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“I’ll be with you in just a second!” he bellows a bit too loud, as he glances over his shoulder.

even this far from the urban center of seoul and in the brink of utter darkness ( his phone flashes back  that it is just shy of two in the morning when he checks for the seventh time in just as many minutes ), there are no stars in the night sky, but the interspersed flashes of lightning behind soft clouds unaccompanied by thunder has him in rapt attention at the skies.

he half stumbles, knocking into another solid human ( he thinks,anyway ) body, and the entire point of contact from left shoulder down towards the cleft of his collar burns with suppressed magic, fighting to lash back. it’s a group of men, intoxicated men, he observes once his vision clears enough through the haze. they give him little more than a cursory glance before they’ve started back up their raucous laughter in stride, arms thrown over one another to keep themselves upright, and his nose scrunches a bit in distaste before his gaze flickers towards the bright glass windows from where they’d stumbled from.

on his toes mingyu scans over aisles for any signs of life- debating if the response he heard was real or not. the faint scent of an herbal blend(and was that lavender?) wafts just beyond rows of chips just out of sight. he sighs before spotting a head of rather soft looking black hair facing the coolers, their breathing just barely audible under the drone of coolers. quickly kicking a red crate, he makes his way towards a sale. a red crate scrapes along the tile as he kicks it to assume nonchalance.  his ruse falls short however when he punts a bit too hard turning a corner and directing it towards the Unsuspecting Victim.

mingyu flings himself towards the glass case in attempt to block and instead trips over his own feet in the process. "So..milk eh?" he clears his throat, straightening out. quickly yanking the door open, eyes flickering through the plethora(ten bottles, max) of different sizes, flavors, brands, before plucking a flashy colored bottle from the center rack. he turns it over once, twice in his palm as if studying a rare specimen. 

"this one is our best seller but I think its mostly the rabbit? something about him I guess you can't say no to." he chuckles. 

@mingyust

It was two in the morning when Jeonghan realized he had been re-reading the same sentence over and over again. Really he should have realized that studying medications at ungodly hours was not- in fact- very efficient. The wolf groaned and shut the text book before him, turning to his coworker.

He liked Mingyu, the latter was interesting to say the least. They had been working together for the past few months after a series of robberies had left the owner no choice but to have two people there at all times. Not like the stingy bastard couldn’t afford it. At first Jeonghan had wondered what kind of weirdo always worked the night shifts as well. He found out that it was a vampire. Of corse. He felt as if this would be a set up to a bad twilight rip off porno.

Sidestepping around the wolf, he sighed removing imaginary sunglasses shielding his identity from imaginary paparazzi.

“First question, I hope not- although..” a pause, his brow furrowed, “that would be the way to go out..”

Plopping down of a crate in front of a newspaper rack, he continued.

“I haven’t tried about the sun and no I won’t- Try again later,” sneering, he gave the wolf a sharp jab to the ribs, “We can’t yiff now, what if someone sees?”

the radio clicked off.

“It’s called yiffing, right?” 

Working with Jeonghan was a blessing on its own. They were paired together solely to prevent robberies and because two people meant twice as much could get done. Their first month or so working together, the daytime normies reaped the fruits of their labor. A harmless conversation about the supernatural somehow however led to the vampire spilling the beans about being well, a vampire, and an endless flurry questions had been life since.

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“where the hell is he?” seolhyun almost crushed her phone in her hand as the pre-recorded voice on the other end droned on about how the number she had dialed is unavailabe at this time. of course it is. after the eighth failed call, she gave up completely, shoving the phone back in her purse. “five more minutes, then i’m going ahead without him.”

mingyu was almost ten minutes late to meet seolhyun in the crowded itaewon streets, and to say the young werewolf was growing impatient would have been a gross understatement. she had closed up the tattoo parlor early – failing to her tell her boss she was going to do so – sitting herself outside the shop door, exactly where the man had said he was going to meet her. and he had the nerve to be late. what a piece of shit.

people walked past seolhyun in large crowds, the usual weekend foot traffic already out in full swing. most were already drunk, in true itaewon nightlife fashion, the smell of alcohol siwmming through the air and enveloping seolhyun’s senses. it was hot, almost too hot to believe it was eleven o'clock at night, and the air was sticky. every drop of sweat that rolled across her skin felt like a punishment. she was beginning to regret agreeing to go out tonight.

