fuck a silver lining

[dazzlingkai]

Chanyeol for ViVi magazine

[brtaekyung]

bryewon:

in an odd way it annoyed her how surprised taekyung was to see her. if he had even attempted to put one and one together, it would have been an easy conclusion to expect yewon’s presence in one way or another tonight. when had she ever missed out grand missions like this? as the president, fieldwork was a rarity reserved for sensitive and exceedingly dangerous missions. admittedly, she hadn’t announced her appearance on this one but it was an easy guess. probably for everyone but taekyung, which stirred her irritation. “what i am doing here? what. the. hell. are. you. doing?!” every word of the latter sentence got underlined by yewon hitting his shoulder with her black clutch. he could consider himself lucky they were in public or yewon would have hunted him across the backyard with the pocket knife that was in her small bag. almost in high dudgeon, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, suddenly embarrassed over her wardrobe as taekyung’s loose tongue couldn’t stay in his goddamn mouth. “i– i couldn’t find any– don’t look at my tits, okay?!” she said, furrowing her brows and throwing a gloomy gaze his way. the flowy dress of song ahyoung just disappeared around the corner and the short glimpse of it reminded yewon of why she had approached the hunter in the first place. “so, is the room contaminated? do we need pest control? quarantine? because clearly you are sick!” she shuddered at the thought, the image of taekyung awkwardly stuffing his shirt in his pants would never leave her mind. “by the way. your fly is open.” just put yewon out of her misery, please.

“ow—hey, that thing’s sharp!” now incredibly sulky, taekyung rubs his shoulder the moment she’s stopped hitting it, trying his best to remember that this is the president of the order smacking him and for good reason. what is he doing? some kind of walk of shame. he’s surprised he still is walking at this point, considering the look yewon’s giving him is one of murder. he should apologize, but instead he’ll just make things worse. “what? it’s not like i haven’t seen them before,” at this point, does it even matter what he’s saying? he’s put his foot in his mouth too often; he should get a foot up his ass. “i just said you looked pretty, geez.” ever the romantic, this one.

“nothing happened,” it’s a bold-faced lie – the ‘bold’ being him even attempting to lie – and taekyung’s well aware that they both know it’s far from the truth. he’d just zipped himself back up. eyeing her, he snorts. “you jealous or something?” alright, he’s about to die. but truth be told: he doesn’t want to talk about it, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to be lectured. he already knows he fucked up, so he’d rather turn it into one big joke. he feels like it is, anyway.

“i’m patrolling. checking out the perimeter. whatever the fuck we’re supposed to do here.” he clearly hadn’t been doing any of that, but his ex-girlfriend isn’t the only reason why. his gaze bores into yewon’s, this time almost accusingly. time to flip the script. “hunting one of our own doesn’t exactly sound appealing when we both know who it is.”

[brtaekyung]

brseungjae:

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.” 

there’s no resistance from him when seungjae slumps into his hold, embracing him. all taekyung does, for a long moment, is close his eyes and breathe; his head full of possible scenarios how it could’ve gone, trying to find some way out of this. but there’s none. “i know.” he does know. but he also knows it doesn’t matter anymore. nothing matters anymore— his grip on the back of seungjae’s neck tightened, fingers finding purchase in his hair. he’s still so angry. frustrated that seungjae would be so incredibly stupid, but there’s something else. something he’d been ignoring because he thought he’d have more time to figure it out, figure them out, but jae had gone ahead and ruined fucking everything—

suddenly, it’s pure despair that drives him forward; knowing that this may be the last time they’re like this. close. together. his mouth finds seungjae’s in a harsh slide of lips, teeth clacking. there’s nothing romantic about the kiss, but it’s a desperation to let seungjae know. know what—? things that’d been left unsaid, left undone, and will continue to be buried after this. he's pouring his entire soul into it. it ends much gentler; with his forehead still pressed against his best friend’s, taekyung’s pulling back, almost out of breath but making sure to catch seungjae’s gaze. “i really fucking love you, you bastard.” his voice is rough, a hoarse whisper. there’s a long beat. the blood’s rushed to his ears. finally, taekyung lets go, and that’s the end of it. he’s pushing past seungjae, hard enough for their shoulders to knock together, heading for the door. it slams closed behind him. he never looks back.

