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Han Yoojin woke up, groggy, to the sight of Sung Hyunjae reading a thin paperback book and the realization that his hands and feet were thoroughly tied to the plush velvet armchair he found himself in.
Han Yoojin moved his head slowly, pretending to be more out of it than he actually was. He was immediately aware that he could not hide being awake from Sung Hyunjae’s superior senses, but hoped to buy himself just a few more seconds of time. Not that it was a hard act - whatever Sung Hyunjae had drugged him with had been strong, and Han Yoojin was fighting hard against the resulting dizziness that made his head spin and stomach turn.
Sung Hyunjae did not react to Han Yoojin waking up, even when he lifted his head and squinted at the vampire. He just continued reading, golden eyes completely focused on the page as if he was truly riveted by the story.
Han Yoojin waited a moment to see what Sung Hyunjae would do, but he continued to simply ignore him. Han Yoojin took the opportunity to test the ropes that held him down, finding they were tied perfectly - not cutting into his circulation at all, but restraining him beyond a hope of escape. Seeing as this was about what Han Yoojin had expected from the infamous Sung Hyunjae, he nodded internally and continued cataloguing the room he found himself in.
It appeared to be the bedroom of some strange interior designer who had never heard of restraint in his life, and possibly had some sort of fetish for 18th century furniture. There were opulent decorations of warm red and shining gold everywhere Han Yoojin looked, with each piece that filled the room looking straight out of Marie Antionette’s wet dream. Han Yoojn had little doubt it was authentic, too, given the room presumably belonged to the vampire sitting opposite him pretending to be shocked at a plot twist is his little novel.
Han Yoojin realized that Sung Hyunjae had no plan to make the first move, and thus it would be up to him.
“So,” Han Yoojin said, “Did you bring me here just to watch you cry when the love interest dies in the end, or was there a more important reason?”
Sung Hyunjae let out a fake gasp of shock at Han Yoojin’s words, bringing his hand to his mouth as if horrified beyond belief.
“Spoilers, Han Yoojin! Hasn’t anyone ever told you that revealing the ending of a book before someone's finished it is the worst crime there is?” Sung Hyunjae chided.
“I can think of a few worse ones,” Han Yoojin said dryly, tugging at his ropes pointedly.
Sung Hyunjae waved a hand dismissively.
“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Sung Hyunjae responded airly.
“I mean you kidnapped me, Sung Hyunjae, and if you just wanted a blood bag my neck would be significantly more sore than it is right now. You brought me here for a reason - start talking,” Han Yoojin demanded.
At this, Sung Hyunjae’s smile turned from one of innocent mirth to something far more sinister. His eyes sharpened, and Han Yoojin felt his heart start to beat faster at his gaze.
Good. Sung Hyunjae was getting serious. That meant Han Yoojin might actually get somewhere with him.
“Tied up in a vampire’s den and making demands like that - you sure do have a lot of confidence, don’t you?” Sung Hyunjae murmured.
Han Yoojin didn’t bother responding to that, just leaned back and raised an eyebrow imperiously. This wasn’t his first encounter with the vampire - though none had him in quite as precarious position as this - and he’d long since learned Sung Hyunjae responded much better to demands than meekness. This was good, as Han Yoojin didn’t think he could look at Sung Hyunjae’s extremely irritating face and feign any meekness anyhow.
“Very well, you caught me. I do have a proposition for you. But first……” Sung Hyunjae said, trailing off.
He took his phone out from his pocket, tapping the screen with a gentle frown. Almost as soon as he did, a man walked in through the door carrying a tray with two drinks on it. One was a coffee cup with a large helping of whipped cream on top, and the other a large glass filled with a viscous red liquid Han Yoojin instantly knew to be fresh human blood.
The man didn’t look at Han Yoojin or Sung Hyunjae as he quickly deposited the drinks on the small wooden table in between them and made his way back out of the room.
“Refreshments!” Sung Hyunjae beamed, "Let's share a drink, yes?"
Han Yoojin scowled at him.
"I would love to” Han Yoojin said, voice an obnoxious imitation of excitement, “Except you seem to have me completely tied up and unable to move, which might make drinking a bit difficult.”
“Ah, it completely slipped my mind - but of course, let me remedy that now,” Sung Hyunjae said.
