#vivi.fics

Meet Han Jisung!

The local and bright barista who works at a nearby cafe across the main college building.

Coincidentally, long before he started working there, it became a buzz among university students. Ranging from the affordable menu prices to the study and resting spaces. There's also free wifi and a connected restroom!

Question: "Why do you think people go to Sunshine Cafe?"

Student 1: "I remember the student council invited them over for a school event, and they had a kiosk booth. My friends pulled me over, and I was surprised that they had a student discount! Pretty neat. And oh, ever since then, I occasionally visit the cafe during hell week."

Student 2: "Honest to god, I took a nap there once after our thesis defense, and—I swear—woke up and had the best nap in my life."

Student 3: "Not only does the cafe provide affordable menu prices, but the staff is very accommodating and friendly. Definitely love the ambiance!"

Question: "If you could recommend anything, what would it be and why?"

Student 1: "I'm a simple person, I like their hot latte drinks because they come with intricate and beautiful designs!"

Student 2: "They recently put rice bowl meals! Don't knock it if you try it."

Student 3: "Other than my go-to usuals, I do enjoy trying their seasonal drinks! Very on par with the vibes."

Who would've thought, one unexpected night, a student named Y/N stumbled upon the cafe during the most ungodly hours before closing time?

Journal entry #045 I think I'm fucked. No amount of reviewing out of spite in this economy will make my brain cells work again after 18 hours of no sleep. God, I need caffeine. I can't drive. My roommate is asleep. Pray for my survival this week (even if it's only... tuesday).

During the third week of the first semester, third year: sleep deprived, caffeinated, stressed, drained, and exhausted, student Y/N is cursing at the world. College is definitely not a joke. Topped with the constant deadlines, presentations, and preparations for the dreadful thesis, this is only the beginning of hell.

Yet, you digress.

Despite already having your second coffee hours ago before the last class, you still need to cram tonight. Pulling out your phone, the lock screen lit up, 11:55 p.m, it reads. And so, you caved in.

What surprised you most was the cafe with the lights on, the signboard not packed up from outside, blinds not drawn, and only the barista at the counter.

...Huh, strange, you thought. You could've sworn there were two of them inside, not one.

Okay, you can do this. Order one drink and leave, easy-peasy. And maybe if there's still time, why not cook a late dinner—now that is something to look forward to.

Usually, there would be students inside or a few people. Yet, tonight, there was hardly anyone at all. And surely, you expect to even see familiar faces here and there, but no. Only you and the barista.

One thing is for sure, there is no turning back now.

Upon entering Sunshine Cafe, the contrasting cool breeze of the air conditioning, paired with the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee beans, feels refreshingly nostalgic, unlike the scorching heat of the dormitory room.

The one by the counter, a blond guy with an updo ponytail, warmly greets you. "Hello, what can I get for you?"

Ah, you remember Lee Felix from Personal Development class.

"Hi," You were quick to shove your hands inside the hoodie pocket, finding the menu displayed on the counter more interesting. "I'd like an extra-large iced Americano with double shots of espresso, to go, please."

"And oh, would it be alright if I could have a cup holder instead of a paper bag?"

"Yes, no problem." He chuckles lightly, "Would you also like to add anything else?"

You shook your head politely.

He nods, quickly typing the order on the screen tablet. Then, took the cup size and marker swiftly, "Y/N, right? From PerDev?"

Finally, looking back at him for a moment, "Just Y/N."

After ringing up the order and paying, you were fine with standing on the side. However, he insists on letting you sit in one of the chairs for more comfort while waiting. And you were too shy to decline the offer.

Perhaps it's the caffeine withdrawal because the moment you sat on the soft cushion, sleeping was all it took to knock you out. Truly, those all-nighters during the past week had finally caught up to you.

Jisung slightly peeked from under the counter, "...Is she still here?"

"Sungie, she fell asleep," Felix whispers over the counter as he notices your slumped figure. "I'd feel bad to wake her up."

"And you can't keep this up forever," Felix gently reminds him, "I'm a hundred percent sure she remembers you too."

His friend sheepishly smiles once he stands up from his hiding place, sparing a quick glance where you were, then looking back to Felix. "I know..."

"Give me a bit more time, and I promise I won't ask you to cover for me again Lix," Jisung reassures while wiping the last equipment they used for the day. Going over to where he is, leans an arm on his shoulder. "We can close the cafe tonight and let her rest."

"Besides, we have leftovers, school work, and we can sleep in the resting area. And, Minho hyung won't be back until Saturday."

"I can handle it from here," Felix nods as he stores the beverage in the refrigerator and returns quickly. "You can wait for me by the resting area."

"Thanks bro," Jisung dries his hands on a spare towel and pats his friend's back, reassuringly. "I'll go heat up our food and set up the laptops."

Felix gives him a salute and laughs wholeheartedly, "Love you bro."

Jisung swiftly turns and returns the gesture, grinning, "Love you too bro."

...A FEW HOURS LATER...

Shit.

