry. Yeosang, you hungry? Y/N, you haven't eaten, come get lunch with us," Jongho stood up from the bench, his head tilting towards the dining hall's direction. You were about to stand, but an outstretched hand beat you to it.

Wooyoung had already stood up within a blink of an eye, offering for you to take his hand. His hand was cold at first touch, but it instantly warmed up as your hand adjusted to his. "Great, I'm coming with," he announced, still not letting go of your hand.

"Didn't you already eat tho-"

"I said I'm coming, Jongho. The more, the merrier. After all, we're mates, right?" Wooyoung interjected, hardened stare pointed at Jongho. It seemed that Wooyoung's words triggered something among the friend group as all of their eyes widened, eyes darting to you for a split second. A series of hushed indecipherable whispers broke out between San and Mingi, Yunho chiming in.

On the other hand, you were clueless with what was happening, not wanting to get involved with whatever tension they had going on.

"Oh, my bad. Sorry," Jongho was quick to apologize, opting to start walking towards the dining hall.

"Is everything okay?" You frowned at Jongho's sudden change in behavior.

"Forget about him, he's fine. Now," Wooyoung's voice snapped your attention from Jongho's retreating figure. "Would you do me the honor of letting me buy you lunch?"

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Since that day, you and Wooyoung only got closer. The man did everything to woo you and sweep you off your feet, which clearly worked as you started dating not even a week after your first meeting.

Dating your boyfriend was a very new experience.

For one, Wooyoung's your first serious relationship, so you didn't really know what to expect when you first agreed to be his girlfriend. Sure, you've dated in high school, but being with him made you feel like you were doing every romance-related milestone from scratch. All the firsts you had with Wooyoung— first date, first hug, first kiss— have all felt much more romantic than those times in the past.

Second, he was highly fixated on you and everything related to you. You won't lie, you found it a little off-putting at first with how intense your boyfriend was when it came to you, but his friend group (which also became your friend group too since that day) assured you that Wooyoung's just a naturally passionate person and not to fret over the fact that he indeed had tunnel vision. To onlookers, he appeared as an overprotective and possessive boyfriend, but your naive self never noticed. Or at least, your friends taught you to accept it.

"Seonghwa, does Wooyoung seem overprotective to you?" You had once asked while you were both studying in the library, whereas your boyfriend left to buy you a drink from the cafe. "Your reward for being the pretty girl you are. And for studying hard, of course," he had said before leaving you alone with Seonghwa.

The latter's eyes lifted up from his textbook to meet yours. "What makes you say that, Y/N?" His soft voice rung out. "Do you think he's being overprotective?" He raised an eyebrow, gauging your reaction.

"Well... I don't know. I've never had a serious relationship like this one so I don't know what's normal and what isn't," you shrugged.

"Do you feel cornered?" You shook your head.

"Do you feel like he's controlling you?" Again, you nodded no.

"Does he invade your privacy?" You shrugged your shoulders.

"What gave you the idea that Woo's overprotective?" Seonghwa rested his head on the arm propped up on the desk. "Did someone bring it up?"

Your breath subtly hitched, which he noticed, eyes narrowing.

"Y/Nie, was it your roommate?" He gently asked, coaxing the answer out of you. "What did she say about Wooyoung?"

Your hands started fiddling with the sleeves of your boyfriend's hoodie, the faint smell of his sandalwood cologne clinging onto the fabric. "She just thinks it's a little weird how ever since we started dating, we haven't spent a single day apart. She's not wrong too, because the only time we're not physically together is when we're in class. She thinks I've been growing too reliant on Wooyoung. Is that true, Hwa?"

"So what if you guys don't spend time apart," he shrugged. "Isn't it a good thing that both of you would never get tired of each other? Besides, it's not like Woo's forcing you to see him everyday, right? You want to see him," he affirmed, eyes drilling into your own.

"Yeah, I want to see him," you repeated in a haze, eventually blinking away like nothing happened. "She only has good intentions. I would be weirded out too if a friend was suddenly spending all her time with her partner after claiming to be so independent," you added. "But don't you think it's also weird that Woo won't let me to talk to anyone but you guys?"

"We're the only ones you need," Seonghwa smoothly replied. "It's not like he's banned you from talking to everyone else; it's typical boyfriend stuff, men get upset when their partners go out of their way to talk to someone else," he explained.

"I suppose that makes sense... thanks for your advice," you stood up and pushed your seat in.

"And where are you going, beautiful?" You heard your boyfriend's voice before you felt his arms wrapping around your midsection from behind, setting your iced coffee down on the desk before completely enveloping you in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck before taking a deep whiff— one of the quirks he had.

"I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be back," you promised. He pecked you on the lips, not letting you go until he was satisfied with the kiss. Wooyoung and Seonghwa watched you head for the library bathroom before the latter broke the silence.

"She's worried that her roommate thinks you're too obsessed, but I got it under control," he reported.

Wooyoung hummed in response, his gaze never leaving the bathroom you walked inside of. "Seems like the roommate may be a future issue. Better to deal with it now than wait. It won't be long now until..." he trailed off, mind racing with thoughts about the future he had planned for the both of you.

A few days later, your roommate got expelled for plagiarism. She had already packed and left your dorm by the time you heard the news so you didn't hear her side of the story, but according to Wooyoung, she's been submitting Hongjoong's mixtapes for her assignments.

