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It took you three quick taps on the door and one concerned look for Chan to let you in his studio, put his laptop to sleep and sit with you on his couch in record time.
The man had gone almost radio silent if not for a single text with no reply to yours every couple of days. Work had piled up and it made him stop taking care of himself. He stopped eating, stopped taking breaks and drank just enough blood not to lose control. Paired with the fact that he didn't need to sleep, he had worked nonstop for the past two weeks.
The moment you saw him after what felt like an eternity but was a week at most, your usually soft and giggly boyfriend looked gaunt and visibly exhausted. Instead of a pale warm honey tone and squishy cheeks, his skin was pale and a sickly blue green, his cheeks sunken in. When he opened the door, you had looked into his eyes and found the stars that usually danced in his gaze missing.
As Chan sits on the couch, your eyes roam more over his figure. He is slouched over himself and looking away from you. Eyebrows pulled together in a frown and jaw pulled tight. That will not do.
‘’Channie.’’ You call softly. He turns to you and you reach for his hand. He tentatively wraps his calloused hand around yours. The difference in temperature made you involuntarily shiver. His hands were always colder than yours, but now they were ice to the touch. Chan looked down guiltily and slacked his hold. In turn you squeeze his hand more. Maybe to reassure him, maybe to make him look at you again. ‘’Are you okay?’’ you can’t help but ask.
At this, Chan squeezes your hand and croaks out an ‘’Oh.’’ He clears his throat and looks in your general direction, yet not at you. ‘’I’m okay I think? Well, I’m tired but that’s how I always am. Not that that’s okay but yeah. It’s just…There was so much to do and not enough time. And nothing I made was good. I tried to fix the tracks and I would either focus so much or get lost in my thoughts that I wouldn’t check the time. I’m so sorry, love.’’ His free hand joins the other to gently hold and thumb at the back of your hand. He bows his head and voices in a pitiful tone ‘’I tried to text you, I swear I did. I would never ignore you or stop talking to you on purpose. Hell, if I could, I would always be with you but I can’t. And I… I understand if you are mad at me. You have every reason to. I am really, truly sorry, love.’’ At this, Chan looks into your eyes and you find his eyes glassy, mouth pressed into a thin line.
You gently retract your hand from his hold and a microexpression of fear passes through Chan’s face before it melts into surprise when you lean towards him and circle your arms over his shoulders for a hug. You take a moment just to bask on the embrace before slowly muttering ‘’Chan, I’m not mad. I’m just worried.’’ You feel his shoulders slump slightly and his arms tentatively wrap around you. Your fingers glide to scratch at the hair on his nape carefully. ‘’Changbin told me you were working non-stop, that you were not eating, barely feeding.’’ His sharp intake of breath made you want to reassure him, but you kept going. ‘’I tried to give you space to work it out because I know how important music is to you. But after not hearing from you for a week and Changbin telling me that, I had to come check on you. And, I know you are pretty much immortal but what if something bad happened to you? I was so worried you were losing your mind by yourself here. Or something worse, you know?’’
‘’I’m sorry.’’ Chan whispers, his voice cracking.
‘’It 's okay Chan. I forgive you.’’ He presses his face against your shoulder and nuzzles it. You slide closer to him to hug him properly. ‘’Just, please don’t do this again. Okay? I don’t know if I can take it.’’
He nods from his position, muttering an ‘’I won’t, I promise.’’ followed by a quiet sniffle.
‘’Okay.’’ You melted into his embrace. ‘’I’m glad you are safe. I missed you Channie.’’ You slightly pull away from the hug to cup his face in your warm hands. He lets you pull his face from its place on your shoulder, letting you look into the warm pools of his eyes. Shining under the dancing moisture of his orbs, you see the hint of stars coming back to his gaze. You thumb over his pale cheeks before closing your eyes and leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.
