heeseung accompanies him to the top of the steps leading down to his basement (just like the end to a real date, hjajdjejh) to bid him goodbye.
"i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?" the older vampire asks, inclining his head.
he nods, smiling brightly. "that would be perfect, hyung. see you, then."
heeseung stares at him, long enough for his smile to start to fall as he wonders what he said wrong, before he feels a pair of soft lips press against the curve of his cheekbone, in a featherlight kiss. he looks back at heeseung, with wide eyes, as the other leans back and straightens up, appearing satisfied. "likewise, jaeyun-ah. have a good evening."
he stays rooted to the spot, as he watches heeseung get into his car, and start the engine before driving off. it's only when the faint cries of the baby one floor up breaks through the silence of the street, does he remember that he's still standing in the open with a cardboard box full of his dead grandmother's things at his feet, along with a paper bag containing his new clothes clutched in his hand.
he picks up the box with his other hand and tucks it under his arm, doing some fancy maneuvering to open the door, and sets them onto the floor. then, he locks the door and turns around to lean against it and sigh like a lovestruck teenage girl. it's only been five minutes since heeseung has left, and yet, he's already starting to feel the absence of his euphoria-inducing presence.
gods, this is so unlike me. what have you done to me, lee heeseung?
in a significantly happier mood than he was in, before heeseung came to pick him up, he settles down in front of the cardboard box with a paper cutter. slashing it twice through the tape sealing it shut, once horizontally and once vertically, he pushes the flaps back, to reveal its contents: a brown leatherbound diary, a wedding ring, an ornate dagger with a bejeweled hilt which looks more like it's for decoration than for any actual use, and a couple of letters, envelopes yellowed with age.
he picks up the diary first. there is something faint engraved on top of its cover, which reads 'to the one i love the most', with a line underneath it, like one of those 'fill in the blanks' questions on a fifth-grade english test. he raises an eyebrow at the inscription, and attempts to slide his finger under the cover to crack it open. key word: attempts.
because the cover doesn't budge at all, as if all the pages have been superglued together. he pulls a bit harder, his confusion growing exponentially, until he catches sight of a soft golden glow emanating from the inscribed words on the cover, like they're trying to gain his attention.
oh. of course. if this is a personal diary, it's probably been magicked shut with a password.
"to the one i love the most," he says, aloud, his brows furrowing. "to the one i- maybe, i should call ji-min noona and ask-"
his mind immediately drifts to heeseung, as his train of thought leads away from karina's number on his phone to the silver haired vampire's mock exasperated expression, back in the blue room. unbidden, his hand creeps up towards his face, and he brushes his fingers softly over the skin bearing the now-invisible touch of heeseung's lips.
to the one i love the most.
could it be?
he hesitantly speaks his grandfather's name aloud, and waits with bated breath.
to his disappointment, nothing happens. in fact, the luminosity of the glowing letters dims, infinitesimally. should he try and write it down, on the blank line? should he-
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too fragile for your love (too strong for your heart)
Fanfictiongetting turned into a vampire, meeting lee heeseung and falling in love didn't seem very much pre-destined, when jake had to examine those incidents with a rational mind. but, as time passed, and danger began to creep around the corner, centuries-ol...
