/ / untouchable

I'M L I V I N G IN THAT ❝ 21ST CENTURY ❞, DOING SOMETHING MEAN TO IT. DO IT BETTER THAN ANYBODY YOU EVER SEEN DO IT.

[brhyunmin]

in the flashy life of im hyunmin, this had been a fairly uneventful day. paperwork ruled the majority of his time, he jumped from one meeting into another, barely able to catch up with the documents he had to sign. he decided to conclude the day with inviting anyone for dinner who wanted to tag along, a way of thanking everyone for their hard work. half-way through the starters hyun regretted that decision. ultimately, he just wanted to be home, maybe ring up ahin to watch a movie together until they would start making out and forget about the television. instead, he gritted his teeth and accepted his poor decision making, staying until the very end. in fact, he was the last one leaving, a swipe of his credit card paid for the entire ordeal with a generous tip on top. beyond ready to call it a day, he made his way through the restaurant until maybe the most familiar face on this planet caught his attention. now, his sister never looked bad. she always knew how to carry herself, made sure to look her best everyday, even if she spend it at home. but tonight she looked exceptionally amazing, wearing exquisite jewelry he had never seen on her before, a dress so perfectly fitting it must have been made for her only without a doubt. and to hyun's absolute amusement, she was accompanied by minho. his mood just improved by a tenfold. they had barely touched their seats when hyun approached them, swiftly pulling a third chair from the empty neighbouring table to theirs, inviting himself as non-chalantly as ever. "what a surprise to see you two here! hye, you look absolutely gorgeous!" he exclaimed joyfully. leaning back in his seat he leaned his arm over the back rest, snapping his fingers at a waitress before he pointed at the table, urging her to bring the menu. "so, what brings you here?" / / @brmuses

[brhyunmin]

ahyoungbr·:

― she was waiting for that, like a child waits for christmas ( and herself, included. ) – with a heart full of anxious expectations and high hopes. she knew what meant hyunmin being back in seoul, and she loved his infamous parties almost as much as she loved his company itself; considerably less, of course. still, sh thrived off of attention, and his parties were guarantee of that. ahin knew it would be a party out of expected proportions – it would be so much more than one simply expect. so, when the invitation arrived at the song’s household, her heart couldn’t help but leap on her chest – the day before her birthday, and, to add more to the mystery, a masquerade ball. 

she had never been to one of those. ahin had, as expected, been to a fair share of parties herself – but masquerades has a whole different aura to it; something far from the beer pong table and girls squealing to get boys’ attention. that was something mature something only hyun could pull. she was aware of the etiquette, and she knew, following the theme, it was supposed to be a surprise – but she couldn’t help but show him what she was going to wear, knowing that she wouldn’t risk have him mistake someone else as her. 

( the thought, alone, made her blood boil. )

the place was probably beautiful – the guests, probably pulled their best attire to attend to the event; yet, her attention was undivided on the quest of spotting his familiar frame in the crowd. she thought she had recognized some people – some broad shoulders there, long legs here, but not his. it didn’t take long for him to find her, instead. his scent quickly hit her, unmistakably his, the one she would b able to recognize anywhere – and before she could turn to face him, before she could lean against him, she felt his fingers intertwine with hers and felt herself being pulled from the crowd; their time alone, as the usual. 

as much as she was expecting to be at the party, she couldn’t wait to be with hyunmin, for a fact. the moment she was pulled into his arms, was the moment she sighed deeply, eyebrows raised “ oh, i am liking it just fine. ” and her lips found his, naturally molding against his own, hand gripping on his shoulders as she kissed him back with enthusiasm before breaking apart slightly, whispering “ but i am sure it’s about to get better. ”

          UNLIKE HER YOUNGEST SISTER, ahyoung had been lukewarm at best regarding the invitation from sh corporation. a party, particularly a masquerade, was right up ahyoung’s alley, but ever since she had taken over as head of the song household she had held a respectful distance towards anything — and anyone — that she couldn’t trust completely. im hyunmin and his business was one of them.

still, her worries were kept locked up where only she could find them, hidden away from the public eye, and hidden away from her sisters. it was her duty to make sure they were safe, and that they felt safe as much as they could, anyway. her concerns were for her and her only, and she could not voice them there, or anywhere. that’s why she had gotten dolled up, purchased a mask she was certain as few as possible would be able to recognize her in, and she had put on the best fake smile she could muster in the presence of a man she didn’t particularly like, nor trusted with a single drop of blood in her body. it didn’t help that she knew he was present, but could hide behind any mask her gaze rested on tonight.

it felt too crowded for her liking, and ahyoung decided to seek out some space for herself — to clear her thoughts and take a breath, remind herself that she was wearing a mask tonight too: also she could let her smile falter without anyone noticing it was her. she was suffocating on her own mind and she needed space to breathe if only for a second. the oldest song sister had feigned beams at everyone that crossed her path that night, regardless of whether she could recognize them or not, and she had fuelled conversations with people she suspected she had never talked to before, and perhaps never would’ve had it not been for every guest at the party being anonymous. surely no one would notice if she slipped away for just a second — tonight she was just another nameless being in an ocean of anonymity. 

