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yooyeon never takes herself as someone who enjoys mingling with the night life. especially because she’s currently a medical major, which results to—well, studying, more studying, always studying. and everytime yooyeon actually has a free night, obviously she’ll choose the easy path of sleeping instead of having to socialize with barely sober people. in yooyeon’s defense, her mbti test showed that she’s almost 90% introverted. and she’s also an aquarius, whatever the hell that means—yooyeon just needs a solid excuse to decline her friends’ invitations to go out on an exam-less night.
though one day, when all possible excuses she could think of—including how she’s tasked to babysit her neighbor’s cat (yooyeon doesn’t even know her neighbor)—fall deaf to her friends’ ears, yooyeon very reluctantly got dragged to the club. and by all means, she is literally walking with her feet dragged to make it obvious to her friends how she is in fact, very reluctant with this whole torturous activity.
that was, however, only until her seventh shot when yooyeon’s finally starting to feel like she is actually the most extroverted person in the world. the black-haired woman started to get a bit louder, even joining her friends on the dance floor, socializing with strangers (yooyeon’s friends made sure to record everything so they can show a hopefully not with a very bad hangover yooyeon tomorrow how much of a changed woman she is once the alcohol kicks in).
yooyeon has been dancing with a few different people so far now, but none of them take her breath away until the fifth person somehow ends up standing in front of her. a girl around her age, yooyeon’s not very sure because of the party lights but she thinks the girl has a very fair skin, cold fingers—which the medical student immediately assumed is either because of the air conditioner or that this girl just have very bad circulations—when their hands accidentally brush each other’s. though all those thoughts disappeared right away soon as yooyeon focuses on the stranger’s face, and all yooyeon could think about was how that woman is the most gorgeous creature yooyeon has ever seen her whole life.
“my name is yooyeon!” she finds herself blurting out through the loud music, which a sober yooyeon would definitely heavily shit on because never give out any informations about yourself to a stranger because what if they’re a serial killer, or even worse, a scammer.
but yooyeon finds her(drunk)self not giving a single fuck about that soon as she sees the latter smiling and replies, “i’m nakyoung. you’re very pretty.”—to how yooyeon suddenly would like to thank the lights for not making it obvious that she’s currently blushing like a teenager over a simple compliment.
“can i buy you a drink, yooyeon?”
yooyeon guesses it’s true when people says lesbians move fast because that was the last question she remembered nakyoung asking before her next memory jumped all the way to how she’s now laying on nakyoung’s bed, wrapped around the younger woman’s cold arms (is it still the air conditioner or does this girl seriously have very bad circulations?). again, yooyeon doesn’t give a fuck about that because despite that, nakyoung’s existence still makes her feel warmer than any alcohol could ever compare.
when yooyeon wakes up the next morning with a very bad headache, she finds nakyoung immediately offering her a pill of ibuprofen and a glass of water—and yooyeon once again thought to herself, that no matter how drunk or how sober she is, she thinks nakyoung is still just as gorgeous. or maybe even more now that she can really see her without the party lights.
“good morning, sleepyhead. just in case you don’t remember, my name is nakyoung.”
“of course, i remember.” yooyeon replies with a bashful smile, how could she not? you don’t just forget a girl as pretty as nakyoung no matter how drunk you are, especially because yooyeon’s a medical student and she would like to claim that she has a very huge brain capacity just to remember a girl’s name. whether or not there’s a correlation to it, yooyeon doesn’t care. (surprisingly, yooyeon doesn’t seem to care about anything ever since she laid eyes on nakyoung last night.)
speaking of being a medical student…
“shit!” yooyeon scrambles over getting up the bed, legs tangled between the sheets and almost knocking herself face down if only nakyoung didn’t catch her,—one more thing to be thankful of along with the fact that nakyoung lets yooyeon stay the night over and not taking an advantage of a very drunk yooyeon, and also that the latter is not actually a serial killer.
“what’s wrong?!”
