| Fan Fiction |
by Tan Xue Lei
Mianhae = I’m sorry.
Used Korean word because it didn't sound right in English.
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[ Kim JunSu P.O.V. ]
I’m worried.
I haven’t seen or spoken to DongHae or EunHyuk in roughly a year now, it’s like as if they are trying to avoid me as much as possible, in which they succeeded. It was good to see them again though, even if the reunion wasn’t exactly perfect.
Is it because I’m no longer human? No longer warm blooded like them? Am I a monster in their eyes?
I’m surely not. I had always been the same Kim JunSu ever since birth, I will never change. Even if I am a vampire now.
“Su-ah…”
My eyes drifted upwards from the floor to look at the one who changed my life since roughly a year ago.
Park YooChun, an aristocratic vampire.
“Yeh?” I smiled weakly at him from the edge of the bed.
He was frowning. I hate it when he frowns. I prefer it more when he smiles like an angel, like me.
“It’s my fault isn’t it?” he said as he sauntered over to my side, dropping himself next to me.
“What?”
His eyes bore into mines, guilty and sad. It was a rare to see him like this.
“It’s my fault that you lost your friends…” he looked down to his hands, twiddling them around a bit, “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head in disagreement, “No, it’s not your fault.”
The last time he was like this was a year ago, just after I turned into a vampire, just after my two best buddies found out, just when they deserted me. It felt like a part of me was missing when I found out that we were separated into different classes on our next year of school, they ended up in a class upstairs to mines, while I remained downstairs with YooChun. I’m happy that I still have YooChun, yet sad that I don’t have my old pals with me.
“It is.” he pouted, “If it weren’t for my reckless acts in turning you into a vampire so soon you wouldn’t be in this dilemma!”
He was half correct, he was completely different in the past, he didn’t think before he acts. This resulted in him kissing me while still on campus, turning me into a vampire. He regretted it soon after he found me depressed as ever that EunHyuk and DongHae treated me as air.
Half the fault was mines, I was just so clingy to him, I loved him too much, same as him, I didn’t think before acting.
“Chun,” I looked at him pleadingly as I placed a hand on his bare shoulders, “It was my fault as well, don’t blame yourself!”
“Su, I don’t want to argue or fight-”
“We promised each other that we will never talk about this again! We promised that we will both take the bl-”
Before I could say any further, I was abruptly pinned down onto the soft bed by the larger man, his lips sucking hungrily on mines like it was the most delicious thing ever.
His naked body grinding onto mines, making me moan into his mouth in complete ecstasy.
I completely forget that we were arguing, completely forgot about EunHyuk and DongHae. Mianhae.
[ Kim JaeJoong P.O.V. ]
I’m at EunHyuk’s house, apparently behind this door was EunHyuk and DongHae in EunHyuk’s room, probably cowering in fear of me since they locked the door so I can‘t enter. I wonder why…
Out of curiosity, I decided to go investigate about these two fools’ relationship with Kim JunSu, and how they treated me like as if I was invisible.
EunHyuk’s mum answered the door to tell me that the two idiots were upstairs in EunHyuk’s room. EunHyuk’s little sister shown me the way up to his room, she seemed really giddy when she saw me before taking my hands into hers and dragging me up to my destination.
“Lee, Hyuk, Jae! You have a visitor! Lee, Hyuk, Jae!” she said each word after each bang on the door with enthusiasm while still holding onto my hand, “OPPA-AH!”
Soon, the door opened to reveal a slightly tired EunHyuk, rubbing his eyes before widening at the sight of me.
“Yo.” I smirked at him.
He slammed the door before locking it. What a nice way to treat your friend.
“Oppa-yah! What do you think you’re doing?” his little sister yelled at the door again
No one replied from inside, all we could hear were the sounds of running feet and some slight rustling.
“Oppa-ah, I have to go do my homework now.” she said as she pouted and swung my arm back and forth, “I hope you manage to get oppa to open the door for you, good luck! Hwaiting!”
I smiled at her before she let go of my hands to run off into her room that was at the other end of the hallway.
“Open up!” I roared at the door in front of me, “I know you’re in there!”
I banged my fists against the door continuously before I heard footsteps come up from behind me. Turning around, I saw a pretty girl chuck something over at me, catching it into my hands I realised that what I caught was one single key.
“Use it.” she grinned before going back downstairs.
“Thanks.”
Pivoting around again, I hastily jabbed the key into the lock and turned it before pushing the door to reveal EunHyuk at one corner of the room while DongHae in the other.
“What are you two up to?” I asked as I entered the room, approaching them.
EunHyuk’s eyes seem to fall upon the hand that had the key dangling off it before they widened.
He got up from his corner and stormed out of the room whilst snatching the key off my hand, into the hallway, running down the stairs.
