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It’s not long before Seungsik finds himself drowning in those rivers of molten gold again, unable to resist the temptation of his boyfriends’ hungry gazes. 

Now that he knows he can handle both of them in one night, there’s no hesitation in him; it feels too good to be able to satiate both of them almost at the same time, and the second high never feels any less heavenly than the first. He’s unashamedly addicted to the sensation, ready to beg for it if his boyfriends weren’t just as eager.

Tonight it’s Seungwoo who takes the lesser share this time, but Seungsik hardly notices, gone as he is in the high of both of their venom. There’s nothing quite like being between the two of them, meeting Subin’s golden eyes whenever his eyes sluggishly blink open from the soft moans as Seungwoo latches to the other side of his neck. 

When Subin kisses him, he can taste iron on the vampire’s tongue, and he’s not even in half of his mind to really try to kiss back, but something inside feels hotter from the taste, and he makes a soft noise, lost in the sensation even more. 

As they all wind down, none of them care to move from the bed. Instead, they stay cuddled up together, pressed right against Seungsik’s sides. Subin is the first to fall asleep, spooned up behind him, nuzzled between the width of Seungsik’s shoulders.  A firm grip around his waist keeps him pressed right up from behind, and Seungsik feels so good knowing he took care of him so well that he’s full and satisfied.

Seungwoo on his other side hovers from above as they lazily kiss, and the more Seungsik’s mind comes back to him, the more he just sinks into Seungwoo’s kisses, so languid and relaxed. The afterglow from the venom still buzzes with warmth under his skin, and the bites on either side of the base of his neck pulse like hot spots - prickling with sensitivity. 

Seungsik doesn't really know when they stop, head still too foggy to follow, but all he knows is that one moment Seungwoo is sucking on his bottom lip and the next they’ve stopped, content just to curled against one another, Seungsik’s face tucked into the dip of Seungwoo’s shoulder.

With a hum, Seungsik snuggles closer, smiling as Seungwoo’s fingers card through his hair, nose brushing close to Seungsik’s temple. 

“Hyung,” Seungsik murmurs, curled into Seungwoo’s nape. “What does it feel like?”

“Hmm?” Seungwoo’s hands rub circles into the bare skin of his arm, and Seungsik opens his eyes, moving his head so he can meet his eyes.

“When you feed from me,” Seungsik says, voice low from drowsiness and also so he doesn’t wake Subin. His head still feels heavy. “What does it feel like?”

Seungwoo looks down at him, his deep brown eyes so warm, always such a contrast to his predatory crimson stare. 

“Hmm… Well, it feels like…”

Seungwoo presses closer, nuzzling at the side of his face, lips brushing his cheek as he smiles, laughing softly under his breath. 

“It feels like you’re mine,” Seungwoo says, and Seungsik can’t stop his smile from just growing, warmth glowing in his chest and creeping up his neck to his face. 

Seungsik then feels a hand on his cheek, brushing at it so delicately, bringing their eyes together, so close that their noses brush, and it never stops surprising Seungsik how gentle Seungwoo can be, even with the amount of strength he holds. How precious he makes Seungsik feel.

“I am yours,” Seungsik says, hand brushing Seungwoo’s jawline, never forgetting how Subin is pressed right up behind him, arm curled protectively over Seungsik’s waist. “Both of yours.”

“I’m too lucky,” Seungwoo breathes, head falling more into the pillow, gazing at Seungsik like he’s some kind of treasure, eyes flickering over every detail. His hand slides from Seungsik’s face, tracing down his neck to his bite mark, and a shiver runs down Seungsik’s spine. “You give us too much. You know that?”

“Shh,” Seungsik closes his eyes, hand tangling with Seungwoo’s to hold against his heart. “I decide that, okay?”

Seungwoo stays quiet, but Seungsik feels him press his hand closer, feeling the steady beat of Seungsik’s heart beneath his palm. 

“That’s yours,” Seungsik murmurs, and he’s so close to falling asleep again he can only just hear the hitch of Seungwoo’s breath. “It’s all yours.” 

He hears Seungwoo chuckling, but his hand doesn’t move. It stays right where Seungsik put it, right up against his heart. 

“Go to sleep, baby,” Seungwoo whispers, and the last thing Seungsik feels before he slips away is Seungwoo kissing his forehead and tucking his head into his chest. 

~

Seungsik rushes up to the small restaurant in a bit of a fluster, cursing at himself for sleeping in so late. He usually is pretty early riser but something today kept him from fully being able to wake up on his own, needing Subin to finally come in and poke at his shoulder when he hadn’t moved all morning. 

Pushing inside, he quickly spots his friends already sitting in a booth at the window with drinks in their hands. 

“Sik!” Chan perks up as he spots him and waves him over.

"There he is!" Byungchan cheers and pats the space next to him. Seungsik smiles and quickly sits down. 

"Hey, sorry I'm late,” he says, adjusting his seat.

Chan rolls his eyes and scoffs, but before he can say anything Byungchan interrupts, "I was surprised it was you and not Chan for once."

Chan opens his mouth, but closes it again, and Seungsik chuckles. Byungchan laughs smugly while Chan sullenly takes a sip of his drink.

“So, I guess Hanse couldn’t come?” Seungsik asks, glancing around.

“No,” Chan sighs, shrugging. “Maybe next time we can get him to venture out of his hole.”

Seungsik snorts, reminding himself to check up on his friend at some point. “Maybe,” he says, then shivers to himself, pulling his cardigan tighter around his body. “Hey, is anyone else cold?”

Chan looks at him strangely, eyebrows tilting in concern. “Not at all,” he says, and Byungchan hums to agree with him.

“I actually think it’s pretty warm in here,” Byungchan says. “Here, hyung, you can have my spot to sit in the sun.”

Byungchan gets up, and Seungsik is too cold even to argue, standing to switch spots with him, but a wave of dizziness hits him the moment he stands, having to grab the table to steady himself.

“Woah, you good?” Chan holds his arms, and he shakes his head, blinking.

“Yeah, sorry,” he breathes, trying to laugh it off. He moves to his new seat, immediately grateful for the sun that beats down on him. “I think I just need to eat something.” 

Chan looks a little uncertain but nods, eyes flickering down to look at the menu again. “Well, then let’s order! I’m starving.” 

Seungsik musters a smile and nods, quickly scanning the menu for anything edible. They all decide on their order pretty quickly, and it doesn’t take long for the food to get there. Chan immediately launches into a story about work while he stuffs as many fries into his mouth as he can. Seungsik is grateful for the distraction and that he doesn’t have to be the one to do the talking. His head still spins, and his hands are cold, despite the warmth of the sun.

