romance is dead ❧ q.k | ✔

book one ❧ [x]

"So... how are... things?" Kunhang asked tersely, sitting on the porch swing that he and Yangyang had on their balcony. You'd called him after your last class that day, begging him to let you come over.

You leaned against the balcony railing, taking a deep breath—

"That doesn't sound good."

—and let out something between a groan and a screech.

"That really doesn't sound good." The gryphon picked up his blue Gorgonade that was sitting on the side table. "Care to share, Y/N?"

"You were right..." You mumbled, burying your face in your hands.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"You were right, okay? Happy, Kunhang? You were right! You know me and my stupid soft little heart too damn well, and you were fucking right!"

"Woah." He held his hands up defensively. "Sorry, I genuinely didn't hear you, you kinda muffled yourself. Uh, I'm going to take a guess that this is about Kun?"

"Yes..." You whined. "I almost kissed him today, Kunhang!"

"Y/N!"

"And you want to know the worst part?"

"That's not the worst part?" He asked, horror on his features.

"No, it's not! The worst part, is that the only reason I didn't is because he stopped me!" You bemoaned dramatically, squeezing your eyes shut against the embarrassment as you replayed the horrifying moment over again in your head.

Kun had found you again in a break between your classes. The two of you were just sitting on a shaded bench under a tree in a more secluded area of campus, chatting. You were just talking about nonsense, telling him about the lecture you'd just come from, how it was actually the one math class you had this semester that you liked. And Kun was just listening, and you were sitting so close to him, and Kun was looking at you like you were everything to him, and the next thing you knew, you were leaning in closer and closer to him. Then he ducked his head away from you at the last second, and you were rocketed back to your senses as you realized what you almost did.

"Oh God— Y/N!" Kunhang looked like he was about to pass out.

You covered your face again. "I know..."

"Why did he, you know, swerve you?"

"He said..." You sighed, looking up at the sky. "He said that he didn't think it was fair, to me."

"To you?"

"Yes, because I was... 'falling for him under false pretenses' since his behavior is being influenced by the love potion and not genuine feelings for me. And he thought that it was best for me, if he kept his distance for the duration of the potion." Hot tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you repeated his words bitterly. You weren't mad at him, you were mad at yourself. God, you felt so fucking stupid.

Kunhang's jaw was on the floor. "You— you were rejected... by someone high on love potion."

"I think I'm officially the most pathetic person on the planet." You plopped down on the bench swing next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest.

Your friend scooted over to you, and you felt the familiar, comforting weight of his arm around your shoulders and a wing nestling over you. "No, you're not. There's nothing pathetic about being able to connect with people as openly and freely as you do, Y/N."

You dropped your head onto his shoulder, bringing a hand up to harshly wipe at the tears threatening to spill over. "There's really nothing pathetic about crying over a vampire that I've known for six days?"

That gave the gryphon a moment's pause as he seemed to be seriously considering your question. Finally, he answered confidently, "Nah. Pathetic would be crying over a vampire you've only known for five days. Six days, you're in the clear."

That did make you choke out a little giggle, and he gave your head a couple pats.

The door to the patio was suddenly thrown open, and you jumped in your seat, whipping around to see who it was. Which you couldn't do at first, as Kunhang had instinctually blocked you from the intruder—which always reminded you of a soccer mom throwing out her arm when slamming on the brakes of her minivan a little too hard—so all you could see were grey feathers. Yangyang just ran around the gryphon's wing to skid to a stop in front of you two, panicked eyes landing on you.

"Y/N!" He pointed at you almost accusatorily.

"Yangyang!" You imitated his tone, pointing right back at him.

"Have you heard from Kun today?"

You exchanged a look with Kunhang. "Uh, I saw him on campus, but not since then. Why?"

"When was that?"

"I don't know, one, maybe?"

Yangyang checked the time on his phone anxiously. "Five hours ago?"

"Yeah, I guess." You were growing uneasy with each passing second. "Yangyang, what's going on?"

"Kun's not picking up the phone, or replying to my texts. And he's like... neurotic about that stuff, you know."

You were aware of Kun's tendency to reply to texts in an extremely timely fashion, and always call back on the rare occasion that he missed a call from someone. A frown grew on your face. "How long has it been?"

"I first called him... at three, because he was done with classes by then. But I've just gotten radio silence all day."

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, anxiety kept mounting inside you.

Kunhang spoke up. "Did you do something to piss him off maybe?"

"No. And I would know, he has no problem telling me." Yangyang ran a hand through his hair, then focused a pleading look on you. "Y/N, do you think you could go check on him?"

"No." The gryphon answered for you.

"Dude—"

You added, "I've never been to his place, I don't even know where it is."

"I'll give you the address!"

"I'm not going to go over there uninvited." You were still arguing but felt your resolve waning fast.

"He's madly in love with you, this will be more like a great surprise for him!"

"Yangyang, cut it out," Kunhang told him off.

The witch tilted his head in confusion. "Am I missing something?"

"No, just go over there yourself if you're so worried. Y/N's not your personal errand girl."

"If he's not even picking up my calls, there's no way he'll open the door for me. Y/N, on the other hand..."

"Liu Yangyang, have you ever heard of the word no? Just fuck off for—"

"Kunhang," you interrupted him, bracing yourself for that venom to be turned on you for what you were about to say. "Thank you, but I-I am going to go over. Yangyang's right, that's not like Kun, I want to check on him."

The gryphon blinked at you in disbelief. "You really think that's a... good idea?"

You offered him an uneasy smile. "I'm just going to make sure he's alive. Or... undead, or whatever. I won't even go in, just see if he comes to the door."

Kunhang just gave you a look that clearly conveyed his disapproval of this idea.