#feykijung

[feyxzhixin]

Pivotal || LZH +HKJ

@feykijung 8 months and twelve days ago... Sometimes loss for a hunter isn’t as valiant and colored in red as one would expect. In reality it could be a variety of things that could take down someone with the respected mantel on their name and Zhixin was always aware of this; in the swirling miasma of his past he’s captured the teachings and the stories of people disappearing into the night without a trace, sometimes even becoming a part of the night. However the tales wanted to paint over the grief they managed to, and like a child, he devoured every line and committed it to memory. Like a child, he walked on the earth thinking he wouldn’t have to come face to face with the biggest threat to their pathetically mortal lives: loss in its unrelenting authenticity, its bare bones, it’s shattering simplicity. 

It happens fast and reality doesn’t yield to it. Time doesn’t stop. The rest of the world remains utterly untouched through every agonizing second he experiences and when he chokes one the sound of their name, he can clearly hear bustle of the city just outside their reach. His only friend is depleted into the pavement and no one cares in that instant but him, no one notices the loss but him. The loneliness of this moment makes his head fill with helium, even the sound of his own heartbeat ricocheting inside his ears feels disconnected, taunting.  Instinct is what brings him to his feet faster than his emotions wanted to allow, it’s what scoops the warmth of his only friend into his arms and forces him to not think about all of the times he’s been held or nudged or supported by theirs. Years upon years in his psyche of survival tactics forced him to logically think about how no unknowing doctor or emergency service could save or explain the the narrowing of a soul within a body, the transcendent magic that could leave them physically unscathed and still beyond repair. Were the being in their arms to just be some unlucky and innocent victim to the abnormalities of this world, this would mean an inevitable end — but he knows now, as devastatingly clear as day, this wasn’t the case. Just like him, they were shackled to the formalities of a life they tried so hard to suppress.  So as if by nature, Zhixin takes them home.

[jinwoofey]

you wanna go for a ride?

with @feykijung

[ tw: intoxication ]

the scent on him is unmistakable.

for the creatures of the night, he reeks of intoxication by werewolf blood in that supernatural, almost sacrilegious way. even for the humans passing him by there’s an unnatural smell oozing off of him that gives away just how far gone his mind is. the week before his birthday is one of the worst times out of the whole year, as he is even more out of control at the prospect of celebrating his immortality once more. immortality which was given to him by his moonlight that is no longer shining near him. immortality that does nothing but remind him of how utterly useless life really is.

he stumbles around, relying solely on heightened senses and muscle memory to arrive at the party. there are a few master vampires out there who still pity him enough to feed him every now and then, but sadly he’s too far up his own issues to be thankful or kind.. or anything but a crybaby, really.

as he reaches the building, though, a different smell hits his clogged nose, and he perks up. he knows this trail. it’s a glittery one. he laughs. “hey, if it isn’t my favorite little barbie doll!”, he shouts to the empty street, barely making the vulture of kijung out of the shadows. “going somewhere fun? to your barbie world, maybe?” his index fingers dance in the air. “life in plastic, it’s fantastic...”

[feyharin]

icebreaker.

↳ @feykijung

It’s fitting that the coffee shop has a playlist of rhythmic dance music to keep up its ambience, because it feels a little like they’re operating by a set of choreographed moves each time they end up in here at the same time. Well—Harin can speak for himself on that, at least. Harder to say when it comes to the kid, and that’s exactly the problem, the reason why it feels like tiptoeing around broken glass all the time. What he knows about vampires, the collected facts, can be counted on the fingers of one hand, and further distilled to this: they’re old, and they’re dangerous.

Kijung appears to be neither.

Harin has spent enough time frowning over this detail at the coffee shop that the barista has even told him he should smile more. Feels kind of objectifying, but the coffee’s still good and the shop is conveniently located between the subway station and the office building where he’s obliged to spend a certain number of hours every week, so he hasn’t stopped visiting on account of the local vampire or the barista just yet.

But it’s generally without the concession of a smile.

