@busterxgikwang It was a life he never wanted to live but was thrust into without an option. This life of constant sex, of killing, of danger. He hated it, but at the same time he’d be dead without it. It was in his blood, literally, and every day it felt more like a curse than a blessing. Which is why he found himself in the dance studio, moving with the fast paced music as if his life depended on it. He needed to forget, even if for a moment, that he was no longer human, he needed to remember who he still was: the b-boy who loved soju and could write a full research paper in three hours. That’s who he wanted to be, not this demon preying on others. When the music stopped, he came to a finish, chest heaving as he fell onto the ground. He didn’t even notice the other boy for several moments, but addressed him when he did. “Sorry. Am I hogging the place? I assume you have a lesson or something soon right?”
