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I’m hungry, Taesan thought. He’s starving.
His whole body was starting to ache, and he felt weaker by the second. The dizziness only made it worse, just confirming what he already knew and was sick of admitting: he needed to eat — But how? How? he asked himself again. At this point, the question was just pissing him off. How the hell am I supposed to eat? How?
Vampires were never exactly loved by humans, obviously. They were always called cruel, manipulative, and annoyingly charming — but now it was worse. Way worse. Definitely worse. In his one hundred and twenty-one years of existence, he had never struggled like this.
Every time he left the house — which wasn’t often anymore — he ran into posters glued to every possible wall. Stuff like “beware of vampires,” “how to identify a vampire,” or “what to do if you suspect someone is a vampire.” And that was just the start.
There was also extreme surveillance. It was almost impossible to walk down the streets at night without being inspected from head to toe. They’d force people to eat garlic, hold silver in their hands, sometimes even shove mirrors in their faces to check for a reflection, seriously, who even came up with that?, he thought.
Because of all that, and a million other reasons, going out to feed was basically impossible. Taesan had been surviving on animal blood for weeks now, and he hated it. No one would ever get that out of his mouth. It was humiliating. He had spent decades laughing at vampires who only fed on animals, who refused to kill. The situations were different, sure — but it was still embarrassing as hell.
Drinking from animals was shameful, but that wasn’t even the worst part. What really hurt was knowing that nothing would ever compare to human blood. Two liters of rabbit blood would never give him the same satisfaction as two fresh drops from a human.
How long had it been since he’d had real blood? Two months? Three? Three months since those idiot vampires were stupid enough to kill someone in public. Ever since then, he and every other vampire in the area hadn’t known a second of peace.
He was shifting around inside his coffin, thinking about how he should’ve enjoyed the last time he drank real blood instead of whatever random animal he’d found in some alley, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Then three knocks on the door. In the mood he was in, he decided to ignore it.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” Sungho, his vampire friend of decades, said as he walked in anyway, even after being ignored.
Taesan grumbled but didn’t open the coffin. “I don’t wanna talk.”
“What’s wrong? The rat you drained was rotten?” Sungho joked, sitting on top of Taesan’s coffin. He knows?! Taesan’s eyes went wide inside the dark. That was a nasty stain on his reputation.
“Fuck you, that’s your thing,” he shot back, irritated. He couldn’t just let him say something that outrageous and get away with it.
“Yeah, sure. Because it’s not like we can actually eat anymore,” Sungho replied, his tone calm but kind of sad.
Taesan knew it wasn’t just him suffering. Every vampire in the region was struggling. If this kept going, they could get weak. Sick. Maybe even die. The thought made his chest tighten. At first, he hadn’t been the biggest fan of this life. But now it was part of him. And he didn’t want to die because of some bored, useless cops with nothing better to do. Okay, killing people wasn’t exactly the most ethical thing in the world — but it was that or death. He didn’t want to die. And he definitely didn’t want his friends to die either. He’d been through that too many times already, and no matter how many years passed, he knew he’d never get used to the pain.
“Speak for yourself,” he decided to lie. Not because he wanted Sungho to believe him, but because he wanted to lighten the mood a little. One miserable vampire in the room was enough. “I’ve been killing a lot, actually.”
Sungho burst out laughing. “Oh yeah? Then why’s the pretty boy lying in a coffin like a corpse instead of out on the streets drinking blood?”
“I hurt my foot.”
“Try again.” He laid down on top of Taesan’s coffin like it was a couch. Taesan rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I didn’t come down here just to annoy you. I’ve got good news.”
That caught his attention. Maybe even gave him a little hope. It had been months since anything good happened to any of them, and he knew Sungho wouldn’t leave his hiding spot just to mess with him. His eyes lit up for a second, but he tried not to look too eager. “Spit it out.”
“I know how we can feed without getting caught.” Taesan shoved the coffin lid open and jumped out so fast Sungho fell straight to the floor. “Fuck, you asshole—”
“How? How? Tell me, how?” Taesan was basically yelling in his face, grabbing him by the shoulders. That’s how desperate he was. So hungry that even the smallest hint of real blood made him anxious.
“First of all, get your nasty rat hands off me.” Sungho pushed him away and brushed off his shirt. “Second, you might hate it, but it’s better than nothing.”
Taesan didn’t even care about the warning. He just stared at him with wide, desperate eyes.
“There’s gonna be a Halloween party in town. Pretty much everyone our supposed age is going. And with all this vampire drama going on, I’m willing to bet at least seventy percent of them are gonna show up dressed as some cheap vampire costume you can buy on any corner.” He paused, watching Taesan closely, waiting for him to freak out — because he knew Taesan would think it was insanely risky. He sighed and kept going. “I know it sounds stupid, but it’s the perfect cover. No one’s gonna suspect us. I’m telling you, none of these idiots are even considering the possibility that a real vampire would be there. There’ll be hundreds of people wearing the same stuff we probably have buried in our closets from decades ago. We can feed until someone notices people are going missing, which, if it even happens, will probably take a long damn time. And then we go home with full stomachs for at least two weeks.”
When Sungho finished talking, Taesan sat down on top of his coffin and started going over the whole plan in his head while Sungho just watched in silence. There was a lot to think about.