Sung Hyunjae stood up, moving around the table until he was in front of the tied up man. Han Yoojin watched as Sung Hyunjae knelt down to undo the ropes that bound Han Yoojin’s arms and legs with it, fighting a shiver at the feeling of his cool hands brushing against Han Yoojin’s skin.
Sung Hyunjae’s eyes flicked up to meet Han Yoojin’s, and Han Yoojin found himself breathless at the intensity he found in them. It was a predator’s gaze, no doubt about it, and despite Sung Hyunjae kneeling before him, actively freeing him, in that moment Han Yoojin was sure he’d never been more at the vampire’s mercy.
Then the final knot came undone, Sung Hyunjae looking away to watch it fall, and Han Yoojin realized he could breathe again.
Sung Hyunjae moved back to once again sit in his chair opposite to Han Yoojin, looking completely unconcerned at the fact that Han Yoojin was now (at least somewhat) free.
Well, Han Yoojin thought, it wasn’t like he was someone Sung Hyunjae needed to be wary of. What could a simple human like him do in the face of the leader of the most powerful vampire coven in Korea?
Han Yoojin reluctantly leant forward and grabbed his coffee. He was fairly confident that Sung Hyunjae wouldn’t have drugged him again, seeing as he clearly wanted something from him that would require at least semi-consciousness, so he loudly took a sip. It was delicious. Goddammit.
Sung Hyunjae followed Han Yoojin’s cue, lifting the glass of blood high in the air before downing it theatrically. A few drops of blood escaped from his lips and trickled down his neck, pooling at his collarbones before staining the collar of his shirt. Sung Hyunjae sighed, as if greatly satisfied, and placed the empty glass back down on the table between them. He made no move to clean himself up, just gave Han Yoojin a bloodstained smile.
Han Yoojin looked back at him, unimpressed.
“My brother was less messy when he was a child,” Han Yoojin informed him, voice deadpan, “You haven’t learned to drink without spilling by now?”
Sung Hyunjae’s smile only got wider at Han Yoojin’s response.
“Ah, of course, my apologies,” Sung Hyunjae said, faux-embarrassed.
He took out a napkin and cleaned the blood off his face and neck, leaving behind only the slight dark stain at his collar.
“Now - to business. I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that I’m aware you’re the older brother of Han Yoohyun of the Hayeon coven,” Sung Hyunjae said, voice taking on a rare serious tone.
Han Yoojin tensed up at this. To be honest, he hadn’t been entirely sure. When the Seseong coven leader had showed up at his cafe job with a smarmy smile and a ridiculously long coffee order, Han Yoojin had worked himself up into an almost violent panic attack. He had believed that Sung Hyunjae had discovered the connection and mistakenly thought he could use Han Yoojin as leverage against his estranged younger brother.
But then Sung Hyunjae hadn’t done anything to him. He’d simply turned up the next day with an even more ridiculous coffee order and gave no indication he recognized Han Yoojin at all. That wasn’t to say their interactions had been benign or free of fear - Sung Hyunjae had an undeniable presence to him, whether he was flashing his fangs or not, and he hadn’t been shy in his attempts to intimidate Han Yoojin. But Han Yoojin had refused to cower, and Sung Hyunjae had seemed to find it amusing, returning day after day.
As such, Han Yoojin hadn’t been completely certain Sung Hyunjae knew. On one hand, the leader of such a prestigious coven showing up in Han Yoojin’s coffee shop was way too far-fetched to be a coincidence. On the other hand, Sung Hyunjae had continued to not make a move, simply claiming he enjoyed Han Yoojin’s coffee and snarky remarks and Han Yoojin hadn’t been sure whether or not to believe him. It had been years since Han Yoohyun ran away from home, after all, and not one other vampire had contacted him in all that time, despite Han Yoojin consistently attempting to stick his nose into vampiric business to keep track of his brother. He’d thought that either Sung Hyunjae was biding his time for a big move, or for some bizarre reason genuinely enjoyed his company.
But this answered Han Yoojin’s internal dilemma quite firmly - Sung Hyunjae knew of the connection and, given his kidnapping, seemed finally ready to use it.
“I won’t be any use as bait or ransom,” Han Yoojin warned, “Me and my brother cut ties a long time ago.”
“Bait or ransom - do you really think I’d have hunted you down for something so pedestrian?” Sung Hyunjae asked, amused.
