"I was never that much into guys, let alone posers or vamps.
But he was the real thing and a force to be reckoned with.
And I surrendered without a fight."
Smut, language, sexual themes, mature themes, mild violence, mentions of blood, mentions of...
A/N: When you see this banner, it means the story is told from a third person POV. No, vampires don't share their POV's. 😜
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Jisung watches with an amused smile on his face as Minho watches the vamp.
Said vamp is as expected centre stage, dancing with his entourage. The other patrons on the dance floor give them a wide berth and either try to copy his dance moves or simply watch mesmerized.
"Are you going to talk to him?" The blue haired young man asks the brunet pointedly, echoing their conversation from last week.
Minho looks confused. "What?"
"You are practically drooling over him." Jisung tries to suppress his snickering.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sung." The latter eyes him mischievously, his grin widening.
"Am I going to be the only man in your life, hyung?" He asks teasingly.
He is referring of course to that experimental phase Minho went through in college when he and his best friend over here, spent a whole month drinking and fucking before mutually deciding that it might hurt their friendship. And while Jisung decided that from then on he would indulge in both male and female partners, Minho became strictly a ladies man and an eligible bachelor, much to his mother's delight. She can't stop presenting potential candidates for wives, ever since, in hopes that he will yield to someone's charm and finally get married. He is 28, after all!
Minho begs to differ.
Jisung on the other hand, would love to say that it is a shame and a loss for all those men who will never have a chance to savour The Lee Minho. But his hyung always glares at him for even suggesting such a thing. Oh, well!
Maybe Minho just hasn't met the right guy yet. Or the right vamp... Jisung snickers at the thought, glancing at Minho who is still watching the dark haired beauty move sensually on the dance flloor without a care in the world. Minho doesn't even blink, yeah...
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The night goes something like this: Minho continues to watch the vamp from the shadows while Jisung tries to monopolize the interest of the poser. But Felix seems a little reluctant to leave his friends and follow Jisung to the VIP lounge -an area of the club with its separate bar and dance floor, used by privileged customers who do not want to leave the main hall and miss the action on the main stage. It takes some convincing, before he finally gives in and ends up with the PR manager, on one of the lounge's plush couches.