“Does Riwoo know?” he asked, his voice flat, thoughtful. He needed another opinion right now, and Riwoo, his other vampire friend, mattered.
“He said he’d think about it. But with how things are going I wouldn’t be surprised if even he is willing to throw himself into a crowd just to feed a little…”
Taesan knew things were bad. But hearing that Riwoo might actually leave his hiding spot and go to a party just because he was starving made it sink in even more. They were screwed.
Was it dangerous? Yeah. Extremely. If someone saw something, that’d be it. He probably wouldn’t make it out. But if no one noticed… He’d finally get fresh human blood again. Just the thought made something dark and hungry curl inside him. If he got lucky, maybe he could even find someone dumb enough to keep hooking up with him without realizing why they woke up weaker every day, with tiny puncture marks in weird places. It had happened before. It could happen again. And he wanted that. More than anything.
“Fine,” he said at last, lifting his head to look at Sungho. “I’m in. I’m fucking starving anyway.”
🦇
Taesan tore through his closet and opened every single memory box just to find something he could use as a costume. For the first time in years, he felt smug about not throwing everything away the second it stopped being useful — unlike Sungho, who got rid of stuff like it offended him. He still had some nice clothes. Just a little dusty. They made him think of when he was still a baby vampire, barely turned and trying to figure shit out. He felt a weird pang of nostalgia for a second. Everything had been awful back then too, but at least feeding was easy. So easy he’d go to bed every night completely satisfied, no exceptions.
He even found a cape. A fucking cape and some ridiculous shoes, probably from the time he was still young and desperate to fit in with the older, more experienced vampires. Shit, he’d been pathetic. Almost cute, in a tragic way. But he’d had fun. He wondered where most of them were now. Alive? Dead? Still in this country, or somewhere far away? There was no way to know. Vampires were good at disappearing. He rarely ran into others. Sungho was sixty years ago. Riwoo almost forty. The rest are either not interested in friends outside their little covens or were just straight-up monsters. The cruelest kind. Taesan didn’t consider himself good or kind — not even close — but he’d never sunk to their level. Some of them were so vile he avoided even breathing the same air. By the end of the night, he felt grateful he had at least two vampires he could trust.
Once he’d found everything he needed for the perfect costume, he shoved the rest back into the depths of his closet. Then he stripped and stepped in front of the mirror. For a second, he almost didn’t recognize himself.
Taesan had never looked worse.
He looked weak. Thinner than usual. Paler than even a vampire was supposed to be. He could see his bones more clearly, the sickly look in his face impossible to ignore. It didn’t make him ugly, not really, but he had definitely looked better. What comforted him was knowing vampires healed fast. All he needed was the blood of one or two humans and he’d be back to normal, and he fully planned on doing that early in the party so he could spend the rest of the night wearing his usual charm like a second skin.
He got dressed and turned slowly in front of the mirror, checking every angle. For a second, he felt beautiful. Nostalgic. Like it was a hundred years ago and he was getting ready for one of those old vampire parties they used to throw. The outfit wasn’t simple, but it wasn’t over the top either. A white shirt under a black long-sleeved top with soft ruffles. Gloves and way too many accessories. And finally, the cape — slightly ridiculous, yes, but it completed the whole vampire look perfectly.
He slipped on his black shoes, probably the only part of the outfit that was less than twenty years old, and took one last look in the mirror. The costume was the perfect cover and his looks sealed the deal. Taesan felt so restless he almost wanted to start jumping around the room.
Instead, he sat down on his coffin and waited for the other two to show up so they could leave together. Three people dressed as vampires might look a little suspicious, but they definitely wouldn’t be the only ones. He wondered if other real vampires had the same idea. Probably. He just hoped none of them were stupid enough to ruin the fun.
Not long after, he heard footsteps on the stairs. They were coming down to his hiding spot. Taesan lived in a normal house, but he had built a secret space for himself, one no human could ever notice. He refused to get used to sleeping in a regular bed with closed windows like most modern vampires did. He’d choose a closed coffin any day — It was safer, more comfortable. Besides him, only Sungho and Riwoo knew how to get in. And usually, only Sungho showed up.
Unlike last time, Sungho didn’t knock. He just walked in, with Riwoo right behind him. Sungho looked ridiculously excited, and Riwoo, quieter as always, was clearly just as eager.
The three of them were dressed in similar styles, and suddenly Taesan was hit with memories of the old parties they used to go to together. That’s where they’d met. It had been Riwoo’s first party after turning. Taesan and Sungho, already more experienced vampires, had decided to help him blend in. They’d clicked instantly. But after that, Riwoo never went to another one of those parties because it “wasn’t really his thing.” Now this would be his first in decades and he didn’t look nervous at all. He looked excited. Hunger really had pushed him that far.
“So… you ready?” Sungho asked, dropping down beside him on the coffin, practically vibrating with energy.
“Fortunately, yeah,” Taesan replied, just as excited.
Sungho jumped up from the coffin and spun around like an overexcited kid. Taesan almost forgot that Sungho had more years as a vampire than him and Riwoo combined. To this day, he had no idea how old Sungho actually was — just that he was old. And honestly, Taesan thought that was really cool.
“We should take a picture,” Sungho said suddenly. “You got a camera somewhere in the middle of all your ancient junk?”
