Thirst 1/2
Title: Thirst
Pairing: Yunho x Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine and unfortunately, they will never be.
Genre: AU, angst, drama, fantasy, romance
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
Summary: Jaejoong is a student who has to work hard to be able to pay for everything. Even when he gets diagnosed with the Pfeiffer's disease, he continues the rigorous schedule of his daily life. One day, he meets the vampire Yunho. And Yunho refuses to let his soulmate work himself to death.
The constant tiredness Jaejoong felt was such a pain. He couldn’t afford this fatigue clouding his senses when absolute alertness was expected from him. It probably was an after effect from the fever he had come down with a few days ago - but the fever had already been something Jaejoong absolutely couldn’t have afforded, let alone this fatigue.
His study was something Jaejoong put very much effort in. He went to all his classes, made notes and did his homework. After the classes, he immediately went to his part time job at a restaurant where he worked until eleven o’clock. When he came home, he was drained and exhausted but he always managed to finish his remaining homework or study for an upcoming test. He’d sleep five hours, only to wake up the next morning at six thirty, have breakfast and deliver newspapers.
It was absolutely necessary for him to work that much. He never had enough money - the rent of his apartment was quite high but it was close to his university and to the different jobs he had had. He also had to pay for the electricity, food, study books and above all, his study costs were a pain. It was almost impossible to pay for them with the little financial support he had.
His parents had died when Jaejoong had only been a little kid, so young that he can’t even remember a single thing of them anymore. He didn’t miss his parents... there was nothing to miss because he remembered nothing and when he’d miss them, it was more that he missed the idea of having parents. Jaejoong would find himself wishing he would be the child in the movie with the parents that seemed to understand everything.
However, his parents had died in a car accident and Jaejoong was placed into the care of his aunt and uncle. They had been just as displeased as he had been and this had resulted in the awful childhood he now remembered. His cousin, Yoochun, always got the best things - a Playstation, a Nintendo, an Apple laptop, an iPod, while Jaejoong had to sleep in the smallest room available at their house and wear the old clothes of his cousin who was two years older.
Jaejoong had left the house of his uncle and aunt as soon as he could. He didn’t mind working as hard as he working now because it meant that he was independent from the people who had turned his childhood into a living hell. He didn’t mind working because it was for his study, the study that would turn him into a lawyer, the study that would help him fulfill his childhood dream and his passion.
But... this constant fatigue was bugging him. Jaejoong struggled to keep his concentration at school and to not fall asleep and at work, it became even harder to concentrate as a heavy headache would hit him.
“Is it... is it okay if I go home earlier today?” he asked, eyeing his boss with a hesitant look on his face. He had been absent way too often after he had been hit with the fever and he was scared that he’d lose his job. However, Jaejoong’s head was pounding and he felt ill and tired, a wave of nausea spreading through his body. He wanted to stay, to work, because he couldn’t afford losing the job and neither could he actually afford to go home earlier because it’d be deducted from his wages. However, he felt like collapsing if he’d continue.
The response he got wasn’t very pleasant. “It’s too busy right now, Jaejoong-sshi, I’ve let you go so many times the past weeks! We’re already short on hands right now, I can’t let you off, so don’t even think of leaving earlier!”
Jaejoong had no choice but to stay - and that infuriated him even more. He was too tired, felt too sick to do anything properly, and it wasn’t going very well either. The energy that he normally had in his arm was gone and he was scared that he’d screw up. However, Jaejoong pushed himself, served dish after dish to the customers, brought them drink after drink, and even he himself was surprised by how well everything went despite the feeling that he had just been run over by ten trains.
He couldn’t hide his relief when customer after customer finally left the restaurant. “I’m going home now,” he said when the clock finally hit eleven and the amount of customers left in the restaurant had become more than doable for the remaining workers. Jaejoong grabbed his jacket, putting it on as he walked outside, the night with its bright street lights dizzying him, wanting nothing more but to get home as soon as he could.
He hesitated for one second - should he perhaps get a cab? He felt like he could collapse at any moment, his legs numb and his head heavy. However, he couldn’t afford one. With the money he had managed to earn this month, he barely had enough to pay the electricity bills. With a deep sigh, Jaejoong buried his nose in his scarf, trying to hide his face from the cold as much as possible, as he hurried himself home.
~
Yunho was hungry. His eyes were wandering off from face to face of the humans passing by, waiting for the right target to appear, waiting for a pleasant smell to hit his nose. It never took him long to find the right person - or rather, for the right person to find him. His looks were outstanding enough to have girls coming to him, especially if he pretended to be lost. Decades and decades of practice learned him that the rules of society would change but that, in the end, good looks were good looks and they were mightily convenient when you were trying to drink someone’s blood.
It wasn’t long until a scent hit his nose - Yunho was surprised by the richness of the scent and it made his mouth water, his fangs already growing longer at the thought of tasting it. He looked around, slightly curious as to which human carried around this wonderful scent, until his eyes rested on a young man sitting on the park bench, his head buried between his knees. Yunho instinctively knew it’s the man with the delicious scent and he approaches him, placing himself next to the man.
“It might be none of my business,” he slowly begins, making sure that his worried voice was coated with enough of the hypnosis seduction that confused humans. In his head, he was already starting to plan how he’d drink from this man without anyone noticing something out of the ordinary. It shouldn’t be very hard, Yunho had centuries of experience. “But are you okay? Do you need any help?”
The man, his head still facing the ground, shook his head as far as he could. “Just a sec,” he managed to utter.
Yunho shove closer, giving the man small pats on the back. The man seemed to be too occupied in his own world to think of the gesture as strange and uncomfortable for someone he barely knew. “Just breathe in, breathe out,” Yunho instructed and as he did, he carefully let his own scent escape, intoxicating his victim. He thought of it as helping the man because the tension disappeared slowly from the shoulders and the man breathing started to become more rhythmic.
Vampires had the ability to intoxicate humans with a special scent their body was able to produce. When they let the scent escape, the human became dazed and the vampire was free to feed himself. Generally, it was quite a nice gift but it had to be used carefully. Just one slip of the mind could cause the intoxication and the seduction of dozens of people who just happened to be around. However, the mind of a vampire could do a lot of things at the same time and it was unlikely for such a thing to happen.
Yunho slowly leaned in, his breath brushing the bare skin of the man. The smell of his blood was nice, sweet, luring him in, and when his lips softly brushed the flesh of the man, feeling the pumping of the vein on his upper lip, Yunho bared his fangs. When he sank them into the soft flesh and the first drop of blood fell on his tongue, he instantly regretted choosing this man.