Slightly pulling away, you open your eyes just to see Chan looking at you lovingly. You lean in to kiss him again, pressing in more. Chan lets out a contented sigh and after you pull away, he gently gathers you in his arms to sit you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips.
This time he is the one to cup your face with his veiny hands, still cold but not icy anymore. ‘’I missed you too, love.’’ Chan leans in to kiss you deeper, lips pressing purposefully against yours. You place your hands over his chest, concentrating on sliding your lips over his with the same ardor.
The push and pull of his kisses makes you lose your breath quicker than you would have liked. You pull away to breathe and Chan takes the opportunity to slide one of his hands to hold your nape and another to rest lightly on your hip. Resting your forehead against his for a moment, you dive back into a kiss. Taking advantage of his position, Chan squeezes your hip and pulls you closer to him. You gasp at the contact and he slides his tongue inside your mouth.
You open up wider and dare to lick Chan’s cold tongue. The slight groan he lets out makes your already warm cheeks hotter. His tongue smooths gently and boldly over yours as his hands squeeze you from their place of contact. The wet sounds of your appendages feeling louder and almost dirtier in the quiet and small room you two were in. Again, you need to pull away to breathe and Chan doesn’t let you get too far, he instead nibbles on your lower lip with a slight smirk lifting one of the corners of his mouth.
You feel one of his fangs almost nick your lower lip and then you remember that Chan is probably starving. The fact that he has you all pretty like a 5 course meal on his lap and has done nothing more than kiss you and hold you close is a statement of his self control. But you had come with the intent to take care of Chan, if some of your blood was necessary for that, by all means you were okay with him drinking from you.
You tap his chest twice with one hand and Chan reluctantly lets you pull away from him, only enough to see his face fully though.
‘’Channie, baby, do you want to drink?’’ you carefully ask.
As in a trance, Chan lets out a confused sound and cocks his head to the side. His resemblance to a puppy makes you coo and giggle. Chan pouts and scrunches his eyebrows together. The sight that would usually make you baby him made you bite your lip instead. His pillowy lips were red and spit slick from your earlier ministrations. In a low but whiny voice he said ‘’I don’t want to go out and get drinks. I want to be here with you.’’ His quiet admission made fondness burst like a firework in your chest. Yet, his utter confusion on his part made you try and unsuccessfully hold back a laugh.
A chuckle that escaped you and Chan grumbled, pouting even harder. ‘’I meant as in do you want to drink my blood silly.’’
Chan's pout disappears and he takes a sharp inhale through his nose. ‘’Can I? ’’
‘’Yes Channie.’’ One of your hands reaches to thumb at the lips you like so much.
‘’Are you sure? It has been a while, I might be a bit rough.’’ He admits biting your thumb with his blunt front teeth.
‘’I’m sure.’’ You press your thumb back on his bottom lip and slide your hand back to rest on his chest. Subconsciously, you feel his slow beating heart race a bit faster under your hand.
Chan mutters a small ‘thank you’ and uses the hand on your nape to guide your head to the side and open your neck for his ministrations.
His lips feel like flower petals pressing into your skin, so delicate that it makes you melt into his embrace. He kissed a path from your ear to the junction of your neck. Meaningfully pressing on the planes of your heated skin, his normally cold lips picking up your body heat and turning his kisses warmer.
The feeling of his tongue licking up your neck to bite your ear made you gasp. The sound of the wet muscle gliding over your ear and his mouth sucking on your earlobe making you squirm in his lap and grip his shirt where your hands rested.
Feeling the hand on your hip slipping to rest on your back and press you to his chest, a small, almost quiet hitch of your breath makes Chan chuckle into your ear. His breath tickling your sensitive ear and the sound of his rough laugh lighting up something under your belly.
The hand on your back traces gentle patterns on your skin as you turn your head to look up at Chan. A light of the studio shining behind his head like a halo, making him appear more ethereal than he already is with his pale skin and handsome features. Cradled in his arms, you look into his eyes and find him already looking into yours. You give him a small smile which he reciprocates and wipes from your face with a deep kiss.
