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For: ringdingdong_jy
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Eyes Wide Shut
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: R
Wordcount: 3,018
Summary: Vampire!au. Jonghyun's got a deal to make with Taemin, and Taemin comes to the realization that the world's not so black and white after all.
"This is probably the worst idea you've ever had," Taemin says as he and Kibum make their way through winding alleyways, faintly lit by the few lights on in the apartments overhead. "I should have just let you come alone."
"Whatever," Kibum says, and though it's too dark to see, Taemin's sure he's rolling his eyes. "You'd cut off your own arm before you let me walk into a known vamp nest by myself."
Taemin admits begrudgingly (and only in his own head) that Kibum's hit the mark on that one. "Maybe," he says. "Maybe one day you'll annoy me so much with your constant fussing that I'll just give you to them myself."
Kibum laughs, says something Taemin doesn't quite hear because now that they're nearing their destination, he can feel the thud of bass in the soles of his feet and it makes him want to dance. Hunting is a full-time job now, and while he's determined to find the vampire clan that killed his parents and Kibum's, the dream he once had as an innocent, carefree seven-year-old still lingers.
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
"No," he replies, shooting a grin at Kibum's annoyed look. "But I'm guessing it was somewhere along the lines of 'we're getting close, Taemin, be careful', blah blah?"
Kibum smacks his shoulder. "Fuck you."
But they are getting closer, and he knows as well as Kibum does that they can't afford to be careless. Not tonight. They've been through countless dead-end sources and finally, finally, they found a lead. This might be the clan they're looking for. But the trouble is, they're not going at it in their usual style-no, Kibum's determined that they play it cool this time, and go in as normal people. Most vampire clans are fond of flashy, inviting ways to draw people in, and this clan is no different.
It isn't long before they come upon what looks like an old, abandoned warehouse, save for the line of people outside and the multi-colored lights flashing through the windows. House of the Dying Sun, their source told them, one of the biggest underground clubs in the city. It's most likely run by one of the worst vampire clans in the nation, and he and Kibum are going to go in under the act of clubgoers.
He holds back his snort, glancing over at Kibum, then down at his own attire. They certainly look the part, thanks to Kibum and his fashion sense that's not often put to use. The chance to do so was not overlooked in the slightest by Kibum, not at all. Kibum's got his normally dark hair streaked with color and teased until it looks like he's just woken up looking fabulous, and he's dressed in so much dark leather that a goth would be jealous. He didn't have to do much for Taemin-he's been letting his hair grow out, not interested in keeping it looking too neat. So Kibum just dyed it to a honey color and trimmed his fringe, giving him a sultry kind of look that had him gaping at the mirror image of himself. He could do without the dark outfit (especially the weird sleeveless jacket) he's in right now, but arguing with Kibum on his once chance to make them both look chic is out of the question, and really, it's kind of nice seeing Kibum in his element again. He's never been quite the same since last year.
Forcing himself away from those memories, Taemin focuses on what Kibum's leaning in to murmur. "You know what to do, right?"
Taemin sighs, nodding. "We've only gone over it a million times, Kibum-hyung." He pauses, for dramatic effect, then adds, "Oh wait, now it's a million and-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll give you to the vamps," Kibum growls, tugging him towards the bouncers. With enough hard cash as bribery, they're let in with no more than a couple of stone-faced looks. Taemin's pretty sure he sees a flash of red in one of the bouncer's eyes, however, and files that piece of information away for later. Just in case. "God, I love us," Kibum says, grinning. "If we were rugged and gross like other hunters, we'd have been pegged right on the spot."
Taemin is unable to hold back his snort this time. "Just go on, hyung. We should only be here for an hour, tops." The hair on the back of his neck prickles, and he suppresses a shudder. "We're already being watched."
"Yeah," Kibum says, smile still curving his lips, but his tone is grim. He leans in, instantly flirtatious, his fingers trailing across the skin of Taemin's hip. "I know you don't want to hear it, but be careful, you brat."
Taemin gives Kibum a little smile, sliding into character easily. "When am I ever not?" he replies, glancing around for the source of his uneasiness. "You too, by the way," he adds casually, on afterthought, as he disappears into the crowd. His smile widens at the loud, indignant sound Kibum makes. After that, anything Kibum's saying is drowned out by the music, the bass jarring Taemin down to his bones, making his muscles twitch with the need to move.
