a foolish, fragile spine.

lu han, also known as silver. twenty. swallowed by the deluge of melancholy. a weapon. " but we both know how it goes. i say i want you inside me and you hold my head underwater, i say i want you inside me and you split me open with a knife. " ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

[ynggukks-blog-deactivated201702]

manuscripts . yongguk & lu han

[ynggukks-blog-deactivated201702]

{—* the hunter has a point, Yongguk must concede. He has no use for hunter blood, unless it’s for the purpose of luring out a vampire or some such. Not that many would be foolish enough to indulge in the blood of a hunter, anyway. } Technicalities, they can be worked around. {—* action and adventure. well, it’s been a while since he ventured into that territory but Yongguk is confident he can make it work. If not, he’ll be reaping the repercussions of it yes, but at least there’s a chance it will benefit him greatly. It’d be nice to get a little more cash to his name, and the time period since he last fed is growing longer with each tick of the clock. } Alright, I’ll see what can be done then. 

{—* at this moment, the coffee is delivered. Yongguk mutters his thanks with detached courtesy, raising his cup to his lips to sip at the beverage. } You really don’t look too good. 

[sabxhan]

{ —the incessant pain that batters him causes him to wince every now and then, and he notices that he really shouldn’t be outside at this moment but there’s nothing that aggravates him more than the evading the inevitability of his task as a hunter, especially when he aims to become one of the greatest of his kind. he hums when the other male signifies the willingness to follow his suggestion, sighing to convey the relief that comes surging with it. he doesn’t know how long he can stay there when the necessities to rest have been beckoning, causing him to increasingly feel even more unwell with the drop drop drop of the moment. when the coffee is placed before him, he murmurs a thank you before taking a sip, and looks up when Yongguk points out the fact that he doesn’t look too good. } I know. It must be the cold. { —he speaks, tone containing more pain than it should. }

[greattgastby-deactivated2015110]

Serena's eyes followed the stranger and his movements, taking a step toward him. "You're not too bad yourself as far as I can tell. I'm Serena." She spoke quietly, leaning against the stall wall.

[sabxhan]

Her voice distracted him from choosing the prize, but he managed to finish what he was doing before replying to her, offering an amiable smile. "Thank you," he said, albeit the entire comment of not too bad nicked his ego a little. "I'm Lu Han. It's a pleasure knowing you."

[bornwithsilver-deactivated20171]

presenting the hunter family ot3 — smoke & bone style.

'i'm proud of us….'

[sabxohsehun-deactivated20150723]

lunch break ;

People’s reactions could be more calculated than the optimistic quotes cold ever fight against. Two hundred years and Sehun had seen every microsecond descision and fraction hesitation; he knew how someone would move as soon as they had passed their minds. He could sense it in the tension and relaxation of their bodies. This had very little to do with his vampire side; this was Sehun’s fighter side. This was years of sparring, training, fighting — over and over. With the bead of sweat across his brow, a small grunt was exhaled from his lips as he exterted his strength on the oldest student in his class. Fingers curled on the front of Luhan’s shirt, one knee bent down into the mat underneath them, while he twisted the younger males arm into an awkward state of submission. Eyes pierced sharply at the honey strands of hair that were a mess upon Luhan’s head, Sehun felt the twitch of smirk in the corner of his lips. Satisfaction in tiny sips.

"And that’s how you pin an opponent that comes at you from behind," the deceptively twenty-year-old looking male spoke in a firm but precise tone. Carefully adjusting Luhan’s arm as he loosened his tight grip—that last result he needed was an injury. Though he would confess, it was Luhan’s choice to join his classes and as the most physically matched, Sehun gave in to the temptation to prove his skills on the other. The blonde eased down into a kneeling position, head turned to offer a warm and friendly smile to the children in his class. Their heights noticably mismatched, and their ages from anywhere from six years old and up. "Don’t use it on each other while we get lunch though. Everyone of my students are siblings and we don’t fight one another for real," Sehun’s spoke to the young children as he bowed his head forward and clasped his hands in front of his chest. "Class dismissed," falling from his lips as the chorus of children’s voices filled his dojang, a messy line of uneven bows given to Sehun.

