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It was 8 p.m. on a Friday night, and Sunoo was dressed in his comfiest pair of pajamas, sprawled out dramatically across his couch with a pint of mint choco ice cream and a large order of his beloved tteokbokki.
The newest season of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills played in the background, and he reveled in the way his favorite cast members screamed at one another. In a way, it felt…almost comforting.
Safe to say, Sunoo was having a week.
For starters, being the new marketing coordinator for an NBA team was not for the weak—especially when you didn’t know a single thing about basketball beyond the fact that it involved a ball and a lot of really tall men.
And secondly—because life clearly wasn’t done fucking with him yet—his boyfriend of two years had dumped him because he’d “had his fun” and was now “ready to settle down with a woman.” As if Sunoo had been some kind of experimental phase instead of a catch.
Naturally, Sunoo was furious. And yes…yes, his best friend Jungwon had been forced to talk him out of keying that douchebag’s car or slashing three of his tires. (p.s. Always remember to only slash three, ladies—insurance won’t cover the cost. Not that Sunoo would ever do such a thing. Obviously.)
And he would’ve been more than happy to continue rotting in peace, indulging in ice cream and seething in anger, if it weren’t for the sharp knock at his door.
Sunoo sighed a dramatic huff, before dragging himself toward the door, and away from his carefully curated “nesting space”. He was already bracing himself for Jungwon’s smug face on the other side, fully prepared to pretend like he wasn’t emotionally decaying.
he leaned in and peeked through the peephole—
And promptly forgot how to function as a human being.
Because standing in the hallway was a man. A tall man. Broad-shouldered, perfectly put together in a tailored three-piece suit that looked far too out of Sunoo’s tax bracket. His dark hair was styled neatly, framing a face so unfairly handsome that Sunoo’s first, immediate thought was that this had to be some kind of prank.
Then his gaze drifted lower. To the man’s thick eyebrows—strong and expressive, giving him an effortlessly intense look.
And then…oh. Oh.
Two moles. Prominent and unmistakable against smooth skin, one near his eye, the other lower on his face, somehow making him even more devastatingly attractive.
As if the universe had gone, Let’s give him just a little something extra.
And as if that weren’t enough, the man held a bouquet of red roses in one hand, vibrant and absurdly romantic, like he’d stepped straight out of a K-drama and into Sunoo’s sad little hallway.
Sunoo swallowed…
Stared…
Stared some more…
This was either a hallucination brought on by emotional distress and a sugar overload…or the hottest man he’d ever seen in his life was standing outside his apartment door with flowers.
And honestly? Either way, he was not prepared.
———
Sunoo stared a second longer, brain completely short-circuiting, before apparently deciding that thinking was optional tonight.
Because without another moment of hesitation, he swung the door open.
“Can I help you?”
The words came out polite. Casual. Entirely unaware of the fact that he was standing there in a crumpled pink satin pajama set—soft, glossy, and very clearly slept in. Delicate feathers trimmed the cuffs of his sleeves and the hems of his pant legs, fluttering slightly as he moved, like he’d crawled out of a particularly dramatic sleepwear commercial.
Unfortunately, the look was…compromised to say the least.
Tteokbokki sauce splattered the front of his top and dotted one sleeve. His hair was flattened on one side from the couch, and there was absolutely zero chance this get-up could be mistaken for anything other than emotional-support pajamas.
The man in front of him froze.
His eyes dropped. Slowly. Very thoroughly.
The feathers.
The satin.
The sauce.
Taking all of it in…
Then they snapped back to Sunoo’s face, brows raised just enough to give him away—shock, concern, and something dangerously close to disbelief.
“Um,” he said carefully, gesturing vaguely at Sunoo’s entire being. “Is that…what you’re wearing on our date?”
Silence…
Sunoo blinked…
Once…
Twice…
“Our what?”
His gaze finally followed the man’s, trailing down his own body. The pink. The feathers. The tteokbokki carnage.
His soul left his body immediately.
“Oh,” he breathed. “Oh no.”
He looked back up, mortified, heat rushing to his face so fast it was honestly impressive.
“This…this isn’t—” Sunoo waved a hand at himself, then at the roses, then back at the hallway, completely losing the plot. “I didn’t know you were…I mean, I wasn’t…this is not—”
He cut himself off with a short, hysterical laugh, running a hand through his hair.
“I swear,” he said, cheeks burning, feathers trembling with every movement, “I usually don’t answer my door looking like a failed Valentine’s Day display.”
The man paused.
Then—very slowly—the corner of his mouth twitched.
And somehow, that was infinitely worse.
———
Sunghoon’s expression softened almost immediately.
Whatever concern had flickered across his face melted into something warmer—amused, fond, unmistakably charmed.
His eyes lingered on the feathers trembling at Sunoo’s cuffs, the way he kept fidgeting like he might physically combust from embarrassment, the faint red stains he was very clearly trying not to acknowledge.
Instead of stepping back, Sunghoon laughed. Quiet. Breathless. Like he’d been caught off guard in the best possible way.
“I—” He stopped himself, lips pressing together as if to regain composure. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard.”
Sunoo scoffed, mortified. “You didn’t catch me off guard. You caught me…mid–tteokbokki spiral.”
That only seemed to make the confusion worse.
Sunghoon paused—not in alarm, but in brief, genuine thought. His gaze flicked back to the stains, then to Sunoo’s face, as if mentally recalibrating. A beat passed.
