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Thirst [2/?]

Title: Thirst
Pairings/Characters: main!kyumin, implied!eunhae, onesided!kihae, possible!minwook (with SM stars and U-KISS)
Rating: taking little tippy-toes out of the PG-13 region 0.o
Summary: Kyuhyun is attacked in a dark alley one night, and nothing will ever be the same again.
Theme: Vamp!AU, HS!AU, dark themes, blood and gore.
Genre: general, angst, drama, romance with a bit of fluff and crack at the side.

Chapter 2

Kibum wasn't kidding when he said that things would look clearer when he woke up.

'This must be what it feels like to be a hawk' Kyuhyun thought, as he watched the pilot of an airplane passing by pick his nose. The other guy beside the pilot was slumped over his chair, probably asleep. Kyuhyun could see the stubble on the sleeping man’s chin.

'He hasn't shaved yet.' was his immediate thought.

Then the airplane was swallowed by the clouds and Kyuhyun couldn't see it anymore. He was forced to look for another far away thing to look at. Anything but the window sill, or the blanket wrapped around him, something like that bird feeding its chicks on the other mountain, because then, it would seem as if he had his old eyesight, back when things weren't so clear. Because if he looked at anything close to him right now, he'd have to fight the nausea off again. The grains in the wood and the dust motes in the air just jumped at you, everything, everything was filled with patterns and small imperfections that Kyuhyun had never seen before and he had so much trouble trying to take it all in. It was very very disconcerting to be able to see all the stitches on your blanket, all the pores on the walls and all the individual colors in the light, especially since his brain just wasn't made to take in all these details at one time. Kyuhyun could feel a headache coming on.

"Kui Xian?"

Kyuhyun didn't turn around. He had a feeling that he'd vomit if he did. And Kui Xian wasn't even his name. He sighed, and then regretted it instantly as the dust motes visibly billowed around his face. Gross. How could they possibly live with this? Kyuhyun sighed again, inwardly this time.

"Hey, I brought your clothes, your cell phone and wallet and all the other things you had when I, well, never mind...."

Kyuhyun only nodded very slightly, trying his best to not disturb the air around him. Heaven knows what would happen if he spoke, the dust in the air would be like tornadoes, obscuring his vision even more. Who knew that sharp vision could be so blinding?

"Well, I'm leaving now."

Kyuhyun gave a low sound of assent at the back of his throat and he was very happy to see that it only stirred the air a little bit. Too bad he couldn't stop breathing even when he was dead. Sigh.


Kyuhyun scrunched his eyes shut and groaned. Darn it, he couldn't live, or exist, like this forever. Maybe he'd just go back to sleep and when he woke up he'd back to his apartment, or his eyesight would be back to normal. Anything would be welcome. But then he was afraid too, what if when he woke up, something else had changed, enhanced. Kyuhyun pictured himself with the wings that Zhou Mi had and shuddered. No, he wouldn't want that. He dropped his head between his knees and planned to stay there for as long as he could. It was an uncomfortable position so he wouldn't fall asleep, and he couldn't see anything either so he wasn't reminded of what he was becoming. 'Everything is okay,' he told himself, ‘Everything is just fine.'

He'd been in that position for what must have been ten seconds to a minute, he didn't know, but something broke him out of his stupor. His cell phone began to ring. Kyuhyun wanted to answer it, he really did, but he also didn't want to open his eyes yet. So he got up from his seat by the window, took a step towards the bed with his eyes still closed and promptly got his feet tangled in his blankets, AGAIN.


Kyuhyun fell hard on the carpeted floors, and the worst part of it was, he wasn't able to stop his eyes from springing open when he tried to break the fall with his hands. He was immediately bombarded with dust motes, the pores on his hands and the stitching of the carpet and the way the colors shifted in a way unnoticeable to the normal human eye but not to his. Kyuhyun felt like his brain was going to explode at any moment. Too much. All too much.

His trembling arms gave and all the rest of him landed with a soft thud on the carpet. Scrunching his eyes closed again, he brought his hands up to cover his mouth as fought off the terrible nausea he felt.

