BROKEN BRIGHTS

kim taehyung hunter ; blood dealer after the fires, before the flood my sweet baby, I need fresh blood

[sabxtaehyun]

"And if it really is an aortic aneurysm then please go in silence," the other’s antics proving to be too much and he wonders how such words can slip so easily past lips. It will forever remain a wonder to Taehyun. "It’ll take about ten to twenty minutes and I’ll be free at last." He doesn’t mean a word of it (or perhaps he does) but tosses them at the dramatic individual anyways.

And the worst part is how he can’t deny a single word. It is less about the flowers and the aesthetics, then again he’s a man who enjoys the withering and faded shades, the crinkling of petals, sensitive to his touch. There’s the strong urge to refute such a claim due to the challenge presented but he remains silent. There’s safety in not giving anything away.

Even tongue wetting lower lips can’t deter him (you know you’re in deep), a disgruntled expression is all he can offer as he helps the other out of the jacket. Taehyung is complaint for once and it comes off more easily with a steady hand to help.

That is until his balance is disrupted and he falls into Taehyun. It doesn’t register and the shock of the sudden turn of events still register on his face when they are flipped. Eyes widened by a fraction and lips slightly ajar — the frown forgotten in the tumble. Of course it gets conjured back as a sign of disapproval, displeased by the certain turn of events as he gazes up at the other individual, watching the way the other’s bangs hover above the nephilim’s forehead.

"Were you bitten by a blood sucker or a dog in heat?" as a retort to Taehyung’s statement, tone flat and a bit snappy. "I’m going to settle for the latter," he adds for clarification, knowing full well what the other was getting at. Pity, the angel’s child not quite in the mood to be devoured as of yet.

He looks for places where the other can be toppled, knowing full well that the contest of strength would be futile. Hunters’ strengths are on par with that of a vampire due to mutation. Even Taehyung might be a worthwhile contestant but the nephilim has no interest in finding out.

Desperate times call for drastic measures, the element of surprise forever a trump card as he threads his fingers through the other’s hair and pulls him down — as if for a kiss. He missed on purpose, lips grazing against soft cheeks to whisper against an ear: “I don’t plan to die by a fork and knife.”

He returns the way he came but not before stopping by the round flesh still adorning cheek bones, the gentle and smooth slopes, and allowing his teeth to graze dangerously upon flesh. Taehyun takes a gentle bite — not enough to leave any marks but enough to make a statement. Lips curl into a smirk as he pulls away, making a disgusted face as he states: “Dukbokki definitely tastes better than human flesh.”

[sabxtaehyung]

Taehyung can't tell whether intoxication is a curse or a blessing in his case. It's true that the DJ gains confidence through shots and cheers from the crowd he entertains, but this is different, -- this is Taehyun, a single soul, - and his presence alone serves as inspiration to the young hunter, - he becomes daring and bold even behind closed doors, away from the gaze of the audience (when in fact there's only one person he wishes to entertain with his company tonight.)

But would he really dare to become like this without the double stimulation (vodka & Red Bull?) To him love isn't a fleeting performance. To Taehyung love is dedication, love is put in the tracks he creates with care and a decisive mind. The act of entertaining the fans has little to do with it ; it's just a cherry on top.

Can he love Taehyun like that… ? Without questioning the nature of their relationship, - without prejudice towards the unknown? The young hunter remains shy and inexperienced when he's left to his own devices.

"Were you bitten by a blood sucker or a dog in heat?"

The DJ grins and shifts his weight slightly, his eyes trained on Taehyun's  lips, - it's true that he partially ignores what the other says, - but there's the bite of sarcasm in the nephilim's voice, and he recognises it. Eyes follow the jawline, rest on his neck, pale and long, - he might be salivating a bit at the sight.

Taehyun is so otherworldly in his eyes ; for a while Taehyung can't stop thinking about how befitting his fate is, tries to push away the inevitable side that bears the negatives, and focuses on the smart play of fate, - unable to help but think of how the other's pale skin looks when flushed red.

The touch is startling, - the motion even more so, - and Taehyung's heart skips a beat as he's pulled down towards the nephilim's clever trap. His breath hitches in his throat as lips graze past his without the intention to stop, and Taehyung exhales shakily, reaches to grip the other's arm in a desperate hold. 

