closed starter ft. @ofcages
Sejin wishes he could cover more with a hat. He feels so not cute right now with sweat sticking in his hair, on his skin, and although he knows that he’s meant to be working himself up with this training, he just can’t seem to reconcile himself to Dante seeing him this way. It’s only been two weeks since he became a vampire, and it’s been only about a week and a half since he started learning how to defend himself; the truth is, he’s far more interested in flirting with the hot instructor than he ever has been in actually fighting. That’s how he’s ended up like how he is now, on his ass and puffing up at him from the mat, his hand moving up to touch at his mouth. It’s almost too much, having to look at Dante with a flush like what he’s got in his face, but he doesn’t really have a choice either.
“What did I do wrong that time?” He asks moodily, managing to get up onto his knees, and staying there as if he’s sending subliminal messages. He peers up at him with dark, almost black eyes, batting his lashes in a manner that he hopes is enticing.
