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extra! extra! read all about it! 🗞️ mars is in his feelings and he can’t get out of it 😵💫📰
જ⁀➴ ♡ HEART TO HEART — a belated martin edwards valentines smau 🦔<3🦔
in an attempt to prove he does know how to talk to a pretty girl, martin edwards needs a date to keonho’s valentines-birthday party by friday. with his charming personality and gorgeous smile like no other, it won’t be hard for him to twirl someone into pretending to be his plus one — the actual challenge lies in making sure he doesn’t catch genuine feelings, so that all his firsts are still saved for the real thing.
⤷ 💌 a boy who wants nothing more than to fall in love for real + the girl who’s sworn off of relationships, in the ultimate cliche of a fake dating scheme? these hearts don’t stand a chance 😪😪
( notes ) martin x fem!reader, social media au, featuring members of cortis && meovv, 1 oc, fake dating trope, slightly inspired by ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ and MANY different love songs (try and catch them all, i’ll give u a kiss 😚), fluff, crack, angst, includes swearing, corny jokes, lots of denial going on (slow burn?), all images are from pinterest, a work of fiction!
-> and a special thank you to @kaikaikoi for hearing out all my rambles for this idea (and for just being kaikai 💞) my valentine 4 life or whateverrr 🙏 js letting everyone know, juhoon’s gf is canonically her 🤣🤞
taglists for this series will be open if anyone is interested 🤔🤔 comment / send an ask or priv msg to join ☺️
( status ) completed as of 15/03/26!
• love letter 01. — set on february 14th
• bonus : prologue — set on january 1st ( 1.5 months before heart to heart )
• love letter 02.
• love letter 03.
• love letter 04.
• love letter 05.
• love letter 06.
• love letter 07. — sections are inspired by @kaikaikoi’s party fics! 😚
• love letter 08.
• love letter 09.
• bonus : moodboard — by @fujiswn MY SWEETHEART 💯💌🌷
• love letter 10. — set on march 20th
• bonus : ynmars' playlists — sptfy for yn, youtube music for martin
• love letter 11.
• love letter 12.
• love letter 13.
• bonus : epilogue
• bonus : mars with cinnamoroll && mocha sketch — by @marsbeat the sweetest and cutest thing in the entire world 😭😭☹️☹️💞☹️
So I read that instead of studying (1st exam in 3 days) but i dont regret it cause it was such a beautiful protrait of first love i actually want what theu have for myself
⟢ sunshine!keonho x fem!reader .𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗ smau sequel oneshot fluff profanities yn is not very happy… ynjju from “your lab partner” mention :3
an been super busy so me thinks updates are gonna become slower 😓😓 sorry guys :’ butbut also !! i made enha tumblr which i will be posting on it in like 2 weeks time. there might be coughcough smut cough .. 👀
SYN . accidentally confessing to your crush on the stupid ig story box thingy was definitely not in your senior year agenda. while you're embarrassed as hell and is currently contemplating your life choices, seonghyeon is nothing but smug and thrilled that the girl of his dreams secretly likes him back
part one , part two , part three
✏️ . . . my 1st hyeon fic! lemme know how it goess
OR . . . 5 TIMES EVERYONE THOUGHT JAMES WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND & THE ONE TIME YOU DIDN’T BOTHER TO CORRECT THEM
❤︎ c. yufan x reader
&&. friends to lovers. yearner bsf!james. non-idol au. mentions of parties + alcohol. brief mentions of violence + jealousy. fem-implied reader. can be read as a standalone fic, but is a continuation of hopelessly devoted requested by anonymous <3 all content is purely fictional !
-ˋˏ ✄┈ ONE
JAMES IS LATE. james was never late, not once since you’d known him. he was always five minutes early, annoyingly punctual even when you wish he wouldn’t be.
but today, james is late. and he’s not answering his phone, which is unlike him, so you finally get up from your chair and go downstairs to search the beyond-packed library for him.
when you come back up after the fruitless search, your friends have finally arrived. they’re mid laugh, sipping on some exorbitantly-colored boba drink, eyes widening when they see you come up the stairs.
megan nudges your shoulder, offering you a sip from her cup. “hey, tell your boyfriend thanks for the drinks!”
“my boyfriend?” you blink, blindly taking the drink she shoves into your hand. several of the others echo the thanks, but you’re stuck on the ‘boyfriend’ part another minute before james comes bustling in, balancing a pastry bag on top of a drink carrier full of the same beverage that’s currently in your hand.
he grins when he sees you, taking his wired headphones off his shoulder as he sets everything down. “hey! sorry i’m late, i saw your messages but my hands were kinda full.”
normally you’d crack a joke or tease him about his uncharacteristic tardiness, but you’re still thrown off by megan’s comment.
“i picked up that new drink they have at the cafe by my place, the one you said you wanted to try?” he continues, effortlessly passing around the drinks and pastries to your friends while he talks. “figured it’d be good study fuel, especially since you have all those exams coming up.”
“right, thanks!” you manage, your laugh coming out with a nervous tinge that makes you wince internally. james doesn’t seem to notice, tearing off a piece of his croissant for you to try. he holds the piece of bread to your mouth with that same easy smile, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you lean forward to bite it.
boyfriend…
“it’s good, right?” james insists, laughing at your mouth-full nod. as you sit back down, your eyes trace the lines of his whisker-dimples, the way his eyes close when he laughs. you keep staring from behind your laptop screen as he sets up his things, completely unaware of your unwavering gaze.
your boyfriend… what a concept.
-ˋˏ ✄┈ TWO
YOUR PHONE IS RINGING. you wince when you see your mother’s contact light up the screen. it’s been way too long since you called her, but exam season has you going absolutely insane.
“heeeyyy,” you greet, trying not to sound as guilty as you feel. (it’s not working).
“she’s alive!” your mother jokes, and you sigh as you fall back into the pillows on your bed.
“i’m so sorry, i promise i meant to call! it’s just with exams, i haven’t had any free time between studying and test prep, ugh, i feel like i’m losing my mind.”
“remember to keep taking care of yourself,” she chides, “don’t neglect your health just for some grades!”
“it’s not just grades, it’s my entire future.”
she clicks her tongue. “you’re too young to be worrying about your future. wait until your greys start to come in.”
“i’m going to put you on with my guidance counselors and see what they have to say about that.”
when she laughs, you do too.
“well,” she says, static crackling in your speaker, “how’s everything else? are you remembering to have fun and not just study? are you still seeing that guy?”
your nose wrinkles in confusion. “what guy?”
“the one you’re always talking about!”
“mom, the only guy i ever hang out with is james.”
“james! yes, that was it. you’re still together?”
“james and i are not dating,” you snort. “he’s my best friend.”
“you talk about him all the time. he drives you around, gets you coffee, takes you out to eat, he’s in every picture you send us!”
“that doesn’t mean we’re together,” you insist, rolling over on your side. true to your mother’s words, nearly every picture on the wall beside your bed is of you and james.
she gives a low hum, full of that motherly-knowing. “whatever you say, dear.”
she switches topics after that, but your mind lingers on her words from before, and your gaze on the photo wall.
-ˋˏ ✄┈ THREE
THE BIG ONE IS DONE. your ill-fated chemistry exam, the one you’d been studying for the entire last month, was finally over. you didn’t know how it turned out, but your chest felt lighter just getting the damn thing turned in.
you’d raced to james’ apartment, bypassing the knock and instead fumbling for the spare key he’d given you a few months back as you let yourself in.
“it’s over!” you yell, barging in after throwing the door open and tossing your book bag to the ground. “i’m free!”
an empty living room greets you. your lips pull into a pout. where was james for the celebratory hug and scream-cheering session? where was your sweet reward matcha latte and k-drama binge night?
you walk over to the calendar he keeps near the kitchen, every aspect of his schedule planned out in detail, complete with little spider-man doodles and positive manifestations.
hockey practice, tuesday 6pm.
great. you check the clock. 6:24 pm. he’d be gone at least another hour and a half if not more.
your mood sours just a little, but you move on to plan b. you go into james’ room, slide into whatever hoodie he’d left on his desk chair, and climb into his bed where you promptly fall asleep.
─────
james unlocks his door and heaves a great sigh, stretching his sore limbs after dropping his gym bag.
juhoon looks up from the couch, his eyes going wide at the volume of the subsequent groan james lets out.
“dude, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was crashing here! keep it down, you’ll wake her.”
“girlfriend?”
juhoon gestures to where the door to james’ room is still open. you’re still fast asleep under his comforter, in his university hoodie, mouth open and snoring.
james covers his mouth to keep from laughing. when he drops it, a fond smile has taken over his face. juhoon gives him a knowing look.
“are you ever gonna ask her out?”
james shushes him immediately, shooing the younger boy off as he goes in the bedroom and closes the door behind him.
he approaches the bed, where you’ve shifted to curl up in the corner, one pillow clutched in your arms. he perches on the mattress beside you, and your stir at the movement.
your eyes open to find his smile, so wide his eyes are nearly closed. “good morning.”
you punch his arm weakly, speaking through a yawn. “i waited for you.”
“clearly,” he replies, scooting back on the bed to lean against the wall. “so how was the big exam?”
you shrug, sitting up a little. “won’t know until next week, but i’m just glad that thing is over.”
he laughs. “i’m sure you did great.”
“how was practice?” you ask, cheek smushed against the pillow.
“boring. coach made us run drills almost the entire time ‘cause some guys were late.”
his fingers idly brush the hair from your face. the touch is so casual, nothing different than normal, but it makes your heart leap in your chest.
you burrow deeper into the covers, tugging on his sleeve. “come nap with me.”
“you won’t sleep tonight,” james chides, but he’s still smiling.
“i can sleep for ten days after that exam,” you retort, continuously tugging at his sleeve. “come on.”
james lets you pull him down beside you, laughing when his back hits the mattress.
“you smell good.” you cuddle closer, ditching the pillow to clutch his arm to your chest instead.
“i showered at the gym.”
you hum, falling into comfortable silence, feeling the residual energy of his strong heartbeat so close to you.
“goodnight, jjami.”
“goodnight,” he answers, grabbing for his phone with his free hand. your eyes are already closed, so you don’t see the text from juhoon that james opens.
girl + friend = girlfriend
-ˋˏ ✄┈ FOUR
THE BEACH WAS PACKED. it had been full-house all day, the waves crashing and sun beating down even though it was barely a few weeks into spring.
your friend group had decided on a bonfire once the sun set, and you and james had run out to pick up s’mores supplies — except that when you returned, there was almost no place for you to sit.
your hair was still damp from the water, smelling of sunscreen and tanning oil, and you were in cutoff jean shorts and james’ hockey team hoodie. you’d just finished unloading the snacks and look up to him with a questioning glance.
your friends are caught up in the fire and the food, not a care in the world for your little seating issue. you could just sit in the sand, but then it was already getting cold and you’d have to worry about the embers flying in your eyes and such.
you stand around for a while, but nobody gets up. and then james, ever the gentleman, gestures for you to sit first on the tiny sliver of log that wasn’t taken. you grin, grabbing him by the shoulders and plopping him down before settling comfortably on his lap, legs thrown over his without a care.
his cheeks are warm, either from the proximity or the fire, but his hands are strong and steady around you.
the firelight glints off his copper eyes. “you okay?”
you nod, gaze returning to the fire. you squeeze his hands, locked around your middle to keep you in place against him. “never better.”
the laughter and conversation keeps coming, and so do the toasted marshmallows.
some especially toasty, in your case.