He's not even halfway through the throng of dancing people when there's an arm curling around his waist, lips brushing his ear. "Dance with me." It's not a question. He comes face-to-face with a grin that's borderline obscene and dark eyes hidden beneath blonde-tipped fringe. A looker, for sure, and Taemin finds it no problem at all to play his part.
"Pushy," Taemin replies, leaning slightly into the stranger's arm. "What if I say no?"
The stranger's grin widens before he leans in again. "I tell Heechul there's a pair of hunters in his club." Taemin stiffens. "Oh, and you obviously didn't do your research well enough, hunter, or you'd both have avoided this place without backup-I'd say about eighty percent of the people around you right now are vamps."
"What do you really want?" Taemin snaps, testing the grip of the arm still around his waist. It's impossibly strong.
"A chat."
Taemin glares at the vamp, suspicious. "Why?"
"You'll see," the vamp says, tilting his head. "Come with me, we'll go in the back. No one will bother us there." That lewd grin is back, and Taemin can only imagine what 'the back' is for, normally. He doesn't put up a fight though, and when Kibum catches his eye as they pass, looking worried, Taemin assures him with a grin and a wink. Even if this does go sour, he can handle his own.
They pass dozens of rooms once they leave the crowded main of the warehouse, all newly built. This was clearly a special add-on for the more deviant purposes of the clan, if the various sounds coming from the occupants are anything to go by. A particularly loud scream has Taemin clenching his fists at his sides.
"Calm down, they're all willing participants." The vamp says, rolling his eyes. He adds, with a smirk, "Well, most of them, anyway. They don't mind so much when things actually get started, though."
"Fuck you. Can we just get this over with, already?"
The vamp laughs, opening a door and gesturing inside. "Go on, then." He follows Taemin inside and shuts the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest, looking so smug and at ease that Taemin wants to shove his fist into that pretty face. "I'm Jonghyun, by the way. Since we're chatting, I figure we should exchange names."
"How about no," Taemin replies flatly, not in the mood for banter. "What would a vamp like you need from me?"
Taemin's almost prepared for how fast Jonghyun goes from the door to right in his face. It still gives him a shock, to have those eyes so close. Even though Jonghyun is shorter than him, he still has presence. "A name." Jonghyun's tone is flippant, like Taemin's just a mouse that's been caught by a cat. It's infuriating. He trails a finger down Taemin's cheek, the touch barely there. "Oh, did you want me to say please?"
He just wants to get this over with. "Taemin. Now out with whatever it is you want to talk about. I'm through with this bullshit, vamp."
If Jonghyun's irritated by his refusal to use his given name, he hides it well. He backs off, hands in his pockets. "You want to take Heechul down, yeah?" Taemin raises a brow, unimpressed. "Because he's the vamp that got your parents?" Jonghyun adds, smirking triumphantly when Taemin can't hide his start of surprise. "You didn't actually have to give me your name. I already know about you and Kibum."
Taemin's anger surges over the shock, red and hot in his veins. "You fucking bastard, I'm goi-"
"Uh-uh," Jonghyun interrupts, waggling a finger. "I can help you." Taemin blinks. Jonghyun continues in his stunned silence. "You see, I wasn't turned by my own free will. Actually, most of us who are turned don't have a choice." He loses his playfulness, sneering. "Not that you hunters give a shit. But that's not what we're here for. Heechul turned me, and I hate him for it. Heechul killed your parents, and you hate him for that. I think we can help each other out-I've got the resources, you and Kibum have the means."
Taemin lets this sink in a for a moment or two, staring Jonghyun down as he tries to make sense of this. He feels as if his world's just been turned topsy-turvy. "You want to... work with us. Hunters," he finally says.
"I think that's the general point I'm trying to get across, yes," Jonghyun replies, raising a brow.
"Why us? What if we never came?"
Jonghyun shrugs. "You're the best. And I knew you'd come. It was only a matter of time. You want revenge."
Taemin shakes his head. "Why should I believe you? You say you hate Heechul and you want revenge, but in the end, you're still a vamp. You're still one of those-" His voice falters slightly, but he keeps going, disgust and anger smothering his grief. "You're still one of them and they slaughtered my family."
