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Kim Doyoung is one weird human being.

Like, really weird.

Johnny knew he was weird in his own special way, which he had no problem with—he couldn’t love Doyoung any less. Even if he was always putting on 100 SPF sunscreen every time they left the house (even during winter when there are absolutely no UV rays) and it takes him at least 20 minutes to lather all the sunscreen on. Half of the bathroom cabinet is full of 100 SPF sunscreen and he hasn’t seen anything lower than 100 in there. 

With the weird sunscreen addiction that should probably be addressed on My Strange Addictions, he loves him all the same, don’t get him wrong. 

But after Doyoung started living with him, he’s realizing there are levels to Kim Doyoung’s weirdness.

Watching Doyoung stock the fridge with the food they got from the store, he’s realizing just how odd his diet is. He’s pulling out juice pouch upon juice pouch from a bag Johnny remembers seeing filling up half of his fridge at his old apartment. It’s weird seeing it mixed in with his food, and also very domestic. 

It’s almost like that His and Hers aesthetic with couples, but for the fridge.

“Do you get those from some farmer’s market?” Johnny asked after Doyoung put in the last weird-looking juice in the door. 

Doyoung shot him a look over his shoulder as he reached for the vegetables they bought at the store, “You could say that. It is the fresh and organic kind.” 

His weird, organic cranberry cannot be that good that it’s filling up the fridge like this.

“Why doesn’t it get packaged in a box? Like other juices?” If Doyoung is buying this many juice pouches, whoever the seller is must have enough money to buy boxes just from their sales to Doyoung alone.

Doyoung stood up from the floor and closed the fridge with a giggle, “I don’t know. They don’t really care about things like that. They just want to supply us and get us out of their faces. Chivalry doesn’t matter to them.”

Johnny hummed in response. He thought that all farmers were kind-hearted people who cared about their manners. Respect was supposed to be a big thing for them. Maybe that was just some stereotype and they were just a bunch of dicks who want money.

“That’s rude. They should be like Costco and at least give you recycled boxes to put your juice in.”

Doyoung gave him a weird look and shook his head with a smile, the gums of his teeth showing as he moved to start stocking the cabinets where Johnny keeps his snacks. 

As if that bag that held the juice was magical, he started pulling out other bags that had little snacks inside. It had the same packaging as the juice, no name or anything to tell you what the snack was. 

Johnny made a face with every snack he pulled out. His taste was so weird. All his snacks looked old-timey and dried out. They kind of looked like snacks you would find in a grandma’s house, or even a great-grandmother's. Anything with barely any additives seemed to be his favorite snack. Johnny’s a little upset that he can’t secretly steal his food when he isn’t home. 

“You have the taste buds of an old person.”

"And you're saying this because...?” 

“You literally bought the snacks only grandmothers buy. Only old people know where to buy that.”

Doyoung pouted and threw the loaf of bread they had argued about in the store at Johnny, “I may be old, but I’m not that old for my age.” 

“Okay, grandpa.” Johnny picked up the bread from the floor and put it where he usually keeps his bread. “You don’t even buy that kind of stuff. It just pops up in your home when you reach a certain age.”

For someone so young, Doyoung sometimes acts like an old man from the old days. His vocabulary sometimes sounds like a script straight from the old-timey movies. 

“Then that makes perfect sense for my age then, doesn’t it? You eat like a thirteen-year-old anyway. I’m not going to take this bullying from you.” Doyoung shook a box of teddy graham crackers that Johnny picked out to emphasize his point.

“Don’t make this about me.” Who doesn’t love a good teddy graham cracker every once in a while? 

Doyoung rolled his eyes and grabbed the toilet paper rolls, heading off to the bathroom to restock in there.

Johnny watched him leave and continued to put away their groceries and grabbed one of the fruit bowls and put it in the fridge. 

As he placed the final fruit bowl on the shelf, he somehow managed to cut his thumb on the plastic. A sharp piece of it had been poking out and he managed to pierce his skin with it.

He swore under his breath and went to the counter to grab a paper towel to wipe the blood away. As he reached for the roll, he yelped when a pale hand grabbed his wrist, scaring him shitless at the sudden grip. 

Doyoung was suddenly next to him with a hard look on his face, his eyes staring intensely at his hand that was slowly going numb. 

Before, Johnny used to jump at how quickly Doyoung was to react to things. It was inhumane how Doyoung could react in record time to something falling or going from one place to another when it was urgent. Johnny envisioned

“You’re bleeding.” He muttered, turning his hand around to show the blood that was slowly trickling down his thumb. 

How the hell did he know that? Johnny didn't cry out from pain or call him for help. 

“It’s nothing serious, just a—” Johnny stopped talking as Doyoung put his mouth on his thumb, sucking the blood up instead of just wiping it away with a paper towel. 

He had his eyes closed while he sucked on Johnny’s thumb, little moans coming from his throat as he swallowed it down. His teeth were slightly digging into his skin as he mindlessly sucked, like he was in a trance from the taste.

How good can iron taste in someone’s mouth?

Why was his dick twitching from this? 

“Hey…” Johnny breathed out, his voice almost caught on the knot in his throat, “I-I think the bleeding is done now…” 

Not a single reaction.

Doyoung was too focused on sucking his thumb, his  tongue swirling around the digit and mouth swallowing down every drop of blood—his hand was starting to grip his wrist even tighter. 

With the moaning, harsh sucking, closed eyes, plush lips wrapped around his finger—you would’ve thought Doyoung was sucking his dick—which was now getting hard in his pants.

He is way too into this. 

“Baby.” 

No response.

Johnny used his other hand to flick Doyoung’s forehead, getting the other man’s attention and finally getting him to stop sucking his thumb.

Doyoung glared at him through his eyelashes and let his thumb go, giving it one final lick before licking his teeth, “You’re all cleaned up.” The man turned around and went to the counter to look for the other bathroom supplies they bought. 

He furrowed his eyebrows together at that.

All cleaned up…his finger probably lost a fucking liter of blood with how long he was “cleaning” it up. 

It’s a little weird how into it Doyoung was, how happy he was to be licking up blood. Should he be concerned about that?

Shaking his hand and shrugging the weird feeling off, he stepped up to Doyoung and circled his arms around his waist, bringing the man close to his body so his bulge was rubbing against his ass, the subtle friction enough to elicit a soft moan from him.

The injury was out of his mind now—Johnny had way bigger fish to fry.

“Wanna help clean something else?” 

If he weren’t so distracted by Doyoung and his dick, he would’ve noticed later on in the day how his finger healed from the cut at a rather fast rate. No scar or dead skin surrounding the area. It looked as though he never got cut in the first place. 

Johnny needed to stop hosting game night.

He and Doyoung decided to have a little get-together and invite all their friends to their apartment. They had games, snacks, and Doyoung’s big ass karaoke machine he made Johnny buy for a thousand dollars. Johnny wanted the two-hundred-dollar one, but somehow Doyoung always manages to get his way (Johnny is weak and can never say no to him). 

Doyoung got into a heated argument with Jaehyun after accusing the man of cheating throughout one of the games they played. Johnny swore there was something put in his drink, seeing how he’s been arguing with everyone over the smallest things that make him mad. He argued with Donghyuck over the drinks being wrong, Taeyong about his outfit being ugly, which might’ve just been Doyoung being a dick, and Jungwoo argued with him over the interior, which he’s seen a thousand times.

It seemed like everyone had a plan that involved ragebaiting Doyoung and excluding Johnny. It would’ve been nice to know about a silly little prank on Doyoung and be able to participate in it, but he wasn’t too mad. The man was so cute when he’s angry and riled up. He had a habit of pouting when he was mad and his cheeks would puff up in the cutest way possible—cute cheeks added with the combo of furrowed brows and pouty lips had Johnny’s heart clenching from how much he loved his boyfriend.

“Doyoung, why would I cheat? I don’t care enough about this game to cheat.” Jaehyun said with the most bullshit expression on his face. Those were the exact words a person who is cheating would say.

Doyoung scoffed and threw one of the game pieces at the man, “I watched you cheat! You weren’t discreet about it at all!”

“You didn’t watch shit! Focus on your twelve dollars and the property you have to pay for.” Jaehyun sat up straight, his once lousy posture now straight as a board as he got riled up.