she thought she had found a spot for just that when she noticed she wasn’t alone. her hues fell onto a familiar figure, one she would’ve recognized even after death, and confusion made the older speak first. «ahin —» the name died on ahyoung’s lips as her eyes fell on her sister’s company, and immediately her tone changed — not the usual, respectful song ahyoung. this was personal. «mr. im.»

there was nothing pleasant about song ahyoung now.

she looked at him and saw a threat, and she looked at her sister and saw a target. nothing about this situation felt right, or safe. she knew exactly what it was she was witnessing, and yet she had to ask, tone clear as the white wine she had just been drinking: «ahin, what is this ?»

for a long time, hyun wondered whether he would ever encounter someone as dirty-minded and equally as ready for a spontaneous risky adventure as he was. he also never thought that this person would manifest in the existence of song ahin with a considerable age gap between them and maybe a few worlds as well. but their attraction had undeniably ascended the physical level a long time ago and at this point, he wouldn't have it any other way. that didn't mean that anything physical got the short end of the stick, certainly not when ahin hold this strange but strong repulsion against wearing underwear. hyun once more became the witness of that habit when he pulled up her already short dress to grab her ass to be met with bare skin. he growled into their kiss, aware that ahin exactly knew what that little custom of hers did to him. they never got further. if she hadn't said anything, hyun would have never noticed the presence of the second woman. ahin had him tightly wrapped around her finger, so much that he blurred out everything around him in her presence. this particular voice made him flinch. it wasn't the words spoken but much rather the tone. a tone that implied nothing positive, like a storm's grey clouds looming over his head, expecting the impending rain. in his astonishment he pulled away from ahin and his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach when he laid eyes on the intruder. hyun couldn't claim he had much of an opinion on song ahyoung. he didn't know much about her except from ahin's stories which surely were fueled with a biased depending on whether the sister's latest interaction was a positive or negative one. all he knew was that she posed as the head of the song household during their parents' absence. with this knowledge in mind, her sudden appearance couldn't pose as anything good for him, yet alone ahin. thousands of options flew through his mind. this was not how he expected the reveal of their relationship to go, not at all. possibly this was worst case scenario. with a sheepish smile he let go of ahin's behind and pulled down her dress to cover her up. taking a step back a brought minimal distance between them, the narrow room didn't allow much more. he cleared his throat, straightening his hardly messed up outfit before raising his voice. "miss song," he greeted her back, funnily enough that was the same name he called ahin when she whipped him. maybe not the right moment to mention that. ahyoung directly addressing her sister with much disregard for his presence made him nervous, he felt a sisterly fight incoming and wasn't too sure if he wanted to be caught in the crossfire.

[brhyunmin]

bryoona·: 

          SHE, IN ALL HONESTY, CARED very little for other people’s business in the hopes of them, in turn, not caring much about hers. she kept her skills hidden like a layer of protection, one she hoped most people were blind to so she could have the element of surprise on her side. im hyunmin already taking somewhat of an interest in her ( or rather, what she was able to do for him ) had her suspicious, but she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

yoona let out a chuckle at hyunmin’s comment on seungjae. even if she had grown rather fond of the hunter didn’t mean everyone shared her opinion — and she could respect that. «regardless, he must be somewhat of a valuable asset ?» she asked, moved more by curiosity than a wish to dig for some sort of affection found for the other from hyunmin. she knew better than to look for something that she suspected was not even there.

«seungjae is a capable hunter. if his missions ever go awry i’m afraid i might be cause for it,» she admitted, though her tone remained neutral. yoona lowered her voice even if she suspected no one in their immediate vicinity would pick up on their conversation regardless. «the targets are not always so .. cooperative. even magic runs short sometimes.»

it was nearly painful for hyun to find a positive thought for seungjae somewhere in the very back of his head. he was sure the hunter was a blast at parties but unfortunately their relationship didn't span even a step over anything remotely non business related, so he had a tough time connecting anything with him that didn't tie into work. "for me, his biggest value is that he does work no one else can do. maybe if we spent more time together we would see each other's qualities. unfortunately, he has rejected every single dinner invitation so far. i'm very hurt," she said jokingly, shaking his head in a disappointed fashion before taking another sip of wine. swirling his wine glass for a few seconds, hyunmin pondered. he didn't want to speak out any potential vindication for seungjae's failure, while simultaneously he didn't want to throw yoona or her skills under the bus. but ultimately, wasn't this the reason they met? to combine competence and assets to achieve more? the necessity to reply got delayed for a little while when the waiter returned with their appetizers, a bread basket with garlic spread and a bowl of black olives. "but that's where i step in. to provide you with anything that you need to avoid that in the future," he said non-chalatanly before plopping an olive in his mouth. to him, it was all so very easy. yoona had skills no one else could offer and he, well, he had everything else she could possibly ask for. from security to money there wasn't a single thing he could come up with he couldn't provide. if the matter at hand was equally as simple in yoona's eyes was another question.

