| Fan Fiction |
by hydraheiress
“You alright?” transfer student asked, who didn’t seem to be in the least bit hurt with the impact.
“I’m fine.” Jaejoong replied scowling, fixing his gaze at the edge of the bed as he continued to poke at his forehead. All too suddenly, the events that happened earlier that morning came rushing back. Jaejoong heaved out deep breaths, trying to collect his thoughts. Shortly after, his gaze darted back to the other guy, lips pursed into a thin line. “What are you?”
Yunho for his part had a momentary second to look surprised. He blinked. “What?”
“I know it’s you.” Jaejoong stated, glaring daggers at the guy opposite him. “It was you. That night, I couldn’t be mistaken.” he gestured at his face. “Your eyes, they were glowing.”
Yunho smirked fondly at him in return. “Always the same sharp memory Jaejoongie.”
Question marks went suspended above Jaejoong’s head. What? He groused. That was one confusing response. Shaking his head, Jaejoong tried to clear his thoughts. When his gaze darted back to the transfer student, he was still smiling. Jaejoong glared, deciding to voice out the thoughts that he had been having for the past several weeks. “You did something to me.” he spat, accusation heavy in his tone.
Yunho’s smirk faltered at this. He cocked his head back and glanced outside the window.
“You did something to me, didn’t you? I know I died. I died didn’t I? I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure no one should be alive unscathed after getting attacked by those...” a shudder ran down his spine. “...those things." Yunho didn’t speak and continued to look outside. "It’s different, ever since I woke up, everything feels different.” Jaejoong growled low in his throat, fisting the sheets in his grasp when Yunho proceeded to ignore him. “Answer me dammit!”
Yunho’s gaze snapped back towards him, an eerily gentle expression was suddenly seen in his golden turned eyes. Jaejoong felt himself pale at the intensity of the stare but willed himself to take composure.
“You didn’t die.” Yunho answered voice cold as he took Jaejoong’s hand in his. “Nine hundred Jaejoong, I waited nine hundred years for you and you had to walk straight in the middle of my fight and nearly got yourself killed.” Yunho’s grip on his hand tightened; his pair of golden orbs stinging with tears. “You always had such a warped up sense of humor.”
Jaejoong's breath hitched as he jerked his hand away, a sudden flash of something whizzing past his thoughts. The way the other guy's skin felt against his seemed ridiculously familiar; he also didn’t miss the single tear that rolled down the other guy’s cheek. “What...what the hell are you talking about?” he asked, massaging his wrist where Yunho had gripped him tightly.
Yunho scoffed and brushed a tear from the corner of his eye as he stood up from the bed. He walked over and leaned against the wall by the bedside table, arms crossed against his chest, left leg propped up behind to support his weight.
He leveled gazes with Jaejoong. "Serial killings have been happening a lot lately in this region, you aware of this?”
Jaejoong nodded his head, eyebrows furrowed in wonder. He was beginning to think that this conversation was getting a bit weird. “Yes, I’ve watched the news.”
Yunho nodded back at him. “The one that I was fighting that night was the one responsible for the recent incessant killings. He goes by the name of Chaos Immortal.” Yunho eyes slanted into slits, jaw clenching. “He’s a vampire. And I was hunting him.”
Once again, Jaejoong's vision began to tilt at an odd angle.
Yunho was instantly by his side, gripping his shoulders, setting him upright. "Jaejoongie?"
Jaejoong shook his head trying to fight off the bout of pounding headache that was sure to come. However, the desired effect didn't happen when the room began to spin instead. He began digging the heels of one palm into his scalp. Vampires? What the hell? The new transfer student was all kinds of crazy. But then somehow another part of him couldn’t help but agree. Huh.
"I...I would say there are no such things as vampires but the news said all the victims had punctured wounds on their necks and... their bodies were bled dry." he ground out, voice pained, a hint of faint disbelief coloring his words. "Somehow I sort of had my suspicions. But it just sounds ridiculous when it's actually being said out in the open."
The raven-haired teenager sagged against Yunho's tight hold. Yunho let his grip loosen and enveloped him into his arms. Jaejoong rested his chin on Yunho’s shoulder, melting in his embrace. Of why he even felt like melting, he had no idea.
"You’re awfully calm and accepting about this." Yunho observed, chuckling, raking his fingers through Jaejoong’s soft silky strands. "I was actually looking forward to the freak out that you were supposed to be having.”
