Heartbreak Club ; Enchant

When he smiled again, you wondered how you could have not noticed the sharp, white, dangerous fangs that peeked from behind his lips.

You had spent the last few minutes staring at G.O, and him looking nonchalantly back at you. A few scenarios played in your head. You wondered for a moment if you should go with the one where you slammed through the door to escape - but then wondered if you could even knock the door down.

There was one where you cried and begged to not be harmed - and then you wondered - what exactly was going to happen anyway?

"What are you going to do?" You breathed, scooting backwards on bed to increase the distance between the both of you.

"Do you want the sugar-coated term or the raw-truth?" His head tilted slightly to the side, a smile tugging at his lips. Even though it barely mattered, you pondered for a moment which answer would make him even more amused.

"Both."

He broke into a full smile and motioned for you to go closer. Shaking your head, you gripped the bedsheets - and they felt so soft. You could almost imagine yourself falling asleep there and then - if only there was no charming vampire sitting on that very same bed.

"I'm going to enjoy taunting Seung Ho after this." He chuckled. Before you could express your annoyance at his constant mention of Seung Ho, you found yourself pulled towards the center of the bed - with G.O's face very closely above yours.

"When did-"

In that moment, all the fictional facts of vampire you had ever read or known resurfaced in your mind. Speed. Right.

"You're being very bright, despite being pinned beneath a vampire."

"Don't tell me you also can also read thoughts?"

"I ... no. Not really. Not everyone can do that. But sometimes, when someone is very intimidated, their thoughts go through ours minds. Just for awhile. I only saw flashes of your thoughts awhile ago."

You were somewhat happy to hear that, at least he had not been reading your thoughts since the moment you met. "What else can you do?" You whispered, your fear slowly dissipating - turning into curiosity and a misplaced sense of intrigue.

He leaned lower, so that your noses were touching. "Perhaps I'd tell you if you came back for another visit. But now - I'm absolutely starving."

You gulped - not only at his words but at the scent of his cologne. It wasn't strong - hence why you had not noticed it earlier, but now it settled over you like a thin blanket - light, but very inviting.

His breath tickled your lips, and you felt it move down towards the side of your neck. You could hear your heartbeat - like an ecstatic kid drumming his palms on a wooden table - and your breaths became ragged.

"Don't be so excited." He cooed, sliding a finger along your jaw.

"I'm scared."

"Don't worry." His finger found its way to your head, stroking your hair to calm you. "It won't hurt."

"... much?" Just to be sure, you asked. If it was not going to be a bad ordeal - maybe you could just make the best out of this. You knew that attempting to escape was a bad idea. You might be hurt even more if you went down that path.

"Won't hurt at all." Came his convincing voice.

"Will there be side effects? Would I become a vampire too?"

He laughed, his voice like music to your ears. "I'm sorry to have to say this again - but I do think Seung Ho would be very bitter you chose me instead of him. He would have loved your company so very much!"

You pouted, despite the situation. "Does that mean no?"

"It means no, darling." Before your brain could register the shivers that spread across your skin, you felt his fangs pierce through the skin of your neck.

Sharp, white, searing pain shot through the bite, and you screamed - or at least you tried to - with his hand cupping your mouth. You expected the pain to travel through your body - but it stopped there.

For the briefest moment you felt nothing.
Not even the beating of your heart.
Not even the heavy breaths you seemed to be taking.

Then it hit you like a tidal wave crashing over you.

The softness - the eagerness of G.O's lips on your skin.
The faint dizziness, coupled with a sense of ecstasy that coursed through you.
The pain that faded away was slowly replaced by an indescribable pleasure, causing a moan to escape your lips.

You blushed, hearing yourself.

You blushed, feeling G.O smiling against the bruised skin of your neck.

Your blushed deepened - if it were even possible to - when G.O's fingers left your mouth and traced downwards. His finger trailed down your body, and you squirmed as it reached the hem of your dress.

His fingers grabbed the lacy end of your dress, going no further - somewhat to your relief. Then everything went into a standstill - everything, except the feel of his lips on your neck. Except the occasional flicks of his tongue on your skin.

