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Laughter rises amongst the six friends in the cold winter night, the heater crackling in the corner of Jaehyun’s living room in the studio apartment that he and Riwoo shared rent together, his friends all huddled up around in a circle with a half empty wine bottle in the middle of it all, spinning around and letting fate take its land – the coffee table moved aside to make more room for them to sit on the carpet.
“Okay, okay. Let me spin now.” Riwoo giggled out, waving away his hand to douse the laughter from previous teasing. Jaehyun’s arm was slinged around Riwoo’s shoulders from his left, as if Riwoo was already his. Leehan’s knees both raised up as he bit the dead skin on his lips, zoning out on the right of Riwoo.
“Please not me.” Sungho repeats under his breath as he watches the bottle spin rapidly in front of his eyes, sitting opposite of Riwoo. As the bottle pace slows down, Sungho’s prayers grow even more desperate and quicker. While to the right of him lies Woonhak with his eyes shut, biting his lip — the left where Taesan was with one leg up and his arm hanging off on his knee.
Woonhak sat motionless with his eyes still shut tight, only when he heard the others did he finally pry open one eye. And there he saw it, it wasn’t pointing at him, nor Sungho, nor Taesan, its cork was all the way on the opposite end, Jaehyun.
Jaehyun’s arm slipped off from Riwoo, his hand reaching out to stand the bottle. Riwoo cleared his throat, stirring up a question in his mind to ask Jaehyun.
“Hit me.” Jaehyun smirked, his body shifted to the side to face Riwoo, leaning back his body as he used his arms to hold him up, his eyes forcing contact with Riwoo. Riwoo’s adam apple bobbed up and down, internally flustered trying to not let his admiration for how his smirk killed him inside show through on the surface.
“How is your…” Jaehyun threw his head back, his smirk washing away as he waited for Riwoo’s question to continue.
“How’s your whatever-ship you got going on with Emma?” Riwoo let out reluctantly, a sigh leaving him after. Jaehyun bit the corner of his lips as his head and eyes dozed off to the bottle, contemplating whether or not to answer. Between the friend-group, they all knew two things about Emma — she was too controlling, which was proven because Jaehyun had to practically beg her to let him be here in the first place, and that they had no labels.
“You don’t have to say, you could always drink.” Riwoo added in a mocking tone, following Jaehyun’s previous movement, his body now facing him, but the more he stared at Jaehyun, the more his eyes latched onto something else, his neck. The bulging vein that was popping out while his head was turned to look over at the bottle, the collarbone peaking out the collar of his white shirt, a thin silver necklace on top.
Riwoo gritted his teeth onto each other inside his mouth, his jaw clenching. Riwoo’s throat tightened as his gulps kept getting bigger — he couldn’t take his eyes off him, nor did he want to. Riwoo licked his lips and pressed them into a thin line before finally looking away.
Riwoo’s eyes found the bottle, he recognised the thirst for Jaehyun drying up the saliva in his mouth, and there, impulse took over him. His hands snatched the bottle and popped the cork off, throwing the bottle down his throat completely.
One gulp,
Two gulps,
Three.
He set down the bottle back in the middle, the bottle clanking and spinning around slightly before it was fully settled down. Riwoo wiped away the leftover liquid that spilled out from his mouth while he drank, the alcohol hitting almost instantly.
Jaehyun shot back his head at Riwoo with widened eyes, trying to analyse and pick apart every piece of his face to see what compelled him to take the drink for him, but all he was met with was Riwoo’s cunning smile and his rapid blinks in order to get reality back in check for him.
The circle let out cheers, the whole game Riwoo hadn’t drank a single bit and was completely upfront with the questions given to him, adamant on drinking even a sip. Leehan's knees dropped, his left leg falling onto his right. Leehan twisted his body to face Riwoo’s back, peeking his head out to try to get his side view with his mouth cracked slightly open, Sungho just laughing away with his hands, covering his mouth as he did. The rest just laughed amongst themselves, shocked at this discovery on how much of a drinker Riwoo was.
The only ones completely indifferent was Jaehyun himself and Riwoo.
“You weren’t going to answer anyway.” Riwoo’s sly words triggered something in Jaehyun.
His head tilted downwards, staring down voids at Riwoo, he wasn’t smirking, he wasn’t laughing, hell, was he even entertained? Jaehyun’s eyes squinted, a look of curiosity and ego flashing.
