Minsung Oneshots

Insecurity is Red, Jisung is Blue

  "Sung, I thought I told you to stop bringing me these." Minho scolds Jisung.

  The latter purses his lips and looks down at the ziplock bag halfway filled with his blood. When Jisung looks back up, Minho's expression softens subconsciously. The orangey yellow tones of the street lamps illuminate the younger's face in such a way that makes his skin look like it's glowing; so smooth.

  "Well, that's on you for thinking I would listen. You should know me by now." Jisung tries hard to suppress the smirk creeping up to his lips. Minho furrows his eyebrows at his counterpart's muted amusement.

  "I don't find this funny, Jisung. And I hate that you keep hurting yourself for me. I don't want you to keep doing this."

  Minho reaches out for the younger's hand, which is tapping nervously on his thigh. Thick bandage wrap divides both boys' hands. Dark splotches of red decorate the palm of the bandage. Minho sighs at the warm feeling of Jisung's bloody hand in his. The smell is so strong, and Minho is doing his best not to react. However, based on the way the older's pupils continuously spasm while caught in the other's gaze, Jisung knows how much he'd love a taste of his blood right now.

  "Why won't you just let me help you? I know you care about my health, Minho. I do, too. I'm not carelessly draining myself because I feel like I'm obligated to. I'm deliberately giving you safe amounts of my blood because I want to feed you. I hate seeing how tired and weak you get after days without eating. So, please, stop worrying." Halfway through Jisung's rant, he had placed a light hand on Minho's pale cheek, now dusted with faint pink.

  So the latter just nodded, knowing he wouldn't be capable of changing the stubborn human's mind. He still thinks bad of it, though. The one he loves most periodically slices his palm or wrist or sometimes thigh to drain himself of "safe amounts of blood" just for his boyfriend to enjoy. How could that ever sit right with Minho? The older has repeatedly told Jisung to stop giving him his own blood; pleading, scolding, every once in while yelling at Jisung to pick up some sense and use it. But the younger never listens, and Minho is starting to doubt that he ever will.

  "Fine, but I'm only taking this bag because I love and trust you. After this, I'm serious about you draining yourself. If you keep doing it, I'm gonna stop coming to visit you at night." Jisung nods compliantly and hands the plastic bag over to Minho.

  Although Jisung acts like he understands, Minho knows in the back of his mind that Jisung has absolutely no plan of stopping. Minho also knows that he can't keep himself away from his one and only for too long without feeling abysmally forlorn. So no matter what, Jisung will always win.

  Minho looks sadly at the blood bag in his palm, then back to the younger's irrefutable eyes. He knows what the other wants from him, but it feels so...wrong.

  "Honey, I'll save this for when I get home. I'm not getting blood all over my face in fr-" Jisung pulls a metal straw from his pocket before the older could continue.

  "I thought you might say that, so I came prepared. I know you think it's bad for me to watch you enjoy blood, but I really do love seeing the satisfaction on your face. Please, just drink it. For me?" Minho subtley grimaces at the straw between Jisungs fingers, teetering between taking the utensil or knocking it on the floor, dismayed by the very suggestion.

  Apparently, Minho's love for Jisung is incredibly strong because without another second of hesitation, the former snatched the straw and stuck it through the top of the bag. But when Minho put his lips on the metal, a sudden guilt flooded his throat and stomach. Those beautiful, innocent eyes starring at him are about to witness the near pinicle of Minho's true nature. What's more vampire-esque than watching one of those monsters drink the blood of his loved one. He takes his lips off of the straw, and Jisung frowns.

  "What's wrong, hyung? I told you I'm ok with seeing it. I want to see-" Minho places a finger over the other's lips, stumping his last-ditch plea.

  "Go home, my love. I'll see you tomorrow night." Shadows appear across Minho's face as he casts his head downward.

  Slowing, the immortal backs away from Jisung in the direction of the nearest alleyway. Of course, the latter follows suit in front. But when Minho's heel meets the horizon of shine and shadow, Jisung is too slow to catch him before the vampire's body is submerged in the darkness between the buildings. The younger reaches his arm out into the alleyway, settling beside his frame once more with nothing in grasp.

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This trope was requested by a friend. So if you enjoyed it, then that friend is the one to blame. I hope this wasn't too cliche. :/ I've seen many movies with the same conflict, so I pulled inspiration from them.

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