Ryeowook couldn’t remember what he looked like. Not that it was much of a problem; after the first fifty years, he’d really stopped caring. But, laying there that night, he suddenly wanted to know.

He was stretched out across the floor of the living room in his shared apartment. He propped himself up just enough to take a swig of the beer in his hand, then flopped back down, looking up at the ceiling.

“Hey, hyung.”

Jongwoon, who was sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through a magazine and occasionally sipping from his own bottle of beer, looked up. “Hmm?”

“What do I look like?”

Jongwoon blinked in surprise at the question, then shook his head slightly and turned back to his magazine. “Like you.”

“No, hyung, seriously. What color eyes do I have?” Ryeowook couldn’t help but smile when Jongwoon’s face suddenly filled his vision; the older man had gotten down on his knees and was leaning over him, peering down at him carefully.

“Brown,” he said matter-o-factly after a moment and he laughed, leaning back. Ryeowook pouted.

“What kind of brown?”

Jongwoon sighed. “What’s with all the questioning, Wook?”

“I just want to know!”

Jongwoon thought for a moment, quietly sipping on his beer while staring down at Ryeowook. “Pretty brown. Almost a deep honey brown color. They get a lot darker when you get angry, but they literally sparkle when you’re happy,” he said softly. Then he smiled. “What color eyes do I have?”

Ryeowook was ready for this question. “Almost black. They look like the night sky when we went to the beach last year. Really dark, but shining with all of these secrets and powers.” He patted the floor next to him and Jongwoon rolled his eyes but lay down next to him anyway. Ryeowook to his side, peering over at his hyung. “Your hair is dark too. And always messy!” He let out a sharp giggle and Jongwoon wrinkled up his nose.

“Your hair is generally pretty messy too, stupid. Yours is just lighter than mine! A lighter brown. Kind of a medium-brown, I guess. It matches your eyes almost.”

“Hey, don’t call me stupid!”

“I’m indulging your silly questioning, so I’m allowed to call you whatever I want. But I’m going to leave if you’re going to be sassy, mister.” Jongwoon made to move and Ryeowook slipped his hand onto the older man’s arm, tugging him back down.

“Stay,” he murmured and Jongwoon felt a smile tug on the corner of his lips as he reached over and ruffled Ryeowook’s hair.

“What else do you want to know?”

“Do I have any freckles?”

“A few,” Jongwoon laughed. “I have two favorite freckles, though.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. This one here, on your nose—” he paused to poke the aforementioned freckle “—and this one, on your upper lip.” He poked Ryeowook’s lip gently before leaning down, pressing his lips against the younger man’s. He moved slowly, sliding his knees on either side of Ryeowook’s hips and resting his hands near his ears as they kissed. He smiled softly and moved his lips up to his dongsaeng’s cheeks. “You have really sharp cheekbones too,” he murmured, his breath warming up cold skin and his touch sending shivers down Ryeowook’s spine. “And crinkly ears. They’re big and cute,” he chuckled, twisting his head to press his lips against the tip of his ear.

Ryeowook could smell the alcohol on Jongwoon’s breath as he ran his hands up his back, looking contemplative. “Am I…am I attractive?”

“No.” The answer was quick and definitive and Ryeowook felt his heart sink a little. He almost pushed Jongwoon away but stopped when he heard that husky voice in his ear. “You’re gorgeous. You are an angel, Kim Ryeowook.”

Ryeowook laughed, two sharp fangs slipping out of his gums and flashing in the overhead light. “Not quite an angel. Try something in the other direction.”

Jongwoon rolled his eyes, sitting up and crossing his legs as he ran his tongue over his own protruding fangs gently. “Not a literal angel, stupid. Figuratively. You look better than any angel I’ve run across, anyway.”

“And how many angels have you run across, hyung?” There was a playful note in Ryeowook’s voice that made Jongwoon smile.

“More than you’d think, actually.”

Ryeowook slipped over and rested his head in Jongwoon’s lap, letting his boyfriend absentmindedly start playing with a strand of his hair. They sat in silence for a while, Ryeowook slowly growing more and more tired. He felt his eyes start to sting from the effort to keep them open. “Do you ever regret it?” he asked softly.

“Sometimes,” Jongwoon admitted. “God, I’ve lived too long.” He glanced down. “But then I remember that I have you, and I couldn’t be happier. If I had to live for hundreds of years, there’s no one I’d rather be with.” He thought he saw a hint of a blush rise to Ryeowook’s cheeks and he grinned.

“You’re just as cheesy as ever,” Ryeowook grumbled, his words slurring slightly as his eyes slipped closed. “Stupid hyung.”

“And you’re sleepy, dongsaeng.”

“Am not.”

“You are too! Just go to bed.” Jongwoon laughed, easily pulling Ryeowook into his arms and standing, heading toward their bedroom. Ryeowook squirmed for a moment in his arms before he was dumped rather unceremoniously onto the mattress; he let out a snort of laughter as his hyung fell down next to him.

“I love you,” he mumbled, pulling the blanket up to his neck and letting his eyes slip closed.

Jongwoon’s eyes softened and he pressed a soft kiss against his forehead. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, little vampire.”