Breath in.

Breath out.





Meanwhile, his phone, which was on the bed above him somewhere, gave a soft click and his own voice filtered out of the phone.

"Sorry, I can't answer your call now. Just leave a message after the beep."


Kyuhyun heard a shaky intake of breath, and the voice that followed left him wanting to reach the phone even if it killed him.


It was Sungmin, and he sounded as if he was about to cry.

"Kyuhyun-ah...where are you? P-please...please answer the phone." Sungmin’s voice broke.

Oh no. Sungmin was crying. Kyuhyun dragged himself to his knees painstakingly. He still didn't open his eyes, and his head was heavier than it had ever been before but he needed to answer that call. He groped around like a blind man in the general direction of the bed and couldn't have been more relieved when his hand caught on a soft squishy something. He crawled towards it and he roamed his hands over the surface of the bed.

"Kyu~, Aish, why am I crying.? For all i know you could just be off somewhere drinking tequila with some beautiful woman you met." Sungmin gave a watery chuckle.

Kyuhyun groped in the direction where he thought Sungmin’s voice was coming from, still not daring to open his eyes. Was this his phone? No, it was leather and smooth, that was his wallet. He threw it away. Was it this one? No, it was soft and bendy. Tissue paper? He threw that away too.

“Okay, I get it. You're not answering your phone. Fine then, just...just text me sometime, okay, Kyu? Tell me you're okay. Tell me to get lost and stop calling you. Just something."

Kyuhyun became even more frantic in his search. A thick coarse fabric, jeans. Something hard and round that made ringing rounds, the alarm clock? Why was it on his bed? Phone. Phone. Phone. Phone. Kyuhyun was very tempted to open his eyes and just go to hell with it but he knew he'd just throw up and end up not answering the phone anyway. Finally, his hand caught on something hard and smooth. Phone? Yes, he could feel the ridges and the buttons where you could plug the charger in. Definitely his phone.

"Just give me some proof that you're alive."

Kyuhyun flipped the phone open and brought it to his ear. Hopefully, it was the right way around.



He was too late.

Kyuhyun collapsed on the side of the bed, letting the phone drop to his side. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'fuck fuck fuck.' He didn't realize he was crying until he felt the hot tears slipping down his cheek. He wiped it off briskly, but more kept coming. Sungmin was looking for him, he thought, and his disappearance had already caused Sungmin pain. He could just hear it in Sungmin’s voice. And the worst part was that Kyuhyun couldn't comfort

Sungmin, couldn't fulfill Sungmin’s last request before he had hung up.

'Just give me some proof that you're alive.' Sungmin had said.

"But I'm not.' Kyuhyun whispered and his shoulders began to shake as his struggle to keep the tears from falling proved futile. "Mianhe, Min. I can't."

And then Kyuhyun broke down completely.


Kyuhyun wasn't able to call Sungmin back that day.

Not that he didn't try. He had repeatedly tried squinting at the screen just through his eyelashes to hopefully diminish the sharpened effect, but all that he saw were the pixels on the screen, and then the nausea would kick in and he'd have to shut his eyes again to drive it away. He just knew never assigning anybody to the speed dial on his phone would kick him in the ass someday.

Not being able to call Sungmin back and comfort him in his distress made for a very irritable Kyuhyun. Add the fact that he had just realized a few minutes ago that he would never be able to play Starcraft again because all he would see on the screen were the pixels and you get a very sulky one. And it was Kibum who had the misfortune to walk into the sulky Kyuhyun.

"I have your lunch here for you." he heard Kibum say somewhere above him, and then there was the rustle of plastic and the scent of fried chicken attacked his nose. Kyuhyun didn't respond.

"Hey, are you awake?" something poked Kyuhyun’s cheek

"Go away, Kibum." he grumbled, batting Kibum’s hand away irritably

"Oh, you're transformation's begun, huh?"

"Shouldn't you be at school, Kibum?" Kyuhyun snapped, turning his head away away from the sound of Kibum’s voice.

"Why should I be? It's Saturday."