Not because there was the faint taste of illness in the blood but because the taste upset Yunho and distracted him.
There had always been a legend. Vampires, stolen from their mortal life, had only one chance in their immortal life to make eternity worth living. Their other half would show up on earth and the vampire had only one chance to encounter their other half. Only when they’d sink their teeth into the person, drinking his or her blood, would the vampire know if the human happened to be his or her soulmate or not.
However, when they had sunk their teeth into their soulmate, it already was too late. The blood would be too delicious, too sweet, a taste that vampires had never tasted before would be experienced and most of the time, the vampire would lose its self control. They would continue drinking, savoring the delicious taste, addicted to it, wanting to drink it until eternity... They’d drain the body from all its blood.
The vampire would kill his own soulmate.
When the sweet taste hit Yunho’s taste buds, he knew it was too late. He had never wanted to meet his soulmate. He had never wanted to steal someone’s life just like his life had been stolen from him. And yet, there was a crimson red haze in front of his eyes and he couldn’t resist, couldn’t resist the temptation to taste more of this forbidden sweetness.
Yunho moaned, closing his eyes, trying to ignore the burning thirst in the back of his throat, trying to regain his self control.
However, he was losing the battle. He could have never imagined a taste so overpowering and delicious, a taste that left him craving for more and more. He simply wasn’t strong enough to resist.
~
How late was it? Where was he? Jaejoong stared at his dark surroundings, noticing that he recognized nothing. A wave of panic flooded his body and he looked at his watch - another heart attack, it already was three pm! How long had he slept? Where was he? Shit, he had missed his class, he hadn't showed up for his job in the morning and if he didn't hurry himself, he was going to be too late for his job at the restaurant too.
Jaejoong threw the blankets from his body, jumping out of the bed, but as soon as he did, he already knew he should have taken it easier. His knees buckled under the sudden weight and he collapsed on the floor, his vision swimming in dark spots. There was already a light pressure present in the back of his mind and Jaejoong moaned when he really felt how wrecked his body actually was.
He was gasping as he lay on the floor, trying to recover from the shock, before he made another attempt to stand up. His trembling hands reached out for the heating for support and he put strength in his legs once again. They were trembling under his weight and Jaejoong knew he couldn't work in this state. He was already sweating, trembling and panting from just the one meter he had tried to walk from the bed. What had happened to him? What was wrong with him? Where was he?
Jaejoong tried to remember what had happened last night. He squinted his eyes as if that would help him thinking better and he tried to remember everything that had occurred after he had left the restaurant.
He clearly remembered the nausea, the need to throw up. He remembered sitting down on a bench, putting his head between his knees, trying to regain his self composure, trying to make the nausea stop. He remembered... someone taking place next to him, asking if he was alright, Jaejoong remembered, tried to remember, but his memories became an empty nothingness, no matter how hard he tried to wrap his mind around it.
Without a warning, the door opened and the shock alone was enough to cause Jaejoong's legs give out on him. Startled, he tried to see who had come in but he isn’t able to recognize the man. "Who-who are you? What happened? How did I get here?" Jaejoong stammers, suddenly afraid that something bad could have happened yesterday. Maybe he was kidnapped or maybe he had accepted a drink yesterday with a rape drug in it - that would explain the lack of memory.
However, the man had a very friendly appearance and in his hands, there was a tray with food. "I'm sorry, did I startle you?" the man chuckles softly, "I shouldn't have come in without knocking on the door... but I heard sounds from your room and I figured you were awake." He put down the tray on the floor and maneuvered himself to Jaejoong, a strong hand grabbing his arm to help him back into the bed.
"Who are you? What happened?" Jaejoong obediently follows the lead of the man because he honestly knows that he'd never be able to get away from the house, let alone go to work. However, the man doesn't answer his questions and instead goes back to the door to retrieve the food. He places it gently on Jaejoong's lap and opens the curtains to let some light into the room.
Only now does Jaejoong fully become aware of his surroundings and he's relieved to see that the room looks very normal. It assures him enough to take a small bite from his food and, when he realizes how delicious it is, he throws all caution to the wind and starts filling his empty stomach at the speed of lightning.
The man sits himself on a chair next to the bed and he finally starts answering the questions, "I'm Jung Yunho. I saw you yesterday and you didn't look very well so I offered my help. However, you collapsed and I couldn't leave you like that so I took you to my house."
Jaejoong looked curiously at Yunho's face, trying to decode the emotions on it but he could see nothing but sincerity. It would be foolish to ask if that was all that had happened, it would be like accusing the man of having done more than he truly had. "I see..." he slowly starts, "Thank you so much then. I can't imagine what could have happened if you hadn't been there - you're even accommodating me and giving me food. Thank you so much. By the way, I'm Kim Jaejoong."
The man smiled. "Nice to meet you, Kim Jaejoong-sshi."
~
Jaejoong had left Yunho's house that night. He was still tired but he figured that feeling would never leave him anymore either way and he went to his house. The house of the man was in the neighborhood and required twenty minutes walking.
He amazed himself by walking through the door and falling onto his bed immediately, already tired from the small walk. He should go see a doctor, he figured. Even though it'd cost him money he couldn't afford, his health definitely was more important.
~
The lecture went past his ears. Jaejoong truly tried his hardest, concentrating on the sounds that seeped into his mind but they became a blur, one big mess of syllables. He sighed, massaging his temples as he did another attempt at listening.
"Work in pairs. When you've decided on who your partner is, come to me and I'll appoint the subject of your presentation."
Jaejoong sighed. He should wait until everyone was chosen before he'd know his partner - nobody wanted to do things that required teamwork with him. People preferred becoming a team with their friends and, truthfully speaking, Jaejoong didn't have any.
His life was so focused on education, work and survival that he didn't have time to hang out with the friends he had made at the beginning of his study. His friends had slowly become a group through hanging out with each other after school - a group Jaejoong had no chance of fitting into because he just didn't have the time to do fun things.
Another reason why people disliked working with him was because of his study hours. While preparing a presentation, people often worked together, discussing matters and looking up information together. However, the hours a normal student would work on a presentation would be after school - and Jaejoong was too busy with working when school was finished. The lack of communication drove a lot of people crazy when they were forced into a group with Jaejoong just like the prospect that it'd be finished only the night before the presentation.
Jaejoong waited patiently, preparing himself to start looking for the person who had been left out, until- "Jaejoong-sshi, want to become a team with me?" A bit surprised, Jaejoong looked up to see who had actually asked him. Shim Changmin, of all people!
