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[HIATUS UNTIL 03.31] krystal. xxiii. omega. gangnam area pack.

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[mnlohan-blog]

(🐶) — ❝ puppy rescue. ❞

— @mnkrystal​ ;

the day was coming to an end, dark sky filled with shining stars as a full moon casted dimmed light upon the shadowy streets. lohan had just finished up his shift at the dog cafe, leaving a little later than usual as he was assigned to close up. now, he was on his way back to his apartment, walking the usual route along the outskirts of the city. a few busses passed on occasion through the silent streets, some of which stopped near his destination, but lohan decided to enjoy some fresh air and stretch his legs for once.

however, the silent evening was interrupted by what seemed like a cry for help — an agonizing cry at that, causing the teenager to flinch and halt in his steps. ❝ what the hell was that? ❞ he whispered to himself, shifty eyes scanning his surroundings before his ears perked up as the sound repeated itself. 

was it a dog? it surely sounded like a dog in pain.

not a moment was wasted as lohan rushed into the direction the noises were coming from, crossing some abandoned train tracks and into a small area, thickly covered in gigantic trees. branches cracked and leaves rustled as the teen carefully manouvred through the woods, gaze shifting left and right in search for the damsel in distress. he was nearby — lohan could feel it. however, the many trees and large leaves provided only a little line of sight. he could be walking right into a predator’s trap and he wouldn’t even notice it until it was too late.

then, finally, lohan reached an open area. his eyes lowered to the grass, where, at last, he found the cause of the noises. taking a step closer, coal orbs widened at the sight of a strangely familiar female on the ground, a thin ankle stuck between sharp blades of a bear trap. 

❝ holy shit. ❞ lohan gasped, hesitantly crouching beside the female, long fingers reaching out to brush dark hair from her face.  ❝ k-krystal? noona, is that you? ❞ he shortly cupped her cheek, checked to see if she was concious before averting his gaze to the bear trap, searching for any mechanism that could undo the trap. chances were small however, that this so happened to be a ‘human friendly’ type of trap.  ❝ how the hell did you get yourself stuck in this situation? ❞ lohan questioned, more to himself than her, really. 

closing his eyes momentarily, lohan took a deep breath, tracing the bloody trap with the tips of his fingers before eyelids parted and narrowed at the metal. an intense glare was all it took for the spring to open and the teen quickly pulled out the female’s leg just before his abilities failed him and the trap closed on itself. ❝ shit —  ❞ lohan heaved out, falling back onto the grass,  ❝ are you… okay?  ❞

[ex-mnkrystal]

she came to the woods in hopes of calming the bloodthirst of the beast dwelling inside her. nine months since she was bit by that damn bastard in her english class, and yet everything still feels strange. everything felt overwhelming; the heightened senses, the agility, the strength. it’s not like guidebooks and user manuals on “how to be a perfect werewolf” are easily found in local bookstores anyway. most of what she knew relied on her prior knowledge of supernatural creatures (guess pop’s old and dusty books really have a use after all) and a couple of things she picked up from her alpha and packmates when they tag her along for a run. 

you would think she’s smart enough to at least know how to be careful when she’s out on her own, but guess where she eventually ended up: an actual trap (and made of silver at that). the evening breeze felt nice and krystal was literally minutes away from wrapping up her hunt when her leg got caught beneath a strategically placed pile of leaves. the more she tried to shake the thing off, the tighter it gripped, cutting through the fur and burning her skin. the searing pain became unbearable and despite what seem to be endless screaming, no one will come to help. not at this deep part of the forest. the last thing she remembers was a vision of trees and the wilderness fading to black.

the gentle taps on her cheek slowly brought her back to consciousness, whimpering at the slightest movement of her leg. her eyes opened to another familiar pair staring back at her, the expression on his face laced with genuine concern. she wasn't expecting this. hell, she wasn't even expecting to wake up at all. the trap was there for obvious reasons. the smallest of distractions can ultimately lead to her death, if not by her hands, then by another.

"i-i'm fine." her voice barely came out as a whisper as she struggled to get up, only to fall back with a thud. she was back in her human form--- completely naked with blood dried up around her mouth--- a horrible sight. she had no idea how to explain the situation to the younger. did he saw her transform from wolf to human? if he did, why is he not running away? they weren't exactly friends, to begin with. she worked with him not long ago in a dog cafe, one of her attempts to take a part-time job, which of course was a rendesvouz quickly ended after only a couple of days since she always shows up late or starts stupid arguments with the customers. lohan is that nice kid who saved her ass in more than one occasion and now, he saved her again.