Taesan rolled his eyes but stood up and opened his closet again. After digging around for a few minutes, he found an old camera and luckily, it still worked. He called the two of them closer and snapped two photos. It would be a nice memory to look back on in a few years if they didn’t end up dead tonight. Or sometime in the next few months. After that, the three vampires left the house together, excited and hungry, stepping into a night that had barely even started.
🦇
Sungho hadn’t lied when he said the party would be packed. And he definitely hadn’t lied about the vampire costumes. There were a lot of them. Like, a ridiculous amount. Taesan had counted at least thirty and he’d barely even stepped inside. The people dressed as anything else were the minority.
Some of the fake vampires were even trying to scare people. One idiot walked up to him, flashed his cheap plastic fangs, and then ran off laughing like he’d done something hilarious. Every single one of them looked stupid. And he could tell exactly who was a real vampire and who wasn’t.
Thankfully, none of them seemed to attract any attention. They blended in easily, which meant the three of them ended up separating not long after arriving. Taesan’s excitement kept building, but he decided to wait until the place got a little more crowded before picking his first victim.
When you’re a vampire who hasn’t had real blood in months, every human starts to look like a full-course meal. Taesan could feel himself slowly losing control. It wouldn’t take much for him to snap, to grab someone and drain them until there wasn’t a single drop left. To savor every second until they were nothing but a lifeless body on the floor. To drink and drink until his clothes and face were a bloody mess—
Focus, Taesan, he told himself. Focus. The night just started. But it was hard to focus when he was this fucking hungry.
He tried to distract himself by talking to people, waiting until he found someone who seemed interested enough for him to lure somewhere private, a bedroom, maybe, so he could finally feed. Luckily, it didn’t take long.
It was a guy who looked around his supposed age, maybe a year younger. Short hair. Dressed as an angel — one of the few people not wearing a vampire costume. He was a little shorter than Taesan and didn’t even live here. He’d come from Japan just to travel for a while. That was about all Taesan managed to register before leading him into one of the mansion’s rooms and sinking his fangs deep into him.
Normally, Taesan would’ve taken his time. He liked to make out a little first — maybe a few heated touches just to make it look natural. But tonight he was too hungry for that. He kissed the guy once. Just once. Then he dropped to his neck and sank his sharp teeth straight into his artery, drinking fast, desperate, his free hand clamped over the guy’s mouth to muffle the screams. It didn’t take long before the boy’s body went limp and hit the floor, Taesan still latched onto his neck, taking every last drop.
When he finished, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand and glanced down at his clothes. A little stained, but nothing he couldn’t pass off as fake blood. Part of the costume. He adjusted the guy’s body and straightened his clothes a bit, making it look like he’d just passed out from drinking too much or something.
Taesan already felt so much better. He didn’t want it to end. It felt like he’d been reborn — like he’d finally woken up after years buried underground. Adrenaline rushed through him. The thrill, the rush of being a vampire, hit him so hard it almost felt like he was new to this life again, like this had been his first victim. He was still a little hungry, but the night had barely started. He wanted at least three tonight, that had only been the first. There was so much more waiting for him.
He walked out of the room practically bouncing, nothing like the miserable vampire he’d been just minutes ago. Now the night had really begun, he thought, slipping back into the crowd with a satisfied smile.
🦇
Feeling completely refreshed and buzzing with energy, he started wandering through the mansion’s hallways, looking for his next victim. He briefly wondered where his friends were, but he was sure they were having just as much fun as he was.
After a while, someone actually caught his attention. Not like the last guy. This time, there was something about this guy that practically pulled Taesan in. Before he even realized it, his legs were already moving in the man’s direction.
He had blond hair and was dressed as a bunny — white ear headband, a fluffy white jacket that probably cost a ridiculous amount of money, and even a little pompom tied to his denim shorts. He was beautiful. Almost angelic. In his one hundred and twenty-one years of existence, Taesan was sure he had never seen someone this pretty. Someone who grabbed his attention this hard. And it made him hungry. Not the same hunger he’d felt these past months surviving on animals. This was something else. He couldn’t even remember if he’d ever felt this kind of hunger before.
At that moment, he knew he had to be next. His mouth practically watered at the thought of tasting his blood. Luckily, the guy wasn’t talking to anyone. No friends nearby, no one flirting with him. Taesan approached slowly until they were standing side by side.
He had just opened his mouth to speak when the other guy beat him to it. “If you’re about to make some stupid joke about bunny stamina or ask if the pompom stays on during sex, you can walk away right now,” he said, barely even looking at him.
Taesan just chuckled and leaned back against the wall behind them. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that, actually.”
“So you’re not gonna ask if I’m fertile, then?” Even though his words sounded a little rude, his tone was playful. He didn’t actually seem annoyed. Taesan kind of admired that. If he had to hear the same stupid joke all day, he would’ve snapped hours ago.
“I’m starting to feel bad for you,” Taesan said. The guy looked at him, mildly interested, but not enough. Taesan wanted more than that. He wanted him hooked. “Regretting the costume?”
“No, actually. I like it. It’s cute.” He turned around to show off the pompom on his shorts, still looking at Taesan over his shoulder. “Don’t you think?”
Oh, he did. Very much. So much that he was barely resisting the urge to sink his teeth into his thighs right there. But he needed to calm down. Just a little more patience. He’d been a vampire for over a century, not ten days. He wasn’t about to lose control and make the mistake of killing someone in public.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have walked over here,” he said smoothly, forcing his gaze away from the guy’s thighs in what he hoped looked natural. If he stared too long, he was afraid his fangs would slip out on their own.