Changmin was perfect. He was incredibly handsome and there would always be girls swooning when he'd walk by. He was also unbelievably smart, needing to see things only up to three times before he had memorized them completely. Above all, he was also a social butterfly and wherever he went, he was able to make friends. He probably didn't have to worry about the bills either, Jaejoong almost bitterly thought.
"O-okay," Jaejoong answered, taken aback by the fact that Shim Changmin actually asked him to be a team even though the man had so many admirers in the class who would love to work together with him.
"Great," Changmin smiled before going to the teacher to obtain the subject their presentation would be about. When he came back, he said, "We're going to do it about European law and our presentation will be in two weeks. We should exchange phone numbers so we can reach each other. How about we're both going to look up some information today and we'll start putting it together tomorrow? We should meet each other after school too so we can discuss certain things... How about doing that in the weekend?"
Jaejoong forced a smile on his face. Great, he'd have to skip work too this weekend. However, he didn't dare to reject Changmin's ideas. "Sounds great," he says instead.
~
"Hey you!" Jaejoong continued walking, ignoring the voice that most probably wasn't looking for him anyway. "Hey! Jaejoong-sshi!" Startled, Jaejoon turned around to find the source of the voice. "Ya, why are you walking so fast?" the guy who had caught up with him laughed, slightly panting.
"Oh," Jaejoong stared blankly for another second before he too was laughing. "Nice to see you again, Yunho. What a coincidence! How are you?"
"Yeah, I always take this way home when I get back from work," Yunho laughed, ignoring the filler question, "How about we get some food? It’ll be on me." And the happy look in his eyes was too genuine for Jaejoong to reject the offer, even though he knew he'd promised Changmin to look up information for their presentation and even though he felt too tired after the whole day.
"Fine," he instead says, "Just a quick grab will do."
~
"I've never had to do this before and I hope you won't get startled," Yunho began. They had just eaten and they were on their way back home. It had been a pleasant surprise for Jaejoong when he had noticed how well they matched together, almost like two puzzle pieces clicking together. It had been fun and almost felt like hanging out with a friend he hadn't spoken in years. "But this experience gave me the confirmation I actually needed. Jaejoong... I'm..." Yunho looked around, as if he was making sure that nobody could hear him, "I'm a vampire. And you're my soulmate."
What?!
A nervewrecking silence was what followed. Jaejoong's brain was working, trying to understand what he had just heard until- "I'm sorry, what did you say? I think I've misheard," he laughed nervously.
"No, you didn't," Yunho said firmly. "I'm a vampire and you're the one I'm destined to be with."
Jaejoong just stared blanky at him, the words not being able to sink into his brain that had become like a water resistant sponge. "Wh-what? Is this a joke?" he asked, looking for any traces of humour on the face of the man. Instead, his breath hitched when he realized that the eyes of the man weren't brown like Jaejoong originally had assumed. They were maroon with an underlying tone of gold; they weren't the eyes of a human.
He stared at the man, nailed to the ground, his heart beating so fast that Jaejoong was sure it’d jump out of his chest and run for its own life because apparently, his body didn’t seem to be able to do that. He wanted to scream, get away from me, I never asked for this to happen, I’m satisfied with my ordinary life, what is this nonsense, but he only stared at Yunho, stared until he found his voice, a voice that didn’t even sound like his own anymore, “What’s going to happen now?”
Questions were racing through his head - am I going to die? Will you make me a vampire too? Are you going to drink my blood? How is this even possible?
“I don’t know,” Yunho simply answered, putting a step forward but Jaejoong immediately inched backwards at the small movement. The man sighed, ruffling his hair, before he said, “I just had to get it off my chest. I know I’m selfish for doing so but it’s... it’s suffocating. I’ve been living on my own for centuries and you appear into my life and you’re the promise to end my loneliness and... I won’t hurt you. I will never turn you into a vampire if you don’t want to... but for now, for now, I just want to be selfish. The opportunity for this short time of happiness, I want to grab it with both hands.
Don’t be afraid... I’d rather kill myself with my own hands than lay even one finger on you against your will.”
Jaejoong hesitated, wavering because of the words. Yunho seemed to mean them but what did that actually mean? For all he knew, the man was an actor. Maybe he was in a TV program where they pranked people. “I’m... I’m sorry. I don’t want this. I want to live a normal life. I want to study, I want to get a job, I want to marry, I want to have children and I want to die peacefully. I don’t want any of this supernatural stuff.”
Yunho suddenly seemed very occupied with the ground and the man felt a pang of guilt at this sight. However, the man who claimed to be a vampire opened his mouth once again, “I understand. I would have acted exactly the same way if I’d have been given the choice. I completely understand. I’m sorry, just think of this as a dream, I was too selfish. I won’t bother you anymore.”
Before Jaejoong could utter another word, the man had already turned his back to him and started walking, blending and disappearing into the mass.
He felt a huge weight falling from his shoulders - sighing, Jaejoong turned his back to the man and walked back home.
~
Days passed and there had been no more sign of Yunho. Jaejoong felt relieved though the sad look on the face of the man had been hunting him, the disappointed look in his eyes always somewhere in the back of his head. Other than that, his life had become normal again. He had gone to the doctor two days ago and they had taken some blood samples, promising him that they’d tell him the results as soon as possible and that he should take some proper rest in the meantime.
Putting together a presentation with Changmin had been both tiresome but also relieving. They seemed to understand each other completely when it came down to useful information and other aspects of the presentation. Changmin didn’t seem to be bothered either by the fact that Jaejoong only managed to work on it every night. He hadn’t expected the most popular student in their class to be so easy going.
Jaejoong had gotten used to waking up and feeling like an utter mess. Some days were better than others but most of the time, he’d wake up wanting nothing but to fall asleep almost immediately again. The tiredness would bug him for the rest of the day, sometimes accompanied by nausea, most of the times accompanied by a splitting headache and a sore throat. He knew this feeling wasn’t healthy anymore and he was holding his heart tightly for the results of his blood test. Actually, he was too scared for the results and he wanted to continue living in this bliss of ignorance.
What if it was something incurable? What if it was something curable but utterly expensive?
Jaejoong already knew he could not and absolutely would not ask money from his aunt and uncle. He had no friends. He had nobody who could help him out.
Would he truly die like this?
He sighed. The utter irony of the situation was that he had met immortality just a few days ago, that he had told immortality that he’d rather live a normal life and die like a normal human. Was this a punishment from the gods?