“Yeah! Focus on the debt you’re about to be in to Donghyuck!” Jungwoo chimed in, defending his boyfriend.

“Don’t worry about my money! At least it’s honest money! Jaehyun has almost one million dollars! He just had twenty thousand five minutes ago!” 

“Weirdo, why are you stalking my every move?” 

Doyoung inhaled deeply and dropped his head into his hands, gripping his hair tightly and letting out a groan. There was so much anguish behind it. Johnny should be a good boyfriend and come to his defense, but the one time he tried doing it, he got caught in the crossfire and got cussed out by Doyoung.

“Wait, you have a million?” Jungwoo looked at Jaehyun's stack and then looked down at his own, squinting his eyes suspiciously between the two. 

He started counting his pile of money and gasped loudly once he finished.

“Did you steal my god damn money?” Jungwoo shoved Jaehyun, who gave him a crazy look in response.

Doyoung lifted his head and pointed at Jaehyun with both hands, his lips curling into a smile of excitement now that Jaehyun’s boyfriend wasn’t on his side anymore. 

“Cheater! I told you he was cheating!” His hands were literally shaking as he pointed at Jaehyun. Johnny couldn’t help but laugh at how happy he was just by Jungwoo turning on Jaehyun.

“You robbed me? Your boyfriend? I’ve done nothing but help you steal Johnny’s money and this is how you repay me?”

“Whoa, hang on. What?” Okay, nothing was funny now. Now Johnny was involved in it.

“How did I not see you steal my money!” Johnny recounted the cash he had and swore under his breath when he realized he had one hundred thousand dollars missing. Jungwoo was sitting across from the table. He wasn’t in arm's reach at all! There was no possible way for him to rob him!

“You seriously broke the one rule we imposed? Are you that much of a sore loser!”

Johnny doesn’t remember a rule being imposed, but it must be about cheating.

Jungwoo gasped and put a hand to his chest at the accusation, “How dare you accuse me of such a thing! I would never.”

“You just said you helped Jaehyun by robbing me!”

“Do you have proof I did?”

“No, but you said it not even 5 seconds ago!”

“I did not? You have no proof, so your words mean nothing.” Jungwoo crossed his arms and turned his head away.

What is wrong with him?

“Aren’t you going to do something about those two?” Doyoung turned to Taeyong, who was supposed to be the referee for their game since somebody always ends up cheating. He hadn’t been watching the game at all, too busy watching whatever was playing on his phone instead. He had been playing with them earlier, but after losing one round of UNO, he was done playing. 

The man rolled his eyes and stuck a hand in his pockets, fishing around for something and taking it out to throw a handful of rice onto the board game. A shit load of rice covered the table, the sound of it dropping making everyone in the room stop what they were doing and stare at the fallen grain that littered the table. 

“God damnit, Tae! What the hell is your problem!” Donghyuck complained as he moved to clean up the mess.

Or Johnny thought he was going to clean up.

Why the hell did he start counting the rice and each individual piece? 

Why was nobody else confused at Donghyuck counting the grain?

Doyoung dropped his jaw in shock and moved his hands to choke Taeyong, but stopped himself in favor of counting every piece of rice on the table with Jungwoo. He was grumbling under his breath and had a deep pout on his face while counting.

Johnny doesn’t know how their game night turned into a game of counting grain, but he’s a little disturbed that nobody else is confused why they’re counting the rice and not cleaning it up. Jaehyun only looked triumphant and Taeyong went back to looking at his phone.

Thinking back to other incidents similar to this, Johnny remembers a time when he accidentally knocked over a bowl of rice that Doyoung had been preparing onto the floor. The younger man froze and looked down at the mess of grain with such disdain, shooting a killer look at Johnny before bending down to clean up the mess. He tried the help clean it up, but he pissed Doyoung off so bad that he was exiled from the kitchen instead. 

Halfway through the counting, Johnny stopped being weirded out and learned to be appreciative of things. The view of Doyoung’s ass as he leaned over to count the rice immediately stole Johnny’s attention from his boyfriend being weird.

Johnny has also come to realize that his boyfriend has no shame in anything.  

Sitting on the couch with Doyoung curled into his side, head stuffed into the side of his neck as they watch a random crime documentary on YouTube, Johnny feels Doyoung reposition his head so that his nose is poking into his neck and the next thing he knows, he’s hearing a big inhale come from Doyoung.

Johnny isn’t phased at all at the loud, obnoxious sniff. 

He’s pretty sure Doyoung has one of those kinks where people are obsessed with the smell of someone else. Scent kink? That might be it. Johnny isn’t sure if that only pertains to smelling the clothes of other people, or like sniffing underwear, but Doyoung loves to randomly smell Johnny’s body.

His neck and thighs, especially. 

The first time he smelled him, they were having sex together for the first time at the beginning of their relationship. Doyoung was in his lap riding him and halfway through it, Doyoung leaned his head down to take a big whiff of his neck. Nothing was subtle or quiet about his sniffing.

Doyoung let out the most intense and shuddering moan after taking in his smell. Johnny was caught off guard by it, a bit confused until Doyoung clenched and squeezed his dick so good that they were both coming.

Johnny learned that his boyfriend had a big scent kink and was surprisingly not weirded out by it. He loved that weird, kinky side of Doyoung. If sniffing him meant that it had him sounding like a god damn porn star and tighter than a fresh face lift, then Johnny was most definitely down for it. 

Later in their relationship, Doyoung started smelling him whenever he felt like it. 

He’d be coming home from the gym or a run and would be greeted by an eager Doyoung. They’d kiss their hello’s and then Doyoung would pull him into a hug and shove his face into his neck to get a big ole’ whiff of him. 

It would take him days to recount the number of times he’s caught Doyoung sniffing him. If he was on the couch cuddling with him, he’d casually smell him by his wrist or neck, basking in his smell and acting like it was completely normal.

Johnny feels like they’re only a few sniffs away from Doyoung sniffing his armpit or something. He can’t tell if he’s scared of it happening or turned on by the thought of it happening.

Right now as they cuddle on the couch, Johnny isn’t sure why he’s smelling him so intensely. Today was his lazy day, so he hasn’t put on any cologne to get any sort of smell for Doyoung to be obsessed about.

“Do I stink?” Johnny asked after Doyoung had his nose against his neck for a little longer than usual.

Doyoung kissed his skin, pulling back after pressing his soft lips against him and bringing up a hand to gently touch his neck, fingers gently massaging the sides of it and slowly applying pressure.

“No. You smell really good. Really sweet.” As if to make his statement more believable, he took another sniff of him, his eyes staring at his neck. His fingers started to dig into his neck, most likely feeling how hard his heart was beating through his pulse.

Johnny looked down at Doyoung and flushed at the intense stare he was being given. The man simply smiled as his face turned pink, his eyes nearly closing from the sweet smile he flashed at him before curling back into his side and putting his focus on the TV. He let out a breath he had been holding once those eyes were off of him.

One thing about Doyoung’s eyes that Johnny loved is that they hold so much power in them, so dark, beautiful and mesmerizing.

A single look from him has Johnny feeling a mix of emotions. Half the time, Johnny didn’t know he himself could feel such intense emotions. It’s as if Doyoung can control him to do certain things.

Most of the time when Doyoung gives him these specific half-lidded gazes, he just tends to get hard. Doyoung looks so mean and has a dominating vibe to him, his dick can’t help but twitch a little.

Sometime during the documentary, Doyoung started playing with the fingers on his hand. Looping his arm with his, he fiddled with the digits before he got bored of it. He rubbed the skin of his wrist instead, tracing random lines into it. It almost felt like he was tracing the veins in his arm.

To no one’s shock, the man brought his wrist up to his mouth and pressed his lips against it—directly onto his artery. 

Johnny can feel his pants getting tighter, adjusting a little so that he can be comfortable once more.

When Doyoung looked up at him with a curious gaze, he felt frozen. Glued to the couch and not in control of his own body due to the gaze. Breath caught in his throat and unable to look away from Doyoung’s eyes. 

Not like he’d want to move anywhere when Doyoung is repositioning himself on his lap and sitting on his dick, hand tightening its grip on the side of his neck. 

“You’re hard,” Doyoung said quietly, his hips rolling against his cock. Johnny moaned from the delicious friction, his thighs tensing up immediately. 