Then he smiled.
Soft. Genuine. Eyes crinkling slightly, like he’d decided he didn’t care to question it too hard.
And something in Sunoo’s chest flipped. Not fluttered. Flipped.
“No,” Sunghoon said, shaking his head a little. “It’s—” He gestured vaguely between the feathers, the satin, the sauce. “It’s kind of…cute.”
Cute…
Sunoo’s brain must have malfunctioned for the fifth time that night.
He stared at the man in front of him for a long beat before squinting slightly, suspicion finally cutting through the haze of embarrassment and attraction.
“Okay,” Sunoo said slowly. “Before you call me cute in my crime scene pajamas, I need to know—” He tilted his head, studying the man in front of him. The suit. The roses. The face that genuinely looked sculpted by the gods. “Who are you?”
Sunghoon blinked. “You…don’t know?”
“No,” Sunoo said, dead serious. “I just know you’re standing at my door, looking like a Greek god with flowers, insisting we’re going on a date.”
Sunghoon chuckled, then shifted his grip on the roses, suddenly looking a little shy. Just a little.
“You’re Sunoo, right?” he asked.
Sunoo nodded cautiously.
“I’m Sunghoon,” he said. “You know…from Bite Into Romance?”
Silence…
Sunoo stared at him…
Then—
“Oh.”
Oh…
His eyes widened. His mouth fell open. He looked Sunghoon up and down again, recognition crashing in all at once.
“You’re—” He pointed. “That Sunghoon.”
Sunghoon smiled, pleased—and absolutely smitten.
And Sunoo panicked.
Like…immediate, full-body panic.
“Come in… come in, yeah,” he blurted out, stepping aside before his brain could intervene. “Shoes are fine. Or don’t. I don’t…just come in.”
The door shut behind Sunghoon, and Sunoo’s soul left his body.
Because there it was.
The couch.
In all its devastating glory.
Blankets tangled up like they’d survived a small war. An empty ice cream pint tipped on its side. The tteokbokki container sitting open on the coffee table, sauce smeared on the container like Sunoo had not waited a second to dig into the dish as soon as he’d gotten his hands on it.
“Oh my god,” Sunoo muttered. Now a bit louder, he added, “Sorry. So sorry. I swear it didn’t look like this five minutes ago.”
He lunged for the couch, grabbing blankets and attempted to fold them into something that resembled intentional decor. The ice cream pint was relocated—briefly—to the floor, then immediately snatched back up to be tossed out.
Sunghoon watched…
Silently…
Fascinated…
His eyes tracked every frantic movement, every careless shove of food and fabric. The scent of warm, human food lingered in the air—sweet, spicy, unmistakable.
Interesting.
Sunoo scooped up the tteokbokki container like it might explode. “I just…okay… I need to shower. Very quickly. I’ll be so fast. You can—”
He gestured wildly at the TV, which continued playing uninterrupted chaos.
“—watch this. Housewives. Beverly Hills. It’s loud. You’ll figure it out.”
Sunghoon blinked. “Oh.”
Sunoo was already backing away. “Don’t touch anything…no, wait, touch whatever. Sit. Relax. Pretend this is normal.”
And then he vanished down the hallway.
Sunghoon stood there, alone, holding roses, surrounded by throw blankets and emotional support snacks.
After a moment, he sat down—carefully—on the edge of the couch.
On-screen, someone threw a drink.
Sunghoon stiffened.
“…Is this a ritual?” he murmured.
He glanced toward the bathroom door, then back at the TV, expression unreadable as another argument escalated.
He had been invited inside. Trusted immediately. Left alone.
And expected to watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.
Sunghoon leaned back, bouquet resting beside him, eyes narrowing slightly as the drama unfolded.
“…Fascinating,” he decided.
———
The second the bathroom door shut behind him, Sunoo sagged against it like his bones had given up.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. Then, louder, “Oh my god.”
He twisted the shower knob all the way to hot, steam immediately blooming through the small bathroom as he shed his sauce-stained pajamas and stepped under the spray. The water hit his skin, grounding him for exactly two seconds—
And then he spiraled.
His mind took him back to Monday night.
That Monday night.
To heartbroken, slightly feral, and extremely drunk Sunoo.
He could still picture it vividly: him and Jungwon crammed into a bar booth, surrounded by empty glasses and bad decisions. Jungwon had been nodding along as Sunoo ranted, eyes glassy but supportive.
“You need a distraction,” Jungwon had declared, slamming his phone onto the table. “A hot one.”
And Sunoo—teary-eyed, mascara smudged, dignity long gone—had agreed.
That’s when he’d downloaded a dating app.
Several, actually.
But that one—
Bite Into Romance.
Even now, Sunoo groaned, pressing his forehead to the tile as water streamed down his back.
He remembered squinting at the description, phone inches away from his face.
A dating app for vampires seeking their true match.
He’d laughed… Actually laughed…
“Oh,” he’d slurred, nudging Jungwon. “It’s like…sexy roleplay. You know. Cosplay but horny.”
Naturally…
Because vampires weren’t real…
So naturally—naturally—he’d downloaded it…
He could still see the interface clearly in his mind, thumbs moving lazily as he scrolled.
Profile after profile.
❌ Vladimir, 7,342 years old
Is a vampire. Seeking a vampire.
Favorite blood type: O-negative
❌ Absolutely not.
