#fvrmeden

his gaze tracks art’s as the other scans their surroundings once again, even though haneul had already meticulously ensured the perimeter was clear of potential threats before he even began their conversation. “you’re just on my mind an awful lot.” he admits softly, a faint, sincere smile hanging over his lips. “probably doesn’t help that i get to watch you dance for free every night.” and it truly is a sight to behold. it is absolutely no wonder why so many of the club's regulars simply cannot stay away.

"If you don't want to trail after me, then go home. I don't need your help, and because I got stuck with you my brother got sent off with someone else. Can you even fight? You look like you'd run scared."

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"you're hiding something from me." jules could tell that much. had grown to know them well enough that he could see the signs. a brow arches slightly and he playfully studies their face. "mmhmm. what is it?" he scoots closer and knocks his knee against theirs as they rest on the couch. "something is going on in that brain of yours."

as soon as the news reaches haneul, he is at art’s door. even though he isn’t supposed to be there, even though it might well get him in trouble. his frown deepens when the door opens and he sees the extent of art’s injuries. he tries to keep his composure despite the white-hot anger scorching within him. his heart aches when art winces from the pain while trying to force a smile. no one deserves to be treated in such a violent, cruel manner, but terrible people exist in this world despite not having earned a place in it. “it doesn’t look very handled to me.” the customer was already kicked out by the bouncer on duty, but resentment still boils within him, hungry for vengeance. but that can wait. even though art is no longer bleeding, it is clear his wounds haven’t been properly tended to. “you’ve got a first aid kit somewhere, right?” he asks, eager to do anything to ease the pain. “sit down and let me patch you up.”

leah shakes her head, knowing that it isn’t his fault — that it isn’t either of their faults that their paths crossed at such a poor, unfortunate timing. she looks down at their entwined hands, watching the way his thumb brushes so gently over her skin, and takes a quiet, stolen moment to bask in his comforting warmth. resting her head against his shoulder, she lets herself lean into his space, taking a deep, ragged breath of his familiar, grounding scent. “we could’ve been something, right?” she whispers into the dark, her tone laced with a profound, aching sadness. “if we’d met at a different time.” but with the exhausting reality of her ongoing divorce and the constant chaos of the hospital fiascos, this is simply too much weight to balance.

"did you just bite me?" the sharp, sudden feeling against her skin causing the vampire to jump slightly. although, the bite did no real damage nor did it really hurt. a laugh escapes as she scrunches up her nose in disapproval. long fingers move to tangle into their hair to pull their head back carefully. "don't be naughty now. only i can do the biting."