“Fair enough,” The guy turned back around and leaned against the wall beside him, facing Taesan properly for the first time. There was a teasing smile on his lips, and he looked entertained. Taesan liked that. At the same time, he couldn’t help wondering how bored he must’ve been before this if he was having that much fun over such dumb dialogue. Had every man at this party really made the same three jokes to him? It sure seemed like it. Taesan silently thanked all of them for being idiots. “And you?” The guy asked. “Do you regret dressing like eighty percent of the party?”
“A little,” Taesan lied. In reality, it was probably the smartest decision he’d made in years, but the guy didn’t need to know that. “But there’s something that sets me apart from the other vampires here.”
The blond raised an eyebrow and looked straight into Taesan’s eyes, waiting for him to finish. For a second, Taesan almost lost track of what he was saying — his eyes were bright, sharp, impossible to ignore. It made him feel weak all over again, but he pushed through it. “I’m a real one. It’s not just a costume.”
The blond laughed, tilting his head back. Taesan continued, “I’m serious. Can’t you see my teeth?”
Taesan knew he didn’t believe him, and he didn’t want him to. He was just playing along. He wanted to see him laugh. To pull him in a little more.
“Oh, of course. They look very realistic… Even the blood on your shirt looks real.” He reached out and brushed his fingers lightly over the collar of Taesan’s white shirt, completely unaware that it was real blood — fresh blood. Taesan smiled. He didn’t need to know. His gaze dropped to the human’s wrist, the veins visible under his skin as his fingers traced over the stained fabric. Taesan swallowed and ran his tongue over his teeth, trying to control himself. It would be so easy if he just— It would be so easy… “But tell me, sweet vampire,” the blond said smoothly, “what’s your name, hm?”
The distraction came just in time, before he made a mess.
Deep down, Taesan felt slightly irritated at how this conversation was going. The blond seemed to be in control of it. Of everything. And Taesan was barely managing to keep his instincts in check. That didn’t happen. No — that never happened. Had staying locked inside for months dulled his skills? Or was it the man’s low, rough laugh messing with his head? Either way, it bruised his vampire ego a little. Especially after spending decades bragging about how charming he was.
“Tell me yours first,” Taesan shot back. The blond looked at him with an intrigued, teasing expression. Taesan knew he barely had any control over this conversation, but he was trying to take some back. “You know, vampires have to protect their identities…”
“Oh, I’m sure they do,” the guy joked, running a hand through his blond hair. “But it’s fine. I don’t mind telling you mine. I’m Leehan.”
“You have a cute name. It suits you.” And it did. Taesan liked the way it sounded. Soft. Easy on the tongue.
“I know. I picked it myself.” He smiled and winked. It took Taesan a second to process that. “And now? Are you going to tell me yours?”
“Taesan,” he said. It wasn’t his real name, just the one he’d chosen when he arrived in this city. He changed names often. His original one had become a distant memory. Sometimes he almost forgot it completely. He probably would have by now if it weren’t for the old artifact boxes he kept hidden away. “You can call me Taesan.”
Leehan looked at him like he was studying him. Like he knew something Taesan didn’t. Taesan felt the urge to read his mind. He could — But it would drain too much energy, and he wasn’t in good enough shape for that.
“You know, Taesan… this party is actually really boring, don’t you think?” Taesan was about to answer, but Leehan spoke again before he could. “Well, at least I think so.”
Did Taesan still have any control over this conversation? After that, he was pretty sure he didn’t. And the worst part was, he couldn’t seem to do anything about it. He just stood there watching Leehan like he was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen, nodding along like some obedient dog while he talked.
“I’m so bored I was thinking about heading back home, it’s like ten minutes from here, and finishing the night watching some lame horror movie… Unless you wanna come with me and keep me company.”
Oh? Oh.
That was fast, Taesan thought, but he wasn’t complaining. He just wished he knew exactly what was going through Leehan’s head, because this wasn’t exactly a smart decision. They barely knew each other. Taesan could’ve been a creep, a pervert, or a real vampire. Well. He was. But Leehan didn’t need to know that.
“It would be an honor,” Taesan replied smoothly. Leehan smiled and started walking toward the exit. Taesan followed right behind him, smiling too, though there was a small flicker of pity in his chest. Leehan had no idea that this mistake was about to cost him his life.
🦇
Walking through the streets with Leehan, Taesan seriously considered reading his mind. But that would drain the rest of the energy he had left, and he couldn’t afford that. Not now. He might need it later, especially if Leehan didn’t realize what a terrible idea this was. Still, curiosity was killing him. So instead of actually reading his mind, he tried to guess what was going on inside it. Probably something like: This party sucks, this guy is stupid but hot and the most interesting person I’ve talked to in hours and I just wanna get out of here. Worst case scenario, he kills me.
He felt oddly satisfied with that assumption, almost convinced it was close enough. And he didn’t even have to waste any energy to figure it out—
Ah, right. Energy. His thoughts snapped back to the one thing he absolutely couldn’t forget right now.
