Ship: Geonhak×Youngjo
Type: Angst
tw//blood
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Slightly opening the bedroom door, Youngjo poked his head in cautiously, "Geonhak-ah, how are you feeling?"
The windows were completely covered, not letting a single ray of light inside. The entire demeanour of the room was dark and gloomy which sent a chill throughout Youngjo's body even though he had barely entered.
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Geonhak's hunched figure on the bed. His entire body seemed to be twitching. "How much time will it take?"
Youngjo gulped, "I have the night shift. I'll get it today." Geonhak still had his back towards him.
"Geonhak-ah..."
No response.
"You can always take mine-"
Geonhak finally turned to face him, anger visible in his fierce eyes. His eyes were his most charming point. His eyes were the reason he took him in the first place.
"I won't."
"Geonhak-ah-"
"Hyung! Drop it."
Youngjo slightly hung his head, feeling he had overstepped his boundaries. "I'm sorry." Biting his lower lip, he looked at Geonhak for the last time before closing the door.
He dragged his legs across the apartment as various thoughts raced through his mind. He wanted to help Geonhak right now but he had to wait. He had to be patient otherwise he would get caught. He twiddled his thumbs and bit his fingertips as he waited for night to fall.
Geonhak had really caught him in his trance. He was all he could think about, he was the only thing on his mind.
Feeling his throat becoming dry and itchy, he walked towards the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He proceeded to take out a glass from the top cabinet. Midway, a thought crossed his mind. Is this how he feels? Or is it much worse?
He was so deep in his thought that he managed to trip on his foot, falling hard on the ground. The glass slipped from his hand, falling on the ground right next to his legs, shards piercing through his skin, making him shriek in agony.
No sooner, he heard Geonhak's footsteps quickly approach him. "Hyung! What happened?"
He just sat still, paralysed with pain. Seeing his hopeless state, Geonhak immediately dashed towards him, ignoring the pieces of glass surrounding him. "Geonhak! Get back!"
"I don't care. You're hurt."
He felt him slide his strong hands under him, picking him up from the mess and taking him to the bedroom. Kicking the door open, he proceeded to sit him down on the bed. "Geonhak-ah, I'll handle it myself."
Geonhak had already started to remove the shards, making him wince. Thankfully, none of the smaller pieces had penetrated through. After making sure he had removed everything, Youngjo noticed Geonhak staring intently at his leg which was now lined with blood. "Geonhak-ah, you can use mine."
Geonhak looked up to face him, torment glared in his dark eyes. Youngjo cupped his jaw, pulling him up, placing a slight kiss on his lips, "I'm always there to help. You know that."
"Hyung, I don't want to get addicted to yours."
"What's wrong with that? I'm already addicted to you."
A smirk formed on Geonhak's lips, "Are you sure about that?"
Desperation hung in Youngjo's voice. "Please, Geonhak-ah. I can't see you like this anymore."
By some cruel manner, he felt more tortured than Geonhak.
The younger turned his head down to look at all his wasted blood dripping off. His sweet, invaluable blood. "Okay."
Geonhak lifted his leg which had trails of blood sprawled across and ran his tongue along it, cleaning it up. Euphoric chills ran up his Youngjo's spine as he felt Geonhak's now extended incisors graze his skin. The wind grazed his saliva, which he had left behind, made the hair on his leg stand up.
"Hyung, can I bite in?" Geonhak looked back up with his bright red eyes, still conflicted.
"You know I will always allow you."
His prick was painful in the beginning, a stinging sensation making him clutch his bedsheet, but soon he got used to it. It was the same as before.
Youngjo pursed his lips and closed his eyes as Geonhak's anaesthetic saliva worked its magic. He held himself as still as possible, afraid that if he moved Geonhak would stop, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Eventually, he felt his teeth dislodge, making him wince. He wanted more of this. He glanced down at him, "Did you like it?"
A smirk once again formed on Geonhak's pretty lips which were now laced with his shining blood. "It's still as sweet as before."
Youngjo raised his leg, offering it again, "Clean it up." Without hesitation, Geonhak held his leg as he began to lick the drying blood, his precious blood oozing out of the two beautiful marks.
Once he was done, he held Youngjo's gaze again, "Satisfied?"
Youngjo was not done. He wanted more.
He shook his head as he pointed at his lips, "Can you do it here?" Lust had completely overtaken him.
Geonhak chuckled and stood up to look down at him. "Hyung, you're getting greedy."
"I'm just helping." Youngjo could not help but smirk after saying this.
"Very well."
Geonhak swooped down, making their noses graze as their lips connected. Youngjo could taste the metallic remains of his blood, but he did not mind. No. He did not care. He just focused on Geonhak's hands steadily envelope him, pushing him onto the bed.
Parting for a breath, Geonhak sat on top of him, carefully unbuttoning his shirt while holding his gaze. His eyes were still red. "Hyung, you'll have to take responsibility for making me addicted to your blood."
Youngjo took hold of his hands, pulling him down onto his chest, "Gladly." His hands wrapped around his neck, pressing his lips against the vampire's own, completely addicted to them.
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Fun fact which you probably don't need to know...actually something you don't want to know so just ignore this...
But imma say it anyway cause why not...
So I got inspiration to write this after I scratched a healed up hurt on my leg until blood started to come out again (yes, I'm weird... pls don't judge me:')
Anyway
Fighting!
~Anna R.
