Chapter 8: Midnight Fang Emergency (Why Are You in My Bed?!)
If someone had told me a week ago that my life would turn into a bad romance manga, I would've laughed in their face.
Now?Now I'm lying in bed at midnight, staring at the ceiling, while the most famous idol in Japan—who also happens to be a vampire—sleeps in the room next to mine.
…Or at least, he's supposed to be sleeping.
Tap tap.
I groaned and rolled over. There it was again—the soft tapping sound coming from my balcony door.
"…Don't tell me."
I dragged myself out of bed, slid the door open, and—yep. There he was.Riku Kurosawa. In his signature all-black pajamas, perched on the railing like some kind of elegant cat burglar, silver hair glinting in the moonlight.
"Haruto," he said softly, voice low and… weirdly strained. "Let me in."
I blinked. "You… have your own room. With a perfectly functional door."
"Can't use it," he muttered. "Too bright."
"…It's midnight."
Your blackout curtains aren't thick enough."
I rubbed my face. "You're ridiculous."
But when I looked closer, my sarcasm died in my throat—because he wasn't smirking like usual. His skin looked pale. Paler than usual. And his breathing—was it shallow?
"…Are you okay?" I asked slowly.
"I'll be fine," he said, climbing into my room like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Just… need to sit down."
And then—he stumbled.
"Whoa—!" I lunged forward, catching him just in time. His body was cold. Way too cold."Riku?!"
He didn't answer. His forehead pressed against my shoulder, and his voice came out in a hoarse whisper:"Don't… freak out."
"WHAT do you mean don't freak out—"
"Just—don't scream when you see—"
And then I saw them.
His fangs.
Not the neat, subtle ones I glimpsed before—these were long, sharp, and glinting in the moonlight like polished silver. His eyes burned crimson, glowing faintly like embers.
My throat went dry. "…You're… hungry."
"Yeah," he breathed, voice trembling. "Too long without… blood."
Panic set in. My brain screamed danger! vampire attack imminent! But then—then I noticed something else.
He wasn't lunging at me. He wasn't baring his fangs in some horror-movie snarl. He was shaking. Hands clenched tight, jaw locked like he was holding himself back with everything he had.
"…You're resisting," I whispered.
"I promised," he said through gritted teeth, like every word hurt. "I told you… I wouldn't bite you without consent."
That stupid, stubborn part of me—the part that keeps making terrible decisions—spoke up before the smart part could stop it:"…Then take some."
His head shot up, eyes wide and wild. "What?"
"You're gonna collapse if you don't, right?" My heart pounded so loud I thought he could hear it. "So just—take some. Not… all of it. Just enough."
"…Haruto," he said, voice rough, low, and trembling in a way that made something twist in my chest. "If I start… I don't know if I can stop."
My throat tightened. But I nodded anyway. "I trust you."
That was all it took.
He moved fast—so fast I barely saw it. One hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me close, and then—
His fangs sank into my skin.
I expected pain. Sharp, unbearable pain.Instead… heat. A strange, dizzying heat that spread through my body in waves. My knees went weak. My breath hitched.
And his voice—soft, broken, almost like a prayer against my throat:"…Haruto…"
Every nerve in my body screamed at me to push him away, to run—but I didn't. I couldn't.
Because for some insane reason… it felt like something more than hunger.Something desperate. Something vulnerable.
When he finally pulled back, his lips stained red, his eyes had softened—not glowing anymore, but warm, almost human.
"…Sorry," he whispered. "I lost control for a second."
I swallowed hard, heart pounding out of my chest. "Y-Yeah… no big deal."
Liar. My whole body was shaking.
He looked like he wanted to say more, but instead… he smiled. A tired, soft smile I'd never seen before.
"…Thank you," he murmured—and then, without warning, collapsed on my bed.
"HEY—don't just—"
Too late. He was out cold.
So now I'm standing here at 1:00 a.m., my neck bleeding slightly, my pulse still racing, staring at the sleeping vampire idol in my bed.
And all I can think is:…My life is a disaster.
TO BE CONTINUED…