among the party lights illuminating the place with every beat, hyunmin wondered. was this how god felt when he created the world in seven days? because hyunmin, too, saw everything he had made and, behold, it was very good. the warehouse was filled to the brim, in fact he was sure not one further being, immortal or not, could fit. everywhere his gaze went, two eyes behind extravagantly crafted masks looked back at him. no one was walking with empty hands, either glasses of blood wine or champagne were their company or the most high class designer drugs. better, louder, harder. a promise well kept. now, it didn't take much for him to make out ahin in this crowd due to a variety of reasons. the main one being her sending him a picture of her outfit and mask before she had arrived at the location. maybe not the fairest thing to do considering it was a masquerade ball but after all everything was allowed in love and war. this was a bit of both. the second helping hand was her perfume. it was all he needed as confirmation when he spotted the familiar outfit and mask in the crowd, accompanied by people he probably couldn't care less about. he quickly found himself behind her, bodies pressed together. "come with me. now," he mumbled in her ear, words only meant for her. without giving her much time to deliberate her choice of actions he grabbed her hand, setting both of them off on a path only he would know. a little room in the back, stacked to the ceiling with cardboard boxes full of champagne, away from the eyes of the public. just how they liked it. private enough to indulge in the dance of their bodies, yet with the knowledge of danger at their fingertips. "hope you like the party, doll," he said with a smirk on his lips. one hand pulling the mask off of his face while the other wrapped around ahin's waist to pull her closer, not allowing any distance between them as he leaned in for a heated kiss. / / @brahins & @ahyoungbr

how in the world hyun managed to come home was beyond him. he was sure he had dismissed at least one stop sign, two red lights and got caught by a speed camera but the need to be home was so overwhelming that he couldn't be bothered. the blood on his hands smeared the steering wheel and the rearview mirror as he adjusted it with shaky hands, so out of it he forgot to put on his seatbelt. in the wonkiest way possible he parked his car in the driveway and forgot to lock it. not like it was easily accessible behind the high fences and surveillance of his property but the mere fact of his absendmindedness was worrying enough. it took him three attempts to finally aim for the lock with his key and two more to type in the proper digits into the keypad inside, one more failed try and the police would have shown up within minutes. lucky him. the events of the past hour bolted through his head as mere moments, fragment of a scene instead of a coherent incident. him in seungjae's apartment, snarky comments and anger. so much anger. on the edge of rage. then the jump, flesh and blood. all the blood. different than anything he had tasted before, coated in hatred, rejection and fury. the sheer violence of it all had hyun out of it. yet he failed to actually show the inner turmoil with anything else than oddly shaky hands. he tossed his keys in the direction of the small, sleek table in the entrance hall and missed. not bothered about picking them up, he made his way to the living room with the heaviest steps and walked into a surprise. after the mess of her birthday, hyun hadn't expected ahin to be here. she had keys to the manor and could come and go as she pleased and hyun thought that wouldn't be the case for a bit longer. he didn't feel annoyance over her presence or irritation or anything negative for that matter. instead, the sight of her on his couch soothed him. as much as it possibly could in his state. he looked down at himself, the previously white shirt underneath his jacket now stained red. he lifted his hands slightly, spread his fingers and examinated them as if he was only now coming to a sudden realization. his arms fell to his sides again. "i'm home," he said expressionless, not knowing the blood around his mouth could give the joker a run for his money. / / @brahins 

maybe this, exactly this fracture of a moment, a glimpse into a simple life, was actual pure bliss. ahin was one of the few people to ever see him like this, maybe even the only one at this point. hyunmin in a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants was a casual sight to behold, a cryptid many could only speculate about. it was reserved for cozy times spend with his beloved, both of them laid out on the generous couch, the youngest song curled up on top of him like a kitten, as always. the massive tv was showing a movie she had picked out, hyun only being able to follow half of the plot. after the seemingly endless day, drowsiness started to get the best of him. after ahin had spent the first hours of her birthday with her family, their afternoon had been kicked off with a little flight down to busan for the mere purpose of being able to have a calm dinner by the seaside. far away from the curious eyes of hwangs, songs, baes, chas and whoever the fuck felt the need to interfere with their business. no expense was spared and it was all worth it when a stunning looking ahin gifted him the brightest smile upon seeing the romantic dinner table set up by the beach, roses and candles included. now, after the flight back to seoul, they found themselves cozily nestled together, the movie mercilessly continuing its storyline. a pile of opened presents was stacked on the dinner table in the dining room next door, their worth probably enough to comfortably feed a family of four for a handful of years. his fingers were slowly combing through her long, silky hair, brushing strands out of her face. her breath was so constant and gentle, he wondered if she had fallen asleep. "do you want anything, babe?" he asked quietly, the wine bottle on the couch table had found its quick demise and he wouldn't mind popping another one open for the occasion. / / @brahins

