Blood, Claws, and Silver; (JB, JYN, GYL, CRI)
Jaebum winces as the light hits his eyes, amplified by the large glass windows that adorn his office. For a human, it would have been beautifully designed; but for a vampire such as him, it was not so. Still, he had learned and adapted quickly to the feel of his office when he had first moved into it a decade ago. It often surprised his co-workers how he never looked as if he had aged a bit, to which Jaebum would only nod and smile. The secret of his youth would never be revealed to anyone - and he believed that it would be best that way save a few people.
The Death Dealer is lost in deep thought as he tries to distract himself from the boredom that was his job. When he had been younger, this had been his dream job; but now it was nothing but a boring means of making money. He longed for something interesting; something else that he had always wanted to do. It was a secret, but cooking was his passion. He was a strange vampire that loved to eat good human food; and that surprised many of his kin. But every now and then there would be those that would turn out to be exactly like him - he was thinking of Sanggyun in particular. So he stares at his phone, wondering if he should invite a few guests over for dinner. Yes he finally decided - it would do him good to alleviate stress.
✉ sᴍs: 배// I'm cooking dinner tonight. Want to come over for a little taste test? *wink wink* You'll finally get to taste my food hehe.
She had always wanted to eat his food; and had made it clear to him more times than he could count. So it was no surprise that his first thoughts would have drifted to Jiyeon. He wanted her there nonetheless; her presence would ease any stress and pressure that he would feel. He always felt that way around her; and he was sure that she had caught on to the ambiguity of his texts. Taste test. Hah.
✉ sᴍs: 애기// 오빠 is cooking dinner tonight! Come over and try it out? It'll be 짱 I promise!
Now that he thought about it, he had never really mentioned his passion for food to Gyeo Ul; but he assumed that she would be able to pick up on it. She wasn't completely oblivious to his habits he would have hoped; but again, he could never be sure. Gyeo Ul was like that.
✉ sᴍs: 덜팔이// Hey grease monkey! I hope I didn't distract you from your work; but do you want to come over for dinner tonight? I'm cooking. And no - it won't be burnt like the colour of tires.
Riza was a person who made everything lively. She was the party starter and the fire that kept things going. He knew that from the moment he had first met her, and even more so when he had been dating her. He sincerely hoped that she could make it. She simply had to.
With his messages sent, Jaebum reclines in his chair as he stares out at the sun. It burns his eyes, but he challenges it like he assumed he would have to challenge himself later on during the night. It would be interesting inviting all three of them over. More importantly, he would have to think of a dish to prepare that all three of them would like. But they didn't know each other, and Jaebum assumed that they meant each other no harm. He had never been so wrong.