[brhyunmin]

times ruled by peril and uncertainty meant a higher sense of caution for most. a wary approach when encountering new people, carefully choosing trusted allies by hand. for hyun it spelled an open field. people with no alignments and chosen sides, left unnoticed because people were too busy being cautious. it was his opportunity to forge new alliances, advance further while others stayed behind, chained by their fear. he had a similar train of thought when he found the recommendation of shin changmin in a neat file on his desk one morning. an impressive portfolio, a résumé that kicked off before hyun started rummaging around on the face of this planet. his emotional range spanned from intrigued to curious until it reached ecstatic. the process of experiments were starting to reach their peak and hyun was almost impatient to find a project leader with the right potential to help sh to even more greatness. he adjusted his tie right before the elevator brought him to his desired destination, the last floor, only accessible to a few. sh corporation had a plethora of closed doors with business that only concerned a few confidants. with a woman's gentle voice announcing the floor number he stepped out of the elevator. employees left and right sent an unbothered gaze his way only to realize who exactly was strutting through the hallways and then hastily bending themselves into a 90 degree bow. hyun distributed nods left and right but had little desire to dedicate more energy to anyone else. automatic doors opened with a swipe of his card through the terminal next to them and the sound simultaneously announced his arrival. he took slow but generous steps through the laboratory, hands locked behind his back to keep himself from the urge to touch anything. the one and only figure present in the room seemed so immersed in their work that neither the door nor hyun's steps could pull them out of their work. he spent a few more seconds looking around, eyeing glasses and equations written on several boards until he approached them, glancing over their shoulder. "interesting stuff?" / / @sanguinolentum

[bitbig]

[brhyunmin]

brseungjae:

he was so foolish to think that he could truly walk away from this life had had subjected himself to. if he could just escape he could be away from all of this, he had remained defiant in hyunmin’s presence and for a fleeting moment he thought he had won the battle, oh how he was wrong. 

the first mistake he made, a rookie one at that. he had turned his back on a vampire. if yewon saw him now she would have scolded him for being so dense. there wasn’t enough time for him to realize the consequences of his actions. seungjae think’s he’s made it, he is coming out victorious but in a matter of seconds there is an arm around his neck. his eyes widen in surprise, the air getting knocked from his lungs as he stumbles back into hyunmin, his arms fly up in defense gripping at the vampires arms trying to pry himself from the iron clad hold hyunmin has him in. 

“let… me..g-” he says through gritted teeth, but he finds the rest of his words dying in his throat when the sensation of the fangs piercing into the flesh of his neck brings him to the horrifying reality of what was happening to him. a pained yell escapes his lips he tries to break out of the grip, the pain is sudden and throbs into the column of his neck but as quickly as it appeared, it gives way/ the venom from the monsters fangs courses through his system instantly. his arms fall from where his fingers were digging into the sleeve of hyunmin’s expensive shirt to his sides, his legs threatening to buckle under his own weight. his body going slack, eyes fluttering his mind caught in a haze, a shaky breath escapes his lips, the will to fight draining from him with each passing second. 

the times hyun had fed off of others, vampiric or human nature, were countless. they were all unique in their own way. most were of casual, fleeting nature, which didn't mean they were bad. sowon was unique because she allowed him to bring her onto the brink of death, drink as much as a human body would possibly handle without shaking hands with the grimp reaper. it was an experience led by adrenaline, possessed by greed. ahin was unique because a vampire's thirst can only be truly ceased the blood of the one they love. naturally, the feelings he had for the young song were stronger than he could have ever imagined, an experience fueled by love and infatuation, one in a million. this was different. this was pure hatred. seungjae's blood in his mouth felt hot, it almost burned the roof of his mouth. the familiar taste of iron got nearly entirely drowned out by the heat the human and his blood were radiating. the bite was sloppy, uncontrolled, aimed while jumping. crimson red drops rolled down hyun's chin and dropped onto his clothes, staining his previously immaculate white shirt. for seconds seungjae's struggle persisted, fingernails digging into his sleeve until the futile resistance wavered. oddly enough, it only prodded hyun's greed. the feeling of having this boorish son of a bitch in the palm of his hand bestowed unimaginable satisfaction upon him. despite seungjae letting go of him, hyun's grip tightened. was this how level e vampires felt? blinded by hunger and the primitive enjoyment of their victim's struggle? he didn't even hear the few cut off sounds of objection the other had managed to utter, his mind too obscured to make out his plea.

