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Married to a Vampire
Wonho and Minhyuk
“Your Essay is due in two weeks. I want to see your third draft, with cited sources this time! If you have any questions ask now before I leave. Remember I don’t answer any questions during my office hours that you can ask now,” the professor loudly tells the class as they pack their stuff and hurry out the door.
As people scurry to leave the classroom, Minhyuk takes his time, jotting down the due date of the draft on his calendar and then packs his things on his backpack. English Literature was his favorite class so it wasn’t a surprise that his third draft was already finished and safely saved on his USB.
Having all his homework done for the week gave him an excuse to go see the movie that he has been dying to watch. Joheeon, his friend, at first was going to go with him, but then flaked, apologizing and promising to do a rain check on him. Minhyuk had chuckled. His girlfriend had a day off from work so he couldn’t go anymore in which he rolled his eyes in response; even now he was rolling his eyes.
Ever since college Minhyuk had left his frivolous ways and turn into a hardwork student which meant he lost most of his friends. They dropped him from their parties and from their group chats. Instead of partying and getting drunk, he was now watching movies and watching his younger brother getting ready to go on numerous dates.
Just by looking up at the sky Minhyuk can tell that this weekend is going to be very boring, despite having loads of work from his other classes.
Fixing his glasses and inserting his earphones, he begins his walk to his car, blurring the faces of people walking past him. His only goal was to get to his car so he can warm himself with the heater. Winter brings the coldest winds of the entire year. His cheeks were getting a bit tinted with red, warming despite the cold.
With his hands he blows to the empty space between his two conjoined fists. “Marvelous time to wear a thin gray long sleeve shirt,” MInhyuk sarcastically tells himself. Without realizing that he had gone to the opposite side of the campus, he turns on his heels, and as he begins to walk back to where he was coming from, his eyes catch a moving figure at the speed of light. From his peripheral vision he comes to the realization that the moving figure is one of his class mates from his English Literature class.
And he wasn’t alone. There was someone else with him, although it didn’t look like they were having a nice encounter. The classroom they were currently in was vacant.
His classmate in his English Literature class sits in front of him next to a shy girl who always brings different colored stainless steel bottles every time they meet in class. His classmate is shy as well, although he doesn’t appear that way due to how buff he is, and to Minhyuk’s opinion ,one of those guys you see on night clubs dancing and grinding without a shirt. No. Not shy. Quiet. Reserved. Perhaps an introvert?
Whatever he’s in their class, he isn’t right now. Right in front of Minhyuk, his classmate is fierce, rage in his eyes as he swiftly ducks away from the grip of the other guy’s meaty hands. He’s quite very far, but he can still look at their action engaging before him.
The fight propelled him to come forward, step by step, his eyes stuck on his classmate. He was soundless, breathless. Obviously coming closer meant he would be in danger, yet that didn’t matter. His eyes wanted to see more of his classmate, the secrets that he keeps.
As he walked, Minhyuk tried his best to remember the guy’s name. But nothing came. He tried every name he could think of and none fit in with the description of how his classmate looked like.
Some kind of fear crept in him, a fear so inexplicable he didn’t know what to do with the fear. Listen to it. Ignore it. Acknowledge it.
Minhyuk went with ignoring the fear. Finally he had reach the classroom, and by now, the meaty guy was tackling his classmate down. His classmate wasn’t going down with out a fight. With a roar, that Minhyuk felt himself shake, and pretty much the classroom as well, his classmate pushes the meaty guy to a desk, causing him to groan in pain.
Then his classmate does a flip and heavily breathes, never leaving his eyes from the meaty guy. Unconsciously, Minhyuk gasps, covering his mouth with his hands as quickly as possible to prevent himself from making a sound.
His eyes blink tremendously, trying to comprehend what was happening before his eyes. There’s some many possibilities his classmate can be: an acrobat, gymnast, a lover of doing that action. Or he could be a dangerous person fighting another dangerous person.
The last one is probably right. Tension is still up high, penetrating Minhyuk’s source of breathing. His body is alert while at the same time stuck there, unmoving, refusing to leave before he knows what’s happening.
