Crimson Roses 1
Fanfic: Crimson Roses
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairing: Minho x Taemin / Key x Onew
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack-ish (I suppose), WTF (yes, wtf.)
Warning: Failed attempt at writing a serious fanfic here. not much else to see.
Length: twoshot.
Summary: Most guys his age got cars, or video games for their birthday. Minho got a boy stuffed in their pantry, shivering cold and naked. Then again, Minho wasn't exactly a normal boy...he was a vampire.
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It was that time of year again. Minho knew that Onew and Key were up to something, but they wholeheartedly denied it. He sighed and shuffled into the kitchen after another fail attempt at making one of them spill it. Lately, there’s been this lingering scent in the house that always made him hungry. He wondered if Key was experimenting with yet another recipe for him to like human blood. He pulled out a bottle of red, viscous liquid from the fridge and closed the door, before emptying it all in one gulp. He placed the empty bottle on the counter and licked his lips, before noticing Onew standing by the doorway, giving him a disgusted look.
“Really, how can you drink that stuff?” he walked over and sniffed the bottle slightly, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
“Because I’m not like you guys.” Minho replied, placing the bottle in the garbage.
Onew simply shook his head and turned to leave. The boy was hopeless. He didn’t even know why Key bothered to try.
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Minho tossed around in bed one night; sleep just wouldn’t come. And it wasn’t just because of the sounds coming from Onew and Key’s bedroom. It was that scent again. It smelt so sweet, so tempting, that he couldn’t put himself to rest until he had something sweet to munch on. He sighed in defeat and got up, and decided to go over to the pantry to grab a candy bar. Although he knew that it probably wouldn’t quench his sudden craving, it was still better than nothing. And he had to get away from the noises before it started to give him nightmares.
Their household wasn’t exactly one that you could call…normal. But they tried their best to make it seem so. Though they failed terribly, they still tried. Minho pulled the pantry door open, but instead of the usual food that was in there, he found a boy sitting there. He was naked, shivering from the cold, and he was hugging his knees to his chest. The boy looked up at him with such frightened eyes; Minho wondered what kind of a sick joke that was. In rage, he yanked the boy’s arm and dragged him towards Onew and Key’s room, kicking their door open.
“What the hell is this?” he questioned them, steam fuming out of his ears in anger. He tightened his grip on the boy’s arm; his skin felt so warm against Minho’s that it almost burned. He caught Key and Onew in mid action; Key’s mouth was slightly ajar, and his eyes were clouded over with a look of pure ecstasy as blood dripped down his neck. Onew held him close and sucked his blood with a look of such pure blood lust in his eyes, that it was almost scary
Minho sighed and let them finish as he stepped out their door for a bit. The boy continued shivering on the floor, his eyes gazing in one direction as if he were in a trance. Onew cleared his throat, and as soon as Key stepped out, Minho placed the boy in his arms and placed his hands on his hips, frowning at the two. “Anyone care to explain?”
“I uh…” Jinki started, but never continued. Key sighed and placed the boy on the ground, in front of Minho.
“You weren’t supposed to get him until next week, but since you already found him, happy birthday.” Key said, his bright scarlet eyes staring up at the younger boy.
“Oh, so this is your idea of a birthday present, huh? How many times do I have to explain it to you two? I’m not going to drink human blood. And that’s final.” He said sternly before staring at the boy in front of him, then turned to leave.
“But you’ve been having it lately, haven’t you? The cravings?” Key spoke, making Minho freeze in his tracks.
“I’ve seen you go through bottles of that bottled blood stuff every day, and you even rip through the stock of human food we keep here. No matter how much you eat or drink, it’s just never enough, is it?” he asked, his voice hinting some slight teasing.
“So what if I have? I’m a growing vampire. You guys said so yourselves.” Minho spat at him, although he couldn’t help but land his eyes on the poor boy that still sat by Onew’s foot.
The eldest glanced at him with such interest, wondering how he could resist that much temptation when it sat right in front of him. Heck, if he hadn’t been drinking Key’s blood so much lately, he knew he would have devoured that boy by now.
“Minho. Stop trying to get away from this. There’s no escaping it. The day you turn eighteen, you’re going to need all the strength human blood gives you. Fake blood won’t last you very long. You’ll die.” Kibum frowned, taking cautious steps towards Minho.
“Then I’d rather die.” He responded, as he started walking again. Onew caught up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, motioning for him to stop.
