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Trauma. Betrayal. Guilt.

 

Those three words perfectly described Jinki’s emotions at the moment as he walked absentmindedly through the hospital’s halls trying to forget the events of last night.

 

He was traumatized and terrorized by the fact that Jonghyun, his close friend of almost a century, had done something so heinous and vile as kill an innocent human at such a pivotal time in their lives. At a time where they were starting anew and recreating a name for themselves. At a time when they were trying to rid of their bloody past for a clearer and brighter future, Jonghyun chose now to take a million steps back.

 

It scared Jinki because the situation brought back terrible memories of Jonghyun’s bloodlust days, times where he and Keun-Suk ran amok terrorizing towns and villages for the sake of entertainment. He distinctly remembered trying to convince Jonghyun to change his ways back then, but all he was met with was silence and a middle finger to the face. Those were dark times for their friendship.

 

When Jonghyun finally started to listen to Jinki and distance himself from the Order, the younger vampire had done so well. So well, that Jinki almost forgot about his reckless past. Almost.

 

Now with the news of Jonghyun being the cause of Taeyeon’s disappearance, Jinki couldn’t help but replay the horrible images of Jonghyun’s former self. It wasn’t a pretty site, and quite frankly, he’d rather not think of his friend in that way. However, Jonghyun was making that a hard thing to do.

 

Along with being traumatized, the feeling of betrayal was an even stronger emotion. Throughout their journey of self-discovery, Jinki had been there for Jonghyun every step of the way. Back when they both drank live from humans, Jinki always made sure Jonghyun didn’t go overboard and drank just enough to ease his appetite. That was a battle within itself because Jonghyun wasn’t good at restraint.

 

When Jonghyun decided to quit cold turkey alongside with Jinki, Jinki was there to help with the withdrawals. He knew it was going to be especially hard for Jonghyun who was so used to purging villages for the thrill of it. He was quite proud of Jonghyun because he knew it wasn’t an easy decision for him to make, so he wanted to make the process as painless as possible.

 

Whenever Jinki killed an animal, he’d let Jonghyun drink a larger portion than himself. Whenever animal blood didn’t seem to be enough, Jinki would even offer his own blood knowing it was a bit more satisfying than the blood of an animal. It was still nothing compared to human blood, but it was still a huge help and Jonghyun definitely benefited from it. Whenever he almost lost his mind from cravings, Jinki was there to remind him of the reason why they were doing this. They didn’t want to be monsters anymore.

 

Fast forward decades later, Jinki’s confidence in Jonghyun had grown tremendously. Since deciding to quit, he’d only had two slip ups, both at the hands of Keun-Suk who’d purposely tantalized Jonghyun in hopes of getting his favorite fledgling back on his side. However, Jonghyun’s loyalty lied with Jinki. So, no matter how persistent Keun-Suk was, Jinki had always been there to remind Jonghyun that a life of killing humans wasn’t worth it.

 

But what about now?

 

As much as Jinki wanted to dwell on how betrayed he felt by Jonghyun, he couldn’t help but place some of the blame on himself. He felt so guilty, guilty at the fact that he didn’t help his friend enough. Guilty at the fact that the help he did give Jonghyun wasn’t good enough. Guilty at the fact that he didn’t pay much attention to how much his friend was struggling to suppress his cravings since they’d moved to the new town. He’d blindly trusted that Jonghyun had everything under control, easily forgetting that his friend wasn’t as well-trained as he was at ignoring his cravings. No matter how far he’d come, Jonghyun was still considered a newly ‘vegetarian’ vampire compared to Jinki.

 

He promised Jonghyun that as soon as he started working at the hospital, he was going to get access to some blood bags. However, he hadn’t been able to do it the first day of work because he was too busy getting introduced to everyone, setting up his office, meeting new patients, etc. He was so busy that he’d forgotten about the number one task at hand. As much as he wanted to blame Jonghyun, he felt that he also played a role in his friend’s demise.

 

For example, he should’ve insisted on Jonghyun going hunting with him when they first moved in. The only reason he didn’t press him too much was because he knew Jonghyun detested the taste of animal blood. It was just something he couldn’t get used to. So, with the thought of getting access to blood bags the next day in mind, Jinki thought nothing of it because he believed Jonghyun could hold out one more day.

 

He was wrong. And him being wrong caused a young girl to lose her life.

Along with all of these emotions, embarrassment was becoming pretty dominant the more Jinki thought of the situation throughout the day. How come? Because Minho had seen it all.

 

After Jinki had stormed upstairs, he’d forgotten all about Minho, leaving the poor wolf downstairs in an awkward situation. He was just too upset to think about it. However, while getting ready for work that morning, Minho came to mind and that’s when Jinki remembered he practically ditched him after going off on Jonghyun.

 

Come to think of it, how did he expect Minho to ever accept his offer of staying with them after he’d witnessed the events of last night. After spending so much time trying to convince him that moving in would be a good idea and that he and Jonghyun were reformed vampires that he wouldn’t have to worry about, everything he’d said seemed invalid due to his blowup with Jonghyun. He really hoped he hadn’t scared the wolf away, but he wouldn’t blame him.

 

Although he was pissed at Jonghyun, he was still determined to help him. There was no way he could just to turn his back on him because where else would he go? He knew throwing Jonghyun out would make it that much easier for The Order to claim him again, and with Jonghyun’s lack of willpower, that wouldn’t be a difficult task for such a strong clan.

 

His first order of business was to find the hospital’s blood bank, a room where thousands of blood bags were stacked on dozens of shelves waiting to be used. It was basically the Mecca of Jinki and Jonghyun’s survival.

 

It was crucial that he found the room as soon as possible because Jonghyun could only last about a week without drinking again. If Jinki didn’t find it in time, he’d either have to force his friend to drink animal blood or shove his own arm in Jonghyun’s mouth because there was no way he was going to allow Jonghyun’s slip up to happen again.

 

But how would he find the room?

 

He couldn’t just outright ask for it. It would seem weird and probably make him look suspicious. The last hospital he worked at had the room right by his office, so it was easy access. However, this hospital seemed to have the room sectioned off somewhere because Jinki had walked on about five different floors for the last 15 minutes, and found nothing. It was getting ridiculous.

 

It’s not even like he could sniff it out because he was in a hospital full of humans. He’d just have to hope he could find it before his lunch break was over. He had another 45 minutes, so that should be plenty of time.

 

As Jinki hastily rounded a corner, clouded by his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into someone coming his way. He immediately apologized before looking up and seeing that it was Minho, who was holding a cup of chocolate pudding in one hand and a spoonful of pudding in the other hand, confusion written on his face.

 

“Is this a thing now?” He said after shoving the spoonful of pudding into his mouth. “You hurting me? First you step on my foot in the cafeteria. Now you run into me in the hallway.” He shook his head in playful disappointment. “You gotta start watching where you’re going.”

 

Jinki looked down as he attempted to collect himself. “Sorry. I was busy thinking about something.”

 

Minho nodded, throwing away the rest of his pudding in a nearby trashcan. An awkward silence fell over the two, Minho unsure of what to say and Jinki still brewing over how to address ditching him last night.

 

Unable to take the silence anymore, Jinki rambled, “Look. I’m sorry about last night. I put you in an awkward situation and I didn’t even come back to check up on you. I just left you downstairs with my problematic roommate.”

 

“It’s ok-”

 

“I mean I didn’t even make sure you got home safely. Like who does that?! You were a house guest and I left you to fend for yourself-”

 

“Jinki. It’s fine. I’m a wolf,” he whispered the last part to avoid having others hear him. “I always find my way home.”

 

Jinki nodded as he sighed. “I just feel so bad about the whole thing. And embarrassed. I promise I’m not usually that emotional. I was just so angry at what he’d done. I’ve known him for so long, and I really thought I could trust him not to harm anyone, but I guess my judgment was way off."

 

“So it’s true then? He actually did ki — I mean, he actually did it?”

 

Jinki nodded regrettably. “Sadly.”

