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Seungmin met his current roommate Chan in advanced music class last year. He was as charismatic as he was popular, well-known for producing songs and uploading them to SoundCloud. After he heard Seungmin sing for the first time, Chan pestered him until Seungmin had agreed to do vocals on one of his tracks. After one session, Chan was eager to have him in the studio space each time he reserved it.
Seungmin doesn’t remember exactly how the vampire thing came up, but after Chan found out he somehow began to care for him even more. No matter how much Seungmin would say he didn’t need blood after a recording session, Chan would dote on him until Seungmin threatened to call Hyunjin to pick him up.
The next year, Chan decided to stay on campus to continue working on music with underclassmen. When the other room in his apartment opened up, it worked out for Seungmin to move in. At some point, Seungmin also met Chan’s friend Lee Minho, a dancer who occasionally did vocals on Chan’s tracks. He was ridiculously handsome, with sharp features and a toned frame that Seungmin had imagined being wrapped around more than once.
Unfortunately for Seungmin, Minho seemed to know the effect he had on him from the start. Minho would endlessly tease him with jokes that made Seungmin stutter or crowd into his space abruptly just for a reaction. Sometimes, it felt like he frequented Chan’s place just to do that.
“What’s the undead up to today?” Minho asks casually, sliding next to where Seungmin is on the couch reviewing a paper on music theory.
Before he can even get a word out – Minho’s reaching into his mouth and tapping the bottom tip of one of his canines.
“Not as sharp as I thought they’d be,” he muses.
Seungmin ignores how the entire length of his body tenses, managing to recover just enough to swat his hand away. “They are when I want them to be.”
“When you pierce into helpless rabbits?”
“Only ones as big as you.”
Minho has the decency to look a little taken back. Then his expression shifts back to smug. “You wanna try a bite?” He’s eyeing him too sweetly.
Seungmin feels something flutter in his chest, and it’s definitely not just the bloodlust. He’s had that in check for a while now, routinely feeding from a frozen blood bag each morning. It’s even on his Google calendar.
It’s everything else biting Minho would entail. Getting his lips on his wrist, being able to lick at the thin skin where his veins show. Or maybe, maybe, Minho would give Seungmin the honor of letting him bury his head into his neck. Seungmin instantly gets dizzy at the thought of his mouth pressing against Minho’s throat.
“Hello? Are you seriously considering it or something?” Minho laughs.
Seungmin halts the ill timed daydream and tries to locate the closest thing to throw at Minho instead.
A pen finds itself flying into Minho’s chest. Minho picks it up easily off his lap, spinning it between his agile fingers. “Ok well, I’m seriously offering.”
He smirks, probably noticing the way Seungmin visibly gulps.
Then he’s up and off the couch to help Chan set up for later, and Seungmin is left with a stack of homework and no pen to finish it all with.
-
“Why aren’t you ready yet?” Hyunjin sighs dramatically when he enters Seungmin’s room.
“I…was waiting for you?” Seungmin attempts, looking up from where he’s on his laptop in the corner of the bed.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes, not accepting his friend’s response as a compliment or an excuse.
He had every right not to, especially when people would be filtering into the house at any moment for Chan’s listening party. Instead of dressing himself, Seungmin had spent the last hour cleaning and organizing his room instead. Now he was regretting it, knowing Hyunjin was going to have him in and out of outfits – non chosen pieces fated to be left in various places around the floor.
“Get up,” he says, and Seungmin has no choice but to listen. Even if Hyunjin by some miracle would have let him stay in his room the whole night, there’s no chance he’d be able to get work done with the music vibrating on the other side of his wall.
Hyunjin only has him try on four outfits, finally settling on black ripped jeans, a white sweater, and silver choker necklace. He adds warm eyeshadow to his eyes as a finishing touch.
“You look cute,” Hyunjin smiles, patting his head with both hands. “Minho hyung is going to be all over you, as usual.”
Seungmin looks down, trying not to blush at the mention. He toys with the charms on his neck.
“Ew, how do you even blush? Is that someone else’s blood going to your face?”
Seungmin lifts his head up instantly. “Please get out now.” He begins to push him, knowing he heard their friend Felix’s voice out there earlier anyway. “I’ll be out soon.”
“Yah! Ok, ok.” Hyunjin laughs. “Don’t keep us waiting too long!”
