#fatal trouble

fatal trouble ⟢ yeongyu ⟢ 01

( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) protecting beomgyu would be a lot easier if he didn't try to get himself involved every two minutes.

vampire au. blood drinking. slow burn. hierarchy. love triangle. rivalry. tvd inspired. angst. friends to lovers. jealousy. smut. hair pulling. power play. dom/sub undertones. blood kink? feeding. obsession. loss of self control. dependency. biting. mentions of murder.

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𖦤 dracula — tame impala (ft jennie)

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📁 #01 the night it started

your ordinary, everyday life had taken a complete 180° turn after that full moon night.

and not just for you, but for beomgyu too.

soobin’s house. halloween night. beomgyu had practically begged you to go in matching costumes, and you ended up painted up like a pair of harlequins.

unlucky for you, he disappeared in the middle of the night while looking for another bottle for the two of you to share.

your eyes drift across the party, waiting for him to come back, your nails tapping idly against the glass of your now empty drink.

“how much longer are you going to keep this up?” kai laughs, pulling your attention towards him. when you frown, confused, he adds, “you know, pretending you’re not in love with beomgyu.”

you nearly choke on your own saliva when you hear him.

“what? i’m— i’m not—”your tongue trips over itself, and that only makes him laugh harder.

he raises his hands in mock innocence. “relax, i’m not a snitch,” he shakes his head and takes another sip of his beer. “but how much longer are you planning to hide it?”

“i’m not in love with beomgyu,” you mutter, almost under your breath, determined to keep it a secret for as long as necessary. “and don’t say it out loud, someone might hear you.”

kai laughs again. “and why would that matter if it’s not true?”

you shoot him a glare. he rolls his eyes, his smile only widening.

“you should do something about it,” he murmurs, resting a hand on your shoulder, “before you miss your chance.”

his words hit somewhere deep in your mind. do you even have a chance?

“yn, you look like a depressed clown,” soobin’s voice cuts through the crowd, catching your attention as your eyes snap towards him. he smiles. “where’s your loud, dumb other half?”

you shrug, glancing around once more. “he was supposed to go get me some soju.”

soobin frowns. “i just came back from the kitchen and didn’t see him.” he lifts his beer slightly.

your stomach twists at the mere thought of beomgyu being somewhere out there with... someone else.

“i’m going to look for him,” you say, your voice dipping softly, “he must’ve gotten lost in the crowd.”

“that’s my girl!” kai cheers as you walk off, “go get him!”

without even turning back, you throw him a middle finger and disappear into the house.

but after wandering around with no luck, your anxiety ends up dragging you out to the backyard for a cigarette.

the smoke slips softly from your lips, dissolving into the night breeze. you lean back against the wall, tilting your head up to look at the full, round moon hanging in the sky.

a sigh escapes you.

and then a chill runs through your body—partly from the cold, partly from beomgyu.

is kai right?

ugh, you hate it when kai’s right.

the rustle of leaves pulls you back to reality, your gaze snapping to the side to find a guy standing there. tall. lean. sharp eyes. a defined jaw.

“alone at a party?” he tilts his head, taking a few slow, almost playful steps forward.

your skin prickles, though you’re not entirely sure why. maybe the cold. maybe the stranger you’ve never seen before.

“just needed a break.” you reply, unconcerned, lifting the cigarette slightly for him to see.

his eyes don’t leave yours, a smile slowly forming on his lips.

“you’re not wearing a costume,” you point out, giving him a quick once over. “i thought soobin had a rule—no costume, no entry.”

he glances down at himself, then back at you. “i’m wearing one, even if it doesn’t look like it,” he says, stepping closer at last. “let's say i’m... blending in with the crowd.”

“i’ve never seen you before,” you say, as the strong scent of his cologne floods your senses, making you want to inhale it like it’s a drug. is it the alcohol making you feel like this? you convince yourself it’s not attraction— even though you’ve never seen someone as attractive as him. it’s something... different. “do you study in town?”

he scoffs with a smile, leaning a little closer.