“Well then, at least show us gratitude for your present by keeping him.” Onew kicked the boy slightly towards Minho, hoping that maybe if he kept it long enough, he would give in.
Minho smirked, and a glint in his eyes told the eldest that he was way too good for that. Minho was too stubborn for his own good, and everyone knew it. “Fine, I’ll keep him. But we all know it’s not gonna happen. You two might as well start preparing for my funeral now.” He said as he picked up the boy again, before quickly turning to enter his room before Onew or Key could squeeze in another word.
Minho placed the boy on an armchair and knelt down in front of him, examining him. His deep purple eyes memorized every square inch of the stranger that sat there. His eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his lips, his hair; they were all perfect, despite the fact that he sat there, frightened out of his mind. If he didn’t know any better, Minho would have mistaken him for a vampire.
“What’s your name?” he finally asked. The boy jumped in his spot, startled that Minho actually talked to him. He opened his mouth, only to close it again, and repeated this pattern for a while until he could finally get over it and find enough courage to at least answer his question
“M-my name is Taemin.” The frightened boy stared wide eyed at Minho, wondering what was in store for him then. Minho got up and ruffled in his drawers for some clothes, then held them in front of the other one.
“Go put some clothes on.” He instructed. Taemin eyed the garments for a bit before actually reaching his hand out to it, slipping on the clothes one by one. He remained sitting on the chair as he hugged his knees, looking up at Minho with such confusion. Why was he being so nice?
Maybe he spoke too soon; Minho raised his hand, and Taemin was sure that he was going to get hit or something. By reflex, he closed his eyes and put his arms in front of his face protectively, but nothing came. Instead, he felt Minho’s hand on his head as his hair got ruffled, and he heard an amused chuckle escape Minho’s throat.
“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I’m not like them. You can stay here in my room. From now on, you’re my pet.” He declared with a yawn. “Goodnight, Taemin.” He said as he slid underneath his covers once more. “Sleep tight.” He flashed his “pet” a smile, before succumbing into slumber.
Taemin sat there for a second, dumbfounded. So he was a pet now, huh? But what exactly did pets do, anyways? Sleep, eat, and keep their master company. It almost seemed too good to be true. When he got captured by the vampires, he was sure that it was the end of him; he couldn’t have been happier to have ended up with someone like Minho. He rested his head on the arm rest and curled up, trying to relax. All the tension, and the pain, and the fright he felt before when Onew and Key handled him was gone. Minho’s deep purple eyes that differed from all the other vampires’ scarlet ones reassured him that he was different. And he felt at ease with him.
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“WHAT? You’re actually keeping him?! And as a pet?!” Onew slammed his palms on the kitchen counter, but quickly lifted them after seeing the dent it made on the marble. “Are you out of your mind, Minho?!” he added after, shaking his head disapprovingly at the boy.
Key bit his lip and stared at Taemin, then at Minho, then back to Taemin. He sighed and came up behind Onew, wrapping his arms around his waist and placing his chin on his shoulder. “What do you suppose we do about this now?” he asked.
The eldest stared at Minho, who stood proudly in front of them, and Taemin, who was cowering behind him. Jinki sighed and closed his eyes. There really wasn’t much he could do about it. If he said no, he knew Minho would continue bothering him about it. “All right, fine, he can stay. But you take care of him. It’s your fault if he suddenly…disappears one day.” Onew looked longingly at the human, earning him a hard smack on the back of the head from Key.
Onew winced as Key yelled, and Minho smiled at their squabble. He turned to Taemin and ruffled his hair again, then knelt beside him. “Are you hungry?” Taemin nodded as he watched the arguing couple slowly head towards the door.
“Minho, I hope you know what you’re doing…” Key glanced back for a second before turning back to scold Onew.
The room was finally filled with silence. There was an aroma in the air that smelt like bacon and eggs. Taemin turned his head to find Minho cooking by the stove. “U-uhm…” he started, but stopped when he realized he didn’t know what to call the “master” that had just taken him in.
Minho smirked and placed the food on a plate on the table, in front of Taemin. “You can call me Minho.” He said, watching the boy intently. “Go ahead.” He said, pushing the plate closer towards Taemin. Taemin nodded and looked into Minho’s eyes again. They were a lovely shade of purple; it made him feel calm, even a bit woozy. Before he knew it, he was lost in the purple haze. Minho tilted his head to the side in worry. “Taemin, are you okay?”
Taemin managed a small nod, but his gaze continued to look onwards, and his eyes looked empty. Minho swallowed as he observed the boy nervously, unsure of what to do. “I made food for you. You can eat it.”