Those worries only increased when he got a phone call from the doctor, asking him to come over.
“Hello, how have you been?” the doctor asks and Jaejoong almost feels like hitting him and telling him to cut the procedure crap and tell him what’ the hell is going on inside his body.
“I’m fine,” he answers instead, “Still the same problems as the last time I visited, though.”
“I see. That was to be expected. We’ve received the results of your blood test and you don’t have to worry - it’s infectious mononucleosis, better known as Pfeiffer’s disease or the kissing disease. It’s transferred through saliva and the symptoms are the same as the complaints you’ve had. A sore throat, fever, nausea, vomiting, headache. It’s all there.”
Jaejoong wants to scream - how is it even possible that I’ve gotten a kissing disease when I’ve never even kissed before?! - but he composes himself and asks, “Are there medications for this? How long will it take for me to recover?”
“Depends. It’s quite innocent and if you rest a lot, it should disappear after a while. The only thing you can do is rest and you should take painkillers against the pain. Most of the patients are healed after two to three weeks though that depends on the person. All you can do is rest,” the doctor answers. Jaejoong feels like fainting - he can’t afford to slack off for three weeks!
Instead, he just says, “Thank you, doctor Kim,” and leaves the building with a headache worse than he had ever experienced. He feels like smashing his head against a wall so he at least doesn’t have to think anymore about his financial problems but instead, he just heads off to work, refusing to give in to his disease. He can’t rest if there’s no money and he doesn’t have any money if he doesn’t work.
~
The sound of glass shattering on the floor makes Jaejoong cringe. It takes him a moment to look at the source of the sound but then he notices that the shattered pieces are lying in front of him and he suddenly realizes that he had been the one who had dropped the glasses. He gasps, immediately squatting to pick up the broken pieces but he pulls away when he feels another sharp pain in his fingers. Before he realizes it, the shattered glass has made several cuts into his fingers and his blood is flowing out of it, dripping onto the floor to mingle with the soda.
“Jaejoong!” the voice of another part timer sounds and Jaejoong vaguely remembers him as the one being called Junsu, “You’re bleeding, I’ll clean this.”
Upset, he moves aside to make space for the younger man who delicately picks up the broken pieces. He apologizes, to Junsu and his boss who’s slightly raging for all the extra commotion but who tells him to hold his hand under the faucet anyway and put some plasters on the wounds.
Jaejoong moves to the bathroom to wash his hands but instead, he finds himself clutching the sink, breathing heavily to keep himself from fainting. His uninjured hand is clutching the sink so tightly that his knuckles turn white and he bites his lip, bites it with all the energy he can muster because he simply doesn’t want to faint right here. The doctor had said absolutely nothing about fainting, so why...?
The bathroom door opened but Jaejoong can’t be bothered by it, still breathing heavily, still struggling against the darkness that surrounds him, still fighting against the dark spots that fill his vision. “You fool,” it’s a familiar voice that he hears but he can’t place it, not even when Jaejoong feels a strong arm around his waist, supporting him. “You should rest but you go to work anyway. Are you stupid or what?”
His bloodied arm is draped casually around a shoulder and Jaejoong feels the man supporting him, walking and leading him to somewhere he doesn’t know. “I’m a friend of Jaejoong,” the man says, “He just called me and I’m sorry to take him away while you’re so busy but as you probably can see, he’s not in a state to be of any help either.”
Jaejoong loses his fight with the darkness soon after.
~
When Jaejoong wakes up, he already expects the unknown environment. He already knows where he is before he opens his eyes, only one person on his mind that would be able to barge into his life like that. When he opens his eyes, his suspicion is confirmed. “Why am I here?” he asks, eyeing the dark figure next to him. “I thought you’d leave me alone.”
Somehow, Jaejoong is happy that he can’t see the look of hurt appear on Yunho’s face though the hurt is layered into his voice when he opens his mouth to talk, “How can I leave you alone when you can’t even take care of yourself? The explanations of the doctor were clear - rest, don’t overwork yourself, and what do you do? You work your ass off and you sleep only five hours a day, do you want to die so badly?”
Jaejoong is perplexed. How did this man know so much about his life? He gaped at him, his mouth opening and closing without uttering a single sound, his mind looking for words. “I... You... That’s none of your business! How do you know this? Have you been... have you been following me?”
“I wanted to disappear from your life. I never said something about you disappearing from mine. How could I possibly do that when you’re working yourself to your own death? You’re an adult; aren’t humans supposed to think and take care of their own bodies? When will you finally realize that what you’re doing is stupid? When it’s too late? Even now, you don’t realize it - your body has already reached its limit and you still haven’t realized it,” the hard voice of the man was giving him a headache. Jaejoong closed his eyes, grunting. The idea of Yunho following him was kind of creeping him out but he got even more fired up because of the other words the man had spoken.
He raised his head from the pillow, moving into a sitting position, until he was on the same eye level as the sitting man. Jaejoong ignored the spots that started to dance before his vision, gritted his teeth, as he started to say, “Why are you scolding me for something you should have never known in the first place. This is the pathetic life I’m leading. Do you really think I can just stop working for three weeks? Do you think I can afford doing that? If I stop, I won’t have any money. When I don’t have any money, I can’t pay the rent, I can’t pay the bills, I can’t pay for my study, I can’t even pay for my own food. Work won’t be my death, no, the moment I stop working will become my death. So who are you to barge into my life just like that and interfere with everyth-”
Jaejoong gasped when he felt Yunho’s hands on his shoulders, squeezing them too painfully, he gasped when he saw the frustrated look in Yunho’s eyes and he couldn’t think anymore when he felt angry lips crushing on his, forcing a painful kiss from his lips.
He struggled, tried to break free from the painful grasp but his efforts were fruitless. When Yunho finally broke the kiss off, they were both panting from it and Jaejoong could feel his own eyes burning with anger. “What the hell are you even thinking?” he started to yell, wanting to push the man aside and get away from this cursed place. The man didn’t budge when his hands made contact with his chest and that made him feel even more frustrated.
“Live with me,” Yunho whispered, “Live with me. I’ll pay for your apartment in the meantime. You can return any moment you want - but live with me, let me take care of you until you’re better. Don’t worry about money, don’t worry about anything. Just get better. I promise I won’t cling onto you, I promise I’ll let you go when you’re better.”
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A/N: This will probably have only one other part :'D I just felt like writing a vampire fic, lol.