He leans into the window a bit more, trying to catch as many rays as he can, finally relaxing when it starts to warm him. It’s cozy, the way it reflects off the water in his glass onto the table, and it looks like it’s dancing. He feels the corners of his lips turn up as he watches it, the patterns completely unpredictable. 

Then a hand waves in front of his face, snapping him from his daze. “Yah, Kang Seungsik! Are you even listening to me?” 

Seungsik jolts, looking at Chan, expression lost. He had totally zoned out.

“You sure you’re okay, hyung?” Byungchan frowns.  

Seungsik shakes his head, trying to clear it. “Yeah, sorry,” he says, rubbing at his temples, feeling too tired for having barely done anything the whole day. “Channie was putting me to sleep,” he jokes, trying to deflect the concern away.

Byungchan cackles while still stealing several fries from Seungsik’s plate. Seungsik huffs but doesn’t stop him, and Chan predictably squawks in indignation. 

“Hey! I tell amazing stories,” Chan argues, pushing his shoulder. 

“Well, I want to know about this story,” Byungchan says, leaning over and pulling at the collar of Seungsik’s shirt. Seungsik swats him away, but it’s already too late; the marks on his neck and collarbones are briefly visible in the bright sunlight. Chan’s eyes widen visibly, and Seungsik’s cheeks flush under their gaze.

“What happened to you?” Seungsik wishes he could punch that annoying smirk off his face.

“Someone had a wild night.” Byungchan wiggles his eyebrows, and Seungsik huffs.

“It’s none of your business.” He says indignantly and picks up a fry as he thinks of ways to change the topic.

“Oh, come on, hyung. With two vampires as boyfriends? I bet the dick is amazing.” Byungchan snorts, and Seungsik’s ears burn, but he still feels the need to defend himself.

“These aren’t from sex.” He hisses lowly, making sure only the two of them hear.

It works because they both look very puzzled, and Seungsik feels a bit too smug for someone who was just tricked into telling the story he wanted to keep to himself.

“They’re not?” Chan eyes his neck suspiciously.

“No,” Seungsik huffs, his eyes scanning that no one else is close enough to be listening. He can’t help but want to keep this part of his life private. “It’s from feeding.”

“Pretty sure that’s the same thing,” Byungchan says, stealing more of his fries that have already gone cold.

“Feeding doesn’t only happen during-” Seungsik sighs and swats Byungchan’s hand away from his plate. “Stop it.” 

Byungchan tuts, pulling back with a glare. “You aren’t even eating them!”

“You’re the one asking me all these questions!” Seungsik sighs, pushing his plate towards him. “Fine. Whatever, have at it.” 

Cackling happily, Byungchan pulls his plate towards himself more. “So. What were you saying, hyung? I’m very interested.”

“You’re going to give me an aneurysm one day, I swear,” Seungsik groans. “Why do you even care so much?”

“Can’t I be interested in my dearest friend’s life?”

“I don’t know,” Chan says, taking a sip of his drink. “The less I know about both of your guy’s sex life, the better.”

“It’s not-” Seungsik cuts himself off, forcing back the wave of frustration to take a breath, more calmly continuing, “It’s not about sex.”

Byungchan’s smile twitches into a smirk, eyebrows perking up. “Oh?”

Seungsik sits up straighter, exhaling as he pushes back the embarrassment. “Feeding doesn’t… it doesn’t have to be sexual,” he starts, glancing between the two of them. “It’s. It’s very intimate - like sex can be. But they’re completely separate things.”

“So… you didn’t get dicked down last night,” Byungchan says as if this is something he needs to clarify.

“Wha- no, ” Seungsik stresses, feeling the heat in his face flare-up. 

“But it feels… good?” Chan asks, a bit confused still.

Seungsik sighs, trying to regain his composure, rubbing his neck mindlessly.

“Well, it hurts at first,” he says, “But then that all fades away, and it starts to feel different. I don’t even really know how to describe it, but…” Seungsik makes his mind fall back briefly, focusing his vision past his friends. “It kind of feels like floating. Like you’ve been separated from all the bad things, and you can’t feel any of it. And it feels like maybe you should be in pain, but you aren’t. Instead, it feels good - like you’re so connected with them. And the pain that you felt initially… it’s like you can’t even think about it.”

Even now, he can’t help but feel a tingle run down his spine, thinking about how feeding feels. How connected he feels with his partners. How well they take care of him and how he’s giving back to them in return. 

“Well, shit. I need to find myself a vampire,” Byungchan says, startling Seungsik back to the present. “That sounds relaxing as fuck.”

Seungsik sits up, eyes flickering between his friends, face still very warm. 

“I-I mean, I guess you can say it's relaxing,” Seungsik says, clearing his throat, eyes falling to study the wood grain of the table. He picks at the nails under the table, still not used to talking about this. “There’s a chemical in their venom that makes your muscles go lax. It can be pretty disorientating when you’re not used to it. It’s something that I’ve had to work to build a stronger tolerance towards.”

“Well. I don’t know…” Chan says, looking unsure as Seungsik meets his eyes. “That all sounds pretty intense to me. How often do you do this, Sik?”

Seungsik feels his mouth go a little dry, unsure whether Chan is judging him now for his choices. 

Deciding to be vague on purpose, Seungsik shrugs, “I don’t know. Whenever they come to me, I guess.”

Chan hums, still not looking convinced but maybe allowing the conversation to drop for now. Seungsik tugs self-consciously at this shirt collar to cover up the bites, wanting to keep them to himself. There are some things that people just don’t understand, and the last thing he needs is for people to think that Seungwoo and Subin hurt him.

He appreciates Chan’s concern, but Seungsik can take care of himself. He knows what he can handle. 

~

So Seungsik may have told his friends that feeding wasn't inherently sexual, but sometimes, only sometimes, when Seungsik's body is too hot between the two of them, when his heartbeat thrums his skin like a pounding drum, it can be such a temptation. Too incising to ignore. It also doesn’t help when it's been days since their last feeding, so maybe Seungsik gives in a little too easily when they're the ones making him feel so good. 

Tonight, they’re just so wrapped up in each other, feeling and pulling at each other with hungry hands, drowning in searing kisses, every touch so insistent and lustful. Seungwoo's mouth is its own personal heaven, and his tongue can do tricks that just makes utterly Seungsik fall apart, especially in the position he’s coaxed him into, presented on his knees, pressed down onto his elbows, thighs pushed open and spread by large hands. Seungwoo licks inside him like he’s savoring a sweet dessert and his hands keep him spread, exactly where he wants him. 

