romance is dead ❧ q.k | ✔

book one ❧ [xi]

Double checking the house number with the address that Yangyang had texted you, you took a shaky breath. This was definitely it. It was a modest size, probably two bedrooms, if you had to guess from the outside. Definitely not the sort of exceptionally lavish castle that one might think a vampire as old as Kun would have. With a shaky inhale, you raised your fist up and knocked on the sturdy wood door.

It swung open just a second later. You were expecting Kun to still be in his usual academic sort of dress, maybe even the same clothes he'd been in earlier on campus, but instead, he was just in a grey t-shirt and black lounge pants. So he did own casual clothes.

"Hi, Kun," you greeted him as normally as possible, very aware of all the layers to the awkwardness here. You had never been to his place before, he knew that you had never been to his place before, you hadn't been invited over, and he'd just—as Kunhang had so elegantly put it—swerved you earlier, before saying that he was going to keep his distance from you. And now here you were on his doorstep.

"Oh, Y/N, hello." Kun smoothed over his t-shirt habitually, as if he were meaning to fix the tuck of a dress shirt that he wasn't even wearing.

"Sorry, uhm, I promise Yangyang sent me. I'm not... uh, yeah."

He stepped back, holding the door open wider. "Please, come in."

With your own promise to Kunhang playing in the back of your mind, you walked inside. "Thanks."

"So, what does Yangyang need?" Kun kept talking as he guided you further into his home, and you looked around, eyes hungrily drinking in every detail.

It seemed like the one thing Kun had never studied was interior design. His home was a maximalist mishmash of stuff he had accumulated throughout his long life. An oil painting in an ornate gold frame hung beside a colorful pop art photograph collage, both above the olive green mid-century couch. In the corner was a desk with several computer monitors, a few pieces of electronics that were unfamiliar to you, and on the wall above it, small panels of LED lights that cycled through the rainbow. It was a lot, but you were charmed, finding yourself wanting to keep looking at everything, ask about every piece. You were sure that they all had some story or memory attached to them.

The two of you slowed to a stop in the living room, and you tore your eyes from the décor back to the vampire with you.

"He said that you weren't answering your phone. Uh, he was worried."

"And he sent you because he was afraid that I might not have answered the door for anybody else." He nodded in understanding.

"W-well yeah, I suppose."

"I wasn't answering his calls because I had my phone on silent. I was busy."

"Oh, sorry. I'll go, you're clearly fine."

"No, Y/N." Kun took a step forward, closing the space between you two. "You're already here, and I don't like the way we left things earlier. Please, stay?"

You gave him an easy, relaxed smile this time. "Sure."

"Thank you." He smiled back, then gestured to the couch. "Sit. Do you want something to drink? Water? I'm afraid my fridge isn't very human-friendly right now, I apologize. If I'd known you were coming I would have—"