San and Wooyoung layed in silence in the quiet of Wooyoung's bedroom. The prince curling up on San's chest with his arm and leg draped across San's body underneath the sheets. While San layed on his back but held Wooyoung close to him, running his hand up and down his smooth bare arm.

It was still very early morning after Hongjoong's coronation and San was frankly mentally drained. His social battery was practically in the negatives. The ball ran for damn near the whole night and the couple had just finally settled into bed but the early rays of sunlight lighting up the sky outside the window made him want to groan out loud. This whole royalty thing is not for me at all.

Speaking of royalty... he thinks to himself as he runs his thumb over the gold ring on his finger. The one supposedly belonging to his birth father who may or may not be royalty. He'd been wearing the damn thing ever since the witch doctor gave it to him. He knew it was stupid and that it shouldn't matter who his father is. If he's even still around. He wanted to toss the ring away, sell it in the black market or something. It's definitely real gold and would sell for a good amount of money. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

No matter how much he'd tried to convince himself that he didn't care. He most definitely still cared. He knew that deep down in the core of his heart, he badly wanted to meet him. To look him in the eyes and finally meet the man that birthed him.

"Woo?" San's voice breaks the silence of the room. His hand still grazed up and down his arm in a loving manner.

"Hm?" Wooyoung hums in response but kept his  head on San's shoulder and arms wrapped around his torso like a baby koala to its mother.

"There's something I have to talk to you about" San's voice comes our hoarse with a tinge of worry. That quickly caught Wooyoung's full attention and he pulls his head up to look at his boyfriend in the eyes.

Wooyoung's brows furrow slightly as he studies San's deeply troubled hazel eyes. "What is it? Should I be worried?" He immediately sits up in order to face him more comfortably.

San just chuckles and sits up a little by propping himself up on his elbows. "No" His smile was weak as his gaze falls down to the ring on his finger. He now uses his other hand to play with the good band, rolling it then pulling it up to his white finger joints before pushing it back down. Wooyoung follows his gaze to the ring.

"I'm sure you've probably noticed this ring by now?" He pulls it up and off his finger finally then places it on his palm. "It belonged to my father"

Wooyoung's eyes widen a little. Mostly due to the fact that San never talked about his father. As a matter of fact, Wooyoung hardly knew a thing about the guy. Whereas with San's mom that's all the half drow would talk about whenever the conversation of his family would come up.

"Your father? You mentioned you never knew him. How did you get the ring?" Wooyoung gently takes the ring from San's open palm. The metal was warm from San's body temperature. He ran his fingers over the smoothness of the band a couple times before his eyes caught an emblem engraved on the small object.

"The day I went to see the witch doctor she gave it to me. Apparently it belonged to my father and he was-"

"I recognize this emblem" Wooyoung cuts him off, his eyes furrowed in confusion as he studied the engraving.

"You do?" San sits up fully now, his back straight as watched Wooyoung's face with undivided attention.

"Yeah. This is an old family crest belonging to a royal bloodline of vampires overseas.." Wooyoung looks up at him with doubt. "How can it belong to your father?"

A silence settles and San simply sat with a flat expression. His gaze firmly on Wooyoung's confused eyes. But a slow realization spread on Wooyoung's face.

"He's a vampire, Wooyoung" San says in a dreadful tone. "I was born part vampire but the elders back home put some sort of masking spell that supressed my vampire blood. And when I died.."

"The spell came undone" Wooyoung completes with disbelief. His eyes blown out with shock. That explains so much... "Holy shit" His says in a whisper.

San flashes shaky sided smile and looks back down at the ring in Wooyoung's hand. "San, you have royal blood. Do you know what this means?" Wooyoung asks with disbelief as he takes San by both of his shoulders.

"Not really?" San mutters hesitantly.

"It means you could potentially be some sort of heir. We have to find your father" Wooyoung was already off the bed and racing to his closet to pick out some appropriate clothes to wear. "Damn, I just don't remember what royal family that crest belongs to. I'll have to go to the castle library and dob some digging-"

"W-wooyoung-"

"This is so exciting! I mean if that really belongs to your father I have no doubt in my mind that he's still alive. Don't worry, I'll do everything in my power to help you find him-"

"Wooyoung-"

"I'll also go with you to meet him, obviously. Man, I've never traveled abroad before. I hear the vampires over there are little strange but it's o-"

"Wooyoung!!" San's voice finally breaks the prince's train of thought and he whips around from the rack of clothes he was digging through. San takes a deep breath when Wooyoung finally stopped talking and was now looking at him. "I don't wanna find him" San says curtly.