"What,-- "

Taehyun's face mocks, teases the hunter for his advances, and he really has to wonder if he's deemed so incapable in the other's eyes.

The DJ doesn't give up just yet though, - blinks away the initial shock of experiencing the hook and line, - and draws his hands underneath the hem of Taehyun's shirt stubbornly. They're probably cold, - but he's also aiming for the act of surprise as he leans closer towards the nephilim,

"But I haven't had a taste of you yet,"

[sabxtaehyun]

Suspicions confirmed, watching the other dramatically illustrate the proper (ha!) way to sip tea, as if by instinct knowing the other would follow his footsteps. It is excruciating to watch this slow demonstration - either Taehyung is current trapped in jello or time has slowed. Neither of them the case.

He’s teasing. Then again when is he not?

Never once allowing his gaze to flicker away, studying the way muscles abide to such a movement, hands clasped in one another to prevent himself from taking back the cup. Taehyun refrains just to see the other’s reaction, anticipation curling in his stomach like an odd serpent-

"Tch!" he scoffs, not even masking his annoyance this time. "No one asked for your opinion." Obviously offended, ignoring all other comments and focusing on the fact that it was neither good nor bad.

[sabxtaehyung]

Was just about to take another sip of the warm substance, - Taehyung nearly chokes and bends forward to prevent the tea from entering his lungs, and he stifles giggles when Taehyun clearly puts up an offended front.

Score.

"Why did you even give it to me then? Because you love me so much?" the young hunter grins broadly, and actually finishes the cup, -  the tea warms him up nicely.

"Must be so, right,"

"It actually tastes better when I look at you while I drink it,"

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[sabxtaehyung]

don't leave me high ; to taehyun.

[sabxtaehyun]

Taehyun finds security in the way the other wraps his arms around him. Discovers sanctuary in the embrace and he never wants to leave again. Oh the things he would give for the world to come to a stand still, for this moment to be prolonged and dragged out, for reality to be diminished and replaced by fantasies of escaping the life he had adopted in Jeju. Imminent fate still hovers like an ominous cloud but for now he can forget it.

Lips are pressed against his ear and he doesn’t squirm nor shy away, still trying to inhale the other’s scent, have it seep into his bloodstream, and—

The world collects, pinpointed upon three words. Taehyun is left speechless.

Is that the name for it? and seemingly dawns upon him that yes. Yes it is.

Because why else would he have written and sent something he would rather burn given any other day (or person)? And despite it stemming from his own selfish greed why him of all people? It’s desire and the desired. Simple as that.

A heart beats audibly in his ribcage, pace quickened by the sudden confession. And what possibly could he say in return? To repeat the phrase seems nothing more than a mere echo. To add a too to it’s end seems half-hearted and insincere. Taehyun operates better by gestures than by words and yet sometimes words are necessary to make sure that there is no misunderstanding. But what could possibly be enough and what could convey…

"Don’t let me go," it doesn’t match or equate at all to the three words but he’s never been so clear about his wishes either. Would rather be hunted down again and again than forgotten. And perhaps that’s why he’s always left — to avoid being left alone. To be abandoned. Much easier to cut the strings than deal with the left over mess.

And when he becomes a monstrosity: “Don’t leave me alone.”

Those are the words buried in his soul. The entire world can die in ice or fire and he wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Only those that have found residence within that hallowed heart of his are they remembered — desired even. Vulnerable he becomes in front of them. Once whole yet willing to be broken in exchange.

His mind is a mess as he allows his hand to be guided and palates for a heart beat. Taehyun’s skips twice before following, in sync, with the hunter’s. What were those lyrics again?

I don’t love you to death but I’d die if you left

[sabxtaehyung]

"Don't let me go,"

Taehyung swallows a stone in his throat, - might've been his heart that tried to leap out of his chest, seized painfully by emotions one cannot name nor tame. He remembers his leave from his family house, the shame and sorrow he felt, - the kind of desperation known when you can't turn back time, when there's no remedy.

"Don't let me go,"

He squeezes Taehyun's hand, human warmth radiating from every inch of the other's body. Warm and alive, - unlike the souls of supernatural, - a paradox on its own. Taehyung hates them. Taehyung hates them because there's noone else but himself to pin the blame on, and if he ever does so, he might be better off dead than carry that kind of burden on his shoulders, spine broken.