 

“Mmm,” Minho hummed in understanding.

 

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. He definitely didn’t blame Jinki for his actions last night. He would’ve been pissed too if he found out his friend had murdered somebody, especially now that Jinki’s made it very clear that he wanted to leave that violent vampire life in the past. Minho got it.

 

However, he also didn’t want to pass judgment on this Jonghyun guy. He barely knew him, but he could relate to him, at least on the part of killing innocent people. He knew what it was like to feel like you had control on things, all for everything to come crashing down in a split second. He still got occasional nightmares about the human he’d accidentally killed years ago. He didn’t think he could ever get over it.

 

Minho decided to switch the conversation seeing that Jinki was still blaming himself for the mess. “So,” he trailed, “Why were you in such a rush?”

 

That seemed to snap Jinki out of his thoughts, but Minho noticed him hesitate to answer the question so he continued, “You can tell me. I mean, we’re like supernatural best friends now, right?”

 

Jinki almost cracked a smile, entertained at the thought of actually having a best friend other than Jonghyun. “I guess.”

 

“Is it a vampire thing?”

 

He shrugged. “Something like that.”

 

“You know, I can tell you’re hesitant to tell me. Scared even. I can sense it.”

 

“Is that a wolf thing?” Jinki asked playing on Minho’s previous question.

 

Minho let out an amused snicker before saying, “Something like that. Now come on,” he said, getting antsy. The mystery was killing him. “Just tell me. I could probably be of some help.”

 

Jinki sighed as he furrowed his brows in deep thought. He didn’t want anyone else getting involved, especially Minho because he’d already involved the young wolf in his mess far enough. But on the other hand, Minho worked at this hospital way longer than Jinki. He was bound to know the ins and outs of everything hospital-related. He would definitely know where the room was.

 

Question was: Would he actually be willing to help Jinki steal the very blood bags that their patients also depended on?

 

“I don’t know if you’d be willing to help. It’s kind of illegal.” Very illegal.

 

Minho stood proudly with his chest stuck out in a Superman pose. “Well lucky for you, I don’t play by the rules.”

 

“Oh, is that so?”

 

“I’ve been to juvie,” he said matter-of-factly as if that’d be convincing.

 

Jinki looked at him in amusement before rolling his eyes, walking past him saying, “I don’t want you involved.”

 

Minho sputtered nonsensically before quickly catching up to Jinki, grabbing his wrist to stop him in his tracks. “I really want to help. I don’t care how weird or vampire-y it happens to be. I mean, you’re willing to help me out, a werewolf. I want to do the same for you. So let me.” You could practically see his tail wagging in excitement. It was moments like this that made Jinki realize how much of a pup Minho was.

 

Jinki glanced down at Minho’s gentle hand on his wrist, contemplating if he should ask for help. Something in him told him he could trust him. He knew he could. He just wasn’t used to asking others for help because he was usually the one helping and taking care of others. But he guessed he’d have to put his pride aside. For Jonghyun at least.

 

Noticing their intimate hold, and the side glances from the other nurses in the hallway, Minho slowly let go of his grasp on Jinki’s wrist, clearing his throat as he waited for the older man’s answer. For a vampire, Jinki had really nice soft skin, Minho noted. Nothing weird about that though, right? Right.

 

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Jinki commented, “I need to find the blood bank. Would you happen to know where the room is?”

 

Minho scrunched his brows in thought. “Hmm. The blood bank. Sure, I know where it is. But may I ask why?” He knew he was prying, but he couldn’t help being a curious wolf at times. There was a low demand for blood transfusions around this time of the year, so he knew Jinki couldn’t have wanted the blood for any patients.

 

“I’d rather you not.”

 

Minho sighed, frustration slowly seeping in. “Jinki,” he said firmly, “The only way I can help you is if you’re honest with me. I promise I won’t judge. I mean, you’re the only friend I have right now who understands me, the only one who knows the truth. I want to be able to understand you too.” Plus, he was really nosy. Who cares?

 

Jinki sighed, looking off to the side before giving in. “Ok. It’s for Jonghyun. Well actually the both of us, but mostly for him. I promised him before we left the clan that once I finally got another hospital job, the first thing I would do is bring home blood bags. It helps him cope more than animal blood does. And as you’ve already witnessed, it’s easy for a vampire like him to slip. So, I owe it to him as a friend to help him through this. I need to keep my promise.”

 

Minho stood there in astonishment. Not particularly at the reason why Jinki needed the blood, but at the fact that Jinki’s so selfless. In the short time that he’d know the vampire, two days to be exact, he’d learned that Jinki’s very giving and worries a lot about other people. He puts others ahead of himself. Minho could learn a thing or two from him.

 

“But,” Jinki said getting Minho’s attention, “If you don’t want to help anymore, I-”

 

“I’ll help.”

 

A smile slowly crept its way onto Jinki’s face. “You’ll help?”

 

“Of course. This hospital has plenty of blood to spare. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.”

 

Jinki nodded eagerly in excitement, finally seeing a glimpse of hope come back into his life. If he could get his hand on some blood, Jonghyun would be easier to control.

 

Minho led them to the base level of the hospital, opting to take the stairs because they’d be less likely to run into someone than if they took the elevator. Jinki was right about the room being secluded. It seemed like they were walking in circles before they stumbled upon a vault-like door that required a code, thankfully one that Minho knew.

 

Jinki glanced at his watch sighing, “Great. I’ve wasted my whole lunch break looking for this place.”

 

“Well, if you would’ve asked me first, we would’ve found this place a long time ago.”

 

“Thanks, by the way,” Jinki said as he walked around the blood bank in awe of the abundance of blood available. It was way more than his previous hospital kept in stock.

 

“No problem. Will you need any help getting this out?”

 

“No, just tell me the code and I can do it myself.”

 

Minho shook his head in defiance. “Nope!”

 

Jinki scrunched his brows, genuinely confused. “Why not?”

 

Minho shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I want to feel important. Whenever you need to get in, you’ll need me since I have the code.”

 

Jinki rolled his eyes, done with Minho’s antics. “But wouldn’t that be inconvenient? What if I need to get in there and you’re busy?”

 

“Hm. I didn’t think about that.”

 

Jinki laughed in astonishment. Minho couldn’t be serious, could he? “Just be a good boy and give me the code, please,” he ended playfully rubbing Minho’s head.

 

Minho grumpily shoved his hand away muttering, “Whatever.”

—

 

Taemin sat on the living room couch bored more than ever. He’d gotten used to the silence these last six months, but ever since the two vampires came into his life, he hated the silence in the house. It just reminded him of how lonely he was when no one else was around. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad if he could go out and explore on his own, but he still hadn’t quite figured that out yet. He’s getting there.

 

He would usually have the background noise of the tv to accompany him, but he couldn’t even watch tv to fill the silence because Jinki forgot to leave it on before leaving for work in the morning. Taemin could have messed with the wiring to cut it on, but the tv was left unplugged, so that was impossible. The only noise he could hear was the sound of cars and kids outside. Go figure. He just hoped that Jinki would be home soon to entertain him.

 

He didn’t blame Jinki, though. He had a lot on his mind – a lot meaning Jonghyun. Taemin really hated that guy. He was actually considering giving him another chance since Jinki loved him so much, but after finding out what Jonghyun did to his brother’s ex-fling, all chances flew out the window.

 

She really didn’t deserve it. Out of everyone that could’ve been Jonghyun’s dinner, he chose to pick someone with a family, a job, friends, and a great personality. Even though Taemin had only met her a few times, he knew how sweet of a person she was. He distinctly remembered when she came to one of his dance recitals. He was confused on who the girl was that his brother was flirting with, but he didn’t care much because she brought him flowers and that really meant a lot.

 

If it were up to Taemin, he’d kick Jonghyun out on the streets where he belonged, but sadly he couldn’t even lift a piece of paper. How could he expect to have the authority to remove someone from a house? He’d leave that up to Jinki, and based on how nice and forgiving he is, he knew Jonghyun wasn’t going anywhere.

