Your Vanilla Scent (Junhao)

Jun

Jun was even more of a hopeless case than he'd thought.

Because one would think, now that he had Myungho in his life in a real way—in his house, in his hands, in his fucking mouth—Jun would be able to stay away from the coffee shop, but apparently no. Not at all.

He'd had one night alone without contact from Myungho—no texts, no immediate prospects of seeing him again—and Jun was once again resorting to stalker behavior.

And not only was he walking through that obnoxiously ringing door, but he was for some reason holding on to a little box, one he felt more than a bit foolish for bringing. But he couldn't seem to help himself.

All in all, the chime of the bell over Death by Coffee's front door sounded out like an accusation.

But Jun couldn't beat himself up for too long because then there was Myungho, looking absurdly adorable in some sort of corduroy overall number over a fuzzy purple sweater, staring off into space over the cash register. The majority of the café's tables had people sitting at them, but there was no line—possibly because Jun had deliberately chosen a time when he'd been hoping there would be a lull at the café—and it didn't take long for Myungho to notice him, breaking out into one of his beaming smiles, waving enthusiastically as Jun approached. "Jun! Hello! You're here! How nice."

"Hey, kitten," Jun said, resisting the urge to grin back at him like a maniac. Still, he was feeling magnanimous enough, now that he had Myungho in his sights again, to shoot a nod of acknowledgment at Alicia, manning the espresso machine.

Myungho placed his hands first on the counter, then on his register, then fiddled with the clasp on his overalls. "I've missed you, and it's only been a day. Isn't that funny?"

Jun's heart clenched at Myungho's casual admission. Maybe that was why his own words came out easier than he would have expected. "I missed you too, kotyonok."

Myungho unclasped and then reclasped the button on his shoulder. "Really?" he asked, an uncharacteristic shyness in his voice.

Jun noticed then that up close, Myungho looked a little...different. Dimmed, somehow, even with the clear delight he felt at Jun's arrival.

Jun placed his box on the counter, leaning in. "Hey, are you okay?"

Myungho shrugged, still fiddling with the button on his overalls. "I've just been a little stressed. It's been...stressful."

Jun had no idea what "it" would be regarding. The café? Something with Myungho's friends? Jun? "You want to talk about it?"

Myungho's brow furrowed, just the slightest bit, and he released his overall strap, instead poking at one of the bags of coffee beans at the counter. What came out of his mouth next was not what Jun was anticipating. "I think we should have penetrative sex."

The air punched out of Jun's chest. How was Myungho always doing that to him? The admittedly sheltered vampire had next to zero sexual experience, zero flirtation game, yet he was always so easily pulling the rug out from under Jun, leaving him feeling desperate and wanting like no one ever had.

Instead of answering with the Fuck yes, we should thrumming under his skin, Jun rubbed at the back of his neck, still concerned with the strange nonverbal signals he was getting. "Is that, uh— Is that what's been stressing you out?"

Myungho flapped a hand in the air. "Unrelated. But I think we should. We definitely should do that. Soon. Tonight." He punctuated the last statement with a sharp nod before his lips twisted into a thoughtful frown. "Wait...no. I have family dinner tonight. Tomorrow, then." Then he was looking up through his lashes at Jun, biting his lip. "Unless you don't want to?"