“Don’t leave me alone,”

But he learnt to love ; because a heart that was once human stays human even despite the years that pass, hours or centuries, it does not matter, - deep down it beats with the same fear of loneliness, the same fright of being unloved. 

“Don’t leave me alone,”

Taehyung learnt to love because equal is laughter and tears and love and fear. Same is the violence, same is the hate and same are the worries of all individuals. It's all thanks to you, he thinks, because even if he might still despise some, Taehyun proved how beautiful of a soul every human being can be.

"I won't leave you, …alone," his voice breaks, and Taehyung forces a laugh to avoid an overly emotional situation, - he reaches for the other's face and presses a few kisses to his lips, each new one lasts a second longer than the previous.

"Let's go back together, yeah? Or anywhere you want, really, let's just go," 

[sabxtaehyun]

《 reprise 》ft. taehyung

[sabxtaehyun]

It’s funny, to a certain extent, watching green bills in clusters, creasing under fingertips, slammed onto the table as if the amount didn’t matter. He can’t help but wonder what that would feel like to be wealthy. Minor flashbacks to crumpled bill on the empty side of bed and he’s left with a rapidly cooling towel accompanied by a sense of filth. It’s not a glorious period, neither is it a state he wishes to return to — conceals his thoughts through controlled composure.

Taehyun hopes it goes unnoticed as he allows himself to be dragged to the bar and seats himself elegantly upon the seat. And by elegant it more or less means collecting himself and trying to pass off as graceful.

Notes the fingers struggling with the pack of cigarettes and casually wonders how many does the other inhale in a day. Does a crown of smoke provide for better inspiration? Taehyun shakes his head, somehow recorded the exchange in his head (and perhaps why he’s back again), for both the offer and the question itself. Sometimes he would, take up the offer and allow fire to perforate his lungs — rare occasions, parties tinged with an unhinged mind and subsequent wild behavior. Maybe next time.

And even when the monarch is not as his throne he still has such a strong hold on his subjects’ heart. Taehyun can’t help when his head nods to the music, as slight as he can manage. Fingers drum against his thigh in the attempts to curb his desire to sway, to express in forms of bodily language. He’s in love with the craft, something he’s known for a while now, but it’s the blind following of the artist that marks it as a first.

Upon the question, embarrassment tinges his cheek, hopefully hard to make out under the club lights. It’s nothing praise worthy. An abomination in comparison and so he keeps quiet as if mulling over whether or not he wishes to divulge the secrets of his trade. He has none but the art of trying to grasp and secure interest. Even that, in itself, is flimsy at most.

Fingers against the cool glass and the cold temperature of the liquid within. Slight clinks of ice against the sides and he echoes the other’s gesture and words: “cheers.” A sip and he delights in the dangerous lack of alcoholic taste, lips curling as he imbibes liquid courage.

"House and electronic are the most common mixes. Occasional hip hop." He gives a light shrug, masking the drumming heart with indifference and clammy hands with the condensation on the glass. "As for songs, they are usually ballads." He doesn’t add that they are for his mother or based off random (laughable) things or that he uses his own voice to bring them to life.

"It’s nothing compared to yours."

[sabxtaehyung]

The shot is bitter, - a burn on his tongue that leaves a hot trail down the throat and pools in his gut in a form of warmth and defiance of rational thought. Taehyung feels like he might have overestimated himself a little, and he hurriedly waves his hand at the bartendress (desperate hand gesture per se), - and she hands him a glass of Coke with an impish smile ; Told you so, as he downs a few gulps to get rid of the harsh taste. 

"Augh, …," he sticks out his tongue, shudders involuntarily but orders another shot anyway.

If he's on the go, - he might just we go all the way.

It's a lot like the young hunter to behave this way, - to push the limit until it's about to break (be it his body or mind,) and he does so without any regrets in his heart. He can't undo what he's done in regards of his past family matters, and he doesn't possess the greed for success or fame, no future ; nothing to stay alive for. And yet, there's so many things which make the individual's life worthwhile, like music and pleasure, - and what's a better way to die than to dedicate everything to what you love, die bright and burning, like a supernova. … ?

"Oh, hip hop?," that seems to spark the young DJ's interest, and as Taehyun carries on with the conversation, he grows more and more curious about the other.

"You sing, right?" he asks away, curious now that he's heard enough of the other's voice (catches himself thinking about other use he might have for the beautiful vocal chord, shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat, - it must be the heat.)

