Sick of Cliches but you’re my only exception. //Closed//

Hopping on, he laughed a bit before slipping the helmet over her head gently. "don't get flees in it" he joked obviously before starting up the bike. "and it's not the bike you shouldn't or should trust. It's the driver." he paused for a second "and you can trust me" he says softly before starting the bike up and driving down the road, never liming how loud the engine revved in his ears but always loved the humming of it as he drove. He could always take her to his house, but that was beyond unsafe for so a multitude of reasons. His friend Ryuu should be with his sister, which she didn't like. But it was either him protecting her or their abusive dad hurting her as he did Min-Hyuk. He won't ever let that man touch his little sister. And anyway, his friend never even had the balls to make a move on his sister even if he was starstuck and in love with her.

Instead they made their way to the way opposite end of town about five minutes later, taking a turn. It began to grow dark and quickly than he anticipated. The wind blowing through his black hair blending in with the surroundings.
Her arms around his waist felt warm, which he absolutely loved. No, it wasn't like he liked her. She was just warm. He was a vampire after all. Any warm welcoming touch he was going to accept. (that's a lie lol)
Min-Hyuk could drive like this forever, but he needed to talk to her about some things.

Turning a quick corner and a curve out to an empty field with a run down barn smack in the middle. He slowly pulled the motorcycle to a stop and sat there for a second, his breath even and steady, yet as cold as ice. He could use a blanket at the moment, but he would live. Vampires weren’t meant to have blankets anyway.
He leaned back a little, gentle and careful not to disturb her. It felt like she was calm and probably a bit tired. He didnt want to surprise her or anything by getting off so quickly.
Looking from the run down abandoned barn, the broken fencing around it and the tall grass swaying back and forth with the light wind to the stairs above that just made its way through the thin blanket of fog that would soon be replace with full darkness. His eyes adjusted a lot better to the darkness, as they changed when he was turned. Adapted to the night. He could see everything perfectly.
“You alright?” He asked her softly, not wanting to break the silence other than the soft chirping of the crickets in the grass around them.
He could stay there all night with the warmth of her pressed against his back.
“man, i really am lonely” he thought to himself with a sigh.

He let out a soft chuckle with a genuine smile as he walked beside her, making his way to the barn. “No, I forgot I wanted to kill you I would have done it a long time ago like you said” he took a deep breath in, the nights cold air felt nice for once.
“I go here to cool off” he says as they near the barn. It was obvious it wouldn’t collapse as long as they didn’t do something stupid. There was a hidden basement down her totally concreted walls and ceiling that he wouldn’t tell anyone about so he wasn’t planning on telling her.
“Over here” he motioned to a broken doorway. Carefully he slipped through, avoiding making any noises just in case someone was there. His eyes scanned the place, finding nothing. “It’s safe.” He stood straight up. “Should be a safe place. I’ve been going here for a few years now and nobody’s found it. Hopefully nobody will” he felt comfortable in the barn and it was obvious.
“Why were you out there?” He asked her, pulling himself up on a strong beam, swinging his legs back and forth like a kid as he looked down on her, the moonlight flooding in the crack so of the roof shining on the two.

He laid down along the beam with a sigh. Her sneezes were rather cute he thought.
"I don't feel safe out there. A pack of werewolves against me…. Well it doesn't really fit together fairly. I'd be dead with only maybe two of yours injured." he sighed. "I don't know why vampires don't stay in packs. I'm not fucking Edward Cullen over here" he scoffed, venting for a bit.
"anyway, I don't trust you fully either. As I assume you still don't trust me. Which is fair. I'm an enemy to your kind and I've been nothing but an absolute jerk to you" he shrugged. It's been a long day. An enjoyable one. "I don't blame you for hating me" he closed his eyes. His guard was by appearances, down.
"anyway, I saw your expression when you spotted me. You were looking for me. Why?" he turned over on his side and looked at the girl, his eyes glowing a whitish red color, the dust dimming it just a bit.

As she was talking about her pack being hunted he did feel bad. "it gets lonely out here" he muttered quietly. A normal human wouldn't have heard, but a wolf… Maybe.
He had hoped she didn't trust him yet for her own good. So relieved to hear that oddly enough.

Scoffing at her comment about weird attraction, noticing the irony of It all. He did admit she was beaitiful smart, witty and quick on her feet. But he wasn't attracted to her. The feelings and emotions he felt towards her was just the fact that he's been alone for such a long time and she actually talked to him in the fun joking way that nobody else did. Suddenly the moment with her underwater flashed in his mind and his face turned red. "damnit Min-Hyuk, you don't get flustered like this by a stupid dog nonetheless"
He was grateful it was dark or else she would be able to see his red face.

He kept his eyes on the ceiling avoiding looking at her forms few more seconds until he regained his stoic composure.
"why'd you defend me?" he sat up and looked at her, an almost challenging look on his face as his eyes locked on hers. With the thoughts going through his head, locking eyes with hers was the last thing he wanted to do.
But he really wanted to know. Why had she cared enough to disobey her brother and defend a vampire?