Jaejoong’s shoulders slumped into a shrug before burying his face in the other’s neck. “I’ve had my full on freak out mode weeks ago. I guess I just got sick of it.” Yunho could feel Jaejoong's forming smile against his skin. “And... I don’t know, there’s just something about you that feels...right. I really can’t quite put my finger into it.”
“Really? How so?” Yunho inquired, gently stroking his back. Jaejoong nearly purred with the gesture.
Jaejoong chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds, sighed then reluctantly admitted. “I’ve been thinking about you these past couple of weeks. I...dream about you a lot.” Shuddering when the memory of the attack assaulted his thoughts, Jaejoong added. “It sucks though because I always get a rewind of what happened that night in these dreams.” Jaejoong said, burrowing his face closer against Yunho's neck as he snaked his arms around the other's waist. God, Yunho smelled so good. It was heady and sweet and intoxicating. “What are those things anyway?”
“They’re Chaos’ pets, they’re hell hounds and they do the dirty work for him.” Yunho calmly replied.
He could feel Jaejoong tightening his hold around him. And Yunho was sure that it would only be a matter of seconds before the other realized and took notice of his actions.
And then it came.
Yunho flinched, feeling Jaejoong’s canine teeth sink into his skin.
All too suddenly, the arms around him stiffened as he felt the other's shoulders and back tensed. Jaejoong’s whole body went rigid to the spot and Yunho instantly found himself being abruptly and violently shoved off. When their gazes met, Jaejoong’s eyes were glowing red, fangs had made themselves known and his fingernails had grown a considerable length.
“What the hell?!” Jaejoong cursed, examining his fingers, licking his lips as the coppery sweet taste of blood filled his senses. God, he wanted...needed. What the fuck. Jaejoong gulped, gaping at Yunho in shock.
Jaejoong covered his mouth with his hands, fighting the overwhelming and insanely strong urge to suck Yunho dry. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. He was suddenly having brain malfunction to the highest level.
Yunho decided that it was the best time to start explaining.
“Vampires come in two types." he began. "Us. You and I. We belonged to an immortal race, the Shinso family. We exist with nature and our species had been living with humans ever since the beginning of time. We were more known as spirits back then before we manifested into what we are right now.”
Yunho slowly took small steps towards him with his hand held in the air, glancing at his wrist then at Jaejoong’s unmistakably hungry yet somewhat horrified expression. “Though we might enjoy the taste of human blood it has never been a primary need. But whenever we do get a taste, it is then that these humans turn into something else. The ones causing and wrecking havoc in the human world are these creatures, they’re called the Shinto." Yunho's steps faltered, stopping a foot away from Jaejoong. "Basically, the Shinso family is the reason why vampires exist. I was the one appointed to do clean-up duty.”
Jaejoong's eyes widened, a look of panic marring his features as the words settled inside his head. “You’re here to kill me?” he asked. Because in Jaejoong’s thoughts that made sense. He was human before and now judging from what he was seeing right before his eyes - he knew that something changed in him that night.
Yunho’s face fell as he let out a long sigh. “It was never my intention to turn you into this. You were killed by a Shinto back then and your dying wish was to be resurrected in the human world. I let your spirit wander in here until the right time came. I was willing to wait forever. I even thought that at the moment that I would see you again, I was just going to blend in and spend my days with you in living a normal human life."
Yunho brought his hand to his lips, eyebrows etched into a scowl. “And then you just had to screw things up at our first meeting. I know you might hate me for doing what I did once you regain your memories, but I’ve had enough of those long nine hundred years. I’m not waiting for another damn reincarnation anymore.”
The vampire bit at his pulse, grazing it with his teeth. The rich thick scent of Yunho’s blood was doing all kinds of crazy things to Jaejoong's sensitive and heightened state.
Small droplets of the red liquid fell on the bed sheets.
Yunho approached him and rested his left knee on the bed. Gripping the back of the smaller teen's neck, he began to pull his face up towards his lips. “I’m not going to kill you Jaejoongie, not after waiting for so damn long. Besides, despite you being reborn as a human, the Shinso spirit still lives inside you." Yunho's gaze fell on Jaejoong's half-parted lips. “You were... dying.” he said in a voice so low like it was too painful a memory to remember.
He ran a thumb along Jaejoong's soft cheek. "Truth was, fear had gripped me at seeing your bleeding state and for a second I didn’t know what to do. The shock of seeing you was...overwhelming at best.” Yunho’s gaze darted back at Jaejoong's eyes. “Offering blood to humans after we feed on them is strictly forbidden but I couldn’t just let you die.” a soft smile ghosted his lips. “But I guess it’s all good, I’ve noticed that even if you might need the taste of blood, it would only apply to needing mine.” With that said, Yunho licked at his bleeding wrist, closing his mouth around the wound and drank as much of himself as he could.
