→ the prince and his vampire boyfriend | PG13 | yunho/yoochun
→ chaptered (3/?)
→ Yoochun is the type of vampire who craves female blood. unfortunately, his willing victim is a male prince.
“You know, if you keep staring at him like that, you might set the royal highness on fire.” Jaejoong plops on the couch next to the fuming vampire. Being coerced into joining the royal family’s afternoon tea party, Yoochun made sure to at least have someone to accompany him to the palace. Unfortunately, he picked the wrong person to go with.
Ignoring the previous statement, Yoochun flashes his fangs out and crosses his arms petulantly. “Who are they and what the fuck are they doing?” from afar, they could see a couple of women touching the prince’s face, hair and clothed body meticulously. Each swipe of their hands has him cringing in disgust.
“These ladies make sure that our royal prince is always presentable. You don’t honestly think that mop of downy hair fixes by itself, do you?” sending his best friend a critical stare, Jaejoong queries, “Why does it bother you so much?”
“I don’t understand why he has all the ladies fawning over him? What does he have that I don’t?” Eyes narrowed at the blond haired woman who kept on running her hands up and down the side of Yunho’s face. “I mean, look at him! He’s not even that handsome.”
Jaejoong snickers, doing his best to stifle it. He was quite sure that Yoochun’s mad about something else and it had nothing to do about the fact that he's envious of Yunho's charms with the opposite sex. It is clear as the daylight that the young vampire hates seeing someone else touching the prince intimately, despite of the fact that Yoochun would always believe the opposite.
“It’s not funny, Jae.” Yoochun growls. “I hate him and his beautiful face.”
There goes the Freudian slip of the day. Jaejoong only barks with laughter. “Whatever, I’ll go grab some scones and leave you here rot in jealousy.” As he stalks away, the prince finally manages to get out of his chamber-maiden’s grasp and immediately runs toward the vampire’s side. It was funny how no matter these young, beautiful ladies fawns over the handsome prince, the guy would always resolutely pursue the un-dead one (who has a small inclination to wearing proper footwear, even in the palace).
“Chunsa, are you enjoying the party so far?” comes Yunho’s deep voice. Apparently he manages to slink on the couch next to him without him realizing it.
Sulking, Yoochun crosses his arms, still sitting resolutely. “I’d much prefer to stay at home rather than see women touching you all over.”
Yunho allows the accusation to wash over him. As expected, the prince misunderstood the whole thing.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant-”
“Are you jealous, Chunnie?” just the thought of it sends pleasurable tingles down his spine. The beating of his heart sped up and it propels him to engulf the vampire into his embrace. “You don’t have to feel that way, my love. You’re the only one for me.”
“You’re a bastard,” Yoochun accuses, desperately trying to get out of the stifling embrace. “I wasn’t jealous! Get off me, you stink!”
It takes Yunho a moment to grapple with the struggling arms and calm the vampire down. When he manages to bring Yoochun securely on his lap, the vampire wiggled his nose and turned his head away.
“Do I really smell that bad? I took a bath today, I assure you that.”
“That’s not it! You have the scent of those women all over your skin.”
“You said you like to drink women’s blood.” Yunho’s eyes turns alight, “I smell like a woman, can you finally drink from me?”
Yoochun just clenches his jaw, “You may smell like a ten cent whore but your blood will still taste the same. Oh my god, what kind of a prince are you?”
Grinning like a lovesick fool, Yunho replies automatically, “A prince who is in love with you.”
Eyes widening, Yoochun’s face blossoms red at the proclamation. This was the first time the prince ever expressed his feelings and it irritates him how he can easily say such things. They met each other last week and now he’s telling him that he loves him?
Ridiculous, isn’t it? Then why does it feel as if his dead heart’s brought back to life and now pounding relentlessly inside the cavity of his chest?
Flushed face hidden beneath a curtain of dark hair, Yoochun seethes. “You idiot!” a pair of soft lips against his shushes him right away.
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