“Y-Yeah…” Johnny never knew that sex could be so intense before he met Doyoung. Being extremely attracted to your boyfriend and in love with them truly changes the game. All he has on his mind right now is Doyoung, the man invading every single one of his senses, almost like he had power over him and his body. 

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” The man asked, his thumb rubbing over his adams apple and his other hand coming up to hold his cheek lovingly. 

Johnny, unable to form a single word, nodded. He physically could not speak, not when Doyoung is incessantly grinding down on his cock and staring down at him with so much lust and desire. If he opened his mouth, nothing but a pathetic moan would come out.

Doyoung smiled at his response, one of his canines digging into his bottom lip as he lit up with excitement. Johnny felt his stomach twist with arousal, his cock throbbing even more at what was to come.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” 

Johnny turned his head to see someone pointing at the vacant chair beside him. He gave a swift nod and a smile to the stranger before turning back to watch the crowd of people dancing on the floor. Doyoung and all their friends were busy dancing drunkenly with each other, having fun and moving around with no care for anyone else. 

He stayed back at the bar because he spilled his drink on Taeyong after getting elbowed by Donghyuck who was dancing too hard. 

“Thank you.” The man said before sliding in the seat. Johnny paid him no mind, too busy watching Doyoung and Jungwoo dance provocatively with each other, laughing as they rolled their bodies in tandem.

Johnny took a sip of his beer without taking his eyes off of Doyoung. He loved seeing Doyoung so happy and carefree. Seeing his gummy smile made him so fond of the man, completely at bliss that Doyoung was his boyfriend.

Even if he’s in the middle of watching him grind on another man (It was just Jungwoo who was getting very close and handsy with Doyoung, Johnny knows that it’s all harmless fun.), he still loves to see his boyfriend in his element. Happily having fun with people he loved. The way his eyes turned into crescents from how hard he was smiling had Johnny’s heart—

“What brings you here tonight, handsome?” The same stranger asked, his voice sounding a little too close for his liking. 

Johnny glanced at him from the side and hummed, “Friend’s birthday. He wanted to celebrate here.” It was Donghyuck’s birthday and they already spent one too many hours at karaoke so the birthday boy decided that the club should be their next stop. 

“Happy birthday to him then. He must be getting free birthday shots right?” 

“Ten so far.” Donghyuck was lucky that his alcohol tolerance was high—scarily high. Ten shots in with four different drinks in his system was a scary thing but he didn’t even seem the slightest bit of tipsy. No flush on his cheeks or anything. Just usual loud mouth and exaggerated dancing. 

“If he’s getting free shots, can I buy you one?” 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

No wonder this stranger won’t stop talking his ear off. 

He just wanted to have a drink as he ogled his boyfriend in peace—why did he have to be so sexy and get hit on? 

“Nah, it's okay. I’m not really a shot person.” A lie. He took three shots at karaoke before coming here with everyone. 

On the dance floor, he saw Doyoung’s smile falter a little bit. His wide grin turned small, becoming a tight-lipped smile, his dancing also slowed down and lost its high-energy. Weird.

“Oh, really? Let me buy you a drink, then. A handsome man like you deserves something for free.” A hand settled on his leg, the uncomfortable warmth made his stomach twist with disgust. 

Johnny cringed at the cheesy pick up line. It was lame and overused. He never saw the appeal to buying someone else a drink when half the time it cheats you out of money for a person who was never interested. 

He was going to reject them upfront, but an idea popped into his head. 

Facing the man again, he had his best smile on his face and tilted his head a little, “Trying to loosen me up?” 

The stranger’s eyebrows shot up in shock at the response but he quickly recovered, “I want you to have fun—a bit of liquor won’t hurt, right? You deserve to have a fun night, preferably a fun night with a man like me.”

Johnny had to hold his disgust. He was encouraging the behavior just to make Doyoung jealous and mad, but his plan was backfiring very badly. He wanted to physically recoil from each cliche line that was thrown out. He has no idea how other people can flirt with strangers just to make their significant other jealous. He’s genuinely becoming sick with nausea and he hasn’t even gotten to any real flirting yet.

Sticking to his impromptu scheme, Johnny chuckled, his hand going to the man’s bicep to squeeze it, “How chivalrous of you.” 

“I’ll buy you any drink you want, sweets. Name whatever you want.” The man said, his smile growing at the subtle touch from Johnny while patting his thigh.

“Are you gonna buy me a drink, too?”

Johnny felt excitement bubble under his skin at the sudden appearance of Doyoung. He stood behind their chairs with his arms folded against his chest, jaw tense and eyes sharp while staring the stranger down. 

“Hi.” Johnny cheesed, unable to keep his facade up. He was just so happy to see Doyoung falling for the bait. He was in for a treat tonight when they get home. 

Doyoung turned his attention to him, those dark eyes narrowing even more as they fell on Johnny. He didn’t say anything back and only stared. It was a look that screamed he was in for it later. That was a look Johnny knew very well only because he loved to see Doyoung mad at him and take it out on him in bed.

“Um? Why would I buy you a drink?” The stranger spat, his hand finally leaving his leg while his eyes shifted to Doyoung, whose eyes tracked the hand's movement.

Johnny doesn’t know what happened, but he felt the air shift. It drastically got colder and a lot thicker. 

“Since you’re offering to buy my boyfriend one, I figured you have no problem buying me one?” Doyoung countered, looking him up and down. The stranger scoffed at the absurdity of Doyoung’s request. 

The air was for sure tense now. Johnny was silently hoping that they would get into a fight over him—just for the sake of seeing his Doyoung fight over him. Nothing would be sexier than that.

The stranger raised an eyebrow, ”Boyfriend? Yeah, right. If he was your boyfriend, you wouldn’t have left him here all alone.” 

Doyoung’s eye twitched, “He’s a grown man who can do whatever he wants. At the end of the day, he’s mine.”

Strong choice of wording, but Johnny doesn’t mind. 

The stranger made a face at him, “He’s yours?” His eyes raked over Johnny, “Yours, my ass. There’s no claim on him. He’s up for grabs.” 

His words made Doyoung tense up. His jaw clenched and he gnawed on the inside of his cheek, eyes hardening even more on the stranger who could not catch a hint.

Claim? Does he want him to walk around with a choker with Doyoung’s name on it or something?

“That’s none of your business. Go bother someone else.” Doyoung hissed, grabbing Johnny’s beer and chucking the drink at the man, dousing him head to toe in the alcohol. The stranger gasped and jumped out of his seat, getting angrier by the second as the liquid soaked into his clothes.

Doyoung grabbed Johnny and dragged him away from the bar to the exit. The cold wind hit him in the face as they walked outside. Johnny shivered a little bit from the change in temperature, while Doyoung stayed unbothered by the change.

They made it to the car. Before Johnny could get inside, Doyoung pushed him against the door. He grunted when his back collided with the car. Doyoung shoved his shoulder, rather harshly, and glared at him once again.

“Trying to loosen me up? Were you trying to get that guy to fuck you or something?” He hissed, shoving him against the car again. 

Wow, he really pissed Doyoung off. The vein in his neck wanted to break free from his skin with every word he spat at Johnny. 

If Johnny were able to see his reflection right about now, he would see a man who was grinning ear to ear at achieving his goal; making his boyfriend mad so that he could have the best sex of his life. He didn’t even care about the pain in his shoulders that was building up from constantly being pushed against the metal car.

“Nah. Not really,” Johnny shrugged lazily, a move that he knew ticked the other man off, “I was only making small talk.” 

“Really? Small talk? You had your hands on that man while he was trying to see how big your dick was through your pants. That’s your idea of small talk?” Doyoung looked like he could smack his hand across his face right now. Johnny was twitching just thinking about the idea of it. 

“He was not trying to measure my dick out. He was being nice.” 

Doyoung laughed in disbelief, turning away to look off into the distance, “Are you trying to piss me off? He was nice to you because you acted like you don’t belong to me.” 

Johnny was taken aback by the bitter words. 

“Belong to you? Like I’m just some trophy you can flaunt around to everyone?” 

“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words into my mouth. That man literally tried to put his claim on you—you reek of him right now.” Doyoung looked him up and down in disgust, nostrils flaring to emphasize how he smells. 