"Saturday?!" Kyuhyun whipped his head back in Kibum’s direction but only barely managed to stop his eyes
from opening. "But I, he...wasn't I attacked on Wednesday?"

"Yeah." Kibum’s voice sounded amused. Seriously, Kyuhyun wanted to punch the guy. "But your body needs to transform so you're sleeping most of the time. Imagine what would happen if you transformed when you're awake. Must be painful."

"Saturday?!" Kyuhyun echoed, still not able to fully take that in, "I've been gone for three days?! Three full days?"

"Yes." Kibum said simply, and then Kyuhyun heard the unmistakable sound of Kibum walking steadily away from him.

"Wait!" He called out.

The sound of Kibum’s footfalls stopped.

"Sungmin, how is he?" Kyuhyun asked, coloring at the thought of having to ask Kibum such a question, but his concern for Sungmin won over the embarrassment.

"Mianhe, Kyuhyun." Kibum’s voice had softened and Kyuhyun had a feeling in his gut that he wouldn't like the next words that would come from Kibum’s mouth. "He hasn't been coming to school, not since the day after you were attacked. I think he's looking for you."

"Can't you visit him, please? For me?" Kyuhyun pleaded, desperately wanting to know whether Sungmin was alright or not.

"I can't." Kibum confessed, Kyuhyun rolled his hands into fists, just about ready to throw the closest thing to him, which just happened to be his cell phone, at the other man.

"Not that i don't want to. It's just...Mianhe."

"Stop saying sorry and tell me what happened already!" Kyuhyun yelled, trying to get his best angry expression on without having to open his eyes and failing.

"He's missing...and nobody knows where he went."



“How’s the invalid?”

Kibum looked up from his perch on top of the counter, and his face immediately brightened when he saw who had come in.

“His eyesight has changed already, and he’s having a hard time coping with it. But I think his biggest problem right now is his emotions. He can’t let go, Onew.”

“He’ll have to.” Onew said seating himself on the counter next to Kibum and helping himself to the bowl of specially made blood cookies he found there. “It’ll only be harder for him if he doesn’t.”

“I told him that.” Kibum complained, “But he still doesn’t get it.”

“How many days has it been since Zhou Mi changed him?” Onew asked, hopping off the counter, cookies in tow.


“He’ll be getting thirsty soon.” Onew observed. “Once he’s adjusted to his new eyes, his sense of smell will strengthen, even if he‘s awake. You have to leave, Kibum.”

Kibum scowled. “I know that. But I have to be here for him, I think. I’m the only familiar person around, and he’s still a mess over Sungmin.”

“Lee Sungmin?” Onew asked, completely forgetting about the cookies he was supposed to be eating. “You mean the Lee Sungmin. Your classmate. My brother’s classmate?”

“That’s him.”

“Well that settles things then. I’m leaving.” He turned to the window and opened it wide.

“Wait! Where are you going?!” Kibum called after him, getting off from the counter.

“It doesn’t matter. Tell Zhou Mi to get some blood prepared, and you get out of here, I don’t want you coming back until I call.” and then he jumped out of the window and flew away.

“Aish honestly, he never tells me anything.” Kibum grumbled under his breath, “If he wasn’t Donghae’s…” but he stopped mid-thought, averting his gaze from the dark shape slowly becoming smaller on the horizon, ‘No, don’t think about him,’ he thought to himself, getting a cookie, (the safe normal kind Zhou Mi baked just for him) and biting into it to try to distract him from other painful thoughts.

‘Don’t think of Donghae, Kibum. Just don‘t.”


"Have you seen this man?"


"Sorry, noona, but, have you seen this man anywhere at all?"

"Mianhe cutie, but no."

Sungmin continued on his mission in vain, obnoxiously shoving Kyuhyun’s picture in strangers faces as he hoped to find someone, anyone who'd recognize his best friend and tell him where the other man had gone, or at least tell him that they'd seen him. Just so Sungmin knew that he was alive. But his search yielded no results. and the sun was beginning to set too.