 

It’s not like he hadn’t been practicing though. As soon as Jinki left, Taemin attempted to move the magazine again. His morale was already depleted from his first try, so needless to say, his second try hadn’t gone any better. Instead of crying this time, he just sat there on the couch wondering why he was such a failure.

 

He really wished Jinki had more time to spend with him because the guy seemed to have a lot of wisdom. It’s not like Taemin blamed him though. He knew how busy Jinki was with the hospital, Jonghyun, and whatever else that came up. He was just glad to have someone like him around who cared about his wellbeing. He was truly like family to him and he wished they’d met when he was alive.

 

Maybe he’d have more than one person who cared about him if Minho had stayed around. Poor little wolf, thought Taemin. He looked so scared and clueless last night. Taemin would’ve been too if he were stuck in a situation like that. He was pretty sure Minho changed his mind about moving in now. There’s another thing Jonghyun ruined.

 

Taemin sat on the living room couch for a while, staring out the large window, before he heard the sound of keys opening the front door. His mood instantly brightened at the thought of Jinki being home. He looked at the clock and noticed that it was kind of early for the elder to be home, but he didn’t care. He jumped off the couch, ready to greet who he thought was Jinki. However, as the person rounded the corner into the living room, Taemin’s smile instantly dropped at the unexpected face.

 

“Hello,” said the man. “Is anyone home? I came to check out the plumbing.”

 

Taemin stared at the face in shock as tears slowly began pooling in his eyes. “Taesun?” He whispered his brother’s name in disbelief.

 

The last time he’d seen him was the day he died. Ever since then, his brother refused to set foot back into the house, even when his family moved out. The only people Taemin saw come in and out of the house was his dad and sometimes his mom. Taesun, on the other hand, never bothered to come in.

 

It hurt a little, but Taemin didn’t take it to heart. They were close. His brother was his best friend. He knew that if the roles were reversed, it would probably be hard for him as well to go back to the place his brother died.

 

“Guys?” Taesun shouted as a last attempt to see if the two vampires were home.

 

He sighed and made his way to the kitchen, Taemin’s eyes following his every move. Taesun stopped dead in his tracks at the kitchen door and turned around to face the living room. Taemin’s heart would’ve skipped a beat if it worked. Taesun was looking straight at him. Could he sense him? Or better yet, could he see him?

 

Taemin walked a little closer to his brother. “Taesun? Can you see me? Can you hear me?”

 

Instead of an answer, his brother stood there for a few more seconds before he turned around muttering, “This place still gives me the chills.”

 

Taemin dropped his head in disappointment. How stupid could he be? Of course, his brother couldn’t see him. He was human and alive, which was good, he supposed. At least that meant his brother wasn’t a ghost or a werewolf or something. But there was a small part of him that wished his brother was a part of the supernatural. At least he’d be able to see him then.

 

Taemin followed his brother to the kitchen, finding him checking out the pipes under the sink. “It’s about time to replace these,” Taesun commented as he tapped the old pipes with a wrench.

 

Taemin sat on the kitchen counter behind his brother observing him. In only six months, his older brother looked like a different person. He grew his hair out just below his shoulders. It looked unkempt and very unruly, something Taemin wasn’t used to because his brother used to be someone who cared a lot about his appearance. Now, he had patchy facial hair and his clothes looked like that hadn’t been washed in a month. He’d really let himself go, but even with all the differences, Taemin was still happy to see him. If only he knew that he was watching.

 

Taemin decided to talk to him even if the man couldn’t hear him.

 

“It’s nice to see you, Taesun. I’ve really missed you so much. You have no idea. It’s boring here without you. I even miss our bickering. It was kind of fun actually. Anyway, how have you been? Has life treated you well? I surely hope so. Oh! You won’t believe this. You know those two guys dad gave the house to? They’re vampires. ing vampires! I know. I didn’t believe it at first, but it’s true. Werewolves also exist. I met one last night. He was pretty cool.”

 

His brother let out a frustrated groaned as he tried to unscrew a pipe with much difficulty.

 

“I see you’re still doing dad’s dirty work. I thought you would’ve stood up to him by now and told him you don’t want to me a handyman. You’re not even good at it. Plumbing definitely wasn’t your calling. Whatever happened to you pursuing music?”

 

“!” His brother said in frustration.

 

Taemin sighed. “Still have anger issues, I see. I guess those classes didn’t help. Why don’t you just call a real plumber? Dad doesn’t have to know.”

 

Taemin got off the counter and sat next to his brother on the floor. He leaned his head against one of the floor cabinets as he stared at his brother with a lost longing look. “How’s mom? I heard her health isn’t looking too good these days. Will she get better? I hope so. I don’t want her to have to suffer like me, being lost and stuck on a planet without being able to enjoy it. It’s miserable.”

 

His brother slammed the wrench down in realization that it was the wrong size. “I’m a ing idiot.” He grabbed a bigger wrench and attempted to unscrew the pipe again.

 

Taemin continued. “Did you hear about Taeyeon? Well, it’s been all over the news so you must’ve seen it. I’m so sorry. I know you really liked her. I liked her too. The sad part is the person who did it is one of the people that live in this house and there’s nothing I can do about it. I just hope that you’re ok.”

 

Pretty soon, talking to his brother became depressing because with every question Taemin asked, he expected an answer. But he wasn’t getting any. He was only met with silence and he was sick of silence.

 

Out of pure frustration, Taemin screamed, “Hey! Talk to me!” At that, one of the pipes burst causing Taesun to get drenched in sink water.

 

“!” Taesun scrambled to tighten the pipe back as more water sprayed onto him.

 

“Crap, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Taemin apologized over and over again as he watched his brother struggle to tighten the pipe.

 

He always seemed to forget what Jinki said about his emotions being tied to the house. He didn’t mean for anything to happen to his brother. He was just so angry and frustrated that he was sitting directly by the person he missed the most and he could even hug him or talk to him.

 

Taemin quickly got ahold of himself and his emotions, and just as soon as it happened, the water stopped spraying out as if it were never there. His brother looked on astounded at what just happened. He looked down at his wet clothes before standing up with a grunt. He pulled out a pin and wrote a note apologizing for the mess and promising to come back another day to fix the pipes.

 

Taemin looked on in disappointment as tears brewed in his eyes again. “Taesun, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave. Please!”

 

But of course, his brother couldn’t hear him. As soon as he finished writing the note, he grabbed his toolbox and stormed out the house, unknowingly leaving behind his little brother. Taemin watched sadly from the window as Taesun’s car sped off leaving behind a trail of dust, and just like that, Taemin was consumed by the silence again.

—

Going to the bar was starting to become a regular thing for Jonghyun. He wasn’t quite sure what drew him to the place. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Maybe it was the constant regret and guilt that reminded him of the events that took place there before everything led up to what happened that night. Whatever the reason was, Jonghyun found himself revisiting the place.

 

He hadn’t really been at the house too much since Jinki’s blowup. He figured that with Jinki’s disappointment and Taemin’s hatred for him flowing in the air, the smartest thing to do would be to remove himself from the situation. Not like anyone would really notice since he’s usually not around anyway.

 

It was sad, really. He couldn’t even sulk or reflect in his own home. He wondered to himself what exactly happened to his safe haven. Instead of a place of safety, it was becoming a place where he felt unwanted.

 

Maybe that’s really why he was more attracted to the bar. Although it was a negative reminder on what happened with Taeyeon, there was no Jinki or Taemin there to judge him. No one asked too many questions, well except for Kibum of course, but that didn’t bother Jonghyun. Kibum was good company and it was nice to have a genuine conversation with someone who didn’t know him as a bloodsucker. The bar was starting to become a place where he could really escape — it was his very own safe haven.

 

Jonghyun walked in and sat in his usual spot, already expecting the familiar voice that addressed him only moments later.

 

“You’re here again?” He looked up to see Kibum with an amused smile as he settled behind the bar stand. “You know, at first I was kidding about the day drinking thing, but now I’m not so sure. Should I be concerned?”

