Haima philia

| Oh Sehun | 19 | Vampire Physiology | Staying with a circus of freaks

[freak-ohsehun]

"That was rude."

Sehun stared at her, unimpressed.

"I'm sorry lady, I don't really care what you or your wolves want, but I'm hungry. Tough luck you didn't get here faster."

He walked away, back straight, making sure to knock the left over meat packaging onto the floor. Crazy ass beast woman thinking that raw meat was only for her dogs. Please. She was lucky he hadn't sucked most of the circus's population dry at this point.

"Women~" He sighed, squeaking like a little girl when he imagined one of her wolves growling at him. But that might just have been his own conscious. Who challenged a chick that could control beasts anyway? That could come back to bite him in the ass, like he even cared.

[freak-ohsehun]

"I'm trying to flirt with you, okay?"

"Oh are you?" Sehun put his hands on his hips, chest back a bit as it puffed up with excitement. Hot girl. Hot girl flirting. Hot girl flirting with him. Oh his boner- he meant heart. Excited heart, yeah that was it.

Wow she was pretty.

"Please, continue. It's my pleasure."

Not noticing how stupidly eager he sounded, Sehun even flipped his bangs, a smirk curling at his lips as he took in the woman, drooling mentally over the very definition of leggy blonde.

"We could totally go get something to eat sometime in town, it would be really great, and maybe go for a walk afterward if you wear ok shoes to walk in, though I don't know why we'd walk into town, maybe I could drive us? Does the circus have actual cars?"

Sehun carried on like that for a while, it a bit too obvious that he really only knew "bitches" in his previous encounters with women. Thankfully he was trying to be a gentleman, but in reality, if she slunk away or changed her mind, it would be completely in her right.

Normal women didn't really talk to Oh Sehun.

[freak-ohsehun]

"Can I kiss you?"

Sehun's eyes widened, his pulse sped up, and his voice cracked as he laughed a bit, trying to figure out why his hyung had July for his April Fools. "Oh haha hyung, very funny. Where do you get off saying stuff like that?"

He reached up to scratch behind his neck, eyes dipping down to inspect their shoes, since he kind of really didn't want to be caught looking at Jongdae's pink lips. Noticing that had been a fault of his own hormones, but he had promised himself long ago that he wouldn't let it break them apart. Too many nights of instincts over rationality did that kind of stuff, and he refused.

"You know, we've been getting a lot of new meat in, why not go charm them?" Sehun teased, trying to make it sound like he hadn't been considering kissing Jongdae at all.

Though the fantasy crossed his mind, sending a hot flush through his body.

"I'm...going to take a piss, don't wait up."

How charming.

((alternative scenario: "can I kiss you?" *sehun doesn't hear, too absorbed in a mobile phone game*))

[freak-ohsehun]

Send for my muse's reaction

"I adore you."

"You are adorable."

"I'll protect you with my life."

"I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me."

"Storm is coming."

"You are cute but we're not going to be a thing."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Give me a sign!"

"I want to be your friend."

"I need you."

"I hate you!"

"Get over it."

"That was rude."

"I'm trying to flirt with you, okay?"

"You are my enemy."

"I like when you smile."

NOTE: reblog only if you will actually respond to ALL asks sent your way. No ignoring people! Para responses (8+ sentences) are preferred but not required.

[freak-chen]

You Found Me | In The Past | Sehun & Chen.

[freak-chen]

Once he managed to calm himself a bit, he allowed himself to look at his surroundings, observed what the other’s apartment was like. It seemed clean for a guy who lived by himself, well furnished and apparently, with enough food in the fridge. But it was to be expected; after all, he had lured Chen in with the promise of food.

At that, Chen felt his stomach churn again, however not from stress this time around. He could barely recall the last time he had eaten a substantial meal, something actually prepared for him, not a heated can of vegetables or pastas he would share with the others on lucky days, when they got anything at all. His gaze fell on the kind guy for a brief moment, and he felt slightly ashamed that he hoped this nice sandwich would be for him, seeing it would be more logical that the other kept it to himself. Chen was used to this kind of selfishness, almost thought it was a normal behaviour. 

A low growl rose from his tummy, and he blushed in embarrassment, hoping his savior hadn’t heard that. He couldn’t be greedy toward that person, it wouldn’t be right to ask for more after he had his life saved and was offered a place to rest for a bit.

Once presented what was in Chen’s eyes a five stars meal, another gurgling noise came from his stomach, and a shaky hand went to cover it, as if it would muffle the noise. His free fingers gently grabbed the sandwich, though, and he murmured a quiet thank you to the man, Sehun was his name, who had been so nice as to even make him anything. He then bit timidly into the bread, taste buds waking up at the wave of fresh flavors the prostitute hadn’t been allowed in months.

When a drink and more food were given to him, however, he thought he couldn’t accept them, that he couldn’t mooch up from that newly met guy — Sehun, he mentally corrected himself — much more than he already was. Truth be told, Chen had spent so long with so little that his notions of quantities and what was reasonable to take from someone were as distorted as those of safety. “Thank you,” he murmured again, moving toward the table and taking a seat beside Sehun so he wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes too often. That would be very scary.

