BloodBound Trinity

7

The night wore on, and Seonghwa, wrapped in the warmth of San and Hongjoong’s embrace, found himself drifting in and out of a peaceful haze. Their comforting touches had melted away any remaining tension, and for once, Seonghwa didn’t feel the weight of the past hanging over him.

San traced gentle patterns along Seonghwa’s arm, while Hongjoong absentmindedly played with his hair. It was these moments that reminded Seonghwa how lucky he was to have them by his side.

Seonghwa: (sleepily) "I love you both so much."

San chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa’s forehead.

San: "We know, baby. And we love you more."

Hongjoong grinned, leaning in to brush his lips against Seonghwa’s cheek.

Hongjoong: "We’ll never stop reminding you, either."

Seonghwa smiled, feeling completely at ease. But just as he began to relax further, a faint whisper, like a soft breeze through an open window, echoed through the room. It was so quiet that Seonghwa wasn’t sure if he’d heard it at all. He opened his eyes slightly, his senses now on high alert.

Seonghwa: (frowning) "Did you hear that?"

San and Hongjoong both paused, looking at him with concern.

San: "Hear what?"

Seonghwa sat up slowly, the content warmth of moments ago replaced by a sudden chill. He glanced around the room, his vampire senses sharpening as he tried to pick up on anything unusual.

Seonghwa: (softly) "A whisper... I thought I heard something."

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed as he followed Seonghwa’s gaze around the room.

Hongjoong: "I didn’t hear anything. But if something’s off, we’ll check it out."

San placed a calming hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder, though his expression was no longer as relaxed as before. He could sense Seonghwa’s unease, and if there was something—or someone—lurking in the shadows, they weren’t going to ignore it.

San: "Stay here for a second. We’ll take a look."

Despite Seonghwa’s desire to stay snuggled in their arms, the whisper had unsettled him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching them. His boyfriends were quick to act, standing up and scanning the room.

Hongjoong moved toward the window, checking to make sure it was locked while San inspected the other corners of the room.

San: "Everything seems fine, Hwa."

But Seonghwa wasn’t convinced. There was a tingling at the back of his neck, something deeper than just paranoia. It was the same feeling he had when the shadows of his past began to creep too close.

He stood up, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the silence of the room. It wasn’t just the usual quiet of the night—it was too still, like something was deliberately holding its breath, waiting to strike.

Seonghwa: "Something’s here. I can feel it."

San and Hongjoong exchanged a glance. They trusted Seonghwa’s instincts implicitly, knowing that he was often the most sensitive to the presence of danger. They quickly moved to his side, their protective instincts kicking in.

Hongjoong: (serious) "Whatever it is, we’ll handle it. Together."

Seonghwa nodded, taking comfort in their presence. But as he stood between his boyfriends, his senses heightened, he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was watching them wasn’t just an ordinary threat. It was something older, something that had followed him for longer than he wanted to admit.

Seonghwa: "It’s not going to leave us alone. Not tonight."

San stepped closer, his voice firm but calm.

San: "Then we’ll make sure it knows who it’s dealing with."

Hongjoong smirked, his confidence unshaken even in the face of uncertainty.

Hongjoong: "Whoever—or whatever—it is, they’re about to learn that messing with you means messing with all of us."

Seonghwa smiled at their unwavering support, but deep down, he knew this was only the beginning. The whispers in the night were a warning, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to face what was coming.

But with San and Hongjoong by his side, he knew he wouldn’t have to face it alone.