❌ Lucien, 1,204 years old
“Recently relocated from Transylvania”
Enjoys moonlit hunts and ancient rituals
❌ Hard pass.
❌ Seraphine, 698 years old
“No humans. No exceptions.”
Favorite blood type: AB-positive
❌ Okay girl, relax.
Sunoo had been losing it, giggling to himself as he swiped left over and over.
“These people are so committed,” he’d laughed. “The lore is crazy.”
And then—
He’d stopped.
Because suddenly, filling his screen, was the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his entire life.
Dark hair. Sharp jaw. Thick eyebrows. Two moles like someone had kissed his face and never taken their lips away.
Sunghoon.
Sunoo didn’t even read the profile.
Didn’t check the age.
Didn’t read the bio.
Didn’t question why a man who looked like that was on a vampire dating app.
He’d stared for exactly half a second before slamming the super like button.
“Worth it,” he’d said decisively, tossing his phone onto the table. “Whatever this is, it’s worth it.”
And that’s where he drew a blank.
Sunoo didn’t even recall ever texting the man afterwards to make date plans, let alone give said Greek-god esque man his address.
Back in the present, Sunoo let out a strangled sound and slid his hands down his face, water pouring over his lashes.
“There is a man pretending to be a vampire,” he muttered to himself, “sitting on my couch. Watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.”
He leaned back under the spray, staring up at the ceiling through the steam.
“And I super liked him,” he added faintly.
“…Without reading his profile.”
He closed his eyes.
“This,” Sunoo decided, “is what rock bottom feels like.”
———
Sunoo emerged from the shower feeling significantly more stressed, and significantly less like a gremlin who had been rotting his life away.
Wrapped in a towel, hair still damp and curling softly around his face, he stood in the middle of his bedroom staring at his open closet like it had personally betrayed him.
“What do you wear,” he muttered aloud, scavenging through hangers, “on a date…with a supposed vampire?”
He yanked one top out. Immediately rejected it. Tossed it onto the bed.
“No.”
Too casual.
Another dress.
Too much.
Something black.
Too funeral.
Clothes began to fly—shirts tossed over the chair, skirts draped haphazardly across the bed, a pair of pants abandoned on the floor. Sunoo groaned, pacing once before stopping short.
He knew exactly what he was going to wear.
His favorite white sweater dress.
Soft. Elegant. Effortlessly pretty, the hem falling perfectly at mid-thigh. He pulled it on, smoothing it down with a hopeful breath, then slipped into his reddish-maroon tights. His Prada loafers followed, grounding him just enough not to spiral again.
He grabbed his matching bag, slung it over his shoulder, then paused.
Not done yet.
Sunoo moved back to his vanity.
This part…this, he knew.
He dabbed concealer beneath his eyes, brightening his face instantly, then swept a soft shimmer across his eyelids. His lashes were defined with careful strokes of mascara, cheeks warmed with a touch of blush, lips finished with a glossy sheen that made him look effortlessly put together instead of emotionally unraveling.
He dried his hair next, fingers combing through the strands until they fell just right.
And for the finishing touch.
Sunoo clipped a small black bow into his hair, tilting his head slightly as he assessed his reflection.
…Okay.
He looked good.
Then he took a steadying breath and stepped out of his room.
Sunghoon was still on the couch.
Not just sitting—the man was invested.
Leaning forward slightly, elbow braced on his knee, eyes glued to the screen as one of the Housewives went on a dramatic monologue about loyalty and betrayal. The bouquet of roses rested forgotten beside him.
“…and after everything I did for you—” the TV blared.
Sunghoon nodded faintly. “Exactly,” he murmured.
Sunoo blinked…
“Uh,” he said.
Sunghoon turned…
And immediately choked on his own spit.
He coughed once. Then again, sitting up straighter far too quickly, hand coming up to his mouth as his eyes widened.
“Oh—” he managed. “I…s-sorry—”
Sunghoon stared…
Like, openly… Shamelessly…
The dress. The tights. The way the soft white fabric contrasted with the dark bow in Sunoo’s hair. The way he suddenly looked less like chaos incarnate and more like something out of a dream.
Sunghoon swallowed hard.
“You,” he said, voice cracking just slightly, “you look… wow.”
Sunoo felt his cheeks heat instantly. “Oh…thanks. I… um… sorry, were you…watching?”
Sunghoon glanced back at the TV, where someone had just dramatically stormed out of a room.
“Yes,” he said, then paused. “B-but also…no.”
He abruptly stood, smoothing down his suit jacket with hands that suddenly didn’t quite know what to do with themselves, expression dazed and a little helpless.
And for the first time since arriving, Park Sunghoon—Greek god, alleged vampire, perfectly composed—looked like a complete loser.
But somehow, that made him even more attractive.
———
They were halfway out the door when Sunghoon paused.
“So,” he asked casually, adjusting his coat as if this were a perfectly normal question. “Where are we going?”
Sunoo stopped short…
“…What?”
Sunghoon blinked. “For the date.”
Sunoo turned to stare at him, genuine disbelief written all over his face. “You’re asking me?”
“Yes,” Sunghoon said, tilting his head. “You’re the one who said you were good at planning dates.”
Silence…
Sunoo’s mouth opened. Then closed.
“I—” He frowned. “I said that?”
Sunghoon nodded. “Several times. You were very confident about it.”
Sunoo felt heat rush to his face.