After some more bites, halfway through the sandwich, Chen allowed himself to reach for the can of lemonade, snapping it open with a bit of difficulty due to his still-shaking hands. He was too thirsty to pass out on this opportunity. After a long drink, he looked down at his meal and glanced at the blond male, suddenly realizing he hadn’t made another sandwich for himself. “Oh, uhh, would you…” he motioned to the half eaten stack of ingredients. “Sharing? You want some?” It felt as if he had forgotten how to speak, tongue not allowing the syllables to flow past his lips properly. It didn’t strike him that he hadn’t presented himself back, though, that he hadn’t returned the courtesy of letting the other know his name.

[freak-ohsehun]

Intune to the actions of his house guest, Sehun watched with an emotionless frown as the sandwich was inspected. Shit, the man looked like a dog no one had bothered to properly feed in weeks, though the fact that he could actually see his torso, to make out his ribs, didn’t help. Sympathy in gang life could get a person killed, and he often felt no pity for the homeless or prostitutes, though he would slip the children or the ones with dogs a few coins.

This one was different.

Each nervous bite had him wishing he could find the pimp and kick some sense into him. Didn’t he realize a dead prostitute wasn’t just pathetic, but an actual loss? Feeding the workers should come first priority if they’re doing their job, and from what Sehun had seen in that alley, many of them probably gave a lot more than their time and sexual prowess for this particular job.

“You’re welcome.” He answered simply, arms crossing right below his pecs in a default position, knowing it made him look tougher, if anyone accidentally glanced at him while he was lost in thought. But while he wanted to carboload this man before he returned to wherever he came from, he knew that a stomach unused to actual food could even kill him if he overfed him. Holding himself back from making another sandwich produced a lump in the back of his throat, one he tried to dissipate without success, until the guest prompted about sharing.

Shaking his head, Sehun answered in his typical manner, using as few words as possible, “No, thanks. It’s all yours.” Now it might seem a little creepy for him to hang around, not having anything to do beyond watching the guy eat, but he really didn’t know what to do for this situation, and certainly didn’t trust a starving prostitute alone in his apartment.

Figuring he could at least attempt to make the man more comfortable, he asked, “But you could share some information. At least, what you’d be comfortable with me calling you?” Sehun was kind of already sick of referring to this man as ‘the prostitute’ or ‘the man.’ It just felt kind of unnerving in a world where everyone knew everyone, and everyone who didn’t deserve a name was the enemy.

[freak-jia]

LOST IN TRANSLATION ☆ JIA & SEHUN

[freak-jia]

Jia had started to feel a bit of warmth from the drink and she traced the edge of the glass with her finger, dark eyes fixed on Sehun while her brain awakened, several voices finally filling her head, indicating that her telepathy had awakened and ruined the nice night out that she had planned. She had wanted to take a peek inside her evening companion’s head, but the increasing number of bar patrons made it hard for her to focus on the words jumbling around in Sehun’s head—vague descriptions of ghettos and graffiti, or maybe she hadn’t heard him correctly, which had been a common occurrence when it came to Korean conversation. There were so many words that Jia had the tendency to forget and she narrowed her eyes at the male, trying to focus on his thoughts alone, determined to understand as much as possible. "New York, New York," Jia repeated after Sehun, the name sounding awkward with her thick accent. There were many times that she had dreamed of being in such a place, but the scenes in movies and the stories that she had read seemed vastly different than the picture that he had painted in his mind—an actually scary environment that the female wouldn’t even begin to survive in. She let herself indulge in more of the liquor, a little less affected by the taste as she gulped it down quickly, finishing the glass way faster than she had intended, more worried about avoiding the bitterness than monitoring her intake. "It sounds scary," she let slip as she looked down at her empty glass, completely unaware that some of his words hadn’t actually been spoken. Jia motioned to her glass when the bartender looked in her direction, eager to get another of the horribly bitter drinks. She heard Sehun’s actual speaking voice faintly ask her a question, but she shrugged him off momentarily as she waited for the male to come back with a full glass, bouncing slightly in her chair at the warmth as it started to make her limbs tingle, which seemed oddly funny in the current situations, legs dangling from the seat. She didn’t even know where to begin with her own story, which seemed far less interesting than the one from New York. "Beijing," she said simple, pausing before adding the country, not sure if he knew where Beijing was located—a silly thought from a clouded mind. "China," she always felt oddly satisfied when she could talk about home, even when the details were bland. Although she didn’t belong in the home that she had grown up in, there were nothing but fond memories from simpler times—memories that she cherished more than any material possession. "I come from very nice family, young brother, parents. Very success dad."

[freak-ohsehun]

Sehun sat in a tipsy daze, thoughts as warm and syrupy as the girliest drinks in the place, as he partially lost himself in the simple pleasure of companionship, his subconscious wanting to push him away from his former tales of blood and gristle. He didn’t want to think about the day Mike never came back to their hangout spot, or the day his mom smacked him around, thinking he stole money from her when in reality she had used it to pay the electric bill. It wasn’t a good bit of memories.

And yet, hearing her say it in her thick accent really made him long for the place he used to call home.

“It can be.” He answered, too tipsy to realize she had seen his flashes of the old days, “Pretty girls like you, though… I think you’d be worse off, unless you lived in the more affluent parts of the city.” Sehun tripped over ‘affluent,’ and just muttered ‘rich’ instead, hating that Korean could still be so hard to speak even though he used to speak it with his mom constantly.

Gesturing to the bartender for another glass as well, forgetting that his current one was still half full, he stared down at the wood grain of the bar, wishing they could turn the conversation to something a little more pleasant. He didn’t mind any conversation topic, really, but he felt himself sliding down the treacherous slope into depressed drunk, and that would ruin any and all fun from there on out with Jia.

