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What could be frightening enough to freeze the blood of a centuries-old Vampire turned K-pop idol?
Being bound to someone.
University student Cheong Jin-woo dreams of working in the arts, especially for BL Entertainment and his favorite band, Bam Kiseu. After seeing the band perform, Jin-woo separates from his friends to explore. What he discovers backstage will change his life.
Does he embrace it or run?
Jung Ki-tae has kept his secret for centuries—until a young fan interrupts his feeding. Even more disturbing is the instant bond Ki-tae feels with Jin-woo—a complication he refuses to allow. Yet resisting becomes increasingly difficult as Jin-woo and a group of students win the chance to make a video for the band, working closely with them for weeks. The obsession Ki-tae felt toward Jin-woo—even before tasting his blood—deepens into genuine feelings, feelings that terrify Ki-tae. But when he finds a way to break the bond, he’s torn between severing the connection and protecting Jin-woo….
Especially with a mysterious killer getting closer.
Warnings: Rape, child abuse, violence
Ki-tae arrived at his sire’s home in one of the more affluent districts of Seoul. Beyond the walls, it was as if he’d stepped from the city to the country. In the spring, summer, and fall there was greenery everywhere. Zelkovas, alders and birch trees, though they were bare of leaves at present, abelia shrubs and camellias in various shades creating a transitional rainbow affect when they were in bloom. Snow blanketed the entire area at the moment, but the soft burble of water could be heard in the quiet of the night. He truly did enjoy coming to his sire’s house. It made him feel… safe, secure, and that was a feeling he cherished. There was a time when he wasn’t either of those things, and Ki-tae never wanted to go there again. A chill danced up his spine, and he immediately shook it off.
He turned off the main walkway and followed the stone path curving around the right side of the house. It took him through a small garden and over a little wooden bridge spanning a decent-sized koi pond. A sheet of ice covered the surface, but the pond had been installed with a heated edge used only during the winter which kept the pond from completely freezing and allowed for ventilation with the use of the aerator. The path continued between two peach trees standing to either side, as if they were sentries guarding the emperor’s castle. Ki-tae chuckled. He paused long enough to remove his shoes and place them on the tidy wooden shelves nearby, noting three other pairs already settled. Then he walked through the open doors and into a spacious sunroom. He continued through, weaving around the low table and cushions into the dining room. The room was a long rectangle, its walls showing serene landscapes of Korea, China, and Japan, all places they had lived at one point or another.
Beyond that was the kitchen, an ode to their love of food with sleek appliances and maximized counter space. They would make breakfast together in the morning, able to move around the kitchen easily and freely. This weekend visit was always their time to be a family, something all of them had lacked for a long time. Ki-tae pushed his fingers through his hair as he walked into the small nook to the right of the kitchen. It was a cozy room filled with warm, welcoming color. He found Cheongul, HanYin, and their sire all seated at the medium-sized square teak table, waiting for him.
“Adeul, so good of you to join us!” his sire called, lifting a hand and beckoning him closer. “We have waited for you.”
“You didn’t need to do that, Abeoji. I’m sorry for being so late,” Ki-tae said as he walked to Soon-joon’s side and placed a kiss on his head after he bowed. “You should have started without me.”“I will not eat until all my sons are at my table.”
“Stubborn old goat,” Ki-tae teased affectionately.
“I am at that.” He gestured toward the food spread across the table. “Eat. Then we will talk.”
Ki-tae took his seat to Soon-joon’s right. In the privacy of their home, certain protocols were not observed unless company was present, though there was very rarely any company present. Sometimes, it still struck Ki-tae as odd to eat regular food. He remembered asking once, as many of the stories he’d heard said they only existed on blood. His question resulted in a lengthy—very lengthy—explanation of how blood maintained their qi and thus their enhanced senses, reflexes, and healing ability while regular food maintained their physical body. Why Soon-joon couldn’t have just told him the food was for the body and the blood for the qi and leave it at that, Ki-tae didn’t know. His father seemed to like lengthy explanations.