“holy shit!”
you blow frantically on the squishy thing to extinguish the flame, to no avail. you nearly tumble off james’ lap in all the commotion, but he takes the skewer from you with a smirk and blows it out in one breath.
you make playful cutting eyes at him, but he’s redeemed as he holds the stick steady while you assemble the s’more around the burnt confection.
james laughs when you present it to him proudly and obediently takes a bite.
“it’s good,” he says through a mouthful of graham cracker, and you snort as you take a bite yourself.
you’re so caught up with the smoky taste of the treat that you don’t notice the way james is looking at you.
what you do notice, however, is that across the circle your friends and pointing and whispering and giggling. you can tell it’s all in good nature, that they’re probably on about “how cute you and james are” like they have been for weeks now, but it doesn’t bother you even one bit.
they could think what they want. you were just happy to be there with james.
-ˋˏ ✄┈ FIVE
THE PARTY WAS IN FULL SWING. it was one of the few times you’d managed to drag james out of his apartment on a friday night, and you were enjoying every second of it — until he ran off.
(an exaggeration. he’d only wandered off to get you another drink, but he was taking longer than normal and you were starting to miss him).
you’re too busy wallflower-ing to notice the guy that comes up to you until he begins to speak, leaning in to be heard over the music.
“you look a little lonely.”
he’s handsome, tall, good smile. not james, but still handsome.
“just waiting for a drink,” you reply coyly, nearly shouting as well. he holds up his cup, but you shake your head. “no thanks.”
“suit yourself,” he winks, taking another swig. “so, you having fun?”
“music could be better,” you admit. “but it’s a good time. you?”
he starts to answer but trails off when a pair of strong arms encircle your waist. you feel the familiar warmth and steadiness of james’ chest against your back, the sharp line of his chin settling on your shoulder.
the guy — the poor guy who hadn’t even gotten the chance to introduce himself — starts to back away.
“my bad,” he says, lifting his drink in salute. “didn’t know you were taken.”
james doesn’t say anything, just stares with that stone-cold gaze, and you’re too flustered to speak up either. the guy turns and leaves without another word, and you finally get up the bearings to pull away and shove james in the chest.
“you’re always scaring guys off from me!” you complain.
he barely budges from your actions, his eyes still fixed on the other guy’s retreating back. “i didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”
“he didn’t even get a chance to look at me!”
“he wasn’t good enough,” james insists, leaning back against the wall.
you roll your eyes. “you say that about every guy.”
“it’s true about every guy,” he shrugs. he offers the can to you, taking it upon himself to fix up the little details in your outfit as you take a sip. he fixes a stray strand of hair, adjusts the strap on your top, tugs down at your skirt to ensure full coverage. he’s like a helicopter-best-friend. “and what was that with the drink? that’s dangerous.”
“i didn’t take it,” you huff. “i can look after myself.”
“i know you can,” he says. “but what’s wrong with letting someone help out?”
you huff again, but you don’t say anything else. you don’t want to ruin the night arguing, especially when you know he has the best intentions and went out of his way to come with you tonight.
“let’s just…enjoy the party, okay?”
james gives a resolute nod. “i can do that. you want to dance?”
that gets a smile out of you. “let’s do it!”
─────
it’s not like james to leave you alone, especially anywhere as crowded as this party. but the car was parked far down the dark street, and it was getting later and colder, and you insisted you’d be fine waiting on the porch while he went to go get it.
he shouldn’t have left you.
because when he pulls up to the driveway, ready to get out and walk you back to the car, there’s somebody in his place by your side.
it’s a different guy this time. bigger, stupider, and clearly not backing off.
you’re against a corner, smile stretched uncomfortably tight. your knuckles are paling around the can in your hand.
then the guy leans in, way too close for comfort, and you smile drops completely.
james sees the way your pupils dilate with panic, the way you try to duck away from the contact, and he explodes like a firecracker out of the car, keys still swinging from the ignition.
you yelp when the douchebag in front of you is yanked backwards, hands clapping over your mouth when you see james appear behind him and then—
WHAM!
his fist cracks against the guy’s jaw with scary precision.
shouts erupt from the partygoers who’d spilled outside, watching the fight break out.
you watch in horror as james shakes out his hand, easily ducking the retaliation punch the other guy swings out of instinct.
“what the fuck is your problem?!” the guy yells, advancing, but james is too quick. he shoves him again, eyes burning with rage, but a group of frat guys gets between them before things escalate even more.
“stay the fuck away from her!” he yells as the partygoers push him back towards the car.
james almost never curses. he never gets in fights. and he certainly doesn’t get into fights over you.
“what the hell were you thinking?!” you demand, anger rising in your voice. the fury vanishes from his eyes as soon as james looks at you, his gaze softening but eyes still wide with shock when you shove him in the chest too.
“i— i was—”
“are you insane?! you could’ve gotten hurt!”
your clenched hands fall weakly against him, your arms having begun to shake already. your vision is going blurry with tears and your resolve gives out, anger giving way to the fear and panic from before.
when you collapse forward into his arms, you’ve already started to cry. your arms clutch tight to his back, fists balled into his jacket as your shoulders shake.
“i’m sorry,” james murmurs quickly, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other tight around your waist. “i won’t do it again. i just didn’t want you to get hurt, and i was worried, and i saw him lean in like that and i just lost it—”
“thank you,” you whisper, and he falls silent. his arms wrap around you even tighter, and it’s like he’s the only thing holding you together when it feels like you’re falling apart.
the party rages on behind you, the fight long forgotten, but james keeps you wrapped up in his arms as he leads you back to the car.
he may not be your boyfriend, not exactly, but he sure as hell won’t let anything happen to you. not while he’s around. not on his life.
-ˋˏ ✄┈ THE ONE
SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. not really, anyway.
it wasn’t a crime to sit too close, or to touch his arm while apologizing for nearly spilling her drink on him (even though the cup was miles from touching him), or to sneak less-than-subtle glances out of the corner of her eye.
she wasn’t the first one, and something told you she wouldn’t be the last. and that wouldn’t have bothered you normally, but this time you can’t escape the deep ache in your gut.
because it’s james. your james — sweet, oblivious james who had no idea he was being hit on and subsequently no idea why you were absolutely pissed.
except he’s not yours, which you had to remind yourself of, and had only served to further sour your mood.
that, james noticed.
what he didn’t notice was when he went to get his jacket after you told him with flushed cheeks and a delicate scowl, that you wanted to go — was that the girl apologized to you for not realizing he was your boyfriend. and you didn’t say one word to the contrary.
he just took your hand as you walked out like nothing had happened.
the fresh air feels good on your face, hot from anger and embarrassment and some guilt you were trying hard to push down.
“is everything okay?” james asks, ever thoughtful, ever patient. his pace matches yours, though with his longer legs it takes him half the effort — whereas you’re walking like you’re trying to run away from something.
“i’m fine,” you reply unconvincingly, arms crossed over your chest as your shoes knock against the pavement. you don’t look at him when you speak. you can’t. he’d see right through you.
james doesn’t press the issue. he just drapes his jacket over your shoulders, opens the car door for you, and takes you home.
when you get in the door, he stops you in the entryway. “you sure you’re okay?” his hands find your cheeks, hot under his touch as he smoothes the hair back from your face. “you didn’t have too much to drink? you’re all flushed.”
there’s no malice or judgement in his tone. just warm concern, and a hint of exasperated fondness underneath it. it does nothing to help your state.
“i told you i’m fine!” you insist, pulling back even though your body yearns for his touch. it’s true, your burning jealousy hadn’t allowed for much drinking. you weren’t exactly in a festive mood, then or now.
you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, hoping for some reprieve to this ugly feeling. a soft quiet settles, the tension bleeding from the room as the frenzy subsides.
james sinks into the couch, just as home at your place as his.
you walk over slowly, dreading the question before it even leaves your mouth.
“james, can i ask you something?”
not jjami. uh oh, it’s serious.
he sits up straighter. “yeah, of course.”
“what are we?”
the questions hangs in the air a while before he can muster the breath to reply. “what do you mean?”
“i mean…you act like my boyfriend. everyone around us is convinced we’re madly in love. and…you look at me like…” you trail off, unsure of how to continue. “like that,” you reply helplessly, gesturing to his face. to his brown eyes, soft like melting copper in that way he only ever looks at you.
“so…so what are we?”
james swallows hard. “whatever you want us to be.”
“what do you want?”
his response is breathless, immediate. “you.”
that surprises you. it shouldn’t, but it does. by now, his fingers have laced into yours and you’re having trouble focusing.
“you…what?”
“i was scared it was obvious.”
“i…” it was. to everyone else, and maybe even to you too. but you were too scared to put your eggs in one basket, to let yourself think it was anything more than it was. “i don’t know.”
it’s too much. too many possibilities, too much change. you’d never been good at change. the only reason you could ever stand it was with james by your side. but now it’s different. now, the change is between you.
“that’s okay,” he says, quickly, softly. “you don’t have to know anything. we can pretend nothing happened. it’s still me.”
“it’s not that,” you whisper back. “it’s just…”
you’re flustered again, almost too embarrassed to bring it up. too late now.
“just what?” he asks gently. his hands are still warm in yours.
“those girls!” you burst out before you can stop yourself. you fight the urge to clap your hands over your mouth, mortified by the outburst.
james blinks. “what girls?”
you drag your hands over your face, your cheeks warm under the touch. “james, you can’t possibly be that blind.”
“from the party?”
“yes, from the party! they couldn’t have been more obvious!”
his only answer is a puzzled glance. you’d be infuriated if he wasn’t so beautiful.
“and it’s not just them, james,” you sigh, pressure building behind your eyes. “it’s every girl that passes you by, the baristas that put hearts on your cups, the gym receptionist that giggles when you say ‘good morning’, it’s everyone!”
“are you…you’re jealous?”
like it’s just dawning on him.
your face burns. “maybe.”
it takes a moment for him to reply — and to wipe the tiny smile off his face and get serious.
“i don’t see other girls. i mean, i see them with my eyes, but not…not with my heart.” he’s pulling you in with every word, like you were made to be in his arms. “you’re the only one i feel when i’m around you. my heart only beats for you.”
god, you could die. your heart thumps pathetically against your ribs like it’s about to combust. you wouldn’t be surprised if it did.
“you’re going to kill me,” you whisper, close enough now that your nose is practically touching his.
“not before i get a chance to kiss you,” he murmurs back, the ghost of a laugh escaping him as he pulls you in, in, in even closer, until you’re practically in his lap.
you could die. your hands are squeezing his shoulders for purchase so tight you’re sure it’s painful, but there’s nothing in his eyes but bliss.
“so…can i?”
his thumbs are tracing circles around the skin exposed on your waist where he’s shirt’s ridden up. you’re having trouble even following his words. “what?”
“kiss you,” he replies, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
it’s all you can do to nod shakily, and then you can’t even think at all.
it’s like fireworks exploding. it’s the kind of kiss where if you were in a movie, some grand piano and strings theme would be playing, and the audience would be cheering, and the screen would turn pink and red with flower petals.
but it’s more than a blown-out fantasy. because it’s james, which means that it’s real.
the warmth of his body under you is real. the smoothness of his skin, the soft hair on the back of his neck beneath your fingers is real. his lips on yours, the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks when he kisses you — it’s all real.
and it’s better than you ever imagined. because it’s james. your james.
then, now, and probably forever.