“Oh my god,” he muttered. “I’m never drinking again.”
Sunghoon’s lips twitched. “You were so enthusiastic.”
Sunoo groaned softly, rubbing his temples as his brain scrambled to recover. He definitely did not remember hyping himself up as some kind of date-planning expert—but it sounded like something drunk him would absolutely do.
“Okay,” he said finally, straightening. “Fine. I do know one place.”
Sunghoon watched him with interest.
“My favorite steakhouse,” Sunoo continued. “Best food I’ve ever had. Like—life changing. If I’m going to accidentally go on a date with a vampire roleplayer, it might as well be there.”
Sunghoon smiled. “Sounds perfect.”
And somehow—miraculously—it was.
The restaurant was warm and dimly lit, filled with dark wood and low lighting, the kind of place that made everything feel intimate by default. They sat across from each other in a cozy booth, menus open, candle flickering between them.
And for the first time that night, Sunoo felt relaxed.
Right up until they ordered that is.
“I’ll have the ribeye,” Sunoo said easily, handing his menu back. “Medium rare, please.”
He paused, then added brightly—
“Oh… and a side of garlic mashed potatoes.”
Sunghoon’s brain promptly shut down.
Garlic…
He stared at Sunoo like he’d just announced some sort of a personal vendetta against all vampire kind…
“…Garlic,” Sunghoon repeated faintly.
Sunoo blinked. “Yeah? They’re amazing.”
Sunghoon nodded slowly, gripping his menu a little tighter. “I’m sure.”
The waiter turned to Sunghoon. “And for you, sir?”
Sunghoon inhaled once. “I’ll have two steaks.”
Sunoo’s head snapped up. “Two?”
“Yes,” Sunghoon said calmly. “Completely raw.”
Sunoo froze.
Raw…
Like…raw raw?
The waiter paused. “I’m sorry—”
“Uncooked,” Sunghoon clarified, helpfully. “No seasoning. No sides.”
Sunoo stared at him, smile slowly fading as his brain tried—and failed—to process this information.
Okay. So he’s serious. Very serious. About whatever this weird ass vampire role play is.
The waiter cleared his throat. “W-we…can’t do that sir.”
Sunghoon looked genuinely disappointed. “Oh.”
After a long, uncomfortable beat, he nodded. “Then blue rare. No sides.”
The waiter scribbled something down and left at record speed.
Silence settled between them.
Sunoo tilted his head, watching Sunghoon carefully, like he might suddenly explain himself.
“…You’re really committed to the bit,” Sunoo said at last.
Sunghoon smiled serenely, internally unraveling…
Cooked steak. Garlic mashed potatoes. Human food.
Across from him, Sunoo was spiraling just as hard…
Two raw steaks. No sides. No shame.
Sunoo picked up his water, took a slow sip, and nodded to himself.
Okay. Cool. Totally normal.
They met each other’s eyes and smiled.
Both of them thinking the exact same thing: This date is unhinged.
———
They settled into an easier rhythm after ordering—conversation flowing, shoulders relaxing, the initial awkwardness giving way to something warm and unmistakably flirty.
Sunoo rested his chin in his hand, eyes flicking over Sunghoon’s face with open appreciation. “So,” he said lightly, lips curving. “Can I ask you something?”
Sunghoon smiled. “Anything.”
“What is someone as ridiculously handsome as you doing on that god-awful vampire roleplay app?” Sunoo asked. “And more importantly—how long have you been pretending to be a vampire?”
Sunghoon’s smile faltered…
“…Pretending?”
Sunoo laughed softly, waving a hand. “You know. The bit. The whole ancient, mysterious, blood-coven persona thingy.” He tilted his head. “You’re very committed, by the way. Ten out of ten for effort.”
Sunghoon stared at him…
Not blankly—more like someone who had just realized they were having two completely different conversations.
“I—” he started, then stopped. His brows knit together, confusion flickering beneath his fond expression. “Sunoo, what do you mean—”
Just then, the waiter arrived.
Two plates were set down.
One in front of Sunoo: a perfectly cooked medium-rare steak, glistening slightly, steam rising gently. Beside it—garlic mashed potatoes, creamy and fluffy.
The other in front of Sunghoon: two blue-rare steaks. Barely seared. Deep red. Stark. Unaccompanied by anything else.
They both froze.
Sunoo stared at Sunghoon’s plate…
Sunghoon stared at Sunoo’s…
Horrified silence stretched between them.
“…Wow,” Sunoo said faintly. “You really went for it.”
Sunghoon swallowed. “…You ordered garlic.”
Sunoo glanced down at his plate, then back up. “Yeah?”
Sunghoon watched—watched—as Sunoo casually picked up his fork, scooped a bite of garlic mashed potatoes, and ate it without hesitation.
Without even a hint of pain…
Sunghoon’s world tilted on its axis.
“…Why isn’t the garlic affecting you?” he asked slowly.
Sunoo blinked. Then laughed. “Oh! Because I’m not actually a vampire.”
Sunghoon frowned. “Then why are you on—”
Sunoo leaned forward conspiratorially. “Because I’m really into the roleplay.”
Silence…
Sunghoon’s expression shifted—confusion deepening, genuine now “…What roleplay?” he asked carefully. “What bit?”
Sunoo hesitated.
“You’ve been talking about it all night,” Sunghoon continued, voice calm but eyes searching. “And I don’t understand what you mean.”
