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The mansion was alive with bass and magic.

Music pulsed through the floor, bodies moved like shadows and flame under crystal chandeliers, and the scent of vampire, fae, siren, and shifter blood was thick in the air. The Seven had thrown the party of the semester, pre summer break chaos before everyone was let loose on the world again.

But Ni-ki wasn’t celebrating.

He was perched lazily on a velvet backed loveseat in the corner of the ballroom, dressed in all black with his hair still slightly white tinted from the prank war fallout. A drink rested in one hand, untouched, while his golden eyes flicked toward the door every few seconds.

Across the room, Heeseung was brooding in a full villain arc lounging like a gothic painting in motion, one leg crossed over the other, jaw tight, arms folded, and his phone lighting up every thirty seconds with unanswered messages. His soulmate connection with Jiyoon was being blocked, and he was spiraling.

“She turned it off,” Sunghoon murmured, watching Heeseung from beside the bar with his signature blank expression. “Cold.”

“She’s punishing him,” Jungwon noted, swirling his glass. “Respect.”

Meanwhile, Jay, Sunoo, Jake, and even Ni-ki were dealing with their own silent torment.

“Why do I feel like the whole place is boring as hell without them here?” Sunoo huffed, spinning a straw in his blood cocktail. “No chaos, no insults. No threats from Seori. I’m empty inside.”

“You’re always empty,” Jay muttered, but even his heart wasn’t in the insult. His eyes hadn’t left the front doors in twenty minutes.

Jake leaned against a pillar, looking like a sulky statue of sin. “I told Sora about the party. Think she’ll come?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ni-ki grumbled, trying not to shift in his seat. “Da-eun will. She said she might. She said....”

He paused. That was a lie. She hadn’t said anything. He just knew. The boys had fallen quiet again, each one pretending they didn’t care, pretending they weren’t watching the door like trained attack dogs.

Finally it happened the doors opened and in walked destruction.

No. In walked their destruction.

Five girls.

Five goddesses.

Jiyoon in silver satin that clung to her like moonlight, Kija in a fiery red slit dress that made Sunghoon choke on air, Seori shimmering in iridescent white like a wicked little angel, and Da-eun in a strapless wine colored dress that left very little to the imagination. Her hair was down in waves, lips slicked, eyes sharp. And Sora wore black. Backless. With glitter pressed into the corners of her eyes and heels that clicked like thunder.

Every. Single. Vampire. Shut. Down.

“Holy. Shit,” Sunoo whispered, dropping his drink.

Jay dropped his jaw. Jake dropped dead. Metaphorically. Even Heeseung sat forward in slow, stunned disbelief as Jiyoon walked in, smirking like a queen returning to her throne.

Ni-ki swallowed hard. His gums ached. The bond screamed. His mate had never looked more delicious. His fingers twitched at his sides, and he swore to hell if any other man so much as breathed in her direction tonight, there would be bodies.

But before any of them could rise. Before they could call out. Before they could command, beckon, or plead.

The girls walked right past them.

Right.

Past.

Not a look. Not a word. Not even a blink.

They made a beeline for the dance floor, laughing and twirling into the crowd, like the seven deadly vampire gods they were ignoring didn’t even exist. It was Sora who smiled over her shoulder as the five of them began dancing in sync, back-to-back, hips swaying, spells practically dripping off them. A dangerous little smirk. A silent, "We know."

The music built. The girls moved like they owned the night.

And the Seven?

Blinking. Frozen. Deadliest creatures in the room. Speechless.

“Did they just-” Jake started.

“Ignore us?” Sunghoon finished, voice hoarse.

Jay looked like someone had slapped him with a holy relic.

“They didn’t just ignore us,” Ni-ki muttered, standing slowly, eyes locked on one particular vampire in red. “They declared war.”

Heeseung growled under his breath. Jungwon cracked his neck.

And suddenly, the calm before summer break? Was about to get very bloody.

The Moonlight Mansion was glowing, music rising, bodies moving, shadows dancing but the real game was being played in silence, across the ballroom, in glances and vanishing acts.

The girls had decided weeks ago the prank wars were over.

But the teasing? Oh, the teasing would never die.

They were queens tonight, untouchable, radiant, and infuriatingly elusive.