Wooyoung was taken back. He blinks a couple times as if trying to decide if he understood what San really meant by that. "What do you mean?" His brows furrows and he abandons the clothing rack to walk towards the slightly taller male. He gently takes both of San's hands in his, the ring now slid back onto his finger.

"I just..." San wasn't entirely sure how to begin explaining his feelings on the topic. "...I'd rather he not know who I am. And I think I'm ok with not knowing him either. For now anyways. I've gone my entire life thinking my real father probably never really existed or something. And that my mother woke one random morning and found out she was pregnant. It sounds ridiculous... but it's the only thing I've held onto for all of my life" He looks up at Wooyoung who only watches with an attentive gaze.

"And also," San starts again when Wooyoung remains quiet. "I guess part of me is just scared that... when he finds out about me, he won't want anything to do with me. Just like he felt about my mother. That's why she had to leave and go back to Lloth. I mean why would he want to associate himself with me anyways? I'm just a bastard son of some drow slave he slept with" His voice was pained.

"Oh Sannie" Wooyoung whispers in a breathy voice as he places both hands on either side of San's face then pulls him into his chest for a hug. A hug that San happily accepts. He wraps his arms around Wooyoung's torso, pulling himself even closer to the vampire's body.

Wooyoung was saddened at the fact that San felt that way. It may be true that the man rejected his mother but it didn't mean he would do the same to his own son. But he knew he couldn't talk San into doing anything he didn't want to. Wooyoung of people knows what it's like to have a piece of shit as a father.

"Whatever you wanna do, I'll support you. Always" Wooyoung mutters against his hair before pressing a firm loving kiss at the side of his head.

San kept his eyes closed but takes in a deep breath, relishing Wooyoung's natural scents. Jasmine, vanilla with a hint of sandalwood. "Thank you" He whispers and Wooyoung responds by running his hand up and down his back.

"What about you mother? Any luck finding her yet?" San speaks again after a brief moment of hugging each other in the quiet of Wooyoung's large closet.

"No" San immediately noticed the change in Wooyoung's tone at the mention of his still missing mother.

After they had fully and properly subdued and imprisoned Jaejoong they removed the dagger from his chest in order to question him. One of the questions being, where was Yojin, his and Hongjoong's mother.

The psychopath only laughed and was tight lipped about it. It only took having to peel off a couple of his fingernails one by one, knowing that he'd heal, before he spilled.

Apparently back when he said he moved her body to a more "secure location" he meant it. Because he had instructed one of his witches to dump her coffin in middle of the ocean, sunken to the bottom of who knows where. And said witch responsible was also now dead. Wooyoung's heart had shattered at the news. He knew he would never see her again.

But that didn't deter Hongjoong because everyday for the past 2 months, he'd ordered the search for her body and so people have tried diving in search for the coffin. So far, there's been no luck.

"I'm so sorry" San whispers as he leans back from their shared hug to carress Wooyoung's cool cheeks with his thumbs.

Wooyoung bit his inner cheek and shrugs as he fought back tears. "I wish I could've saved her too back when Jongho found me. Now I'll never get to see her again"

"Don't give up" San immediately reassures him. "She's alive and that's more than enough reason to have hope. We will find her. I know it" His voice was so firm and confident. It refilled the draining hope in his heart and he couldn't help but smile when San flashes his infamous blindingly beautiful dimpled smile. The way San always put a genuine smile on his face whenever he felt down. What they have is incredibly special.

"Ugh, what the hell would I do without you?" Wooyoung whispers with a deep sigh right before he presses his lips against San's for a kiss. His lips were like honey. Sweet and smooth. He would never get over how their kisses sent tingles down his spin each and every single time.

San slowly deepens the kiss as he slid his tongue into Wooyoung's mouth, playing with his tongue and sucking on the muscle. Wooyoung's knees felt weak.

Next thing he knew he was being pushed to fall back on one of the black velvet ottoman in the middle of Wooyoung's closet. The vampire looks up at San with wide eyes as he gasped in an attempt to catch his breath from the deeply passionate kiss.

San quickly pulled his top over his head and tossed it to the side before going to wrestle with the knots tied at his hips and holding his pants up. The whole time he kept a dangerous half lidded gaze on Wooyoung's grey wanting eyes.

"Maybe you should stop thinking about what your life would be like without me and instead take your clothes off and get on your knees and spread your ass for me" His voice was authoritative. Wooyoung's member quickly rose in his pants at his words.

But he just grins excitedly and does as he's told.

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He's so fawking fine y'all like I can't move 😭😭