“i have a morning class!”
“…on sunday?”
“oh.” how very embarrassing.
yooyeon ended up staying over a lot longer than planned, letting nakyoung serve her a simple take out and only then, yooyeon excused herself to finally head back home. though not before she managed to force her(back to being an introvert)self to ask nakyoung for her number—so yooyeon can return the kindness someday, she reasoned—which the younger woman gladly gave out. (but they both know better than that, yooyeon simply just wanted nakyoung’s number.)
it’s not very surprising that it took yooyeon almost one week to contact nakyoung after that. yooyeon had to lie about how she was very preoccupied with college to the point that she forgot to text, when in fact, she just wasn’t sure what to say.
“thanks and sorry for the trouble. if you don’t mind, i want to be more of a trouble once again.” nope.
“you’re so pretty, i can’t stop thinking about you. oh and, have i told you you’re so pretty?” too gay.
“i am actually a medical major and i’m concerned about your circulations. i can come over and do a simple check-up.” definitely not.
yooyeon finally settled with a “hi, this is yooyeon. i’m sorry i was too preoccupied to text sooner. can i properly thank you by buying you coffee?”—friendly and polite, even if it took all of yooyeon’s already fried braincells just to form a single text. though all of yooyeon’s anxieties on whether nakyoung would decline or worse, not reply at all, were immediately forgotten soon as the other texts back a little over 15 minutes later.
“hi yooyeon! that sounds lovely. i’m free this evening if you are as well, just text me the address >_<“
yooyeon didn’t even bother to act like she wasn’t waiting for nakyoung’s reply, too excited to play hard to get, when she replies back right away. yooyeon had to look away from her desk calendar glaring at her on how she has an upcoming exam marked a few days from now because duh, buying nakyoung a cup of coffee is her top priority right now.
which led to yooyeon immediately putting on her favorite outfit, sitting inside the café they agreed on with her legs practically bouncing in excitement. when nakyoung finally walks in, long black hair with a black tee and black jeans, yooyeon thinks if this is the angel (grim reaper) about to send her away then she will voluntarily ask the pretty woman to take her life.
“hey! sorry i’m late.”
“oh, you’re not. don’t worry. i’m just early.” yooyeon can’t help mirroring nakyoung’s sheepish smile as she gestures for the latter to take a seat in front of her. she had to stop her jaw from falling because how is it late november, yet nakyoung can still look so hot despite how it’s currently winter season. that and, how she’s literally just wearing a simple tee and a pair of jeans. is it because nakyoung’s maximum level of hotness could override the cold weather? ridiculous to even think about, especially for a medical student.
“coffee?”
“ah, no. i’ll just have black tea. thank you.”
that evening, yooyeon learns that nakyoung doesn’t drink coffee or water. just tea. very weird and unhealthy… but who is yooyeon to judge when she basically survives on mostly coffee as well? yooyeon also learns that nakyoung loves winter, extremely hates summer, which explained why she’s not even wearing a jacket this cold evening. still not a good enough explanation for yooyeon, but she doesn’t push because hey, nakyoung can do whatever the hell she wants and yooyeon will gladly always support nakyoung’s rights and wrongs!
so obviously, when nakyoung asks whether yooyeon wants to come over to her apartment again, it only took 0.7 seconds for the older woman to nod—resulting to a soft giggle escaping nakyoung’s lips and a light blush adorning yooyeon’s cheeks.