 Mingyu spits in his best Non-Paid Spokesperson voice as he makes a stroke along his cheek a bit too long for the seventh time(at least). His bathroom is reminiscent of a high school locker room; reeking of permanent marker and drugstore body spray as most every surface is in a varying state of disarray. "How do you make it look so easy?" he whines, comparing the "starry" penwork along his cheekbone to a clipping of some foreign model half buried beneath a mountain of temporary tattoo sheets in the sink.  

He had what he fondly marked in his calendar as a "IT'S NOT A DATE" date with Seolhyun at exactly eleven o'clock somewhere in Itaewon this evening and it was with utmost importance that he looked the part. The last three or so hours has included trying most every piece of clothing he's allotted(and which has managed to survive) for the better half of two centuries to complete the "YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND, STOP IT" look for seol; as well as incorporating a personal touch of tasteful face stars, neck roses and a collage of miscellaneous designs scattered across his covered torso(for later).

He caps the marker in defeat, adjusting his bangs just right to cover a lopsided smudge shy of his left eye while taking in The Perfect Look. Something seems off though, and he's not sure what. "Eyeliner maybe?" It's not until the tv falls silent between commercials and the incessant buzzing on his bedside table echoes for the upteenth time tonight when it hits Mingyu. He was late. He was late and she was going to have his head.

~

He arrives at their meeting spot, twenty-two minutes late. Crowds upon crowds of club goers flood the sidewalk as Seolhyun was nowhere to be found. The overwhelming scent of booze mixed with perfume and subtle undertones of blood made his head spin. A pang of unease settles in his stomach as he's fishing his phone from his pocket. Passersby flash him looks of disgusted bewilderment as he dials her. Mingyu's met with the dial tone twice before angry, dead air giving him enough time to come up with an excuse more reasonable than 'I was trying to hotten myself up-if that's even possible, ha ha- and lost track of time.' "I- um. I left my clothes in the washer too long."

Smooth

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wolf#1“moving in”

wolf#2“Make it quiet and swift”

Wolf#1“I know what I’m doing get the fuck off my back”

wolf#3“Boys, stay on target. We can’t have boss-nim wait too long”

wolf#2“Yeah, boy, stay on target”

wolf#1“fuck off I’m flanking him, move in”

In a burst of energy, chaos and strangled yelps with a few hisses of keep your mouth shut’, the team leader sprays the Vampire with a good dose of Wolfsbane essence. The three figure in black then promptly tie up the body and drag him not-to-gently into the awaiting van around the corner.

Within fifteen minutes they are pulling into the garage of an empty looking warehouse. The headlights bounce off the walls before dying out. More scuffling, sounds of making haste and soon enough a bound and gagged vampire is set up nicely in a chair in a well-lit room. Th three men await patiently for the arrival of their Alpha while they keep a watch on the vampire, armed and dangerous.

The heavy dark doors swing open and Seungcheol walks in from behind the bound up figure. The three men greet him with a deep, elongated bow. A practice he didn’t encourage but oh well. It takes him just a few moments before his previously anticipating eyes turn dull.

Mingyu turns towards the calamity unfolding behind him and flashes a toothy grin in an attempt to make the best of what this was.

"Boss-nim? You said?" 

The vampire chuckles to himself, trying to conceal his eyes were absolutely searing from whatever it was the grunts sprayed him in the midst of their ambush. 

"So is this how companies recruit now?” he continues “because im honored but-"

Absolute hatred emanating from their glares bore into him, he could feel it. Now wasn’t a time for jokes.

From the moment he was snatched until his Great Reveal mere minutes prior, the vampire had been mentally analyzing everything that could have led him to this point. And unless this Alpha and his minions were part of a neighborhood watch finally busting him for feeding strays, nothing could have possibly led to this. Plus, how many other vampires could there be? Relaxing as best as he could, he focuses back to the front as everything sat in blurry wonder before him.

Was this permanent?

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