The strain on your neck made you stir from your sleep, and a low groan can be heard. Your face slightly twitches before your vision grew clearer. The area is dim, but with low lights on the ceiling, the blanket hovering on your back and shoulders was enough to bring the right amount of warmth, ...but why on earth does the room smell divine-

You blinked.

"Good morning~" A familiar voice greets you, a figure sitting across the other side of the table. A freshly brewed cup of hot coffee and a plate of cheesecake.

"...I must be dreaming." The growing headache and strained, stiff neck aren't helping one bit. The words coming out of the stranger sounded fuzzy to you, and so, you dozed off again. "I'll have a rain check for the morning job today, Ryu."

Jisung blinked.

"Lix—"

"—Already texting Ryujin, she'll flame you though."

"I'd rather not get lectured in the early hours, Lix." Jisung pleads as he maneuvers swiftly away from your sleeping figure, with the plate of cheesecake and cup of coffee. Returning to where Felix is, sipping on his coffee by the counter. "Just informed her that her friend is safe and sound, and we can offer lunch for compensation too."

"And if she comes here with Yuna, all on you, bro."

He shivers at the thought, shaking his head. "We can open late today, until we sort this out."

Felix can only pat his back with reassurance while drinking his cup of coffee. "Yup, I don't see why not." Then he sets the coffee down by the coaster, "I'd happily help out before lunch, but I do have morning classes today with my partner."

"If they're also going here with you later, please tell them I'll give their lecture notes later!" Jisung bids farewell to his friend's laughter echoing in the cafe before he leaves.

He then walks to the door, wiping the signboard and writes:

'We'll be open after lunch!'

He also made a quick announcement on their social media page regarding today's scheduled opening hours.

Jisung stops, closing his eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath. Luckily, he does not have any classes today. Although he cannot guarantee what hour you'll wake up to, a part of him has a tiny ball of hope that in a few hours, you will.

Yet, he can only prepare himself for what to say.

Before immersing himself further in his thoughts, a sound reeled him back to reality. His head immediately whips to the source, you. You're snoring.

Funnily enough, this isn't your first time in the cafe. Jisung remembers you. Although he isn't always on the registry, he recognizes you more than once. He recalls seeing you with your friends sometimes, in the cafe or hanging around on campus. It's even rarer to find you here by yourself.

And last night was no different. He had to convince Felix, even if they were both busy cleaning.

His reason? Well...

Another couple of hours passed, and the growing stiff neck stirred you awake. Gradually, your visions grew clear, and a yawn left your lips. Feeling the dreariness of sleep still in your body and staying in place for a little while longer—wait a minute.

...You were still at the cafe—

You blinked once more.

Oh my god—

YOU WERE STILL AT THE CAFE—

Quickly sitting upright, the soft blanket softly fell over your shoulders. You were still in the same spot since last night.

The sun is already up in the sky, though the sunlight feels warm, but the curtains help maintain the coolness of the air conditioner inside. Ambient music playing through the speakers, the familiar scent of fresh coffee beans and baked pastries, and quiet chatter.

"Good morning," Jisung is the one who greeted you warmly with a dashing, bright smile.

"yOU."

"Yes, it's me. The one and only—"

"No, I meant, it's you." Although your tone does not sound accusatory, it's more on the familiarity side of things. Trying your absolute best to fish around the jumbled memories where you had seen him before. Then, finally, snapping your fingers as you looked back at him again. "You're the cute guy in my journal."

Were you the one who drew the small doodles on the cups? Was the question you had in mind, yet your words betray you.

And though Jisung looks a little confused and surprised, he still manages a shy smile to alleviate the awkwardness and the growing heat around his cheeks. "Uh...—"

There was a pause.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to sound like a horrible human being—"

"It's alright, and no, you are not a horrible human being." He flashes you a reassuring smile. "Oh, and here's your coffee from last night and takeaway rice meals too. Don't worry about paying for the food, it's on the house."

Your stomach grumbles at the mention of food. "Thank you,"

"You're welcome." His eyes twinkled when he smiled.

Both gasps and fits of giggles can be heard nearby. Then muffled whispers. It came from Felix and his partner, who cupped his mouth while they witnessed the whole interaction.

Before Jisung could even try to say anything else, you were quick to cut him off. "I—uh—late for class, I'm waaaayyyyy too sleep deprived as hell for this shit first thing in the morning."

"—Actually, it's 3 in the afternoon." Yuna's voice can be heard from the door as she looks up from her phone.

S h i t.

Journal entry #048 P.S. I hate myself. P.S.S. I need to go back there and apologize, and... should I bake some cookies???

Journal entry #052 Mission failed. Reason: I can't face him without feeling absolutely guilty of what I blurted out that day. P.S. I should bake the cookie batter I made before we run out of space in the refrigerator...

Journal entry #080 ...I did it! And he invited my friends and me over for a gig night this Friday. Felix says he's well-versed with an acoustic guitar. I'm excited to hear him play in a few days! Ryujin and Yuna couldn't stop teasing me on the way to our dorm... w h y???????

