Night Kiss

by E. T. Malinowski

  Table of Contents

  Night Kiss

  Author’s Note

  Glossary of Terms

  Jin-woo

  Jin-woo

  Jin-woo

  Soon-joon

  Ki-tae

  Jong-in

  Min-su

  Cheongul

  HanYin

  Ki-tae

  Ki-tae

  Jin-woo

  Jong-in

  Min-su

  Ki-tae

  HanYin

  Jin-woo

  Jin-woo

  Jin-woo

  Soon-joon

  Soon-joon

  Ki-tae

  About the Author

  By E.T. Malinowski

  Visit DSP Publications

  Copyright

  Night Kiss

  By E.T. Malinowski

  BL Entertainment: Book One

  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.

  This book is dedicated in memory of Sandrine Gasq-Dion. I began Night Kiss in October 2017, and during the time of its writing, Sandrine passed away very suddenly. She was an inspiration to me not only as an author of my favorite gay romance series, but also as a human being. She treated her fans as friends, and shared her adventures and her wacky sense of humor with us. She was our Alpha and is our Spirit Alpha now. We miss you, Sandrine. This Night Kiss is for you.

  Author’s Note

  HONORIFICS ARE an important part of Korean culture and relate to whether the person being addressed is older or younger than the speaker. Koreans place a great deal of emphasis on respect for elders—parents, grandparents, etc. To drop honorifics without permission of the addressee is very disrespectful. Honorifics will change as the relationship between the speaker and the addressee changes, becoming more familiar to indicate a closer relationship as the two parties deem appropriate. Honorifics are also defined by the gender of the addressee. Familial relation names, such as aunt or uncle, will differ depending on whether the person is from the mother’s or the father’s side of the family in addition to age.

  The honorifics are hyung, nuna, oppa, unnie, and dongsaeng.

  “Oppa,” is used when a younger woman addresses an older man or an older brother. “Dongsaeng” is used to address anyone younger than the speaker. It is also used to address a younger brother while “hyung” is used for both an older brother and an older man by a younger man.

  While the use of given names is more frequent, these honorifics will be used when speaking. In a mixed group, it is possible to use the given name plus the appropriate honorific to identify which person the speaker is addressing.

  -a/-ya are often used to indicate a close relationship between speaker and addressee, and are not used until both feel comfortable doing so. These are not necessarily considered honorifics.

  http://www.worknplay.co.kr/index.php/article/titles-of-coworkers-people-and-family-in-korean/mod/article/act/showArticle/art_no/163

  Glossary of Terms

  KOREAN WORDS, PHRASES, AND DEFINITIONS

  Abeoji — Father, when talking to parent.

  Abeonim — Father, with honorific when talking to parent.

  Adeul — Son, when talking to child.

  Aish — Oy vey.

  Antifan — Someone who hates an idol so much that they will attempt to physically harm them.

  Bam Kiseu — Night Kiss.

  Bias — A favored member in a group.

  Boojangnim — Division Head, with honorific.

  Eomeoni — Mother.

  Eumak Nabi — Music Butterfly.

  Godaeui — Ancient one.

  Gomabseumnida — Thank you very much (more formal).

  Gomaweoyo — Thanks.

  Halmeoni — Grandmother.

  Huijang-nim — President, with honorific.

  Hwaiting — A form of encouragement used to cheer someone on, like “Let’s go!” or “You’ve got this!”

  Jal meokkesseumnida — I will eat well (said at the beginning of the meal).

  Janggyo-nim — Officer (formal).

  Joesonghaeyo — I am very sorry (more formal).

  Ihaehaesseo — I understand.

  Ments — Sections of concerts where the idols talk with fans at length.

  Mudangnim — Honorific form of address female Shinto Priestess.

  Nae Adeul — My son, when talking to child.

  Namdongsaeng — Younger brother.

  Oesamchon — Mother’s older brother.

  Pogseu Paieo — Fox-fire.

  Sajangnim — Boss.

  Sasaeng — Obsessive fan to the point of stalking behavior.