[brhyunmin]

brbogum:

the exchanges between her husband and her brother was — to put it rather blunt: entertainment for her. the two conformed to an alpha status that the other dared to poke at. children that fought over the spotlight; kids that wanted to seem stronger, braver to their audience. hyekyung found it cute. although, perhaps a thought she would keep behind sealed lips. patience seeks in the seconds the two interact and subconsciously, she moves forward to fill in the gap between her and bogum. like a puzzle piece. she fits perfectly. her husband’s arm comfort around her as she tolerantly watches her brother. theres a faint peep, her mouth opens as hyunmin reaches for the basket. one that she was meant to gift a woman of the council before her lips tighten. “those were not for you.” she states with a ‘tsk’. regardless of her words, she knows the younger would complain about being too late with the warning. 

as the announcement draws from hyun, hyekyung feels surprised. her brother, the man that was always on his feet and never committed to a spot, was going to stay. and this was longer than his usual two days, one-week visits. hyekyung is pleased. having hyunmin in town meant she could keep a better eye on him. and therefore, he would hopefully get into less trouble. moreover though, he would be close to her. safe and in her presence. “that’s actually lovely.” she informs. a smile sketches her lips as she looks briefly at her husband. hopefully bogum would not be too upset about the news. “will you be staying with us?” 

the slap on his back doesn’t sting, but it has bogum closing his eyes for a split second, inhaling sharply through his nose in an attempt calm down and to soothe the oncoming headache he can already feel forming. don’t kill him. don’t kill him. don’t kill him. the stars aligned? he’d push them out of orbit with their own bare hands if he had to; he had no desire to be in hyunmin’s company for longer than—wait. what? “you’re staying,“ he’s repeating, rather lifeless. it’s clear he doesn’t share his wife’s enthusiasm. so much for a bit of peace and quiet; his entire daily routine would be disturbed if he had to deal with this man for longer than one (1) hour.

but there’s something odd about this. for about as long as he’d known hyunmin, his brother in law refused to settle in one place for a long time. it didn’t make sense for him to suddenly decide to stay for a few months. “why?” he’s blunt about his wariness, clearly not trusting what seems to be a random decision but – knowing hyunmin – must be a calculated one. perhaps something had happened and his business had imploded, or worse, he’s looking to extend it.

at his wife’s last inquiry, he squeezes her waist a bit tighter, as if to signal her that she’s overstepping a boundary that she should be aware of: don’t fucking invite your brother to live with us. this woman will surely be the death of him, of this he’s been aware of since the day he met her. “nonsense, my love,” he answers for hyunmin, quick to step in. “i’m sure your brother has a place to go home to, somewhere he’d rather be than here.” a place that’s not here, with them, because hyun would surely drive him out of his damn mind.

hyekyung's exhortation was swiftly ignored. instead, hyun's attention lit up upon her question. his watchful eyes flickered over to bogum for a mere splitsecond before finding their way back to his sister. it was easy, so easy. to see the world of hwang bogum crumble. somewhere behind those icy eyes, deep behind the pervasive serious look on his face, bogum was yelling. wreaking havoc in the deepest corners of his mind. hyun had a hard time not releasing a childish giggle, he somehow managed to withhold it with the very last bit of composure he was still carrying. hyun living with hyekyung, his husband and their lovely children. that was an idea for the history books, clearly only absolutely fantastic moments could come out of that thought process. he wondered what drove his sister to even raise that assumption yet he gladly picked it up. "owww, hyung! don't be such a killjoy! think about it. you and hye can sleep in, spend sunday morning in bed and i bring you breakfast. some fresh orange juice, i'll make you coffee, get you crossaints. and we can have dinner together every day. that sounds like a dream to me," he concluded his picturesque imagination of a shared life. he did his best to season his tone with sadness inflicted by bogum's words but the tremble of his joke was too heavy to hide. maybe he shouldn't take it too far. as amusing as poking the bear was, ultimately he did respect his brother-in-law, even though it was impossible to come to that conclusion in this very moment. "don't worry, just because i'm here i won't bother you every day," he promised, tapping his foot against the floor as he took another bite from the apple. "as to why - work, of course. should've known those fools over here can't do it right without me, hm?"

[brhyunmin]

sowonbr:

as hands found hers, sowon keeps her response, leaves it unspoken. she knows hyun had made his decision. and that sparks something up her back. so theres no look over her shoulder. she does not eye the guest that she abandoned. he was not worth a second glance this moment and steps pick up, following the older vampire. sowon automatically knows what hyunmin is up to. his reassuring grasp something she became familiar with.

all eyes are upon them. the two demonstrating a show that no one prepared and sowon is reminded why hyunmin was her favorite. 

he had gifted her spotlights. something she was deprived from since birth. 

as the man of her hour opens the door, sowon curves a smile. thats her ‘thank you’. she doesnt free either of them from the grip however as she steps inside and gently tugs hyunmin after. a sign she was also eager. ready. anticipating for whatever he had to show. “too bad we can’t put on a show for them. it would have been fun if people saw what you do to me.” sowon says. theres amusement flickering her voice as she glances back down the area. the thrill of their future sending her memories of their first interaction. “but are you sure you want me today? i mean there are many new blood bags in town.” she doesnt help but question. although its said for the moment, sowon would do whatever she can to recapture hyunmin’s attention if it drifts. 

