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SPLASH RAIN, do not edit

He leaned back against the couch when the eldest returned, grinning happily at the sight and smell of popcorn. Ah, yes, free food. He reached for it immediately, pouting at the pointed look sent his way in regards to the remote. “I’m just here for the food, literally couldn’t care if you even put cheap foreign films on at this point.”

He shoved a few kernels in his mouth and sighed in delight, leaning his head on Yeri’s shoulder as he chewed thoughfully. “Who knows, Choa noona might cry if you put on a romantic comedy. Seems like she would.” He grinned playfully at his eldest sister and winked, nudging her arm with his elbow. “Would you, noona?”

the eldest merely rolled his eyes at the thought of choa crying -- as if. nevertheless, he did go into the romantic comedy genre, out of curiosity, and began sifting through the movies there, waiting for a reaction from his younger siblings while pulling a straight face. granted, he was actually in the mood for horror, or maybe some r-rated movies -- pirate movies, to be specific -- but it was always fun to bait his siblings into trying to wrestle the remote from him.

jeonghan was the original remote hoe, after all.

to say that junior was being a little extra was an understatement – right now, the faery wasn’t taking its usual form. instead, it was shorter, had long, brown locks, and was bustier – a female, by human standards.

more specifically, moon hyuna, vampiress extraordinaire, queen and owner of the duchess, and ‘mother’ to junior park. (mother being an ironic term as the fae was older than the vampire by a good 100+ years).

appearance aside, the fae make its way to its visage’s work place, sunglasses on its face, completely ignoring the fact that the sun had set. outside at the establishment and once asked for identification, the fae lifted up its sunglasses and responded with a sharp “my face is my identification. next.” and walked in. (‘that should keep him off my ass for now’) 

once he entering the the back of the show house, the fae’s appearance began to morph back into its most commonly seen one, except with a few differences – his usually messy black locks were combed and jelled properly in a pompadour-esque manner and his clothes? instead of sporting a brightly colored pull over, he wore a leather jacket over a black t-shirt and black tight fitting jeans. ‘all black. appropriate? not really. fashionable? most of the time’, the fae said to himself and made his way down the familiar halls of the establishment, making one left and two rights before turning and knocking on the door in front of him seven times, smirking.

maybe it was just the years of experience.

then again, jeonghan had only recently started taking his clothes off for money. who knew that doing something that humans thought sinful would provide profit? then again -- jeonghan wasn’t really surprised. these little mortals did quite a lot of things for money, so much so that money should be a sin itself. and sin, actually, was what was going to be stuck in his underwear soon -- if he could figure out how to wear said garment.

“i don’t.” she answered frankly and almost instantly. “i don’t have time for that. i mean whoeven are you, and why should i bother?” she snorted, eyes still looking directly into his. her gaze never really left him throughout. oh god he knew. okay. fuck. just act cool byul. she coughed. “who are you calling child? i am not a child. for fuck’s sakes. i’m already 222.” she instinctively leaned back, taking a few steps backwards.

these young whipper-snappers should really learn respect.

“you’re right! you’re not a child -- you’re an infant!” laughed the faery prince, smile as warm as the lights that shone brighter, that burned brightly in the night without any need for the sun. it was all, of course, an illusion, but magic was just about as real as the two of the were. to believe otherwise was foolish, misguided -- and everyone should have at least heard how much the fae loved the whole misguiding business (in general). 

haejin compared faeries to red wine; they were best consumed after aging intensified their magic.

he scrubs his hands raw with antibacterial soap and tugs on a fresh pair of surgical gloves. the familiar snap of latex against flesh is comforting. after sanitation comes the final ritual; unscrewing the cap of a small vial of blood kept fresh in an industrial cooler. he performed better while intoxicated – poisoned – on the euphoric pain of vampire blood.

faefolk were fickle things, so all precautionary measures were taken. hours ago, jeonghan fell prey to a drink drugged with pinches of illegal powder bartered from a desperate mage. now he was firmly secured to a dissection table. small iron bands held his wrists, ankles, above and below kneecaps, waist, and head in place to restrict movement. the wings? splayed out and pinned to the table for examination. and the iv poking through the poor creature’s veins dripped diluted iron into his system every hour, although haejin took note that purges would be necessary to keep toxicity levels low.

his beautiful, beautiful test subject stirred.

his head swam -- and not in a good way. jeonghan’s stomach felt like it had been turned inside out and ran along a bed of nails before being turned outside-in, all the sharp bits clinging to his insides. the more he regained consciousness the more he wished he hadn’t. it was instinct to try and look around; jeonghan, instead, deprived himself of the external sensations, and instead attempted to keep his head straight by closing his eyes.

there were many things, he soon realised, that were wrong with him. having his wings pinned down felt like the most absolute agony; an attempt to free himself from the restraints that held him down only resulted in a burning sensation that -- oh. oh, god, he was going to be sick --

and when bile rose up his throat, there was no reflex that was quick enough to prevent it from spilling out of his mouth; it tasted of blood, underneath the acrid taste that lingered on his tongue as it streamed down his chin and dripped upon the floor. (his own body, he supposed, trying to get the poison out of his system.) the smell nauseated him further, kept his eyes closed just a little bit longer. he didn’t speak yet, and only coughed out the remaining liquid. only when it was over did he choose to answer:

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.

the thing about accepting food and drink from fae is that one definitely should not. and jeonghan enchanted it so that jeongmin would want to have more of the same.

his hoisted himself up with the help of jeonghan, then stood on wobbly knees. every few moments, they clacked together as they got used to holding his weight. “this isn’t even my body,” he grumbled, “I estimated what the average human male looks like. i think i made my legs too long, but i can’t be bothered right now.”

he raised his eyebrows at the faerie.

the unsaid joke made jeonghan laugh; even more so at the statement, and the merfolk’s awkward movements. it probably shouldn’t. and jeonghan should really, really be more mature about this. but he was fae through and through, and no amount of cynicism would prevent him from wanting to have fun.

“oh, please. you look fine!” to put emphasis on this, he gave the man’s shoulder a light shove, just to test his balance. “and it doesn’t matter! years are just numbers, i’m sure you know. how old am i now...six hundred? four-twenty? who knows, really. just -- come, follow me, we’ll get pants for you.” 

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

She waited a total of three seconds before pushing the top of the giant gift box and jumping up to greet the love of her life. The balloons she had been sitting with all flew out of the box and up into the ceiling. 

maybe if i just leave him be and walk faster, he’ll leave me alone? before she could even try to escape from this annoying piece of shit, he spoke once again. and there goes his laugh again, and she could only roll her eyes in response. “what do you want?” she asked. it was pretty evident that she wasn’t liking whatever he is doing with her tone. her eyes followed the source of the voice, and once she finally saw him for the first time as soon as she turned around, her eyes narrowed at him. how dare he smile like that– he was obviously toying her, and byul did not liked it. 

           “I’m so .. I want to shoot you. I really do.” She replies in a monotone voice, rubbing at her forehead. “I’ll show you chill, I will ice you out of my life for good, shithead. I can’t believe you drugged your drink, who does that? Who offers it to someone? Not a sane person.”