Small feet padding away with excitement, voices rising as soon as their backs are turned to the twenty-year-old male. The vampire’s dark eyes drifting slowly to meet Luhan. “Lunch?”

[sabxhan]

His arrival and verdict to join the dojo had been nothing but anything sort of capricious, but every time he was there, the deluge of memories had always been present, marring his thoughts with insistence that Lu Han definitely despised for he didn’t need any more reminder of how much he’d sucked—how weak, how frail, how worthless. There he was, standing before the array of children, falling stray from the supposedly straight line, musing over the fact that he’d been as young as them, trained under the scrutiny of his parents as they had tried and ensured that he would become like them one day; that he would be a hunter, one which greatness would match up to their expectations. Flash news: he hadn’t become as such—he’d been overshadowed by his cousins for god knew how long, hidden by the umbra casted by none other than one of the most prominent huntresses and the commander—that person who operated directly beneath Daniel Henney himself. Flash news: he’d become nothing but a disappointment to himself—one fact that he couldn’t deny even though he’d spent his mornings and nights sinking his teeth underneath his flesh, puncturing the veins and tearing his skin open.

Looking at the children, he’d always wondered if some of them shared the sentiment that he’d had when he had been younger. Some of them were the children of the hunters whom he knew of, but none actually seemed to exert the similar amount as what Lu Han did when he had been as young as them. The billowing thoughts were then cut short by a rude interruption, and suddenly, he was already lying on his back, Sehun’s hand clutching a fistful of his uniform. Lesson number one: a moment of weakness was never, ever affordable. That was why Lu Han was the least trained hunter in his house, albeit the years squandered on the grueling hours of practices. Maybe he’d been too engrossed in the entire concept of precision that he’d overlooked the necessity to learn and hone his reflex. How disappointing—he thought. Lower lip was worried between his teeth in blatant dissatisfaction.

Soon enough, the class was filled with the disheveled tap, tap, tap of the enthusiastic children’s feet upon hearing that the class was dismissed, and Sehun’s voice tore into his reverie. Lu Han sighed, and nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said as he hoisted himself to his feet, undoing his belt. “Where do you feel like eating?”

[sabxjimin-deactivated20140909]

escape by flight❞ ⋮ lh & pjm

He picked up the container from the floor, the flask light in his hand as he shook to make sure he wasn’t just careless. There had been a temper tantrum the night before, his home in disarray from his own doing. It was a bit shameful, if he were to be completely honest with himself. The Nephilim almost prided himself in his apathy, he felt relief in the fact that he just didn’t have to care about others outside of his own being. But there were times like last night, where he saw red, red, red, grabbing furniture and tossing it to the ground, watching frames and vases break with some sardonic glee.

But the next morning as always filled with emptiness.

Jimin heaved a sigh as he started to pick up the pieces again, his small fingers carefully picking up shards of glass and nails to throw them away, rearranging his living room with ease. He had the day off today, anyway, so what did he have to worry about? “Ah,” he hummed quietly, dusting his hands off after he had pushed the couch up against the wall. “Blood.” That had been the source of his disruption. He took his time meandering towards the fridge before opening the door — and found it lacking in what he needed. What an inconvenience, the dark haired boy thought as he stepped over a pillow he’d yet to pick up, digging into the drawer to dress himself for the day.

Today’s mission, he decided, was to bug Han. As he sat on the bed and finished tugging on his hoodie, Jimin fished out his cellphone (unharmed somehow, in his fury. perhaps he wasn’t entirely lost the night before) and searched through his contacts. Finding the name with ease considering it was one of the few that actually had a name associated with the number, Jimin pressed the call button and waited for the other to pick up, tilting his head and breathing in deeply. 

[sabxhan]

The sky was somber, as though to accompany the forlornness that rested heavy within him, burdens lacing themselves on his shoulders as he made his way to the local graveyard. Krystal wasn’t home when he left, and it was better that way for he didn’t want to be questioned as to where he was going; he didn’t need to explain himself, not with the bramble that pierced the insides of his mouth, making the cavity a cavern to call home. He wished that he could tell her something, anything—leaving the usual note that he wasn’t coming home, that he was maybe staying in the embrace of his past for the night, but he couldn’t even grab the pen and memo, let alone write the message. There was no message to be inscribed anywhere either, for Lu Han wanted his departure to be as quiet as possible, leaving no sign, just as it was every other year.