Once Soon-joon picked up his spoon, they dug in, chattering about nothing in particular as they served themselves and each other. Soon-joon invariably placed more food in their bowls, exclaiming they didn’t eat nearly enough when they tried to protest.
“Aish, do you want me to get fat?” Ki-tae cried as another heap of shrimp was placed in his bowl. “I won’t be able to dance onstage! I’ll have to waddle!”
“As if fat stays on us with our choreographer. She must have been a slaver in her last life,” Cheongul complained, scrunching up his face. “My legs still hurt from practice today.”
“Quit complaining. You’re all too skinny as it is,” Soon-joon said, turning back to his own food.
“Not me. This is all healthy!” HanYin said with a smile, yanking up his shirt to show off his muscles.
Ki-tae smacked his firm stomach. “Yah, look at you, so proud.”
As soon as they were all settled with their food and had taken several moments to eat, Ki-tae felt Soon-joon’s eyes on him. He looked up into his sire’s gaze. It was intense but beyond that, unreadable.
“What is it, Abeoji?”
“I went to Jeonjin University today to see an old friend.” Soon-joon began shifting the food around in his bowl with his chopsticks. “He is a professor there. We had lunch together to discuss an idea I had for your next project.”
“The minimovies?” Cheongul asked, glancing at Ki-tae. “I like Ki-tae’s idea. I think concept will make our music videos stand out more if there’s a story being told visually as well.”
“People love good stories and good music,” HanYin agreed.
Ki-tae glanced away for a moment. He had been hesitant to present the idea, thinking they wouldn’t like it, would think it too gimmicky, but he was tired of all the videos just being them singing and dancing. He had nothing against those types of music videos, but he wanted their fans to have more.
“It was just a thought,” Ki-tae mumbled, staring down at his food.
“It is a good idea, Ki-tae,” Soon-joon said with a small smile. “That’s why I went to my friend with it. I had been looking for a way to help the digital media students from Jeonjin. It is so hard to get into this business. I want to give them a foot in the door, so to speak.”
“I thought that was what your scholarship program was for?” HanYin said as he examined a piece of pork before putting it in his mouth. At his father’s place, he used his manners… for the most part.
“It is, but that’s just money, and it’s from one of the subsidiary companies. I want to do a little more. Pretty much every aspiring artist, musician, filmmaker, director, or sound engineer must have examples of their work these days. Our companies want to see what they can do, measure if the risk to hire them is worth it,” Soon-joon explained. “Therefore, Seonsaengnim and I worked out a program whereby the students in the design and media school will have a chance to begin building their portfolio and earning an internship with BL Entertainment.”
“How does that relate to my suggestion?” Ki-tae asked.
“Beginning this year, the students will divide into groups. During the first part of the program, they will each be assigned one of Bam Kiseu’s songs, one we haven’t done a video for. They will take that song and come up with a video concept that tells a story. They will need to create storyboards, mock-ups, go through the whole process. Once that is completed, they will present their ideas to a panel made up of seonsengnim, myself… and you three. Once all ideas have been presented, we will determine which group had the best idea. That group will then be involved in the making of the video.”
“You said that was the first part. What’s the second?” Cheongul said, pushing his bangs out of his face.
“In part two, each student will write an original song. They will compose it, record it, and produce it,” Soon-joon said.
“What’s the catch?” Ki-tae looked at his sire.
“The song will need to take into account the vocal style of not only Bam Kiseu as a group, but each of your individual vocal styles.” Soon-joon smiled almost beatifically.
“And this is going to be a yearly thing?” Cheongul asked.
“Well, the requirements will be the same, but it would be better if the idols we manage are rotated year to year. I want to give them variety. Creating music videos and writing songs for a group is different than doing it for a solo artist.”
“The average student is going to have difficulty with this,” HanYin said. “And the ones who don’t listen to us will have a harder time of it.”