a chandelier's cool light suffused the almost cozy room the odd pair stepped into. red, baroque bedding on the inviting bed, a painting by an artist unknown to hyun and the heavy bordeaux velvet curtains caught his attention. he couldn't help but wonder if people frequenting this room ever actually had the time or nerve to study their surroundings properly. most of the time the desire for blood to be drawn and bodies to clash was overwhelming, a feeling hyunmin could reproduce. sowon's comment made him chuckle. as opposed to her, he enjoyed the privacy, he liked being away from prying eyes. it was one of the rare occasions where the oh-so generous hyun felt selfishness, determined to claim his prey for himself. "you should have told me you're into voyeurism. maybe next time," he said playfully and shot a wink her way as he closed to door behind them. loosening the watch around his wrist ( probably worth more than the room's entire interior ) he stripped it off of his hand and walked to a side of the room, putting it down onto a wooden vanity by the wall. "sowon, i beg you," he said, turning around to her as he opened the cuff buttons of his impeccably white shirt underneath the black jacket as if he was preparing for an artisanal activity. in reality he just wanted to make things easier for sowon the second they would get down to ripping their clothes off of their bodies. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't want to." the little preparation ritual had been concluded. he walked up to her again, towering above the younger as he looked down at her. those piercing eyes, once again. a book he couldn't read. in any other situation it would have bothered him, irritated him. but he granted the human her secrecy, her own reasoning for their encounters. he ran his thumb over her ever so slightly blushed cheek and could swear he could hear her blood pumping through her veins. hyun almost got lost in the sound, closing this eyes for mere seconds before they locked with her's again. "you're the only one i'm here for. you know that," he said, his tone not granting any space for dismissal or rejection of his words.

[bogdana8]

[brhyunmin]

brminwoo:

      minwoo’s head tilted at his uncle’s surprise. tea was probably the most common drink at the hwang household, work of hyekyung’s palate. he assumed hyun should have been used to his sister’s taste by now. she tended to oversee the entire process, treating it as a refined social event. her collection of fine porcelain cups caused the envy of many. she made sure they were treated with the utmost care by staff and guests alike. every day, whether dedicated to work or leisure, was accompanied by some infusion of leaves. his favorite time to enjoy tea was during the long hours of baduk games.

❝you should tell mother, but a family dinner is a family dinner,❞ his emphasis on the collective noun was evident. he stressed on the meticulous way of differentiating those who belonged to their clan from those who did not. such was one of the first lessons taught by his parents: his kin was a group apart and above. extending the invitation to friends and acquaintances changed the intention of the occasion. in addition, events where to meet with others were numerous throughout the year. the social season never stopped for vampiric society, or for humans.

❝aren’t you into way more fantastic things? is work eating you up?❞ he kept modest the reference to hyunmin’s partying. was it too early for his soirée planning? minwoo’s eyes wandered around the office pretending it was his first time visiting. as a child, he had asked about every object in the room out of curiosity. his uncle responded the questions with equal, or maybe greater, enthusiasm. somehow encouraging him to absorb all that knowledge.

hyunmin shrugged over his nephew's meticulous urge to differentiate. "it seems like you kids like to meddle with the others more than you would like to admit," hyun noted. you kids being minwoo and his little sister. the latter gladly filled him in on everything he had missed during his absence, the dirty details of love, war and drama included. bless jinri. her naiveté was greatly welcomed by hyun when all the others were too shy and abashed to admit their crimes. cowards. "either way, point of such dinners is that everyone is awfully awkward and uncomfortable and i enjoy the show." enjoy the show and eventually sneak away with ahin. the dry and honest summary of hyun's envolvement in these gatherings. has work been eating him up? hyun couldn't quite tell. the few reasons for his extended return were all work related. maybe a lengthy vacation wouldn't hurt but then again he couldn't stand the thought of laying in the sun without being able to take ahin with him. he could wait until they broke their silence. whenever that would possibly be. "work is fantastic when you are me. or work for sh. hey!" he broke off in his train of thought, grabbing onto the edge of his desk to drag himself closer to it on the wheels of his chair. "i should note that down. that's a good phrase for a commercial." he snatched a yellow post-it from the neatly organized colorful tower of small papers and scribbled down the words he had just uttered. "how about you?" he asked, running his thumb over the note that was now attached to his computer monitor. "don't you think you're destined to more fantastic things than the dusty rooms of the council?" without a doubt, minwoo was smart and in this moment hyun wondered just how smart he actually was.

