Quick!

Quick!

This dark joon might work better as a Taehyung. Especially since I have another dark joon

UPDATE: ITS POSTED! I wanted to posted tonight so I just took the responses in the first like hour or so. His name isn’t mentioned much but it is Taehyung.

Sorry this was a short vote. Thank you for voting🫶🏽

Vampire Training | jyh (ch.1)

ch. 1: walls pairing: Vampire!Yunho x Reader genre: pre-established relationship, magic, angst, smut, fighting warnings: claustrophobia, mentions of blood, violence, shower sex, fighting, mentions of c*tting (not for the purposes of s3lf harm), drinking blood, nightmare

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The walls close in.

Bit by bit they seal your fate. The only door taunting you as you tug and pull frantically.

One wall touches your shoulder, pushing you with it. You push against it, legs pushing against the floor as if you could force the whole thing back. Frenzied movements against the ground change as you turn around to claw at it. Maybe attempting to climb or maybe trying to dig through the wall. There wasn’t a plan or hope, just pure desperation. Resting against it on your shoulder giving one last push, you become aware of the tears. There’s nothing else to do as the other wall finally touches your other shoulder. 

The weight of both walls restrict and move you. The pressure filling you at once then more and more. You feel sharpness shoot out of your gums and on instinct cry out before biting down hard.

“OW! FUCK”

Your eyes shoot open. Thank god it’s over. You recognize the warmth within a second before anything else comes back to you. Slowly, you feel the arms around you and the head resting against yours. You feel the neck bleeding from where your fangs are still sunk in and the wetness from your tears on the exposed skin all the way down between you.

Gently, you remove your mouth, laving over the wound carefully. It would heal quickly anyway but this was your unspoken apology. Like a dog licking their owner after misbehaving.

Only this wasn’t your fault. You breathed out qwuelling the familiar anger that wanted to bubble up. This wasn’t the time. You wanted all the comfort that came from being right there.

“Which dream?”

“The walls” you replied quietly.

“I’m sorry.” his sleep filled voice was sincere. You knew that. Yet you again couldn’t respond to it. You never could.

“I don’t wanna sleep anymore.” a sob building in your throat, he nods. He knows better than to speak right now. Swiftly, he moves to the edge of the bed with you still in his arms. He scoops you up fully as he stands to bring you to the bathroom.

As he starts the shower, you don’t dare look at the mirror. He glances over as he plays with the shower knobs, noticing your aversion to it. The face he loves completely wet with tears, slightly red from both released and held emotions, mouth and chin covered in blood-his- and eyes downcast and far away. He sighs turning back to the water.

You don’t notice he’s walking back until he’s right in front of you pulling up your shirt. He helps you shed your clothes before doing the same to his own. He guides you into the water, watching you carefully for some sign that it helps. He nearly smiles seeing your shoulders relax. 

With careful hands he rubs at the drying blood with his thumb. You look up as if finally seeing him for the first time since you woke up. Your eyes stare at him with no hint of the conflict you felt moments prior.

You could see him clearly again. Your Yunho. The one you loved so deeply.

He’s simultaneously your savior and your jailor. The one that locked you in this prison disguised as a home yet saved you. He saved you from the dark depths of bloodlust and insanity though he dropped you into its grasp to begin with.

Yet when you look at him in moments like this it feels like he hung the moon. Everything is done with care for you, a smile gracing his lips most of the time as he does whatever you ask.

Though you were still a little dazed he knew the signs of what you wanted as you placed your hands gently on his neck. He searched your face a moment more for something before feeling satisfied to lean in. He gave you what you wanted when he could. He gave you pleasure every moment you wanted it and his arms for comfort when you needed.

In hot and heavy moments like these he always gave his all but now pushed himself past that to try to atone for the sin he committed against you.

His body pushed yours against the wall. Your hands slid down, holding his waist as you surrendered yourself to him. The feeling of his lips giving you more than you could ever want from a kiss. He tried to explain it before but you just cared it was him.

Passionately, he held you tightly as he fucked you against the slippery shower wall. Nails digging into his wet shoulders as he rolled and grinded his hips into you again and again. Your lips barely parted as he brought you over the edge twice.