“i’ve already graduated.”

“but you look my age.”

he wets his lips with his tongue. “i get that a lot.”

you frown, curiosity starting to get the better of you. you take another drag from your cigarette, unable to look away.

“i’m yeonjun,” he introduces himself, before you can even voice the question. “and i don’t think i’ve ever seen a girl like you before.”

the compliment sends heat rushing to your cheeks, lingering long enough to leave them flushed. you let out a soft laugh, trying to play it off like it didn’t affect you.

but it does, and you hate how easy it is for you to get flustered.

you part your lips to reply—anything—but yeonjun’s long, cold fingers silence you again as they brush a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

“you don't look drunk,” he notes, tilting your chin so you keep your eyes on him. “what, did you only have... two bottles?”

the precision surprises you, but his closeness is enough to keep you from dwelling on it.

you nod. his eyes never leave yours—so sharp, so hypnotic.

his grip shifts your head slightly, like he’s studying you.

“you’re shy,” he says, “but look at you, letting me touch you like this without even knowing me. didn’t they teach you to be afraid of strangers?” his tone is teasing, and at the same time, flirtatious. a warmth coils in your stomach, even as the cold of his hands sends a shiver through you.

“should i be afraid of you?” you ask, your voice coming out softer than you intended.

yeonjun leans in close enough for his breath to brush against your skin, his full lips grazing just by your ear. your body breaks out in shivers—every hair standing on end.

“maybe,” you squeeze your eyes shut as his warm breath hits your ear. “but i’m not going to hurt you, pretty girl.”

his lips trail down your neck, finding a sensitive spot that pulls a soft sound from you—even though he doesn’t taste it yet, only brushes against it.

“trust me, you're going to like this.”

as his lips begin to kiss along your neck, sucking softly, your head tilts to the opposite side to give him more space, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. your mind feels hazy, unable to fully process what’s happening.

a bite at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder pulls an unexpected moan from you. your eyes squeeze shut, and you let your body fall back against the wall as yeonjun corners you.

one hand settles at your waist, the other at the nape of your neck, keeping you still.

“i bet you taste delicious.” you hear him say a second before a sharp pain shoots through your neck, pulling a whimper from you—this time caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.

because it hurts more than it should.

you press your hand against his chest, trying to hold onto something, but another broken whine slips from you when his grip tightens, keeping you pinned to the wall as it feels like two needles pierce through your skin.

and in the blink of an eye, you’re in your bed, waking to sunlight hitting your eyes.

a pounding headache. a feverish body. a sharp pain coming from your neck.

for some reason, everything feels more intense.

you feel your heart start to race for a second.

“hey, yn!” beomgyu’s voice makes you sit up, walking over to the window and pulling the curtains open. “where— woah, are you okay?”

you blink, trying to adjust to the light.

“hm?” you barely manage.

“you look pale,” beomgyu says from the other side of the window. somehow, fate had lined your rooms up perfectly ever since he moved to the city. “do you feel alright?”

you rub your eyes and turn, stepping towards your mirror as beomgyu easily climbs over from his balcony to yours. like always.

when you catch your reflection, you understand the worry in his voice. your skin is much paler than usual, dark circles sitting heavily beneath your eyes, and—

“what's that on your neck?”

you tilt your head to get a better look at the mark on your neck, like it’s an old wound that's long since healed into a scar.

the problem is—you've never had a wound there.

your fingers brush over it, trying to rewind the events of last night, but the harder you try, the worse your headache gets.

“where did you go?” beomgyu asks, curious, stepping closer and brushing his warm thumb against your cold skin, studying the mark with a slight frown. “i looked for you everywhere.”

you shake your head faintly. “i don't—ugh, my head is killing me.”

the pain is intense, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. a hangover? no, it's much worse than that.

it doesn’t take long for him to take care of you like he always does—aspirin, warm soup, his thumb brushing softly over your shoulder as the two of you watch a film on your couch.

but it’s useless, because as the hours pass, you only feel worse.

a mix of insatiable hunger and extreme weakness, like you haven’t eaten in years and your body is punishing you for it.