Journal entry #081

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Journal entry #143

“The universe suuuuccccckkkkksssss.” Your body softly lands on the blanket, gaze shifting to the starlit sky. Pointing to one of the twinkling stars, “And we’re just… tiny, specks of dust in their eyes.”

A laugh escapes from you. Not a teasing one, or a mischievous one either. The kind of laugh where it just feels like it, a sound you let out for the noisy yet silent world.

Seungmin hums, leaning a bit. “Are you talking about the stars?” Absentmindedly hands you a small bowl of cereal with chopped fruits and places a bottle of water next to you. “Theoretically speaking, we are extremely tiny in the perspective of space.”

“—And we’re stupid too.”

“Uhuh, how so?”

With a huff, you managed to snatch a slice of pizza from him. Took a bite, hummed at the savory taste, then gave it back to him. And in those few seconds of savored victory, he did not complain.

“We make stupid decisions over things. What’s worse, it’s either good or bad, you know? Does that make any sense—whatever—anyways,” Shaking your head as you continued to release the heavy load off of your shoulders for months since your last meeting. “It only makes me wonder why I am still here, I’ve done so many stupid shit—like how I chose a cheap drink over a couple of chocolate bars and noodles to cope.”

Of course, Seungmin had to keep the bottle away from you. For which you are grateful, he’s looking out for you without lecturing you (for now).

“Guess all of us have stupid—idiotic moments in our lives,” He responds casually, popping a sliced orange. Slightly grimaced at the sour taste before the sweetness takes over. “It’s inevitable that when we experience it in some way, no matter what it may be.”

Looking back at Seungmin, he grew fond of the night sky too.

His quiet demeanor, paired with the occasional humming of a song he’s currently into, makes everything feel a little less quiet. No longer hearing the screams inside of your mind, nor the past haunting you.

“…Then, how come the universe doesn’t always treat us fairly?” Now you’re the one who questioned him, and the way your tone fell into a whisper. “Like how I never got a happy ending, fairytales cease to exist, to satisfy our imagination, so… what’s the point?”

“It’s even hard to be genuinely happy in this world because it always seems to toss a coin whenever you’re happy without pretending to be, and then—boom!—gone, disappeared.” He watches silently as you flail your hands, doing gestures. And how your expressions, as micro as they can be, change between words. “I can never seem to understand how people can act… happy, even if they’re genuinely not. I always wonder what it takes for the universe to treat us fairly without taking something or someone away in our lives?”

He looks down, noticing how you weren’t in your initial spot anymore. Your head is now resting on his lap, arms crossed, still venting out the thoughts and frustrations. Not towards him, but to the world.

Perhaps such a gesture is out of habit, like how you always did when the two of you were kids.

A soft chuckle is heard, coming from him. Shaking his head, he discreetly adjusts his position on the blanket where both of you feel more comfortable. “The universe does suck.”

Now I know it’s me who’s missing out Just trust me, you’ll be fine

“That’s all you have to say?”

“I’m not finished,”

“Oh, okay—sorry.” And you meant it.

“Just a disclaimer, I’m no love expert or anything.” He reminds you with a knowing look, “But one thing is for sure, those assholes don’t deserve someone like you. They’re well aware of how they treated you, which is why they’re not worth the tears.”

“So, my final verdict: I can happily accompany you for kicking their asses any time, any day, call me.” And he was smiling at you, head tilting down.

For the first time in a long while, you couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly. “Didn’t we do that last time?”

“Hey,” He chuckles, reaches out to ruffle your hair, which makes you smile at the gesture. “I wouldn’t take credit for your antics—”

“You mean, our antics, Kim Seungmin?” Now you’re teasing him, and he knows it.

“Yes, L/N Y/N, our antics.”

Then it suddenly hit you, sitting upright, immediately placing both hands on his shoulders. And proceeded to shake him (uncontrollably), “YOU NEVER TOLD ME WHAT I DID LAST TIME—”

He stops you mid-way, shrugs a little. “I’ll leave it in your own imagination~”

You are not falling for one of his tricks again, nope. “So I DID do something so stupid with zero brain cells, therefore I was a lost cause?”

Seungmin took a sip of water, giving you a shrug again. “Beats me, really.”

“kIm SeuNgMin—!”

“Trust me, I’m saving you the embarrassment of not telling.”

You huffed in annoyance, brows furrowed, arms crossed. “It’s not fair!”

He revels in the teasing, there’s no going back now. “In my defense, you told me to shush about it—”

“I couldn’t even remember what I ate last week, and you’re just telling me this?”

A small droplet trickled down on your cheek, followed by another and another. Barely a second had passed, and the once lively town became a silent, desolate place. Not a single soul but yourself is left.

Truthfully, you weren’t fond of torrential rain, especially at night. Perhaps such memories are meant to be buried after all. Not to dwell any further, or your focus might turn elsewhere.

With every step you took on the gravel road, distorted ripples painted the uneven ground. Accompanied by the flickering lamp posts that created a murky glow beyond the misty fog, which began to envelop the town. It now resembles a haunted painting hung in an abandoned house.

However, it is anything but pleasant.