You watch him quietly as he dries you, attentively patting every wet spot with the fluffy towel.

When he finally reaches your neck and notices your eyes on him he smiles. A hint of nervousness in it not going unnoticed. You simply smile and give him a sweet peck.

*

“One hour!”

“No.”

“Thrity minutes!”

“No.”

“Five minutes?” you were getting desperate now.

He paused what he was doing as if considering it. Though he wasn’t looking at you, it sparked a miniscule amount of hope until…“Nope.”

“UGHHHHHHH”

You begged him everyday to let you go outside. The off white walls of your apartment were honestly starting to make you sick.

It has been 6 months since the night Yunho turned you.

His words from that night haunted you constantly in the beginning. “I killed you.” Things were better now but they just sat in the back of your brain for dark or quiet moments where you were left with only your thoughts.

“It’s for you and everyone else. It’s-”

“Not safe.”you sighed finishing the familiar sentence with him. “I know”

A sad look drew down his handsome features. “You're still too unstable.”

You sat up. “How do you know? I’ve been cooped up for so long my body must be used to whatever now!”

He wanted to sigh and tell you it’s not “whatever”, considering he has explained the changes multiple times but instead, he smiled. “Maybe you're right. It’s got to be fine now.”

He stopped chopping vegetables to take a container from the cabinet. “I forgot to tell you I made these.” He pulled the lid of so you could see the small pastries.

You perked up as you grabbed one. “Thank you! Do you really mean it though?”

“We have to be sure like you said.”

You weren’t sure what changed his mind so easy this time since you were sure you made that argument before but you weren’t going to question it. Taking a huge bite of the sweet treat your brows furrowed.

Goosebumps spreading, tastebuds tingling, skin warm, fangs emerging. As you finally looked down you saw the red running down your hand. You instinctively licked your lip tasting it further.

The answer was obvious but you looked to Yunho. “What’s in this fucking thing?”

He took another bite of his. “You don’t like filling?”

He smiled, his fangs on display.

“F-F-u-ck,” your body pulsed roughly. You sunk to your knees with palms flat on the floor while your mouth watered profusely. Eyes glowing red, you looked up to where your boyfriend was knelt in front of you. He swiped his hand in the air as some of the pain and odd sensations dissipated. You knew he took away some of the pain as he had before. This time it made it slightly more bearable. Before it only dulled the pain enough to keep you from tearing at everything in your proximity.

You felt like a rapid animal as you regained a piece of your senses.

“Yeah baby, six months isn’t enough.”

*

Yunho’s mind couldn’t rest.

He watched you slept peacefully as he sat worried in the dark. You slept so soundly it was as if your life was as it was six months ago. Before he ruined your life.

That night haunts him constantly. He’s wanted to leave for so long, knowing he doesn’t deserve you. Someone who ruined your life doesn’t deserve your kindness and love. But he also knew he couldn’t abandon you to deal with the intense change he caused. It was better to stay by you rather than run like a coward.

He thinks about how the one spark of awareness saved him from ripping your jugular out. The one hint of your smell activated the smallest part of recognition to pull him back from the most monstrous vampiric instincts.

The vision of you naked bleeding out in his arms was almost too much to bear. Knowing he did it made him more lost. He acted without thought, moving not of his own volition. He watched like a passenger in his own body as he sliced at his arm and put the wound to your mouth. It dripped down your throat steadily.

His dark blood spilled from your mouth.

He waiting with bated breath before you convulsed. Eyes popping open to glow red before your throat released the worst scream he ever heard. So inhumane he feared he made a worse choice.

Through his squinted eyes as he flinched away from the sound he saw the fangs emerging in your open mouth.

Your eyes bled human red before running his darker color.

The screaming finally ceased. Your body began to sway. Yunho quickly caught your shoulders once again as you fell back.

He was breathing hard as the trauma of what just unfolded set in.

He couldn't dwell on it as he got to work preparing for when you woke up.

Currently he sighed as he pushed away the horrible memory.

He had to figure out the best course of action for what comes next.

A quick text was sent before he climbed into bed behind you. His heart swelled as he felt you move into his warmth more before relaxing.

He loved you so much that he could never forgive himself but maybe one day you could.