He didn't know how long he'd been doing this. A day perhaps, maybe two, Sungmin hadn't noticed, he'd eaten when he could and checked in many motels as he traveled to all the places he knew Kyuhyun frequented. All the while he laughed bitterly at how desperate he was to find his friend. Seriously, it wasn't like Kyuhyun was off dying somewhere alone. no one would have the motive to kill him.

Well, okay, maybe the teachers at school all hated him because of his snark, and maybe the children that Sungmin babysitted didn't like him because he often ignored them, but none of those were good enough reasons for a person to kill another. Heck, why was he even considering kindergarteners as murder suspects?!

Sungmin chuckled lowly to himself, causing some people to avoid him as they walked past.

"Hey you." a new voice called out to him, Sungmin spun around and then jumped back immediately when he found the man alarmingly nose to nose with him. the man leered. He was probably around Sungmin’s age, or younger, and he was quite good looking too.

"You lookin' for that guy?" the man grunted, gesturing at Kyuhyun’s picture in Sungmin’s hand. "Cho Kyuhyun was it?"

Sungmins eyes brightened up in hope. "You've seen him?" he asked excitedly, hands clasped together. He didn't realize how much he looked like a lost kitten at that moment.

"Yeah, i did." the man said, scratching his chin, "Come follow me, he might still be in his room."

And then the stranger walked away, parting the crowd as he did. Sungmin didn't even take a second to think. Sleep-deprived and to happy about the thought of finding somebody who has seen Kyuhyun, he bounded energetically after him.

"He's here?" he asked once they reached a dilapidated looking establishment, he eyed it in unease, unsure if he should trust the stranger about this.

"Yep. Owner didn't allow him to leave once he found out the guy didn't have money to pay for the drinks he bought. Been working off his debt, you see. Bet the young one is still in their somewhere, serving tables and all sorts of stuff."

"Hmph" Sungmin said, pouting, he felt really disappointed that Kyuhyun hadn't even thought to call while he was here. The man held the door open for Sungmin and he stepped in, offering the man a thankful smile.

"You know, i never got your name." Sungmin trailed off, leaving for the man to answer the question by himself. He looked kind of familiar, but Sungmin couldn’t place where he’d seen him before.

But the blaring of the stereos assaulted him and no manner of shouting would allow them to communicate to each other anymore. The bodies dancing to tantalizingly close to each other wouldn't let them pass either. But the man pressed on forward though, but not before beckoning to him as he left. Sungmin cringed at the squirming bodies in front of him, took a deep breath, and then dove right in.

The feeling of having sweaty bodies pushing at you from all sides is very uncomfortable, especially when this was your first time into a night club and you didn't even know such a place existed until you were already in it, such was the case of Sungmin. As he struggled not to squeak and squeal every time a knee, hand, or butt but collide with him in the most embarrassing of places. By the time he'd gotten out of the ocean of bodies, he was bright red, as sweaty as the rest of them, and very very dizzy.

'Aish, why would Kyu even think to go to a place like this?!"

The man gave him what Sungmin thought looked like an approving expression before he turned away, he was very troubled at that, and he thought about going back out again, but the mere idea of having to go through that 'humiliation' again made him wince. So he just followed him.

Soon, they were both inside what looked to be a dressing room. There were stalls along the walls and racks and racks of all sorts of clothes. Vivid green scarves, studded jet-black boots, tight leather pants, scarlet jackets, and a thong here and there. Sungmin’s eyes widened when he saw what looked like fluffy pink handcuffs hung up by a whip in a corner. He flushed.

"Oh will you look at that. It looks like your Kyuhyun isn't here." the man drawled, shutting the door behind him as Sungmin curiously inspected the things around him. Wait a second, was that a gag and a blindfold? What sort of place is this?!

"Where is he then?" Sungmin asked, his heart in his throat as he gazed on the offending items before him and picked one up to inspect it more closely.

"I don't know."

Sungmin stiffened when he felt the other mans breath fan over his neck. The man was standing way to close, was he interested by the diamond choker too? Sungmin put it back down, hoping to make the man go away. But he didn't, and Sungmin practically jumped when he suddenly felt arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace. Kyuhyun’s photo fell to the floor.

