#vampire onew

                “What are you grinning at? Watch the fucking movie.”

                Minho’s smile lessened but it was still there when he turned away to look at the TV. They were both sitting on the couch, legs resting on the coffee table in front of them and watching some stupid movie together. Minho insisted, and even though Jonghyun was just using it as a distraction, Minho was overly excited about it. Though, Jonghyun would have to admit, it was nice just being them.

                Onew walked slowly out of the hallway, scratching his head and pausing to see what they were watching before turning into the kitchen. He grabbed a pot and filled it with water, setting it on the stove and turning it on. It wasn’t much like a ritual, really, but Jonghyun noticed whenever Onew saw Minho he would start to make ramen.

                The movie was dumb, but whatever. Sayu was out doing her meeting thing and there was no point running out after her. He couldn’t even feel anything from her, so fuck that. Watch the stupid movie. Jonghyun shoved Minho’s shoulder, suddenly feeling like he was too close, and said, “Claustrophobic,” as his only explanation. Minho squinted at him and shook his head, settling his shoulders back where they were.

                Onew eventually sat down, making Minho scoot over to be flush with Jonghyun, and handed him a bowl of ramen. Minho tried to look thankful and took it from him, then set it in front of him on the coffee table. “I’m not really hungry for ramen, maybe later.”

                 The older vampire shrugged and leaned back, putting his feet up on the coffee table as well and watched the rest of the movie with them in peaceful coexistence. As the credits rolled, Jonghyun, having moved to the chair and left Minho on the couch with Onew, stretched out and stood. “Well that was a shitty movie, good job dumbass.” He smirked at Minho.

                “If it was so terrible you could have left,” Onew said, reaching for the now cold ramen noodles and standing. He started for the kitchen while he continued, “How is your new girlfriend?”

                Jonghyun glared at Onew’s back, “I’m not her babysitter.”

                Onew stopped and turned back, “So… abandoning your bonded.” He nodded like he was impressed and walked into the kitchen, setting the ramen in the microwave. Jonghyun followed him, scowling, and Minho just stayed where he was, exhaling like he was suddenly bored.

                “Not like you did to me, fuck you ten thousand times to death.”

                “Ah, so this is so much different.”

                “It is! She’s the one running off to die! So fuck you thinking this is the same thing.”

                “Ah, well at least if she gets turned she won’t remember how you didn’t help her.”

                Jonghyun swung at Onew and hit him on the side of his head, sending him stumbling into the middle wall in the kitchen. Onew swung back and they scuffled for a few minutes until Jonghyun stopped just enough for Onew to get a good fist into his stomach, doubling him over on the kitchen floor. He looked down at his former bonded and laughed through his nose before walking back to the living room. “We’re done you can eat your ramen now,“ he said to Minho, just before grabbing his coat and leaving.

           After a long time of nothing happening, Sayu wondered if she should just go to the room like she said. All the steam she had was dissipating and she felt so inescapably vulnerable. The room was silent except for the occasional crinkle noise coming from Jonghyun’s blood packet.

           They kept a supply in the fridge for nights like these, when they had to lay low or recover from something and there wasn’t a human around they could eat. Jonghyun could have her blood, if he really wanted, Sayu wouldn’t be able to stop him. But he didn’t. She actually considered offering from the guilt she felt, but she decided she would leave that subject alone for as long as possible. Her feelings for him didn’t change her feelings about blood drinking.

           Though, this sparked another question, why hadn’t he? Sayu bit her lip. She didn’t want to leave him alone and honestly wanted to be in the room with him at least. She sighed and walked closer to the couch. Then she stepped around the side and finally stood in front of the chair adjacent. Sayu hesitated a moment, seeing him laying there with blood on his shirt, blood packet to his mouth, the arm she knew was hurt lying across his stomach.

               He stared at her like she usually did, his piercing dark eyes looking lazy, then looking to the ceiling. She sat down, finally, and looked at the floor. She didn’t look as anxious as she felt, he could tell. He had been thinking of what to do now, should he ask first? Would she lie? Does she even know anything? Of course she knows, she’s Sayu with her contacts. Fuck, she probably went and asked Jessica directly what was going on. Stupid.

           Jonghyun looked over to her again. She was all nerves and stiff, sitting in the chair with her feet together on the floor and her hands resting in her lap. Like she was posing for a photo, staring down at a point on the floor like that was where the camera was. He could tell her what he knew, but that would lead to conclusions he didn’t want her to know. If she knew already he doubted she would be as quiet as she was. Actually, why wasn’t she saying anything?

           A long time passed while they considered what to do in their own heads, Onew and Minho returned, mysteriously without cat food. They paused at the door for a second then continued inside. Sayu looked over to them and then at Jonghyun. He didn’t move at all or acknowledge them, so she looked back at the floor. She was so unsure of what to do she just waited, he didn’t want to talk so he stayed silent. The other two vampires decided to call it a night since the sun would be up soon and went to their respective rooms.

           And Jonghyun and Sayu were alone together in silence for a while longer.

                Jonghyun rolled out of bed, Sayu had fallen asleep and he heard Onew and Minho get home. At least now he was satisfied nothing was wrong and he could go find out what the hell they went off to do. He felt something sticking to his back and had to maneuver awkwardly to knock it off. It was the card. He picked it up after stepping on it a few times for good measure.

                Joon came to see Sayu while they were out, which was stupid. He could have just called and met them out in Seoul, and more importantly he was Onew’s friend, not his, what the hell was he doing giving him a card of all things. Jonghyun set it on the nightstand and pulled his pants on. He was buttoning when he stopped and read the card. It was indeed a congratulations you’re bonded kind of card, but it had a message.

                Something like, don’t get too bonded because she’s probably going to die soon. For your information. What. The. Fuck. Jonghyun looked down at Sayu and she moved, but she was just curling up in her cocoon of blankets. He waited until she was still before he left, grabbing his shirt on the way out. He was pulling the shirt over his head with the card in his mouth when he exited the hallway out into the rest of the house.

                Minho sat on the couch in the living room, starting up a movie, and Onew was making ramen noodles in the open bar kitchen. For a quick find on a house, they picked a good one. Jonghyun turned the corner into the kitchen and marched towards Onew, holding out the card. “Okay jackass, explain why Joon of all people would be sending me this.”

                Onew read the card quickly and grinned, “What are you worried now?” Jonghyun glared at him until he continued, “If it’s Joon he’s probably looking out for Sayu because he owes her something. Did you have fun while we were gone?”

                “Yeah we fucked, so this wouldn’t have anything to do with Jessica claiming to mastermind this whole bonding thing, would it?”

                “I wish Minho was that easy to get into bed.”

                Jonghyun shot back, “It’s easy because it’s not Minho. Answer the question.”

                Onew shrugged and took the noodles off the stove, turning it off and then pouring them into a bowl he had prepared. Minho apparently liked ramen noodles and Onew was more than happy to make them for him whenever he wanted. Anything to jog a memory. He hummed and Jonghyun was turning to leave when he finally said, “I think you should ask your ace reporter if Jessica was one of her contacts.”

                Jonghyun had rounded the corner back into the hall by then and he heard Minho call out some movie title to him, but he flung open their bedroom door and slammed it shut. “Huh Jonghyun I’m sleeping.”

                “No, you’re not, wake the fuck up.” He stepped next to the bed and shoved her shoulder. She was facing him but then clenched her eyes shut and turned away from him, grunting in protest. Fuck this. He stepped on the bed and walked across it and jumped down on the other side. Jonghyun crouched down in front her and was face to face with her. “You have to answer a question or I’m going to move the bed to the roof.” And he could do it, too.