It was dark out, the sky moonless and seemingly void of stars, thick clouds shielding the earth from their flickering beauty.

As a kid, you had disliked nights like these, your preference for the light clear as day. You had never much flourished in the dark, always at your best whenever some light was present.

Funny how some things could change so drastically in such a short amount of time.

You hadn’t known Yeosang that long, but long enough that his love for the darkness had rubbed off on you. Because unlike you, he lived for nights like these, when the world was nothing but coated in the darkest of inks, shadows bleeding into one another until they were indistinguishable. 

“What are you thinking about?” came the soft voice of your boyfriend. He had always been soft-spoken, as far as you were aware. Not that he needed to raise his voice, especially not when the world around you lay silent and vast asleep.

“You,” you answered, looking over your shoulder to send a smile his way. He was closer than you had anticipated, his slim yet sturdy firm almost pressed against your back, some ignorable inches the only thing keeping the two of you apart. You could feel it now, now that you were aware of it: that typical cold breeze that always radiated from his body. 

His hands were steady as he placed them on your hips, locking you in, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your head. 

“I’m hardly interesting enough to think about,” he muttered against your hair, the sound a little muffled.

“On the contrary,” you countered, turning around in his grip with practiced ease. The sight in front of you never left you anything short of breathless, Yeosang’s beauty nothing but ethereal and out of this world. 

His hair, as black as the darkest inks, was pushed away from his forehead, giving free range to his delicate features, and exposing the slight birthmark underneath his eye that almost, but not entirely, blended into his pale skin. Tonight, his eyes were a light blue, captivating you even though you knew them to be contacts. It was such a stark contrast, but beautiful nonetheless. 

“Hey,” you breathed, unable to keep a smile from forming.

“Hey,” Yeosang echoed, mirroring your smile, before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you look like this?” he asked, making your smile widen.

You nodded. “You have, every single time we stand in front of this particular window.”

“Doesn’t make the words any less true,” he hummed, placing delicate kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nuzzling right below your ear. He breathed in, letting out a low and barely-there sound.

“Sangie?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“When was the last time you fed?”

A beat of silence, and then, in the softest of whispers, “Three weeks ago.”

You gasped, leaning back a little so you could look your boyfriend in the eye. “Three weeks?”

Yeosang smiled weakly, guilt edged in his too-fair features. “Give or take.”

Three weeks was long, too long, and the both of you knew that. 

You sighed, caressing Yeosang’s cheek. It was cold beneath your fingertips. “Why didn’t you ask?”

“I can’t keep asking you, dear.”

“I distinctively recall me saying that I offered it. You don’t have to ask for it.”

“But--” 

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head. With a sigh, more out of a strange sense of endearment than annoyance, you bared your neck, giving Yeosang unlimited access to the spot he had been nuzzling before. “Feed, Sangie.”

There was a moment of silence, where the suspense was thick and heavy in the air, before Yeosang’s composure broke, and he lunged forward, his lips latching onto your skin and his teeth, his fangs, piercing through.

And as your eyes latched upon the dark night still visible through the window, your mind hazy with the pleasure that always accompanied the feeding experience, you couldn’t help but think of how perfect Yeosang was for this, how well he fitted into this life that was no longer entirely humane.

Because after all, even in the end that would never come for him, he was and would always be a creature of the night.

Dhajshsjshwhja, this is actually making me all soft and mushy? 🥺 thank you so much for this, I really appreciate this ❤️

You couldn’t do it anymore.



It had happened too many times now, too often, and you were tired of the game, tired of constantly plummeting back into the nightmare your life was slowly becoming.


The entire situation had once again been blown out of proportion, something insignificant becoming something that was far too significant to ignore. There was no way around it anymore, no matter how hard you tried. Something between you and San had broken, something that had once been so strong and beautiful.


But frustration always ebbed at the surface these days, tinting your views and words, tinting situations that had once been, but would never be again.


Tears slid down your cheeks as you vividly remembered the most recent fight, the sole reason why you had escaped the house and found yourself walking in the pouring rain, the world around you seemingly crying with you.


“Go then,” San had yelled, a heartbroken pain edged into his cat-like features you had always found so pretty. “Go, and don’t come back.”


You had begged, because you always begged, knowing he never meant those words. But they hurt, as they always did, and they left your heart in a fragile stage, the cracks growing each time it happened.


And then he had whispered those words through his own frustrated tears, ripping your heart apart, leaving you to bleed in the loss of a love that once was, but would never be.


“I never want to see you again.”


The words repeated themselves in your head as you walked through the deserted city, your coat clinging to your skin as the rain drenched it.


Perhaps, you thought through the haze of emotions that plagued your heart in soul, perhaps you should heed his words, just this once, and never return. You loved him, as you had loved him for years. But even you knew the love between you two had become toxic, something that didn’t quite work like it used to.


And frankly, you were tired… So tired.


“Hey, little light, what are you doing out here in the rain?”


You looked up, startled by the voice you didn’t recognize. Beside you stood a boy, his dark hair long and wavy as it framed his face, a mole underneath his left eye, his body shielded from the rain by the gigantic umbrella he was carrying.


You couldn’t help but look at the man in front of you, frowning as you tried to form an answer that was polite, yet wouldn’t give away the mess that was your life.


But the stranger frowned then, concern overtaking his features, and he moved forward, holding the umbrella so it was shielding you from the rain too. Tentatively, he moved a hand to your cheek, wiping away the droplets of rain and tears.


“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle, and something in you broke, something that had been trying so hard to keep everything together.


It broke, and with it broke the dam that had kept the tears from flowing freely.


“I’m sorry,” you muttered through your tears, “I don’t know why a stranger asking me if I’m okay is making me cry even more.”


The stranger smiled then. “Wooyoung.”


“What?”


“My name’s Wooyoung. Now I’m not a stranger anymore. If you want, you can tell me what’s bothering you. I might not be able to give you advice, but it might help getting it off your chest.”


You looked at the stranger, at Wooyoung, and found nothing but friendly warmth and comfort in his face. Perhaps it was insanity, perhaps it was something else, but you found yourself telling everything, from the moment you and San fell in love, to the moment everything started to fall apart.


Wooyoung listened, holding his umbrella to shield the both of you from the slowly dying rain, always attentive, never interrupting you.


It wasn’t until you heaved a particularly loud sob, after you had told him everything, that he caressed your cheek once more.


“Seems like you already know what to do, little light.”


You opened your mouth to answer, to tell him you were scared and didn’t know, but your phone ringing the ringtone you knew so well made you close your mouth instantly.


Wooyoung smiled knowingly. “That’s him, isn’t it?” You could only nod. “Go on, take the call. I’ll be here for you.”


And somehow, the promise of comfort from a man you had just met, gave you enough courage to grab your phone and take the call.


“Babe, I’m so sorry,” came San’s instant voice, apologies rolling off his tongue like they always did. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it.”


“I know,” you sighed. “I know, San, but I can’t do this anymore.”


“What do you mean?”


“Sorry, I’m not sorry,” you breathed, almost choking on the words. But you looked up, right into the warmth and comforting eyes of a stranger who somehow didn’t feel like a stranger at all, and all of a sudden, you knew he was right. You did know what to do. And as you took a shaky breath, you uttered the words you never thought you would say: “You’re never gonna see me again.”