Dirt and mud continue to linger regardless, mixed into the foul stench of those in power. And in the midst of it all, the world had gone mad, corrupted even. Those who knew and spoke of the truth were silenced. Such is that of the abused, and with the absence of remorse for those who question the crown.

Yet, even those who were inherently blessed by divine power, could their hearts be untainted by corruption?

Thunder lowly rumbles against the dark masses of clouds, covering the luminescent moon. A strong gush of cold air passes by, nearly uncovering the wool hood over your head. Gaze shifting from the sky to the incoming sounds of galloping hooves, click-clacking against the gravel.

“Oi!” A shrill voice interrupted, rushed, and was in a panic as the coachman tightly pulled the reins close to his chest. “Out of the way!”

The horse cried loudly, stomping its feet to an abrupt halt. Shaking its man as it let out another cry when its eyes fell on yours. And with a heavy heave, it seemed anything but restless and tense from the downpour.

Poor thing, you thought.

“—Have you gone mad?!” The man spat curses while gesturing wildly and glaring down at you, threatening with a clenched fist. “Standing there so idly and not a care in the world, my carriage could’ve been ruined because of you!”

Despite harboring intense emotions of burning hatred towards people like him, you chose the latter.

“Oi, I’m talking to you—?!” Before the man could take a step, he froze.

Unexpectedly, a flash of lightning came from the darkened sky. Another series of thunder roared through the silent night, and big droplets splattered harshly on the ground.

The man shivered when he met your piercing gaze.

It was here that the coachman saw a young lady in red, much like in the legends. Some revered her as a harbinger of chaos, yet others believed otherwise. Made as a tale for misbehaving children… right?

The sounds of a galloping horse were heard moments later, and the obscuring figure of the once coachman was fleeing frantically from the scene.

How unusual, you thought. He’s heading north where the royal castle is.

Eventually, the downpour became a gentle drizzle upon your arrival at the doorstep.

A heavy sigh left your lips as the crimson hood fell on your shoulders. Lifting your gaze to the worn signboard of the pub: Smelting Dragon.

Pushing the wooden door, the warm glow is a huge contrast to the cold night. Sounds of laughter and chatter, clinking of glasses and mugs of ale, feet thumping and jumping against wooden floorboards, music played by a band of bards, and loud cheers and roars from the common folk. The lively energy bounced from their souls, where they can be free and away from worries.

Many glanced in your direction, the newcomer. Some old folks recognized you by a nod of acknowledgement as you passed by. While the rest couldn’t help but admire the young maiden in a crimson cloak.

“Red,” a name the folks refer to you by, or more often, are addressed as “Red Riding Hood.” Their reasoning is quite simple: you remind them of the old tales of a heroic figure for the common folk.

In this world, anything can cause a life. It always leads to the same outcome, in death. Thus, it is important to cling to the sacred teachings wherein your name is sacred, which is why it must be protected at all costs.

…So long as it protects your real identity.

Jisung, a childhood friend, knew your real name. He’s the reason for your visit today to the pub.

Pushing a couple of silver pennies on the polished wooden table, before sitting on the high stool. Your gaze softened, and your arms rested on the counter.

“What can I get for ‘ya, Red?” Jisung gleefully chuckles as he casually wipes the empty glasses. “The usual?”

“The usual, but make the ale a bit stronger.”

“Aye, this won’t take long.”

A second later, he disappeared to the opposite side of the bar and returned to place the bowl of freshly cooked porridge and bread from the hearth. “On the house.”

Before you could say anything else, he slides a mug of ale with a toothy grin. The usual sweet scent was quickly replaced with a slight bitter taste, much to your preference for this night.

The porridge is simple but hearty. Warm and comforting. A long sigh escaped, humming softly in delight after the first bite. It is exactly like the recipe his mother used to make for them when they were young.

“It has been a while,” He says after chopping the vegetables. “How is everyone back home?”

Though the spoon looked more inviting, you responded. “There was an ambush a few days ago, and we had to relocate.”

He deserves to know.

Jisung stopped for a moment. He almost dropped a bowl before reeling himself back, blinking in surprise. His heart gradually pounded against his chest as if the ringing in his ears helped. And in an attempt, he tightly held onto the counter to compose himself. “W-Why… Why was there an ambush? Is everyone safe, and the animals? Did anyone get hurt? Were you hurt, Red? Tell me…”

Your gaze fell on the hearth nearby. The sounds of fire crackling, screams, and wails of the people desperately trying to find any survivors. Click-clang. Soldiers of the bastion threatening the unarmed with their weapons, such as holding the life of another. It only fueled the burning fury buried deep within your soul, the strong desire to rid the nobles and the rich.

“…We were threatened to leave before dawn or face the wrath of the crown. Instead of fearing for our lives, we fought back. Only the fools cower and flee, rather than choosing to defend what is rightfully ours.”

Staring intensely at the dancing flame of the candle, it reminded you of the single flicker of the flame. It almost cost your own life. “Even when our people begged for mercy, there was none.”

His eyes widened, “—My ma, is she safe?”