[brhyunmin]

how in the world hyun managed to come home was beyond him. he was sure he had dismissed at least one stop sign, two red lights and got caught by a speed camera but the need to be home was so overwhelming that he couldn't be bothered. the blood on his hands smeared the steering wheel and the rearview mirror as he adjusted it with shaky hands, so out of it he forgot to put on his seatbelt. in the wonkiest way possible he parked his car in the driveway and forgot to lock it. not like it was easily accessible behind the high fences and surveillance of his property but the mere fact of his absendmindedness was worrying enough. it took him three attempts to finally aim for the lock with his key and two more to type in the proper digits into the keypad inside, one more failed try and the police would have shown up within minutes. lucky him. the events of the past hour bolted through his head as mere moments, fragment of a scene instead of a coherent incident. him in seungjae's apartment, snarky comments and anger. so much anger. on the edge of rage. then the jump, flesh and blood. all the blood. different than anything he had tasted before, coated in hatred, rejection and fury. the sheer violence of it all had hyun out of it. yet he failed to actually show the inner turmoil with anything else than oddly shaky hands. he tossed his keys in the direction of the small, sleek table in the entrance hall and missed. not bothered about picking them up, he made his way to the living room with the heaviest steps and walked into a surprise. after the mess of her birthday, hyun hadn't expected ahin to be here. she had keys to the manor and could come and go as she pleased and hyun thought that wouldn't be the case for a bit longer. he didn't feel annoyance over her presence or irritation or anything negative for that matter. instead, the sight of her on his couch soothed him. as much as it possibly could in his state. he looked down at himself, the previously white shirt underneath his jacket now stained red. he lifted his hands slightly, spread his fingers and examinated them as if he was only now coming to a sudden realization. his arms fell to his sides again. "i'm home," he said expressionless, not knowing the blood around his mouth could give the joker a run for his money. / / @brahins 

[brhyunmin]

hyekyungbr:

the mother hwang shakes her head at her brother’s stories. it was only him that would have enough luck to be up against a pregnant assistant. “well thats good,” she states. theres another shake, this time more faint. “no. i would suggest minwoo, but he might be too busy with the council.” she informs. additionally, she knows what her brother was capable of doing to her young boy. hyunmin's laid-back personality a clash against minwoo’s composed one. in the seconds after, hyekyung raises the fork to her mouth and takes a bite of the cake. “although try to find one that has a strict work ethic. none of those kids you seem to entertain yourself with.” its a small advice. and really, despite his behavior, her brother was talented with his business. she didnt what things to go to waste by a careless newcomer.

she drops her fork on the side of her plate and leans back against the cushion of the couch. theres a nod, absolute understanding and acknowledgement with hyun’s description of the hunter. seungjae was a mouthy one. much to both their dismay. “our visit was not pleasant. his courage both admirable but pathetic.” memories of their faint interaction earns an eye-roll; youngsters were out of hand these days. but unfortunate for most, neither her or her brother were willing to play those games. “make sure to keep him scared. even if hes talkative, hes obedient." in seconds annoyance rides on her features. the name of the young girl enough to put her in a sour mood. "shes been influencing jinri.” theres a frown, “we had a fight the other day and she was so unpleasant. started using such vulgar words at me. her own mother." 

hyekyung crosses her arms. she hates the reality that jinri was slipping out of her hands. once there was a time her daughter had looked up to her. "you also need to stop spoiling her. she’ll get out of control if she knows you’ll support her.” this was now an attack on hyun. his endless love to jinri both good and bad.

accusations of hyun having a poor time choosing the people he socialised with got deflected with a grin, a shrug on top. hyun knew very well not to shit where he ate, maybe one of his very few good traits included the clear separation of business and private life. he would practice this as long as possible, minwoo joining sh would be the first breach of this eagerly practiced rule. but hyun was convinced of making the best decision, ultimately. "thanks for your kind advice. i'll make sure to send every applicant through your careful observation first," he said jokingly, the plump strawberry on top of the cake finding its way into his mouth. the topic of the ungrateful hunter made him snort. one would think that defector would be content with the paycheck he received after successful missions (probably more than dear ms. kang over at the order could dream of paying her hunters ) would satify him but, of course, it didn't. humans. so damn picky. maybe it was the inevitable death that followed them on every step and brought such misery upon them. how very unrelatable. "thanks again, by the way. for taking care of him. that was a thing i felt like couldn't be sorted out by a phone call so i felt more comfortable with sending someone right away and you're the most intimidating person i know, so ..." the cake found its quick end and hyun was left satisfied. under hyekyung's watchful eyes, he carefully picked up the tea cup and followed her example, leaning back against the sofa's backrest. hyunmin had a hard time finding points to defend his niece. he knew exactly how she could lash out, what rebellion lingered inside of her, desperate to jump out at many moment and find its destined freedom. "me?! i wash my hands of it. for every single thing i get jinri, i give minwoo something alike. and you don't seem to be complaining about that." he tilted his head forward, giving his sister a reproachful look. he could only imagine how quickly a parent could slip into the role of playing favourites and from time to time, very rarely, he could see hyekyung genuinely try. "listen, if i could manage to make something out of myself, jinri will do it with ease. remember when i straight up punched that dickhead minho who sat two rows behind me and always mocked me for being chubby? you and mum thought it would be the end of me and look where i am now. throwing stacks of money at people instead."