"I don't understand, though," your eyebrows furrowed as you folded laundry, your boyfriend watching you as he lounged on your bed. "Why would she do that? I mean, I've watched her pull all-nighters just to perfect her mixes. I've seen her produce them in front of me," you sighed. "I don't get why she felt the need to steal, especially from Hongjoong. I feel so bad for him," you finished putting your clean clothes away in your closet, plopping your back on the bed. "I didn't even know that she knew him! There's just something odd about all this."

Wooyoung pulled you closer to his body, your head resting on his chest. "I don't know, baby. People tend to crack when they're under pressure. Maybe this school's music program just wasn't the best fit for her," he softy replied as he ran his fingers through your hair. "On the positive side, I get to have you all to myself," he booped your nose, a twinkle in his eye.

Third, your man had certain quirks. He had a habit of smelling you, especially the crook of your neck. He had said that the smell of your body wash was one of the best scents he's ever smelled, but you suspected there was more to it because what's so special about drugstore body wash? He also had an oral fixation. He liked to bite when he's presented the opportunity to. He bites you when you're cuddling, or when you're not giving him attention, or really when you do anything. Yeosang mentioned how Wooyoung's always been the type of person to bite someone just because, him being the main victim prior to your relationship. Your man also had insane luck when it came to guessing your menstruation cycle. You'd barely wake up on day one, and he'd immediately be at your dorm with a gift basket full of pain relievers, chocolates, and weighted stuffies. His attentiveness often surprised you, never failing to let you know that he's constantly paying attention.

Your literature class finished twenty minutes early. Usually, Wooyoung would wait for you outside of your classroom, but due to lecture ending earlier than expected, the hallway showed no signs of him. You walked back to your dorm, occassionally greeting some of your classmates on the way. One of them stopped you, "Hey, Y/N!"

He approached you with a friendly smile, a flyer clutched in his hand. "My parents recently opened a hotpot place downtown. Maybe you'd want to check it out? University students get a 10% discount," you gladly accepted the flyer.

"This looks great, I'll be sure to swing by sometimes. Thanks!" He beamed at you, giving you a wave before handing out the last few of his flyers to other students. Once you were in your room, you laid on the bed and reached for your phone in your back pocket, only to find it missing. You patted down your other pockets with no luck. "Shit, don't tell me I left it in class," you groaned, getting up to march your way back to the classroom. You swung the door open, revealing your boyfriend holding your phone.

"Hey, I walked over to your class but it seems you guys ended early," Wooyoung invited himself in, closing the door behind him. "But someone left their phone behind, hm?" He mumbled as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "You made me worry, baby. I thought you were ignoring me," he pouted, dark eyes peering into yours.

You apologized, but he continued to act sulky. "I'll forgive you under one condition: we go on a date tonight. How do you feel about having hotpot for dinner?" He proposed, awaiting your answer.

Huh, what a coincidence.

'He probably saw the flyers being handed out,' you reasoned. With a smile, you planted a kiss on his cheek. "I accept."

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You've officially finished the first semester of your senior year. After cramming for exams for the past three weeks, it was time to relax and unwind now that winter break's started.

"Cake is here! Happy birthday, Y/N," Mingi announced as Jongho swung the door open to the octet's shared apartment, the former followed with the huge cake in tow. It was your 21st birthday, and there was no better way to celebrate it than surrounded by friends.

As you helped placed the cake down on the center of the large buffet-style table, you felt familiar hands snake around your torso, your boyfriend's chest pressed firmly on your back. "How are you feeling? Having fun?" He asked, squeezing you with a kiss on your temple.

"You've been with her this whole day, why are you asking questions you know the answer to?" Jongho deadpanned. The two then started to bicker like siblings while San and Seonghwa approached the table with plates, eyeing the cake.

"Hope you like the cake, Y/N! Strawberry's my favorite too," San smiled, dimples prominent. You smiled back, thanking him.

"Wait, you guys should take a picture with the cake," Yunho suggested, digital camera in hand. He, along with Hongjoong, took a myriad of photos that night, both claiming how tonight was one for the books.

They assured you that it's a night you'll never forget.

You took pictures with the guys, while Jongho chanted "Speech! Speech! Speech!" in the back with a karaoke microphone he managed to attain. After blowing out your candles, the guys took turns giving you their birthday presents and proposing a toast.

When it was Wooyoung's turn to propose a toast, he rushed over to you to plant a kiss on your lips, even going as far as dipping you and pulling you back up. With one arm around your waist and the other holding up his glass, he announced, "To our eternity."

The rest of the guys raised their glasses, a knowing look on all their faces.

"I have your present upstairs," he had whispered in your ear after downing the drink. You instantly grew nervous, understanding the implication. Your stomach felt like it's twisted in knots, heart hammering in your chest. You hugged everyone goodnight, expressing gratitude for today's birthday celebration.

"We'll see you in the morning," Yeosang had promised as he embraced you.

"We'll be here every step of the way," Seonghwa swore.

"Welcome to the family," Mingi smirked, raising a beer bottle.

Everyone said similar things, each statement vaguer than the last. You were filled with confusion, but before your mind could dwell on it, Wooyoung started leading you upstairs with his hand resting on the small of your back.

Unbeknown to you, Wooyoung turned his head to meet the gaze of his friends, a smirk on his face as his eyes flashed red.

Right as you entered his room, Wooyoung locked the door and pinned you against the wall. "You are so gorgeous," he murmured as he crashed his lips into yours, lifting you up with ease. Without breaking the kiss, he carried you to his bed, gently laying you down. He pulled away, arms on both sides of your head. His eyes traced your features— just staring, worshipping you— before he attached his lips to your neck.