"Ya! What are you doing?! Let me go!" Sungmin squeaked, face reddening in embarrassment as the man tucked his face in Sungmin’s neck and breathed in his scent. Normally Sungmin would be tickled by such an action, but this was not the time to be laughing. Especially when the hands slipped under his shirt began to roam.


Kyuhyun gazed in awe at everything around him. Everything was so clear and beautiful, and for the first time, it wasn’t all attacking his brain at the same time. He’d learnt how to focus on one object and one object alone. He could still see the dust motes floating everywhere, but he could tune them out somewhat, like when you’re using a camera and you could focus on certain things and have everything else as a blur.

“See, I told you it would be alright to open you’re eyes now.” Zhou Mi said from the door frame, leaning on one side. “Your brain had time to catch up.”

“I still don’t trust you.” Kyuhyun glared at the slim man.

“I didn’t expect you to.” Zhou Mi said, flashing a grin and looking as innocent as could be.

Kyuhyun ignored him completely, looking in the other direction and crossing his arms over his chest, all the while, he tried to keep the wonder from showing on his face as he truly saw the world. Then his stomach growled. He bowed his head as Zhou Mi’s began laughing behind him.

“Go eat Kui Xian, you didn’t touch the food Kibum brought for you.”

“That’s because I couldn’t see it. How can I feed myself with my eyes closed? And my name isn’t Kui Xian!”
Kyuhyun snarled, eyes flashing, but Zhou Mi just continued to laugh at him.

Irritated, Kyuhyun stomped over to the food that Kibum bought for him, which just turned out to be McDonalds. Kyuhyun kept chanting ‘go away, go away’ in his mind but the prickling feeling that he was being watched never left him. Sighing, he flipped the carton of food open, grabbed a chicken leg, tore off a huge piece of it with his teeth and promptly spit it out again.

“What is this?! Why does it taste like dirt?!” Kyuhyun demanded, enraged, he threw the chicken at Zhou Mi angrily but, frustratingly, Zhou Mi ducked. “Are you trying to poison me? I’m dead already aren’t I?”

“Ah.” Zhou Mi said, lifting his eyebrows and smiling widely, “I didn’t expect it to happen this early.”

“Are you going to explain what you mean or not?” Kyuhyun snarled as he tried to get rid of the terrible taste from his tongue.

“Stay here. It’s time for your first drink.” and just like that, he was gone.

Kyuhyun cursed the vampire, and generally, everyone in the household for not telling him anything. He stalked over to his phone, thinking that he would call Sungmin now that he could actually see the screen, but then, there was a sudden turn of the wind, and he caught a whiff of a scent, a delicious and wonderful scent of food, and the phone slipped from between his fingers and dropped with a clatter on the ground.

His stomach growled loudly, and suddenly he felt a hunger that he’d never left before. His throat was parched and he needed to drink. He didn’t realize that there were suddenly two pointy things pressing against his bottom lip as he followed the delicious smell. That wonderful smell that invaded all areas of his brain and took over the forefront of his mind.

Food. Food. Food.

His began to salivate, he ignored Zhou Mi’s order to stay in the room and pushed the door open. Whatever it was that smelled so invitingly to him was in the room opposite his. He could just smell it and his throat tingled in anticipation.

Food. Food. Live fresh food.

The door opened and Kibum stepped out, he didn’t look to happy. Kyuhyun didn’t notice this, of course, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the wonderful vein running up Kibum’s neck and the way it just pumped full with blood. Delicious, fresh blood. Kyuhyun’s body instinctually readied itself to pounce.

“Kyuhyun!” Kibum greeted, smiling for a second, and then his eyes widened in fear when his eyes registered the fangs protruding from Kyuhyun’s mouth. He paled considerably.

“Oh Shit.”


Sungmin bucked and squirmed and fought all that he could for the man to let him go, shouting and begging as he did, but his arms were pinned to his sides by the unnaturally strong man and the music outside was just too loud for anybody to hear his cries for help, and all his fighting back got him a reaction that finally made Sungmin panic. Suddenly, there was this hard -something- poking his ass which caused his eyes to widen in alarm and for him to stop yelling for a second and Sungmin didn't want to even think about what it was.

