#atinystar

- Jeong Yunho

It was dark now, and there was music playing a block away. Danny bid it no mind as he continued rummaging through the dumpster. He had never seen time covered in chocolate before .  .  . It was smaller than expected. Danny held up the small bag of miniature doughnuts, finally putting them in his coat pocket.

The music changed tune.

Doors and windows closed, and deadbolts were put into place. There was a laugh. Then a cry and a scream before there was calm. Dead calm.

The music had stopped.

Unfortunately that also meant the calm had as well, as there was now a person in the dumpster beside him. "Get your own garbage! This is mine!" Danny said, quite aware that the music had began again as he pulled the plastic top down, crouching in the putrescence with the other. The air was starting to take on warm, rotting undertones that Danny ignored. "You can't have it." Danny muttered, holding something close to his chest. It was hard to say exactly what it was.

Hana officially has no idea what that is ♡ @atinystar

Loud music vibrated the walls of the building, colorful lights illuminated the slim silhouette on stage, and cat calls could be heard from all the way outside of the club. What a busy night. Jiayi had dozens of dollar bills secured in her tiny G-string, and in the straps of her top that barley covered her breasts. The petite woman was just finishing up with her performance of the night, but the cheers and whistles kept her on stage longer than she had anticipated. "Sorry, I gotta go. I'm off." She mouthed to the hungry crowd. Jiayi rushed off stage to the back and grabbed her phone to text Woojin.  text message: ‘Hey babe. I texted u the address earlier, be here at 9:30 and meet me in room 5 in the back. I guest listed u so just tell the bouncer ur name and he'll let u in. see u soon. ♡ ‘ Sent. 9:30 honestly wasn’t that far away, and the club was relatively close to where Woojin was at. Plush lips pursed at the thought of having him come to the strip club. It was the first time she had ever told a man where she worked. Most guys are psychotic and obsessive.. but not Woojin. She trusted him. She could only hope that it wouldn’t bite her in the ass later. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" She muttered to herself while scrambling to the bar to make drinks for the both of them. Petite digits cusped the chilled glasses and she carefully made her way to room 5. Drinks were placed on a table in the private room, silk curtains were closed for privacy, and the lights dim to set the mood. Jiayi moved to sit on the large red couch that accented the room, reaching to sip from the toxic liquid, other hand busy checking her phone. Some time had passed by before the curtains suddenly opened in her peripheral vision, and her doe-like eyes shifted to meet those of Woojin's looking back at her. "Hey there." She mused, glass pressed against her cardinal colored lips.

a new beginning , @atinystar​​ ( to any )

          ❛ I've been .. craving blood lately. ❜ Blood in itself wasn't unusual , but the fact he had begun to need it more and more was becoming concerning. He had always been thankful for his human side , but now it seemed his body was losing itself to the vampire blood in his veins. ❛ It's .. a bit scary. ❜

“I’m hungry-” Beomsoo grumbles as he kicks gravel with the toe of his boot, surly and bored as he rests in the dark alley behind one of the many clubs owned by the syndicate that owns him. Tonight was one of the more boring nights. No buffet, no bones to break. He’s benched, bored and has irritatingly low blood sugar. 

With the neon lights of the party strip not far away, giving the whole area a faint, buzzing glow, Beomsoo glances around as one of the metal doors swings open and for a brief moment fills the quiet alley with the sound of girlish giggles, chatting and music, before it’s clanging shut and a body hurries away. Seeing as he’s here, that gives him an idea. So, flicking away his cigarette Beomsoo heads inside, letting the door clang closed behind him his heavy lidded eyes gaze around the busy corridors as half naked women hurry around and the place smells musty with perfume and essential oils. Girls just as owned as he is, just their function is slightly different.  

“So you’re telling me… you are crashing onto my table because you felt sorry for me for eating alone?” Shin Jaejin raised his brow at the complete stranger that had intruded his private space much to his surprise. “You believed that I had been stood up by my date?” Which is the truth without doubt but he never thought he would be consoled this way. “Are you not… ashamed?” Now he asked a bit scandalously.