Brought within his backpack were the jar filled with origami cranes, and a bag of blood that signified the fact that he’d followed their path, just as requested from him before they had passed away. With that, he sauntered out of the house, a cigarette perching between his lips as he did. He made his way to the nearest bus stop, embracing himself amidst the assault of autumn breeze that was bone-chilling enough to send shivers down his spine. He sighed in relief when it was time to climb to the bus, and the trip didn’t take too long—just before he knew it, he’d already reached his destination, and he descended from the vehicle while zipping his hooded jacket up to protect him from the undulating weather.

There wasn’t much that he did there apart from standing before his parents’ grave, losing himself in his never-ending train of thoughts. He placed the jar on the grave but left the blood in his bag for it wasn’t something which should be found littering a place like this. And in the midst of it, his phone vibrated inside his pocket, and he reluctantly pulled it out to find a number whose owner he recalled clearly. “Hello?”

[sabxkikwang-blog]

 ❝ I’m smart too! i was just…confused, it could get really tricky you know!— aish, my poor wallet— fine dinner’s on me, you earned it  little man❞

[sabxhan]

❝ Whatever you say, hyung, as long as I get my dinner. I want meat, hehe. ❞

[greattgastby-deactivated2015110]

Serena held her stuffed rabbit in her hands and turned when she heard a voice comment to her. Her eyes took in his appearance and then flickered to his face before speaking. "Thank you. Just luck I think."

[sabxhan]

He noted the way she perused him before addressing his comment, but paid no further attention to it as she didn't seem like the hostile type. She was surely someone of the supernatural circle, though; but he didn't recall her name and species. "You're welcome," he smiled at her, before starting to play the game himself.

[sabxhan]

outro.

[dionysus-twtd]

( — large groups of people used to make his palms sweat and his breathing hitch with a feeling so dark he could only ever liken it to smoke - thick smoke, going from darker greys to see-through whites and back again as it closed in around his throat and hugged, filled his lungs and choked, made him feel so small that he might slip through the spaces between the cobblestones beneath his feet. the feeling is barely more than a memory now, albeit an unpleasant one, and he has long since learned to find solace in large groups and the odd camaraderie formed between strangers experiencing the same things - the music, the scent of caramel, the laughter. but the warmth that washed over him as he entered the festival area is unceremoniously torn away from him as he recognizes someone in the blur of people he’s passing. the scent of silver suddenly fills his nose and tendrils of smoke slither towards his neck, closing in on him as he sees the other smile, and Jaejoong tenses even though he manages to calm himself enough to attempt to smile back. ) Hello. ( — he knows that his tense stance and reaction could not have possibly passed a trained hunter by, which does nothing to ease the restlessness that’s plaguing him, and his tone is cautious when he speaks. ) Enjoying a day off?

[sabxhan]

{ —there’s something in Lu Han that viscerally points out that maybe Jaejoong won’t even return his gesture, not even out of politeness. it’s not like he’s obligated to, especially since Lu Han is much younger compared to the other male, it seems—Lu Han doesn’t know his precise age, but given that the other male has already looked older than him and werewolves are blessed with the genes to look much younger than they actually are, Lu Han freely assumes. but in the end, Jaejoong does, albeit there’s indubitably a sense of sternness that the other emits, causing Lu Han to wish that he can twitch his eye a little, slightly disturbed by the fact that Jaejoong chooses to return his gesture. but Lu Han has the will to reign himself in, keeping himself from igniting any possible problem that might arise from such a trivial matter. at least Jaejoong smiles back, and that’s all that matters, for at least Jaejoong tries—anything else pertains to that can go into the brackets of futility. } Hello, hyung. { —he politely starts. } No, it’s not a day off for me. I went to college this morning. How about yourself?

[sabxhan]

lonesome.