Jaejoong’s eyes glazed over at the display, feeling a whimper threaten to escape his throat. Though he might have heard every word that Yunho had said, the ability to think properly had deserted him. He couldn't process said information right now even if he wanted to. His brain had short-circuited and all he wanted at that instant was to taste Yunho.
The raven-haired teen kept eyeing the bleeding wrist as he constantly licked at his lips. Thankfully, he didn't need to wait a second longer because to his delight, Yunho’s open mouthed kiss came crashing down against his own.
For a moment Jaejoong couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. But then slowly - little by little - something seemed to slowly open up inside of him. And then, 'this is incredible!’ became the first coherent thought that raced through his mind. And as time droned on, it was gradually becoming painfully apparent that he wanted more, needed more... more... more.. more until finally - instinct took over.
Jaejoong’s hands reflexively cupped Yunho’s cheeks, tilting his face into a much better angle where he could taste more of him, feel more of him and have more of him. Blood flowed freely from Yunho’s mouth to his. He suddenly badly wanted... needed, god!
Jaejoong sucked eagerly yet slowly, careful to not spill a drop. However, a thin trail of the red liquid still went past the corner of his lips as it trickled down the side of his cheek - to his neck and into his school uniform’s collar. Not that he particularly noticed it nor remotely cared when he was too busy relishing in Yunho’s closeness, the feel of his lips against his - his intoxicating taste - this overwhelming feeling that seemed to practically swallow him whole.
Words could not express the roller coaster of emotions that he was currently going through. This was it! This was what he had been missing all this time. The constant thirst and the hunger, it somehow made sense to him now. He needed Yunho and was craving for his taste - badly needed his presence so close to him - desperately needed the feel of his skin against his body.
Jaejoong was sure he was drowning. The air was leaving his lungs, yet somehow he felt more alive than he had ever been his entire life. Yunho was everything and nothing, past and the future, life and death all at the same time.
Suddenly, he realized he was being lowered back down towards the bed, his head lightly landing on soft pillows. Instantaneously, he felt Yunho’s arms circle his legs - lifting them up on the soft sheets and aligning them with the rest of him.
Yunho’s mouth never left Jaejoong’s - not even until he proceeded to climb on all fours on the bed. Their lips stayed firmly attached with each other. Jaejoong drank, licked, sucked and kissed while Yunho offered willingly with absolute abandon.
Jaejoong didn’t waste time with the better position he found himself in. He delved deeper inside Yunho’s mouth, sucking eagerly on the wet coppery tongue. Thoughts of ‘Why am I even doing this on the first place’ and ‘I’m making out with a vampire in the school’s clinic’ should have been reason enough to freak him the hell out but then again he couldn’t bring himself to care. Being this close, to this guy, to this vampire was messing up with his ability to think. Nothing seemed to matter right now but the body hovering above him.
Jaejoong felt the hand that held him by the neck moments before resume its hold, running soft feather-like touches along the smooth expanse of his skin as he felt shivers run down his spine.
Yunho pressed his body down against Jaejoong's - pinning him firmly underneath while a hand caressed at his sides. Fingers crept under the soft cottony fabric of his shirt until strong hands found skin and began stroking his heated flesh.
A sudden flare of arousal exploded in Jaejoong’s veins as a choked gasp escaped his throat.
“Yunho...” he rasped out, effectively breaking the kiss, breathing heavily. It just occurred to him that the absence of the steady flow of oxygen proved to be a bit too much. Jaejoong gulped and began taking in deep breaths. His eyes were wide with lust and need, cheeks deliciously flushed, lips an impossible shade of red, mouth half parted in panting.
The raven-haired teen swallowed thickly, looking searchingly into Yunho’s golden glowing eyes. Out of nowhere, some of the rationale that he was hoping he had a few minutes ago began to stealthily creep in. “I don’t...” he started, when the reality of the situation began to slowly register in his head. “I’m not even sure why I’m...why I’m doing this.”
The hand caressing Jaejoong’s waist had stopped its assault. Yunho’s golden gaze was fixed at him, like he was peering into his soul. “Do you want me to stop?” Yunho asked, licking at his lips, panting heavily.
Jaejoong wanted to say yes. Every sane part of his system was screaming for him to push the guy off, run away and hide from everyone and everything.