If he really wanted to sleep with Leehan, he needed energy. The guy he’d fed on earlier hadn’t been enough to fully satisfy months of hunger, and there was no way he was embarrassing himself in front of the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. The problem was… where the hell was he supposed to get more blood now?
He should’ve thought about that sooner. He really, really should have. Because now they were practically standing in front of Leehan’s house — surprisingly big for someone living alone — and there was no turning back. All he could do was hope that the blood he’d already had would be enough. And if it wasn’t… he’d have to make a more drastic decision. One he didn’t like making. The fact that he was even considering that over one night of sex made him feel a little insane. Do I really like him that much? Unfortunately, yes. Because if he wasn’t completely fascinated, he never would’ve left that party in the first place.
Even though Taesan was distracted, the walk wasn’t silent. Leehan talked about his life — about living alone, about how he liked decorating aquariums in his free time, about studying biology in college, and a bunch of other small things that didn’t matter much. It wasn’t hard for Taesan to lie about his own “life.” He was used to it. In fact, making up new backstories for every person he met was one of his favorite things.
For Leehan, he was a writer in his spare time. He studied in the morning and worked in the afternoon, which was why he only really went out at night. Leehan said he wanted to read something he’d written, and Taesan told him he’d show him later. Leehan didn’t seem to hate the idea of seeing him again. And Taesan didn’t hate it either— But that wasn’t going to happen. So he quickly changed the subject.
When they finally reached Leehan’s house, Taesan felt a flicker of panic again. He forced himself to calm down with the reminder that he wasn’t that weak anymore. He’d done this before. The problem was… he really didn’t want to ruin his only chance with him. Because he was going to kill him afterward, and he wanted this first — and only — time to be good. Really good.
He probably would’ve kept spiraling in his own thoughts — or even run off to drain some random animal on the street — if Leehan hadn’t suddenly grabbed him the second the door closed, crashing their lips together like he was even hungrier than Taesan was.
“I usually wait for the other person to make the first move,” Leehan murmured between kisses, “but you’re a little slow.”
Slow? Taesan thought. No one had ever called him that in all his years. He would’ve been offended if it wasn’t true. He was slow right now. Completely thrown off. The blond had short-circuited his brain, and that was not normal. Not for him.
But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Not when Leehan was practically devouring him, kissing him like he was desperate to be touched — and who was Taesan to deny him that?
The kiss was messy and wet, rushed and heated. Leehan clearly wasn’t overthinking anymore. Taesan quickly understood: he wanted something fast. Something that would make the night worth it. Something that would make it good. Taesan could give him that.
He kissed Leehan like he already belonged to him, gently biting at his lips, trying not to let the darker thoughts take over, the sharp, dangerous urge to break skin and taste blood right there. He wanted to. But he knew if he started, he wouldn’t stop. It would only make him crave more and more. Maybe later, he thought. At the end of the night.
The vampire dragged his kisses down to the blond’s neck as soon as they started running out of breath, sucking bruises into his skin and leaving bites all the way down to his collarbone. Taesan couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful he looked. Especially this part of him. His fangs brushed against Leehan’s throat, his mind repeating over and over how easy it would be. How incredibly easy it would be if he just—
“You,” Leehan said, his voice slightly shaky but still carrying that same teasing edge, “you have sharp teeth… Is that part of the costume too?”
A short laugh slipped from Taesan’s lips. “No. They’re just like that.”
After leaving enough marks along Leehan’s neck, he returned to his mouth, trailing saliva from his collarbone back up to his lips. Leehan welcomed him again, one hand tangling into the vampire’s hair and the other gripping his neck, pulling him closer.
Taesan squeezed Leehan’s waist firmly, drawing a soft moan against his mouth. He could feel him growing more restless by the second — needy, almost. The way Leehan unconsciously rubbed against him made it obvious he was searching for friction. Touch-starved, or just too sensitive. Maybe both.
Taesan decided to indulge him — for now. He slid his leg between Leehan’s thighs, and the reaction was immediate. The blond started moving without hesitation, grinding down in slow, circular motions against Taesan’s covered knee, little sounds spilling from his lips as he gradually lost composure. A smug smile slowly curved across Taesan’s face.
The vampire watched in silence as Leehan seemed completely lost in his own haze of pleasure. He studied every shift in his expression and came to a quiet realization: Leehan was absurdly sensitive to any kind of touch. Surprising, considering the blond’s bold attitude. His furrowed brows and wide eyes, already starting to gloss over with tears, only confirmed it. Like this, he almost looked innocent, vulnerable. Taesan felt something violent stir inside him.
He grabbed Leehan’s waist firmly, stopping his movements. The blond looked up at him with watery, needy eyes, like an abandoned puppy. Fuck. Taesan wanted to ruin him. He needed to ruin him. If he let this opportunity slip away, he’d spend the next hundred years in agony.
“It’s better if we don’t end the fun just yet, bunny,” Taesan leaned down and murmured near his ear. “Why don’t you go to your bedroom and wait for me there? I need to tell my friend why I disappeared from the party — with so many vampires roaming around, he must be worried… But I’ll explain it’s because I met an angel disguised as a human.”
Leehan smiled smugly and tilted his head slightly, suddenly looking a little shy, as if he hadn’t been clinging to the vampire and grinding against him to the point of nearly coming just minutes ago.
“Okay,” the blond said with a grin. “But don’t take too long, or I’ll kick you out of my house.”