Thankfully, she began to speak up about her past.

“Successful, huh?” Sehun’s eyes widened with surprise, body turning more to face her, as he finally started sipping at his whiskey again, “Well shit, what are you doing out here?” His words came out partially slurred, with a big, dumb smile, as he pondered over what China could possibly look like. “That’s a long way from here, huh…” Geography had never been his strong point, but he could assume that because he knew Japan was like…the most eastern island on maps. Unless China was also an island.

He was probably just gonna leave it up to her to explain, if she was willing.

[freak-himchan]

Shadow || Himchan x Sehun

[freak-himchan]

If Himchan had had the capacity to be frustrated in that moment, he would have been.  He would have been because everything had moved so rapidly beyond his control - he hadn’t been able to move, hadn’t been able to fight back, and now he couldn’t even coordinate his own limbs through the sluggish dizziness that had gripped him and moved him to his knees.  His fingers curled against the dirt, and he closed his eyes to make the world stop swinging almost serenely back and forth.

The voice filled in his ears, and Himchan felt fear spike his adrenaline. ‘Come here’, he’d said.  He let out a shaky breath, head giving the slightest shake as he tensed.  He would not.  He could not.  Even had Himchan wanted to, he couldn’t.  He was lucky to still be on his hands and knees and not flat on his stomach with his face in the ground.

Don’t…” he opened his eyes at the shift of the voice, and the soft, worried features of his attacker were in front of him now.  His entire body seemed to jerk, as if invisible strings caught around his neck and wrists had just been pulled to yank him backwards; the dizziness twirled the very earth beneath him, and somehow Himchan ended up flat on his back with a pained groan.

He didn’t want to eat.  Chocolate or anything else, he was sure his stomach would reject it as it twisted anxiously in his gut.  Himchan tried to lift himself up again, shoulders separating from the dirt, but there wasn’t enough in him at the moment to get up and away.  So he just laid there.

"I… what?"  His… pants? Why did he think Himchan had burned him?  Himchan was not the one with fire powers.  That was his roommate.  Was this some sort of weird sexual advance after what had just happened?

Himchan couldn’t think straight when everything was this blurry and unfocused.

[freak-ohsehun]

Sehun watched with a bewildered expression. Sometimes he really must disconnect from the situations he puts people in, because it truly made no sense to him that this guy kept flopping away from his only immediate source of help. That or his months with Jongdae had spoiled him, and now he could separate the Sehun that needed blood to perform and the one that interacted with others on a daily basis.

“Stop panicking,” he sighed, nose wrinkling with irritation, “I didn’t take enough to kill you. And I’m not going to kill you.” Sehun paused, then reluctantly added a threat to cover his own ass, “Unless you tell anyone about this. If you do, then I’ll kill you.” The words tasted old, but familiar, on his tongue, and he felt a rush of shame color his cheeks. Even after everything he’d done in his past, time had hit the reset button. He couldn’t kill this guy.

Shaking his head, he spoke impatiently, “Come on now, can’t leave you lying there.”

Stooping down beside him, he moved one hand to the stranger’s lower back, trying to help him sit up. “No screaming.” Sehun warned, eyes flashing seriously, “Where should I take you?”

If he wouldn’t –or couldn’t- answer his questions about the marks, he would surely stick around until this guy got his dizzy head out of his ass. Especially since he still didn’t know who this man was, and if he would go anywhere to get him in trouble. Jongdae hyung would kill him if they had to leave the circus now, with not nearly enough money saved up between them to get them far.

Supposedly, if worst came to worst, the circus had to have a hypnotist that could be persuaded, he was hopeful.

[freak-chen]

You Found Me | In The Past | Sehun & Chen.

[freak-chen]

When the stranger’s hand moved his way, Chen grew fearful again, although only for a brief moment. There was no movement made to touch him, though, no active threat. Consequently, the smaller boy was able to push back his scare and not flinch, instead slipping his hand in the other’s warm one delicately, almost as if he wanted to give him the opportunity to change his mind and pull away if he wished.

Surprisingly enough, the blond didn’t let go of his hand, and they left the alleyway together soon after. He searched the other’s gaze a bit in an attempt to read him, finding residual warmth from earlier and something a bit darker that Chen however didn’t feel was directed toward him, and he found himself reassured by this new knowledge. He did keep quiet for the greater part of the trip back to the house, however, knowing bad things only happened once he opened his mouth. He never had understood why, but he knew that much.

A bit before they arrived at the two story house the blond inhabited, he changed his grip on Chen so that he held his wrist instead, but only so slightly. It was as if he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, all while meaning to protect him from anyone that would have dared approach. That was how Chen understood the gesture, at least, and he hoped he wasn’t all too wrong, the thought somehow comforting to him. It felt nice to know someone stood by him and that for once, this person wasn’t going to take advantage of him. 

At least he hoped. Chen hoped a lot that evening, compared to usual.

Once arrived at his still-mysterious savior’s house, they climbed two sets of stairs before walking inside, Chen allowed in second, after the other made way for him. The apartment, he noticed, built inside a house he presumed was originally whole, was rather clean. He wasn’t sure what he had expected from the man, but he was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness of his quarters. It was much better than the pigsty he had to live in usually. Perhaps he would have to go back to that the next day, he thought, little feelings bond to that possible fact.

