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writetomyheart2015-10-22 09:14 pm
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First words from sleep deprived.
Being together like this, out in the open with no one around save for Joonmyun at his side, leaves Jongin feeling uneasy. Exposed. Vulnerable. Logically he knows that he has nothing to fear. Not with Joonmyun. Not when the moon is high in the sky, the darkness wrapping them in her arms to keep them cloaked.
Anyone with malicious intent would be a fool to come after them. Joonmyun is the oldest, most feared vampire around and he can certainly hold his own. It’s just that Jongin is accustomed to keeping a watchful eye over Joonmyun and his territory while Joonmyun is tucked inside during the day. Jongin’s job is to protect him and even if it’s night and Joonmyun doesn’t need his protection, his instincts still rise to the surface.
Their linked hands swing lazily between them as they walk. It’s such a mundane thing to do - holding hands. Jongin doesn’t do mundane. Jongin is neck deep in an underworld that’s so much more complex than gangs and drug lords. The city around them never knows how close it comes to being ripped apart. Jongin’s seen enough violence and death to last several lifetimes and still he buckles down for the long haul instead of running away while he’s still alive.
At this time of night, Jongin is usually back at home, in his tiny apartment, either already asleep or gearing up for a heavier morning than usual. He has to stifle a yawn with the back of his hand, blinking through foggy vision as Joonmyun steers them down the sidewalk. There aren’t many people out at this time; it’s well after midnight and Joonmyun is quite at home.
Jongin lets out a sigh, unable to keep himself from looking back over his shoulder casually just to make sure. At his side, Joonmyun laughs. That same laugh has been known to send men running, but Jongin is drawn to the sound as a moth is to a flame. He wants to wrap himself in it, in Joonmyun.
Joonmyun tugs Jongin to the side, spinning Jongin before he can blink. The cool temperature of the brick behind him seeps through Jongin’s shirt, but he’s more concerned with the man in front of him. “You need to relax, Jongin,” Joonmyun laughs. “You’re not working right now.”
Jongin knows that. It’s just that he doesn’t know anything else. This job is so much more than a job. It’s a life. His entire life is dedicated to keeping Joonmyun safe.
“Stop thinking so much,” Joonmyun whispers, raising his hand to trail a finger over the rise of Jongin’s cheek.
Joonmyun is breathtaking this close. Jongin should be used to it, but the shock of staring into such beauty will never dissipate. Jongin’s not a fool; he knows what Joonmyun is capable of. He also knows that he’s slowly becoming captivated, helpless to the attraction that draws him into the arms of the vampire.
Joonmyun kisses him. His lips are cool and Jongin lets out a soft gasp, startled. Joonmyun’s lips soon warm beneath Jongin’s as Joonmyun pushes against him, hands cupping his face and sending shivers skittering down Jongin’s spine. Jongin’s mouth drops open for Joonmyun’s tongue, reaching out to slide his fingers through the soft strands of Joonmyun’s hair, tipping his head back.
“Perhaps we should head home,” Joonmyun suggests before they get carried away.
Jongin feels breathless, his head spinning, but there’s no flush in Joonmyun’s cheeks, no outward signs that he’s ruffled save for the darkness in his eyes. Joonmyun dials his driver to come pick them up without waiting for Jongin to respond.
He watches Joonmyun closely, taking in the faint tremble of his hands and the glint of his teeth when he speaks. They’re sharper, his movements jerky when he hangs up his phone and pockets it. He’s hungry.
A phantom ache pulses in Jongin’s thigh when he remembers the last time Joonmyun had fed on him. He’d nosed his way up Jongin’s calf, cupping the back of his knee to fit himself between Jongin’s spread legs. Joonmyun had gone right for the inside of Jongin’s left thigh, groaning when his teeth pierced the skin.
Jongin doesn’t let Joonmyun feed from him often; it leaves him weak for a few days and he can’t afford to be weak when there are threats everywhere. He trusts his crew, but none of them are as seasoned as Jongin. Still, if Joonmyun needs to feed . . .
It isn’t often that Jongin crowds against Joonmyun on his own, his palm skating around Joonmyun’s lower back to rest on his side. Joonmyun glances up at him curiously, head tilted and the reflection of the moon caught in his eyes. “I have some vacation time,” Jongin opens, fingers tapping along Joonmyun’s side. “I’ll have to check with my boss first,” he teases. “But if he says yes, I’ll stick around the rest of the night so you don’t have to hunt.”
Joonmyun is smiling when he holds Jongin closer, standing on his toes. “Maybe I can pull a few strings with the boss,” he offers.
“I don’t know,” Jongin sighs, “he’s kind of a hardass.”
Joonmyun scrunches his nose and pulls back. “I am not!”
Jongin laughs, arm tightening around Joonmyun’s waist to tuck him close again. The car pulls up, headlights flooding the small alley. The pair climb inside, relaxing into the expensive seats as the driver takes them back to Joonmyun’s place. Jongin makes a mental note to text his team and let them know he’s going to be out. Safety first.
Joonmyun takes Jongin’s hand again, his thumb sliding smooth over the ridges of Jongin’s knuckles. When Joonmyun smiles at him, Jongin can’t help but smile back, knowing that he’s safest in the arms of the most dangerous creature in the city. And it’s going to be a long night.