“Don’t worry,” Taesan smiled back. “I’ll be quick.”
Leehan gave him a quick peck before disappearing down the hallway, leaving the bedroom door open behind him. Taesan followed him with his eyes until he was sure the blond wouldn’t see anything. He really needed him not to see anything. Because he had lied. He wasn’t going to text any friend, Riwoo and Sungho were probably far too busy with their own victims to care where he had gone.
The truth was much worse. Taesan was scared — terrified of ruining his chance with the most beautiful man he had ever seen just because he was low on energy after feeding so poorly for so long. So he decided to resort to something humiliating. Something he had always refused to do because it felt weak. He was going to drink from his own wrist. Just enough to keep himself steady, just enough so he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of a man he had met less than two hours ago.
What the hell is wrong with me? he wondered, staring down at his own pulse. Is this really worth it? Then he remembered the wide eyes. The thighs he hadn’t properly touched — or bitten — yet. The slim waist. The captivating gaze that had nearly made him melt. God, he hadn’t even seen him naked yet and he was already willing to go against his own pride for one night. One night. And fuck, he wanted that more than anything.
Without letting himself think any further, Taesan rolled down the sleeves of his shirt, lifted his wrist to his mouth, let his fangs out and bit.
🦇
It didn’t take long for him to head into the bedroom. He only waited until the wound stopped bleeding, which didn’t take long at all, thanks to the almost automatic regeneration of vampires. Taesan felt nearly reborn. More alive, more energized. He practically hurried down the hallway, unable to wipe the smile off his face.
When he stepped inside, Leehan was lying on the bed, still fully dressed, absentmindedly stroking his own bunny ears as if they were real. He looked at Taesan with a crooked smile, but the way his eyes lit up the second the vampire appeared made it obvious he’d been waiting impatiently.
“Took you long enough,” he said, crawling toward the edge of the bed and sitting there. His fingers wandered over Taesan’s clothes, toying with the ruffles while holding steady eye contact. Taesan had the strange feeling those eyes alone held more power than he did, and he was a vampire over a hundred years old. “I thought I’d have to go back to the party and find another cute little vampire to help me.”
“Don’t worry. I’d never let such a pretty little bunny slip away like that,” Taesan replied, watching Leehan break eye contact for a brief second. For someone who acted so confident, he was incredibly sensitive to praise.
“So… is the sweet vampire going to do something,” Leehan teased softly, “or are you just going to stand there and stare?”
Taesan didn’t answer this time. He leaned down quickly and kissed him, sliding his hands back to his waist. In response, Leehan wrapped his arms around Taesan’s neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss between them.
Now lying on the bed, Leehan spread his legs and let Taesan settle between them. They were so close that Taesan could feel the warmth of his body even through their clothes. He liked the sensation, the contrast of his cold skin against Leehan’s heat. He couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like with nothing between them. He wanted that. He wanted to feel him fully. To know what it would be like when he was finally inside him. He wanted to taste every part of Leehan’s body — his own body ached for it. Without even realizing, he was the one moving now, grinding down as his cock slowly hardened inside his pants.
The moment Leehan felt it, he started moving too, matching the rhythm perfectly beneath him, but it wasn’t enough. Taesan wanted more. Needed more. The lack of direct contact was driving him insane.
“I think we should get rid of these, don’t you?” Taesan murmured, his hand sliding down to Leehan’s shorts. He quickly unbuttoned them and tossed them aside, the shirt following right after. Leehan didn’t protest and didn’t help either. He simply lay there, watching, clearly entertained by the hunger written all over Taesan’s face. He seemed to enjoy having someone so desperate to touch him.
When the blond was finally undressed, Taesan paused to take him in. The only thing left from the costume were the bunny ears, which Taesan had liked far too much to remove. Other than that, Leehan was completely bare. Fuck. He looked… celestial. Taesan swore he had never seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life.
The slightly messy blond strands, the red scars on his chest, the impossibly slim waist, and the dampness between his thighs giving away just how turned on he was. Taesan licked his lips. He felt hungry.
“Did you like the bunny ears that much?” Leehan asked, snapping Taesan out of his trance. There was a teasing smile on his face.
“Hm? Oh. Shit, yeah. They make you look even more adorable,” he replied, still a little distracted by the sight of him, like he’d never seen someone naked before in his life. God. He was a hundred and twenty-one years old.
“Adorable?” A laugh slipped from Leehan’s lips, like that definitely wasn’t the reaction he’d expected from someone who had just seen him naked. But it was true. Taesan thought he looked adorable with those bunny ears. He liked it. The ears made Leehan look even more like prey. It made something wild stir inside him.
“Yeah. But you’re also hot as hell. You’re driving me crazy, bunny,” Taesan said as he leaned down again, this time toward Leehan’s chest.
He repeated what he’d done earlier to his neck — kissing, nibbling, sucking bruises into his skin — starting at his chest and trailing down his stomach to his thighs, leaving a trail behind. He could feel how shaky Leehan was beneath him, the blond gripping the sheets while following Taesan’s movements with half-lidded eyes, soft sounds slipping out every now and then.
“You really are such a sensitive little thing, huh?” Taesan teased, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Leehan turned his face away, too affected to fire back properly. “Shut up,” was all he managed. Taesan just chuckled and went back to working on his thighs.
