#feyboa

[chatmignon]

centered.

His routinely avoidance had veered that day, persuaded by early dawn as it would adorn the figurative and slumbering eden beside him. The beginning light inspired a very, very tender adulation, wherein his lips catered to the other’s skin like reminiscent phantoms regaling a silky and bodily altar, kisses barely grazing traces. His adoration had transitioned to eager complaisance. A vow murmured somewhere amidst the ear, into the neck, his head nestled top the other’s shoulder, sowing absentminded promises there. Something about mutual satisfaction ...  His quiet and sweet reassurance almost like a charming invocation, warm ...  Amiable good mornings, was he comfortable and was he awake? There were better things to be doing than sleeping, weren’t there ... ?

It led him to the present, centered crisscrossed in their suite and attentive, though certainly not to the current demonstration. His amusement is subtle, though his subtleties seem to always loudly project, beguiled smirk only partially obscured by the hand he’d perch beneath his chin, head turned, observant. “You’re really into this, aren’t you ... ? You know, when I said that we could do anything you wanted after, this wasn’t what I had in mind.” He winks, playful. “Though ...  That isn’t to say that I do mind. I am actually deeply into spiritualism.” Something like that. “I’m very interested in learning about its physical medium, too.”

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[feykijung]

` * ∞ descry

kijung’s life these days is monotone. every day is go to school, pretend to do homework, try to find ways to bring kyuhwan’s joy back, scrape through the day by his side. kijung doesn’t know himself as an empathetic person, but his fledgling-- his best friend --nearly feels like an extension of himself, and as he suffers, so does kijung. the days roll on, and kijung waits for the one that is the turning point: the glimpse of things getting better, that their eternity will not be one of darkness and kijung’s persistent regret. no, he has faith. in time, kyuhwan’s mourning of his human life will fade, no matter how many years it takes. kijung waits for it eagerly.

in the meantime, there is the slightest change to routine: kijung graduated high school mere days ago, and in it comes freedom. soon, he will enter university (barely, his slacking in his billionth time through high school and subsequent poor grades nearly keeping him from further education.) soon, he will be able to truly learn something, and kijung anticipates it. he just has to decide what he’ll study this time. it’s a decision more exciting than many he’s made recently.

it’s what occupies his thoughts as he walks home from the closest library, backpack significantly heavier than it was when he left home today, full of unread books. he’s about to put his second earbud into his ears, a chopin piece queued up to play on his phone, when he catches a strange scent. he pauses in his tracks. no, strange isn’t the word; unexpected, maybe-- familiar, yes. he can’t place it, however.

kijung, as a master vampire, always trusts in his ability to protect himself, and so when he is curious about something, he typically pursues it with little fear of the danger to himself. to mei and kyuhwan, yes, but he doesn’t see any harm in following the scent and trying to place where he knows it from. 

the scent is a werewolf, clearly, but...not a werewolf he’s seen anytime recently. he wracks his mind for those he’s gone months, maybe years, without seeing, but falls short. who is this? he catches sight of him on the sidewalk up ahead, and picks up his pace. if this werewolf has any sense at all, surely he will smell-- or hear --him coming.

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[feyminhyun]

way back home.

@feyboa

another friday, another night of minhyun sprawled out all over his worn in couch, snacks spread out on the table in front of him and his favorite pillow tucked underneath his head. he’s been in the same position for the last few hours, parked in front of the tv putting a few more hours into his newest favorite game. the sun had set a few hours ago but minhyun has been too lazy and far too invested in his game to get up and turn the lights on. so as he moves through another level only to get scared shitless by yet another creepy monster does he finally his save and turn the console off. sighing, minhyun pushes himself up into a sitting position, wincing at how sore he finds himself after hours of sitting awkwardly on a couch that barely offers up support as it is.

his growling stomach is what motivates him to finally leaving the sinking cushion on the right that he finds to be his favorite. he doesn’t go far though, just to the fridge in search of the large roll of gimbap his mother had sent him home with just the night before. prize in hand, he falls back into his spot but instead of picking the controller back up, he abandons it in favor of scrolling through social media on his phone as he eats. minutes turn into an hour as he scrolls aimlessly, pausing only long enough to like a picture or two and to watch a cute cat video before moving on. what causes him to pause is a photo of boa.

he had met boa after two years of living and suffering through university housing. fed up, minhyun had spent the next few weeks looking through ad after ad, hoping for the perfect roommate. and he was pleasantly surprised to find boa. although the other had been a few years older than minhyun, they had gotten along great, enough for minhyun to grow to care for boa as an older brother.

and that hadn’t changed even when boa had disappeared. minhyun had spent a month worried sick to his stomach, calling, texting and contacting all of their shared acquaintances only to come up empty handed time and time again. he’d been debating on contacting the police and report boa as a missing person, hesitating only because it wasn’t weird for boa to disappear for a few days to a week at a time. everytime he heard what sounded like footsteps out their front door, his eyes flickering up to the front door hoping to see boa slipping through it, but it never happened.

but right on the cusp of going to the police, boa had proven him wrong, sweeping into the front door of the apartment uninjured and looking healthier than he had in a while. minhyun had been shocked, unsure of how to act but just immensely relieved. it was all cut short when boa announced only minutes later that he found somewhere else to live and had packed up his things, leaving minhyun with his shocked feelings and an empty second bedroom.

now he sits here, looking at a photo of boa wearing an outfit that is much more than what minhyun racks up in student debt each semester. it’s a great photo, even minhyun can admit that as he sits there, an unfamiliar feeling simmering in the pit of his stomach. he should let it go, be happy that boa is happy and doing whatever it is he’s doing now. but he just has so many pent up emotions about this, so many unanswered questions that he can’t help but to open his messages, typing out a quick greeting to boa, unsure of the other will even answer him. but he’s feeling fearless for the moment, so he hits send and settles back onto the couch, too perplexed to even finish his food.