💭 — i really hope the anon who requested this finds it!! <3 thank you so much for the ideas and inspo, 100% of the cred belongs to ur beautiful brain. i think it really came together and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!!
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A new house, a fresh start, and a new nerdy neighbor that you're secretly crushing on... only it's not really a secret. Moving next door to Kim Juhoon was one of the best things that could've happened to you- he just doesn't know it yet.
pairing𖦹 nerd!juhoon x reader
genre𖦹 smau, humor, fluff, strangers to lovers, high school (senior year), non!idol au,
status𖦹 completed!
warnings𖦹 slight language, MULTIPLE chronically online references (sorry😓), underage smoking, any typos bc i didnt proofread!!
gigi notes𝄞 Hi everybody!! This is my first official smau. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I'm so excited to share it. Enjoy🤍
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summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents
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Synopsis : Kai can’t take the distance anymore and decides to take matters into his own hands. He’s on his way to [y/n]’s house.
Pairing: bestfriend!HueningKai x Fem!reader Fakebf!HueningKai x Fakegf!reader
Genre: Fluff, Fake Dating, crack
w/c : 1.3k ~ 1362
Warnings!: swearing, kinda corny (😭)
a/n : hello everyone! I’m so happy to be back from my hiatus and releasing my works again…I hope the wait was worth it!! Hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it :)). Also, I’m so sad but also happy that this series is almost to and end! One more chapter left!! Thank you all so much for the support for my first ever project, I appreciate you all soso much ^^! Please enjoy!
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The rain outside was brutal, dumping what felt like gallons per minute. The sound of the hard rain pelting against the windshield of Kai’s car didn’t concern him.
He couldn’t even hear it. His thoughts drowned everything out around him. He had a one track mind; make it to [y/n]’s house.
Every time he got stopped at a traffic light was another minute wasted. Another minute something could be stopping him from making it to you.
It was almost 10 pm. You could be asleep right now. He doesn’t have much information other than the fact that you're home right now. You never turned your location off. He has his phone next to him, making sure you don’t move. Don’t leave without him being there. Risks are still high for you and your stalker.
When he hits another red light, he frantically checks his phone again. He sees you moving. Great, you are awake!
Kai then comes to the realization that he’s basically the stalker at this point, but he chooses to ignore it. He’s only trying to care for you after all.
He’s almost at your house. 5 minutes away. He knows the way by heart.
His passenger seat feels empty without you in it, but it really isn’t. Next to him is your favorite coffee from the cafe he works at. A bouquet of flowers, your favorite ones, just for you. A stuffed animal he’d noticed that occurred multiple times on your wishlist. As well as a handmade card from him. To tell you how sorry he was for everything, and that he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.
Your scent in his car still lingers. He can smell you, but tries to ignore it. He can’t have himself become a mess before he even makes it to your house.
He’s three minutes away. He’s already breaking a sweat. He keeps one hand on the wheel while he runs the other through his hair. He doesn’t really care too much about how he looks, what he really cares about is you and your reaction to his sudden late night appearance.
Two minutes.
His hands begin to get clammy on the wheel. He gets tunnel vision. He has to make it to your house as soon as possible.
One minute.
There’s no more traffic lights, your apartment building is slightly farther away from all the commotion in the busier part of town.
Before he knows it, he’s parking his car in the spot he always does, right in front of the building.
He looks at himself in the mirror of his car one more time before he’s getting out.
He’s not dressed properly, and the rain is pelting hard on him. He quickly runs from one side of the car to the other.
He begins to grab the items from his passenger seat. The flowers, the stuffed animal, the coffee, and the card. He hides the card under his shirt so it doesn’t get wet. He’ll make sure of it.
He’s already completely soaked, his hair looks rough and his clothes have darker shaded spots from the rain drops that attacked him outside.
He safely made it inside the building, shaking his head and running his hands through it once more, trying to make sure it doesn’t look so bad. He slightly shivers, but then easily settles when he feels the warmth of the heater swallow him.
He has a spare key to your room, he always has. He checks your location again, and from what it looks like, you should be in the living room.
He walks through the stairwell, just to be sure he doesn’t get spotted in the elevator, as well as a micro punishment for himself.
He finally makes it to your floor without a struggle, though he does seem to be breathing a bit heavy.
Kai begins to beeline towards your apartment, number 106.
He finds your room number mounted to the wall on a cheap looking plaque.
His first instinct is to immediately unlock your door and apologize pathetically for everything he’s done. Instead, he knocks, forgetting that’s what he’s supposed to do.
After waiting a while and a pep talk, he finally builds up the courage to knock. He tries to knock like a normal person, but he can’t help but do his signature, rhythmic knock.
He’s embarrassed at himself, but tries to paste on a smile.
You hear the knock and it immediately spooks you. You weren’t going to answer, as it’s currently 10pm, but you notice that familiar sound. The noise lures you towards the door. You're very confused. That’s Kai’s knock. But why would Kai be here at ten o’clock?
You check through the peep hole of your door. You’re surprised but also not when you see a soaking wet Kai outside your door. Holding…flowers?
He hears you begin to undo the locks in your door and his head immediately perks up. His hand gains a slight tremble.
When you open the door, you see Kai’s eyes glitter. You're still in your pajamas and slippers, embarrassed at your look. Kai has a casual outfit that he usually wears.
“Kai…?” You say, completely confused. His head drops like he’s shying away from you. “Hi.” He mumbles in an almost inaudible tone.
“What happened to you? You’re dripping! Did you not dress for the rain?” You asked in a concerned tone, even though you already know the answer.
“No I didn’t. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I needed to get to you as soon as possible.”
You notice him slightly shaking and gesture at him to come inside. As much as you don’t want to be, you feel bad for him.
He puts everything down in an organized way and presents it to you.
“[y/n] I’m really sorry for everything I’ve done. I never wanted to ruin our relationship.”
You smile, but that’s the only reaction you give.
Kai looks instantly sad at your under reaction. He tries to point out everything to you. “Well,” he points to the coffee he placed on the counter. “I memorized your coffee order so I could bring it to you whenever you needed before you’d ask.” He says. “I also got it decaf because I remember you mentioning that.”
You look at him with a pout on your face. As much as you don’t want to react, still trying to hold a grudge, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter a little more.
“I got you these as well because I remember you talking about how you'd always wanted to pick some yourself.” He says holding the bouquet.
Your pout grows even larger.
“And I got you this because I always see it on your wishlist, and, here.” He finishes as he hands you the card.
“Kai-“ you try to speak but you get a wave of sadness and happiness all together. “No one has ever done this for me.” You say, your voice is a little shaky.
You begin to walk towards him to hug him, his arms open in an instant.
His embrace is warm, despite his wet clothes.
“I love you, pretty.” He says to you, stroking your hair.
“I love you too Kai. So much. I’m sorry for being a petty bitch.” You say with a half laugh.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry for being complicated.” He replies with genuine apologies.
He gazes down at you and you look right up back at him.
He lands a quick peck on your lips, which you don’t mind at all. You're already sleepy anyway.
The rest of the night is filled with laughter from you both, more kissing, you drinking your coffee, cuddling, and appreciating Kai’s gifts.
No matter the struggles you two have been through together, you always find a way back to each other, and you’re right where you want to be.
The night ends with Kai sleeping in your bed again, you both cuddling, savoring each other’s warmth.
“[y/nnie]?” He whispers. “Yeah?” You reply. “I love you, and I don’t want anyone else but you.” You pause, not knowing how to respond.
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genre: strangers to friends to lovers, shy!jk, teenage love, fluff, angst if you squint
warnings: none just awkward!jk
summary: 2013. jungkook is a newly debuted idol terrified of making mistakes. you are an experienced trainee fighting for your own future. the two of you were supposed to keep your heads down and focus on your dreams - not on each other. but in the dim light of empty practice rooms and rooftop stairwells, feelings have a way of catching up.
today was the day.
after years of training, late night practices, stress, anxiety, and so many other things, bts was finally debuting as a seven-member group. everything felt unreal, especially to jungkook — who, besides being absolutely euphoric about the debut, was currently standing in the exact same space as his year-long crush: you.
it had started in a simple, subtle way. he always tended to watch you from afar, noticing how you poured every piece of yourself into every dance routine and chorus, training tirelessly for your dreams.
eventually, he had to admit it to his members. the first to notice was namjoon, the leader and his most relied-upon hyung. jungkook still wondered how he had caught on so quickly; he could have sworn he was being subtle, but maybe he wasn't as clever as he thought. after namjoon interrogated him about his soft looks in your direction, jungkook couldn't do anything but confess to his massive crush on you.
it obviously didn't stop there. somehow, all the members ended up finding out and teased him endlessly for it — it was an absolute miracle that you hadn't realized it yourself, considering they were anything but subtle.
now back in the present, you — the most beautiful, kind, and hardworking person jungkook had ever met — were talking with them. well, not directly with him, but with jimin, who was standing right to his left.
you were known for being effortlessly sociable and sweet to everyone. it was just in your nature to greet every single person you passed, hold open doors, give building tours to new trainees, and so much more. at this point, practically everyone in the company knew you, and the bts members were no exception. maybe that's why nobody was surprised when they found out about jungkook’s crush — it was painfully easy to fall for someone like you.
"congratulations on your debut, guys! i'm so happy and excited for you," you said with a bright smile, clapping your hands together softly. "you really gave everything for this. you deserve it more than anyone."
"thank you so much," jimin replied, the tension in his shoulders melting away at your words. "that really means a lot to us. right, jungkook?" he nudged the poor boy, who looked more panicked than ever.
"oh... yeah. it- it really does. a lot," jungkook managed to get out in a rushed, low voice. he rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, his eyes glued to the floor, completely incapable of holding your glance.
"well, i'm just really glad you made it. make sure to stay strong and healthy," you added with a soft smile. "don't forget to eat and drink plenty of water, okay? i'll always be rooting for you!" with a wave, you stepped past them to greet the rest of the group.
the second you were out of earshot, jimin elbowed jungkook's side, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"you finally got to talk to her! how was it?" he whispered-shouted.
"ahh... i don't know. i almost passed out," jungkook groaned, burying his face in his hands. "she's so pretty..."
jimin giggled, patting his back with a mischievous wink. "well, at least she knows you exist now, right? your chances just jumped from 0 to 1 percent. keep grinding~”
it was currently 2:00 am, and jungkook hadn't closed his eyes for more than three seconds. the craziness of debut day was over and the other members were already fast asleep, but he was way too wired to even try.
as a way of shutting his brain off, he snuck down to the quiet basement practice room to dance off his nervous energy — or maybe just to wind down.
as he walked toward the door, he noticed the lights were already on, meaning someone was inside. not wanting to disturb whoever it was, he changed his mind and decided to head up to the rooftop instead. but just as he turned on his heel, the door swung open — revealing none other than you.
jungkook could have sworn time stopped right then and there. in that moment, it felt like a dream, as if the rest of the world had completely melted away and left only the two of you.
if anything, this did the exact opposite of calming him down. his face flushed with embarrassment as he felt his ears turning bright red and his palms starting to sweat. it was the ultimate you-effect.
you were just so effortlessly breathtaking to him — even at this hour, after hours of grueling training.