Chen gently closed the door behind them, locking it by precaution. He wasn’t sure if someone had followed him, didn’t want anyone to come after him. God, he wished he hadn’t brought any trouble to that nice person. Bringing a hand to his forehead, he took a deep breath to settle his now churning stomach before he looked back up, telling himself he had to act normal toward the other. He couldn’t go and have a panic attack on him. No, Chen had to stay calm, breathe, and not be any more of a burden to the blond than he already was.

[freak-ohsehun]

Sehun never had been the type to second guess himself, and even now, when leading a strange prostitute back to his house, he didn’t stop to think that someone like this man could easily rob him blind, if he actually had a gun hidden. But that ruse would be far too complicated, so he didn’t bother worrying about that. He was expending enough energy as it was, making sure no one from his group spied him with this guy. Appearance wise, it was far too easy to guess what the other was, and he’d catch real hell if anyone caught him with a male prostitute. Thankfully, they hadn’t been far from his apartment to begin with.

Leading him up to it, Sehun unlocked the door, then held it open for the other, eyes still carefully guarded even as they examined the man’s face for any sense of additional injury or fatigue. Instead, he watched the other lock his door, and raised an eyebrow, though in reality he wasn’t surprised at all that the other would want to cover his ass.

Seeing he had that covered, Sehun turned to head for the fridge, since they came in through the kitchen, and he went rummaging around inside, glad he had gone grocery shopping the other day and that no one had stayed over recently. His fellow brothers had a large love of eating that his wallet often couldn’t meet, even though most of his funds came from robbing those he fed from.

Drawing out the appropriate materials for a sandwich, he started deftly layering meat and cheese on a slice of white bread, eyes darting up to observe his guest. Sehun didn’t want to frighten him with an order, but the man seriously looked like he would faint if he didn’t take a seat soon.

Focusing back on the sandwich, he laid a slice of tomato on top, figuring any additional vitamins he could give this guy would be a huge help, and then smeared some mayo on the top piece of bread, before presenting it to the man. “I’m Sehun, by the way.” He felt the urge to suddenly add, having forgotten that he’d never shared that fact, and that he didn’t know the other’s name either.

Going back to the fridge, to put his materials back, he drew out a can of lemonade and a jar of pickles, leaving both on the table in case the other fancied a drink or something more. “And you’re welcome to these as well.” Then he took the seat at the little table, back hunched over as he waited to see what the boy would say.

[freak-himchan]

Shadow || Himchan x Sehun

[freak-himchan]

In the split second before the man pulled off of his neck, Himchan was sure he was going to die.  His struggles were nothing to this person with their mouth closed around his skin, and the onset of lightheadedness did nothing to aid him as he pulled helplessly at clothes he couldn’t even see.  The fingers tightened in his hair, separating a few errant strands from his scalp and giving him no room to fight.  The game was over and this was how it was going to end.

But then the mouth was gone, its heat disappearing from his skin even as he felt the trail of a hot tongue dragging itself over the stinging wound in his neck.  The arms, the fingers, and the mouth all disappeared, leaving Himchan free to stumble a few steps away before his legs lost track of the ground and he fell forward.  Luck barely helped him catch himself with his hands, and he stayed where he was, hands and knees in dirt, trying to catch his breath and dismiss the dizziness that had taken over.

Himchan had donated blood once, in high school.  They’d had a drive, and asked for volunteers, and he’d been one.  Everything had gone fine until the very end, after they took the needle out of his arm and told him he could go.  He’d stood up, and had promptly passed right out into the arms of the technician.  Sometimes people do that, he was told later, after he’d come around and been forcefed stale cookies and orange juice before he was allowed to try standing again.  Low blood sugar, moving too quickly.  He would be perfectly fine, it was just… side effects.

He hadn’t donated blood again after that.  Not until today, at least, and luckily for him the effects weren’t quite as drastic this time around.  He chanced lifting one hand to his neck, fingers sliding through the remnants of warm saliva on him as he felt for the wound the other had left. Should have left.  It didn’t exactly hurt as it had a moment ago, and he could feel no openings in his skin.  Himchan wobbled a little as he looked back behind him, bleary eyes taking in the boy’s face as best they could.

Young.  Younger.  Soft features and blond hair.  The dark-haired man looked at him, not understanding what he was saying or what he meant, but he knew the tone and the body language meant nothing good for him.

"You s-stay away from me," Himchan managed, half-pushing himself to his feet before his knees refused and dropped him to the ground again.

Goddamnit.

[freak-ohsehun]

Sehun watched the body fall to the ground like a bird circling so many stories above the entire scene, wondering who the lanky blond could be. He looked too large to really exist, muscles rippling as he tensed, waiting for retaliation that made no sense to exist. Greater men had fallen to a lack of blood, seen stars swim in front of them, and then bowed to the galaxy. So why did he think this tiny man could fight back? His anger made him paranoid, because personal attacks tended to be far and few between. Not to mention this person had blemished his clothes somehow, with something that clearly wasn’t just blood. Was he angry about his clothes, or was he pitying the person who took the brunt of his vengeance?

It was a person, not just a body.

And with that, his bloodlust swept out of his vision, leaving Sehun shaky on his feet as well. He needed to breathe, had to remember that nothing about his power really made him undead. So he sucked in a breath, then started forward, recognizing that this person couldn’t answer any question from him in this state.