 

Jonghyun grinned slightly, shaking his head no. “There’s nothing to worry about. Just bring me a sprite.”

 

Kibum scoffed, a reaction Jonghyun expected. “So, you come to a bar in the middle of the day just for a sprite.”

 

“Yup.”

 

Kibum nodded in thought. “Hmm. I see. Is that all you came for?”

 

Jonghyun paused before giving a response, not sure if Kibum was trying to suggest something else or if he was asking a genuine question. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure himself which one he’d rather it be. However, he knew he couldn’t allow himself to get pulled in by another attractive person, even if said person was his type. He didn’t want a repeat of the biggest mistake of his life.

 

“You know,” Kibum said grabbing his attention, “Why don’t you just go grocery shopping?”

 

Jonghyun gave a confused expression. “What?”

 

“I mean, the last few times you’ve been here, you’ve either asked for soda or water. Hate to break it to you, but bar drinks are way overpriced. You’d do yourself a favor by buying a two-liter. Saves money.”

 

“I don’t do grocery shopping.”

 

“Oh, how cool are you,” Kibum said sarcastically as he went to fetch Jonghyun’s sprite. “You must eat out a lot then.”

 

Jonghyun grabbed the drink as he answered, “You can say that.” If draining someone’s neck was considered takeout, then yes, he ate out all the time.

 

“Mm,” Kibum nodded thoughtfully. “That’s not healthy, you know. You should learn how to cook.”

 

Jonghyun scoffed in fake offense. “What makes you think I can’t cook?”

 

Kibum deadpanned. “According to you, you don’t even have groceries to cook.”

 

Jonghyun dropped his head, accepting defeat. “I guess you’re right.”

 

Kibum leaned comfortably on the counter in front of Jonghyun, stating, “So I heard there’s going to be a memorial.” Jonghyun have a confused face that threw Kibum off. He continued, “Taeyeon’s? You didn’t know?”

 

Of course, he knew about it. He knew about everything dealing with the situation, mostly from paranoia that someone would find out about him being involved. Even though he was pretty sure Keun-Suk wiped clean any evidence that linked him to the crime, he knew it would be naïve to think nothing could go wrong.

 

Besides, even with him knowing about the memorial, it’s not like he had the right to show up. He was the reason why there was a memorial in the first place. As guilty as he felt about it, he couldn’t be disrespectful and show up weeping as if he’d known her his whole life when he’s the one that took her life. But of course, Kibum didn’t know that, so Jonghyun just gave a bland answer.

 

“I don’t do memorials.”

 

Kibum nodded in agreeance, surprising Jonghyun. “Yeah me neither, or funerals for that matter. It’s so sad and depressing. But you wouldn’t want to go to see her family?”

 

Jonghyun looked down at his drink solemnly as he shook his head no. “I never got the chance to meet them.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed… I mean you guys were super close that night.” Kibum felt that the biggest in that moment. Why didn’t he know when to shut up or when to stop prying? Why did he always ask questions before thinking about them? He didn’t know.

 

“It’s ok. We weren’t that close. Well I mean we were close that night, but that was the first day I met her. We didn’t know each other before then so…,” he ended, not really knowing how to finish the sentence.

 

Kibum decided to change the subject since it was his fault why the mood was brought down anyhow. “What brings you by, anyway,” he asked casually as he wiped down the bar top.

 

Jonghyun stared at his untouched drink deep in thought. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

 

“Wanna talk about it?”

 

Despite his wishes, he shook his head no. He wished he could have someone to vent to, someone besides Jinki. He needed someone to understand and just be an ear for him. That person obviously couldn’t be Taemin considering the ghost-boy hated him. There was no way he could vent to any clan members. That’d be a recipe for disaster, especially dealing with Keun-Suk.

 

There were just times where he wished he could let out all the thoughts and worries he was too cautious to tell Jinki. Even if he just spoke to a stranger, he would feel better knowing that at least someone understood him and heard him out because sometimes it’s easier to tell a stranger about your problems than it is to tell your closest friend.

 

However, that was hard to do when his biggest issue dealt with being a vampire. Who would take him seriously? Who would be able to stomach some of the things he wanted to confess? There were things he’d done that he was too afraid to even speak of in front of Jinki. If he believed a vampire couldn’t handle it, how could he expect a human to?

 

Kibum sighed and nodded. “You don’t have to tell me. I understand. There’s things I like to keep private too. But just know that if you ever feel the urge to let everything out, I’m here. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Just remember, the bartender’s always your best friend. Anyway, feel free to hang out here all day. You know I won’t kick you out,” he ended as he left to tend to another customer.

 

Jonghyun allowed himself to smile sincerely. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kibum would say the same thing if he knew what he really was. A part of him wanted to believe that he would because Kibum seemed like the type of person who wouldn’t judge. However, letting a human know about vampires was always a risk and a bad idea. It’s not just dangerous for vampires, but it’s also dangerous for the human.

 

Jonghyun knew that if he were to ever tell anyone and the Order found out about it, it wouldn’t be pretty. He’d already ruined Taeyeon’s life. He didn’t want to add Kibum to the list. Even if the Order didn’t find out, there’s no guarantee that Kibum wouldn’t tell other people about it. So for now, Jonghyun would just have to deal with his problems on his own.

 

So, he sat there for the rest of the afternoon thinking about last night. How would he apologize to Jinki? Would Jinki even accept his apology? Would he be able to move past this? Would Taemin ever not hate him? He hoped he’d be able to find the answers.

 

There was one thing he could get off his mind though. Who the heck was that guy last night? And why was he there? He was obviously a werewolf. Jonghyun’s had plenty of unpleasant run-ins with them, so he’d never forget the smell. As for why Jinki invited a werewolf over to their ‘safe haven’ was quite hard to grasp.

 

He understood that Jinki was a peacemaker and made a few friends that were also werewolves, but Jonghyun never trusted them. Maybe it was his paranoia or maybe even the Order’s values that were still instilled in him, but having that wolf sitting in their living just rubbed him the wrong way.

—

An awkward silence fell over Jinki and Minho as they made their way out of the blood room. They almost reached the door to the staircase when Minho said, “So..., I’ve been thinking about your offer.”

 

Jinki stopped by the door puzzled. “Hm? My offer?”

 

“To move in?” Had Jinki forgotten, thought Minho.

 

Jinki gave a shocked expression before answering. “Oh?” He could’ve sworn that after what happened last night, Minho wasn’t interested anymore.

 

“Yeah,” Minho trailed. “I’m in.”

 

Jinki couldn’t help the instant smile and excitement that shown on his face. “Really? Jonghyun didn’t scare you away?”

 

Minho chuckled, “It’s more like Taemin didn’t scare me away.”

 

“Yeah, he can be a bit much. Sweet kid, though. But seriously, I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes especially after last night-”

 

“I don’t feel pressured. It’s just that after I went home last night, I took some time to think about everything you said. You’re right. I do need to be around people like me, people who can understand me more than any normal human would. Plus, I like the house and Taemin’s seems to be a good time.”

 

Jinki grinned. “He is. He’ll be so excited to know you’re actually moving in. At least he’ll have someone else’s ear to talk off besides myself.”

 

“I like the talk too! See, we already have plenty in common. I knew this was a good idea.”

 

“So how soon do you want to move in?”

“Soon. Like when we both get off after work.”

 

Jinki raised his brow in surprise. “Wow, that is soon.”

 

“But I don’t have much to pack. I really didn’t bring much after running away from home. But if it’s a problem-”

 

“It’s not! I’ll just have to relay the message to Jonghyun, that’s if he’s even home tonight. And you know Taemin’s not going to have a problem with it so you’re fine.”

 

“Ok! Great. And thanks, Jinki. It really means a lot, and I’ll try my best not to be annoying.”

 

Jinki chuckled, “If I’ve been able to put up with Jonghyun and Taemin, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to put up with you. Don’t worry. I’m just thrilled that there will be another person in the house to talk to. Not to mention, I still want to help you out with your wolf stuff. It just saddens me that you seem to struggle so much with it.”