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First words from sleep deprived.
Being together like this, out in the open with no one around save for Joonmyun at his side, leaves Jongin feeling uneasy. Exposed. Vulnerable. Logically he knows that he has nothing to fear. Not with Joonmyun. Not when the moon is high in the sky, the darkness wrapping them in her arms to keep them cloaked.
Anyone with malicious intent would be a fool to come after them. Joonmyun is the oldest, most feared vampire around and he can certainly hold his own. It’s just that Jongin is accustomed to keeping a watchful eye over Joonmyun and his territory while Joonmyun is tucked inside during the day. Jongin’s job is to protect him and even if it’s night and Joonmyun doesn’t need his protection, his instincts still rise to the surface.
Their linked hands swing lazily between them as they walk. It’s such a mundane thing to do - holding hands. Jongin doesn’t do mundane. Jongin is neck deep in an underworld that’s so much more complex than gangs and drug lords. The city around them never knows how close it comes to being ripped apart. Jongin’s seen enough violence and death to last several lifetimes and still he buckles down for the long haul instead of running away while he’s still alive.
At this time of night, Jongin is usually back at home, in his tiny apartment, either already asleep or gearing up for a heavier morning than usual. He has to stifle a yawn with the back of his hand, blinking through foggy vision as Joonmyun steers them down the sidewalk. There aren’t many people out at this time; it’s well after midnight and Joonmyun is quite at home.
Jongin lets out a sigh, unable to keep himself from looking back over his shoulder casually just to make sure. At his side, Joonmyun laughs. That same laugh has been known to send men running, but Jongin is drawn to the sound as a moth is to a flame. He wants to wrap himself in it, in Joonmyun.
Joonmyun tugs Jongin to the side, spinning Jongin before he can blink. The cool temperature of the brick behind him seeps through Jongin’s shirt, but he’s more concerned with the man in front of him. “You need to relax, Jongin,” Joonmyun laughs. “You’re not working right now.”
Jongin knows that. It’s just that he doesn’t know anything else. This job is so much more than a job. It’s a life. His entire life is dedicated to keeping Joonmyun safe.
“Stop thinking so much,” Joonmyun whispers, raising his hand to trail a finger over the rise of Jongin’s cheek.
Joonmyun is breathtaking this close. Jongin should be used to it, but the shock of staring into such beauty will never dissipate. Jongin’s not a fool; he knows what Joonmyun is capable of. He also knows that he’s slowly becoming captivated, helpless to the attraction that draws him into the arms of the vampire.
Joonmyun kisses him. His lips are cool and Jongin lets out a soft gasp, startled. Joonmyun’s lips soon warm beneath Jongin’s as Joonmyun pushes against him, hands cupping his face and sending shivers skittering down Jongin’s spine. Jongin’s mouth drops open for Joonmyun’s tongue, reaching out to slide his fingers through the soft strands of Joonmyun’s hair, tipping his head back.
“Perhaps we should head home,” Joonmyun suggests before they get carried away.
Jongin feels breathless, his head spinning, but there’s no flush in Joonmyun’s cheeks, no outward signs that he’s ruffled save for the darkness in his eyes. Joonmyun dials his driver to come pick them up without waiting for Jongin to respond.
He watches Joonmyun closely, taking in the faint tremble of his hands and the glint of his teeth when he speaks. They’re sharper, his movements jerky when he hangs up his phone and pockets it. He’s hungry.
A phantom ache pulses in Jongin’s thigh when he remembers the last time Joonmyun had fed on him. He’d nosed his way up Jongin’s calf, cupping the back of his knee to fit himself between Jongin’s spread legs. Joonmyun had gone right for the inside of Jongin’s left thigh, groaning when his teeth pierced the skin.
Jongin doesn’t let Joonmyun feed from him often; it leaves him weak for a few days and he can’t afford to be weak when there are threats everywhere. He trusts his crew, but none of them are as seasoned as Jongin. Still, if Joonmyun needs to feed . . .
It isn’t often that Jongin crowds against Joonmyun on his own, his palm skating around Joonmyun’s lower back to rest on his side. Joonmyun glances up at him curiously, head tilted and the reflection of the moon caught in his eyes. “I have some vacation time,” Jongin opens, fingers tapping along Joonmyun’s side. “I’ll have to check with my boss first,” he teases. “But if he says yes, I’ll stick around the rest of the night so you don’t have to hunt.”
Joonmyun is smiling when he holds Jongin closer, standing on his toes. “Maybe I can pull a few strings with the boss,” he offers.
“I don’t know,” Jongin sighs, “he’s kind of a hardass.”
Joonmyun scrunches his nose and pulls back. “I am not!”
Jongin laughs, arm tightening around Joonmyun’s waist to tuck him close again. The car pulls up, headlights flooding the small alley. The pair climb inside, relaxing into the expensive seats as the driver takes them back to Joonmyun’s place. Jongin makes a mental note to text his team and let them know he’s going to be out. Safety first.
Joonmyun takes Jongin’s hand again, his thumb sliding smooth over the ridges of Jongin’s knuckles. When Joonmyun smiles at him, Jongin can’t help but smile back, knowing that he’s safest in the arms of the most dangerous creature in the city. And it’s going to be a long night.
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usually for titles I'm listening to a song while I write and I just use a piece of that ^^
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