Taehyung blows out a puff of smoke, flick of a cigarette as he lowers his hand over the ashtray resting atop the busy bar counter, licks his lips as he mulls over an idea;

"You could show me some of it if you want," Taehyung grins, sways in his seat a little before taking another drag, - rests his chin in his palm while he looks at Taehyun, - probably staring a little. 

He's so pretty. ...

[sabxtaehyun]

Taehyun believes it’s the overwhelming about of scents cloning to the fabric of the other’s outfit that is making him irritated (nausea sure to follow soon) and it takes over the slight glee at the early time of arrival. He rolls his eyes again, unable to stop himself at the other’s complaints, tightens his grip but not cruel enough to dig his fingernails into flesh and leave crescent moons in their wake (a mark of sorts ; mine in the slightest sense).

"If I really wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be standing right now."

How many years has he spent keeping guard as boxing gloves shielded his fists from harm? Learned the best ways to drive his elbow to where it hurt the most, steal breaths through pain, and stand his own ground. Irritation accumulates without him meaning to. Wasn’t his intention when he bought the dukbokki from the stall or began to make tea. He runs an exasperated hand through his hair when the other wrenches his hand from Taehyun’s grasp.

Composes his face to give off the feeling of do I look like I care ? as he inspects the spot (double check. it’s hard to know how light his hand may or may not be and humans are easy to bruise). And then proceeds to head back in order to finish his preparations.

Only to be detained by the other’s words. Turns in time to catch the other sprawling out comfortably on his sheets and the hands fumbling with the jacket.

"You’d die," he huffs as he makes his way back to the other’s side. "You’ll shrivel up, turn ugly, and die." To he honest, he has no idea what his half divine blood would do to a regular person, it’s not like anyone has attempted to drink ichor and he hopes the side effects wouldn’t be too drastic.

The DJ is hopeless so Taehyun makes his way back (not because of the request, obviously) and bends down to help. Hand sways away the fingers attempting to unzip the jacket. The nephilim seats himself in front of the other as his finger deftly unzips the jacket and proceeds to remove it from the other.

"Do you want food or not?" as a response to the other’s request and a sign of affection — perhaps.

[sabxtaehyung]

Something about Taehyun has the DJ wrapped around his little finger, - the way the other treats him so coldly at times only makes Taehyung crave him more, outstretch his arms and dip his fingers into the snow, so cold that a single touch burns skin.

Whenever he's working (at the club or elsewhere), it's him who's on his mind, the fleeting smiles and presence that renders the hunter unable to sit still. He thinks of Taehyun as he hums along to a new melody he's found, - Taehyun that undresses while he still thinks that the other's asleep ; the dimples on his lowerback when he pulls his shirt over his head.

He wonders what the physical difference between them really is, but Taehyung gave up trying to gain strength a long time ago, - quite frankly, it's because he's so lazy. And what for, really? If the end's bound to come, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it, - may it be fangs or claws or poison that would end his meaningless life.

"You're already hurting me...!" he whines to noone at particular, dramatically clutching the left side of his chest. "My heart is bleeding for you!" the DJ tosses on the sheets for full effect, but there's no audience to witness his heartbreaking act of sacrifice.

"You can't stay away from me, huh," he teases, "Even if I'd turn ugly, right?" there's a sly smirk plastered on Taehyung's face as he's devouring the other with his gaze, - licks his lips when the other turns around to approach him instead.

He falls silent and actually tries to be good (helpful, even) as his jacket is removed.

"Do you want food or not?"

Nod.

"Of course,"

Taehyung grabs the hand that has his jacket in its hold and yanks, -- meant to disturb balance and make the other fall on top of him. He rolls them over, reversing the position of power ; revels at the surprise in Taehyun's expression as alcohol fuels the bold behaviour. "Came home for dinner, after all,"

[sabxtaehyun]

He’s not a coffee person to begin with. Occasionally but it does depend on mood swings. Perhaps it’s because of the way he was raised and how he was the one who would brew the tea that he developed some love for it. Coffee has a bitter aftertaste and the breath that lingers like alcohol. This is much better and so he ignores the other’s request as he makes it for himself (and maybe for the DJ with the long day/night ahead of him).

