#turnedkind

Sxting starters~

[text >> Pa’Tae’to 💛] …… 3 minutes later

she looks up at him with a faint sigh, subconsciously turning her cheek towards his touch. for so long is hwa used to being the one who swept in for those in need, so to have it turn her way like so...

"i'm just... getting used to it."

with a slight huff, a smile manages to curve the corners of her lips as a hand rests on his wrist— her thumb brushing against where a pulse would be.

"i hope it wasn't any trouble."

it shouldn't surprise him, not really, that tae-ho might want to kiss him. regardless of how oblivious the two of them had been regarding their feelings, despite how obvious young-soo had been about making those feelings known to one another ... it shouldn't surprise him.

and yet it does.

maybe it's because it's the middle of the night ; where, no matter how much the little mortal tried to stay awake to spend more time with both his partners, he failed. maybe it's because he's half asleep when tae-ho says it, a certain kind of look in his eyes that almost seemed like endearment. what he could have possibly found endearing about the younger as he trudged into his bedroom for the night was beyond him - but all the same, it sends a warm tingling feeling down his spine.

the two people in the world that had managed to capture his heart ... he should have been afraid of them, he should have been terrified and wanted to run in the opposite direction. but oh, he'd never been one to shy away, not when he found something ( or someone ) that he wanted badly. and tae-ho ... ah, what the younger wouldn't have given to capture his attention just a little bit sooner.

he smiles, then. tiredness settling deep within his bones and clad in little more that one of tae-ho's shirts that mortal had claimed for himself, he walks over. he's never been shy, not really, when it comes to affection - and there's certainly nothing shy about the way the younger wraps arms around broad shoulders, his smile widening just a touch when he feels hands at his hips. " i mean ... how badly do you wanna kiss me ? " he asks cheekily, brushing their noses together and pulling back when he feels the other try and close the distance between them.

👀so uh......

are you seongie's type?

oh  he  is  so  smug  right  now.  tilting  his  head  with  a  little  grin.  ❝  is  there  something  you  want  to  tell  me,  tae-tae?  ❞

Since the awakening of their vampyric nature, for Haehyun, life had gone on. Not the same, of course; their silver jewelry had been sold, the ache of those burns still seared into their memory. Daylight was a little too bright now; though not painful, not unbearable, the rays felt less like a comfort and more like a threat under their touch. Their body healed from every wound they gained, every bruise earned, every scratch gone without so much as a mark of its existence – and with it had healed that opaque, white glow of Haehyun's eyes, revealing the clear, jade green they had been blessed with at birth. The world to them felt overwhelming sometimes, mind distracted by thousands of details once unseen, revealed to them in sudden, perfect clarity. But as with all changes, there was give – and there was take.

The hunger. That was the hardest to endure.

Soo had been a lifeline, guiding Haehyun through the process accidentally triggered within them by the Pure-Kind’s blood. They’d never wanted to know what it was like to hear blood coursing through human veins, a scent that left their mouth watering every waking moment, worsened by hearts beating faster at the sight of them – though the latter couldn’t be helped, given Haehyun’s occupation.

Bringing them here now, in an alleyway, patience running out as they waited with one of their men; someone newer, a tensai with a stark, white glow of his eyes and a connection to their business associate. His heart was hammering against his ribs, adrenaline pulsing through veins that called to Haehyun, their tongue pressing to the newly-grown fangs at the tips of their teeth and their throat seeming to dry further with their steadying breath.

But their distraction earned them a fist to the cheek, sending Haehyun plummeting to the ground with far more force than it should’ve. Superior strength hadn’t been their man’s ability, last they checked – yet now his fists continued their barrage, as Haehyun met each hit with one of their own, struggling to get free from beneath him.

Anon meme~

every day was valentine's day as far as dae-ho was concerned ! a special day to celebrate the people you loved was great and all ( and don't get him wrong, he loved ANY excuse to show affection ) but why would he limit it to just one day when he had so much love to give ? he made sure that tae-ho knew how much he cared, regardless of what the calender may have said - because how could he not want to smother the other with love and affection at any given opportunity ?

and seriously, he means that, because he'd spent so long making heart eyes at the other that he had A LOT of time to make up for !

the chocolate and flowers are sweet, make him feel a certain type of way as he finds a good place for the flowers to sit in his bedroom. the chocolates though ? they go straight on his bed, because you best believe he's going to absolutely DEVOUR that entire box the second he gets the chance.

but it's the final gift that really gets him, yanno ? because it's nothing generic, it's something that tae-ho had clearly put thought and effort into ; and he must have known, really, how dae-ho would have reacted. because the human was nothing, if not, a little ball of emotion. " you got this for me ? " boba eyes staring up at the other, watery, like he was about to cry.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ What's it like ? Being with just ONE other person ? ❞

The DUTIES of a group, were intense ; appearances, rehearsals, shows, writing, all of it. Seo - Joon felt as if he struggled with a FULL group, so the idea of only two was a intriguing. Did they function differently ? Were the burdens lessened ? Did they get along .. ? Though, he'd assume so, based on their CHEMISTRY on stage. Smile grows, and he scoots closer, hands resting idly in his lap.