"Wait, wait, wait," you firmly planted your hands on his chest, yet he grew more eager than ever to continue trailing his lips on your neck. "Babe," you tried again, applying more pressure on his chest, Wooyoung still not budging. You repeated yourself louder, the latter finally pulling away.

"What's wrong?" His half-lidded eyes stared down at you. You looked away, squirming under his hungry gaze.

"Baby, what is it?" He placed his hand on your cheek, turning your head back towards him, thumb stroking your face. Besides the light from tonight's full moon pooling through the window, the room was almost pitch black. Even in the dark, you could feel the immense love and admiration he held for you.

If only it weren't so dark, then maybe you would've noticed how his once brown eyes were now crimson red.

"it's just... I don't know... we're not exactly alone," you whispered, hearing the faint laughs and shouts from your friend group downstairs. You sat up, him following suit next to you. "And you seem... different?" You asked, unsure about what exactly was off with your boyfriend. Wooyoung only chuckled, his hand raising up to comb through your hair. He leaned closer to press a soft kiss on your forehead, his figure looming over you.

"Different? How so, baby?" He hummed, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. "In a bad way?" He raised his eyebrow at you, in which you immediately disagreed.

"N-no," you shook your head, cringing at how to find the right words to tell Wooyoung that he's been... more lately. More touchy, more protective, just more everything. If you thought he was overbearing before, his state tonight was that times a hundred. "It's just- is something on your mind?" 

"You, it's always you," he answered without skipping a beat. You weren't entirely convinced, but it's hard to keep pushing for answers when the way he held you filled you with a fluttering sensation. Just as you were about to open your mouth to reply, he leaned down to kiss you passionately. The hand running through your hair now rested on the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him. "Nothing's wrong, baby. Everything's gonna change for the better tonight," he mumbled in your lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. 

You couldn't think straight when his tongue was basically down your throat, his body covering yours, and all you could smell, feel, and think about was him, him, him. 

You felt dizzy as he continued pressing his lips against yours— from being overwhelmed, or lack of oxygen, or probably both. Sensing your desperation to breathe, Wooyoung finally pulled away but immediately moved to kiss your neck, pushing you back down on the bed. You heavily gulped air, chest rapidly rising up and down as he trailed his mouth from the base of your ear to your collarbone. His hand on your neck remained, but the other hand now made its way to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers for a moment before he draped your arm over his shoulder. He wanted you to pull him closer to you, in which you did, a hum of approval leaving his mouth as he continued sucking various spots on your neck, leaving hickeys.

"Stop, that tickles," you lightly giggled as he started nibbling at your skin. This seemed to encourage your boyfriend as the nibbles grew more and more intense, the feeling bordering on almost stinging. "Woo, quit it," you scolded. You usually didn't mind it since that was his way of expressing cuteness aggression, but this time felt different.

He pulled away, licking his lips. "I got a little carried away, sorry... do you still want me?" Your cheeks reddened at what he was referring to, the knots in your stomach appearing tenfold. "Baby? I need you to say it. I promise I'll be gentle," he promised.

Your thoughts were racing, nerves getting a hold of you. You've had this conversation with Wooyoung before about how you wanted your first time to happen, but now that you were seconds away from actually having sex, you couldn't stop trembling like a leaf.

"Baby, we don't have to if you're not ready," he sensed your inner turmoil. He slowly sat back up, tongue pressed against his cheek. "I just thought that tonight would be the perfect night, but if you're not ready..."

"No, I'm ready" you assured him after sensing his disappointment. "I'm just scared," you whispered. He opened his mouth to respond, but you continued. "I don't know what to do, or if it'll hurt, or-" you kept rambling, but he shushed you.

"Let me do everything. It may be a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise I'll be gentle. All you have to do is take everything like a good girl, hm? Can you do that for me?" He cooed.

At the sight of your hesitant nod, he leaned back down to ravish your lips, hands exploring your body. He growled in dissatisfaction as he touched you over your blouse, eager for skin contact. He shifted away to take his shirt off before quickly returning back to your lips, tugging at your top. You tried to copy him but he stopped you.

“Let me,” he sighed out. As if you were a delicate present, he carefully undressed you from your top and skirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. The longer he eyed your cleavage, the more your anxiety grew.

“What’s wrong?” You moved to shield your chest from his gaze, but he grabbed your arms to stop you.

“Don’t.” You stiffened as his voice sounded deeper than usual, the command ringing in your ears. “You’re fucking perfect. Do you know how hard it is to hold myself back?” Proving his point, he shifted his hips forward, his jeans rubbing against your panties. You gasped, caught off guard by his actions— and the warm feeling that started to spread in your crotch. He gauged your reaction as he did it again, taking note of the pleasure in your face.

Wooyoung brought his head down to slip his tongue into your slightly parted lips, messily making out as he started to grind on your panties. You moaned into the kiss as the friction evoked a new sensation out of you, your panties getting damper. You bucked your hips to meet his, feeling the outline of his length through his jeans.

“Woo, I’m gonna-“ You cut yourself off with a whimper as you felt the pressure build up. This encouraged him to move his hips faster, your sticky panties leaving a wet streak on his denim.

“Let go, baby,” he encouraged. “Don’t hold back those sounds.” You let out a soft moan as you finally reached your climax, your chest quickly rising and falling. Your underwear was fully soaked, which also left Wooyoung’s crotch damp. He licked his lips at the sight of you basking in the pleasure, before slotting himself in between your legs to rip your panties off in a quick one-handed motion.

“Babe! What the-“ You were speechless as you watched him practically shred your undergarments into pieces.

“I’ll buy you as many sets as you want," he dismissed your shock before peering down at you with a lustful gaze. "I hope you're ready, baby, because we're in for a long night."