“Yes,” You confirmed. “She is still healing from her injuries.”

Jisung felt silent.

Countless thoughts are running through his mind. His mother and their people are recovering from the aftermath of such… cruelty. He couldn’t fathom the mere idea of how a human being could do more harm than none. The worry plastered on his face, the distraught, and the shock of the news.

Then, doubts and regrets began to plague his mind once more.

Ever since he took a job in the town, he hasn’t been home for a long time. He had his reasons back then, a chance at life and to earn enough. Perhaps his dream of traveling across places he had longed for would help him fulfill the desire to figure himself out.

Such is an… idealistic dream. Reality isn’t like it at all.

The sudden tight grip of his tie made him snap out of it. If it weren’t for your resolve, Jisung would’ve left everything behind and made a run for it. Something… he could’ve done.

…Is it the right time?

“Tap once if you can hear me.”

He did.

“Tap twice if you are ready to listen.”

…

Slowly, you heard two taps.

You carefully loosened the grip of his tie and softened your gaze once more. Searching through his worried expression for any signs of discomfort. Jisung took a shaky deep breath, then let go. He followed your silent instruction to calm himself down.

He tapped twice after a couple of moments.

“Her condition isn’t fatal, and she will recover after three weeks.” You reassured.

Jisung could only nod, processing it in his mind. “I trust our healers…”

Gently pushing the bowl aside, you rest your hand on top of his. “We can visit her if you wish, she has been waiting for your return.”

“Red, I…” He paused for a moment, lowering his gaze in shame. “You know I can’t—”

“If you’re worried about that old prick, I can take him down myself.”

The blunt remark, paired with your unfazed nature, left Jisung completely mortified.

Ears perked up in high alert, a frantic gaze averted from yours as he surveyed the area around them. Though the Smelting Dragon is known for its lively atmosphere at night, the folk are a mix of different agendas. Sometimes, they come and go, much like the regulars do, and leave a generous tip behind. However, those who pledge their unwavering loyalty to the man who owns the place stick around and ensure his name is not thrown in the mud so casually.

Nights vary from time to time. One would be lucky if the man himself isn’t here to bark around orders and indulge in the revelries the pub has to offer. Yet, fear has always lingered between closed doors.

“sssHshshSshShsHShHHH!!” Jisung quickly placed a hand close to your lips, pleading silently. “tHEY MigHT HeaR YoU—”

“…I can’t just lose my job because my good friend beat the shit out of sire—”

Holding his wrist to push it away, you took a deep breath. Momentarily closing your eyes before ever so slowly, tilting your head to the side. A couple of stray strands of hair fell past your shoulders as your gaze narrowed with a small group of wary drunks.

Without breaking eye contact, let your thumb touch your neck as you menacingly make a gesture.

They froze in place and quickly diverted their attention instead.

“Oi, servant boy!” One of them yelled from the table, slamming down the mug. “Where’s our ale?!”

A tall figure was talking to a fellow patron just a few tables away, and gave a smile before tending to their table. He then left without much of a commotion, and perhaps a petrified group of drunks leaving the pub as he did.

Jisung finally heaves out a tired sigh, feeling the tightness in his chest and a cold shiver on his spine. Such is the heavy burden weighing him down. He knew the people around him were worried over his well-being, but a part of him knew he couldn’t—just leave.

“Aye, I know what you’re going to say.”

“My wages could barely afford two weeks of food, but I still keep a roof over my head. Even if I’ll end up with leftovers, stale bread, or maybe some ale for good measure.” He lowered his gaze, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his worn pants. “…I’m no longer the same person, I… can’t fully explain it, but please… believe in me.”

You couldn’t help but feel… upset that such mistreatment from a horrible system made your friend think that it should be the norm. In which world can this be brought to light, where the common folk can finally have a better system?

“Give me more time, please, Red?” Jisung offers a hand, though there were healing burns, marks, and callouses, it was still warm when you took it.

Though your face remains the same, it was the way your eyes glinted underneath the warm glow. Like a flicker of a flame, daring to reach further to the sky. He flinched slightly at a distant memory, one even he can’t let go of.

Perhaps vengeance can be quite tempting, intoxicating if such reckless indulgence can lure anyone, even you, into its own trap.

“I do believe you.” You finally broke the ice, meeting his concerned gaze as if he were searching for something. “But I can’t let you suffer on your own.”

He couldn’t help but return a solemn smile. “I know…”

Nodding as you silently hummed when you happened to glance between the neatly polished knife from the cooking area and at him. “As you wish,” A small huff was heard after wiping your mouth, “I won’t slash his head off and feed it to—…I respect your wishes.”

“Red, we’ve talked about interrogating people.”

“Oi, last time was different.” You pointed out. “I only asked a question, and that blockhead confessed to the crimes. Isn’t it easier said than done?”

“That, and not plotting against sire.” He playfully pointed a warning with a quirked brow. “There are other ways—a n y t h i n g but interrogation.”

“If the prick ever mistreats you again—” You were about to continue until he was quick enough to interrupt.