At this point, Seungsik would be an absolute whining mess, loud and keening if his mouth wasn't already occupied - currently stuffed full of Subin's cock, trying to do his best to suck him off, but it's so easy to lose his focus as Seungwoo licks at his rim, pressing one of his longs fingers inside beside his tongue. 

Seungsik shudders, pulling off from Subin's length to catch his breath, face pressing into Subin's lap and making a sobbing noise against it. Mindlessly pressing back against Seungwoo's mouth, his thighs shake from the pleasure electrifying his veins as Seungwoo's free hand reaches and tugs at his hanging cock, matching the rhythm of his fingers too well. 

"How's he doing, Subie?" Seungwoo asks when he pulls his mouth away, sounding so heart-stoppingly breathless. 

"Hmm, I don't know, hyung," Subin comments, and his hand cards through Seungsik's hair, tugging his face up, bending his neck at an uncomfortable angle. "Isn't Sikie usually better at sucking cock?" 

Seungsik flinches at the words, breath catching, heat striking up his spine like a hot match. He can't stop the whine that works up from his chest, desperate for another chance, and he’ll do better, he swears-

"What's wrong, baby?" Seungwoo's fingers leisurely push back inside, stretching his walls, gradually sinking deeper and deeper, reminding Seungsik just how long and gracefully they truly are. Seungsik groans, shuddering even more as Seungwoo presses right into the hottest spot inside him.

"Hyung," Seungsik whimpers, well aware of Subin's cock pressed right against his face, seeking attention. "Please, more-"

"Subinie will tell me when you've earned more," Seungwoo says, words settling in Seungsik's chest with chilling authority. And his fingers leave Seungsik then, after spending so long slowly working him up to this point, clenching on emptiness. “Then you’ll get your reward.”

Seungsik's eyes flicker up to Subin, so delectably laid out in front of him. His unbothered expression gives Seungsik the impression of a prince waiting to be served, leisurely leaning against the pillows on the headboard, thighs are relaxed and spread, shamelessly displaying his hard cock glistening with Seungsik's saliva. 

Seungsik swallows, pinned under his dark eyes, but he's feeling a little too eager to please today, a tinge too hot. Subin adjusts against the pillows, propping him up, and he raises an eyebrow when Seungsik still hasn't moved. And Subin never has had problems knowing exactly what he wants from Seungsik and how to get it from him - but it’s when he gets like this - when he acts so entitled - nothing else makes Seungsik feel more desperate to do well. 

Breath trembling, Seungsik takes Subin back in his mouth, holding him steady as he slides down Subin's cock with practiced ease, tongue flat and wide, blocking his bottom teeth, and he knows that he's so hot and wet around him the thought makes him that much harder himself. 

He swallows around him, moaning around the length, and Subin's thighs shake; his sounds of pleasure music to Seungsik's ears. He's earning his reward, he knows it. He'll be good for them. So good there's no way they could resist.

Adjusting on his elbows, Seungsik arches his back that much more, putting on a show for Seungwoo behind him too. He sucks Subin’s cock, moving up and down determinately, moaning around the fullness in his mouth, and that’s when he feels Seungwoo's hands return to his ass. sliding over his hips and moving up his sides, up to his shoulders, and then- 

There’s pressure on the back of his head. A force that pushes him down more, causing him to take in more of Subin's cock, pressing it down his throat, and oh my god. 

“Hyung, hyung, oh fuck,” Subin whimpers, his head thrown back as his thighs shake on the sides of Seungsik’s head. Seungsik is being held down, nose pressing into Subin’s hair, fully drooling down his chin because his throat is gagging and constricting, tears springing to his eyes, and going even more lightheaded as he struggles to breathe in through his nose.

When Seungwoo tugs him back up, Seungsik chokes on air, gasping and coughing, tears spilling over down his cheeks, absolutely throbbing between his legs as someone wipes at his face, hands caressing his face.

"Was that okay?" Seungwoo asks, and Seungsik nods, shaking as he blinks the tears away to look up at Subin's overwhelmed face and shuddering chest. Seungsik knows Subin’s getting close, could tell by how his hips couldn't seem to stay still, how he throbbed in his mouth. Seungsik isn’t doing any better, thinking maybe if Seungwoo told him to, he could come on the spot.

"Do it again," Seungsik says, voice choked even more.

"Fuck," Seungwoo's voice shakes, but his hand reaffirms his grip on the back of his head, and Seungsik takes a stuttering breath, taking the head of Subin's cock back in his mouth, humming his go-ahead.

Seungwoo pushes him down, forcing Subin into the back of his throat again, then pulling him back with a harsh pull of his hair. With Subin’s moans falling so prettily onto his ears, hands scrambling to Seungsik’s hair to his shoulders, overwhelmed as he sounds, and Seungsik sinks into it, falling back into his mind, being as pliant as he can be. 

Seungwoo moves his head back and forth to meet Subin’s bucking hips. Seungsik’s face is wet with tears, gagging and choking on the cock in his throat, attempting to swallow because he can feel Subin’s hips stuttering, hearing his moans turn that much needier. “S-Sik, oh, fuck.”

Seungwoo's grip is a pure reminder of his strength, gripping mercilessly at the back of his head, long fingers tangled in Seungsik’s hair. And there’s something so unyielding in his hold that reminds Seungsik how he couldn’t fight them even if he tried. He lets himself be used like this, like a toy, and fuck, there’s genuinely nothing else like this, especially as Seungwoo says beside them, “Isn’t he so good for us, Subinie? Fuck, wasn’t his mouth just made to be used like this?”

Seungsik can barely choke out a whimper, eyes closing and burning in shame - and not that Seungwoo or Subin would ever force him to do anything, but just the thought makes him feel that much hotter inside, that much more gone. It’s that layer of pure trust that makes it all seem so special, so much more intimate. He’s lost in the complete lack of control, letting Subin use his mouth, never fighting as Seungwoo pushes and pulls the back of his head, controlling just how his mouth gets fucked. 

He’s just gone, so completely and utterly mindless that nothing else in the world matters besides two of them. 

Seungwoo’s grip suddenly lessens then, tugging him off Subin’s cock with a wet pop, granting him a moment to catch his breath. Seungsik gasps for air and his limbs feel so unsteady as his head spins. But he can’t leave Subin hanging like that, so he switches to his hand, pumping the length unsteadily as he breathes so harshly against Subin’s thigh. 

“That’s it, Sik-ah…” Seungsik feels Seungwoo’s hand fall over his, too, steadying him and keeping up his pace as they stroke Subin’s cock together now. Subin moans, shudders, sinking even further down the headboard. “You’re doing so good, isn’t he, Subinie?”