Han Yoojin blinked at him, confused.
“What else would you have kidnapped me for?” Han Yoojin asked, baffled.
Sung Hyunjae tsked disappointedly.
“Well, if you haven’t figured it out, we won’t jump right in,” Sung Hyunjae said, smiling, “Instead, let’s talk about you for a bit, hm?”
This confused Han Yoojin even further.
“..........Me?” Han Yoojin asked, pointing at himself for emphasis.
Sung Hyunjae’s eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Yes, you. You’re quite the interesting person, after all. You practically raised your younger brother, didn’t you - even dropped out of highschool just before graduating to take care of him.” Sung Hyunjae said.
“That’s hardly an interesting story, unless you have odd tastes,” Han Yoojin replied, cautious.
“It becomes far more interesting when you consider the fact that Han Yoohyun is a born vampire - a rare phenomena theorised to occur in nature when theres a drop in the vampire population, in an attempt to create a progenitor to spawn more turned vampires,” Sung Hyunjae points out.
Han Yoojin unconsciously perked up at this information. He’d always known his brother was born a vampire, but he’d never heard a theory as to why it happened when the rest of their family was achingly normal.
Sung Hyunjae clearly took note of Han Yoojin’s interest, smirking slightly. Han Yoojin tried to reel himself in, but he couldn’t deny he was thirsty for any knowledge about what his brother was, exactly. He had hardly any, beyond his own speculation and the odd bits of vampire mythology he’d managed to snatch here and there.
“Those of us who are born vampires - we’re different,” Sung Hyunjae continued, “Even when people don’t know what we are, they fear us. We cannot hide. We are born - if you’ll forgive the cliche verbiage - at the top of the food chain. And we are born hungry, even if that hunger doesn’t manifest until puberty.”
Han Yoojin was tempted to roll his eyes at the dramatic way the vampire was talking. Really, born vampires could be scary, there was no way to deny that. But wasn’t all this a little much?
“People can tell. It’s a sort of prey instinct. As a result, we are often abandoned by our parents at a young age. They know, instinctively, what we are, and cannot overcome the fear that comes with it.” Sung Hyunjae said, “Similar to how your parents behaved.”
Han Yoojin’s brows furrowed.
“Our parents didn’t abandon Han Yoohyun,” Han Yoojin protested.
Han Yoohyun went to a good school, he had nice toys, and he slept in a nice house. Their parents had diligently ensured all his needs were met - whenever Han Yoojin told them Han Yoohyun needed new clothes, or new shoes, or had a new favourite snack that needed to be added to the grocery list, they always made sure Han Yoohyun got whatever he wanted. Abandoned hardly seemed an appropriate word to use, given all that.
“No, surprisingly they did not. I imagine you played a large role in that. But even still - can you truly say they cared for him?” Sung Hyunjae asked, voice faux-sympathetic.
Han Yoojin………
He honestly couldn’t. He was sure their parents loved Han Yoohyun, and wanted every happiness for him. But they never particularly took care of him, either. Every first word, first step, first day at school - those had been done with Han Yoojin, because their parents were off somewhere else.
Was it possible Sung Hyunjae was right? That they truly saw Han Yoohyun as a monster, and ignored him as a result?
“You were different, however. You aught to have cringed away from Han Yoohyun instinctively when he reached for you, as your parents did. But you reached back. You cared for him in your parents place. I’m not quite sure you recognize how bizarre that is,” Sung Hyunjae told him.
Han Yoojin needed a moment to process all this.
“How do you even know about that?” Han Yoojin asked, finding himself eyeing Sung Hyunjae warily.
“Well, they’re mostly assumptions based off a few things. Number one, even after cutting ties with you completely, your brother still seems to keep tabs on you - not an action one would find themselves inclined to do for a family member who reacted as I described your parents doing. That was my first clue actually,” Sung Hyunjae answered.
Han Yoojin leant back, reeling.
“My brother keeps tabs on me? When - how? Are you absolutely sure - can you get me into contact with him?” Han Yoojin asked, tone a strange mix of demanding and desperate.
Han Yoojin had expected Sung Hyunjae to respond with an intolerable smugness at having such obvious leverage over Han Yoojin - but instead, he barely reacted to Han Yoojin’s words.