"oh, jungkook," you said, caught off guard. you definitely hadn't expected to run into him at this time of night. "what are you doing down here so late?"
he licked his dry lips and glanced around the empty hallway, frantically trying to construct a believable excuse so he wouldn't have to admit that his brief interaction with you earlier had left his heart racing all night.
"ah, nothing... just trying to, um, calm down a little. you know... with the debut and everything, it just made me... excited," he stammered, failing miserably at sounding nonchalant.
"i get it," you offered a warm, comforting smile, sensing his nerves. "it's totally normal to feel like that after a day like today. i'd probably be wired too." you paused for a second before continuing. "were you going to use the room? i was just about to head out, but i can keep you company if you want. i'm not even tired anyway."
jungkook almost passed out right there in the hallway.
you — his biggest, most overwhelming crush — were offering to hang out with him. at 2:00 am. alone in a practice room. just the two of you. okay, he was officially losing his mind.
"i'd love to — i mean," he cleared his throat quickly, trying to pull himself together. "if you want to. i'm fine with it." he blurted it out so fast it could have rivaled a rap line.
he desperately needed some air.
"but first, i think i should... i'm going to, um, get something to drink. yeah, a banana milk." he swallowed hard, finally building up the courage to meet your curious, expectant eyes. "i can bring you something too, if you'd like..."
"let's go together! i feel like some fresh night air would do us both good," you said, stepping past him into the hallway and looking back over your shoulder. "come on." you flashed him a bright smile.
jungkook was convinced he was dreaming.
my first full history!!!! this is just the first chapter and im so excited 🥹 I hope you guys like this and let me know what would you like to see in the next parts
a young man returns to a small town he hasn't seen in years, and a house he hasn't lived in since before the last president was born, only to find that a stray cat has given birth to kittens in his closet.
pairing: vampire!jeongguk x nerdy f veterinarian!reader (with a special interest in the science and biology aspect of the supernatural lol)
genre: sorta scifi-ish, fluff, minor angst, some smut later on
author's note: this is quite long.... i hope you like it!! <3
The moment you wake up, you're already fantasizing about Jeongguk's deep red blood in your fridge. With an appointment in the outskirts of town at 11 a.m., it leaves you… two hours, you conclude from the time displayed on your phone.
Rolling out of bed, you pick your white IKEA robe up from the floor where you dropped it last night, draping it over your silk nightgown and heading toward the bathroom to pee.
It hits you two minutes later, as you're standing in front of your open fridge, that you have vampire blood in there. The color-marked vials are staring back at you where they lie in all their glory, right next to a can of sugar-free Red Bull and the entirely empty bottle of ketchup you should've thrown out a month ago and that you evidently missed during your latest cleaning session.
Two of the three vials, you centrifuged at the clinic, meaning they're prepared for machine analysis but won't tell you much under the microscope. That's why you saved one, grabbing it—and the Red Bull—and putting them on the kitchen table, using your forearm to clear a space from the newly acquired library books.
You make a mental note to put the other two vials in the freezer since you don't know when you'll have a chance to analyze them at the clinic.
Vampire blood, how crazy. It's all you think about as you venture into your living room and pluck the microscope down from a shelf. Vampire blood. Who would've thought? When Jeongguk isn't near, it's easier to look at the situation objectively because are you entirely sure you met a vampire? You didn't just dream everything during a particularly rough fever?
But the blood staring at you from the kitchen table is different from what you usually deal with.
Preparing microscope slides is a process very familiar to you; something you could do with your eyes closed, but you don't think you've ever been as curious as you currently are, doing this one. The blood in the vial—already containing a bit of anticoagulant—is dark, and so is the drop you slowly transfer onto the thin glass slide with a plastic pipette.
Carefully, you place the coverslip on top, the smell of iron already wafting to your nose. It's not unpleasant, just… a lot stronger than what you're used to.
Leaning forward and putting your eyes to the ocular lenses, you switch the objective lens and adjust the position of the stage under it until the cells are sharp. You're not sure what you expected exactly, but you're not that surprised to see the massive amount of red blood cells; after all, they're what give the blood its red hue.
What you didn't expect was for them to be so much smaller than those of a human. You zoom in further, finding that they look a lot like ordinary red blood cells—almost like donuts—just smaller. Normally, having smaller red blood cells is a condition in itself and nothing good, but paired together with the astronomical amount of them?
There are surprisingly few goats in your town. When you do treat any, the most common reasons are difficult births, castrations, or urinary blockages, and therefore, it's been a long while since you got the chance to inspect caprine blood up close.
Taking a step back, you search for the phone you put somewhere as you prepared the microscope, finding it a little too close to the sink for your liking, before opening the browser and quickly typing 'goat erythrocytes'.
Just as you remembered: although rounder, the cells in the images that pop up are definitely smaller. There's also a shitload more of them, tightly packed like Jeongguk's. And as far as you can recall, those features are essentially what allow goats to live at higher altitudes, where the air is thinner and oxygen scarcer.
Since the exchange of oxygen happens at the membrane surface, and a bunch of smaller cells still have more surface area than fewer, larger ones, they're capable of transporting a lot more oxygen.
Satisfied with yet another plausible, logical explanation, you put the phone down and lean back in to the oculars, only to find that, despite the anticoagulant from the vial, Jeongguk's blood is already clotting.
Apparently, you lack one human emotion: shame. You know you possessed it as recently as a few days ago, but you must've lost it somewhere?
"Thank you so much."
"No problem, I'll email you the bill," you say, waving the relieved horse owner goodbye as you turn to the clinic car, vet bag firmly in hand.
A mere second after you've planted yourself into the driver's seat, you reach for the phone, pulling it out of your pocket. Your hands are dirty, fingers covered in that dark grime that comes from scratching a horse too long, but you barely notice as you inspect the screen for a reply to a text you sent an hour ago.
You: Hey, you wouldn't happen to be home, would you?
You don't even care if you just saw him yesterday. Or actually, you do care, cause it's embarrassing, but he also said to ask all the questions before he leaves town, so that's what you're doing.
You: Cause I'm driving by not far from you and I happen to have this jar I'd like you to spit in?
Yes, you're double-texting even.
But shame's claws reach and miss because just below your latest text, there's a reply.
Jeon Jeongguk: Stop by whenever. If I don't open then the door is unlocked.
Confusion grows as you start the car. Why wouldn't he simply open the door?
You try to think of a reason the entire ride there, none the wiser even as you step out of the car—hands cleaned by three antiseptic wipes—and walk up the stairs to the black-painted door.
However, five or so seconds after you knock, you hear footsteps approach on the other side, and then the door opens with a slight creak.
"Hey."
Jeongguk isn't wearing a shirt; only light blue jeans that you suspect he usually pairs with a belt because they're hanging a little too low on his hips, showcasing another white waistband stamped with the letters of Mr Klein.
Your wide eyes take him in, but his naked top half—bulging with muscle and skin even looking invitingly warm—isn't even what gathers most of your attention. No, that would be his black hair, messy and sticking out in multiple directions, and his half-closed, hooded eyes.
"Hi," you reply, your voice a tad too quiet as you admire him.
You'd try to hide it better, but it doesn't seem like he notices your slight—and almost dreamy—smile as he opens the door further and steps back. You follow, closing the door behind you and bend down to remove your shoes. While down there, you happen to notice that he's barefoot.
"Were you… sleeping?" you ask as you straighten up, seeing him look just a little more awake. Key word: a little.
He nods, turning to lead you somewhere. "Yeah, I tried to stay awake, but I ate just before you texted and that means I sleep after, like… almost involuntarily."
You follow, warmth spreading throughout your chest and not only because he's close by, his body heat radiating through your clothes.
"You sleep after eating?" you ask, endeared to hell and back. "You should've just told me you were busy today."
He stops in the kitchen, turning to you. You drop your bag on the floor.
"Yeah," he smiles lazily. "I can stay awake, but it's difficult."
"I can tell," you joke, tilting your head. God, why is he so endearing. "Do you think I could take your blood after you've eaten some time? See the difference and what makes you so sleepy?"
He nods. "Sure. Now?"
You pat your pockets, an act entirely uselessly since you don't keep your vet equipment there regardless.
"I don't have the right equipment with me, unfortunately. Maybe some other day?"
"Sure," he rubs his naked arm, yawning. "…Want me to bring blood to the clinic and drink it there?"
"I'd love that. Or…" You suddenly remember something. "When you say that you're hard to wake… Maybe it would be a bad idea to have you sleep at the clinic in case someone shows up again?"
His quick reflexes, speed, and agility were definitely the only reason Momo didn't find him at the clinic last time. You remember how heavy his limp arm was in your hands; what the hell would you even begin to do if someone came and Jeongguk wasn't waking up?
"Hm, you're right," he seemingly agrees, leaning against the counter, arms crossed lazily across his naked chest. "Come here then?"
"Sure," you agree, trying not to stare too blatantly at his chest or his arms. Or his abs and the faint little happy trail creeping up toward his belly button.
"Great. So… you wanted me to… spit in a cup?" he reminds you, and it looks like he's about to yawn again.
Suddenly reminded, you reach into your bag. "Yes, but also… I got a hold of one of these," you say, straightening up and holding the cup out to him. It's made out of a clear plastic with a soft, almost rubber-like lid up top.
"You want me to pee in it or what?" he asks, taking the cup from your hand and tilting it curiously in his.
"No," you snicker. "Although if you'd pee in a cup for me as well, I wouldn't turn it down. This is a special cup used for venomous snakes. Put their heads to the top, wiggle it a little, and they'll bite. Their fangs will sink through the lid here and the venom drips through and collects at the bottom."
He moves the cup to his mouth. "I just…?" he asks, demonstrating by sinking his teeth into the air above the cup.
"Yeah. Bite it and hold it there for as long as there's venom."
"Will you lend me your hand?"
Surprised—and with your heart skipping a quick beat—you blink but nonetheless offer him your left hand, electricity traveling through your skin when he takes it in his. He holds it so gently, feeling so warm against you, tired eyes finding some sort of focus as they lock onto yours, and he lowers his face to your wrist.
"I thought you… didn't need anything like this?" you ask quietly, heart jumping when he ghosts his nose over the sensitive skin of your wrist.
"Technically, I don't," he says, letting go of your hand and straightening up. You don't see any fangs. "Certain occasions make it easier, though. Like at the bar, when I was drunk, or now, when I'm already full and half asleep."
Nodding because his explanations are logical after all, you watch as he sinks his teeth—fangs—into the taut lid of the cup. Through the plastic, you see drops fall and liquid slowly pool at the bottom.
Then, you hear something. Something… small. You look down, seeing one of the kittens on its hind legs, clumsily reaching up toward you. "Oh, hello?"
It's so much bigger than when you last saw it and its siblings, and you crouch down, carefully picking the black little kitten up. It meows again, settling into your soft hold until it seemingly does a double take at Jeongguk, who stands motionless, watching, with his teeth still in the cup. The little kitten stares.
"What is dad doing, huh?" you coo quietly, smiling at the curious kitten.
Looking at the father in question, he lets out an amused breath before he removes his teeth from the cup, lifting it to inspect the results.
"Is this enough?"
You follow his gaze, watching the liquid at the bottom. It's much less than the blood you collected, and it's relatively translucent.