  Seonbae/Hubae — Coworker higher/lower, also used in terms of mentoring.

  Seonsaengnim — Teacher, with honorific.

  -ssi — A suffix used with the surname to address someone you do not personally know.

  Stan — A fan who actively follows a K-pop band or idol, often overzealous.

  VCRs — Short clips to full music videos used specifically for a concert as transitions.

  Yah — OMG.

  CHINESE WORDS AND PHRASES

  Bù kèqì — You’re welcome.

  Chāoguò yībăi gè lièkŏu — Over a hundred lacerations or so.

  Dàn wŏ bù zhīdào rúguŏ wŏ chénggōngle — But I don’t know if I succeeded.

  Duōchóushàngăn — Teddy bear, softie.

  Fēng Líng — Wind Spirit.

  Fùqīn — Father, when talking to parents.

  Géxiá — Literally “Beneath your pavilion.” Equivalent to “Excellency.” Used to address important people or to show respect.

  Gŭpén gŭzhé — Fractured pelvis.

  Húli jīng — Fox-Spirit.

  Jiānbăng suì liè — Shoulder blades are shattered.

  Jĭ gè chuígŭ bèi pòjiě — Couple of vertebrae are cracked.

  Lăodà niáng — Grandmother.

  Méiyŏu yīyuàn — No hospitals.

  Năi nai — Grandmother, father’s side.

  Nĭ bú xūyăo baochí — You do not have to remain (roughly).

  Qíngfù — Mistress.

  Qù nǎlǐ nǐ huì juédé ānquán hé shūshì — You may go where you feel comfortable (roughly); You will be safe and comfortable there (literally).

  Shi — Yes.

  Táozi — Peaches.

  Wŏ bù likāi wŏ de jiārén — I will not leave my family (literally).

  Wŏ de àirén — My love.

  Wŏ de érzi — My son.

  Wŏ de sūnzi — My grandson.

  Wŏ de xīn — My beloved.

  Wŏ hĕn bàoqiàn — I am very sorry.

  Wŏ míngbái — I understand.

  Wŏ shìguòle — I tried.

  Xiăo húdié — Little butterfly.

  Xièxiè �
�� Thank you.

  Xīn’ái — Beloved.

  Xuè huǒbàn — Blood partner.

  Yuănli tā — Stay away from him.

  Zhēn — Truly.

  JAPANESE WORDS AND PHRASES

  Baka — Idiot.

  Gomen nasai — Excuse me (after the fact), I’m sorry.

  Kitsune — Fox-Spirit.

  Okaa-sama — Mother, with honorific (very formal).

  Okasan — Mother, with honorific.

  Ritorukitto — Little kit.

  Saiai — Beloved.

  Segare — My son.

  Shitte iru — I know.

  Watashi no Kokoro — My love.

  Watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu — I love you.

  Yandere — A term for an anime character, usually female, who is romantically obsessed with someone, often to the point of violence, particularly against someone they perceive as a threat to their relationship with their crush. https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=yandere

  Jin-woo

  CHEONG JIN-WOO stared, shock freezing him in place. By the label on her shirt, the clipboard dangling from her hand, and the headset she wore, the woman had to be one of the stadium’s technicians. The soft little moans she emitted tightened his belly. Then Ki-tae opened his eyes, opened his silver eyes, and stared right back at him. He held the technician to his chest with one arm around her waist and his other hand cupping her chin, lifting it and holding her head at an angle. The perfect position for feeding. Those sinfully full pouty lips pulled back, fangs sliding slowly from her flesh, and Ki-tae smirked. Jin-woo ran.

  His long legs carried him quickly down the back halls of the stadium, but he got turned around and had no idea where he was going. The deeper he got into the bowels of the building, the more disoriented he became. Cement walls surrounded him. Cords and cables, crates, and trunks lined the hallways, blending one into the other. Finally Jin-woo had to stop. Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, he tried to catch his breath. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be. They didn’t exist. It wasn’t possible.

  “I’m the ‘stan’ of a Vampire.”

