Little King (Seoksoo)

Joshua

Life was so fucking weird sometimes.

That was the main thought going through Joshua's head as he sat at his kitchen counter, drinking his coffee, the smell of pancakes making his stomach growl. Pancakes that were currently being made by his ancient vampire lover. While his ancient vampire lover's even more ancient—because it turned out that despite looking barely old enough to drink, Jeonghan was older than Seokmin—vampire friend sat on the counter next to the stove, giving imperious orders.

"Don't let them sit too long. You know I like mine a little bit raw," he was demanding.

"And you know I think that is absolutely vile."

"Don't yuck my yum, Seok."

"I do not even know what that means," Seokmin muttered.

"Big surprise. Good thing you met Joshua here when you did. You were way too close to losing complete touch with the human race." Jeonghan threw a wink at Joshua, a flirty grin on his face.

Joshua found that he liked the odd, petite vampire. He may have come off as a little...unhinged...at the bar, but he seemed to genuinely care for Seokmin and was staying in town to help keep Joshua safe. And his caring for Seokmin didn't seem to be in any way romantic, a fact that Joshua was beyond grateful for. He didn't want to even think about competing for Seokmin's affections with a fierce, demonic supermodel.

He didn't want to think about competing for Seokmin's affections at all.

He still wasn't sure what Seokmin saw in him, besides Joshua appealing to his possessive demon. Joshua was just...Joshua. And Seokmin was...so many things. He had lived so many lives. Joshua had barely been living his own.

Until now.

He had woken up wrapped in Seokmin's arms as promised, and the morning had only gotten better from there. Joshua fought a blush as he remembered Seokmin working them both to orgasm with his large, capable hands only hours before.

And now Seokmin was cooking for him again.

"Tell me why you know how to cook again?" Joshua asked. "I don't think being French is enough of a reason, when you've had two hundred years of not needing to eat human food under your belt."

Seokmin glanced back at him over his shoulder with a little smirk that didn't do anything to help Joshua's blush. "Maybe I was preparing for the day I had a sweet human mate to feed, little king."

Jeonghan made a fake retching sound, grimacing dramatically. "Blegh, Seokmin. There's sweet, and then there's saccharine. Spare us, please."

Jeonghan met Joshua's eyes then. "The thing about more or less eternal life, cutie pie, is that it can be incredibly boring. Especially when you don't need to sleep much. It's amazing the things you end up teaching yourself. Seokmin over here"—he gestured with his thumb—"speaks eight languages, cooks an untold variety of cuisines, and—absolute drudge that he is—is a master at chess." He rolled his pale-blue eyes. "Such a cliché."

Joshua was at a bit of a loss. "Eight languages?" He himself could maybe sort of sometimes speak a little Spanish. Badly.

Seokmin stayed facing the stove, focused on the pancakes, but gave a little shrug. "Jeonghan speaks six."

Jeonghan scoffed. "Don't sell me short. I also play five instruments perfectly, I draw beautiful portraits, and I could crochet Joshua a three-piece suit if he wanted me to."

"You...crochet?" Joshua fought back a grin but couldn't quite keep the smile out of his voice.

Jeonghan arched a golden eyebrow at him. "What—needlepoint isn't 'creature of the night' enough for you?"