artistic. @obshakyeon from here.
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“Come now,” he gently reached out to pat Ten on the shoulder, “No need to frown and be upset. Frowns will give you wrinkles.”
he scoffs, lips pressed against each other in a thin, disappointed result at the answer that hakyeon gives him. (of course, ten shouldn’t have expected for a hundred year old vampire to understand the difficulties a young fae would go through but still, an attempt in vain.) “we’re not that dramatic, hyung, we’re just practical. and hurt.” the word bitter isn’t mentioned, but he hopes it comes across anyways.
see but it’s kind of hard to not even consider humans when they’re leeching in from every corner of the art exhibit with wonder in their eyes, and flooding the city of sunseong. the most ten can do is just scowl to himself or, like he’s doing now, talk about how tired he is of them to hakyeon. “i wouldn’t say they’re below meㅡbut i’d say i don’t like the way they think they’re above supernaturals.” he lets out a sigh, frowns and crinkles his nose in distaste.
really. just thinking about them stresses him out.
“i’m not upset.” he scowls again, evidently upset. it’s more that his pride than anything else forcing him to say he isn’t, though. “i’m just tired.”