[brhyunmin]

brseungjae:

seungjae takes a tentative step back when hyunmin stands fully before him, further closing the gape between them. his eyes boring into his own blazing with the rage he knew simmered within the ceo. it was a side he rarely saw of the eccentric man and to be quite honest wasn’t too sure it had even existed. however even beneath all the flare and flamboyance of im hyunmin he knew beat the heart of a monster, one that could easily snap his neck. 

he didn’t stand down, he fixed his eyes into a glare up at his boss sneering up at him. “and what if i don’t?” he challenges his “boss” he knew the man liked to keep his hands clean of any sort of dirty work, it was why he hired seungjae in the end? a disgraced hunter taking his revenge on the same creatures that stole his entire life away from him. seungjae didn’t care anymore if his rent was paid or not, he should have never agreed to this life. 

he should have never signed the deal with the devil. he could get away, leave this behind there was nothing here for him anymore. all that kept him here was hyunmin. seungjae knew he was being reckless, but perhaps he craved something more than his pathetic existence was offering him. just how far could he push hyunmin. his eyes flick at hyun’s movements watching as he tossed the file to the table in front of his couch stating his next assignment. he scoffs “catch your own vampires, i’m done.” he states his eyes never leaving hyunmin’s, as he turns to walk away from the vampire. the ceo spent so much time pushing his buttons, it was time he pushed back 

first it was amusing, somewhere along the middle it was perplexing and in the end it was just infuriating. the way seungjae wouldn't buckle, the way he built himself up to test out new foolish behaviour and acts of bravery. maybe hyunmin was just too used to people submitting to him. all his employees knuckled under him, big paychecks were the main reason people didn't complain even if work was getting rough. someone with morals and their own opinions that didn't overlap with his own was new terrain and he hated every second of it. above all, he hated how it worked. how he started to feel anger broil deep down within him, a emotion he rarely felt. he hated how it was seungjae who possessed the skill to awaken this feeling within him, the greatest of all shitheads he was ever forced to encounter. "you idiot. you absolute fucking dumbass." it must have been a carefully selected blend of several things. the long flight back to korea, the entire move of a lot of his belongings, the tight schedule between busy hours in the office and endless meetings all while simultaneously juggling family and a high demand ahin. and now seungjae pushing just the right buttons. all it of it was an unhealthy composition that caused him to snap for the first time in his life. he leaped forward, an effortless distance to cover for someone of his kind, as seungjae decided it was time to leave. with seungjae's back still turned to him, hyun's right arm wrapped around the other's neck, just the right amount of strength to not separate his skull from his spine. the other seized his shoulder, causing the younger to come a halt while pushing him down ever so slightly. fangs bared themselves in the darkness, leaving no time for resistance as they dug into seungjae's warm flesh with one swift move that broke through the skin tissue.

[brhyuna]

      chaerin’s eyes and ears spread like pollen in the air, but it was not enough yet. she lacked a name and a face to assign her hatred with. the thought of dropping her premeditated vengeance crossed her mind sometimes. she could be the ruin of all the hunters in a display of pure rage. ashes to ashes, dust to dust, for she was beyond immortality. however, word of mouth showed her a potential course of action.

a lone wolf chasing level a vampires. this did not surprise her in the least — for as long as she could remember, purebloods were the objective of treasure hunting for some. if they had not falsely declared her dead, chaerin would have been considered an elusive target. the key element of the story resided in his connections to a very well-known vampire. what power did he possess to command those death bringers? she wanted to discover more about him and the opportunity came.

haneul approached her, head down and tone low, with masquerade invitations for the family. thanks to a manifestation of luck, they were signed by the man she was after: im hyunmin. chaerin kept one envelope for herself and gave the rest to the youngest of the moons, under the agreement of getting her the most exquisite dress, my dear. haneulie, you will have fun. one of her many lies. diversion was a foreign concept for the girl she turned into a weapon.

and she upheld the promise for the night. while her beloved haneul looked magnificent, chaerin adorned few places of hyuna’s body with flowers, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. botticelli’s venus arriving to the party of the year. it was rare for her to be among a crowd of people. guests approached to see the moving ivy wrapped around her tiny waist, yet she wanted the attention of the host. her choice of little garments was meant to make an impression, especially when she faced him.

she spotted him surrounded by a merry entourage. he was meant to pose his eyes on her.

