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vampire myungsoo au ((to tease a separate fic in the works)). in this universe, vampires age at the same rate as humans until they're 18, at which point their aging slows to 1/1000 of a human's. So, technically, they're not immortal, but pretty dang close.

Sungyeol had been by Myungsoo's side since they were five years old.

Most people considered him an extremely lucky human to have been selected as a personal attendant to a young vampire heir, and it wasn't like he could disagree. His life was extraordinarily easy -- live on the Kim estate, spend 24 hours a day with Myungsoo, and "donate" blood every few months. It was much better than the lives most humans led, labouring away all day, every day for the entirety of their lives just to scrape by.

Everything came easy to him. Myungsoo was easy enough to get along with; he kept to himself and didn't seem to mind Sungyeol's presence. He would attend all of his private lessons and activities and Sungyeol would tag along, not participating, but never disruptive.

Things went smoothly. Until one day, when they were fifteen, and Myungsoo brought his first friend home.

Minhwan was another vampire by birth, the same age as them. The moment he stepped into Myungsoo's bedroom he couldn't contain his shock at the sight of Sungyeol sitting next to the window, playing with a rubik's cube. He was in front of Sungyeol in a second, making him jump, but Myungsoo was next to him just as quickly.

Myungsoo placed a hand on Minhwan's shoulder, but the boy didn't react.

"Is this how you treat food in this household?" He leaned forward, reaching a hand out toward Sungyeol.

Myungsoo yanked him away before he could lay a finger on him, "He's not food. He's my companion."

"Well, your companion sure smells delicious."

He paused for a moment and shut his eyes, sending out a silent message. Within the minute, servants were gathering outside the door. Myungsoo turned to the boy once more, "It's time for you to leave. They'll usher you out."

Minhwan looked shocked, but he didn't have time to respond before he was swept out of the room, the door shutting behind him.

Myungsoo turned back to Sungyeol and reached out, cool fingers caressing his cheek. "I'm sorry. Did he frighten you?"

Sungyeol gave a small nod. "Just a little bit." He looked down at the rubik's cube, then up at Myungsoo. "Is what he said true? About... the way I smell?"

The boy chuckled and cupped Sungyeol's cheeks with both hands, "Yes. You smell much better than any other human I've met. That's why I chose you."

He can still recall that day ten years ago. He had been playing with his younger brother on the grass in front of their apartment complex when a sleek black car pulled up. The windows were rolled down. A woman sat in the passenger seat and a young boy sat in the back seat, staring directly at Sungyeol.

"I choose him."

Those were the only words it took for the driver to park the car and enter the building, and within the hour, Sungyeol's parents explained that he would be leaving home to live a better life, and that they would get to live a better life too because he was so precious and worth a lot of money.

Whenever he thought back on it, he couldn't help but feel bitter at the fact that his parents had sold him so easily. But at the same time, it was true that he led a better life here, and that they were probably leading a better life, too.

"Are you feeling well enough to give blood tonight?" Myungsoo's words brought him back to reality.

"Yes, of course."

"Good. I'll see you after dinner."

Blood donations were still a strange process for Sungyeol. Even though he'd done them every two months for as long as he'd been living here, he was still getting used to the experience.

Typically, Myungsoo would make sure he was feeling well sometime during the day. Then, while Myungsoo went for dinner, he would drink as much water as he could manage so that he was hydrated for the donation. After dinner, he would wait in his personal area of Myungsoo's bedroom, which consisted of a bed and a wardrobe, sanctioned off from the rest of the room with folding screens. He'd make sure there were fresh bandages sitting on the bed for when the process was done. Myungsoo would come and tell him to lay down, making light conversation, and then:

"Tell me when to stop," he would lean down and sink his teeth into Sungyeol's arm, swallowing leisurely as warm blood flowed into his mouth.

Sungyeol always watched while it happened, taking in the sight of the young vampire, eyes shut in contentment, completely relaxed in his presence. Then, usually after about twenty minutes, he would begin to feel that familiar tingling at the top of his skull, followed quickly by dizziness, and he would speak, "That's enough for today."

Myungsoo would stay still for a moment more, relishing in the last few swallows, and then he'd pull away with glassy eyes and bandage Sungyeol's arm. He'd tuck the covers under Sungyeol's chin and look after him for the rest of the night, constantly asking if he needed anything and going to fetch water for him regularly. And every single time, without fail, he would be sitting at the foot of the bed, watching as Sungyeol fell asleep.

After Minhwan, Myungsoo continued to bring new friends to the house. A few times a month, he would invite another young vampire in and introduce them to Sungyeol, but each time, the moment they mentioned how wonderful Sungyeol smells or whether Myungsoo would let them have a taste, they were removed from the property in the exact same fashion as Minhwan had been.

This continued for quite sometime, and at one point, Myungsoo's father even sat him down for a chat about it, asking what his intentions were and how many more times he was planning to summon every servant in the house to his guests out.

Myungsoo simply told him that he was trying to make new friends, and apologized for disrupting things around the house so often, promising that from then on, he would handle things himself.

After a while, even Sungyeol was getting curious as to just what Myungsoo hoped to achieve through bringing so many guests over. One night, while they were sitting across from each other playing chess, he brought it up. "Myungsoo, may I ask you a question?"

He looked confused, but approved, "Go ahead,"

"Why have you been bringing so many, uhm, friends over lately?"

Myungsoo looked caught off-guard by the question, hesitating and sputtering out nonsense before giving his actual answer, "Well, I thought, uhm, I heard you thinking that you felt lonely one time so I thought maybe you needed more friends but all of the people I brought over wanted to eat you -- I'm sorry about that by the way -- but I couldn't help but worry that you were getting bored alone here all the time because I'm always off at my lessons and everything and I just, I wanted to do something for you. I guess."

Sungyeol was trying his best not to laugh at how quickly Myungsoo spoke, and how antsy he seemed to be sharing this. "So all of this started because you were listening to my thoughts?"

"Yes, but in my defense, it's difficult not to, considering we share the same living space and I'm with you for most of the day, every day."

"Sorry for all of your efforts, but I'm not actually lonely."

"You're not?"

"Not at all. I like the time I get to myself. And I like spending time with you."

He looked down at the floor, flustered, "Oh, well, I like spending time with you, too."

Sungyeol beamed, "Good,"

"But, where did that thought come from, then?"

"Of feeling lonely? I'm not sure -- maybe I missed you and you heard me from across the house."

"Oh." He fiddled with a chess piece, rolling it between his fingers, "It makes me happy to hear that. I miss you sometimes, too."

"You do?"

"Of course. You've practically become an extension of myself."

"But what's going to happen when I'm not around anymore?"

Myungsoo frowned, "What do you mean? Why would you not be around?"

"Well, when you turn eighteen then you'll essentially stop aging, but I won't. I'll be gone by the time you're a hundred years old."

"You really think I'd let you go that easily?"

Sungyeol felt chills down his spine. "What do you mean?"

"When I turn eighteen, I intend to make you immortal, too."

So honestly I'm not that happy with how this turned out, but I really want to do the next chapter, so I figured, let's just crank it out and be done with it, right?

As usual, thanks for sticking with me :)