I need it - HyunIn ff

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When hyunjin walked into his house he immediately began to look for Jeongin. It was like an instinct at this point, and it was scary to him how reliable he was on Jeongin to keep him steady. He figured he was jeongin's anchor too since he didn't really have another one.

Truth be told, hyunjin didn't know what to expect when he saw Jeongin. He was told that he looked two years older but surely that was an exaggeration, the 18 year old couldn't look 20, it just wasn't possible. Hyunjin rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen, seeing Jeongin curled up on the floor. Hyunjin ran over, his shoes slamming against the floor. He skidded to a crouched stop beside Jeongin and his breath caught in his throat when Jeongin looked up.

Where hyunjin would have normally pinched jeongin's cheeks, there was only defined cheek bones, and his face no longer looked disproportional to the rest of his face, and where was his acne? Hyunjin began to smooth a hand over jeongin's tear stained features,
"Pretty" hyunjin muttered under his breath,wiping tears out of jeongin's eyes whilst supporting jeongin's face with his other hand. Hyunjin didn't miss the tint of red adorning jeongin's face after the compliment, and Jeongin found that he couldn't look at hyunjin directly. Even when hyunjin was holding his face and wiping his tears, his irises would always be pointing a different way.

Every time Jeongin looked at hyunjin he wanted nothing more than to press his lips against Hyunjin's perfect, pink and pouty ones until they bruised. He felt his pulse quickening and tried to call himself down, trying to will his fangs away.
"What's wrong?" Hyunjin looked at him puzzled, and made to sit beside the younger boy, but instead of sitting where he had intended to he ended up in jeongin's lap,
"It sounds stupid" Jeongin laughed under his breath, his voice had only gotten slightly deeper, but it was enough for it to have an effect on hyunjin. Hyunjin only hummed in agreement, sitting straddled on jeongin's lap. Jeongin was the one that pulled hyunjin down but even then hyunjin felt like he was making the younger boy uncomfortable.
"Every time I see you... I-" Jeongin couldn't finish the sentence, "I want to-" he tried to continue but struggled and muttered a small 'fuck' under his breath. That wasn't what Jeongin wanted to do to hyunjin, he simply was frustrated that he couldn't clearly state what he was thinking.
"You want to drink from me again?" Hyunjin questioned, unsure where to place his hands. Jeongin sighed,
"Not really, its more like I want to kiss you until I feel faint" Jeongin seemed embarrassed as he said it, unsure if it was the right thing to say. Hyunjin only smiled in response and bit his lip, his small habit seeming to change the atmosphere slightly. Hyunjin seemed to think about this for a few seconds and then came up with his answer.
"Ok then... kiss me" hyunjin replied, his only concern being that his mum would show up and see them making out on the kitchen floor. "Actually, can we go somewhere else? I don't want my mum to see"
Jeongin nodded in understanding and lifted hyunjin up, a giggle coming from himself and a surprised yelp from the other.

They made it to Hyunjin's bathroom... not really the best place to be but it had the most privacy in Hyunjin's opinion (and it would be a lie if hyunjin said that he didn't want to be kissed to death on the counter beside the sink at least once... which hyunjin knew was a bit strange but the idea had kept him up at night). Hyunjin directed Jeongin with his eyes, and Jeongin nodded in understanding, setting hyunjin on the cold surface and standing between his legs. They spent what felt like forever just looking into each-others eyes, until Jeongin unexpectedly pushed forward and made contact with the older.

"You're angry at him" a voice spoke from behind Minho. Minho put out his cigarette and turned to face Jisung. The sun had set 20 minutes ago and minho normally came to the park at the edge of the sea to 'let off steam'.... but only jisung knew that.
"Your hair," minho pointed out "its a different colour" jisung's hair was now, in fact a dark red colour, nearly bordering brown.
"Don't try to change the subject minho" jisung seemed irritated, and minho gave in,
"You're not angry? After all we did to influence him out of doing it he went against our wishes! He knew it was the wrong thing but did it anyway! He's a kid, he doesn't know the consequences of his own actions!" Minho yelled, scaring away the crows that were calmly pecking away at the chipped paint on the railing beside him. Jisung stormed over, feeling the need to slap minho, but he knew that that was a bad idea.
"There was a time when we were like him, you of all people can't talk about being influenced against something only to do it!" Jisung shouted back, earning a warning glare from minho, jisung immediately faltered, feeling somewhat scared of minho at this point. Through the hundreds of years that the two had known each other, jisung had only seen minho like this twice before.
One, when he was forced to join the army in World War Two by conscription
And two, when jisung had his arm broke in 1863, long before either of them knew they were supernatural beings.

"You care about him, I know that, but he's growing up" jisung dropped his shoulders, get continued to stare at minho. Minho's guard also dropped, and he walked straight over to jisung and wrapped him in his arms. Minho spoke into jisung's hair,
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, it's just that I killed that high class vampire bitch for his boyfriend and I got no thanks" minho sulked,
"Probably because you didn't say that you did it" jisung's voice was muffled by the fabric of Minho's t-shirt and minho felt the his hot breath against his breast.

There were very few things in life that minho was thankful for, but jisung was definitely one of them.