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waking up in a world surrounded by flames ; if in the hands of gods you have lost your way

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ahhmnjoon·:

Upon opening the door Minjoon jumped surprised. “Oh, gah-d. Hi. I didn’t know someone’s here. Sorry. Sorry. I, uh, …” He gave one quick look making sure things were under control. Honestly, it was hard to tell. He cocked his head slightly trying to make sense of the strange sight. It looked like a yoga lesson that went rather wrong. “Are you… stretching or trying to prevent this bookshelf from tipping? ” 

“do-does it matter?” seunghoon managed to gasp out as he repositioned the shelf above his head, caught off guard from the sudden intrusion. taking one glance at minjoon, his eyes snapped automatically to the small screw on the floor, picking it up to place it on the nightstand. “clearly, i need to fix that.” 

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snghsl·:

“haven’t ever thought to bring a mortal home to meet the family, have you?” he laughs in suit, rather surprised that seunghoon had even had the time to court a human now and again; not that he thought it impossible. he was a rather handsome devil. “that’s one way to live, i guess.” a shrug comes to as he smirks at the question returned to him, almost certain he didn’t need to do anything to catch up to the regular folk of the world. “but if it were me in your shoes— i’d start by throwing away whatever rule book you’ve been carrying around ever since i met you.”

“no, no i don’t think i would ever want to do that. not unless i wanted to let any of you feed.” his laugh slowly faded away, he hadn’t been around that kind of scene in ages. recently busy with work, seunghoon hasn’t been able to catch up with mortals or those who stayed in the manor. gone for a few weeks, sometimes even months; he was constantly between going back and forth from different countries on business trips. fooling around was something he once indulged in, but it was hard staying interested in certain people these days. “i’ve lived many lives --- honestly, it all becomes repetitive after awhile.” 

all those centuries ago, after he ran away from his family before they could marry him off, seunghoon made sure to start living life by his own terms. freedom was scare back then, but after he met yeomna on the battlefield, bleeding to death, his fate turned around. “i wasn’t aware i had been carrying around a rule book. please, explain to me what set of rules you have in yours. maybe i can learn a thing or two.” what an interesting character, seunghoon thought to himself as he observed hansol with a keen eye. 

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snghsl·:

“marry a mortal and you’ll have a corpse bride soon enough.” he teased, his interest more in the idea of seunghoon trying to play catch up than the strange woman in the west who’d let delusions and obvious mental instability turn her into an appalling joke worldwide. “but i do wonder what you would do to make up for that much lost time.”

“well, i’ve dated mortals before, but that never ends well. and marriage... it’s never suited me before, i don’t think it ever will.” seunghoon laughed to himself, sudden memories and thoughts of pervious relationships coming to mind. “probably nothing, i usually let whatever happens, happen. how about you? what would you do, hansol?”

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“a woman was on the news,” seunghoon began, “apparently she’s marrying a zombie doll... though it looks more like the corpse of a child, how bizarre.” he chuckled mindlessly, though he aimed his attention towards the other male. “seems like mortals are loosing their minds faster than i ever could. i should catch up soon, shouldn’t i?”

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songxjaeyong·:

“i always have more.” jaeyong felt awkward when seunghoon would wander in and out of his life. staying long enough for him to get used to the older vampires pushy ways and dare he call it, flirting, before another span of time would step between them, leaving the vampire to readjust all over again. “hyung—” but words were lost as hoon spoke again, that uncomfortable gnawing guilt in his gut that said his attitude was often times far more than anyone deserved almost as painful as the thirst he had been ignoring. “they’re all annoying and i want to live in the basement.” he offered, feeling off kilter. always so lost in the face of caring or kindness. “you..sure took your time coming home.” 

“i was never fascinated by new technology, but you sure do have a knack for it.” he cooed, a playful smile replacing whatever hint of seriousness had traced his face before. it seemed like every time he’d return home, he grew more prone to surrounding himself in the company of jaeyong. at this point in his life, it was hard to come by people he was intrigued by, and it was even harder trying to stay optimistic about the future or others in general. “you find everything, and anything annoying. is there something you do like?” he quirked a brow, challenging the other vampire jokingly. “i had to take care of business --- ” seunghoon paused, studying jaeyong’s features closely. “you haven’t been feeding, have you?” 

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songxjaeyong·:

exactly how long were they going to speak for? jae noticed his vision starting to soften around the edges, the blur of an unfocused mind taking hold as he stared just passed the vampires shoulder, holding in a sigh at the unwelcome intrusion. they were seriously cutting in on his gaming time. he wet dry lips, unfocused gaze wandering back to the controller in his lap, and slowly back. not bothered by the silence that seemed to indicate his was meant to speak. “i suspect you had point,” drawled past lazy lips, the approaching dawn weighing like a physical presence on his shoulders. “but frankly, you talk too much. what’s the abridged version, and what did you want?” 

seunghoon hummed, “you play these games, with this technology... don’t you ever get bored?” although he knew the answer, he still asked, waiting for any kind of response, knowing it’d probably be sour than sweet. “there is no abridged version, listen to me, no matter how much of an annoyance i am to you.” his tone was soft, but firm, he wasn’t pleading, but he was commanding. this time, seunghoon was back from canada, the trip longer than the last, but at least he could rest now; not having to worry about trade deals, land permits --- money. resting a hand on jaeyong’s knee, the older of the two sighed, “i want to know if you’ve been well.” 

