Kim Heechul is a vampire. Nobody would guess it, though. He isn't especially cool, dark, or mysterious. No, he's more of a loud, weird, diva type. And he isn't rich. He doesn't have super strength, and he doesn't emit a y aura. In truth, he dreaded gym class, and has been fostering a crush on Sohee since the third grade.

Ever since he was little, though, he's had a fascination with vampires. He's loved to read about them, to hear their bloody, y lore and think "That's me. That's something I'm a part of." He wished so hard that Sohee would one day confront him with some cheesy line.

       "How old are you?"

        "Seventeen"

       "How long have you been seventeen?"

And then they would have some sort of crazy, passionate, beautiful love affair. It would be hot.

But that's not what happens, because one day, Hangeng shows up. Hangeng is cool, dark, and mysterious. He's rich, does martial arts, and has the iest glare Heechul's ever seen. The girls can't get enough of it.

Since the minute he walked into the school, people were talking about him, giggling that he was just like Edward Cullen and Damon and every other y vampire that had ever entered the pop culture craze.

Sohee, of course, is the biggest offender.

Hangeng is perfect and wonderful and kind and endearing.

And Heechul hates his guts.