 

Minho sighed. “Yeah. I guess it is about time that I learn something new that’ll help. I’m sick of feeling like .”

 

“Well, I’ll make a promise to you right now. I promise that the next full moon won’t be nearly as painful as the last one.”

 

Minho smiled as he held his pinky out for a pinky promise. “I’ll hold you to that.”

 

Jinki thought it was a bit childish, but played along and linked his pinky with Minho’s before the two of them made their way upstairs.

—

 

As promised, right after work, Jinki drove himself and Minho to towards Minho’s camper to gather his stuff. Jinki was surprised at how far out on the outskirts of town this camper was located, but Minho insisted that it was for safety reasons – safety for himself, but more importantly, safety for society.

 

“So how are you able to make it to work on time since you’re so far out and don’t have a car,” Jinki asked as he drove on the trail that led directly to Minho’s camper.

 

“Well, I usually just wake up super early, walk or run to the bus station, then take the bus to the city. From there, I’ll catch a cab to the hospital.”

 

Jinki glanced over before putting his eyes back on the road. “You really go through all of that? Wow.”

 

Minho nodded. “Yeah, I left my car back home when I ran away, and I never felt the need to buy another one, especially since I’d spent a good amount of my savings on planning a wedding that would never happen.”

 

It was silent for a few seconds before Jinki commented. “I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s ok. I’m over it now, mostly.”

 

Jinki decided to change the subject, seeing that Minho’s mood was quickly declining. “Well, at least you won’t have to worry about transportation anymore. You can use my car-”

 

“No, no,” Minho said as he shook his hands in denial. “You’ve already been too kind. I don’t want to use you for your car to. Your house is closer to the bus station-”

 

“Are you kidding me? There’s no way I’m letting you take the bus, especially when our work schedules or so similar. It’s perfect. I can drive the both of us to work, and if you ever need to use my car while I’m not using it, go ahead. I really don’t mind.”

 

Although Minho wanted to refuse, he didn’t argue. If Jinki said it was ok, then it was ok. He just couldn’t help feeling a little bad about JInki giving up so much for him.

 

After about ten more minutes of driving down a narrowing path, they came across a small clearing where Minho’s camper sat conveniently hidden by a few trees in front of it.

 

It didn’t take very long for Minho to get everything together. He only packed three boxes worth of stuff he found necessary – clothes, shoes, and essentials like a toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. – because he thought it’d be useful to keep the camper there just in case he needed it for full moons. Plus, he’d spent so much on that thing. He was going to get his money’s worth.

 

They put the three boxes in the trunk of the car before Jinki pulled off, driving Minho to his new home.

–

 

“Where is he? He should be home by now.”

 

Taemin paced the living room floor impatiently awaiting Jinki’s arrival. It was way past the time Jinki normally got home, and Taemin was a little worried. He also really needed someone to talk to. The situation with his brother never left his mind and he was beginning to spiral down an emotional path that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

 

He sat back on the couch, twiddling his thumbs in boredom. He just really hoped Jonghyun didn’t come back first, or even at all. He already despised being around him in the first place, but being alone with him without Jinki around was something he wanted to avoid.

 

Jinki and Minho finally arrived at the house a little after 9pm.

 

“I need to drop this paperwork off inside first, then I’ll come back and help with the boxes,” Jinki said as he got out the car. Minho nodded as he got out to open the truck.

 

When Jinki entered the house, he noted how eerily quiet it was. Had he forgotten to leave the tv on for Taemin? It was also really dark in the house because all of the lights were off. But Jinki distinctly remembered leaving on the lamp in the living room. There was only one explanation.

 

Jinki rounded the corner to the living room and the lamp revealing a very sad looking Taemin sitting on the couch. It broke his unbeating heart to see Taemin like this because he was so used to him being excited and full of so much energy whenever he saw him. He didn’t like seeing him look so hopeless.

 

Jinki hurried to put his paperwork down and sat next to the ghost on the couch. “Did practice not go as planned again?”

 

Taemin slowly turned his face toward Jinki revealing his puffy eyes. He whispered, “I saw my brother today.”

 

Jinki’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

 

“He came over to check the pipes when you weren’t home. I tried to talk to him but… he couldn’t hear me.”

 

Jinki let out a remorseful sigh. He felt so bad for Taemin. He couldn’t imagine how it must have felt to have a loved one be so close, but not be able talk to them. It was quite a sad situation.

 

Taemin continued, “That’s not even the worst part. I got all ghosty with him because I was angry that he wasn’t talking to me, even though I knew he couldn’t. So, I lost control and screamed at him, but once I did that, the water from the pipes sprayed all over him. He left a note for you guys, and just like that, he was gone again,” he ended as he tucked his head into his knees, curling up more into the couch.

 

Jinki really wished he could hug and comfort him. Now he understood how Taemin must have felt not being able to hold his brother. He scooted over as close as he could to Taemin. “That must’ve been very difficult for you. I’m so sorry you had to experience that alone. Had I known when he was coming, I would’ve been here for you or at least given you a heads up.”

 

Taemin sat up and gave a sad smile. Here Jinki was taking the blame as always. “I don’t blame you so don’t apologize. I’m just glad that you’re here now.”

 

“Yeah, sorry I wasn’t home sooner.”

 

“It’s ok, but why exactly are you home so late?”

 

At that moment, a familiar face entered the living room, sitting a box down by the entrance. Taemin’s mood instantly brightened. “Minho?! I thought I’d never see your face around here again!”

 

Minho chuckled. “Well, you better get used to it. I’m moving in.”

 

Taemin’s eyes widened as he jumped up from the couch shouting, “You’re actually moving in!” Maybe he was too excited because at the end of that sentence, a light bulb in one of the lamps shattered. He looks towards Jinki apologetically because that was the third one this week.

 

He continued “This is great. I would hug you right now if I could!”

 

Minho opened his arms wide saying, “Air hug?”

 

“Air hug,” Taemin complied by opening his arms and hugging the air as if Minho were there. He rambled on, “I can’t wait for us to have sleepovers, and movie nights, and pizza parties even though I can’t eat it, and gossip time, and game nights! I’m just so excited!” Then as expected, he vanished uncontrollably into thin air before coming back a second later.

 

Minho looked on stating, “That’ll take some getting used to.”

 

Jinki chuckled as he watched the two interact. It was exactly what he’d hoped for. Now, how would Jonghyun handle it? That was the real question.

 

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jinki interrupted the reunion. “Let’s get the other boxes and unpack.”

—

 

After spending most of the day at the bar, Jonghyun decided it was time to leave a little after Kibum clocked out. Around that time, more people started to pour in, and based on what happened the last time he was in a bar full of humans, Jonghyun decided it was best to leave. Also, a part of him missed Kibum’s company, and since he was gone for the day and Jonghyun hadn’t quite formed a bond with the other bartenders there, there was no reason for him to stay.

 

It was a long, lonely walk back to the house and all Jonghyun could think about was the reaction to him coming back. He was hoping that since it was so late out, both Jinki and Taemin would be in their rooms or something. But who was he kidding. No one in that house was alive, so they didn’t depend on sleep.

 

Wait. Does Taemin sleep? Jonghyun didn’t know the answer, and it’s not like he’s close to Taemin to ask that question. He didn’t really care. Just curious.

 

In hopes of not running into anyone, once Jonghyun reached the house, he entered through the back door which was connected to the kitchen. At least that way, he’d be able to make a beeline to the stairs instead of having to cross through the living room if anyone was in there.

 

Once inside the kitchen, he closed the door and made a move to walk toward the stairs when a familiar smell caused him to halt his motion. It was the same smell he’d smelled last night as well as years ago when he was with the Order.

 

Why was there a werewolf in their house right now? And was it the same werewolf from last night? Regardless, Jonghyun had never had a good run-in with them and certainly didn’t want one in his home.

 

“I’ll bring down the last box. You should go ahead and start unpacking,” Jonghyun heard Jinki say in the living room. Who exactly was he talking to? And unpack what?