Yunho was a vampire! He wasn’t human and was claiming that they had a past, that they were this...whatever it was he called his species. Kept saying that Jaejoong was a reincarnation of this someone...someone he wasn’t even sure existed. He wanted to say that Yunho was mistaken, tell him that he was just a normal high school student who had friends, who had a family, someone who was every bit ordinary. He wanted to scream ‘leave me alone and get the fuck out of my life!’
“No.” a heated protest was uttered past his lips even before his brain managed to catch up. Jaejoong’s eyes widened further. He meant yes. He was supposed to say yes. He licked his lips, eyes flickering back to Yunho’s mouth. He gulped and then - oh fuck it - in that instant he truly didn’t care at all. “God No!” he exclaimed and latched on Yunho’s smiling lips like his life depended on it.
Jaejoong lifted the hands that were gripping Yunho’s shoulders and proceeded to wound his arms around his neck. He pulled him closer - impossibly closer that he was practically molding their faces into one, to the point that there wasn't enough room to breath. God, Yunho was like a drug. Jaejoong suddenly couldn’t possibly imagine his life without him.
Too much clothes. There were too much clothes.
“Take these off.” Jaejoong suddenly ordered and growled all at once. And wow, since when did his voice take on that kind of tremor? Yunho for his part was only too happy to comply.
The jacket came off first followed immediately by Yunho throwing it across the room. Jaejoong quickly sat upright and practically tore the buttons on Yunho's shirt. After much frustrated growling and cursing about the damn person who created said buttons, Jaejoong’s eyes finally feasted on Yunho’s exposed naked torso. Jaejoong’s mouth nearly watered with the sight.
“Your clothes.” Yunho moaned, voice thick with need as he leaned down Jaejoong’s frame, tugging at the material. Jaejoong’s fingers immediately yanked the jacket open then flung it at the empty space on the bed, followed by the shirt which he quickly chucked out and off his body.
Before Jaejoong could even have a moment to feel a bit of shyness for himself, Yunho’s mouth instantly latched on a nipple, toppling him back down on the sheets in the process and all Jaejoong could do was let out a choked, keening whimper.
“Nnnggghhh, Yun...yunho-yah...” Jaejoong hissed and groaned, head falling heavily against the pillow, whimpering low in his throat. It felt so good. Too fucking good.
Jaejoong felt Yunho’s teeth graze at his skin but not enough to cut.
Yunho sucked and licked at the hardened pink nub, flicked his tongue against it and wetly sucked then licked again repeating the gesture over and over while his other hand pinched and rubbed at the other nipple until Jaejoong went delirious with want.
Jaejoong thrashed and moaned on the bed, bouts of pleasure racking his whole body. It only took approximately thirty seconds before Jaejoong was reduced into a whimpering mess.
Flurry of words escaped his lips, words that consisted of 'oh god oh god, more more more, god, please... please yunho..., don't stop, ahhh, ahhhh… yunho please' but Jaejoong was too lost by now to care that he practically sounded like a slut. Apparently, he figured that if what Yunho was telling him was true, he was a needy sonofabitch in his past life.
"Excuse me but...” The sound of a tray crashing down to the floor assaulted their ears. A nurse stood by the door, eyes wide, jaws slacked open in complete shock.
Yunho reluctantly tore his lips away from Jaejoong's nipple and was rewarded with a glare and a heated growl of protest.
“Wait.” Yunho whispered breathlessly, sitting up while Jaejoong quickly clung to him like a second layer of skin.
Looking up at Yunho's eyes, he followed the direction of his stare. It was then that Jaejoong realized they had an audience.
It only took one look at their half-naked state, lust filled gazes, glowing crimson and golden eyes and the nurse’s world began to blur. A soft thud indicated that she had fainted on the spot.
“Shit!” Yunho cursed as he looked down at the unconscious woman.
Jaejoong for his part could only stare in dumbfounded silence at the petite white heap on the floor. The overwhelming wave of lust that he was feeling just a moment ago began to slowly abate. However, his thoughts were still pretty much disorganized. Craning his neck to the side, Jaejoong also realized that the sheets had blood stains on them.
“How do we explain this?” Jaejoong murmured as he began to plant soft small biting kisses on Yunho’s neck, noticing that the fang marks he managed to inflict on his skin earlier had completely healed.
“It’s fine." Yunho shrugged, picking up Jaejoong’s school uniform on the empty space beside them. "I’m fairly good with persuasion techniques.”
Jaejoong’s ears perked up as he looked dazedly at his eyes. “Huh?”
