Double update 🫂

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⌗Wooyoung⌗

"If you could turn back time to a particular event and relive it, what would it be?" San mutters, his voice slightly groggy from fatigue.

He couldn't sleep that night so Wooyoung offered they went out stargazing. It was something around 3am and now the exhaustion was starting to kick in. But San willed himself to stay up longer, if only to talk to Wooyoung like this for a second longer. Open and vulnerable with no one but the moon and stars watching them.

It felt nice.

Wooyoung turns his head to look at the drow, eyes half lidded and his gaze stayed fixed on the never-ending darkness that was the night sky. "Am I supposed to say the day we met or something?" He asks with an arched brow.

San couldn't help the laugh that escapes his lips. He turns to look at the vampire and Wooyoung swore his breath gets caught in his throat. Those gorgeous hazel eyes was something he was sure he could never really get over.

"I mean you can say it if it's true. Just be honest" He turns to his side, propping his head on his hand, to get a better look at the now apprehensive vampire. Wooyoung couldn't help but inch closer to him, his body warmth too addicting.

"Why do I feel like this is a trick question?" Wooyoung says with a playful pout as he reaches up and brushes a shard of grass from San's icy white hair.

San shakes his head with a laugh. Wooyoung spots his gorgeous small dimples even in the dark of the night. "It's not. Here tell you what, you be honest and I'll do this same. Deal?"

Wooyoung stares up at him pensively for a second. "Ok" He says with a small grin. "If I could turn back time to a particular moment and relive it, what would it be.." He repeats the question out loud. San nods, looking at him with a certain warmth.

"Probably when we first kissed.. on the mountain. Before you pulled away. For a second it felt like I was flying. As cheesy as it sounds" San snorts at that.

"It's true!" Wooyoung playfully smacks his shoulder. "It felt like a flame had been lit up inside me. Like I was alive. And I never wanted it to end"

San couldn't help the smile that tugs at his lips. He shifts his gaze to the small space of grass between them, a blush creeping in his cheeks. "What about you?" Wooyoung takes his free hand and interlaces their fingers. "What moment would you want to relive?"

San already knew the answer to that. "The moment I decided to let myself fall for you.." He says in a voice so sincere it sent chills down Wooyoung's spine. "I should've never pull back on that mountain" He chuckles at himself.

"I was just... afraid" He continues.

"Of what?" Wooyoung holds his gaze, their eyes firmly on each other.

There are many things you don't know Woo. Things that would be better left in the dark. San tried not to think about the fact that he wasn't going to stick around for much longer. And that he had an escape plan with Sehyoon. They could never be together no matter how badly San wanted it. For now all he could do, is enjoy the moment. Enjoy his smile, his hugs, his cuddles, his voice, his kisses.

San's voice gets caught in his throat and he shakes his head. Wooyoung opens his mouth to speak but San already had his lips over his in a sweet, slow kiss. A kiss so soft and buttery it made Wooyoung's insides turn to slush and his thought was completely gone.

He inhales a sharp breath and pulls San down and closer to him, wrapping his arm around the drow's neck. San felt himself smile into the kiss at Wooyoung's readiness. The way he would complete crumble in his hold everytime they kissed. That would always be San's favorite part.

Wooyoung presses his tongue through, eager to taste more of the man hovering on top of him. The man he'd fallen in love with. And San let him, their tongues lapping over each other slowly, teasingly. Wooyoung felt like his skin would burn right off due to how hot he'd gotten.

San slips his hand on Wooyoung's hip, his thumb gently rubbing the exposed skin from his top riding up a little. Wooyoung giggles in the kiss and pulls back, pushing San's hand away. "Yah- you know I'm super ticklish there" He whispers playfully, his breathing still shaky from the makeout.

San's eyes follows Wooyoung's lips like a dog to a bone. "Hey, eyes up here. I'm talking to you" Wooyoung says with a small blush.

"Can we go back to making out now?" San grins innocently.

Wooyoung felt his heart scream with delight. He was happy, so so happy. Because San makes him happy. He lifts his head and reconnects their lips and San hungrily returns it. He throws his leg over Wooyoung's hips, straddling him then begins littering kisses down his jawline and neck.

The vampire releases a gasp, his hand finding San's head and digging his fingers in his thick locks. Then suddenly a darkness swallows him and his eyes flies open.

Except he wasn't in a field of grass at 3am and kissing his soulmate under the stars. No, now he was a room of some sort. Cold and chilling. The longer he stared up at the jagged texture of the ceiling the more like a dungeon the space looked.