The shop’s neither especially large nor especially crowded this afternoon, which is to say that there’s plenty of other places Harin could go with his iced Americano that don’t involve pulling up a chair right next to Kijung and his books. It’d be more ideal, under other circumstances, to take up a spot in the opposite corner out of wariness, but the fact of the matter is that today he’s come here with the specific purpose of talking to him, and it’s somewhere between lucky guess and happy coincidence to see he’s timed it right. It’s about warning him, rather, but shapeshifting tendencies aside, Harin isn’t an animal—he’s not going to walk up to someone he’s only ever exchanged a handful of words with before and start with a statement like I heard some strangers saying they’d like to kill you.

It’s the kind of thing he’d rather be eased into himself, anyway.

“Did you make some kind of deal with the shop owner so you could sit here without buying coffees?” It’s not a greeting, but it is a question that Harin has wondered about. Why not start there?

[feyhawon]

pay up.

@feykijung

a person with a better sense of self preservation would make themself scarce around the vampire who punched them in the face. a smart person would stay away from vampires in general, even if they were a witch and their blood wasn’t as appetizing as their human counterparts. but a witch who chooses to live in the same space as a hunter is neither an expert in self preservation nor can be considered all that smart. hawon is just that.

“hey,” he calls after the baby faced vampire despite knowing he really doesn’t have to in order for his presence to be known to the other. “hey, baby fangs! notice anything different?”

it’s almost like rubbing a puppy’s nose in the mess its made, except hawon’s all too giddy about it, and it’s his own nose that probably needs the rubbing. after antagonizing his vampire neighbor into punching him in the face, one would think that he would have learned better.

his cousin is really a great surgeon. there’s hardly a noticeable bump anymore, smoothed out without the tell-tale broken nose crook. if hawon got what he asked for, then there shouldn’t be a difference between then and now, at least this time. maybe next time he’ll use it as an opportunity for a new nose.

“you owe me, like, two million won. the family discount only went so far, and witches don’t heal like you bloodsuckers do.”

[feyzihuan]

door close.

          the only thing zihuan enjoys more than a good hunt is bullying unsuspecting children.  except @feykijung​ isn’t exactly a child, nor should he be unsuspecting, considering they’ve been playing this little game for the past couple of weeks.

          what is this game exactly?  it’s easy, rules are simple.  it starts with him waiting for the elevator, and if he happens to see his dear neighbor down the hall, preferably heading in his direction, then the game commences.  he gives a quick salute, his lips stretching into a cheeky grin before he too-da-loos and steps onto the platform.

          now here’s the real test of patience:  there are five seconds between him repeatedly hitting DOOR CLOSE and the doors actually closing.  will kijung make it this time?  the anticipation drums on.  tick tock. 

          five . . .

          four . . .

          three . . .

          two . . .

          “quick one, aren’t ya.”  nothing too impressive, though.  he reaches over to the panel and hits the level below them.  “main floor for you?”  except he doesn’t choose the M button, oh no, that’s giving this kid what he wants.  so what he does instead is hit every other floor on the way down.  y’know, just for fun.

[yujinfey]

—KIJUNG⋆ˊˎ

tentatively, he crouches down, careful not to get too close and spook the dog. him feeling comfortable enough to drink is important. as for eating the whipped cream...well, kijung wouldn’t mind scaring him out of that nearly as much. he carefully extends a hand toward the puppy and lingers there, testing the waters, giving the animal time to adjust and either accept or reject his approach. there’s no whimpering or cowering, so kijung reaches further, and lightly pets the puppy’s fluffy fur. his lips curve up in the slightest smile.

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yujin is pleasantly surprised when the man follows him outside— though he knows he wouldn't be able to deny petting a puppy when it was offered to him, either. he keeps holding up the water cup for the dog to drink, retracting his hand petting his fur as he settles back in his boots and allows him to get his fill.

he watches, quietly, as the man pets the puppy and a smile stretches over his features. yujin supposes puppy petting is a certain type of healing.

once it seems the puppy is finished, yujin sets the cup down on the concrete and roots around in the cardboard container for a straw, in which he shucks the wrapping and sticks it into his own coffee. he goes back to petting the puppy as he drinks from it, thinking about how, possibly, he could insert this puppy into his life.

it's not like he hadn't talked about getting pets before with sunkyu— whenever he goes to visit him at the shelter, it takes an extraordinary amount of effort from them both to not adopt every single dog in the vicinity of the building. usually he goes to bring him lunch, which devolves into the both of them petting puppies until he has to go back to helping, and yujin tried to placate himself with that being enough puppy interaction.. but.

