romance is dead ❧ q.k | ✔

book two ❧ [ii]

At Kun's house, you were sat on his plush olive-green couch, your knees pulled up to your chest as you blew on a mug of hot tea that he had just handed you. Both of you were fresh out of a nice relaxing bath, with comfy clothes on courtesy of your boyfriend, who had also insisted on making you a cup of calming tea. You did make him promise that it wasn't one of those spiked blends that witches sold. He assured you it was just regular old chamomile that you could pick up at a human supermarket.

Kun sat down beside you, resting an arm along the back of the couch behind you. You continued listlessly staring at the surface of the tea, watching the ripples on the surface as you blew across it.

"Kunhang wasn't even my best friend first, you know?" You said abruptly into the quiet.

Kun took it in stride, asking curiously, "Whose was he, then?"

"My brother's."

"Your... brother's..." He repeated slowly, and you knew exactly what he was thinking about: when he had met your immediate family just a few weeks ago, your mom and dad. No siblings.

"Yeah, Kunhang's family lived across the street. They were inseparable growing up. It was practically like having two big brothers," you recalled fondly, a bittersweet smile playing across your lips for a moment before it fell off completely at what was coming next. "Then after the funeral, Kunhang and I would check up on each other. Calls, texts, getting lunch, 'wow you're graduating already I can't believe you've gotten so big,' and we just kind of never stopped."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." Kun ran a gentle, cool knuckle up your cheek to catch a stray tear. You grabbed his hand to hold it instead, giving it a tight squeeze.

"What are you apologizing for?" You sniffled, a hint of playfulness in your tone as you echoed the words he'd said to you when he'd told you about his parents' passing.

"Isn't that what you say? I'm sorry for your loss?" He murmured back, clearly aware of the same déjà vu, but with no sense of irony or humor to the words.

"Yeah, I am too." You finally took a sip of the tea, and immediately let out a hiss. Too hot still. "Anyway, I actually think everyone was expecting that Kunhang and I were going to end up together but he's just... it's not like that. And I think he thinks his job is to be my brother now. To watch over me since... my brother can't anymore."

"'You're not him...'" Kun repeated in recognition.

"I know... that probably hurt him a lot." You gnawed on your bottom lip regretfully as you imagined the kind of pain those words must have put your friend through. "But I wish he could just get it through his stupid bird brain that he doesn't have to do that. All I need him to be is my friend."

Kun rubbed his thumb over yours tenderly. "Have you told him that?"

"No, no I haven't," you admitted, reluctantly realizing that you unfortunately weren't entirely faultless in this. Or, at least that you could be doing much more to patch things up instead of expecting Kunhang to just read your mind.

"Maybe try that?" He suggested.

"Okay, yeah. You're right." You lifted the mug to your lips once more, then immediately spat the tea back out. "God, Kun! Did you get the water for this from the surface of the fucking Sun? What the fuck?!"

"The Sun is far too hot to maintain liquid water," he deadpanned, earning a frank glare from you.

"You're hilarious. You and Kunhang should do stand-up together if he ever gets the mile-long stick out of his ass."

"He should see a doctor about that."

You shifted forward to set the mug down on the ornately carved cherry wood coffee table. "Don't worry, I'm going to take care of it tomorrow."

"You're such a Good Samaritan."

Kun enveloped you in his arms as you turned around to wrap yours around him, resting your head on his chest. He laid the both of you down on the couch, pulling a blanket down off the back to lay it over you. You liked laying like this, because despite everyone else telling you that vampires were technically dead, when you and Kun were like this, you could hear him breathing in and out—and yes maybe that was just for him to keep track of smells like the apex predator he technically was, but it's not like you didn't do the same thing; take an extra deep inhale when you were here, wearing his clothes, in his home, being held by him. And you could hear something beating in his chest, too. What was it pumping, to where, and for what purpose, you didn't know, or really care. All you knew was that despite it all, Kun was right here, with you, and you could hear that, feel that, know that, and know that he always would be, even after you were gone.

"Kun?" You looked up at him, your chest getting warm and tight when you realized that he had already been gazing down at you.

"Yes?" He traced your jawline with one finger seemingly absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Kiss me?"

"Ah, how could I resist?" He tilted your chin up as he bent his neck to connect his cool lips with your warm ones.