#feyxareum

[yujinfey]

—AREUM⋆ˊˎ

areum leans a little closer towards the male beside her while keeping her attention on the two men, speaking only loud enough for him to hear here. “from what i’m hearing, the muscular one has a girlfriend and thinks that the other one is her lover. the interesting part is, the other guy doesn’t even know the girlfriend. so what would you say to him in order to finally hit that last nerve?” her tone seems almost playful but also dangerous as she asks this.

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“hopefully they’re escorted out before it becomes anything like that,” yujin says, and he finishes his drink, setting the glass down and playing with the rings on his fingers to occupy himself, still watching the conversation happen between the two men. it’s not like he hadn’t seen many of these happen, it was quite a common occurrence when drinking was involved. he had never been one to instigate fights himself— always thought about the capabilities he had and never used. all it left was a bitter taste in his mouth.

he knew his father would have something to say about it. that he could just easily use his magic to get to someone before they even got close enough to touch him, about how yujin could be invaluable in deals, how he could become a great example of someone that everyone could learn to fear. yujin’s known enough of that to know that he would never want to be that person to someone else.

“well, first i’d want to know why he even thought that in the first place, if that’s really the case. if he truly doesn’t even know the girl involved, then why is the boyfriend even challenging him? then it feels more like an ego thing then even anything to do with the other guy. it could be something he fabricated himself— i think the mind twists things to look certain ways sometimes, even if it isn’t real. so he’s drunk, so he saw this other guy and maybe had a moment of insecurity. but instead of.. dealing with it himself, he took it out on his environment,” yujin reasons, and he tilts his head towards the bartender when he happens to catch his eye, pushing his glass towards him for another refill.

he directs his gaze to her for a moment, humming a little to himself. “and there’s another thing. i mean— how do you know all of that? i can’t hear what they’re saying too well, honestly, over the music. do you know him or do you just like getting involved when you see a little bit of trouble?”

yujin muses, and looks over when he hears the drink being set back near him, thanking the bartender and picking it up, taking another sip and looking over to her a moment later.

“either way, i feel like there’s a lot more here than meets the eye. and to hit a nerve, really, with anyone while they’re drunk, is as easy as looking in the wrong direction. just like it was with him in the first place, when he picked a fight with that other man,” he shrugs a little here, setting his glass back down and looking towards them again.

“so you could say anything and make it worse. he’s already chosen that path tonight. i think anything would make him mad at this point, but the conversation is already derailed enough. i mean, look at his girlfriend, she looks like she wants to intervene, maybe she’ll go and get someone to help break it up soon, if someone else hasn’t already. i might.. say something to the bartender, at least, unless they stop talking on their own. i mean, i feel kind of worse for her, honestly, that her partner would do something like that because of his own ego.. or if he didn’t even trust her enough to make up things like that. she deserves better,” yujin finishes, and he realizes he’s probably been talking quite a lot, but when he’s a few drinks in, it tends to happen. and she had asked him what he thought about it, even if he did derail it quite a bit into another topic.

maybe he would be a bit more perceptive if he hadn’t drank as much as he did already, but he did come here to forget more than anything else.

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[feykijung]

` * ∞ pangs

kijung doesn’t pick fights. the fights pick him.

he almost forgot about the werewolf, slain months ago, heart ripped out, kijung himself battered and bruised. he did it to save a human who would undeniably become a meal for the crazed wolf on the full moon, or be cursed to live as a werewolf himself for the rest of his days. he wondered, after the fact, why he didn’t think things through, even when he knew he did; he analyzed the situation and determined that saving a human life was worth the risk.

now, covered in werewolf blood once again, chunk literally bitten out of his arm, gash from a set of werewolf claws in his side, he mulls over whether he regrets it or not. this wolf, hellbent on revenge on behalf of the wolf kijung killed, was smart enough to run before he lost his life as well, but boy did he put up a fight. it all hurts like hell, more pain than kijung felt in a while, and the after effects of fear recede slowly. 