Before he can even blink, Jonghyun's got him pressed into the wall, eyes flashing red and teeth like razors not more than an inch from his face. "You hunters always think you know everything about us, don't you?" he snarls, his arm against Taemin's windpipe, crushing. "But you don't know the half of it. You think we're all soulless bastards who like sucking humans dry, and yeah, that's a big chunk of us. But there's some of us who actually retain what humanity we had." He growls and lets Taemin go, pacing like a caged animal.
Taemin drops to the floor, gasping for breath; he's still mostly unsure, but a tiny part of him is starting to think maybe he and Kibum had it all wrong. Or maybe he's just hoping they did. He'd like to believe there's still some good in this world they live in, where they find nothing but death everywhere they go. Jonghyun seems to deflate after a few more moments of angry movement, and sits down on the bed, sighing. They're both silent for what seems like ages, Taemin watching Jonghyun warily as he just sits there, staring at the floor, looking nothing like the cool, confident bastard he had earlier.
"I wanted to be a singer," Jonghyun says quietly, "I probably could have been someone. I know I could have. But he took that away from me."
Taemin can't think of anything to say to that. He sits next to Jonghyun and tries anyway, because damn it all to hell, after that he can't think Jonghyun's putting on a show. "Okay, you've made your point. I'll talk to Kibum and... maybe we can set something up." That feels awkward, and he's so out of his element here. Kibum could break this tension no problem, but Taemin's never been good with people he doesn't know. "I wanted to be a dancer."
Jonghyun scoffs, glancing over at him. "You still can," he says, sliding his thumb pointedly over the pulse point in Taemin's neck. "So technically, it's 'I want to be a dancer'." Taemin can't stop the way his heart pumps double time at the touch, like Jonghyun's got some kind of magnetism that pulls at his nerves. Jonghyun lingers, eyes more intense than they've been all evening. He's heard about vamps and their powers of compulsion, if you stare too long into their eyes, and he wonders vaguely if this is how it feels.
"Is this how you get all these people back here?" he manages to murmur.
Jonghyun raises a brow. "I'm not using it on you." He grins, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet the corner of his lips. "And we don't always have to use it, no. Some people... they like it, you know. It feels good." He leans in, his grin showing off fangs. "Wanna try it for yourself?"
"Okay, that's crossing a line," Taemin says, hating that Jonghyun's pegged his curiosity. But Jonghyun's question is like a bucket of cold water, reminding him if the situation. He bats the hand still at his neck away. "I need to find Kibum. You knew we were here, that means others will too."
Jonghyun rolls his eyes and cups the back of Taemin's neck, pulling him back in. "Dumbass, you can't leave here without a mark. They'll know." He runs the tips over Taemin's skin, not hard enough to break the skin, but there's enough pressure to send shudders through him. "I won't do it long, promise."
Taemin swallows hard, eyes shut tight. This goes against everything he is, everything he's been working towards in the past year, and God, what would Kibum say? But Jonghyun's right, and if this gets to be a continuous thing Taemin's probably going to go insane. "Fine," he says, arching his neck. "I bet you lied about it feeling good, it's proba-" He doesn't get to finish his sentence, because, of course, Jonghyun's was right and he's breaking skin and it's like Taemin's entire body is on fire. The initial pain was so minute compared to what he's feeling right now, pleasure skittering along his nerves until he's shaking. It's almost like Jonghyun's touch is something he'll never be able to live without for the rest of his life. A broken moan echoes in the room, and fuck, it's coming from him.
Taemin's still reeling when Jonghyun pulls back, his lips smeared red and his eyes dark. Taemin thinks, fuck it, and decides to take this all the way, yanking Jonghyun back to lick his way inside that mouth. Jonghyun tastes like blood-his blood, oh God-metallic and sinful and so good Taemin doesn't want this kiss to ever end.
"We should stop," Jonghyun says, lips still pressed against Taemin's, but this statement doesn't stop him from flicking his tongue against Taemin's upper lip. "You do need to go find Kibum and get out of here."
"Then stop doing things like that," Taemin says when Jonghyun bites at his lip instead. He pushes Jonghyun away and stands up, still a bit woozy, but at least he's not falling over.
