the impossible ; chenji

so, that happened

jisung

Jisung was wrong. Feeding was nothing like he'd expected.

He'd thought he would lose control. Go crazy at the first taste, like a starving animal devouring its prey. Chenle's blood was everything he wanted, every drop as mind-bendingly perfect as he knew it would be. But it didn't make Jisung weak. Only more certain, only more in control.

Fangs filled his mouth. Chenle's skin split cleanly under the needle-sharp pressure. He didn't fight — no, he'd pulled Jisung closer, held him there in his arms as Jisung drank him in. And when Jisung was, well, sated, he stopped himself with ease. He felt kind of high. Charged like a battery. Not just with the blood, but with the memory. The world soft and melodic around them. The drumbeat of their hearts, their gentle breath. Chenle's skin against his lips.

It was heaven. Because of the blood, yes. But also because they kissed after. A lot. A lot.

It wasn't what Jisung expected from his first kiss. (Not that he'd expected to kiss Chenle. Not that he hadn't imagined it.) There was no hesitation, there was no finding a rhythm, they were already in sync. The kiss was just like the rest of it. Deep and slow. Soft. (So soft, God, he felt faint.)

He woke up in Chenle's bed. They were sprawled out, above the covers, still in their day-clothes, Chenle's head on Jisung's stomach, Jisung's legs dangling off the bed. And it was barely half an hour before first period. Chenle was still half-asleep, unwilling to move; Jisung wasn't much more conscious. But focussing on the time, avoiding another tardy slip, was easier than acknowledging the post-make-out weirdness already yawning between them. From the first second their eyes met, it was like they both knew — things are never going to be the same.

They were tripping over each other, trying to get ready, running out the door and grabbing their bikes from the garage. A lot of frantic pedalling and wobbly running and they were in their seats and class was in session. Then all Jisung could do was sneak glances and try not to worry about the stony look on Chenle's face.

"We need to talk. Now."

Jisung was about to head to lunch, but Chenle marches past and grabs him by the front of his hoodie. He's wearing his cool sunglasses and one of his mom's scarves wrapped around his neck. They go to the boys' bathroom, and Chenle checks under each stall door before he turns and says, "You're a fucking vampire."

Oh right. That. Jisung was expecting a kiss-related conversation. Or maybe hoping for another kiss.

"Yeah," he says, "that's kind of what I've been telling you."

"How can you be so — so whatever about it? You're a mythical creature. This changes, like, everything about the world as we know it."

"But I haven't really changed, have I? I'm still me."

"That's not— that's not the point!" Chenle flicks off his sunglasses and rubs at his eyes. "Just let me freak out, okay?"

"I was thinking you'd want to — I don't know, talk about other stuff... after last night..."

"Other stuff? What does that mean?"

Jisung blinks. The words feel impossible to say. We kissed. We kissed and it was awesome. Chenle must be thinking the same thing, right? It's not like he could forget what happened — right?

Jisung asks, "How much of last night do you remember?"

"I don't know, most of it? I remember worrying because you looked like shit, asking you to... bite me. You biting me. Then everything gets blurry. Why, what happened?"