“We ended things. Or according to her, broken up.” Jaehyun sighed out, his hands grabbed the bottle, his head and gaze still fixated onto Riwoo. He twisted the cork off and gave it a light swirl before embracing the top of the bottle with his mouth and letting the liquid slide down his throat as well. His head leaned back as his adam’s apple kept bobbing.
Jaehyun didn’t stop until he felt each and every drop leave the bottle and into his mouth. When he felt as if it was completely empty, only then did he let the bottle leave his mouth. Jaehyun grinned at Riwoo, his eyes disappearing into his smile.
“Wait, go back. Broken up?” Taesan cut in from the rising laughter.
“How can you break up when you never got together?” He added more, a genuine curiosity slipping through the pitch of his voice. The group's laughter died down and actually began to wonder the same as Taesan — Jaehyun never explicitly stated that they were official, if they were, he would’ve told them, no doubt about it.
“Apparently today was her breaking point. She called it breaking up, I called it ending things,”
Jaehyun let out a nervous chuckle before continuing, his eyes averting to the ground in embarrassment.
“And even that we fought about.”
Taesan squeezed Jaehyun’s shoulder in comfort, Jaehyun waving it off him, shooting a slurry smile at Taesan — but when he looked back at Riwoo, his eyes were devoid of amusement, no, they hinted at something more.
“Riwoo?” Taesan asked, noticing him completely ‘dazing’ off, but only Jaehyun saw how there was this sight of determination in him.
Riwoo’s lips pouted, his eyes softly closing as a groan echoed behind his lips. His body was slipping back quietly, and before anyone knew it, he collapsed onto Leehan’s lap. Sungho completely lost it at this, his claps echoing through the entire studio, Taesan and Woonhak laughing along. Only Leehan and Jaehyun were completely straight at this – Leehan because he now had to get the otter off him, but Jaehyun?
He studied the way Riwoo’s head seemed so comfortable on his lap, how Leehan’s hands stroked his scalp in worrisome, Leehan smiling so gently looking at Riwoo with such eyes as he did.
“He’s knocked out cold.” Woonhak exclaimed, out of breath and still laughing along with Sungho. Jaehyun gripped Riwoo’s wrist and pulled him up, his hand quickly stopping Riwoo’s body from falling once more by pushing him from behind his back and into Jaehyun’s chest instead.
Taesan stared at Jaehyun from behind, giving Sungho a light slap to signal him to stop laughing and whatever was going on. Sungho cleared his throat and Woonhak followed with a chain reaction, both of them fixing their posture. Suddenly, the air grew thicker.
“You guys should go.” Jaehyun mumbled out, a tone firm and low.
“Right, I have that..” Woonhak’s eyes hurried to Taesan for help.
“We have that assignment. It’s.. duo. Duo assignment.” Taesan chuckled in nervousness, his voice a bit shaky. Sungho’s breath hitched, his eyes darting around the room as if an excuse would magically appear.
“I had too much to drink honestly.” Sungho stuttered out. The three got up and stretched out their clothing, their feet shuffling towards the door – Jaehyun got this apartment in the same building as Sungho – who lived just 2 floors down. However, he was hesitant to squeeze himself in with Taesan and Woonhak seeing as it was already well full, so he bought one himself, noting that he still had slight separation anxiety while he looked for renting. But as the days went by, he got more anxious, despite 3 of his friends being just a jog downstairs, this prompted Jaehyun to invite a roommate, which his first thought was Riwoo. Luckily, he agreed, and they had been living together simply ever since.
Taesan opened the door and Woonhak practically ran out, Sungho, however, did a quick run back and snatched his keys from the kitchen countertop and ran back outside. The door shutting in such an obvious hurry. Leehan obviously took context clues, but unlike the others, he was still living with contempt in his parent’s house, which the whole friend-group knew about.
“My mother’ll be here around 10.” Leehan tapped his phone, a light glow reflecting onto his face and his eyes reading the clock – 9:25 PM.
“I’ll bring him upstairs, help me clean up in the meantime?” Jaehyun’s tone was brighter this time, but too contrasting from his previous tone that it seemed suspicious.
“Sure, but I’m a little lightheaded, so don’t be mean if I miss anything.” Leehan joked.
“Ah, then maybe just rest up.” Jaehyun replied, already letting Riwoo slowly lie down on the floor as he slid his arms under his head and knees.
“Maybe I could bring him up?”
Jaehyun’s jaw clenched slightly, Leehan’s tone was soft, too soft.
“He’s my roommate, just rest.” Jaehyun stared into Leehan as he said so, a smile appearing onto his face but one that barely reached his eyes. Leehan nodded, oblivious to how Jaehyun’s knuckles grew white underneath Riwoo.
