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Yechan is freaking out. It has been a week and the delivery for blood still has not arrived. It isn’t the first time that the delivery for his necessity to survive got delayed, but definitely not for this long. He swings open the door of his mini fridge in his room for the nth time, as if the blood stocks would magically appear.
Slamming the door shut, Yechan prays that their dorm refrigerator has some of them stored. He marches towards the kitchen with fists clenched, his stomach gurgling in hunger. Yechan grumbles at his carelessness for drinking his last blood meal two days ago for breakfast. He knew that it was the last pack but his optimism that the delivery would come today, if not yesterday, turns out to be a hoax.
Eating human food does not help with vampires’ hunger. No matter how much they eat, be it mountains of stir-fried noodles or an all-you-can-eat buffet, vampires still require blood to be full. A starving vampire will go savage and hunt for the nearest livestock to feed, and humans are the easiest to find. And that is the last thing Yechan wants to happen.
Yechan passes by Sangyeop, who is glancing between Yechan and a pot of instant noodles that he’s cooking.
“You seem pretty tired, I haven’t seen you drinking your tomato juice lately. There are still some in the fridge,” Sangyeop juts his chin to the direction of the fridge while stirring the half-cooked noodles in the pot with a pair of chopsticks. Yechan hums before rummaging the opened fridge, shoving bottles of condiments and sauces to the side, to unsurprisingly find tomato juice boxes at the back.
Yechan quietly whines in disappointment to find that they are actual tomato juice, ones that he bought to hide the blood packs disguised as a normal beverage behind, in case his members decide to try out the drinks.
Yechan does not have any plans to tell any of the members. No ‘yet’s. No vampires are crazy enough to spill their identity as blood-sucking creatures in a world full of humans. Hell, there are barely any of his kind left, after a worldwide manhunt for vampires hundreds of years ago. Consider him as a critically endangered species, except one that is underserved for any governmental protection.
Oh how much he craves for blood right now, might even stoop as low as biting a rat to feed. Yechan habitually slides his tongue against his ever sharpening fangs that are starting to form once the intense hunger strikes. He closes the door before black spots start to enter his visions.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Bad sign, a very bad sign. The last thing Yechan wants to ever happen is becoming a reality.
A clink sound of metal bowl hitting the sink provokes a seed of migraine that Yechan knows will grow into unbearable pain until he can satiate his hunger. Yechan jerks his head to find Sangyeop rolling his sleeves up in preparation to wash the dishes.
“Oh, Sangyeop. It’s alright, you must be sleepy, let me help you wash that. Go to sleep,” Yechan manages to say through small mouth movements, trying to conceal the visible protruding fangs. Sangyeop seems to receive the words on his end, his eyebrow raised in suspicion but quickly shrugs it off. This is an opportunity to not do the dishes so he takes it and retires to his room, not before bidding Yechan a goodnight.
The black spots begin to multiply, similarly to what one would see a television static, clouding the edges of his vision. Yechan still pulls through, scrubbing the soap onto the last metal bowl, albeit with minimum effort. The black spots increase, severely limiting his sight as well as his ability to walk straight.
Fingers raised to his temples to soothe the now throbbing headache, Yechan has his other hand make contact with every surface like a blind man. Yechan has no idea how to deal with the predicament he is in. For the safety of others, he has to lock himself up in his room, only when he would be back to his normal, cognitive state if there is blood. This would lead him to feed on his members or anyone if they ever bust down the door.
Alternatively, Yechan can call up a taxi to drive back to his family home. However, it is too risky for him to travel out in public in this condition. High chance he might suck a rando dry.
Fuck it, the best plan as for right now is the first. Whatever happens to him next might be karma from his past life. Yechan can feel his heartbeat quickens as he realises his cognitive ability is waning rapidly. Yechan has to get to his room quickly, a difficult task to do with deteriorating sight that is close to blindness, before he plunges into a frenzy.
Gwangil opens his door ajar, peeking out slightly. The dorm is eerily silent, only the faint murmurs of passing traffic audible. He notices the sole light source is from the kitchen, making the entire dorm look ominous.
“Everyone must have already fallen asleep,” he mumbles to himself as he creaks open the door large enough to slide his body past, careful to not make any noise that might wake his members up.
Gwangil’s sole goal is to retrieve his phone somewhere around the living room. He had completely forgotten about it until he ended a gaming session just mere seconds ago. He needs his phone to act as a morning alarm, otherwise, he will wake up at noon instead.