[brtaekyung]

bryewon:

she shouldn’t be here. yewon knew that. she knew it and every fiber of her being felt the urge to turn around and go home. simultaneously she couldn’t shake off the other feeling that had started to comfortably nestle itself deep within her core, somewhere between her ribs. it was worry. eating her up like always. yielding, wielding, catching fire through mere thoughts bolting building up inside her head. a pile of what ifs and maybes that wouldn’t let her rest. the decision had been made when she bought a mask last minute and dug out a dress from the back of her closet. luck was on her side when she tried it on and it still fit like it was made for her. maybe in the end she was meant to be here, maybe that was just what she told herself to not feel so guilty. it wasn’t distrust that had made her slip into the large crowd at the warehouse. it wasn’t doubt in her hunters’ abilities or suspicion about conspiracies. ultimately, it was the need to be protective that was overwhelming her with every step she took, even as she sipped on a drink, eyes wandering through the crowd. this forsaken wannabe god of a ceo really outdid himself and yewon couldn’t hope but feel like im hyunmin knew exactly what he did when he announced the theme to be a masquerade ball. the anonymity was unsettling and at the same time it was what granted her the opportunity to be unnoticed by those close to her. the edge of tension was inching closer to her heart as yewon struggled to make out anyone she knew. until the universe came to her aid with a hint, a tall and annoying one at that. the lean figure of choi taekyung squeezed himself through a door, a poor attempt at going unnoticed. ‘put your mask on, idiot’, yewon thought, which he did mere seconds after. the awkward motion of adjusting his outfit and eyes hurriedly scanning his remote environment made yewon’s brows furrow. what the hell did he get into this time? maybe it was time to dish out an assbeating. half the way had been put behind her when after figure escape the same door taekyung had just slipped out of. she looked like out of this world, too elegant and noble for a godforsaken place like this. she, too, had forgotten about her mask for just the brink of a second but it was enough to make yewon identify her as song ahyoung, the oldest sister of the trio. the sight of her didn’t ease the president’s sentient, on the contrary. it gave fuel to her steps as she approached taekyung, easy to spot him through the crowd thanks to his height while yewon was drowning in people. “what the hell did you do?!” she hissed when she finally reached him, one hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving. putting down her mask wasn’t necessary, she knew he would recognize her voice and tone out of a hundred. too many times she had lectured him, too often they had exchanges similar to this. / / @brtaekyung

securing his mask back on, taekyung realized that he’s well and truly fucked. literally, too, but that’s not the most pressing matter here. he should’ve been on the look-out, of course. but he’d gotten swept away – as he always did, when it comes to a certain someone. he’d barely stuttered out a ‘goodbye’ with the weak promise of them sorting their bullshit out sometime later (when?) before he’d left, knowing that there were things they’d left unspoken that they needed to talk about, but also realizing that this is not the time for any of it. he wouldn’t be the only one in endangerment if they were caught, and – as complex his feelings for song ahyoung might be – he doesn’t want to cause her more trouble than he’s worth. he has no idea when that time to talk will be, or if it would even ever come, but he has to circle back around to why he’s here in the first place.

which was—oh. the mission. shit. right. what. he’s in a state of disarray, still trying to make sure his shirt is tucked in right. yewon would murder me if she was here, he can’t help but think of the president, inwardly wincing at the mere image of her berating him. he can’t say he’d blame her though; clearly his head is not on straight. it’s time to actually start doing his job and try to not think about the fact he’d just fooled around with his vampire ex-girlfriend. easy-peasy, totally. it’s with another groan of defeat that he begins his ‘search’, making his way through the crowd.

but he’s easily startled, on red alert, and this is evident when a hand’s placed on his shoulder and he jumps. that voice—speak of the devil and she’ll appear. for a second, he’s confused, his look of bewilderment making him look like a deer caught in headlights. of course he’d recognize it, especially in that tone. yewon. “what the hell are you doing here?” she shouldn’t be here. god damn it, of course he should’ve realized that she’d come, though. this isn’t a mission where they could simply fuck around (oops); she’d warned them ahead of the dangers it could bring if they were exposed. she’s there to keep an eye on them, like a mother hen. in a dress. what the hell. he’s eyeing it with something akin to befuddlement, and then, because he hasn’t fucked up nearly badly enough: “what are you wearing? you look weird—i mean different. pretty—? i can see your tits.” someone fucking stop his mouth from opening ever again.

