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Every mosquito has its favorite spot. And a favorite prey.
Some of them prefer sweet blood, while others prefer more bitter.
Han Bzzung? His favorite taste was Lee Minho’s.
𓆤⭒𓆑⭒𓆣⭒𓆨⭒𓆦
It happened by accident. Normally, mosquitoes go in small groups, about three to four of them together. It made it easier to find good prey to eat from and to make sure everyone returned alive.
But this time, Bzzung strode away.
He couldn’t help it.
The window was open, and the smell coming from it was…was intoxicating.
Sweet and floral, but with an underlying sour, tangy scent in the end.
He needed to find it.
So he flew away, quietly and without a single buzz coming from his body. Slid into the room; a kitchen as far as his mosquito knowledge could tell. One big wooden block in the middle of it, full of utensils and things. Bzzung did not know what they were, but he did not care. His small brain was focused on the human running through the things, magically cutting them without effort, and throwing them in a bubbling pot.
One might think that the smell was coming from the potion the human was stirring, also smelling delicious. But no. That scent came from somewhere else. Someone else.
“Baby!”
Baby . Bzzung repeated in his mind. Pretty name for a pretty scent. Suiting.
His little legs found a safe spot on top of the cabinet, giving his wings a much-needed rest. And finally, he saw who the owner of the smell was. And his small heart jumped in his chest.
He was not an expert in the human anatomy field, but his eyes were instantly drawn to the man's high, straight, and perfect nose. Soft and round eyes that contrasted with the sharp bone structure, somehow balancing the look. His eyes drifted down, quickly drawn to the guy's arms.
Long veins adorned it, succulent and pulsating with every movement the guy made.
Bzzung gulped.
He was no expert, but he knew that the guy was attractive. Handsome, even, if he might add.
And that he needed to taste him.
Normally, he was not that reckless; Bzzung preferred night-time feeds, reducing the risk of being squashed.
But there was smoke, the humans were chatting closely with each other —waaay too close— and not paying much attention to their surroundings. So, before he could realize it, his wings fluttered and he took off. Like a moth to a flame (but being waaay more attractive).
He landed on his shoulder blades, low enough so the other human could not see him. Although he doubted he could see him, seeing how his eyes were closed and his mouth was… on Baby’s mouth?
It kept surprising him how bizarrely humans interacted sometimes… What was the need of resting one’s hands on someone’s ass? He once went to a human’s bathroom and after five seconds in, he knew one thing: bite everywhere but on the ass.
Slowly but surely, he made his way up, dodging a few stray hands, until he neared his neck.
And god.
If the smell was nice before, being this up close felt like hive-n , it was almost dizzying. He couldn't take it anymore.
In a moment where the other —annoying— human was with his eyes closed, Bzzung climbed to his neck and in a quick, painless (as much as he could) move, he bit him.
God.
The flavor. It was out of this world; perfect fell short.
He was in such bliss, drunk on the blood, that before he could realize, the other human had seen him.
“Baby! Don’t move, you have a mosquito.”
It happened in slow motion. The hand of the human started moving towards him, and Bzzung, completely dazzled and high, could only close his eyes.
I am happy to die if this is the last thing I taste.
He felt a bit sad for his friends. Hyunjin, who probably would never find someone as funny as him ever again. His twin, Felix, who he would miss his favorite gossip partner. Seungmin, who could not say “I told you” ever again to him.
And… Minsquito.
It was a shame, he never got to tell him how his heart buzzed every time their wings grazed.
His eyes were the most adorable thing ever.
How he… how he loved—
“Careful Bzzung!”
Wha—
It all happened in a split second. One moment, he was on the human’s neck, and the next one, he was being carried away.
He blinked, focusing his two large eyes on his savior.
“Min–”
“Are you stupid?” he harshly spat, not even bothering to look at him. “You are about to be smashed. What were you even thinking?”
“I was…I got distracted,” he muttered, wings fluttering, trying to escape the embrace of the older.
Sensing it, Minsquito tightened his grip.
“I’m not letting you go until we arrive at the nest.”
Bzzung could only manage a small pout, but he quickly nodded. Luckily for them both, the window was still open, and the humans promptly went back to sucking each other’s faces, so they easily escaped from death´s hands.
From there on, the trip back home went uncomfortably and smoothly.
They did not talk, Bzzung still thinking about the lingering sweet taste on his mouth, and Minsquito…well, probably thinking how his friend was stupid.
Luckily for him, the nest was close to the house. He sighed when he saw the pond. It was a nice one for that season, moist, full of plants and small insects which lived peacefully together.
Minsquito started the descent, and Bzzung’s stomach churned. He knew where he was going, to their favorite flower. A big, vibrant, white lily. He felt Minsquito’s arms slowly retracting, and before landing, Bzzung could free himself.
As tempting as escaping the confrontation was, he decided to stay.
“I—” he choked, awkward. Minsquito looked serious, his lips in a thin smile.
Damn, he’s mad.
“I got distracted…” he muttered, avoiding looking at the older’s eyes.
Minsquito scoffed, shaking his head, “ You almost died because you were… distracted?”
He didn't expect him to understand it, but still, the harshness in his voice made his little heart churn. He gulped, head down.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Silence came after his words. One. Two. Three seconds passed.
Then, he felt a smell pressure on his temple.
He blinked, quickly lifting his head to see Minsquito's soft smile.
“Min—”
“Just don't do it again, yeah?” he gulped and nodded. “I could not live without you, Han Bzzung, I hope you know that.”
“Me neither…” he whispered.
No more words were needed between the insects.
Minsquito coughed, “Well then…” his wings began to flutter, elevating his small body.
Before he completely flew away, Bzzung shouted.
“Minsquito!”
He stopped, blinking almost as quickly as his wings.
“I love you.”
A small smile adorned his mouth. “I do too, Bzzung.”
(...)
“Damn Minho, that mosquito bit you pretty hard,” Jisung pouted, finger pressing the red patch on his boyfriend’s neck and drawing a hiss from him.
A long sigh escaped Minho’s lips while he rubbed the itching and painful spot. Great, just what he needed.
“Do you think they will believe us when we say that it was a mosquito?”
“Probably not.”
(...)
“Are you happy giving the makeup artists more work? I can't believe you were so careless, Jisung,” Chan shook his head, disappointment lacing his words.
“Chan, I swear to god, it was a fucking mosquito!” Jisung cried.
“And the ones in his chest were also mosquitoes?”
Jisung decided to shut up.