“Red, please spare the details,” He chuckles while shaking his head. “There are ears everywhere.”

“Do I look like I care? May the gods strike me if I am wrong.”

“Red.”

“Fiiiiinnnnnneeeee.”

“Now, that wasn’t hard, was it?”

Jisung was grinning from ear to ear, and his eyes sparkled in the midst of the not-so-quiet atmosphere.

A small scoff left your lips, but you playfully rolled your eyes at his teasing banter.

Time seems to have passed by as if you two were back home, in the old house. Without a care in the world, as long as your bond never severs. Sounds of laughter, shared smiles, and memorable moments when life was simple, when the world was anything beyond the forest, where nature used to sing and thrive beautifully.

Yet, all memories always seem to have an end. Right?

A whiff of… charcoal came into your senses. For a moment, you were deep in thought, then snapped into reality once more. You were still sitting on the stool, and Jisung was doing his usual business.

“Oi…”

He perked his head in your direction, “Hmm?”

“…The food—”

“oHSHIT—!” The now flustered young man quickly tried to save the food from being burnt to a crisp. “Oh dear gods, I am so sorry—”

When he lifted the lid, faint white smoke billowed, and a strong, scent of a savory, delicious aroma filled your senses. From where you sat, it looked like the food was still edible and surprisingly well-cooked. It made your stomach grumble from hunger.

Jisung lets out a sigh of relief, wiping down the beaded sweat forming on his forehead as he sheepishly smiles at you. “I owed ‘ya, Red.”

You waved your hand, a polite gesture to decline. “There’s no need for that.”

“I insist,” He refilled the mug of ale, flashing his signature smile. “On the house.”

Now you’re the one who slides the pennies toward him. “I still have a couple of pennies left, if that old… man found out you gave me a free ale—”

He shakes his head, no.

“Keep it, I really do owe you for saving your food.” He says sincerely while washing the bowl in the sink. “And for a lot of things, really.”

Your eyes narrowed for a moment, as if he knew something… secrets you hadn’t told him, yet.

Before you were able to respond to what he had said, silence enveloped the Smelting Dragon.

The door opened, greeting a chilling wind, the faint drizzle of rain, and silent beating hearts. The air grew drastically icy and thick, almost impossible to breathe. Yet, thin enough to be suffocating from the emerging tension between the patrons and the group of soldiers by the doorway.

There’s a saying, be not a fool than the King’s Dogs.

Aside from their noble status, they were given a place in society. Being part of the military is closest to the crown, aside from the church and its divine being, the nobility, and those of royal blood. More often than not, they take advantage of their power and authority over the common folk.

The constant mistreatment is clearly an understatement.

In their eyes, the soldiers are solely loyal to the king and the crown. Coining the term, the King’s Dogs. Simply due to “obeying” orders by the king while handling the rest of what they deemed filth. Only he, the king, is the highest being of all in the land. The “chosen one” by a primordial being whom they refer to as their god.

The man is but a cowardly tyrant who kept feeding his greed from the spoils of labour, a never-ending thirst for conquest where many had fallen, not just the enemies beneath his feet, but even the lands across the horizon.

“Ugh.” A groan left your lips, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You draw back your tongue while grabbing the fork and knife to cut the food on the plate. “Of course, these scoundrels would be here.”

“Shh.” Jisung quietly warned with a look that there was no time to act like this now. “They can hear you—”

“So what if they do?”

“Red, it is not our business to mind them.”

You huff in annoyance from your seat, and Jisung could only sigh. He does not want to steer attention, let alone if they did overhear your words. Yet, knowing his childhood best friend, you could hardly care about such trivial matters. He understood your seething abhorrence toward people like them.

“Don’t start any trouble,” He begged once more, trying to convince you not to make any irrational decisions. “Or else our necks will be the last thing their blades touch.”

“They should know better than to mistreat people like us.” You began.

“They don’t give a fuck about the common folk, as it does not benefit them. Their only priority is the crown, not the folk.” Your tone remained calm, however, the seething hatred spilled through your words similarly to venom. Bitter.

Eventually, the soldiers were quick to reassure the Smelting Dragon that they only came here to have a good time. Though they were still met with defiant silence, the bards were later ordered to resume playing, folk reluctantly chattered away, and the thin ice barely disappeared.

In your line of sight, you caught a glimpse of a regular named Scarlet. She held your gaze before sharing the same devilish glint and raised the Queen of Hearts. Then puts it down on the table, winning the game. A subtle signal.

Patience is a virtue.

Many of the folk, like the women, all share the same fire within them. Yet, it only takes a ripple in a calm flowing river to set it all ablaze. By then, the folk can only hope for a good change.

“…To think, their loyalty is only par with the king.” His body betrayed him when those words left his bitter tongue, goosebumps rising on his skin. “…Heartless bastards.”

You took the ale from his grasp, gulping it down immediately. Remnants of the sweet, sugary drink slipped down the counter. “We are commoners. To the rich, we are powerless.”

“Believing they own all the powers in the world. So, they look down upon us like ants. As if we won’t fight back. Because of our status in this fucked up society, we are anything but easy disposal.”

