phantom pain

the monsters running wild inside of me

[brseungjae]

hyekyungbr:

she escapes a chuckle. soft and almost inaudible. their situation was beginning to be amusing. seungjae’s anger was noticeable. moreso, with her heightened senses. if only he wasn’t so much of a dick, ready to explode all the time, would she have found him adorable. then again, he was a mere puppy barking back at the bigger dogs. that was still cute. “a second mistake” she starts. her amusement dies upon his remark. fun. he was so, so brave. “and mother leech may cut off a finger or two.” theres only so much patience she was able to uphold. seungjae was a true challenger to that. 

pushing herself off the table, hyekyung nods. “sure. but i need you to keep an eye out for the chas and songs. as i reminded you before, you’re also my little spy, sweetie.” squeezing everything she can get, hyekyung knows seungjae was capable of getting her some valuable information. there was a reason she kept him around, after all.

seungjae scowled at the use of the pet name hyekyung used for him. it was bad enough having to do her brothers dirty work the last thing he wanted was to be playing spy to a bunch of spoiled vampire socialites. he was aware of the royal family and the song sisters, all a nuisance in his opinion and wanting nothing to do with any of them, however all of them collectively were less insufferable than the hwangs and the ims. he unclenches his fist, at the remark of her cutting off a finger as a threat.

his mind urged him to back down from a fight however his stubborn pride was always a bit louder, refusing to lay down and take any sort of threat seriously from a vampire. “i am not a babysitter, and as far as i remember my contract is with your brother, not you.” he informs hyekyung. he was determined not to give in to her requests, and if she had a problem with it then they could deal with it. it was bad enough serving one vampire, he wouldn’t serve two. 

[brseungjae]

brhyunmin:

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.

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. 

[brseungjae]

brhyunmin:

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.

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 

[brseungjae]

brhyunmin:

there must eventually be a point where the two of them realized you couldn’t fight fire with fire. when one lit a candle, the other lit a torch, one would ignite a fireside, the other a bonfire. they would exchange jabs and acts of discourtesy until it grew all too boring, they got tired or one eventually burned their fingertips. either way, none of them learned. the discontent with which seungjae brushed off the topic of hyunmin’s sister pleased him. it somehow enunciated that she managed to step on his toes and not in a light manner. once more, hyunmin knew he could rely on his older sister. “listen, if you miss be so badly and cannot wait to see me, just send me a text. i know it might be difficult to admit a crush but i am sure you can find it in your heart.” just why in the world was it so damn difficult to stay professional with this guy? sometimes hyunmin genuinely wondered. he may never be destined to find an answer. “nope, we’re not done.” the faintest brush of their shoulders was supposed to be the final blow to their short-lived conversation but hyun had over plans. before the hunter could fully walk out on him, hyun took a few steps back while extending his arm, placing his hand on the other’s chest to hold him back. an entirely unfair move considering the inhumane strength of vampire’s, really. but in times like these, everyone used the weapons they had to their capabilities. “i’ve got good and bad news. let’s start with good. the level a vampire you were supposed to get ahold of, just to remind you, didn’t trumpet around how a hunter jumped him in your laughable attempt to capture him. good for you, good for me.” a dramatic pause. “but that old bastard told exactly one other poor vampire soul. just one lone fuck. who happens to hold connections within the seoul police department. and guess who’s company door they want to knock on now?” hyunmin extended his arms as if ready to either ascend into heaven or descend into hell. “yours truly. now, how do we feel about that, hm?”

“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. 