[sabxbaek]

{ —baekhyun isn’t quite sure what dragged him outside that night, or why he even bothered to do so. he’s not one to go out - not, unless he is to be the main attraction of wherever he directs himself to, that is. baekhyun may be rich and self-proclaimed popular, but he’s not that much of a social butterfly as he makes it seem when impersonating his multiple musical characters. no, baekhyun is a rather stiff person, awkward truly, hiding helplessness under a cold personality. therefore, he’s not exactly one to leave his house when not needed, nor really one to ‘hang out with friends’, yet he still found himself going over to the summer festival. he feels better by telling himself he’s doing it out of pure tradition, and not because he might actually hope to see some familiar face or have some sort of social interaction. nevertheless, he’s mildly interested in the goldfish he found swimming around in the clear water, tilted head and dark eyes watching the little fish dance around so prettily like that. maybe it’s a bit dumb (who even gets fascinated by fish?), but baekhyun is pretty damn entertained, he may say - so much that when a familiar voice is heard, he quickly looks up with a rather alarmed expression, eyes searching the crowd in search of its source. luhan. was he surprised? he couldn’t really tell. it has been a while since they have last spoken, though. baekhyun straightened himself, clearing his throat softly, and pretending he wasn’t just impressed by fish five seconds ago } odd, isn’t it? { —he offers a smile out of politeness, followed by a shrug as his eyes drift to look around the place } i wanted to see how the festival was holding up this year, i guess.

[sabxhan]

{ —he catches the fascination that previously settled thickly on the other male’s facial features, but doesn’t make a comment on it for he isn’t entirely sure that the much older male would appreciate having that pointed out, especially since such an amount of interests showed towards goldfish swimming in the buckets of water are far from what seems like prideful for men. still, Lu Han believes that it suits the other male just fine; the entire idea of being enthralled by the presence of fish, it fits Baekhyun’s somewhat childlike aura too well—maybe it has something to do with the way his facial contours dip and slope, something that can’t be shaken off despite the eternity that Baekhyun has gone through. Lu Han himself is aware that he himself is also rather fitting when it comes to that—the juvenile impression that he often emits albeit the age that now no longer falls into the brackets of adolescence since he now no longer a teenager cannot fade. Lu Han himself is fairly entertained by the presence of the goldfish and the colors exhibited before him, but he is sure that it’s obvious to see that he doesn’t have to point that out to Baekhyun. } Yeah, a little odd. I never thought I’d see you in a place like this. { —he chuckles, politely replying since Baekhyun isn’t only his senior in terms of age, but also in terms of occupation. } Ah, I see, hyung. Would you like to, uh, play?

[sabxsoo-blog]

squall to settle ;

"they say there’s going to be a big storm tonight," kyungsoo murmurs to himself, bone-tired fingers shielding his eyes away from the absent glare of sunlight. "but it looks like it’s already coming." mercifully, he had just rounded off today’s duties — and was already due to a cosy night in with the company of a snug duvet and his go-to series of rom-com reruns. alone maybe; but not lonely, no… no.

                    — — —

"wow," he sighs, dipping his head to peek out through the window. "i hope everyone is nice and safe inside." but squinting through the downpour from leaden sky, kyungsoo finds that apparently not everyone had caught wind ( no pun intended ) of the tempest. no second is spared as he eagerly springs to his feet, quickly swiping an umbrella into his hands before scuttling through his front door.

gauging by the relentless battle against the fierce gale, he’s not entirely sure if there was much point to picking up the umbrella in the first place. “excuse me!” he yells as loud as his lungs can muster, to the running figure a few metres away. when he catches up, he sees that the stranded form is a boy. lean by physique, pretty by face; familiar in all. “l-lu… han?” despite the torrential rain, a wide grin inescapably pulls at the tails of kyungsoo’s lips. “you gave me the bunch of alstroemerias,” he says, fondness crinkling the crescents he has for eyes. “oh! um, come inside! i don’t want you getting a cold.” without waiting for an answer ( and the shelter of the umbrella ), he wraps his fingers around the other boy’s wrist, tugging him back home.

