*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡𝟘

-나는 그들의 것, 그들은 내 꺼야-

as his hands roam her body and they are distracted by each other's body, they do not notice when mingyu opens the door and enters, quietly closing the door behind him.

but what does make them notice his presence is when he clears his throat, drawing their attention to him. a gasp left areum's lips as she saw his figure in the darkness of the room.

"mingyu," she hurriedly got off wonwoo and stepped back.

"no-no, don't let me interrupt," sarcasm dripped from his words as he spoke.

"i'm sure you would enjoy that," areum was close enough to hear wonwoo whisper underneath his breath, a little shock flashing in her eyes.

"what do you want?" he met the younger's eyes. there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes, annoyed that they were disturbed.

"seungcheol doesn't trust you when you are in this state. and frankly, neither do i," he said, "so i'm here to supervise." a sultry smirk appeared on his lips. it was clear to them both that mingyu was enjoying this situation immensely.

-wonwoo's pov-

of course, they have every right not to trust me, but it still stings.

"so, go on," he lifted his hand.

the entire we were speaking, areum was sitting on the bed looking down with a sheepish look on her face, embarrassed at what had just happened.

i felt slightly bitter at the situation, but nonetheless, the hunger was eating me alive. i wanted to make it bearable for her and let her have some pleasure.

so i sat down next to her and lifted her chin.

i regret having her do this for you. this is slowly turning perverse like i'm taking advantage of the girl that i love and that loves me. this isn't something she shouldn't have to do. i regret being so selective about what i drank.

maybe if i forced myself to drink various different types, this wouldn't be happening.

she looked at me with the same beautiful big eyes she had, the whole galaxy in her eyes. there was the same sheepish look on her face.

this time i grabbed her hand gently, our eyes meeting for a moment before i looked down at her hand again.

this girl has utterly captured my heart.

-areum's pov-

he took my hands with the gentlest touch, looking at me for a moment for reassurance.

he sunk his teeth into my wrist, and once again i felt that immense wave of euphoria wash over me.

it's the strangest feeling. it's an immeasurable amount of peace that takes over like there isn't a single problem in the world.

it's as if i wasn't sad that i hadn't had any contact with the others in weeks like i wasn't worried about how they were. like i wasn't miserable without them.

and then it was over before it even began.

and i was back in that dark room with them.

that feeling that comes over you, there's nothing like that. it's a high that i never want to come down from.

however, when it ends it's horrible.

all the pain in the world comes back to me.

wonwoo wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and looked back at me for a moment, but he forced himself to look away from me. after years of knowing them, it can be easy to know what they're feeling sometimes.

he was feeling the guilt. He thinks he's forcing me to do this. but all want is for him to not hurt anymore.

for a moment he couldn't look away from the floor, but he soon quickly looked back up at me and pulled me into a hug. it was one of those hugs that feel like it is the last one you'll have with that person like you'll never see them again, a last goodbye.

it's a desperation to feel each other one last time, "thank you," he whispered into my ear.

"areum, are you are you going to sleep in your room tonight?" mingyu interrupted us. "vernon isn't here so i don't know if you're willing to sleep alone."

sometimes it is so reassuring to know that someone else knows about your fears, and they take care of you. they've always taken care of me, ever since i can remember, they're always been there for me. it felt good.

of course, there's always the flipside to that, when the person that knows your fears takes advantage of that. eunjung took advantage of that. i remember that day vividly. i remember how much i cried and begged her to stop as she kicked my gut repeatedly, over and over again. i remember now i snapped and told her about the guys, she teased and mocked me for not having parents.

she called me a slut, that i only lived with them because i gave them sex. she created baseless rumors about me, unimaginable things. i tried to get pity out of her but it was useless, she hated me no matter what i did.

i remember how much i cried in mingyu's arms, telling him lies that i was just having a bad day, i remember how miserable i felt.

but at the end of the day, knew i still had them there for me.

"i'll sleep here, with wonwoo," i looked up at him and then back at mingyu. We held eye contact for a full five seconds before he spoke again. "are you sure?" he said. and again, looked at wonwoo and the empty expression he always held.

"yes," i responded with the slightest smile.

mingyu stop leaning on the wall and turned to the door, but before he even started walking towards it, he turned to us again. he held a smirk on his lips, almost blatantly teasing me with it.

he walked towards us with meaningful steps, sitting down beside me. i could feel wonwoo from my other side shift in his place.

he took my bleeding hand, I didn't even realize it was bleeding and pulled it up toward his face, he was trying to tease me.

and it was working.

i felt the blood rush to my face. his rough, coarse hands against the softness of mine felt exhilarating.

he started licking the small drops that were on my arm, slowly making his way up.

this was something i've experienced before, having someone else's tongue on you is an arousing feeling, but coming from him was strange. something i've never seen before.

that same sultry smirk was on his face.

my breathing became shallow, panicky almost. my shallow breaths were the only sound in the room, making the atmosphere even more sensual.

he kissed and licked my hands until it was almost clean from the blood before he looked back at me, pure lust in his eyes.

he looked like he was willing to take me at that moment, completely disregarding wonwoo's presence beside me.

but just as he started to lean into a kiss, he pulled away leaving me midway, "that was revenge," he uttered, "i'm still a jealous man," he cocked a brow at me.

all the tension i was feeling, building up to finally get something but dissipating to nothing was a punishment, and a very good one. but it's karma, it is something I've done to him unintentionally, so it was well-deserved. still doesn't take away the frustration.

"stop torturing her," i heard wonwoo growl (?) from behind. mingyu chuckled at his words.

"fine-fine," he said, still the smirk remained on his face.

"here," he bit into his hand in an instant and brought it to my lips. the blood oozed from his hand, dripping down to his wrists.

i took his hand into my mouth and drank. it pains me that this is becoming normal. that this doesn't faze me anymore, not like it used to. i used to be queasy just at the thought of blood. this new world that i've been forced into has forced me to adapt to things i never even thought were real.

vampires, greek god reincarnations, it all seems crazy now that i've gotten some perspective.

"are you okay?" mingyu brought back my attention to him. "you've been staring off into the distance for the last few minutes," he said, a confusing smile on his lips.

"yeah, i'm fine," chuckled to relieve the tension i felt.

for a moment, just a single moment, i was scared. scared of what my life has become. for a moment, i missed the simplicity and the melodrama that real life has to offer.

i looked back at where wonwoo was sitting, only to find him laying on his back, staring at the void that is the bedroom ceiling. i swear you can get lost in your thoughts as you stare up at the blank space.

i wanted to feel his cold warmth, his skin is as cold as ice but there's still a warmth to it, to all of them.

and then i laid on my back as well, joining him to stave into the void. the entire time mingyu stared at us, observing our movements, my movements.

"are you okay?" i mumbled as i looked at his side profile. he took a deep breath before he spoke, "i'm fine," the softest smile appeared on his face. the cold expression melting away as he looked back into my eyes.

"i just want to sleep by your side," he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into an embrace i couldn't escape, but i didn't mind it, because it was him.

and then i felt mingyu come up behind me and join. i was now the middle spoon. And i loved it.

i felt like the safest person in the world, to know that i had both of them by my side as i slept was calming. and it felt even better knowing i could help wonwoo, even if it was in a small way.

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