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You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath. Wooyoung's praises never stopped as you closed your eyes from sheer exhaustion. "My baby did so good... you took me so well... made me feel so good... you were made for me," he whispered in your ear, pressing kisses on your face. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm so tired, Woo," you whined with eyes still closed, your throat dry.

"I know, baby, just relax." He trailed kisses on your jaw, slotting himself into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. You were far too out of it to notice the low growl that left his throat at the scent of you. He darted his tongue out to lick at the area, slowly applying more pressure.

"Babe," you groaned, wanting to succumb to sleep. He shushed you, continuing to lap at your neck before he started nibbling at the spot. You tapped his back with your draped arm, yet the ferocity behind each nibble only grew bigger.

"It's fine," he dismissed. "You trust me, right?"

"Of course I do, but-" he cut you off.

"So just trust me, hm? Be a good girl."

"Woo, I'm tired," you pleaded, eyes opening to make eye contact. "Let's go to sleep, please?"

"I know you're tired, my love, but this is the last thing I need to do, okay? After this, you can rest for as long as you want," he vowed, a gleam in his gaze. "Now, be a good girl and hold still."

He leaned back into your neck, planting delicate kisses; a contrast to the sharp nibbles he was previously doing. Eventually, your eyes grew tired as the repetitive motion of his soft pecks lulled you to a state of drowsiness.

A sharp pain then erupted from your neck, your eyes snapping open.

Releasing a sharp gasp, you tried pushing Wooyoung off, but he didn't budge, his grip on your shoulders tightening by instinct. "Wooyoung, stop!" You thrashed under his hold, the pain increasing by the second. He remained unaffected, the sounds of gulping filling the air. Similar to a nightmare, you found yourself not being able to scream nor shout, your vocal chords paralyzed.

"Fuck, you taste divine. You really are made for me," Wooyoung moaned as he lifted his head up from your neck. The night sky had changed its orientation, the moonlight now more concentratedly spilling into the room, revealing his new appearance.

Your boyfriend's warm brown eyes were replaced by crimson irises that seemed to burn into your soul, his lips smeared with a maroon-like substance, and in his mouth were two sharp elongated canines.

You were petrified. If you thought your heart was beating fast before, this time the pounding occupied your ears. Your breaths have gotten shallower, your body shaking. What was wrong with him? Forcing the words out of your mouth, you managed to fearfully utter his name.

Before you could even blink, he dove back down to lick your neck, cradling the back of your head to keep the column of your throat straight. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it, baby, I just had to taste you first," he whispered. "I regret not tasting you sooner... but now that I have, it's time to seal our bond for good."

The pain in your neck returned, but this time felt different. It was less of a sharp pinch and more of a prolonged sting, the burning sensation worsening as he kept his fangs buried in your neck. You didn't even register that you were screaming and writhing in pain until Wooyoung covered your mouth with his free hand. Tears streamed down your face, your eyes squeezed shut. Your hand rose up to his hair with the intention of pulling him off, but this only seemed to encourage him. Accompanied with a purr-like growl, he sank his teeth deeper.

The venom he injected in your bloodstream didn't take long to kick in, your hand on his head already falling limp. Feeling the fight leave your body, Wooyoung's hand uncovered your mouth and slid it down your figure, stopping at your waist. He squeezed, caressing your skin with his thumb as his latch on your neck remained unwavering. Your face that was once contorted in anguish started to relax as your consciousness fades.

Hearing your rapid breathing taper into a slow steady rhythm, Wooyoung finally pulled away. Groaning in pleasure as he licked the remaining blood off his lips, he hovered over your motionless form. He moved your hair aside to fully visualize your now marked neck, smirking as he had finally finished completing the first half of the bond.

He cradled your face with his hands, crimson eyes watching every little puff that left your slightly parted mouth. His gaze snapped back to your neck. Watching your pulse slowly come to a stop, an excited smile appeared on his face when it shortly came back, more revitalized this time. He leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Our forever starts now."

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Your eyes fluttered open a few hours later.

The moonlight still illuminated the room, but it seemed brighter than before; your eyes blinked several times before ultimately adjusting. Your head was throbbing, memories of the past several hours fuzzy. You tried to recall something— anything— but the more you tried, the static persisted. Your entire body felt heavy as if you were stuck in a paralytic state. The clock on the wall ticked louder, the monotonous sound echoing in your ears. Each tick seemed to correspond with the pounding torture in your head. The pain on the side of you neck had subsided, but your throat was a different story. It was dry, almost tingling.

Still disoriented, you failed to notice your boyfriend next to you, watching. He was lying on his side, head propped up on one elbow. He remained silent as he observed you adapt to your surroundings, his face displaying pride.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured as he reached to tuck a hair strand behind your ear. At the sound of his voice, your most recent memories rushed in to your mind. The image of him with red eyes and blood on his lips materialized in your mind, causing you to abruptly sit up and scoot away. His sandalwood scent that once filled you with comfort was now much more potent, your overwhelmed nose crinkling.

"Wha-" You coughed as you got used to your scratchy throat. "What the hell happened?" You clutched the duvet against your chest, gripping it even tighter when Wooyoung's eyes darted down to your cleavage, the latter biting his lip.

"Baby, let's calm down, hm?" His calmness further irked you.

"No, I need to know what the hell that was. What the fuck did you do to me?" You touched your neck, trying to find a trace of a wound, but all you felt was smooth skin. "I felt it! You bit me," he moved closer to try and soothe your unease, but you flinched away. "You bit me," you repeated, shock evident.