“Fuck, so good,” Subin says, voice tight, hands pushing at Seungsik’s bangs so they’re out of his face. Taking one more deep inhale, Seungsik pushes up, adjusting over Subin once more and sliding his hand to the base to steady himself. 

“You think he’s earned his reward?” Seungwoo asks, and Seungsik’s heart jumps in his chest, eyes going up to Subin, keeping his mouth open and hovering over his cock as he waits for the answer. 

Subin’s eyes fall from Seungwoo’s back down to Seungsik right as he takes the head in his mouth. Seungsik makes sure he’s looking up, sucking and wrapping his tongue around him, hollowing his cheeks as he lowers his head, and Subin practically whimpers, nodding as his hands dig into Seungsik’s hair. “Fuck- Yes, yes, he does.”

Seungwoo chuckles, moving back behind, and Seungsik can’t help but shiver in anticipation as Seungwoo’s fingers find their way home again, all three sliding in at once to make sure he’s fully stretched. Seungsik moans around Subin’s cock, dizzy for more, eyes closing as he readjusts on his knees, so his ass stays arched high in the air - completely detached from the part of him that usually feels so shy about these things. 

Instead, all he can focus on is how Subin fits in his mouth, how Seungwoo’s fingers probe inside to prepare him for his cock. Seungsik basks in being caught between the two of them, so ready to give every part of himself to make them feel good. 

Subin slides back to his throat and then back again, his hips bucking up into Seungsik’s mouth erratically as he nears the edge. “Hyung, hyung, I’m gonna…” Subin manages, and Seungsik doesn’t even know who he’s talking to, but he makes a begging noise against Subin’s thrusts, ready to take anything, everything he’s given. Seungwoo pulls back too, hands finding their grip on his waist as the head of his cock presses at Seungsik’s hole. God, Seungsik loves them - loves them so, so much. 

With large hands tightening their grip on his sides, Seungwoo snaps inside, his thrust forcing Seungsik down on Subin’s cock. Seungsik jolts and chokes, barely able to move from how he’s held down with Subin’s hands gripping his hair, to how Seungwoo’s hands splay over his waist. It’s the final push Subin needs, his overwhelmed keen mixing with Seungwoo’s groan as he spills down Seungsik’s clenching throat, fingers painfully twisting in his hair, and it’s so much, so much, he can’t even breathe-

Seungsik comes back to the surface when Subin tugs his head up, and he coughs, chokes, Subin’s cum sliding from his lips in a humiliating scene as he struggles to swallow. He’s dirty, filthy, and gets no moment of reprieve because now Seungwoo is thrusting, making his mind go so overwhelmingly blurry he wonders if he’s even tethered to this world anymore. 

“Hyung- ah,” Seungsik sobs, buried in Subin’s thighs and gripping onto him for support as Seungwoo sets a relentless pace behind him. He got Subin’s cum everywhere, smeared all over Subin’s cock, thighs, and lower belly, completely over his own face as well.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” Seungwoo grunts as he tugs him back even further on his cock, pulling him away from Subin, hips snapping up more, punctuating against his spine.

Brain barely functioning, Seungsik’s hands scrambling to hold onto something, reaching back towards Subin, who uses this moment to move, sliding down and pressing up next to Seungsik’s left side, running a hand through his hair. 

Subin caresses the back of his neck, murmuring praises that Seungsik doesn’t even feel in his right mind to comprehend, but somewhere in the fray, Seungsik somehow finds his hands to tangle his fingers with, holding onto Subin for dear life. He can’t help but glance over, seeing how Subin is just watching him - watching Seungwoo, taking in the rest of the show. 

As if Seungsik could be any more flushed than he already is, he burns under Subin’s heavy stare, dropping his head low, cock pulsing between his legs, unable to stop the noises that are driven from him, so pitchy and overwhelmed. He can barely stay upright, breathing harshly and hiccuping his arms, not even recovered from having his throat fucked.

“Fuck, fuck,” Seungwoo breathes, leaning over him, settling over his back and molding into him like a second skin. A low moan escapes him, almost like a growl, forcing Seungsik down as he uses his grip on him to thrust his hips even harder, snapping flush against Seungsik’s ass.

“Oh my god,” Seungsik shudders, lower belly swirling with heat, feeling so good, so completely lost in Seungwoo’s roughness, in Subin’s care as he grips his hands, rubs the nape of his neck. 

That’s when Seungsik starts to notice it, that eerie prickling sensation running down his neck and spine, how Seungwoo’s mouth is resting at the crook of his shoulder and his is nose pressed harshly into his neck, smelling the blood that pulses at Seungsik’s throat.

Seungsik doesn’t even have to imagine his expression. He knows what’s happening. He knows that Seungwoo’s eyes have narrowed, a pure sense of hunger entering his face, eyes shifting to that deadly shade of red as if Seungsik is a feast laid out before him. Seungsik can’t help but thrive on that feeling as if he’s vulnerable prey caught between Seungwoo’s sharp teeth. He’s overcome, overwhelmed, and there’s nothing that feels more liberating.

"Hyung,” he pants, whimpering, craning his neck to the side. "You want it?"

Seungwoo releases a noise somewhere between a keen and a growl, hips snapping even more brutally at his words. “Sik,” He sounds desperate. Feral. “Fuck, can I?” 

Seungsik's heartbeat pounds in his ears, lighting up inside as Seungwoo fucks him without mercy, letting go of the reins on his supernatural strength, forcing him down even further, face pressing into the sheets. The full weight of Seungwoo settles over Seungsik as he’s fucked, like an iron wall behind him, raw strength hidden away in his lean muscles finally breaking through.

Seungsik wants nothing more than to surrender. 

“Please,” he begs, trying to press his hips back against him, burning as Seungwoo's breath hits right at Seungsik’s neck. He can feel how close he is - how much he wants Seungwoo just to give in and sink his teeth into him. “Seungwoo, please-”

Seungwoo suddenly stops, and before Seungsik even knows what's happening, he’s being flipped on his back with frightening ease like he barely weighs a thing, room spinning as Seungwoo shoves him down into the mattress.

Seungsik has one small breathless moment to look up at him. He sees gleaming red eyes, Seungwoo arching down, fangs peaking into view from his open, hungry mouth-

Pain erupts under Seungsik’s skin as Seungwoo sinks his fangs into his shoulder, a burning sensation slamming into him with one delirious wave. Choking out a scream, Seungsik thrashes his head to the side, everything going white and pounding at his heart and lungs as his high slams into him. Everything suddenly feels heightened, the smell of the iron, the burn of his blood through his veins, the pleasure that just spikes as Seungwoo just keeps thrusting, keeping him pinned under his weight, going harder, harder-

Seungsik feels like he’s flying, spilling all over himself, being lifted so high that he's not sure where he even is; how he feels so good. He’s soaring under a veil of fire, and everything feels so much more, so much bigger, and Seungwoo is pressing up against everything inside, and it’s hot, overwhelming, molten. It’s all so, so hot. 