Upon the other’s appearance, he gently pushes the cup in the other’s direction. He hears the change in the voice as if steps up a few notes — a whine — and has to try hard to suppress a smile.

"Then go get your own," acting annoyed as he picks up the cup and takes a sip from it, setting it down as he continues to glare at the hunter.

[sabxtaehyung]

Taehyung's watching, - eyes narrowed as he spies every movement, the taunting touch of lips upon the tea cup, - and he almost jumps up from his seat to grab it before Taehyun's lips kiss the rim of fine IKEA pottery.

He's about to return the glare, turns out to be a bit of a staring contest between the two, and as he holds Taehyun's gaze as he slowly, oh ever so slowly !, - reaches for the cup and brings it to his lips.

A sip.

"..."

"It's not bad." he exclaims, and looks down into the yellowish liquid with a frown. "...but only because your lips touched it," Taehyung mutters to himself and tries to get a sniff of the scent, - a pleasant surprise to his senses.

"It's not that bad, I guess."

[sabxtaehyung]

cold and wrathful ;

[sabxjeongguk-deactivated2014121]

For the first time, something wasn’t going Jeongguks way. He was a creative of the night, someone who could easily tackle down humans with no problem and drain them before they could have a chance to scream. He was a predator, someone to be feared by the general public. His schoolmates trembled at the very idea of being paired with him for projects and no one would ever bother sitting next to him during class.

However, this stupid machine was not cooperating.

Vampires were feared creatures of the night, they were something that sent people screaming. But now he was struggling with some stupid machine because he wanted to lure some guy he had spotted early that night with something sweet. After all, his meals did taste better when sweetened.

Growling, Jeongguk glanced at the redhead who suddenly gave him some free changes then chastised him for staying out late. “Maybe,” he hissed before swiping the change and pushing it into the machine. After making his selection, the chocolate bar fell to the bottom and the change dispensed itself in its own little cubicle. Wrinkling his nose,he smelt the sweet cocoa and found it completely distasteful; but at least it would make his victims blood taste better.

With a huff, he turned away from the machine and stuffed the bar into his pants. “Keep the change,” he demanded before beginning to walk off, now trying to find that scent that made him want to be kind of generous in the first place. Kind of. 

[sabxtaehyung]

There's a small frown drawn on Taehyung's face, and he really has to wonder what kind of business would the young kid before him have to attend to at this time of night, - or morning, - however you choose to look at it, watching as he struggles with the impaired vending machine.

It's not like he himself was a decent case when he was younger (a brat, really), but he somehow finds it appropriate to at least try to get the other to explain his unusual circumstances. Maybe he's growing old (the DJ scoffs at himself inwardly), but the Jeju-do can be dangerous at this time of night, and for once he's worried about someone close to his age.

"Hey, wait up,--" he follows after him and realises that even though his visage tells that he's younger for sure, the other's built is something different ; and Taehyung notes that he's slightly taller than him as well (which kind of irks him, but whatever.)

"What do you mean by maybe? Look, I'm not..." the young hunter gestures, a cigarette still pinched between his fingers, "I'm not trying to be a dad here or something, it's just dangerous out you know?"

The change's left there, untouched, - forgotten in the machine perhaps to be found by someone luckier later on.

[jungkooksarms]

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[viridianseas]

[skinnyredd]

[observando]

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be.

William Hazlitt (via observando)

[the-corpse-cat]

[sabxtaehyung]

don't leave me high ; to taehyun.

[sabxtaehyun]

He closes his eyes at the warmth caught between two hands and the tight hold. Does he dare? Dare allow himself to sink into whatever this is… Drown in the humanity the other offers. Temporary, like everything else, but beauty lies in the flawed. Perfection found in all the mistakes — carpe diem. Breathing for this moment and this moment only. It’s gravitation towards a certain tangible ideal.

You are made of faults and that’s why I love you. A romantic notion just like the ownership of a flawed pearl or colluded quality of a rare gem. And perhaps it is because mortality is this way that he can’t help but wish to hold onto it even more.

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

And all this will one day slip away like sand and both individuals will change — for better or worse. But here and now is what matters. He takes in the salt and the sea, the sand that mirrors ground bone, and the hunter’s profile. He allows his words to spill from his lips as they well up from his soul. Picks and chooses briefly, trying his best to translate emotions and fragmented thoughts into coherent sentences.

