Stories of different genres about our best boys Cravity!
Oneshots, Reactions, Scenarios, Incorrect etc.
Fluff, Angst, but no smut cause ion wanna get reported.
(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ RATED 16+ (VIOLENCE, MILD SUGGESTIVE CONTENT)
Q☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ ALL ABOUT CRAV...
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CRAVITY AS YOUR NON-HUMAN ADMIRER ✨
PARK SERIM - VAMPIRE 🦇 (R16, HE'S A VAMPIRE HERE Y'ALL)
At first, she didn't even know he existed.
The first time their eyes met was at Art class, Y/N turned around to look at the central table for a colour and she noticed the man staring at her. Serim's easel was just across her, and she caught the man looking at her with his deep black eyes.
Serim was described as one of those quiet kids, no known friends, almost no participation in class, just like ghost. So Y/N just placed the colour paint back, and picked another one thinking it was the reason that Serim stared at her.
The second interaction between them was when Y/N bumped into Serim while he was checking his locker. "Oh, Im sorry." Y/N apologized in an almost-whisper manner, bending down to pick up her books that fell from her arms. Serim gulped with the sudden interaction, from her bumping into him to Y/N kneeling in that way.
"I'll help." Serim offered with his husky voice, making the girl freeze as he knelt down to her level. Serim was still significantly bigger than Y/N's small figure. "A-Are you okay? Im sorry, I was in your way." Serim apologized, collecting Y/N's papers that was full of illustrations of various designs of dresses.
"N-No. I wasn't looking, it's my fault." Y/N apologized further, before noticing that Serim was looking at her illustrations. Serim stared at them in awe, they we're really pretty in his eyes, just like how Y/N was pretty in his. "Please don't look at them, they're ugly." Y/N asked, before snatching them from Serim and holding them close to herself.
"N-No. Actually, they're beautiful. J-Just like you." Serim said, stuttering in the process as Y/N stopped in fixing her papers. "Pardon?" "Oh, um nothing." Serim said in a cold and embarrassed tone, scratching the back of his neck. "Oh. Okay." Y/N said, before heading her way.
Serim sighed, he wanted to make the younger stay longer but he didn't know how. He looked back his locker, and looked at a scrapbook full of polaroid pictures of Y/N in various places. He smiled subtlety, before rushing his big fingers onto the pictures.
"How do I tell you?"
But the biggest interaction between them that changed the way Y/N saw Serim was the night she had to walk home, alone.
It was a cold night, Y/N's short skirt in no way helped. She passed through a dark alley to get to her apartment complex, she missed her bus and she had to walk. It was normal at first, until she felt a hand touch her shoulder.
Y/N jumped from the sudden contact, "Hey! I know you!" A man that looked like in his 30's said, "You're my friend's daughter! Your father! Come on, I'll just take you home." He said. Y/N tried to escape the creepy man's grip but to no avail.
