Ship/Member: Minghao/Seokmin Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: vampire minghao, owner of a fully functioning blood pump seokmin, a getting together of sorts, possessiveness (a little bit. a tiny bit), ominous mingyu presence... is he involved in this? who knows... Permission to remix: Yes
wc: 842
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“Please, get out of my house.” Minghao says with his back towards Seokmin. He’s really no fun when he gets in this mood. Seokmin grins anyway.
“I know that you haven’t fed yet today!” He says with a cheerful melody.
Minghao glances at him over his shoulder. “And how would you know that?”
Seokmin pulls out his phone and brandishes it like a piece of evidence. “You never turn off your location, so you’re very easy to track on the Snapchat map.” Minghao finally stops walking away from him and stops in the middle of the hallway, opens his mouth to ask what the hell is a Snapchat map but Seokmin is faster. “And also I asked Mingyu and he said you’ve been grumpy since yesterday.”
The deep frown between his perfectly sculpted eyebrows only deepens. “I’m not grumpy,” Minghao argues. “I’m as social as always.”
Which is to say, not a lot. Seokmin keeps that to himself and smiles at him. He’s always smiling easily, but it feels particularly effortless when it’s directed at Minghao. “Surprised you’re not asking me how that concerns me.”
Minghao rolls his eyes. “I know why you bring that up. And the answer is still no.”
“You said it yourself though. You said that my blood,” he mimes air quotes, “‘smelled scrumptious’. I’m just offering you a little treat.”
“Well, you shouldn’t. Do you have no sense of preservation at all?” Mingho resumes walking away from him, but Seokmin doesn’t deter.
“Myungho~” Seokmin whines and leans against the kitchen counter. He tilts his head to the side, showing off his neck. He watches as Minghao’s eyes focus on the goal. “It’s okay,” he adds softly. “I want to do this with you.”
Minghao’s frown hasn’t left yet.
“No, that’s inaccurate. It’s more like, I don’t want you to do this with anyone else.”
Minghao’s eyes jump to meet Seokmin’s. The frown is gone, and in its place is a look that Seokmin has never had the pleasure to witness painted on Minghao’s face before. His face is open, shocked into letting his guard down. He looks beautiful like this. Surprised and hopeful.
“Do you realize what you’re saying?” he asks carefully.
Seokmin nods before taking a step forward. “I know. I’ve known for a while now, I’ve been trying to get you to catch up.”
Minghao looks into his eyes for a while longer, smiles until his fangs make a shy appearance. “I’m still not willing to feed on you to the point that my mood actually improves.”
Seokmin rolls his eyes. “You say that now, but when you’ve gotten a taste of my delicious juicy-”
Minghao shuts him up with a kiss. His sharp teeth bite into Seokmin’s lips, barely enough to draw blood. Minghao drinks him up and hums.
“Not bad,” he mumbles into the kiss.
Seokmin goes to shove his shoulder and instead his fingers hold onto the back of Minghao’s hair, pulling him closer.
“Let’s not do this here though,” Minghao says after pulling back. “I just cleaned the kitchen.”
It’s a good thing Seokmin doesn’t work the next day, because Minghao wakes him up when he stirs awake at around 6pm. They kiss lazily in bed for a while, after Minghao has made sure that Seokmin is still fine and hasn’t lost too much blood.
After a while, Seokmin’s stomach rumbles loud enough that it kills the mood of the entire bedroom. Minghao drapes him in one of his robes and Seokmin drags himself down to the kitchen with naked and lazy feet. He doesn’t hear Minghao’s footsteps behind him, but he’s come to know that it doesn’t mean anything.
Seokmin has been thinking of what to order for breakfast/lunch/dinner and he grins to himself as he spots the fridge. “Bet I could even organize your blood bank a little bit better and make some room for a few leftovers for myself.” He opens the fridge and his hand goes limp on the handle. His smile drops and his gaze follows.
“Why is it full of human food already?” He asks as steady as he can. His voice betrays him. It feels like one too many betrayals for the day. “You don’t eat food.” He adds as if it’s needed.
It feels silly to distrust Minghao now - but it feels too naive to think that Minghao has been waiting as diligently as Seokmin has.
He was right to assume that Minghao would be close behind him. When he exhales carefully, it hits the back of Seokmin’s neck. A gentle breath washes over the puncture wounds, skin still tender. It feels nice and Seokmin lets himself shiver.
With a careful voice, Minghao answers, “Mingyu helped me get groceries a few days ago.” His hand curls around Seokmin’s waist until he settles on his naked stomach. Minghao lets most of his weight rest on Seokmin’s back, chin carefully hooked over his shoulder so that his lips brush against the bite marks and nothing more. “I want us both to eat well.”
