#vaskihwan

a sad little starter for @vaskihwan​ ♥

Her hands are shaking and she feels them colder than usual when she presses her fingertips against her lips, a clear sign of the nervousness and anxiety that she’s feeling. She can’t take her eyes away from the door which she knows he can come out of any time, and every little sound of opening doors makes her heart beat faster in hopes that it’s him. But it’s not. She’s sitting on a chair in the waiting room, and she completely forgets about the people around her, glancing at her and giving her some judgemental stares even though they’re probably shaking in their boots at the discovery of what she truly is.

And the reason why she’s so nervous is exactly that: they know she’s a vampire, and she’s afraid they have already told Kihwan about it. That makes her want to run and hide, afraid of what his reaction might be --- she has always planned on telling him the truth, but she never found a way to do it without the worry that he might hate her afterward. She doesn’t want to lose him, but she’s starting to think she already has and she hates herself for not being honest since the beginning. 

But then again, would he still have fallen in love with her if she had told him from the beginning? Would they be as close as they are now? Would she have any chance?

Ahreum’s thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door she has been staring at for the last couple of minutes, and her eyes widen when she sees him --- oh, and the sight of him breaks her heart... He looks desolated, and that’s something she never wished to see. Ever.

“Kihwan,” she says when she gets up from her seat, making her way towards him and resting her hands on his shoulders immediately when she’s close enough to him, her eyes are fixed on his and she barely blinks, trying to avoid the tears that have blurred her vision from falling down her cheeks. “Darling... How are you? Did they treat you well?” And her hands move from his shoulders to his face when she cups his cheeks carefully. “How are you feeling, my love?”

THE MURDER OF GO JEON - POLICE CHIEF UNDER FIRE

Seoul, 30th of March 2019.

The federal bureau of investigations has confirmed to the media this morning that the current chief of police might be involved in the poisoning of the Noctis Clan’s infamous leader Go Jeon. 

Choi Kihwan (29) has been named as a suspect of the murder case. His DNA has been confirmed to have been found at the Noctis Clan’s headquarters. 

a sweet little starter for @vaskihwan ♥

The morning welcomes her with a beam of light peeking from the gap between the blinds, the sunlight doesn’t burn her skin but it causes a slight discomfort that she can bear. She opens her eyes briefly and takes a deep breath, basking in the warmth of the bed and the arms that embrace her so comfortably. She brings one of her hands up from underneath the blankets to rub her eyes, snuggling closer to him to run away from the sunlight even if it doesn’t hurt her.

It was around eight in the morning, she could already tell after her five hundred years on earth.

Eventually, she looks up at him. A soft and sweet smile spreads on her lips when she takes a good look of his sleepy face. She brings her hand up again, but this time to gently touch her fingertips over his cheek, his forehead, and then brush her fingers through the dark and soft strands of his hair, smoothing it backward and away from his face. Her smile only gets wider.

She remembers swearing to herself that she wouldn’t let this relation go too far, she wouldn’t let herself fall for his charms like he had fallen for hers --- but she forgot that wasn’t something she could control. And right now, it’s too late for her to try to pull away, to try to distance herself from Kihwan.

It is as surprising for her as it might be for anyone else in the Clan if they ever found out. Ahreum has always looked like someone so far away, so out of reach... As if nobody would ever be able to take a grasp of her heart. But he was different, as cliché as it may sound.

The way he opened up to her back when they met again after such a long time, the way he now trusts her so deeply and the way he makes her feel so safe and valuable, nobody else could do that.

Only him. The man that hates vampires more than she could even imagine. But she has experience in disguising, and he will never know anything unless she ( or someone else who knows about her ) tells him.

Her smile is gone when she thinks about that, but it soon comes back when she feels his arms tighten around her. 

She giggles and wraps both of her arms around his neck, pressing her half-naked body even closer against his, and her lips are pressed to his ear when she whispers --- her voice is sweet and warm.

She can’t hold back the smile that starts forming on her red lips after his question --- nobody else would be more perfect to be asking something like that other than him, the most attractive person Ahreum has ever met in her entire life. 

“Well, Kiki... I’m glad you asked.” And she giggles, her smile gets wider and her eyes almost disappear into small crescents. “I think kindness and care are very attractive... I think people that are responsible and look after their loved ones are so beautiful, and I’m not talking about physical beauty. When someone shows you how much they care, how much they worry and want you to be well and safe---- that’s very attractive to me. And if I had to mention anything physical... I would say it doesn’t really matter. I would love and appreciate my partner no matter what they look like.”

She can’t help the smile that spreads on her lips, the question bringing some wonderful thoughts to her mind and warmth to her chest. The first person that she thinks of being the reason behind that, and she wouldn’t hesitate to admit that she would pick him, other than anyone else. She can’t explain how he makes her feel, she can’t explain how he managed to make her fall for him like that, but he did and she couldn’t be happier about it. She loves being with him, she loves those feelings she has for him. He brings out the best of her and makes her heart melt into a puddle of love every time she sees his smile. The soft side of her which only very few people could see, he manages to bring out without even trying, without her even noticing it.

That question leaves her silent for a couple of seconds. She blinks a few times and brings one of her hands to tug a small section of her hair behind her ear, as guilt starts to pour into her chest and her breath is taken away. “I’m a good person,” she starts, with a bitter smile forming on her red lips. “but I have done some pretty bad things, I still do some pretty bad things. But you see, my species and I would suffer serious damage if it wasn’t for me and work at the Clan. We need the blood to survive, we need humans to provide us blood and they’re not very cooperative when vampires and their diet are brought up to the conversation. So we have to do it our own way, as extreme as it may be...”

It’s clear in her expression that she is not proud of what she does: the bitter smile has disappeared and is replaced by a frown on her forehead that expresses how tense she feels, her chin is low and her eyes drift from one direction to another every now and then, her discomfort is obvious. 

“And my biggest regret is having to collect blood in our own way, that’s pretty much my only regret. Everything else has led me to who I am today, my mistakes and my triumphs, so there’s not a reason to regret anything else other than what I do to keep my people well fed. And why I regret it? I hate having to kill humans.”