[brtaekyung]

ahyoungbr:

❛·° closed — @brtaekyung.

          IT WAS UNLIKE HER TO feel so uneasy at a social event. ahyoung had always loved the spotlight, basked in it without a single worry, but then she had grown up: now every mask anyone else hid behind was a possible threat, and she had learned to sleep with one eye open because of it. nothing was safer than her gut feeling, and she wasn’t feeling great.

her long, black gown made her blend in with the party’s participants without much difficulty — her beauty was of no significance when no one could even pick her out in the crowd. still, she was a keen observer, and there was one person in particular that stood out to her ( he always did, mask or no mask ), and his presence had her confused — and worried. what a hunter was doing here was beyond her, but it was clear to anyone that he wasn’t supposed to be.

she strode over as casually as she could, not making her intentions clear until she had reached out for taekyung’s hand, ignoring the subtle spark that appeared the moment her skin touched his. «you stick out like a sore thumb,» she muttered, dragging him out on the dance floor and turning around to meet his gaze when they had melted into the ocean of guests. had she even been in doubt, she couldn’t be now — she’d recognize his eyes anywhere, and somehow she knew he did the same. «if i can pick you out of the crowd, so can others. dance with me.»

he knows what (who) they’re looking for. taekyung also knows that he doesn’t want to find it. maybe that’s why he’d been busy consuming whatever drink he could find instead—which wasn’t a lot, because apparently the bloodsuckers were faster at this whole drinking game. god, he couldn’t even get drunk, they ruined everything. though his sulk was hidden behind his (ingenious) wolf mask, taekyung knew it was rather obvious that he wasn’t blending. they were eyeing him strangely, and the urge to take out his dagger to stake one of them before they could sink their teeth into him was ridiculously high.

but all thoughts of murder disappeared the second a hand reached for his. his head turned and his eyes landed on her, freezing up entirely. he doesn’t know how he knows, but he immediately realizes who it is. almost as if in a trance, he allows her to guide him to the dance floor, unable to take his eyes off of her. even when her face is covered in a mask, she’s beautiful, carrying herself with the kind of elegance he knows he would only ruin.

“you know i have two left feet.” it’s the only protest he’ll give. she’s right—he hadn’t been behaving like a guest. that’s because he doesn’t want to be a guest. after a long moment of hesitation, his hands finally grasp her sides, resting on her waist. his touch is almost feather-light, mostly because he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to hold her any closer. eyeing her, he’s a mix of wary and curious. “why are you helping me?” she could’ve just let him be exposed. instead she’s helping him ‘fit’ in. if that’s what he’s doing, anyway. they’re so different, like day and night – neither of them would ever fit into each other’s world, no matter how much he’d once wanted to.

[brtaekyung]

brseungjae:

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. 

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.

[brtaekyung]

ahyoungbr:

          SHE KNEW HER STATUS WITHIN her society, and she knew now what being with a hunter would entail. but back then things had been different, and her responsibilities hadn’t weighed what they did now. she had been freer to choose then, and she would’ve chosen him — but that wasn’t the reality of her situation anymore, and she knew he’d never choose her back anyway. they belonged to different worlds.

still a foolish part of her had hoped that maybe they’d be able to have reconciliation, to at least be on friendly terms with one another, but maybe there was no such thing for ex-lovers, especially of such different worlds, and she was only left to wonder what could’ve been of their endless nights hidden away from others’ eyes, stolen glances and loving kisses that belonged to them and them only. 