How could he reek of a man who didn’t even have a smell? 

“Doyoung, baby, you’re being dramatic. It’s not like I was about to give up my whole life for that man. I don’t even know his name.” Johnny reassured him, reaching out to hold his waist. His hands pulled him close, forcing him to lean against his body. 

The younger one put his hands on his chest to keep some space, “His name doesn’t matter. That man wanted to try and get you to give up your life. It was obvious. You encouraged it too, like I don’t fucking exist in your life.” He poked him in his chest, trying to emphasize his point and get his words through to him. 

“Baby, please.” Johnny whined, “I was going to let him know we’re together but you swooped in when I was about to.” 

“Were you? Or were you going to tell him that after he sucked the blood out of your dick?” 

Very weird analogy to have, but Doyoung must be that pissed over the interaction. He’s tried making him jealous before, but it’s never had him this heated. Johnny’s positive that he went too far for once with his scheme.

“That’s a little vulgar.” Johnny quipped. 

Doyoung narrowed his eyes at him, like he was annoyed at how he was acting. The man slapped his hands off of his waist and walked around the car to get inside of it. 

Johnny’s heart sank a little bit in his chest at the unsettling end to the conversation. Pouting from his failed attempt to make his boyfriend jealous, he also got into the car.

Or, tried to get into the car.

“Hey, you forgot to unlock my side.” Johnny said as he pulled on the door handle a couple of times. 

Doyoung started the car and gave him an unimpressed look while he rolled the passenger window down, “You can walk home.” 

Johnny’s eyes went wide, “What? That’s not funny. Let me in.” 

“You're not getting in this car.” Doyoung said calmly, “You can get a ride from that man you want to be loose for.”

“The fuck? Who cares about him! Unlock this fucking car!” Johnny pulled the car handle rapidly with more force, to no one’s shock, the door still didn’t open. Doyoung had no intention of letting him in the car.

“See you at home.” With those final words, the window rolled up. 

“Hey!” Johnny hit his palm against the window, “Don’t you dare.” 

Doyoung smiled and waved, easing his foot off the brake slowly. Johnny panicked and hit the window repeatedly with both hands until Doyoung drove away. 

“What the fuck!” Johnny shouted as he watched the car drive off into the distance, his one ride getting smaller and smaller the farther it got. 

He should’ve known better than to let Doyoung drive his car to the bar. Curse him for being a responsible driver and making Doyoung drive because he wanted to drink tonight. 

Thinking over their small argument, one thought stuck in his mind.

How the hell did he hear half of their conversation from the dance floor?

Doyoung was weird, but his friends were weirder. 

Jungwoo has been friends with Doyoung since the beginning of time. They consider each other family and grew up together. Johnny loves having him around, his high energy and fun personality always had Johnny excited to have the man around. 

“Pleaaase! I’m bored! Jaehyun kicked me out!” Jungwoo pleaded, blocking Johnny from closing the door in his face by holding the door with his foot and gripping onto the door frame for dear life, knuckles white from his desperation.

The younger man has been begging them for the past ten minutes to let him hang out. They said no because they wanted a day to themselves and had a dinner reservation to get to for their date night. 

Doyoung sighed from beside Johnny, “Why’d he kick you out?”

Jungwoo frowned, “I…may have turned him…so now he’s sick and mad at me…” 

Turned him?

Turned him what?

“You did what?” Doyoung looked pissed, like actually pissed. Not that sexy pissed that he normally uses on Johnny when he wants to ‘punish him’, but like, livid. 

Jungwoo let out an awkward laugh, looking a little unsettled by Doyoung's reaction. He backed away from the door and wrapped his arms around his waist, holding himself as he nervously cleared his throat.

“In my defense….he wanted to be turned. We had this serious talk after a fight and he asked me about our future and then he—he asked me to turn him. I—” He took a breath and swallowed thickly, “He told me that he wanted to live eternity with me. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

Doyoung licked his lips, taking a big deep breath in and exhaling. Johnny felt a little uneasy himself because of Doyoung’s reaction and scooted a little more to the side so it was the other two men talking face to face.

“Is he okay?” Doyoung was holding back what he wanted to really say. Johnny knew him like the back of his hand and knew there were a lot more unsaid words that he was keeping to himself.

“Yeah. Just the usual sickness. He’s been sick for the past few days, but he’s getting better. So much better that he thinks I’m smothering him and wants to be alone.” 

“Fine. Come on,” 

Moving to their dining room, Jungwoo looked like a child that has been lectured by their parent as Doyoung practically interrogated him about whatever Jungwoo did to him. 

“You’re both aware that his entire being has been changed, right? That you just defied science and changed his life completely? For eternity?” 

Should Johnny be calling the police? This sounds like it’s turning into something completely different.

“Duh.” Jungwoo scoffed, his head resting against his hand, “He knows about all the sad stuff he’s going to be stuck with. Our love is so powerful that he’s prepared for the terrible shit he has to live with.”

Okay, definitely a lot of things that Johnny is missing here. 

“And he’s okay with that?”

“Yes, Doyoung. He knows he’s going to live forever and be stuck with me forever.”

Doyoung still looked uncomfortable with Jungwoo’s response.

“You can’t blame me, or him. The man I loved told me he loves me so much that he wants to lose his humanity to be with me forever. It made my dick hard. If Johnny asked you to turn him into a vampire, would you say no?” Jungwoo raised a brow at Doyoung, giving him a hard, judgmental stare.

Johnny was shocked by the hypothetical question. 

Would he want to be turned into a vampire to live eternity with Doyoung?

…

…

…

That sounds bomb as hell, actually. 

Depressing that he’ll outlive almost everyone he loves, but he’ll have Doyoung by his side forever. Becoming immortal to live with your immortal lover was so romantic, much more romantic than marriage. 

“I…” Doyoung shut his mouth, pressing his lips together and turning his head away from everyone.

He’s taking this hypothetical question very seriously. Johnny didn’t think it’d be that deep for him. 

“I don’t know. That’s something we’d have to talk about privately…” He said after a few minutes.

Johnny gave him a weird look.

He gave way too much thought to the question. It wasn’t like he could actually do that. Johnny isn’t sure why he’s taking it to heart and thinking so hard about it. 

“Well, I for one think that sounds dope. And super romantic.” Johnny said with a bright smile, ignoring Doyoung’s weird brooding. 

Just because he was uncomfortable with the question doesn’t mean Johnny has to. The idea of love transcending centuries was romantic as fuck. To have that with Doyoung would be awesome. He’d be able to wake up to him every day for life. For centuries!

And Doyoung would make a sexy vampire. He’s already sexy in Johnny’s eyes, but it’d be amplified a thousand times if he were one of the most alluring species out there.

Doyoung widened his eyes in shock, staring at Johnny with surprise. So much disbelief was painted over his face at Johnny’s unwanted answer to the question.

“What?” The other man breathed out. He looked genuinely shocked by his answer. Johnny’s a little worried that Doyoung wouldn’t want to live with him for all of eternity.

“It’s just a question. If you were a vampire, I’d give up my humanity to be with you forever.”

Silence fell over the room again. Four eyes stared at him like he had grown a second head. 

He can’t have a hypothetical answer for a hypothetical question? Why is he the crazy one for fantasizing about an eternal life with his boyfriend? 

Jungwoo’s eyes bounced between Doyoung and Johnny, “If…?”

Johnny looked around the room before nodding, out of the loop on why his words were so weird.

“Yeah? If Doyoung was a vampire and I was a human.”

“Why do you say if like I’m not a vampire?”

Johnny raised a brow before laughing, eyes crinkling from how hard he was laughing, “Yeah, right!” 

Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows together, “Right now isn’t a good time to make jokes, Johnny.”

Johnny blinked dubiously at the man.

“Um…what? Jungwoo literally started joking first by saying you were a vampire.” 

“Are…are you serious right now? I am a vampire—you know that.”

Looking at both men, he’s noticing just how serious they were. That this wasn’t some dumb prank that they were pulling on him. 

“Are you trying to prank us? Because it’s a really sensitive time to be joking about us not being vampires.” Jungwoo said, not an ounce of that joyful energy he normally has showing on his face.

Who the fuck is us? Johnny never mentioned Jungwoo.