"Yeah, thank you so much," you say—way too excited—putting the kitten down and watching it dash away to pick a fight with an approaching sibling.
From your bag, you grab the other cup, a standard one meant for saliva, and you hold it out to Jeongguk, trading it for the collected venom.
"I just spit in this one?"
You nod, attention fully on the venom in the clear cup. It's just a tad thicker than water, fluidly following gravity as you tilt the small container.
"Do you happen to know the best way to store this?" you ask, peering over at Jeongguk, who's in the middle of letting his spit drip down into the other cup. "Because snake venom, for instance, is pretty sensitive and needs to be chilled rather quickly. But snakes are, you know, 'cold-blooded,' and you're like, insanely warm. I'm thinking I just go home and put it in the fridge? I'll definitely look at it tonight."
"I don't think it's that sensitive, but I know you can freeze it."
He hands you the other cup as well, and you pack them away safely in your bag.
"So… when are you free?" you ask, trying not to blush. "For the blood?"
Looking like he's soon succumbing to sleep whether he likes it or not, Jeongguk shrugs. "Tomorrow? If that works for you?"
You nod. "Sure. I'm busy later tomorrow, but sometime during the day? When do you typically… eat?"
"Noon?" he suggests.
You nod again, grabbing your bag. "I can do that."
"Yeah, but they just didn't care about it."
Nayeon tips her glass back and forth on the table, chin resting in her other hand. "That's insane. Child-free means child-free; why would they be exempt?"
"Yeah, but what did Dahyun do?" you chime in to ask. "I get that she's too nice, but she had a wedding organizer, didn't she? Couldn't that person throw them out?"
Just before a drunk dude—trying to squeeze past your table and the queue of people waiting to order at the bar—elbows her beer, Momo throws her hand out to catch it. She mutters something you don't quite hear over the music and loud voices before she gathers her thoughts.
"I asked the same, but she apparently threatened to cause a scene, so Dahyun just let her be. But the organizer… encouraged her to look after her kids so they wouldn't ruin anything else."
"Jeez," Nayeon shakes her head. "I just do not understand. Get a babysitter or don't go?"
You're about to agree when you hear someone call your name. It's a man's voice, but not the one you've come to prefer.
It's Joshua, approaching your table, his sight set on you while simultaneously scanning the area as if searching for his friends. Momo and Nayeon barely register what's happening before he's standing before you, leaning his palms on the table.
"Yo, what the fuck was up with that guy?" Joshua questions, looking confused and frustrated more than angry.
"What do you mean? What guy?" you ask, entirely comfortable with playing dumb.
"The guy you were with? Who lifted a car with one hand?"
You lean back in your seat, feeling your friends' confused gazes on your face and trying to channel something similar, your forehead creasing. "Lifted a car? That's not possible. I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not fun, can we please just move on?"
Tight-lipped, he stares at you, and it brings you immense satisfaction to know that he and his friends must realize that somehow, you were right. You found something, but you're not sharing.
"Dude, what are you even on?" Momo questions. "Leave before we call security. Preferably the town."
Joshua looks between you, and then scans the heads around him that he can see. But luckily, his friends don't seem to be close by, and there's not much he can do but shake his head in frustration and walk away.
Keeping your eyes on him, you turn in your chair, and right before he disappears behind another group of people, he looks back over his shoulder. Without Momo and Nayeon seeing, you drop the confused and slightly hurt look on your face and give him a small smile.
Scientists, the whole bunch of you, you know Jeongguk would have them frothing at the mouth the same way he has you, but you. are. not. sharing. At least not with them; if it were up to you, you'd definitely consider letting your own friends in on the secret.
Meeting Momo and Nayeon's very puzzled looks, you do feel bad for essentially lying to them. But it isn't your secret to share, and you made a promise not to.
"I just don't understand what their problem is," Nayeon questions, clearly upset. God, you're a lucky girl, having friends like yours. "If they say one more thing, I think you should tell Joon because he'll give them a piece of his mind, and a man's scolding might—unfortunately—be what they need."
"Or Yoongi," Momo adds. "Yoongi, when angry, is not fun."
You think about the black haired man with unimpressed, cat-like features. "I've never… I don't think I've ever seen Yoongi mad."
"He doesn't raise his voice or anything, he just…" Momo grimaces. "You know the creepy guy with mals?"
You shake your head slowly. Belgian Malinois seem to be the go-to dog breed for creepy guys. Either that or toy poodles.
"The white, bald guy? I think he's on steroids. He threatened Sana like, years ago, and Yoongi made him leave the clinic, like, tail between his legs, with one sentence and a look."
"Rings a bell," you nod, thinking back to when you first started at the clinic. "I guess it's not that surprising, actually? Yoongi is… I can't even describe him, but he works by vibe? He can have the same no-expression on his face, and you know exactly what mood he's in regardless."
"Yeah. And he's sweet. You should tell him. Or Joon."
You lean back. "I don't know. If they approach me again, I'll think about it, but I don't feel like they're dangerous. Mostly annoying at this point."
"Still, they need to know it's not acceptable," Momo says, lifting the beer to her lips.
"Yeah," you breathe in agreement. "What time is it?"
"Eleven, just about," Nayeon answers, looking at her phone.
"I should get going." You slap your thighs like an old man having been out too late.
"You have the day off tomorrow, though, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I'm spent," you lie. There's one cup of spit and one of venom in your fridge, and they're both calling your name. God, aren't you a special kind.
Nayeon narrows her eyes. "Are you seeing someone we don't know about?"
Just about to stand, you freeze. "Uh, no? Why?"
"Cause Joshua mentioned a guy. And you have been a little absent lately."
Fuck.
"Okay, well…. It's not what you think, okay?" you start, deciding on a smaller white lie. "You know the guy with the stray kittens?"
Momo's eyes widen comically. "Uh… yeah?"
"I'm not seeing him as in seeing him, but I've been helping him with the kittens off-hours. He's not really an animal guy—well, he seems to like animals, he just lacks experience—and I don't really feel great charging him when he's doing a good deed, raising them."
"Oh, that's nice." Nayeon nods.
"But you like him too?" Momo asks, watching your cheeks start to burn.
Fine, seems like you have to admit defeat to your friends—just like you did your mother—at least a bit.
"You saw him," you point out, stirring the melting remains of ice in your glass with the straw. "How could I not?"
Momo chuckles. "That's why I'm wondering. Does he happen to have any friends in town?"
Before you can help it, your eyes widen. "Yeah, he does. Saw an entire friend group with him like… three weeks ago; they're all gorgeous."
"Well, let us know if you see them again," Nayeon encourages, smirking.
You laugh, partially at your friends and partially nervously at what you might've just signed up for. Jeongguk told you his friends were vampires too; would you set your friends onto vampires?
Sure, Jeongguk's nice, but you don't know his friends, and the last thing you want is direct your friends onto someone's dinner plate.
"I will."
"Alright. So, if you're really going home and not to cat guy's, let us know when you've gotten back, okay? If we don't hear from you in twenty, we're calling the cops."
You roll your eyes, but nod. Luckily, they didn't ask whether 'cat guy' actually lifted a car or not.
Walking home from the bar usually takes you around 12 minutes, the perks of living in a small town, but tonight, the…. eyes you think you feel on you as soon as you venture off the lively street have you covering the distance in 8.
Maybe it's paranoia? After all, you started feeling watched only after you conveniently found out there could be an assailant slowly but surely approaching your neighborhood. Despite trying to stay calm, the breath you let out when you're finally able to close and lock your apartment door behind you is long.
Recalling your promise, you send Nayeon a quick text, confirming your safety. She sends a heart back.
The blue numbers on your oven tell you it's nearing midnight when you finally sit down at your kitchen table, the microscope and the sample cups—fresh from the fridge—in front of you. The first drop you let fall on a slide is of Jeongguk's saliva. Clear, more viscous than water, it looks very much like something you could've spit into the container.
If you expected a groundbreaking, scientific discovery there in your kitchen, you'd be disappointed. Besides a lot… cleaner, Jeongguk's saliva looks like that of a human. And by cleaner, you mean that there's a lot less bacteria floating around. You're not entirely sure why, maybe analyzing the fluid would reveal some sort of additional antibacterial aspect?
God, the crimes you'd commit to have your own lab, capable of analyzing your collection of vampire bodily fluids.
Repeating the process but with a drop of Jeongguk's venom, you make extra sure to handle it with care. After all, you don't know a lot about it, and although Jeongguk claimed it wasn't dangerous in smaller quantities, maybe it stings like hell if you touch it and it enters a microscopic wound?
While you've never looked at pure venom under a microscope before, you've witnessed the cellular aftermath of envenomation as part of your education. You've seen cell shapes entirely mangled by one kind of venom, and you've seen blood turned to jelly by another. Death, essentially, following a snake bite.
To both the naked eye and those seeing through a magnified lens, Jeongguk's venom and saliva look quite similar. Even ordinary; not a lot happening within the clear fluids.
You stare at it, wondering…
Three seconds later, you're rising from the kitchen chair, eager steps taking you into the hallway where you rummage through the upper drawer of your small dresser. It's the designated knick knack spot, most of the contents more or less stolen from work; pens, clips, box cutters, and notes, but also things that sales representatives leave with you, hoping your clinic will become a distributor.
Digging through teeny tiny bags of cat treats—you don't even have a cat—you find a wrapped alcohol swab and the little glucose monitor kit you remember receiving last year.
Unzipping the small black bag, you grab the spring-loaded pricker and a lancet and leave the rest haphazardly in the drawer while you make your way back into the kitchen, already wiping your left index finger clean.
Realizing you should've removed the slide first, you do so with your finger clumsily held in the air, and then you're pricking your skin above the glass. To gather enough blood, you squeeze your fingertip, and with a big enough red bead on your skin, you turn your finger upside down, letting it drip.
Even before you put the coverslip back on top and lock the slide back under the lens, you watch the fluids mix, and your blood dilute. Because you're a creature of (human) habit, you put the pricked fingertip into your mouth as you lean forward to peer through the oculars. Only to stop breathing.
One by one, Jeongguk's venom drowns your red blood cells. You watch in real time as cell after cell warps, the venom aggressively mangling their cell membrane and starting to dissolve them. It's inevitable; they can't escape.
You watch the wave of death for close to a minute, and when only a few cells remain alive, fighting for their life, you lean back in your chair, and you stare at your ceiling.
Despite making another mind-blowing discovery right there in your kitchen only that morning, you can't shake that this feels… different.
Bag packed to the brim, you make the now very familiar drive out to Jeongguk's house in a better, more easy going mood than you were in the night before. It must've been the… alcohol remnants and the discomfort of walking home alone. Right?
You're smiling excitedly even before the door to the large house opens, even more so when your vampire appears, ushering you through the small gap 'before the kids escape.' While he doesn't touch you, he's certainly not scared of being close, and before you know it, you're standing there in the small hallway again.
"Hey, Mina," you greet one of the 'kids' toeing around your feet. "And… Lilith, was it?" you nod toward the mother cat that appears from God knows where, stroking herself against Jeongguk's leg. He's wearing light wash jeans similar to those he wore yesterday, but this time, he's also—unfortunately—wearing a dark green t-shirt.
"Wait," you pause, wide eyes watching him. "You did not."