After their entrance had left the Seven frozen in stunned silence, the girls didn’t stop. They danced for nearly a full set before regrouping, still laughing, still radiant, and began weaving through the party with an elegance that screamed, we know you want us, come catch us.

And every time one of the Seven got close?

They vanished.

Jiyoon grinned when Heeseung stormed through a crowd, only to find the spot she’d been leaning against now held nothing but a single long lost silk glove. She’d reappeared seconds later beside Sora and Da-eun, sipping wine like she hadn’t just evaporated into mist.

Heeseung nearly combusted.

Across the hall, Jay tried to get close to Seori, weaving through guests with his jaw set like steel, only for her to glance over her shoulder once and snap her fingers. An illusion. She appeared to be at the drink bar, sipping from a black goblet.

He went there, stalking toward her like prey.

Only to find a confused shifter instead, asking if Jay wanted ice. Seori, meanwhile, was giggling behind the piano with the others.

Sora?

She was chaos in shadows.

Every time one of the Seven came too close, she’d roll her eyes, lift her fingers ever so slightly, and poof smoke. The girls would fade into wisps of dark fog, reforming somewhere else in the mansion. She was the quiet one, yes. But tonight? Sora was the sniper in the war of flirtation.

Jake was about to cry. He’d just wanted to say hi.

And then there was Kija. Kija had had it up to here with Sunghoon.

Every time she sang under her breath, every time she swayed and pushed her voice like honey into the air, every. Single. Time the boys fell back.

Eyes glazed. Ears ringing. Minds tricked.

All except him.

Park Sunghoon.

He was ignoring her song entirely, waltzing through it like it was white noise.

“That little shit,” she hissed under her breath, eyes narrowed as she watched him scan the crowd for her again.

“Maybe he’s deaf,” Seori offered, deadpan.

“No, he’s just rude,” Kija snapped. “Sirens are a gift, and this is what I get?”

Sora chuckled quietly as she turned them all into fog again Ni-ki and Jay were far too close.

Elsewhere, Da-eun was wreaking havoc in her own way. She didn’t need to vanish. She just let the bond burn.

Every time Ni-ki looked at her, really looked at her, her lips would curl just a little, her body language would shift. One raised brow, one flash of fang in a smile, one soft hum vibrating through the air. And every time she disappeared, he let out a sound somewhere between a hiss and a growl.

“You know he’s going to lose his mind,” Jiyoon whispered, linking arms with her fellow vamp as they reappeared by the garden entrance.

“I hope he does,” da-eun said, smug. “Let him suffer.”

“I give it ten minutes before someone throws a chair,” Seori added, stretching her arms over her head like a cat.

“We should keep moving,” Sora said quietly, a warning in her tone.

“I feel watched,” Kija murmured. “Again.”

“You are being watched,” Jiyoon grinned. “They’ve all moved. Flanking us now.”

The girls stood, heels clicking, gowns swaying like poetry. They were not prey. They were the huntresses. And this was a game of push and pull, shadows and light, song and smoke, and so far?

They were winning.

The Seven hadn’t even landed a touch.

But the night was still young.

And the boys?

Oh, they were done playing nice. The girls had the illusion magic. The Seven had the strategy.

While the girls were preparing their next move nestled near the garden for another round of “how can we drive them crazy without touching them” the Seven had already split.

Jake lured the crowd. Jungwon played headmaster and faked a loud announcement over the main speakers, forcing everyone outside. Sunghoon made sure the exits were locked.

Jay, Sunoo, and Heeseung swept the perimeter, cloaking everything in confusion and darkness. And Ni-ki?

Ni-ki waited.

When Da-eun stood, brushing imaginary dust from her dress, she blinked.

The garden was too quiet.

“Where is everyone?” she asked, voice cautious.

“Why is no one watching us anymore?” Kija narrowed her eyes. “That’s weird.”

“Guys,” Sora murmured. “Something’s off.”

Before they could disappear they heard it.

SNAP.

The illusion around them shattered.

“Oh fuck.” Jiyoon’s eyes widened.

“RUN!”

They didn’t get far.

Heeseung appeared behind Jiyoon with a smug grin and a single word, “Caught.”

Jay cut off Seori’s path with a bow and a smirk, “Just blocking.”

Sunghoon walked straight through Kija’s siren hum like it didn’t exist, stopping just out of reach, arms folded as he dared her to try again.