“Come here,” he coaxed, trying to make his voice firm, but still gentle enough that it couldn’t be misinterpreted, “You should probably try to go eat something…”

But what was he doing? This guy had already taken a long look at his features, probably could identify him to a police officer, so why was he putting himself at risk? He wasn’t stupid enough to think that some kindness after a feeding would cancel anything out. Honestly, it just made him look mentally unstable, and god forbid he wasn’t ending up in a padded cell.

But this guy. He had done something a normal person likely couldn’t…Sehun thought, at least. And that begged examining, because the only thing worse than getting chewed out by a guest that would likely get laughed out of a police station, would be getting kicked from the cirque for biting one of their own.

“Chocolate could help…or anything really.” He walked around the fallen man to his front, worry overwhelming his expression. This guy didn’t need to know it was mainly for himself –god, he hadn’t felt guilty for a feeding since he first began doing it. If anything, he resented this guy for making his chest clench up like this. “But seriously,” Sehun bit out, trying not to sound as frustrated as he felt, “What’s up with my pants? You didn’t burn me or anything, right?”

[freak-himchan]

Shadow || Himchan x Sehun

[freak-himchan]

Himchan had not always been very against touching or being touched.  Before all this had happened, he’d been very touchy with people, handsy in absent, quiet ways that didn’t seem to irk any of the people he held closest.  One of the things he had rather enjoyed, and did still enjoy, was the feeling of fingers running through his hair.  That, however, was not the case tonight.

He hadn’t heard footsteps behind him, too busy with making sure both gloves ended up in the pocket of his jeans.  Instead he felt the initial tingling sensation cut across his scalp and down his spine as someone’s fingers curled into his hair; he tensed immediately, eyes going wide, and a quiet yelp escaped him when the grip tightened, pulling his head to one side with force he didn’t have time to process or fight.

"What-" he managed to gasp out, before his voice disappeared inside his chest.  A hot breath hit the skin of his neck and not a moment later he felt something sharp and searing sinking into his flesh; he could feel the mouth on his skin, feel the way it pressed closed over the fangs embedded in him.  Feel the very blood slipping from his veins as the person sucked it from him.

This wasn’t happening.  His head was already spinning, unable to grasp the reality of the situation, and Himchan finally found himself fighting as best he could against the tight grip the person had on him.  One hand found clothes, pulled at them as violently as he could in an attempt to dislodge him or annoy him into letting go; deep black handprints and smudges peppered every spot he touched, his hands uncaring about their effects.

"Get off me!" His voice was rising in pitch, threatening a scream, and his other hand found the person’s cheek.  In his panic, Himchan’s hands did something they had never before done - his touch left a dark red mark on the skin of the man’s jaw, just under his ear.  The red mark then spiderwebbed, much like a crack in a windshield, across the man’s cheek.

[freak-ohsehun]

Soft clouds of cotton cradled his mind, insulating the teen against the struggle in his arms, just outside the safety of his head. He had created a state that he would push into whenever he would feed –because no matter how many people would struggle, there would always be the few that would cry, beg him for mercy, thinking they were going to die. Sehun could rip someone’s throat out and not feel as much like a monster as when someone sobbed “I have a daughter, I have a daughter!”

His brows furrowed at the memory, and he clenched his jaw a bit harder, the rivulets of blood flowing out faster. Moving to lick it up, his fingers curled more firmly in his victim’s hair, as the counter in the back of his mind warned him that he was growing close to one pint. He wanted more, he didn’t want to pull away and deal with this. He wanted to stay in his happy mindset where nothing could touch him…but he knew if he killed too close to the cirque, all of his companions would suffer.

So he drew back and licked the wound once more to close it, senses sharper, fangs flashing in the light for a split second before concealing themselves once more in his gums.

Drawing back, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then froze as something…wrong caught his attention. Glancing down at his clothes, he blinked once, twice, wondering if this guy had been covered in bleach or something.

“Hey, what…?” It wasn’t the discoloration from the blood either. That wouldn’t have shown up on his clothes. “What going on, what did you do?” And, forgetting his normal caution, he looked back at his victim, shock plain on his features, as he let the brunet see his face. But it was clothes, why should he care? Something about it just seemed unsettling –more so, how the man hadn’t appeared to be holding anything when he confronted him. What if it was acid? What if it was seconds away from reaching his skin?

A snarl built up in his throat, body trembling, as he waited to see if the man would answer.

[freak-himchan]

Shadow || Himchan x Sehun

After completing his act for the night, Himchan had slipped off to the relative quiet of the base camp, changed out of his performance clothes, and returned to the circus’s busiest area. While he generally avoided people, he also wanted to learn more about this new place he called home…  preferably without being questioned heavily about his act.  Himchan’s usual appearance would have guaranteed at least a few patrons recognising him.

Good thing he could change that.  Before returning, Himchan had changed not just his clothes… he’d also shed the blond wig he wore when out in public.  The item had become as commonplace as a shirt or socks to him, a stand-in for the fact that dyeing his hair was now extremely difficult, but on nights like tonight he was glad for the change.  His short brown hair would make him that much more difficult to recognise.

The tall man slipped through the crowd carefully; it was warm, and only seemed to be getting warmer, so he had opted for a sleeveless tshirt with his jeans.  The only out of place things on him were the black leather gloves he wore, and the bright orange and red watercolor tattoo of a fox that stood out in sharp contrast to the pale skin of his forearm.

He’d move it later, he decided as he walked.  It had been there for a while now.  He should try something else soon.