“True, but they will have to put together examples of what they can do, and any manager worth their salt will be able to see the potential in them,” Soon-joon said. “Also, I’ve arranged for each student to receive small grants to assist them with establishing their full portfolios.”
“You’re just an old softie,” Ki-tae teased as Cheongul nodded.
“Duōchóushàngăn,” HanYin agreed. “A teddy bear.”
“What made you do this?” Ki-tae asked, suddenly seeing a bit of regret in Soon-joon’s eyes. When those eyes met his, he could see pain as well.
“I met a young man today,” Soon-joon said, his focus solely on Ki-tae. “He was shy, but not to the point of inaction. Once the announcement had been made, the students all clamored to have this young man as part of their group. Apparently he was considered the most talented one in their class. He was very polite when speaking and responded easily to the teasing he received, but he had one other thing that made him stand out.”
“What was that?” Cheongul asked hesitantly, glancing at Ki-tae.
“His scent was overlaid by that of one of my children,” Soon-joon said. “Can you tell me which one?”
“You already know it’s me,” Ki-tae said with a sigh. “Why pretend?”
“Can you tell me why you fed so deeply from him that he smells of you, even after bathing?” Soon-joon said. There was no heat in his voice.
“There is only one way to embed our scent on a human so deeply,” Soon-joon said. “You fed from his neck, from his carotid, didn’t you?”
“I… yes,” Ki-tae said softly, hanging his head. At the time he hadn’t been ashamed at all. Now he felt very guilty.
“There are reasons why I teach you to feed the way I do,” Soon-joon said just as quietly. “Blood from the carotid artery comes straight from the heart. Freely given, it is the most amazing feeling in the world, but it also has consequences. It can bind you to that individual.”
“What do you mean, bind me to him?” Ki-tae asked, snapping his head up to stare at Soon-joon. He… he couldn’t go through that again, couldn’t belong to someone, controlled by them, not ever again.
He started shaking in his seat, his grip on the table causing it to vibrate. The roaring in his ears made their voices fade away. He dug his claws into the wood, leaving deep furrows. His fangs descended, puncturing his lips as they hadn’t done since he was first turned. Hands grabbed him, and Ki-tae struck out with a roar. Vague sounds of crashing and shouting followed. He tried to get away, tried to break free, and then he heard that voice in his ear, the sound of love and safety and peace.
Ki-tae curled against Soon-joon as they fell to the floor, his face pressed into his father’s chest. Tears streamed down his face; he curled his fingers tightly in the fabric of Soon-joon’s shirt. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It all hurt so much. What was he going to do? He could never go through that again. It would kill him this time, Vampire or not. Gentle fingers stroked his hair, soothing him into sleep.
An avid reader, E.T. finds inspiration in all her favorite genres, from mainstream romance by her favorite authors to Japanese manga and anime. To her, even the classic fairytales hold that spark of motivation and if there is one thing she has learned from her many years of writing solely for herself, it’s this: never deny the Muse, she gets cranky and pulls out the bullwhip. E.T. Malinowski is the youngest of seven girls. It was her love of reading that eventually led her to attempt writing. From there, a passion was born.
She began writing romance in her early teens and, at that time, never dreamed of sharing her work with anyone. With the help of several dear friends, not to mention her ex-husband, she found the courage to take that last step towards publication. As the single mother of three rambunctious boys, finding time to write is a bit difficult. Yet E.T. manages to do it, even if it’s on break or lunch at a regular day job. She has found her place in homoerotic romance. To her, love doesn’t recognize gender boundaries and is always special.
An avid reader, E.T. finds inspiration in all her favorite genres, from mainstream romance by her favorite authors to Japanese manga and anime. To her, even the classic fairytales hold that spark of motivation and if there is one thing she has learned from her many years of writing solely for herself, it’s this: never deny the Muse, she gets cranky and pulls out the bullwhip.