Euphoria

epilogue - what have you done?

"Hey, Y/N, when are you ever gonna introduce us to your new boyfriend?" Your friend nudges you as you walk down the streets. "He's quite the sucker for you, isn't he?"

Her comment is followed by her own loud laughter, and you huff, crossing your arms. She's one of the few who know you're dating a vampire, and by the teasing expression on her face, she's more than fine with it. Or at least she is now - when you'd first told her, she'd threatened to fight Jeongguk for putting you in so much danger. You'd advised her against it - a fight with a vampire who dabbled in martial arts was not one that she, a tiny teenage girl armed with nothing but a mean uppercut, would win.

"I swear, if you continue making puns like that, I'm going to introduce you to Jin. His dad jokes are as bad as yours. You'd love him."

She brightens a little at the thought of your annoying roommate. "Ooh, you told me about him. He's the pretty one, right?" You nod, and she crinkles her nose. "But he's so old."

You shake your head in mirth. (Aigoo, you can hear Seokjin's voice complain in your head, just because I'm borderline thirty and you're barely seventeen doesn't make me old!) "Don't ever let him hear that. You'd boost his ego and break it down in the same sentence." You don't mention that he's a witch who could legally turn people into frogs if he wanted to.

Both of you laugh. Sobering, she looks towards the bus stop ahead of you, then back at her watch. "Crap! I'm gonna miss the bus!"

"Oh, darling." For some reason, she's always on the verge of missing the bus, but always manages to snag the last seat. This time is no different, as she waves goodbye before dashing off, skidding to a halt just before the vehicle. You wave, watching as the night swallows her up.

She wasn't wrong to voice her concerns about Jeongguk - like most, she had believed that he was a soulless killer, an undead monster of flesh and bone. When you'd first told her about your new vampire boyfriend, she was worried - isn't he going to suck your blood, drain you dry, and not feel a thing? He's a vampire, how could he possibly be good for you?

But she was wrong about him, dead wrong.

(Heh, dead wrong. Your friends must be rubbing off on you if you're making puns now.)

You're eighteen, and sometimes nobody really takes you seriously, but you're the only one who truly sees him for who he really is. They see a feral beast, fangs dripping red with blood, the stuff of nightmares and horror films. You see bunny cheeks and a toothy grin, things that make you happy.

But sure, he's capable of being dangerous too.

He's a hazard to your concentration - everywhere you go, you can see his sultry blue eyes flashing at the forefront of your mind. When you're with him, you can hear his seductive voice whisper sweet nothings into your ear, smooth like the purest of velvet. It drives you insane, how he likes to pin you down, burning a trail down your bare skin with his icy touch, how it leaves you trembling and begging for more every time.

It's almost crazy, really, how he's so bad, but so good only for you.

He's got that boyish look that you've always been obsessed with, a baby face painted with a perfect mixture of charming and dorky. He treats you so well, always putting your needs before his own. He's so in love with you it's got your heartbeat skipping every time he whispers it into your skin.

When you're with him, it feels like a new era of your life has begun. When you're with him, it feels like home.

He's like a drug, ever so addicting, taking you to a new high every time. You love the way he says your name as your bodies lie tangled under the covers, your legs clamped around his back, his hot mouth on your skin. He gazes at you like you are the stars in the sky. Sometimes, he sinks his fangs into the skin of your neck, over the scars of the past, claiming you as his until the end of time.

A shadow melts away from the rest, revealing itself to be Jeon Jeongguk, the love of your life, the Edward to your Bella, the cause of your euphoria.

"Hey Y/N," he breathes, looking at you like he hasn't seen you in years when in reality, he saw you this morning.

A smile curves onto your lips. Your boyfriend is a complete and utter dork, but you love him for it. "Guk."

His lips meet yours halfway when he bends down and you stand on your tiptoes. You can feel him smiling into the kiss - it's chaste, but loving. When he pulls away, both of you are grinning like fools.

The full moon shines high in the sky above you, and you can hear a dog howl faintly in the distance.

Suddenly, the night doesn't seem quite so dark and lonely anymore.

a/n: and that's it! yes that is a shameless self-cameo i am the friend with terrible puns because i am the friend with terrible puns and y/n is based off 

hope you guys enjoyed the read!