Jonghyun grins, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head. "Told yo-"
"Finish that sentence and you die," Taemin says, making a silent promise to never torture Kibum again. Or at least for a day or so.
Jonghyun snorts, pushing himself up. "Wait here," he says, opening the door. "I'll be back with Kibum."
True to his word, he's back within a few minutes, Kibum frantic on his heels. "You!" he says, punching Taemin on the shoulder. "I swear to God if you ever do that to me again, I will shank you." His gaze drops to Taemin's neck. "Why is there a mark." He looks over at Jonghyun, then back at Taemin. His voice is calm, which is not a good sign. "Taemin, why isn't this piece of shit dead?"
Jonghyun's eyes flash. "Kibum, I'll explain it all later. He's not dead because I asked him to do it," he says in a rush, and Jonghyun blinks, but doesn't say anything, to his credit. "Can you get us out the back way?" he asks Jonghyun.
Jonghyun exchanges a glare with Kibum, and then nods. "Yeah. We need to be quick though, I think one of Heechul's goons saw me with Kibum, and I'm pretty sure he saw me with you earlier." He purses his lips together, failing to completely hide his smile. "Guess that bite wasn't really needed, after all."
Taemin scowls at him and pushes him out the door. "Just get us out of here." Both he and Kibum are no strangers to quick getaways, so following Jonghyun down the hallway while running into a couple of Heechul's cronies isn't hard in the slightest. It helps that Jonghyun is just as strong as said cronies, but he and Kibum get in their fair share of licks too.
Jonghyun grabs his arm before he steps out the door-Kibum's already outside, watching them both with an impatient air about him. "I'll find you guys, don't worry about me."
"Who said we were going to worry?" Taemin retorts, grinning.
"You will," Jonghyun says, pulling Taemin to him for another kiss, short, but just as heated as the other one. "Try not to die or anything, yeah?" There's the faint sound of commotion behind him. "Gotta go, time for damage control."
The door shuts, and Taemin can hear Jonghyun yelling about hunters and the back door, which is their cue to start running. "Have I ever mentioned how much I hate you?" Kibum yells.
"Trust me, this was worth it," Taemin replies, laughing. "This was the best idea you ever had, hyung!"
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Eyes Wide Shut
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: R
Wordcount: 3,018
Summary: Vampire!au. Jonghyun's got a deal to make with Taemin, and Taemin comes to the realization that the world's not so black and white after all.
"This is probably the worst idea you've ever had," Taemin says as he and Kibum make their way through winding alleyways, faintly lit by the few lights on in the apartments overhead. "I should have just let you come alone."
"Whatever," Kibum says, and though it's too dark to see, Taemin's sure he's rolling his eyes. "You'd cut off your own arm before you let me walk into a known vamp nest by myself."
Taemin admits begrudgingly (and only in his own head) that Kibum's hit the mark on that one. "Maybe," he says. "Maybe one day you'll annoy me so much with your constant fussing that I'll just give you to them myself."
Kibum laughs, says something Taemin doesn't quite hear because now that they're nearing their destination, he can feel the thud of bass in the soles of his feet and it makes him want to dance. Hunting is a full-time job now, and while he's determined to find the vampire clan that killed his parents and Kibum's, the dream he once had as an innocent, carefree seven-year-old still lingers.
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
"No," he replies, shooting a grin at Kibum's annoyed look. "But I'm guessing it was somewhere along the lines of 'we're getting close, Taemin, be careful', blah blah?"
Kibum smacks his shoulder. "Fuck you."
But they are getting closer, and he knows as well as Kibum does that they can't afford to be careless. Not tonight. They've been through countless dead-end sources and finally, finally, they found a lead. This might be the clan they're looking for. But the trouble is, they're not going at it in their usual style-no, Kibum's determined that they play it cool this time, and go in as normal people. Most vampire clans are fond of flashy, inviting ways to draw people in, and this clan is no different.
It isn't long before they come upon what looks like an old, abandoned warehouse, save for the line of people outside and the multi-colored lights flashing through the windows. House of the Dying Sun, their source told them, one of the biggest underground clubs in the city. It's most likely run by one of the worst vampire clans in the nation, and he and Kibum are going to go in under the act of clubgoers.
