SUM QUOD ERIS

While there was a certain charm involved in stalking through the streets of Seoul while intoxicated, and he did have an awful lot of experience doing just that, Taemin was sober enough to realize that it might not have been one of his most thoughtful decisions to have those last few shots of vodka before he left. His footfalls were light on the asphalt beneath him as he sluggishly made his way through the innermost parts of the city, yet feeling no fear despite his disoriented and unarmed state. He did know that a fool may be tempted to attack him, what with the way he might appear to the common mortal as he stumbled on; as little more than a young boy, cheeks and eyes smeared with makeup and with clothes all but drowned in the scents of various expensive perfumes and fancy cocktails, wearing these signs of affluence and vulnerability with little concern.

But there was more to Taemin than any experienced criminal might recognize by just sizing him up as a potential victim, and even if they did decide to strike and approach what they could only possibly assume was an easy target, the fact that he could have any human attackers dead in the span of a few seconds was enough to warrant a sense of both arrogance and safety, and so Taemin waltzed on, nonchalant to the gazes of others.

It was first when he'd finally reached Gangnam that he paused in his sluggish walk, as his senses, though slightly dulled, picked up on the tantalizing sound of a heart racing and blood pumping through veins at a dizzying speed. A few seconds were spared to consider what kind of a man he had become to tap into his beastly side that easily, and indulging himself so gluttonously on just a drunken whim -- but after those few seconds of reflection had passed, the drunken whim won the battle of his self-restraint, so Taemin happily popped his fangs and slowly started off towards the sound of the nearby human. It was just around the bend of another corner when even through the pleasant haze of intoxication, he felt the familiar tugs of his flair for the dramatic, suddenly imagining himself jumping around the corner with a cape around his neck to hiss and reveal his fangs to a shrieking pedestrian-- and eventually he had to interrupt his predatory stalking to lean against a wall and drunkenly chuckle to himself. The chuckle soon turned into an all-out laugh that he barked out shamelessly into the silence of the night, his laughter only coming to a stop at the alarming sound of someone that wasn't his prey moving around nearby. Immediately, Taemin fell quiet, but a sharp smile remained on his lips as he eyed his surroundings almost warily, his possessive nature quickly catching up with him.

EDIT:

oH MY gOD tumblr fucked with the small font???

helloooo! i've updated taemin's plot page and added a few more open plotlines, but as always they're supposed to be more like little plot bunnies to look at and pet rather than plot arcs set in stone - but if you'd like to have a peek at them, here they are.

and unfortunately i've fallen sick and now find it a bit difficult to stare at screens for too long while my fever is high, so i'd like to humbly ask my writing partners to be a bit more patient with replies/starters for a while while i try not to whine like a baby about my headache. much obliged, thank you! and for those of you not plotting with me, the ask box is always, always, always open, so go have a hula party in there or something, as i'm pretty much guaranteed to join in, sick or not. 

enough time had passed since his last feeding for taemin's concentration to continuously escape the firm grasp he usually held it in. it was the third time that night he had become distracted by someone's heart racing as they walked past him where he stood outside the club, and typically, he was entirely too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the condition of nearby humans, but it seemed his body had other things in mind for the night ahead.

and as always, along with his creeping thirst came a particular buzz that he could not decide if he favored or not. his need was not clawing at his throat just yet, nor was it insignificant enough to be completely ignored - as it instead manifested in the form of long looks and an undercurrent of excitement, slithering through his dead veins and adding a predatory edge to every second he held someone's gaze.