Also, I made a tumblr a couple of weeks ago. Feel free to follow me here. :'D
Pairing: Yunho x Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine and unfortunately, they will never be.
Genre: AU, angst, drama, fantasy, romance
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
Summary: Jaejoong is a student who has to work hard to be able to pay for everything. Even when he gets diagnosed with the Pfeiffer's disease, he continues the rigorous schedule of his daily life. One day, he meets the vampire Yunho. And Yunho refuses to let his soulmate work himself to death.
The constant tiredness Jaejoong felt was such a pain. He couldn’t afford this fatigue clouding his senses when absolute alertness was expected from him. It probably was an after effect from the fever he had come down with a few days ago - but the fever had already been something Jaejoong absolutely couldn’t have afforded, let alone this fatigue.
His study was something Jaejoong put very much effort in. He went to all his classes, made notes and did his homework. After the classes, he immediately went to his part time job at a restaurant where he worked until eleven o’clock. When he came home, he was drained and exhausted but he always managed to finish his remaining homework or study for an upcoming test. He’d sleep five hours, only to wake up the next morning at six thirty, have breakfast and deliver newspapers.
It was absolutely necessary for him to work that much. He never had enough money - the rent of his apartment was quite high but it was close to his university and to the different jobs he had had. He also had to pay for the electricity, food, study books and above all, his study costs were a pain. It was almost impossible to pay for them with the little financial support he had.
His parents had died when Jaejoong had only been a little kid, so young that he can’t even remember a single thing of them anymore. He didn’t miss his parents... there was nothing to miss because he remembered nothing and when he’d miss them, it was more that he missed the idea of having parents. Jaejoong would find himself wishing he would be the child in the movie with the parents that seemed to understand everything.
However, his parents had died in a car accident and Jaejoong was placed into the care of his aunt and uncle. They had been just as displeased as he had been and this had resulted in the awful childhood he now remembered. His cousin, Yoochun, always got the best things - a Playstation, a Nintendo, an Apple laptop, an iPod, while Jaejoong had to sleep in the smallest room available at their house and wear the old clothes of his cousin who was two years older.
Jaejoong had left the house of his uncle and aunt as soon as he could. He didn’t mind working as hard as he working now because it meant that he was independent from the people who had turned his childhood into a living hell. He didn’t mind working because it was for his study, the study that would turn him into a lawyer, the study that would help him fulfill his childhood dream and his passion.
But... this constant fatigue was bugging him. Jaejoong struggled to keep his concentration at school and to not fall asleep and at work, it became even harder to concentrate as a heavy headache would hit him.
“Is it... is it okay if I go home earlier today?” he asked, eyeing his boss with a hesitant look on his face. He had been absent way too often after he had been hit with the fever and he was scared that he’d lose his job. However, Jaejoong’s head was pounding and he felt ill and tired, a wave of nausea spreading through his body. He wanted to stay, to work, because he couldn’t afford losing the job and neither could he actually afford to go home earlier because it’d be deducted from his wages. However, he felt like collapsing if he’d continue.
The response he got wasn’t very pleasant. “It’s too busy right now, Jaejoong-sshi, I’ve let you go so many times the past weeks! We’re already short on hands right now, I can’t let you off, so don’t even think of leaving earlier!”
Jaejoong had no choice but to stay - and that infuriated him even more. He was too tired, felt too sick to do anything properly, and it wasn’t going very well either. The energy that he normally had in his arm was gone and he was scared that he’d screw up. However, Jaejoong pushed himself, served dish after dish to the customers, brought them drink after drink, and even he himself was surprised by how well everything went despite the feeling that he had just been run over by ten trains.
He couldn’t hide his relief when customer after customer finally left the restaurant. “I’m going home now,” he said when the clock finally hit eleven and the amount of customers left in the restaurant had become more than doable for the remaining workers. Jaejoong grabbed his jacket, putting it on as he walked outside, the night with its bright street lights dizzying him, wanting nothing more but to get home as soon as he could.
He hesitated for one second - should he perhaps get a cab? He felt like he could collapse at any moment, his legs numb and his head heavy. However, he couldn’t afford one. With the money he had managed to earn this month, he barely had enough to pay the electricity bills. With a deep sigh, Jaejoong buried his nose in his scarf, trying to hide his face from the cold as much as possible, as he hurried himself home.
~
Yunho was hungry. His eyes were wandering off from face to face of the humans passing by, waiting for the right target to appear, waiting for a pleasant smell to hit his nose. It never took him long to find the right person - or rather, for the right person to find him. His looks were outstanding enough to have girls coming to him, especially if he pretended to be lost. Decades and decades of practice learned him that the rules of society would change but that, in the end, good looks were good looks and they were mightily convenient when you were trying to drink someone’s blood.
It wasn’t long until a scent hit his nose - Yunho was surprised by the richness of the scent and it made his mouth water, his fangs already growing longer at the thought of tasting it. He looked around, slightly curious as to which human carried around this wonderful scent, until his eyes rested on a young man sitting on the park bench, his head buried between his knees. Yunho instinctively knew it’s the man with the delicious scent and he approaches him, placing himself next to the man.
“It might be none of my business,” he slowly begins, making sure that his worried voice was coated with enough of the hypnosis seduction that confused humans. In his head, he was already starting to plan how he’d drink from this man without anyone noticing something out of the ordinary. It shouldn’t be very hard, Yunho had centuries of experience. “But are you okay? Do you need any help?”
The man, his head still facing the ground, shook his head as far as he could. “Just a sec,” he managed to utter.
Yunho shove closer, giving the man small pats on the back. The man seemed to be too occupied in his own world to think of the gesture as strange and uncomfortable for someone he barely knew. “Just breathe in, breathe out,” Yunho instructed and as he did, he carefully let his own scent escape, intoxicating his victim. He thought of it as helping the man because the tension disappeared slowly from the shoulders and the man breathing started to become more rhythmic.
Vampires had the ability to intoxicate humans with a special scent their body was able to produce. When they let the scent escape, the human became dazed and the vampire was free to feed himself. Generally, it was quite a nice gift but it had to be used carefully. Just one slip of the mind could cause the intoxication and the seduction of dozens of people who just happened to be around. However, the mind of a vampire could do a lot of things at the same time and it was unlikely for such a thing to happen.
Yunho slowly leaned in, his breath brushing the bare skin of the man. The smell of his blood was nice, sweet, luring him in, and when his lips softly brushed the flesh of the man, feeling the pumping of the vein on his upper lip, Yunho bared his fangs. When he sank them into the soft flesh and the first drop of blood fell on his tongue, he instantly regretted choosing this man.