[brseungjae]

hyekyungbr:

she notices the scowl. but it was the subtle movement of his hand that draws most of her attention and a low chuckle emits maroon lips. “cute.” hyekyung comments. seungjae was no rookie hunter. hyunmin  was smart with his recruits and it was shown proudly in the male’s reflexes. but what was smarter, and made seungjae wiser was his choice to refrain from yielding whatever weapon laid in the pockets of his attire. being a woman did not mean her heart was less cruel "but quite dumb, aren’t you?“ the hwang questions. her expression does not soften as she leans back against hyunmin’s desk. "you might be doing the dirty work but danger motivates anyone to find answers. those targets you left go will trace you, and as careless as you seem to be, it will lead them to my brother. and then my family.” hyekyung replies. any mess up was a consequence. moreover they were playing with vampires, not humans. anger and fear could get anyone to do anything. look at the hunter, himself.

at his final comment, hyekyung keeps her face neutral. not entertained on his joke. fun, he was a courageous one. “did you use that mouth when you were also fighting?” she has to add, “cause then it makes more sense to why you came back with bruises." 

seungjae clenches his hand into fists, knuckles turning white from his sustained anger at the vampire matriarch, he had no desire to be in her presence any longer and to have his skills doubted by vampire no less. it was low enough that he had stooped to the levels of working for one he was not going to tolerate being belittled by one. there were far worse hunters than himself, and although he believes he is perfect he knows that a slip up like the one that did occur isn’t uncommon. he furrows his brow at her, lips pursed he counts in his head slowly to three to refrain from doing anything drastic. she might not have seemed like a threat but with any vampire seungjae knew better than to let his guard down even for a second could mean trouble.

he bit the inside of his cheek in attempt to keep his frustration and anger at bay response to hyekyun. sending a glowering look her way the words flow from his mouth unfiltered. “i’ll make sure nothing comes to you and your family of leeches, am i free to go?” he asks no wanting to spend a moment longer here.

[brseungjae]

brtaekyung:

absentmindedly, taekyung wonders how they’d ended up here, like this. they’d both been a pair of troublemakers, partners in crime, but he’s always been the more reckless out of them both; seungjae had often enough kept him in check, making sure to knock his egotistical behavior down a peg or two. if anyone was going to fuck up, taekyung had always imagined it to be him. but this—this is like a nightmare come true. what was he supposed to do without his best friend?

in a split second of rage, taekyung feels like punching him. he even moves forward, grabbing seungjae by his shirt and hoisting him up until they’re at eye-level. but then he’s pausing, his lips pressed into a thin line when he sees glossy eyes. “you’re such a fucking idiot,” he’s repeating himself now, because he doesn’t know what else to say. what can he say? he doesn’t want to continue yelling, even though he’s still angry, because it’s obvious to see how shaken seungjae is; he’s filled with regret about what happened, about what he’s done. but taekyung can’t reach out to him either, because it is his fault. it could’ve been avoided. none of this would’ve happened if he’d just called for him—

“fuck—” and despite the fact it feels like his insides have been set on fire and he can hardly breathe, taekyung yanks his best friend closer, pulling him into a tight hug, his hand cupped around seungjae’s neck. he doesn’t care that he’s caked in blood. it’s not for comfort – it’s a goodbye. “i’m not coming back.” not coming back here. not coming back to seungjae.

a gasp escapes his lips when taekyung yanks him by his shirt, he stumbles a bit in his hold, and seungjae closes his eyes momentarily preparing himself for impact. waiting for his best friend to hit him no doubt, it was the least he knew he deserved it for his reckless actions, he deserved worse than that. he had seen the fire in his friends eyes the rage that he had seen burn within his friend never once directed at him. however now it was different, when he feels his hand around his neck his eyes open. taekyung’s wide eyes glassy reflect the tears he’s trying to withhold. 

anger present in his features, lips pressed into a thin line but he hugs him and seungjae crumbles in his embrace and has his arms wrapped around his best friend. the partner who had been his home his safety for so long and now, now their future was sealed. he could never see him again, this would be their last time together and he wanted to hold on to him, he wished that this wasn’t how things had to be. seungjae knew the risk taekyung was in just being here, if the order found out then he would meet the same fate. ‘i’m not coming back’ the words cut through his own heart and he nods furiously arms holding taekyung just a moment longer. “i know...” he whispers, taking in a shaky breath. “i never wanted to hurt you tae, i never... this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.” 