With the last of his conscious strength, he holds onto Seungwoo's shoulders, digging his nails into his skin, fighting to keep his hands on Seungwoo’s back, but it could never last, and soon he feels everything getting heavier and his head going lighter, slipping away. Seungwoo’s body rolls above him, thighs bend in an awkward open position because he has no strength to keep them curled around his waist.

Then he’s being kissed, tasting his own blood in his mouth, making him aware once more that there’s a fullness lodged on him, every atom burning and prickling for something more. He wants to ask for it, wants to beg for it, but he can’t. He can barely even make a noise, sluggishly moving his head to the side, a broken whimper barely leaving his throat. 

“Fuck, I know, baby,” Seungwoo says, and he’s moaning so beautifully in Seungsik’s ears. It all just echoes infinitely inside him. “I’m close. I’m close.”

“Hyung,” he murmurs, and Seungwoo moans, readjusting his grip on his legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Seungwoo tucks his head back into his neck, sucking and licking at his bite, and Seungsik feels like he’s unraveling. Like a loose thread that’s being pulled, and suddenly everything's coming undone.

“Gonna come. Gonna come, baby,” Seungwoo pants, and Seungsik doesn’t need anything more than that, feeling Seungwoo curling over his body, just sinking into him, holding him down however he likes. None of it matters. He can do with him as he likes.

Seungsik exists somewhere else now, turning to the side and seeing Subin still watching him, staring with his golden eyes, but it barely even registers it. In fact, he doesn’t feel much of anything - how sticky his face and stomach are, how painfully his shoulder throbs, how strained and scratchy his throat feels, or the way his blood has smeared over his chest, getting all over their sheets. He can’t even remember what they were doing. Where is he?

“Sik?” Subin calls, hand brushing his cheek. “Hyung. Hyung, wait, stop.” 

“Seungsik?” Seungsik hasn’t even realized his eyes have closed until Seungwoo’s voice calls, “Sik, baby, are you okay? Open your eyes.”

With the encouragement, he manages to obey, eyes opening half-lidded and unfocused. Seungwoo is above him, staring down, and Seungsik doesn’t feel right. Doesn’t feel the same as he usually would. Instead of glowing inside from the aftermath of it all, his head feels so unbelievably heavy, like cement weighing him down, and opening his eyes hurts, hurts more than it ever has. 

He tries to say something, tries to push Seungwoo off, but he can barely move his arms, much less put strength behind them. 

“Baby?” he hears, but he can’t even tell who said it. But Seungwoo isn’t smiling anymore. And Subin’s touching his face, saying something else. He’s upside down. Or maybe Seungsik is. Distantly, he thinks he might throw up. 

He feels panic. The briefest, purest panic because he can’t tell them what’s wrong, and his world is flipping inside-out, sliding away from him before he can even know how to process what’s happening. It’s wrong. It’s all wrong. 

“Baby, look at us. Sik. Seungsik!”

His eyes shut. And he forgets everything else.

~

Seungsik struggles, fighting against dark waters as heavy, wet clothes drag him down further from the surface, further from warmth, further from air.

His head pounds. He can’t see. But something calls for him - something he needs. No. Someone he needs. And tries, tries to swim, but the light only seems to filter farther away, and it’s hopeless. He can’t do it, he’s not strong enough.

That’s when he wakes up. 

Waking up from the dream leaves him feeling sluggish, faraway. Even as he inhales, he still feels the heaviness of the water surrounding him, a freezing chill as goosebumps crawl over his skin, shivering from the cold, a pounding pressure in his head.

Seungsik slowly opens his eyes. Light pierces painfully into his skull, head spinning from the minor action, causing him to shift in pain, every joint burning. 

Movement in front of him makes him dizzy, but he blinks instead of closing his eyes again. Slowly he focuses on a worried face, mouth moving soundlessly. Seungsik frowns and tries to hear past the ringing in his ears, but it’s no use. 

Everything spins, so he closes his eyes, trying to hold off the nausea. The ringing in his ears slowly subsides, and mutely he thinks he hears Subin’s urgent voice.

“Seungwoo hyung! He’s awake, but he’s not responding.” Seungsik groans and reaches out in front of him.

“Subinie?” he manages, voice trembling.

“Hyung?” Subin grasps his hand a little too strong, and Seungsik winces. “Hyung, can you hear me?”

Seungsik hums in affirmation, trying to force the strength forward to squeeze Subin's hand, wondering if he can even feel it. 

He hesitantly tries opening his eyes again, breathing easier as the room stays stationary. However, the pounding in his head remains present, so he groans and lifts a hand to his head. It feels weak, shaking as he rubs his temple.

“How do you feel, hyung?” Subin asks, holding a hand up to feel his head. Seungsik doesn’t know, so he carefully tries to sit up. Subin jumps to help him, keeping a steadying hand on his back as Seungsik pushes upright. He feels horribly lightheaded - like he might tumble backward again if it weren’t for Subin’s help.

“Dizzy...” Seungsik answers weakly, leaning into Subin’s hand. Subin gently runs his hand across his back, eyes still full of concern, then a figure walks through the doorway, taking both of their attention away.

“Sik,” Seungwoo calls, heaving a sound of relief as he comes over and sits at Seungsik’s side. 

“Baby, you scared me,” Seungwoo whispers, hands coming up to cradle his face, brushing back his hair. He has keys in his hands, fully dressed, just like Subin. It’s when Seungsik notices that he’s wearing clothes too, wondering who dressed him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve noticed something was wrong.”

Seungsik shakes his head, but the action causes his head to throb, and he winces. “It’s okay. I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.”

“Do you remember what happened?” Subin asks, carefully taking his hand. “You just looked so pale suddenly… and then you passed out.”

Seungsik shakes his head, just as confused as they are. “I just remember feeling like I normally would, but then… I don’t know. I just suddenly felt disoriented and lightheaded. I can’t really explain it…” He shivers as another wave of chills running through his body. 

Subin makes a disconcerting noise and squeezes his hand softly.

“We’re going to take you to the hospital, baby,” Seungwoo says gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. The worry is evident in his voice, but he smiles at Seungsik anyway. “Can you stand? Or should I carry you?”

“No, I...” Seungsik starts but falters, trying to push himself up, only to discover he truly has no strength in his body. Even the small amount of movement makes everything hurt and spikes the pain in his head. 