“Don’t you think we won’t stop you before you do another atrocious thing that can get us discovered,” the meaty guy says, calm, dusting himself what looks to be nothing off from the desk.
“For the last time I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his classmate responds, still angry and firm in his position as if he might fight the meaty guy once again.
“Ahh. Pretending like you don’t know what you’re talking about won’t get you off the hook, Wonho. Killing another werewolf from a clan we actually have peace with is not good.” The meaty guy shakes his head, a chuckle coming after, his fangs clearly visible now.
Werewolves? Are they playing cosplay? Are they reenacting Twilight, The Mortal Instruments for their own enjoyment? Minhyuk almost wants to chuckle himself. This event sounds so ridiculously, even watching them is ridiculous, but they’re acting so serious. He’s never been so confused in his life.
“Cut the crap, you don’t fucking care about our alliance with the werewolves pack. You care that they don’t go tattle-telling to our master.”
“Well who decided to fucking pissed of our master that we turned all of the rest against us, little brother,” the meaty guy sneers, coming closer to Wonho and eying him with ire.
“Both,”Wonho raises his voice, gesturing two fingers at the meaty guy,” it was the both of us who fucked up. So don’t come here acting like it was my fault that I had to clean up your mess.”
They both stay quiet, alert, filled with envy and regret, remorse. Not for what they did, but for how the turn of events happened. Now they’re on the run from their masters and anything that they do will cause them to be in danger against the totally of their old clan, and by the looks of both of them, Minhyuk can tell it would be a fight dying for.
As they have their moment of silence, Minhyuk takes the time to think about Wonho. About his name and how good it sounds and how perfectly Wonho fits him. About what’s going on and what he just witness. And about his disgust in finding himself fluster from thinking about Wonho and his abs instead of focusing on the situation and how he can literally be murder if he makes a sound.
Wonho’s abs and face engrave on his mind, his eyes finding themselves only thinking about him. How did he not see him completely in his form and person rather just another classmate?
It seems that Minhyuk gulps every time that Wonho makes a move or he does something that signals he might be caught.
Almost.
Caught.
Unexpectedly, his phone rings. Not gentle and low. Instead blaring and rough. Minhyuk freezes for a second and then as fast as he can looks for his phone to turn it off. And it takes forever for him to find it.
With the push off his finger on the button at the right side of his phone, he declines the call and then turns the ringer off. His heart is beating so fast it was as if he ran from his class to his car when it begins to pour unexpectedly.
Frightened, he slowly turns to look at the meaty guy and Wonho. And to his surprise they’re not there. The meaty guy is gone. Wonho is gone. Except he’s not at all gone.
Caught.
Completely.
When he turns his face to the right, there Wonho is, slight anger on his face, calm, yet on edge.
Minhyuk gulps again, his lips slightly parting. Wonho comes closer. So close up to his face he could kiss him right now.
He doesn’t.
“Are you a spy?” Minhyuk shakes his head, moving his lips, nervously.
“Then what are you?” He growls, this time angry.
Minhyuk shivers, his body turning to jelly at his words. “I’m your classmate,” he murmurs.
Wonho’s face softens a bit, taking a piece of hair from Minhyuk’s eyes away and then caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Right. You sit behind me. Kinda loud. Sort of obnoxious sometimes. But very, very handsome. You could be a model you know.” Wonho retracts himself and stands a couple of inches away from him.
“Thanks.”
“You saw nothing. You heard nothing. And if you do anything that I told you not to do, you’re dead meat. I mean we could use some of your blood,” Wonho warns him, giving him one last hard look before walking away behind Minhyuk, leaving him to think about his consequences from what he just witnessed.
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For a week, Minhyuk avoided going out. Not even to see his mom who he saw every Sunday. He stayed in his bed sulking , watching vampire movies cause why not. It was all fairytale. Except. Wonho wasn’t. And that confuse him to no end.
