𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝𝟡

-나는 그들의 것, 그들의 내 꺼야-

-mingyu's pov-

after seungcheol dismissed us all, we all went our separate ways so i decided to get some rest

but as i walked to my bedroom i passed wonwoo's and there was a scent of blood in the air, it made me stop in my tracks and turn to his bedroom door

i urgently walked in

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"tell me they didn't do what i think they did" i said to myself as i opened the door, dread growing inside me, almost afraid of what i'll see

she was sitting on his lap and blood was dripping down her neck and down her collarbone. what i wished to not be true, was happening right in front of my eyes. he was gently kissing her ears and holding her tight. but she had her eyes closed as if she was in heaven

"hyung" i softly spoke out, trying to draw their attention. my eyes turning red from the blood on her body, he turned his face to me, his eyes also red and glowing, blood dripping down his chin, "you moron" i whispered as i walked to there side

"sorry, i know you guys didn't want me to, but i needed to help him. he was in pain" she said as she looked at me with sad eyes, "i'm not angry at you areum" i stated as i glared at wonwoo

he looked away in guilt, "here" i said to her as i bit my wrist and offered it to her, "it'll heal the wound on your neck" i said to her as i kept glaring at wonwoo

she seemed rather uncomfortable as she took my hand and started drinking. it must be strange for her to do something like this. we've been drinking blood for centuries so it's normal to us but not to her

"areum, go to your room and clean yourself up, make sure you aren't caught" i ordered her when she was finished. i still didn't look at her, i was seething with anger at him

when i heard the door close behind me i started speaking, "how much of an idiot can you be!? you shouldn't have let her do that!" i screamed at him as i grabbed his collar and balled my fists, "you would have done the same thing and you know it, i was in pain! i couldn't bare it anymore" he screamed back at me

"tell me you don't imagine what her blood tastes like" he said to me, "say it!" he shouted in my face

i let him go by throwing him back on the bed, "i'm right and you know it" he said as his vampiric features became more visible

"so what, at least i didn't take advantage of her" i growled at him, "i didn't take advantage of her. she offered and i was in pain"

i looked at her blood on his lips

it was tempting

what wonwoo said was true, i fantasize about what her blood tastes like and i'm rather ashamed of it

she's the woman i love but sometimes all i can think about is what her blood tastes like

when vampires are in a relationship with another one of their kind, they share blood, meaning they drink from each other. blood sharing is something extremely intimate and it's something you only do with your significant other. it shows the bond you have with each other and it's something i would like to do with areum

but she's human... and i can't force that on her, and she must be a vampire to do it... and again that must be her decision. i would've wanted her to live a normal human life but i fell in love with her and so are some of my brothers, meaning she's most likely not going to live the life i would want her to have

but it's all up to her in the end

"here, you can taste it yourself" he wiped part of the blood that was on his lips and offered it to me

i stared at it, contemplating whether i should do it

fuck it

i grabbed wonwoo by the neck and kissed his bloody lips, tasting the blood in the process. i pushed him back on the bed and kissed him with passion

wonwoo and i are somewhat together, after abella passed away we stayed together but we never really talked about what we are to each other, so i've always considered us to be in almost a relationship but closer to friends with benefits

the passionate kiss turned into a heated make out session

his lips tasted amazing, i don't know if it was the blood or the fact that i haven't been able to kiss him in months. either way it was delicious to me

but when i realized what i was doing i pulled away and pushed him away from me

we were both out of breath and panting to get air in our bodies

"got your fill" he said to me with a smirk, "shut up" i growled back

"what do you think?" he asked me as he sat up on the bed. i knew what he meant, how was her blood?

"amazing" i muttered underneath my breath

"you really shouldn't feel guilty about wanting to know what she tastes like" he said, "don't you remember when you first tasted blood?" he asked as he patted the bed for me to sit down

"i still remember the night we became vampires, i even remember the man who turned us" i answered back

he chuckled at my response, "what was his name again?" "um i think it was dorian" i chuckled as i remember the mans face

he was a man that lived in london but he spent most of his time in the castle of the royals. he worked for them. dorian was a handsome man, he had pale skin with beautiful dark locks and dark gray eyes. he had a sharp jawline and very distinctive features

myungho painted a picture of him before he decided to turn us all; he still keeps that picture somewhere

he says it reminds him of a simpler time

-670 years in the past-

-seungcheol's pov-

"seokmin are you almost done with that sword. the knight wants it by tomorrow" i asked him as he took the sword out of the water