"I did," he affirmed, leaning on the headboard. You stared at him in disbelief, thinking he would've denied it, but he also showed no signs of explaining. He looked at you with fondness, but your frenzied mind interpreted it as mocking.

"What did you do to me?" The burning sensation in your throat increased as you spoke through gritted teeth.

"Baby, I know that you're still adjusting, but you really shouldn't talk that way to your soulmate," he frowned. Your labored breathing amplified as your anxiety kept building up. He noticed this and cupped your face in his hands. "Breathe, pretty girl. You're okay. You're safe. It's still me. Still your Wooyoung."

"You bit me," you murmured like a broken record, betrayal and horror seeping in your tone.

"I did it for us, baby. For love."

"You're not making sense!" You snapped, the burning in your throat more prominent. "What did you do to me?!" The picture of your boyfriend with your blood on his mouth kept replaying in your mind. "Everything's too bright and loud, my entire body hurts, my throat stings, and why am I so fucking angry?!"

"My poor baby," he sighed. "I promise I'll explain everything soon, but right now, you need to feed." Wooyoung was mesmerized by how vibrant your crimson eyes were. They blazed with hunger and rage, but he didn't take your aggravation personally since he understood that this was all part of the process.

"Feed?" Your throat burned even more. "What are you talking about?" Discomfort erupted from your upper gums, causing you to halt and cry in pain. You whined in pain as tears leaked from your eyes, Wooyoung shushing you as he wiped them away.

"I know it's hard, but you're my strong girl, hm?" He leaned his forehead into yours.

"It hurts," you whimpered.

"Shhh, I know, baby. I know just the thing to make the pain go away," his words filled your gaze with hope.

God, the sight of you so desperate was such an erotic sight to see. He'd do anything to keep seeing you in that position.

He brought his hand to the nape of your neck to push you towards the crook of his neck. "Tell me, pretty girl, what do you smell?"

Your nose crinkled in disgust as the overpowering smell of sandalwood burned your nose. "Why do you smell so strong?"

"You'll get used to it," he chuckled softly. "But focus. What else do you smell besides my cologne? Is there something that's maybe... calling out to you?" You sniffed once, twice, before the most delectable scent clouded your senses.

"What is that?" You asked sharply, nose twitching as you sniffed the air more. The ache in your gums worsened as you tried to pinpoint the source of the aroma. Your eyes zeroed in on Wooyoung's pulse, the rhythmic throbs tempting you... enticing you. You stayed motionless as you watched the carotid artery pulsate, each beat coaxing you to come closer.

"Listen to your senses," he murmured against the shell of your ear. "What are your instincts telling you, baby?" He slowly pushed you closer, further coaxing you.

"The scent... it's coming from your neck."

"That's right, good job. What about the scent? What does it make you feel?" His cheek pressed on your temple as you eagerly moved closer to his neck to smell the delicious fragrance. He massaged the back of your neck as his other hand combed through your hair, playing with some of your hair strands.

"I... I want to-" Your instincts stepped in before you could finish your train of thought, teeth sinking into your boyfriend's pulse. You gripped his shoulders to stabilize yourself, greedily gulping down his blood like a starving animal. Wooyoung, on the other hand, was in a euphoric state. He groaned in pleasure the second your fangs punctured his skin, and the feeling only amplified as you started drinking from him.

"That's a good girl," he sighed as he stroked his hand through your hair. A shudder ran through his body as he felt the mating bond cement in place, jaw clenched in arousal. Desire radiated off his body as he felt your souls intertwine into one. While he fed off the pleasure from your union, you on the other hand remained unaware. Your newborn senses didn’t pick up on the significance of this intimate session, opting to focus on relieving your thirst.

You eventually pulled away, the prickling feeling in your throat gone. Judgment no longer clouded by hunger, your anger dissipated, but was replaced by horror. You stayed unmoving as you try to process what just happened. Numerous thoughts sped through your mind, but they all had similar conclusions.

You were a monster.

“What’s going on through your pretty little head, hm?” Wooyoung snapped you out of your scrambled thoughts. You didn’t immediately reply, still terrified of him— and yourself. “Baby, you know I don’t like being ignored,” he warned as he pulls you away from his neck to see your face. “There she is,” he murmured as he assessed your eyes revert back to their original color.

“What am I?” You gulped, gaze looking down.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. “Does it really matter? You’re officially mine now.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Dawn was soon approaching, but your body still refused to get a wink of sleep. Mind still reeling from the conversation you had with Wooyoung, resting was the least of your problems.

He had protested at first, claiming how you weren't in the right headspace to learn the truth yet, but he quickly caved in since he could never say no to you.

Vampirism.

Your boyfriend and all your friends were vampires.

He explained the basics of it; how the red eyes, fangs, and drinking blood were all true, but for the most part, everything you thought about vampires were plainly fictional. As he talked about each aspect, his grip never faltered as he held you in his lap with the intention of seeking and providing you comfort. In reality, you knew that he was doing it to prevent you from bolting out the door, and he knew that, evident through his taut embrace.

"Why me?" You mumbled, focused on fidgeting with the duvet as Wooyoung had you leaned against his chest. You were still afraid to look him in the eye. "Why did you turn me? What if I didn't want this?"

He hummed absentmindedly, focused on doting on you. "Why you? Who else would it be if not you?" He chuckled as if you cracked a joke. "Don't be ridiculous, baby, you were made for this. Of course, you'd want this. In fact, you'd need this... need me," he emphasized, then tilted your head up to assess your reaction. Your fearful eyes immediately darted away, making him frown.

