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“So how old are you really?” Minho asks. He's cuddled up with Jisung in their bed, playing with Jisung’s fingers as he spews his random train of thoughts and questions.
“I'm twenty-four, Min. you know this already.” Jisung responds with a deep chuckle.
“You aren’t twenty-four, you’re a fucking vampire! Tell me how old you are, please? I promise I won't tell anyone.” Minho shouts and pleads. He and Jisung have been dating for around six months now, Jisung having recently revealed his second identity. Minho had a ridiculous amount of questions, one of the first he asked was are you really scared of garlic? Jisung answered them all without complaint, but he refused to tell Minho his true age.
“You wouldn’t enjoy my presence anymore if you knew how long I've dwelled in this world. I can't lose you, so for the sake of my heart, I'm twenty-four.” Jisung speaks slowly, an ache settling deep in his chest. He's been through many romances over the course of his extended life, but none of them have come close to what he has now, with Minho.
“Seriously? I wouldn't leave you because of a stupid number, Jisungie. I'm only curious, I really won’t act any differently if I find out, I promise. I know how much this means to you, I'll never do anything that’ll hurt you.” Minho speaks earnestly. Jisung doesn’t respond for a while, and the two lay in silence, thoughts racing.
“Aren't you tired? Can’t we dig into this another day, baby?” Jisung whines, squirming in his spot under Minho. His squirming is cut short when Minho whines, upset at the jostling. Minho’s head is pillowed on Jisung’s chest, the rest of his body draped over Jisung’s own. This was one of their favorite methods of healing, Jisung was particularly a fan of being able to feel Minho’s raw warmth against his own cool skin.
“I'm not tired, I'm curious. I would be asleep if I was tired, you know that, Sungie. Now, can you please tell me? A hint at least?” Minho pouts.
“Alright, darling, I'll tell you. Settle down, please? It’s late, I know you’re tired, even if you claim not to be.” Jisung soothes. He runs his cold fingers through Minho’s hair, using his other hand to smooth along his human boyfriend’s back. Minho obeys, switching his potion to lean his forearms on Jisung’s chest and stare into his face, eyes full of nothing but affection.
“I’ve been alive for three hundred and twenty-five years. Is that what you wanted?” Jisung reveals, his hands quickly coming up to cover his face in embarrassment.
“No way! that’s so fucking cool, jagi.” Minho gasps. He pulls at Jisung’s hands, holding them in his own before leaning down to connect their lips.
“If you think it’s cool, then so do I.” Jisung says.
“I have one question though, and answer seriously.” Minho says, pulling back to stare at his vampire lover again. Jisung stares, giving Minho the opportunity to ask his question.
“Can I call you hyung?” He asks with a wicked grin.
— 🩸🦷
Another two years pass, and Jisung no longer has to worry about losing Minho to the passing of time. Now that Jisung has blessed Minho with a love bite stronger than any other, they can be together for the rest of eternity. Gone are the days when Jisung would lay awake and watch Minho sleep, wondering how long he had left with his lover before old age took its toll. From here on, Minho’s body will forever hold twenty-six years of development and harness an infinite amount of love for Jisung.