"it might take another two days, i'm not sure" he responded as he looked at the burning hot sword in front of him

seokmin and i worked as blacksmiths along with mingyu and joshua. joshua was the one that taught us how to make swords and other things, without him we wouldn't be able to make a living, i'm sure we'd be dead by now

"can't you stay later and keep working on it?" i asked him as i walked closer to him to look at the blade myself, "it wouldn't make much of a difference"

"i suppose" i looked at the other swords we had finished today, "i should go deliver these. when you're done for today go home and bring the others with you" i said to him as i started putting the swords in sheaths so that i would be able to deliver them to our clients

i walked outside of the small blacksmith shop, the afternoon sun hitting my face, the warmth of the day was at full blaze. it was a sweltering heat

i made my way through town, greeting the people as i saw them in the street

good thing the plague hasn't made it into the town yet, i smiled, we're lucky

the barracks were on the other side of the village, meaning i spent most of the day walking there through the muddy streets and by the time i made my journey back to our home it was already past dark

"guys i'm home" i said as i walked through the front door of our small house

it was only four walls and a roof, but those four walls held my thirteen brothers and their families

we loved simple lives, most of us worked as farmers for the lord of the land. we lived in his land and did work for him. we were mere peasants for him

seokmin, joshua, mingyu and i on the other hand were blacksmiths that also worked for him, most of the money we made went to the lord but we still kept a bit for ourselves to survive

myungho was a farmer just like the others but he also painted and was the lord personal painter for him and his family. he was the one that the lord favored the most because of his talents

"it took you all day to get the barracks" jeonghan teased as i sat down across from him, "the barracks are on the other side of town, it always takes all day to get there" i responded as i looked at the bread and rye rice in front of me

it's always the same food... but i can't complain, we're luckier than most people

"i suppose that's true" he sat up and looked at the food in front of him just like i did

"did you hear myungho has a new client?" chan said beside me, "new client?" i repeated, my eyebrows furrowed

"a man was passing by the lord's house and liked his talent, he said he wanted myungho to paint him" he said with excitement in his voice, "that's good. hopefully he pays well" i muttered the second bit as i bit into the stale bread

getting money for food has always been hard and we're always in desperate need of it

"don't worry i pay as well as nobles" someone said behind me, catching me by surprise

i turned around and saw a man in his early twenties, "my lord, i'm sorry" i quickly stood up and bowed to the man

he chuckled, "i am no lord, i am a mere servant like you" he said, "sir, we aren't servants we're peasant that work in the fields" jeonghan said as he too stood up and bowed

"sir, would you mind taking a seat so that i could get started" myungho pointed with his hand towards a chair by the fire, there was an easel right beside it with a half-painted canvas on it

"if you don't mind me asking, how can you pay as well as the nobles?" i asked him as o sat back down on the table

"i work for the royal family, i serve them and it comes with a few advantages" he sat down on the chair and myungho began his work

"the royal family" i muttered to myself in surprise, "how did you even start serving them?" i asked in disbelief as i leaned forward in my chair

he started to pose so that myungho could paint him, he sat down and faced to the side so that myungho could paint his side profile

"my family has served the royal family for generations" he muttered trying not to move his lips

"that must be a great honor" jeonghan spoke leaning back in his chair to look at myungho's canvas

"it really isn't. the prince is total pain in the ass" he chuckled

i glanced at jeonghan to see his expression, he had the same face i did, pure shock

"sir, you work for them, how can you speak so ill of them?" i said, not believing his words

"please call me dorian, and i can say that because i've known the brat since he was born. i can also say that because i'm not afraid of them" he said, not moving from the position he was in

"oh" chan expressed, just as shocked as us

i was going to ask him something but before i could get a word out sofia walked in to the house

"what we're you doing out so late?" i asked, my previous expression of shock leaving and changing to one of concern

"i... i um- there is..." she couldn't finish her sentence because of her heavy breathing

"the p-plague has started to spread in the v-village..." she stuttered out, bringing a hand to go through her hair and she wiped off the sweat on her forehead, she was panting like she couldn't breathe

a/n hello peeps! i'm back! also happy birthday wonwoo!!

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