#yeosang request

It was dark out, the sky moonless and seemingly void of stars, thick clouds shielding the earth from their flickering beauty.

As a kid, you had disliked nights like these, your preference for the light clear as day. You had never much flourished in the dark, always at your best whenever some light was present.

Funny how some things could change so drastically in such a short amount of time.

You hadn’t known Yeosang that long, but long enough that his love for the darkness had rubbed off on you. Because unlike you, he lived for nights like these, when the world was nothing but coated in the darkest of inks, shadows bleeding into one another until they were indistinguishable. 

“What are you thinking about?” came the soft voice of your boyfriend. He had always been soft-spoken, as far as you were aware. Not that he needed to raise his voice, especially not when the world around you lay silent and vast asleep.

“You,” you answered, looking over your shoulder to send a smile his way. He was closer than you had anticipated, his slim yet sturdy firm almost pressed against your back, some ignorable inches the only thing keeping the two of you apart. You could feel it now, now that you were aware of it: that typical cold breeze that always radiated from his body. 

His hands were steady as he placed them on your hips, locking you in, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your head. 

“I’m hardly interesting enough to think about,” he muttered against your hair, the sound a little muffled.

“On the contrary,” you countered, turning around in his grip with practiced ease. The sight in front of you never left you anything short of breathless, Yeosang’s beauty nothing but ethereal and out of this world. 

His hair, as black as the darkest inks, was pushed away from his forehead, giving free range to his delicate features, and exposing the slight birthmark underneath his eye that almost, but not entirely, blended into his pale skin. Tonight, his eyes were a light blue, captivating you even though you knew them to be contacts. It was such a stark contrast, but beautiful nonetheless. 

“Hey,” you breathed, unable to keep a smile from forming.

“Hey,” Yeosang echoed, mirroring your smile, before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you look like this?” he asked, making your smile widen.

You nodded. “You have, every single time we stand in front of this particular window.”

“Doesn’t make the words any less true,” he hummed, placing delicate kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nuzzling right below your ear. He breathed in, letting out a low and barely-there sound.

“Sangie?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“When was the last time you fed?”

A beat of silence, and then, in the softest of whispers, “Three weeks ago.”

You gasped, leaning back a little so you could look your boyfriend in the eye. “Three weeks?”

Yeosang smiled weakly, guilt edged in his too-fair features. “Give or take.”

Three weeks was long, too long, and the both of you knew that. 

You sighed, caressing Yeosang’s cheek. It was cold beneath your fingertips. “Why didn’t you ask?”

“I can’t keep asking you, dear.”

“I distinctively recall me saying that I offered it. You don’t have to ask for it.”

“But--” 

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head. With a sigh, more out of a strange sense of endearment than annoyance, you bared your neck, giving Yeosang unlimited access to the spot he had been nuzzling before. “Feed, Sangie.”

There was a moment of silence, where the suspense was thick and heavy in the air, before Yeosang’s composure broke, and he lunged forward, his lips latching onto your skin and his teeth, his fangs, piercing through.

And as your eyes latched upon the dark night still visible through the window, your mind hazy with the pleasure that always accompanied the feeding experience, you couldn’t help but think of how perfect Yeosang was for this, how well he fitted into this life that was no longer entirely humane.

Yeosang - 61: “Why are you smiling?” - 62: “It’s because I love you.”

You and Yeosang were together for quite a while by now. But no one of you said the L word to the other so far, because either you were to shy, or the timing wasn’t right.

The two of you were on a study date, sitting in the backyard of Yeosangs home so you could enjoy the sun while it was out too. Yeosang knew you loved the sun and he thought you were so pretty when the sunshine was shining at you and light up your features.

Yeosang - 61: “Why are you smiling?” - 72: “Then kiss me”

It was 11:26pm when Yeosang texted you to look out the window. There he stood, leaning on his bicycle motioning for you to come down. And as smitten as you were you did exactly that.

You two drove to a hill you only knew too well. You both went here every now and then when you needed time to think or just a calm place. So far you never saw anyone else up here. Since it was in the middle of the night and warm you two just laid down in the grass and watching the stars.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”, it was the first time you said anything tonight. It’s one thing you really appreciated about Yeosang, he could read you and talk to you without talking much.

“Yeah, it is.”, Yeosang said. As you heard him smiling in his voice you turn to face him only to be meet with brown kind eyes and a beautiful smile.

“Why are you smiling?”

He didn’t say anything for a while. Just blushed and started to look up again. You got used to that behaviour by now, you never pushed him to talk to you knowing he would when he felt ready for it.

“You know,” he started, “You look really beautiful.”

You turned your face again to look at him while he watched the stars.

“Y/n, did you see the shooting star?”

You shook your head slightly and whisper: “What did you wish for?”

You could see his blush as he mumbled: “I wanna kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.”

Yeosang - 1: “Wait, you love me?! People don’t even like me!”

It’s been a while since you felt for that quiet guy in your music class. No one knew, not even your friends. Because as much as you liked him, he was always by himself and even tho that made you kinda sad you were too shy to approach him.

One day your teacher gave out individual projects, but every sheet of paper had a number on the top. He told you to find the one other person in class who had the same number as you did. You decided to wait until everyone found their partner, to tired for human interaction today. That’s why you were surprised to see a figure approaching you: “Hey, I think we might have the same number.” You looked up into deep brown eyes belonging to the lonely guy in your class who now smiles gently at you. “Hi I’m Yeosang.”

Days flew by and got to weeks while you two were working on your project together. While in the beginning you maybe saw each other twice a week you now hung out almost every day. You even tried to integrate him in your own small friend group which seem to work quite okay even though he was really quiet most of the time. The two of you had a nice chemistry and your friends started to tease you about him whenever he wasn’t around.

The day of getting your grade for your project came by quicker than anticipated. You were so nervous, standing beside Yeosang. You hold his hand, he was surprised but he didn’t say anything, deciding to just enjoy the moment while it lasted. When the teacher finally announced your grade, it was almost the top of the class.