forum "How come you haven't run away from me yet?"//oxo//Closed

Started December 12, 2020 by @knightinadream group

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"Heartache? Oh, Jimin my love….I should be damned if I ever give you such a thing." His eyes twinkled like the stars above them. The sight of her smile burned forever in his mind to cherish. Not be able to resist, he kissed the top of her head.

The whole time Jimin spoke, he did not move a single muscle. No, it was like Kangdae was a statue sort of. Of course he did blink every now and then, yet that was it. Even when he wanted to react to hearing about the commander and the conversation with Jimin, he didn't do anything except for listening and staring at his beloved.

A wave came down and crashed onto Kangdae, throwing him down into a place that he has never known and never expected to. Hearing of Song Jeonghan was always a topic that weakened, frustrated, and angered him. But the fact that he has found his way into the palace, probably bought his position, tricked Kangdae's mother, and now tried to win over Jimin for information, was enough to kill the crown prince.

Kangdae found himself laughing again. His shoulders were stiff. His laughter was strained and faltered. Regardless, he covered his eyes while shaking his head; playing it off as if it were nothing. Song Jeonghan is a fool, but he knows himself and he knows he can raise hell if so be it.

"Ah, I've been told about the rumors. Myung also said Lord Baek overheard the son of a bastard tried to convince Doyun by doing the same, talking about the rumors and all. Apparently Doyun didn't believe it and somehow managed to chew out a man who's nineteen years older than him without hesitation," He sighed. "If he doesn't try to dethrone or kill me anytime soon, I will make sure everyone remembers the Song clan and just how great they are."

Kangdae rolled his eyes. All of it directed to the vilified, but he got an idea. "Ah, since I'm the head of the Chang clan, I should boast about how we threw a coup against the Songs and then became the ruling dynasty. Oh, we are just amazing! Aren't we, my friend, Lady Hwang Jimin? Will you please fall for my astounding charisma and like me so I can use you as a tool for my own corrupt gain?"

He laughed at his mockery, and yet, he found himself frowning. "That man…..He is trying to find every reason for doing something to me. He hunts vampires, but he also hunts for power. He probably will use those rumors to fuel the fire, but he knows he needs more."

“I think I give it to myself every time I have to leave you,” she muttered, shaking her head. Her eyes closed at the kiss, and she hummed a little with pleasure.
Indeed, for a moment he was blinking statue. When Jimin finished speaking and looked up, it was easy to see the change in his disposition. His laughter worried him a little, though she could understand the reason for it. Her expression shifted from calculating to more grim. She felt her skin grow cold. The cramping still pained her, but she could ignore it.
Jimin nodded, thinking back to the small prince who called her Lady Flower. A small smile came back to her briefly. “You know, I can imagine him doing that. I saw His Highness this morning, and there are many similarities between you two.”
She raised an eyebrow and watched his act, though soon she was laughing herself and shaking her head again. “That was basically how he sounded to me. That was almost too perfect.” Her laughter also faded quickly, and she blinked with surprise. “I will be honest, I had not known he hunted vampires.”
Her heart began to pound. This was both incredibly worrying and incredibly inconvenient. Yet, she could not think of much to do other than carry on as normal and try to evade Commander Song’s attempts to pry. Though, Kangdae was right. He could not do much either at the moment, with only rumors in his arsenal. But perhaps they would really have to prepare for the worst…
“I wanted to tell Her Majesty my suspicions about him,” she sighed, “but she is holding dearly onto the hope that having Commander Song working with her and myself will protect you and Prince Doyun.” She rubbed his hand again, trying to control her nerves. Her posture was stiff, and her free hand shook a little in her lap.

"You truly never leave. You are always here," He motioned to his heart before stopping himself; then he confusingly motioned to his head. Kangdae laughed at the comment on similarities shared with the little prince. He wanted to further his act of making the commander a fool. Jimin's laughter has a great impact on him, just as the sudden change in her expression.

