𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | (𝐆)𝐈-𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.



ஓ๑ ❃ ๑ஓ

The cabin stood tucked deep in the misty woods, surrounded by towering pines and a silence that only ancient beings would recognize. The last place anyone expected a supernatural war to reignite.

But of course, it was never that simple.

The black SUV rolled to a stop, kicking up gravel as seven figures stepped out—sharp eyes, designer boots, and an aura of centuries-old elegance. The vampires had arrived.

“Finally,” Shuhua muttered, stretching her arms. “A week without blood council meetings or rogue hunts. Just wine, horror movies, and silence.”

“Do vampires even need vacations?” Yuqi asked, popping her sunglasses up with a smirk. “Because I do. I’m done with pretending to be interested in aristocratic bullshit.”

Hanni grinned as she skipped ahead toward the cabin. “Dibs on the room with the lake view!”

But as they reached the clearing, their excitement froze.

The cabin—their cabin—was already taken.

And not just by anyone.

There they were. Around a crackling bonfire, seven werewolves lounged in hoodies and flannels, laughing, sipping beers, and absolutely radiating smug energy. The scent of pine and arrogance hung in the air.

“Oh no,” Miyeon said softly, lips parting in disbelief.

“Of course it’s them,” Shuhua muttered, jaw tight. “Of course it’s them.”

Soojin, the alpha, stood slowly, brushing ash off her hands. Her piercing eyes locked onto Shuhua’s, a knowing smirk curling on her lips.

“Well, well,” Soojin said, her voice low and rich. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

“We booked this place months ago,” Shuhua snapped, storming toward her. “It’s our usual. You know that.”

“And yet... here we are,” Soojin replied, arms crossed. “Maybe it's time you bloodsuckers tried a hotel for once.”

Shuhua took a step closer. “You always were territorial.”

“And you always assumed everything was yours,” Soojin fired back.

Before it could escalate, Miyeon stepped between them, her voice calm like rain. “Soojin, please. We don’t want a fight. Can’t we just… find a way to share the space? Temporarily?”

A scoff came from behind. Soyeon, seated lazily on a log, gave them a look. “You want us to cohabitate with your undead drama crew? Pass.”

Yuqi raised a brow. “Careful, pup. I bite harder.”

“Try me, sparkle-tooth.”

“Ladies,” Jurin’s gravelly voice cut through. The elder werewolf stood, hands up. “Let’s not do this. We’re not at war anymore.”

Kazuha piped up, spinning a marshmallow on a stick. “Can’t we just do what humans do and... compromise?”

Silence.

Then Hanni stepped forward, eyes alight. “What if we split the week? Or even better—what if we try spending some time together?”

Minnie looked up from her book. “You’re suggesting... team-building?”

Yuqi snorted. “Group bonding with werewolves. What’s next? A spa day?”

But the idea stuck.

And so it began: the most chaotic, awkward, and eventually heart-melting supernatural vacation in history.

Day One: Truce & Tension

The cabin was split in half—quite literally. A strip of silver tape down the middle like a supernatural Cold War.

But somehow, life found a rhythm.

Morning hikes. Shared kitchen disasters. Awkward movie nights. Accidental pillow fights. And beneath it all… glances held too long. Laughter that came easier than expected.

Shuhua and Soojin were like fire and ice—until they weren’t. One night, over a glass of blood-wine and whiskey, they started talking. About life. About leadership. About loneliness. And when Soojin laughed, a real, low laugh, Shuhua felt something crack open.

Minnie, quiet and warm, found herself drawn to Miyeon’s grace and thoughtful silences. Their lakeside conversations turned into soft smiles. Fingers brushed. One night, Miyeon showed Minnie her sketchbook. Minnie, in turn, cooked for her—a dish only they used to share. It tasted like the past. And hope.

Yuqi and Soyeon? They were chaos incarnate. Their bickering turned to wrestling matches turned to stolen kisses behind trees. “I hate you,” Soyeon said breathlessly once. “You wish,” Yuqi smirked.

Hanni and Minji climbed cliffs, chased starlight, and got lost on purpose. “Adventure’s always better with you,” Hanni said, grinning, as they danced barefoot under the moon.

Yunjin found her calm shaken by Kazuha’s whirlwind joy. She taught her how to meditate; Kazuha taught her how to live louder. Their chemistry was undeniable, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

Chisa, ever the gentle soul, often sat with Jurin by the fireplace, talking about purpose and pain. Jurin was a protector. Chisa was a healer. Together, they found a kind of peace neither expected.

And Liz, always scribbling in her journal, started writing less about old folklore and more about Rei—the quiet werewolf who watched the stars and spoke in metaphors. They shared stories, dreams, and then—one night—shared a kiss beneath falling snow.

Final Night: Full Moonlight

The last night of the trip brought the full moon—and a bonfire where no one sat on opposite sides.

They danced. Laughed. Played truth or dare (with shocking results). Even Jihyo the rogue vampire showed up, and for once, no one tried to kill her. Much.

As the fire crackled, Shuhua leaned her head on Soojin’s shoulder.

Miyeon tucked herself into Minnie’s arms.

Yuqi and Soyeon were nowhere to be found. Suspicious.

And for the first time in centuries, peace felt not only possible—but natural.