"Get your hands off me!" Sungmin yelled as loudly as he could even though he knew that it was too no avail.

"Why should I?" the man purred in Sungmin’s ear, and Sungmin edged away. Sungmin’s breath hitched as he felt something warm and wet trailing from his shoulder up to his earlobe, was the man licking him?! Sungmin let out a sound of disgust and he could practically feel the man smiling into his neck, and then the man was biting him, sucking his neck and rolling his tongue over the sensitive skin there and Sungmin whimpered..

“So beautiful…”

'Oh please let it stop.' he thought in panic, 'let it stop.'

"No, no! Please! Just let me go! HELP! HELP!" he cried, and to his surprise, the man did let him go, and he fell on his hands and knees in front of a creepy mannequin wearing nothing but a sari. Sungmin spotted Kyuhyun’s picture from out of the corner of his eye and made to grab it, but then the man flipped him over, handling him as if he was just a rag doll, and ripped off Sungmin’s shirt, sweat glistening on his brow. Sungmin grunted as the man straddled him. He was too heavy, way too heavy.

"Get. Off. Me!" Sungmin choked out, punching madly at the area above him, there was a satisfying yelp of pain and a second later, the man was holding a hand over one eye.

"Why you..." the man growled, and then he attacked, pinning Sungmin’s hands above his head as he forcefully pressed a his mouth against Sungmin’s, pushing his tongue against the smaller mans firmly closed lips.

He was having more and more trouble keeping Sungmin’s hands down as Sungmin struggled harder as the
other mans breaths became heavier.

"Why don't you just give up love, it's going to happen anyway. and you're going to get tired soon." the man purred as he pressed kisses from Sungmin’s jawline down to chest. Sungmin didn't even have the energy left in him to protest as the man grabbed a choker, and used it to deftly tie Sungmin’s hands to intricately carved poles of one of the changing stalls. (A/N #1)

Sungmin began crying when the man moved to remove Sungmin’s belt, doing it in slow deliberate movements so that Sungmin could see what he was doing, pulling it out inch by inch as the man grinned sadistically at Sungmin’s panting form.

“Aw, don’t cry, Sungmin. You’re going to love this.”

The belt was gone.


Kibum ran as fast as he could away from the hungry vampire. He had the advantage of knowing where everything was, and he was still faster in a way. He could only thank the stars above that Kyuhyun hadn’t developed his reflexes or anything physical before his thirst emerged. If Kyuhyun had, well Kibum had no doubt that he would be a corpse by now.

“Zhou Mi!” Kibum yelled in panic as the panting behind him got closer. “Zhou MI!!! Hungry newborn on the loose! HELP ME!!!!!”

And then Zhou Mi was suddenly there, holding what appeared to be a baby bottle filled with blood in one hand and a frying pan in the other. Kibum quickly ran to hide behind him.

“Are you insane?!” Kibum demanded when he saw the bottle of blood and realized what it meant. “You knew he was thirsty but you didn’t lock the fucking door?!”

“Sorry.” Zhou MI said, smiling sheepishly, and then his eyes narrowed when Kyuhyun burst into the room, saliva dripping from his fangs and a crazed look in his eyes. Kibum grabbed the closest thing to him, which just so happened to be one of those tall standing lamps, and held it in front of him like a sword.

“Now, now Kui Xian. Kibum isn’t food.” Zhou Mi cooed to the hungry vampire, who had crouched down low and had begun growling at him.

“Are you sure you should talk to him like that?!” Kibum whispered, knuckles growing white as he gripped his trusty lamp tightly in front of him. “You’re just making him angrier!”

“No I’m not.” Zhou Mi argued, keeping his eyes trained on the growling Kyuhyun. “He’s still just a baby, not even fully developed yet. He’s harmless.”

“Harmless?! Harmless?!!!! Fuck you Zhou Mi.” Kibum was forced to shut up because of the way that Kyuhyun was staring hungrily at him. The newborn rolled to the balls of his feet, and took a preparatory step back.