Parting from your mouth, he leaves a trail of pecks from your lips down to the junction of your neck and shoulder. There, he takes the time to leave wet kisses on the area. His lips pressing firmly, his tongue licking insistently at the skin. You feel his jaw opening and gently nibble before biting and sucking at the skin. The feeling of the newly blooming hickey making you quietly whimper. He unlatches from your neck and leaves a chaste kiss on the bruise as an apology.
He moves the meatiest part of your neck, nosing at it. He inhales deep and slow, as if the aroma of your skin was the most delectable fragrance. The following exhale tickled you and made you acutely aware of the mark he had left on you.
His jaw opens once again, dragging his fangs over the thin skin. Your body slightly trembles at the sensation and the hand that rests on your back rubs you gently, settling you down. His other hand steels his grip on your nape, a voiceless signal that he is going to bite.
Chan positions his needle-like fangs on your neck and gently bites down. Your skin gives in under the pressure. A sharp sting of pain radiates from where Chan bit to the rest of your body. He eases his fangs out and blood pours out from the punctures he made. The first drop of thick, warm blood that hits Chan´s taste buds makes him voice something between a groan and a growl. A full body shiver takes over your body, the hands of the other keeping you safely in place.
Chan slowly drinks your blood and you feel the pain soothe into a warm buzz thanks to the toxin his fangs produce. Still, the feeling is so intense your hands grip at the fabric of his shirt under your fingers. Your head lolls to the side a little at a time as Chan drinks. Distantly you can feel his hand on your nape gently massaging you and holding you up from falling to your side. Without meaning to, you close your eyes, trusting Chan to take care of you like he always has.
After what feels like barely a minute, you feel as Chan´s tongue licks diligently over the small openings on your neck. The saliva helping their coagulation. You feel Chan leave a chaste kiss in the area and turn to face you. You hear him gently call you. ‘’Love?’’
‘’Hmm?’’ you humm, boneless over him.
‘’Can you look at me, love?’’ he gently pleads, using the hand near your neck to hold you upright in front of him.
Feeling lethargic, you crack open your eyes to look at Chan. The first thing you notice are his eyes, so full of love and twinkling like twin galaxies full of stars, light back in them like it had never left. Then, his cheeks. Once again squishy and honey toned in his pale glory with hints of pink painting them like how the sky paints itself pink during a sunset in spring. At last, you see a slight scrunch between his brows and a small tentative smile gracing his red lips.
‘’Hi Channie.’’ you quietly mumble and you try to hold yourself upright.
Seeing your sleepy expression and attempt at straightening up, his slight frown disappears and a smile so big it makes his dimples pop out and his eyes almost close takes over his face. ‘’Hi baby.’’ he answers in return ‘’Feeling sleepy?’’
You nod and enjoy the look of pure happiness that took over your boyfriend’s face.
‘’Let’s take a nap then. Come here.’’ he shuffles you both into your sides on the couch, his arm cushioning your head like a makeshift pillow. Dazedly you follow the instructions and gentle repositions Chan leads.
Belatedly you worry if he had drunk enough and decide to ask in the middle of Chan shuffling around to lie comfortably with you. ‘’Baby?’’ you whisper. Chan pauses and looks at you with big, warm chocolate eyes. ‘’Did you drink enough?’’
His gaze softens and he throws an arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him. ‘’More than enough.’’ he answers with a delicate kiss on your forehead. ‘’Now sleep, love.’’ From your position cradled against his chest, you feel warm and safe, like nothing could ever harm you if you stayed in Chan’s arms.
‘’M’kay’’ you mumble as you give in to your drooping eyelids. ‘’I love you.’’
‘’I love you too sweetheart.’’ His arm tightens around you. ‘’And thank you for taking care of me.’’ he adds in a heartfelt whisper.
‘’For you, always.’’ That’s the last thing you mutter before you feel the world fade to black.