“SORA WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM THE KEYS?!” I heard him roar.
“He was banging on the door, it was giving me a headache…” I then heard a faint reply.
“UMMA! WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE KEY?!”
I heard his mum’s voice sounded up, “I don’t know!”
Moments later, I found myself enjoying the drink and snacks that Mrs. Lee brought up for us as I sat in front of the two, eating happily away at the rice cracker.
“So why are you here for?” DongHae asked suspiciously
“To ask you two questions.”
“What sort of questions.”
“Something like….why the fuck did you treat me like as if I didn’t exist today in class?”
The two stiffened before looking down to fidget their fingers nervously, too scared to even look at me in the eye like men. I think I’m right, they are in fact gay.
“We can’t tell you…” EunHyuk mumbled.
“Not yet that is..” DongHae added.
I scoffed as I folded my arms, “As long as you apologise and don’t do that ever again to me.”
The two exchanged unsure looks for a couple of seconds before nodding their heads and turning to face me to bow.
“We’re sorry, and we won’t ever do that again.” they said in unison.
“Now onto the next question,” I said hastily, “What’s up between you guys and that Kim JunSu.”
They stiffened again as their eyes widened at me as if I was crazy.
It looks like something bad happened between these two and JunSu. They know each other, yet these two idiots run away from the very sight of this Kim JunSu? I know this Kim JunSu is pale, it doesn’t mean he’s a monster. I despise these pale freaks, yet the only pale freaks I got along with so far is JunSu and YooChun.
I wonder if there would be more?
Man I feel like a racist.
“It’s nothing that concerns you.” DongHae said stiffly.
“Aren’t I your friend? Shouldn’t I know?” I asked back.
“I assure you, this is something that you do not want to know.“ he gulped, “It will give you nightmares.”
I laughed at his answer. What in the world would be so scary to know that it would give me nightmares?
Are these two chickens? Wimps?
“Try me.” I smirked back at them.
The two leaned near each other, EunHyuk’s jaw moved up and down rapidly as his hand covered his mouth, whispering something into DongHae’s ear before DongHae did the same.
Was this some kind of secret?
“We’ll tell you, when you know about something.” DongHae replied after spending a minute of whispering with EunHyuk.
“What do you mean when I know about something?”
“Right we’ve said too much.” EunHyuk said rapidly as he got up from his seat, walked over to me and began pulling on my arm, “Time to go, it’s getting late!”
“But it’s only 10 o’clock!” I retaliated.
“So? Shouldn’t beauties like you be getting some beauty sleep? Don’t want any eye bags now do we?” DongHae urged on as he came over as well, grabbing onto my other arm.
I struggled under their hold as the dragged me down the stairs towards the door. I would fight back, in a rough way. But they are my friends after all, in a way, and EunHyuk’s family members will see.
What is happening to me? Normally I wouldn’t give a fuck about what others think of me or who I fight with.
A minute later, I found myself sitting outside of EunHyuk’s house, glaring angrily back at the pair before they slammed the door shut.
Retards.
I should just stop being friends with them. I have ChangMin, JunSu and YooChun right? I have no need for these two…wait, these two were my first friends here, and the only friends I have in class. They already promised me that they won’t ignore me ever again. Hopefully, they won’t break that promise…
Shit, why am I acting like a lame person again? Where did that hardcore side of me go to?
“Yah!”
Fuck, I remember that voice.
“What are you doing out here all on your little lonesome?”
It’s that gay pale bastard.
And shit, he’s drunk.
I can tell by the way he’s walking up to me. Swaying, arms hanging like swings on his shoulders, a completely dopey face that was lit under the moonlight.
Why does he have to look a lot straighter than he does during the day now? What happened to that gay aura of his?
“Want to go for a drink?” he said solemnly once he was just a meter away from me.
Looking upwards I saw that his face was more composed now, less drunk, more sober. How can he do that? Did he just act out that he was drunk a moment ago? Or is he trying to fake it that he is fine now?
A drink? Alcohol? The stuff that I hated back in Seoul just days ago?
I wonder…
“Know any good place?”
Purple Line, the name of Mirotic Village’s one and only place for clubbing. I wasn’t surprised one bit. Yet what really got to me was at how crowded this place was, yet it was so big. It had 5 floors, basement, ground, first, second and third. We were in the basement, apparently the best drinks were all in the basement. The other floors were just for ‘fun’.
And still, the pale race dominated the amount of peachy race.
“What drink would you like?” the bartender asked us as he strolled casually over from the shelves of bottles.
“Soju.” I said simply before the bartender gave me a weird look and then moved onto YunHo.
“Soju as well.” he smirked before turning to face me.
“I change my mind, Manhattan.” I said hastily.
I expected this jerk to switch to Manhattan as well, but he didn’t, he stuck to good old soju. Darn, I really wanted to taste soju tonight as well, I hope I don’t feel like throwing up after Manhattan.