Biting your lower lip, you glanced upwards - not really seeing anything but a blur of colors. There was no sense of danger, and you lapsed into a state of half-consciousness. "G.O?" You whispered, not really minding even if he did not reply. It felt appropriate to break the awkwardness that was creeping upon you.

He only moaned in response - reminding you of the similar sounds you heard on your way to the room. "How much blood are you going to drink?"

When his lips left you to emit a light chuckle, cold wrapped around you sooner than you could gasp. It felt like you were thrown into a pool of icy water - chilly needles touched every corner of your skin. The needles soon left, but you were left shivering.

Moving you to so that he could pull the blanket from beneath you, G.O apologized for stopping so suddenly. "You'll be feeling quite cold for some time, unless I continue." Tucking you under the thick blanket, he brushed your fringe to the side.

Still shivering, you peered into his eyes - wondering if you should let him continue - and lose more blood; or if you should just suffer that inhuman cold that wrapped around you. "How long more do you need to ... continue?" You breathed, fingers gripping the bed sheet.

"That depends." He moved from leaning over you, to sit cross-legged beside you. "It's not the amount of blood that determines whether I've had my fill or not. It's how it tastes. The negative emotions you have will make your blood taste less ... delicious. Vice versa."

"So." You tried to stop your teeth from chattering. "You want me to feel happy that you're draining me of my blood?" You would have rolled your eyes, but shivering while trying to did not really work out.

"You don't have to feel happy, but if you want it to end sooner - as much as I want it to go on longer - you should stop feeling so self-conscious and perhaps not worry about me trying to take advantage of you." He ended his explanation with a smirk, as you recalled your panic as his hand slid down your body.

At the embarrassment of him knowing you panicked, you avoided his gaze. "I'll try to feel happier, then. Just make it quick."

"Your wish is my command."

The events that followed, you could never remember them well. It was just like he said - he had made it quick - so quick that the only things you remembered was his warm lips closing down on your skin again. That, and the fact that you fell unconscious at one point.

When you woke up, you found yourself in the passenger seat of a car. Arrays of blurred lights zoomed past as you racked your mind to figure out who the car belonged to.

"You woke up sooner than I thought." A familiar voice commented.

Ah, right. Who else could it be?

"Are you sending me home?"

"As promised."

"What happened?"

G.O's chuckle tickled your ears. You found yourself liking it very much, and was reluctant to acknowledge that it might be the last time you would be hearing it. "You don't remember anything?"

"Well," You reached to fiddle with your hair - not wanting to admit to the truth. "I just wanted to confirm."

"Perhaps you'll remember, one day."

"That's not fair." You accused lazily. Heavy eyelids were not the best help in a debate.

"What would be?"

Squinting your eyes, you mused at how the conversation had taken such a change of topic and tried to get some answers. "Tell me more about you. About the club."

"I'll do half of that."

"Hmm?" Fighting against the drowsiness that was overtaking you, you waited for his reply.

"I'll tell you more about me. But not the club. You can drop by for another visit perhaps, and ask Seung Ho directly. He is - after all, the manager. The founder."

"Fine." One-worded answers seemed like the best you could muster right now.

A few minutes passed, with only the sound of the engine heard. When G.O finally spoke, it was not answers like you had expected, but yet another question. "What exactly do you want to know?"

"Tell me ..." There was nothing you really wanted to know. Curiosity just had the better hold of you. The chance to find out about the mysterious man - no, vampire. It was not everyday that someone would meet a vampire, and have a chance to unearth inhuman secrets about them.

"... about how you became a vampire. Or were you born a vampire? I have no idea how it works."

His brows furrowed, and it struck you that it was the first time you had ever seen him frustrated. The sight was made him seem almost human. So he had these feelings, too.

"I think I would rather show you than to tell you."

"Show me?" His suspicious reply made you doubt whether asking him about himself was a wrong move.

"You know how I can sense your thoughts? It goes in reverse too - and I'm proud to say that's the best traits I have as a vampire. I'd like to think I use it for better purposes than some of my... colleagues."