The place was dimly lit by a single large candle hanging on a chandelier of some sort. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the murkly lighting of the room. What the- It's so dark here...

As soon as it sank in his mind that he had no idea where here was, he immediately shoots up in alarm. He scrambles off the platform he seems to be have been resting on, stumbling on his own feet.

His knees buckle and he fell on his arms and knees, his limbs felt heavier than usual. But what was even weirder was that he didn't wince with pain after crumbling to the jagged concrete floor. His palms weren't even scratched from grazing them on a snaggy rock. His knees were also bruise free.

Even as a vampire he obviously still felt pain but there was nothing. His head felt foggy but he shakes it a little, his dark hair glistening in the small candle light illuminating the room.

He pulls himself to his feet, stumbling again, but he catches himself by leaning back on the platform he was just laying. That's when his hand brushes against the smooth feeling of a glass object. He turns around in confusion and freezes.

Because on the platform, laying still and lifeless, was him.

He'd been dressed down in an all black royal attire. His jet black hair styled neatly and hands carefully placed on his torso like a corpse in a coffin. Surrounding him was a dark box with a glass lid of some sort. A heavy lock holding the case close. But perhaps the most shocking thing to him was the dagger sticking out of his left breast where his heart would be. The handle elegantly designed with wisps of silver wrapping round the hilt and into the blade before disappearing in his chest.

And his appearance. His skin ash grey and dusty. Lifeless. His lips were in a relaxed line, dull and chapped. No color could be seen anywhere on his skin. He looked dead. At least how vampires who'd been staked looked but how could that be.. I'm right here, I don't unders-

He stumbled backwards in horror. His breathing picks up and he feels a panic bubble up inside him, clawing its way out. He hits the cold wall of the cave like room and his legs give way. He slides to the floor, a panic attack surfacing.

Am I... dead?

That couldn't be, I feel very alive. Well aside from the fact that I can't feel anything... he runs his hand across the jagged concrete floor but he felt nothing. There was absolutely no feeling. It was like he'd lost his sense of touch.

He smacks both his cheeks at once, hard, but there wasn't nothing. No sting, no pain, no feeling. Just emptiness.

So I am dead. That must be my body... he looks back at his coffin with his pale motionless body encased in it and his eyes sting with tears. His bottom lip begins to quiver as a tear falls. And was was scarier was that he didn't feel the tear on his skin until it lands on his thigh, creating a dark wet spot.

His brain was a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions. Sentences and questions all bouncing around his head at once. The one question that drowns out his other thoughts was, what happened?

He tries to remember where he was last. What's my last memory? I need something.. anything that'll give me an idea of what's happening.

He brings his knees up to his chest, pulling his hair. Fear, confusion, terror, ripping at him slowly. An image of his father's scowling face flashes in his mind. Jaejoong's hand around his neck and the other holding something against his chest. It felt like he was reliving that moment all over again as he looks down and saw a stake being pressed against his chest.

He flinches as the image disappears just as soon as it appeared. His blood turns cold and his felt like he was going to throw up. I remember..

He.. killed me. My own father took a stake to my heart. Jaejoong's murderous face burned in his mind seeing as it was literally the last thing Wooyoung saw as he went out.

He slaps a hand over his mouth to choke back a cry. His vision blurred as more tears slowly fell. His chest felt tight and he sat there, crumbled and lost on the concrete floor. His real body laying just feet away.

Wooyoung pulls himself to his feet and shuffles to the single rusty metal door in the cave, using the wall as a guide.

"Hongjoong!" He yells out banging on the door. It was quiet. "Jongho!" He yells out again as more tears poured out of his eyes. He tries turning the door knob but it was stiff, refusing to budge.

"San! San!" He sobs hard banging repeatedly on the door, throwing himself on the heavy duty object locking him in. "S-san.. anyone.." He crumbles to the floor again, his hiccup like cries racking through him in harsh waves.

It was so quiet he wasn't even sure he wasn't in Naex. The thought of being in some remote cave far away from any civilization and alone for who knows how long made a chill run down his spine. He screams as loud as he could, holding the door knob weakly. "Someone.." He whispers under his breath, squeezing his eyes as more tears fell.

Just then he feels a gentle hand on his which still held unto the doorknob. His eyes snaps open and he quickly turns around in alarm to meet the face he never thought he'd ever see again.

His eyes slowly widens and his breath hitches. "M-mom?"

She looks at him with that familiar sweet smile of hers. One that always used to make him feel safe "Wooyo" Her eyes disappears into little crescents as she smiles sweetly.

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