[brseungjae]

brhyunmin:

hyun had all the time in the world. it was written in the stars that the two stark opposites were eventually going to rile each other up, so he might as well be as laid back as possible now. enjoy the calm before the storm and maybe poke one or two of seungjae’s nerves with his infamous behaviour. with gentle hands he brought the white cat’s face on his eye level, giving her a little pout. “who’s a good kitty? are you a good kitty? what a patient kitty.” his voice was sugarcoated to the best of his abilities, an usual sound and seungjae should feel beyond honored to be a witness to this rare occasion, really. he placed the fur ball onto the couch where she stretched her limbs and found a corner to curl herself up again. eventually, hyun decided to acknowledge the hunter’s existence and addressed him as he rose from his comfortable couch seat. “you have to tell me one thing. did this just make me look like a really evil super villain? i really hope it did. it wasn’t even planned!” with his fingers intertwined on his back, hyun slowly started a small tour through the living room, wondering if anything had changed since his last more or less welcome visit. like a doting father his eyes wandered over the few pictures that were hung up, as if proposing a redecoration of the place. “i hope my sister wasn’t too hard on you”, he said, actually wishing for the opposite. was sending his sister the most professional way to handle the events of the past? certainly not, but she was the only one hyun could deem trustworthy to divulge into his slightly less legal business and he knew hyekyung would be there for him when quick measures had to be taken. despite his full trust in her abilities of handling the hunter’s slip, he couldn’t avoid a personal confrontation with seungjae, even though he had delayed it for the longest time. the hatred for each other’s presence surely was mutual.

seungjae’s eyes narrow in annoyance at the ceo’s ridiculous act. the lengths that the vampire would go to just to get under his skin really got to the hunter, which of course was probably the vampires intention all along. to annoy him into submission. which at this point wasn’t working in his favor, the more he tried to get a reaction from seungjae it seemed the more defiant he grew in response. his jaw clenched as hyunmin waltzed through his apartment taking in its appearance as though he was considering sending in some decorator no doubt to remodel his home. 

hyunmin appeared like some outrageous cartoon villain nestled on the couch with a white cat he had somehow managed to acquire, it was no wonder his own pet was seeking refuge in his bedroom. the feline made its own distaste in the vampire known whenever he popped in for a visit. he snorts. “i won’t answer that.” he grumbles under his breath. the mention of hyekyung sets him on edge, his body going rigid hearing her name. he hoped seeing that abhorrent woman would prevent a visit from hyunmin but of course he was proved wrong.

“of course leave all of the dirty work for other people to dole out for you instead of actually taking care of it yourself.” seungjae replies not even bothering to meet the vampires gaze as he shoulders past him. “is your visit over i would like to get to bed.” he states not in the mood to entertain this vampire any further. 

[brseungjae]

bryoona:

          HER LOYALTY, IF EXISTENT AT all, remained ambiguous. she had even left her family behind for a life spent in her own solitude, deciding that loyalty was something saved for one person, and one person only: herself. she stood alone in everything she did for a reason — or at least, she had until he had come along and become a necessity in her life. she had always been fine on her own, never craving another figure’s presence, and yet when jae had become a more permanent part of her existence right now she found she didn’t completely loathe it.

she didn’t do it just for him, of course: every act of magic was selfish before anything else, curiosity always driving yoona to wield her powers until she had bled herself dry. she’d do it again until she had burnt the last star out, and then she would move on to other galaxies — that was her insatiable hunger. still, jae’s safety was important to her not only because he was essential to her own existence, but because she found herself caring: an unwise choice that she had no say in.