Jisung silently poured ale into your empty mug once more, allowing you to release your pent-up thoughts. Hidden away from the depths of your soul. Something as rare as a moment like this sparked something within him. A once burned-out flame, slowly, flickering by your words.

“We did not choose this life. But the moment we are born, we are expected to be.” Stray strands of hair fell, shielding your burning gaze. “We either survive or die.”

Listen, you agreed to it because the apartment has a lot of benefits for you.

One, it's close to the university. You don't need to ride the bus or the sub. It's only a 15-20 minutes walking distance depending on what time you're going there.

Two, the lease was pretty cheap. Cheaper than the others you went without a roommate to share it with. Both of you can split the bills.

Three, everything is furnished. From the small living room area, the kitchen, the bathroom, the two bedrooms, and a small laundry area. Plus, the apartment is on the 6th floor with a balcony!

Four, the landowner allows pets inside. They didn't really mind, and even had their own little assistant with them.

Lastly, the convenience of an elevator. There wouldn't be much of a struggle to get the 6th floor now that you're living with a roommate.

It's all a good deal for you.

And even your new roommate had his own secrets.

"Can I have a taste?" Your question nearly made Chan choke out of his…special drink as he calls it.

He quickly covers his mouth and coughs on his sleeve.

This isn't the first time you have asked him that question. But it always gets him surprised to comprehend it whenever you'd ask. Easily catching him off guard.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" You quickly apologized, walked over to him and handed your handkerchief. "I've been curious…since you always stock it a lot."

"It's alright, Y/N." He flashes you a reassuring smile, the little canines are visible which you find cute. "It's only a mixture of—prune and beetroot—doctor's orders, you know?"

"Actually—" Chan goes to open the refrigerator and shows you a cooled container with the blended fruits. "You can try them, but what do you prefer for a sweetener?"

Upon offering you the drink—he had prepared beforehand—the smile on your face grew. Telling him your preferred sweetener for the drink.

Chan always notices how you're naturally curious. It's only natural for you to be curious about what he usually drinks in a day. Though, you had expressed your concern how he should also consider water every now and then.

His body doesn't mind water, but it mostly prefers…or needs blood. From the blood donors he receives every month.

Happily letting out a hum after taking a sip as your eyes lit up. "This is so delicious!"

Chan chuckles lightly and nods, relieved that he was able to dodge a possible assumption. "I'm glad you think so."

He's not ready to confess the truth yet.

"Chan, are you going to cram tonight?"

"Oh, about that—"

A sigh left your lips, "Luckyyyyy."

Chan goes to quickly dispose of the used bag before you could notice, "My night class today got canceled," He reasoned, going to the sink to wash his hand and grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste. "Since I'm free for tonight, we could hang out. What do you want for dinner?"

Your ears perked, peering from the kitchen island. "Hmmm," Stretching your arms to relieve the tense muscles, heaving a satisfied sigh after. "Can we eat outside, please?"

Chan spitted out the residue of the mouthwash and wiped his mouth. "Sounds good, how about around…7?"

"I should start getting ready then!" You declared.

"Take the time you need, I'll wait for you." Chan reassures.

While you called dibs on the bathroom, Chan stayed at the balcony when he was sure it's safe to be outside.

The skies have gotten darker, the cold breeze passes by yet he's unbothered by it. 

He usually contemplates his thoughts on sleepless nights. Chan can still sleep, but even pulling an all-nighter hardly has any effect. Perhaps, the remnants of tiredness are still there.

How long can he keep up this act?

One day, you'll eventually learn of his identity. But then what? Will you accept or reject it?

Even so, he had already prepared himself once that day came around. Maybe it will hurt a little less, or it's another lie.

"I always wonder what you're thinking about whenever you're here." The sound of your voice didn't startle him.

"Wondering what I should order." He responds shyly.

"Let me guess," Placing a finger on your chin, thinking. "Ah! I know, a medium rare steak?"

"Good guess," He nods in contempt. "But, I wouldn't mind trying another dish."

This made your eyes lit up again, smiling excitedly for him. "Since we're all dressed, we shall be heading to the new restaurant in town. I heard their dishes are…"

Chan finds himself fondly gazing on you and a subtle smile on his lips where his dimple peeks. Listening to you, talking about the new restaurant and the dishes that got you excited.

Though it has been a long time since he realized, perhaps living in this century isn't too bad after all. If he gets to be in your company through it.

Truthfully, he had grown comfortable around you over time. However, he is more mindful of his habits—

"Channie, did you get bitten by a mosquito?" The sudden question made him confused as you were looking at him, no—looking at his exposed neck.

There were two marks between the junction of his neck and collarbone. Though the wounds had healed over time, and had scarred—it still appeared red.

"Uh—" A visible sweat trickled down.

Chan wants to explain or tries to come up with an excuse until you beat him to it.

And your response left him bewildered.

