#jongxinia

The ground was shaking, the lamp fell off the desk, black smoke everywhere. Minwoo arrived in Jongin’s office in the most dramatic manner possible. Slowly raising up from the ground as he stands there with his arms crossed. Red and golden eyes gleaming as he watches the other man and then gestures. “Here, now.” He whispered before grabbing the other man by the shoulder and dragging him unceremoniously through the portal.

“We need to talk” he said, now in his office. Minwoo had considered to bring him to the dungeon with the blood and torture devices but he didn’t dislike Kai. He just needed to get something straight.

“Here,” he hands Jongin a glass of scotch at 8 AM in the morning and sits down in front of him. “So,” he says “So,” he stares the other down.

“I heard you asked Jeongmin on a date, what is that about.”

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 Kai had heard footsteps heading up to him, but he hadn’t really responded to them, buried down into Jeongmin’s bed without the cupid there (he’d probably gone to classes and had mercy on him). His ear swiveled and he felt himself begin to stir and wake up slightly. While he couldn’t see the hand coming at him, he could feel the hand..and he jerked, swatting the woman’s hand away from one of his foxy ears sticking out from under the blankets. “What are you–” He wasn’t usually a good one to wake up, especially startled. Blinking, he sat up slightly and looked at the woman blearily…then realized what he’d done. “Oh fuck–I’m so sorry, are you Kat? Oh–” He took in a deep inhale and rubbed the swatting-hand over his face. “I’m sorry…I don’t wake up well to people I’m not expecting..”

Days where she didn’t have morning classes were truly the best and lazily the elven woman had stayed in bed until her room was too bright to keep her eyes shut. With a yawn on her lips and a robe thrown hastily around her shoulders she finally emerged from her room heading for the kitchen to put on a nice pot of tea. 

Peeking into Jeongmin’s room she meant to ask him if he wanted a mug but instead of her cupid roommate she saw a pile of pillows and blankets and a tuft of fur. 

‘Vani! Vanimelda I swear if you’re asleep in his bed again I will meow hex you again for a week!’ It wasn’t often that Vani was naughty, but he had his days. As she crept closer she realized the fur didn’t belong to her familiar - to which she sent a quick apology- and as she leaned forward to touch it and see what it was, her hand was smacked away and a voice that wasn’t animal like at all was crossly addressing her.

Surprise colored the womans face as she stared back at the figure lounging so cozily in Jeongmin’s bed. He knew her name but she didn’t know who he was so he had an unfair advantage. 

‘Kat, yes I am.’ She signed it to him by habit and then realizing that he probably didn’t understand she signed the word for sorry, realized the same mistake and sighed softly. She hadn’t been anticipating someone new and her phone and notebook were in the other room. Next best thing was pantomiming. 

Pulsing music, sweaty bodies, a drink or two to swirl his thoughts further away from reality than they already were. It was the most magical mixture, but also the most dangerous. Jinwoo had always been a bit different with the way he percieved the world and, more importantly, the way he experienced sensory and emotional balance. His night so far had been fun and no one had approached him about his often obvious impairment.

But then, the music turned from perfectly balanced techno with hard hitting bass line to a far-too-layered scratchy electronic mess. The brain pattern of colors and shapes just felt like a typhoon of misery. The previously loose crowd had begun pushing tighter and Jinwoo lost track of where he was in the building. Sometimes an overload of the senses was done beautifully and it felt incredible. Sometimes, it was like this, and he would be shaking in the corner until he could process corporeal living once again.

Arms crossed and head down, he broke from the crowd and practically ran to the nearest open space, only to run directly into someone. The first sense to break free was always smell and oh- this is nice. Still shaking and silent, the blind half siren took a deep breath and dropped his forehead onto the taller man's chest.

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It was a perfectly calm night outside, there was nothing to predict what was going to happen. Not an aggressive storm that made the trees moan, not hail that would cool your skin to the point of freeze, not even a single raven that announced the coming of death. Yet in the small apartment, on the second floor of the building there would be not one, not two but three supernatural creatures tonight. 

