↱KISS YOU TOO↲ ⇾hyunlix⇽

Choice

The shop hasn't changed.

Felix got a berating from Chan as soon as he had set foot into the study, fingers gripping at his collar and demanding answers to why Felix hadn't been answering his calls for the entirety of the night; how he was so, so scared that Felix had gone on another blood rampage.

Between lashing bites of his advisor and friend, Felix manages to formulate a somewhat believable tale of getting lost in the woods to think about the case, to which Chan visibly calms upon hearing. He sends the blue-haired man off with some sticky notes he had swiped from the midnight market next to Minho's place, promising to let him know whenever he has a new update on his target.

His target, who was sitting under one of those silly, frilled parasols lined with lace trim and bowties and looking unfairly adorable for being a monster who could tear apart throats at a moment's notice.

Felix swallows down a breath as Hyunjin shifts in their seat, eyes trained on those too-familiar features.

High cheekbones dusted with a flush of pink. Lips pursed as the vampire scans their surroundings before settling their gaze back on the blood bank, fiddling with a string on their hoodie.

In any other circumstance, Felix would have already made a move on the unsuspecting vamp, then leaving the vamp there to process the whirlwind which in Lee Felix.

However, this was different, and Felix's throat feels drier than the material of his cargo pants, obnoxious camouflage pattern making him scowl as he looks back.

Fuck this. Fuck him and his stupid heart, which was threatening to beat out of his chest, to rip itself from the confines of his body and soar over to the pretty vamp perched under an umbrella at dusk, the shadows concealing the small parts of skin left uncovered by their hoodie and sweatpants.

"A useless bottom," Changbin rolled his eyes, placing the books back onto shelves, mumbling out the stuck-on serial numbers.

"...I'm sorry?"

"You heard me loud and clear, Lix," The elder smirks, dusting off another book that looked larger than the advisor's head. "Just talk to him."

"Fuck you, Changbin," Felix growls, watching a waiter place an empty cup onto Hyunjin's table before scurrying away, the vamp giving them a smile brighter than the sun before fishing around in their pockets, producing a small bag filled with dark, dark liquid.

Blood.

Felix lets out a noise halfway between gasp and yelp, and Hyunjin's ears seem to visibly perk up, eyes darting around the shop.

"Who's there?"

For a minute, Felix hesitated. Considered staying quiet, coming back another time so that he's had more time to collect his head, his thoughts. Considered heading back to his dorm and Chan's study so that he could possibly choke Chan and then beg for them to change to case to someone else, hand it to a stranger who doesn't know Hwang Hyunjin and his stupidly big heart that couldn't take  blood by bite for the first week and had to resort to sippy cups so the vamp didn't throw up at the sight of blood.

The same vamp in front of him now, halfway through pouring out blood from a bag into a delicate teacup and frowning at the decorative bushes around the shop, nostrils flaring to detect a scent.

Before Felix can turn away, his traitorous tongue betrays him:

"You can't smell me like that, y'know?"

A pause. Felix could almost picture Hyunjin's eyes narrowing, the crunch of dead leaves prominent behind him, a sign that Hyunjin had gotten up.

"If I can't smell you like this..." Hyunjin murmured, seemingly lost in thought. "Are you using another one of those vampire repellents? The blinding ones instead of an attack strain?"