Something cold slid down Sunoo’s spine.
“…Wait,” he said slowly.
He looked at Sunghoon again—not just at his face, but at the way he held himself. The stillness. The composure. The raw steaks. The earlier comments that suddenly felt…less playful.
“You’re saying,” Sunoo began, heart starting to race, “that you’re not—”
He stopped.
Laughed once. Weakly.
“That’s stupid tho,” he said quickly. “Because vampires don’t exist.”
Sunghoon didn’t laugh. He just looked at Sunoo—soft, earnest, and suddenly very serious.
And the silence stretched for way too long.
Sunoo shifted in his seat, nerves buzzing under his skin. “Okay,” he said, forcing a laugh that sounded a little too high-pitched. “So either you’re doing elite-level method acting, or—”
Sunghoon suddenly reached across the table and gently took Sunoo’s wrist.
Sunoo short-circuited…
“Whoa…o-okay…handsome stranger… a warning would be nice—”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Sunghoon said quickly, eyes wide like he was the one panicking now. “I just need to…check something.”
“Check what?” Sunoo asked, heartbeat suddenly very loud in his ears.
Sunghoon frowned slightly, thumb brushing Sunoo’s pulse.
Then—
“Oh.”
Sunoo swallowed. “What does ‘oh’ mean.”
Sunghoon stared at him with something like awe. “Your heart is…very loud.”
“…That’s because I’m terrified?”
“No,” Sunghoon said softly. “It’s because you’re human.”
Sunoo yanked his hand back. “Nope. No. Absolutely not. That’s not—”
Sunghoon leaned back, clearly reeling. “You’re warm.”
Sunoo pointed at him. “Everyone is warm.”
“You’re alive-warm,” Sunghoon said, as if that clarified anything.
Sunoo laughed again. It came out hysterical. “Okay, wow. You’re really committing to this vampire thing.”
Sunghoon hesitated.
“…Sunoo.”
“Yeah?”
“May I show you something?”
Sunoo eyed him suspiciously. “Define ‘something.’”
Instead of answering, Sunghoon glanced around the restaurant. Every table was full. Normal people. Normal noises. Normal night.
Then he sighed. “Okay. That might be too much.”
Sunoo blinked. “Too much what.”
Sunghoon leaned forward instead. Lowered his voice.
“The garlic mashed potatoes didn’t affect you,” he said gently. “It’s because you’re human.”
Sunoo scoffed. “Obviously.”
“And you were probably wondering why I ordered my steak raw,” Sunghoon continued. “It’s because cooked food does nothing for me.”
Sunoo froze.
“…Nothing?”
“I don’t taste it,” Sunghoon said. “I don’t digest it. I only ordered it slightly cooked because the restaurant doesn’t allow it any other way. I had to be polite.”
Sunoo stared at his plate. Then back at Sunghoon.
“…You ordered two almost raw steaks to be polite?”
“Yes.”
Sunoo exhaled sharply. “Jesus Christ.”
Sunghoon hesitated, something unreadable flickering across his face.
“…Sunoo,” he said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Do you remember earlier,” Sunghoon continued, voice lowering just a bit, “when I smiled at you and you got flustered?”
Sunoo blinked. “That doesn’t narrow it down at all.”
Sunghoon huffed a quiet laugh—fond, almost relieved.
“I didn’t mean to,” he said. “I just…forgot myself for a second.”
Sunoo was utterly confused now…
But before he could ask what that meant, Sunghoon leaned forward slightly.
And his canines—very distinctly—slid longer.
Not dramatically.
Not glow-in-the-dark.
Just enough.
And Sunoo’s brain left the building.
He stared.
Then—
“No,” he said flatly. “Nope. Nope nope nope. That’s fake. That’s prosthetics. That’s…w-what are those…veneers?”
Sunghoon blinked. “…Do you want me to put them away?”
“They move?”
Sunghoon did…
Sunoo slammed his hands on the table. “OH MY GOD.”
A couple at the next table glanced over.
Sunghoon flinched. “Please don’t yell.”
“You’re a VAMPIRE,” Sunoo whisper-yelled. “A REAL ONE.”
“Yes,” Sunghoon said apologetically. “But a very normal one.”
“That is the LEAST reassuring thing you could’ve said.”
Sunghoon hesitated, then added, “I also don’t have a reflection.”
Sunoo gasped. “LIAR.”
Sunghoon subtly tilted his phone toward Sunoo—front camera open.
Sunoo leaned in…
Where Sunghoon should’ve been—
Nothing.
Just Sunoo. Wide-eyed. Horrified. Stunning.
Sunoo screamed…
“WHY DID YOU COME TO MY APARTMENT.”
“You invited me,” Sunghoon said softly.
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE ROLEPLAYING.”
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE A VAMPIRE,” Sunghoon shot back.
They stared at each other.
Then Sunoo slumped back into the booth, hands over his face.
“I almost fed you garlic mashed potatoes.”
Sunghoon paused. “…You offered me a bite.”
“I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU.”
“…It would have just irritated my stomach…I can handle a little bit of garlic, I’m pretty old in vampire age”
Sunoo peeked through his fingers. “So you’re saying garlic gives vampires tummy aches.”
Sunghoon nodded. “Mostly.”
Sunoo laughed. Once. Then again. A little hysterical.
“This is the worst date I’ve ever been on,” he said weakly.
