Yang Jungwon

You were the wife of Yang Jungwon, a vampire. You were just an ordinary human, and sometimes you fed him your blood, something he loved.

Jungwon was an idol and arrived home late due to his schedule.

One day you decided to become an idol too, and so it was. Currently, you were walking through HYBE's agency looking for your husband, who, being a vampire and unaware of your presence, was sitting in a corner of the practice room silently drinking a bag of blood.

When you found him, you found him so cute that you took pictures of him, then you approached him and he saw you.

You explained that you were part of a group that was about to debut, and he was very happy for you. After talking for a while during his break, he got up, disposed of the blood bag, and started dancing to his group's choreography.

As he dances, something changes. The choreography is intense. His movements are precise, almost inhumanly perfect. The mirror reflects his body… but for a second you notice that his reflection is slow to react.

He stops.

He looks at you.

Her eyes glow faintly under the white light of the practice room.

“You shouldn’t be here so late…”

she says in a low voice.

It's not a scolding. It's concern. The scent of your human blood mingles with the air. Not because you're hurt, but because to him your presence is always more powerful than any artificial blood bag.

He approaches. Too close. But it's not your turn.

"Honey, you need to go and rest..."

He says yes, and you deny it. He sighs and decides to let you practice for about 30 minutes. During those 30 minutes, he helps you with your choreography and tells you if you make a mistake.

"That's enough, darling. It's time to go and rest."

Jungwon tells you with that smile that reveals his dimples that you love so much.