Kangdae rubbed the back of his neck before brining it over to where he was bitten. "To be quite honest, I don't believe anyone else knows even the soldiers who die for him. I remember seeing the marks on their necks and all the blood, but I was so foolish to believe in tigers and boars," He admitted. "Him and the whole family have been hiding it, so do not worry about not knowing he hunts after…my kind…but I don't think he is really going after vampires to protect people."

Rumors, lies, and secrets, all of which run through the palace. Eventually they will all come together to explode into catastrophe. Kangdae bit down on his bottom lip. Nothing terrible will happen tomorrow or the day after that, he can be assured of which. This so-called commander only has generational prestige and wealth, even rumors aren't enough to give him the abilities to do anything he might want to do. Regardless, Kangdae needs to; he needs to now so then Jimin will not worry and his mother and Doyun and Myung and even the rest of the court.

His thoughts were driven out by the sounds of heavy heartbeats. Glimpsing down at their hands, his eyes met Jimin's other that was shaking a bit. "She is in a fascinating position. She was lied to and taken advantage of because of her fear for the worst," He muttered, "It's a reality she cannot handle by herself, but I know I cannot tell her the truth, especially now."

Removing the hand that rested on his neck, he used it to take ahold of her hand that was shaking. "We are going to be alright. You are going to be alright. I will create some sort of plan and we will end this madness." Kangdae held it up to his face to kiss the back of it.

She watched him, and couldn’t help but laugh at his gesturing. “Oh, I know what you mean,” she smirked. “I am in your mind always, and you think of nothing but me and our nights together.” Her voice was made purposely dramatic and joking, though she understood Kangdae was trying to be sincere.
She let the joking die down, and still watched him. “Ah, of course it is kept secret.” Jimin shuddered to think of those dying men, with viper-like wounds in their throats. “Hm, well, you must have been young, then. Of course your mind could only accept what it could understand.”
Then she frowned at these last words. It only brought up more questions. If it was not to protect people, then why? Did they think of hunting vampires as some sort of sport, like hunting game? Was it another boast of power to them? Neither of those things sounded very secretive to her, but then she did not really know. She had only heard of the Song clan, she did not know them. Though curious, she did not really feel like asking, not now.
She was almost grateful when he moved on. “Yes… I worry for her.” She said no more, her mind once again overpowering her ability to speak. Her Majesty feared for her sons, and her eldest’s health, and failed to realize the state of her own health in the process. Jimin’s mind drifted. Was she doing the same?
She focused on Kangdae again, exhaling with the kiss. Her hand still shook faintly. She attempted a smile, but her mind seemed determined to consume her like a deep, buzzing well. “See? You are brave. Braver than I.” She shook her head. “But I worry for you too.”
Carefully, so as to not make the cramping worse, she shifted towards him. “Kangdae, I must ask you a few things. Um…” sifting through her memories again, her gaze lowered. “What happened to the guards at your door? I don’t… remember them being there last night. And the footsteps…” her voice went low. Her mind buzzed.

"Exactly," He laughed. At least she understands what he is trying to say. It is relieving. He was about to trip over his words, if he hasn't already before.

A secret. One that leads to many more to discover, but that is if they still remain. It doesn't make sense. None of it does. It doesn't seem like Song Jeonghan is out hunting vampires for the sake of safety of the people, and it doesn't seem as if he is really caring about his men as well. So why go to the palace of all places? Why here and why now?

There's no use in wasting time wondering and worrying, but what else can he do? He's desperate, stuck in a cage and he doesn't want to burden Jimin with such troubles. "Thank you, my love," He grinned while squeezing her hand, "It is okay to worry. Rest assured, Hwang Jimin is at my side and Chang Kangdae is at yours."

"What happened to them?" His eyes drifted off to the side as they glazed over. Thoughts went down a deep abyss. While he could perfectly recall most events that occurred last night, he doesn't recall what had happened to the two guards. But he remembers the footsteps. He remembers hearing them, along with others, disappearing a short while later.

