ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

a sucker for you. [dowintae]

a/n: mentions of blood. lots. but in a non-violent way.

karyeetbox uhh no 'no longer part 2' for now but take this dowintae shot 🤡 I promise I'll update that next week.

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dating a vampire is hard.

dating two, sicheng decides, is even harder. especially when they're married for centuries and you're just a 23 years-old boring human being with a nine-to-five work. his boyfriends – doyoung and taeyong – never judge him for being a mortal (of course) but still, it's hard.

if he has to pick one thing he hates, it'll be their blood-drinking habit. they might not drink it often but sicheng finds it gross. the sight of blood in their mugs, the same mugs sicheng uses to drink coffee and whatnot – and not to mention doyoung always leave his 'drink' around the living room.

the only exception is when they drink his blood. that's less disgusting, and if sicheng has to be frank he likes the pain from the bites.

after another long day at work today (his boss hates him for no reason), sicheng gets home in hope to take a quick shower and straight to bed. but his boyfriends have another plan. they wanted to 'talk' and it makes sicheng nervous at first, until taeyong assures him it's nothing bad.

they sat him down onto the couch right after he changed his clothes yet haven't paid any attention to him, too busy bickering with each other. not to mention they're arguing in some ancient language sicheng never understood. he suppresses the fourth yawn and rolls his eyes. don't get him wrong, sicheng loves them, but he wants to sleep.

he wants taeyong to tuck him to bed and sing him to sleep like always. then doyoung'll wake him up for work, or sometimes – only sometimes – lure him to skip to make-out for hours until taeyong scolds them.

sicheng pokes the cheeseburger taeyong gave him. he's not hungry, so he stares at it idly. the living room is dark – his boyfriends couldn't care less about lights, obviously – and his eyelids are getting heavier by every passing second.

" guys ," sicheng speaks up. in his oversized hoodie, he looks like a puppy. taeyong and doyoung turn their attention to him at once. " I've been sitting here for thirty minutes and I'm tired. could you please get your shit together already and tell me what's the matter ?"

taeyong glances to doyoung, hesitating. " I told you, cheng's tired. maybe we should talk to him later ."

" no, you've been postponing this for weeks. talk to him like adults do. you're fucking 400 years old, for heaven's sake, talk ."

" I'm 25 !"

" you've been 25 years old for four centuries, yong ."

taeyong opens his mouth with hands raised to defend himself, though no word comes. doyoung narrows his eyes at his husband, who eventually gives up, drawing out a long sigh and drops his arms to his sides. he sits next to sicheng, smiling nervously as he takes sicheng's hand. taeyong's hand is icy cold but sicheng never cared. it feels nice, a harsh contrast to his warmth.

" you know we love you right, cheng ?" he starts, interlocking their fingers.

sicheng nods. " yeah. 'course I do ."

" and you know we only want the best for you, right ?"

" goddamnit, just tell him !" doyoung grunts, tugging on his hair.

" I'm trying! stop rushing me !"

sicheng's eyes pingpong from taeyong to doyoung then back to the oldest. they're back to converse in their ancient language. the digital watch on the tv reads out 11:35 and sicheng groans. he really should be sleeping right now, tomorrow's a tuesday.