Wonho is a vampire. From Twilight he understood why the Cullen family chose the gloomiest city in the US: because it heavily rained and it was always cloudy. Kind of where they live now. It made sense why Wonho chose this state as well.
His computer open on his lap, browsers upon browsers open on information about vampires, historical facts, passages from vampire fiction, Minhyuk takes a second to push himself away from all the reading. He’s been ignoring his homework and that’s bad.
After his encounter with Wonho he couldn’t concentrate at all. He wanted to know more about him. He wasn’t really scare that Wonho would do something to him. Despite his words and how scary he looks, if you seem as a threat, he was still fascinated and intrigue by him.
Time had ran out and it was time to head to class. The good thing was that he didn’t have Wonho for any classes today so he could at least breath easy. No questions ask, no suspicions. Nothing.
With fifteen minutes to spare, Minhyuk turns his laptop off, grabs his backpack, puts on his light sweater and a winter coat , and heads to his car as fast as he can to avoid the cold.
Fortunately for him the university he goes to is not far from where he lives. Thanks to that he’s saving money from not living on dorms. Finding a parking space today was not hard; usually he would struggle to find a parking spot.
As soon as he steps out of the car, harsh winds slap his face, his warm body inside shivering. He only had one class in the morning which gave him an excuse to go back home and read more about Wonho. Maybe he could find out if his history has been somewhat recorded.
Minhyuk doubts it. And for the rest of the class he insists to the part of himself that keeps reminding him that of course there won’t be anything of him on the internet that it’s wrong. There must be something about him. Any clue. One clue is enough to uncover secret vampire Wonho.
“Have a nice day everybody. I’ll hand the test guides next time we meet so don’t miss class.” As the teachers hands the papers, Minhyuk gets one and passes the others to the person next to him and without stuffing into his backpack, he leaves the classroom, his mind focus on his laptop.
“Gonna be late for something?” Minhyuk stops walking and cracks his neck to the left.
Wonho is a few feet away, smiling, his hands stuffed inside his blue ripped jean pockets. He had a black button dress shirt over a black leather jacket.
Minhyuk gulps, biting his lip and looking him up and down subtly so Wonho doesn’t tell he was checking him out. He looks so good. Minhyuk smiles, his lips pressed. “Just trying to get out of the cold. That’s all.”
“I know somewhere warm. It’ll make you feel as if you’re in Cali,” Wonho says, tilting his head.
“Thanks, But I cant. I have to go home and feed my cats,” he lies, shaking his head and his hands simultaneously.
“Your cats will be fine if they don’t eat for a day. C’mon. You’re gonna turn down my invite to be with your cats?” Wonho raises his eyes, his smile never leaving, only growing wider into a grin.
“Uhh. I’ll go. Only if you tell me where we’re going.” Minhyuk hesitates. His body is being ripped apart. He’s excited. Afraid. Irrational. Taking chances.
“You can trust me, Lee Minhyuk. It’s my favorite place to be.” Wonho winks at him and follows him to his car. Apparently he got dropped off by his brother so he can be in his car.
For a second he laughed inside his head. The image of Wonho getting drop off by his older, buffer brother despite being a vampire- he could probably fly- was so ridiculous to think about.
Having Wonho on the backseat of his car while he drove was not an easy task. Wonho hasn’t utter a word, only humming. He also stared at him without shame causing Minhyuk to swerve the car anxiously.
“There’s a GPS for a reason. You don’t have to tell me what streets to take,” Minhyuk says as he passes a yellow light. They were closer to a couple of suburban houses in which Wonho decided to be a vampire GPS. He was gonna say human. He sighed at that mistake.
“GPS won’t find the location. It’s secret,” he hushes, his mouth behind his seat.
“Are you gonna murder me and then drink my blood,” Minhyuk blurts out,
Wonho chuckles and then cackles, hitting his back on the seat. “Your blood smells delicious, Lee Minhyuk, there’s no doubt about that. I want to make friends, not killed them. What kind of vampire you think I am?”
Minhyuk says nothing to that, part embarrassed for asking such a blunt question, and part suspicious because why won’t he tell him where they’re going if he’s not gonna kill him.