Jeongguk lifts his eyes to meet yours, a knowing grin pulling on his lips.
"'Lilith' as in the mother vampire? 'Mina' as in Dracula's wife, and 'Ruby' for blood red, I assume? Don't tell me 'Angel' is after the vampire in Buffy?"
He chuckles, bending down to pick up the little kitten, who's definitely not as little anymore. She meows and closes her eyes almost instantly, cozying up on Jeongguk's arm and against his chest.
"What about… 'Nyx,' was it?"
"'Nyx' is the Goddess of the night," he informs, reaching his unoccupied hand out to take your bag the moment you set it down to take your shoes off.
"Went right over my head."
You think back to that night, when he stood beside you, holding onto that chilly metal railing outside the bar and telling you the kittens' names.
"I know you probably didn't plan on showing me like that, but were you planning to? At all?"
With your shoes neatly to the side, you straighten up and take a step toward him, intending on following him into the house. But he doesn't move, just watches you with your bag in one hand and the satisfied kitten on his other arm.
"I wanted to, but I'm not entirely sure I would've, had I not done it then. I definitely wasn't supposed to, so… naming them like that made me feel like I was at least giving you a little hint. Maybe even testing the waters a bit."
He tilts his head slightly, looking down at you before he seemingly remembers what you were supposed to do. "Anyway…"
Sight set on the kitchen, he leads. You follow, looking around even though nothing's changed since last time.
"So, about the house… Was it really passed down?"
"No," he shakes his head, putting the black kitten down on the kitchen counter and turning to you. "I bought it in… uh, sometime during the first half of the 19th century, I think. Tried to keep up with all the trends for my estates but gave up after a while. If I actually live somewhere, I'll have it up to standard, but like this, when I'm just visiting?"
"It was furnished like this already?"
"Yeah. I had the running water and electricity installed later on. Was quite the pain in the ass to be honest."
"It's a cool house, though," you compliment, once again peering around the light kitchen. "A bit like a museum. Can't believe you're so old, honestly, like you lived when this was trendy?"
Jeongguk inhales sharply, blinking dramatically in an offense you know he doesn't feel. It makes you laugh.
"Anyway," he repeats his earlier segue, putting your bag down on the floor and reaching for the fridge handle. You watch as he grabs a jug of already mixed blood, putting it on the counter with a soft thud.
"You only wanted blood from after I've eaten, right? Not before?"
Nodding, you can't believe the situation you're in. "Yeah. Thank you."
For a short while, silence settles. It's far from uncomfortable, and you're very busy, watching Jeongguk prepare the blood. First, he pours a big glass of it, plucking a spoon from a drawer to stir it. Of course, your gaze is torn between the way his big, veiny hands hold onto that fragile-looking glass and how his muscles dance discreetly under his skin as he stirs.
Putting the spoon down on the counter, he places the glass in the microwave, presses start, and then turns to you.
"Can I ask why you're visiting?" you take the opportunity to ask as the microwave hums lowly and the glass rotates inside it.
"You can ask," he smirks, leaning back against the counter. "But I can only tell you that it's for work."
"Work?" Eyebrows knitted together, you stare at him. "Like… vampire work?"
"Yeah."
But what kind of work would be deemed 'vampire work?'
"You don't like… work for the Volturi, right?"
"The what? Volturi?"
"Yeah, the vampire…. governing body—I guess—in Twilight. They keep the vampire citizens in check; make sure they don't hunt humans to extinction or expose themselves to them. Or, like, turn babies into vampires."
"Oh. No, not really."
"Good, 'cause you would've probably have broken a lot more rules than you actually did for telling me. And I would be in more shit for knowing."
…Which reminds you…
"Also, uhm…"
Jeongguk raises a dark eyebrow, curious as to what's suddenly gotten you apologetic.
"My classmates… They might approach you if they see you. Just to let you know. Sorry."
"They've been giving you any trouble after what I did?" he asks, voice turning serious.
You sigh. "No, not really. One approached me and asked about you, but he was more… frustrated and shocked than angry, I think. But I mean, what you did is not something a human just does."
A smile pulls on Jeongguk's lips. "I know. That was the point."
The microwave beeps behind him, indicating that his blood has reached his preferred temperature. The body temperature of a human. He turns, opening the door and taking the glass out.
At least relieved that he doesn't seem bothered, you let your shoulders relax a little. "Yeah, I know. I'm just warning you."
"I appreciate it," he says, retrieving the spoon from the counter to stir the red liquid again. "You don't need to worry about me, though."
Eyes again appreciating his hands and arms as he stirs, you can't let go quite yet. "I mean clearly you'd be able to defend yourself if they for some reason wanted to fight, but I'm mostly thinking whether them knowing and stirring up shit does cause you trouble."
"They didn't strike me as people who would tell. And who would believe them?"
"True." After all, you said the same thing.
"And if it comes to it, I can be pretty persuasive."
The tiny smirk he shoots your way has your skin heating, but yet another thought growing.
"You haven't seen The Vampire Diaries, either, have you?"
"No. Is that another movie?"
"A series."
He looks between you and the glass he holds up. "So, I drink this now? Just so you know, I'll get progressively sleepier in a few minutes."
You nod, the Vampire Diaries connection forgotten as a different memory resurfaces and a subsequent realization hits. "Wait, so… were you like dead asleep right after I left when I asked you to drink blood that first time?"
He smiles, putting the glass to his mouth for a first sip. "Yeah. It was pretty fitting that you left, actually. I can stay awake, but it's hard."
You don't quite notice how your smile grows until he asks you about it, wiping his mouth. "What's so funny?"
Watching him gulp down more of the contents, your eyes struggle to stray from his Adam's apple and how it moves with every swallow. "Not funny. I just find that… insanely adorable? What do you mean you eat and then you actually struggle to stay awake? How is that a good evolutionary trait when we don't have to?"
'We' as in 'you.'
Humans.
"Don't make me regret telling you about it," he says, giving you a warning eye and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand again. "Biologically, if I had… hunted for this," he lifts the mostly empty glass, coated in red, "then I wouldn't feel tired until the adrenaline wears off. Since I microwaved this, and I'm chilling in my own house, it hits sooner."
"Sorry. That's kinda cool actually."
He gives you a sweet look that tells you you're forgiven, and then he puts the empty glass down on the counter. "We can sit on the bed."
When he points to the bag you placed on the floor earlier, eyebrows raised in a silent question, you nod. "Yeah, I'll need that."
Before even giving you the chance to, he grabs the handles of your blue backpack, already heading toward the hall and the stairs. You follow closely behind, seeing two kittens play at the bottom of the stairs.
"You're so modern," you comment as you climb the stairs behind him. "Like, I would imagine it's hard to keep up with the ever-changing trends, and so I wouldn't blame you for not even trying? But you speak so normally, and you dress like that?"
"Like what?" you hear him chuckle.
"Like every other modern guy. Not that you're basic or anything, just that nothing about you screams ancient."
You hear the amusement in his voice as he turns to you at the top of the stairs. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should," you say, looking up at him as you come to stand before him. It's true, what you said, and while natural, non-altered facial structures don't change much with society, you could never tell by his face either. In a way, he's got a very classic beauty to him. At least according to you, but you don't say that, of course.
"Thank you, then. It's definitely something you learn; going with the flow of society. But it's also harder these days when trends evolve and cycle much faster than before. You used to get 20 years to adapt to big societal changes and now you barely get five. Some trends are dead and buried within six months."
You haven't been in his bedroom since it was covered in a thick layer of dust. Like the rest of the house, it's clean now. He doesn't seem to have a lot of stuff, but the bed is made with white fluffy sheets, a thick, golden bedspread over them and a big, black towel folded at the foot of it.
"Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing toward the bed as he puts the backpack down on the floor. "When do you want to take the blood?" he asks, grabbing the towel and unfolding it to drape over the bed.
Noticing your silence, he peers back at you.
"Uh… preferably in an hour and then an hour after that…"
"But…?" he asks, sensing your slight hesitancy.
"But there's something I'd like to do in the meantime."
You can't help it, the slightly sheepish smile that pulls on your lips. Or the heat you feel rise but desperately hope he can't see.
"You look like it's something you're afraid I won't like?"
"I don't know. I mean, I hope you'll be okay with it, and after last time, I think so?"
"Well, what is it?"
His dark eyes are curious and entertained like always, and you most definitely suspect he knows what's going on in your head.
"So when you lifted the car… using one hand, might I add, it made me curious about your back. A human would've probably herniated at least three discs and snapped their spine if they were able to even lift it like that. I figure that everything's probably just… stronger like the anatomy of your arm…"
"…But you'd like to see?"
Essentially asking to feel him up again, you bite your lip and nod once. "Yeah."
Instead of teasing you about it, Jeongguk unceremoniously grabs the shirt at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head, tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Taking the action as consent, you crouch in front of your backpack, excitedly rummaging through it for two things. Well, four things: your small notebook and a pen that you clip to the collar of your t-shirt included.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed—on its right side—Jeongguk looks back at you, his gaze falling to the thick books in your hands.
"Went to the library," you explain, placing them on the bed, next to his discarded shirt.
He cranes his neck to read the titles. One is just a huge book on human anatomy, and the other is slightly thinner and focused on sports medicine.
"Thought you knew everything?"
"I'm a veterinarian. I'd say I know a lot about humans, but far from everything."
A silence settles as you climb onto the bed, positioning yourself behind him and the books at your side for easy access. Jeongguk keeps his head sideways, calmly and quietly watching you open the thicker book on the right chapter, inspecting the sketched human back and its muscles.
Lifting your own gaze from the pages, you take in the sight of his broad, naked back in front of you.
"Okay, so I can…?" you ask, hand hovering over his skin.
He nods, turning his head forward and rolling his shoulders once. Slightly wide-eyed, you stare at the casual display of his muscles. God damn.
Shaking any non-scientific thought out of your head, you begin.
The first thing you do is let your fingers trace his spine as you search for the landmarks. Despite having a very, very low body fat percentage, Jeongguk's vertebrae are less prominent than you'd expected. You can still feel them, however, and soon enough, you have your fingertips on C7, the more prominent vertebra located at the bottom of the neck.
"I can barely feel your spine," you mumble, mostly to yourself.
Is there something other than fat almost… covering them? Can't be anything besides the connective ligaments, you think to yourself. In that case, they're a lot thicker and stronger than in a human. Unless it's muscle that's covering them? Or… maybe his vertebrae have a different design? Maybe they're smoother? Forehead creasing, you consider the shapes possible for vertebrae still able to connect and allow the spine to bend.
You grab the pen from your neckline, keeping your left hand on Jeongguk's back while your right scribble some quick notes in your notebook.
'Vertebrae non-prominent, covered by? muscle/ligaments? different structures?'
Moving on, you leave the pen on the notebook and instead put your right index finger on the drawing. Your left one copies the movement of your right as you trail it down toward the middle of Jeongguk's back.
Latissimus Dorsi. It's one of the muscles at risk of damage from a too-heavy one-handed lift like what you saw Jeongguk perform. Of course, you don't know whether the action impacted him at all; maybe he sustained micro tears? Doesn't make the feat any less impressive.
Using both hands, you trace the muscle where it connects to the spine, all the way from his mid back to the lower part of it.
"Do you usually lift heavy like that?"