Yunho smirked then captured his lips for another kiss. When they broke apart, he pressed their foreheads togethe and grinned. “How did you think I was able to get a pass and actually attend classes inside the school?”
Jaejoong hummed under his breath and proceeded to lick a wet stripe across the long expanse of Yunho’s neck. Then, he bit down hard. “Mmm, maybe you can teach me that next time then?”
The raven-haired teen figured that he could do the epic freak out of his life later when Yunho's presence wasn't there to mess up with his head and to make him feel this good.
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“But he’s so hot!”
“He kissed Jaejoong-sshi! I don’t care if you guys think he’s hot. He kissed him. He kissed my future husband!”
"Says who?"
"Bitch."
“Hey! Last time I checked, I was the one that Jaejoong sshi asked the hand for marriage.”
"Liar."
“No, honest! He promised me that as soon as we graduate I’m the one he’s going to marry."
“Are girls usually this vicious in your school?” Yunho asked, smiling a friendly smile at Yoochun whose eyes were still pointedly throwing daggers in his direction.
They were sitting in the cafeteria lounge as the swarm of students continued to move around them. Some were engaged in hushed whispers, and some, like what Yunho had pointed out, were quite vicious in their heated arguments. Apparently, the kiss scenario that happened in their classroom earlier that morning had spread like wildfire by noon.
Now, the problem here wasn’t because it was a kiss between two guys. No, it wasn’t the case at all, because if this sort of thing happened to a normal student, the kids at school wouldn’t really give a shit. But Kim Jaejoong was involved, and everyone in campus and I mean everyone, had this huge crush on the Student Council’s president. So naturally, people went psycho over the news about a transfer student stealing their precious Jaejoong-sshi’s first kiss.
Simply put, everyone was after Yunho’s blood.
A hand landed at the back of Yoochun’s head, smacking him. Yoochun growled low in his throat, rubbed the sore spot then scowled at his boyfriend. “Hey, what was that for?”
“Be nice Chunnie.” Junsu reprimanded. Yoochun huffed then grumbled under his breath about bossy wives. “I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I heard you loud enough.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip, grimacing at the glare that Junsu was giving him. “Nothing.”
Changmin snickered. “You are so whipped Yoochun-hyung.” he said in obvious amusement.
Yoochun directed his scowl this time at the youngest. “Shut up Min ah!”
Another snicker was merely given to him in response.
"No seriously, what was up with kissing Jaejoong-hyung earlier? I think Chun ah nearly had a nervous breakdown when he bitched and whined about it to me." Junsu commented while popping chips into his mouth.
Yunho smiled innocently. Yoochun continued to mentally shoot daggers at him. "He just reminded me of someone I knew."
If looks could kill, Yunho would have bled to death minutes ago. "You reminded hyung of someone? What the fuck?"
Changmin's head craned from side to side, frowning. "Hey, speaking of which, where's Jaejoong-hyung anyway? I haven't seen him since third period."
Yunho clutched at his face, resting his elbow on the table top, sighing. "I think he said something about wanting to sit in a corner and have a major freak out moment." Of course, somehow he expected it to happen.
Three sets of eyes looked at him suspiciously.
Yunho sweatdropped. "I ummm, told him about the kiss?"
"Ha!" Yoochun hollered, shaking his fist in triumph. "If we're lucky he might just stay a good hundred meters away from you."
Another hand smacked Yoochun in the head. "Didn't I tell you to be nice?" Junsu groused. Yoochun pouted in response, lower lip jutting out. Junsu rolled his eyes. "Just keep it down Chunnie, I'm trying to watch the news." he shushed him as he shifted in his chair and looked up at the TV cafeteria screen.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me. Is that the serial killing shit again Su ah?" Yoochun complained.
'....at Hotel Marionnette, all it's workers and guests had disappeared last night. Though authorities still have no lead to where these people have disappeared to, there were rather disturbing blood stains on every floor of the hotel and a massive amount of animal fur. Authorities may have…’
"Animal fur?" Changmin asked, cocking an eyebrow. Junsu and Yoochun merely shared a look then shrugged.
"Sorry but I'll have to leave. I forgot that there was something I had to attend to." Yunho suddenly remarked, hauling himself from his spot, saying 'excuse me' as he went then ran with great speed towards the cafeteria doors. Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin could only blink in response.
Animal fur. There was only one Shinto he knew that had furry slaves. Yunho's hands balled into fists. He screwed up. It looked like the bastard was still alive after all.
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