[ex-mnkrystal]

of wolfsbane and dead man’s blood;

[ex-mnkrystal]

kihyunxmn:

only seconds need to flit on by before Kihyun’s boiling point lingers on bubbling over of course, though desperately trying to keep a lid on his temper for both his own and Krystal’s sake, the vampire forces back a hoarde of sarcastic, nasty little comments (for the time being that is) instead, opting to stare the human down as his chin came to rest against her shoulder with such… a wonderfully arrogant smile; knowing that sooner or later, one… if not both of the pair would certainly get their fill. now ‘fill’ could be taken in several ways as one would assume, in the more literal sense this time, it could be both Kihyun and Krystal tearing the human apart to feed; he dibs from the torso up, leaving the lady to rip his guts to shreds as easy if it were playdough spaghetti through those dinky machines. On the other hand (and also possible to be taken as literal too) would be the shared lustful desires their species so happened to embody, they were just kids in essence, looking for the next kick, whether that physical urge played out with one another or by helping the other to find a one-night trash bag, who could have known. “hmm… you know what, call me Jigsaw but I think we should play a little game. If our friend here is man enough.” Though his eyes were dark with the impending exertion, knowing fine well that he held the upper hand, Kihyun (with Krystal still swamped by his arms) span to face the bar, ordering three sleepy hollow shots, an egotistical smirk found its way onto his lips, pushing the glass toward the human. “30ml of absinthe with double that in mezcal then light ‘em up. My favourite. Enjoy.” with total disregard for others perhaps noticing, Kihyun blew the flame from the shot, instantly downing it with a contented groan, relinquishing his grasp on Krystal before slamming the shot glass down; shattering into hundreds of segments, embedded in his palm without even a flicker of grimace, then of course, the vampire’s fangs threatened to protrude as in the blink of an eye, Kihyun’s (newly fashioned, glass knuckle duster) fist struck the male square in the jaw, fragments of the razor sharp shot glass sinking into his flesh–sure it wasn’t around his vitals, but he’s just warming up, confirmed with a snarl of “whoops! should have warned you, I like violent games, ones that are a real…” pressing his index finger to his middle digit, Kihyun drove them into the male’s right eye socket, delving as far into the orifice as was necessary, certain that shards of glass were now sinking their way into his peeper. “eye opener.”

(tw; violence)

her attention drifts to the small crowd gathered due to the commotion they caused earlier. they didn’t have to say anything for krystal to know what’s going inside their small, ignorant minds— just some neighborhood troublemakers with nothing better to do than pick on someone for their petty, self-centered reasons; rebellious kids looking for playthings to give themselves some kind of role in the society, as if that somehow increases their worth. they weren’t exactly wrong. it wasn’t just some sort of routine for the duo to indulge in a mess they weren’t even supposed to start. as time went on, it became more….addicting. 

kihyun is the spark to start up her flame, the trigger to her inner beast. he knew how to control her: to put a lid when it’s too much and pour some more when it’s not enough. it’s not entirely on him. as much as krystal projects to be a huge influence on her surroundings, it was the other way around. she had lived miserably in isolation, driving her to the brink of insanity and self-destruction had the gangnam alpha not found her. she thrives at the warmth of other people, swallowing the whole arm when it’s just the hand being offered. she turned into that kind of monster.

the red looked too pretty against the cream of his skin it was almost impossible for her to look away. she can hear the gasps, the chattering from the crowd, loud and clear when his first hit landed, but it was as if she was unconsciously tuning them out to focus on the current scenery. the werewolf only moved away from his grasp to give more room, leaning against the counter top with a new drink in hand. she knows she should be stopping him before things get any worse than it already is, but she just stood there, a smile lingering on the corner of her lips.   

voices got louder as his fingers plunged through the blonde’s socket and not long after, a couple of bouncers are heading their way. that was the cue to exit. though she meant to sit back and admire the view longer, it seems that kihyun enjoyed their activity a little too much. sooner than later, they will draw more attention and the gravity of the situation likely requires the police (which would ultimately result in severe punishments from their respective sides, if they get caught, that is). one of them was about to grab the vampire, but she catches the hand first, twisting it effortlessly and shoves him to the ground. another got rewarded with a broken nose as he tried to grab her shoulder. it was a mess and everyone was just shouting and screaming.

she turned to him with a kiss on the cheek, finally drawing the curtains of their mini show. “game’s over now, jigsaw. we got to go.” 