so maybe she’d never gotten the closure she so sorely needed, and maybe it still pained her to think that he was completely over her, but maybe that was also the only way to move on. she could bury feelings that weren’t supposed to be there anymore. her life was a graveyard of emotions she was no longer allowed to explore. 

straightening her back, ahyoung elected not to humor him with any replies to anything but his question. if he wanted business, she would leave it at that — it was easier to look him in the eye and pretend she didn’t still see the boy she had once loved so much then. «it’s been stalking me for a little while so i would guess it came from downtown perhaps,» she answered simply, visage remaining expressionless. «you’re noticing it too, aren’t you ?» she asked, referring to the order in general, «the influx of level e vampires.» surely their hunters would’ve noticed the unusual rise of the ex-humans.

seeing ahyoung again is a hard pill to swallow. as much as he’d tried to suppress them, his memories of her are still clear as day – as is the one where he’d so carelessly broken things off, not providing any closure. but a part of him had died at the same moment his father did, so he’d shut off the part of him that’d been in love with her. all so that he could focus on something that’d been more important to him in that moment: justice (or had it been vengeance?) unfortunately, seeing her here and hearing her voice for the first time in what seems like decades… maybe shutting off didn’t necessarily mean he’d gotten rid of them entirely.

because he’s still standing here, covered in the remains of a dead vampire. a part of him clearly still wants to talk to her, or he’d head on back home to at least take a damn shower before coming back to track the vampire’s last moves before it’d spotted ahyoung. his head dips for a brief nod, acknowledging her story. he doesn’t know if she’s lying, but would she have reason to? well, maybe. “of course we’re aware.” the order has been aware of these happenings for quite some time now, yet they hadn’t been able to find much of anything.

but it’s starting to feel less like a coincidence and more like something’s going on that they’re not aware of – but if these level e vampires are being made on purpose, who the hell is behind it all? if they didn’t find out soon, it’d be a disaster. not only for the hunters, but humans in general. there’s a damn good reason why vampires are still kept secret; it’s to avoid an all-out war between their races. one that human kind would surely lose. eyeing her, taekyung is torn between leaving – for his own good – or asking her what she knows. in the end, his hunter side wins over his human side. it usually does. “you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

[brtaekyung]

zeminbr:

          HE HAD WANTED TO REMAIN ALONE after the incident that killed his parents, but zemin had learned that little in this world was easier alone. he had always been surrounded by people who loved him and for some reason he had thought that would never come back to him again after his parents were gone — funnily enough, the man zemin thought he’d see as nothing but a pain in his back had become his best friend. if there was someone he could confide in, it was him.

but this was a secret he couldn’t tell another hunter, or any human for that matter, and so zemin bit his tongue whenever he thought the thought would roll off of his tongue. the younger eyed the target taekyung had pointed out, and zemin contemplated telling him just how stupid he found the whole ordeal — not that it would matter: he knew his mentor wouldn’t back down until he was satisfied, even when it came to something as trivial as zemin’s feelings. «right,» he muttered instead, taking the dagger from taekyung’s hand. feet apart, head craned towards the target, zemin flipped the dagger in his hand once before watching it sail towards the target — he had always been good at aiming. 

and still, the dagger missed by just a few inches.

that was when zemin decided he could tell some truths — and taekyung probably wouldn’t notice the difference. «okay fine, but you’re gonna fucking laugh at me.»

folding his arms expectantly, taekyung waits, watching his pupil do exactly as he’d taught him with a hint of pride. it’s true, he takes pride in the hunter zemin has become, in the skills he now possesses. he’d been like a rough diamond, waiting to be polished. taekyung’s guided him, but it’s been zemin who’s done all the work. his dedication is what inspires even taekyung – and it’s that dedication that he’s missing right now. it’s seconds later when the dagger sails through the air; the execution is fine, but it’s not perfect. for anyone else, it wouldn’t be a big deal. but taekyung knows exactly what zemin’s capable of, and for someone like him, it’s sloppy. it’s like his head’s just not in it, and that’s why it’s off course by just a few inches.

in all honesty, he hadn’t truly expected him to miss. had almost believed he’d been making much ado about nothing; that he should believe zemin telling him it’s fine. but in his experience, even when the kid’s moody, zemin’s been able to hit the target without much effort. guess his gut instinct had been right, but he doesn’t bother to rub that in. he’d much rather hear what’s bothering zemin so they could work it out and finish their training.

and now that he’d agreed to tell him, it’d be easy, right? snatching his water bottle from where he’d discarded it onto the floor earlier today, taekyung takes a long swig from it before capping it back up to throw it over to zemin, sitting down for what he’s hoping to be a very enlightening talk. “i can’t promise you that i won’t,” he shrugs, but it’s obvious by the smirk that he’s just poking fun. “alright. try me, kid.”