[sabxhan]

The storm brewing at the pit of the fissured sky is the least of Lu Han’s concern when he’s swallowed whole by the maelstrom of thoughts, engulfed by the incessant inner downpour that never seems to leave him as of late. He’s been staying outside, sitting on a park bench that is a little more too dilapidated than not, and Lu Han thinks that it fits him for he’s been feeling weary and rusted with the thoughts of you’ll never be good enough, you’ll never ever be good enough. With the series of belligerence marring his mind, he barely has time to recognize the sign of torrential rain that threatens to pour, until the drizzle comes and washes the earth, causing Lu Han to scurry on his feet, running towards the nearest shelter.

He starts running at an interval, sometimes slowing down to ensure that he won’t slip, and sometimes quickening his steps so that he can arrive at the nearest bus halt faster. On his way to it, however, someone calls out for him, and causes Lu Han to pivot on his heel. He blinks, the rainwater canopies his vision but it doesn’t stop him from the slithering recognition, his own expression lacquered with that of joviality despite the fact that he’s extremely drenched. “Kyungsoo,” he speaks, volume loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rain. He doesn’t know as to why he was overwhelmed by the impulse to deliver flowers to none other than the flower deliverer himself, but Lu Han isn’t certain if there’s even any smidgen of regret. At the invitation, he nods, and lets the other male tug at his wrist to lead him home. “Thank you so much,” he says with relief dousing his tone. “And sorry for the trouble.”

[sabxhan]

explosion.

{ —there’s a crack in the sky when Lu Han finds himself lost in the crowd again, wandering and wandering to find a destination to possess, to point, but there’s none that he feels like squandering hours on staring at the fissured firmament that vastly spreads before him. the festivity mood is heavy around him, hung like decorations that constantly haunt him on his ceilings—like a series of dreamcatchers that promise him with a deluge of sweet dreams but instead provide him with nightmares, catching him in his restlessness with their malicious teeth. and he is weary from the said mood, weary from the joviality that he doesn’t don too well as of late, insecurities hugging him like a blanket as he’s been questioning himself as to why he’s there, reminiscing about moments when his parents fingertips would connect with the back of his hands, sending warmth that’s now burnt onto the expanses only with the reminders that he’ll never ever ever be good enough. suffocation marks his neck with embedded fingers, vicious. he’s choking, and before he knows it, he stumbles into the first stall that swims into his view, lips slit into a toothy grin when a familiar face is the one who mans the stall. } Hello there, hyung. Didn’t know you opened a stall too.

[sabxhan]

outro.

{ —there are several pairs of eyes casting curious glances his way as he sits on the decrepit bench along the path of the park where the entire festival was built, legs folded against his chest with an arm belted around them as he blows the smokes out of his cavity, scrutinizing the way the ember burned at the apex of his cigarette. too young, they might think—too young for the self destruct mechanism that he’s concocted out of the tendrils of ennui that have managed to smother him and wring sanity out of his mind. it can be deemed as idiocy, he muses, but he can’t desist the conduct, constantly craving for more and more and more like the common practice of addiction. he doesn’t move from his spot until he’s done with the gaseous malady that he’s inflicted on himself, getting to his feet and wandering around the vicinity as he notes the different stalls propped up that evening. it’s during the process is when he locates a rather familiar face, despite the absence of a formal introduction between the two. in fact, there’s nothing but ill connection that has wafted its way between them, but Lu Han isn’t there to seek enemies, so he smiles amiably, trying to exhibit a bout of good will to the older male. }

[sabxjoy-deactivated20141019]

The Newbie || Luhan and Joy || Closed

Her alarm went off that morning far earlier than she had ever wanted it to.  She rolled out of bed, her long, messy hair flopping to cover her eyes, obscuring her vision almost entirely.  She sighed breathily, shuffling over her cold hardwood floor towards the bathroom in search of a shower and some modicum of awake and alertness.  The similarly cold tiles practically burned her very sensitive feet as she padded into the bathroom.  Blinking, blurry-visioned through her bangs she headed to the shower and cranked it up, shutting the glass door to wait for the water to warm up.

"Oh…I look so messy." she huffed, running a hand through her tangled hair as she gazed at her reflection.  Thus dissatisfied she opened the cabinet and grabbed her tooth brush and the strangled tube of toothpaste beside it.  The girl squeezed a pea sized drop of the stuff onto her brush and started vigorously brushing her teeth.  Being that she was sleepy and dying for a shower, she skipped the usual two minute time and spat fairly quickly, rinsing up before checking the water.  She found it steamy warm and, thankfully the right jump start that she needed for her day.  

