Kiss of a Vampire | Binchanlix

Three

HERE WE GO !!!!

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The third time Changbin met Felix started like this:

The piles of clothes around him seemed to develop personalities. Judging personalities. Because Changbin had no idea what to wear.

"Jisung!" He called, and since Jisung didn't have anything better to do than laugh at Changbin, he actually appeared in his door.

"Yeah, Binnie-hyung?"

"Jisung," Changbin started, "how do I tell him I want him to top me?"

Jisung just stared for a moment. Then he raised an eyebrow and sighed. "I don't even – just, I don't know, wear a choker?"

That was a brilliant idea. Changbin owned a choker. He could do this. "I can do this," he whispered to himself, taking his choker out of his accessories drawer. It lay there, alone, between a handful of necklaces and earrings. It was just a simple black band.

"You can do this," Jisung repeated, much more convinced than Changbin had sounded. "You've been best friends with Chan forever, and Felix is literally sunshine personified. You got this."

I haven't got this, Changbin realised while his stomach sank into the floor. "This is our first date. Look around. How have I got this?"

"At least you have a date?" Jisung tried.

"Hey! What am I, then?" Minho yelled from the living room.

Jisung ignored him in favour of patting Changbin's shoulder. "Look at the bright side. You and Chan are in much less danger to become Vampire food if Felix can drink from both of you!"

"Felix won't hurt us. Besides, even if he did, we're werewolves and would be fine with a bit of blood loss."

"Where's Chan, by the way? Shouldn't he be here, panicking with you?"

Changbin decidedly did not react to that. "He's in the studio. We decided we'd try to always include all three of us, so... we're pre-date panicking alone, I suppose."

"A good choice," Jisung hummed. "Where do you meet?"

"We'll go to this poetry slam event and then to Lixie's place," Changbin murmured. "He said he'll make us brownies and I think he may want to drink from us but I don't know. He said he's hungry. We'll talk about it."

"A poetry slam! Cute!"

Changbin sighed. "You can go away now."

Jisung pouted. "But who will give you feedback on your choice of socks, if I'm not here?"

Changbin closed the door in his face.

He left the apartment ten minutes later, wearing his choker and having put on some eyeliner. A pastel sweater and skinny jeans were all he could come up with, but it would have to be enough.

On the way to the cafe that held the slam, he blasted music on his headphones and tried not to die of the nervous jitters he couldn't shake away.

It was one thing to go on a date with a cute Vampire – something Changbin had never done, by the way – and quite another to go on a date with Chan. And now Changbin was on the way to a date with both.

The other thing was the poetry slam. Changbin had never been to one in person, but he did write lyrics – he and Chan both – so of course they'd watched poetry slams from time to time on Youtube. Rap was just another form of poetry, and often quite closely related to slam poetry. Still, Changbin didn't think he'd be able to perform a slam text without instinctively starting to rap. He wasn't sure if that was an accepted poetry slam thing to do.