He holds back his snort, glancing over at Kibum, then down at his own attire. They certainly look the part, thanks to Kibum and his fashion sense that's not often put to use. The chance to do so was not overlooked in the slightest by Kibum, not at all. Kibum's got his normally dark hair streaked with color and teased until it looks like he's just woken up looking fabulous, and he's dressed in so much dark leather that a goth would be jealous. He didn't have to do much for Taemin-he's been letting his hair grow out, not interested in keeping it looking too neat. So Kibum just dyed it to a honey color and trimmed his fringe, giving him a sultry kind of look that had him gaping at the mirror image of himself. He could do without the dark outfit (especially the weird sleeveless jacket) he's in right now, but arguing with Kibum on his once chance to make them both look chic is out of the question, and really, it's kind of nice seeing Kibum in his element again. He's never been quite the same since last year.
Forcing himself away from those memories, Taemin focuses on what Kibum's leaning in to murmur. "You know what to do, right?"
Taemin sighs, nodding. "We've only gone over it a million times, Kibum-hyung." He pauses, for dramatic effect, then adds, "Oh wait, now it's a million and-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll give you to the vamps," Kibum growls, tugging him towards the bouncers. With enough hard cash as bribery, they're let in with no more than a couple of stone-faced looks. Taemin's pretty sure he sees a flash of red in one of the bouncer's eyes, however, and files that piece of information away for later. Just in case. "God, I love us," Kibum says, grinning. "If we were rugged and gross like other hunters, we'd have been pegged right on the spot."
Taemin is unable to hold back his snort this time. "Just go on, hyung. We should only be here for an hour, tops." The hair on the back of his neck prickles, and he suppresses a shudder. "We're already being watched."
"Yeah," Kibum says, smile still curving his lips, but his tone is grim. He leans in, instantly flirtatious, his fingers trailing across the skin of Taemin's hip. "I know you don't want to hear it, but be careful, you brat."
Taemin gives Kibum a little smile, sliding into character easily. "When am I ever not?" he replies, glancing around for the source of his uneasiness. "You too, by the way," he adds casually, on afterthought, as he disappears into the crowd. His smile widens at the loud, indignant sound Kibum makes. After that, anything Kibum's saying is drowned out by the music, the bass jarring Taemin down to his bones, making his muscles twitch with the need to move.
He's not even halfway through the throng of dancing people when there's an arm curling around his waist, lips brushing his ear. "Dance with me." It's not a question. He comes face-to-face with a grin that's borderline obscene and dark eyes hidden beneath blonde-tipped fringe. A looker, for sure, and Taemin finds it no problem at all to play his part.
"Pushy," Taemin replies, leaning slightly into the stranger's arm. "What if I say no?"
The stranger's grin widens before he leans in again. "I tell Heechul there's a pair of hunters in his club." Taemin stiffens. "Oh, and you obviously didn't do your research well enough, hunter, or you'd both have avoided this place without backup-I'd say about eighty percent of the people around you right now are vamps."
"What do you really want?" Taemin snaps, testing the grip of the arm still around his waist. It's impossibly strong.
"A chat."
Taemin glares at the vamp, suspicious. "Why?"
"You'll see," the vamp says, tilting his head. "Come with me, we'll go in the back. No one will bother us there." That lewd grin is back, and Taemin can only imagine what 'the back' is for, normally. He doesn't put up a fight though, and when Kibum catches his eye as they pass, looking worried, Taemin assures him with a grin and a wink. Even if this does go sour, he can handle his own.
They pass dozens of rooms once they leave the crowded main of the warehouse, all newly built. This was clearly a special add-on for the more deviant purposes of the clan, if the various sounds coming from the occupants are anything to go by. A particularly loud scream has Taemin clenching his fists at his sides.
"Calm down, they're all willing participants." The vamp says, rolling his eyes. He adds, with a smirk, "Well, most of them, anyway. They don't mind so much when things actually get started, though."
"Fuck you. Can we just get this over with, already?"
The vamp laughs, opening a door and gesturing inside. "Go on, then." He follows Taemin inside and shuts the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest, looking so smug and at ease that Taemin wants to shove his fist into that pretty face. "I'm Jonghyun, by the way. Since we're chatting, I figure we should exchange names."
"How about no," Taemin replies flatly, not in the mood for banter. "What would a vamp like you need from me?"