maybe that was victory enough for the werewolf: striking rare fear into the heart of han kijung. when he felt the claws sink into his side, he faced the very real possibility of his death-- of leaving mei without a child, and leaving kyuhwan without a sire and with all of the grief kijung turned him to avoid. 

maybe he did regret it. now, he harmed two werewolves, obviously with a pack, and with it came the chance of a repeat encounter, and kijung’s luck eventually running out. no; a human life may be worth his own, but no life was worth the pain he would leave behind in his death. 

he doesn’t even want to cause them pain in his life. he doesn’t want mei and kyuhwan to see him like this; he doesn’t want a stranger to see him like this, all bloodied and weak. he doesn’t want his makeshift family to worry or panic, and he doesn’t want anyone to call the police, as would be the rational response to a 17 year old covered in blood. 

maybe mei and kyu will be able to smell the blood when he gets home anyway. he’ll heal, but not quick enough, and the blood will remain. 

luckily, he’s a quick thinker, and someone he may be able to rely on lives close by. surely if he, all innocent-faced and beaten, shows up on areum’s doorstep, she won’t turn him away. they may not be friends, but they’ve known each other for more than 100 years, and surely that counts for something.

he rings her doorbell, inevitably staining it with blood, and when she opens the door, says nothing. he simply shows her the wound on his arm with a grimace, entirely sincere.

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[yujinfey]

—AREUM⋆ˊˎ

“my bet is on the boyfriend. he has all of that pent up anger that could easily be used to help him gain the upper hand, however, taking into consideration that he is in fact drunk... it could also be the innocent bystander who happened to be drug into this whole mess.” she was definitely enjoying this all a little too much and it was showing.

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yujin listens to her explanation and can only raise an eyebrow. there’s certainly something.. different about her, something that yujin doesn’t want to jump to conclusions to, so quickly, but. there is only a small pool of beings that yujin can consider that can hear conversations happening in a club with music, chatter, noise so thick and cluttered that yujin can barely hear the women beside him if she wasn’t projecting her voice in his direction well enough.

he knows they exist, they blend in among others, just as yujin does in his own way, but he doesn’t think that it’s quite a high possibility that he’ll run into them on occasions like this, out of everyone in the club he began talking to.

“or you’re really good at reading lips,” he mumbles, playing along a bit with the cover if she does have one, the excuse just barely making an explanation for it. yujin’s drunk enough to not press the matter further, if she wanted to expose herself then he’d let her do it on her own. he didn’t think it was his place to call her out, just as he didn’t want to come out with the fact that he was a witch right away, either.

his eyebrows furrow a little bit at her cold laugh, shifting in his seat and taking a long pull from his drink. “i’ve seen enough of it to become sick of how much it exists. maybe it propels people forward, maybe it’s a balance, if there is something like that, in order to equal out into the good, but a lot of it seems unnecessary and perpetual. why make people suffer when you have the option to not?” yujin says, and the whispered words out of her mouth confirms it for him. so she’s not human. he supposes that fact, at least, explains why her words contain so much of an opinion opposing his own.

“i’m not sure if i want to even think about who would win, i’d want to it stop escalating before there’s a winner, really. can there even be one in that situation? everyone is already losing by being involved in it, in the first place,” yujin’s frowning a little now, and he turns to look at the bartender, unsure if he wants to observe this any longer, but he sees the way that he’s glancing at a security guard, and how he pushes forward through the crowd towards the altercation. he’s guessing the bartender noticed quite a while ago, and when it didn’t break up, he decided to put a stop to it.

he could tell how much the women seemed to be enjoying things, but it seemed like they’d stop, soon, and yujin wonders if she’ll linger after not having the fight to observe from the angle of the bar. he assumes it’s the only reason that she came over here, and he just happened to be sitting there.