[brtaekyung]

bryoona:

          NOW THIS WAS SURELY A sight: the small woman standing in front of a much taller man, entangled in a web of harmless plants. she didn’t appear as a threat to him ( though she could had she wanted to ), yet she eyed him curiously — it wasn’t often, if at all, she found herself in the presence of a hunter working for the order. it was with that curiosity present that she took a step closer to the man, hands behind her back as she all but skipped towards him.

«why ? are you in a hurry ?» she feigned a pout, obviously so, not really caring for the hunter’s reply — or his life, really. then again, that didn’t differ from her view on vampires either. life was fleeting even for the immortal, and she had no heart to feel for any of her own kind or humans: it was how she survived. «oh, well .. i can’t give you the vampire,» she explained, shrugging as she did so, «you see, i need it for a .. project of mine.» it was all the explanation she was willing to give anyone, hunter or vampire. with a simple flick of her hand, the vines stood in flames, but she was sure not to let it damage the hunter. surely enough, the plants were ashes by his feet and he stood untouched and unscathed.

«can i interest you in a cup of tea instead ?» her voice remained light, though there remained something in her tone to let him know that he really didn’t have the choice. if he was wise he would follow her inside, but if he decided he’d rather attempt to find a safe way out of her garden, he would have to stay for a while regardless. she walked away, steps light as her door swung open seemingly without her command, and she didn’t wait to see if he was following before disappearing into her home.

“i am rather busy,” hunting your kind. but he’s sure she’s aware of that, with him being a hunter and all. at the mention of a project, his brow raises, suspicious. by ‘project’, did she mean experiment? “and your… council is aware of this?” he doesn’t know her status within the council. he’s heard of vampires who feel no need to answer to them, but he’s never been sure if that’s for the better. the council had its regulations—would someone not a part of that heed them? most likely not. he wonders what’s stopping her from killing him on the spot, when suddenly the vines spontaneously combust. shit— oh, wait. phew, it’s not burning him.

still eyeing her warily, he shakes his head. “i’m not much of a tea-drinker,” although it’s not exactly a lie, taekyung would’ve rejected it even if he’d been a fan. he’s not about to consume anything this… witch is offering him. he’s been finding a way out since he’d been entwined (ha), but something tells him that even if he tried to leave, something unpleasant would happen. for now, maybe it’s better to follow her inside. besides, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about the inside of her home. ignoring the nagging in the back of his head, telling him not to do this, he walks in after her.

he’s not sure what he’d expected, but again, this isn't it. the inside doesn't look like a diabolical torture chamber, but hey, looks can be deceiving. the little witch is a prime example of that. after the recent influx of level e vampires, he’s been even more on guard than usual, but maybe it’d be possible for him to find some answers here. “so. you do this often, abducting your own kind?” he’s careful not to touch anything, already busy mapping the place (more specficially, the exits). “not that i mind, to be honest.”

[brtaekyung]

@sowonbr!

sighing, taekyung idly scratched his nose as he resisted the urge to take another look at his phone. great, it’s his first ‘official’ day of his three-day break and he’d already been stood up by his—friend. date. thing. he’s not even sure what he can call this, other than him trying his best to have a social life outside of the order. well. that, and it's lowkey still sort of order business. because sowon’s an odd one. being a willing bloodbag for a vile creature like vampires? he has no idea what she’s thinking, honestly. but at the same time, she could give him intel that no one else quite could due to her close proximity to these beings.

still, if he’s being honest, he’d much prefer her to quit letting them feed off of her altogether. their friendship’s a bit unorthodox, sure, because hell, they’d met at one of her part-time jobs where he’d realized her hobby when he saw the puncture wounds on not only her neck but also other places, and plain-out asked if she had a death wish. but he’d begun to care about her and her wellbeing. that’s why he’d orchestrated a day for them to have a bit of fun together, wanting to show her that there’s much more to life than simply getting high off of vampire toxins. but in order for his little plan to work… she’d actually have to show up first.