«then i suppose i’d have to make sure you wouldn’t be able to,» she pointed out firmly. she walked past him, pulling out a chair by her dining table as she did so, and within the blink of an eye she had a hot cup of tea waiting for him on said table. «sit, please,» she insisted as she inspected him, head cocking to one side. «you weren’t hurt on your mission, were you ?»

he tried not to dwell on the choices that led him down the path he was on. he knew he was still paying the price for the mistakes he made. his exile was evident of it. seungjae had never thought that the choices he would make would ultimately put him here, in this room. with a vampire witch of all people. he wonders if his parents or even his old best friend could see him now how would they react? they’d be disappointed to say the least, even the person he was a couple of years ago would sneer at him. 

when he found himself in yoona’s orbit he was just as reluctant to believe her intentions with him were anything other than pure. there were plenty of times much like this evening he had shown up bloodied and bruised at her doorstep, refusing her help out of fear that she would finish him off instead. yoona had made him tea plenty of times before, setting the glass on the table as an offering and he remembered all the times he refused until one time he could barely stand on his own feet collapsing in front of her, she offered him the remedy and he awoke the following day completely healed. 

seungjae knew perhaps it was a bit foolish of him to trust yoona, but the two of them were more alike than he cared to admit. both of them shunned by their peers for their actions. both of them forced to live in the shadows and forced only to care about a singular notion their own survival. so here he was once more, walking to the table he shrugs off his jacket wincing when the leather brushes against the deep wound on his forearm, knuckles purpled and red with bruises from punches thrown to subdue the vampire. he sits in the chair eyes cast down onto the tea watching as the steam curls up from the mug. “i’ll be fine.” he mutters its only when he sits down he realizes just how exhausted he is. “these are just scratches they should heal fine on their own.” seungjae assures her, he raises the mug to his lips taking a sip from the tea the warm liquid soothes his throat and he relaxes from the relief the beverage brings from its first few sips. 

[brhyunmin]

in the world of high society and elite vampires, it was all about asserting dominance. whoever saw themselves soaring sky high above the rest, could be lingering on the bottom within a matter of one social event. the constant shifts of power and social dynamics were an interwoven jungle in which everyone somehow knew each other in one way or another without even being aware of it. influence and control had to be proven over and over again, it was no world for the weak-minded or weary. and luckily, hyun was a man of power moves. it wasn’t that hyun mistrusted any of his hunters that were burdened with the mission of eliminating level a vampires, it was just that having the mere opportunity to check on things felt a little bit safer than leaving them to their own fate. at least that’s what he told himself when hyun ordered one of his lackeys to have an exact copy of seungjae’s apartment key made. ‘trust is a good thing but control is a better one’, hyun thought when he turned the key in the lock to be met with total darkness inside. just before he could close the door behind him, a tiny meow made him halt his movements. the cat he had nearly run over when the parked his car around the block apparently sought the sweet thrill of death and adrenaline and had followed him all the way to the apartment complex and up the stairs. hyun shrugged. some company until the arrival of that mess of a hunter wouldn’t hurt. little did he know inside another feline was already expecting the presence of her owner and only released a disgruntled hiss at hyun and the white ball of fur that was elegantly toying between his legs. he shooed the black cat off of the couch, which earned him an extended meow and within seconds the white stray cat had found a comfortable place which just so happened to be hyun’s lap. “we’re gonna do some waiting, hm? you’re gonna help me?” hyun said quietly, scratching the white feline behind her ear. the waiting game wasn’t a long one. soon after hyun had so deliberately invited himself into the hunter’s place, the lock got turned once more. he pitied he inferior senses of human, had seungjae been a vampire, he would have heard hyun’s breath from outside the entrance door. the vampire had no intentions of moving, he remained seated and in total silence on the couch with his little friend on his lap curled up into a ball. the light in the hallway found its way on, eerily illuminating the unknown environment. steps approached which hyun estimated to be seungjae’s, the man of the hour. “welcome home, honey”, he finally spoke up before the man could even properly set foot in his own living room. no welcome meow from the cat, how impolite. / / @brseungjae 