The clock had just passed the mark of two in the morning when he came in, fingers wrapping around the metal of the air-vent, then a soft wheeze because he was annoyed and he had to dematerialize to get through. He came through the wall, slowly, like thick syrup and quietly placed one foot on the desk. Making sure not to step on the fountain-pen he had seen his victim write with that afternoon. He was hungry. So hungry. It consumed him, the hunger, the whole move had distracted him from hunting and he had to find someone that was bad, someone that deserved to stop existing in this world. This woman was the one, she had stolen money from her old aunt and before that from her grandmother and father. She cheated on her boyfriends, multiple and yesterday she had kicked a puppy.

The last part had been the final straw for Suga. Licking his lips as he slowly got off the desk he moved without a sound through the room, then through the wall into the bedroom where she lay sleeping. her black hair like a halo around her pale white face. Pink puffy like slightly parted as she was in a deep sleep. He grinned as he stepped closer and slid one hand around her ankle, tightening his grip as the sleep paralysis overtook her. Eyes wide, but unable to move she screamed a silent cry for help. 

From the corner of his eyes he saw a shadow, a shade. “Hey Polly.” he greeted the reaper. “She’ll be there soon.” he announced as he slid his hand over the woman’s body. It was not an erotic movement, even if someone could have misinterpreted it like that. He leaned in, over her body and inhaled. A shiver ran down his spine, soon he would be full. Not someone to torture needlessly he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over the, now silently weeping, woman. “The boogeyman is real.” He whispered with a smirk as his eyes glinted in the dimly lit room. Making sure his menacing smirk was the last thing she saw before he broke her neck. 

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“What do you mean, there’s someone else coming?” Suga asked as he sat in the dark room, holding a leg in his hands and pointing with it to Polly the Reaper. “I thought you were the big reaper person thinga-ma-boob.” he looked up as someone else appeared. “Who are you?” he pointed at the offending intruder to their little party with the disembodied lower leg. The lifeless toes pointed in the direction of the man with the weird ears. “Did God or Satan finally claim the furries?” he asked, deadpanning. 

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He swore the boogey went out of his way to take down people who had the most ridiculously long letters…and he always somehow ended up dealing with the man in the middle of a meal.It had only been a time or two, sure, but it was still a few too many times he’d interrupted the creature’s meal time and had to sit back and wait for him to finish up.

Today was a little different, and he was a little more curious. Floating up closer to the boogey, who seemed to be a little irked at the further interruption, he heard from the spirit not too far off that Suga had told her virgins tasted the best before digging right in. Yikes.

“So is it true?” He ask, as if Suga could hear the spirit in the background–and surely he could not. “That virgins taste the best,” cocking his head, he leaned down closer, taunting the creature with the said closeness.

Why don’t you taste for yourself?

He’d taken this as an open invitation, being the smartass that he was, to float down even further and press his lips to the boogey’s bloodied mouth, the taste of metal and something else enveloping his senses. Just to be an extra ass about it, he’d lightly bitten onto Suga’s lower lip, scraping sharper-than-usual teeth over soft skin, just enough to raise welts. Grinning despite himself, Kai leaned back and floated back up just a few inches, half to make sure he didn’t get a good chomp in return and half because he didn’t want to touch the bloodied floor.

“Mm, I guess it tastes okay. I think you’d taste better without the blood, though.”

Chewing on a toe, the boogey looked up when the shigofumi asked him the question. Swallowing he frowned and tilted his head slightly, obviously not too excited to be interrupted during his meal again by Kai the mailman.  “What is true?” he asked after swallowing. Suga wasn’t a beast he didn’t talk with his mouth full. 

“iWhy don’t you taste for yourself?” He had answered and offered the other a piece of the woman’s thigh. Instead he had been kissed by the other man which was a mixture of surprising, gross and kind of a turn on. He blinked, taken aback because oddly enough he had never been kissed before while he was eating. 

“Okay...” He started and squinted at the other “No need there to bite me, you know, just saying. Now I have to go out and buy a whole lot of lip balm again, next time you want to kiss me buy me dinner, and not this kind. The prepared in a restaurant kind or just come see me when you aren’t at work.” he threw the necklace his victim had been wearing at Kai. “here, for you”  it was a pretty golden thing with a ruby in it. some blood but that would be easy to wash off. 

