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Kyungsoo checks the contents of his messenger bag a second time, a habit he’s taken to ever since one day his roommate decided to exchange all the contents for porn doujinshi and a juice box. As he opens the bag, a low hiss comes out through his fangs. His thick five-topic notebook, his pens, and his bottle of blood are all missing. Instead, there’s a note inside that says Suck Me.
“BAEKHYUN!”
A thump comes from down the hall, hopefully his roommate falling off his bed and hitting the floor hard. The familiar semi-naked slim figure of Baekhyun pops beside him in a cloud of demon smoke. “Why are you so loud in the morning? Some of us don’t have class until the afternoon.”
Kyungsoo narrows his eyes and points to the note in the bag. “You tricked my bag again.”
Baekhyun scratches his tummy and smiles. “Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”
The most annoying power in a demon was their trick spell, which basically covered any kind of mischief. Thought it was a rule that no tricks were set in their apartment, for safety reasons, Kyungsoo’s bag was a safe bet since Baekhyun could always trick it outside. “If you give me my stuff back in the next five seconds I promise not to hurt you…much.”
“Oh? What are you going to do? Suck me?” Baekhyun steps closer, a teasing smile on his face. He runs a thumb over Kyungsoo’s lower lip, as always, uncaring of personal boundaries. “Because I’m all for that.”
Kyungsoo doesn’t even think about it. He bites Baekhyun’s finger, digging in deep until he draws blood. The resulting screech from his roommate is worth the pain of almost getting his fangs pulled out when Baekhyun wrenches his hand away.
“You psycho, Vamp!” Baekhyun cradles his hand as it spews smoke and heals itself. He spits out a demon word and Kyungsoo’s bag flares with light as the trick is over. “I said suck, not bite!”
The taste of demon blood is surprisingly spicy, with a rich undertone that has Kyungsoo licking his lips and wondering what’d be like to have more. But that’s also another rule he’d insisted on, no messing around between roommates. Stuff got too complicated once fluids (of any kind) were exchanged.
Baekhyun, of course, notices the reaction and gets in Kyungsoo’s face once again, clearly not having learned his lesson. “Tell me you didn’t like it,” he whispers, breath fanning over Kyungsoo’s lips. “Tell me you don’t want more.”
Kyungsoo does. He so does want another taste, a longer taste. But he’s not about to admit that to bane of his existence. Instead, he goes for a diversion. “What’s with your hair today?” He deadpans.
Baekhyun pulls back with a frown and tugs at his knotted pigtails sticking from the top of his head. A hint of red goes over his cheeks and nose. “They’re cute as fuck and I dare you to say otherwise.”
Kyungsoo grabs his bag—now stocked with his items—closes it, and smirks at his roommate. “You’re cute as fuck when you blush.”
And with that, Kyungsoo leaves the dumbfounded, half-naked, very cute demon in the middle of their living room.