“Okay, I’m carrying you. Subin, you go ahead and get the car started.” Seungwoo’s tone leaves no room for argument, handing Subin the car keys. Seungsik swallows in embarrassment but doesn’t argue against him. 

Feeling weaker than he ever has, he wraps his arms around Seungwoo’s neck, holding on as tight as he can manage while Seungwoo carefully lifts him from their bed. He doesn’t like feeling so helpless, but Seungwoo’s strong arms make him feel safe, at least.

Usually, Seungwoo would be fast. Seungsik knows it goes against his very nature to move this slow, especially given the situation, but Seungwoo moves as gently as possible. Seungsik tucks his head into his chest, barely feeling the movements as Seungwoo so carefully moves him.

Subin is waiting for them as they make it outside, already rolled up in the car. He watches with large, concerned eyes as Seungwoo carefully lowers Seungsik into the passenger seat, putting on his seatbelt for him, and the very next second, he's in the back seat.

“Go slower,” Seungwoo tells Subin when just the bumps to leave the parking lot make Seungsik whimper in pain. He appreciates it, but the ride to the hospital is slow and bumpy, and Seungsik's skull feels like it's cracking open. It’s a small mercy that it’s dark outside and he doesn’t have to worry about the brightness of the sun irritating his head ache even more. 

Before they even entirely stop, Seungwoo is already by his side, helping him out of the car and into the ER while Subin finds a parking spot.

For a late night, the waiting room is busy and bright. Seungsik closes his eyes, feeling like he's about to throw up as he sits in one of the small chairs while Seungwoo stands at a counter, filling out a form for him. It's not long before Subin joins him and wraps a protective arm around his shoulder as they wait.

When a nurse finally calls them over, Subin is the one who helps him get up and hobble over to one of the beds, separated from the rest by thick curtains. 

Seungwoo joins them, sitting next to Subin, eyes scanning the small room warily. Seungsik can’t help trying to make himself even smaller, trying to suppress another shiver from inside, clenching his teeth to keep them from chattering. Despite the large sweater he’s wearing and the heated hospital building, he shivers, feeling inexplicably cold on the inside.

“Hey,” Seungwoo breathes, getting up from his seat to come over. “Sik, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I don’t know,” Seungsik whispers, honestly feeling overwhelmed. “I’m just cold. I don’t know why. But-” Seungsik gets interrupted by both his boyfriends hastily taking off some of their layers and giving them their extra clothes. 

“Here,” Seungwoo says, pulling his jacket over his shoulders, rubbing his arms for warmth. Subin’s sweater has somehow made it in his lap, too, so he just decides to hold it to his chest, blanketing his legs as they wait. They aren’t warm like they would be if a human had been wearing the clothes, but Seungsik still softens at the gesture, holding them tight to his body.

“Thanks,” Seungsik whispers, and Seungwoo nods, looking hesitant to leave his side to sit down.

“Hyung,” Subin calls, urging him to sit next to him. Sighing, Seungwoo concedes, and they all wait together, sitting in silence. 

A young doctor peaks in through the curtain and greets them. "Hello, I'm Dr. Lim,” he says, walking in and pulling the curtain closed behind him. 

He pulls up a chair to Seungsik’s bedside, smiling at them. “How are we all doing today?” he asks, looking around, and Seungsik instantly notices his fangs. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise considering that vampire doctors are becoming more common these days, given their heightened senses. But he had never come across one before. 

"Hi, I'm Han Seungwoo. This is Kang Seungsik and Jung Subin." Seungwoo answers when Seungsik finally registers that he's been spoken to.

"Ah, well. Mr. Kang, can you tell me what happened?" Dr. Lim smiles kindly at him. "It says here you fainted."

"Uhm, yes. I- I fainted." Seungsik stammers, his cheek flushing.

"Mhm. I'm just going to put this on your finger here." The doctor answers and shows him a little clip before carefully attaching it to Seungsik's finger. Immediately the monitors begin to show his vitals, and Dr. Lim glances at them briefly.

"Do you remember what you were doing when you fainted?" He asks as he turns back.

Seungsik's blush deepens, and he stutters something inaudible. He does remember, but to say it out loud…

"We were having sex," Subin pipes up, not a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Subin," Seungsik hisses, shooting him a look.

Dr. Lim looks between them, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Jung. Now, Mr. Kang, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I've heard it all a thousand times. Was this your first time?"

"N-no!" Seungsik feels his face heat up even more, and he wishes he could sink through the bed and the floor. 

"We have sex regularly," Subin says again, and this time Seungsik swears he saw him smirk.

“Right,” the doctor nods, “and did you do anything unusual this time?”

Oh god. Seungsik tries to press down against the intense embarrassment that boils inside, trying to think of how to avoid any more questions about his sex life, his head thumping in protest. Truthfully they just did what they always do, so he decides to answer honestly. 

“No, not really,” he says, avoiding eye contact, ignoring how his shoulder pulses uncomfortably.

Dr. Lim hums, not sounding very convinced. “Have you fainted after sex before? Or felt lightheaded, dizzy, maybe got a headache?”

Seungsik shakes his head. “Not particularly.”

“You said you have been feeling lightheaded lately.” Seungwoo mentions quietly, worry still etched in his expression.

“Ah, yeah, I guess.” Seungsik mumbles, playing with the sheets underneath him.

Dr. Lim looks up, eyebrows arching. “Oh? When did this start?” he asks, clicking his pen, ready to write down anything useful.

“Uhm…” Seungsik hesitates, trying to remember when he first felt like this. Was it at lunch with Chan and Byungchan? Or already before that? “A couple of weeks back, I think,” he eventually answers, unsure. “Maybe over a month.”

“Do you have any idea as to why that is? Have you maybe seen a doctor for it?” The doctor asks, not looking up from where he’s scribbling down his notes.

“I- I think I’ve just not been sleeping so well. I keep feeling tired too.” Seungsik feels something cold settle in his stomach. Is there something wrong with him?

“But you’ve been sleeping so much, hyung. You slept almost half a day just yesterday.” Subin protests.

“Huh,” Seungsik blinks, remembering feeling frustrated at how much time he had wasted sleeping. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Dr. Lim nods, scrapping something and then writing again. “Can you think of anything else that might have caused the dizziness? A history with low blood pressure or anemia, perhaps? Maybe a lack of iron?”

Seungsik shakes his head; his blood results had always been good at his yearly check-ups. “No, nothing of the sort.”

“Alright, I’m just going to take your blood pressure and check your iron levels, then.” Dr. Lim smiles, putting his clipboard away so he can put the strap of the blood pressure monitor on his arm.