Not because there was the faint taste of illness in the blood but because the taste upset Yunho and distracted him.
There had always been a legend. Vampires, stolen from their mortal life, had only one chance in their immortal life to make eternity worth living. Their other half would show up on earth and the vampire had only one chance to encounter their other half. Only when they’d sink their teeth into the person, drinking his or her blood, would the vampire know if the human happened to be his or her soulmate or not.
However, when they had sunk their teeth into their soulmate, it already was too late. The blood would be too delicious, too sweet, a taste that vampires had never tasted before would be experienced and most of the time, the vampire would lose its self control. They would continue drinking, savoring the delicious taste, addicted to it, wanting to drink it until eternity... They’d drain the body from all its blood.
The vampire would kill his own soulmate.
When the sweet taste hit Yunho’s taste buds, he knew it was too late. He had never wanted to meet his soulmate. He had never wanted to steal someone’s life just like his life had been stolen from him. And yet, there was a crimson red haze in front of his eyes and he couldn’t resist, couldn’t resist the temptation to taste more of this forbidden sweetness.
Yunho moaned, closing his eyes, trying to ignore the burning thirst in the back of his throat, trying to regain his self control.
However, he was losing the battle. He could have never imagined a taste so overpowering and delicious, a taste that left him craving for more and more. He simply wasn’t strong enough to resist.
~
How late was it? Where was he? Jaejoong stared at his dark surroundings, noticing that he recognized nothing. A wave of panic flooded his body and he looked at his watch - another heart attack, it already was three pm! How long had he slept? Where was he? Shit, he had missed his class, he hadn't showed up for his job in the morning and if he didn't hurry himself, he was going to be too late for his job at the restaurant too.
Jaejoong threw the blankets from his body, jumping out of the bed, but as soon as he did, he already knew he should have taken it easier. His knees buckled under the sudden weight and he collapsed on the floor, his vision swimming in dark spots. There was already a light pressure present in the back of his mind and Jaejoong moaned when he really felt how wrecked his body actually was.
He was gasping as he lay on the floor, trying to recover from the shock, before he made another attempt to stand up. His trembling hands reached out for the heating for support and he put strength in his legs once again. They were trembling under his weight and Jaejoong knew he couldn't work in this state. He was already sweating, trembling and panting from just the one meter he had tried to walk from the bed. What had happened to him? What was wrong with him? Where was he?
Jaejoong tried to remember what had happened last night. He squinted his eyes as if that would help him thinking better and he tried to remember everything that had occurred after he had left the restaurant.
He clearly remembered the nausea, the need to throw up. He remembered sitting down on a bench, putting his head between his knees, trying to regain his self composure, trying to make the nausea stop. He remembered... someone taking place next to him, asking if he was alright, Jaejoong remembered, tried to remember, but his memories became an empty nothingness, no matter how hard he tried to wrap his mind around it.
Without a warning, the door opened and the shock alone was enough to cause Jaejoong's legs give out on him. Startled, he tried to see who had come in but he isn’t able to recognize the man. "Who-who are you? What happened? How did I get here?" Jaejoong stammers, suddenly afraid that something bad could have happened yesterday. Maybe he was kidnapped or maybe he had accepted a drink yesterday with a rape drug in it - that would explain the lack of memory.
However, the man had a very friendly appearance and in his hands, there was a tray with food. "I'm sorry, did I startle you?" the man chuckles softly, "I shouldn't have come in without knocking on the door... but I heard sounds from your room and I figured you were awake." He put down the tray on the floor and maneuvered himself to Jaejoong, a strong hand grabbing his arm to help him back into the bed.
"Who are you? What happened?" Jaejoong obediently follows the lead of the man because he honestly knows that he'd never be able to get away from the house, let alone go to work. However, the man doesn't answer his questions and instead goes back to the door to retrieve the food. He places it gently on Jaejoong's lap and opens the curtains to let some light into the room.
Only now does Jaejoong fully become aware of his surroundings and he's relieved to see that the room looks very normal. It assures him enough to take a small bite from his food and, when he realizes how delicious it is, he throws all caution to the wind and starts filling his empty stomach at the speed of lightning.
The man sits himself on a chair next to the bed and he finally starts answering the questions, "I'm Jung Yunho. I saw you yesterday and you didn't look very well so I offered my help. However, you collapsed and I couldn't leave you like that so I took you to my house."
Jaejoong looked curiously at Yunho's face, trying to decode the emotions on it but he could see nothing but sincerity. It would be foolish to ask if that was all that had happened, it would be like accusing the man of having done more than he truly had. "I see..." he slowly starts, "Thank you so much then. I can't imagine what could have happened if you hadn't been there - you're even accommodating me and giving me food. Thank you so much. By the way, I'm Kim Jaejoong."
The man smiled. "Nice to meet you, Kim Jaejoong-sshi."
~
Jaejoong had left Yunho's house that night. He was still tired but he figured that feeling would never leave him anymore either way and he went to his house. The house of the man was in the neighborhood and required twenty minutes walking.
He amazed himself by walking through the door and falling onto his bed immediately, already tired from the small walk. He should go see a doctor, he figured. Even though it'd cost him money he couldn't afford, his health definitely was more important.
~
The lecture went past his ears. Jaejoong truly tried his hardest, concentrating on the sounds that seeped into his mind but they became a blur, one big mess of syllables. He sighed, massaging his temples as he did another attempt at listening.
"Work in pairs. When you've decided on who your partner is, come to me and I'll appoint the subject of your presentation."
Jaejoong sighed. He should wait until everyone was chosen before he'd know his partner - nobody wanted to do things that required teamwork with him. People preferred becoming a team with their friends and, truthfully speaking, Jaejoong didn't have any.
His life was so focused on education, work and survival that he didn't have time to hang out with the friends he had made at the beginning of his study. His friends had slowly become a group through hanging out with each other after school - a group Jaejoong had no chance of fitting into because he just didn't have the time to do fun things.
Another reason why people disliked working with him was because of his study hours. While preparing a presentation, people often worked together, discussing matters and looking up information together. However, the hours a normal student would work on a presentation would be after school - and Jaejoong was too busy with working when school was finished. The lack of communication drove a lot of people crazy when they were forced into a group with Jaejoong just like the prospect that it'd be finished only the night before the presentation.
