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Yeosang interrupts Wooyoung's peace

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Vampire AU

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Wooyoung's peace was precious, it was untouchable, it was necessary. The vampire liked to relax in the library or meditate quietly in one of the rooms of the mansion, away from the noise and the sun.

Wooyoung liked the silence when he read the newspaper or some old document of his interest, he appreciated when nobody bothered him while he looked at the objects in the basement.

But Yeosang didn't like to abide by this vampire rule. He liked being on top of Wooyoung, always trying to see what he was doing. Those who did not know him would say many bad things about him, but Yeosang only wanted to get closer to the black-haired man, although his method was very annoying for the other.

"Yeosang, could you stop ... touching" the other's hands were painted in purple ink, thanks to the fact that he had pestered an old typewriter to death, "Look how you left the floor."

"Is this thing cursed or something? It is impossible for a normal typewriter to make this mess" he closed and spread his hands, staining more, "Why is the ink purple? "

"It is only purple because it has been in contact with something that is not paper" with a handkerchief he tried to wipe the blond's hands, his gaze remained on the other's hands, "And yes, it is haunted, it was a gift for Mingi."

"Oh shit, please don't tell him."

"And why would I do that?" He raised an eyebrow as he made sure to wipe the other's wrist, "Emperor Napoleon the third, he gave it to him on one of his trips."

"Wooyoungie, that was centuries ago, he doesn't even use it!" he pouted and brought his face closer to the black-haired man, "He didn't even come down here, don't tell him anything so no one will listen to his drama, yes?"

"Anyway, he will realize when he sees your hands and dyed clothes" he smiled slightly when he heard the other curse, he looked up and began to carefully wipe the cheek that had ink drops, "Seonghwa will discover you too."

"Still don't say anything, Woo" he approached and rubbed his nose against the other's, Wooyoung only rolled his eyes when the other purred, "I'll do anything for you."

"Will you stop yelling when I'm meditating?" the other shook smiling and then lowering his nose and rubbing it delicately on the older man's neck, Wooyoung just put the dirty cloth aside, "Will you at least stop interrupting when I try to teach the new one our traditions?"

"You know that Yunho can always go with San, he is the creator of him" he spread kisses all over the other's neck, "You also know that you adore that I see you, it has always been like that."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes again as he felt like the other's hands were holding his waist. Yeosang's kisses were rising until they both connected their lips, the movement was calm on the part of both. The black-haired man brought the other closer to deepen the kiss, running his tongue over the other's mouth and making sure he was in control.

Yeosang changed the position of his hands to have them on the other's neck, bringing them closer, he smiled when they parted and Wooyoung began to kiss his neck.

"Oh, here you are, I had been looking for you" Jongho entered and was not shocked by the scene in front of him, it was not the first time he saw one of them making out, "Do you know where Hongjoong-hyung's canvases are?"