Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Seungmin | focus on me

What can you do when your teenage kid turns 15 and asks to have a party with HUMANS for his birthday? Especially, when you are a 253 years old vampire, and your husband hates humans for (impossible) death.

Seungmin thought he was a good father. Of course, no one can be perfect (even not Minho, and it doesn't matter if he still thinks this way).

Seungmin knew he wasn't perfect, but at least he was trying. At least, he was trying to educate his kids and instil good manners. And if with Luna it was working (she was only 7 years old, and Seungmin loved her more than his own eternal life), but 15 years old Teo was a small disaster. At least, in Kim The Eldest's humble opinion.

And when Teo came to you both to discuss his birthday presents and asked if he (maybe, just maybe) could have a birthday party with REAL humans, Kim regretted that he hadn't made a bet on how crazy his son could be. Could've raised a few thousand.

His son was indeed crazy. He wanted to have a party. A "normal" party. With HUMANS.

Oblivious to his father breaking the kitchen counter in two halves at his question (because Seungmin squeezed it too hard), Teo tried to explain how much he wanted to have a "normal" party with his "normal" friends.

And even your "Teo, sunshine, but what about your father?" question didn't help.

Everyone knew how Seungmin hated humans.

Everyone knew how much Seungmin hated himself when he was losing control and drinking them to death. It didn't happen often, but when it did, your house was turning into a cold, dark grave, every corner of it smelling like guilt.

Your husband was not that good with self-control, and everyone knew that. But Teo was here, asking for this favour with his eyes big and innocent. And Seungmin was here too, crushing down your favourite kitchen table.

You didn't want to say no to your son. You didn't want to cause pain to your husband. You wanted to be diplomatic. And calm.

That's why you gulped down the whole blood cup and allowed Teo his "normal" freaking party.

Seungmin sulked for a whole evening, just for prevention. But he loved his son too much to say no.

The only thing he did say was "don't play with your food, baby boy", but you stared at him, so furiously he decided to stop with his lectures.

And, honestly, you thought it would be fine. Teo had strict instructions for his friends not to enter the house. You organized a small gazebo in the courtyard where Teo could spend the time with his friends, the smells from the street diluting the body odours of Teo's guests.

Seungmin should've spent his time in the bedroom on the second floor, with windows and doors tightly closed and scented candles burning continuously.

You decided to take a defensive position on the stairs (in case your oversensitive husband will decide to break from his "prison" and eat two helpless teenagers alive).

Lying down on the stairs, you were enjoying the calmness of the moment. The bright, ringing laughter was coming from the street, mixing with the sound of two wildly beating hearts. And even though it was a little arousing for you, you enjoyed that. Sipping the blood from your supposed-to-be-wine glass, you were thinking about your son and his unearthly stamina.

Aren't he even slightly affected by them? Doesn't he want to taste them? Or did he, somehow, get used to them, smelling so delicious—

"Are they still there?" Seungmin's voice sounds harsh and low, and you tense, finally noticing his presence. Drifting to your thoughts, you didn't notice him coming.

"Why aren't you in the room?" You sniff the air, the blood from your cup fills the atmosphere around you, but you can still sense the smell of fresh, HOT boiling blood from two warm bodies outside.

"Wanted to drink," Seungmin chuckles mirthlessly, it sounds funny even to him.

"Want mine?" You look up at him, holding out your glass with blood. It's not that warm now, not the same temperature as the ones dancing in those humans' veins.

Seungmin glances at it with so much disgust, you quickly pull it back. When he's on the verge of breaking down, he loves to move suddenly, thoughtlessly, and you don't want to become the victim of that.

"You know what I want," Seungmin's chuckle sounds so wrong in the ringing silence, it makes you shrug.

Making a few sips from the glass helps with calming down your nerves.

Maybe it was a bad idea, you think, as you glance at the way he grabs to the railings. His fingers instantly become even paler, and he almost crushes the railings. The exact way he crushed your beautiful marble countertop.

Honestly, you knew, scented candles wouldn't keep him for long—

Yeah, it was definitely a bad idea.

The danger tickles your bare toes, and you put your glass aside, slowly getting up.

"You're not hungry, babe," you go up two steps, exactly the right height to nuzzle your face into his chest. His body is cold and tensed, and you can't help but run your fingers up and down his stomach, hoping to help him relax.

His hand slides around your shoulders automatically, but it means nothing because the way he groans after, shows that he's not over it yet.

"I'm so fucking thirsty you can't even imagine," Seungmin exhales shakily, and you kiss his chest in the place where his heart was beating a long, long time ago.

"He-ey," you go up another step and smile, this time stabbing his neck with your lips. "Focus on me."

It's not easy, but you know you can do this. Spending an eternity together gave you so many keys to him. You studied him hard, with passion, and at some point mastered the art of Kim Seungmin.

"Hey, babe—" you know the blood's taste is still there on your tongue, so you brush it against his lips with anticipation. He can taste it from your lips, right here. No need to kill poor kids that are having fun in your garden. "Kiss me, I know I smell like blood."

You like how his eyes finally fall on your face, his hands slowly going up your hips. Yeah, you want his attention all to yourself. You even feel a pang of jealousy towards those small kids. How dare they make your husband so worked up when it's your job only?

You don't need to ask him twice. Lips pale, kisses hungry, hands on your legs, on your back, on your neck all at the same time, you feel triumph filling your whole body when Seungmin finally falls into your trap.

"Luna—" he pants, picking you up and placing you on the railings.

"She's at Bang's," you murmur, sliding your legs around his waist. "Don't worry, just—" you smile with your little fangs. "Just focus on me."

Maybe you'll be able to prevent a catastrophe today.