"I know I'm not making sense, but all in due time, baby. All in due time," he patted your cheek in an almost patronizing manner.

You stiffened as you felt him shift behind you, arms wrapped around your waist in his sleep. You laid faced away from him, his sweater engulfing your figure. You slowly breathed out, still trying to wrap your head around your new life now— but that's the thing.

You couldn't.

You tried to come terms with it, considering that there's absolutely nothing you can do to change your fate. However, the longer you thought about the whole situation, the harder you found it to adjust. Every time you closed your eyes, you're haunted by the image of your boyfriend with your blood coating his sharp canines.

You love Wooyoung, but the way he neglected to tell you the truth about the supernatural, let alone turning you into a vampire without asking you made you second guess everything. Why did he turn you? Was the relationship even genuine in the first place? Did he even love you? What else could he be hiding? Were your "friends" in on the whole thing?

Doubt only worsened your mental distress. You were overwhelmed by all the questions your mind thought of, the constant ticking sound of the clock, the vexing sound of the A/C humming, and the inviting aroma that Wooyoung emitted. You tried burying your face in the duvet to dull your senses, but it had no effect. You groaned in frustration, your breathing accelerated as you realized that there's no escaping your new reality.

You were a vampire now.

No longer human.

You were close to spiraling; you needed to leave now.

Moving very carefully, you somehow managed to remove Wooyoung's draped arm off you and stealthily positioned one of his pillows to take your place. You held your breath when his eyebrows furrowed, then let out a sigh when his face relaxed once more. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand before pocketing it in the loose sweats that he adorned you with, turning around to catch a glimpse of him. You subconsciously admired his sleeping figure, watching his chest rise and fall. In the past two-and-a-half years that you've been together, you've never actually seen him in such a peaceful state; he was always the one to wake up first and fall asleep last, making sure that you were the first and last thing he'd see everyday.

Your eyes traced his facial features before landing on his neck. You bit your lip when his warm scent wafted over to you, feeling your hunger return at every beat of his pulse. Combined with the sight of his exposed neck, you found yourself inching closer to his neck as it beckoned you, fangs exposed to eagerly get your fill of his blood again. As you were about to sink your teeth into his pulse point, you caught sight of your reflection on his windowpane.

Leaning over his neck with crimson irises and fangs extended was you, ready to pounce like an animal.

The memory of Wooyoung drinking your blood flashed in your mind. The same red eyes, the same sharp teeth. He looked like a monster when you first saw him as is, but this time, you looked like him.

You were the monster.

You let out a sharp gasp in horror, snapping out of your bloodlust. Wooyoung immediately woke up, his gaze landing on your terror-stricken face. "Baby? What's wrong?" He asked softly and tried to reach for you, but you flinched away to increase the space between you two.

"Don't," you looked away in shame.

"Baby, talk to me," he tried again, getting up from bed and walking over to you. In your state of panic, you didn't notice the close distance until he cradled your head in his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Y/N," he stated. "What happened?"

You gulped as he called you by your name, something he hasn't done since you two started dating. You felt your sense of dread increase at this, your fingers fidgeting the ends of the sweater. Tears started welling up in your eyes.

'He doesn't want you anymore. You're a monster.'

'Monster. Monster. Monster.'

'He did this to you.'

"I need to get out of here," you breathed out, prying his hands off. Forgetting your newly acquired enhanced strength, you ripped the bedroom door off its hinges before running down the stairs, Wooyoung on your tail. The first floor was empty as the rest of the guys had already gone to bed. You stopped by the front door, weighing your options: venture out the apartment and potentially hurt people in your vampiric state, or stay here with your vampire boyfriend who's the reason why you're this demonic creature in the first place.

"Baby," he growled, stopping several feet away from you with his hands up. "I need you to calm down. I know that you're having trouble adjusting to this new life, but that's what I'm here for. That's what we're here for," he gestured. "Please, baby, don't do anything irrational. Just come over here so we can go back to bed, hm? We'll deal with everything in the morning, how does that sound?" He coaxed.

"Get away from me," you snapped, taking a step closer to the door. "You'll help me? You'll help me? You're the reason why I'm all fucked up," you shouted, tears of frustration running down your cheeks. "Did you even love me in the first place? Or was this all a plot to turn me into your bloodbag? Is being immortal so boring for you that you had to drag me into this?" You yelled, the betrayal feeling like a stab in the heart.

"Baby-" Wooyoung clenched his jaw at the accusations.

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine," he spoke through gritted teeth. "Y/N," he addressed you, "I understand that you're pissed. You can be pissed at me all you want but don't you ever say those things about me," he spoke sternly. "Don't you ever dare doubt my love for you. I fucking burn for you."

A heavy silence filled the atmosphere, the only present sounds was your heavy breathing and the sniffles that accompanied the tears.

"You're lying to me," you hiccuped. "You're lying to me just like how you lied about being human, like how all of your friends lied to my face, and now about how you love me. Answer me, and don't you dare lie, was it a part of your plan to take my virginity tonight?" You asked with bated breath.

Wooyoung sighed. "Yes, but-"

"I knew it," you shook your head in repulsion, feeling used. "You're a fucking monster."

"Let me explain," he tried to salvage but you were having none of it.

"You used me. I bet everyone was in on it," you seethed.

"It's not like that," he yelled, eyes turning red in anger. Your eyes widened as the same image shows up in your mind, causing you to tremble. He instantly noticed this and tried a calmer approach. "Baby..." he murmured.

"Don't. We're fucking over. Stay away from me," you shouted in fear as your hands grasped the doorknob, bolting outside barefoot the second the door opened.