His nose scrunched. He frowned. "Whoever it was that had them walk away, they smelled bitter. Oh, it was horrid," Kangdae mumbled. His fingers picked at the silk of his robes. "I have no clue what happened. I even had Myung and some other servants go to some other guards and ask, but none of them would say a word. Nothing…"

Still her mind whirled, still her mind buzzed. Jimin had to pull herself from her deepening mind when she heard Kangdae’s voice. Taking a breath, she squeezed his hand back and nodded. “I have you and you have me,” she murmured, gazing fondly at him.
As she listened, her gaze hardened. “Nothing….” She echoed. With a sigh, she shook her head and muttered, “Well, no use trying to figure it out just now…” she briefly glanced at the door, as if worried the footsteps would come again and they would be discovered.
She turned back to him after a few moments. “Now, I would like to ask you something else. It’s about last night. When you almost… Ah.” She paused to clear her throat, then looked at him carefully, watching for her lover’s reaction. “Do you think it’s possible,” she said slowly, “that you did it because you wanted me to become a vampire? Is it possible that you love me so much, and you want us to be together forever, so you had an instinct— a thirst— that told you to try and make me like you? That is, functionally immortal?”
He had said he didn’t know why he had done it, and this is the best she could think of. Part of her wanted to be right, but the other part of her wanted to be wrong. If she was right, it may complicate things, and it was a rather uncomfortable idea on its own. If she was wrong, then maybe it was simple hunger after all. They could work around that.

He smiled at the feeling of his hand being tightly held for a moment. Those seconds of happiness and warmth gave him some assurance. Even as he glimpsed over towards the door, there was still a little smile on his face. Stress gleamed in his eyes before they looked to stare back at Jimin.

Together forever, that isn't something realistic, right? He shouldn't be hoping for such a thing, especially for what he had done last night and for the ambiguity of tomorrow. But he does love Jimin. Oh by the heavens, moon, and sun he does. Probably one of the best things to ever have happened in his entire existence, especially after turning, is falling in love with her.

He cannot drag her into eternal damnation because of that. He doesn't even fully remembered how he turned. All that Kangdae is able to recall is falling off the horse, the excruciating pain of being bit, and waking up with the taste of blood in his mouth. Blood…..he shouldn't be thinking of that right now.

"To be with you forever would be more than a dream, but I cannot bring you to a state of eternity like this if it isn't what you truly want," He admitted. Kangdae lowered his gaze. "I was hungry….thirsty….And the aroma….Something in my mind took charge, but I should have never done that to you."

He continued on picking at his sleeve. The fidgeting wasn't enough for him to stop thinking about last night or blood or his ongoing thirst or any of the other thousands of troubles. None of it ever stops. He has to though; things like his thirst would get better if he didn't stop thinking about the constantly, right?

Jimin frowned. Was she frustrated at the moment, even angry? She shook her head. She didn’t want to be frustrated with him. It wasn’t her place to be. Was she treating him like some sort of marvel or novelty by trying to figure this out? If she was, then she must be no better than Commander Song. But she wanted to understand. She wanted to understand so badly. Maybe if she understood, then they could figure out how to keep something worse from happening.
“That was not my question, love,” she said, swallowing down the frustration and anger. “It is not a matter of whether it should or should not have happened. It happened, and I want to understand why.” Then her eyes widened, and she turned away from him, now trying to swallow regret as well. “No… no, I’m sorry. I’m asking too much. We don’t have to talk about this.”
Of course this would be hard for him to talk about. It would be so heavy for him. They have already talked about a lot tonight, and she did not want to pressure him. She let out a sigh, trying to keep herself from tearing up.

Something is not right. The frown on his beloved's face was concerning to him. He tried to make sense of what he was being asked. To him, he thought that Jimin meant why did he do it. Him, as Kangdae not as a vampire. That's what he assumed, but turns out he thought wrong, right? Should he be assuming things right now? But what is it should he say?

All he was able to do was sense, guess, what Jimin was feeling and do his best to be a good lover to her. Words shot his throat. He wanted to say something. He wanted to talk. He couldn't though. He just couldn't. There was strain in Jimin's voice. She looked away from him.