“Um? No? Wait—” Johnny ran his hands down his face, taking a deep breath to try and get his thoughts together, “You’re trying to tell me you’re vampires?”

There were no signs that Doyoung was a vampire. The man never outright told him he was a vampire or did any weird vampirey-things! 

“Johnny…half your fucking friends are vampires.” Jungwoo said, like he was talking to an idiot. 

Okay, now he’s getting a little pissed off. It’s so obvious that Johnny did not know everybody was a vampire.

Before he became friends with everyone, all he had were Jaehyun and Mark. Friends with Jaehyun since they were kids, and friends with Mark after randomly meeting him at a basketball court he and Jaehyun were playing at. 

It wasn’t until Jaehyun dragged them to a club where the man met Jungwoo that their small trio grew in size. The two hit it off well at the club, Jaehyun abandoning Johnny and Mark in favor of going home with Jungwoo. After a few weeks of going out on dates they became official and Jungwoo introduced his friends to them. 

Which is how Johnny met Doyoung. 

The second Johnny saw Doyoung at Jungwoo’s apartment when the man hosted a small get-together, he was head-over-heels for the lithe man with a sharp gaze who was arguing with Taeyong over the organization of the charcuterie board they were going to put out for snacks. 

“Like hell I did! Why did no one tell me?” 

Doyoung and Jungwoo shared a look of disbelief before turning to Johnny in sync.

“We haven’t been hiding it—hang on—you mean to tell me you haven’t fucking realized I was one this entire time?” Doyoung asked coldly. 

“No! You haven’t done a single thing that screams vampire or told me!” 

The second those words came out of his mouth, he realized Doyoung has, in fact, done things that were clear signs that he was immortal. The cold body he has, the oddly pale skin, the 100 SPF sunscreen he applies every time he leaves the house, his “allergy” to garlic, his horrible sleep schedule—

Those times he was sniffing him—was he just smelling his god damn blood? 

Seeing Doyoung look at him like he was stupid was making it worse.

“I have blood bags in our fridge. That’s the biggest sign that I’m a vampire.” 

Those clear pouches of juice that Johnny thought were cranberry juice??? That’s been blood the whole time?

No wonder Doyoung’s teeth were slightly red every time he drank it. Johnny just assumed that the cranberry juice was extremely organic and 100% processed-free.

“I thought that was organic cranberry juice!”

Jungwoo let out a snort. 

“He has these old ass photos of me and him from like the early 1900s. You didn’t think that was suspicious?” Jungwoo pointed at the photos Doyoung put up when he moved in. Two of the pictures showed him and Jungwoo in a diner that was probably from the 30’s. 

Johnny frowned, “That isn’t a vintage-themed photo you guys took? That’s a real diner from the 30’s?”  

“Dude.” 

“We made multiple jokes about me being a vampire. How could you possibly have not known?” 

Johnny was a horrible boyfriend. Terrible. World’s worst boyfriend for not knowing such a big detail about Doyoung. 

“When did we make those?” 

Jungwoo turned to Doyoung with genuine concern, “You’re seriously in love with this guy?” 

“Dick!” Johnny kicked Jungwoo under the table, the vampire whining at the attack.

Jungwoo gasped, snapping his head at Johnny before turning back to Doyoung, “He kicked me!” 

The man rolled his eyes, “What the hell do you want me to do?” 

“Scold him? Break up with him? Use your powers to make him hit himself?” 

He had powers this whole time???

“What the fuck? You have powers?” So many months of things being hidden from him! How blind is he?

“Well…if I’m a vampire and I have powers…why wouldn’t Doyoung? I quite literally used them to cheat at game night.” 

Doyoung glared at the younger man, “Which broke our no powers during game night rule, by the way.” 

That’s what the rule was? What the hell? 

“Pause…have you ever used your powers on me? Like when we fucked a few days ago on the couch?” 

He knew there was something powerful about his eyes! It had to be some weird sex voodoo shit he was using on Johnny the whole time!

Doyoung made a confused face, “No? Why would I do that?” 

Oh. 

Maybe not then. 

Now he’s a little disappointed. 

“Okay, this is TMI now. Can we get back to me?” Jungwoo whined, a look of disgust on his face. Which is quite ironic, because Johnny definitely knows the kinky shit he and Jaehyun get down to because of his loud mouth.

“You can go home.” Johnny snapped. His life is getting flipped upside down—he just found out his boyfriend was immortal, he needs time to think on this. 

“I got kicked out! What part did you not understand about that!” 

Johnny sat up straight in his seat, staring at the man with wide, crazy eyes, “Wait—wait, wait, wait. You turned Jaehyun into a fucking vampire?” He almost forgot the whole reason why Jungwoo was here—now their conversation from earlier makes sense. 

Jungwoo turned his best friend into a vampire!

He’s fucking immortal! His best friend’s life just got magically fucked and now he has to live eternity as a dead man. 

“He wanted to become one for me! This was a completely consensual thing that happened.” Jungwoo slammed his hands on the table, the sound echoing through the room. 

Johnny flinched at the sound. He has never seen such aggression come from Jungwoo. Okay, Jaehyun must be a lot more of a sensitive topic than he thought. 

“Okay—it was a yes or no question. I wasn’t accusing you of anything.” 

Jungwoo pouted and narrowed his eyes at him, folding his arms against his chest, “Well, I didn’t like your tone.” 

“Okay, okay. Let’s be civil.” Doyoung chimed in, giving sharp looks at both of them, “You should probably go back home to him. Kicked out or not, it probably isn’t the best idea to leave him alone.”

The younger man sighed and ran a hand through his hair, stressed out about the whole situation, “Okay. I guess I just got scared. I’ll go tend to my eternal lover and leave you guys be. You two have a lot to talk about.” 

Johnny glared at the man as he walked out of their apartment. 

The silence was loud between them, the air thick and tense as they stared at each other across the dining table. Doyoung’s expression was stoic, hard as his sharp eyes were boring into him. 

The man let out a soft sigh, calmly folding his arms across his chest. 

“So…” Johnny cleared his throat. How does he even approach this? He’s been oblivious to one of the most important facts about Doyoung (and his friends, apparently, but they are not important) and he’s stuck between apologizing and asking the thousand questions running through his head, “How come you have a reflection in mirrors?” 

Doyoung only hardened his stare, “Not everything about vampires in the media is true. It’s the 24th century. Mirrors aren’t made out of silver, our reflection can be seen in other materials.”

Yikes. His stupid joke didn’t land right. Doyoung’s genuinely pissed at him. How is it his fault that he didn’t know that he was a vampire when he was never outright told that? It’s not like he’s going around stating that he’s a vampire! 

“Why did you never tell me? Was I supposed to just find out along the way?” When Johnny’s sixty and has gray hairs and wrinkles while Doyoung still looks like he’s in his twenties? 

“I was under the impression you knew I was a vampire. Jungwoo said he met you and Jaehyun at the club that is for vampires. Forgive me for thinking you would know who is and isn’t a vampire.” 

Johnny gnawed on his bottom lip. 

This might be the worst day of his life. How self-centered can he be to not realize he’s always been in vampire territory for a while. 

“I had no idea it was a vampire-y club. Jaehyun didn’t tell me that. He just invited me to a random club and I went.” 

Doyoung’s eyes softened a little, a quiet sigh escaping his lips, “How about all the vampire habits I have? You never questioned any of the things I do.”  

Johnny thought back to the blood bags, his odd diet, cold body, sunscreen obsession, his nonexistent sleep schedule—it was truly all in his face.

“I don’t know? Anything you do that’s because of you being a vampire isn’t something that I thought too hard on. I told myself the weird things you do is just you, and I didn’t mind.” Johnny said, shrugging one shoulder. Thinking that his weird habits were because he was a vampire was the last thing that would’ve come to mind. 

He didn’t even think that vampires were actually real. Anything that he thought of vampires in fiction was everything that Doyoung didn’t do.

He did think that if vampires were real only roam at night, can’t eat garlic, allergic to the sun, feast on humans whenever they’re hungry, have no reflections, anything cliche about vampires were stuff Johnny thought to be true if vampires were real. 

Apparently, only a small fraction of vampire fiction is accurate. 