In the minutes he has alone, Seungmin readies himself to see Minho. He takes a few breaths to relax himself and hopefully prevent any embarrassing, crush-like behavior from occurring later on. It was undeniable that the older boy was going to look good. He inhales again slowly, knowing his fangs tend to come down when he gets too excited.
When he’s out the door, he’s mostly fine – if you don’t count Minho’s lilting voice asking if he wants a bite of him playing in the back of his mind.
-
The lights in their apartment are off, replaced by rainbow LED lights glowing and flashing to the beat of Chan and his friends’ songs. Their living room is filled with current students, Chan’s buddies from the previously graduating class, and a lot of alcohol. Seungmin is nursing his first cup still, a concoction of lemonade and something else. Even though he has the blood cravings under control generally, intoxication adds another layer he really hasn’t reigned in yet.
Perhaps due to the lack of alcohol in his system, Seungmin successfully avoids doing anything stupid in front of Minho for most the night. Though that probably has more to do with the fact that Seungmin is trying to avoid him altogether. Even when Minho, who rarely gave explicit praise, came up to him to say “Your voice sounds good on this” – Seungmin only managed to squeak out a quick thanks! before telling him he needed a refill for a cup that was basically full.
He’s by Hyunjin and Felix’s side the rest of the night, even though Hyunjin intermittently nudges him to go elsewhere. As if Seungmin could just walk into Minho’s arms like his friend is pushing him to.
But no matter how much control Seungmin tries to exert tonight, things don’t go his way regardless.
“You can barely hear the song we worked on,” Minho says, walking up to him while he’s talking to Felix. Seungmin’s about to say he can hear perfectly fine from right here, but Minho grabs his hand before he gets the chance. He pulls it too sharply for Seungmin to think of a good enough excuse to escape.
He can only nod at Felix apologetically, though Felix is already giggling and pointing out their clasped hands to Hyunjin.
Minho drags them to a corner where Chan’s expensive speakers are only slighter closer.
Seungmin has his back to the wall, and a very beautiful Minho in front of him. Expectedly, he looks gorgeous and expensive, even though this party was only a couple levels off from a typical university rager. His hair is parted, bangs pushed to the sides of his forehead.
“You’re literally the most nervous ass vampire I’ve ever seen.” Minho says. They’re barely a foot away from each other, though Seungmin is trying to think about anything but that.
“I’m the only vampire you’ve seen.”
Minho ignores him, reaching out to play with the silver choker on Seungmin’s neck instead. He gives it a strong tug with one finger. Seungmin makes an effort not to moan out loud.
“You look pretty Seungminnie.”
His breathing shallows. It’s not like Minho has never flirted with him before. He wasn’t sure if it was their conversation from this afternoon, or the position they were in right now in a crowded room – but this time, it didn’t feel like Minho was just teasing.
“You. You always look good, hyung.” Seungmin tries for confident.
Minho raises his eyebrows at that, like he’s surprised Seungmin even got it out. Then he’s smiling that stupid, self-assured smile that Seungmin’s become a little crazy for.
“You want a taste right?” Minho leans in so he’s murmuring next to Seungmin’s ear. “Why are you fighting it?”
Seungmin swallows loudly, knowing it doesn’t take supernatural hearing for Minho to hear it.
“I really am not that thirsty.”
Minho moves back an inch, just so Seungmin can see him tilt his head to the side. He exposes his neck, tapping the prominent vein that runs behind his ear. Seungmin will admit he’s imagined Minho’s neck like this before, inviting him in – but shit. This was 100x better. Involuntarily, his fangs retract downward a couple of centimeters.
“Come on.” Minho urges, noticing the way Seungmin’s pupils have dilated. “Just a little nibble.”
“Right here?” Seungmin asks. His eyes are laser focused on the pulse beating against Minho’s smooth neck, but he still gives him another chance to back out.
“Yes,” Minho says, voice rough.
Seungmin doesn’t waste the opportunity to be that close. His hands encircle Minho’s slender waist, and he bites down into the skin just above Minho’s clavicle.
To any onlookers around them, a hookup in the corner of the party was nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe someone saw Minho sigh and push Seungmin further in the wall behind him, but they couldn’t notice how Seungmin’s fangs were piercing Minho’s neck.
Seungmin sucked and licked, quickly drunk on the taste and the feeling of Minho’s arms tightening around his neck. He’s clutching Seungmin’s sweater, fisting and unfisting the fabric.