Kangdae has only been in this state of being for three years. The only time he has ever came into contact with anyone else like him was the moment before and after he became who he is now. No one in the palace can tell him exactly what he is or how to even help him. There's no information aside from folktales and stories. He still looks normal, age wise, but he won't by the time Doyun is all grown up. Kangdae is alone.

He let go of her hand. As much as he wants to hold onto it forever, he let go of it then got off the bed. Instead, he got down on his knees in front of her. Such an act would be damning, but it doesn't matter when you've already been damned, yes? Very softly, he placed his hands on the sides of her arms.

"There is a part of me that I do not know. It just takes over whenever my senses are dulled by blood…by the smell of it…It controls me because I need blood to survive. I need it to be awake during the day or to withstand silver or fight or do anything. Even if I have blood, it still wants me to have more because it is better than having none….And I usually…lure people, putting them in a vulnerable position because it is easier to….So last night when we were…..the need…the urge, it just came over me…"

His chin finally tilted up to get a glimpse of her. Immediately he looked away. He cannot….How can he even be in a position like this after saying such things? "Jimin, my love, it's alright. It was my fault, and you should know what happened and why," Kangdae assured. "It is difficult to talk about. What's worse is putting it aside or ignoring it. You are doing your best, my love."

Had she phrased the question wrong? Perhaps it was just easily misunderstood. It seemed that it was difficult to describe the line between where Kangdae ends and where the vampire begins. Is it too late to ask in a better way?
She couldn’t look at him, even as he moved and let go of her hand. She only let him move into her line of sight when he kneeled in front of her. Feeling his hands on her arms, she sighed, and rested her own hand on one of his. Her vision unfocused as she listened to him.
“I see…” she nodded slowly. “So… you have never felt an urge or a need to… turn other people into vampires? Or at least, nothing that felt like it…” her words quieted as she trailed off.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she paused, then opened them again. “You’re right. It would be worse to put it aside.” She looked over, and reached down to tilt his chin towards her. “But I would not want you to talk about it when you are not ready to, Kangdae.” She took her hand away, looking him over, then sighed again. “Hm, maybe this time, you should be the one in the vulnerable position,” she suggested. “Maybe I could be the one to kiss your neck.” She allowed the smallest of smirks to tug at her lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t get too close to your scars.”

Silence fell upon him, and yet he nodded to confirm. What can he say on the whim to satisfy her curiosities, let alone his own? Oh, it is too much. He should have divorced himself from his human emotions. If he did, would he understand more of himself now? There is no guarantee that it would be for the better or worse. And aside from that, if he had the intention of turning others anytime he had to go out, then he would have turned a lot of humans into vampires; but then there would be thousands of vampires in the kingdom, given that he isn't the only one. He isn't; he can feel it, yet not in the way he can sense humans. All of these what ifs and what he wished he knew left a fire burning in his mind.

Once his chin was tilted up, it did not move. Instead, his eyes glistened as if they laid on stars in the night sky. While he wished to hang his head low, he felt frozen by Jimin's gaze. Her touch lingered. Even the tiniest curve of a smirk left him with lips parted.

Kangdae touched where the bite scar is. He didn't touch the scar. No, his fingertips grazed the cloth and silk of his clothes. Once his other hand slipped away, he removed the top robe, letting it drop onto the floor behind him. He smirked while undoing the tie for his undershirt. "I shall tremble like a flower," He breathed, "I will only be vulnerable underneath you…..and let us enjoy one another…"

So her thought had been disproven. Jimin couldn’t help but feel like she had stumbled upon something conclusive, definitive, but it was probably better that she was wrong. “I’m sorry,” she felt the need to say it again. She didn’t like the look on his face. Was she being demanding, unreasonable? Well, perhaps not, but it is like she said. She didn’t want him to say anything when he wasn’t ready.
Slowly, slowly, these worries were washed away as she looked into his eyes. She felt his hands slip away, yet she could still feel the imprints of his touch. The smirk grew a little wider as Kangdae removed his robes. “And I shall be gentle and tender with all that is in me,” she murmured. “For that is all I want, now… to love and enjoy you simply and to keep you whole while you are vulnerable…” she reached down and brushed his cheek.

