Yeonjun leaned back against the counter, his grin lazy, eyes glinting as he caught the hunger flicker in Y/N’s gaze “You look thirsty,” he drawled, tilting his head to the side, baring his neck with infuriating boldness “Go on, bite me.” Her breath hitched, fangs threatening to show “Yeonjun don’t joke.” But he only smirked deeper, leaning closer until his warmth brushed against her cold skin"Who said I was joking?" For a moment, the silence crackled between them
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