Taemin's almost prepared for how fast Jonghyun goes from the door to right in his face. It still gives him a shock, to have those eyes so close. Even though Jonghyun is shorter than him, he still has presence. "A name." Jonghyun's tone is flippant, like Taemin's just a mouse that's been caught by a cat. It's infuriating. He trails a finger down Taemin's cheek, the touch barely there. "Oh, did you want me to say please?"
He just wants to get this over with. "Taemin. Now out with whatever it is you want to talk about. I'm through with this bullshit, vamp."
If Jonghyun's irritated by his refusal to use his given name, he hides it well. He backs off, hands in his pockets. "You want to take Heechul down, yeah?" Taemin raises a brow, unimpressed. "Because he's the vamp that got your parents?" Jonghyun adds, smirking triumphantly when Taemin can't hide his start of surprise. "You didn't actually have to give me your name. I already know about you and Kibum."
Taemin's anger surges over the shock, red and hot in his veins. "You fucking bastard, I'm goi-"
"Uh-uh," Jonghyun interrupts, waggling a finger. "I can help you." Taemin blinks. Jonghyun continues in his stunned silence. "You see, I wasn't turned by my own free will. Actually, most of us who are turned don't have a choice." He loses his playfulness, sneering. "Not that you hunters give a shit. But that's not what we're here for. Heechul turned me, and I hate him for it. Heechul killed your parents, and you hate him for that. I think we can help each other out-I've got the resources, you and Kibum have the means."
Taemin lets this sink in a for a moment or two, staring Jonghyun down as he tries to make sense of this. He feels as if his world's just been turned topsy-turvy. "You want to... work with us. Hunters," he finally says.
"I think that's the general point I'm trying to get across, yes," Jonghyun replies, raising a brow.
"Why us? What if we never came?"
Jonghyun shrugs. "You're the best. And I knew you'd come. It was only a matter of time. You want revenge."
Taemin shakes his head. "Why should I believe you? You say you hate Heechul and you want revenge, but in the end, you're still a vamp. You're still one of those-" His voice falters slightly, but he keeps going, disgust and anger smothering his grief. "You're still one of them and they slaughtered my family."
Before he can even blink, Jonghyun's got him pressed into the wall, eyes flashing red and teeth like razors not more than an inch from his face. "You hunters always think you know everything about us, don't you?" he snarls, his arm against Taemin's windpipe, crushing. "But you don't know the half of it. You think we're all soulless bastards who like sucking humans dry, and yeah, that's a big chunk of us. But there's some of us who actually retain what humanity we had." He growls and lets Taemin go, pacing like a caged animal.
Taemin drops to the floor, gasping for breath; he's still mostly unsure, but a tiny part of him is starting to think maybe he and Kibum had it all wrong. Or maybe he's just hoping they did. He'd like to believe there's still some good in this world they live in, where they find nothing but death everywhere they go. Jonghyun seems to deflate after a few more moments of angry movement, and sits down on the bed, sighing. They're both silent for what seems like ages, Taemin watching Jonghyun warily as he just sits there, staring at the floor, looking nothing like the cool, confident bastard he had earlier.
"I wanted to be a singer," Jonghyun says quietly, "I probably could have been someone. I know I could have. But he took that away from me."
Taemin can't think of anything to say to that. He sits next to Jonghyun and tries anyway, because damn it all to hell, after that he can't think Jonghyun's putting on a show. "Okay, you've made your point. I'll talk to Kibum and... maybe we can set something up." That feels awkward, and he's so out of his element here. Kibum could break this tension no problem, but Taemin's never been good with people he doesn't know. "I wanted to be a dancer."
Jonghyun scoffs, glancing over at him. "You still can," he says, sliding his thumb pointedly over the pulse point in Taemin's neck. "So technically, it's 'I want to be a dancer'." Taemin can't stop the way his heart pumps double time at the touch, like Jonghyun's got some kind of magnetism that pulls at his nerves. Jonghyun lingers, eyes more intense than they've been all evening. He's heard about vamps and their powers of compulsion, if you stare too long into their eyes, and he wonders vaguely if this is how it feels.
"Is this how you get all these people back here?" he manages to murmur.