 

Jonghyun slowly walked into the living room, watching as Jinki made his way towards the stairs to the basement with a box in his hands. Jonghyun swiftly walked up to him asking, “Hey, what’s going on?”

 

Jinki turned around, setting the box on the ground so he could get a better view of Jonghyun. “Oh, how nice of you to join us,” he said sarcastically. He honestly wasn’t even expecting for Jonghyun to come home at all tonight, especially since he had the tendency to run away when times get tough.

 

Jonghyun glanced over toward the basement where the source of the smell as coming from. “Who’s down dare?”

 

Jinki sighed as he nervously rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. We have a new roommate.”

 

Jonghyun exhaled in disbelief. New roommate? “And why does he smell like a werewolf?”

 

“Because he is one.”

 

Jonghyun’s eyes widened as he whisper-yelled, “Jinki! He can’t stay here!”

 

Jinki quirked a brow. “Oh? And why not?”

 

“Because it’s not safe. You know how they are.”

 

“Jonghyun, we’re not with the Order anymore. We don’t have to hate werewolves just because that’s what our society has led us to believe.”

 

“It’s not about hating werewolves. It’s about protecting ourselves, Jinki. You know how many bad run-ins we’ve had with them-”

 

“You mean how many bad run-ins you’ve had with them. Yes, I may have encountered some bad werewolves, but I can’t let that small percentage spoil my view on a whole population. Maybe if you didn’t join Keun-Suk on his hate-fest werewolf hunts, then maybe you’d have a different view.”

 

Jonghyun scoffed feeling a little offended. “How do you know this guy anyway? How long have you even known him?”

 

“I met him at work, and I’ve known him just as long as I’ve been working at the hospital. Any more questions?” Jinki was starting to get annoyed, and he certainly didn’t want to leave Minho waiting on him for too long like last time.

 

“You’ve only been working there for two days. What the hell, Jinki?! What makes you think you can trust this guy after such a short time? And don’t tell me you fell for his puppy eyes.”

 

“Look,” Jinki stated firmly, finally fed up. “You’re already treading on thin ice as it is. I’m honestly surprised that I’m even talking to you right now. Don’t put salt on the wound.”

 

“So that’s it, huh? I do something stupid, we get in a fight, and you replace me with wolf boy?”

 

“I’m not replacing anybody, and he has nothing to do with me and you. He needs our help.”

 

“Help? Dammit, Jinki. Why do you always feel the need to help everyone? Everyone’s business is not your concern.”

 

“I helped you, didn’t I?” Jonghyun didn’t know how to respond to that, so Jinki continued, “I know it’s not my obligation to help him, or anyone for that matter, but I want to because that’s what good people do.”

 

Jonghyun sneered, “Good people? There are no good people in this world.”

 

Jinki sighed as he picked up the box. “Not with that mentality.”

 

He made an attempt to walk downstairs, but Jonghyun blocked him stating, “I’m serious. I don’t want him here. The place is already starting to stink of his wolf stench.”

 

“He’s staying here and that’s final.”

 

“Oh, so I’m guessing you call the shots.”

 

At that moment, Taemin appeared in the room. “No, I do.”

 

Jonghyun almost rolled his eyes because he’d forgotten about Casper the annoying ghost. Shouldn’t he be out hunting graveyards or something?

 

Taemin continued, “And since this is my house, I will allow Minho to stay.”

 

Jonghyun hissed, “This isn’t your house. You’re just an annoying little pest we can’t get rid of.”

 

“Oh yeah? Like you got rid of Taeyeon? Don’t think I forgot.”

 

“And I feel horrible about that-”

 

“Oh, do you. I don’t like murderers living in my house, but you better be lucky that Jinki wants you to stay. If it were up to me, your sorry would be out in the streets where you belong.”

 

Jonghyun ignored the last part of Taemin’s sentence and turned to Jinki with a meaningful look in his eyes. “You want me to stay? You’re not going to kick me out?”

 

“I never planned to.”

 

“But why? Why let me stay when I’ve ed up so badly?”

 

Jinki shrugged, “It’s what good people do.” Then he turned and headed down to the basement to check up on Minho, but he quickly walked back up once he remembered something. “Oh, I almost forgot. There’s some blood bags in the fridge. ‘Wolf boy’ helped me get it by the way. You’re welcome.” Them he headed back downstairs.

 

Jonghyun had no idea how the conversation turned to make him feel like an even crappier person than he already did. Here he was bashing some guy just because he’s a wolf. However, that wolf was the main reason why he had access to blood now. As much as he didn’t want to admit, maybe Jinki was right. Maybe the Order did still have some control over his beliefs.

 

As Jonghyun stood there contemplating how to make sense of the situation, he was brought out of his thoughts when Taemin walked up to him and narrowed his eyes.

 

“What,” Jonghyun asked in confusion.

 

“I still don’t like you.”

 

“Ok? I don’t like you either so I guess we’re even.”

 

“We’ll never be even. Just be glad that Jinki wants you here.”

 

“Or what? You’ll kick me out yourself? You can barely move a piece of paper. Why should I be scared of you?”

 

Taemin scoffed. “I may not be able to move a piece of paper, but with a little practice, I’ll be able to toss your out quicker than you snapped Taeyeon’s neck.”

 

“That’s if I don’t call up a priest to exorcise your out of here first.”

 

Taemin gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

 

“Try me.”

 

They stood there staring at each other menacingly for a few seconds, waiting for the other to budge first, before they heard Jinki’s voice from downstairs say, “Jonghyun, stop threatening to exorcise Taemin. And Taemin, stop threatening to throw out Jonghyun out. We’re all friends here. Good? Good.”

 

Taemin leaned in and whispered to Jonghyun, “This isn’t over,” then vanished into thin air.

 

Jonghyun stood there confused because he could’ve sworn the kid didn’t have control over that, but that seemed perfectly timed. He just shrugged it off and walked up to his room. Maybe he could finally get some alone time. His only obstacle now was getting past the wolf smell in the house.

—

 

“I swear those two are like kids,” said Jinki as he put an empty box to the side.

 

“Nothing I can’t get used to,” Minho said as he stood back, dusting off his hands in satisfaction as he examined the room. “I think that’s the last of it.”

 

Jinki stood next to him, examining the room as well, but in disappointment instead of satisfaction. “I’m sorry we don’t have a bed for you yet. I’ll get one tomorrow. Better yet, you can just get mine. It’s not like I need it for sleep anyway.”

 

Minho quickly shook his head no. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be just fine with the couch in here. It’s actually quite comfy,” he said trying to reassure Jinki, but when he sat on it, it let out a loud creak due to how old it was. The springs in it were probably rusty.

 

Jinki’s face scrunched at the sound. “We’re definitely getting you a bed. Tomorrow for sure.”

 

Minho really didn’t mind the couch. He’d slept in worse places, so a couch was a luxury for him. However, he was quickly learning that when Jinki set his mind on something, it was best not to argue.

 

Jinki decided to sit on the couch next to Minho, sighing as he looked at the setup. It wasn’t much. Just a dingy green couch, a rug, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. Jinki wished he could make it a little cozier for Minho, but Minho was just fine with everything.

 

“So, I guess your friend really doesn’t want me here.” Minho said as he leaned back comfortably on the couch. Jinki looked on confused so he clarified by pointing to his ears. “Wolf hearing. It’s amazing. Even though I’m in human form, I still experience some canine perks.”

 

Jinki sighed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not welcome here. This is your home now. You have every right to be here just as much as the rest of us. Don’t worry about Jonghyun. I’ll handle him.”

 

“It’s fine. I do have one question, though.”

 

“What?”

 

“Do I really stink?”

 

Jinki couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the unexpected question. “To be honest, your smell is kind of strong, but I don’t even think it’s a wolf thing, but more or a Minho thing. But to answer your question, no you don’t stink. Jonghyun’s just being dramatic. Besides, I’m used to your smell by now. It’s grown on me.”

 

Minho sniffed under his arms insecurely. “I just wish I knew what I smelled like.”