“We’re gonna pass those suburban house and then you’re gonna make a left,” Wonho tells him, already recollected and composed.
“Okay,” Minhyuk manages to say, fear creeping in slowly.
Passing those suburban houses meant they were getting away from civilization. Trees replaced houses, roaring cars were replaced with abundance of animal noises, and the early afternoon light somehow turn into dusk.
Such a change started to worry him. He glances at Wonho from his rear view mirror for a reaction. But there’s none. His face is neutral, his face looking through his window.
“Um, why is the sky suddenly dark?”
“We just passed a portal to the world of magical creatures that are seen as fiction in your world? My world is always dark,” Wonho says, this time, taking his seatbelt off from him and coming closer to him and then sliding himself to the passenger seat.
“I’m I allowed to enter?” Having him next to him scared him a little. He feels like he’s been tricked and now he’s inside this portal that now seems dangerous. He’s no longer in his world where they can protect him.
Streetlights glowed high above, teenagers and music surrounded them, the streets full. As the car passed through the street they currently on, faces turn to stare at them, silent and emotionless. Panic began to form on his body. If he wasn’t afraid before, in this moment he totally is.
“Please answer the question?” Minhyuk begs, his hands gripping his steering wheel, his heart beating so loud against his chest. Every part of his body was stiff as if it’s protecting him this way.
Wonho doesn’t answer. He waves or nods to a couple of people, his posture cool and natural.
Without noticing, Minhyuk whispers, and almost desires to close his eyes, it tempts him to close his eyes. He doesn’t give in, though.
“Your question will be answered soon. Just drive straight until there’s a turn. My house is the third one.” Wonho takes his phone out and gets lost in it.
The turn is swift and the houses are like the typical suburban houses they had just passed earlier. Everything looked so normal: lights turned on inside, people out and about, cars parked inside their garages. He’s in another universe and it’s just there intermixing with his own world except humans don’t know that Wonho’s universe exists.
Approaching the third house, Minhyuk cranks the engine off, studying the place for any signs of normality there. Wonho gets out of the car and crunches down to the level of the window,” C’mon, follow me.”
Minhyuk doesn’t follow Wonho at first, but then goes after him. He would rather be with Wonho than in his car surrounded by strangers who are not humans.
Wonho’s house is dark and he only turns a lamp on in the living room. He sits down and gestures with his hand to Minhyuk to sit as well. Minhyuk sits at the far end of the couch.
“What’s going on? I know you tricked me,” Minhyuk whisper-shouts, a frown on his face.
“Yes, I did. But only because I didn’t want to drag you here by kidnapping you.”
“You were going to kidnap me?” His voice is verily heard, his question stuck on his throat. He wants to cry so bad. He’s been so out of his mind to be this tricked.
“Yes.” Wonho sighs. He closes his eyes and continues. “I wasn’t gonna do this all over again. I swore I would not do this again. But then you discovered who I was and humans can’t know about our existence.”
“What’s the consequence?” Not death, he tells himself. If he dies now, the life he has been living now has not been worth it.
“Marriage. You need to marry me so I can convert you into a vampire. Unless you want death.”
“Marriage?” Minhyuk shakes his head, laughing, a painful laugh.
“Do you want to die?”
“This is ridiculous. I didn’t intend to hear your conversation.”
“But you did. You stayed long enough to hear our conversations. You could of just walked away but now you know, and if I let you roam your world knowing vampires exist, the council will kill you and me. And I have been living for thousands of years.”
“How selfless of you to think about me.” Minhyuk rolls his eyes, his heart continuing to beat as if someone is beating his heart too hard.
“We have two days before the council comes. Either we’re ready to marry or die and I swear if you want to die this minute I will kill you myself,” Wonho raises his voice, already up from his seat, walking to and back from the kitchen with two bottles of beer.
“I thought vampires can’t drink,” he asks, ignoring what Wonho just said. Of course he doesn’t want to die. He needs to finish college and pursue his dream. He hasn’t even lived his adult life like he has wanted too. He’s not gonna die with only the memories of his drama characters’ lives as his own.
