yeongyu 💟

bloodsucker

"Beomgyu... you okay?" Yeonjun asked, his voice quiet but full of concern.

Beomgyu nodded, but the words that came out of his mouth were barely coherent. "I... I... okay... Yeonjun," he stammered, his pronunciation shaky. "No... bad... no hurt."

Yeonjun frowned, trying to understand. "It's alright... I just want to make sure you're comfortable. You're safe here."

But Beomgyu seemed to be drifting off, his words growing quieter and harder to understand with each passing minute. "I... not... hurt... you... no... bite..."

Yeonjun didn't respond immediately. He watched as Beomgyu's voice trailed off, his eyes unfocused as if lost in his own thoughts. It was clear that the vampire was exhausted, but Yeonjun didn't want to push him any further tonight. The exhaustion in Beomgyu's body was palpable, like the weight of his own existence had finally caught up with him.

Soon, as Yeonjun settled into his own bed, the rest of the camp slept soundly in their cabins. But Beomgyu didn't sleep like a normal person. He stayed low to the ground, his eyes darting around the room warily, like he was keeping watch.

Yeonjun didn't realize at first, but then he heard the soft rustling from beneath his bed. When he looked down, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Beomgyu... what are you doing?" Yeonjun whispered.

Beomgyu, curled up and partially hidden beneath the bed, looked up at Yeonjun with wide, cautious eyes. His voice was barely audible, thick with a mixture of fear and instinct. "Hide... danger... I... watch..." His English was even worse now, words jumbled, his fear of the night making his speech even harder to comprehend.

Yeonjun sat up, confused but unwilling to let Beomgyu feel like he was alone. "You don't need to hide. You're safe here. No one's going to hurt you."

Beomgyu didn't move, though. His gaze remained fixed on the door, his body tense, his senses seemingly alert to every creak of the cabin. It was clear he wasn't going to let his guard down, even in the safety of the cabin. He wanted to stay hidden, out of sight, out of reach.

"It's okay," Yeonjun reassured him softly, though he wasn't sure if he could truly convince Beomgyu. "You can rest now. We're far from danger."

But Beomgyu just gave a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head. "Not... safe..."

Sighing, Yeonjun let it go, knowing that it would take time for Beomgyu to fully trust him. He settled back into his bed, but sleep wasn't easy that night. The quiet of the cabin was unnerving, and Yeonjun couldn't help but keep an ear out for any sounds that might disturb the peace.

It wasn't until the first light of morning filtered through the cabin window that Yeonjun finally drifted into sleep, his mind heavy with the revelations of the night. When he awoke again, the cabin was quiet. The campers had already begun to stir, and it was clear that the world outside had moved on. But Beomgyu remained exactly where he had been: under the bed, unmoving.

Yeonjun slowly got up and peeked under the bed, finding Beomgyu curled up, eyes closed. Despite the tension from the night before, Beomgyu was still asleep. It was clear now that the vampire slept during the day, as though the rising sun was the signal for him to retreat from the world.

Yeonjun took a deep breath, unsure of how to proceed, but one thing was clear: Beomgyu needed him more than Yeonjun had first thought.

"Get some rest, Beomgyu," Yeonjun whispered, not wanting to disturb him too much. He pulled a blanket from his bed and gently placed it over Beomgyu, who instinctively shifted under it, curling deeper into the cover.

Yeonjun stared at him for a moment, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. This wasn't what he'd expected when he signed up as a camp counselor. But somehow, he knew his life-and Beomgyu's-had just taken an unexpected turn.

Time passed, and what had once been a secretive companionship turned into something deeper. Over the years, Yeonjun and Beomgyu built a life together in the shadows, always careful, always hiding. Beomgyu never wandered during the day, and Yeonjun made sure to keep him safe.

Every evening, Beomgyu would wake up to find Yeonjun waiting for him. They would talk-though Beomgyu's English never quite improved, Yeonjun had learned to understand him in ways that went beyond words. Their bond was unbreakable, something neither of them dared to define but both knew was irreplaceable.

They had carved out their own world, one where a human and a vampire could exist side by side.

But no matter how much Yeonjun tried to protect Beomgyu, fate had other plans.

The Day Everything Fell Apart

One evening, Yeonjun woke up feeling an emptiness he couldn't explain. He reached out instinctively for Beomgyu, expecting to find him curled up in the darkness like always. But the space beneath the bed was empty.

His heart pounded. "Beomgyu?"

No answer.

Panic surged through him as he rushed outside. The sun had started to set, but its golden rays still stretched across the ground, warm and unforgiving.

That's when he saw it.

A pile of ash.

Scattered, weightless, dissolving into the evening wind.

Yeonjun's breath caught in his throat as his body froze in place. His chest tightened as realization struck him like a knife.

No. No, no, no-

His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, his shaking hands reaching out toward the ashes. His fingers curled around them, but they slipped through his grasp like dust.

"Beomgyu..." His voice was barely a whisper.

A lump formed in his throat, and his vision blurred as tears spilled freely down his cheeks. He had been so careful. He had always protected Beomgyu. How did this happen?

Then, his gaze landed on something half-buried in the ash. A small, worn-out piece of cloth. One of Yeonjun's old shirts. Beomgyu must have taken it with him, even at the end.

Yeonjun clutched the fabric to his chest, his body trembling. His lips parted, but for a moment, no words came. Then, barely above a whisper, he spoke:

"You always waited for me to wake up... but this time, I woke up too late."

A choked sob escaped him, and he closed his eyes, letting the grief consume him.

"I told you to be careful, dummy," he murmured, his voice breaking. "You never listened, did you?" He let out a shaky laugh, but it held no joy. "I was supposed to keep you safe..."

His fingers tightened around the fabric.

"Beomgyu... you never had to say it, but I knew." His voice wavered. "I knew you cared. And I hope you knew... I did too."

The wind blew softly, lifting some of the ashes into the air, carrying them away.

Yeonjun watched in silence, his heart aching.

"Wait for me on the other side, okay?" he whispered. "Just like you always waited for me before."

And with that, Beomgyu was gone.

But in the quiet of the evening, as the last of the sunlight faded and the stars began to appear, Yeonjun swore he could still feel him-just for a moment.

A presence, lingering. Watching over him.

Always waiting.

A/W: THIS WAS KINDA SHORT OR LONG BUT MAYBEEE ILL MAKE A PT 2?..I'll see though😭💜