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snghsl·:

laugh caught in his throat, hansol finds himself tempted to take a snap at the finger, teeth clicking together in a failed attempt to nip what had briefly poked at his well carved chin. “better go round up the mob and their pitchforks to come and deal swift judgment.” he teased, twisting on heels to slowly step out of the bedroom he’d so casually invaded with stained palms. “ahh i knew i came to the right man — just follow my lead.”

before hansol could walk any further, seunghoon wrapped a hand around the latter’s arm, bringing him closer for just a quick moment. “i think i’ll handle the judgement on my own,” a cheeky grin displayed itself on his lips. “i’d have more fun that way,” he murmured, not bothered by his own playful actions, he let go and began to refollow. “you did, i agree, but really, you shouldn't try and get so dirty. even though red seems to compliment you so well...”

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snghsl·:

“who would’ve done that?” he smirks, following the other with eyes tracing his every movement as he comes to a stand. tapping fingers impatiently where they caressed and reddened perfectly white polyester, hansol tilted his head boyishly. “i suppose i should have knocked before i came rushing in here.”

“i believe...” seunghoon placed a finger below hansol’s chin, gracing his pale skin for a few seconds before retracting away. “i believe i have a suspect in mind,” he hummed, nodding his head towards his door. “my room isn’t a playground, not unless i want it to be. show me the way, let’s get this over with, and then, we can clean you up later."

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snghsl·:

“it’s not my mess either.” he groaned, holding palms that told otherwise against his hips, unrelenting as he stared across the room at the elder who’d not spared a single glance his way. “quit watching porn and come help me. please, seunghoon.”

the juvenile comment made his eyes roll, some people just had no shame. standing up from his seat, the taller of the two finally assessed the other from head to toe, smirking. “so messy,” he shook his head. “didn’t anyone ever teach you manners, hansol?”

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snghsl·:

“you need to come help me clean up the mess somebody left in the cell block.” 

“i don’t think i’d like to clean up anything that wasn’t caused by my own hands,” seunghoon replied dryly, not bothering to glance at hansol. his attention focused on whatever vulgarity that was being played on the television in his room, he crossed his arms, unimpressed by those he shared a roof with. 

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sabve‌:

Cupping his chin in a palm, Sabre perched his elbow against the edge of the countertop and met Seunghoon’s eyes, his smile growing both wider and warmer as their gazes connected and he listened to the other male speak. It sounded like his companions business dealings weren’t going exactly to plan, but he had every faith the man would turn things around in no time. He always did. ❝You travel too much,❞ he announced, rather matter-of-factly, a curt nod following as a soft chuckle rent the air from Sabre’s lips. ❝And too far, come to think of it. Want something to drink? I was heading in here for a whiskey, about to drown my sorrows alone, but you’re here now, and I know you missed me, so hang out with me, yeah?❞

there was a lot they mutually understood about one another, seunghoon knew he could confide in sabre, especially since they’ve both walked the earth for so long... it never felt awkward. the atmosphere never shifted into something negative, never without reason anyway, but generally speaking, seunghoon wasn’t one to pick up fights. he’d fought too many wars to ever get into a childish frenzy out of spite. “i do, don’t i?” he grinned, "you’d think after all this time, i’d let myself rest.” but he never did, maybe it was the guilt of becoming immortal, a sense of duty, seunghoon didn’t know why he pushed himself so hard. “old friend, i thought you’d never ask, but tell me, what’s on your mind that you must drown your sorrows?”

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songxjaeyong‌:

jae snorted in derision, ducking his head to hide the roll of his eyes. cute was not a word that described him or his actions. confused, as always, with the older males reactions, he grabbed a pot, filling the appropriate amount of water without even needing to read the box, before he moved to the counter, starting to measure, by eye, the white grains into a clean, empty bowl to save time later. a shiver ran down his spine as cool breath teased against the back of his neck, and he grunted his dissatisfaction at the way seunghoon always decided to behave. “then stay,” he mumbled, tone annoyed. “but quit breathin’ down my neck, and go sit back down!” he snapped. “my ego is just fine. mine at least reminds me to respect personal space.” 

even if he was told to vacate the area, seunghoon would have stayed otherwise. after all, he was here first, and despite not being childish in nature, he would have pulled that excuse from the back of his head. there was a certain rush of satisfaction, getting these reactions from jaeyong. he did find them entertaining, but he also admired how the younger vampire wouldn’t back down without a fight. seunghoon found this different perspective attractive, and it was no secret that he thought the same physically. “alright, but i do enjoy seeing you work so diligently.” laughing in a soft tone, he went back to where he was originally seated, keeping a steady gaze at what jaeyong was preparing. “i can respect personal space, but i can hardly resist being away for so long.” it seemed like bantering between each other became a sport, but his opponent knew how to play the game far too well. 

