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That night was a game changer for Jung Wooyoung. His life had never quite been the same ever since, for all he wanted things to go back to the way they were.

The vampire he had met turned out to be none other than Choi San. Indeed a pureblood as the purplette had suspected. He had heard many rumours about how 'wonderful' and 'perfect' he was, though meeting such a person was considered luck for mere humans.

Their school, even when trying to promote equality between the vampires and the humans, was biased. The principal was a bloodsucker, and so were the student council. The humans with any power were either dorm captains, or teachers.

Even then, humans taught humans, vampires taught vampires. The demons remained on the second floor of the school, leaving the other race to stay below them on the ground.

So no, there wasn't any real equality.

Seonghwa sat with Wooyoung in the massive and grand library. The deep red carpets and walls lined with books radiated a cosy feeling, and the pair always relaxed quite a bit when in there.

Being the only two humans around who didn't particularly care for the superior creatures, they only had each other to confide in. Thus, a friendship was born.
Not only that, but Seonghwa also had a persistent vampire trying very hard to 'have him', as he put it.

"I didn't get too much work today," Wooyoung uttered lightly, opening his textbook and gently flicking through the glossy pages. "Once I get English out of the way, I should be good to go."

The older nodded dejectedly, reading through his own journal as he leaned on his palm. "I'll have to stay up a bit later tonight, if you don't mind. There's an exam tomorrow...."

"No problem."

They settled down to get some homework done, the younger sliding a pair of headphones into his ears to block out the low chatter resounding around him.

Neither noticed the passing of time, or how the clock drew the night closer with every tick. Before they realised, it was somewhere around half six, and the library was quite empty.

"I would pack up and go to dinner," Seonghwa mumbled, laying his cheek down onto his copy and sighing, "But I'm not even in the mood to eat....." As he looked up, his eyes drifted over the head of purple hair towards two boys who walked into the library.

His face visibly paled as they looked around nonchalantly, not really seeming to have much purpose here.

"If I didn't know any better," Wooyoung leaned into him, pinching his nose to lighten the mood, "I'd have thought you saw a ghost. What's up?"

"Well...." he breathed deeply, hiding his face behind a thick book, "Don't look, but behind you stand two people we don't want to see."

"Oh....." the younger dropped his head low, reminding himself that he needed to dye his hair a less obvious colour. "Is it San and Yeosang?"

"Mhm. They haven't seen us yet, so you don't need to panic, but......oh wait, no. They saw me. Shit, shit, shit."

"Time to panic?"

"Time to panic!"

San leaned over Wooyoung, plucking one headphone away and whispering in his ear. "Hello, Darling....."

Oh god, Wooyoung grimaced, taking his other headphone out and shoving his phone away. Is walking away an option?

"Wow, almost missed you both," a more frivolous and carefree voice chuckled, the owner becoming present as he sat down beside Seonghwa. "You can't hide, Love. That book doesn't mask your scent."

The oldest whimpered from the defeat, slamming the book down and looking daringly at his tormentor. "What is it you want from me?"

San tsked, edging around the table to lean against the remaining side. His slim waist and long legs were all Wooyoung wanted to notice, refusing to meet his intense gaze. "Seonghwa, I'd be far more careful with what you say in public. Even if we think you're both entertaining, the rest of your little race won't tolerate your spite."

The oldest withered away, defences falling along with his adrenaline. His eyes were set on the table, and Yeosang teased his hand through his soft brown hair. "Good."

"Now," San continued, placing his hands under the youngest's chin and forcing his head up. "Look at me when I speak to you, please. It's rude not to."

Then take a hint and leave me the hell alone, Wooyoung wanted to yell. He wanted so badly to push him away and scream at the top of his lungs.....but he wasn't that stupid. He'd have been punished worse than it was all worth. "I'm glad you took offence," was all he could settle on, jerking his face away.

The two purebloods sighed, not at all surprised by the hostile behaviour. That night where Wooyoung caught San at his weakest, was the moment San became intrigued. He couldn't stop teasing the small boy who was forever pushing him away, the only eyes he had ever seen filled with disgust.

"So, enlighten me," the ravenette spoke up. "Why haven't either of you gone to dinner?"

Seonghwa nervously pulled his head away from Yeosang's hand as he looked up at San. "We've been doing homework."

"You don't have to explain anything to them, Hwa," Wooyoung murmured, sharing an 'ignore them' look.

"So disrespectful," Yeosang pouted playfully, starting to chuckle creepily while rubbing his eyes. When he reopened them, they were blood red. "What is your problem?"

"That!" The youngest growled. "Everything about you people is a problem for me. Your eyes, your attitudes, you faces! They annoy me!"

"Calm down," San sighed, standing and wandering back around to stand behind the boy who held his interest. "You'll only cause a scene by yelling." His hands landed down onto his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze that was intended as a warning, more than reassurance.

Wooyoung threw his head back to view him upside down. "Let me go. I'm not in the mood for your-" He was interrupted by the feeling of lips barely brushing against his own.

San leaned over him, grazing his thumb gently over Wooyoung's cheekbone before standing back up with a victorious smile. "Regardless of whether you are in the mood for my presence or not is of no relevance to me. Letting you go however, won't happen anytime soon."

Yeosang snickered from his seat. "He's very stubborn when it comes to things that interest him."

No shit, the purplette groaned internally, standing as well to face his tormentor. If there was one thing that he hated most about San, it was that he was so damn polite about annoying him. "No matter how special everyone thinks you are, or how important your life is," he murmured under his breath, barely audible but that San had spectacular hearing, "I know you're only after one thing."

"And what's that?" The older mused, stepping closer to bring their faces nearer.

"This," Wooyoung smirked as he drew his finger along the length of his neck, landing at his perfect collarbone.

With that, he swiftly turned to collect his belongings, motioning for Seonghwa to do likewise, and both walked away.

Yeosang chuckled softly as he lay his cheek against his hand on the dark wooden table. "They're so strange."

"Indeed," San nodded, sitting down to join him. "That boy doesn't know me well at all, if he thinks I'm so pathetic as to court him for blood."

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