BOOK TWO
"Hey, guys—"
"You know, Kunhang, just write a paper about it in your Philosophy of Magic class, because I'm sick of hearing about it," you spat at the gryphon sitting across from you, paying Yangyang—who had just walked up and you had cut off—entirely no attention.
"I'm not even in Philosophy of Magic, so—" Kunhang shot back, giving you a smug look.
Yangyang's bright smile turned to a look of 'yikes' as he pivoted on his heel, presumably to make a break from what he had just walked into. Except Ten's hand darted out to latch onto his forearm and yank him down into a chair at the table.
"Oh, no you don't," the siren said through gritted teeth. "This is your fault, you're going to suffer through it with the rest of us."
"My fault? How? I just got here."
Dejun leaned in from across the table, "They're debating the ethics of blood drinking. Or, Kunhang is at least trying to."
"And he's about fifty years late to it in modern academia at least," Sicheng snorted softly, bringing the straw of his drink up to his mouth.
"That's also like the first assignment you get in every Intro to MCS class ever." Yangyang ripped open a ketchup packet to begin squirting it all over his fries. "Why is he—"
All of his friends who weren't currently hurtling verbal vitriol at each other instead gave him a very frank, pointed look. The witch trailed off.
"Oh. Right." He picked up a fry that had gotten a bit too much ketchup on it, watching as a glob of the red condiment dripped off it before biting it in half.
You, meanwhile, were this fucking close to storming out of the student union building and keying Kunhang's car. You weren't one for violence, but you absolutely were one for vandalism and property damage. And it would be so goddamn cathartic to key his car right about now. After all, this wasn't the first, nor second, nor even third time that he had tried to philosophize and/or debate you out of your relationship.
Speaking of, you spotted a familiar figure approaching your table, one that was able to dissolve just enough tension and malice from your body in that moment that you decided to save keying Kunhang's car for another day.
"Oh! Kun!" You lifted your hand to give him a small wave, despite the fact that you definitely knew that he had both seen and smelled you, and was already headed straight for you.
Kunhang noticeably clenched his jaw and shifted back in his seat, clearly upset at your discussion being interrupted. Thankfully, he generally had the decency to not do all this in front of your boyfriend.
Kun offered an enchanting smile as he approached, first picking one of your hands up to kiss the back of it as always, then he pecked your cheek. "Hello, Y/N."
"Hi, Kun." Your gaze followed him as he walked around behind you to take the empty seat you'd saved for him in between you and Dejun.
"Good afternoon, everybody," the vampire nodded to your other friends.
A chorus of 'Hey, Kun's came from around the table, save for the gryphon across from you. You stared him down angrily, but he refused to make eye contact with you.
"Did you get held up or something?" You turned your focus to your boyfriend instead, referencing his unusual tardiness to your friend group's typical late-lunch meetup.
"I had to speak with my professor about a recent test grade. It turns out he entered it in the electronic gradebook wrong. I didn't expect it to take so long, I'm sorry, my love, I should have texted you to let you know I was going to be late."
"Kun, it's okay," you reassured him, taking his hand in yours and resting them on your lap. "It was just a few minutes."
"Sucks about your grade, though," Yangyang added, then stuffing three fries in his mouth at once.
"It's been corrected, so no harm done." Kun had an easy smile on his face as he conversed, one that you were happy to see more and more.
"Why even correct it?" Kunhang huffed from his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're going to live forever, what do grades even matter? You can just take the class again, right? Get another degree, you can get a million degrees, I'm sure you already have a hundred or two. What does this one little grade even matter? What does any of this even matter to you? What do any of us even matter to you?"
"Kunhang, stop it!" You snapped, your grip tightening on Kun's hand. You knew where that line of questioning was going, or had already gone implicitly. So what did you matter to Kun, then? But you already knew plenty about Kun's view on life, both the finite and his eternal one, and how much he treasured everything he had now and looked forward to all the changes that were yet to come. Kunhang, of course, knew nothing about that, because this was so far the closest thing he'd had to a real conversation with the vampire since you and Kun had officially started dating.
"This was my midterm test grade, which is a significant portion of the class's overall grade as this professor only gives three grades: midterm, final, and final paper. If I had to repeat the class, it would affect my current plan to graduate next semester with Y/N and begin my master's next fall." Kun, who you would've sworn was an actual angel if not for the red eyes, calmly answered only his first question.
"Y/N, seriously? You have life plans with a—"
You finally felt something fully snap inside of you, letting go of Kun's hand to slam both of your palms on the table and stand up out of your chair. "Just shut the fuck up, Kunhang! You're not him! You know that, right? You're not him, so just stop it already!"
Kunhang's nostrils flared as he stared you right back down, his grey eyes swirling like storm clouds. Then he grabbed his backpack off the ground and stormed out of the student union, knocking his chair so far back in his haste that it hit a student sitting at the table behind you.
You were still rooted to the same spot, your hands flat against the table, leaning over it, your eyes glued to the doors that the gryphon had left through. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, feeling the anger tingling in the tips of your fingers and your toes like electricity.
"Do you... want to talk about it?" Ten asked quietly, hesitantly.
"No," you answered flatly, grabbing your own bag and taking off in the opposite direction.
Hot tears were already pricking at your eyes before you pushed open the door to leave the building, and you couldn't even make it to the sidewalk that wrapped around the main block of campus before the tears gathering in your vision made it too hard to see.
You stopped at a bench, looking around hopefully and letting out a rather pitiful, "Kun?"
He emerged from the crowd of students just a moment later, relief flashing across his face for a moment before a deep line set between his brows again as he came to sit beside you. You immediately buried your face in his neck, and he wrapped his arms around you, resting a hand on the back of your head.
"There you are, my love," he murmured. "I'm sorry I was late again."
You let out a strangled giggle into the material of his sweatervest at that. Turning your head so your words wouldn't be so muffled, you joked, "It's okay, I was kind of running away."
"Still, I should be faster than you."
"Mm, good point."
You were still crying, the tears falling down your cheeks one after another. But you didn't want to keep crying on campus with the sounds of other people walking by. While you certainly weren't the first person to cry on this bench—nor would you be the last—you didn't want to prolong your stint there any longer.
"Kun?" You mumbled his name.
"Yes, Y/N?"
"Can you take me home please?"
"Of course."
"Your home," you clarified.
He shifted to hold you just a bit tighter to him. "Of course, my love."
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Fanfictionin which there's a mix-up with a love potion, and you suddenly find yourself being courted by a several-hundred-year-old vampire ; fluff, modern magical creatures au, fantasy au, college au, vampire kun, human reader, ft. various other magical weish...