[brseungjae]

seungjae had come back from a mission his limbs aching from the battle he had to undergo with a restless level a vampire, subduing them was no easy task once they discovered that they were being taken against their will for whatever his loathsome boss had planned for the vampires. having to address im hyunmin as his superior was enough to make the hunters eyes nearly roll so far back into his head he was certain they would get stuck back there. if he had thought the president of the order was irritating, she clearly had not had the pleasure of having to interact with this man for an extended period of time. 

he never pictured in his life that he would be at the mercy of a vampire. the same creatures he was brought up his entire life to loathe and now he worked with two of them very closely. seungjae stood outside his door removing the key from the pocket of his leather jacket he unlocks the door, stepping in over the threshold he turns on the light by the entrance hanging his jacket on the rack. 

he stretches his arms over his head, hearing his joints crack the soreness in his muscles there to remind him of what the night had been, he had wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bed and put the night behind him. shadow his feline comes darting out of the darkness, her emerald eyes glowing in the soft light of the entrance, black fur puffed up in alert. seungjae raises an eyebrow at the feline as it darts into his open bedroom door. he wonders what has his cat acting so skittish, he walks into the living room and his eyes widen almost comically at the there mere sight of hyunmin in his living room.

the taller man sitting on the couch with a stark white feline of his own perched on his lap, hyunmin appearing like a ridiculous villain from a spy movie has seungjae tempted to strangle the insufferable vampire on sight, however he found that he has grown rather accustomed to having his rent paid on time. for a moment he wanted to ask what bad decisions he made in his life to lead him to this exact moment but decides that is a moral dilemma for another night. “i thought i changed my locks since the last time you dropped by, to what do i owe this extreme displeasure?” 

[brseungjae]

zeminbr:

          HE FOUND HIMSELF AT A LOSS for words, still so taken aback by his sudden savior, a stranger possessing skills beyond zemin’s own. he was positive he had never seen this man before, and he was fairly sure he had annoyed every hunter there was at this point — the young boy was eager to learn and there were only so many points of view taekyung could offer.

the other’s words barely registered with zemin as he took him in, distracted by the obvious hunter attire, recalling his easy moves as he had murdered the vampire. he was in awe of the act, immediately wishing to ask him for advice — but zemin’s suspicions stopped him: if he didn’t know this hunter, there must’ve been a reason for him not to.

«you’re a hunter,» he breathed, every question he had just been asked long forgotten already. the boy was easily distracted after all. «i mean, all of that .. you’re a hunter, obviously.» he was thinking out loud at this point, not sure how to approach the subject. zemin took a step towards the older as if that would prove to hold the answer to his questions. «but i’ve .. i’ve never seen you before.»

“nothing gets by you does it kid?” seungjae replies flatly, taking another drag from his cigarette, he flicks the butt away stomping on it with the heel of his boot. his lips turning up in a smirk. of course this new recruit would have no idea who he was, after his shameful exile from the order he doubt the president or even his mentor would dare bring up his name if they wanted to make sure their spots in the order remained in tact. 

when he watched him pull off the flip all his mind went back to the academy, to his training days when he watched his dearest friend pull off the same stunt with the same flawless execution, although seungjae had teased him relentlessly for being a show off, it was mostly a bit out of envy since he had difficulty pulling off such a move, but he would never admit that out loud to him, and well with how everything had played out he would never 

“consider it a one time deal kid, be grateful that i happened to be walking by because you’ll never see me again.” he assures him of that. there was no need to get a child involved in the matters of the order and his dark past, he would face his own demons being a hunter at some point. “however,” he ponders his next words there is no reason why seungjae can’t have mess with this kid a little more “you’d think taekyung would teach his protege that leaping around like a circus act is a bit overrated, nothing wrong with a good old fashioned punch.” 