“Yes, I’m absolutely sure. I’m offended you think I would make such an obvious mistake, honestly,” Sung Hyunjae told him, frowning slightly, “As for getting in touch with him - that’s for after I’m finished with you, understand?”
Han Yoojin paused at this. Sung Hyunjae had just told him that his relationship with his brother apparently wasn’t nearly as ruined as he thought, if Han Yoohyun was really still keeping an eye on him. He’d even implied he’d help Yoojin contact him. But it was clear he expected something in return, and whatever the Seseong guild leader wanted from him couldn’t be easy.
Well, Han Yoojin was sure he’d done worse. Whatever it took to get his baby brother back.
“Understood,” Han Yoojin parroted.
Han Yoojin found himself struck with uncharacteristic impatience, desperate to find out what Sung Hyunjae wanted so as to figure out the quickest way back to his brother.
“I’m glad we understand each other. Now, back to my explanation,” Sung Hyunjae started, seemingly annoyed at having been interrupted, “After I noticed the guards on you, I looked into your relationship with your brother. Everyone I interviewed from before he ran away said he seemed incredibly attached to you, as if you were his father, even before your parents died.”
Han Yoojin couldn’t deny that. Han Yoohyun had always followed after his older brother like a little duckling. When Han Yoojin remembered those days, and his younger brother’s adorable little face as he clung to Han Yoojin, he felt a familiar pain in his heart. How many times had he wished to go back to those simpler days? Far too many to count, Han Yoojin thought bitterly.
“The real thing that confirmed it for me though? When I first visited you in that coffee shop, I did not hide my killing intent. I concentrated it - all my bloodlust, all my innate instincts, and I made sure every person inside that shop was cowering. But you barely blinked. Sure, you were scared once you recognized me, but before that there was nothing. You seemed practically immune,” Sung Hyunjae mused.
“That’s not true,” Han Yoojin interrupted, “I definitely felt it. It’s just…”
“It’s just…..?” Sung Hyunjae prompted, curious.
“It reminded me of Han Yoohyun, I guess,” Han Yoojin said, trying to remember back to that day, “I think I found it comforting, more than anything.”
Sung Hyunjae smirked triumphantly, and Han Yoojin realised with a chill up his spine that that was exactly what he’d wanted Han Yoojin to say.
“Comforting, hm?” Sung Hyunjae murmured, “Now that truly is fascinating. That your affection for your brother could have such an effect……who could have guessed it?”
Sung Hyunjae’s eyes flickered to meet Han Yoojin’s once again, and he found himself pinned in place at the open fascination in them. It wasn’t a friendly curiosity - more like how Han Yoojin imagined frogs felt before vivisection.
“But it went beyond just a comfort with killing intent, didn’t it? You didn’t flinch at me drinking human blood earlier, even though it was clearly fresh. You’ve seen Han Yoohyun hunt plenty, haven’t you - enough to kill any discomfort you had with it,” Sung Hyunjae speculated.
Alarm bells began going off in Han Yoojin’s mind at this.
The truth was Han Yoojin hadn’t just seen Han Yoohyun hunt. What kind of older brother leaves his younger brother to find his own food, after all?
Han Yoojin had hunted for Han Yoohyun, luring people to their apartment for him to feed on, drugging them so Han Yoohyun wouldn’t have to struggle. He saved them where he could, but often it was too risky given they knew his name and face - and Han Yoohyun always looked so satisfied feeding on them, how could Han Yoojin possibly pull him away?
It may be true that Han Yoohyun had been born hungry, like Sung Hyunjae said. But he had also been born loved. From the moment Han Yoohyun had used one tiny hand to cling to Han Yoojin’s finger, his face scrunched and ugly in the way only newborns were, Han Yoojin had loved him with everything he had.
How could Han Yoojin ever fear his baby brother? How could he ever be uncomfortable with blood, or what he had to do to get it, when Han Yoohyun looked so satisfied drinking it?
How could he fear vampires, when his brother was one?
That last part, Sung Hyunjae had clearly guessed, but Han Yoojin helping with the hunts - that was his best kept secret. It wasn’t that he thought Sung Hyunjae would condemn him, the hypocrisy would surely choke even a man as audacious as him. But that hardly meant he wanted the knowledge of the murders he committed in the hands of Sung Hyunjae either, especially not with the leverage the vampire already had on him.