Seungsik quickly rolls up his sleeve all the way. He looks up at Seungwoo and Subin as the doctor works, and they both smile encouragingly at him, though he still sees the creases of worry next to Seungwoo’s eyes. He tries to smile back, but he knows it’s not convincing at all. He can’t shake the thought that something is very, very wrong.

“Alright,” Dr. Lim says once he’s done taking his blood pressure, “give me your finger.”

Seungsik obeys, and after a quick warning of the sting, Dr. Lim checks his iron levels.

“Hm,” he hums as he moves back to write the values down.

He takes his time, writing an additional note on his clipboard, and Seungsik can’t help but let out a worrying noise that wouldn’t have been audible had the doctor not been a vampire.

“Your values are on the low side, Mr. Kang.” He looks up at Seungsik, who swallows harshly. “It’s not low enough for it to be worrisome under normal circumstances, but since you have no history with low blood pressure or low iron, this suggests a problem. It almost seems like…” he pauses, glancing at Subin and Seungwoo and then back at Seungsik.

“Like you’ve lost quite a bit of blood.” He finishes eventually.

“Blood loss? But I haven’t- oh” Seungsik’s brain catches up to what the others have already realized.

Silence falls for a moment, and Seungsik is speechless. He looks at his boyfriends, who have the same dumbfounded expression that is undoubtedly on his face as well. For once, even Subin is quiet. He feels his heart sink into his stomach and looks over at the doctor, who is looking between them with something akin to apprehension.

“I can tell my suspicions were correct,” he starts, speaking as though he’s choosing his words very carefully, “but I still want to know to which extent. How long have you been letting them feed from you?”

The question is so direct, it hits him straight in the stomach. “A- a little over a year.” He answers, feeling his throat go dry with shame and apprehension. He already knows he doesn’t want to hear what the doctor will say next.

“Right, and how often do you alternate between feeding and going to the blood bank?” Dr. Lim asks, once again writing it all down.

The question is more aimed at his boyfriends, but Seungsik swallows and answers. “We don’t. Not anymore.”

The doctor looks up at this, surprise evident in his expression. “Both of them?”

Seungsik nods, swallowing and looking down at his hands. “Usually, only one at a time, but sometimes…” He trails off, feeling like he doesn’t need to explain more. He bites his cheek, waiting for the doctor's verdict.

“At the same time.” Dr. Lim sounds like he's barely processing the words, and Seungsik looks up to see he’s no longer writing. After a few moments, he seems to snap out of it, shaking his head before looking up at them.

“It’s impossible for a human to sustain two vampires. One? Maybe it can happen with the right precautions and knowledge of red flags - but two? It’s just dangerous. And it’s not only blood loss we're worried about. Vampire venom has proven to be very harmful to humans in high enough doses. When just feeding one vampire, it’s usually not a problem. But when bitten frequently enough, it’ll start to build up in your system,” Dr. Lim pauses, scanning through his notes. “That’s where all your symptoms have been coming from. I bet you’ve been experiencing them without even knowing why. Chills with no fever, painful headaches, sleeping long hours, extreme fatigue, dizziness - does this all sound familiar?”

Seungsik nods, stricken by the information. 

Dr. Lim sighs, giving him a sympathetic look. “I have to say I’m honest that you’ve gone this long without fainting.” 

He says it as kindly as he can, with a slight smile, but Seungsik feels as though each word punches him in the chest. Seungsik has been giving too much. God, he’s embarrassed. That they didn’t do more research, that they didn’t see this coming, and that he had no idea this was a possibility. He just wanted to be good for them, be the best that he could be. Now he feels devastated. He can’t provide for them. Everything he has built up so far, everything he was so proud of - it’s all been for nothing.

He hears Seungwoo’s voice, asking the doctor what they should do and if Seungsik needs any extra care. Seungsik looks up, hearing how his voice is strained, and then he sees the devastation and disappointment in his eyes. He's upset, and it's Seungsik's fault.

Seungsik swallows harshly and looks back down at his hands, fiddling with the little clip on his finger. He doesn't even dare to look at Subin. He doesn't want to see what he already knows. Subin is upset too. Seungsik feels as though he can't breathe, and his vision turns blurry with tears he quickly wipes away on his sleeve.

“He’ll be fine, no need to stay overnight. It might take a few days to feel normal, but this is nothing that can’t be solved at home. Just make sure he has enough to eat, drink, and time to get plenty of rest. But no more feeding for at least three months.” When he hears Dr. Lim say that last bit the remaining air gets punched out of his lungs. “He needs enough time to replenish his blood supply so that his body can break down the venom.”

Dr. Lim stands and smiles as if Seungsik’s world wasn’t crumbling, continuing his speech. “Other than that, things should go back to normal pretty quickly. I’ll have my nurse call you later this week to schedule a follow-up so we can make sure everything is going smoothly.”

The rest of the conversation between the doctor and Seungsik’s boyfriends fades into the background, his mind is too occupied with going over all the possible scenarios, but he can’t see a way around it: he’s not enough, and he will never be. And he’s going to lose them as soon as they realize it too. 

He’s in a trance the entire way home, terrified of what's to come. He can’t help but notice how Seungwoo's fingers clench around the steering wheel, his knuckles even whiter than usual, steely eyes stuck straight ahead. None of them speak a word, and the tension is thick and palpable. He feels as though a single breath could be too much, breaking open the dam that he so desperately wants to keep closed.

Seungwoo's eyes flicker to him in the mirror, but he looks away, not wanting to see the anger and devastation again. Hours ago he was wanted, desired, perfect for them, and now he's not. He won't ever be again. He can't imagine how upset they must be at him.

He swallows, head falling back against the seat, trying not to think about it too much. His eyes flicker out the window, keeping his eyes on the passing streetlights, but then his mind wanders back to the conversation with the doctor. It’s impossible, he said. Seungsik wonders if he would pass out again if he weren’t so on edge.

Finally, they get home. Seungsik flinches at the way Seungwoo gets out and slams his car door shut. Seungsik wants to cry as he comes over to his side, not ready to face that anger head-on, but then his door opens ever so gently, there to lift him out. He can’t stop the shame that washes over him, knowing how weak he must seem to them. It makes him want to protest, to pull away, but his chin wobbles, and his breathing is shaky, so he keeps his mouth shut, eyes trained on the side away from their gazes as Seungwoo lifts him up, knowing how close he is to bursting into tears.

Silent, Seungwoo carries him inside past Subin, who’s holding the door open for them. Seungsik's hands ball into fists in Seungwoo's shirt as he's moved to the bathroom, and Subin quietly scoots past them to start preparing a warm bath. Only then does he realize how unclean he feels from earlier, how much more pathetic that makes him look. 