[brand-unit]

[brseungjae]

hyekyungbr:

behind her soft features, and feminine persona was a business woman. polished tips were familiar with getting dirty. gentle smiles were comfortable with molding into scowls. and a low breath escapes parted lips as hyekyung walks around the desk. she hears seungjae. his words however, not satisfying her as she presents a hum. “an error?” the woman repeats. 

theres annoyance at the edges of each syllable. a failure meant consequences. now that damned vampire was on alert. a likelihood that seungjae and her would not get the same chance again. “an error puts my family on the line.” hyekyung voices and shes in front of the fellow hunter. her darkened stare watches, unimpressed as fingers reach to gently hold the taller’s chin. “an error puts you and i in trouble.” she again speaks and theres an emphasis on her statement. hyekyung was unlike most in a power of position. she wasn’t one to hit ( unless it was necessary ) and kept to harsh words and strong glares. 

eventually removing her grasp on the younger, she folds her arms. shes calm and its dangerous. “how can you be assured that next time the magic will be sealed?”

seungjae clenches his jaw when she holds his chin in her hand, he could feel the pointed end of her nails dig just a touch into the flesh and he scowls down at hyekyun, his hand hovers over his back pocket to where he knows he has a throwing knife tucked away but he sets his hand to rest to his side. hyunmin wouldn’t be too thrilled if he attempted to kill his frigid sister. she releases him from her grip and he meets her eyes once more. “what danger does it put your family in if it is my face at the forefront committing your crimes for you?” he answers lowly her question with another question. it was true if he had been caught it would be him to pay the price, hyunmin had already made it very clear what he was capable of doing to seungjae and at this point he hated himself enough for being entangled with monsters in the first place.

“if you’d like i can demonstrate the new weapons on you to make sure they are working properly.” seungjae speaks with candor, an edge to his words laced with his irritation of being put in this situation of having to deal with hwang hyekyun. 

[brseungjae]

brtaekyung:

fuck. part of him still can’t believe this is happening. seungjae looks—different, not like the seungjae that he’s become so familiar with. instead of the cocksure, playful, yet completely earnest hunter who taekyung’s always simultaneously admired and envied, he looks… splintered. taekyung’s never seem him cower like this; it’s unsettling and makes him want to shake him until he’s back to normal. he wants to tell him to stop, to pick himself up and to prove that he’s better than this, prove that he can make amends. but it’s not that easy, is it? nothing’s ever going to be normal again.

“i know i shouldn’t be here,” but does it really look like he gives a fuck right now? instead he’s pacing through the apartment so familiar to him it’s almost been like a second home, the tattered couch he’s crashed on so often now about to become nothing but a vague memory. this is the last time i’ll be here, he fully realizes, because he doesn’t have another option. they don’t have another option. this is really happening—the order won’t allow seungjae back in, that the president had made clear to him, and they sure as hell won’t ever allow taekyung to come here once they find out.

the anger returns, fueled anew. “why did you call for back-up? why didn’t you call for— for me?” his voice cracks on that last word. he might be seething, but it’s a sense of betrayal that’s driving him. “was your ego really more important than a life?” he swallows thickly. “was it more important than your life?”

there was no explanation for why he hadn’t called for help or backup, he knows that was the right thing to do. he knew he should have the second he was overwhelmed instead of thinking he could everything on his own. seungjae had spent so much of his life doing everything for himself he knew asking for help was the right thing to do, yet taekyung had stated it so simply. it was his damned ego, his belief he could everything on his own with no help from anyone. with his parents gone, and all he had was himself and when he came to the order he had taekyung, the one person who had been by his side through it all.

now he had gone and broken that tie, severed the bond that would keep him tethered to the order all because of his own god damned pride. seungjae’s eyes close and the memory still right at the surface, the screams from the innocent life lost as the vampires tore the victim to pieces. his eyes fly open and he’s shaking his head, recoiling from taekyung. “i, i should have called for help, i should have done something...” he’s speaking his words are frantic he looks down at his hands the dried blood makes him sick. 

“it wasn’t more important, it wasn’t i wanted to help i wanted to help and they’re dead, they’re dead.. its my fault. its my fault tae...” his voice cracks and there’s tears in his eyes, he can’t stop them from spilling over his eyes. seungjae wishes nothing more than being able to go back in time and reverse the damage he had done. 