looking at this puppy, yujin isn't sure he’s going to be able to leave it. even if he did turn it into a shelter, he thinks that he wouldn't be able to sleep, thinking about if he's okay, when he gets adopted, if he just ends up back on the streets.

so it's not like sunkyu will get mad. and he thinks they probably could take care of a dog, if they wanted to. and when sunkyu shifts, he can help them acclimate to each other slowly. he's sure he's seen videos of dogs and ferrets being best friends before.

he’s maybe sat there five minutes and already convinced himself. thinks about arriving at their apartment tonight with a puppy in his arms and imagines how, hopefully, happy sunkyu will be to see such an adorable puppy.

he looks over to the man, a considering expression on his face. “do you have a pet? it seems you like dogs. though you mentioned homework.. are you in college? maybe you're not allowed to have dogs if you live in a dorm,” yujin mumbles, reasoning to him aloud instead of in his thoughts.

he hadn't continued after he graduated high school— his parents placing more importance on him learning how to run the business and no time for really anything else. they considered it more of a waste of his time, when he already had an opportunity to make money and a name with himself in his family’s work, then try and chase something else. yujin didn't really try to argue it.

“i think dogs are created from pure joy,” he murmurs, carding his fingers through the soft fur. “they're so sweet and pure, and they love so unconditionally. just petting them brings people peace. i can't believe this little guy was left all alone when he’s capable of being so kind like this. i was thinking of taking him to a shelter but.. maybe i might just take him home,” yujin rambles, and he thinks about kindness, he thinks about how much he wished he was extended an ounce from the people who were supposed to love him throughout his life and feels his heart grow heavy at the prospect of him not extending it even in this small way, through this dog.

there's a part of him that always hopes— thinks about how— he never wants to become his parents. in any form. some nights he lays awake, unable to sleep and thinking about it.

he morphs his thoughts into taking him home, into seeing sunkyu and making him happy. of the both of them being able to love this small little puppy, give him a home. one in a space that they have both finally found a small pocket of comfort. there's a small smile gracing his features as he thinks— it sounds lovely, just the kind of home he’d want to come back to, even if it already was one with just sunkyu waiting for him these days.

he extends his smile to the man kneeling down petting the puppy with him.

“you should get one, maybe. if you don't have one. it seems to make you happy. if you could have one around, that is,” he tells him, just because the smile on his face when he was petting the dog seemed to be quite telling, in yujin’s eyes.

“my—,” he furrows his eyebrows. what had he.. almost called sunkyu? he pauses even longer. how does he describe sunkyu to someone else? every single word he thinks of doesn't even seem to encompass how he feels towards him properly— feels like stopping short in his mouth because it's not enough. “my best friend volunteers at an animal shelter, sometimes,” yujin mentions, and even.. that doesn't feel accurate enough. sunkyu is so much more than that. he swallows down the feeling for later.

“maybe if you ever decide to get a pet, he could help you there! or. if you can't, you can always just go and pet puppies. that’s what we do all of the time,”

@feykijung

[yujinfey]

—KIJUNG⋆ˊˎ

kijung suspects turning the man in won’t be necessary, and that he’s already found out. what’s an employee to do, however, other than ask him to leave? and kijung doesn’t think that’s a bad option. he’d probably prefer it, actually. “you aren’t helping him having him around so many people.” he won’t turn them in, though. that much is probably obvious; if he wanted to he would’ve already. well, he still could if this guy gets on his nerves.

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yujin’s eyeing the expanse of the counter where the baristas slide the finished drinks as the man talks to him, intending fully to snatch them up and leave before he’s asked to— and he looks over to him with a bit of a smile on his mouth, a slight shrug of his shoulder.