The smile on his face was thin yet his eyes twinkled. A weighted feeling hung low in his chest. Right away Kangdae wanted to dismiss the apology and say that there is no need to apology or how it is partially is fault. On the other hand, he feels as if it was no one's fault; well, not him or Jimin. He wants to say something, but he is not ready to. Only, he isn't sure what to say. All he can do is lovingly stare into her eyes, give her kisses, hug her, hold her hands, and everything else.

"How can I not give you all of those things?" He asked. Like trees swaying in the wind, he bent at her touch; leaning into it as the heat kissed his cheek. How powerful she is, it is fascinating to him. The sensation, the warm fuzzy feelings, almost made him forget what he was supposed to be doing.

No matter what he would do next, he would rather not break away from Jimin. He doesn't like moving away. It took him a minute to convince himself to get up. "I do not want to keep you waiting from what it is you want," He purred while getting onto the bed.

Kangdae leaned over, whispering into her ear, "Make me whole, make me vulnerable. The night is ours."

After all the stressful talk, she grew tired. At least any pain she might be experiencing was gone. She just wanted to relax now, and have her lover and his soft lips against her.
Jimin let out a breath. “I may want it, love, but it is up to you to give it.” Watching him get onto the bed, she let his voice lure her closer to him. In her eyes, he was the powerful one, with the purring and cooing of his silky voice. It made her sleepy, it made her careless. But she reminded herself that she could not be, that he would be underneath her and not the other way around. But oh, how his whispers enticed her. She turned to him, focusing on his face for moment. Taking his chin, she tilted his head down and kissed him, gentle and brief. “Oh, you’re so sweet and lovely,” she murmured. “Quench my thirst, pour into me.”
She kissed him again, deeply. Her arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other reaching for his hand. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she shivered. His skin was icy, yet soft, and she took a moment to get used to touching it for this long again.

"I will…I will give it to you, my dear." The words flew past his lips in a heartbeat. What wouldn't he give her? He would have to give her the whole world if it such a thing were possible, but he will suffice.

The soft swift kiss blew his eyes wide. Eagerness jolted him, but Kangdae knew to hold it back. Her murmurs soothed him like the sounds of leaves blowing in the wind. He let his lips move gradually against hers. Feeling heat radiating from her hand, he brought his to it.

If his lips are not occupied, then he would go on and on and on about her. How lovely she is, her intelligence, her voice, beauty, those little freckles, and even her stubbornness, he could go on about it all if possible. Now even, he is thinking about all those things; all about her.

Sure enough, the goosebumps and shivers were quickly replaced by her own heat as her blood flushed her cheeks and ears. She leaned into him as her heart quickened a little. She hoped it would not tempt his thirst. To think that just beyond his soft, beautiful lips could be a pair of sharp fangs, it somehow unnerved and thrilled her at the same time.
After a few moments, she squeezed his hand and pulled away. She felt his sweet breath on her, and she moved to kiss his cheek before giving him a small smile. Her arm went from his shoulder to his waist, and she moved even closer to him.
She leaned in slowly, both because she was a little nervous and she wanted to give him time to say no if he wished. Her lips pressed to the side of his now uncovered neck, soft and slow but growing in delight. It was cold and dark here, but she didn’t mind. All she could think I about was saying I love you, I love you, I love you, with each kiss to his neck, each squeeze of her hand. She did not go to the other side, where his scars were, just yet. She just leaned on him, her beating heart against his silent chest, and her face buried in his neck.

Every muscle in his body became stiff. His shoulders tensed. He wrestled with his mind to make sure he wouldn't repeat his mistakes. The sheer idea of it happening again is intolerable; he wouldn't know how to move past it if it were to happen again or if he did end up….No just thinking about it is too much.