Sunghoon smiled.
“It’s my best.”
Sunoo dropped his hands and stared at him.
“…You’re serious.”
“Completely.”
A beat passed with them just staring at one another.
Sunoo sighed. “Okay.”
Sunghoon blinked. “Okay?”
“You’re hot,” Sunoo said. “You’re weird. You didn’t murder me. And I’m already emotionally committed to this date.”
Sunghoon’s lips curved. “So?”
“So,” Sunoo said, gesturing to the table, “you’re paying, because you’re immortal.”
Sunghoon laughed—soft, fond, completely smitten.
“Deal.”
———
The rest of the date went suspiciously well.
They talked and laughed like nothing had altered Sunoo’s understanding of reality itself.
Sunghoon, being the gentle vampire he is, walked Sunoo home, their shoulders brushing, conversation easy and warm—a little too warm for someone who had casually confirmed he drank blood for sustenance.
And Sunoo smiled and nodded and tried his darnedest to not think about that part, choosing instead to focus on how handsome Sunghoon looked under the streetlights and how effortlessly charming he was.
By the time they reached Sunoo’s apartment door, his brain was still catching up.
So, naturally, he unlocked it, paused, then blurted out, “Do you want to come in?”
Sunghoon stopped short…
“…Are you sure?” he asked carefully.
Sunoo glanced back at him in disbelief.
“You just told me you’re a vampire. If I don’t ask questions now, I’m going to spiral into a crazy person until I can track you down and ask them.”
That seemed to convince him.
Sunghoon stepped inside like someone being invited across a threshold for the first time, eyes flicking around the apartment. “You’re taking this remarkably well.”
“I’m not,” Sunoo said immediately. “I’m repressing.”
They barely made it to the couch before Sunoo turned to him.
“Okay. Rapid fire,” he said, pacing. “You drink blood.”
“Yes.”
“Human blood?” Sunoo asked, stopping short.
Sunghoon hesitated.
“I try not to,” he said honestly. “Human blood can be…addictive. Vampires who feed from the same human tend to become…obsessive.”
Sunoo swallowed…
Not because of the words—but because Sunghoon was looking at him. Not like a predator. Not like a threat. Just—with an intensity that Sunoo had never felt before. Like the older man was trying very hard not to stare and failing.
“Oh,” Sunoo said faintly. “Good to know.”
Sunghoon cleared his throat, clearly aware of the tension now. “Next question.”
“Do you sleep in a coffin?”
“Sometimes.”
Sunoo nodded. “Okay. That tracks.”
“Do you sparkle in the sunlight?”
Sunghoon blinked. Then snorted. “This isn’t Twilight, Sunoo. Real vampires burn in the sun.”
Sunoo gasped.
“Wait,” he said, eyes lighting up. “You know what Twilight is?”
Sunghoon instantly looked like he was regretting mentioning Twilight. “…Yes.”
“That’s it,” Sunoo said decisively. “Next date, we’re having a Twilight movie marathon. You’re telling me what’s accurate and what’s not.”
Sunghoon stared at him. “Next…date?”
Sunoo froze.
“Oh,” he said. “I just…assumed.”
Sunghoon smiled, flustered and fond and very obviously relieved. Also just a tad bit happy that he opened his big mouth about Twilight. “I’d like that.”
Something clicked into place then—laughter turning softer, the space between them shrinking without either of them noticing.
At some point, Sunoo stopped pacing. At some point, Sunghoon’s hands found his waist. At some point, Sunoo kissed him.
It was impulsive and a little clumsy, but entirely mutual. They laughed into it, and stumbling back onto the couch, until Sunoo somehow ended up straddling Sunghoon’s lap.
They paused there, breathless.
“…How did we get here?” Sunoo whispered.
Sunghoon smiled up at him, eyes warm and unmistakably smitten.
“I was wondering the same thing.”
Silence took over, and they stared at each other for a second too long, breaths uneven, Sunoo still straddling Sunghoon’s lap like it made perfect sense.
Sunoo was the first to speak—voice light, teasing, not wanting to acknowledge how his heart had been racing at a million miles per hour since they got back to his apartment.
“So,” he said, eyes flicking to Sunghoon’s mouth. “Is this the part where the ancient vampire finally sucks my blood?”
Sunghoon went utterly still…
Slowly—very slowly—his hands tightened at Sunoo’s waist.
“Don’t tease me like that,” Sunghoon said, voice dropping low, rough around the edges. And when he looked up, the intensity in his gaze sent a shudder straight through Sunoo. “Unless you want me to become addicted to you, sweetheart.”
The word hit harder than Sunoo expected.
And a wave of unfamiliar pleasure curled low in his stomach—aching, wanting.
“Well,” Sunoo whispered, fingers curling into Sunghoon’s coat as he leaned in just a tad bit closer, “what if I do?”
Sunghoon squeezed his eyes shut…
For a moment, it looked like he was losing a battle he’d been fighting far longer than Sunoo could imagine—jaw clenched, breath uneven, shoulders tense like he was physically restraining himself.
“Sunoo,” he murmured, strained. “You shouldn’t—”
But Sunoo was already moving…
Slowly. Deliberately.
He nudged the neckline of his sweater dress aside, just slightly, exposing the smooth line of his neck. The cool air kissed his skin—and then Sunghoon inhaled sharply.