The DJ is silent. Has always been since the first meeting. Odd because first impressions of him at his alter gave the notion of someone as talkative as he was energetic — not that he minded, no. It was a delightful surprise, unexpected, and made Taehyun seem like the more talkative one. Perhaps it was the case, only divulging thoughts to people who truly cared and were willing to listen.

He ends it with a confession from the bottom of his heart, somewhere between the soul and the shadow, doesn’t expect anything in return. And yet there are fingers against his cheek, the warmth of a palm pressed against his flesh, and he waits. Wonders, as his heart skips a beat with the shortening of distance, if this action is meant for words left unsaid. Can’t help but selfishly wish to ask if this is to tell him don’t leave or perhaps even I missed you. He may be wishing.

It’s soft, tender, with a delicate touch as if Taehyun would fracture under the slightest pressure. The other should know better. So with the hand that remains free, he allows his fingers to thread themselves through the other’s hair, meant for a better grip of sorts. Presses back, not urgent but enough to convey perhaps the importance the other held in his heart. There aren’t many inhabitants within.

And then ceases as his lips part and a sigh slips out, allows their foreheads to come into contact and noses to kiss. Stays there with his eyes closed.

If Taehyung hadn’t come would he have continued to linger in this place? Would he have gone home with his tail between his legs and realized that his absence had done nothing? Or perhaps continue this nomad life of drifting until consequences caught up to him and dragged him back down?

Regardless, he’s glad that the other is before him (praying to the gods that this isn’t some cruel dream). No amount of thank yous would ever be enough to convey his gratitude of being saved from a state of mind so kin to hell. He pulls back and then allows his head to drop so that his forehead rests against the other’s shoulders.

[sabxtaehyung]

Taehyung wraps his arms around the other, tightly ; fingers prying into the white fabric of shirt that clings to Taehyun's slim frame. He can't help but shift closer to the other, - inhale the scent and feel the body heat, the lingering cologne and all things that make Taehyun so distinctively him. And the hunter can't help but wonder about the other boy's heart ; Is it lost? Seeking home? Like himself ? Will he ever be able to understand this side of him?

He presses his lips against Taehyun's ear ; plants a chaste kiss, and for the first time ever he has to think whether his arms can bring someone comfort. Never had the chance to prove himself, really --on the run most of the time, trying to save his ass from whatever supernatural has its claws and fangs after him. Taehyung lost the right to protect when he shamed his family name, - when he tossed away their trust because he felt like he wasn't appreciated enough, because he was too greedy, thirsty for recognition.

Is that why he's fallen for the nephilim? Can't be, he thinks, because it's not like he embraced intimately every and each of his fans before (well, not most of the time, he supposes,) and it wasn't like Taehyun went out of his way to make him feel special. And yet. At the same time it's hard to not fall for him, - delicate and bright, talented, and indeed ; otherworldly. But Taehyung believes he's fallen for his human self, for everything flawed that makes him one, and his love only grew as time pushed past.

It's hard to keep quiet though ; to not respond heatedly to every word the other speaks, - there's just so much to say ! ; feelings seize the hunter's chest and he suffocates ; takes a deep breath to calm down the chaos of emotions, narrows to a single thought ;

"I love you,"

he says, like a breathy whisper, and buries his face into the crook of the other's neck, - afraid of judgement, afraid of rejection.

If he's waited a hundred years for someone like Taehyun, ; he'd wait a hundred more, over and over again, - because an identical feeling like this doesn't exist in this world, and no amount of money and purchased pleasure would ever stand a substitute to a brush of fingers of the other's hand. Taehyung isn't exactly a romantic, and he supposes he's never been one, but he's willing to learn.

Please stay with me, he wants to add, but instead he takes a hold of Taehyun's hand, - presses the warm palm against his chest, the left vulnerable part, - in hopes that the wild flutter of his heart would convey that feeling to him.

[sabxtaehyung]

/ he glances at the tea cup, then up at Taehyun, - and back at the cup again. it's steaming, and Taehyung's guess is Jasmine, or something pretentiously healthy as that, unlike the takeaway coffee he requested before he disappeared to shower that morning.

"Taehyun-- ," he starts, but it seems like there's no room to argue, --the hunter just whines.

"But I need coffee to live!"

