feyjunghwa:
Junghwa adjusts the hoodie he’s wearing today and stares ahead. He knows one of the actors in the drama so after acquiring a ticket admission into Gyeonbokgung palace, he waves to his friend briefly and settles off to the side, with a chocolate milk in his hands. of course, he can’t actually taste it too much, so he just enjoys holding it. sure, he dooesn’t expect much from this and as such only sticks around because he’s amused. since from what he’s heard, apparently it takes place during the early years of the joseon era, so he suppsoes he can watch more to see how (in)accurate everything is.
however, once filming begins, he makes a step back so that he’s enough out of the way of the equipment and green screens. he’s quietly chuckling to himself, and thankfully it wasn’t that out of the ordinary since he wasn’t totally alone. there’s fans with cameras and a smell of dog hits his nostrils. he honestly doesn’t have a thing against werewolves and he’s totally cool with them but sometimes the unexpected scent throws him off. he looks for the source and notices the other boy coming close to him, still maintaing a distance. junghwa looks to the side where the other has stopped and grins a bit at the question asked.
“ah, occasionally. i was only allowed to come for special events,” he states, looking over to the scene in front of them, still giggling to himself at the inaccuracies of the court protocols. “ah if i had done that back then, i’d be dead,” he states, pointing a floppy sleeve towards the actions. he doesn’t really hide that he’s a vampire, since he thinks it’s kind of obvious.
“wouldn’t you like living in a palace?” he asks, with a grin. turning to face the other.
Special events? in a way, then, not much has changed if the vampire’s returned on the filming date. Maybe it’s nostalgic to him to be around here even if the nature of ceremonies is completely different, although now that Harin is close enough to scrutinize his appearance better, it’s ... laughably dissonant, down to the drink in his hand. (The container claims there’s milk inside, but Harin can only hope that the contents haven’t been replaced with something more, uh, palatable.)
“To be honest...” His gaze follows the line of the other’s gesture, and he frowns as he tries to piece together what the actor has done wrong. To him, it’s far from obvious, but he also had fairly poor grades in his history exams, so it’s not like they’re working with remotely similar perspectives. “Not really. It’s kind of far from the nearest 7 Eleven, there’s no electricity, and I’d probably get lost. Not really my kind of place.”
His messy one-bedroom apartment is fine, but that’s probably because it has 21st century accommodations; maybe he’d think differently if he’d grown up in medieval Joseon. Whatever, at least this place is open to the public when he wants a change of scenery (and at least he can get a good 5G signal.)
The vampire at least seems to be in a good mood, which Harin decides he likes; maybe the secret is to engage them in public spaces like this one while it forces them to behave themselves.
“So I take it you’re not here as their historical consultant, if they’re making mistakes on set,” he muses, eyes flickering back and forth between the filming and his new conversation partner. He’ll have to get a name from him, not least because it’s good to keep tabs on the other unnatural things he meets around the city, to ask around and see who knows what about whom.


