Jaejoong waited patiently, preparing himself to start looking for the person who had been left out, until- "Jaejoong-sshi, want to become a team with me?" A bit surprised, Jaejoong looked up to see who had actually asked him. Shim Changmin, of all people!
Changmin was perfect. He was incredibly handsome and there would always be girls swooning when he'd walk by. He was also unbelievably smart, needing to see things only up to three times before he had memorized them completely. Above all, he was also a social butterfly and wherever he went, he was able to make friends. He probably didn't have to worry about the bills either, Jaejoong almost bitterly thought.
"O-okay," Jaejoong answered, taken aback by the fact that Shim Changmin actually asked him to be a team even though the man had so many admirers in the class who would love to work together with him.
"Great," Changmin smiled before going to the teacher to obtain the subject their presentation would be about. When he came back, he said, "We're going to do it about European law and our presentation will be in two weeks. We should exchange phone numbers so we can reach each other. How about we're both going to look up some information today and we'll start putting it together tomorrow? We should meet each other after school too so we can discuss certain things... How about doing that in the weekend?"
Jaejoong forced a smile on his face. Great, he'd have to skip work too this weekend. However, he didn't dare to reject Changmin's ideas. "Sounds great," he says instead.
~
"Hey you!" Jaejoong continued walking, ignoring the voice that most probably wasn't looking for him anyway. "Hey! Jaejoong-sshi!" Startled, Jaejoon turned around to find the source of the voice. "Ya, why are you walking so fast?" the guy who had caught up with him laughed, slightly panting.
"Oh," Jaejoong stared blankly for another second before he too was laughing. "Nice to see you again, Yunho. What a coincidence! How are you?"
"Yeah, I always take this way home when I get back from work," Yunho laughed, ignoring the filler question, "How about we get some food? It’ll be on me." And the happy look in his eyes was too genuine for Jaejoong to reject the offer, even though he knew he'd promised Changmin to look up information for their presentation and even though he felt too tired after the whole day.
"Fine," he instead says, "Just a quick grab will do."
~
"I've never had to do this before and I hope you won't get startled," Yunho began. They had just eaten and they were on their way back home. It had been a pleasant surprise for Jaejoong when he had noticed how well they matched together, almost like two puzzle pieces clicking together. It had been fun and almost felt like hanging out with a friend he hadn't spoken in years. "But this experience gave me the confirmation I actually needed. Jaejoong... I'm..." Yunho looked around, as if he was making sure that nobody could hear him, "I'm a vampire. And you're my soulmate."
What?!
A nervewrecking silence was what followed. Jaejoong's brain was working, trying to understand what he had just heard until- "I'm sorry, what did you say? I think I've misheard," he laughed nervously.
"No, you didn't," Yunho said firmly. "I'm a vampire and you're the one I'm destined to be with."
Jaejoong just stared blanky at him, the words not being able to sink into his brain that had become like a water resistant sponge. "Wh-what? Is this a joke?" he asked, looking for any traces of humour on the face of the man. Instead, his breath hitched when he realized that the eyes of the man weren't brown like Jaejoong originally had assumed. They were maroon with an underlying tone of gold; they weren't the eyes of a human.
He stared at the man, nailed to the ground, his heart beating so fast that Jaejoong was sure it’d jump out of his chest and run for its own life because apparently, his body didn’t seem to be able to do that. He wanted to scream, get away from me, I never asked for this to happen, I’m satisfied with my ordinary life, what is this nonsense, but he only stared at Yunho, stared until he found his voice, a voice that didn’t even sound like his own anymore, “What’s going to happen now?”
Questions were racing through his head - am I going to die? Will you make me a vampire too? Are you going to drink my blood? How is this even possible?
“I don’t know,” Yunho simply answered, putting a step forward but Jaejoong immediately inched backwards at the small movement. The man sighed, ruffling his hair, before he said, “I just had to get it off my chest. I know I’m selfish for doing so but it’s... it’s suffocating. I’ve been living on my own for centuries and you appear into my life and you’re the promise to end my loneliness and... I won’t hurt you. I will never turn you into a vampire if you don’t want to... but for now, for now, I just want to be selfish. The opportunity for this short time of happiness, I want to grab it with both hands.
Don’t be afraid... I’d rather kill myself with my own hands than lay even one finger on you against your will.”
Jaejoong hesitated, wavering because of the words. Yunho seemed to mean them but what did that actually mean? For all he knew, the man was an actor. Maybe he was in a TV program where they pranked people. “I’m... I’m sorry. I don’t want this. I want to live a normal life. I want to study, I want to get a job, I want to marry, I want to have children and I want to die peacefully. I don’t want any of this supernatural stuff.”
Yunho suddenly seemed very occupied with the ground and the man felt a pang of guilt at this sight. However, the man who claimed to be a vampire opened his mouth once again, “I understand. I would have acted exactly the same way if I’d have been given the choice. I completely understand. I’m sorry, just think of this as a dream, I was too selfish. I won’t bother you anymore.”
Before Jaejoong could utter another word, the man had already turned his back to him and started walking, blending and disappearing into the mass.
He felt a huge weight falling from his shoulders - sighing, Jaejoong turned his back to the man and walked back home.
~
Days passed and there had been no more sign of Yunho. Jaejoong felt relieved though the sad look on the face of the man had been hunting him, the disappointed look in his eyes always somewhere in the back of his head. Other than that, his life had become normal again. He had gone to the doctor two days ago and they had taken some blood samples, promising him that they’d tell him the results as soon as possible and that he should take some proper rest in the meantime.
Putting together a presentation with Changmin had been both tiresome but also relieving. They seemed to understand each other completely when it came down to useful information and other aspects of the presentation. Changmin didn’t seem to be bothered either by the fact that Jaejoong only managed to work on it every night. He hadn’t expected the most popular student in their class to be so easy going.
Jaejoong had gotten used to waking up and feeling like an utter mess. Some days were better than others but most of the time, he’d wake up wanting nothing but to fall asleep almost immediately again. The tiredness would bug him for the rest of the day, sometimes accompanied by nausea, most of the times accompanied by a splitting headache and a sore throat. He knew this feeling wasn’t healthy anymore and he was holding his heart tightly for the results of his blood test. Actually, he was too scared for the results and he wanted to continue living in this bliss of ignorance.
What if it was something incurable? What if it was something curable but utterly expensive?
Jaejoong already knew he could not and absolutely would not ask money from his aunt and uncle. He had no friends. He had nobody who could help him out.
Would he truly die like this?
