Eat Me | QingYu [Discontinued]

02: ate who?

Brain hurts. That was the first thing that came to Way's mind as he groaned helplessly when he regained consciousness. It felt like he got hit by something big as the pounding headache continued to make him miserable. He rarely drank anything alcoholic and he had never gone over the limit.

Moments had gone by and finally, he managed to push pass the feeling of his head being split open and realized that the texture and smell of the bed is wrong. He clearly remembers that his bed cover is rough and smells like detergent. He's been living on a student budget and couldn't be picky with essentials. He ran his hands all over the blanket covering him and reaffirmed that this wasn't his. This one felt too smooth with the scent of an expensive cologne.

He opened his eyes and saw a dark ceiling and concluded that he was definitely not in his room. The sheets were deep red in color and looked like silk. What happened? Way doesn't remember much of what happened last night. He knows that he was with his friends.

Pan and K.O.!

He moved too quickly and flinched. His body hurt in places he never thought it would especially his ass.

Did he do something last night? That made him pause.

To make things more complicated, from the way the sheet feels on his skin, he was obviously naked.

He looked around and knew for sure that this wasn't any of his friend's house. He'd seen both. Nothing was as expensive or spacious as this one. Who was this stranger that brought him here?

Way thought hard, trying his best to retrieve memories of what happened last night. He was beginning to regret drinking so much. Next time he plans on partying, he'll settle on non-alcoholic drinks.

Another stab of pain prevented him from thinking too hard. Hangovers were definitely a bitch. He groaned, holding his head in pain. Who knew freedom would be this painful.

There was no clock in sight. Dark heavy drapes covered the windows, preventing him from what time it was. Other than his phone that was on bedside table, his wallet and clothes clothes were nowhere to be seen. The room was spotless. There were no scattered items or traces of things that belonged to him. It was starting to scare him.

He needed to leave this place fast. God only knows what kind of stupid and embarrassing things he's done the night before. Whoever this person he spent the night with, he hoped he wouldn't meet the person. It would save the both of them the awkwardness. This portion of his life would be forgotten, believing this was the best course of action.

Getting out of the bed was a pain. He almost crawled. It felt like every part of him hurts. Was he beaten up or what? Even his neck was tender. He didn't know why but when he touch it, it really hurt. There was no mirror so he couldn't be sure why.

Way pushed aside the pain and concentrated his efforts on getting his things and leave. The sooner he leaves, the faster he could forget that this happened and moved on with his life.

Just as he got off the bed, the door opened revealing a taller man. The first thing Way noticed was the height. He's 183 cm and that meant he's no shorty but looking at this man, he felt the height difference almost unbearable, making him forget that he was displaying all his 'goods'.

But other than the height, Way wasn't gonna lie but the man was gorgeous. Was it even possible for anyone to be that handsome? The man was like the ones he sees in magazines. Words would not even do him justice. The visual shock had him speaking his mind before suppressing the thought.

"Gahd! You're fucking hot!" Way almost bit his tongue when he realized what he just said. It was a moronic response from his body. He was straight for crying out loud.

The stranger merely smiled at him. From the looks of things, his reaction was a normal one. It almost made Way think what kind of parents this man has to be able to produce a handsome being.

This handsome male walked across the room with a grace Way had never seen on anyone . Way watched him put down he identified immediately as his things. "And you were very lovely last night. How was your sleep? Feel better."

Standing in the middle of the room didn't faze this beautiful male.

The show of a sharp tooth triggered a memory-a very vivid one.

Toes curling. Eyes crossing.
Pleasure shooting through the roof.
Just then, sharp teeth pierced through his skin giving him nothing but more pleasure. The slow draw of blood got him hard aga-wait. what?

Way blinked in confusion. Blood? The memory he has was weird, baffling even. If he was drugged, there shouldn't be any hangover experience. The headache he as sporting was definitely from drinking. He looked at the man, who he still didn't know the name.

"Did you really just drink my blood during sex?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes I did. I've gotta say that you taste divine. You have definitely took care of your body."

Way doesn't even know what that meant but from the way the unknown male was looking at him right now, it was very sensual. It made him blush, making his naked skin turn to a nice shade of pink.

"That's weird. You're not even vampire." Way snorted, thinking like everyone else that vampires are mere fictional characters.

"That's where you're wrong dearest. We vampires do exist." He smiled, showing his sharp fangs.

Shit.Fuck.

Without another thought, he was grabbed his things on the bed and got the hell out as quickly as he could.

Way was convinced that the man was worthy of being admitted to a hospital. No matter how handsome the man is, Way wasn't going to stay any longer.