Re: sweet
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: vampire minghao, owner of a fully functioning blood pump seokmin, a getting together of sorts, possessiveness (a little bit. a tiny bit), ominous mingyu presence... is he involved in this? who knows...
Permission to remix: Yes
wc: 842
***
“Please, get out of my house.” Minghao says with his back towards Seokmin. He’s really no fun when he gets in this mood. Seokmin grins anyway.
“I know that you haven’t fed yet today!” He says with a cheerful melody.
Minghao glances at him over his shoulder. “And how would you know that?”
Seokmin pulls out his phone and brandishes it like a piece of evidence. “You never turn off your location, so you’re very easy to track on the Snapchat map.” Minghao finally stops walking away from him and stops in the middle of the hallway, opens his mouth to ask what the hell is a Snapchat map but Seokmin is faster. “And also I asked Mingyu and he said you’ve been grumpy since yesterday.”
The deep frown between his perfectly sculpted eyebrows only deepens. “I’m not grumpy,” Minghao argues. “I’m as social as always.”
Which is to say, not a lot. Seokmin keeps that to himself and smiles at him. He’s always smiling easily, but it feels particularly effortless when it’s directed at Minghao. “Surprised you’re not asking me how that concerns me.”
Minghao rolls his eyes. “I know why you bring that up. And the answer is still no.”
“You said it yourself though. You said that my blood,” he mimes air quotes, “‘smelled scrumptious’. I’m just offering you a little treat.”
“Well, you shouldn’t. Do you have no sense of preservation at all?” Mingho resumes walking away from him, but Seokmin doesn’t deter.
“Myungho~” Seokmin whines and leans against the kitchen counter. He tilts his head to the side, showing off his neck. He watches as Minghao’s eyes focus on the goal. “It’s okay,” he adds softly. “I want to do this with you.”
Minghao’s frown hasn’t left yet.
“No, that’s inaccurate. It’s more like, I don’t want you to do this with anyone else.”
Minghao’s eyes jump to meet Seokmin’s. The frown is gone, and in its place is a look that Seokmin has never had the pleasure to witness painted on Minghao’s face before. His face is open, shocked into letting his guard down. He looks beautiful like this. Surprised and hopeful.
“Do you realize what you’re saying?” he asks carefully.
Seokmin nods before taking a step forward. “I know. I’ve known for a while now, I’ve been trying to get you to catch up.”
Minghao looks into his eyes for a while longer, smiles until his fangs make a shy appearance. “I’m still not willing to feed on you to the point that my mood actually improves.”
Seokmin rolls his eyes. “You say that now, but when you’ve gotten a taste of my delicious juicy-”
Minghao shuts him up with a kiss. His sharp teeth bite into Seokmin’s lips, barely enough to draw blood. Minghao drinks him up and hums.
“Not bad,” he mumbles into the kiss.
Seokmin goes to shove his shoulder and instead his fingers hold onto the back of Minghao’s hair, pulling him closer.
“Let’s not do this here though,” Minghao says after pulling back. “I just cleaned the kitchen.”
It’s a good thing Seokmin doesn’t work the next day, because Minghao wakes him up when he stirs awake at around 6pm. They kiss lazily in bed for a while, after Minghao has made sure that Seokmin is still fine and hasn’t lost too much blood.
After a while, Seokmin’s stomach rumbles loud enough that it kills the mood of the entire bedroom. Minghao drapes him in one of his robes and Seokmin drags himself down to the kitchen with naked and lazy feet. He doesn’t hear Minghao’s footsteps behind him, but he’s come to know that it doesn’t mean anything.
Seokmin has been thinking of what to order for breakfast/lunch/dinner and he grins to himself as he spots the fridge. “Bet I could even organize your blood bank a little bit better and make some room for a few leftovers for myself.” He opens the fridge and his hand goes limp on the handle. His smile drops and his gaze follows.
“Why is it full of human food already?” He asks as steady as he can. His voice betrays him. It feels like one too many betrayals for the day. “You don’t eat food.” He adds as if it’s needed.
It feels silly to distrust Minghao now - but it feels too naive to think that Minghao has been waiting as diligently as Seokmin has.
He was right to assume that Minghao would be close behind him. When he exhales carefully, it hits the back of Seokmin’s neck. A gentle breath washes over the puncture wounds, skin still tender. It feels nice and Seokmin lets himself shiver.
With a careful voice, Minghao answers, “Mingyu helped me get groceries a few days ago.” His hand curls around Seokmin’s waist until he settles on his naked stomach. Minghao lets most of his weight rest on Seokmin’s back, chin carefully hooked over his shoulder so that his lips brush against the bite marks and nothing more. “I want us both to eat well.”