Creeping out to the living room, Gwangil scans the area for his much needed phone. Eyes landing at a pair of feet, he lifts his gaze upwards. Gwangil flinches at the sight of Yechan, shadows cast over half of his face. It is common for Yechan to have a birdnest of a hair but it's definitely uncommon to have glowing red eyes, with pupils thinning into slits.
Yechan seems to catch Gwangil’s presence, locking his eyes with him. Yechan’s eyebrows furrow, lips curling into a snarl and a low growl escapes from his throat; a beast-like expression.
The fierce gaze freezes Gwangil in place, his fight or flight senses triggered.
However, Gwangil grounds himself. Despite goosebumps crawling across his entire body from the unsettling stare off, Gwangil musters up the courage. He has no idea what is going on, but upon straining his eyes to study Yechan’s overall appearance as much as possible, he notices that Yechan still sports the same exhausting look for the past few days past the intimidating demeanour.
“Yechan? Is that actually you?” Gwangil squeaks. Although he is still a coward who worries for his own safety, a part of him thinks the entire thing is a dream, dismissing the potential threat that Yechan can harm him. But the fear is still gnawing at him.
There is no response. Gwangil feels his heart drop when Yechan’s eyes glow brighter, and the slits of his pupils thin even further. Yechan drops into a low stance, legs wide apart with bent knees. Crooked fingers resemble claws.
Yea Gwangil is not fucking with this.
Gwangil immediately spins on his feet, almost tripping in the haste, and darts towards the safety of his room. Adrenaline rushes in his veins, his mind races with fear-fueled urgency.
Everything starts to blur in motion. Gwangil scrambles, his focus solely on escape. He refuses to glance back in fear of what he might see. The echo of heavy footsteps and menacing hisses indicates Yechan has already made his move to pursue.
Fingers trembling, Gwangil grasps for the doorknob after slipping past the door. His heart pounds against his chest as he tries to shut the door with a weight of impending danger heavy in the air.
Just as the door inches to a close, Yechan appears in a flash, a haunting silhouette against the dim light. With an unimaginable strength, Yechan hinders Gwangil’s efforts to secure his safety by prying open the door.
In a moment of crushing defeat, Gwangil’s grip slips, sending himself crashing to the ground.
With a blurry vision, Gwangil’s eyes adjusted to the dull lighting. Yechan’s shadowy figure advances closer, white fangs visible. Gwangil’s entire body is paralysed by fear, his heart drums in his ears and cold sweats breaking out.
Yechan lets out a hiss before in a blink of an eye, he materialises above the frightened Gwangil, both hands at the sides of his head. Gwangil wants to scream but the words are stuck in his throat as a bothering lump. Hands ground on the floor, Gwangil readies himself to crawl out, or at the very least make an attempt to fight back.
Yechan seems to catch on to the plan as he growls louder before snatching Gwangil’s wrists, raising them above his head with an unrelenting grip. Gwangil yelps, before unintentionally makes eye contact with Yechan. A strong surge of fear courses through him, a heavy weight on his chest as he feels like a trapped prey.
As a desperate attempt, Gwangil tries to summon every ounce of his strength to struggle against the agonising grip Yechan has on him. Despite the efforts, he still finds himself ensnared in Yechan’s grasp.
The reality of the predicament dawns on him. Gwangil eventually admits defeat, shutting his eyes in dread of what lies ahead as he braces himself for it. There is a long pause, Yechan eyes at the broad shoulder that is exposed by the oversized t-shirt that Gwangil is wearing, with further skin revealed when Gwangil tried to struggle like a worm earlier.
Yechan loses to the temptations, diving in for the shoulder, licking and suckling a spot. Gwangil gasps in shock, whining at the ticklish feeling. It is not long before Yechan finally bites down, puncturing the skin with his fangs.
Gwangil moans in pain, squirming under Yechan as he holds him down even harder. Yechan pays no mind as he sucks the blood out, grazing his fangs against the unpierced skin, sending shivers down the younger’s spine. Gwangil’s mind races with frantic thoughts that turn to a haze. Gwangil can do nothing but endure the agonising torment as Yechan feeds on him hungrily.
As seconds pass, Gwangil wonders if this will be the end of him. However, before he can think of his last words and regrets, Yechan starts to lap the last drop of blood like a dog, not wasting anything. Licking his lips, Yechan slumps onto Gwangil like a corpse. It takes Gwangil a few moments to process the current situation. He carefully sits up, arms wrapping around Yechan’s torso to avoid him from slipping off his chest. Yechan seems to doze off right after getting a food coma. Concern dies down in Gwangil’s throat after checking that the other is sound asleep.