Resolving that all the young wolf needed was to be clean with neat hair, she decided, with much effort to skip her usual twenty minute ponder. She stepped out of her pjs and popped inside, letting the door pop closed behind her.  The hot water had the precise effect that she had been looking for, making her eyes flick open and her stiff back and shoulders loosen almost immediately.  Savoring the moment, she tipped her head back and let the water flow freely over her closed eyelids and lips, dripping slowly onto the plastic floor below.  Now that she had satisfied her minor pondering needs as she called it with that, she washed up as quickly as she promised herself.  A strong scrubbing and a surprisingly long and difficult brushing out of her mid back length hair, and she was done.

Joy twisted the faucet off, shaking off the moisture that had gathered in her long, new wavy hair.  Her hair slipped in front of her eyes, blinding her for a second time that morning.  Being too lazy to move her hair that was causing her such issues, she stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom.  Her fingers scrabbled along the paint of the wall until she found the alcoved shelves that held her family’s towels.  She grabbed her favorite towel, a fluffy green one that she could tell simply by touch, and wrapped around her damp frame, tugging it tightly about her.  As she began to shake the water out of her ears, she heard her mother’s voice calling from below, something garbled and indistinct.   “What?” she shouted back, her head flicking up, pushing her hair from her eyes.  

"One of the young men from the pack are here." her mother bellowed from the bottom of the long staircase, her voice pitching lower that usual, "Quit loafing and come and say hello, Sooyoungie, he’s been waiting ten minutes already!" Joy blinked in surprise, but called back a dazed affirmation. She padded into her room, tugging her closet doors open and picking out the first things that came to hand: A pink skirtwaist, undies, shorts to go under, a black belt that hugged her waist. Thus arrayed, she scurried down, coming to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, blinking at the stranger standing in the entryway beside her irritated mother. Unexpected though he was, she was grateful for contact with someone in the pack.

"Well here goes." she thought, smiling brightly, heading over, "Hey there, I’m Joy!"

[sabxhan]

He woke up too early for his liking that morning; somber dawn greeted his morning with crepuscular luminosity, a sheer layer of soft glow against his skin as he kicked the blanket off of his body, a guttural groan leaving his throat resolutely as he tried squeezing his eyes shut to catch another bout of rest. But there was none. Nada. The grasp of sleep was elusive, slithering between the gaps of his fingers no matter how hard he attempted to slip away from consciousness, emptying the bottled thoughts that invaded his mind way too early, all to no avail. Hence, he eventually resorted to hoisting himself to an upright sitting position, perusing the creases of his open palms as he shook the lingering disorientation away.

Yawning, he washed his face with a gowpen of water and brushed his teeth, finishing his morning rituals before climbing to the rooftop of the house shared with too many hunters within the confinement of a single shelter. (Too many in terms of hunters, too little in terms of people—Lu Han had been lonely, and still was. It wasn’t anyone’s fault; it was his for having too much of melancholy deposited between the cracks of his ribs, amidst the fissures of his bones.) A pack of cigarette was stored safely within his pocket, with a lighter, and a collection of poems was there within his hand. He spent the beginning of his morning drowned in the deluge of text, indulging himself in the rows of people’s heart pouring, swimming into people’s mind and heart in the case of borrowed feelings, secondhand experiences.

When he eventually was reminded of an appointment that fell into the brackets of formality, he sighed, half-heartedly descending from the rooftop to prepare himself. There was not much of a point contained within this parenthesis; just another bout of patrolling, but he had to ensure that someone wasn’t maiming people hither and thither, which he was certain that she wasn’t but he still had to execute the damage control. Changing into a somewhat comfortable set of attire to embrace the commencement of autumn, he made his way out of the house and to the nearest bus halt.

