Timeless

Once YeJun started, the hybrid had a hard time keeping his mouth shut. It often lead him into awkward situations much like this one where he either had to physically run away or proverbially shove his foot further into his mouth. He didn’t want to hate this unknown library worker, but that feeling still lingered in his heart and ran through his veins It was clear from the way the man wouldn’t stop apologizing. Seriously, if YeJun heard another apology he was going to explode in the middle of the library. He bit on the inside of his cheek to force himself to stay quiet instead of bursting out into some angry sentiment he didn’t truly mean. Blue eyes stayed locked onto the man’s form warily keeping watch for any sudden movements towards him. “Name,” he barked out loudly, eyes widening at the volume. He tried again much softer, “I want to know your name.” Maybe if he tried looking at the differences rather than the similarities  he could change his mind. Maybe. YeJun wasn’t holding out much hope for that. 

“Suho.” he states almost immediately, taken a little aback by the initial volume of the — request? He wasn’t quite sure, and after a second thought, he considered having given the man his real name; but he hardly gave that to anyone, unless they truly needed it. It made looking his name up anywhere a bit more difficult — even if he believed there wasn’t much information on him to begin with, nor anything bad, but he at least wanted to keep his identity as a vampire discreet to the public. Especially in his work place. But...perhaps that would have helped ease — no, no, that sounded like a bad idea in the making. Suho had already convinced himself that he’d cause more alarm if he were to expose himself as a vampire. Often times, that didn’t necessarily bring comfort to many. So perhaps...he could give the other what information he could.

“Suho is my chosen name. Kim Junsu is my legal name, if you needed that. Is there anything else you’d want to know?” the question is sincere, spoken a little more softly; by now he’s disarmed his initial irritation, assuming that the other was just...curious, perhaps.

Jae-eun didn’t have the energy to be truly angry. Instead he just felt, defeated and tired more than anything. Keeping everyone away was draining, but it was the only way he knew to keep his heart safe. “What do you know about my past? When you have an infinite future the past doesn’t really matter does it?” Memories of what his life once was flashed across his mind dredging up all the feelings he tried so hard to bury, the alcohol slowing his resistance to them and breaking down his carefully constructed walls. “When you’re human, sometimes the past is all you have. My pain and memories, the bitterness and guilt from their death’s. It’s all that’s left of my family. So if it’s all the same to you I’m going to hold on to the past as tightly as I can. If it controls me or whatever then so be it.”

SENTENCE STARTERS | SPIDERMAN ( PS4 )

feel free to change pronouns if needed ! ____ signifies a place where you can insert a name.

Was something wrong with YeJun? The hybrid had nearly shouted at the poor library worker simply because he reminded him of someone that YeJun hoped to never see again. The proper response would be to apologize for the silly outburst and move on, but that small fearful part of the hybrid’s brain wouldn’t let go of his original snap judgement. His body stood hunched inward which felt highly uncomfortable to the normally proper postured dancer. The rationalization he came up this time was the smaller his made his long, thin frame the less likely he appeared as a target.  “You could have had me fooled with the way you kept appearing up on the same isle. This isn’t the first day you’ve done this while I was here, what else was I suppose to assume?” YeJun flat out lied. If he had seen this lookalike he wouldn’t have another foot back into the library. 

There was something about the other’s response that both rubbed him the wrong way and concerned him — and in technicality, he was in no place nor position to argue with someone, either. The archives didn’t need a dent in an already positive and large reputation because one of the staff couldn’t control their tongue. At the least, he didn’t want it to be himself. Years upon years that he had lived had simultaneously built a strong patience, but a weakened one all at the same time. “Again, my sincerest apologies.” he starts again, stepping back a little bit as if stepping down, not wanting to provoke the situation further. But perhaps, that might be inevitable.  “I’m merely trying to do my work, most of which seems to be stationed here today—” he pauses for a moment, trying to offer the slightest hint of a smile, even if it wasn’t quite genuine at first. It was then that he at least attempted to remember if he had seen the other before; but such a thing was useless, given the volume of people that came in and out of the library on a daily basis. “However, I don’t mean to upset you or cause alarm...so, what may I do to help you?”

“I feel like they have a much harder life then either side.  Human or vampire.  they live in two world in many cases neither wants them.”   he muttered thinking about it.  “There are vampires who hunt them for sport”  he sighed hating that any one would be hunted for sport.  He found it cruel, but then there were vampires that hunted human for sport. at least in that sense it was for food. 

“I may be old, but I’m not old fashioned in the sense of believing in the nonsense of them not belonging. Especially for not being true vampires. And I’ve never been very fond of vampires that have a habit of hunting human and hybrid alike solely for sport, the ones that flaunt their kills like trophies. It seems excessive to me.” he huffs softly. Perhaps he had stronger feelings on the subject than he lead on — stronger feelings that he hadn’t quite realized himself until now. “But the same goes for humans, as well. It’s all a cruel nature, I suppose.”

Haneul looked at Suho for a bit.  he didn’t know the vampire well but he knew him by name and had seen him a few times.  He smiled at the other as they sat there.  “Hmm do you ever wonder what life is like for Hybrids?”  He asked suddenly.  It was a question that had been on his mind a lot lately.  Hybrids had a foot in both world but some were hunted for existing.  Many killed their own mothers something that he felt would cause a great guilt in their lives.  