Doyoung is cold to the touch, doesn’t sleep (which Johnny thought he was just an insomniac), waits to be verbally welcomed into a home, is oddly fast (when he wants to be), and probably has other vampire traits that Johnny has been too blind to notice. 

“Oh…” The other man said quietly, swallowing down a lump that formed in his throat, “So…do—do you care?” 

Johnny made a confused face. 

“That you’re a vampire?” 

Doyoung nodded. Insecurity flooded him; the look of uncertainty that had fear plaguing his face made Johnny sick to his stomach. The man had been adamant that he knew all along that he was a vampire, but now it was like Johnny’s words had him rethinking a lot of things, perhaps about their relationship and Johnny’s standpoint with him. 

Johnny scooted his chair closer to Doyoung to envelope him in his arms, kissing his forehead before looking him in his eyes, “Of course not. I meant it when I said it’d be pretty cool if you were a vampire. Even if I was too stupid to realize you’re one already, it changes nothing between us. I love you. Problematic age gap and all.” 

The worry turned into amusement at Johnny’s horrible joke, his eyes turning into crescents as a smile grew on his face.

Despite his gummy smile, he can still see the hint of wariness in his face. Being with Doyoung for some time now, he’s at least learned how to read him like a book (that had a lot of facts written in invisible ink). 

“You have nothing to worry about, baby. If you’re worried that I’ll be scared of you, don’t be. Finding out I’m dating a literal vampire is honestly the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I wish I would’ve noticed sooner.” Johnny apologized. He really should’ve been more attentive, thinking much deeper about Doyoung’s behavior (probably his friends too, but yet again, there’s a big brick wall separating them from Doyoung by importance).

Johnny’s words soothed Doyoung’s nerves; his body was a lot less tense than before.

“Sorry, I don’t know why a silly thoughts flooded my mind.”

Cupping his face and peppering a few more kisses around his face, Johnny pressed a final kiss on his lips and smiled at him, “I mean, you did just find out your boyfriend that you’ve been living with is stupid. I think it’s only natural.” 

Doyoung covered his hands with his own, pulling them away from his face to grasp them, “Since we had this talk, I have something I want to give you. Stay right here.” 

He shot up out of his seat and ran to their bedroom, coming back within seconds with a box in his hands. It was a small wooden box with patterns that looked like it was engraved into it centuries ago. 

The box was handed over to him, he took it in his hands and held it delicately, like it was sensitive to the smallest touch. 

“What’s this?” 

“It’s a family jewel. I’ve been waiting to give it to the right person. Someone who I find special and important to me.” 

Johnny opened the box. A silver signet ring that had special engravings in it, the patterns were vintage—most likely Victorian style—and had black stones shining in the band. 

“Is this how you’re proposing to me?” Johnny asked, eyes trained on the ring. From what he knows, somebody giving their significant other a family ring meant that they wanted them to become a part of their family, and that they were proposing and wanted to live their life with them forever.

Doyoung shook his head, “Not exactly. It’s a piece of jewelry that’ll let everyone know that you belong with me. To let other vampires know that they can’t take you from me. The pattern on the ring is specifically my family's, so other people will know it’s me specifically that you’re with. Once you put it on, it’ll symbolize the bond between us.” 

Johnny shot a look at Doyoung and took the ring out of the box, observing the piece of jewelry in his fingers. The band looked like it was a perfect fit for his ring finger. The silver felt heavy, the weight of its importance making itself known in his hand. 

If he were to put it on, it would be a confirmation that he wants to be Doyoung’s, that he wants the whole world—and vampire world— that he loves Doyoung and does so to the end of his life. 

Probably. 

Doyoung didn’t say all of that, but he’s jumping to the conclusion that it is implied.

“I put this on and that means I’m allowing you to own me? That I’m your property?” He thought back to that night that he made Doyoung mad—where he walked all the way from the club to their apartment late at night—and remembered how that guy at the club kept telling Doyoung Johnny wasn’t his. 

Doyoung swallowed thickly and doubled down, his excitement slowly leaving his body, “ I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t say that. It represents your importance to me. When you put it on, that means I’m important to you as well…” Johnny could tell that Doyoung was seriously losing his confidence, growing scared and scrambling to find words, “The ring isn’t just a claim. It symbolizes our love and how we love each other beyond eternity.” 

Johnny hummed, staring at the ring. He could see faint scratches on it, not a lot, but enough to know that the ring has been used diligently. The light from the ceiling shone on the jewelry, the polished look allowing Johnny’s reflection to stare back at him. 

He carefully slid the ring on his finger. Not a single reason why he shouldn’t put the ring on bounced through his head. The second he opened the box he knew straight away that he was going to put it on. Engagement ring or not. 

“How many other people have you given this to? Johnny asked, admiring the ring in his finger with a smile. The ring fit perfectly, not too loose or squeezing his finger in the slightest. He’s a little confused how a family heirloom is tailored to his finger shape after being around for generations, but he’s keeping those questions to himself to save the headache of confusion.

Doyoung let out a sigh of relief, his eyes lighting up as he also took in the sight of Johnny’s hand with his family ring on it. He took his hand in his and held it, getting a closer look of his family ring on Johnny’s finger. 

“Nobody. The one person I tried to give it to freaked out and they ended up running away from me. Left town the next morning and I never saw them again.”

Johnny frowned at that. The idea of someone rejecting Doyoung in the harshest way possible made him sick to his stomach, angry that someone could make Doyoung go through that. 

“I hate that they ghosted you like that, but I’m also really happy that they did for my sake.” Johnny wiggled his fingers to show off the ring, getting a giggle from Doyoung. The man brought his hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles, looking up at him with adoration and a certain fondness in his eyes. 

“Me too.” 

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Having a vampire boyfriend and knowing his boyfriend is a vampire has truly turned Johnny’s life around.

He had Doyoung in his lap, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of boxers, riding his thigh and letting out those delicious moans of his, the sound going straight into Johnny’s ears and hearing just how good he was feeling from his thigh.

Doyoung had a deathly grip on his shoulders while he rocked his hips, the minor pain being pushed to the back of his mind as he was distracted by Doyoung’s desperate humping. 

The man was using him purely for his pleasure, rolling his hips against his thigh with no care for him at all. He slithered an arm around his neck and tangled a hand in his hair, pulling it to help ground himself as he continued to whimper and pant. 

He ducked his head down, kissing up Johnny’s neck and sucking marks into the side of it. Johnny let out a soft sigh at the ministration, fluttering his eyes shut as he let Doyoung maul it. 

His soft lips trailed along the skin. With every mark sucked into him, his teeth would occasionally graze his skin. He groaned as he thought about his teeth digging into his neck—his fangs piercing his skin and drinking his blood. Imagining Doyoung drinking his blood from his neck and revealing his face that has blood making a mess of his face had him twitching in his panmts.

“D-Doyoung,” Johnny moaned out, hands tightening on his waist. The man made a noise of acknowledgement and switched to the other side of his neck, forcefully moving Johnny’s head to face the other way. 

“Bite me,” He breathed out. 

Doyoung’s hips slowly came to a stop as he pulled back to look at Johnny, eyes dark with desire with one eyebrow raised tauntingly, “Is that how we ask for things we want?” 

He shivered at the dark gaze, excitement filling his body. 

Shaking his head no, Johnny asked the right way, “Can you bite me, please? Drink from me?” 

“You want to be a blood bag for me?” Doyoung asked.  He moved his hand from his hair down to his neck, his thumb rubbing over his pulse and feeling his heartbeat, no doubt feeling how fast it was thumping under his skin. 

“Well—I wouldn’t say that.” Johnny said, having to take a breath as Doyoung wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and added to the sides, “I just—” A small moan slipped out as another hand slithered under his shirt, running over his stomach and adventuring lower, “I want you to f-feed off me.” 

The hand traveled down to his thigh, much to Johnny’s disappointment, and caressed the inside, close to where he was aching to be touched the most but not making any contact at all. 

Doyoung hummed, eyes dropping to his neck. Johnny was pretty sure he saw a sliver of red shine in his eyes, but he’s also pretty sure he’s so turned on that he’s imagining stereotypical vampire tropes onto Doyoung. 

“You know, I’ve been itching to get a bite out of you since we first met.” The man smiled, nosing along his jaw, doing that thing where he sniffs him like a dog—which he now knows for sure that it was his blood being sniffed out. 