[chanshine]

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[brtaekyung]

bryoona:

❛·° closed — @brtaekyung.

           IT WAS A LOT LIKE FISHING. of course, yoona had never fished once in her life, but she could pretend — years had made her quite good at that. she had laid out a snare, one that was invisible by a spell she had quite recently mastered, and now she was looking into how to apply it to vampires. she would, naturally, not use herself as a subject, which was why she needed an involuntary assistant. she knew the level e vampire was close as she had deliberately lured it here, and she sat patiently waiting by the snare, playing with her hair absentmindedly.

everything had gone according to plan — the ex-human had fallen over and given yoona the amount of time she needed to hotfoot it to the vampire and inject it with a venom that wouldn’t kill it, only temporarily render it lifeless. vampiric strength made it easy for her to carry the level e vampire from the spot she had picked it up to her humble home, all the while being alert of being followed from a distance. yoona wasn’t concerned — she seldom was. having secured the perimeters of her property, she knew no unwanted guest would ever cross it.

rightly so, minutes after returning home, a groan was heard from her backyard as a human man found himself tangled in a web of vines that hadn’t been there until he had set foot onto her lawn. a snap of her fingers and she would turn it all to poison ivy, and yet she didn’t as she strode over towards him with a mischievous smile. «hello, hunter,» she chirped happily. «don’t you know you need an appointment to see me ?»

he shouldn’t be here, of that taekyung is completely aware. at least not without back-up, who have yet to arrive. but hey, when the level e vampire you’ve been following abruptly trips over seemingly nothing and is then pounced on by a tiny woman, who’s even able to carry it without breaking a sweat… well, you get curious. he’s already set foot in what looks like an incredibly bare garden, trying to secure the perimeter for when his fellow hunters arrive. everything appears to look safe— snap. shit.

within seconds, he’s been ensnared up to his waist in vines with a life of their own, and to his frustration their hold on him is so tight he’s barely able to move. this is great. obviously, the garden isn’t bare. oh, look, there’s quite a few pretty yet suspicious-looking flowers, too. taekyung’s kind of grateful for the fact no one’s here to see this; the entire hunter society would laugh right in his face if they knew he’d fallen into one of her traps so carelessly. in his defense: he has no defense. at least he’d sent them a message with his last coordinates, so they’d know where to start looking if he goes missing.

now where is this damn—oh, there she is—? uh. he’d only seen her once, vaguely and from a safe distance, but she is distinctively… well, whatever he’d imagined a crazy vampire to look like. she’s it. very evil and ugly. definitely. “i usually don’t make appointments with your kind,” he points out, drily. “but i’ll talk to your assistant, the dead vampire i saw you haul back here, when you’ll release me. how’s today in about five seconds sound?”

[brtaekyung]

brseungjae:

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,” 

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?”

[brtaekyung]

ahyoungbr:

          IT WASN’T OFTEN SHE WAS at a loss for words, but upon seeing taekyung again it was as if the air was punched straight out of her lungs. she hadn’t expected to see him ever again after their abrupt end, and maybe she had thought that would be for the better anyway — for him, at least.

she wouldn’t say it hadn’t hurt to lose him like that, only imagining the pain he had gone through when he lost his dad, but even more so her selfish reasons outweighed that. taekyung had been her escape from a life she wasn’t sure she had wanted in the first place. he had been a promise of easier times to come, from every heartbeat of his she had listened to as she rested her head upon his chest to every laughter they had shared. she had loved him then, at least she had believed so — in a world of uncertainty, that human had been the only thing she had been certain about.

and then one day, he was gone.