in a galaxy far, far away, roughly two years ago . . . an absolutely shit-eating grin found its way on his face as he sloppily stumbled through the remnants of what he so humbly called the party of the century. and that's what it always was, over and over again, upon every return to his hometown. he eagerly made sure f. scott fitzgerald turned in his grave over the fact of not having hyun as his personal, enchanting muse for the great gatsby. bigger, better, harder - everytime he managed to outdo himself, surpass the future version of im hyunmin with an upgraded one. louder music, more thrilling drugs, curvier women, thirstier vampires. he didn't discrimiante, humans that could keep up with the merciless pace of the supernatural beings were gladly invited, blood bags often saw their biggest paychecks of the year at his events. this time was no different. sometimes he rented out an entire club, other times he transformed his own mansion into the place to be that night. he frequented his nearby apartment more often anyway, trashing the house every once in a while just to wake up to its impeccable state was a sacrifice he brought happily. the mess had taken on a dramatic scale, reached worrying levels even. he walked by empty tiny plastic cans of pills and kicked aside oceans of cups. wondering how the cleaning staff that was about to arrive would get the unhealthy amount of blood and sticky alcohol out of his carpets hyunmin came to a halt when he came to the realization that he wasn't alone despite calling it a night for him and everyone else invited. his eyes fell on the elegant frame of song ahin, a figure he was more than familiar by now, at the night of the eventful night. following the endless pleas of his beloved jinri, he had issued an extended invitation to the three song sisters through his niece. her ecstatic state about this chain of events had been pleasure enough for him, it's all he was aiming for. he couldn't have possibily guessed the vastly different outcome of things when jinri had walked up to him, arms linked with a fairy she introduced to him as song ahin. maybe it was the way she carried herself at her age or the fact she wasn't afraid of addressing him directly and bluntly or maybe it was how he caught her glance every now and then when she was winding her body to the sound of the music. probably all three combined. but whether it was intentional or not, hyun found his eyes wander off through the crowd only to came to a halt on song ahin. and whenever that happened, her eyes were also resting on him. they didn't have much time to talk. or any at all, as a matter of fact. for whatever reason, jinri was glued to the youngest song and hyun was a highly requested figure at his own party. sometimes he forgot to nip on his own drink in between rotating conversations with people, which caused him to always successfully one shot his full cups under excited cheers from his guests. so, to say that her sudden appearance in the large door frame of his mercilessly trashed living room was more than a surprise. he looked around, curious if maybe her ride was still here as well which caused her extended stay. even the bartenders and the dj were gone, the quiet state of the house was almost eery. a few moments of silence remained between them when hyun cleared his throat, only now feeling how sore it was after all the drinking, cheering and singing. oh, and the drugs. "little miss song, can i help you?" he asked, voice deeper than usual. / / @brahins

it was all so common and yet deeply unsettling. hyunmin had went through this a thousand times. came back, had ahin come to his place and they lost themselves in each other over and over again. and yet he still managed to get excited. not exactly nervous but giddy. in a good way. the mere thought of her arrival was enough. the impending collapse of their bodies, the fire and the flood between them. a heated love plot buried underneath secrets. maybe the secrecy was part of why excitement always managed to get the best of him. the thrill of feeling like it was forbidden, a secret oblivious to the world surely fueled the desire to hold ahin in his hands again. they had their ritual. dinner at hyunmin's, usually. she brought her necessities, usually no clothing. for one, they would be naked most of the time anyway. secondly, he showered her with gifts from europe that ranged from expensive clothing over most exquisite accessories to sweet country specific souvenirs, all carefully handpicked by himself. he always let one of his chauffeurs pick her up. my princess doesn't walk was a sentence frequently texted before he send instructions to his driver for a time and place. after the horizontal dance of their bodies even tired two fully grown vampires out, they would order food, stuff themselves and sooner or later end up in bed again. it was perfect, it was bliss and hyun wouldn't trade it for the world. finally, a knock on the door and hyunmin nearly leaped. he rushed out of the living room, sliding down the hallway and almost stumbled over his shoes he had left by the entrance. with a swift motion the door was opened and there was no time to lose. he pulled ahin inside right away, her small frame getting lost in his arms as he embraced her for a kiss. her perfume felt heavy in the air and he absolutely loved it, the familiar scent easing his mind. reluctantly he pulled back to give ahin a second to breathe. "hello, baby doll", he finally greeted her properly, his hands not leaving her body. "i missed you." / / @brahins​