“did you stop eating again?” he asks for the fifth time, earning a low groan from you in response.

“i already told you no,” you look at him. he doesn’t look away. you sigh. “i’m not fifteen anymore.”

“still,” he murmurs, “i don’t want to feel like i’m missing something about you when i could be helping.”

there it is again—beomgyu, worried. not the loud boy everyone laughs with, no. the one who can undo you just by looking at you, and doesn’t even realise it.

the more you try to hide it, the more it grows.

“you know i’d tell you if i needed you.” you tilt your head absentmindedly, because it’s not just this sickness making you weak.

it’s the presence sitting right in front of you.

“you better,” he warns, his lips curling slightly—only to fall again when his gaze drops to your neck. “seriously, where did you even go last night?”

another sharp pain shoots from your neck to your head, like trying to remember is forbidden.

“i was looking for you,” you force yourself to think back, even if it hurts. “you took like three hours to get a bottle of soju and i was getting worried. then i went out for a cigarette and...”

he watches you closely. “and?”

“and then i woke up here.”

beomgyu frowns. “that’s a ten hour gap, yn.”

you shrug. “i don’t know how i got home.”

“did you smoke something?” he looks at you like he wouldn’t judge you even if you admitted it—because he never would. “did someone give you something? did you talk to anyone?”

it hurts again.

“no— i didn’t take anything, i just don’t remember.” you shake your head. “i didn’t even drink that much, it’s like it just... disappeared from my mind.”

by the following monday, your body can’t take the weakness anymore.

the dark circles under your eyes are so pronounced that even soobin points it out, like they’re worse than his—and they are.

your stomach growls even while you’re eating, loud enough for kai to joke about it, but beomgyu only watches you with concern.

classes drag on endlessly and, for some reason, you can’t focus at all. you feel overstimulated—worse than ever.

you can hear the scratch of pencils against paper as everyone writes, their breathing, the murmurs sounding almost like shouting.

and now there’s a sound you can't quite explain, like... a soft stream of water following you. sometimes it’s faint, sometimes overwhelming. you’ve noticed it gets stronger the more people you’re surrounded by.

but you don’t understand why.

and by the following week, it’s not just the weakness that grows—everything starts to feel... intense.

every time your heart skips like it’s warning you of something, beomgyu shows up seconds later. like a signal.

his lips move as he tells a story in the cafeteria. what is it? you’d love to know. but all you can focus on is the way his lips curl into a smile as the story unfolds, the subtle swipe of his tongue over them, the effortless mess of his hair from not fixing it after pulling on a hoodie.

your gaze drops, tracing the line of his jaw as it moves with each word, then following one of the veins along his neck that makes your mouth water.

the sound that’s been chasing you is louder than ever now, flooding your ears over everything else—the laughter, beomgyu’s voice, the rest of the cafeteria.

you press your legs together beneath the table, trying to ease the sudden need for friction that the dampness of your panties seems to demand.

you’re not even ovulating—you’re not anywhere near that time.

as always, beomgyu’s hands move exaggeratedly while he talks, but your attention drifts to the veins standing out along the back of his hand, disappearing beneath the sleeve of his hoodie.

you inhale softly, his scent the only one you can pick out above everything else—not even the food, not even your own plate.

a floral, clean, almost spring fragrance. but beneath it, there’s something else. something stronger. the scent you recognise from the mornings you’ve woken up next to him after a sleepover. his natural smell.

stronger than ever.

you wet your lips, feeling your breathing slowly pick up as the minutes pass, and suddenly even the brush of your nipples against your bra feels overwhelming. your thighs press together tighter, searching for relief from the unbearable desire twisting inside you.

beomgyu glances at you a couple of times as he talks, his eyes always drifting back to the person he trusts the most—but you barely blink. you’re mesmerised, almost dizzy, drunk on him in every possible sense.

you need to snap out of it.

without warning, you push yourself up from the table. all your friends turn to look at you, beomgyu going quiet as he follows your movements.

