#cheolhan

our souls are sowing our fortunes

“What, are you secretly a villain?” He tilts his head, leaning closer. His hand rolls Mingyu’s suit down, exposing his shoulders and half his chest. He runs his thumb over the divots of Mingyu’s collarbone, almost absentminded as he drags his hands down. Mingyu holds his breath, too tired to pick a fight. His suit crumples right above his wound, though he is careful to hold the gauze between the two. “Do I seem like it?”   or; mingyu just wants to stay in the top ten hero rankings, even as their society starts to fall apart. jeonghan is an enigma who claims to be an ally.

WIP fic in the “only in excess” universe jeonghan/s.coups/joshua 95z vampire!au

summary:

After surviving centuries of battle, bloodshed, and betrayal with Jeonghan by his side, Seungcheol has learned to be cautious about good things. Joshua is becoming the dangerous exception.

preview:

A snarling creature barrels through the dark forest, headed straight for Seungcheol. Before he can even reach for his weapon, a silenced bullet whizzes past his ear.

Thunk.

The deer collapses, twitching feebly on the ground. The shot had gone right between its eyes, its open mouth fanged and foaming. A bite from a desperate vampire had turned this animal feral, attacking anything and everything to sate its newfound thirst.

Jeonghan lowers his pistol. With a sigh, he sinks to his haunches.

“Dizzy?” Seungcheol asks, staking the deer with one swift stab before it can reanimate. The carcass shrivels to a husk.

“A little,” Jeonghan says. His eyes, ears, and nose are so keen as a vampire, he could nail a moving target 100 meters away — but those same gifts leave him with an absurdly sensitive disposition. Karma, as Seungcheol likes to call it. “I think I might be anemic. Should I go see a doctor?”

“Oh, definitely. I bet they’ll even let you stay for free so they can study you in a lab.”

“As long as I get to lie down while they do it.”

Seungcheol sets a hand on Jeonghan’s nape, massaging a pressure point with his thumb. “Can you survive a little longer? If you’re feeling too pathetic to help, I can find you a nice log to crawl into.”

Jeonghan frowns up at Seungcheol. His hair has spent the past two hours trying to escape from its ponytail, which only makes him seem more unhinged when he says, “We’ve scoured this forest. There’s not a single decent log around here.”

“Then how about a nice, shallow grave?”

Jeonghan lifts a muddy boot. “But it’s so… wet.”

“You’re spoiled rotten, you know that?”