"Getting too warm," he murmured to himself finally, after wandering the crowd a good while.  Overheard conversations could only keep him here for so long, and his hands were starting to get too warm in the gloves.  Too many people around to wander without them on, as well.  It was time to go….

He made his way toward a less crowded area, walking slower and slower as the crowd tapered off. With a sigh he pulled the gloves off and stuffed them into his pocket.  Ahh, the price of freedom, he thought to himself. Sweaty palms.

[freak-ohsehun]

Mistake after mistake plagued his time with the cirque, Sehun feeding on a patron or two, pulling some bad rep for the gang that brought in decreased revenue, at least at the last place they had stopped at. Guilt ate at him, and occasionally he couldn’t help but miss NYC, and how at least the people he had spent his time with were willing to look the other way if bodies were found in nearby alleyways. That was gang life –and there certainly were plenty of animals that could have mauled the bodies after the victim was stabbed with a knife. That was life. Here, there were consequences to leaving leftovers, or even feeding in the wrong area.

Tonight, he was feeling just a bit more spiteful.

Performance attendance had been down for him, so he hadn’t been eating like he normally did before shows…and of course tonight about double of his normal turn out came by. He assumed it had something to do with Jongdae, but he couldn’t really know. And while he couldn’t be mad at his best friend, especially over something like simple speculation, he could resent the fans. (In reality, he hated himself for not properly preparing just in case, but self-loathing was too depressing of an emotion for him.) So, rather than go out into the city for a recharge, he would get it here.

God, one of these days the leader really would kick him out…if he wasn’t so careful.

At least since he wasn’t mad with hunger, he wouldn’t just pounce on any old person, oh no; tonight, he would do his (metaphorical) ancestors proud by stalking his prey.

He started out just casually hanging around after his show, dressed in a casual pair of black jeans, and a dark blue v-neck that wouldn’t show any blood on it, should it get any on it, looking for anyone that showed potential. Now, he couldn’t say what made up his mind for him, but when he saw a man with short brown hair walking toward the less populated area of the cirque, he followed silently, tongue wetting his lips with anticipation.

Of course, he wasn’t a beast, so the stalking lasted only as long as his nerves, which were thankfully short that night.

The moment no one else was in sight, he shot forward, the prior weakness in his legs disappearing as his body sensed food. One hand went up into the short locks, and he yanked his head to the side, being careful not to rip, only to forcefully guide, as the other settled on the man’s shoulder, as Sehun leaned in, fangs suddenly elongating as he bit down.

A happy sigh escaped as he started sucking, feeling the energy begin to flow back into his body, as a timer ticked down in his mind. Taking more than a pint would be cruel, so he would make sure he took no more than that.

But he was so invested in that, that he had pretty much forgotten the man in his arms altogether. Although, what was the worst he could do?

[freak-chen]

You Found Me | In The Past | Sehun & Chen.

[freak-chen]

Gratefulness bloomed in Chen’s chest when a jacket was handed to him, still warm from the other man’s body heat. Pulling his cardigan back up straight on his shoulders, he proceeded to wrap it around himself, not actually passing his arms in the sleeves, however. He didn’t particularly want to dirty his savior’s jacket, nor did he want to seem to claim it as his own, seem greedy. Chen truly simply wanted to show he appreciated the gesture, that his body could use the warmth.

Chen’s stomach churned at the thought of food afterward, and, despite the fact it was because he hadn’t eaten anything in a long, long time, he almost turned down the other’s offer. It wasn’t this man’s job to feed him, nor was it to offer him safety. That was Chen’s own duty, to care for himself, but somewhere along the way he had terribly failed, had landed someplace that ate pieces of his soul away with every passing moment, every time he had to go against his survival instincts to actually survive.

Chen terribly wanted to trust the other and seize everything his presence seemed to offer, yet he hesitated, wanting to say no until the very last moment, until his tongue actually disobeyed and made him murmur “a bit.” Sucking in a breath he hoped would give him courage, he looked up at the taller male, noting the softness that resided in them, and nodded a tad more firmly than his voice had previously sounded. “Yeah, I am…”

He hoped he wasn’t too mistaken by giving this stranger part of his trust, wished he could show he was trustworthy enough to be brought home for a reason other than a gig.

[freak-ohsehun]

Sehun could barely notice the anxiety that tightened in his chest for every moment the man spent hesitating, much less the warm pool of it that seemed to stem from nowhere. But how could that be? He should have noticed that being so concerned for a strange prostitute was strange, even out of character for him. Living the way he did, shutting out his emotions was one of the only ways to cope with his terrible life, but this man seemed to grab deep, even on a simple glance.

He just wanted to feed him. Someone so skinny looked like he barely ate. And Sehun had watched kids, tiny things, starve themselves to skin and bones because their mothers preferred shooting up to eating. It disgusted him.

Licking his lips, he went to wipe the blood off of his face the best he could with his arm, smearing the partially-dried liquid back and forth until it was barely there, much less distinguishable. Only after he decreed himself presentable enough did he offer his hand to the other wordlessly. Somehow, driving his point home with words just seemed redundant, if a bit insulting, and it never really had been his way.

Besides, anything that kept them there longer just increased the chance that someone else could walk by and find the body. He had dealt with such situations before, but god knew what could happen to this guy, if his pimp found out about involvement in a murder. The thought of this guy’s face covered in bruises was enough to make his eyes darken again, but he glanced down, hoping to hide them at least a little.