“are you okay?” he asks, like it's become his default question ever since halloween night.

you nod, unable to pull your eyes away from him as your hands fumble blindly for your bag.

“just need some air,” your voice barely comes out—unsteady, breathless, teetering on something far too intense, like the edge of an orgasm without any real cause. as if beomgyu himself is the trigger. “i just need a bit of air.”

“let’s go, i’ll walk y—”

“no,” you cut him off, forcing your feet to move away instead of giving in to the urge to lunge at him. it feels like you might any second—and worse, like you could devour him right there. “i just need a few seconds alone.”

soobin, kai, and chaewon exchange a look as they watch you walk away in hurried steps, then turn to beomgyu, who’s still following you with his eyes, concern written all over his face.

you haven’t been yourself since halloween night, and he needs to understand why.

when the cold winter air hits your face and the noise of campus fades behind you, you let out a heavy breath, like you’re on the verge of bursting.

“what the hell is wrong with me?” you mutter, stepping over the damp grass left behind by the fog.

“you’re doing everything wrong.”

a male voice makes you flinch, turning around only to find—

yeonjun?

his grin widens when he catches the genuine confusion on your face.

“but i guess i should’ve explained the terms and conditions. that one’s on me.”

your head throbs again with a sharp, sudden pain that forces your eyes shut for a moment.

when you open them, yeonjun is standing right in front of you.

“i thought you didn’t study here.” you say, trying to piece together the night you met him.

“i don’t,” he lifts a hand to tuck a strand of your hair back into place, so gently it sends a shiver down your spine. “i figured you might need my help.”

you frown, and a quiet laugh slips from his lips.

“in my defence, i didn't expect you to survive. that’s not how usually works.”

you look at him, even more confused now, as a cold breeze passes through and you watch his blonde hair fall messily across his face, making him look unfairly attractive.

you shake your head internally, hating how those thoughts creep in without permission.

“what are you talking about?” you tilt your head, and he lets out a soft laugh.

“you look like a confused puppy,” he teases, genuinely amused. his fingers find your chin, tilting your face up. “go on, open your mouth. let me see.”

“see what?”

“god, pretty girl, even i wasn’t this clueless before i turned—and i was a complete loser,” he scoffs, once again amused by your innocence. “your fangs.”

your skin feels colder all of a sudden.

“my fangs?”

“open your mouth. let me see them.”

you should step back. walk away. run from whatever the hell this situation is— maybe even report him to the university’s department, or even the cops.

but instead, you slowly part your lips and give him the look he’s asking for.

“knew it,” he mutters, shaking his head as he lets go of your chin, a heavy sigh leaving him. he looks at you like he’s blaming you for something. “do you want to starve?”

“what are you talking about, yeonjun? i don't follow.” you insist, caught somewhere between fear and desperation.

this is all way too far beyond your limit.

his arms cross over his chest. “you don’t even respect our hierarchy and you’re calling me by my name, huh?”

your eye twitch in his direction, shooting him a look that makes his hands raise in mock surrender.

“alright, alright. enough riddles,” he laughs, running his long fingers through his hair. “you’ve been starving for a week, pale as death, probably paranoid... and you haven’t stopped to think it might have something to do with the night i bit you?”

“the night... you bit me?”

yeonjun rolls his eyes.

“alright, let’s start from the beginning,” he looks down at you, tilting his head, arms crossed. “have you ever seen twilight?”

you frown. “no, but i’ve watched teen wolf.”

“offensive, we’re not even in that one,” yeonjun scoffs. “jennifer’s body?”

“megan fox?” you raise your brows. “of course, that was my bisexual awakening.”

yeonjun lets out a small laugh, unable to stay focused on what actually matters for more than a few seconds.

“then you know how it goes,” he shrugs. “fangs, blood, hierarchy. you following me yet?”

you blink. “like in dracula by bram stoker?”

yeonjun smiles—genuinely, this time. “good taste in films.”

you laugh, but then shake your head. “wait, what exactly are we talking about here?”

this time, his expression turns serious as he steps closer. you instinctively move back, your back hitting the wall.

his eyes don’t leave you until they drop from your jaw to your neck, his thumb brushing over the spot where he remembers biting you.

