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bite me - yeorry

🦇 🐸 genre: fluff?

the title says it all

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The clock on the wall ticked quietly as the evening settled into night, the glow of the city outside casting faint patterns onto the floor of the small shared apartment. Yeojin was curled up on the couch, textbooks spread around her, a half-finished cup of tea cooling on the coffee table. She glanced at the time. 10:47 PM.

Yerim still hadn’t come out of her room.

Yeojin frowned slightly, setting her book aside. It wasn’t like her girlfriend to stay holed up for this long, especially without a word. Normally, Yerim would be the one pestering her with jokes or crawling into her arms with some excuse about being cold or bored. But tonight, silence.

She padded across the wooden floor and gently knocked on Yerim’s door. "Yerimmie? Everything okay?"

A pause. Then a muffled voice. "Yeah. I'm just... resting."

Yeojin didn’t buy it. She opened the door slowly, revealing Yerim hunched over the edge of her bed, her hands gripping her knees tightly. Her skin was pale—paler than usual—and there was a faint, trembling tension in her jaw.

"You're not okay," Yeojin said softly, stepping inside. "What’s wrong?"

Yerim glanced up, her eyes rimmed red.

"I ran out," she whispered. "The blood bags. I thought I had more, but..."

Yeojin's eyes widened slightly. "Wait, you haven’t had anything to drink? Since when?"

"Since last night. I was trying to make them last until the weekend." Yerim clenched her jaw. "I didn’t want to freak you out."

Yeojin sat beside her, taking one of Yerim's cold hands in her own. "Yerim, you should've told me."

Yerim turned to her, a haunted look in her eyes. "I didn’t want to hurt you. I can control it most nights, but right now... it’s getting really bad. My instincts are all over the place."

"Then take it," Yeojin said, almost too fast.

Yerim blinked. "What?"

Yeojin swallowed. Her voice was steadier the second time. "Feed from me. If it helps you feel better, just... do it."

Yerim stared at her in disbelief. "Yeojin, no. I’m not going to put you through that."

"You’re not putting me through anything I’m not willing to do," Yeojin said. She leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair away from Yerim’s face. "I trust you. And I don’t want to see you suffer like this."

Yerim looked torn. Her fangs had already begun to press down from her gums, her pupils dilating. Her instincts were screaming at her to take the offer, but her heart resisted. "What if I lose control? What if I take too much?"

"Then I’ll kick you off me," Yeojin said, grinning, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on. You’re literally the most careful person I know."

Yerim let out a shaky laugh. "This is insane."

"So are we," Yeojin whispered. Then she tilted her head, revealing the soft skin of her neck. Her heartbeat quickened, but not out of fear. There was something strangely intimate about it. Vulnerable. Sacred.

Yerim hesitated for a few more seconds. Then, with trembling hands, she cradled Yeojin's face and leaned in slowly. "Tell me to stop if it gets too much. Promise me."

"Promise," Yeojin breathed.

Yerim's lips brushed against her skin. Cold. Soft. Then the briefest pause before sharp pain.

Yeojin gasped. Her hands gripped Yerim's shoulders tightly. The pain wasn’t unbearable—it was more like a burning heat spreading through her veins. Yerim sucked gently, carefully. The tension in her body slowly melted away as she fed, her grip relaxing, her breath becoming more even.

Yeojin stayed still, grounding herself by focusing on Yerim's steady presence. There was something oddly calming about the whole thing, despite the strangeness of it.

After a moment, Yerim pulled away abruptly, eyes wide in panic. "That’s enough. I’m stopping. You’re bleeding."

Yeojin blinked, dizzy but still conscious. "I’m okay..."

"No, you’re not," Yerim muttered as she moved quickly, almost blurring. She grabbed a cloth from the nearby drawer, then a tiny vial of ointment from under her bed.

"You have vampire healing balm?"

"Of course I do," Yerim said, already pressing the thick herbal-smelling paste against the puncture wounds. The bleeding slowed almost instantly, and she wrapped Yeojin's neck with a soft bandage. "I’m not letting you pass out on me."

"I told you I’m fine," Yeojin murmured, leaning into Yerim’s chest now, her limbs a little heavy.

Yerim wrapped her arms around her tightly. "You're insane. You know that?"

"But you love me."

"Too much," Yerim whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Thank you. For trusting me."

Yeojin hummed, snuggling closer. "You were so gentle. Like a baby vampire."

"Don’t make me bite you again."

Yeojin laughed weakly. "Kidding. Kidding."

Yerim gently guided her to lie down on the bed and slipped in beside her, wrapping her up in blankets and warm limbs. The hunger was gone now. She felt... herself again. No more overwhelming urges. No more fear of losing control.

"You saved me tonight," Yerim murmured into the dark.

Yeojin, half-asleep, managed to reply, "Always."

There was a long, quiet pause before Yerim whispered again, "Next time, I’ll order earlier. No more late-night panic."

"Next time," Yeojin replied, "just bite my arm instead. My neck's reserved for kisses."

Yerim chuckled. "Deal."

They fell asleep like that—wrapped around each other, breath synced, heartbeat steady. In a world where monsters existed and lines between human and supernatural blurred, love still found a way to be the softest kind of magic.