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Donghyuck opens the door, and as soon as he recognizes the face on the other side, the urge to slam it is strong. But he holds off, for now at least.
“What are you doing here?” Donghyuck’s voice comes out croaky, and rough to his ears. His throat is painfully dry, and his mouth feels full of sawdust. He flinches at the noise, and the hard stare Jaemin gives him because of it.
“Nobody has seen you in days.” Jaemin’s voice is devoid of any emotions, it makes Donghyuck uncomfortable. His tone is calculative and it’s paired with sharp eyes that take in Donghyuck’s appearance and the state of his room. “Are you hungry?”
Donghyuck bites his lips and then stops, if he were to pierce the skin, he doesn't have faith his rapid healing would kick in to patch up the wound. Jaemin’s right, he is hungry, but he doesn't appreciate Jaemin showing up and pointing that out.
“Not your problem.” Donghyuck’s hand instinctively moves to shut the door, but Jaemin’s hand is quicker, and he grabs the door before it can, fingers clinging to the wood and refusing to let it budge. The fact it doesn't actually budge is a problem, and Donghyuck can tell Jaemin notices it.
“You’re weak.”
Donghyuck grits his teeth. “I said it’s not your problem.”
But Jaemin doesn’t move an inch. He frowns, eyes filled with frustration and something else, something softer Donghyuck doesn’t want to acknowledge.
“You should have called me.”
Donghyuck laughs like Jaemin is a comedian who just told the funniest joke all night. Jaemin doesn’t appreciate this, his eyebrows scrunch up in a mix of distaste at being laughed at, but also concern that Donghyuck is taking this situation lightly. Donghyuck couldn’t give a fuck about how Jaemin’s feeling though, not when he doesn’t have the right to show up at his door like he’s still a call away when he’s not. Not anymore.
“No, Jaemin,” Donghyuck spits out his name like it’s something nasty in his mouth. “I shouldn’t have. You can’t say that to me, not anymore. We stopped doing this months ago.” Emotions threaten to burst out of him. To think Jaemin can say that to him, like Donghyuck can pick up his phone and text him and Jaemin would drop everything in the world to come to him. That’s a possibility in the distant past, something unattainable now.
Because Jaemin has someone else now, it’s not just Donghyuck anymore.
“Donghyuck.” Donghyuck relishes in the way Jaemin says his name, voice tight with anger seeping in through the cracks of the unbothered exterior he likes to show to everyone. “You’re hungry.” Jaemin puts emphasis on the word hungry, like Donghyuck doesn’t know he’s fucking starving right now, and that just makes Jaemin’s presence here more annoying because of course Donghyuck knows he’s hungry! He’s the one that has to sit with the uncomfortable ache in his stomach and dry throat and urges to go out and find food, any food. “You need to eat.”
Jaemin has the nerve to try and push his way in, like Donghyuck will just welcome him in with open arms like before. Donghyuck presses his entire weight against the door to stop him in his tracks, refusing to let Jaemin have his way.
“And I said it’s none of your business anymore.” Donghyuck grunts as Jaemin does the same and uses his body to push against the door. Frustratingly enough, but maybe not surprising, Jaemin wins and Donghyuck stumbles backwards as Jaemin pushes the door open the rest of the way and waltzes in like he owns the place.
Now that Jaemin is in his room, against Donghyuck’s will he might add, Jaemin can fully judge the state of chaos it is currently in. And is Donghyuck really to blame? He’s hungry, and not the kind of hungry that has your tummy growling for a snack in the kitchen, it’s the kind of hunger that hurts his stomach and makes it so he can't focus on anything else but the emptiness in his stomach. Can he really be blamed for not making cleaning a priority?
Jaemin’s eyes finally settle on Donghyuck, and his head turns away from Jaemin’s gaze when he sees the disappointment in his eyes.
“Why did you let it get this bad?”
Jaemin moves as he talks. He walks over to Donghyuck’s bed and starts to clear it off. Dirty clothes go in the hamper and any trash goes into Donghyuck's overflowing bin. Jaemin frowns at it, before walking to Donghyuck’s tiny kitchen to pull out another trash bag and taking that back to Donghyuck’s bed to finish cleaning up.
