my rosentine ii.

Failure of judgment leads you to the wrong side of the town; on the opposite side of your mate. part i.

↝ vampire!taeyong x f!reader

↝ 10k words

↝ graphic smut.

↝ warning: brief mention of rape, mention of blood, fire, and character death.

“He can’t turn you, he won’t ever subject to this type of life. It’s not even life. He wants to, but he won’t be able to.” He placed his hands on your face, thumbs caressing the worn skin of your irritated cheeks. “That’s why I thought I’d do it for him. Do you want it? Do you want eternal life with Taeyong? To venture on with him, just you and him, forever?”

A courage and a desire spiked your mind. Yes, you want it.

“A nod isn’t enough, my love.” He chuckled. “Say it.”

Your breath hitched. “Yes, I want it.”

The inevitable screech of knife and fork against a porcelain plate ripped you out of your daze, your eyes falling out of their locked position out the window, at the lake, which you couldn’t exactly see, and falling to your empty plate. You couldn’t even remember eating up all your food. How long had you been taking bites of nothing? Spread before you were books, some probably the age of the Rosentine itself, all of them about the same subject.

Vampires.

Freewanderers and members of elite clans alike, origins, history, manners, traditions, and diet. You had so many questions and only a handful of them was being answered. Rather, the more questions that received an answer, the more questions popped up. There was so much to it and so little of it was recorded. You felt so hopeless with knowing so little. But perhaps this was all a big distraction to keep your mind off Johnny. Inside you was still a sense of numbness; a sense of feeling smaller, lesser than before.

You checked the time onto the wall, 4 in the morning and the light above you had a stinging yellow hue and tired your eyes. You should have been asleep, but an empty stomach had woken you up at 2, and here you were, seated at the modern island in the midst of the kitchen and studying. Not what you were supposed to study, of course not; school was really the least of your worries. You, instead, wondered how Taeyong and the others were doing, and what was happening four hours away where the seniors of the Lee family sat.

With the plates dumped in the sink, and your bottom returned to the tall chair by the island, you returned to the book that was opened and forgotten. The History of the Elites, which didn’t tell you more than you knew, but you kept skimming the pages either way. You were looking for the name Seo, to see if Johnny had someone behind him that you could contact for answers. To see if there was a story behind him. But there was no such luck. Taeyong’s words then resounded in your mind;

“Seo might not be his real name, but we don’t know that.”

And there it was again; the unknowing. It was itching over your whole being.

had to REUPLOAD >:(( tumblr being an absolute poopyhead

also just a heads up, I’m still a retired writer :(( my intention with the rosentine and returning to posting in general was just to finish old projects *ahem* AL but rosentine will get a new part and I’ll stay and try finish up the rest of AL ❤️