“Why haven’t you?” Did he think he couldn’t take it? Johnny was not a bitch, he can definitely take his vampire boyfriend biting into him and drinking him dry. He was ready for that and has been ever since he found out Doyoung has been a vampire the entire time. It haunts his dreams. Hot, messy, vampire sex floods his once semi-normal dreams now. 

“I was waiting for you to ask. I like it when you beg.” Doyoung said with a smirk. 

Johnny whined. Now he’s dragging this out and making him suffer. Is this punishment for not knowing that he was a vampire for so long? Does God hate him that bad that he’s making him prolong the most euphoric and intimate moment he could have with his beautiful, immortal boyfriend? 

“So can you bite me now? Please?” He had no shame about his whiny voice. This was pretty much him begging to make Doyoung’s wish come true. It’d be nice if Doyoung was a little bit more desperate to do it like Johnny was.

Doyoung cooed, the sound of it condescending and making Johnny twitch a little bit, “Oh, poor baby. You have to earn it first. You didn’t even know I was a vampire until a week ago. That’s a little neglectful and I shouldn’t reward you for that, now should I?” 

He should’ve known his obliviousness was going to be the death of him.

Johnny shook his head, holding back another whimper. Doyoung smiled down at him before removing himself from his lap. He watched the man walk away, going to the hallway and retreating into their bedroom. 

He jumped up from the couch, trailing after Doyoung into the room. The other man was on his knees on the bed, stripping himself of his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Johnny eagerly followed suit, pulling his shirt up over his head while walking to the bed. He got stuck trying to get the cloth over his head and made a noise when his legs hit the frame of the bed, too blind by his face being covered by his shirt before he heard a giggle and felt cold hands help take the shirt off. 

Johnny smiled sheepishly at Doyoung who had an amused expression, finding him being caught in his shirt cute. He leaned forward and kissed him, the other immediately reciprocating the kiss and going as far as to deepening it, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip while throwing his arms around his shoulders. He pulled Johnny closer, their chests touching as they kissed, his tongue licking into his mouth and exploring the back of his teeth and the roof of it. 

He moaned at the sensation, getting lost in the kiss the longer they went. Doyoung nipped his bottom lip, teasing and edging him with the one thing he wanted most. The man dragged him onto the bed, falling into the middle of it with Johnny’s body hovering over his without breaking the kiss.

Johnny lowered himself down, his body aligning with Doyoung’s. He rolled his hips against him, groaning in sync with him as their cocks rubbed against each other through their clothes. It wasn’t as good with Johnny’s shorts and Doyoung’s underwear in the way, but it was good enough that it had his body tingling with pleasure.

Doyoung broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting them before it split, “Get me ready for you.” 

He sprang into action at the order, leaning over to open the drawer of the bedside table to dig out their bottle of lube. After retrieving the bottle, he dropped it onto the bed and turned back to Doyoung to play with the waistband of his underwear, a silent question of asking to take them off. 

The man nodded his head and allowed him to slip them off, spreading his legs to give Johnny room to be able to open him up. 

Before he grabbed the bottle, he was going to slide the ring off his finger, but Doyoung quickly shot his hand out and stopped him. 

“Don’t take it off. I’ll kill you if you as much as slide it a centimeter off your finger.” Doyoung warned, digging his fingers into his wrist in a very painful way. Johnny swallowed thickly and nodded, letting the ring go and putting his arms up in defense.

“Sorry, baby.” 

Johnny repositioned himself between his legs, grabbing the lube and squirting some into his hand, coating his fingers in it. He took a hold of one cheek and spread it, circling his finger around the exposed rim of his entrance before pushing in. Doyoung let out a soft sigh, eyes fluttering shut at the intrusion. 

He slowly pushed against his walls, waiting for the green light to add another one. After a few more minutes, Doyoung told him to add another finger inside. Doing so, he twisted and scissored his fingers, getting more reactions out of the man as he picked up the pace. 

Doyoung’s breathing became uneven as he squirmed around, the overwhelming sensation of Johnny's fingers fucking in and out of him causing a pleasant buzz. Johnny was losing it hearing the pretty sounds coming out of him, his cock aching to be touched as every little noise escaped his mouth. 

Already having been worked up earlier, he was already losing his mind from the smallest things. 

Two fingers quickly became three, the filthy wet sound of his lubed fingers making it impossible for him to not touch himself. Doyoung never said he couldn’t touch his cock, but he feels like it’s been unsaid that he shouldn’t. He’s scared that if his hand so much as grazes his cock, he’d be stripped of his reward. 

“Stop. Enough—” Doyoung spoke, “I’m ready. Take your fingers out.” 

Johnny beamed. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy behind him. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before pulling them out, wiping them on the bed sheet and quickly taking off his shorts. The cold air made him hiss a bit, but he paid it no mind and squirted more lube on his fingers. He stroked himself two, three times to slick his cock up. 

Fixing himself so that he could comfortably align his cock up to Doyoung's entrance, he held himself with one hand before pushing inside of him. Simultaneous groans left their mouths as Johnny’s cock spread him open even more. He leaned forward and held himself up by his elbows, bracketing them around Doyoung’s head. 

The walls surrounding him felt so good. That coldness wrapping him had him shivering; the tightness on top of the odd body temperature was one of his favorite things about Doyoung. 

Once he bottomed out, he let out a ragged breath to will himself to calm down. He felt like he could come any moment. Not that he was a one pump chump, it’s just the fact that Doyoung gets him so turned on sometimes that he’s so easily close. 

Doyoung grabbed him by his jaw and pulled him close to lock their lips together, an easy distraction as he adjusted to Johnny inside of him. They kissed passionately, Doyoung’s hands threading through his hair as he put his hands on his waist. 

The man pushed him to his limit, nearly stealing his breath the longer he kept licking into his mouth. Johnny tried to pull back to be able to catch his breath, but Doyoung had a tight grip on his hair, keeping him locked in place so he couldn’t pull back from the kiss. He tried to keep up with Doyoung’s incessant kissing, wanting to not disappoint the man, but he was at his wits end. 

He somehow managed to turn his head slightly, breaking the kiss and making Doyoung whine at the forced break. He panted heavily, dryly getting the air back to his lungs. 

“Sorry, I got carried away.” Doyoung giggled, not sounding sorry at all. Apologetic kisses were littered around his face, a dramatic wet smack resounding from each one as he moved on to the next area to love on. 

“You can go ahead and move now.” He kissed him one last time before wrapping his legs around him to push him even closer, his cock moving slightly deeper inside. 

Johnny slowly pulled his hips back and pushed in, sucking in a breath at the sensation. He rocked his hips, a leisurely pace to be able to feel his walls squeezing around him. 

His head was spinning as he moved, his mind becoming delirious as he fucked Doyoung. The delicious sounds he made fueled the adrenaline he was feeling, feeding that high energy Johnny had.

He could feel Doyoung clenching around him, that tightness squeezing the life out of and making him moan, trembling from the insatiable pressure. 

“Fuck, Doyoung,” He whimpered, his hips moving faster and smacking against Doyoung’s ass, making the other man arch at the sudden pace. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his body heating up from his senses being overwhelmed by Doyoung. 

He got a whiny noise as a response, his arms going behind his back as his nails scratched along it the more power he put behind his thrusts. The wet smack of his cock fucking back into him bounced off the walls, the sound mixing in with their voices.

His skin burned with every drag of Doyoung’s nails against his back, the pain making him groan as it slowly became intoxicating. The pain only made one thought form in his head—the fact that Doyoung could easily hurt him at any given point made him shiver. 

Here he is, fucking into some vampire that has been alive for who knows how long, and that vampire could end his life within a blink of an eye. But instead of being vicious and evil, he’s melting at the feeling of someone’s cock fucking into his hole, raw.

His life is in the hands of someone who breaks all sense of human existence, and he’s watching precum dribble onto said man’s stomach as he writhes around.

Doyoung pulled him by his hair to crane his head, mouthing at his neck once more to maul his neck. His teeth scraped the skin, more whiny noises escaping his throat at how close he was to getting what he wanted.