“Wasn’t my choice,” Donghyuck snaps, voice full of bitterness.
Jaemin pauses in his cleaning to spin around on Donghyuck, a tiny spark of anger in his eyes. “But it is, Hyuck. It was. I’m just one phone call away. You could have chosen to call me to avoid this from happening.”
Donghyuck wants to cover his ears and stop Jaemin’s words from shoving their way inside his head. “It’s not that easy.”
Jaemin scoffs. “It’s not easy because you’re making it hard for yourself.”
“Jaemin,” Donghyuck growls, but all Jaemin does is roll his eyes and get back to work.
Donghyuck doesn’t notice Jaemin picking up a crumbled paper on his bed, until he pauses as he’s about to throw it away in the trash, and the noise he makes is what finally brings Donghyuck’s attention to it.
“You tried to find other people?”
Donghyuck marches over and tears the paper away. Jaemin lets him, hand hovering midair like he’s still reading it.
“You’re nosy.”
“Were you able to find someone?”
Donghyuck makes a noise of frustration in the back of his throat. “Jesus Christ Jaemin, are you not listening to a word I’m saying?” Donghyuck purposely avoids answering Jaemin’s question, not only because Jaemin doesn’t have the right to know these things, but also because no, Donghyuck hasn’t.
He stares at the list in his hands, fingers digging into the paper harshly. It’s a list of potential blood ‘partners’, that is people who are willing to let Donghyuck drink from them, it’s titled that too at the very top of the paper written with different colored pens, when Donghyuck still had hope he could find someone new. There’s at least thirty names on the paper, but the most notable thing is all the names are scribbled out.
Donghyuck doesn’t say anything, he just crumbles the paper up as Jaemin watches and throws it away. Jaemin stares at him for a few seconds, before turning around like he got his answer.
It’s obvious Donghyuck didn’t find someone new.
Donghyuck doesn’t say it out loud, god he would never say it to Jaemin’s face, but there were people, interested people, whether that’s because they wanted to know what it felt like to claim the love bite from a vampire, or people addicted to the feeling and constantly seeking that pleasure again, but Donghyuck turned them all away. It didn’t feel right to him, and he burns hot as he’s overly aware of the boy standing in the room with him, knowing he’s the reason nobody else felt right to Donghyuck. He’s not sure if it’s because Jaemin’s blood is just the best or if Donghyuck became addicted to only his taste.
AB, he works out too and eats healthy, yet whenever Donghyuck drank from Jaemin, it was like a sugary explosion on his tongue, so sweet and rich. The blood packs he can afford whenever he’s not broke can’t give him that same taste, so how could Donghyuck think another person could?
“Do you have water and snacks?”
Jaemin’s staring at him, more specifically Donghyuck feels his heated gaze on his mouth. Donghyuck tentatively lifts his hand to touch the corner of his lips and feels the wet slide of drool. He wipes it away hastily and leaves the room before Jaemin asks why he was drooling and Donghyuck has to come up with some excuse that isn’t I was thinking about your blood and it made me drool.
Funnily enough, he does have bottles of water in his fridge and snacks in the cupboard. The ones he used to keep for Jaemin are long gone, he threw them out the same day things ended between them, but he picked up some more when he was looking for new people, and clearly that didn’t work out so they’ve been collecting dust in his cabinet.
Donghyuck grabs a bag of chips and a chocolate bar, and then pulls a bottle of water out of the fridge. “I don’t have any of your healthy crap–” Donghyuck’s words die on his tongue and it instantly dries up when he sees Jaemin sitting on his now clean bed without a shirt.
Jaemin blinks slowly at him. “That’s fine.” Jaemin reaches out a hand to grab what Donghyuck does have, but his feet don’t move.
“Jaemin, what are we doing?” Donghyuck whispers. Seeing Jaemin in that state on his bed, brings back memories he tries so hard to bury, especially in the middle of the night when it’s just him and the heat crawling in his stomach. “You ended this, we shouldn’t–we can’t.”
“No, Donghyuck,” Jaemin’s warm yet firm tone interrupts him. “You’re the one that ended it. I was never planning to.”