“look, you were supposed to die that night,” he murmurs, lifting his gaze back to yours as his hand settles at the back of your neck, holding you there with a quiet sense of control. “i didn’t know some humans could still survive it. that only used to happen before we had the perfect method.”

you open your mouth to respond, but he gives you a look before you can, and you close it again.

“i thought you’d follow your instincts and feed on someone, but it looks like you’ve been pretending nothing’s happening...” he sighs, his thumb now brushing over the nape of your neck. “and if you keep this up, you’re going to die.”

your skin prickles. he can feel it beneath his palm.

“i need you to feed,” he says, brows lifting like he’s checking if you understand. “not because i care about you, but because i can’t just leave you like this. it’s not... moral.”

“moral...” you murmur, frowning. not angry, just confused. “are you saying...?”

“yes,” he nods, eyes locked onto yours. “i turned you, even if i didn’t mean to.”

your breathing picks up, like this could all be some kind of sick joke from a lunatic who decided to bite your neck and leave a wound, playing at being a—

“you’re insane,” you whisper, but your voice isn’t accusing. not convinced either. “you’re implying something that’s im...possible...”

your voice cuts off when you see him part his lips, inviting you to look closely, careful with what you’re about to deny. his tongue runs slowly over his teeth, almost hypnotic, and then you see them— his fangs, lengthening gradually so you can see it for yourself.

you feel your body go rigid.

“if you say vampires don’t exist, a fairy dies.” he teases, clearly mocking you.

when the realisation hits you, a flicker of panic rushes through your veins.

“no, that’s not true,” you try to deny it, even though deep down it makes more sense than you’d like to admit. “i don’t even have those—“

“because you haven’t fed,” he looks at you like it’s obvious. “if you don’t, the transition won’t complete and you’ll die. and as much as i’d love for that to happen, morally i’m responsible for you now.”

your heart starts racing as you feel his grip on the back of your neck loosen slightly, only to shift down to your throat—not quite choking you, but holding you there, keeping you from pulling away.

“i need you to feed,” he insists, this time his tone sharper. “only then can i explain how this works.”

“how this works?” you scoff, almost annoyed. “are you saying you just decided one night i was going to be your prey and missed your shot?”

he clicks his tongue, like that comment managed to get under his skin.

“i didn’t miss, and don’t call it that,” he shakes his head, his grip tightening just slightly against your throat. “i don’t know how it happened either, alright? you just... didn’t die.”

“and now i’m supposed to pretend the person who tried to kill me is going to take care of me?” you shoot back, your tone sharpening. “this isn’t real, this is some kind of stupid joke that—”

his hand tightens around your throat, sending your pulse racing even as your skin stays cold.

“this is what we're going to do,” he says, voice firm but controlled. he knows the worst thing he can do is make you panic—even if he hasn’t done the best job at keeping this under control so far. “i’ve heard you can feed from other vampires, but after that, you need to find someone. anyone. just bite them somewhere no one can see you, somewhere no one will find the body.”

“i’m not killing anyone,” you say, disgusted. “i’m not like you.”

yeonjun lets out a humourless scoff. “that’s what everyone think, until you can hear the blood running through someone’s veins.”

you frown slightly, piecing it together. “that’s the sound?”

“like a stream? yeah,” he nods, giving you a look like he knows exactly what you’re going through. “if you don’t feed, it only gets worse. oh, and just wait until you can smell different types of blood—you won’t be able to hold yourself back.”

you sigh. “isn’t there another option?”

yeonjun pauses for a second.

“you can feed on animals.”

“anim— no! no way, that’s cruel.”

“hey, some people do it. i’m not judging.”

he exhales, bringing the focus back where it matters.