"I should've brought the new white vinegar bottle with the aluminum foil here!" Sighing exasperatedly, clearly a little upset on your part. "You know what, I have extra mosquito patches on my bag. Wait here."

vampire!chan not only consumes blood bags from his donors, he also indulges in foods high in iron, minerals, and energy + he can drink water but not all of the time

vampire!chan does have crimson colored eyes, but it only shows when deprived of hunger—starvation and when he hasn't fully rested within a week

he has a better self-control from the urges and mostly copes it with sleeping

vampire!chan isn't picky, but please don't feed him fresh garlic—cooked is fine

vampire!chan doesn't hate the sun, he wears sunblock with high spf + covers his body as much as possible when he needs to be outside during the day + tinted sunglasses since he has sensitive sight (switches it to prescribed glasses indoors)

vampire!chan can turn into a bat but it's larger than normal bats, whenever he does—he has new pairs of clothes on his bedside table once he comes back to transform

after finding out his real identity as a vampire, it will take some time for him to feel comfortable again

he still continues to make the mixed prune + beetroot juice for you with preferred sweets if you want it a little sweeter (sugar or honey)

at this point, he will answer every question you have and have been wanting to ask since the start

"If I do get exposed in sunlight, it will feel like an ant bite. Yes, I use a high spf sunscreen every day. Even indoors."

"...Other than mosquito bites, you also thought my marks were—y/N! Nonono, I don't have a significant other—have I ever had one...? Hmm...maybe I can tell you some other time, yeah? Alright~"

"I have friends who are like me too—oh, you actually share a night class with one of them—who? It's Lee Felix."

"I actually see my reflection, the mirror we have here doesn't have any silver. A good of friend commissioned it."

"A coffin? I never slept in one—the beds we have nowadays are much comfier than the ones centuries ago."

"Other than my friends, few people figured out my existence. The landowner is one of them—they're not a vampire, Y/N—"

"How did I became one? Interesting question...I vaguely remembered I was sick, and woke up the next day in an infirmary. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember who saved me...huh, how did I realized that I was a vampire? I stayed a little too long out in the sun and well, I got burns."

the whole time, both of you spend talking about each other and listening to each of your stories.

vampire!chan can hear inner thoughts but chose not to out of respect. though, he could instead rely on body language.

vampire!chan at first, was a bit hesitant on making any physical contact with you—he doesn't have any body heat—but after getting comfortable on holding your hands and embracing you, constantly reassuring him that you enjoy holding hands and hugging him, it didn't really bother you

give him time, he usually lets you initiate things like this but once he starts doing it on his own, he would always had an arm around you or hold your hand

he had expressed how he wanted to live normally. moving out from the previous place he had stayed for a long time. hence, applying for university, living in a shared apartment, and eventually start looking for a part-time job in the meantime

he doesn't mind your company, always finding solace with your warmth

perhaps, meeting you again after what felt like a millennia—is unexpected

“Thank you for tonight,” Meeting his gaze, causing warmth rushing to your cheeks and a grateful smile curling up to the corners of your lips. “Please be careful on your way back, Changbin.”

It’s past 9 in the evening, you knew well he can handle himself. But the worry filling through your gaze was enough for him to notice.

“No problem, you also have my thanks.” Changbin returns the favor, flashing a matching smile. “I still couldn’t believe you accepted..”

Walking closer to where he stood, tip-toeing to reach his height before pressing your lips on his cheek. The sudden flush of warmth on the area made you giggle softly. “I don’t have any reasons to decline.”

The response you gave made him tilt his neck to face you again. Truthfully, he’s surprised. Not expecting it all. In fact, he was mustering his courage to ask you and prepared himself beforehand in case it’s another rejection. However, the tables had turned.

You accepted the date and had a blast. Enjoying his company and wanting to do it all over again sometime.

“I don’t care what others might say about you, about us.” Holding his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “I accepted it because I wish to know you better, Binnie.”

“Y/N, it’s still up to you.” Changbin tells you, “I have no control over them, I have no absolute control over you.”

In ways where it seems he’s unintentionally pushing you away or foretelling the possible events that may occur in the future. Where the rumor mill will never tire itself to simply fetch a god awful story to ruin him. But you were not one to believe such things right away, you’d best to ignore them.

Because he’s nothing like what those baseless rumors had told everyone about him.

“I know…” Staring down to him caressing your hands with his thumbs, a sigh escapes. Lifting up to meet his concerned gaze again. “We still have a long way of knowing each other completely. Let me know who you are Changbin. No lies. No excuses. Just… you.”

Changbin felt speechless for a moment.

Uncertain what to reply next or how to respond back without hurting your feelings. He knew well, he couldn’t. For you to step a little closer to his world, something he’s unsure of. It’s completely different from what you’re used to, and he’s genuinely afraid on what you’ll find that could potentially harm… this growing relationship.

…Is it?

Or is he simply… afraid to let anyone else inside his heart?

There’s so much more than above the surface. What lies underneath, however… are things that are unspoken of. Ones he’d rather not let anyone to take a peek nor a glance.

Will you still see him the same way?

“Y/N,” Changbin broke the silence, letting go of your warmth. “It takes a bullet to know me better.”