Even if it wasn’t together, they needed to move. Stat.

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[freak-jia]

LOST IN TRANSLATION ☆ JIA & SEHUN

[freak-jia]

Sehun had seemed to be accustomed to drinking and it was quite odd to see because she hadn’t experienced this side to the male before. She kept an odd expression on her face, lips slightly curved into a smile while he spoke to her—more of a sign of confusion because she didn’t know what ‘rocks’ was in Mandarin, trying to follow his words as they flew at her—alcoholic ‘gold’? Unsure, she just nodded when he suggested his own beverage and she waved at the bartender, who seemed reluctant to make his way back to their end, pointing to Sehun’s drink and then back to herself, miming in the same fashion as her companion to get one for herself. The two must have looked rather silly to the other patrons, but she had hardly noticed anyone in the time that they had been there, their thoughts oddly quiet to her. "Here we go!" Jia announced cheerfully as the older man put the small glass in front of her, ice and brown liquid staring back at her almost menacingly—an intimidating look that she skillfully ignored to try and impress Sehun. She had felt a slight buzz from the beer that she had tried to conquer, but determination kept her ignorant to the feeling, bringing the new glass to her lips and letting it hover there for a moment, the smell making her wince before even trying the contents. This was Sehun’s drink of choice? Oh, please let me live tonight. “This is new try! Make sure I get home safe!” she said with a giggle before tilting the glass, letting some of the harsh liquid past her lips, swallowing quickly to lessen the bitterness on her tongue. It was easily the worst thing that she had ever tasted, but somehow more tolerable than the beer. She just shrugged and nodded towards the other, giving a thumbs-up. “Okay!” It was hard to really begin conversation and Jia felt that the two of them were dancing around it as they sat upon the barstools, fondling their drinks while engaging in mindless small-talk—the same type of talk that they often found themselves in on the circus grounds. In times like these, she had wished that she could control her ability and find clues in his mind to get her started, but her own head was only filled with jumbled Mandarin and Korean as she worked to put her own sentences together. "So, where you come from?" she finally blurted out randomly, eyes widening mainly in surprise to herself.

[freak-ohsehun]

He never really noticed when strange slang found its way into his Korean –having grown up learning both that and English tended to lead to some strange phrasings. And a very violent misunderstanding, the first time someone had tried to introduce him to “skinship.” Either way, it seemed like even normal phrases might slip right by Jia into the gibberish category. Maybe he was speaking too fast, or her store of Korean didn’t include drunken, Americanized versions. That last one seemed pretty likely, but the subject was too boring for him to waste any more brain power on.

Sehun laughed happily into his drink at her phrases, resisting the urge to reach over and pinch her cheek only because Jia was older than him, and he understood the whole emphasis on respect they had over here. God knew gangs were big on that kind of junk, too.

Realizing he had heard her speak without really listening, he blinked at her for a second, hoping his processors just didn’t have a good connection, before her words registered, and he nodded solemnly. “You’ll get home by midnight, don’t worry!” He laughed, cheeks going a bit red at the fact he had made a freaking Cinderella reference, and he just tried to drown his own idiocy out with more alcohol. Yeah; he was the perfect person to make sure they got home safely.

Shaking his head, he redirected his focus with a last ditch burst of effort, since he knew he must not have seemed too invested in their prior ones, and tried to honestly think about her latest question. Where had he come from? A flash of dirty streets, dirty faces, burst of light in dark places, crimson blooming over graffiti’d brick walls, and the muffled grief that came from living on the streets.

“New York, New York.” He answered, accent slurred with the Korean he had been strictly speaking for the past few months. Clearing his throat, like that would center his thoughts properly, he finished with a soft, “Inner city.” His home had been poor, his mom overworked, and he hated his house, which tended to be broken into more than not. Sehun had taken to storing his precious items in an old tree in the park, with only his laptop finding a home under the floorboards. God knew he needed to be able to watch his shows.

“What about you?” He forced his strangely animated mind back on track, hoping to divert them with another swill of alcohol. Perhaps hearing her story would distract that weird train of thought he was on.

[freak-chen]

You Found Me | In The Past | Sehun & Chen.

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[freak-ohsehun]

Through his own haze of satisfaction, he watched the terror on the whore’s face with a sense of foreboding. Where could this lead? What if he continued to scream and called out for help? Would someone come this time? Sehun’s body tensed, eyes staying curiously blank as he prepared to make a run for it, thinking he had done enough, that  a traumatized prostitute couldn’t possibly be blamed for something like this. Someone might be. Unless…

Reaching up, he untied the blue bandana that hung around his neck, then tied it around the dead man’s wrist. There. The police virtually ignored gang violence these days, it was so widespread. Now his conscience was clear enough for him to leave.

Straightening back up just in time to catch the smaller man, he stared down at him, a strange sense of warmth coming over him, even as he watched the guy shiver. Sehun cleared his throat, “Of course… Here.” He took a small step back, shucked off his jacket, and held it out to the prostitute.

He didn’t know what force made him stay. The emotions twisted his thoughts desperately, though he seemed to float above them, gliding through from point A to point B. This person was in a bad place, he could tell, even if his attacker lay cold on the ground. Someone in that position…a gang member knew far too many prostitutes, so that even a male one was recognizable. Sehun knew what could and would happen to him, so perhaps that’s what begot his next soft phrasing, “Are you hungry?” There had been nothing to incur that question, but somehow the sight of the fragile looking man had him wondering.