“Not for me. You’re gonna need beer to make your decisions.” Wonho places the two cold beers on the couch since there isn’t a coffee table to place the bottles.
“Ahh,” he screams, ruffling his hair, his body wanting to burst from frustration. He wants to scream into oblivion, endlessly voicing his irrationality.
“I need to go. This is a mistake. I conscious have my life changed so quickly. I’ll be dead anyways. You’re verily someone I know.”
“Then get to know me. We’ll have all eternity to get to know each other,” Wonho smirks. He takes his jacket off and pulls his sleeves up to his elbows. “It’s warm now. You can take your endless jackets off.”
“Shut the fuck up. Why couldn’t you be a normal hot guy?” Avoiding Wonho’s eyes, Minhyuk opens the bottle of beer and half downs the liquid substance.
“Can I go home and think about it?”
“Absolutely not. You can sleep in my room. I don’t sleep there anyways. I just work out. I love using the weights since there not heavy at all,” he laughs as what he said was funny at all.
“Then I’ll be going. I need sleep. You swear you won’t do anything?”
It’s Wonho’s turn to roll his eyes. “No need to worry. I’ll be downstairs to protect you,” Wonho says, air quoting “protect” with his fingers.
Minhyuk nods unable to say anything else. With his head hung low he walks to the closest room there is and turns the light on. He doesn’t care if its Wonho’s or not. Being by himself will serve him good. He needs time to think.
The room contain only a bed, a desk, no chair and an open closet with its rods full of clothes. The bed was tidy and untouched. At least he would be sleeping on a bed that’s still has not been touched by the vampires.
Stiffed, Minhyuk lies down, unable to calm down. His eyes could not close. Even if he tried to close his eyes he would only stare at the door, half expecting Wonho to come in any minute.
Since he stopped his party ways he had never gave himself a moment to think whether he was living his life or not.
Partying always meant he was living his life. There was no doubt that his ways made him happy. Until it didn’t. Until he realized it had no future for him. Most of his friends who continue to live that lifestyle aren’t in school or living just to party, and now that he’s pursing his dream he realized that wasn’t the kind of living he wanted to do.
What he realized at this precise moment is that if he gets to die today he will never get to follow through with his dream. But if he’s dead he would never get to see his mom. Both ways he’ll be dead, except if he chooses the vampire life, he’ll just stop beating, and continue to live thousands years outliving his family. And the other he would never see her again.
How did he get into this mess? He never spoke to Wonho and now he was in the midst of deciding whether to marry Wonho or to be dead. Minhyuk was glad to have this time to think. After all he knows what’s he’s going to chose. Having the chance to think about it gives him time to reassure himself that what he’s doing is right and for the best.
Somehow while his eyes found themselves closing, his mind thought of Wonho. Wonho smiling at him, his body clad in a black dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, black pants, and a bow on his neck. In that dream Minhyuk kissed him hard, the leading up to the big event interrupted by his name.
At first his name sounded foreign, far away. The sound came from his dream. Someone was calling him. He had stopped kissing Wonho. Then reality came into play. His name sounded closer. Someone was shaking him hard.
“Minhyuk.” Shoulders being shaken,
his name said over and over again.
Minhyuk wiggles his body, his eyes peeling from sleep slowly. “Are you hear to kiss me?” He croaks, smiling delusional.
“No. Get up. The council is here.”
“What the fuck.” Minhyuk springs right up, alert and awake. “Are they here here. Like downstair?”
“No. Not yet.” Wonho sits next to Minhyuk and then startles him by kissing him. “So this is the plan.”
Minhyuk touches his lips, a small smile erupting from his face. “We are already married. We are just waiting a couple days before I turn you in, let you spend time with your mom, etc, etc. We don’t have rings cause we’re not traditional. Kiss me in front of them unexpectedly after I speak. My surname is Lee just as yours so no need to change that. And oh they’ll be watching us closely for the first month.”