Jake swooped toward Sora, but stopped feet away, leaning against the railing with that charming smile. “Hi, quiet girl.”

And Ni-ki?

Ni-ki waited until Dae took two steps back, spun, and bolted toward the hallway.

Only to run straight into his chest.

“You forgot,” he whispered against her temple, voice a low purr, “I always win.”

Her powers flared. She opened her mouth to scream him into a wall. But he flashed behind her and clamped a hand gently over her lips.

“Shh,” he whispered, warm breath against her ear. “You’ll ruin the moment.”

She wriggled.

He laughed, not even fazed. “Go ahead. Throw a tantrum.”

Around them, the others were now closing in on their girls, not touching (except Heeseung, he was allowed), but surrounding them, encasing them in dark smirks, teasing banter, ruthless strategy.

“Let the record show,” Sunghoon said, voice like chilled velvet, “we won.”

“Barely,” Seori muttered, arms crossed.

Jay smirked. “Still counts.”

Kija glared, eyes blazing. “You cheated.”

“We planned.” Jungwon corrected, smug and deadly.

Ni-ki hadn’t let go of his mate. She’d stopped struggling.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, still holding her back to his front, nose brushing her temple.

“Go die.”

“Too bad you’re coming with me.”

The girls were huddled, mildly annoyed. But also? A little impressed.

Jiyoon smirked. “I guess you did win this one.”

Heeseung kissed her forehead in reward. “Told you we would.”

Sora blinked up at Sunoo, then stepped away before he could even breathe in her direction. “I’m watching you.”

“Fair,” he muttered.

And just like that the power shifted. From queens of the night to captured chaos.

But make no mistake. This was only one battle.

The war? Far from over. Maybe.

Ni-ki hadn’t spoken a word since they left the party.

Not when he grabbed her wrist and tugged her away from the music and crowd. Not when she spun in the hallway, daring him with that little smirk and the gleam in her eye that drove him absolutely insane.

Not even when she said, in the most dangerous whisper, “You gonna pout all night, vampire prince?”

Now, in the silence of his room his territory, his space he didn’t need to speak. He slammed the door shut behind them and locked it with a definitive click.

She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

He didn’t answer.

He crossed the room in a blur of motion, hands gripping her waist, spinning her, lifting her like she weighed nothing.

She gasped as her back hit the wall with a soft thud, her dress bunching up slightly from the force of it. He held her there, her legs locked around his hips, one of his hands gripping the back of her thigh, the other cradling the side of her neck with a touch both possessive and worshipful.

His eyes were glowing.

And his voice low, gravelly, feral.

“You think this is funny?”

Her breath hitched.

“You wore that dress. You danced with other people. You disappeared with your little coven of chaos again. And you looked at me like you wanted me to chase you, like you were begging for it. All night.”

He leaned in, nose brushing her jaw, “You know I hate games, Kitten.”

Da-eun was trembling.

But not with fear.

With need.

With want.

And when she spoke, her voice was low and teasing just enough to set him off.

“All’s fair in love and war, Riki.”

That was it.

That was the match thrown into gasoline.

His fangs dropped with a low click, and her eyes widened as hers followed.

He didn’t ask.

She didn’t need him to.

Their instincts surged at the same time. His hand twisted gently into her hair, baring her neck just as she leaned forward. The moment their fangs pierced each other’s skin, the bond snapped.

Like fire ripping through dry forest.

Ni-ki gasped against her throat, hands trembling for a second from the sheer magnitude of it like the universe itself had just carved her name into his bones.

Da-eun let out a soft cry, not of pain but of release. Of something ancient and powerful finally falling into place. Her head dropped to his shoulder as her pulse thundered with his.

A low growl rumbled in Ni-ki’s chest, and he pulled back just enough to press his forehead to hers.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered.

“And you’re mine,” she whispered back, dragging her nails down his chest, her eyes wild with affection and hunger.

He kissed her then.

Not gentle.

Not polite.

It was rough, it was claiming, it was the kind of kiss that left bruised lips and bruised hearts and shattered walls in its wake. It was everything they’d held back for years.

He carried her to the bed without breaking the kiss, their bond humming so loud it pulsed through their skin. The way he worshiped her was frantic and unholy all at once. His lips trailing fire across her skin, her fingers in his hair, her laugh turning breathless. And when they finally joined, it wasn’t just about the act.