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xjaqk‌:

     jack did not miss the peek of the seunghoon’s tongue. it briefly caught his attention but, just as quickly, jack was redirected. “you. you are very rude,” he laughed, then offered a mild shrug. lifting a hand, jack tilted it side-to-side in a so-so sort of way.  “they’re still alive. that’s something, isn’t it? it’s been a while since i brought someone home but i’m open to sharing. plus, i think they kind of liked it. how often do you find a human like that?”

“sometimes, i think i’m a little too straightforward,” he returned the laughter, patting jack behind the back apologetically. "well it’s not unmanageable, just look for the fetish clubs, i’m sure you’d find plenty of willing pulses there.” seunghoon had been around the block a few times, he’d even watch humans bend at their knees begging to be turned; and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his stomach churn --- seeing how desperate some were to be dead. “keep your prize, i’ll go fetching for mine when i feel like going into the city, or would you like to accompany me?” 

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bnhw·:

so young and full of mischief, bonhwa had popped up on the opposite side of the island, standing over a wasted meal slowly turning to rot on the floor at his feet. so careless — wasn’t that how the young members were always viewed? too inexperienced to consider it a poor decision to be so sloppy with their pickings. why deny that stereotype when it was just so easy watching the irritation slip onto the brows of the older creatures? “oh gramps…” deceptive dimples popped as he leaned his chest against the counter, eyes flickering over the work the old man had brought with him. “have you forgotten, you’re never alone when you’re here.” he snickered. “what’s wrong with the studies? you shouldn’t play where we eat.”

“bonhwa...” he acknowledged, never amused by the childish antics posed by younger members of the manor.  “and you shouldn’t play with your food. i suggest if you’re through, get rid of it.” what a carless decision seunghoon had thought, why would yeomna bring in those far too young --- naive into the coven. though could he really judge? he had been young once before, however he had too many responsibilities back in those days. these children didn’t have to worry about much, not when they lived under this roof. 

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songxjaeyong·:

“to be like this at our age is really…” the words left his lips in almost silence as he crossed to the pantry, only digging for a moment before he pulled out a bag of rice of the instant variety. the less time he spent with the older vampire, the less likely he was to come back to life and have a stroke. “i’m not replacing blood with anything, i just prefer to still eat normally. if you’re so worried about my health you should leave, you’ll irritate me to life and back again.” jaeyong gave him a look, eyebrow raised, that usual set of annoyance in his features. “do you think i don’t have better things to do than notice when you come and go? you older vampires really. your ego is truly something.” a long suffering sigh later and he had turned to seunghoon again. “do what you want.” he wouldn’t listen to him regardless of his answer. 

rambling immaturity, it was something jaeyong excelled in, yet instead of defending himself, seunghoon looked away with a smile. “cute,” he commented, opening the fridge and reaching out to grasp the jar of fertilized kimchi. ever since he had turned, he didn’t find the need to indulge in human cravings. however, at company meetings or at social gatherings with coworkers, seunghoon made a few exceptions. “you’d like to think my ego is vast, but have you ever noticed that you aren’t much different? probably even worse.” walking behind the younger frame, seunghoon set the jar near the bag of rice. “i’d like to stay.” he assured behind jaeyong’s neck, slyly moving away to lean against the counter.

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sabve·:

❝No such luck,❞ Sabre drawled in an amused husk, emerging from the shadows of a nearby hallway and propping the counter of the kitchen island opposite Seunghoon. A ghost of a smile caressed his lips, and Sabre eyed his companion suspiciously, delicately scenting the air in a bid to determine just where the other vampire had been. His travels had a tendency to take him far and wide. There was no underlying aroma, however, revealing Seunghoon’s previous destination—at least not to Sabre’s nose anyway—so he opted for the easiest method of sating his burgeoning curiosity; asking. ❝Where you been?❞

“far from it, getting this land development permit signed off will be much harder than i anticipated.” seunghoon hummed, fingers tapping on the edge of the counter, his thoughts recalling the meeting he had a few hours ago. it was a tough industry, but seunghoon was exceptional at business, though it didn’t mean he hadn’t been struggling as of lately. eyes drifting away to scan sabre, he offered a friendly grin. “chengdu, china, i was only there for the weekend, but i may have to go back in two weeks.” a traveling businessman, it was a job that brought him gratification, even if he had only been doing it for the past decade now.