When the guy returned with the drinks, YunHo ignored the bottle that was placed in front of him as his eyes were too focused on me. Feeling a little bit uncomfortable, I downed the glass of Manhattan in one go before I head him clap.
Oh shit. I feel the burning sensation again. I hate Manhattan now.
I began to cough a splutter as my arms held onto the table for support.
“You okay?” he asked as he leaned forward to pat my back.
Feeling his cold hands touch against the thin fabric of my tank top, I instantly sot upwards to push his hand away, giving him an evil stare.
“Don’t touch me.” I said coldly.
He raised his hands, taken aback, “I was just being nice, jeez.”
Was this the end between me and alcohol? Just when I had the urge to drink some, it turned out completely different from what I expected.
“Devil’s blood.”
Devil’s what?
My head shot up to face YunHo’s, he had a small smirk on his face, soju bottle emptied, is he drunk again? I never heard of the drink Devil’s Blood.
A minute later, I found a glass filled with red liquid in it sitting there in front of my arms. I never heard, seen, smelt let alone taste this alcoholic beverage before. I hope it taste’s good.
“Try it, it’s this club’s signature drink,” he said casually, taking another bottle of soju into his hands, “You can’t get this drink nowhere else.”
“What does it taste like?”
“Just drink it.”
Taking the cup into my hands, I stared down into it. The liquid looked forbidden, like as if it was something dangerously addictive, something exotic. Heck, I don’t even know why I had the urge to drink this, but it’s a rare drink, I might as well give it a go.
I tipped it down into my mouth, letting my tongue savour the metallic taste of the red substance. It somewhat tasted like blood…
“Is this blood?” I asked as I examined the remaining half of the beverage in the glass cup.
YunHo laughed, “Of course not, it’s made to taste like blood. After all it’s called the Devil’s Blood.”
“Where did the word Devil come from?”
“The drink gives off a very devilish feeling.” he smirked.
Devilish feeling? I don’t feel it at all. Instead all I can feel is that my bladder is full and is ready to burst.
“I’ll be back, toilet.” I said hurriedly before dashing towards the gents toilets.
[ Jung YunHo P.O.V. ]
Idiot, of course the Devil’s Blood drink is made purely out of blood, high quality human blood infused sweetly with the purest of vampires. No animal blood added at all, now that would just ruin this marvelous drink.
Then again, a human like him wouldn’t know that.
“So I guess he liked what I made for him?”
“You have skills KiBum.” I turned back to look at him, the one who served us the drinks.
He grinned before taking the half empty cup into his hands swirling it around till something dark swirled around in the red. It only made the drink go into a darker shade of red.
“You know…” KiBum began, eyes still transfixed onto the drink that was turning darker by the second, “It’s weird that he didn’t spit it out. Any human would instantly reject this drink after taking just one sip…by now the guy should be falling to the floor unconscious or dead. Could he be a half blood?”
“What the fuck? You didn’t tell me that!” I said angrily at him.
“Huh? I thought you knew. I thought you wanted to kill him!”
“Shit.” I swore as I left him at the bar, running over to the men’s toilets, hoping that JaeJoong is still alive.
I don’t care what KiBum said about him being possibly half blooded due to the fact that he didn’t drop dead instantly.
All that I care now is seeing my prey still alive, I have yet to get closer with him. If he dies before I get there, I will break KiBum apart, bit by bit.
[ Kim JaeJoong P.O.V. ]
What was in that drink? It made me feel like pissing myself in an instant. I hope I don’t get diarrhea from it…
I took a step out of the toilets and into the dimly lit hallway, it looked seemingly empty.
“Hey there beautiful.”
Okay, that was so not YunHo’s voice, it sounds so much older, huskier and less sexy.
Turning around, I saw a large bulky man, someone that I haven’t met before, probably in his 30s. He smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, what I used to smell like. It smelt disgusting, I wanted to vomit.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” he spoke again.
I found it hard to make out his face, but it sure resembled a bit like a bulldog.
“What?”
“I said,” He slammed his hand against the wall just above my left shoulder, leaning in closer, so close that I could smell his stinky breath, “Where’s your boyfriend, pretty?”
“FYI, I’m a boy.”
“I know.” he chuckled, leaning closer, dangerously close to my face, “You’re so irresistible…” his mouth move slightly away from my face, edging it’s way to my neck, “So tasty…”
Fuck, he’s gay. I encountered another gay prick. What did I do to deserve this?
“Get the fuck away from him!” I heard YunHo roar.
The sudden tense air that filled in between me and the stranger was lifted at the point. I could feel cold air smack against my face before it wafted past me, following the direction that the guy was sent flying off to.
Jung YunHo came to my rescue.