When Seungwoo puts him down, he shakily tries to take off his own clothes to at least try to do something, but his hands fumble uselessly with the belt, and his legs are too wobbly to keep him upright properly. He hears Seungwoo softly sigh, and he cringes, feeling the urge to curl into a ball on the floor.

Seungwoo makes a soft noise, steadying him, while Subin moves over and helps him take off his clothes, and Seungsik wishes he would tease him, say something almost mean- say anything at all, but he remains quiet. 

His eyes finally flicker up to the mirror to confirm what he already knows. There’s blood crusted over the bite, smeared and dried over his upper chest and left shoulder. His hair is all over the place, lips dark and puffy, throat sore as he swallows. His eyes are red-rimmed and teary, dark bags hanging underneath that he’s never really even noticed until now. 

Maybe most painful of all, bruises from Seungwoo’s rough grip have begun to bloom over his hips, a heavy reminder of his touch, of what Seungsik could so easily lose. 

A cold hand on his shoulder startles him back to the present, eyes snapping to Seungwoo in the mirror. He exhales as shakily as his hands as he stares. Would they still want him after what they were told today? 

Seungwoo helps him into the bath with gentle hands, holding his arm as he lowers himself into the water. It’s warm, soothing, and Seungsik feels the tension in his muscles bleed out, his mind turning slow and foggy as his boyfriends quietly wash him. 

It would feel almost normal if not for the tense silence that wraps all around them. Seungsik closes his eyes, exhausted, too aware of how late it’s gotten, how much he just wants to let this day end.

But then something breaks that silence. It's almost too faint to hear, but it makes him open his eyes, forcing his mind to function once more. Then he realizes that Seungwoo and Subin are whispering. It's too quiet for him to make out the words, and it makes him feel suddenly cold, alone, and unwanted. 

Seungsik shivers involuntarily, but immediately the whispering stops, and Seungwoo pulls him out of the bath. Before the cold air of the bathroom can reach him, Subin wraps a soft towel around him, drying him ever so carefully. He feels so incredibly small right now, chest tight and twisted.

They help him into his pajamas and carry him to bed. Seungwoo gently pulls the covers over him and crawls into bed next to him, with Subin on the other side. At least they aren’t leaving him alone for the night.

"Goodnight, Sik, baby," Seungwoo says, ever so softly, as if scared to break him with just his voice.

Seungsik makes himself look up into his dark eyes, but they're not filled with disappointment as he'd expected. Instead, all he finds is worry, as Seungwoo scans his face, trying to read his expression.

"Sikie?" He softly whispers, and Seungsik blinks, swallowing against the lump in his throat. It doesn’t go away.

"Are-" he takes a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. "Are you mad at me?"

His voice is barely strong enough to carry and cracks at the end, tears filling his eyes and blurring his vision.

"What?" Seungwoo frowns, confused. "Why on earth would we be mad at you?"

"B-because I can't-" Tears finally spill over and Seungsik curls in on himself, hiding his face behind his hands as sobs wrack through him. "I can't do it. I'm not enough,” he stutters through the tears.

Subin makes a noise and moves closer, arms curling around his waist. "We're not mad at you, hyung. It’s okay,” he shushes as Seungwoo softly pets Seungsik's head.

"But I-" Seungsik hiccups through his sobs. "I can't give you what you need anymore.."

"Baby… Why would we be mad at you for that?" Seungwoo murmurs against Seungsik's temple, pressing a soft kiss. "The only one I'm angry at is me. I should've seen the signs and stopped before it became too much. I shouldn't have even let you do this, to begin with. I just-” Seungwoo’s voice suddenly thickens. “I can't stand the thought of how easily we could have seriously hurt you."

"Me too," Subin admits, voice strained, and Seungsik's head snaps up, surprised to find his eyes glistening with tears. "I'm sorry, hyung, we should've been more careful."

Seungsik just shakes his head, barely able to grasp what they're saying. "I- you're not mad at me?"

"Of course not, hyung," Subin whispers, giving him a watery smile. "None of this is your fault." 

"We would never be mad at you, baby," Seungwoo says, gently wiping away the drying tears on Seungsik's cheeks, turning his head towards him.

"But I'm not strong enough," Seungsik murmurs, casting his eyes down. “I’m not like you… I’m weak.”

"Hey, you're not weak." Seungwoo swipes his thumbs across his cheeks, and Seungsik can't stop himself from looking back up into his warm smile. "Didn't you hear the doctor? He was surprised you hadn't fainted yet! If anything, you're strong, Sikie."

"Our strong Sikie," Subin adds, and Seungsik's cheeks heat up.

He tries to hide himself behind his hands again, but it's no use trying to fight off two vampires. Subin holds his hands, pulling them away from his face where Seungwoo is still ever so gently cupping his cheeks, Subin gently pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

It makes Seungsik's ears burn, but he can't fight the way his mouth curls up at the edges. He can feel Seungwoo's chuckle rumbling through him.

"Our Seungsikie, always so shy." Seungwoo looks at him so tenderly, so full of love, and finally, finally, Seungsik believes them.

They're not mad at him or upset. They still want him here, despite all Seungsik’s doubts. They love him.

Seungwoo leans in, gently pressing a kiss against his forehead, while Subin still holds his hands, squeezing them and pressing soft kisses all over them and up to his arms. Seungwoo slowly trails his kisses down his nose, and Seungsik bites back a laugh before Seungwoo finally captures his mouth, pressing their lips together in a kiss so dizzyingly tender.

"Where do you get these crazy ideas, huh?" Seungwoo asks softly after breaking the kiss.

Seungsik's blush darkens even more, and he briefly wonders where he's getting enough blood from to blush this much. "I- You looked angry. Coming back from the hospital. And after, I thought, maybe that. You were disappointed in me. That you didn't want me anymore."

“Sik…” Seungwoo makes a noise and pulls him close, tucking his head under his own and pressing a kiss to his hair. "Of course, we still want you."

"I'm sorry," Seungsik whispers, "I know you do, I just- I was so mad at myself, I just assumed you would be too."

He feels Subin move behind him, wrapping himself around him, so he’s sandwiched in between. In exactly the way he loves the most. “Don’t be mad at yourself, hyung. We’ll work it all out.”

“For now, you just rest,” Seungwoo murmurs against his forehead, and Seungsik allows the exhaustion he’s been feeling these past weeks to take over, slowly pulling him into a slumber. “We’re going to take care of you all week. You’re going to feel so spoiled.”

Seungsik laughs sleepily as Seungwoo nuzzles his cheek, as Subin curls against his shoulder. 

“I love you,” he manages to mumble, right before sleep takes him, just sinking into their comfort. 

He doesn’t need to hear their “I love you’s” back to know that they do, truly, love him.