disconnected.

if it’s possible for his eyes to flash angrily when the kid shook his hand, they did. donghyun returned the firm hand shake, but probably in ten fold. it wasn’t his goal to completely squeeze his hand till the bones broke, but to keep the male in his spot (he still forgets sometimes how strong being a vampire is). his eyes widen in the slightest, keeping the other’s entranced in his as he continued using the lulling voice that kept so many listening to his words. “you say that now, but surely it’s because you haven’t tried.” the smirk that befalls his lips is enticing, and with the tilt of his head, he pulls the other back towards the casino’s entrance.

The glare intensifies and he flinches.

Is this how he’ll die? Because of his own stupidity? For trespassing onto vampire territory? He’s fully aware of what vampires are capable of. Their magic is strong, even if it’s purely charming and enticing unsuspecting humans. But they rely on blood for survival. Blood. The very that keeps him alive—the very thing that keeps him tied to the world of magic. The thought of having his blood sucked dry leaves him shaking in fear, or is it anticipation—never mind that, that’s not what’s important here. He’s faced with an obviously irritated vampire and they don’t look like they’re going to let him leave in peace. The grip on the strap of his case tightens.

Jeongmin is about to turn and leave, but the man’s voice keeps him in place. It numbs his body, prevents him from leaving. He can only blink, his body refuses to move. “I—“ There’s a tugging at his mind, a voice that whispers at the back of it. Submit. Submit to him. He shakes his head, freeing himself from the nagging desire to submit. Damn vampires and their vampiric powers. He’ll never understand how they work. The numbing feeling fades. He feels the control returning to his body.

He’s seen this man before, seen him play and sing to a crowd of people, only a few of whom stay until the end. Most times he moves on after only a few moments, leaving the audience to enjoy the show without him. There was no logic in his decision to stay. Maybe he was simply lost in the tune, that was what he told himself.

“Really?! Wow—that’s awesome!” He gives a bright and cheery laugh. An actual fan—this was a rarity. His face brightens, eyes practically sparkling at this point. No one has told him that, well, he’s gotten a comment here and there, but they’re mostly from girls obviously liking him for his face rather than his music. He’s happy, it makes his night.

Maybe for once he’ll sleep without a hitch, without his body rejecting the idea of sweet, undisturbed slumber.

Maybe it’s in her blood to wander– not her born blood, but the blood that slides through her veins now. She’s not one to stay stagnant both in ways of thought and physical being. While other’s may cherish the home and returning to stay in such a place. Joohyun isn’t the type. It’s not that she loves the night or the way the streets light up in such pretty colors, there simply is no other place for her to go– very few looking to befriend such a time bomb as she. 

It’s not something she minds, however and even ow she isn’t lonley as she strolls the streets, hands in the pockets of a useless jacket because she has no sense towards the cold, but it’s for purposes to blend in and mingle among the mortals. A small price to pay. 

It’s a sweet voice above the rest that catches her attention and she’s drifting in that direction before she even realizes it herself. A man is her finding and he’s sitting with a guitar and maybe she’s standing a little too long– until the very end and who knows how if it’s been an hour or just a mere few minutes, but she’s still standing and staring the moment he even looks up– an accident or not, catching his eyes and now she’s frozen for good– she’s caught. 

He’s on his last song—it’s late, there’s barely anyone around, only a couple of people standing around him and a couple. With a last note, the song is done and he lets out a sigh of relief. Jeongmin looks up briefly and catches the eyes of a girl and she freezes.

Odd, he’s never gotten a reaction like that. It wasn’t an awestruck look, neither was it one of admiration—it was pure shock, as if she were caught doing something she shouldn’t have been. Had she been doing something wrong? He cocks his head and rubs the nape of his neck, looking at the girl with curious eyes. The silence between the two is deafening and he’s unsure of what to do. So he does what he does best: chat people up.

mxjeongmin

Memories were overflowing once again, little details lost to the wind. Her head would be hurting so much right now, if she actually had one. Yuji knew it was about time for her to go visit that·person again to drop off her haul and free up space. It was basically a monthly tradition, give and take a few, after all, it was hard for her to call in ahead to plan a date.

Gently drifting near his residence, she quickly tucked her hair behind her ear and poked her head through the window, looking around. She frowned at the lack of a presence, situating herself on the floor. Was he not at home? She really hoped not, she had some things she just had·to remember this time around.

There’s a voice calling for him—Yuji he assumes, there’s no other ghost that would bother him at this time—and he pushes himself up from his desk. Rubbing his eyes as he shuffles out of his bedroom and into the living area. He smiles and waves at the ghost. “Oh, hey Yuji,” he greets, voice laced with sleep. He slowly shuffles into the kitchen of his small apartment. “When did you get here?”

Another yawn.

hmph. mages and their….mage-ness.

jeonghan was also well aware that it was a school night, and jeongmin probably had a point in not wanting to be here. but where was the fun in following rules of habit? jeonghan only smiled, and pulled at the case, attempting to wrangle it from the other male, and hand it off to the bartender for…safe-keeping. the fae was extremely familiar with most of the staff in the bars and clubs around the place for…ah, various reasons. “just let go, kid! i’m sure it won’t be that bad. just a drink, and i promise you can leave if you want to.” 

A whine escapes and he reaches for his guitar over the counter, but of course, he can’t reach it. Damn him and his short everything. “B-but, my baby—my job, the students! The students, Jeonghan!”

He pouts, crossing his arms and glares at the fae. There was no way out of his at this point, his guitar has been kept hostage and the other seems insistent on seeing Jeongmin fucked up in more than one way. At this point, he has no choice but to surrender to the other’s demands. If it’ll take him one drink for him to leave this hell hole, then one drink it is.

It isn’t often that Changmin gets to teach a private lesson - the classes he teaches are normally just basic self defense skills taught in a group over the course of a few weeks, but every so often he does get a pupil that wants to know more. However, after looking through the paperwork, Changmin doesn’t think this is someone he’s seen before and that piques his curiosity. There must be some amount of trust between instructor and student when it comes to teaching self defense, especially in a one - on - one lesson, and yet it seems like this person is unconcerned. 

What a waste of a perfectly good paycheck.