“i’m going to let you bite me. just this once.”

you don’t know how you ended up in this situation, but one way or another, you find yourself agreeing.

yeonjun rolls up the sleeve of his jacket, letting you see the veins standing out along his arm.

your heart pounds, anticipatory, like it knows what’s coming even if you refuse to admit it. your fangs aren’t going to grow. you’re not going to bite him. this isn’t real—just some kind of trick, right?

“i think you can do it from here,” he says, voice low. “i don’t actually know how it works.”

“convenient.” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

one of his hands tangles into your hair, like he’s guiding you into it, bracing himself for what it might feel like. he’s heard it’s intimate—for some reason—but considering this is the first time he’s turned someone and not killed them, he doesn’t really know what that means.

he’s about to find out.

you inhale softly, his scent filling your lungs, along with something beneath it—something natural that feels unlike anything you’ve ever smelled before. more alluring. more dangerous.

you lift your gaze to meet his, and he nods for you to go on. it’s not that deep. that’s what he thinks.

you let out a slow breath, your body flooding with something like adrenaline—like the moment before a rollercoaster drops. you know something is coming, and it terrifies you.

only this time, you don’t even know what it is—and that makes it worse.

you feel your stomach growl with such overwhelming need that you think you might pass out—like you’re right on the edge of it. your tongue drags over your fangs, still their normal size.

they’re not going to grow, you tell yourself. but moments before you give in, wrapping your lips around his wrist to try and bite down—

and this time, you feel it.

something shifts in your mouth, lengthening, and then breaking through the soft membrane of yeonjun’s skin.

your nails dig into his forearm the second the first drop of blood slides down your throat—and everything goes hazy.

so hazy you don’t remember when you started drinking properly, desperate, barely breathing. like you’ve never been fed before, and your first meal is impossibly, devastatingly good.

yeonjun chokes out a sound when your fangs pierce his skin, his grip tightening in your hair. the blood loss doesn’t affect him—it doesn’t hurt either, just the faint sting of skin breaking—but something else coils tight in his stomach, too fast, too sharp, a flicker of panic cutting through him.

he knows that feeling.

just... not in this situation.

his lips press together, his breathing turning uneven as the sensation builds, dangerously, like he might come undone at any second.

“yn—” he manages, voice caught somewhere between a groan and something softer, breath hitching as he drops his head forward, resting his forehead against yours.

but you don’t hear him. you can’t.

you’re too lost in it.

heart racing, chest rising and falling as you drink like your life depends on it, the taste of his blood flooding your senses. your eyes are shut, but if he could see them, he’d notice how blown your pupils are— so dark.

soft sounds slip from your throat as you feed, uncontrolled, echoing through your body. your legs tremble faintly beneath you, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all—new, consuming, too much and not enough all at once.

“yn— wait—” his voice comes out more strained this time, but it doesn’t reach you. you can’t stop. you don’t think you ever could.

his hand in your hair tightens, almost instinctive, grounding himself as the sensation spirals—sharp, insistent, impossible to ignore. his breath catches again, body tensing as the feeling crests higher, tighter, unfamiliar in this context but unmistakable in intensity.

he opens his eyes when he feels you pause for a second—but you don’t give him time to recover before you bite into the same spot again, a soft sound slipping from you against his skin.

“shit...” he breathes, the feeling crashing over him all over again, overwhelming enough that it steals everything else from his mind except how intense, how dangerously good, it feels.

your body presses against his on instinct, your hips applying pressure right where his erection throbs, desperate. you’re not aware of his physical state, focused only on feeding as if you might never get the chance again.

the sounds slipping from yeonjun’s throat grow more desperate, more urgent. he feels the knot tightening in his stomach, signalling that the peak is about to hit, while a tingling heat floods his lower body—made worse by the pressure of your hips against him.

his own hips push forward without thinking, chasing even the slightest friction, anything to ease the overwhelming sensation.