“i could say that i thought i was a bit jaded, but i don’t think i’m at the point of despising humanity that much,” yujin muses, and he’s finished with another drink, now, and he idly drags his fingertip through the cold condensation on the side of it for something to do, seeing the man who started the fight getting dragged away by two security and turning away, content with knowing that he’s been removed.

“no winner, then. just a reminder that everything comes in doses. i think that’s the thing about the universe, is that there will always be both in tandem, good and bad, maybe, but you can’t have one without the other. and the good will always make the bad feel worse, and the bad will always make the good feel even better when it comes around. it’s just how things are,” he says, and shrugs a little.

“i’m not sure if it has anything to do with humans or maybe it’s just how things are. in my own opinion.. i don’t think anyone can escape that, no matter who or what you are,” yujin continues, and he looks over to her for a moment, then back to his drink. maybe it’s empty, maybe it’s just waiting to be filled up again. he motions for another. he’d like to think that it’s just waiting to be made full once more.

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[yujinfey]

trouble/maker

—AREUM⋆ˊˎ

if he didn’t, well she would just enjoy it all herself. either way, her task was to get this little argument that was currently happening to escalade into something more that just words.

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as soon as he had left his home, his mother’s voice still lingering in his mind, echoing in his ears, he hadn’t even bothered to go back to his apartment. he let his feet take him straight to the first club he could think of, wanting loud music to drown the rest of it out, until he couldn’t think anymore.

it was all he could do. kept clenching and unclenching his fists on the subway, trying to close his eyes and tell himself, just a little bit more until you’re there, like the loud music will bring him enough solace to calm down. like any of this would be enough to make everything in his life feel like he has some kind of control over it.

it was too late to get a piercing, but tomorrow, he knew he would get one.

it was crowded, the music was loud, and the drink that he quickly swallowed was sharp on his tongue, just how he needed it to be. he hadn’t intended on doing anything much other then trying to float away in that feeling, when he heard a voice directed at him.

leaning against the bar, his once slicked back hair falling down from his earlier styling, he can only raise an eyebrow at the women.

“hmm— what does that involve?” he says, because her tone seems to suggest something he would guess wouldn’t be the normal sort of fun he considered for a club. for him— it usually consisted of getting quite drunk, finding his way home after dancing all night, sky turning pink with the morning, sleeping until his phone woke him up with a call from his mother, rinse and repeat.

his eyes glance to the argument taking place near them, considering if he should try to involve himself to break it up or hope that it stops before it goes too far, and then back to her. takes another sip of his drink.

“are you planning on.. intervening?” he asks, taking a guess, his other hand running uselessly through his hair to try and push it out of his eyes— only to have it fall into his sight once more.

he’s glad for the loudness of the music to drown most of it out, it’s only recognizable due to the fact that they’re garnering a bit of a crowd over the fuss, and yujin can see that the women is looking in their direction.

it makes him wonder, how many people in this club are looking for distractions, looking for an opportunity to forget, just how much they would do for a moment of solace, of peace, even with the music loud and the place crowded.

thinks about what he would do for a moment of clarity, of control.

he takes another sip of his drink.

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[feysebin]

— wrong footed ,

a starter for @feyxareum !

there’s something very disconcerting about being in an unfamiliar place without the comfort of sungha near him. the thing is that the person whose residence he is standing in front of is someone that sebin is actually very attached to. but regardless of her status in his life, the way that he can be compelled to follow her orders, regardless of the importance that she holds as his sire, sebin has never felt safe around her. always uncertain, unsure, worried that he will do something wrong which will be reported to sungha. 

but there’s no other choice — sungha has to leave for a few days, and neither of them trust sebin to care for himself inside their apartment. there are too many things that could go wrong, without supervision. hence why he finds himself standing outside a familiar-yet-unfamiliar door, clutching the hem of his hoodie that makes him look even smaller than he already is. 

hesitantly, oh so hesitantly, he raises a hand to knock on the door, timid and worried. it’s too quiet at first, and surely can’t be heard by anyone, so he raises his hand again, knocking just a little bit louder.