“I saw it here and there,” Han Yoojin pretended to admit, “But Yoohyun-ie largely kept it hidden from me. He was ashamed, I think.”
Han Yoojin wasn’t sure if Sung Hyunjae bought it - the man, usually so expressive, merely continued smiling at Han Yoojin’s ‘admission’.
“Well, whatever the cause - numbness to a vampire’s killing intent, and complete comfort with a vampire’s proclivities are two very useful things when combined, wouldn’t you say?” Sung Hyunjae asked.
Sung Hyunjae leant forward, his height meaning he had no problem leaning across the table and into Han Yoojin’s personal space. Sung Hyunjae’s gaze was always intense, but now it was something else as he looked at Han Yoojin with what he now knew to be a covetous gaze.
Han Yoojin understood then that this was what Sung Hyunjae wanted from him, or at least was some part of it. He understood, too, that this gave him leverage over the vampire. Sung Hyunjae had some way to contact Han Yoohyun, and Sung Hyunjae thought Han Yoojin was in some way valuable.
Han Yoojin was going to take that leverage and fucking run with it.
“I suppose I can see what you mean,” Han Yoojin allowed, reclining in his chair slightly, “But I’m afraid I’m still in the dark about what you plan to actually use me for.”
“Recently, there’s been a lot of power struggles between covens - or more specifically, between coven leaders,” Sung Hyunjae explained.
“These power struggles don’t include conflict between you and my brother, do they?” Han Yoojin asked, guard up.
Sung Hyunjae seemed amused by this reaction, giving him a condescending smile.
“No, actually - but they do include us both in conflict with the MKC coven’s leader Choi Sukwoon, who has made covert attempts on both mine and your brother’s lives, and seems to be planning another,” Sung Hyunjae told him.
Han Yoojin felt a wave of shock and rage go through him at this. The fact that Han Yoohyun had been attacked by such a powerful vampire - and that Han Yoojin had been none the wiser, with no way to stop it, was a terrifying thought.
Really, a grown vampire centuries old going after Han Yoohyun, who was practically a child in comparison. He should have been ashamed of himself.
“I’m assuming we’re going after him then,” Han Yoojin said, his voice filled with poorly restrained fury.
“Very astute. I can’t challenge him publicly without proof of him provoking me first - the backlash, and subsequent effect on my coven, would be too great. Luckily, he happens to be hosting a ball in his mansion soon. Now, as a coven leader, there is no way I could move around freely,” Sung Hyunjae said.
He then once again leaned closer to Han Yoojin, an obnoxious smirk painted on his face.
“But very few vampires bother to pay attention to the food,” Sung Hyunjae murmured.
Han Yoojin froze. Surely Sung Hyunjae wasn’t suggesting what he thought he was suggesting.
“I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my time, I’ll admit that, but becoming your walking blood bag would be the top of the list,” Han Yoojin told him.
It wasn’t a no, and Sung Hyunjae clearly noticed that.
“It’s the perfect disguise, you have to admit that. Thralls aren’t considered threats under any circumstances, usually too drunk on blood loss and their master’s presence to do much of anything at all. That would go double at such a ball, where the presence of so many high-level vampires would strike any mortal dumb and blind,” Sung Hyunjae continued.
Han Yoojin was well aware of the existence of thralls, but hearing Sung Hyunjae lay out their - well, their helplessness in such frank terms made Han Yoojin feel quite a bit of pity, as well as a wave of resentment for the cruelty of vampire society. It also quietly reminded him of exactly what Sung Hyunjae was.
Han Yoojin may be used to trading quips with him over a coffee counter, and he may have some value to the coven leader right now, but Han Yoojin had no doubt Sung Hyunjae had had at least a few thralls before. He was the type to keep mortals that amused him dizzy with blood loss and fear, tied on a leash so he could show them off at fancy balls, and Han Yoojin couldn’t forget that.
“Of course, neither the blood loss, nor the disorienting effect of our presence will be a concern for you, meaning you could wonder into any old room looking for evidence and be assumed to just be a poor lost pup searching for his owner,” Sung Hyunjae proposed.
“So you’ll, what, have me pretend to be your thrall gone completely stupid and let me loose in the manor? I’d have to be dumb as a dog to walk into a vampire’s den with practically wearing a ‘drink from me’ sign and expect to leave in tact,” Han Yoojin pointed out.