«you know it wasn’t,» she replied dryly, never having particularly cared for the tone of hunters that believed all vampires to be inherently and irreversibly evil ( as if humans, too, didn’t kill ? and as if that wasn’t somehow worse — most of them were at least fully capable of understanding exactly what they were doing ). taekyung was no stupid man — if anything, he was only too stubborn in his ways to see the truth. it was a war they could’ve fought side by side, had he been willing to. those days were long gone now though.

«maybe mine didn’t change as much as yours.» he stood free to take that however he wanted — the vampire would not elaborate.

the song sisters were notoriously infamous, even at the order. whether it’s ara, who’s always a source of entertainment, or ahin, who’s sure to be falling off the wagon soon – they’re never a bore, and he’s been privy to multiple ‘if i was a vampire…’ scenarios that’s made him want to slice his ears off. gross. ahyoung, however, is the source of all his discomfort.

very few know about them and their history—but that’s how they wanted it, even back then. the son of a reputable hunter, dating a vampire? that would’ve broken his father’s heart, if not the entire community. but he’d done the seemingly impossible; he’d fallen in love with one of the ‘abominations’. he’d been ready to quit the life that’s been given to him, if that meant he could be with her.

and then his father had died at the hands of a vampire. had been torn apart, dismembered, until even his own son had trouble recognizing him. it'd changed him. it'd ended them.

taekyung eyes her wearily. “i don’t know anything about you.” he’s curt, but it’s the truth, isn’t it? it’s been years, he doesn’t know who she is now, even if he used to know back then (that she’s ticklish right behind her elbow—) because it’s not like what they had was of much importance (—twists her hair when she’s impatient—) and they’ve both moved on from it (—listens to the same song over and over again until she’s sick of it completely—) but he’s also a liar, so whatever. he doesn’t want to talk about it; the past is best left there.

he doesn’t take the bait. “i’m not here to socialize.” and even if he was, she’s about the last person he’d want to do that with. he’s obviously not in the least bit curious about her taste – all he knows is that it’s bloody. “do you have any idea where it came from?” ‘it’ being the now deader than dead vampire. way more interesting than his ex.

[brtaekyung]

zeminbr:

          HE HAD NEVER IN A THOUSAND years believed he’d end up there, and much less with taekyung. the memories were still fresh for him even after all this time — and whilst their first few encounters had been awkward and strained, they were now closer than most other hunters seemed able to comprehend. so maybe zemin didn’t have a family anymore, but taekyung was the closest thing he’d ever get to one now. still, the younger hunter had a hard time opening up, no matter who he was talking to. with his mentor it felt even harder — never wanting to be a disappointment, never willing to show his weaknesses.

and haneul had become one. she was one zemin couldn’t discuss with anyone, least of all his mentor. he knew taekyung’s obvious distaste towards vampires, one that he himself had shared until just recently, and he was scared what this would change — for him. for them. 

«it’s nothing, taekyung,» he muttered, frustrated sigh leaving him as he ran a hand through his hair. «i really don’t wanna talk about it. it’s stupid anyway.» and surely it was — it had to be, something trivial that would pass. it was the only thought that kept the trainee somewhat focused. «i’ll pull myself together.»

“it doesn’t sound like nothing,” but taekyung has dealt with stubborn ‘teenagers’ (including himself, funny that) enough to know that they’re hard to crack when they think they’re in the right. not to mention when they think they’re in it alone, and that they should keep it all in, carry their own burdens, instead of troubling others with it. but he’s learned over time that putting your trust into someone makes all the difference. yes, taekyung prefers to work alone – but he also knows that he’s not. putting safety before ego is important and the sacrifice that’d been made for that realization had been high.

“alright. i’ll make you a deal.” he bends forward to take the dagger he’d put in his boot for safekeeping, “if you can hit the bullseye on that target—” he aims the tip of the knife towards the target at the other end of the room. “i’ll believe that you’re focused and we can continue our training.” also known as: him kicking zemin’s ass.

“if not—you tell me what’s wrong. i don’t care how stupid you believe it is.” raising a brow up at him, taekyung flips the blade over and holds out for zemin to take. “shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?”