He arrived at the house and rang the doorbell without further ado, hoping that anyone who was in the house wouldn’t be hostile to his presence for some supernatural beings could be there to make his job more compound than it already had been. The woman who welcomed him was well-mannered enough, amiably letting him in, and it wasn’t until she spoke to her daughter that Lu Han discovered the reason behind her cordiality—she’d misunderstood his position, but he didn’t correct her for that would impose an additional effort, one which Lu Han was too indolent to waste. So he stood there and waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot until the girl, possibly just few years younger than Lu Han, walked down the stairs.

“Hello, Joy,” Lu Han replied with a curl of smile perching on his lips. “I’m Lu Han. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”

[sabxhan]

[ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] i hope it's not only now that you realise how great of a hyung you have. [ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] i can still track your purchases though, any inappropriate things will be recorded and i'll come after you. [ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] parenting is important nowadays ..

[ ✉ hyung ] kidding hyung i was just going to buy heaps of books.[ ✉ hyung ] i can survive with bus still.[ ✉ hyung ] it was noona's suggestion.

[sabxhan]

[ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] ... you really know how to choose the most expensive presents don't you [ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] open your bedroom door and look down and pick up the credit card. [ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] pin is 1024.

[ ✉ hyung ] ............[ ✉ hyung ] hyung i was kidding. but not anymore.[ ✉ hyung ] thank you. <3

[sabxhan]

[ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] birthday wishes from your favourite hyung. [ ✉ sms ➜ boohan. ] what do you want as a present?

[ ✉ hyung ] thanks hyung. <3[ ✉ hyung ] a car. <3

[sabxnine-deactivated20150226]

Thirsty

Autumn was coming, well almost, it was her favourite season, strange considering no matter what the season she was always grumpy. Autumn was the season humans began to wrap up, they began to slowly stay inside more than indoors, somehow she found it comforting. She didn’t have to walk around, the scent of blood lurking in every corner, at times she wanted to wear a face mask, just so in some way she wasn’t as affected by the smell. Being a vampire and trying to not sink her teeth into some idiots neck was too tempting. She even tried converting to animal blood, well it didn’t last long at all, it was a stupid experiment she tried hoping somehow she was going to be healthier. Vampires and healthy? did it really matter, she wasn’t going to die of because of some disease, she was already dead.  With a sigh leaving her lips,  Chloé slipped her hands in her jacket pockets and hoped no human was going to walking past her or towards her. She didn’t need anyone telling her she looked like shit, she hadn’t fed for two days and was starting to get cranky. She was short-tempered and so easily was bugged by any creatures not just humans. Her hair was a mess, and her lips chapped, she looked like a dealer of some sort, it didn’t help she was wearing a hoodie and almost acting suspiciously to any normal person. She needed to get some blood in her, she was almost tempted to grab anyone, but she knew she couldn’t, they were always watching and one wrong move could get her into trouble again. 

[sabxhan]

The season of decay was marked by the comeback of his birthday; of the reminder that he’d been born from a mother’s womb—a mother whose life had cruelly been snatched away from her during the bloodied lip of war, and the reminder sent churns down the pit of his stomach, freezing tremble down his already somnolent bones. Sitting on the bench for long hours in the brim of the season in the sun did not help when the breeze constantly greeted him with a promise of coldness, leading the concoction of tremors into his lethargic body as he waited for moments more for the customer to come. But still, there was no sign of the other male, and checking the clock on the screen of his phone, he came to the determination to wait for another half an hour before departing empty-handed with a bag of blood to store in the fridge overnight. Surely that outcome was rather unwanted, but there was always nothing that he could do with the fact that someone had chosen to starve themselves than to pay for a good amount; the thought of the fact that this someone might have opted to satiate their thirst by exploiting illegal means crafted a frown on Lu Han’s face.

He’d burned another cigarette that he inhaled leisurely before he embarked on a journey home, commodity had yet exchanged for money but he barely cared as he couldn’t wait in the cold longer with a set of woven filaments too thin to cover him from the weather. Sauntering home with his backpack still heavy, he heaved a sigh, but then a savior of the day sprung into the brim of his view. A woman—a vampire whose name he couldn’t recite like the back of his hand, but he knew that she was emaciated from the way she covered her pallid face and chapped lips with a hood. He quickened his steps, enthusiasm bleeding across his features as he closed the gap lodged between them. “Hello, excuse me. Would you like... to have... a transaction?”