“the little guy seemed thirsty, and i got him a tiny treat, too, to tide him over while i buy him some dog food because i don’t have any at home. and.. how can i come to a cafe and not get myself a coffee while i’m here? it’ll give me more energy, anyways,” he explains, and it’s mostly with a convinced tone, like he had devised this plan and settled it being on the best course of action that he could take. something he had done on the way down the street after gathering the puppy in his arms and spotted the sign for coffee a moment later— quick, but efficient.

he purses his lips together a bit when he mentions he’s not really helping the dog, but he had felt a little lost at what to do, mainly found himself focusing more on how to take care of the dog’s basic needs on his own. “we won’t be here much longer. i guess i thought getting him some water and whipped cream to cheer up might make him feel a little better. plus, he was cold, and it’s warmest against my chest, and the jacket keeps it all in,” yujin says, and notices his order coming up on the counter.

wordlessly, he steps forward and smiles brightly at the barista. “can i get a to-go carrier?” he asks, dimples prominent in his cheeks, and thanks them once they slide it across to him. with one hand, he slots all of the cups into the cardboard and carries it by the handle back over to the man he had spoken to earlier.

“see? easy!” yujin pipes up, and frowns a little as he looks the man over. “you didn’t get anything? you can have a bit of the whipped cream if you want! maybe before the dog has some of it,” he says, nose wrinkling, and motions towards the door.

“you wanna come with us? then you can pet the dog if you want, but it’s probably better if we go outside. since you know about him, now you’re an assistant.. if you want to be,” yujin offers, but there’s a bright grin on his face— then the puppy starts whimpering against his chest, again, and maybe he can smell the water he’s carrying.

“i won’t take it personal if you don’t come, but! who turns down petting a puppy?” he says with a giggle, and starts walking towards the door, not wanting to make the dog wait any longer to receive what yujin had bought him.

outside, he finds a clear part of the sidewalk to shift him out of his jacket and set him on the ground, crouching down to a tiny siberian husky sitting down on the pavement as he gets out the water, first, and holds it out for him to drink— a gentle smile on his lips, piercings glinting in the light as he reaches out with a free hand, freshly painted nails running slowly through his fur as the dog happily laps it up.

“there you go, sweetheart,” he coos quietly, quite the picture with his leather jacket and boots and purple hair, leaning over to feed the puppy some water with a grin bright in his features.

@feykijung

[yujinfey]

“You’re going to get caught walking around like that.”

SENTENCE STARTER MEME — ACCEPTING !!

*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ —

he looks at him with a bit of a gleam in his eyes, almost like he’s holding back a laugh. “i’d like to see someone try and catch me,” yujin mumbles, and wraps his arm around his chest a little bit more securely, the irony of the situation not lost on him. underneath his shirt, and covered by his jacket, there’s a small bundle, moving around every second or so. in terms of disguises, it’s not the best that he’s ever thought up, but it’s the best he could do on short notice.

he pats the bundle quietly and hushes it under his breath, using his free hand to grab his wallet and slide out his credit card to pay for what he’d ordered— an iced coffee, a cup of water, and whipped cream. on the side.

and it could be that he’s just the type of guy to want his whipped cream on the side, but he stares at the worker for an extra second with wide eyes when the lump under his shirt tries to push through his collar and he coughs and adjusts, taking back his credit card and quickly putting away his wallet so he can address the situation with two hands.

he moves and hopes that kijung is following, at least, as he tries to angle himself against a wall so it’s not as obvious what he’s trying to hide underneath his shirt, while still appearing nonchalant, like he’s waiting for his coffee order like everyone else milling about in the shop.

“look, i couldn’t just leave him there. he’s just a puppy, and he didn’t have a collar, and he kept making these whimpering noises and so. i took him,” yujin’s whispering, shifts a bit and blows air up from his mouth to get the several strands falling into his eyes out of the way so that he could see a little better.

“i’ll feed him, put up posters to see if anyone’s looking for him, but— he was just so thin when i found him, i don’t think anyone has been taking care of him. so he’s better off with me anyways. even if i am bringing him into this establishment that does not allow pets,”

yujin isn’t sure if he’s trying to convince kijung or himself at this point, the small puppy curled up against his chest incredibly well behaved for being hid behind a shirt and a leather jacket. he’s stopped shaking, though, so yujin considers it a win, patting him gently over the cotton as they wait.

looking to kijung, his eyes shine a bit underneath the warm light. “and you won’t.. turn us in, will you? we’re both too young to be on the run,” he says, a slight pout to his mouth, and a small, responsive whimper from the bundle cradled against his chest.