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“Mark! Jisungieeeeee!”
Jaemin’s yelling always pierced his ears, but now… oh God.
“Come on, what’s taking you so long?!”
Haechan beeps the horn once – and it’s once too much. Renjun never liked the idea of Haechan driving. Like, trusting Haechan with his life is not a great idea in general, and yet here we are, in his very own car.
At least he won’t be drinking this evening. What a relief.
Unfortunately, Renjun won’t be drinking tonight either. Lately, he can’t drink much alcohol. Which obviously sucks, now that he actually can drink legally.
At last, Mark and Jisung hurry their asses up real quick. Mark of course questions Haechan’s ability to fit seven people in a five-person car, but Haechan dismisses it with a wave of a hand.
“We won’t be driving on a highway dude… plus, it’s an old car, and Jisung is so slim he’ll squeeze between you.”
Renjun wishes he could leave the car when Jisung, however cute, but heavy, lands on his lap.
“Haechan” he groans “Over my dead body!”
Mark also has something to say, because, well, being stuck on Jaemin’s lap triggers a lot of overly cute comments, so now even Jeno is triggered. Chenle however acts like he’s already drunk or something worse, cause the only thing he does is laugh. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to think of possible consequences. Maybe Renjun should try living from his perspective.
Fortunately, before everyone kills Haechan, less than 10 minutes after they do come to the party. (let’s skip the part that Jisung and Mark actually could come here on foot, but yeah, they’re all like twenty, they don’t think straight). That’s also the part when Renjun realizes he knows no-one except for his small pack of friends. And he’ll probably stick to them anyway.
Parties…crowded people….it’s not a good place to get lost anyway.
Bruh.
He rolls his eyes, which doesn’t escape Jaemin’s attention.
“Injunnieeeeee!”
Okay, now Renjun’s sure Jaemin is already tipsy. He doesn’t yell that loud when he’s sober. “It’s gonna be goooood, I promise! Just have fun with us!”
Jaemin unexpectedly grabs Renjun’s hand… Ouch.
“Junie, you sick?”
Yes, the warmth of Jaemin's touch clearly fades in comparison to Renjun’s cold, icey-like skin.
“Yeah, hyung” Jisung interjects, “your hands are really cold, and it’s summer…”
Summer evening, to be more precise. Summer mornings and noons are terrible. They’re like, burning. He has to apply like tons of SPF 50+ or whatever in order to stay alive. And he has to stay in shadow as long as possible. Otherwise he’d have to come straight to the hospital with like, three-degree burns.
“Nah, dudes. It’s just anemia and circulatory disorder. I’ve been having those…lately.”
Oh, yeah, that’s a good one. It’s good that Renjun actually paid attention to that one biology class before break. I guess they believed it, huh. Stupid.
***
The party goes on, and in just one moment everyone he knew disappears from his sight. Which, given some recent happenings, is the thing Renjun hates the most. It’s quite irrational, because, after all that happened, he can’t be in a worse situation, but still… the fear longs long after the danger disappears, they say.
He suddenly feels very heavy, as if someone was lying on top of him, but that isn’t happening. Renjun is just a wallflower now, he looks at other people having fun.
Suddenly, he spots a vivid, very much drunken figure. It’s Jaemin, waving at him.
“INJUNIEEEEEEE!!!” Oh Jesus.
“Ya, Hwang Injun!” He literally leans over Renjun so hard that Renjun, even though he’s leaning against a wall, stumbles.
“What is it, Jaeminie?” He raises an eyebrow at his absolutely wasted friend. Huh, at least he’s having fun.
“Hey, have some fun with ussss!” Jaemin tries to point in some direction, fails.
“You know what…” his absolutely loud voice changes into almost unreadable whisper in like, half-second. “You do look extremely hot in those black-white hair, just so you know… but shhhhhh….” He lowers his head “Jeno might hear thisssss!”
Renjun bursts into laugh, in the very last second covering his mouth because, well, anything can happen.
“Jaeminie, Jeno loves you no matter what…he sure wouldn’t mind that, huh. Actually, where is he?”
Yes, now his fear has transformed. He doesn’t feel endangered himself, since harm has already been done to him. He worries that his friends might be… Yes, he needs to find his friends now. Because, who knows, maybe there’s also a vampire at that party, willing to turn anyone he spots, just like… Yeah, no more thinking about that, basically, he needs to find everyone.
“Nah, Jeno is with Mark, playing beer pong, honey. And I don’t like beer so…Wait, have it.” He miraculously well handles his cup to Renjun, who, as any dumb 20-ish year old, immediately drinks it. 'Cause what, he’s thirsty, okay.
Oh.
Big mistake. Yeah, about Jaemin not liking beer. It was a glass (like, really, what the fuck, a whole glass) of vodka. Crap.