[ryn-s]

Woo Do Hwan as Seok Dongcheol

[brseungjae]

zeminbr:

          HE COULD TAKE A VAMPIRE by now. zemin was a quick learner and just months after having been taken into training had he begged his mentor to get out in the field on his first mission. the boy had learned from his mistakes since then and he still was his own biggest critic. he seemed to stop at nothing until he had gotten everything right, perfecting his role as a hunter, eradicating every threat before the ex-humans could leave tragedy in their wake. he had begun to see, just recently, just what it was he was fighting for, and it was worth it.

but even then, zemin was still just a young boy, and whilst he tried not to let pride go to his head, he was inattentive at times he shouldn’t be. had it not been for the mysterious stranger that had showed up at the time he did, the hunter would’ve been dead now, or perhaps merely hurt badly enough to fight the vampire off but spare its life. zemin wasn’t sure what outcome would be worse, but he knew what would’ve humiliated him most. this, however, had him surprised, and he felt himself freeze out of pure confusion if for only a moment. he was positive he had never seen this, most likely, hunter before, and it had the boy hesitant. but unfamiliarity aside, the man had saved zemin’s life, and the least he could do was repay that.

dodging another attack from the remaining vampire, zemin wielded his weapon in time to wound the ex-human, but it was only enough to wound the creature. it let out a shriek and buckled over for a second, which was all the young hunter needed to backflip and drive his dagger through the vampire’s back and straight into its heart. barely a moment later, his dagger was pointing into nothing and the creature was a pile of dust by zemin’s feet. he straightened his back to look for the other, confusion still evident on his visage. «thanks,» he exclaimed, though his tone sounded more like a question. «who — who are you ?» not just anyone could do what he had just did.

seungjae watched the younger hunter, he took a step forward drawing his blade out once more to aid the hunter but when he saw him pull a move he had only seen another hunter he had done before he froze in his tracks. it was a bit of an extravagant move the flip and the way he whipped out his weapon. it reminded him of... no. he hadn’t thought of him in quite some time. he pushes the thought to the back of his mind to deal with later.

he approaches the younger hunter, keeping his distance still. seungjae puts his dagger away the only good thing about dust is the wind would eventually blow it away. no evidence left behind of the battle that took place only moments ago. he takes in the appearance of this hunter, his lithe build, wide eyes and all. so these were the new recruits of the order?  “you should be lucky i happened to be nearby why were you out on your own?” jae asks reaching into his pocket he removes a cigarette from a pack putting it between his fingers taking out a lighter he lights it up, bringing it to his lips he takes a drag blowing the smoke upwards. 

the hunter may be good but it was obvious he was still in no way ready to be out on his own without someone. “does your mentor know you’re out here by yourself kid, shouldn’t you be in bed?” he snorts.

[bryoona]

❛·° closed — @brseungjae.

          SHE INSPECTED THE BLADE SEUNGJAE had discarded of on her kitchen counter, frustration evident for the both of them. yoona promised him her help, and no matter how morally ambiguous she truly was a promise was still a promise. and she hadn’t been able to keep hers.

«odd,» the witch exclaimed, second time in a row as she flipped the weapon over whilst barely touching it. if it was strong enough to weaken a level a vampire, she could only imagine what it would do to her, but if it was as jae said and magic no longer ran through the steel of the blade it posed no threat to her. of course, it didn’t escape her mind that maybe it was a trap of sorts, but she needed his trust for his protection. in a swift motion, the vampire had lifted the knife and moved it along the palm of her hand — and surely enough, it only stung a little before the wound sealed itself just as quickly as any damage against her pale skin would. she frowned at that, disappointed in her own work, and tossed the blade back onto the counter. 

deflating slightly, she sent jae another apologetic look. «i’m sorry. i’ll look into it, okay ? that’s never happened before.» surely enough, she was always careful to give jae the best she had — no spell was ever too good for any weapon he wielded, especially when with a level a vampire, dormant or not. never once had it failed before.