 

“It’s hard to explain, but don’t stress about it. It’s not like other humans can smell what I smell anyways, so you’re good.”

 

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they settled in the moment, continuing the look around the room. While scanning the room, Jinki caught a glimpse of two photos hung up on the wall. He focused on the first one, which was a photo of Minho hugging someone who looked quite similar to him.

 

Jinki smiled at the photo before pointing and asking, “Is that your sister?”

 

Minho looked to where Jinki was pointing before a smile slowly spread across his face. “Yeah, that’s her. Jinri.”

 

“Were you two close?”

 

“Yeah, very. She’s honestly the best little sister anyone could ask for, so hardworking and nurturing. Even though she’s younger, she used to take care of me at times, and I’ve always been grateful for it. Don’t get me wrong though. There were certainly times where we drove each other nuts.”

 

Jinki smiled, “That’s sweet. I wish I knew what that was like.”

 

“You didn’t have any siblings?”

 

Jinki shook his head no. “I was the only child. Even though my parents were doting and loving, I had quite a lonely childhood. No siblings, no cousins, not many friends.”

 

Minho scrunched his brows. “Wow, that’s sad.”

 

“Yeah,” Jinki nodded. He hated talking about his past because it was so long ago, it seemed like another life. There weren’t many bright moments in his past, so he tried his best not to think about it. “Anyway, what does your sister do?”

 

“Well, before I ran away, she’d just started college. So, I’m guessing she’s still in college. She should be either a junior or senior by now. That’s if she didn’t drop out, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t. Jinri’s smart. She’s not a quitter like me.”

 

Jinki gave Minho a comforting pat on the knee. “You’re not a quitter. You ran away because you believed it’s what you needed to do to keep everyone safe.”

 

Minho sighed. “I just miss everyone so much. I wonder how they’re all doing.”

 

Jinki then glanced over at the picture of Minho and another woman, noticing the large ring the woman was showing off. “That must be,” he trailed off unsure how to ask to question.

 

Minho nodded. “Yeah, my fiancé. Well, ex-fiancé.”

 

Jinki had a feeling this was probably a sore subject for Minho, so he decided to make light of the situation. “She’s pretty. Makes me wonder why she settled for a dud like you.”

 

Minho scoffed in fake offense. “Excuse me, but I’d have you know that I used to be quite the lady’s man.”

 

Jink chuckled, “Used to being the operative word.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s not like I want to be one any more anyway. I’m better off by myself. That way, I won’t hurt anyone.”

 

“What makes you think you’d hurt anyone?”

 

Minho deadpanned. “Is that a serious question?”

 

“I’m just saying. You don’t think you’ll ever try love again?”

 

Minho shook his head no. “I wouldn’t feel right, especially after already being engaged. What makes me think I could love someone else when I haven’t even fixed the reason that caused my first relationship to fail in the first place? I need to work on myself first before I even begin to think about anyone else.”

 

Jinki understood that more than anyone. There were people in his life that he had to distance himself from for their own safety, especially around the time he was first turned into a vampire. He didn’t have the same control that he has now, and he didn’t want his family or any other innocent person to suffer because of him. So, he ran away just like Minho had.

 

“What about you,” Minho asked. “You don’t plan on getting with anyone anytime soon?”

 

Jinki shrugged, images from his past that he didn’t want to remember rushing to his head. “I’m used to riding solo. It’s no big deal for me.”

 

“You can’t tell me there hasn’t been anyone out there trying to get with you. I mean, look at you. You’re quite a catch.”

 

Jinki blushed as he stuttered, not sure how to respond to that. He wasn’t used to getting compliments and wasn’t sure if Minho meant it or was just trying to be nice. “Um, thanks. And I guess no one has been able to sweep me off my feet yet.”

 

“I don’t see why not. I think maybe you’re not putting yourself out there enough.”

 

“Because I don’t want to. Just like you, I’d rather focus on myself for now and keep others safe.”

 

Minho nodded, not able to argue with that. It did make him sad though. Jinki was an ideal partner – nice, good looking, smart, caring, selfless, etc. Anyone would be lucky to have him. He just wished Jinki could find someone who would put as much energy into him that he puts into other people.

 

—

 

After such a long shift at the bar, Kibum walked out the back alley, finally able to remove the frown on his face that he usually sported. Ever since working as a bartender, that had always been a part of his façade. It was more of a defense mechanism, and people often took him more seriously, but what most people didn’t know was that he’s really a big softie and a sensitive guy.

 

The only person he showed his true colors to was Jonghyun. Kibum wasn’t sure why, but the guy interested him. He made him feel comfortable. Kibum was so used to being reserved and quiet, but whenever Jonghyun came around, he often found himself carrying the conversation because it was just so easy to talk to him.

 

It was just nice to finally have a genuine conversation with someone, especially because he didn’t have any friends. Literally none. Why? Because he made the mistake of choosing ‘love’ over friends. His ex-boyfriend didn’t like his friends for some reason, so he got rid of them just for him.

 

He also made the mistake of only being friends with his ex’s friends. It was great in the short run, but in the long run, he shouldn’t have done that because when they broke up, he not only broke up with his crazy ex, but he also was forced to give up on those friendships as well. No matter how much Kibum explained that his ex’s actions was what caused the breakup, those friends still chose to side with him since they knew him longer.

 

It’s not like he could go back to his childhood friends. They wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, and with good reason too. It was understandable since he basically chose a toxic relationship over them, but it didn’t make the reality of the situation hurt any less.

 

Now, years later, he was used to being alone. Even when he did have friends, he was more of an introvert, so he usually blended into the crowd. However, he still couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to Jonghyun.

 

Talking to him was so… fun? Kibum wasn’t sure if that was the right word to describe it, but it was always fun for him when they just talked about everyday things. It was just something about Jonghyun’s aura or his vibe. It was so inviting.

 

Maybe it’s because Kibum saw a bit of himself in Jonghyun. He didn’t know much about his life, but Kibum got the sense that he’s kind of a loner. That night at the bar before Taeyeon walked up to them, he remembered seeing Jonghyun sit there looking like a lost puppy. He could relate to the feeling.

 

Jonghyun’s personality also drew Kibum in because even though he was admittedly being pretty rude to him the first time they met, Jonghyun handled himself so well, it was impressive. Not to mention, the guy wasn’t bad-looking, so that was a plus. But Kibum wasn’t looking for a relationship, especially after what he’d been lucky enough to escape from.

 

The drive home was one full of anxiety and dread. Why? Because of his family, more specifically, family dinner. They had it every Sunday at his parents’ house, which he didn’t know why because as religious as they were, his family was some of the biggest hypocrites he knew, using the Bible only when it benefited them.

 

Once he got home, he quickly went upstairs and took a shower, scrubbing off the strong scent of alcohol before his parents got home. They would have a fit if they smelled. He’d always known ever since childhood that it was best for him to take care of the problem before his parents ever noticed there was a problem.

 

As he got dressed for dinner, the dread kept building up the more he thought about it. His other family members would be coming over as well including his aunt, his aunt’s husband, his two uncles, and two of his annoying cousins, one his age and the other in high school.

 

The only person he was looking forward to seeing was his grandmother. He was starting to think she knew he was gay, but she seemed like she was waiting for him to tell her. That probably would never happen though because he was unsure of how to even bring that up. As long as she doesn’t call him out on it, he’s fine.

 

When dinner time came around, Kibum hoped that it would be a quick one. He was already tired from working all day at the bar. He really just wanted to sleep. That’s usually what he did after working such a long shift, but his family didn’t understand that.

 

Everything went as usual for the first hour. Kibum went downstairs, put on a fake small as he hugged everyone, except his grandmother because she always made him smile genuinely. He sat down and faded into the background as everyone talked and laughed over him.

 

“So when are you going to find a nice girl?” Kibum mentally cringed at his dad’s question. He was hoping he’d been fortunate enough to be ignored throughout the whole meal, but he guessed not.