  “You interrupted my snack.”

  Ki-tae’s voice, like smooth milk chocolate, caressed his ear. Jin-woo whipped around, throwing himself off-balance. He stumbled backward, colliding with the wall in what appeared to be the delivery area of the stadium. There were large overhead doors to the right and bays where trucks could be backed in to unload. The ceiling rose high above his head, the beams bare and the lighting dim in the corners. Ki-tae continued to move closer.

  “I… I didn’t mean to,” he murmured, his breath catching as Ki-tae stalked toward him. Jin-woo didn’t know whether to be terrified or turned-on. His mind voted for terrified, but his body wholeheartedly voted for turned-on.

  “Yet you did,” Ki-tae said as he came to a stop in front of Jin-woo.

  Mere centimeters separated their bodies. Jin-woo could feel his heat. He pressed up against the wall, his body trembling, as Ki-tae leaned forward. If Ki-tae moved any closer, he was going to find out exactly how much Jin-woo liked his proximity. He whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes closed as he felt the soft brush of Ki-tae’s nose against his sensitive skin. Without realizing it, Jin-woo tilted his head, exposing more of his neck. He heard Ki-tae’s soft chuckle and then the gentle stroke of lips against his skin. The touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body, forcing a loud moan from between his lips. He’d never reacted that strongly to anyone before. Granted, it had been a while, but still, he shouldn’t react so powerfully to someone he’d just met, even if it was Ki-tae, even if he was the one idol Jin-woo adored above all others: the one he “stanned.”

  “You… smell… delicious,” Ki-tae murmured, bringing his hands to rest on either side of Jin-woo’s head. “And since you interrupted my meal, it is only right that you provide a replacement.”

  “I—” Jin-woo began.

  “It’s not going to hurt,” Ki-tae purred. “Trust me.”

  “Famous last words,” Jin-woo whimpered.

  Ki-tae

  KI-TAE CHUCKLED at his words, his breath puffing back in his face, bringing Jin-woo’s scent with it. Never had a human smelled so intoxicating before. He opened his mouth, allowing his fangs to descend, and sank them slowly into Jin-woo’s neck. The sweet rush of blood filled his mouth, and Jin-woo’s moans filled his ears. Energy flooded through him, along with the most intense pleasure Ki-tae had ever experienced. He pressed his body flush against Jin-woo’s, feeling the hard evidence of desire against his stomach, an answer to his own erection.

  Jin-woo gripped his shoulders with surprisingly strong hands, clutching at him. Ki-tae growled softly, pulling more of the sweet liquid into his mouth. He shifted his hips, rubbing their cocks together, the cloth of their pants an annoying barrier. Slipping one knee between Jin-woo’s thighs, Ki-tae parted them slowly. He brought his hands down and filled them with the rounded curves of Jin-woo’s ass, the muscles quivering in his hands. Ki-tae lifted him, settling more firmly between his thighs, and hooked Jin-woo’s legs over his hips.

  With each pull on Jin-woo’s neck, Ki-tae gave a slow thrust of his hips. He’d never experienced this much pleasure from feeding. He’d never encountered someone who smelled so damned good. The feel of Jin-woo trembling in his arms thrilled him, and he gripped tighter, causing Jin-woo to whimper. When he had his fill, Ki-tae withdrew his fangs. He licked the wound, sealing it with his saliva. He slowly worked his way up Jin-woo’s neck and along his jaw until he captured those lips in a searing kiss. Ki-tae thrust his tongue deep into Jin-woo’s mouth, tasting him once more. Though he no longer needed to feed, Ki-tae continued the movement of his hips, savoring the way Jin-woo eagerly moved with him.

  “That’s it,” he whispered against Jin-woo’s mouth. “Let go. Show me how good it feels. Let me hear you.”

  “Oh God,” Jin-woo cried out, clawing at Ki-tae’s back.

  “Such sounds you make.” Ki-tae purred again. “Such sweet, needy sounds.”

  “Ki-tae,” Jin-woo whimpered. His trembling increased, the movement of his hips erratic.