And yet he has the whole world right in front of him. The greatest wonder of the world blessing him with the sight of her smile. Kangdae opened his eyes. They widened, reflecting the candlelight. He was not able to hold in a small laugh as she kissed his cheek. He will be fine and so will she be too. They have each other, and heavens, he can never not think about how grateful he is for her.

His whole body shivered. Tilting his head back, he let his lips parted. Each breath became slower than the last. Her soft lips left a warmth fuzzy feeling on his bleak skin. He is so used to the cold that he doesn't even realize it. The only time he ever does is when him and Jimin were together like this, but it isn't just the feeling of the heat or life. There is so much more, yet her beating heart is pounding in his ears. Her kisses leaving him with a thirst, wanting more. The desire of wanting her love roaring like a raging fire.

Her kisses traveled around to his throat, and she pulled aside his clothes a little so she could press her lips to his collarbone. Then she went around to the other side, kissed his neck while also being aware of where his scars were, then moved up to kiss his other cheek.
“I love you, Kangdae,” she whispered. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close for a little while. He was cold yet soft, her love, her prince. Hers. Maybe one day they will be forced apart, but for now she held on as though she was a part of him, and he a part of her.

He was a mess of shivers, gasps, and heavy breathing. The desire for more only persisted. A thirst with no danger, one that he could indulge himself in without any fear. His senses were distracted and all over the place. Do as you please, his mind echoed.

Everything felt tight to the point where it could make his heart thump once. He enjoys the feeling. The hand that was on her back went to be placed behind her head. Then his other arm squeezed comfortably tight. Tears welled up in his eyes, yet he managed to blink them away.

Kangdae had a feeling that this is the calming before a storm. That the chances of them being able to meet may never be the same or worse will happen. He doesn't want anything to happen, but he knows something will. Regardless, he doesn't want anything to happen to Jimin.

"I love you, Jimin," He whispered back, "I love you."

It was happening again. Her thoughts were beginning to shut down. Desire boiled in her belly, tightened in her heart. She was on fire again.
But she couldn’t ignore the sounds he made. It was strange, hearing such frantic breathing and yet feeling no heartbeat to match it. Yet, her own heartbeat seemed to make up for them both. Her breaths were quieter, but shaky. Jimin raised her head a little, and reached to cup his cheek and look at him. His eyes looked wet. Oh, now she wanted to kiss his eyelids. She wanted to kiss his nose, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. Everywhere, everything.
She pressed her lips to his, softly. “Are you alright?” She was not sure if he was enjoying it or not, and couldn’t help but think that touching his neck would remind him of when he died.

Every inch of his skin was burning. His mind was ablaze with thoughts all while it prayed for this moment to never end. Kangdae didn't want to close his eyes to miss the chance of seeing Jimin and her mesmerizing beauty. He practically melted the second she cupped his cheek.

It took him a moment to register the kiss. By the time he did, his passion burned for more. He wondered if it is possible for him to ever say anything after being kissed by her. The sweetness of her lips are more than enough to stun his. Of course everything about Jimin is stunning to begin with.

"I am more than alright, Jimin," Kangdae assured. He patted her back slowly. Bringing his hand to her face, he traced her lips with his thumb. "When I am one with you, I find it to be impossible to be anything else."

He has no worries, fears, bad thoughts, nightmares, or anything whatsoever. The weight of his scars had been lifted. Kangdae is enjoying his new life. He is enjoying this and everything about it. Especially her.

Jimin nodded. His cold thumb tracing her lips was a relief from the heat inside her. She brushed his cheek with her hand in turn. “Alright. Good.”
Her lips indeed pressed to the corner of his mouth, before drifting and kissing him fully. It was hard and deep, her thirst and fire showing itself. It was a wonder that she had been so flustered about this a few days ago. She loved this, not only because she loved loving and enjoying him, but also because he had kissed her so many times before, and now she could make that all up with her own kisses. She kept her hand on his cheek, while her other hand dug into his back.