Immediately, Taemin picked up the fork and ate. His eyes remained the same; like he was hypnotized, or something. He placed the fork down when he was done and continued to sit there, his eyes unchanging. Minho was on the verge of panic; what should he do? He snapped his fingers in front of the younger one’s face. “Hello?”
Taemin seemed to snap back to normal, then shot Minho a confused look. “What happened?” they both asked at the same time. Minho stared at Taemin, and Taemin did the same. Minho shook his head and picked up the empty plate. “Nothing.” Minho said, as he placed the plate in the sink. He had to look into this later on.
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Minho stacked another book on top of the already growing pile on the table. He shook his head and pulled out another book from the shelf, blowing off the thin layer of dust that lay on the cover. He cracked it open, exposing the pages, yellowed from age, and sat down on an armchair that was in the corner of the room. The door creaked open, and Key’s head popped in.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding all day.” He smiled, gracefully walking across the room where Minho sat. Minho didn’t peel his eyes off the page that he was reading, and simply ignored Key. Key landed his eyes on the stack of books that were on the table. He scanned through them all; they were all about humans and their interactions with vampires. Was Minho really taking this pet thing seriously?
“Minho.” Key called out to him again, this time, pushing the book out of his face. “I told you to look at me when I’m talking to you.” He frowned slightly. Key sighed as the younger boy didn’t respond. “Are you…are you really keeping that thing as your pet? I mean, you know, you can maybe consider storing him now, and you can drink him when your birthday comes arou-“
“The thing’s name is Taemin. And yes. Yes, I’m keeping him. But I’m not drinking his blood. I already told you I’m not like you guys. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to find out about something.” Minho raised the book back up again to read, and Key pouted, glaring at him.
“Minho, I’m just concerned about you, you know! I don’t want my son to…to die.” He said, his voice cracking at the last word. Minho ignored Key being overdramatic and continued to read through the book. His eyes widened as he finally found what he was looking for. Without so much as another word, he stood up and practically ran out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Key.
He searched the house for Taemin, but couldn’t find him anywhere. He found that odd, since he clearly remembered that he told him to stay put in the room, and to just come find him in the library if he needed anything. But he wasn’t in the room; he wasn’t in the kitchen, nor the living room, or the bathroom, not even in the backyard. Minho stopped in the hallway to catch his breath. Where else could he be, really?
He heard a high pitched shriek, more specifically, Key’s high pitched shriek and hurried over towards it. The sound came from their room, and Minho barged in only to find Key standing there with an aghast look on his face. “Lee fucking Jinki. What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he questioned, walking over to Jinki to pry Taemin off his hands. Minho caught Taemin, but he had that hypnotized look on his face again. Minho stared at him for a few seconds before snapping his fingers in front of his face.
Taemin immediately came back to his senses again, and Minho looked up at Jinki, his eyes furious. “What the hell were you doing with Taemin?!” he questioned, venom lingering in each word he spat out.
Onew kept quiet, keeping his gaze on the floor. Key remained quiet on his side, wondering what the eldest had to say for himself. “I...he was lingering around the hallways and he seemed lost, so I decided to help him out.” He lied. But everyone knew that Jinki was a horrible liar. Key smacked him on the back of the head again.
“Oh, so hypnotizing him and getting ready to suck his blood is your way of helping him, huh? Why, why, why are you trying to cheat on me, Onew?!” Key pouted, making a scene. Minho rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to hear any of this. He stepped in between the two and stared down at Onew.
“I swear to god, if you ever touch Taemin again, I’ll-“
“Taemin? You named it?” he smirked. “And you’ll what? Kill me?” Onew laughed slightly, not feeling the slightest bit intimidated by the younger one. Minho pushed him forward, sending the leader to the other side of the room, demolishing the wall. He released a sharp exhale, then turned back towards Taemin.
Key gaped at him, staring at disbelief. Did Minho just do that? Minho? Something caught his eye; something that sparkled in the boy’s eyes. Something gold. Key’s eyes widened; it was coming. He was hella sure it was coming. And they didn’t have much time left.
“Let’s go, Taemin.” Minho pulled the confused Taemin out of the room, still furious about what just happened. Minho’s mind raced with such spiteful thoughts against Onew, yet he didn’t know why. Onew was his father figure. Taemin was a mere human he was keeping as a pet. He couldn’t be getting attached, could he? It was impossible. Choi Minho was never attached to anything, or anyone.
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