#feysungha

— a starter for @feysungha !

[ trigger warnings: intoxication, vomiting ]

sebin has never been so tired before. his head feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton and it’s throbbing madly, the world spinning every time he closes his eyes. sungha’s hand is clamped like a vice grip around his wrist and he stumbles along after the other, feeling absolutely sick to his stomach. he can’t seem to keep his feet falling in the places that he wants them to go, and he stumbles over every other step. but sungha is dragging him along relentlessly, anger rolling off of him in waves, and sebin can’t understand why. 

he doesn’t even know why he’s feeling this way, so completely unable to control himself, nausea building in him and pain throbbing through his head. “pl... please,” he manages through lips that feel like they’re numb, stumbling over another step, and he coughs weakly. 

@feysungha

     Areum wasn’t usually one who even cared to help others unless it somehow benefited her in some way. She also never worked with others either because she preferred doing things on her own because she absolutely hated when someone got in the way, or even happened to screw things up for her which then would really piss her off in the end. Though for once in her life, Areum actually had taken sort of a ‘liking’ to Sungha after she had met him. The fact that she could help him out with gathering the ‘ingredients’ he needed for his potions in exchange for her also having her usual ‘fun’, it was definitely a great deal they had going on between one another.

     Of course they managed to get along in their own way, maybe because they were both pretty screwed up in their own ways, though in the end they made it all work somehow. There was one moment however that Areum really would have loved to just taken Sungha’s life, or even just torture him for what he had done which resulted in her now having a fledgling. She never asked for it to happen, never wanted to to happen, because she didn’t want to even have any ties to anyone like that but the damage was already done and there was absolutely nothing she could really do to change it at this point. In the end, she sadly had to deal with it.

     Though tonight she wasn’t at his front door because of some fledgling he had made from her blood. No, she was here to deliver the ‘goods’ that she had collected throughout the past few hours, her enjoyment she had while torturing those who owed her money and attempted to flee the city while thinking she wouldn’t be able to find out their plans, or even thinking she wouldn’t be already one step ahead of them in the end.

[ trigger warnings: emotional manipulation ]

love. 

love is such a funny word, isn’t it? it’s only four letters and yet it carries such depth, such importance, such weight. love carries so much on its shoulders and bears the heaviest burdens when it is genuine. and yet, at the same time, it’s so easy to have the words mean absolutely nothing. 

for sebin, though, the words mean so much. does he love sungha? 

the answer, unequivocally, is yes.

and in a way, perhaps that, too, is a product of what sungha has done to him. would sebin, in his right mind, aware of everything that sungha had engineered behind the scenes, still say that he loved sungha? no one will ever know.

but sebin loves sungha. he does. sungha is his saviour, his best friend, his guardian and protector. sungha is always seeking to make him stronger, to protect him from the world around them that is aggressive and wants to hurt them. there is no doubt in sebin’s mind that sungha is the most important person in his life after he’d reawakened. 

he’s not quite capable of wondering why sungha is the only one who knows about him.

there aren’t words to describe just how much sungha means to sebin. the other has become more than just a friend, but almost the centre of sebin’s world. so the paltry question of love? 

easy. 

“My....fledgling...” Her eyebrows furrow a bit, eyes squinting just slightly before she realizes who the question is about. “Oh, you mean Sebin?” Her expression becomes almost dark as she thinks about the younger vampire, thinks about how he even became her fledgling to begin with. If it hadn’t been for Sungha she wouldn’t have such a thing to worry about. The fact that she had lived for over a thousand years, not having to deal with something so bothersome and not having to worry about anything coming back on her if something bad were to happen, to one day suddenly having a fledgling. It really wasn’t something that she had been happy about.

If she hadn’t taken such a ‘liking’ to Sungha and his ways of doing things, of course she would have gotten rid of Sebin the first chance she got. It would have been easy for her, especially since she was a master vampire who was more than capable of taking care of something a little as a fledgling, though her and Sungha had their little deal they had going on. She got to have her fun and in return he also gained something out of her little torture sessions she had with clients ( or even just anyone who pissed her off at the time ).

She lets out a small sigh. “As much fun as that sounds, the way things would be less of a headache if I did get rid of him, I still wouldn’t. See, once I know that he’s able to not cause any sort of trouble for me, I won’t really have to put up with him for much longer after that. Technically Sunha is the one who really created him, so really Sebin is more of his problem than mine.” Areum gives a slight shrug, her expression neutral the entire time she says this.

[ trigger warnings: mention of death ] please note that sebin is an unreliable narrator!

if sebin’s heart could still beat, perhaps it would have stuttered a moment at that. would he choose vampirism over death? vampirism hurts and it’s difficult to keep under control. he feels like a child more than ever, but would he have preferred to be dead over the second chance that someone had snuck upon him? he honestly isn’t sure. vampirism isn’t all that bad, he thinks, he has sungha and it hurts sometimes, but not as much as when he was human. he heals faster now, and the pain usually passes more quickly. 

sebin is used to a life of pain, after all. it’s never been easy for him, and it’s normal, now. he misses his family, but they think he’s dead. he hadn’t understood for so long what was going on, until sungha had finally explained it to him — he had died and had been turned into a vampire. 

he thinks that he would choose vampirism over death. even though it still hurts, it’s still more of a chance than he had with an early death sentence hanging over his head. he has eternity to learn new things now, doesn’t he? 

( he doesn’t want to think about what will happen when sungha ages and leaves him alone. )

he never questions the perfect timing of the witch. he never suspects that the person responsible for his fate now is the very person he views as his saviour. maybe if sebin knew his situation more, he wouldn’t pick vampirism again.