[mnhwanhee-blog]

// wandering

[ open ]

Hwanhee spent most of his time in the library, after all, it was one of the only places that he felt most comfortable in. Hardly having time to explore the city, Hwanhee decided to venture out into the unknown - despite having been here for almost a year. Sighing to himself, the male shoved his hands in his pockets and bid the librarian goodbye. Now that his shift was over, he figured he’d at least grab dinner outside at a restaurant for once instead of eating mini-mart pre-packaged food. Strolling down the street, his eyes continued to observe the lively surrounding in hopes that he’ll find a place that catches his eyes.

Stopping at the crosswalk, Hwanhee quietly hummed to himself before a stranger caught his eye. Normally, he wouldn’t butt into anyone’s business unless absolutely necessary but this time, it seemed to be one of those times. Quickly, the male reached forward and grabbed the stranger’s arm, before they could carelessly walk onto the busy roads. Unsure if the other knew the walk-sign was lit red or not, Hwanhee couldn’t help but ask if they were okay.

“Please, be careful, it’s dangerous,” he lightly scolded the stranger, concern coated his words as he stared at the other. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

[ex-mnkrystal]

no, she’s not drunk. a little tipsy maybe, but not drunk. her alcohol tolerance is on another level and it takes years of practice for a normal human being to be at par with her drinking skills (it wasn’t something to be proud of but for the sake of stating facts). suhyun passed out after the third shot, prompting the brunette to leave shortly after her friend was picked up by her driver. a little too early for her liking, but where’s the fun in drinking at some fancy restaurant when the rich girl, who suggested the idea in the first place, is the one now slumped on the other side of the table. 

krystal fished for the phone inside her coat’s pocket as she walked on the side of the road, strut taking on a rather wavy pattern. she still insists she’s not drunk. drunk is when you collapse on the floor and sleep on a pool of your own vomit. but she certainly smells like a walking bottle of tequila so going back to the pack house in such a state is a no. there might be a couple of good-hearted people in her contacts willing to let her crash for the night.

her eyes only left the phone screen when she was pulled back, in time to see a speeding car pass by as she was about to cross the road unconsciously. “i’m alright.” she turns to look at the stranger and gives him a dazed smile. head a little light and words a little slurred from both the alcohol and the almost accident. “thanks, kid. you’re a life saver. literally.”

[soleaiden-deactivated20180423]

wolfpack.

[ex-mnkrystal]

mnxmark:

mark could feel his mood drain. it was almost a pain when he had to try so hard for a short night. if anything, he could go back into the dance floor and swipe up another pretty lady for the night. but that his pride wouldn’t allow. not when minjoo was here, looking like his prey. he noticed krystal was in a slump, it made sense cause he was too. though, practically reading the hidden messages between his friend and the women in red, based on merely body language and looks, mark had almost chuckled at his situation.

it’s not what he thinks it is, right?

i mean damn krystal was fine, but he had his fair share of looks too and noticing that he was basically invisible in a conversation where he was supposed to be one of the main, mark took another sip of his beer. just in time for the other’s words. and ah, there goes his pride. mark bit his lips, running into his subconscious cause damn, he just got rejected. this was unexpected. perhaps his cockiness needed a toning down because that was certainly not a situation he was predicting. though, loss for much of his words, mark glanced over at krystal. “what a turn of events,” he spoke to her, keeping his voice fairly audible for minjoo to also hear. “your choice, babe.”

he was being petty but kept his cool. they’d probably laugh about the situation at their next drunken hangout anyways and arched a brow. “wanna show her a good time?”

the truth is difficult to ignore. she never felt any sense of belonging in what’s supposed to be family. she never fit in with their ways and traditions, the elegance exuded in their words and simple gestures that seem to come off as second nature. right from the start, when the alpha found her half-beaten to death in some dark alley and took her back to the pack house, krystal is an outsider. up to this time, she still is. perhaps this is why she found the comfort in the company of the strangest group— a vampire, a witch, other werewolves from rival packs, and not her own.

(the words “we are your family now” leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.) 

