*After Taejoon Left*
Han – The Bath
The water's heat curls around Han's sore back, stomach, and forehead, steam rising like a soft veil. He sinks deeper, the scent of menthol from the ointment still faint on his skin. His mind drifts to the gentle pressure of Taejoon's hands—how the thumb brushed his bruised forehead, how the palm glided over his back, how the touch lingered just enough to make his heart thrace a rhythm it shouldn't.
He leans his head back, eyes closed, lips parting in a sigh that turns into a mutter:
*"Why does it feel like I was with Taejoon again…"*
The words tumble out, half‑whisper, half‑question. The water ripples with each shiver of memory, the phantom warmth of a presence he barely knows yet feels oddly familiar. He opens his eyes to the empty bathroom, the mirror fogged, and wonders if the echo of that touch is just his wishful thinking or something deeper.
Taejoon – Vampire Realm, Throne Room
Across a dim hall of stone, draped in midnight crimson, the throne of the vampire kingdom looms. Shadows flicker from candle‑like torches, and a cold wind whistles through ancient arches.
Taejoon paces, his boots barely making a sound on the black marble. His mind is tangled in Han's bruised silhouette, the way Han's lips bit down to hide pain, the way his eyes searched for truth. He stops, breaths shallow, heart—a vampire's—still beating with a strange ache.
Suddenly, a faint echo drifts into his thoughts:
*"Why does it feel like I was with Taejoon again…"*
His head snaps up. The hall is empty; no one stands within sight. Yet the voice—Han's voice—rings clear, as if the distance between realms has thinned for a moment.
Doubt flickers. He remembers the old whisper from *Mr. Carter*, the ancient advisor who once said:
> _"When a vampire's heart binds to a mortal, the bond can carry whispers across worlds. You may hear their voice, feel their pain, even when they're far."_
Taejoon's fangs glint for a heartbeat, then he steadies himself, claws digging lightly into the throne's armrest. He closes his eyes, trying to sense the thread that ties him to Han.
*Han – Still in the Bath*
The water has turned lukewarm, the steam thinning. Han's shoulders shake, tears mixing with the droplets on his cheeks. He pulls his knees to his chest, forehead resting against them, and the words break out in a whisper that trembles:
*"I miss you, Taejoon… I wish you were still here. I wish this never happened to us…"*
A sob escapes, raw and unfiltered, his voice cracking like the surface of the water when a stone drops. He clumsily wipes his face, the pain in his back and stomach dulled by the heat but the ache in his chest growing heavier. He repeats the words, half to himself, half to an invisible presence he can't see but feels tugging at his heart.
.
Taejoon heart break hearing han word's,he can't hold back anymore he let out a loud scream,his voice echo,the aura appears on his again, eyes red light blood
Han's shoulders shake as he sobs, the memories of Taejoon flooding his mind. He's lost in his grief when he hears a soft voice calling out to him.
"Han...?"
Kai's voice. Han's eyes snap open, and he scrambles to wipe away his tears. He hastily wraps a towel around his waist, trying to compose himself.
He takes a deep breath, attempting to steady his voice. "Y-yeah, I'm coming," he calls out, his voice a bit shaky.
Han steps out of the bathroom, his eyes scanning the room for Kai. The other boy is standing by the bed, concern etched on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Kai asks, his eyes soft with worry, as he moves closer to Han.
Han forces a weak smile, trying to brush it off. "Nothing, just... just got something in my eye," he lies, avoiding Kai's gaze.
Kai's expression says he doesn't believe him, but he lets it go for now. "Okay, I just wanted to check on you. Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, his voice gentle.
Han shakes his head, feeling a lump form in his throat again. "No, it's fine. I'm fine."
Kai nods, his eyes still concerned, but he drops it. "Alright, I'll let you get some rest then," he says, turning to leave.
As Kai heads for the door, Han's eyes follow him, Kai's no sooner out the door than Jace bursts in, a mischievous gl grin spreading across his face. "Hey, hey, hey! What's this I hear about some stranger kicking your butt, Han?" he says, flopping onto the bed.
Han's still trying to compose himself, but Jace's teasing hits its mark. A small laugh escapes his lips, and he shakes his head. "Oh, you heard about that, huh?"
Jace nods, propping himself up on his elbows. "Yeah, the whole group did. So, how does it feel to get beat up by some unknown vamp?"
Han's grin grows, and he takes a step closer to Jace, his eyes gl gleaming with amusement. "Well, the stranger doesn't seem like an ordinary vamp, that's for sure. And don't worry, I'll get my revenge. Next time, I'll kick his ass right back."
Jace's face is a picture of mock concern. "I'm telling you, Han, you need someone to protect you. I'm volunteering for the job. I'll kick that stranger's ass before he can even think about kicking yours again."
Han's laughter is infectious, and he shakes his head, grabbing a pillow from the bed. "You think you can take on the mysterious stranger? Bring it on, Jace."
Jace's grin is unrepentant, and he dodges the pillow Han throws at him with ease. "Hey, watch it! I'm a delicate flower, remember?"
Han's laughter grows louder, and he grabs another pillow, ready to launch it at Jace. "Delicate flower? You're about to get a pillow to the face, Jace!"
Jace's eyes sparkle with mischief, and he prepares to dodge again, but Han's phone suddenly buzzes, interrupting the playfight. Han's eyes flick to the screen, and his expression changes, his laughter dying down.
"Who is it?" Jace asks, noticing the change in Han's demeanor.
Han's eyes narrow, his voice low. "I don't know, it's a private number."