Jonghyun raises a brow. "I'm not using it on you." He grins, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet the corner of his lips. "And we don't always have to use it, no. Some people... they like it, you know. It feels good." He leans in, his grin showing off fangs. "Wanna try it for yourself?"
"Okay, that's crossing a line," Taemin says, hating that Jonghyun's pegged his curiosity. But Jonghyun's question is like a bucket of cold water, reminding him if the situation. He bats the hand still at his neck away. "I need to find Kibum. You knew we were here, that means others will too."
Jonghyun rolls his eyes and cups the back of Taemin's neck, pulling him back in. "Dumbass, you can't leave here without a mark. They'll know." He runs the tips over Taemin's skin, not hard enough to break the skin, but there's enough pressure to send shudders through him. "I won't do it long, promise."
Taemin swallows hard, eyes shut tight. This goes against everything he is, everything he's been working towards in the past year, and God, what would Kibum say? But Jonghyun's right, and if this gets to be a continuous thing Taemin's probably going to go insane. "Fine," he says, arching his neck. "I bet you lied about it feeling good, it's proba-" He doesn't get to finish his sentence, because, of course, Jonghyun's was right and he's breaking skin and it's like Taemin's entire body is on fire. The initial pain was so minute compared to what he's feeling right now, pleasure skittering along his nerves until he's shaking. It's almost like Jonghyun's touch is something he'll never be able to live without for the rest of his life. A broken moan echoes in the room, and fuck, it's coming from him.
Taemin's still reeling when Jonghyun pulls back, his lips smeared red and his eyes dark. Taemin thinks, fuck it, and decides to take this all the way, yanking Jonghyun back to lick his way inside that mouth. Jonghyun tastes like blood-his blood, oh God-metallic and sinful and so good Taemin doesn't want this kiss to ever end.
"We should stop," Jonghyun says, lips still pressed against Taemin's, but this statement doesn't stop him from flicking his tongue against Taemin's upper lip. "You do need to go find Kibum and get out of here."
"Then stop doing things like that," Taemin says when Jonghyun bites at his lip instead. He pushes Jonghyun away and stands up, still a bit woozy, but at least he's not falling over.
Jonghyun grins, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head. "Told yo-"
"Finish that sentence and you die," Taemin says, making a silent promise to never torture Kibum again. Or at least for a day or so.
Jonghyun snorts, pushing himself up. "Wait here," he says, opening the door. "I'll be back with Kibum."
True to his word, he's back within a few minutes, Kibum frantic on his heels. "You!" he says, punching Taemin on the shoulder. "I swear to God if you ever do that to me again, I will shank you." His gaze drops to Taemin's neck. "Why is there a mark." He looks over at Jonghyun, then back at Taemin. His voice is calm, which is not a good sign. "Taemin, why isn't this piece of shit dead?"
Jonghyun's eyes flash. "Kibum, I'll explain it all later. He's not dead because I asked him to do it," he says in a rush, and Jonghyun blinks, but doesn't say anything, to his credit. "Can you get us out the back way?" he asks Jonghyun.
Jonghyun exchanges a glare with Kibum, and then nods. "Yeah. We need to be quick though, I think one of Heechul's goons saw me with Kibum, and I'm pretty sure he saw me with you earlier." He purses his lips together, failing to completely hide his smile. "Guess that bite wasn't really needed, after all."
Taemin scowls at him and pushes him out the door. "Just get us out of here." Both he and Kibum are no strangers to quick getaways, so following Jonghyun down the hallway while running into a couple of Heechul's cronies isn't hard in the slightest. It helps that Jonghyun is just as strong as said cronies, but he and Kibum get in their fair share of licks too.
Jonghyun grabs his arm before he steps out the door-Kibum's already outside, watching them both with an impatient air about him. "I'll find you guys, don't worry about me."
"Who said we were going to worry?" Taemin retorts, grinning.
"You will," Jonghyun says, pulling Taemin to him for another kiss, short, but just as heated as the other one. "Try not to die or anything, yeah?" There's the faint sound of commotion behind him. "Gotta go, time for damage control."
The door shuts, and Taemin can hear Jonghyun yelling about hunters and the back door, which is their cue to start running. "Have I ever mentioned how much I hate you?" Kibum yells.
"Trust me, this was worth it," Taemin replies, laughing. "This was the best idea you ever had, hyung!"