𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

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*Supernatural + High School AU*

S/N= Sibling Name

(Human!Hoseok x Vampire!Male Reader)

(Mood board is mine!)

The vampire physically recoils in disgust at the sight of red liquid sloshing around in a wine glass at the dinner table and he nearly gags at the strong scent of thick, rusting iron wafting through his hyper-sensed nostrils. The male turns his [color] eyes away to somehow ease the growing sensation of nausea settling in his gut and he pulls his t-shirt over his nose to mask it with the smell of his favorite washing detergent.

It doesn't work, of course.

The boy's mother rolls her eyes before taking a sip of the blood in her glass, her black lipstick staining the rim, and setting it on the dining room table.

"Honestly," she picks up her fork and knife, cutting into the raw steak placed on fancy china that could have easily been mistaken for a new car with how many zeros were on the receipt, and pauses before she takes a bite to mutter, "an undead creature that doesn't like blood." She pops the food onto her tongue.

"I'm sorry, mom," her son's words come out nasally and muffled beneath his shirt collar, "but it's gross."

"You would think that M/N was turned as opposed to being born a vampire," S/N chuckles, taking a sip of blood out of their cup.

M/N's father scrunches his face in distaste with his fork halfway paused in the air, and he whirls on S/N.

"Can you not call us by that name? It's incredibly tasteless and it associates creatures like us with those terrible Catherine Hardwicke films!"

M/N will never forget the time when those Twilight™️ movies had been in theaters and his family bought the collection to watch at home. They all gathered in the living room with blankets and pillows and blood bags (apart from M/N) and sat through all five in a row. The teen was honestly surprised they made it past movie one with how awfully inaccurate basically everything about his kind was being depicted as in the first thirty minutes or so.

Number one—the obvious—they don't sparkle in the sun. They can, however, get really bad sunburns if outside for too long. Number two, they don't travel in clans or groups. Aside from when they have families, creatures like M/N tend to prefer being left by themselves for the most part. And finally, they don't have some sort of long, annoying hatred towards werewolves or any other creature different to himself that goes back a few thousand years.

Contrary to belief, werewolves and M/N's kind are pretty friendly to each other. One of M/N's best friends is a werewolf, actually.

The older of the two children cuts their steak casually, used to the outburst, and shrugs their shoulders after chewing a piece of the uncooked meat.

"I don't know, it's kind of grown on me. It's a lot better than those outdated terms you guys were known as. 'Strigoi'? You might as well say we're direct descendants from Dracula."

"Technically-"

"Shut up, M/N."

"Kay..."

"Don't talk to your brother like that, S/N," the woman dabs her mouth with a cloth napkin. "It's rude."

"Whatever."

S/N rolls their eyes before sticking their tongue out at M/N when the kids' parents weren't paying attention. M/N subtly kicks his sibling's leg under the table, grinning when they wince in pain and glare daggers at him, their eyes flashing a vibrant, ruby red.