Vampire Training ch.1 | jyh

ch. 1: walls pairing: Vampire!Yunho x Reader genre: pre-established relationship, magic, angst, smut, fighting warnings: claustrophobia, mentions of blood, violence, shower sex, fighting, mentions of c*tting (not for the purposes of s3lf harm), drinking blood, nightmare

♡ series masterlist ♡

The walls close in.

Bit by bit they seal your fate. The only door taunting you as you tug and pull frantically.

One wall touches your shoulder, pushing you with it. You push against it, legs pushing against the floor as if you could force the whole thing back. Frenzied movements against the ground change as you turn around to claw at it. Maybe attempting to climb or maybe trying to dig through the wall. There wasn’t a plan or hope, just pure desperation. Resting against it on your shoulder giving one last push, you become aware of the tears. There’s nothing else to do as the other wall finally touches your other shoulder. 

The weight of both walls restrict and move you. The pressure filling you at once then more and more. You feel sharpness shoot out of your gums and on instinct cry out before biting down hard.

“OW! FUCK”

Your eyes shoot open. Thank god it’s over. You recognize the warmth within a second before anything else comes back to you. Slowly, you feel the arms around you and the head resting against yours. You feel the neck bleeding from where your fangs are still sunk in and the wetness from your tears on the exposed skin all the way down between you.

Gently, you remove your mouth, laving over the wound carefully. It would heal quickly anyway but this was your unspoken apology. Like a dog licking their owner after misbehaving.

Only this wasn’t your fault. You breathed out qwuelling the familiar anger that wanted to bubble up. This wasn’t the time. You wanted all the comfort that came from being right there.

“Which dream?”

“The walls” you replied quietly.

“I’m sorry.” his sleep filled voice was sincere. You knew that. Yet you again couldn’t respond to it. You never could.

“I don’t wanna sleep anymore.” a sob building in your throat, he nods. He knows better than to speak right now. Swiftly, he moves to the edge of the bed with you still in his arms. He scoops you up fully as he stands to bring you to the bathroom.

As he starts the shower, you don’t dare look at the mirror. He glances over as he plays with the shower knobs, noticing your aversion to it. The face he loves completely wet with tears, slightly red from both released and held emotions, mouth and chin covered in blood-his- and eyes downcast and far away. He sighs turning back to the water.

You don’t notice he’s walking back until he’s right in front of you pulling up your shirt. He helps you shed your clothes before doing the same to his own. He guides you into the water, watching you carefully for some sign that it helps. He nearly smiles seeing your shoulders relax. 

With careful hands he rubs at the drying blood with his thumb. You look up as if finally seeing him for the first time since you woke up. Your eyes stare at him with no hint of the conflict you felt moments prior.

You could see him clearly again. Your Yunho. The one you loved so deeply.

He’s simultaneously your savior and your jailor. The one that locked you in this prison disguised as a home yet saved you. He saved you from the dark depths of bloodlust and insanity though he dropped you into its grasp to begin with.

Yet when you look at him in moments like this it feels like he hung the moon. Everything is done with care for you, a smile gracing his lips most of the time as he does whatever you ask.

Though you were still a little dazed he knew the signs of what you wanted as you placed your hands gently on his neck. He searched your face a moment more for something before feeling satisfied to lean in. He gave you what you wanted when he could. He gave you pleasure every moment you wanted it and his arms for comfort when you needed.

In hot and heavy moments like these he always gave his all but now pushed himself past that to try to atone for the sin he committed against you.

His body pushed yours against the wall. Your hands slid down, holding his waist as you surrendered yourself to him. The feeling of his lips giving you more than you could ever want from a kiss. He tried to explain it before but you just cared it was him.

Passionately, he held you tightly as he fucked you against the slippery shower wall. Nails digging into his wet shoulders as he rolled and grinded his hips into you again and again. Your lips barely parted as he brought you over the edge twice.

You watch him quietly as he dries you, attentively patting every wet spot with the fluffy towel.

When he finally reaches your neck and notices your eyes on him he smiles. A hint of nervousness in it not going unnoticed. You simply smile and give him a sweet peck.

*

“One hour!”

“No.”

“Thrity minutes!”