“You’d be my thrall - no one else would dare touch you, especially not in such a public place. You’d be wearing the usual collar, as well, with no one having the key but me,” Sung Hyunjae assured.
“No one having the key but you - it that meant to reassure me? Let me guess, you have to feed on me at least once for the plan to work, too,” Han Yoojin said dryly.
“Well of course,” Sung Hyunjae practically purred, “It’s the best way to avoid any suspicion. But rest assured, I can control myself - no more than a few mouthfuls, scouts honour.”
“Excuse me if I don’t believe you were ever a boy scout,” Han Yoojin rebutted, mouth in a thin line.
As reluctant as Han Yoojin appeared to be, he couldn’t deny it was a decent plan. And if it really was the best way to ensure his brother’s safety, Han Yoojin would throw himself into being Sung Hyunjae’s thrall, farce or no. That being said, there was obvious danger there. He would be entirely at Sung Hyunjae’s mercy, relying on his reputation to keep him safe while also having to trust in Sung Hyunjae’s self restraint. The former Han Yoojin was fairly confident in, but the later…….
Well. If Sung Hyunjae was telling the truth, what choice did Han Yoojin have?
Sung Hyunjae seemed to know it, too. He didn’t seem anxious as Han Yoojin deliberated, or rush to try and persuade him. Simply watched, as a cat watched a mouse caught in a trap, knowing it has nowhere to go.
“I’m in,” Han Yoojin said.
He made sure to look in Sung Hyunjae’s eyes when he did so, and the rush of satisfaction he found there almost made him second guess himself. But it seemed Han Yoojin was in for the long haul now, and the satisfaction was a good sign anyhow - it meant Sung Hyunjae wanted something from him. So long as he did Han Yoojin would find someway to keep himself safe while in Sung Hyunjae’s grasp.
“Excellent! I knew you wouldn’t let me down,” Sung Hyunjae said, clapping his hands.
He then took out his phone once more, sending a message that once again brought a man through the door - a different one than before, Han Yoojin noted absently - this time with a clothing bag in hand. The man silently laid it out on the bed on the other side of the room, then once again exited quickly. Han Yoojin quirked an eyebrow in question at Sung Hyunjae, who responded by trailing his eyes up Han Yoojn’s body pointedly.
“I can’t exactly bring you to the ball in your sweats, now can I. In that bag you’ll find attire suitable for such an occasion,” Sung Hyunjae said condescendingly, “Make sure not to take too long changing. We leave in half-an-hour, and I hate to be kept waiting.”
Han Yoojin stared at him in disbelief.
“Half an hour? What is wrong with you? Did your parents drop you on the head as a child - why would you -” Han Yoojin sputtered.
Sung Hyunjae ignored him completely, bulldozing over him to continue explaining his plan.
“And, of course, there’s one more accessory you’ll need.” Sung Hyunjae said.
“And that is?” Han Yoojin asked warily.
Sung Hyunjae trailed his hand over his own neck, two fingers pressing suggestively at his jugular.
“Fuck no!” Han Yoojin responded instinctively, taken aback, “I thought you’d only have to feed at the ball?”
“Well, it would be a bit odd if when I did feed, people noticed you had no prior feeding marks, didn’t they?” Sung Hyunjae pointed out.
Han Yoojin………couldn’t argue with that, as badly as he wanted to. Dammit.
“Don’t worry,” Sung Hyunjae assured, eyes taking on a hungry tinge that was at odd with his words, “I’ll be gentle. Just a quick bite - you’ll barely feel it.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Han Yoojin mumbled under his breath, annoyed.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Han Yoojin leant back in his chair, heartbeat picking up in anticipation as he bared his throat to the other man.
Sung Hyunjae moved until he was once again right in front of Han Yoojin. Whereas before he’d knelt down, now he loomed over Han Yoojin, reminding him once again of their absurd height difference.
Sung Hyunjae placed one hand on the armchair headrest behind Han Yoojin, and the other on the armrest beside him, entirely trapping the human man in. Han Yoojin found his breath picking up in anticipation. Sung Hyunjae may have talked a big game about Han Yoojin being unafraid of vampires, but there was being used to them and there was plain stupidity.