Kibum gulped.

“Uh, Zhou Mi? I think he’s going to..”

And then Kyuhyun pounced.



Suddenly, the man was arching his back in pain, screaming. He fell to Sungmin’s side, and Sungmin got a glimpse of a slight man wielding a whip, but Sungmin couldn't see properly through his tears so he could only hope that hope that this other man would help him and not just start where the other man left off.

"What do you think you're doing in my dressing room?!!" a clear voice demanded, undoubtedly coming from the man with the whip.

Sungmin sniffled.Trying to blink away his tears so that he could see the man.

"Ah don't worry pretty. We were just playing. You can join us if you like." the horrible detestable man purred from his position, trying to exude confidence though he was eyeing the whip warily.

Sungmin felt his heart sink when he heard the mans suggestion.

For a moment, he was sure that he was going to be feasted on by these two strangers, as the whip-wielding man didn't say anything and only took a few steps toward them. Sungmin couldn't see his face so he couldn't know what the other man was thinking, but then, with a sudden enraged (and girly) yell, the slight man began whipping the other man, who screamed in pain. He scrambled to his feet with his arms held protectively over his head and ran out of the room.

Then the man turned to him and Sungmin whimpered. He dropped to his knees and bent over him. Sungmin scrunched his face shut at whatever might come but snapped them back open in surprise when he felt unnaturally tender hands untying him from the pole.

"Are you alright?" the man asked as he helped Sungmin sit up, and he wiped off Sungmin's tears. Sungmin rubbed his eyes and then got a good look at what his savior looked like. He had a very delicate face, sort of feminish, and he looked even smaller than Sungmin himself. More fragile, but he was dressed from top to toe in black and he was wearing very thick eye make-up.

"I'm fine. K-kamsahamnida. For that." Sungmin said, but even as he said the words, tears continued to leak down his face and his savior fished out a red handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the tears away. he tried to stop crying, but the trauma, the absolute horribleness of what he had just experienced sunk in, and he began crying his eyes out.

But the stranger never left, he hugged Sungmin’s head gently to his chest and made shushing sounds as the sobs increased and rocked them back in forth like one would do to a baby.
it took a while for Sungmin to stop crying, and when he did, the man still didn't let go. Sungmin looked up at him, eyes shiny and wet from tears.

"Kamsahamnida." he'd choke out again.

"It's nothing." the man replied, smiling down at him, bangs covering one side of his face. "My name is Kim Ryeowook." he says, dabbing at Sungmin’s face with the red handkerchief. "What's yours?"

"Sungmin. Lee Sungmin."
(A/N #2)


Kibum screamed at the top of his lungs like he’d never screamed before and he began waving his lamp wildly with his eyes squeezed shut. He wasn’t sure what happened next. First there were sounds of snarling as the two vampires wrestled with each other on the floor. Both of them yelled and grunted a lot and Kibum didn’t even think to aim as he hit the two wriggling bodies on the floor with his weapon of choice repeatedly, hitting both of them an equal number of times. And then there was the sound of wet slurping noises and Kibum opened his eyes to see one sweaty Cho Kyuhyun on the floor, being nursed by Zhou Mi with a baby’s bottle filled with blood. The frying pan Zhou Mi was holding was nowhere to be found.

Kibum tried to calm down his erratic heartbeat as he backed out of the room, hands still gripping his lamp. And then when he was sure that he could escape. He said his last words to Zhou Mi.

“He is so going to kill you when he finds out you fed him with that.”

Zhou Mi just smiled up at him, eyes glinting, while Kyuhyun continued to swallow the blood hungrily.

“That’s the point.”

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(A/N #1: sorry to break your moment but honestly i didn't think it'd get this far, i was planning to break it off ever since the manhandling started but it just wouldn't type itself down 0_o.)