“Please, please, please bite me,” he cried out, punching harder and harder into Doyoung, his rhythm ruthless and faltering as the warmth in his core grew, his body heating up as he neared the edge. His thrusts grew sharp, nearly making Doyoung’s body bounce up the bed as he kept fucking him.

A searing pain erupted in the side of his neck, a sharp stabbing sensation in the side. The area throbbed, burned as Doyoung’s fangs were piercing the skin. A sound that Johnny had never made before left his lips, his eyes seeing white as he tensed up and came inside of Doyoung, purely from the bite alone. 

He pushed his cock as far as he could, filling Doyoung up as much as he could as the man sucked on his neck. Small drops of blood began to trickle down his neck, managing to escape the confines of Doyoung’s lips as he drank what was offered. 

If Johnny’s mind wasn’t melting and going dumb, he’d hear the small moans coming from his boyfriend, the delicious taste of his blood satisfying him so much that he was rolling his hips to help get himself off. The taste of Johnny on his tongue tasted like pure ecstasy to him. Come spilled all over his stomach as he fed from Johnny's neck, soaking up his lover's blood and having him fill him up like he was trying to get him pregnant was the final straw, the cherry on top to make him reach his peak.

This must be what euphoria is. Johnny's reached the ultimate peak of an orgasm. Having your boyfriend bite into your neck while your dick is in him and he’s grinding his hips to get more because he’s greedy is a point of Nirvana that no other man could reach. 

He gasps out little puffs of breath as he slowly comes to his senses, feeling just how lightheaded he is from his blood getting sucked out of him. 

This might be one of the most vanilla sex they’ve ever had, but he’s never felt more alive. His body was shaking under Doyoung’s hands that were holding him so that he wouldn't collapse on top of him. Must be that vampire strength (that he thinks Doyoung has. Hadn’t confirmed it yet officially.) 

Johnny winced when Doyoung pulled back, his body relaxing a little when he licked over the wound he made. He gave it a tender kiss before dropping Johnny’s head to his chest, letting him lie on top of him and rest. 

A gentle hand carded through his sweaty hair as sweet nothings were whispered into his ear. Things like such a good boy and you did so well, even a little so delicious for me, flowing into his ears like a sweet melody lulling him. 

He could tell a smile full of pure bliss was on his face as he basked in the afterglow, his body overheating and feeling heavy. 

“Are you okay?” Doyoung asked, making sure that he wasn’t going to pass out on him. Johnny hummed in response, too tired to do anything else. 

A breath of relief came from the other man, a kiss pressed to the top of his head before he relaxed under him. 

The pain was already going down, nothing but a dull ache that was slowly becoming less noticeable. Doyoung must have some sort of healing saliva or something. Maybe that’s why his finger healed from that cut so quickly that time it got cut all that time ago. 

After a few moments of resting, Doyoung left to go grab a bunch of snacks and water for Johnny, placing them down on the bedside table. He helped Johnny eat the snacks by feeding them, helping the boy get his energy back and not pass out from the minor blood loss. 

Once he was refreshed with food and water, they lay back down. Doyoung adjusted them so that Johnny was cuddling into his side. He had his hand on his chest, finger tracing over the family ring that was still on his finger. Ever since he put the ring on, Doyoung has never missed a chance to admire his hand, obsessed with seeing him in his family jewelry. It made his chest ache at how much it meant to Doyoung for the ring to be on his finger. The man always stared at it with soft eyes, a certain warmth in them as he saw the physical acceptance of Johnny's love for him.

"I love you." Doyoung whispered to him, the arm around his shoulder squeezing him tightly.

A smile grew on Johnny's face, looking up to kiss Doyoung, pulling back to gaze at him, "I love you." It might be some weird vampire venom injected into him, but he's suddenly feeling the need to make Doyoung happy at every expense, do whatever the man wanted him to do just to make him proud. 

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Johnny opened the door to their apartment, ready to get in the shower after getting finished with a run he had spontaneously taken. He had looked outside the window and thought it was a very beautiful day outside, cue him to get changed into some running clothes and leave Doyoung alone with his dramas on the TV. 

He groaned once he heard three different voices bouncing off the walls of the apartment. Walking further into the place, he saw Taeyong, Jungwoo, and Donghyuck on the couch with Doyoung. There was a movie playing on TV,  wine glasses filled with a red liquid that he now knows isn’t red wine, and everyone cuddling up together as they talked about what was playing on the screen.

”Welcome back.” Doyoung said once he realized Johnny was back home, standing up and walking over to him to grab his hand and kiss his knuckles, his lips falling over the ring before leaning up to capture his lips into a kiss.

Johnny smiled at the domestic act, stealing one more kiss from Doyoung despite him pulling away. He was going to say something cheesy just to see him smile at the corniness, but annoying, agitating laughter cut their moment extremely short. 

He snapped his eyes up at the culprit, seeing Donghyuck pointing and laughing at him with the loudest cackle known to man. The boy was laughing so hard that he was clutching his stomach with his hand that he wasn’t pointing at Johnny with. Taeyong then joined in with the laughing, his laughter blending in with Donghyuck’s in the worst way possible. He literally fell into Donghyuck’s side and laughed into his shoulder.

”Why are they pointing and laughing at me?” Johnny asked, irritation bubbling under his skin. He wasn’t so much as annoyed at Taeyong laughing at him, but he was definitely hating every second of Donghyuck being fucking tickled at whatever is so funny. 

He’s thankful Jungwoo is busy stuffing his mouth with snacks to join in on the laughter; it might’ve been the cherry on top to make Johnny want to head to the balcony and jump over the fence. 

Doyoung pressed his lips together and looked guilty. 

“Jungwoo told them about you not knowing anyone was a vampire.” 

Johnny inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

He should’ve expected imminent bullying to happen sooner or later. It would’ve been nice if it wasn’t in the comfort of his own home, but nothing less expected from this specific group of people. 

“It isn’t that funny,” Johnny said calmly after letting out a very, very deep breath.

That only made the two laugh even harder at him. He gave Jungwoo a highly annoyed look. The man only grinned and gave him an innocent wave, like he isn’t the reason for Johnny being bullied in his own home.

“You didn’t have to tell them anything, you know.” Johnny sighed. 

Jungwoo’s grin only grew, “I absolutely had to tell them. If I hadn’t told someone about you being stupidly unaware of literally everything then I would’ve died. Like, shrivel up into a dried piece of carcass, and die.”

Johnny turned to Doyoung for help. His boyfriend only shrugged his shoulders and patted him softly on the arm as a form of assurance. 

A pat on his fucking arm is what he gets from his boyfriend while he’s plotting different ways go batshit crazy on everyone in the room (Doyoung was an exception). 

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he unlocked it and went through his contacts. Finding the person he wanted to call, he pressed call and waited for the other person to pick up. 

“Yo?”

“You’re boyfriend and his stupid friends are bullying me.” 

A deep chuckle resonated through the phone. 

Johnny’s heart broke. The one person he could trust had betrayed him. Becoming a vampire has changed him in the worst way possible.

“Is it because you didn’t know about the vampire thing?” He could hear the laughter through his tone. 

“Dude. I’m being ridiculed like I’m the laughing stock of the town. Because of your boyfriend. Do something.” 

“About what?” 

“Your boyfriend running his stupid mouth!” 

“Hey!” Jungwoo complained from the couch.

“Oh. I’d rather not.” 

“What?” Johnny cried out, “You’re not going to help your best friend? Over some century old hag?” 

“The fuck?” 

“No I’m not fucking helping you. I’m going to take a nap. Tell Jungwoo I love him.” 

“We are so not friends anymore. Don’t come by my house, ever.” He spat into the phone. Jaehyun only made kissing noises into the phone before hanging up on him.

Doyoung rubbed his back comfortingly to try and calm him down from the irritation that he knew was building up.

“Man,” Donghyuck sighed loudly, “All that laughing dried my mouth. Johnny, can I have one of those organic cranberry pouches Doyoung loves?” 

Johnny dropped his head and exhaled through his breath. He looked up to the ceiling, praying to the Gods above. 

He walked over to Donghyuck on the couch and watched as his eyes slowly grew wide at how fast he was approaching him. Before Donghyuck could save himself, Johnny jumped on top of the boy and ignored the scream he let out as he was pinned by his body, unable to stop the hair pulling Johnny was doing.