“you should have said so earlier, then we wouldn’t have wasted time.” the shift in her mood was clear. krystal does a poor job of keeping her big mouth shut, always felt the need to speak out whatever is on her mind or whatever she feels at the moment. the brutal honesty is also the biggest reason why her ass is constantly in trouble. she makes a face at mark, obviously disappointed with his question. “good time, my ass. what do you think of me? i know i’m full of shit, but i also know how to draw a clear line on somebody else’s, okay?” she can go on and on, give a rather cheesy line on her definition of friendship, and no one will be good enough to reject her friends, not in front of her face. the worst part? her confidence is now at stake as minjoo flat out gave her rejection. doesn’t it mean she makes a bad wingwoman if she can't simply get him a date?

she should be taking on the offer, though. here is a gorgeous lady willing to spend the rest of the night with her when she barely did anything, plus she was very vocal about her intentions, too. mark is old enough to look after his own needs, and sure enough there will be no bad blood the next time they hang out. instead, she’s siding with her freshly-rejected wolf friend like a lame loser who cannot accept defeat. one look at his face and she knew behind those fake smiles lingered humiliation. they are prideful beings, after all. "ya. you’re not even hot enough to dump this jerk right here, alright?”

[krystalxoxlove]

KRYSTAL -I DON’T WANNA LOVE YOU (insp.) 

((FEELINGS))

[ex-mnkrystal]

of wolfsbane and dead man’s blood;

[ex-mnkrystal]

kihyunxmn:

“Hah– virgin.” though his scoff isn’t heard by another other party, he couldn’t help but snort into the side of his arm, of course it’d only be a matter of moments before Kihyun’s picked up on the increasing aggravation in Krystal’s tone, he knew her far too well, so with a chuckle into the emptied glass in his palm, he knows it’s time to halt (what he called) the release of her beast.  they were both monsters at heart, however she had that little more… likeliness to start tearing up the room and mauling people, should they piss her off, which would bring rather unwanted attention. but as the male took a firmer grasp of her wrist, Kihyun took it upon himself to intervene with a small smirk curved across his lips, “hey– baby is this guy bothering you?” arms snaking around her waist to loop protectively, giving her a gentle tug back into his chest, the vampire’s aura and eyes darkened as he glanced toward the puny human, oh how the two of them could break his scrawny little skull in the blink of an eye. (that’d be perfect actually, violence has always been one of his favourite ways to end the night) “c’mon now man, the lady’s spoken, beat it. She’s with me, though I’m pretty sure you’re a three-thrust-cum kinda guy, but she’s got more drive than a Lambo’ so…” with a nonchalant shrug, despite the incredibly smug expression otherwise, his lips instantly found their way to a fleshy patch in the crook of her neck, hoping that with an obvious display of dominance would get this guy to piss off, the tip of his (not so vampy) fangs grazed over her pulse however… their good old meat-headed human pal didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer, standing their in defiance, forcing Kihyun’s quick temper to rapidly boil.

(heed the alpha’s words if you don’t want to be in trouble: breathe. one….two….three. repeat.)

whatever interest she had for him had been long gone as he kept blabbering nonsense and refused to do as he was told. danger lurked in the dark of her eyes as she stared him down, the vicious look of a predator about to jump on her prey and swallow it whole. “you’re going to regret this," (is almost synonymous to “i’m losing it real quick and when i do, i’ll rip you to shreds”).

she turns to look at the vampire when he finally spoke, a little annoyed (only because she can take care of herself and doesn’t need a man to prove her point), but still touched. kihyun can just sit back and watch the turn of events twist on the palm of her hand. test a theory, maybe, on how long will it take for her to lose control and let the beast of her nature take over. "asked him to keep me company while i wait for you. now, he doesn't want to let go." krystal shrugged off the hand in an effortless shake to be met by a pained shriek, leaning back against the comforts of kihyun's familiarity. a quick study on the blonde's face--- confused, breathing erratic, and heart about to jump out of his chest. she couldn't blame him, a normal girl her size shouldn't be able to snap a wrist in such manner.

she didn’t need his help to teach the poor human a lesson, but at the same time, she didn’t want to belittle and walk over his confidence in front of an undeserving bastard along with the small crowd they managed to attract with the commotion. besides, why waste her strength when her friend here is more than willing to step up and have his share on a fight of man-to-man pride. a small laughed slipped as the description of her sex drive came in plain hearing, but she accomodates him as he lunged on her skin, plays along the feigned display with a sigh upon the cold contact.

kihyun always kept his cool, so he must be really pushed this time because he looked mad. part of her is glad, as well, for when this is over and they somehow get out of this the way they got in, both of them will share the blame. that, or the rush of excitement filling her thoughts once he gives in. "you think he's worth the time, babe?"

