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You knew something was off about your roommate ever since the beginning of your living arrangement.
Soobin Choi was an odd guy. You hardly ever saw his groceries in the kitchen move. When you had joked about it with him one time he answered he ate out a lot, and yet you never saw fast food wrappers in the trash. But you let it go, his eating habits weren’t any of your business.
There were some odd things about him you just couldn’t help but wonder about. He was rich, you knew that for sure, but he never spoke about his family. There was no way he was rich on his own. He was a college student just like you. Where was the money coming from? Again, it wasn’t your business, but you wanted to know so desperately how he had so much cash to blow on expensive clothes and gifts for his legion of female visitors.
Oh yeah, there was that one detail worth mentioning here. Soobin Choi had a group of five girls he brought over in rotation. You couldn’t complain too much. You never heard them engaging in adult activities. But then again, that confused you even more. What was he doing with these girls that spent the night? You watched as he showered them with gifts like jewelry and flowers. You wondered if the girls knew about each other, or if he was fooling them all. Was there anything romantic going on, or was it a weird, rich person's way of maintaining friendships?
Soobin Choi was an odd guy for sure, and although you let most things slide, there was one thing about him that bothered you so much you couldn’t help but wonder about it. The blood.
About two months into living together you came home to something you knew you shouldn’t have seen. His door, which seemed permanently shut, was wide open. You remember every detail of that night so vividly, and you don’t think you could ever forget the look on his face when he noticed you. His usually pretty face contorted with so much pain, and then suddenly twisted with anger before he slammed the door.
But you had seen it already.
Blood splattered up the wall, so much of it that it made you nauseous. The smell wafted through the cold air of the apartment. It flooded your senses and burned itself into your memory. You spent the whole night awake wondering if you should do something. Did he do something? Should you call the police? Did he hurt himself? Was he okay? You wanted to ask but fear kept you trapped under the covers of your bed.
But the next morning, sure enough, you heard him talking with one of his female guests like normal. Like nothing scary had happened at all. So whether it was wise or not, you let it go.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t wonder about it.
You stopped questioning how he never ate and you quit questioning the money. You tried your best to push the memory of that night into the untouched parts of your mind. You have been living with Soobin for seven months now, and today Soobin asked for his first favor.
Don’t come home before 7 please. My parents are here.
You looked at your phone screen: 8:37. Surely his parents were gone by now, right? You had even waited an extra hour and a half to give him some time. You were curious, you had to admit. He had never mentioned family before, and now they were here. You regretted listening and wished you had come home earlier.
Or at least, that’s what you thought before reaching your door. You heard muffled yelling, and you wondered if you should wait longer before going in. Against your better judgment, you put an ear to the front door and tried to listen.
“I refuse.”
A female voice answered. “I’m not asking, Soobin! I’m telling you it’s time to come home.”
A male voice spoke up drenched in anger. “You’ve had your fun fucking around. I won’t allow it anymore.”
“I don’t need your permission, Father.”
You wanted to save him from the situation, so you unlocked the door and entered. Three pairs of eyes seemed to pierce through you as you awkwardly spoke. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your parents would still be here.”
His father was strikingly handsome. Though, he didn’t look much like Soobin at all. His hair was blonde, his eyes were green, and he was shorter than his son. He turned to face Soobin and spoke in a softer voice, but you could still hear. “Is she the reason, son?”
“No, and I think it’s time you both leave.”
His mother cleared her throat and you fully focused your attention on her. She was beyond beautiful, and yet, didn’t look like Soobin either. She had dark hair and eyes like he did, but her facial structure was completely different. She replied, “This is not over.”
You finally stepped out of the doorway to allow his parents to leave. The sound of the front door closing allowed you to release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You waited a moment to let the tension in the air dissipate before asking, “Are you okay?”
He faced away from you, but you watched as his shoulders tensed. “How much did you hear?”
“Nothing really. I just heard yelling out in the hall.”
He plopped down on the couch, and you joined him. “Sorry about that. I was hoping they’d be gone before you returned home.”
“It’s okay.” The silence that followed was incredibly awkward, so you attempted to change the subject. “It’s Tuesday. Is anyone coming over tonight?”
“Shit, it’s Tuesday.” He groaned, before asking, “Does it bother you?”
“Does what bother me, Soobin? You having girls over all the time or the fact that they definitely don’t know about each other?”
He laughed, and you were happy to hear it. At least you could cheer him up a little bit. “They all know. I’m not exclusive with anybody. Do you think of me as that type of guy, Y/N?”