No amount of raising Han Yoohyun could prepare Han Yoojin for being fed on for the first time, and Han Yoojin could feel the dryness in his mouth and tenseness throughout him as the fear of his situation finally seemed to kick in, leaving him frozen under Sung Hyunjae’s gaze.
Sung Hyunjae leant down, and Han Yoojin tensed, closing his eyes in anticipation of the pain of the bite. But he didn’t feel any pain - just Sung Hyunjae’s mouth hovering gently over his neck, almost but not quite pressed against his skin. Han Yoojin blinked in confusion as Sung Hyunjae stayed there for a moment, perfectly still.
If Sung Hyunjae were a human, Han Yoojin would feel the warmth and dampness of his breath on his skin. But instead he felt nothing at all, which was almost stranger than Sung Hyunjae’s behaviour.
“Oi, what are you waiting for,” Han Yoojin asked, voice gentle for reasons he didn’t quite understand.
“I’m not quite sure myself,” Sung Hyunjae replied softly, sounding as confused by his own behaviour as Han Yoojin was.
Han Yoojin waited for a moment, expecting Sung Hyunjae to get bored of simply burying his face in Han Yoojin’s neck and finally bite down, but he didn’t. Baffled, Han Yoojin reached a hand up to the back of Sung Hyunjae’s head and pushed slightly, trying to convince him to get it over and done with.
Sung Hyunjae could have easily shrugged off Han Yoojin’s feeble attempt at moving him, but he allowed Han Yoojin to push him, and Han Yoojin let out a gasp at the feeling of Sun Hyunjae’s cold lips on his neck.
Fortunately, Han Yoojin didn’t have to contemplate the strangeness of this moment any longer. Feeling Han Yoojin’s jugular beneath his fangs seemed to finally spur Sung Hyunjae to action.
Sun Hyunjae was quick, as he promised, teeth burying into Han Yoojin before he could blink. But he had certainly lied about Han Yoojin barely feeling it. Han Yoojin let out a loud gasp of pain at the feeling of Sung Hyunjae’s fangs piercing him, tearing through his skin with ease. His hand unconsciously fisted in Sung Hyunjae’s hair as Han Yoojin grit his teeth at the feeling.
It wasn’t just the burning pain in his throat that made Han Yoojin squirm. He could feel Sung Hyunjae’s fangs inside him, a unique sort of violation that Han Yoojin could compare to nothing else. Han Yoojin fought the urge to try and tug Sung Hyunjae off of him - he would hardly be able to given their differences in strength, and it might activate some sort of predator-prey instinct inside of the vampire if he wasn’t careful.
Thankfully, Han Yoojin didn’t have to endure much longer. As quick as Sung Hyunjae had bitten into Han Yoojin, he let go, pulling back until he was once again standing over him
Han Yoojin realised both Sung Hyunjae and him were panting - Han Yoojin out of a mix of pain and fear, and Sung Hyunjae out of what Han Yoojin could only assume was desire to continue his meal.
For a moment they were both silent, the room empty except for the sounds of their attempts to restrain themselves.
Eventually Sung Hyunjae turned away, making his way towards the door with an elegance that did not hide his affected nature.
“You just keep getting more and more interesting, don’t you,” Sung Hyunjae muttered, voice rougher than before.
Han Yoojin froze once again at that, the leftover adrenaline from being bit hitting him all at once at the naked desire in those words. His eyes darted around the room looking for something he could use to defend himself if Sung Hyunjae decided to continue his meal - and coming up brutally empty.
Fortunately, Sung Hyunjae’s self control won out. The vampire opened the door, clearly intending to leave Han Yoojin to recover himself and get dressed for the ball.
“Remember - half an hour until we leave,” Sung Hyunjae called over his shoulder, “The drive will be about an hour, so I’ll brief you on what you need to find and where to find it on the way. See you soon, Han Yoojin”
And with that parting remark, Sung Hyunjae left and closed the door firmly behind him. He left Han Yoojin behind him, eyes wide open and still panting slightly as he stared at the door.
Han Yoojin’s hand coming up to the already scabbing over wounds on his neck - thank god for vampire’s saliva’s healing ability, or else Han Yoojin would have needed professional medical attention. Or a mortician’s.
“What the fuck have I gotten myself into,” Han Yoojin muttered, still staring at the door through which Sung Hyunjae had left.