[ex-mnkrystal]

long way from home.

[ex-mnkrystal]

mnjei:

she has no idea what she’s doing in the streets of seoul in the middle of the day.  to be fair, the night time is hardly better; seoul doesn’t sleep and there’s always a sound that manages to catch her off guard and put her on the defensive.  it just so happens that during the day, jei is often too crowded by people, and it’s almost an overload considering the fact that she’s been so isolated for the past seven years.

but this is something that she has to get used to.  this is something that she’ll have to bear.

and so, she grits her teeth and faces it with a will far stronger than the rapid beating of her heart.  just a few more steps and she’ll be at her destination.  just a few more steps and she’ll be in the library.  ( her grandfather would be proud if he knew, but sunchun would laugh and ask why.  she knows them both too well. )

a heavy sigh escapes her, and jei finds herself almost home free - almost.  hyper aware senses have her stepping light on her toes, avoiding the crowds and the shoulders that threaten to swing her way but a bad attitude and a strut that she won’t copy makes for a surprise that she would have rather avoided.  ( it’s too bad that fate likes to tug her along and throw up roadblocks in the form of knots, in the form of returning souls that she’d rather not see. )

even though the strut is different, she recognizes the voice, she recognizes the eyes and recognizes everything that she’d rather not.  and so kim jinhee freezes in her spot, more so when arms grasp tightly around her middle and her fists ball at her sides.  ( she may call her nahee, but she is anything but. ) silence meets her words, because while she almost wants to pretend that this is the nahee krystal wants to see, every bit of her actions would probably give her away and there is soon a mess to come.  she can’t fake nahee’s warmth.  “ krystal.” jei says stiffly, finally patting her awkwardly on the back.

this is not how she wanted to spend her day at all.

it was a bad decision to walk up to her, let alone initiate any physical contact without thinking of the possible consequences of her actions. she was supposed to be missing, if not dead already. no corpses made home nor any possible sightings of the daughter who ran away. hunter families like theirs tend to keep close contact with those of a similar lifestyle and she’s pretty sure that one way or another, nahee heard of the news— just as she heard of nahee’s twin sister’s passing. she wasn’t even able to offer her condolences.

however, something was off with her.

something she couldn’t seem to put a finger on.

but that reaction….it was normal, right? kim nahee was just taken aback considering it had been a long period of time since they last saw each other, roughly a decade or more. krystal was still wearing braces back then, small and thin compared to her friends. she was the late bloomer among them. so it shouldn’t come off as a surprise that the older female might have a difficult time recognizing her.

she was about to dismiss her suspicions had she not call out the name that froze her in place. “krystal?” no one from her past called her that. no one from the circle of hunters that she knows of, at least. krystal is a made-up nickname from her university days and it’s almost impossible for nahee to know that since it was difficult to keep in touch. “unnie, how did you know that? was it my brother?"

but the smile she offers her is warm and genuine. if the person in front of her right now is the same one who used to dote on her and put flower crowns on her hair or not, it doesn’t matter. it takes one to know what pain she must have dealt through with the death of a family member, let alone a twin. "i’m sorry i couldn’t come see you sooner to offer my condolences to jinhee unnie." she took her hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. "a lot of things…came up.”

[ajolotada]

‘I Don’t Wanna Love You’  Exhibition

[obsjeongmin-blog]

moonlight sonnet ; ☾ j&kr

[ex-mnkrystal]

mnxjackson:

time had a way of searing its presence into your mind in as many ways as possible, some being traumatizing and others pleasant. it could be the death of a loved one, or maybe a trip to the beach. but one thing was for certain; just as how easy it was to cause something to be imprinted, it was also easy to bring cause to a distant memory.

that being something jackson usually did not like to do often.

but as he padded through the forest, a streak of white fur and piercing golden eyes in the darkness, a sudden and unexpected scent passed through him. consisting of a familiar mixture of mint and oranges (his stomach growled at the thought), jackson’s mind began to take a twisted trip down memory lane. wrenching his thoughts from his conscious, he found himself nearing the source, a curious yet intent glint in his eyes.

it couldn’t be, he thought. he hadn’t seen her for so long, years even.

the last time they parted ways jackson had left busan to come to the island, where he met and joined the pack.

he hadn’t met anyone with the same scent in a while, much less come even close to it.

but if it was her….