As if he wasn't paying that much attention—or just not expecting to be spoken to—he takes a second or two to find his voice. And when he does, you feel your heart squeeze almost pathetically at how he already sounds a little sleepy.
"Yeah. I don't really need to work out to keep my muscles all that much, I just do stuff because it's fun."
"Oh? if my memory serves me right, a human needs to work out a muscle at least within two weeks or it'll start to atrophy to save energy. Muscles are really metabolically expensive to keep."
He straightens up a little. "I could go longer than that, I think. I usually do kinda workout more often than that though."
"Interesting," you remove your hands altogether to note down his words. "And does lifting heavy come with any kind of pain? Soreness?"
"Only if I strain myself, but that happens very rarely. Not when I lifted the car for example."
You nod, more so to yourself. "Okay. So you probably do get micro tears. How long does the soreness typically last?"
"A few hours at most."
"Really? A human will usually be sore for days."
"Yeah. Losers."
A bubbling laughter escapes you, but afterward, another bout of silence settles.
Jeongguk's breaths are slow and deep, and you feel every one of them under your hands as you move them over his back. He yawns.
"Do you need me… conscious?" he asks, repeating the same words from the clinic and glancing at you from over his shoulder. His barely-open eyes and sleepy words pull on your heartstrings. Not only because he's endearing and adorable, but because he's seemingly so comfortable with you. As established, you for sure don't pose a threat to him, but still…
"I mean, I don't mind, but… I guess if you're okay with it…?"
You move when he does, scooting back to give him enough space as he sighs deeply and lies down on his stomach. He's already closing his eyes.
"Go to town," he mumbles.
"You really trust me that much?" you ask, putting your hand on his lower back, feeling the thoracolumbar fascia that connects the latissimus dorsi to the spine. "What if I hurt you?"
"It's pretty hard to hurt me, and I never got the impression that you'd try."
That's definitely true, and you're glad he feels that. While the biggest risk of trusting you has never been bodily harm but exploitation for your scientific research—maybe even fame—you've never had any interest in that.
"I could be a vampire hunter, waiting for the chance to stake you?"
Without even opening his eyes, Jeongguk chuckles. "What a way to go, then. First massaged by a pretty woman and then staked in my sleep. Couldn't complain."
Head and heart soaring in the clouds—and cheeks warm—you can't do anything but flick his skin. He laughs, but it's even more sleepy now.
"Insane," you mumble, reaching for the books again. While you adjust, sitting cross-legged with the anatomy book open in your lap—this time your left hand on the sketch and your right on Jeongguk's skin—he falls asleep.
Once again, you have a gorgeous, huge, superhuman man unconscious under your hands, and you'd be a fool not to take advantage of the situation. Not that you're doing anything he'd object to if awake but feeling his body is easier when you don't have to worry about any kind of tension growing.
Fingers softly tracing the skin and then pressing just a tad harder, feeling the structures underneath, you note that… there's not a lot to note. Besides the vertebrae not being as easily felt, the rest of him feels as expected. His muscles are thick and well-developed, and the ligaments feel stronger and sturdier, just like the ones you managed to ultrasound in his arm. So no surprise there.
It's been roughly ten minutes since you think Jeongguk fell asleep when you feel something. You've got your right hand on his upper back, curiously inspecting his scapula and the trapezius muscle that stretches up toward his neck when there's… a grumbling? It has you pausing, wondering if maybe he said something. But a quick glance at his face confirms that he's still asleep, cheek resting heavily against a pillow.
He must've mumbled in his sleep or something, which… cute.
You resume, hand sliding down his spine and to his side, when you feel it again. But this time, it's not a quick ordeal; it's… longer. The sound is low, starting deep in his chest and reverberating up and through your hand. It's almost soundless, just a low, low sound in the otherwise silent room.
Your heart does what you can only describe as a backflip because it reminds you an awful lot of… purring.
It's been almost an hour when the purring stops. You have your hand on his lower side, toward the back, flipping pages with the other.
"Find anything fun?" a low, raspy voice asks you.
You look up to see that Jeongguk is watching you, his eyes warm but sleepy.
"Uhm, yeah," you state, abandoning the current page search and returning to another. "This," you say, moving your right hand to his upper side, where you run it back and forth, "seems to be an…"
You lift the book to read the small insert aloud. "'Axillary arch.' Which is a muscle… variation. Sometimes considered vestigial. Humans can still have it, but it seems like only around five percent of people do. And not only do you have it, but it seems to be super well developed. Turn over, please?"
No questions asked, Jeongguk rolls over slowly, looking up at you where he now lies on his back. With your eyes buried in the book, you reach for his arm that's closest to you, making it clear you want him to lift it. He does, obediently placing his hand above his head, waiting for whatever you're going to do.
"Okay, so it's a variation of the latissimus dorsi, which is this muscle on your back that reaches up here, " you explain, tracing his side. "But the axillary arch is when it branches off over here, connecting to the pectorals."
You look at your hand as it glides over his warm, taut skin, close to his armpit, feeling for the attachments. "It says here that many think it's useless, but that some suggest that it brings strength but also a more advanced shoulder proprioception."
"And what would that mean?"
"Well, if it does what they suggest, it essentially gives you almost a sixth sense when it comes to body control. Helps your body know how to move appropriately, at least your upper body and arms, and just how much force to use. My guess would be that it's actually very useful when you're so much stronger."
"Hm."
You continue. "Considering a low percentage of humans have it too, it could be another 'you' thing more than a vampire thing, though. I assume you don't know whether others like you have it too?"
"No."
"Alright," you smile at him. "It's very cool, though. Can't believe I missed it."
"When did you miss it?"
"Last time at the clinic? I was feeling your lymph nodes in your armpit."
"Oh yeah." He grins widely
You narrow your eyes as it hits you. The sound you heard when you felt for the nodes… was him letting out a little breath of laughter? "You were awake, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
You just shake your head, putting the book down. "Anyway, would it be alright to draw some blood?"
"Sure."
You get off the bed, digging through the bag for the supplies before you get back on the covers.
"Sit up, please?"
He does, leaning back against the wooden headboard and holding that veiny arm out for you. You position it how you want it, not thinking too much about how you inevitably place his warm hand to rest on your upper thigh, palm up. Drawing blood while sitting on a bed is understandably a first for you.
"You know you don't really have to do that. Or use gloves," he mentions when you wipe his skin with an antiseptic wipe.
You pause, thinking it through before deciding. "Don't wanna take any risks," you mumble.
Focused, you use the same kind of needle as last time, pushing it into his vein. It goes smoother this time around since you already know how much pressure to use. The whole process is smoother, relatively quick, and… silent.
Every glance at Jeongguk's face as he watches your hands tells you that he's dozing off again. It's such an endearing yet… surprising sight; the big, buff, half-naked vampire sitting up and his eyes getting heavier by the second. You don't tease him for it, honestly still flattered that he lets you see him like this.
"Okay, I'm done," you speak quietly. "Do you want me to leave it in or take it out and re-stick later?"
He opens his eyes half way, glancing tiredly at you. "It's up to you. I don't mind either way."
"Okay, hold on," you say, putting some gauze against his skin as you pull the needle out. Of course, it's more out of habit than need because the puncture wound doesn't bleed; it's barely a wound at all. "You can lie down."
He doesn't answer, just shifts to lie back down. Tired, he blinks heavily, and you can basically see him slowly fall asleep again.
With the anatomy book open on the muscles on the front of the human body, you trace his slow-moving chest lightly. To your delight, the… purring starts again.
Your touch is soft as usual when you trace his collarbones, making mental notes of the thickness and hardness of them, his sternum and the dip between his pectoral muscles, and the visible parts of his obliques and where they attach to his ribcage. His chest moves slowly and rhythmically under your hand, and his skin is invitingly warm. You'd write down your discoveries, but there aren't really any more.
Ten minutes later, you have indeed somewhat securely ruled out any big differences. You've even counted his ribs, and somewhere, between the slow, deep breaths of the vampire next to you, and the fact that you didn't sleep that well last night, the sleep bug bites you to.
Your tired eyes glance around the room. It's quiet and calm, and Jeongguk's bed is very spacious.
Would he mind? You don't think so.
Slowly and carefully, you lie down, leaving a good amount of space between you. The low sound coming from him—the purring—is so incredibly relaxing, even if you're too far away to feel it.
Unfortunately, you wake up to movement. Movement moving you.
Big, warm, strong arms are dragging you across the bed by your waist and torso, pulling your back flush against him. Despite waking up only half a second ago, your eyes are already open and they widen further when you feel Jeongguk's mouth in your hair. He draws a big breath, alarm bells sounding in your head as you're reminded of how he used your smell to trigger his fangs.
By pure instinct, you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but your arms are stuck, held tightly against your body, and panic starts to rise when you can't move.
He has to let you go; you can't overpower him.
Your heart beats so hard it hurts when he pulls you even closer, his mouth lowering, as if searching for something. You can barely move a muscle in his hold.
"Jeongguk?" you call desperately.
And just like that, he relaxes. Quick to sit up and carefully move toward the other end of the bed, you watch him. Eyes closed, lying on his side and breathing slowly and calmly, he's still asleep. God, you nearly shit yourself. Are you worried for your safety around him? Not necessarily, but him seemingly grabbing you in his sleep?
Smelling you and perhaps even searching for your neck?
A shiver racks your body.
Jeongguk continues to sleep soundly and unfazed for another twenty minutes, all while your racing heart slowly quiets down to normal again. Flipping through the books in your lap, you find yourself grateful that he didn't wake up because… he still let you go and maybe it would've also made it awkward? Whatever you and Jeongguk are, cuddle buddies aren't quite it.
Another reason for your gratitude is the vision the current situation grants you. Not that of Jeongguk asleep and shirtless—well, that too—but 15 minutes before he wakes up for the second time, someone enters the room. You don't hear the little paws; you only notice when the little kitten has climbed the bed and is in the process of climbing Jeongguk.
You can't tear your eyes away. You think it's… Nyx? who appears on his back, sight set on the little curve at the back of Jeongguk's neck. The kittens must be around five weeks old at this point, meaning they get around pretty efficiently but have yet to acquire the feline elegance someone like their mom possesses.
Jeongguk doesn't stir the slightest as the kitten gives off a tiny meow and curls up at the back of his neck, even tucking its paws in under itself.
And to make it worse, she's not the only one. Within a span of minutes, two more come padding, one using its claws to climb up Jeongguk's jeans, settling comfortably in the curve of his lower back. The other—Mina—finds her way to his front, squeezing in under his thick arm and curling up in the small space between his bicep and his chin.
Whatever you've claimed before, this is the cutest thing you've ever seen in your entire life. If you listen closely, you can hear at least two of the kittens purring.
Smiling to yourself, you turn the page to read about meniscus tears.
You're halfway through the section when movement catches your attention, and you lift your gaze from the text. Jeongguk is waking up, slowly opening his eyes and shifting.
"They're very comfortable with you, dad," you muse.
Jeongguk gives you a sleepy grin.
"Cats also like warm things," you continue.
"Yeah, I've noticed," he says, repeating what he told you the first time you informed him of the feline trait. You wonder if he was already referring to the kittens and their mother's desire to cuddle him? "If I don't have the fire going, they always come and find me," he says, taking a deep breath.
You can't do anything but observe, almost inclined to ask whether you can take a picture. "This is for sure the cutest thing I've ever seen."