The brushing made his mind flutter. He stared up at Jimin, not wasting a second to blink with wide eyes. Oh he is more than alright. To be vulnerable, but to not worry about danger or getting hurt is a luxury. What is even more priceless is being with Jimin and all her kisses. If only he can put such feelings to words.

Or he doesn't have to, at least not right now. His eyes closed shut, but his love and desire has not. Loving Jimin and being loved by Jimin is how he can express it. Kangdae moved his hand to the back of her head, and began to gently caress it. The wanting for her touch…her kisses…her love…His thirst for it all flourished. His hand traveled down to her back, gently pressing her against him.

A small moan rose in her throat. Of course, she loved his touch and his loving of her too. She leaned into him and his caressing, pulling away to catch her breath before pressing her lips to his again.
Slowly, her hand moved from Kangdae’s cheek to his shoulder. Her other hand came around to his chest. Jimin pulled away from him, and gently pushed him down onto the bed. She came on top of him and grinned before peppering him with kisses. His nose, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. Everywhere in between. One hand reached into his hair, the other settled on the bed beside her.

Little things kept the flaming going inside of him. Breathing, moans, the feeling of life, and the way her lips press and move against his, it was more than enough to get his heart going. Even for him, he doesn't need to do such things like breathing, but in the moment, it's natural to him, it's worth it. Does Jimin know the abilities, the power she possess? If only she could feel the invisible heartbeats within him.

When she pulled away, his eyes opened. He laid back on the bed. Smiling up at her, Kangdae breathed, "Jimin…." His chest rose slowly and collapsed. His smile only grew as Jimin continued on with her kisses. The sensations left him feeling a buzz stinging the places she kissed. A shaky breath crawled from the bottom of his throat. Kangdae placed his hand on her waist. Every time Jimin kissed a part of him, another spark appeared.

When it felt like she had kissed everywhere she could, she slowed down. Jimin touched her forehead to her lover’s, taking slow breaths. She leaned against him, beginning to comb through his hair a little.
“I love kissing you,” she murmured simply. “Is there anywhere else I can kiss you?”
Oh, she was drunk on love again. She never wanted this to end. If only she could stay here, and sleep in his arms… but of course, that could not happen, for plenty of reasons. Was she getting tired? It was unclear. Drunkenness and tiredness felt like the same thing now. She felt caught in a trance. The way he smiled was a siren’s song, pulling her in.

"And where else would you wish to kiss me?" He whispered back. Clearly there are many other places. Many others clearly. But he knew that they cannot be together all night; Jimin needs her rest after all. She already appears to be sleepy, although he was rather unsure. The look in her eyes kept him thirsting for more of her love, but he knew that she could be tired too. He loves it when she looks sleepy; it's adorable. Either way, heavens is Jimin gorgeous.

Kangdae softly rubbed the side of her cheek. He kissed the tip of Jimin's nose. "Kiss me whenever your heart desires, but just know that anywhere you kiss me, I will do the same." He smiled then kissed her nose again. "Your kisses are more than delightful." A low laugh rumbled from his throat.

“Anywhere.” He fingers reached into his hair. She wanted to pull it out of the topknot it was in. “Except for the obvious places.” Her eyes briefly closed as she leaned into the cheek rubbing. When he kissed her nose, she felt her heartbeat quicken, waking her up a little.
She chuckled. “Well then, I shall do just that.” After giving him her own kiss on the nose, she went back to kissing his neck, burying her face and leaning into him. Part of her hoped she wouldn’t leave a mark, but another hoped she would. His robes would cover it anyway, right? Her blood simmered underneath her skin.

His eyes did not move away from Jimin. "Anywhere…" He repeated in a whisper. "Anywhere you want to." If only he was human then his face would be completely red right now. The shimmer in his eyes are the only indicator that he is just completely lost yet immersed in Jimin. Maybe the sweet smells of her is making his sensed overwhelmed.

Kangdae gasped. The moment between the little kiss on his nose to her returning to his neck blinked before his very eye. By the time he blinked, all he saw was red. Red….His hand clutched the bed covers. He gulped till his shaky breaths returned.