He sat up with a smirk, tilting his head to the side, his hair falling over one eye. "I never said I don't bring anyone else here. It is my "cool down" spot after all. That could mean a number of things and that could very well involve someone" he says jumping down to the ground, landing lightly on his feet before taking a step towards her. "what you get from that is however you choose to take it" he shrugged.
Implying a few things. Maybe he could take someone here and kill them, letting off some steam. But his mind quickly wandered to what else it could mean. Hopefully she didn't think he was going to just try and get in her pants. Just realizing that and what it might sound like, he couldn't take it back to due his confidence he had when he spoke. Guess it was up to her to decide what to think.

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in a dog” he says rolling his eyes. “And no, it hasn’t happened by the way. At least not with me” he shrugged.
“Anyway, I could have killed plenty of people here is what I’m implying.” Min-Hyuk rolled his eyes and walked around the barn. Pieces of broken glass and wood, hay and dirt mixed in together. He hates how dirty this place was. How come he never cleaned it? That should Be on his to do list. Along with clean his own room…
yeah, he remembered now why he put it off.
“Anyway, you can leave it you want” he says kicking a rock over a clean slate of concrete before turning to her. “I just wanted to talk. And test out if I were being followed. Again, I don’t trust you” he looked around. Man, he really didn’t like the feeling he was getting. He was going off of a hunch And conference, but was something following them?

(So I made Min-Hyuk his own little board, so if you want to check it out here it is: https://pin.it/nLhZlaW)

A small wind picked up when she looked at him. The barn turning cold (yes, it's the cliche hoodie set up XD) as he adjusted himself, sitting down on the wood. "Maybe… I don't trust really anyone. But yes… To be honest I would trust you more" he looked down at the cold ground, pulling the hoodie sleeves over his pale hands, the tips of his fingers red and his knuckles scraped and red, obviously from punching something. That was how he let out quite a bit of steam. Brick walls hurt like hell and he found those the best to punch when angry. Being naturally stronger, he would end up breaking quite a bit of bricks. There was a small brick shed beside the barn that was now a pile due to years of “letting off steam”
She was witty, more than he would like to admit. And he wouldn't out loud. And never to her. It was a bit attractive with a mix of annoying. He never knew what to think of her.
"what about you? Would you trust me more?" he asked looking up at her, his hand on his cheek squishing it in an oddly cute way

(also thank you! I'm so proud of it! I'm constantly updating it. so every now and then you can go back and there will be more lol)

He noted her words in his mind, not about to forget then any time soon. His luminescent eyes followed her motions before she sat.
Looking down at his hands, pale and red. He never paid much attention to them. He was surprised she was able to see them. But she was a werewolf. Their vision in the night was almost as good as a vampires if not the same.
He nodded towards a wide broken doorway on the other side, a pile of broken bricks you could see on the ground outside. Thin white fog swirled around the barn making it even colder.
"See those bricks? That's what happened." he says leaning back, readjusting his hoodies collar around his neck "I need to find a new brick wall" slight annoyance about it in his voice though stitched with kindness and a calming feeling went with it. "man, are they that noticeable?" he looked back down at his hands before looking back at the girl.

(IDK how he's gonna give his hoodie to a wolf and it still be kind of cute, but it'll be funny? XD)

He glared a bit, rolling his eyes.
"I'm not looking for ways to deal with it. I'm cooling off. There are plenty other ways I could go about my anger. But I like this one." he says, not mentioning his masochism. He's been a masochist for as long as he can remember, burning his hand on his mother's candle wax just to feel the pain. Or purposely slam the door on his hand. He did all of that crazy stuff when he was little. Cutting himself was another issue that he didn't talk about. But it was obvious he had his own issues even before he was a vampire.
Noticing her shiver, he looked around taking in everything. It is pretty cold. He hadn't realized until she took the form of a frikin wolf.
"come over here" he says out of the sweet silence of the barn. He liked the quiet. He could always hear anything coming up to him. It was eerie with her here. Not knowing what she’ll do or what she’ll say. It almost made him nervous. Or that’s what he told himself when his heart started pounding on his chest.

(Hey, the title is bothering me. Do you have any ideas for a legit title?)

Lifting his hoodie off, forgetting once again hennas no shirt underneath it since it made him feel claustrophobic with both things on, this revealing his pale skin, the moonlight glimmering off of his muscled body. He set the hoodie on the wolfs head gently. "it would be much more effective if you weren't a wolf, but you do you I guess" he shrugged, leaning back on the beam, his eyes glowing in the moonlight, catching all of the light they can in order to see clearly.

As he watched he titled his head to the side with a smile that grew with every moment. He was surprised by how sue did it, but it was extremely amusing.
At her last small gesture, he couldn't help but smile big and laugh. "you're cute. You know that" he says between laughs. It wasn't meant to be a compliment, more just fact.
He looked away for a second, forcing his smile down with… No luck.
(sorry it's short)

He ran his hands through his hair, lifting up his arms as his muscles showed more. “I forgot to dry my hair” he says to himself at he ruffled it, trying to dry it but only making it fluffier.
Eyes on her fur for a few seconds, imagining how soft it was. He felt himself wanting to touch it, but thats her body and he wasnt about to harass her like that. He would never touch her without her permission.
Not that he wanted to of course. Well, not like that…or anything (eyeshift eyeshift)