Jaehyun grunted as he got up, Riwoo’s head and legs hanging off his arms, his arms tucked in, lying on his stomach. Riwoo’s head relaxed and slipped deeper into Jaehyun’s chest – a faint smile planting onto Jaehyun’s face from this. Jaehyun made his way slowly to the stairs, taking his steps as careful to not wake him up.
Jaehyun pushed the already creaked open door with his foot, Jaehyun grew closer and closer to the bed, and once he finally stood over the bed, he bent his knees slightly, but before he could properly set him down, Riwoo wrapped his arms around Jaehyun’s neck, springing his head up.
While Jaehyun was focused on how to gently descend him onto the bed, he felt four sharp points dig into his neck out of nowhere. This sudden pain made his arms drop, tossing Riwoo onto the bed — waking him up.
Riwoo lifted up his body, using his hand and arm to do so, his posture was slanted, the toss woke him, but it did not sober him up. Riwoo gaped his mouth open, licking one of his upper fangs that pierced through Jaehyun.
“Sorry.” Jaehyun stuttered in a panicked tone. His hands were feeling around his neck for the bite that almost went deep enough as he stood over Riwoo, however, his gaze was still concerned and on him — the him that looked up at Jaehyun with eyes so deep with intent, with mischief stirring behind his pupils, pupils clearly yelling a tell that he’s anything but in the right mind.
“Riwoo?”
All Jaehyun received as a reply was a slurred groan, a groan that came before he collapsed back onto the bed. Jaehyun rushed to sit at the edge of the bed near Riwoo who turned over to lie on his back rather than his side.
Riwoo’s eyes met Jaehyun, one set of eyes being full of concern, confusion, while the other burned with desire, eagerness, boldness. Jaehyun’s breaths grew quicker the longer he held their contact, unsure of what to make of the situation.
Was it a mistake? An impulse? Out of defense? A desire?
Riwoo twitched his eyes to Jaehyun’s neck before reaching out his arm to wrap his hands around his neck, using it as support to pull Riwoo’s body up. Riwoo nudged his head on Jaehyun’s shoulder, snuggling deeper into his collarbone and exposed neck and shoulder, the scent driving him insane.
Riwoo’s sniffs grew more audible the more he did it — Jaehyun wasn’t weirded out, he didn’t even know what to think of it all. His head was spinning, why the bite? Was his scent that addictive? What’s he doing now?
As Jaehyun’s mind was in a wreck, it shocked him again, those four sharp points that were now recognised as his teeth. Jaehyun let out a piercing quiet wince as he felt Riwoo’s teeth dig deeper into him, but he didn’t push nor pull away, his hands traced Riwoo’s spine as he travelled it up to rest on the back of his head, his fingers curling into his palm subconsciously, Riwoo’s hair getting tied up in the mix of it.
He could feel Riwoo’s teeth digging in deeper and deeper, only going harder, his saliva seeping out from his mouth. Riwoo sucked in for a brief moment, piercing the pain for Jaehyun to be even worse, letting out a loud enough whimper for Riwoo to hear — this whimper only made Riwoo go even deeper.
After what felt like forever, Riwoo finally pulled away, wiping the saliva that escaped his mouth away with his thumb. His thumb was suspended at the corners of his mouth for a short while. Riwoo opened his mouth just a tiny bit and bit the middle of his thumb, his other hand gripping onto the bedsheet.
Riwoo tried to avoid Jaehyun’s gaze, but it was obvious he wanted more, with the way his eyes kept darting back and forth between Jaehyun’s neck and the edge of his bed, his bites getting harder on his thumb.
Jaehyun stared as he tore apart Riwoo’s features, the messy hair from collapsing onto Leehan till now, the drunken eyes that laid on top of the blush from the alcohol, and most importantly, his fangs.
Jaehyun’s fingers wrapped around Riwoo’s wrist and pulled his hand gently away, his thumb slipping out his mouth. He shifted his body, giving Riwoo a clear front view, exposed neck and all. His fingers left Riwoo’s wrist as he used both hands to unclasp his necklace.
It was obvious.
Jaehyun gathered the necklace and clumped it onto his palm, setting it down on his bedside table soon after. Within not even a second after, Riwoo launched himself at Jaehyun, this time, biting the opposite side of where he bit last time, throwing Jaehyun back and onto the bed.
This time, Riwoo’s bites were more aggressive, it wasn’t just a still bite sinking deeper and deeper, he was devouring Jaehyun’s neck as if he was eating an apple, using all his teeth to fully get a grasp around his neck.