"Y/N!" You heard him yell in agony from inside the apartment. Your heart clenched in response. You wondered why he's not chasing after you, but decided to focus on getting away.

After all, this is what you wanted, right?

Then, why did leaving him feel like your soul's gone hollow?

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You had spent the rest of December cooped up in your dorm to try and acclimate to your new identity. You've spent the first week moping and mourning; mourning your humanity, your friends, and your relationship. Your rational side thought that it was the best option to cut them off— after all, he's the one that ruined everything. You heart, however, felt otherwise. You didn't dare admit it out loud, but you've been nothing but a husk of a shell since that night you ran away.

You’ve excused this as normal behavior since wasn’t that a common symptom of heartbreak? You’ll eventually get over it. As you started to move onto the acceptance stage of grief though, you’ve learned that being a vampire wasn’t actually so bad.

You’ve learned to start adapting to your sharp senses. You had to invest in blackout curtains since the sunlight was still too bright for your enhanced eyesight, leaving your dorm completely pitch black. You've managed to figure out how to control your hearing after wearing noise-canceling headphones for three days straight. Cool temperatures no longer bothered you as you lounged around in a tank top, your heater collecting dust in the corner. You took the longest time adjusting to your new sense of smell— unlike your hearing, you couldn't really turn it on or off, but you were slowly getting used to all the different scents around you.

You haven't felt thirsty since that night. The sensation of a burning itch in your throat slowly became nothing but a memory, leaving you puzzled. You assumed your bloodlust would've returned since then, but you had zero clue about the vampire dynamics. You didn't complain; it made you feel normal again. After all, what normal college student had fangs? Thus, you deemed it was safe enough to continue taking classes.

The entirety of winter break passed within a blink of an eye and before you know it, spring semester has started.

You walked through the halls with your hood up and a face mask covering the lower half of your face, your bag on one shoulder. Your grip on your bag tightened as students from all around you were chatting animatedly, catching up with their friends. The sound of loud overlapping voices, the harsh glare of the ceiling lights, and the various scents mixing in the air were all starting to make your head throb. You made a beeline for the nearest bathroom, sighing in relief as the sounds and smells were minimized the second you shut the door. You approached the mirror, your knuckles turning white as you held onto the sink, trying to distract yourself from your manifesting headache.

This was a mistake. You thought that you had adapted to everything but that was when the school was basically deserted, most students spending their holidays elsewhere. Now that everyone's back and within close vicinity, you clearly have made little progress. You were so eager with trying to be normal again that you failed to realize how overwhelming this situation could be to a newly turned vampire. You slightly hissed as the headache persisted, the sink making a cracking noise as you unknowingly used your supernatural strength.

After the pain subsided, you made the decision to go back to your dorm and retreat for the day. You walked out of the bathroom after composing yourself, heading to the direction of the dorms. Too busy looking down to block out the hallway lights, the other person groaned as you collided with their body.

"Y/N, hey," your classmate winced as he rubbed his chest. "Damn, you're strong."

"Sorry," you muttered with your head still down. You felt your head start to throb once more as the smell of his strong cologne wafted to your nose, rendering the mask useless.

"How've you been? How was your break?" He asked. You knew he meant well, but you couldn't help but feel bothered.

"Good, good. Just slept a lot," you looked up to meet his concerned gaze. "How was yours?"

"It was good! My family rented out a cabin so that was nice," he trailed off. "Are you okay, by the way? You look a little pale, no offense."

"Flu season," you faked a cough through your mask, the latter nodding in sympathy.

"I'm sure your boyfriend will nurse you back to health in no time. By the way, where is he? This is the first time I've seen you without him."

Your eye twitched in irritation as the conversation kept going, your senses overburdened. "Actually, we broke up-"

"There you are," you stilled as you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder.

No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.

As if sensing your panicked state, his arms constricted further, ensuring you couldn't leave his grasp. "Hi, baby."

"Wooyoung, how was your winter break?" Your classmate greeted the newcomer, unaware of your predicament.

"Would've been better if this one stayed with me the entire time," he chuckled, kissing your temple through your hood. He had said it as a joke, but you knew it was a warning. You remained rigid, your fingers starting to fidget with your sleeves. Your breaths started to fasten, but your face mask hid it well.

"Also, Y/N, did you just say that you guys broke up?" Your friend questioned. Too wrapped up in your distress, you didn't get to answer him as Wooyoung swooped in.

"Well, we technically broke up because she's no longer my girlfriend..." Wooyoung hummed as he slid a hand down to intertwine with yours, the other still wrapped around your midsection. "She's my fiance."

Both you and your classmate's eyes widened in shock, your heart racing. What is he talking about?

"Congratulations to you two! Y/N, why didn't you say anything? And where's the ring?" He fired questions loudly, worsening your headache. Feeling your discomfort, Wooyoung was quick to turn you around and bury your face in his chest. Despite still being angry and fearful of him, you made no moves of pushing him away as his hoodie helped muffle your surroundings, giving your ears a break from the insistent comments. His familiar sandalwood scent filled your nose— it wasn't as pungent as that night, but rather soothing.

“We’d love to stay here and chat, but Y/N here is feeling sick,” he rubbed your back as you subconsciously nuzzled closer to his scent.

God, you hated how his presence gave you solace.

Your classmate nodded in understanding before walking away, leaving the two of you alone. Wooyoung continued rubbing your back in circular motions before leaning down to your ear. "How are you feeling?" He murmured.

