subsidiary//; jinyoung & bomi
One thing Jinyoung had to at one point encounter on the crowded streets of Seoul was a pickpocket. It was inevitable, seeing as Jinyoung spent a good two hours out every night, roaming the streets and making miniature maps and pin points inside his head.
He’d known it was going to happen sooner or later, but to his luck, the night it did was the one night he’d purposefully left his cellphone at home. And to his luck, the pickpocket wasn’t just any ordinary citizen of Seoul.
Did vampires even need the money? He didn’t know. Perhaps his attacker was just looking for a little fun in the middle of the night.
It was stupid. Jinyoung felt stupid, dragging himself through one of the hallway in his apartment complex. He shouldn’t have gone out unprotected, and had it not been for his quick thinking (shoving the silver bracelet on his into the vampire’s right eye) he probably would have been drained dry. He was a mess, his hair was sweaty and sticky and his white muscle tee was stained with blood seeping from the scratches on his abdomen and the few open wounds present on his arms.
No one had noticed him slipping into the building and for that he was grateful. He didn’t want to have to waste time and explain why he was dripping blood down the hallway and why he looked like he’d just been in a cage fight with a huge bear. He needed to get to his phone.
He needed to call his mentor. He needed to get himself somewhere safe. He needed–
“Fuck.”
A flash of white. That was what Jinyoung saw right before he collapsed in the hallway, only a door down from his apartment, darkness lapping at his vision then inescapably swallowing him whole.
