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"Seonghwa, please calm down," Yeosang begged as the older boy ripped across the room, smashing glasses, kicking the furniture, yanking at the curtains only to hiss at the small amount of sun he received.

"Get me the fuck out of here, Sang!" The teen growled, feeling as though he was going absolutely mad in this room. He was staring at the same cream walls all day everyday, the same dresser, same window, same everything. The connected bathroom wasn't even much of a change of scene. "I....I want to go...."

Yeosang elicited a shaky sigh, growing evermore intimidated by his own creation since Seonghwa was his first. He wondered how San had gone through with this process not only once, but four times. Training a new mixedblood was near to impossible, even for a pureblood.

God, what the hell am I supposed to do? He asked himself quite frequently. Too frequently, really. His usually regular and somewhat dead heartbeat seemed to race much faster now, constantly put on edge.

The one thought plaguing his normally carefree mind was harsh; I've ruined his life.

Now, of course that wasn't at all true, and had he not given the human a second chance, then Park Seonghwa wouldn't have walked this planet anymore, and a funeral would have been held to honour a lost boy who had never truly experienced life.

He'll hate me for the rest of his existence, the pureblood knew, coming to terms with unrequited feelings. But a hell with him is still better than a heaven without.

"What about Wooyoung?!" The taller screeched, "Who's looking out for him? Huh?! I'm not there to look after him when he's afraid of the dark, or facing a vampire, or eating alone-"

"San is being very careful with him, Love," the younger murmured calmly, flinching when a sharp and large shard of glass whizzed past his face and embedded itself in the dark wooden door behind him. "Wooyoung is in good hands."

"He shouldn't be in anyone's hands! He's not a dog!"

"You're being dramatic and unreasonable!" Yeosang snapped, losing patience. It had already been two weeks of this behaviour, and San's advice simply didn't work for him. Whatever power the younger male seemed to have, Yeosang wasn't blessed with. "Now calm yourself, and let's talk!"

Seonghwa breathed heavily, looking utterly beautiful in a red button up tucked loosely into black skinny jeans. His raven hair was disheveled in the best way, and his whole being 'glowed' brighter due to the 'vampire kick'. Nobody could resist a demon, and a once beautiful human had now been gifted the ultimate body.

The only problem with his appearance was his enraged expression.

"I am not being dramatic," he whispered, baring his new and painful fangs angrily and possibly not even realising how red his irises had become. "When you've had your life and all you've known ripped from you, then come and tell me I'm a drama queen."

The younger massaged his temples, at a complete loss for where to go from here. He had tried everything from kindness, to pushing, to bribery, to negotiating and many more.

It was just too hard.

"Have you been drinking?" He eventually enquired, giving up on this particular argument and sitting down on the bed. "You look weak."

"I haven't been. I don't want it."

"You need it, Love. There's a difference. If a human doesn't like water, then they add flavour and drink it a different way. That's how it works. I've offered it to you in various formats."

"Blood is blood," Seonghwa sighed, relaxing slightly before sitting on the bed beside him. "I can't bring myself to look at it."

Yeosang clicked his tongue, thrumming an odd pattern against his trousers as he thought. There had to be ways around this feeding problem. San had told him that none of his boys rejected the blood.....Maybe it was because they adored him.

The younger teen groaned softly, laying back onto the duvet and subtly revelling in the scent of the boy he liked. He was surprisingly quite tired, which wasn't terribly healthy for a vampire when they weren't creatures that overly needed sleep.

"You don't look so hot yourself," the taller mumbled, looking down at his body beside him, his inner instincts screaming at him to pin the younger and feed.

Stop, Hwa, he warned himself, fidgeting with his fingers and trying to ignore the addictive scent radiating off the pureblood.

"I've been getting myself all tied up in knots for you," Yeosang murmured gently, eyes closed from fatigue and chest only barely rising and falling with breaths.

"Sleep then."

"I shouldn't," he gushed writhing slightly to sit up again, though Seonghwa was faster and had other ideas. The older swiftly crawled over the pureblood, pinned his wrists down, and assumed a dominant role.

"You're equally as stupid as me, Sang," he whispered quietly against the other's cheek, getting a smell of blood from him and feeling his spine tingle.

"How so?"

"Always putting others first. I must say, you didn't seem that way before getting to know you," Seonghwa uttered lightly, "It's surprising."

"Do you find it to be a disappointment?" Yeosang quizzed with a twisted smirk, pulling one hand out of his grip easily and using his long index nail to lightly split the skin along his neck.

"It's....." the ravenette could barely find his words as his senses ran on overdrive, lusting desperately for those small droplets of crimson liquid that dropped beautifully against the white pillow.

Just once, he convinced himself, leaning in and harshly biting into his skin, humming in relief as the warm substance slid down his throat and granted him more 'life'. It was so perfect, so addictive, and exactly what he was hoping it wouldn't be.

Yeosang felt victorious in this moment, tilting his head further to the side to grant more access. He had finally gotten the mixedblood to take his blood again, and it was clear he liked it. The issue was in convincing him to indulge.

"Good boy," he whispered out weakly, unable to find the strength to pat his head as his energy sapped away with his will to stay conscious.

Seonghwa pulled away for a brief moment, licking the stray droplets away before muttering a quick, "You're so condescending." Soon after, he connected their lips in a hungry kiss, biting down on Yeosang's lower one to draw blood and smiling as the other released a cute noise.

Indeed, the roots of their problems were buried deep....and would definitely be hard to find.

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