A city underwater. Now this was something the alien had to see, as soon as the announcement was made what had been built within the lake the alien had set a date to go visit. Going down to the dome had been already exciting, seeing the underwater world yet being there made the alien even happier. Everything was powered by natural sources and for the hippie-alien that was something straight out of a dream. 

The alien was mildly surprised when he found a gigantic casino in Pidvone Misto as well. Frowning he stepped in to find that it was indeed a regular (as far as underwater supernatural casino’s went) casino and he shrugged. he had some money, he had some free time and he was curious enough. Maybe he could even hack some of the machines to give him more money. Oh well- 

First he needed a drink, sitting down he nudged what he thought was another visitor. “So, how is the gambling going today?”

He was eyeing the woman after their fun little conversation about what he tasted like, but it was when she had circled around him that he got curious–until he gave a yelp at the rather harsh slap to his rear, then another, and he twisted around to bat at her hand, “Yah yah, no more, ow,” he whined and pouted a little, getting instead her fingers in his hair, which just made him stay leaned over in his bowed position, reaching back with both hands to cover his abused butt. “You have an arm on you, you kno–” He gave somewhat of a choked noise when it turned into a new assault, poking first his mouth then in random areas. Laughing out despite himself, he went back to batting her hands…then rushed forward to maul her to the ground, going deadweight with her wrists pinned between their chests in a very sad attempt to stop the smacking and jabbing.

 “Gentle hands, princess~ I mean, I can handle spanking, but not that much of a surprise. Give me some warning, yeah?”

  Well he was being so playful, she was curious what notes to write about this creature in her big black book. Best to test his reaction to different sensory shocks.  Giving him a few slaps to the arse she was pleased by his sounds and made mental notes that this one was indeed a screamer. His deep voice would most likely sound best purring out moans right below the earlobe. Taking these notes she laughed at his pout and ran her fingers into his hair, gently massaging nerves there. 

 “Do I? My apologies- i’m so tiny I don’t believe in my own strength~” She said before diving in for a DNA sample. Her finger poked into his mouth, collecting the wet saliva before dipping quickly into a cotton swab hidden in her pocket. She continued with her other hand, poking his sides, different pressure zones, and even a gentle poke between his legs. His laughter showed enjoyment and she found that both telling and entertaining before he was grappling her hands.  ....then he fell on top of her with his hands holding down her wrist. Blinking her silver eyes up at him she parted her lips and gasped. What an interesting nose he had!

“Princess? Is there a reason you call me that?” She murmured wondering vainly if she had impressed upon him her clearly superior and royal stature. Or perhaps it was the way her waves of nearly golden hair seemed to shimmer down her back side...  “Ah...but surprises are the most fun aren’t they..? Like how I am quite surprised you are holding me down with just your body. It is pleasant, shall I warn you before I float us both up into the clouds?”

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And only if she had a man like Edward Cullen, oh Emma would do anything and everything to have a vampire glitter-man. She let out a sigh as she placed the book on her nightstand and looked up at her ceiling. Posters of popstars covered the wooden, white surface. The dreamy eyes of Leonardo DiCaprio stared right back at her and she let out a sigh. Closing her bright green eyes she tried to stay in the dream world of the book she just finished but reality came crashing in. She was wearing a black dress, black socks and black shoes. Not from some Gothic choice of wardrobe but because she had to go to auntie Olivia’s funeral. “Better get downstairs...” She mumbled as she got up and left her book, dreams and hopes behind for a few hours. 

About four hours later Emma got back home, sitting down on the bed with reddened eyes from crying. The funeral had been like most funerals; boring, awful and really really sad with some annoying people on the side. Asking how her law studies went and her answering that yes it goes great thanks. While she thought that today should have been about auntie Olivia, not her education. With a pout the girl pulled off her black pumps and threw them in a corner before laying back and closing her eyes. 

When she opened her eyes again she was eye to eye with a guy not Leonardo DiCaprio, no some weird ass (but handsome) Asian kid who she had never seen before. “INTRUDER!” She screamed as she jumped up on her bed and grabbed a big teddy bear to protect herself. “STAY BACK, I KNOW KARATE” she screamed “AND MY PARENTS ARE HOME, THEY KNOW KARATE TOO” Both lies, but she tried as she was ‘fighting off’ the ‘intruder’.