[brtaekyung]

brseungjae:

@brtaekyung

exiled

exiled.

the words echo through his mind, and he hasn’t had the time to process it. the blood on his face still not even fully dry from battle. he brings his hand to his cheek wiping the blood from the wound on his cheek streaking crimson across his skin. his hands are caked with the blood of a vampire, the blood of a human life. an innocent human life. the life he should have saved, the life that would still be here had he not been so reckless.

his hands are trembling and he balls them into fists. his chest constricts and he finds it is a bit difficult to breathe. what was he going to do? how could he have been so careless? an innocent person was dead because of him, they would never see another day because he was so careless. seungjae had deserved more than exile, the president had been too kind to let him live after his failure. 

seungjae backs into the wall sliding down to the floor he sits down bringing his knees to his chest, hands won’t stop shaking threatening to come apart at the seams any moment. the sound of something coming through his kitchen window has him on high alert, perhaps the president changed her mind and sent a hunter after him to finish him off. instinct took over, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket brandishing a dagger. “show yourself!”  he calls into the darkness barging into his kitchen.  

‘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?”

[brtaekyung]

ahyoungbr:

❛·° closed — @brtaekyung.

            THE NIGHT WAS HER ALLY, yet after years of walking in sunlight she felt something akin to uneasiness in it. it was uncalled for of course, her senses always heightened during this time, and so she was safer than any other time during the day. maybe she had gotten too spoiled, too used to the easy drive home after a finished photoshoot, but tonight was different and the girl found she’d rather take the short walk home than wait for a taxi.

ahyoung could sense it almost immediately as the streets narrowed and emptied of others heading home after a late shift at work. she was a seemingly easy target alone, but she was a fighter despite the designer dresses and high heels, and the change of atmosphere had her walking faster, observant of her surroundings. as she thought, the level e vampire attempted to pounce on her, but ahyoung was prepared and faster — it missed her by only a heartbeat, and when she turned around to rid herself of the ex-human, someone else seemed to have beat her to it.

their struggle was short-lived, the hunter ( she assumed ) working efficiently to eradicate the threat, and once the ex-human no longer fought back ahyoung attempted to get a good view of her savior. assuming it was a hunter, it wasn’t likely that they had done so for her, yet when she caught a glimpse of his face her heart seemed to skip a beat — if such a thing was possible. «taekyung,» her voice came out a whisper, the ghost of something that could’ve been, once upon a time, still lingering. she looked at him and saw a simpler time. she looked at him, and saw something that never had been, yet something that somehow still was.

the influx of level e vampires had not gone unnoticed, so when taekyung stumbled across a recent kill – an unlucky pomeranian that’d been drained dry of its blood – while patrolling, he immediately abandoned his post in search of the culprit. he’d been asked (told) to report back at any sign of one of those vile creatures, but to his frustration he hadn’t even seen a glimpse of it. he’s been on the vampire’s trail for about half an hour now, but—shit. what the fuck. over there, is that…

taekyung’s already running as fast as possible, but the vampire strikes first. fuck. is he too late— no. the victim is quick, too quick, and the vampire misses her by a hair. the creature experienced a second of disorientation; taekyung immediately takes advantage of it. one hand enclosed around the throat of the vampire as the other drove the tip of a steel dagger through its ‘heart’. or whatever’s left of it.

the vampire’s final action is to a cough blood directly taekyung’s face. it spontaneously combusts into dust after. even after years, that’s still fucking gross.

crouching, taekyung looks for some sort of identification or clue as to where it’d come from, when a distinctive whisper startles the hell out of him. for a minute, he’d forgotten all about her, the victim, but it takes less than that for him to recognize that voice. “song ahyoung.” her name is said like a statement rather than a ‘hello’. he knows he won’t find anything that’ll be of use to their investigation, but that’s better than facing ahyoung at this point. unfortunately, there’s nothing left for him to assess here. “do hope this one’s not a friend of yours,” his smile is wry and lacks any humor when he finally rises to his feet. “i remember a you with better taste,” says the asshole with blood splatters and fine dust particles on his face.