Donghyuck can hear Jaemin’s heartbeat, beating fast in his chest, pumping blood throughout his veins. “Don’t blame this on me,” Donghyuck says, words laced with bitterness. “You’re the one who got in a relationship. You have Jeno now, what was I supposed to do? Let you keep coming here so I can maul your throat?” His throat dries up as he thinks of other things they did, thoughts he quickly sweeps under the rug. “Let you go back to your boyfriend after I’m done with you? I doubt Jeno would appreciate that.”
“I’m not blaming you,” Jaemin says softly, eyes burning into his. “I’m just saying, I never planned on ending it. I was always planning to be available to you, but then you ended it and now you’re starving inside your room alone. And you can’t speak for Jeno. You have no idea what he’s–”
“Just stop, stop it.” Donghyuck growls, tears stinging his eyes as he rubs at his face in irritation. He doesn’t want to hear that, he doesn’t want to know Jaemin was always planning to be available to him, not when things have changed so drastically. “Jaemin, you should leave. I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m working on getting into this program that will help me afford to get blood so you don’t have to worry–”
“How long until you’re accepted in?”
Donghyuck doesn’t look at Jaemin’s face even though he can feel Jaemin’s eyes locked onto him like a heat seeking missile. “A week.”
“Donghyuck.” Jaemin sounds horrified. When Donghyuck finally gathers the energy to look into Jaemin’s eyes, he sees the anxiousness in them. “You can’t go–” Jaemin pauses and licks at his lips. “I don’t want you to go another week like this. So please,” Jaemin offers Donghyuck his hand. “Come here. For me. Drinking from me should get you through the week.”
Donghyuck hesitates even though Jaemin’s hand looks so warm and inviting. Jaemin looks warm, sitting on his bed with a soft smile and pleading eyes, begging Donghyuck to sink his fangs into him one last time.
“Please,” Jaemin says again, and Donghyuck feels his legs finally give in.
He allows Jaemin to pull him in and sit him down, and when Donghyuck leaves some space in between them, Jaemin drags them closer until their slides are pressed against each other. Jaemin’s body is a scorching heat next to his own, and the heat spreads to him too.
“There,” Jaemin mumbles, tucking some of Donghyuck’s curly hair behind his ear. “Take as much as you need.”
Donghyuck feels himself go weak when Jaemin tilts his head, exposing his neck for Donghyuck. There’s so much clear and smooth skin in front of him, a sight he hasn’t seen in too long. His hands shake as his palm comes into contact with Jaemin’s skin, resting on his shoulder and swiping his fingers up his neck. Jaemin’s eyes flutter shut and he shivers underneath Donghyuck’s touch.
It’s all wrong, Donghyuck shouldn’t allow himself to touch Jaemin like this, not when there’s someone out there who’s touch is branded on Jaemin’s skin, who is actually meant to touch Jaemin like this.
Donghyuck’s fingers find his pulse point on his neck and he takes a second to count the beats. His mouth has been dry for weeks, but right now saliva gathers in it and threatens to seep out.
Donghyuck shouldn’t but he wants to so badly.
“Stop me when it’s too much,” Donghyuck says, voice weak. Jaemin hums, eyes still shut. Donghyuck starts to move his face closer to the mouth watering smell coming from Jaemin’s neck, when he feels the boy grab his hand. He stops and looks down, watches Jaemin drag his hand to his lap where he squeezes it and then lets it rest there.
Everything about this is intimate, too intimate. Jaemin has a boyfriend, he doesn't think things should feel this intimate when Donghyuck isn’t Jaemin’s partner.
“Hyuck?” Jaemin opens one eye and finds Donghyuck staring at his neck. Jaemin smirks faintly and Donghyuck blushes as he averts his eyes. “You ok?”
“Yeah,” Donghyuck says, despite feeling everything but fine. “I’m going to bite you now.”
“Ok, been waiting.”
“Shut up,” Donghyuck grumbles while Jaemin chuckles lightly.
“It’s ok,” Jaemin says, both eyes shut again. “Jeno knows I’m here, you’re allowed to do this.”
His body goes rigid at the mention of Jeno. How did Jaemin even know he was thinking about his boyfriend? Sometimes he wonders if Jaemin is a secret vampire with mind reading powers or something.