Jeongguk lets out a lazy chuckle before reminding you of something. "Did you want more blood?"
"Oh. Yeah, if you're willing to give it?" You glance at your watch. "I'll need to leave soon."
He glances at you curiously. "Late shift at the clinic?"
"No," you shake your head. "Or, well, it depends. The Bar is having a Halloween night, and I promised Nayeon and Momo I'd come. But I'm also on call tonight, and this time of year, we see a lot of horses colicking and canine poisonings."
"Huh? Why is that?"
"Rapid temperature drops often make horses drink a lot less water, leading to blockages, essentially. And Halloween means candy everywhere and a larger risk of dogs getting into it."
"Ah. Sucks. I heard about the Halloween event. Tae wanted to go."
"Dress up and everything?" you question, wide-eyed.
You enjoy social get-togethers just as much as the next person, and you for sure like everything Halloween; it's just the overhanging anxiety regarding the mix of you, halloween themes, and the public.
"Yeah? Just because we're old doesn't mean we're boring. I can be a party guy if I want to."
"So you're going? Dressed as what?"
"You'll have to wait and see. What are you going as?"
"You think I'll tell you if you're not telling me?"
"I guess not. Do I have to sit up? For the blood?"
"Preferably, unfortunately," you smile sadly, looking at the kittens, all so comfortable.
Incredibly endeared, you watch Jeongguk reach behind him, gently grasping the black kitten sleeping deeply and satisfied on his warm skin. She wakes up, letting out a sad meow as she's being airlifted off Jeongguk by his large hand.
"Of course it was you," he mumbles when the kitten comes into view. "This one would crawl inside my skin if she could."
He puts her down on the bedspread, and she immediately bolts back to him, entirely intending on reclaiming her spot or at least one against his skin. Not like you can blame her. The other two—one under his arm and the other still on his lower back—move on their own when their heater slowly starts to sit up.
It's mostly that first one, stubbornly wanting to warm herself against him.
"No," he scolds gently, moving her away so that he can sit up without her accidentally getting in the way.
The moment he's upright and seated against the headboard, however, she uses her claws to climb up his jeans. He doesn't intervene until she's climbed her way up to the waistband of his pants and the visible band of his underwear, obviously having her sight set on warmth.
"No, you can't go in there," he chuckles, lifting her off a second before she digs her way in between his jeans and underwear.
"Do they sleep in here too?" you wonder, watching the little kitten fight for her rights.
"Yeah, most of the time. I prefer to sleep in a slightly… cooler environment, but if I don't have the fire burning, then they find me. I tried closing the door once—for their safety because what if I crush them in my sleep?—but that was a mistake because Lilith was just screaming at me to open the door."
You don't bring up that he almost accidentally murdered you in his sleep only half an hour ago. Okay, that's an over exaggeration but who knows what could've happened?
Still, it wasn't intentional, and he's clearly concerned about accidentally hurting others. Well, his kittens, but you feel like you belong in that category too; someone pathetically weak compared to him, easily injured, and who gravitates toward him. You definitely also like warm things.
Retrieving the equipment needed for yet another blood draw, you move closer to him. This time, you don't use gloves, but as he offers you his arm, you still clean his skin and your hands with antibacterial wipes.
"This doesn't hurt you?" you ask as you push the needle through his skin, out of the corner of your eye seeing him pet the kitten, who's settled on his thigh.
"No. I mean, I can feel it, and it's not nice, but it doesn't really hurt."
"That's good, makes me feel better for poking you so much."
"It's fine," he smiles, eyes on the little kitten as another approaches. "Have you… looked at it? Under microscope or whatever it was that you wanted to do?"
Fastening the needle with some tape, you reach for the first out of three vials.
"Yeah. Do you want to know what I found? Unless you already know the differences?"
"I think that we have smaller… cells? And more iron? At least that's what I remember."
"Yeah," you confirm, watching the blood start to fill the vial. It's just as dark as the samples sitting in your freezer. "Your red blood cells are smaller than mine, and so there's room for a lot more, even considering they're already packed, hence the darker color. Combined, they have a bigger surface area and can bind more oxygen, which I'm sure contributes to your strength. Your muscles get more blood due to the size of your veins, and your blood carrying loads more oxygen than a human man's would."
"Interesting."
"Yeah. Funny enough, goats have a similar… set up."
Amused, Jeongguk raises his eyebrows. "Goats?"
"Yeah. They're built to thrive at higher altitudes where oxygen is scarcer and one needs to be oxygen-efficient."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, I think so to. I haven't been able to analyze it at the lab yet, though." Removing the full vial, you attach the second. "And your saliva looks very similar to a human's, only less… bacterial. So I'm guessing there's something antibacterial in there that kills off bacteria. Which could make sense from an evolutionary standpoint if you're supposed to drink from the same human on different occasions. A dirty mouth would lead to more infections and human deaths."
"I think I heard something about that too, actually."
You blink, pretending to be offended. "You know these things but don't tell me?"
He smirks lazily. "I mean, what fun is that? Besides, I mostly remember them because you're bringing them up. I learned whatever I know so long ago, and it's knowledge I don't really need in my day-to-day life."
"I guess you're forgiven."
He chuckles. "You can't say you don't prefer getting to see and discover for yourself?"
You think about it, and sure, maybe you do. "Fine. But what if I miss things? I can't possibly go over every single part of your biology in a few weeks."
"You can try? And what about my venom?"
"You're stressing me out, Jeongguk," you admit, anxiety rising at the thought of having to explore without any help at all. "And your venom just looks a lot like your saliva, but seemingly behaves pretty similarly to some types of snake venom. I did—"
A loud meow interrupts you as the two exploring kittens seemingly get into a fight. They scream and hiss at each other in a way that's surprising for such young kittens. But before you know it, it's over.
"You're calm," Jeongguk pets the kitten on his lap. "You're a good girl."
"How do you know it's a she?" you nod toward the kitten without respect for personal boundaries.
"I can smell the difference."
"You can?"
He hums.
Seeing that also the last vial is approaching fullness, you prepare to remove it. "Since the start?"
"Yeah."
"So your names weren't based on vibes at all?"
He grins, watching you once again detach the vial and use a wad of gauze to pull the needle out. No blood this time around either.
"No. Or I mean, yeah; vampire vibes."
You roll your eyes, curiosity still spiking.
"I haven't asked that much about your senses besides your vision… But your sense of smell is good then, I take it?"
"Yeah."
"Like that of a dog? Do I need to take an extra shower before meeting you? An additional layer of deodorant?"
He laughs quietly. "I don't know if it's as advanced as a dog's. Maybe slightly less? But you don't need to worry; you always smell really nice."
Well, you definitely hope he's not lying—and he didn't seem to mind smelling you in his sleep—but also, you'll definitely make sure to always be extra clean when meeting him.
"You're much more polite than I imagined a vampire to be. I'm done now, thank you," you say, grabbing the vials and the discarded material having gathered on the bedspread.
"It's true though. You smell really pleasant. Very womanly."
You raise your eyebrows as you stand from the bed, packing everything away inside your backpack. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment?"
"You should because it is."
In the middle of feeling your cheeks heat just a tad, you're suddenly reminded of something. You straighten up, watching him where he remains sitting on his bed, stroking the kitten's back as the two others explore the bed.
"I know that I have… maybe a below average sense of smell for a human—possibly an advantage with my job—but you don't… smell much to me."
If you weren't so panicked when he grabbed you, you for sure would've jumped at the opportunity to see what he smells like.
"Can you smell another human? If they're not wearing perfume or have been out, sweating for hours?"
"…No."
"Right. Humans generally aren't able to. Up close, skin to skin, sure but not really from a distance. Vampires communicate more by scent than humans do."
"So you don't wear perfumes?"
"No. I don't like perfumes. Mildly scented soaps and stuff are alright, but not perfumes. A few vampires wear them, but they're the bane of my existence. For example, I would rather you show up here smelling of organic cow shit than… Victoria's Secret."
You chuckle. "Good to know."
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author's note: i considered splitting this because it's so long but i didn't! but i'd be super grateful if you left a reblog and comment/ask if you liked it! <3<3 (also i'm very curious if anyone picked up on the names cause no one's commented on them at least 🤣)
summary you have had the biggest crush on seonghyeon since forever, thinking you would never have the balls to talk to him, you suddenly get paired with him for the baby project: making you and seonghyeon temporary parents
content smau, teenage love, she fell first he fell harder trope, fluff, crack, cussing, slowburn (hopefully..), ft keonho and martin, illit wonhee
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My Roommate has her cousins over again AND I CANT TAKE A SHOWERR
Last night already they were there cause they were going out ig and everyone got ready here so I didnt say anything cause like ok it's late i can wash my hair tomorrow (so today) right
And now, i heard them using the bathroom like maybe an hour ago so i sent her a message to let her know ill be taking a shower soon so leave the bathroom to me cause i have priority over my own bathroom more than her friend/cousins RIGHT and she didnt respont and someone was in the shower so i was like ok ill just prep my meat for lunch in the meantime now im dont there's still someone taking a shower (idk if it's the same person) AND IM WAITING
Im on a schedule bro study - shower - cook/eat - study then i have plans with friends tonight
AND NOW EVERYTHING IS MESSED UP CAUSE I CANT TAKE A SHOWER
We're in a dorm situation right and i wear the hijab and she has guys over and idk if they're still here cause i havent left my room in fear of seeing them cause im in my comfortable pajama shorts it's hot i really dont wanna dress
Ig im mad bc it's 2 days in a row that she and her company hogs the bathroom and i cant use it when i pay rent and they dont this is not normal
And she's not responding to my texts either what can i do bruv
I really dont wanna make a scene and i know when she seesnmy texts she's prolly gonna feel bad bc she's not a bad person just a lil inconsiderate
Also they can NOT act as if they didnt know im here cause ive been listening to music and singing for a while
The crash out is over im done showering my Roommate lent me her brush and when i got in the shower i realised it was only 20 minutes after i had planned lolol
My Roommate has her cousins over again AND I CANT TAKE A SHOWERR
Last night already they were there cause they were going out ig and everyone got ready here so I didnt say anything cause like ok it's late i can wash my hair tomorrow (so today) right
And now, i heard them using the bathroom like maybe an hour ago so i sent her a message to let her know ill be taking a shower soon so leave the bathroom to me cause i have priority over my own bathroom more than her friend/cousins RIGHT and she didnt respont and someone was in the shower so i was like ok ill just prep my meat for lunch in the meantime now im dont there's still someone taking a shower (idk if it's the same person) AND IM WAITING
Im on a schedule bro study - shower - cook/eat - study then i have plans with friends tonight
AND NOW EVERYTHING IS MESSED UP CAUSE I CANT TAKE A SHOWER
We're in a dorm situation right and i wear the hijab and she has guys over and idk if they're still here cause i havent left my room in fear of seeing them cause im in my comfortable pajama shorts it's hot i really dont wanna dress
Ig im mad bc it's 2 days in a row that she and her company hogs the bathroom and i cant use it when i pay rent and they dont this is not normal
And she's not responding to my texts either what can i do bruv
I really dont wanna make a scene and i know when she seesnmy texts she's prolly gonna feel bad bc she's not a bad person just a lil inconsiderate
Also they can NOT act as if they didnt know im here cause ive been listening to music and singing for a while
