Chapter 6 (Tears)

Upon surveying his beloved classroom, the professor couldn't help but be taken aback by its current state.

The room had been transformed into a crimson look, drenched in various shades of red. The floors, the ceilings, everything was tainted with blood. The scene resembled something straight out of a horror movie, a macabre spectacle that would make werewolves feel things and entice vampires with its morbid charm.

The professor's eyes caught the subtle signs of the vampires' meticulous cleaning, accomplished solely through their extraordinary licking abilities.

After enduring a few minutes of continuous chaos, the professor decided it was time to restore order. "Hey! It's time to stop," he proclaimed, issuing a stern warning to the vampires. "We need to move on, and for that, I must declare today's class over. You all still have blood on your clothes, so it would be better to retire to your rooms, change into clean attire, and rest. Return tomorrow, and in the meantime, the class will be thoroughly cleaned by our dedicated staff. We can also investigate the cause of this unsettling occurrence."

Gradually, everyone began to exit the classroom, leaving behind a trail of whispers among the vampires as they contemplated what had transpired and speculated about the perpetrator.

However, seated in the front rows, Kwan remained frozen, traumatized, unable to move or feel. The white-haired wolf, Geonhak, diligently attempted to remove the blood stains from Kwan's face and body, his concern evident in his actions. Sensing the distress Kwan was experiencing, Yuju joined Geonhak and sat beside him.

"Do you even know what you're doing, wolf?" Yuju questioned, sharply confiscating the bloody tissue Geonhak had been using to clean Kwan's face. She turned to face him, locking eyes with an intensity fueled by frustration.

"This is all because of you. By you failing your transformation, Kwan paid the price instead. And it's not just Kwan; the spell was incredibly powerful, causing the entire class to be drenched in blood. While the vampires enjoyed the feast, Kwan is clearly traumatized by the events that just unfolded before his eyes."

She presented the bloodstained tissue to Geonhak, adding, "Do you think this is what he needs right now? He's a vampire, damn it. He doesn't need blood removed from his body; he needs emotional support, hugs, something or someone to calm him down after experiencing the aftermath of his first attempt at blood magic."

Geonhak responded calmly, though his words carried a hint of passive-aggressiveness as he tried to explain his perspective. "Well, I am doing my best. If you hadn't interrupted me, I would have been able to help him even more. You simply had to impose your opinions on what I should be doing instead. Regardless, I believe we should take him to the healer..."

"Yes, we should take him to the healer, but let's see if we can at least get him to talk to us," Yuju interjected. Both Geonhak and Yuju turned their attention to Kwan.

Geonhak knelt down to meet Kwan's gaze, his heart burdened by an inexplicable tension whenever he looked into Kwan's eyes. Kwan's face was unique, portraying a profound sadness in his eyes that offered a glimpse into the depths of his soul. His pale skin seemed to echo the cold touch of death, yet his smile and his lips radiated warmth and light, brightening the day of anyone fortunate enough to witness them. Geonhak couldn't help but be captivated by his presence.

As Geonhak continued to stare, Kwan suddenly met his gaze, his red eyes locked onto him. Kwan's face hinted at an impending release of tears, prompting Geonhak to reach out and gently rub Kwan's cheek in an attempt to comfort him. As Geonhak's hand made contact with Kwan's soft skin, Kwan's eyes shifted to focus on the hand, then returned to meet Geonhak's gaze. With their eyes locked, Geonhak spoke in a soft, deep tone, "Are you okay now?"

Kwan's eyes widened in response, and he delicately held Geonhak's hand with his own, slowly removing it from his cheek. After letting go, he turned his attention to Yuju, who watched with concern etched across her face. "Are you okay, Kwan?" she asked, her voice reflecting her worry. Kwan, still fixated on Yuju, suddenly turned to survey the empty classroom, realizing that everyone had departed, leaving only the professor, Geonhak, and Yuju behind.

"Why... why are you here? Why are you two here?" Kwan stammered, his voice trembling.

He looked back and forth between Yuju and Geonhak, seeking answers.

The two exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. "Your reaction was alarming, and it shocked everyone. We were worried about you," Yuju finally managed to explain, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Kwan's gaze shifted to Geonhak, their eyes meeting once more. A beautiful, melancholic melody seemed to resonate between them, an unspoken connection that held them captive.

After a brief moment, Kwan rose from his seat and approached Geonhak until they were mere inches apart. His eyes conveyed a mixture of sadness, gratitude, and a profound sense of appreciation as he looked into Geonhak's eyes. Geonhak, equally mesmerized, instinctively reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair that obscured Kwan's face, causing a single tear to escape from Kwan's eyes. In a swift motion, Geonhak caught the tear on his finger and brought it to his lips, gently licking it away. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, he rubbed the back of his head in an attempt to process what had just occurred before hastily exiting the classroom.

Yuju, still stunned by the unexpected exchange, remained worried about Kwan. Stepping closer to him, they both found themselves standing near the exit. "Do you think you'd like to go to the healer right now?"

"No," Kwan replied, his eyes filled with exhaustion and stress. Yuju understood that he needed rest. "Why don't you go to your room and get some rest? It would be beneficial for you to recharge, and perhaps we can visit the healer later in the evening."

"Thanks for being so understanding," Kwan expressed his gratitude before leaving the classroom. Yuju followed closely behind, leaving only the professor behind, engrossed in his own investigation while awaiting the arrival of the principal.

As Kwan reached his room, he couldn't help but replay the events of the day in his mind, grappling with the confusion and whispers that had permeated the air around him, while he was doing the Spell. Just as he was about to open the door, he noticed it was already ajar.

His worry and skepticism heightened, and he cautiously retrieved the small pocket knife tucked in his back pocket, inching his way into the room. What awaited him was an empty space, with both beds unoccupied. The room's dim lighting only added to his unease, and he noticed that his belongings had been disturbed.

He felt a wave of anxiety crashing over him, threatening to unravel his composure, until he

heard the sound of running water emanating from the bathroom. Suddenly, realization struck him that someone was, without a doubt, inside the room.

Driven by concern, Kwan hurried towards the bathroom door, and with a surge of urgency, he flung it open. And there stood Jeon, the golden vampire boy he had seen earlier in class, completely naked, in the midst of taking a shower. Jeon's eyes widened as he discovered Kwan staring at him in surprise.

"Ooh, sorry. What are you doing here?" Kwan quickly averted his gaze, and Jeon instinctively covered his private areas.

"We're roommates, remember? And what are you doing? Get out! I'm trying to shower, for heaven's sake."