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"Room thirty six, room thirty six, room thirty six," Wooyoung repeated to himself quietly as he trailed down the halls of the vampire dorms swiftly. Saying that the entire atmosphere and blood-like smell around didn't unnerve him, would've been a complete lie.

Wooyoung was terrified.

But he wanted to have something on San so badly, that wandering through this death trap seemed like a small price to pay. Upon reaching the correct door, his nerves spiked to the highest. To save himself the whole process of psyching himself up for this, he simply ripped the unlocked door open, and pushed on inside.

The heck? I thought for sure they would've bolted it shut or something.....

Thinking about it any further would've been a complete waste of time, so he continued to take a look around. As Seonghwa had previously described, the whole room was free of any personality. No decor, no smell, no unnecessary personal belongings. Anyone would've believed this to be a hotel room, but that it was in a dormitory.

"C'mon San, what are you hiding," the seventeen year old questioned to himself as his fingers lightly trailed over the chest of drawers against the wall. Not an ounce of dust even littered this spotless room, making it all the more eery.

The sound of a crow shrieked from outside, making Wooyoung leap from surprise and clutch his chest. He peered towards the window at the large bird perched on a branch, scowling at its irritating presence.

The boy returned to his unlawful search, pushing any guilt well away with the thought in mind; 'this is to make my old life come back'.

A drawer sat slightly ajar, too tempting for the purplette to ignore. It was as though the suspicious thing was asking him to take a look, and so he did. His fingers traced the outside of the gold handle before pulling it out more and reaching inside.

Apart from a few assignments and reports, only a single photo lay inside. It was pretty old, and not particularly well looked after.

One corner had little a fingerprint made of blue paint on it, and a coffee like substance appeared to have been spilt on it once upon a time. Though the image was still clear, and the two boys in it, with interlaced hands, stared back at him with smiling, crescent, eyes.

"This is....." the male worked out, "Yeosang and San?" One of the infants, both about three or four at the time, had longer black hair, the ends sitting around his neck and his small little fangs showing through with his smile. It was clearly San, while the other had a stupid expression on, one of someone about to jump in a muddy puddle.....Yeosang.

As cute as they appeared, this didn't help him at all. Such innocence didn't ever look like it could've been worn by a vampire....

"Like it?" A dark voice whispered into his ear from behind, making Wooyoung gasp and drop the picture. It fluttered to the dark wooden surface, and the male's hands got pinned down beside it by another's.

"I was-"

"Darling, I could sense Seonghwa's extreme nervousness down there. You're both extremely adorable, I shall give you that, yet very naive." His lips graced the point where Wooyoung's neck met his shoulder, the weak spot which made him shiver. "You do realise now that you've entered my domain, I can do what I wish?"

"But you won't," the younger uttered back between bated breaths, "Because you play by the rules."

"How very optimistic of you," San chuckled dryly, flipping the shorter around and pressing him harshly against the chest of drawers. His fingers entangled themselves into the purple locks, tugging lightly to expose the younger's neck.

Wooyoung squeaked, pulling his free hand up to grip the pureblood's black button up tightly. "Whatever you're doing, stop it! I know I've overstepped my boundaries, but this-"

"Shhhh," the ravenette hushed softly, pressing small and subtle kisses up along his neck and leaving a warm sensation behind. "I'm not a monster, Darling. I won't bite you."

"Th-Then what?"

As San continued to litter his neck with little kisses, his took both his hands and placed them on Wooyoung's waist. The purplette, surprisingly, didn't put up as much of a fight as he had expected. He let out small noises of retaliation, but was clearly a little more comfortable when knowing he wasn't about to get bitten.

"Your heart is racing," the older whispered against his jaw, starting to get a little more bold. Those gentle actions became sucking motions, reaching higher and higher until he claimed the younger's lips in a hungry way. San was forceful, dominating, sexy. Anything anyone could've ever wanted in a man, and Choi San had it.

His lips were so soft and inviting against Wooyoung's, igniting all kinds of heat within the human, that he didn't even know he had. Without even questioning why he obliged, the younger parted his lips and allowed the vampire access to his mouth.

He won't hurt me, the teen thought, he promised he wouldn't. San doesn't break promises....But did that explain why he was getting excited? No, no it did not. He hated every inch of his being for not just shoving the older off and sprinting back to safety.....Yet here he was.

"You must wonder why you can't gather any strength," San whispered against his lips and pulled back slightly to caress his cheeks fondly. "The answer is rather simple. My pheromones have locked you in place. Unfair, I'm aware.....Though I'm sure it's not as horrible as it sounds."

"Why must you constantly do this to me?" Wooyoung asked in a slight daze. "Everything I say and do, has absolutely no affect on you. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Tell me," the older tilted his head, those tendrils of scarlet starting to envelop his knowing eyes, "Do you fight for what you want? Or do you simply give up and let someone else take what's yours?"

The purplette sighed, bringing his hands up to rest against San's firm chest and looking down defeatedly. "I fight...."

"Then you have your answer, Darling. I am simply taking what I want. No crime here."

With that, the vampire stood back, blood lust very apparent in his expression as he pointed to the door left open. "You should leave. Or I might just have you."

Without another word, Wooyoung quickly hurried out and ran down the hallways as fast as he could. The fear was yet again catching up to him.....And boy did it hit hard.

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