Sunoo shuddered at the sound…
And when Sunghoon leaned in, the closeness alone was enough to make a quiet, startled sound slip from Sunoo’s lips—something dangerously close to a whimper. He hadn’t known how overwhelmingly sweet anticipation could feel.
Sunghoon caught himself at the last second.
Instead of biting, he pressed his face into Sunoo’s neck, nuzzling there like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His lips brushed Sunoo’s skin in a brief, careful peck—soft, reverent, devastating.
Sunoo’s breath hitched…
Sunghoon pulled back just enough to look at him…
His fangs had grown without permission.
His eyes were dark, desperate, searching—every inch of him screaming not to lose control.
“…Is that okay?” he asked quietly.
Sunoo looked at him, chest rising and falling, desire buzzing through him in a way he’d never felt before.
“Yes,” he said softly.
Sunghoon's eyes darkened with a mix of reverence and raw hunger as he searched Sunoo's face, his breath warm against Sunoo's skin.
"And you’re sure about this, sweetheart?" he whispered, voice a low rumble that vibrated through Sunoo's body, making his pulse quicken in a way that felt less like fear and more like an electric thrill.
Sunoo nodded, his lips parting in anticipation, and that was all the encouragement Sunghoon needed.
And with an infinite amount of care, he tilted Sunoo's head to the side, his fangs grazing the tender spot just below Sunoo's ear.
The bite came swift and precise, a sharp pierce that melted into an overwhelming wave of pleasure, spreading from the point of contact like liquid fire through Sunoo's veins.
Instead of a painful scream, a gasp escaped Sunoo's lips, his body arching involuntarily as ecstasy coursed through him, every nerve alight with an intensity that left him trembling in Sunghoon's lap.
Sunoo was like clay in the older man’s hold now…
And Sunghoon drank deeply but gently, his free hand cradling the back of Sunoo's neck, caressing soft encouragements into his skin.
———
As Sunghoon pulled back, a faint trail of blood trickled down Sunoo's neck, and he leaned in to lick it clean with slow, languid strokes of his tongue, the sheer closeness of it all making the younger’s head spin.
Their mouths found each other next, kissing deeply, hungrily, as if the shared intimacy had unlocked something primal between them—lips crashing, tongues moving in a messy, passionate rhythm that tasted of iron and desire.
As they separated, Sunghoon's eyes—dark and intense—locked onto Sunoo's flushed face as he slowly raised his hand, tracing a finger along the curve of Sunoo's jaw before slipping two digits into his parted mouth.
"Suck for me, baby," Sunghoon murmured, his voice a low, commanding whisper that sent a shiver down the younger’s spine.
Sunoo's lips closed around the fingers instinctively, his tongue swirling around them with a mix of obedience and desire, tasting the salt of Sunghoon's skin as his own body responded with a rush of heat.
And as he sucked—eyes fluttering shut in a haze of pleasure—Sunghoon's free hand moved downward, gripping the delicate fabric of Sunoo's tights and underwear, yanking roughly until they tore with a sharp rip.
Sunoo let out a soft whine, his words muffled around the fingers in his mouth, "Those were my favorites—"
Sunghoon only chuckled…
His gaze softening as he leaned in to kiss Sunoo's forehead. "How about I buy you a new pair, baby. Something even better."
The promise hung in the air like a tender vow…
A vow that said, ‘this chaotic date can actually turn into something more…something worth cherishing.’
With a deliberate pull, Sunghoon withdrew his fingers from Sunoo's mouth, leaving a trail of wetness along his lips, and shifted his attention lower.
He traced circles around Sunoo's rim with those same slick fingers—gentle at first—building pressure as he slowly pressed one inside, feeling the warm, yielding tightness that made Sunoo gasp and arch his back.
All the while, Sunoo's hands fumbled with Sunghoon's pants, undoing them with eager fingers before wrapping his hand around the older man’s throbbing cock, stroking him in rhythm with the fingers going in-and-out of his own body.
The sensation overwhelming him in a wave of pleasure that blurred the line between pain and ecstasy.
"More," Sunoo breathed against the vampire’s lips.
Sunghoon paused…
His eyes locking onto Sunoo's with a tender intensity. "Only if you're ready, sweetheart—"
“Y-yes…god…p-please,” Sunoo whimpered in possibly the sweetest voice the older man’s had ever heard.
Sunghoon was a goner…
"Ride me baby," he instructed softly as he positioned himself at Sunoo’s entrance.
The younger gasped as Sunghoon pushed into him slowly but firmly.
"That’s right sweetheart…sit on my cock…fuck me…use me like your toy," Sunghoon groaned as he began to move inside him.
The sensation was intense; every thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of them.
"You feel so good," Sunghoon murmured assuringly against Sunoo’s neck before gently biting down on it again.
Sunoo moaned loudly as he finally found the strength to ride Sunghoon on the couch eagerly. His hips rolled in rhythm with Sunghoon’s movements as they both lost themselves in the moment.
The room filled with their moans and the sound of their bodies slapping together.
"H-harder…please," Sunoo begged breathlessly as he felt himself getting closer to his release.
Sunghoon obliged by thrusting harder and deeper into him while stroking Sunoo’s cock simultaneously.
The sensation was overwhelming for both of them; they were lost in their own world of pleasure.
And as they reached their peak together on the couch, Sunghoon pulled out quickly and flipped them over so that Sunoo was pressed against the back of his couch.