“ah— fuck—”

his vision blurs, his hearing too, though the only sound around is the breeze rustling through the leaves. the campus hums faintly somewhere in the distance, the surrounding houses too quiet—no chance anyone would see what’s happening.

the pleasure crashes over him at full force, except nothing spills from his cock the way it normally would. it’s just the same feeling—trapping him in that peak, not letting him recover.

not while you’re still feeding from him.

he tries to press his lips together, squeezing his eyes shut to keep quiet, but the sounds come out anyway, uncontrollable. he can’t come down from it, can’t escape the overwhelming high.

until finally, he grips your hair and pulls you away from his skin—because he can’t take another second of it.

“no, please.” you lean in to bite him again, but his grip in your hair is firm enough to hold you back.

“no, enough.” he breathes out, trying to recover from what just happened. he’d never understood why they said sharing blood between vampires was intimate.

at least, not until now.

you lift your gaze to meet his eyes—and honestly, the sight leaves him nearly breathless. your eyes, black as a shark’s after feeding, brows drawn together in a silent plea to continue, a drop of blood slipping from the corner of your lips.

he brings his thumb up to wipe it away, pressing it gently into your mouth so you can lick off what’s left of him from seconds ago.

“better?”

after you drag your tongue along his thumb and he pulls it from your lips, you shake your head.

“it’s not enough,” you say, still breathless. “i need more.”

you can feel your panties soaked, to the point it’s uncomfortable.

“you must learn how to feed on humans.”

“does it always feel like this?”

yeonjun hums, shaking his head. “not this... intense.”

the two of you look at each other for a moment, like you’ve just shared something you weren’t meant to—and still enjoyed it anyway.

yeonjun runs a hand through his hair. “i need you to feed, and then i’ll come back for you.”

he doesn’t give you time to react—you just watch him walk away, and within seconds, he’s gone from your sight.

you lean back against the wall, letting out a heavy breath.

what is happening to you?

your heart suddenly picks up, making you straighten instantly, your head turning towards the door before it even opens.

and then beomgyu walks in.

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AND ON THE DAY OF HEESEUNG’S DEBUT (basically)!?

THIS IS INTENTIONAL AND I WONT BACK DOWN HEESEUNG COULD HAVE BEEN DOING HIS SOLO STUFF WHILE BEING IN THE GROUP AND ITS SO STUPID TO ME THAT THEY CANT EVEN SPEAK OUT ABOUT IT! NOT EVEN TO GIVE SUPPORT TO THEIR HYUNG!!!??

Title- Whispers Of Jealousy 🦋✨️

pairing: fem!reader x heeseung

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: When Heeseung got jealous as you were talking with another guy during your date.

genre: smut

warnings: >> speeding, smut,cussing, biting/marking, fingering, begging, choking, slight hair pulling, size kink, dom!heeseung x sub!reader, unprotected sex (a big NO-NO), orgasm denial, edging, slight overstimulation, creampie, manhandling, petnames.

In the bustling heart of Seoul, where bright neon lights illuminated the streets and whispers of romance danced on the air, there was a cozy café that served the smoothest coffee one could find. It was here that Heeseung and you had made it a tradition to meet every Friday after your respective classes.

// sim jake //

pairing: vampire!jake x first love!femreader

word count- 4.1k

genre/cws- angst, slight fluff, past memories, established relationship, crying, desperation, two people who were happy and madly in love, turning into a vampire, fire, arson(?), jake goes through it, jake loves reader so much

>[1] of FATAL TROUBLE series

summary-Jake becomes a terrible monster all in the name of love

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Jake was told stories of all kinds of fictitious mystical creatures ranging from light hearted ones adored by most to the dark monsters that everyone cowered in fear from.

But he never anticipated in becoming one. And yet, the moment you were forced away from him to never see each other again, he turned himself into a terrible monster.

You and Jake were once the epitome of a happy relationship and life, deeming to be fated lovers and live happily together for the rest of your lives. But that day never happened as you and Jake met your ultimate end.

Jake closed his eyes, feeling the burning heat of the fire on his hand that was not nearly enough to match the anger that burned in him. All he wanted was to be by your side, where he rightfully belonged.

Jake scoffed to himself before roughly opening his eyes closing his hand into a fist to distinguish the fire just as easily as he made it.

Who was he kidding, why would a monster like him be heard?