He held them firmly while he continued kissing and biting, nearly losing himself in the feel of Leehan’s warm skin and how ridiculously biteable and accessible his thighs were. His fangs instinctively slipped out, and he had to force the darker thoughts away before he did something stupid. Just a little more. Just a little more, he told himself.
To keep himself from doing something reckless, he pulled away from Leehan’s thighs and went back to what he’d wanted from the start. He looked up at him, flushed and wrecked already, before diving down and burying his face between his legs, licking a long, slow stripe through his soaked pussy. Leehan let out a needy moan. Taesan didn’t hold back. He licked and sucked at his cunt like he was starving, groaning softly against him at the taste. It didn’t take long for Leehan to fall apart completely. His fingers tangled tight in Taesan’s hair, keeping him pressed there like he’d ever dare to pull away.
Leehan turned into a desperate, whimpering mess under him. He couldn’t stay still, hips twitching, thighs trembling around Taesan’s head. His head tipped back, then to the side, avoiding eye contact because it was too much, because Taesan was holding his thighs wide open and eating him out like he meant to ruin him.
The sounds coming out of him only proved it — he was so fucking sensitive. He whined, moaned, begged him not to stop, breathlessly mumbling about how good it felt. It was obscene. And adorable. And it made Taesan’s neglected cock throb painfully inside his pants.
When Leehan’s moans got louder and his legs started shaking harder, Taesan forced himself to pull back. Leehan looked at him like he was about to cry.
“Why did you stop?” he whined. Somehow he looked both sinful and stupidly cute at the same time. Taesan wanted to destroy him. “Really, you always ruin my fun…”
“Sorry,” Taesan muttered, licking his lips slowly, savoring the taste of him. “But we can still have fun.”
Leehan’s eyes flashed with excitement before narrowing in frustration. “Then why the hell are you still dressed? Take it off already,” he snapped, leaning forward to tug impatiently at Taesan’s clothes.
Taesan let Leehan unbutton his pants while he pulled his shirt off himself, already regretting getting carried away dressing like he used to. Why the hell does this have so many layers?
He let out a relieved sigh once he finally stripped off everything that had been covering him. He hadn’t realized just how hard he was, hard and aching from not being touched even once. But he wasn’t upset about it. Not when he’d spent so long playing with the pretty little bunny in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re big,” the blond said, now kneeling on the bed. He looked at Taesan with a grin, eyes shining like a kid staring at their favorite toy. “You’re gonna take good care of me, right? I’ll be really disappointed if I have to go find another vampire.”
“Then why don’t you stay quiet and let me do that, hm?” Taesan replied, sliding two fingers toward Leehan’s mouth. Leehan opened up without hesitation, taking Taesan’s fingers in like he’d been waiting for it.
The vampire watched silently as Leehan licked and sucked on them, like he was giving a preview of what he could do. It almost made Taesan think about a next time — except there wouldn’t be one, and he couldn’t afford to forget that. Still, he let himself enjoy the sight, pushing his fingers deeper and watching the way Leehan tried not to choke, saliva glistening at the corners of his mouth.
But what really got to him were his eyes. They never left Taesan’s for a second. Hypnotizing was the only word he could think of. Even when the view became almost too much, he couldn’t look away.
When Taesan finally decided it was enough, he pulled his fingers from Leehan’s mouth. The blond responded with a small pout forming on his lips, looking mildly offended. Taesan almost laughed. He really did find Leehan adorable.
Leehan lay back down on the bed, letting Taesan do the work of spreading his legs open. The vampire teased at his cunt for a moment before slowly pushing his slick fingers inside him. The intrusion pulled a short, relieved moan from the blond.
“Your fingers,” Leehan breathed, already panting, “they’re cold.”
Taesan didn’t answer. He just smiled faintly and kept going. Deep down, he had the strange feeling Leehan knew. He wasn’t going to think about that right now.
He moved his fingers slowly but deliberately, stretching him open for his cock, drawing soft whimpers and broken moans from Leehan’s lips. When he finally pulled his fingers out, his hand was completely soaked with Leehan’s arousal. He brought them to his mouth, tasting him one last time before positioning himself between his legs.
Leehan rolled toward the desk beside his bed, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and handed it to Taesan. The vampire tore it open and rolled it down over his dick. He leaned down to kiss Leehan again, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking himself a few times before lining up with him. Leehan hooked his arms behind Taesan’s neck, pulling him closer.
The kiss broke into a long, trembling moan as Taesan slowly pushed inside him. They were so close Taesan could feel everything — Leehan’s breath against his mouth, the sweat on his forehead sticking to his own, the overwhelming heat of his skin. So warm. So tight. It made the vampire’s head spin, a low groan slipping from his throat as he filled him completely.
After giving him a moment to adjust, Leehan gave a shaky nod, a permission. Then Taesan started to move.
Taesan moved with a completely different rhythm than he had with his fingers. If before his movements had been slow and controlled, now they were fast, rough, and unrestrained. Any composure he’d had was long gone.
He gripped Leehan’s waist tightly as he fucked him hard, losing himself in how good he felt wrapped around him. The blond moaned loudly, nails dragging down Taesan’s back as he clung to him like his life depended on it.
Taesan looked down at him, Leehan was a mess. Beautiful, adorable, obscene, vulnerable. Taesan wanted to bite him. Devour him. His mind felt crowded, overwhelmed with too many instincts at once.