His smile made your insides feel like jelly. Your roommate so obviously knew how attractive he was. It showed in his confident demeanor, and yet, this didn’t turn you off like it sometimes would. His confidence was justified in your eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know much about you.”
His smile fell slightly at that. “Really? I feel like I know a lot about you.”
You scoffed playfully. “Like what?”
“Well, I know Cheerios are your favorite cereal, and I know you have math tutoring on Thursdays.”
It was your turn to laugh. “Wow.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm, “You’re quite a Y/N expert.”
“At least I know some stuff about you. I bet you don’t even know my major.”
“Easy. Art History.”
Determination overtook his eyes as he leaned towards you. “How old am I?”
You leaned towards him engrossed in the competitive air. “Twenty-one. I saw your birthday on the lease agreement.”
“Is that cheating?” Before you could answer he shook his head to himself. “It doesn’t matter.” He smiled at you again, but this time with so much sincerity you weren’t sure how anyone who saw this face didn’t fall in love with him on the spot. “It seems you know more about me than you think.”
You simply stared at him. You weren’t sure what to say to that, and how close the two of you were suddenly seemed to weigh on your mind. Soobin refused to break eye contact with you, and you weren’t going to chicken out and look away first. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim lighting of the living room, and maybe you were hallucinating from the lack of air as your body refused to inhale, but it seemed like he was ever-so-slowly leaning closer toward you.
He opened his mouth to speak but there was a knock at the door. You took the opportunity to quickly break whatever bubble the two of you had been enclosed in. You stood up and offered him a small smile before retreating to your room. He didn’t say anything to stop you. Not that you thought he would, anyway.
When the door to your bedroom had closed you finally let your carefully constructed expression fall. What was that? Soobin and you were always friendly, sure, but that was… flirtatious to say the least. However, you were not interested in joining his rotation of girls at all. A rush of conflicted feelings swelled in your chest as you started getting ready for bed.
Soobin was, in every sense of the word, your type. He was taller than average, he had hair as dark as a starless night sky, and you guessed that was because all the stars were stored in his eyes. Every time he looked at you it made you feel exposed. The intensity of his stare, even when in passing, seemed to eat through your composed act entirely. Not to mention, his deep dimples when he smiled were an added layer of handsome.
His personality, though, is what made your heart weak against him. He was a nerd, said affectionately. You had come home a few times to anime watch parties and game nights with his friends in the living room. You had even watched a few shows with him casually and listened as he excitedly explained the lore.
Maybe you really did know more about him than you thought.
You hoped that his guest would do the rest of the job of cheering him up. A few hours later, however, you woke up to the sound of yelling. It was annoying, but you couldn’t stop the worry welling up inside you. Soobin and his guests hardly ever made noise. The thundering of stomping whooshed through the living area until you heard the front door slam.
Your brain fought itself because as much as you believed you should leave him alone, you knew he’d had a rough day already. Slowly, you made your way to your door before peeking out. Soobin stood in the living room with his back to you. The door creaked open, and you called out, “Soobin?”
There was a few beats of silence before he spoke. “Close the door, and don’t come out.”
You pushed the door fully open. “Is everything alright?”
“Close the fucking door, and don’t come out.”
His voice sounded strangely calm, and a bit of anger swelled up in you. You were trying to help him. He fought with his parents, and now with a potential romantic interest. Surely he could use someone to talk to.
You closed the door behind you and gathered your courage the best you could before taking a few steps toward him. “I know today was rough, so if you need me I’m here. You’ve always been kind to me. Let me help you.”
He turned to face you. Your blood ran cold. His normally brown eyes were a deep red, and his face held an intensity you had only seen once. The night with all the blood.
The night you had tried to let go.
“Soobin?”
“You want to help me?” He laughed cruelly and began to walk towards you.
You took a step back. “Yes,” you said, but you sounded weak in your resolve. “I want to help you.”
“Then let me do it. Just once.” He crept towards you, and you kept walking backward until your back hit your door. He stopped when his face was so close you could feel his cold breath. It was hard to breathe and your chest felt so tight it might explode. “Y/N.”
This close you could see his fangs. Fangs? This couldn’t be real. “Let you do what?”
He used one hand to hold your head while his face nuzzled your neck. He barely spoke above a whisper. “You’re smart, Y/N. I think you know what.” You felt the fangs you’d seen graze your neck as he spoke. “Your blood, let me have it. Just once.”
A million questions bounced erratically around your head. Was this a sick joke? Was he messing with you?
Would he do that?
At that question, all others fell silent. You may not know him that well, but then again, you might. He wouldn’t lie.
Right?
“Okay.”
He hummed against your skin.
A kiss, and then a bite.