"...hurts," you hesitantly answered as more people flooded the halls, further vexing you. He held your hand as you let him lead you back to your dorm, your head hung low in pain and shame. A few weeks ago, you ran away from this man and now, you were letting him touch you like nothing's changed; not that you could help it when he was the only thing keeping you sane at the moment. You made no sound when he pulled out his key fob from his pocket to unlock your door with a duplicate key.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he groaned into your neck once he shut the door behind you. "I wanted to run after you, you know? But the others told me to give you space." He cradled your face in between his hands, eyes peering down at you before desperately pressing his lips onto yours. You were still disoriented, so you didn't register that he was kissing you until he had pulled away. "I missed this," he licked his lips to savor the taste. "My poor baby, I shouldn't have left you alone... Shouldn't have listened to the guys... My girl didn't need space... You needed me..." He said in between pecks, each one firmer than the last.

He gently guided you to sit on the edge of your bed before crouching down in front of you, your hands in his grasp. By now, your body's acclimated to the quiet dim environment, your headache gone. "You did so good today, baby," he praised. "I shouldn't have let you run that night, but what matters now is that you're not alone anymore. I'm here to help you every step of the way, baby. We can start with meeting up with the guys because they missed you, you know. We need to start moving your stuff into the apartment, then after we'll-"

"No," you interrupted. Now that your mind's regained its clarity, you were finally able to think for yourself instead of blindly falling for Wooyoung's charms.

"No?" He repeated.

"No," you tried to free your hands from his grip, but he tightened his hold. "I don't need anything from you because we're over."

"Baby... do you really believe that?" He chuckled. "You'll always be mine and there's no changing that. You can't change fate." He stood up, towering over your sitting figure.

"I broke up with you," you said lowly, inching backwards on the bed as Wooyoung moved closer. You flinched when he started slowly trailing his hands on your legs. You hated how he made you feel so weak, but you hated the fact that your body immediately recognized his touch more.

"Did you?" he hummed, his gaze following his hand movements before snapping up to meet your eyes. He squeezed your thighs, smirking when he noticed your face turning red— he found it endearing how your human traits were still intact. "I don't remember that," his hands traveled down your calves. "Here's what I remember," he yanked your ankle towards him when you tried to back away some more. "We celebrated your birthday... we made love... completed the bond... then you ran away."

"You turned me into a vampire," you spat, ignoring the building burning sensation in your throat. "Don't just gloss over the fact that you did this to me without asking. You didn't even bother explaining anything," you turned your head away when he leaned his face closer to yours, his arm on the bed to support himself.

"Baby, you're so cute when you pout," he teased. "But don't forget that it was you that ran away before I could explain anything." You huffed when you realized he was right, eyes flashing red in irritation. "Hey, none of that," he chided.

"Don't tell me what to do," you glared at him. "For fuck's sake, get out and leave me alone!" The words spilled out of your mouth. Your heart subconsciously clenched when you saw the stony expression form on Wooyoung's face. You didn't know if it was the feelings you still harbored for him or something else, but seeing his blank look had your mind scrambling to apologize. "Woo, I-I'm sorry-"

"Shhh, you're alright," he instantly engulfed you in an embrace, rubbing your back. "You're confused, overwhelmed, and thirsty. It's not your fault." Your mind was too occupied with his affection to notice the overbearing tone he used. At the mention of the last part, you were made aware of the familiar tingling feeling in your throat. Your eyes widened in horror as you felt a dull pain erupt from your gums. His sandalwood scent filled the air, luring you to his neck. You tried to pull away, but he kept you in the same position. "Don't fight it, baby. You need it... you need me," he whispered in your ear.

"No, I don't want to-" you refused. His scent and the faint sound of his pulse further tempted you, but you remained strong. This whole situation reminded you of that night, and you wanted to dissociate yourself as much as possible from the monster you were.

"Please, Wooyoung. Don't make me do this," you softly pleaded with your face scrunched, trying your best to block out the alluring scent. Your throat was on fire at this point, while your fangs increased in length. It was obvious to the both of you that you were losing the fight against temptation. "If you make me do this, I'll hate you forever," you said through gritted teeth.

"No, you won't," he shushed, keeping one hand to rub your back while the other cradled your head closer to his neck. "Even if you did, I'd have an eternity to make it up to you and trust me... that's what I plan on doing regardless." He could sense that you were close to breaking, so he continued. "Baby, you're in pain... you need me to take away all the pain," he cooed. "Think about what just happened out there. Everything was too bright and loud... you were trembling... I can't even imagine what would've happened if I wasn't there," he sighed as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Your eyes were trained on his pulse point, each beat enticing you. "You're mine, baby," he whispered. "Let me take care of what's mine, hm?"

For a second, you had hope that you were strong enough to fight the bloodlust. You were convinced that your human side would prevail against your vampiric nature. The moment you blinked, however, you found yourself latched onto Wooyoung's neck, vehemently sucking his blood as you gripped his shoulders to keep him still. You closed your eyes in disappointment as you drank, a few tears escaping your eyes in resignation of your fate.

He moaned softly when you had finally succumbed, hugging you tighter to eliminate any spaces between your bodies. "Good girl," he panted as he clutched the back of your head firmly, pushing you closer to his neck. A small smile tugged on his lips when he realized he had won you over, his mate.

You remained in that position for a while before you finally pulled away, having had too much blood. You licked your lips when he cradled your face in between his hands, observing you— you were on a high, filled with bliss.

Wooyoung smirked at the sight of his mate, finding your euphoric state adorable. "Y/N," he gently called out to grab your attention, before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

This time, you reciprocated it with the same energy.