"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: This is an idea I had a while back. It doesn't exactly fit the mood of the rest of the book (I think) but it seemed like a good idea and so, there it is. Light, comedic, chaotic. Enjoy.
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🎵 Song suggestion: This Love by Maroon 5 🎵
Vampires do not get jealous, Hyunjin keeps repeating this in his head. They are possessive -yes. But not jealous. Jealousy is for mortals. Not for creatures who have survived blood and loss and ache.
"Ugh! Who am I kidding?"
"What did you say, babe?" Minho looks up from his laptop. "Sorry, Hyun. I was absorbed in this article. Did you know there is a new opening next month? A club at Gangnam..."
Hyunjin smiles, nodding and pretending to listen.
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Hyunjin is lying on the bed, between rumpled satin sheet, half draped over Minho.
It is one of those lazy Sunday afternoons that seem as if life is simple yet filled with unique moments of love.
Hyunjin lifts his head just barely, looking at his man -his vamp, his kitten.
He smiles, a small private smile. He still calls Minho 'kitten' and Minho still pouts before coming over and kissing him.
Hyunjin feels like giggling. But he doesn't. Because he is a five hundred year old vampire.
Mere moments ago, Minho has rolled over the mattress, breathless.
"What's gotten into you? You are in the mood 24/7. Not that I am complaining."
"I am always in the mood 24/7," Hyunjin murmurs sultrily, "I'm a vampire."
"Mrs Park complained the other day that there is never enough ice. Or strawberries."
"I thought you liked our ice-play," Hyunjin peeks behind his long raven-black strands.
"I do-"
"I want you to long for me."
Minho stares at Hyunjin, mildly surprised. "I always long for you." He pulls him closer. "I will never get over those lips of yours," he murmurs before kissing Hyunjin right on those velvety soft luscious lips. "Those lips are my weakness." He kisses Hyunjin again.
"Just the lips?"
"No..."
Minho slides his hand over Hyunjin's ribs, down to his thigh. He watches his vamp shiver from the deliberate lightness of the touch. His slanted eyes turn a soft ruby. Minho hooks his hand under Hyunjin's knee and draws him flush against himself. His lips hover over Hyunjin's, breath warm over his flawless pale skin. He places another soft kiss on the corner of Hyunjin's mouth. Then on the sharp line of his jaw. Then on the curve of his throat.