Shivering at the sudden imagery of someone else forcing images into your mind back at the club, you nodded. "Alright, show me then."

The streetlamps on both sides of your vision vanished, replaced by the view of a majestic interior of a hall. You saw a beautiful lady on the dance floor, who dismissed her partner and walked towards you. You saw her flawless face up close, before leaning in for a kiss. You saw hands - G.O's hands - undressing her, her beautiful skin under the moonlight, her pronounced collarbone, her -

The images stopped abruptly. Touching your fingers to your cheeks, you guessed why. G.O's soft apology was heard, and another flurry of images flashed before you.

Fangs, blood dripping from the woman's lips, her eyes - guilty but enjoying herself. You saw her in the day, holding hands with G.O, smiling - you could have never knew she was a vampire. The bright and sunny day dissolved into a night of mist, where you saw her kissing another man, tearing desperately at his coat.

You heard her screaming at you - although you could not make out the words. You saw her pulling on G.O's hands, begging him not to leave.

The images dissipated less suddenly this time, but left you as speechless as the previous. "I'm sorry." You whispered, noticing the shake of your voice.

"Don't be. I've gotten over it. Somewhat."

"How do people get turned into vampires?"

"You drink from the vampire after they bite you." Came his nonchalant answer. The hum of the car's engine filled the silence that fell, and there were so many thoughts running through your head that you did not want to ask another question.

G.O seemed to enjoy the silence.

Soon you saw the familiar view of your house. "Speaking of which, how did you even know where I live?"

"Purse." G.O smiled, pulling the car to a halt near the driveway into your house.

"Oh, right." Your identification card. Unbuckling your seat belt, you turned to look at G.O as a sudden wave of emptiness washed over you.

"Thanks." You muttered, lowering your eyes.

He chuckled. "You're welcome, but what for?"

"The ride home." There were more things you wanted to thank him for, but decided that the short answer you gave was most appropriate.

"You can visit again, you know."

"So you can pass me over to Seung Ho?" You jokingly accused.

"No." He whispered. Since when was his face so close to yours? "The next time I see you, I'm keeping you all to myself." He shifted, leaning closer to kiss your forehead.

Instinctively, you raised yourself up so that instead of kissing where he intended to - his lips pressed onto yours. If you had not closed your eyes, you would have seen his hazel ones widen at your unexpected action. You would have seen the pleased look in his eyes. You would have seen his lips curving into a sincere smile.

Yet you knew he enjoyed the moment - the curve of his lips on yours, his fingers that moved to gently pull you closer, the images that flashed through your mind.

The image of you entering the club.

The image of you talking to Joon.

The image of Seung Ho grabbing onto your wrist.

As soon as your lips left his, you couldn't help but ask "So you've been watching me all night?"

"Couldn't help myself. You caught my eye."

"Are all vampires so cheesy?"

"Probably not. I think all men tend to fall into that trap when they're with someone they're infatuated with."

"So... you're -"

"Yes, I'm infatuated. With you."

You smiled. "I'm glad I chose to go with you tonight."

"I'm glad you did."

"I think I'll probably drop by again."

"I will be waiting. Just ... don't keep me waiting too long."

You promised him you would not, sharing one last passionate kiss with him before returning to your room. Waving to him as he drove away, you sighed - in disappointment and relief.

Relieved - as you were still pretty much alive after an encounter with vampires. In a shady club nonetheless.

Disappointed - like how you always felt when your crushes walked away from sight. Jumping as your message tone rang, you flipped your phone to read:

I enjoyed the lovely thoughts you had of us when we kissed. I can't wait to see you again.
Perhaps a bit too impatiently.

If you don't visit soon, I'll pay you a visit.

Smiling to yourself, you replied that your next visit would be tomorrow.

"Or, we could just continue where we left off in my room." You finished, pressing the send button.

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Somewhere across town, a singer was lying in bed - looking at his phone. His fingers skimming back and forth across his lips. "Such sweet blood. I never thought I'd taste that again."

He then closed his eyes, a smirk taking over his face as he thought of the many things he would be doing with a certain someone in his bed. 'Or perhaps it would be in her bed instead.'

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