Jaehyun’s pained groans slowly turned into embracing moans, the pain slowly starting to blur into pleasure. Whenever Riwoo did stop to savour just one bite, it went deep and raw, the whole entirety was just a process of deep sharp bite into three or two more small quick bites and repeat.
But after a ‘two or three small quick bites’, Riwoo dug his teeth like never before, and soon after, a metallic taste slipped into his mouth.
Despite that, he didn’t stop, and despite that, Jaehyun didn’t pull away, no, he seemed to enjoy it.
Enjoyed bleeding into him.
Riwoo pulled himself away from the bite by a bit, licking the blood that was spilling out from Jaehyun’s neck, sucking it up with his mouth in between.
Jaehyun’s hands gripped Riwoo’s shoulders, pushing him off gently while keeping him in his grip. With Riwoo above him, with those eyes that still yearned for more, with his fangs dripping with blood still, and that messy hair that was everywhere, he too, wanted more.
What Jaehyun forgot to keep in mind was that Riwoo was still blackout drunk, so it wasn’t long after Jaehyun’s stare down did Riwoo fall asleep and faceplant into the mattress.
Riwoo’s body laid motionless on top of Jaehyun, the once aggressive vampire that was just gnawing at him was now coldly asleep. Jaehyun slipped out of the bed as he pushed Riwoo off gently, turning him over on his back — not long after he left Riwoo and shuffled his feet towards his full sized body mirror that Riwoo usually uses for fit pics, leaning in to see the bites. He looked over his shoulder to see Riwoo still fast asleep, a smile emerging from this sight.
But as he looked back onto the mirror and the bites, he had no way of how to even explain it for tomorrow — the neck that was dented with a full set of teeth everywhere, the redness bulging, some with purple’ish splotches forming for how hard he sucked on them, and the bite that was still bleeding out. All of it was visible, they rested easily on the side of his necks, above any shirt collar that he ever owned. He had no way of hiding this, but deep down he didn’t even know if he wanted to — he liked the look of it, the look of Riwoo’s teeth scarring into him, how it was so easily recognisable that it was his if you just looked for his fangs, he might’ve even loved it.
“Jaehyun?” Leehan’s voice echoed from halfway up the stairs, his hand on the railing while his head stretched out, not wanting to pry further but also still worried from the faint groans he heard downstairs.
Jaehyun stiffened his body and flicked his eyes all around the room trying to find something, anything. His eyes finally landed on a black hoodie that was thrown onto Riwoo’s chair tucked in under his desk nearby. Jaehyun snatched it and made himself into the hoodie, stretching the hem downwards to make it seem more natural and also for comfort, he threw the hood over his head while his eyes did a quick stare down from his chest to his neck, trying to figure out if it seemed obvious or if it was faint enough. He heard footsteps on the glass stairway grow even more, making the decision to just go with the risk and hope he’s distant enough to not recognise it, sending the door flying out as he rushed outside the room.
“Wait. Riwoo doesn’t like outside feet on the second floor, remember?” That was a true statement, he always made his friends that visited wear slippers that he had on hand before even stepping on the second floor, but what's also true is that Jaehyun just wanted Leehan to not be that close, afraid he’d see the sudden bite marks.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Leehan murmured.
“Why the hoodie? Isn’t that Riwoo’s?” His voice and tone grew more doubtful, suspicious would be an overstatement as he still had trust in Jaehyun.
“It was cold, my hoodies in the washer.” Jaehyun’s voice slightly trembled, but he tried to keep it cool as he recognised the doubts in Leehan.
“Ah.”
A heavy silence grew between them, however, Leehan’s eyes started to wander.
“What’s that on your neck?” Leehan’s eyes squinted, brows tightening. Jaehyun’s hand shot up to his neck, covering the side where he bit the most, scratching lightly.
“Eczema.”
“Since when—” Before Leehan could pry further, his phone buzzed from inside his pocket.
“Oh right, my mother’s here.” Leehan took his eyes off Jaehyun, completely brushing off the topic and turning his back to move downstairs.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Leehan exclaimed as he hit the last steps of the stairs. Jaehyun heard the door shut close, the smart lock dinging itself to let him know for security, the stiffness and tension finally left his shoulders and he relaxed.
Jaehyun went back into Riwoo’s room, getting a good look at the otter that rested quietly on the end of his bed. He pulled a blanket over him and slipped a pillow under his head before leaving to his room himself. Plopping himself down onto the bed, lying on his back with his arm behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, replaying the pain.
He wanted even more.