❛·° closed — @bransook.
HE DIDN’T REGRET IT, THAT night at the gala, what he had had to do to keep those around him safe. he took pride in being a hunter even if he wasn’t vocal about it, but under many circumstances did he feel it was beneficial to keep it a secret. ansook had been one of those circumstances: a rare friendship having blossomed between them, one that by nature should not have been possible, and once zemin had revealed where his loyalty truly lied things had been awkward between the two boys.
zemin had only guessed when he was walking on school grounds in the middle of the night, having sneaked out of his dorm in hopes of catching a glimpse of the youngest cha. it was unlike him to care to such a degree, but ansook’s friendship was one that was worth salvaging if possible. surely enough, the vampire exited his class and zemin hurried over to him cloaked in the dark night hoping it didn’t seem as suspicious as he suspected it did. «ansook,» he called out cautiously, looking at the other with something akin to hope in his eyes. «do .. do you have time to talk ?»