It was about every stolen glance, every shouted insult, every prank and silent moment that had built to this one truth only.

They were each other’s.

Fully.

Utterly.

Irrevocably.

The stars above the campus of Decelis Academy shone brighter than usual tonight, the moon glowing wide and silver like it knew it was being watched.

The cliffside was peaceful perched just above the tree line and overlooking the shimmering lake behind the campus. A soft breeze whispered through the grass, and the air smelled of fresh earth, crushed flowers, and the lingering remnants of magic.

They were all there.

Together.

The Five Girls and the Seven Vampires.

A chaos born alliance if there ever was one.

Jiyoon was curled into Heeseung’s chest, her fingers playing with the ends of his shirt while he whispered things that made her giggle and swat at him. He looked like a man completely content with being annoying as long as it made her smile.

Ni-ki was holding Da-eun from behind, his chin on her shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around her waist like he was afraid she might vanish. But the girl was all smug smiles and smugger eyebrows, clearly enjoying being the newly mated pair, basking in her well earned victory after months of war.

Sora was cradled comfortably on Kija’s lap, her cheek tucked against her friend’s shoulder as she quietly hummed. Seori leaned against them with her eyes closed, pretending she wasn’t enjoying the closeness when in reality, she was soaking it up like a cat in the sun.

The boys. Sunghoon, Jay, Jungwon, Jake, and Sunoo sat not far off, lounging in the grass, their expressions ranging from amused to exasperated.

Jay kept sneaking glances at Seori.

Sunghoon was definitely not watching Kija.

And Jungwon was laying back with his hands folded behind his head like he didn’t have half a mind to toss all of them into the lake for being loud.

Jake, however, had had enough.

He groaned dramatically, throwing his head back. “Is this what I’m going to have to deal with now? Mated couples giggling and flirting every ten seconds?”

The girls burst into laughter.

Jiyoon blew him a kiss. “Yes, baby boy.”

“Welcome to our suffering,” Sunoo added dryly.

“Oh, shut up. You love it,” Da-eun teased as she elbowed Ni-ki, who only tightened his grip and smirked.

“Chaos twins officially out of the game,” Jungwon said with a shake of his head.

Heeseung grinned across the circle. “Welcome to the club, Ni-ki.”

Ni-ki just nodded like he’d been inducted into a secret society. “Feels nice.”

“Feels smug,” Jay muttered.

“Feels earned,” Da-eun shot back, raising her brows.

It was banter at its finest, insults as affection and sarcasm as the sincerest form of bonding. And as the moon climbed higher, they all shared stories, each memory louder than the last.

The prank where Sunoo got skunk bombed for an entire week. The time Seori made illusion copies of herself during combat class and got five extra credits because the professor couldn’t figure out which one was real.

The dye job.

The blood locker incident da-eun's personal villain origin story. The time Jake accidentally drank a potion meant for werewolves and barked at the full moon all night.

“Okay, but real talk,” Jungwon said as he leaned forward. “You girls won.”

Kija sat up. “What?”

“The prank war. You won,” Sunghoon muttered with a resigned sigh.

For a second there was stunned silence, then chaos.

The five girls screamed as they jumped up, screaming like they just won a world championship, dancing in a chaotic circle under the moonlight. There was hair flying, laughter shaking the night air, and pure unfiltered victory written on all of their faces.

“They’re never going to shut up about this,” Jay murmured.

Da-eun pointed down at them mid-dance. “Damn right we won’t!”

Sunoo was grinning, even if he tried to hide it. His gaze turned toward Sora, who was still quietly smiling from Kija’s lap.

“Hey,” he said, his voice more serious than usual. “Your magic is pretty cool.”

Sora blinked.

Then blushed.

Then promptly disappeared into a puff of smoke.

Everyone burst into laughter.

“Dude!” Jake shouted. “What did you do?!”

“I was being nice!” Sunoo protested, stunned.

And just like that, the night dissolved into wild laughter, playful shoves, and glittering stars. They were loud, wild, emotional. Soulmates, enemies turned friends, rivals turned lovers. Some were still figuring it all out, and that was okay.

Because for now, there was no war. No teasing.

Just twelve chaotic creatures sitting above the world.

Together.