Thank God for the wall supporting them from behind, because Seungmin could have melted to the floor in the pleasure that was Minho’s blood, his scent, his body in his arms. Minho’s warm, ragged breaths fan his cheek.
“Mm,” Seungmin can’t help from humming into his neck with satisfaction. Minho groans softly, seemingly just as dazed. Seungmin allows himself to lick a few more drops up. He needs to stop himself from being too greedy. He kisses the puncture wound softly, hoping he’s allowed to do that, and pulls back.
They’re both breathing hard as Minho’s eyelashes flutter open. His eyes are dark, pooled with what Seungmin can recognize as desire. His gaze travels all over Seungmin hungrily, as if he’s a meal for him too. It stops on Seungmin’s mouth when he licks his red-tinged lips.
“Took you long enough,” Minho exhales.
Seungmin laughs, hoping he doesn’t seem too nervous. Minho still has his arms wrapped around his neck, so he braves moving his hands down to his hips and pulling him in a little closer.
“It’s you by the way. I wouldn’t get that close to anyone.” Seungmin hopes he’s making sense, that what he’s trying to say reaches Minho.
Minho rolls his eyes, as if he wasn’t just bit by a predator. “Obviously I know that Dorkula. You have to at least know you’re not subtle ”
Seungmin smiles down, averting his eyes from Minho’s face and settling on his neck instead. The wound is already closed. Minho follows his gaze after a beat too, craning to see.
“Huh. That venom is really something.”
“Can’t have idiots like you bleeding out in public.”
Minho narrows his eyes.
“What are you supposed to call someone who demands a vampire to bite them?” Seungmin defends himself, trying not to giggle at Minho’s expression.
“Horny.” Minho says, deadly serious as he trails a finger along his choker. “Kind of obsessed with you.” He kisses his throat, a spot just above the silver chain. “Can we go to your room now please?”
Seungmin would have fallen down if his hands weren’t clutching onto Minho in front of him.
“Uh, sure. Right this way,” Seungmin says. As if Minho doesn’t know where his room is.
But Minho only smiles, sliding his hand down to grab one of Seungmin’s. As they move through the party, he catches Hyunjin grinning a 100-watt smile at him. He blows a kiss to which Seungmin looks away from, shaking his head. Still, he’ll have to thank him again for dressing him in this outfit later.
Speaking of outfits, when they enter Seungmin’s room, it’s quite messy. The music is a faded thumping in the back, space dim with only his bedside lamp on. Minho eyes the clothing items littered across the floor of Seungmin’s usually tidy area.
“Aw, were you getting ready for me?” Minho laughs. He presses a warm kiss into Seungmin’s cheek from where he’s standing next to him though, so Seungmin feels slightly less embarrassed.
“It’s…Hyunjin. You’ve seen how he is…” Seungmin trails off.
“Well you do look hot.” He turns to face Seungmin now, hands sliding to his waist. A couple of Minho’s fingers slip under his sweater, and Seungmin suppresses a shiver. He still couldn’t believe Minho was in his room under this context.
“Sorry…do you mind we add a few more things to the floor?” Minho smiles up at him, not seeming apologetic at all.
“Yeah,” Seungmin manages. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Good,” Minho murmurs, leaning in towards his mouth. Seungmin meets him halfway. And God, Minho’s mouth tastes even better than the rest of him.
What starts as slow pecks quickly becomes both of them kissing hungrily, standing in the middle of Seungmin’s room and wanting the other impossibly closer. Minho eagerly swallows all of the little noises Seungmin makes as he trails his hands further up his shirt and then down his jeans. When he presses lightly where he’s already hard, Seungmin fully whines into his mouth. Minho parts his lips more, tongue swiping inside Seungmin’s mouth and lightly over his canines.
Seungmin pulls back a bit, breathing labored. “Careful,” he whispers against his mouth.
Minho kisses him again stubbornly. “You couldn’t hurt me.”
Before Seungmin has time to argue, Minho’s lifting his sweater up and over his head, kissing his neck and down his chest. The necklace stays on, he states. When his hands go to remove his own shirt, Seungmin just does his best not to gawk at the toned muscle.
But he’s grateful for his own supernatural strength as he expertly lifts Minho up and tosses him onto the bed in one smooth motion. He climbs over him, balanced on his forearms as Minho looks up at him in shock.
“See? I could hurt you.”
“That was so fucking hot Kim Seungmin,” is all Minho says, dragging his face down to kiss him deeply.