jackson’s mind was spinning, being tugged left and right in a way that made him nauseously dizzy. he sped up his pace, the wind whistling past his ears as feral instinct drove him into a mad sprint, the smell growing closer and closer and more tantalizing by the second.

and then he entered a dimly-lit clearing, shade and light mixing together to form a thin mist that surrounded him. skidding to a halt, his eyes flicked upwards in both shock and memory, staring at what was before him with an almost childish awe.

there in the shadows, peered two oddly familiar yet homely silver eyes, staring back at him.

this is her: wasting the night in some highly-fashioned gangnam nightclub covered in sweat and the stench of booze and cigarettes. this is her: mooching off from her spoiled, rich, ignorant human friends because she can and that’s what human are— stupid. this is her: waking up in the morning in a stranger’s room with a stranger’s arm draped across her. this is her: a monster, a wild beast of nature, a killer. this is really her.

on another night, perhaps.

on this particular one, she lavished herself on free-will (as if what she had wasn’t too much already), dependent on instinct, lesser emotions. no voices of the dead screaming at the back of her mind in justice for her gruesome crimes and no judgmental pair of eyes questioning how she earned her place and the alpha’s sympathy. no one can look down at the worth of her existence, a waste of space.

it looks like she wasn’t the only one who came for some lone time. she was hesitant at first, but the familiarity of his scent brought by the sudden gush of wind was overwhelming that second thoughts to move out of the shadows were forgotten. here is a ghost from the past of a man and a wolf in one, whom she practically worshipped when everything was gray lines, drawing her towards like a light at the end of a dark tunnel.

the irony is in knowing the worth of a person when they’re gone and still feeling the same pain when you see them again. in her case, it is but a mere tug on the heart, a flood of vivid and pleasant memories.

“long time no see.” were the first words that passed through her lips as she shifted back to her human form in the middle of the clearing, careful strides taken to cover the distance between them, her long brunette hair the only thing covering her upper body. krystal does not make an effort to hide her nudity. he’s seen them all. hell, he’s seen everything. 

“miss me?”

[fxmuseum]

[ex-mnkrystal]

we are the night;

@mnxsunmi

the clock strikes twelve but their night was just about to start— pumped with booze and upbeat music lost in the middle of a chaos-crazed crowd. clad in leather boots and a mini skirt (cinderella can go fuck herself in her glittery gown and glass slippers), krystal lightly bounces to the rhythm of a foreign song as she leaned against the bar counter, a bottle of beer in one hand. for someone with a high sensitivity to noise, spending time in a club is almost like having a death wish. she likes it, though. silences the demons dancing inside her head even for a little while.

“want me to hook you up tonight?”  

a question slipping out of the blue, tone nonchalant, and a glance spared before she turned her eyes back to the eye candy in a tight denim dress. of course she wasn’t going to ditch sunmi right away, not when she’s the one who dragged her all the way here in the first place, but it’s better to have pre-made plans just in case one of them gets a start-up opposed to their plans.

she takes a swig and sighs in content as the cold, bitter liquid soothes her throat. fuels her confidence as she eyes up the target up and down who was dancing like no one’s watching despite the lack of proper lighting. “or maybe don’t. i kinda want to get wasted.”

[ex-mnkrystal]

of wolfsbane and dead man’s blood;

[ex-mnkrystal]

kihyunxmn:

deadpan the entire time her responses come through, Kihyun can only grumble something incoherently under his breath about her being a brat once more before he aggressively stamps in a beautifully sarcastic response, phone shoved away moments later. [sms; yapping puppy] … yeah I’m into red-heads now. [sms; yapping puppy] hm, I know which you mean though, won’t be long [sms; yapping puppy] try not to go on a rabies induced rage before I get there! whilst it would be pretty entertaining for her to go wolf-psycho on the club (he’d never really seen a were’s turbo charged frenzy), Kihyun knew better than to encourage that sort of behaviour as it ran the very-likely chance of them both being apprehended by hunters; which would absolutely result in death and right about now, he’d taken quite the liking to hanging out, getting wasted with Krystal. [sms; yapping puppy] I mean it! making haste, puffing through several cigarettes along the way, Kihyun found himself eyeballing a fair amount of potential lady meals as he entered the club a short time later, though his attention is snapped over to (no doubt about it) where Krystal is and sure enough, some lame-ass beefcake is sat with her, lapping up all the attention she was giving him. There’s a brief roll of his eyes before he slips up onto the stool beside the pair, ordering a double vodka on the rocks, waiting for the moment where Krystal either— A) needs him to get the geezer away from her with force or B) distract the guy so she can sneak off to…. whatever lady wolves go and do.

apparently, the blonde guy looked prettier up close and she would have considered spending the rest of the night with him (and ditch her vampire friend, yes) had he managed to keep his mouth shut. what started off as a casual greeting, a mere sentence to be exact, turned out to be an actual disaster three seconds after. 