Renjun winces in pain. It’s going to be so damn bad. Jaemin stumbles, then burps, then excuses himself because “Chenle-yaaah, help me, imma puke” or something like that (?) and disappears before Renjun can blink. How come he’s so slow and so fast at the same time?
He’s not even a minute alone, when Haechan makes his way through the crowd. He’s tipsy. His shirt is unbuttoned, chest peeking through. And his eyes… Dear God, the sparkles in his eyes. Only now does Renjun notice that he even put some makeup on. Even though the smell of beer peeks through his nice perfume, Renjun is taken away. He’s sorta proud of having such good taste in men, though.
Haechan is, in fact, tipsy, and he shouldn’t be tipsy, since he brought all of them here.
“Haechanie” Renjun says with care “You’re drunk!”
“Don’t worry, babe”
Babe. Well oh, that’s new.
“I mean, Junnie, sorry…I got that figured. Mark will bring us home.”
What??
“Sweetie, Mark doesn’t have a driver’s license…?”
Haechan is visibly started, and literally at that moment Renjun feels the first stab the alcohol is kicking him.
“I guess he has a license, this is what he told me…”
Mark would keep it a secret? He always boasted about anything linked to motorisation tho..
“ Okay, anywayyy…..” Haechan handles him another cup. “Come, sit with me and drink it… like, for my health, or whatsoever”
Renjun must be at least tipsy right now, cause suddenly his vision blurs, and he’s obedient like a sheep, when Haechan stares at him, expecting to drink it all up, and Renjun does. It’s beer.
Did I just mix…ah, whatever.
They later on find a place to sit and talk about stuff people talk about at parties - hot guys, hot girls, hot memes and whatever deep shit comes to mind. And that’s when Renjun loses it. Because Haechan is so good to stare at, and he’s so gorgeous, and suddenly Renjun wants to…just to have him. And then his inhumane part, as he calls it, decides to enter the chat.
By thinking he wants to get Haechan “wholly”, however horny that sounds (and is pretty horny, but Renjun knows his boundaries) he also means… Yeah, however oddly that sounds, he wonders how his blood tastes.
He hasn’t fed on anyone yet. He’s never wanted to become a vampire, but here we are. However Renjun tries to suppress his other nature, it always pops out at the least wanted occasions. And this is when there are only two thoughts all over his mind:
Haechan is fucking pretty and intelligent and I love him.
And:
Just… blood, please, I’m starving.
Although he didn’t say the first one out loud, he isn’t so sure about the second part…which fucking scares him. He doesn’t know how and why, but the next thing he remembers is apparently slamming his head on the table, his eyes wide open. He blinks for a while, vision jumping in front of him, so he closes his eyes.
When he opens it, magically, he’s in no other place than Haechan’s apartment, stumbling over his doorstep. No one, but Haechan carrying him. He sobers a bit only to acknowledge there’s no Mark nerby, and he guesses he asks that out loud, but he isn’t sure if Haechan’s response isn’t the one made up in his mind.
“I…need…blood”
God, he feels so contaminated. He shouldn’t have drunk that second cup (it was only two cups!) Haechan gave him. Anyway, Haechan looked too damn well to reject his offer. He still admits it, even though he does think he's dying. Of course, if he actually could die, huh. It still bothers him that he thinks of himself as of a human being, like nothing has happened like, two months ago. Of course, he can cease to exist, but that doesn’t happen after drinking a bit too much alcohol. It happens though, if he doesn’t get enough blood, or if he drinks contaminated blood of someone extremely drunk or on drugs; then - yes, he could “die”.
Still, why is he thinking ‘bout that??
He guesses it takes them a long time to finally put Renjun on the nearest furniture to sleep on - the couch, and Renjun is slowly drifting away… If only it wasn’t for Haechan’s perfectly exposed neck and that scent. Haechan’s too close for his own good. It’s like the whole world around him snaps to sobriety, that inhumane power taking over him again. It’s like… he smells blood, and it wakes him up completely. Next thing he notices is that Haechan has bit his lip, probably trying to figure out what’s wrong with him. Yeah, that’s. That’s utterly great.
Perfect.
“Haechannie…” he starts, licking his lips. Haechan does look worried, and also perplexed because, a man who was barely stumbling, suddenly is sharp and sober,
“Junnie, what’s happening?”
Renjun tilts his head.
“What’s happening?” He repeats, chuckling a bit “I–...”
No, I have to stop. I’d rather be hammered than--
“I– …” he lowers his tone, lowers his voice, he’s not so sure now, he knows it’s too much and that he’s let himself say too much… but the other part feels the need to expose itself, to get what it wants.
“I want to taste you…and by you, I mean, your blood.”
“Dude…” Haechan is taken aback, and he bites that darn lip again, what the fuck is he trying to make him, please, can he stop for his own good? But no, this fucker doesn’t stop and in a minute, however he doesn’t want that to happen - Renjun knows he’ll lose control and snap.
