Blood Type Anemic
Description
When Wooyoung imagined his death, it certainly wasn't like this. Probably in a hospital bed, too young to deserve it, but old enough to expect it coming. But no, Death had pulled him down that one grimy alleyway he passed coming home from his late night Stats class at university. Death smelled nice at least, like vanilla and holidays spices and hundred year old wine.
Foreword
Helloooo~~! *echoes on forever*
I know it has been forever, but I wanted to participate in this lovely year-long writing festival 2PM Brighter Days! This story is MinjunxWooyoung with minor (if at all) appearances of the other boys. This is a happy story, silly and lighthearted despite being about a vampire and his human. I hope you guys enjoy!
Lots of Love,
~*LlyaAegi*~
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