“hands off the goods.” she catches his hand rigt before it touched her exposed thigh, a smirk playing along the corners of her lips. “you’re cute, but damn don’t you talk like a virgin highschooler. try keeping your piehole shut next time, it’ll do you good next time. trust me.”

the grip on his hand was strong, strong enough that she would have broken his bones if she didn’t let go sooner. her temper had always been a problem. it never went well with her self-control and as if aided in building up the rage that ate what was left of her sanity. the last thing she wants is to morph back to her wolf form in the middle of a busy nightclub in gangnam. she didn’t have a death wish. not yet, at least.

she knows he’s waiting though, eavesdropping perhaps during the length of her conversation with the stranger. she didn’t need to take a look. his familiar scent waltzed through her senses the moment kihyun walked through the front door. “i would say i had fun and thank you for keeping me company until my date arrives, but i didn’t.” krystal finishes her drink and gets up from her seat when the blonde grabbed her by the wrist, eyes expectant of an elaborate explanation to her sudden disinterest. she heaves a sigh. boy, it was too much to expect him to let her go away in silence, wasn’t it?

“i’ll only say this once: let go.”

[yagirlmckilla-blog]

wounded pup

[ex-mnkrystal]

mnxjoohyuk:

he couldn’t help his lips from curling up to a small smile as the girl did a quick monologue about how his mood shifting really wasn’t her fault.

if he were still mortal, his face would’ve been read, that being in his mind, he couldn’t help but smile as if it was victory. he shook his head no, looking away, ”nah, it’s hard to grab a decent meal these days.” he sighed, “too much eyes.” he added, shrugging as he looked back at her. “don’t worry, i’ll make sure you’re all better before i allow myself to taste you.” joohyuk explained, pushing back the locks of hair that was covering her hair back. ‘asshole, way to win her over, you dick..’ he thought to himself as he swallowed in a deep sigh.

it had been a while since joohyuk actually had a proper conversation on his bed, it was either a few words called out, or his name at most. it felt nice finally having someone on it, that wasn’t really naked; and who wasn’t really just a prey. “after you’re done healing up, do you want me to order something to eat?” he casually asked, lifting his head up to peak over his desk across the room, darting something with his eyes. it was his phone, he casually lifted his hands up, as if to grab it from mid air like a baby. his phone then suddenly flew from across the room, to his palm. “i have someone who get the best animal meat in town. fresh.” he proudly stated, waving his phone a bit infront of her face.

he unlocked it to find the contact, “i’m ordering everything. if ever you cant decide on what to eat.” he mumbled, dialing the number.

the other line picked up, “o, mr. nam, how many liters would you like?” the man, who seems to be the dealer answered, it was too load that it made joohyuk remove his phone from his ear momentarily, pressing down the volume, he placed it back on his ear. “ah, yeah all that’s on the menu today. including the calfs. preferably the well fed ones. oh and, a liter would do. please make sure it’s from daegu.” he ordered, wanting only the best that was out there.

he hung up the phone and blinked at krystal, “muh?”

looking up at him this close made krystal realize how handsome the vampire really is. he's rich, respected, and doesn't give a flying fuck about anything or anybody else. getting by on a daily basis must be easy for someone like him. getting things as quick with the snap of his fingers, if not, whatever it is that he wants still ends up on his palm. it's as if they live on opposite sides of the universe that laying on the same bed with him makes her existence look even more miserable.