  “Cum for me,” Ki-tae whispered directly into his ear.

  Jin-woo screamed.

  Ki-tae was stunned. Jin-woo was so beautiful as he came, so stunning. Ki-tae’s gut clenched, and he followed, spilling in his pants as they pressed and rubbed together, panting. He leaned his head against Jin-woo’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. Ki-tae held him tightly. When he was finally able to breathe normally, Ki-tae lifted his head. Jin-woo’s eyes were closed, his breathing still irregular. He brushed Jin-woo’s hair back from his face, delighting in how silky and soft the black strands felt, how they curled around his fingers.

  “Such a delight to the senses,” Ki-tae murmured as he studied Jin-woo’s face. “Such a sweet taste, and so responsive to my touch. It’s a shame I have to leave you.”

  Ki-tae cupped Jin-woo’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his full bottom lip, his top lip a perfect bow shape but thinner than the bottom, such a kissable mouth. He lowered Jin-woo to the ground, gently unwrapping his legs from Ki-tae’s waist. He looked down and chuckled as he saw the dark stain on Jin-woo’s pants. “I’ve made a mess of you.”

  The sounds of 2NE1’s “Scream” filled the loading bay, and Ki-tae sighed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, slid the Answer button over, and held it to his ear.

  “Where in the world are you?” the stage manager, Seung-gi, demanded angrily.

  “I… needed a little snack,” Ki-tae said with a chuckle.

  Seung-gi murmured, “I told you we’d get you something on the way home. You risk too much eating at the venue.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m finished,” Ki-tae said, caressing Jin-woo’s face once more.

  “Please tell me there’s nothing for me to clean up,” Seung-gi said with a sigh.

  “No, but there is someone who needs to get home safely,” Ki-tae said. “I’m in the loading bay.
”

  Seung-gi arrived shortly after they hung up. It was as if he had a homing beacon for Ki-tae. On the one hand, such an ability could be very annoying. On the other, it had saved his life on several occasions. Ki-tae was sitting next to Jin-woo, the human’s head on his thigh as Seung-gi approached.

  “Please tell me he’s still—”

  “You know I don’t do that anymore,” Ki-tae admonished.

  “I know,” Seung-gi acknowledged. “Where does he need to go?”

  “25-9 Jongsan-dong Ilsandong-gu, Go-yang-si, Gyeonggi-do. Do you think you can get him home safely?” Ki-tae said after fishing Jin-woo’s wallet out of his pocket and opening it.

  “I’ll have Min-ho hyung take him,” Seung-gi said as he pulled out his phone. “You’d best get back. The others are looking for you.”

  “They’re always looking for me,” Ki-tae murmured as he gently shifted Jin-woo’s head from his thigh and rose to his feet. He took one last look at Cheong Jin-woo. Dark lashes fanned across his high cheekbones, softly curved and perfect for his face. He looked so sweet and innocent, an immediate draw for Ki-tae. His black hair was short on the sides and longer at the top, styled in slender spikes over his forehead. After a moment’s hesitation, Ki-tae brushed his bangs aside, kissed his forehead, and then walked away. It wouldn’t do to get infatuated with a human. Those relationships never seemed to work out. No relationship ever worked out for him. Absently Ki-tae licked his bottom lip and Jin-woo’s taste burst to life on his tongue. He stumbled and then caught himself. He would never forget that taste, never in a million years.

  Jin-woo

  JIN-WOO AWOKE to the feel of warm sunlight on his face. He smiled at the pleasant pull as he stretched each of his muscles. After throwing back the covers, Jin-woo got out of bed, only to freeze in his tracks. He looked down. Why was he still dressed? Thinking back, Jin-woo realized he didn’t remember coming home last night. He remembered the concert and the intermission, wandering around backstage as part of the University Media Club. He had learned a few new tricks from the cameramen that would help if and when they began filming their web series. After that, nothing. Jin-woo shifted and felt a pulling sensation at his groin. After lifting his shirt, he stared at the dark stain on his pants. He scrunched up his nose at the mess.