Day 7: “We had a sleepover and I woke up earlier than you so I wanted to grab something to eat and why the actual are there so many blood packs in there” AU

Minki slowly opens his eyes but closes them as soon as he sees that there isn’t one bit of light yet. He snuggles closer to Jonghyun, with who he is sharing the bed. It is cold outside of the covers and Minki is happy that he has another source of warmth next to the bedsheets because those aren’t enough to keep him warm.

“Minki-ah, keep still for a bit,” says the voice, speaking softly, but it still scares him since it’s closer to his ear than he expected it to be. Minki doesn’t have the energy to fully reply so he just nods, snuggling even closer (or at least he thinks he does, he isn’t sure it’s even possible) and Jonghyun wraps his arms around him.

He really tries to keep still since Jonghyun already fell sleep again but he can’t; his mind is tired yet not tired enough to let him sleep. Maybe some food will do me good. He unwraps himself out of Jonghyuns hold and sits up right, letting his feed touch the cold floor. A shiver runs over his body but he forces himself to leave the warmth of the bed.

He smiles after tucking in his boyfriend and tiptoes to the kitchen.

“What to eat, what to eat,” he mutters to himself.

He looks through the kitchen cabinets and when he finds some oatmeal he decides that hot milk to go with it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Finding a bowl and a spoon too, he puts them all on the kitchen table.

Now let’s hope his sweetheart actually has milk or his whole plan would fail.

Looking through the refrigerator he finds white bottles and he assumes it’s milk. Milk doesn’t grace the label but Minki shrugs it off, maybe Jonghyun gets his milk from the farm, those usually don’t use labels and such. He closes the refrigerator, humming, happy that he could finalize his plan.

He sits down, puts oatmeal in his bowl and then opens the milk bottle, pouring the milk in the bowl too but once he sees that the liquid that he expected to be milk is dark red he lets the bottle fall into pieces, the blood colouring everything red and the glass makes he himself bleed too.

His eyes widen once he notices that his own blood is the same colour as the liquid, his breathing getting shorter but harder.

“Minki.”

His body is being shaken by his boyfriend and he looks op, right into Jonghyuns eyes.

Normally he would have liked being so close with his other half, loving looking at the face that was made by god, but now the face he loves so much scares him and he flinches away.

A hurt look flashes through Jonghyuns eyes and he bites his lip. Minki doesn’t do anything but stare.

“I can explain,” Jonghyun says.

Minki’s breathe evens out and he feels as if his brain started working again.

“Blood. There was blood in the bottle. Blood. Jonghyun why do you have bottles of blood in your fridge?!”

Jonghyun doesn’t immediately reply, he just takes Minki’s hand in his own and leads him to the living room. They sit down on the couch, Minki in between the legs of Jonghyun, his back against the other’s  chest.

“I need the blood to stay sane,” Jonghyun starts, “If I wouldn’t drink the blood out of those bottles I would have attacked you already twice by the time we would have started dating and probably killed you before we would be able to get where we are now.”

Minki doesn’t say anything, but the knowledge that his boyfriend did it in order to keep him safe made him feel warm.

“Why didn’t you say anything about it?”

Jonghyun lays his head down on his shoulder, dangerously close to his neck, and Minki holds his breath. “Don’t worry Minki, I won’t do anything to you,” Jonghyun whispers in his ear. The pair of arms that wrapped around him this morning is once again wrapped around him, but this time it gives him more of a caged feeling than a safe one. They stay like that for almost an hour and when Minki finally relaxes, when Jonghyun knows his boyfriend feels safe in his arms again, he continues talking.

“I wanted to wait till I was sure you wouldn’t leave me because of it. I would rather hide the horrible part of me than have you leave me.”