@suhobb

Suho pauses at first, looking elsewhere as he thinks. It’s only after a moment that he finally speaks up, turning his attention fully to Haneul. 

“Absolutely. I know the difficulties that our kind has had to deal with, but I can only imagine what life could be like for a hybrid. Especially considering all of the controversies that lie on multiple sides...if we’re being completely honest, I worry, at times.”  He shakes his head a little, before turning the question back over to the other. “What about you, though? What are your thoughts?”

@suhobb

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Somewhere in the back of YeJun’s mind he knew his actions were ridiculous. It had been years since his “incident” with the Korean ballet company, and this librarian was most definitely not the asshole who ruined the hybrid’s career as a professional dancer. Yet, the uncanny resemblance between him and this stranger had YeJun avoiding someone despite his better judgement. Just being near those familiar eyes had his skin crawling and feet moving deeper into the bookshelves. 

The hybrid came to a stop somewhere towards the back of the library. As far as he could tell, the stranger had taken a turn somewhere a few rows back, so he was safe to catch his breath with a hand over his heart to calm the racing organ. The quiet enveloped him into a false sense of security as the hybrid peaked around the corner to check for the librarian. A loud yelp emitted from his lips as his blue colored eyes met a pair staring right back at him. YeJun had been spotted and no amount of running or hiding would help him this time. He stood frozen with shock unable to flee or fight, so he opened his uncontrollable mouth instead. “Quit following me!’ 

Contrary to the way some believed, there was never really a dull moment at the library. Suho was constantly intrigued by the mix of personalities he ran into day to day, and he knew he shouldn’t be surprised, but he couldn’t help how startled he was at the sound that broke the otherwise silent air among the towering shelves, or the words that followed as he immediately stopped in his tracks. He had realized how often he had seen the other standing in front of him that day, catching glimpses of him as he went about his usual tasks of re-shelving and collecting books on hold. But it was only now with how startled the other looked that he realized that perhaps he wasn’t watching himself closely enough, too caught up in his own mind and his own way of things.

And the sound that left the other had caused Suho to stop dead in his tracks, startled himself as he pulled the books in his hands close to his chest as if they would protect him. It took him a moment to register the situation with all the confusion, though in all honesty he was extremely unsure of what the matter exactly was. He relaxed his shoulders, trying to put on a gentle smile as if it might help the odd tension that cut through the normally silent and calm air of the library. “My apologies if I startled you, but I promise I’m not intentionally following you.” He had to pause for another small moment, unsure of how to continue his apology for a moment — he realized how odd it was to try and make himself sound not out of place, or slightly awkward. “I’m just re-shelving books...but are you alright? Is something wrong..?”

@heovenus-bb

Time became an oddity at some point in life — years seemed to sweep by quickly, days raced past, and faces came and went. Much like the years and days, people and faces blurred together, with only a few remaining recognizable; familiar features and forms that flickered in his memories often, triggered by the simplest of things. A sight, a sound, a scent — and sometimes they were thoughts that warmed the heart, a feeling of content with life, while others slowly brought about a lingering feeling of melancholy. By no means did junsu see himself as superior just for what he was, and often times, he could look back at his life with some regrets; times that he wished would return, connections that no matter how strong had been lost, ones that left a quiet ache that made itself present and vibrant now and again.

And for some, he thought all was lost — but he knew better than to think that way, especially for his own kind; but nonetheless, a wave of memories and emotion, a storm of thoughts from a long time passed would inevitably crash into him, almost panicked by the sight of a face that once he had looked over, almost like a father, before time took its toll and split him from a promise he had meant to keep, but one that now had gone long unattended to.

“Venus..?”

Seoul National Archives was a place visited, and in some cases, frequented, by many; humans, hybrids, and vampires alike. It was a safe haven for some, a place to hide within the mass of information and knowledge — but perhaps he was being foolish to think of such a public space in such light. 

There were so many faces that came and went with each day that passed, Junsu felt as if he always saw someone new, someone he had never seen before; even if there were some regulars here and there that he could recognize, and perhaps put a name to, as well. But to his dismay, it was impossible to truly know everyone and anyone that stepped into the expansive building — he’d given up on trying, really, content with seeing people go about their daily lives, some seeming to live in their own little worlds. And he could appreciate that, silently watching and going about things in his own little world as he went about his day-to-day responsibilities.  

It was peaceful, comforting — normal. 

But perhaps Junsu had found a little too much comfort in his work space, enough so where he had himself fairly well convinced that something was off in the atmosphere. He couldn’t put his finger on it, glancing around from time to time, pausing in-between shelving different titles to listen, to see if he could pick anything out that seemed odd to him (but really, what could he begin to consider odd?) 

He moved a little more slowly, taking additional time to ensure items were put back in their respective places; it wasn’t abnormal of him to do so, even though he was typically rather quick and accurate with his tasks. And maybe he was being unnecessarily watchful, too observant, but he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

And perhaps he was being additionally paranoid when he had himself eventually convinced that he had caught the eyes of someone looking in his direction more than once; was it a steady gaze directed towards him? no, no, you’re being ridiculous, no one has interest in you here. Junsu tried to convince himself that he was making things up...but that was hard to do when he felt that he kept catching the same pair of alluring eyes...