“you really need to learn some self-preservation, unnie.”
yooyeon knows, and trust me, she is usually really good at that. but it’s immediately thrown out of the window soon as she heard the younger’s honey-like voice calling her unnie, which seriously sounds like just about the sweetest thing in her ears out of any other things anyone ever called her.
the second time yooyeon steps inside nakyoung’s apartment, she takes her time to really look around—she failed to do so the first time because well, she was too drunk for that, and when she was finally sober the next day, she had a crazy headache. yooyeon also notices the picture frames of little nakyoung hanging on the wall, the various cat figures all over the girl’s living room, and.. a whole lot of umbrellas in the corner of the room. does nakyoung really fucking hate summer that much? whatever.
the next third, fourth, and oops—fifth time yooyeon comes over, she becomes very familiar with nakyoung’s apartment already to the point that it almost feels like her own home. though yooyeon’s still polite enough to not be opening nakyoung’s refrigerator that has a very big sign of “do not open if you’re not kim nakyoung” and like, okay geez, it’s not like yooyeon is going to steal nakyoung’s eggs or whatever the hell is inside that secret door.
the seventh time yooyeon is over again, she finds herself inside nakyoung’s bedroom making out with the latter. nakyoung is currently on top of her, mouth and hands busy roaming yooyeon’s still-clothed body. they only pulled away once yooyeon’s completely out of breath because of how damn good nakyoung’s lung capacity is, that it doesn’t seem like she’ll stop kissing yooyeon anytime soon if the older woman didn’t push her away first. not that yooyeon is complaining because nakyoung is a very good kisser, but she doesn’t really want to die yet if it means she won’t experience kissing nakyoung ever again.
nakyoung only laughs while she stares down at yooyeon’s reddened face and swollen lips, before rolling over to lie down beside a still heavily panting yooyeon instead.
“you’re going to be the death of me, naky.”
“great. we can be unalived together.”
yooyeon glares at the not at all guilty, now grinning nakyoung. “not funny,” yooyeon finds herself muttering, but still rolls herself to snuggle against the latter’s side regardless, now the one pressing her lips against nakyoung’s skin.
they lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, the younger letting yooyeon’s lips travel all over her face—up from her temple, cheeks, nose, lips, even down to her jaw and her slender neck. and one thing about yooyeon is that she loves kissing someone on their pulse point and feeling the pulse beating against her lips. perhaps it’s the medical student in her, but it makes yooyeon ecstatic whenever she feels another person’s pulse beats for her.
that is until, she kisses nakyoung on her pulse point, and wasn’t able to find her pulse at all. maybe it’s on the wrong place, that’s understandable, because yooyeon is still an amateur! and so yooyeon moves to the other side of nakyoung’s neck. still nothing.
nakyoung obviously notices when the lips on her neck suddenly feels somewhat hesitant to dote more kisses, so she looks down, finding the older woman frowning in thoughts. “something wrong?”
“uh.. no, i just—“ yooyeon sits up from the bed and slowly, naturally as to not alarm nakyoung, takes the other’s wrist in her hand, fingers immediately trying to feel her pulse (which technically, if you already can’t feel the pulse on someone’s neck, it’s even more impossible to find the one on their wrists,—but yooyeon still wants to try nonetheless because there is no fucking way).
“nakyoung, what the fuck?”
“what?!” the younger woman immediately sits up as well in panic after yooyeon’s surprising swearing. the medical student doesn’t even know where to begin because what even is she supposed to say, nakyoung don’t panic but i think you’re dead? hell no. if anything, if nakyoung is actually still alive, then she would probably die from heart attack after hearing that and yooyeon would be a murderer—and that would absolutely be bad for her track record.
“um.. so, you know i’m a medical major, right?”
“yes? what’s that supposed to—“
“my god, i can’t feel your pulse! but, maybe i’m wrong. because well, technically i’m not a real licensed doctor yet.” yooyeon forces out an awkward laugh to lighten up the air, though it dies immediately when she sees nakyoung not at all laughing along. (and also yooyeon is not sure whether or not is she hallucinating but nakyoung’s already pale skin seems even pale-r now.)
“..nakyoung? i’m sorry. that was thoughtless of me to say.”
“no, no. actually, unnie, i have something to tell you.”
yooyeon might as well be the one dying from heart attack soon as nakyoung carefully revealed that she is, in fact, dead. the younger had to shake yooyeon’s frozen and pale body a few times for the older woman to actually comes back to life and stares in shock at a nervous, fidgeting nakyoung.