(A/N # 2): why a whip? Well, it was available, and I already mentioned it as something inside the room, along with the fluffy pink handcuffs ^^)-----------


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Jul. 10th, 2010 03:03 pm (UTC)
SPOT!!!!NO MY MINNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WOOKIE THANK YOU FOR SAVING MINNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!PABO KYU!!!!!
Jul. 11th, 2010 02:54 am (UTC)

i think we're all really grateful to wookie now. hehehe

oh! and i added you as a friend. Your page made me dizzy. LOL
Jul. 10th, 2010 05:06 pm (UTC)
LMAO *dies laughing* a baby bottle?! how priceless is that!
I love you for that!
Poor Minnie I am soooooooo glad Ryeowookie saved him.
B-but....... O_O *whimpers* my baby wookie's working at a club?
Jul. 11th, 2010 02:52 am (UTC)
I <3 you too!


yesh, wookie is working at a club.

Me is sorry.

Jul. 10th, 2010 08:49 pm (UTC)
Ryeowooooooooook <3 this story is so attention grabbing. Really looking forward to the next update :D
Jul. 11th, 2010 02:51 am (UTC)
thank you for reading!!!

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Jul. 11th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
killing you in a good or bad way?

yes, wookie was supposed to be there to save my Min. ahahah

i love your reactions to the scenes you quoted. Those were my fave scenes too. ^^ Why is Kibum such a dork in my fic? IDEK hahahha
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Jul. 11th, 2010 03:13 am (UTC)
Yes! Min is my ultimate bias!!! all of my gadgets have him as my wallpaper, ahahaha, people have to keep asking who the shirtless guy on my itouch is. ahahahhaah. O.o

you're welcome!!!

and kibummie is always cute, even when he's scary he's cute. (lol, whut. does that even make sense?!)

*huggles back*
Jul. 10th, 2010 11:50 pm (UTC)


Did Onew try to rape Sungmin? Or was that someone else?
Jul. 11th, 2010 02:48 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it!

i update only every saturday so you just have to wait. ^^.

Jul. 11th, 2010 03:27 am (UTC)

i just noticed the last line now!

all i can say to that is.


why would he do that?

Jul. 11th, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
Oh, idk... *snickers*
Jul. 11th, 2010 02:10 am (UTC)
omona :3
almost thought Sungmin was gonna get raped ><

:L Zhou Mi feeding Kyu
& I hope Kyu gets to meet Min again sometime soon :3
Jul. 11th, 2010 02:46 am (UTC)
Sungmin get raped?

I wasn't going to let that happen to him, he's too adorably innocent to get raped. ^^

And about Kyu getting to meet Min again, well, i hope so too. ^^

thank you for reading!

i added you as a friend! :P
Jul. 11th, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)
:L I thought Kyuhyunnie was gonna come in and save the day :3

I friended you back ;)
Jul. 11th, 2010 03:09 am (UTC)
naaaaa, Kyu was too busy chasing after a very freaked out Kibum to come save his Minnie. *is sad*

Yay for more friends!

Jul. 11th, 2010 03:37 am (UTC)
OMG yay for ryeowookie saving sungmin XD

lol i luv kibum already XD
'You knew he was thirsty but you didn’t lock the fucking door!?!?'
Jul. 11th, 2010 04:20 am (UTC)
thanks for reading!

kibum is so adorkable, ne? heheeh
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Jul. 12th, 2010 11:38 am (UTC)
i think i've just about tortured all my characters one way or another


what is WRONG WITH ME?!

someone srsly needs to stop me from hurting people.

oh! and thank you for reading!

i added you as a friend,,, if you don't mind
Jul. 11th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, Wookie, thank goodness! At first I thought it might be Heechul coming to help him, but I think it being Wookie makes it all the better. :3

I'm really trying to imagine Zhou Mi feeding Kyuhyun with a baby bottle, but it's very difficult. I think when I finally manage to do it, I may never be sad again. All I'll have to do is think about it.
Jul. 12th, 2010 11:37 am (UTC)
I'm glad that i managed to make your life even just a little bit happier.

ahahha, i can picture it in my head though. It's the most adorable thing! (even when i don't approve of Qmi because my poor poor Minnie will have no snarky Kyu for himself DDDD:)

thank you for reading!
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