2Jin (cubed, fanprose doesn't support symbol)

Heeyeon had a motto playing in the back of her mind. It's very simple, a proverb that she's actually scribbled into the very paper she's sat at.

Just. Fucking. Write.

It's ironic really, she's been preaching to the choir all day about writing, just to sit here and struggle to write it herself. Granted, she can actually write a lot. She writes lyrics all the time, and if she was creating new (musical) art honestly she'd be fine.

Though, this isn't quite that. It's close if she tried to explain it. Writing moans out is quite similar, both are sounds, both are arousin–

She cut that thought off.

Her guitar though is to one side, the only thing she has on her desk is her very expensive and gorgeous pen as well as her notebook. In the notebook is entirely innocent material– cooking recipes, lyrics, an extensive multiple chapter fanfiction of her bandmate and her most common ship.

Okay, maybe it's not all entirely innocent.

But it's for the content.

She prefers to keep it old fashioned, writing every word to feel the emotion, the soul of it all. Nothing digital or 'the cheap way out'. Passion is important, much like her characters. She's so invested it in all, maybe it's wrong. But, what she doesn't know can't hurt.

Hyunjin actually wouldn't care, Heeyeon likes to think. Judging off their conversations.

She clears her mind of every distraction, focusing down on the page. Where was she?

"Aren't you sick of this game of cat and mouse?" Heejin purrs, fingers grabbing Hyunjin's chin.

"Fucking ass, you know I'll avenge them some day!" Hyunjin struggles to get her words out, she's not convincing. Heejin knows that Hyunjin's not just here for that, it's so obvious it makes her chuckle.

"Oh really? That's what you want? So that's why you came here without all of your vampire hunting equipment, walked into my domain unarmed. Because you wanted to kill me?" Heejin moves her hand and pushes Hyunjin onto her bed. The entire mattress shaking as Hyunjin yelps.

"Y-yes."

Heeyeon smiles, vampire 2jin. What an incredible concept, she's shuffling out of her bottom half, leaving only the top on. Though if it keeps heating up like this…

She keeps writing.

"If that's the case…" Heejin pulls something she's been hiding in one of the cabinets of her nightstand. It's a ritual knife. Hyunjin gasps, the engraving on it tells the story of hundreds of vampire deaths before this. Some Heejin has definitely commandeered herself.

Offered right for the taking.

This entire ordeal, able to be over.

If she just picks up the knife.

She hesitates, Hyunjin's mouth is completely dry. There's nothing stopping her from just killing her, but Heejin– as ironic as can be– is the only person who's been looking at for her. Sure she's killed her friends, feasted on their flesh like it was nothing.

But, she's all she has left. As fucked as it is.

"I can't–" Hyunjin's voice cracks again, she's overwhelmed with more than just fear. Heejin looks too good, a vampire has natural allure. One she's falling for head over heel.

"I know."

Heeyeon's giggling to herself, thinking about where to take this as she finishes scribbling the quotation mark. There's so many possibilities, she can make them fight a bit. Have Hyunjin make one last desperate stand, have Heejin invoke a reaction. Or she could make them sit in silence as Hyunjin comes to terms with her inaction.

But, she's a bit too horny for that.

Heejin puts her knife carefully back in place– like everything she does. Hyunjin is the irrational one, but that's fair. Heejin has a few decades on her age wise. Even if they look similar. Vampires don't age. "How about we be honest with each other?"

Heeyeon can write in logic later, that's not what she wants right now. She leaves a page or two of space to come in and slot in her exposition.

"F-fuck!" Hyunjin's under her, fingers wrapped in Heejin's silk bedding while Heejin's fingers are pumping in and out of her cunt. Heejin keeps her decorum even with Hyunjin's hickies on her neck– watching as her prey fights against the pleasure to keep her eyes open.

"You are so pretty, your heart's beating so hard. All that blood, you smell incredible my dear." Heejin's whispers hit Hyunjin's ears and she clenches harder around Heejin's digits. "You yearn for me, don't you dear?"

She slows down and speeds up, waiting for an answer while making it next to impossible to do so. It's fun for one and torture for the other. "Ye-yes, so much, please!"

"Mmh, you're so cute Hyunjin." Her fingers hit the right spot, Hyunjin's legs clamp around Heejin's wrist. "So needy, it's truly adorable."

Heeyeon puts a weight on the flippant side of her notebook to keep it still as her hand drifts between her thighs. Shamelessly getting off on her own words. Fuck she's proud.

"I bet you'd let me turn you doll? You'd like that wouldn't you? A thrall who has to sustain yourself off me. Completely intertwined with me and nothing more." Heejin knows she's too close to cumming her brains out to give logical thought and reason to anything, but she wouldn't let a vampire touch her like this if she was thinking logically to begin with.

Hyunjin responds in desperate whimpers and mewls, teetering on a forbidden edge. "Plea…" She trails off, a plea interrupted by more sharp pleasure.

"Oh, you can cum whenever you want. Let me ruin you doll." Heejin's hand wipes the overwhelmed tears off her smooth skin. "Fall into it, fall for me– that's it. Lose yourself."

There's no running from it. Hyunjin makes a mess all over the vampires hand, shaking and thrashing in her embrace while she gets fucked through it. The bed blooming damp as sheets get ruined.

"Good…"

Heeyeon is too overcome with lust to keep writing, no matter how she wants to write Hyunjin feasting on Heejin's cunt, how she wants the two of them to make out and how she wants the story to reach its final page. It's all for later, for now. She puts her feet up on her table and gets to work.

She can imagine another scenario, maybe a spin off.

One where they are rockstars, fucking after a gig.