“Ok.” Donghyuck finally leans in the rest of the way and bites down. Jaemin goes stiff underneath his fingers, but then relaxes and leans into Donghyuck’s touch. Donghyuck closes his eyes as his blood slides into his mouth and down his throat. He feels like he’s drinking from the fountain of youth, the strength in his body slowly starts to come back and the ache in his stomach disappears.
Everything starts off well, Donghyuck doesn’t become an uncontrollable and ravenous monster like he was fearful of. He’s able to pull himself away from Jaemin’s neck to ask how he’s feeling and then dive back in. Any fear of him sucking Jaemin dry like a juice pouch is gone.
Then Donghyuck hits a problem.
It’s been months since Jaemin’s blood hit his taste buds and he forgot how it makes him feel, how drunk he gets on it.
Donghyuck moans.
He doesn’t realize he made a sound at first, that is until Jaemin groans back and his hand slides into Donghyuck’s hair on the back of his head and he pulls Donghyuck in more. Donghyuck goes with a grunt, and his eyes open lazily at first, until his hand in Jaemin’s lap brushes across the front of it, and he feels something hot and hard.
His eyes open in a panic when he feels it and the subsequent groan Jaemin makes at the touch. Donghyuck’s face flushes when he notices his similar state, arousal pooling down below and making him strain in his pants. He whimpers when Jaemin pulls him even closer and his arousal brushes against his side, and he fights the urge to grind into Jaemin’s thigh.
Flashbacks from before enter his mind, of all the times he would drink from Jaemin and things would get heated during or after. He swallows as he fights the urge to do anything, they can’t, not anymore.
“Ok.” Donghyuck pulls back from Jaemin like he was shocked, giving them plenty of space in between them. Jaemin blinks at him slowly, eyes filled with lust and breathing heavily. There’s blood smeared all over his neck and shoulder, and there’s sweat sliding down his visible chest.
Donghyuck has to swallow hard and look away. When he touches his face, he feels the sticky substance of Jaemin’s blood on him, all over his mouth, chin, even his cheek.
“Donghyuck.” Jaemin’s voice is filled with temptation, temptation Donghyuck has to ignore.
“I’ll go get you some water,” Donghyuck says, standing up.
Neither of them mention the water bottle sitting on Donghyuck’s bed, untouched.
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Donghyuck wipes his face when he’s in the kitchen with a paper towel. When he gets back to Jaemin with a bottle of water in his hand, Jaemin already has his shirt on and he has pulled it down so it covers his lap. Donghyuck hands him the water and something to wipe all the blood off of his neck.
“Thank you.” Donghyuck doesn’t meet Jaemin’s eyes.
“No problem.” Jaemin’s voice is deep and scratchy. “I was going to help you clean up.”
There’s a silent question in those words. Do you still want me to stay?
Donghyuck shakes his head, “It’s ok, I’m strong enough to clean up my own mess.”
He hears Jaemin stand up, the bed creaks as his weight leaves it.
“Alright.”
Jaemin heads to the door and Donghyuck closes his eyes and counts his footsteps. Just a few more steps and he’ll be gone and Donghyuck can sink into his bed and try to organize his thoughts.
When Jaemin’s just two steps away from the door, he stops.
“Donghyuck?”
Donghyuck finally turns to look at him. Jaemin’s eyes are back to normal, deep brown and with affection in them.
“Jeno was ok with this. He was never going to ask me to stop seeing you.”
Donghyuck sucks in a sharp breath. “Ok?”
“He said,” Jaemin bites his lip, but never drops eye contact with the older. “He told me if you wanted to drink from him, he’d be ok with it.”
“Oh.” Donghyuck gasps quietly. He didn’t expect Jeno would be fine with Jaemin continuing to let Donghyuck have him the way he does, and he never expected Jeno would be an option too.
“Yeah.” Jaemin smiles at him with fondness. “I’m just a call away Hyuckie.”
“Yeah,” Donghyuck nods his head. “You are.”
Jaemin’s eyes shine in delight that Donghyuck didn’t reject him like before. He says one last goodbye and leaves, the door shutting behind him.