They were nowhere near done yet…
He entered the younger man again—roughly this time, but still with care not to hurt him too much.
“You ok baby—“
"Fuck me harder!" Sunoo cried out as he wrapped his legs around Sunghoon’s waist.
And who was Sunghoon to say no to such a request…
He complied by pounding into Sunoo relentlessly while gently piercing his sweetheart’s lip ever so slightly, just to get another taste of his sweet blood.
The sight of the gorgeous beauty under him. The taste of the sweetest blood he’s ever had in his life. The siren-like sounds being produced from Sunoo’s lips. All of it made the vampire enter a trance of raw need…
"More," Sunghoon growled as he continued to fuck him against the couch while licking up every drop of blood from his lip.
Sunoo moaned loudly again feeling himself getting close once more while Sunghoon continued to ravage him mercilessly.
The older groaned obsessively again after piercing another spot on Sunoo’s lip like a man possessed—his tongue lapping up every last drop before diving back into another kiss filled with desire.
Hungry for more blood from the goddess who he was already addicted to…
And with one hand still gripping onto the back of the couch for support—Sunghoon used his other hand to play with Sunoo’s cock while continuing to thrust into him deep and rough.
His fingers expertly teasing and stroking until it wasn’t long before they both came…hard.
Panting heavily as they basked in their shared ecstasy…
"I'm addicted to you," Sunghoon whispered softly into Sunoo’s ear before kissing him gently on the lips.
Pulling away just in time to look into those beautiful, amber eyes filled with love and lust before the fluttered close from sheer exhaustion.
Sunghoon didn’t move right away…
He stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to Sunoo’s, listening to the slowing rhythm of his breathing, memorizing the weight of him, the warmth—always the warmth.
“Addicted,” Sunghoon echoed quietly to himself, like the word both terrified and comforted him.
Carefully—reverently—he gathered Sunoo into his arms.
He was lighter than Sunghoon expected, body slack with trust as the older carried him down the hall.
Sunoo stirred faintly, mumbling something unintelligible, fingers curling weakly into the fabric of Sunghoon’s shirt.
“I’ve got you,” the vampire murmured, more promise than reassurance.
In the bedroom, he moved slowly, methodically—cleaning Sunoo up with gentleness, as if this process were something sacred. Every touch was careful, restrained, like he was constantly reminding himself how fragile humans were. How precious.
Sunoo sighed softly, eyes still closed, leaning instinctively into the warmth.
Sunghoon tucked him into bed, smoothing the sheets, brushing damp hair back from his face. He lingered there, standing watch longer than necessary, thumb ghosting over Sunoo’s cheek like it would cause him physical pain to stop touching him.
Sunoo shifted, sleepy and instinctive, turning toward him. “Stay,” he murmured.
Sunghoon’s breath caught.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he whispered fondly.
———
Sunoo woke up to the unmistakable feeling of being watched.
Like—intensely watched.
His eyes flew open…
And Sunghoon was sitting at the edge of the bed, completely still, hands folded neatly in his lap, staring at him with an expression that could only be described as reverent. Unblinking. Silent. Pale in the early morning light filtering through the curtains.
Sunoo screamed…
Sunghoon flinched. “I’m so sorry—”
“What the fuck,” Sunoo croaked, scrambling upright and clutching the blanket to his chest. “Why are you doing the Edward Cullen thing.”
Sunghoon blinked. “The…what?”
“You were watching me sleep,” Sunoo accused. “Men get restraining orders for less.”
“I wasn’t being creepy,” Sunghoon said quickly. “I just don’t sleep.”
“That doesn’t make it any better.”
Sunoo took a breath, heart pounding, then looked around.
His room.
His room.
The absolute disaster he’d left behind the night before—clothes everywhere, makeup scattered across the dresser, one shoe on the bed, the other somehow upside down near the door…
Except.
It was spotless.
Sunoo slowly looked around.
“…Why is my room clean.”
Sunghoon straightened, suddenly sheepish. “I couldn’t sleep. And you looked overwhelmed yesterday. So I…organized.”
“You reorganized my entire life?”
“Yes.”
Sunoo stared at him. “You’re a vampire.”
“Yes.”
“And you spent your night folding my sweaters.”
Sunghoon nodded. “They’re color-coded now.”
Sunoo dropped his head back into his pillows. “I’m going to pass out again.”
They sat there in awkward silence for a moment—Sunoo processing, Sunghoon trying very hard not to stare again.
Eventually, Sunghoon cleared his throat. “Are you…hungry?”
Sunoo squinted at him. “I thought you didn’t eat food?”
“I can cook,” Sunghoon said defensively. “I cook a mean fried egg.”
“A mean fried egg,” Sunoo repeated.
“It’s very well-seasoned.”
Sunoo considered this. “Okay. I’ll take the risk.”
Sunghoon stood, then paused. “Also,” he added casually, “I’m technically stuck here until the sun goes down.”
Sunoo perked up. “Oh my god.”
“…Is that bad?”
“No,” Sunoo said quickly. “It’s perfect.”
Sunghoon hesitated. “Why?”
Sunoo grinned, “Because you’re watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills with me.”
Sunghoon smiled—slow, cheeky, resigned. “I guess that won’t be too bad.”
Sunoo beamed. “Welcome to your second trial of being my boyfriend.”
Sunghoon froze. “…Boyfriend?”
Sunoo paused. “…We’ll circle back to that.”