[twilight] – kim taerae
"there's no way you're reading that book again! do you not get tired of the same inaccurate scenarios that are written by someone who clearly has never seen a vampire in their life?" taerae joked the moment he saw you reading the book 'twilight' again.
"wait, wait, go back a little. what do you mean by 'inaccurate'?" your confusion was so audible within the sentence it made him chuckle cutely and break into a smirk.
"come here," he said ironically, because in less the a moment he already grabbed you by your thighs and back, and lifted you up gently, just like you hold a baby.
that moment felt like eternity when your eyes locked with taeraes' and his lips widened, revealing a majestic dimple on his chubby cheeks, even though it was barely even a second. damn him and the super speed he acquired when he became a vampire.
"can I?" he asked while pointing at a spot just under your ear, right where the carotid arteries are placed. It visibly made you worry. taerae never bit you before, you always changed subjects in fear that something bad will happen.
"i know you're worried, I'm sorry. I'll never mention that again, please forget that."
"no, it's okay. I do want to try, I'm just a little scared."
"do you want me to try your hand first? I promise it'll go by fast and won't leave a scar."
"okay."
he slowly took your palm in his and lifted it to his face. the closer he got to you the harder your eyes closed, hoping that by not looking the pain will not be as scary. of course taerae noticed that, he sees everything, constantly glaring at you, studying you.
"It's okay, we'll do it anothe-" he started when he noticed you slightly shivering, until he was stopped by you.
"bite. now."
and so he did. he was unsurprisingly right. about two things, actually. one: it did not leave a mark, and two: twilight books are, in fact, nothing like reality (which you figured when you opened your eyes while taerae was doing his thing and you didn't feel a thing. suck that miss Stephenie Meyer.)