“Junnie…I– I honestly didn’t know you had a blood kink, and sorry, but, I don’t think I’m able to–”
“Don’t bite that damn lip for fucks sake or else..!”
Haechan tilts his head, confused.
“Or else what?”
He is worried, and, unfortunately, Haechan bites lips when he’s worried, that’s what suddenly occurs to Renjun. Crap.
“Or else I’ll fucking bite you, stupid.”
The next sequence of events lasts maybe for seconds? A minute, maybe? In general, it all happens so fast.
Renjun doesn’t sit up. He stands up from a lying position, and pulls Haechan by whatever is fine to grab, which happens to be his neck… oh God. Haechan is so warm. And his veins are popping out of stress.
No, he has to stop himself, before he loses it. Fuck, why did that idiot have to bite his lips so much?
“Junnie, please stop!” Haechan screams on top of his lungs “What are you doing?!”
“I-..” It mildly occurs to Renjun what he’s doing, and he suddenly feels both disgust and need at once. He needs to spit it out. He needs to tell Haechan, after two months since it happened, he deserves an explanation. And it’s the only way Haechan will ever forgive him for doing what he’s just doing.
“I need to feed, Haechannie…” he whines “And please, don’t– just don’t listen to me while I beg you for it.”
“Feed? Stop this nonsense, please! I had to walk you home because you wouldn’t shut up about it--” Haechan spits it out fast, on one breath “Junnie, what’s wrong with you–”
“I’m a vampire, okay!? I’m a fucking vampire and I just need blood! Human blood!” He whines again. “Don’t you understand?!”
Haechan looks at him as if Renjun has just lost all his senses.
“Dude, vampires don’t exist!”
“Yeah, really?!”
Renjun opens his lips wide. If the full transformation is the only way to convince Haechan, than fuck, he’ll do it. He feels his canines grow and he knows his eyes also transformed into those monster-like, by the way Haechan’s eyes go wide with fear.
“I haven’t fed since my transformation and you happen to be the only human around me, and your lips are so bloodshot now… I…need…you.” he pants out loud.
Haechan’s chest falls and rises rapidly, the shock causing his blood to flow even faster, which, fuck, doesn’t help.
“Haven’t you seen through my lies? Yeah, I’m cold because my heart is fucking dead! Feel it!” He forcibly grabs Haechan’s hand and sticks it to where his heart should pound at the moment.
“Not even one beat, am I right?!” He cries the last sentence out loud, but who cares about the neighbors anyway. Haechan puts his free hand on Renjun's chest, but he's too weak and too horified to oppose. Helpless.
“Junnie, you’re– you’re choking me…” Haechan lets out a high pitched whisper, and that’s when it fully occurs to Renjun. Oh no.
I became a monster.
The human part suddenly snaps the control away from the vampire one. He pulls off of Haechan (he managed to throw him on the couch and get on top of him, as he realizes). The other one breathes deeply, and Renjun notices the tears already forming in his eyes.
“Oh, God…” Renjun also feels the tears rolling down his cheeks. He covers his head, leans on the floor against the couch, and just lets it all go. “I’m so.. so.. so sorry, Haechan-ah…” He repeats over and over, “So fucking sorry…”
He doesn’t know how long it lasts for, but suddenly he feels a warm hand gently touching his back. He shivers.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
There’s guilt and compassion, accusation and fear in his voice. Actually, since when is Renjun so good at emotions? Ah, yes, maybe he knows since when.
“Why?...” Renjun repeats, then slowly turns around towards Haechan, but he still can’t look him in the eyes, not yet. “Well, and did you like what you just saw?”
Haechan doesn’t answer, and the silence is probably the worst answer he could get.
“I think I’ll go now.” Renjun stands up. “I can’t be near you, I’m a threat now.”
A firm warm grip falls on his leg. Renjun freezes.
“You’re not going anywhere. Not in this state.”
A mirror happens to be right at the front door and Renjun, happens to see himself, still in the transformed form. Yeah, he actually can see himself in the mirror. He still doesn't know about photographs, tho.
“And you might be a threat to others, but not as much for me, now.”
“Huh?”
“I mean–" Haechan hesitates, "we won’t be sharing my bed, you’ll obviously sleep on the couch…But you’re now more of a threat to other people than me.”
Although it’s hard to admit, Haechan’s right. Fuck it, why does he have to be right about that one thing?
“Okay, I’ll stay… But please, sleep with a knife or something… I don’t even trust myself.”
Haechan takes it with a nod.
“Now, please excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom to compose myself.” He sobs. He stands up, not even looking at Renjun’s direction.
Renjun couldn’t care less about sleep. He doesn't change his clothes, just turns the light off and curles himself on the couch. The last things he hears are Haechans fast, silent steps from the bathroom, towards his bedroom. Then, a sound of locking the door, which Haechan has never done before, at least not when Renjun was at home.
Goodnight, Haechan. You don’t even know how sorry I am.
He silently sobs in the dark.