He sighed. The utter irony of the situation was that he had met immortality just a few days ago, that he had told immortality that he’d rather live a normal life and die like a normal human. Was this a punishment from the gods?
Those worries only increased when he got a phone call from the doctor, asking him to come over.
“Hello, how have you been?” the doctor asks and Jaejoong almost feels like hitting him and telling him to cut the procedure crap and tell him what’ the hell is going on inside his body.
“I’m fine,” he answers instead, “Still the same problems as the last time I visited, though.”
“I see. That was to be expected. We’ve received the results of your blood test and you don’t have to worry - it’s infectious mononucleosis, better known as Pfeiffer’s disease or the kissing disease. It’s transferred through saliva and the symptoms are the same as the complaints you’ve had. A sore throat, fever, nausea, vomiting, headache. It’s all there.”
Jaejoong wants to scream - how is it even possible that I’ve gotten a kissing disease when I’ve never even kissed before?! - but he composes himself and asks, “Are there medications for this? How long will it take for me to recover?”
“Depends. It’s quite innocent and if you rest a lot, it should disappear after a while. The only thing you can do is rest and you should take painkillers against the pain. Most of the patients are healed after two to three weeks though that depends on the person. All you can do is rest,” the doctor answers. Jaejoong feels like fainting - he can’t afford to slack off for three weeks!
Instead, he just says, “Thank you, doctor Kim,” and leaves the building with a headache worse than he had ever experienced. He feels like smashing his head against a wall so he at least doesn’t have to think anymore about his financial problems but instead, he just heads off to work, refusing to give in to his disease. He can’t rest if there’s no money and he doesn’t have any money if he doesn’t work.
~
The sound of glass shattering on the floor makes Jaejoong cringe. It takes him a moment to look at the source of the sound but then he notices that the shattered pieces are lying in front of him and he suddenly realizes that he had been the one who had dropped the glasses. He gasps, immediately squatting to pick up the broken pieces but he pulls away when he feels another sharp pain in his fingers. Before he realizes it, the shattered glass has made several cuts into his fingers and his blood is flowing out of it, dripping onto the floor to mingle with the soda.
“Jaejoong!” the voice of another part timer sounds and Jaejoong vaguely remembers him as the one being called Junsu, “You’re bleeding, I’ll clean this.”
Upset, he moves aside to make space for the younger man who delicately picks up the broken pieces. He apologizes, to Junsu and his boss who’s slightly raging for all the extra commotion but who tells him to hold his hand under the faucet anyway and put some plasters on the wounds.
Jaejoong moves to the bathroom to wash his hands but instead, he finds himself clutching the sink, breathing heavily to keep himself from fainting. His uninjured hand is clutching the sink so tightly that his knuckles turn white and he bites his lip, bites it with all the energy he can muster because he simply doesn’t want to faint right here. The doctor had said absolutely nothing about fainting, so why...?
The bathroom door opened but Jaejoong can’t be bothered by it, still breathing heavily, still struggling against the darkness that surrounds him, still fighting against the dark spots that fill his vision. “You fool,” it’s a familiar voice that he hears but he can’t place it, not even when Jaejoong feels a strong arm around his waist, supporting him. “You should rest but you go to work anyway. Are you stupid or what?”
His bloodied arm is draped casually around a shoulder and Jaejoong feels the man supporting him, walking and leading him to somewhere he doesn’t know. “I’m a friend of Jaejoong,” the man says, “He just called me and I’m sorry to take him away while you’re so busy but as you probably can see, he’s not in a state to be of any help either.”
Jaejoong loses his fight with the darkness soon after.
~
When Jaejoong wakes up, he already expects the unknown environment. He already knows where he is before he opens his eyes, only one person on his mind that would be able to barge into his life like that. When he opens his eyes, his suspicion is confirmed. “Why am I here?” he asks, eyeing the dark figure next to him. “I thought you’d leave me alone.”
Somehow, Jaejoong is happy that he can’t see the look of hurt appear on Yunho’s face though the hurt is layered into his voice when he opens his mouth to talk, “How can I leave you alone when you can’t even take care of yourself? The explanations of the doctor were clear - rest, don’t overwork yourself, and what do you do? You work your ass off and you sleep only five hours a day, do you want to die so badly?”
Jaejoong is perplexed. How did this man know so much about his life? He gaped at him, his mouth opening and closing without uttering a single sound, his mind looking for words. “I... You... That’s none of your business! How do you know this? Have you been... have you been following me?”
“I wanted to disappear from your life. I never said something about you disappearing from mine. How could I possibly do that when you’re working yourself to your own death? You’re an adult; aren’t humans supposed to think and take care of their own bodies? When will you finally realize that what you’re doing is stupid? When it’s too late? Even now, you don’t realize it - your body has already reached its limit and you still haven’t realized it,” the hard voice of the man was giving him a headache. Jaejoong closed his eyes, grunting. The idea of Yunho following him was kind of creeping him out but he got even more fired up because of the other words the man had spoken.
He raised his head from the pillow, moving into a sitting position, until he was on the same eye level as the sitting man. Jaejoong ignored the spots that started to dance before his vision, gritted his teeth, as he started to say, “Why are you scolding me for something you should have never known in the first place. This is the pathetic life I’m leading. Do you really think I can just stop working for three weeks? Do you think I can afford doing that? If I stop, I won’t have any money. When I don’t have any money, I can’t pay the rent, I can’t pay the bills, I can’t pay for my study, I can’t even pay for my own food. Work won’t be my death, no, the moment I stop working will become my death. So who are you to barge into my life just like that and interfere with everyth-”
Jaejoong gasped when he felt Yunho’s hands on his shoulders, squeezing them too painfully, he gasped when he saw the frustrated look in Yunho’s eyes and he couldn’t think anymore when he felt angry lips crushing on his, forcing a painful kiss from his lips.
He struggled, tried to break free from the painful grasp but his efforts were fruitless. When Yunho finally broke the kiss off, they were both panting from it and Jaejoong could feel his own eyes burning with anger. “What the hell are you even thinking?” he started to yell, wanting to push the man aside and get away from this cursed place. The man didn’t budge when his hands made contact with his chest and that made him feel even more frustrated.
“Live with me,” Yunho whispered, “Live with me. I’ll pay for your apartment in the meantime. You can return any moment you want - but live with me, let me take care of you until you’re better. Don’t worry about money, don’t worry about anything. Just get better. I promise I won’t cling onto you, I promise I’ll let you go when you’re better.”
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A/N: This will probably have only one other part :'D I just felt like writing a vampire fic, lol.
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