[sabxtaehyun]

He finds himself spending more time away from the flat he shares as if he has somehow moved in with the DJ — unconscious and unintentional. Yet he’s here again, fumbling for the spare key he had found some time ago, kicked it by accident and wondering how careless a hunter could be. He had pocketed it with the full intention of returning it to the rightful owner yet it keeps slipping his mind again and again. It’s now his and more convenient to come and go. Take out left on the kitchen counter (Taehyung should know how to operate a microwave) or cold pizza in the fridge because one cannot solely live on red bulls and alcohol.

It’s late and he gives up counting the hours. Dukbokki contained within a styrofoam bowl and carried by a plastic bag, left by his side to cool from the vendor he had purchased from on his way here. A late night snack with no soul to share it with. Funny how it seems to be the case no matter where he goes. But something tells him that it won’t go to waste. Fingers slide against the smooth surface of cupboards, there’s no need to guess and check when he brings out a tea set. Plastic rustles beneath his guidance as he retrieves his own jar of dried flowers betting the job and intoxication goes hand in hand. It always does. A cycle of destruction that Taehyun toys with the notion of joining.

There’s the hiss of the water as it hits the base of the pot, filling up slowly as he bides his time. The nephilim has all night with the uncertainty as to which distinct time frame the other would return. He takes a glance around the place. Nothing much has changed except for his own pile of things left behind, accumulating in size.

Time ebbs and the water heats up. It isn’t long before he’s pouring it into cups and dropping blossoms of chrysanthemums and osmanthuses into the heated water. He plays god then, enjoys it, as he watches the second blossoming of dried petals. They never reach their full vibrancy but instead he draws out the aroma and converts it to something more useful than pretty decorations. It’s used for hangovers and he hopes it would help this time.

He’s just about finished when he hears the faint click of the door and the subsequent footsteps. Knows that the other has arrived but refuses to acknowledge his presence as he continues with his task. Hence it comes as a slight surprise when a body presses against his, arm warm against his torso. Has to pause and set down the pot at the warmth of one’s breath against his neck and the following dampness of lips pressed against flesh.

Taehyun rolls his eyes slightly but it’s not as if the other can see. He can taste smoke woven into hair and alcohol lingering in his breath (probably the reason why the other is acting like this to begin with). There are also traces of perfume and he can’t help but wonder how many fans has he decided to please tonight. Slight unpleasant feeling to his gut that he blames the arm for.

"Dealing blood doesn’t mean you start drinking it," prying the other male off himself, a hand wiping the place where he was kissed. Vulnerable are exposed necks, perfect targets for blood seekers (like himself). And while Taehyun’s fingers are wrapped around the other’s wrist, he drags him to the mattress in hopes to help the intoxicated man to rest. Tea and a late night snack can be served in bed, but seating him before disaster strikes (in fumbling and long limbs) is priority.

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Taehyung whines childishly, lip stuck out in a pout, - and when that doesn't seem to have any effect on the other (the young dealer notes with disappointment how Taehyun wipes at the spot he kissed) he decides to up his act and pretend that the other's been rough with him,

"Taehyunnie~ That hurts! Why are you like this to me? It really really hurts- ,"

Taehyung tugs his wrist from the other's hold, nursing the supposedly sore spot with his fingers with exaggerated care. 

"Look at it, --" he shoves his wrist to Taehyun's face when he's dragged to bed and before he's pushed down onto the mattress, as if there was a bruise already, - but Taehyun doesn't seem to be in a sympathetic mood today, ignoring the other's advances easily. The DJ can tell that his boyfriend is annoyed, - but he can't really grasp why when all he wants is a little bit of attention (and he came back from the club earlier just to be with Taehyun), - so why isn't he getting any ?

The apartment has a pleasant smell to it now that Taehyun's living there, - the young hunter doesn't even know how it happened, really, - but it's no longer just the cigarette stench but flowers and warm scent of tea instead, occasionally accompanied by the mouth-watering smell of cooking which is something that Taehyung could really get used to (he almost forgot how cooked food looked like ; the last time he had any was at his family's house years back.)

Taehyung attempts to grab at the nephilim's hand as he turns away from him but misses, rolls onto his side with a groan, all the misery of the world upon his shoulders, ;

"...I'd drink your blood anytime, though," the DJ chuckles, lazily stretching over the sheets, attempting to get rid of his jacket.

"Come here, please? I missed you,"