@brhyunmin

[brhyunmin]

it was undeniable, im hyunmin had outdone himself once more. not only did his crew manage to perform a near impossible transformation on the abandoned warehouse, but hyun himself was looking like a new man. the white suit with golden applications and the white cape held in place by a fine golden chain, it was an impeccable play between heaven and hell. he felt is was only appropriate for someone as devious as him to appear all white, as if god himself had just ordered him to descend onto earth, here to gift the peasants and mortal a day in paradise. the tiniest side effect to his lavish and neverending extravagance was that people approached him left and right, whether or not they could make out the identity of their host. hyun knew he would be granted privacy as soon as ahin would arrive, until then he throroughly enjoyed the attention he was being showered with, as always. the music in his ears was loud and the drink in his hand cool when he briefly averted his eyes admist a conversation only to be met with surprise. the daintiest fairy had made herself noticable, so slender and delicate hyun swore he could break her in half. her coy gaze met his and it immediately told him the little performance she was giving with her outfit and body was meant to be for him. he choked on his drink. was that really it? was he, im hyunmin, bender of darkness, ceo of a multi-million company, breaker of hearts really so easy to get impressed by an itty bitty waist? yes, yes he was. an excuse to the long forgotten conversation partner was uttered before he made his way through the few people that separated the two. on his way, he snatched a fresh drink from one of the trays that kept being filled up and were carefully guarded by the waiters and butlers that were roaming the place, making sure everyone's desires were fully satisfied. "the host of the party wants to let you know how exceptional you look. he sends his regards," hyun said as she finally reached the slender figure, reaching out to give her the drink.

[brhyunmin]

brseungjae:

“go to hell” he replies to his comment, he didn’t ever want to indulge the vampires ridiculous tactics of communication. seungjae always tried his best to make conversation between them as concise as possible, but hyunmin was hell bent on finding just the right words to say to tick him off. it seemed the vampire always knew exactly which buttons to press to get a reaction out of him. as he tried to step away from hyunmin hoping that if he was out of his sight the vampire would get the hint and leave him alone. 

hyunmin’s hand is on his chest, a move that wouldn’t normally disarm someone but the vampire exerting his inhuman strength still even for the most skilled hunters can prove a challenge. seungjae is struck immobile and he grunts, no choice but to have his eyes face the taller mans, taking in the sharp features of the vampires face, he relays to him the message of his failed mission. 

the truth of the matter was he had secretly wished that hyunmin would get caught, and be exposed for the heinous acts he engaged in. although he knew that if the ceo went down, it was inevitable that he would take everyone else down with him. “then maybe its time you paid for your crimes.” he speaks, a defiant gleam in his eye he raises his arms and shoves hyunmin hoping to catch him off guard and escape his hold, he was tired of working for this man and maybe it was time they got caught. especially if it meant him never seeing this creature again he would gladly go down he couldn’t sink any lower than he was now. 

in retrospect, hyun should have expected this. should have known that the casual tone he had adopted when facing the hunter would come back to haunt him, should have foreseen that the offhand practices he was working with would eventually find their abrupt end. sooner or later they had to clash, it was an unescapable fact he should have seen coming just as well as the fact that it would change their more or less stable relationship irreversibly. maybe knowing all these things would have foreclosed seungjae catching hyun off guard, stumbling a step back as the other lashed out to push. the welcoming posture of hyun's spread out arms vanished as they dropped to his sides. it took him a few seconds to process the other's guts that led up to this action. maybe he did have a deathwish and hyun would do him a favour by slicing his fragile little throat right there and then. hyun regained his poise, taking the necessary steps towards seungjae to entirely close the distance between them. less than an inch is separating them as hyun looks down at him, their foreheads nearly touching. "you know what else i pay? your fucking rent," he growls in a low voice. he remains in the threatening proximity for a few moments to make seungjae understand the weight of his words before he steps back. his hand reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small, black file. he carelessly throws it onto the couch table, having no trouble aiming for it in the dark. "this file contains everything you need to know about your two targets. get them. i don't fucking care if it's the last thing you do." actually, hyun did hope it would be the last thing the hunter would do. getting himself killed in the process meant he wouldn't have to get his own hands dirty when getting rid of him.

[starwarsolo]

[brhyunmin]

maybe this, exactly this fracture of a moment, a glimpse into a simple life, was actual pure bliss. ahin was one of the few people to ever see him like this, maybe even the only one at this point. hyunmin in a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants was a casual sight to behold, a cryptid many could only speculate about. it was reserved for cozy times spend with his beloved, both of them laid out on the generous couch, the youngest song curled up on top of him like a kitten, as always. the massive tv was showing a movie she had picked out, hyun only being able to follow half of the plot. after the seemingly endless day, drowsiness started to get the best of him. after ahin had spent the first hours of her birthday with her family, their afternoon had been kicked off with a little flight down to busan for the mere purpose of being able to have a calm dinner by the seaside. far away from the curious eyes of hwangs, songs, baes, chas and whoever the fuck felt the need to interfere with their business. no expense was spared and it was all worth it when a stunning looking ahin gifted him the brightest smile upon seeing the romantic dinner table set up by the beach, roses and candles included. now, after the flight back to seoul, they found themselves cozily nestled together, the movie mercilessly continuing its storyline. a pile of opened presents was stacked on the dinner table in the dining room next door, their worth probably enough to comfortably feed a family of four for a handful of years. his fingers were slowly combing through her long, silky hair, brushing strands out of her face. her breath was so constant and gentle, he wondered if she had fallen asleep. "do you want anything, babe?" he asked quietly, the wine bottle on the couch table had found its quick demise and he wouldn't mind popping another one open for the occasion. / / @brahins