“Woah.” Minhyuk’s brain is about to explode. Too much information after waking up. But Minhyuk nods. He’s ready.
“Okay. Show me the way, husband,” he giggles, kissing Wonho’s lips for a few good seconds.
“You’re taking this very lightly considering our talk a few hours ago,” Wonho whispers as they walk down the stairs, Minhyuk’s hands linked on Wonho’s bicep.
“We’ll I’m gonna die to be with you might as well start to get to know each other. I’m expecting sex after this, you know for the compensation for being killed.”
Wonho’s eyes widened and then retract themselves to their normal size. He looks at Minhyuk and then says,” Alright. Whatever you want. I did sort of drag you into this mess.”
On the top of the last step, Wonho takes a step down and then helps Minhyuk. His hands are still wrapped around Wonho’s biceps, and as he sees two people from the council standing up with boredom on their faces.
Nevertheless, he was still nervous. These people who look like nothing from Twilight, are young people who look to be around their late twenties, hold so much power that they get to determine whether he dies or he combes back from the dead.
Minhyuk’s hands grips Wonho’s biceps harder. Wonho notices and lays down a hand on top of his and then squeezes it. They look at a each other to confirm that they are ready, and Minhyuk isn’t totally ready until Wonho stoops down to his level to give him a lengthy kiss. They’ve only known each other for the past three days, but Minhyuk can only trust Wonho. It’s Wonho against the new world of vampires Minhyuk just entered into.
“Mr. Lee, wonderful to see you again. How long has it been? Fifty years,” the young woman says sounding like a fifty year old women who wants to appear assertive and bossy.
“Long too many. As you can see I’m married. I would expect you to begin everything in a week. Everything at its own pace,” Wonho forcefully tells her, a force smile on his face.
“Of course. He didn’t know you were a vampire before you both got married, right?” The lady disdained, tells them, evidently seen how much she sees Wonho as unworthy of what he’s saying.
“He’s the love of my life and we want to spend the rest of our lives together,” Wonho lies. The lady wrinkles her lips subtly so Wonho didn’t notice, but they both did. This was making her mad and Wonho loved it. Minhyuk did as well. She was a bitter old woman.
“I see. I’ll keep a close eye on you and your spouse. I’m glad this time you can find yourself a handsome man. Maybe this time he’ll actually want to be turn in,” she smiles a deviant smile and then walks away, the other silent young man following behind.
“What does she mean by ‘actually’?” Minhyuk turns to Wonho who looked hurt and defeated.
“Fifty years ago a girl found out about me. I told her all about this and she uh decided to end her life. I quite understood her but she died because of me, and that sort of put a guilt on me because I didn’t want her to die. I’ve been more of a dick as life went by, tried my best to not get discovered. Until you found out several days ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m excited about life with you.”
“Why is that?” Minhyuk bites his lip, forgetting about the mini meeting they had with the old, old late twenty year old bossy woman.
“Because I had a crush on you ever since the class started,” Wonho admits, smirking and taking one of his jackets off.
“This would been easier if you had said something earlier. I would of agreed sooner,” Minhyuk says, unbuttoning all of Wonho’s buttons in one go, most of the buttons ripped away from the shirt.
“Better late than ever.” Wonho picks Minhyuk up and places him on his waist, taking up to his room. Minhyuk attaches his lips to Wonho’s neck, his body igniting for the first in a long time.
At this precise moment he doesn’t care about life or death. About what happened in the course of three days. About being with Wonho for the first time. About his impending life. About nothing. Just Wonho and him. Skin to skin. Pleasure to pleasure.
Would it be so bad to Marry a Vampire?
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A/N: Finally another one shot update. I loved loved writing this. I don’t know what I was doing, but I tried my best. I don’t really read a lot of Vampire stuff so my story isn’t really accurate. However, I still manage to write it 😂
I hope, hope you like it love @books_books12 I just need two more requested one shots and then I’ll be focused on I’m Not That Cruel and Rivals’ Love Affair.
Not taking any requests, so please don’t ask. For the sake of finishing all of my other writings.
-Laterz Kelsi.
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