“i know i should’ve told you sooner. but.. it’s been years since i’ve found someone i really like and i wasn’t ready to ruin it so soon. i’m really sorry. part of me didn’t think you’ll keep coming back so at first i just wasn’t going to tell you. now i realize that it’s a selfish thought and i should’ve told you from the start—“
“naky, stop rambling.”
“…okay.”
rather than a vampire, nakyoung currently looks more like a guilty, sad kitty with her head hanging down that yooyeon immediately feels her heart soften at the adorable sight of it. the medical student lets out a quiet sigh, before scooting closer again and wrapping her arms around nakyoung—which really, if nakyoung is actually a cat, it would’ve seemed like her kitty ears are now perking up in relief and excitement as she hugs yooyeon back tightly.
“i’m sorry, unnie.”
“it’s fine. not like you can come up to me on the first night telling me you’re not alive. i would’ve thought you’re crazy.”
nakyoung giggles, and yooyeon thinks—perhaps the fact that nakyoung is not human doesn’t really change too much things for her because the latter is still the adorable, gorgeous creature yooyeon had been very fond of recently. just that, well, that explains the pale and cold skin (it’s not bad circulations, when there’s literally no circulation at all), also the concerning amount of umbrellas, and the… fridge.
yooyeon finds out later that night when nakyoung shyly tugs on the older woman’s hand towards the fridge—making sure yooyeon actually takes a deep breath first—before opening the door to reveal her stash of packaged blood. yooyeon doesn’t even bother closing her dropped jaw because, even the whole time she’s been a medical major, she had never seen this many amount of blood before. and to think it’s what nakyoung has to consume everyday.. oh.
“is that why you bought me take out and didn’t eat with me that day? and that you don’t drink coffee or water, and you don’t feel cold, and you hate summer, and it’s either i come over here or we go out only in the evening— oh my god. now it all makes sense. what the fuck!”
“unnie…”
yooyeon immediately takes back her words when she sees nakyoung’s pout growing (and her non-existent kitty ears turning down) again and once more hugs the younger — or older, how old even is nakyoung actually?—while caressing her back gently. there are already too much new bizarre informations yooyeon has to process at once but seriously, how is she the one comforting nakyoung instead of the other way around? the audacity of this silly vampire-cat.
“naky, i still like you either way.”
nakyoung’s head went up so fast yooyeon is momentarily scared that it’s a second away from giving her a whiplash, the vampire’s eyes widening slightly in something resembling hope. “you do..?”
“yes, dummy.”
now is nakyoung’s turn to hug yooyeon tightly, so tight to the point that the medical student has to slap her back in panic before nakyoung literally could squeeze the life out of her, resulting to the latter just smiling sheepishly in return and muttering a soft, “i like you too, unnie. really really like you.”
yooyeon spends the whole night cuddling and listening to nakyoung’s stories from years, years, years ago instead of sleeping. of how she died and came back to life, about the differences between nakyoung’s original world back then comparing to the current one, even gossiping and shitting on nakyoung’s infuriating exes (maybe yooyeon is just biased, or jealous, but either way she still thinks she is way better than all of the vampire’s exes combined throughout all those years she’s been alive and unalive).
but when they finally fell asleep in each other’s arms (yooyeon’s warm ones and nakyoung’s cold ones) just as the sun is starting to rise, the last thing yooyeon thought of before drifting off to dreamland was that, ridiculous as it might be, yooyeon wants to stay by nakyoung’s side for as long as time gives, even if it means for her to keep growing older each year while the vampire-cat gets to continue being young and gorgeous forever.
even if it also means, an older yooyeon five or seven years later might get shitted on by other people for dating someone young like nakyoung (little did they know how old she actually is)—because yooyeon can tolerate those curses for all she cares, so long she gets to stay by nakyoung’s side for.. as long as possible.
(fingers crossed, forever.)