hoon scoffs and rolls his eyes, slightly shaking his head a bit before using a sarcastic tone as he speaks. “oh, thank you soooo much for saving me, for giving me this new life and making me just want to die even more than when i was human. i’m excited.” his expression doesn’t change, keeping a serious look as he says this, letting out a frustrated sigh as he finally sets the stake down and turns to look at the other vampire. it’s only then that he finally squints, eyebrows furrowed as he does so while listening to the rest of what junghwa has to say.
“did you not for even a second think of what i would want? you know that i hunted your kind for a living, you know that and you still just did whatever you wanted because you ‘couldn’t leave me to die’.” he bites on his bottom lip, pausing for just a moment before continuing on. “i could have been free from this world and you took that from me because of your own selfishness. isn’t it against the ‘rules’ or whatever to even turn someone without their consent?” he finally lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head once again. “you really are something else. you know that?”
he’s silent for a short while before finally standing from where he was seated, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. of course he didn’t need to wear one anymore, though he still did out of habit from time to time over the past few months. hoon’s eyes narrow at the mention of a ‘hunter’s funeral’, fists clenching within the confinements of his pockets. “you don’t think that i already know all of this?” he lets out a laugh, head falling back for a moment before he returns his gaze to the other and his expression becomes serious once more. “in that moment that i was lying on the ground, accepting my own fate, i knew that if someone had managed to find my body, that no one would bother with a funeral. i know how the others thought of me and i accepted that as well.”
his gaze shifts towards the floor, the slightest smirk appearing on his face. “i was always the ‘black sheep’ in both my family and the clan, so the thought of even expecting such a funeral for someone like me never even crossed my mind. i accepted all of this the moment i left home and began living on my own so i don’t need someone like you telling me what i already know.”
Oh, Hoon is too amusing for him. It’s refreshing to have someone hate being turned as much as Hoon does. Such an adorable menace, that Hoon is. Junghwa is almost amused at how the other is so like a kitten, eager to prove themselves. sarcasm and bitterness aside, the older vampire just finds Hoon absolutely adorable. he lets the dogs run off to their food bowls and he crosses his legs, settling even more comfortably in his armchair, staring at Hoon with a quiet smirk as the other rambled on whether he thought of what he wanted and that it was against his consent and that he had robbed him of being free from this world. Oh, how many times had Junghwa heard that same speel. Even his own memory. he had wanted to live all those centuries ago, and only when he’d discovered that he couldn’t be by his dear friend’s side was when he’d began begging his sire to kill him, begged him to let him be free so that they could meet in the afterlife. How he himself had resented being turned after finding out the harsh truth that he wasn’t allowed. “oh, i did think of what you did for a living. after all, you tried multiple times to kill me.as for there being rules for turning someone against their consent, that rule only applies in situations of not being near dead at all,” he states, gazing at Hoon, through cold eyes. “you speak of my own selfishness? it’s my selfishness that allows me to exist still. without it, i would have been dead long ago. i wouldn’t have even made it off the battlefield. Living out of sheer spite, proving to all those who considered you lower than them is often the best revenge,” he stated.
He didn’t care much for Hoon’s rebellious streak. After all, he’d felt the same. All fledglings have that bit of rebelliousness, that tinge of regret of not dying as they were supposed to. As Hoon stated that he’d accepted that no one would bother with a funeral, Junghwa was about to say something, but Hoon continues on. There’s something absolutely infuriating with the dismissive way that Hoon speaks about being the black sheep and that even expecting a funeral for someone like him was never in his mind.
junghwa appropriately ponders the situation, his normally cold gaze focusing on the other. god, hoon was depressing. like junghwa already suspected as much, but it was really weird seeing it. “no one should accept that they’re not meant or good enough for important things. and i know you don’t need someone like me telling you useless crap that you already know. if you want to die so badly, then go find a hunter, ask them to kill you,” he states, getting off his armchair and walking past the sofa where Hoon was still staring at the floor. “I have no intentions on killing you myself. There’s a bit more to life than just pain and angst and suffering. It took me three centuries to realize that,” he states. He adjusts the hoodie he wears and takes a deep breath. “And I know you have no desire to listen to me at all and we’re not friends at all, but please know that I turned you out of a personal moral code. You’re a nice human. You remind me a lot of me, and a lot of my dear friend,” he says, standing behind the sofa briefly. “In all honesty, you have a lot in common with him, but sure, go off, be a jaded stubborn mess.” junghwa adds. He hates the idea that Hoon reminds him of his younger days, of his closest friend, of himself. He hates it, because it’s all he has now. Just ideas, and memories.