 

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

 

“What do you mean you don’t know? I’m only getting older and I want grandkids. You’re my only child so I’m depending on you to continue the family line.”

 

His grandmother jumped in. “Stop badgering the boy. He doesn’t have to have kids if he doesn’t want to. Don’t pressure him to date.”

 

Kibum smiled slightly. “Thanks grandma.”

 

One of his uncles decided to chime in joking, “Maybe he’s not into girls!” He was laughing, but little did he know, it was true.

 

His dad instantly got defensive, as expected. “No, I didn’t raise my son to be gay. We won’t accept that nonsense in this house. Kibum, go ahead and tell them about all the girls you used to get in high school.”

 

Kibum almost rolled his eyes. Those girls were just his close friends that knew he was gay. Pretty much the whole school knew he was gay as well, just not his family. Somehow his dad convinced himself that those girls were his groupie or something.

 

His dad continued, “What about the two girlfriends you had that came to the house?”

 

Again, those were just close friends. They agreed to pretend to date him to tone down the gay rumors at school when he wasn’t fully out yet. He didn’t want it to spread to his family. That would’ve been a horror to live with.

 

His uncle hollered obnoxiously as he nudged Kibum. “Bummie had girlfriends?! Who knew you had it in ya!”

 

Kibum answered sarcastically in a monotone, “Yeah. I’m a real lady’s man.”

 

His older cousin scoffed. “Lady’s man? Yeah right. I bet you’ve never even been laid.”

 

Boy was he wrong on that one. Maybe he was right that he’d never had with a woman, but when it came to men, that was a different story.

 

His aunt gasped at her son. “Yonghwa, don’t speak of such things at the table! Besides, I bet Kibum’s waiting for marriage, right? It’s what the Lord would want.”

 

“Nonsense!” Said Kibum’s dad. “I mean, waiting is ideal, but if he slips up before then, the Lord will be forgiving.”

 

There goes the hypocrisy. So, the Lord can forgive him for having before marriage, but not for being gay, Key thought to himself. His family’s view on judgement was all messed up.

 

His grandma stepped in again. “For peeps sake, leave my poor grandson alone. Can’t you see you’re making him uncomfortable?”

 

“I’m sorry mom, but he’s a young man. At this moment in life, young men get curious about lots of things. But you’re right, it’s not appropriate for the dinner table. What is appropriate is him getting a girlfriend. Don’t you want great grandkids?”

 

“If Kibum doesn’t want children, then I’m just fine with him. Now can we please talk about something else?”

 

Kibum gave a sigh of relief when his dad agreed. However, his satisfaction didn’t last for too long because his dad changed the subject to another topic he wanted avoid talking about.

 

He asked, “So when are you going to get a real job?”

 

Kibum groaned as he placed his fork down, no longer having an appetite. “I like my job. It pays a lot-”

 

“Not more than a real-world job.”

 

“It pays enough for me to support myself.”

 

“Support yourself? How are you supporting yourself when you’re living here rent-free?”

 

“I’m living here until I save up enough to move out. I’ve already told you this.”

 

“Well, obviously that job doesn’t pay enough if it’s taking you so long-”

 

“Well, I’m sorry it takes more than five months to raise up enough money to move out while I’m also paying my own bills.”

 

His dad scoffed. “What bills?! Your phone bill? Car insurance? What else? That’s nothing.”

 

“You left out the bill from the student loan I’m still paying off, a pointless bill if you ask me.”

 

“Why couldn’t you be more like your cousin? He’s still in college and just got a great paid internship at a law firm, and what are you doing? Serving drinks to sinners.”

 

Kibum could feel his heart rate increase and the blood rush to his face, getting angrier by the second. “I’d rather do something fun for a living than fetch coffee for some rich that assigns all the work to his interns, but takes all the credit. Yeah, real rewarding-”

 

“Hey! Watch your mouth! We don’t speak like that in this house.”

 

“Oh really? Then what is it that we do in this house then? Belittle me? Constantly remind me that I’m not the trophy son you wanted? Constantly pressure me to find a girl, get married, and have a bunch of kids? Need I remind you that you and mom had me out of wedlock?”

 

“We’re saved now.”

 

Kibum groaned. Saved his . His parents were the biggest frauds in the world. All they did was find reasons to make him feel like nothing he did was good enough, like he’d never be the perfect son they’ve always wanted. Just because they’ve made mistakes in their lives didn’t mean they could redeem themselves by forcing their beliefs onto him.

 

His mom added, “Kibum, you should listen to your father. He just wants the best for you. We all do. And it hurts me as your mom to see you not happy with someone.”

 

Oh, he’s been happy plenty of times with plenty of people. They just weren’t the right gender according to his parents.

 

His stupid cousin butted in again. “Yeah, Kibum. And your dad’s right about the job thing. I mean, how would you feel having to bartend for the rest of your life? Do you think some club’s going to hire you when you’re 60? There’s no longevity. It’s not too late to go back to school and get a business degree.”

 

“Yeah,” said his uncle. “Listen to your cousin. My boy has been making me so proud. I’m sure you’ll do the same to your parents one day.”

 

That stung. That really stung. Kibum had always joked with himself that he knew his parents were disappointed in him, but hearing from someone else’s mouth that his parents weren’t proud of him really put things in perspective. And his parents had the nerve to nod their heads at his uncle’s statement instead of saying something a normal parent would say, like oh maybe ‘don’t say that. We love our son. We’re very proud of him.’

 

But nope. He got nothing. Except from his grandmother of course.

 

She spoke up, “Don’t you say that about my grandson. I’m very proud of him. He’s a young man doing something he loves. Now, I’ve had enough of you talking bad about him. If I hear anymore foolishness, I’m leaving.”

 

But of course, his dad missed the message by replying, “We’re just being honest, mom. He needs some tough love. I’m not saying I’m not proud of him. I just wish he’d make better life choices. Just think about it. He’s not dating right now, he works at a bar, he even got his ears pierced last week!”

 

“Well, I think his ears look just fine. It’s nothing wrong with that.”

 

“Mom, the Lord said-”

 

Kibum could take it anymore. “May I be excused.”

 

The table went quiet for a second before his aunt replied. “You certainly may not. How rude of you to leave without finishing your dinner after me and your mom cooked for hours.”

 

“She’s right,” his father chimed. No shocker there. “You barely touched anything on your plate.”

 

“Oh,” Kibum said with a little sass coming out. “Maybe it’s because I lost my appetite.”

 

“Well, I don’t care. I want to see you finish everything on that plate-”

 

“You’re excused,” said his lovely grandmother. “Don’t worry about it, dear. I’ll give the rest to the dog so it’s not wasted.”

 

Before his family could say otherwise, he quickly got up, his chair making a loud squeak against the floor, and ran upstairs after mumbling, “Thanks, grandma.”

 

He slammed his door shut, sliding down onto the floor before gripping his hair in frustration. He was sick of being treated like a child. He had to get out of there. No matter how many sacrifices he had to make, he was making his escape. Too bad his grandma lived at a nursing home because that would’ve been his first choice to run away to.

 

Also, it’s not like he had any friends that would let him crash on their couch until he saved up. The only choice he had was to put up with his family’s BS a little longer until he could be out on his own. He was almost at the amount he’d set for himself, so just a few more months and he’d be free.

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OK! I’m back! I know that was a long break and I apologize. I started writing this chapter some months ago and I only worked on it sections at a time because I never had the time to just dedicate day to finish it. Nevertheless, the new chapter’s here! I hope you enjoyed it.

I wanted to expand on Key’s character a bit so people can see him as more than just a bartender. He has his own issues going on. And I wanted to clarify that Kibum isn’t an atheist or anything like that. He just isn’t too big on religion and doesn’t like how his family tries to act all holy, but are super strict and judgmental.

The plot is slowly, but surely moving along. I’m trying to not jump to anything too soon because I want the plot to make sense. The only thing I sped up was Minho moving in because him being in the house is important to the plot. Expect a new character in the next chapter! I’m not saying who, but some of you probably can guess lol.