I guess he ran, jump then punched or kicked this bastard across the hallway away from me. Impressive, didn’t think this gay pale freak knew such powerful moves. Heck, I doubt that I would have the strength to move this guy, not even by a millimeter.
“Don’t you dare touch my prey.” YunHo said coldly at the unconscious bulk at the other end of the hallway.
Prey? I’m a fucking prey?! A prey for what?
Before I could even unleash my questions in anger. YunHo had already grabbed my hand by then, dragging me out of the club, ignoring my struggles. His grip was so tight that I swear it blocked off my blood circulation to my hand, causing it to go blue.
When we exited the club I could feel the cold air return to my once warm face, it was a refreshing feeling.
Yet his hands still held onto my wrist.
“You can let go now.” I said as I tried to pull my wrist away from his grip, it failed.
“Yah! I just saved you back there, I expected a thank you.”
Aish, this bastard.
“Thank you..?” I spoke hesitantly, I thought I would never give any sort of mannerism to this guy, ever.
“That’s much better.” he said as he let go my hands, letting the blood flow through it again. My attention was now focused on nursing my uncomfortable wrist, too absorbed in it that I didn’t notice YunHo closed in the gap between us, I only noticed when I saw the sight of his shoes under my wrist, “Though, it would be nice to repay me with something apart from just a thank you…”
“You’re a bit greedy aren’t you?” I said to my wrists, not wanting to look up and meet his face.
“Not greedy, just feeling that my service was underpaid.” he laughed lightly, his cold breath falling softly against my hair, “How about,” he held out a hand under my chin, stroking it softly with his smooth yet icy fingers, “a one night stand?”
I froze on the spot, eyes widened at the floor before I sprang backwards, looking at him in horror.
I know I love one night stands, but that was back in Seoul, with girls. Not guys. Never with guys. Jung YunHo since when did I swing that way like you do huh? Since when did I look like a gay toy-boy to you?
“Fuck no.” I hissed angrily back, “Anything else but that. You name it, money, possessions, drugs whatever!”
“Okay then,” he grinned as he rubbed the bottom of his chin in wonder as he approached me yet again, taking a larger step every time I took one step back, until my back met a wall, “How about a kiss?”
“A kiss on the lips?”
“Yeh.”
Too gay.
“No thank you.” I replied in distaste.
“Fine, a kiss anywhere else will do. I have no desire for anything else.” he said stubbornly as he stood in front of me, “There’s no harm done in a kiss is there?”
I guess not. I can always wake up tomorrow morning thinking that I was drunk enough to kiss this bastard. No feelings.
“I suppose not.” I murmured.
He leaned his face towards me, closing his eyes with a big grin on his face, waiting for my kiss.
Leaning towards his face, my lips trembling, I could feel the cold air being emitted from him, his ice like skin, so pure and white. If I kiss him right there on the cheek, would my lips be frozen stuck onto them? Shaking off the thought I leaned in further till my lips met momentarily at his cheeks.
Well, that’s what you expected to happen.
Do you really think that I would even kiss a guy like him? Hell no.
Being a smart guy that I am, I held up my hand and stuck my index and middle finger out before bending it into the smoothest curve as possible, slowly edging it towards the right cheek of YunHo. The two fingers brushed lightly against his soft skin, causing him to grin with happiness.
See, this was my cunning plan, he would think that I kissed him when I just merely touched his cheek with two fingers, thinking that my two fingers were my lips.
“I knew you would do that.” he snickered.
What? He knew? How? Could he see through his eyelids?!
Suddenly, in one move, I felt his hands grab onto my wrist once again, tugging on it so I fell forwards onto him. My face colliding with his. My lips colliding right on target with his ice-like ones.
It started off as a harmless peck on the lip to a full on mouth to mouth. It was now that I decided to start to struggle, push, and retaliate in response to this unexpected move. He noticed my body trying to wriggle away, in reply, his other free arm winded itself around my waist, pulling me closer, causing my chest to meet his with a bump.
I was in deep shit now.
I couldn’t get out of his hold, it felt like this kiss would never end.
He was the first one who took the initiative to kiss me first out of all the other girls that I had kissed before back in Seoul. The first guy I ever to dare place his lips onto mines without even thinking about the consequences later.
Heck, what consequences? I doubt I’ll be strong enough to fight against him now that I realise that he can move a heavy weight man down a 50 meter hall.
“Mmmph!” was all the noise I could make when I tried to say “Get off me!”
He decided to punish me then for making a noise. His tongue began to chase mines before it caught it and started to play roughly around with it, making me feel weak compared to him.
Aw fuck it. I might as well let this prick suck the life out of me. It’s rare to have a stronger and fitter guy go gay for you and stick his tongue down your throat, it’s not all that bad really, as long he doesn’t decide to rape me.
Wait, what did I just say?