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Jisung had been to the Lee coven house before--many times, even--but it was different going there while in the presence of Lee Minho himself. Minho had not once let go of his hand the entire walk. Jisung was half-worried that his hands might start getting too sweaty and disgusting to hold. He didn't want to do anything that would put the vampire off now that he'd successfully gotten him to agree to a date.
Not that he had any idea of what an appropriate date would be, in this case. But he'd only gotten a yes a few minutes before, so he hadn't had a chance to think that far ahead yet. He'd figure something out, surely.
For right now, though, he could only really think about how cool the skin of Minho's hand felt under his, and how scarily beautiful he looked up close like this.
The security gate opened automatically at their approach, instead of the usual wait that Jisung was subjected to while the camera scanned his face to check who he was (even though Felix could certainly vouch for him by this point). Perks of being the coven leader, he supposed.
Felix greeted them at the door, and if he was surprised to see the two of them arriving together, he didn't show it openly. He smiled that megawatt smile and hugged Jisung, as he usually did. But when he tried to take Jisung's free hand to lead him to his room, as he also usually did, Minho stopped him.
"Not today, Yongbok-ah," Minho said. "Today he's mine."
How many times could a heart skip a beat in one day before it killed you? Asking for a friend.
(The friend is Jisung, obviously.)
Felix gave Jisung one of those looks reserved for best friends who want to tease, but also be supportive. Then he shrugged and turned down the hallway, calling out for Seungmin and leaving Jisung to Minho's mercy.
Jisung, meanwhile, was trying to remember how to breathe properly. Minho had released his hand to instead let it drift to the small of Jisung's back as he directed him through the corridors to a room Jisung had never been in before. It took him a full ten seconds of looking around before it hit him that this must be Minho's bedroom.
He was in Minho's bedroom. Had there ever been another werewolf in the history of forever granted such a privilege, or was he the first?
Either way, Jisung found that his feet were now firmly planted in one spot and wouldn't move, no matter how much he tried. It was like he was afraid that if he went too far inside, he might sully the pristineness of the room. Or he might just never leave.
"You can relax," Minho told him, flashing his fangs as he sat down on the edge of the bed (a real bed, not a coffin, Jisung noticed). "I won't bite."
Jisung turned red and snapped his mouth shut before he said something stupid like what if I wanted you to?
Almost like he could read Jisung's mind, Minho laughed. "It's so easy to get you flustered. I like it."
Jisung ducked his head. "Don't make fun of me, please."
"I'm not. I'm just trying to flirt with you. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
It wasn't that Jisung didn't like it, he just didn't know how to keep up with it. Minho was confident and self-assured about all of this, apparently, and Jisung could barely string together a coherent sentence because he was so distracted.
"I've never dated a vampire before," he admitted. "I don't know what I'm doing."
Minho shrugged. "And I've never dated a werewolf before. We'll figure it out."
That did, somehow, make him feel a little better. He wasn't the only one venturing into uncharted territory here.
"What would be a good first date to take a vampire on, then?"
Minho hummed in thought. Jisung definitely wasn't staring.
"How about dinner?" Minho suggested. "We can head down into the kitchen and make something nice together."
Jisung blinked. "You can cook?"
Minho smiled, with less fang this time. "I wasn't always a vampire, you know."
Jisung paused to think about the logistics of can vampires even eat normal food, when Minho must have apparently read his mind again (or maybe he was just really that obvious) and said, "Yes, we can eat. We just don't need to. Just like we can go out during the day. There are a lot of myths about us that aren't true."
And maybe that was on Jisung, for believing the stories in the first place. But he'd grown up as a more-or-less mortal enemy of vampires, until he became part of Chan's pack, so could he really be blamed for that?
Minho stood and approached Jisung again, who still hadn't moved from his place just inside the doorway. "Come on, this way." He once again put a hand on Jisung's back to guide him, and Jisung swore it felt like the skin was burning underneath his clothes.
Or maybe just that his skin was burning up everywhere.
The kitchen was larger than he'd imagined it to be, all dark wood and marble and stainless steel. A human woman was in one corner, tending to a large pot of something that smelled delicious. Jisung was actually surprised.
"Non-vampires stay here?"
"Hired help and potential hopefuls for the coven," Minho explained. The woman looked up at the sound of their voices and Minho nodded in her direction when she bowed respectfully to him. "Don't worry, we won't get in each other's way."
Jisung, it turned out, was pretty much useless in the kitchen. He didn't know where anything was (which was reasonable, as he'd never been in here before), but also didn't know how to follow basic recipes. He kept dropping and spilling things as he tried to help. After a little while (and a whole lot of patience on Minho's end), he ended up simply watching Minho's dextrous hands chop vegetables and grill meat, while he occasionally handed over a spoon or another ingredient.
It didn't quite seem fair to him; he'd asked Minho on a date, after all, and now here was Minho, not only suggesting the idea but doing almost all the work, too. Jisung was going to have to try much harder on their second date.
If he got a second date, that was. No pressure.
Minho plated their food and Jisung was trusted enough to help carry it out to the large dining room table, the same site where they had come together to sign the treaty and where he had laid eyes on Minho for the first time. Which Minho remembered, he reminded himself.
They sat next to each other, so close that their knees kept bumping together under the table. Every point of contact felt like fire. Jisung would be lucky if he left this house with his sanity intact.
The first bite of food had him making a noise that he was immediately embarrassed about. But it was so good. He couldn't help himself.
"You like it?" Minho asked softly, as he watched Jisung stuff bite after bite into his mouth until his cheeks puffed out.
Jisung nodded emphatically. "'S amazing."
Minho smiled. He continued to watch for another minute or so (with Jisung getting progressively more fidgety under his gaze) until he finally turned his attention to his own meal. Jisung was glad for the momentary reprieve.
As they ate, Minho asked gently probing questions: what did Jisung think of Chan as a leader, how was the treaty holding up on their end, what sorts of things did he and Felix get up to when he visited. The more Jisung talked, the more he got comfortable. Soon it stopped being a date between a vampire and a werewolf and was just a date between two people who were clearly interested in each other. He didn't know why he'd let himself get so worked up about it.
Then Minho shifted closer and gave him a look, glancing down at his lips, and Jisung realized what was going to happen a split second before it did.
He'd thought kissing a vampire would taste like blood, but Minho tasted faintly of the sauce from the food instead. He couldn't feel Minho's fangs, either, even as he felt around for them with his tongue. It was no different from kissing anyone else, and yet it was completely different.
When Minho pulled back, Jisung could feel his face stretching into a grin that he couldn't help.
"Does this mean I get a second date?" he asked.
Minho laughed. "You can have as many as you want."
"And kisses?"
"Those, too."
This time, Jisung leaned in first.