[brseungjae]

he hadn’t meant to barge in on yoona in the manner in which he did, his frustration with his meeting had been less than pleasant for him. yoona hadn’t deserved his displaced anger at that infuriating hwang but he was peeved to know that a mission that should have been simple had gone so horribly wrong. all of which could have been avoided had the proper precautions been taken. he knew of yoona’s capabilities he had heard of the witch even when he was still with the order. she was someone that they had told him not to trust.

seungjae never imagined he would be standing her home like this, and that the two of them would have formed a mutual alliance. he stood looking at all the shelves that housed books and vials filled with different liquids and plants, the scent of incense always burning in her home that filled his nostrils. the scent was lavender and it reminded him of her each time he smelled it. 

he had been frustrated entering and now seeing her deflate, jae felt his own anger begin to dissolve. a headache forming in the front of his head. he expels a sigh. “very well, i just... can’t have this happen again. if i have to deal with the hwangs again  i’ll take that dagger and gouge my own eyes out with it.” he speaks bluntly, never missing an opportunity to bash his boss and his bosses family. 

[brseungjae]

brtaekyung: 

‘you’re shitting me.’

that’s what he’d said when they’d delivered the news to him. he’d even laughed incredulously. impossible, it had to be a hoax. some elaborate joke that everyone’s in on except for him; seungjae’s playing one of his dumbass tricks in an attempt to spook him. he’d almost rolled over and gone back to sleep, a well-deserved nap after the day he’d had – but when the hunter insisted he’d come and talk to their president, he’d begrudgingly pulled himself from their sofa. it’s not until taekyung saw the look on her face that he realized it wasn’t a scheme, staring at her with a blank face as she retold the entire story. as she’d told him the repercussions.

he should’ve been there. he should’ve been there to help—to prevent all of this from happening. it’s all he’d been able to think about when he’d been requested to terminate all contact with his best fucking friend, nodding dully like the dutiful soldier he’s expected to be. he’d already known he wouldn’t be able to honor that agreement. he’s sure their leader did too, yet she’d left him alone despite that. he’d left not even a minute later.

and now he’s here, and seungjae’s caked in so much blood it’s nauseating. “it’s me,” who else would climb through his damn window? “it’s me, you piece of shit.” after denial and guilt, he’s reached the stage of anger. he’s pissed off, that much is obvious. he thinks he has the right to be, considering all that’s happened within the span of twenty-four hours. his fingers are balled into fists and he’s shaking with suppressed rage, still trying to wrap his head around it all. “what the fuck did you do?” his tone is accusatory. he knows what happened but he wants to hear it from seungjae. “what the hell happened?”

seungjae lowers his hand, the weapon is shaking in his own hand before it falls out of his hand the metal clanking against the hardwood floor of the kitchen. he sees taekyung standing before him and all he wants to do is shrink away from him and not be seen by anyone. the face of his best friend is a mixture of emotions flashing across his expressive eyes. the tone in his voice cuts through him, he can hear it hear the accusation in his voice and he never thought in a million years he would have been on the receiving end of his best friends fury. 

“i--” his voice cracks, he can’t speak he casts his eyes away from him. he’s so ashamed he can’t look him in the eyes, the scene so fresh in his his mind. watching as an innocent life was taken right in front of him, all because he thought he could handle himself. seungjae knew he should have called for help, he should have done something but he wanted to prove himself, wanted to prove that he was a capable hunter like his mentors and the president, like his parents had been. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry..,” it keeps coming out he keeps apologizing but his empty words won’t bring that person back from the dead, it won’t change the outcome. “i fucked up tae, i thought i could, i thought i could...” he tries to take a deep breath but finds himself shaking all over the reality of the situation sinking in all over again. “you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t be here tae,”