“You feel so fucking good, bunny,” Taesan rasped, his voice rough in a way that might’ve unsettled him if he’d been thinking clearly.
Leehan tried to answer, but all that came out were louder, broken moans. He seemed just as lost in the pleasure, barely able to process Taesan’s words. All he could do was babble about how good it felt, begging him not to stop — as if that had ever been an option — and Taesan couldn’t think about anything except how he never wanted this night to end.
They were loud. Not just the moans and groans, but the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin, of Taesan’s cock sliding in and out of Leehan’s soaked cunt. They were a complete mess. Taesan loved it.
His gaze dropped to where their bodies were joined, wanting a better look, and fuck. The sight made his head throb.
He could see the faint bulge in Leehan’s lower stomach every time he pushed deep inside him. A groan tore from his throat as he tightened his grip on Leehan’s waist, even knowing he might be hurting him. There was something sharp and possessive mixing with the overwhelming desire flooding his veins, and it only made him thrust harder.
Taesan wanted more of Leehan. He wanted the blond for himself. He wanted this night to repeat. Wanted this view again. Wanted him as his constant companion. Wanted Leehan to be his, only his. He was losing control.
He crashed his mouth back onto Leehan’s, kissing him fiercely and biting down on his lower lip — just enough to taste him. Just enough blood to steady himself a little. Leehan moaned into the kiss, deepening it, clearly enjoying something he barely understood.
The kiss turned into a bloody mess. Taesan savored it, licking and sucking every drop that spilled from those bitten lips, getting drunk on the taste of him.
When Leehan finally pulled away for air, Taesan slowed his thrusts to let him breathe. Blood still streaked his mouth, and Taesan stared at him, completely hypnotized. Leehan knew. He definitely knew. There was no doubt anymore. And yet he didn’t look afraid. He looked just as lost in desire as Taesan.
“The same way as before,” Leehan pleaded, gripping Taesan’s shoulders, his glossy eyes shining with tears. “Please.”
Taesan gave him exactly what he was asking for, snapping back into that same relentless rhythm.
He could still taste him, blood and saliva mixed together as it trailed from the corner of Leehan’s mouth. Taesan leaned down to lick it away before claiming his bruised lips again. The taste of Leehan’s blood combined with the tight heat of him clenching harder around Taesan was almost too much. He felt dangerously close to coming undone.
Knowing he was close, Taesan sped up his thrusts, chasing his release. The way Leehan’s legs trembled around him told him the blond was close too, so he slid his hand down to his neglected clit, rubbing slow, tight circles to push him over the edge.
It didn’t take long, Taesan came first with a deep, rough groan, finishing inside the condom, and Leehan followed right after with a sharp, breathless cry. They were both left panting, dizzy, bodies slack against the sheets. Taesan’s mind still felt hazy, not fully settled, and Leehan looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep.
Taesan pulled his cock out of Leehan and, while the blond was still too fucked-out to pay attention, slipped off the blood-filled condom and tossed it into the trash. After that, he sat down beside him, taking a moment to admire the bunny with his eyes closed. If he wasn’t already asleep, he was close.
This was the perfect moment. He had planned this from the beginning. He’d even checked for cameras earlier — none in the bedroom, and he was almost sure there weren’t any in the living room or by the entrance either. It would be so easy. The perfect moment to sink his fangs into Leehan’s neck and taste more of that blood that had nearly driven him insane.
Taesan brushed the blond hair aside, exposing his throat, and leaned down. His fangs slid out again, grazing the soft skin of the man he thought was asleep.
“You really are a vampire, aren’t you?” Leehan’s low, tired voice cut through the silence just as Taesan was about to bite him.
He froze. He hadn’t expected him to still be that aware. For a split second, he considered ignoring him — just finishing what he’d started, but something stopped him.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone…” Leehan said, not sounding scared in the slightest. If anything, Taesan could almost hear the smile in his voice. “If you go out with me again.”
Bullshit, Taesan thought. Of course he would tell. He couldn’t even dream of doing something that stupid. Sleeping with a human was already reckless enough. Letting him live would be stupid. He was going to bite him. He was going to sink his fangs into his throat and drain every last drop. He had to—
“I’m serious. I really won’t. Will you go out with me again?” he mumbled, his voice so low and sleepy that Taesan wondered if he was even fully awake. “My phone’s in my bag… I think I left it in the living room. You can have my number if you want before you leave.”
Leehan yawned softly before adding, “I really want you to have my number.” And then he drifted off to sleep, leaving Taesan sitting there, confused and unsure of what to do.
It wasn’t pity he felt. Taesan was a vampire, he hadn’t felt pity in a long time. But something stopped him from biting him in that moment. He just didn’t know what.
Leehan had something. And Taesan wanted more of it.
The vampire pulled away from the blond’s neck, taking one last look at his sleeping face, truly asleep now. Like this, he looked even more angelic. Taesan wouldn’t mind seeing that sight again.
He got up and dressed, then walked into the living room to find Leehan’s phone. After a bit of searching, he found the bag, took the phone out, and saved the number into his own. Then he went back to the bedroom. Leehan was still asleep, curled slightly into the sheets. Taesan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before turning away.
Maybe next time, he thought as he quietly closed the door behind him, finding himself hungry for some bunny blood again.