"thanks for letting me know, then. i feel so grateful." she responded sarcastically on his persistent explanation of him still wanting a drink from her. he made her sound like some fancy wine kept in the cellar and be brought up when a special occasion calls for it. it was a bit offending, but since he's still being nice to her, she'll let him pass.

her eyes widened in surprise as the small gadget flew from the table to the male's hands. she's heard of mature and older vampires having other abilities from the norm, but this will be the first time she's witnessing one personally, let alone right in front of her face. even if she tells this to her parents, who lived almost all of their life as hunters, they would not believe her. "ya, is this your trick card to impress someone? i get it, you're already cool. rich and handsome and all, what a lucky jerk."

she clicked her tongue in annoyance, rolling over on her back so she's facing the blank ceiling instead of his face. it's starting to get distracting. "i don't eat raw meat, if that's what you're thinking. i'm a werewolf, not some kind of wild dog. besides, it wasn't that long since i was a human. i can still remember how to be one." she feels like a piece of herself is being given away when she talks like this so she forces herself to stop. he doesn't need to hear it anyway. "but since you bought them already, i like grilled beef and lettuce wraps." 

krystal clutches the mattress closer and envelops her entire body in the warmth, turning over on one side with her back facing him. it should only take a few hours before she's completely healed and she can go back to the pack house to be with the others. the longer she's staying in his premises makes her feel more indebted to him. "i'm going to sleep first. wake me up when the food is here."

[soleaiden-deactivated20180423]

wolfpack.

[ex-mnkrystal]

mnxmark:

mark smirked at the wink, keeping his head low to not be so obvious. for now, he allowed krystal to flaunt her skills and played along by scoffing at her words. “true, i’ll keep dreaming then.” he responded. then his view shifted onto minjoo, watching the lady in red up close. she was surely an eye for the night. mark knew his after hours would be interesting with her (it was how confident he was with his skills of luring in people) but kept his words, waiting for the clearly out-of-place question to be answered. “and i can surely vouch for everything she said.” he replied right after, trying to subtle hint his offer through his words. there was no shame in offering a night of pleasure, it was certainly what most of these people even came here for and smiled.

he noticed krystal’s signal, she was ditching and it was time for him to take control but quick enough, it was blocked with minjoo’s words and mark couldn’t help but blink. what kind of new, unnatural reaction was that? he heard his friend’s voice once again, insisting to go off on her own and awaited for the second chance to make his move … but, “i’m actually in need of a drink myself.” was that his second rejection? he glanced over at krystal, arching a brow for her to read his surprised expression. this was certainly not going as planned.

but as eyes observed the situation and as minjoo’s focus loomed constantly on krystal, mark had to wonder just who the target was at the moment. “mhm, how about i both get you some drinks then?” he was curious to see the reaction for that; would she go with him instead?

to say that their current situation is unexpected would be an understatement. it wasn’t the first time they used each other as bait to hook up with other people nor anyone missing the signs she so obviously laid out for taking. didn’t they say friends of the opposite sex make the best wingman? krystal shot a confused look at her friend’s direction, unable to come up with something else to leave the two of them on their own. but how could she, when the lady in red is practically attached to her hip and kept ignoring mark in their conversation? it’s not as if she can stay for the rest of the night trying to build up the chemistry between them. they weren’t the only ones who want to get laid.

“that’s a good idea! minjoo can go with you and i’ll just do some window shopping while you guys are at it, yeah?” in the midst of her attempts to disengage with the pair, minjoo scoffs at her words, staring at her in disbelief. krystal, in return, can only stare back in confusion. minjoo is either too stupid or too dense, but she would not be the one to decide that since she should be leaving any minute now. would it better to say right on her face that she’s trying to hook her with her friend, then? 

“stop selling me out me to your male friend, okay? i’m interested in you, not him.”

[milkifan-deactivated20190306]

[ex-mnkrystal]

little sun, big sun

mnsungkyung

Sungkyung lightly pouts as she navigates her mess to one corner. She went to her apartments kitchen to check the pork she was grilling awhile ago, thinking if she should make some more, knowing Krystal had a big appetite. Slightly bored, waiting for her bestfriend, she opens her curtains, sitting on the edge of her windowpane. The girl’s apartment was infront of her modelling agency, giving her the most wonderful view of korea’s beautiful faces. She was examining each and every guy’s faces, daydreaming about the what ifs. Too distracted with her birdwatching as she would call it, she didn’t even notice that someone had seemingly entered her apartment.

krystal smiles as she read the younger female’s response to her message. she adores sungkyung (perhaps adores her a bit too much than necessary) and she never shied from physically showing her affections to the other. lots of times did she almost involve her in scandals as well where people started asking if they were really together together and despite her being in the limelight, not much has changed. she reached the apartment not long after, easily spotting her by the window. she loudly called her out, but she seems to be preoccupied with something else. “ya, ya, sun, where are you?” she’s now at the door, struggling to untie her shoelaces, stomping inside the too familiar place in retaliation for ignoring her earlier. “look at this kid. why do you waste your time staring when you can just walk up to them and hook up instead?”