“No.”

“Five minutes?” you were getting desperate now.

He paused what he was doing as if considering it. Though he wasn’t looking at you, it sparked a miniscule amount of hope until…“Nope.”

“UGHHHHHHH”

You begged him everyday to let you go outside. The off white walls of your apartment were honestly starting to make you sick.

It has been 6 months since the night Yunho turned you.

His words from that night haunted you constantly in the beginning. “I killed you.” Things were better now but they just sat in the back of your brain for dark or quiet moments where you were left with only your thoughts.

“It’s for you and everyone else. It’s-”

“Not safe.”you sighed finishing the familiar sentence with him. “I know”

A sad look drew down his handsome features. “You're still too unstable.”

You sat up. “How do you know? I’ve been cooped up for so long my body must be used to whatever now!”

He wanted to sigh and tell you it’s not “whatever”, considering he has explained the changes multiple times but instead, he smiled. “Maybe you're right. It’s got to be fine now.”

He stopped chopping vegetables to take a container from the cabinet. “I forgot to tell you I made these.” He pulled the lid of so you could see the small pastries.

You perked up as you grabbed one. “Thank you! Do you really mean it though?”

“We have to be sure like you said.”

You weren’t sure what changed his mind so easy this time since you were sure you made that argument before but you weren’t going to question it. Taking a huge bite of the sweet treat your brows furrowed.

Goosebumps spreading, tastebuds tingling, skin warm, fangs emerging. As you finally looked down you saw the red running down your hand. You instinctively licked your lip tasting it further.

The answer was obvious but you looked to Yunho. “What’s in this fucking thing?”

He took another bite of his. “You don’t like filling?”

He smiled, his fangs on display.

“F-F-u-ck,” your body pulsed roughly. You sunk to your knees with palms flat on the floor while your mouth watered profusely. Eyes glowing red, you looked up to where your boyfriend was knelt in front of you. He swiped his hand in the air as some of the pain and odd sensations dissipated. You knew he took away some of the pain as he had before. This time it made it slightly more bearable. Before it only dulled the pain enough to keep you from tearing at everything in your proximity.

You felt like a rapid animal as you regained a piece of your senses.

“Yeah baby, six months isn’t enough.”

*

Yunho’s mind couldn’t rest.

He watched you slept peacefully as he sat worried in the dark. You slept so soundly it was as if your life was as it was six months ago. Before he ruined your life.

That night haunts him constantly. He’s wanted to leave for so long, knowing he doesn’t deserve you. Someone who ruined your life doesn’t deserve your kindness and love. But he also knew he couldn’t abandon you to deal with the intense change he caused. It was better to stay by you rather than run like a coward.

He thinks about how the one spark of awareness saved him from ripping your jugular out. The one hint of your smell activated the smallest part of recognition to pull him back from the most monstrous vampiric instincts.

The vision of you naked bleeding out in his arms was almost too much to bear. Knowing he did it made him more lost. He acted without thought, moving not of his own volition. He watched like a passenger in his own body as he sliced at his arm and put the wound to your mouth. It dripped down your throat steadily.

His dark blood spilled from your mouth.

He waiting with bated breath before you convulsed. Eyes popping open to glow red before your throat released the worst scream he ever heard. So inhumane he feared he made a worse choice.

Through his squinted eyes as he flinched away from the sound he saw the fangs emerging in your open mouth.

Your eyes bled human red before running his darker color.

The screaming finally ceased. Your body began to sway. Yunho quickly caught your shoulders once again as you fell back.

He was breathing hard as the trauma of what just unfolded set in.

He couldn't dwell on it as he got to work preparing for when you woke up.

Currently he sighed as he pushed away the horrible memory.

He had to figure out the best course of action for what comes next.

A quick text was sent before he climbed into bed behind you. His heart swelled as he felt you move into his warmth more before relaxing.

He loved you so much that he could never forgive himself but maybe one day you could.

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I can’t tell tone from this but like I mentioned I’m trying my best :’) I’m working WAAAY more than I thought. I’m not even getting home until really late. I haven’t even been able to read October writings from my favorite writers on here yet😭

I’m trying to do a lot better than last year and make sure the ones that are queued are ready too.

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