If he turned him down, they could go their separate ways, no questions asked, but somehow the thought of this man going to an appointment after nearly being harmed stirred something basic in him –something he rarely ever felt for others nowadays. If he turned him down, he could forget. But if he let it end here, the guilt would follow him home.

Sehun tried to soften his gaze for the other, as he waited to hear the man’s answer.

[freak-jia]

LOST IN TRANSLATION ☆ JIA & SEHUN

Jia didn’t know Sehun well and maybe that’s why she was where she was, seated on a stool at a Japanese bar, long delicate fingers wrapped around her glass that was full of something that she couldn’t even say in her native tongue. In Korea, it had been increasingly better with time to order beverages, but Japan was a whole different nightlife culture with a confusing language attached to it that she could only say the basic greetings in. She had carelessly pointed to one of the beers on tap that was conveniently ahead of her and the taste was horrific and stout, causing her facial features to scrunch and distort at each sip. It had been a rocky start to her night with the male, who she had been drawn to because of curiosity. Unfortunately, since the day had started, Jia had been unable to tap into her ability, not hearing a single thought from anyone. There was so much behind pursed lips that she wanted to discover about Sehun and up until that point, she hadn’t heard anything noteworthy in his thoughts, which was equally as perplexing as his silence. Their interactions had always been short and uneventful, which had her confused when he extended an invitation to visit the city, as they had never been out to drinks together. If anything, though, it brought on opportunity to spend time away from the people they know and give her a chance to strengthen whatever bond they had been slowly creating in the time they had known each other, which wasn’t particularly long.  "What’s that?" Jia’s small voice squeaked through deep red lips, one manicured nail pointed at the glass in front of Sehun that didn’t resemble anything that she had tried before—brown liquors had always been a zone that the female didn’t mess with, afraid of throwing too many of her thoughts on others. She wasn’t aware that all alcohol had similar affects and she was still slightly new to drinking in general. "It’s bad," she choked out after another short sip of her beer, pushing the glass towards Sehun and ridding herself of it, unable to go further than half of the contents. "You drink it, okay?" she said in a cheerful tone, lips pulling into a cheesy smile. "I’m going to order something else."

[freak-ohsehun]

Big emotions had never really been Sehun’s thing, so even when the pretty older girl agreed to go for drinks with him, he merely felt the pleased flicker of happiness warm his breast like a small lightbulb, rather than an electric blanket. He knew she could read thoughts, but he tended to keep those simple as well, so he never really worried too much.

And how could he worry now, with an ice-cold whiskey in his hand, a pretty freak at his side? A loud guffaw left his lips at the phrasing, and he beamed at her, toasting it toward her since she slid her drink back toward the bartender. “Whiskey!” He sang in English, laughing as he switched back to Korean, “On the rocks, just the way I like it!” How much had he had to drink thus far? Eh, it didn’t matter. When you felt that good, why speculate over something meaningless?

Pulling out his phrase book, he squinted at it in the dim lighting and tried to order her some sake, though he ended up asking for a scorpion. But he had already shut the book by the time the poor man mustered a “nani?” so he just blew him off with a toast of Jia’s crappy drink, though he choked on it after downing a quaff. “Wow…pre-tty bad, huh? You should have some of mine, it’s like alcoholic gold.” Because god knew, he had been drinking illegally since he was practically in diapers, back in NYC.

To continue that, he gestured toward the whiskey, then held up two fingers, miming like an asshole until the flustered worker finally brought him a second one. “Ah, Japan…gotta love it.” He snorted, before reaching for the fresh glass. Sehun’s thoughts were finally starting to unravel fuzzily, focusing on how beaky the bartender’s nose looked, and how the dim lights looked pretty reflecting off of the glass. Everything was terribly mundane, but it was starting to dip into the deeper sections, with muted bangs echoing deep under the waves of the common.

He just took another drink. 

[freak-ohsehun]

Janitor for Dinner || Sehun + Taeil

Having been totally clear with Junsu when he joined the circus, Sehun had stopped feeling guilty about only doing a few shows every couple of nights, seeing as his blood intakes were random and had to be careful, seeing as the cirque really didn’t need the negative flak. He was truly appreciative of the rag-tag team of freaks that gave him the first safe home he had ever known…so he had to make sure it stayed safe, and his feedings weren’t connected to the group.

However, that night, he hadn’t been able to get far at all, having miscalculated the last time he had fed, and he was nearly delirious as he stumbled through the crowd, trying not to stare down anyone’s jugular. It was much harder than anyone could give it credit for.

Nearly losing his way in the haze of snack packs that he couldn’t enjoy, he pushed into a practically abandoned looking section of the cirque –the living quarters. Perhaps he could make his way here to some loser going for a night time jog, or he could steal into the city, find his usual prey in the alleys. But of course he couldn’t have lasted that long.

The bloodlust that had dropped over his vision was the only thing that kept him from collapsing with exhaustion, and he knew deep in the pit of his stomach that the first person he’d see would not be as lucky as those in the crowds behind him had been.

When he spotted the janitor, he felt a surge of happiness –the circus couldn’t afford stuff like that, right? It had to be some random guy from like, a school or something. Sehun hid behind the nearest tent, eyes glittering with the fairy lights hanging around, as he licked his chops like some animal. Anticipating. Knowing the right moment had to be coming soon. It was only a matter of time.