prologue –*
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...on nights like these, kangjoon can’t help but wonder if karma is truly out to get him.
kangjoon is no stranger to patrolling the streets of seoul. its a city that never sleeps, and seeing as how the dead mingle so seamlessly with the living, well, it’s probably for the best. nevertheless, those who turn a blind eye for too long end up victim to some of the more unruly monsters that lurk in the shadows- which is to say, they end up completely drained or mauled, both of which kangjoon has seen far too much of. it’s never any more or less gruesome than the time before it, but that doesn’t mean it makes his skin crawl any less.
sometimes his best bet ends up being the clubs. it’s inconspicuous enough to not draw too many questioning eyes when lips graze skin- even bites, seeing as how certain people have certain... preferences. it never hurts to dress the part, of course, hunting down predators dressed as bait has its benefits (even if it’s an absolute pain later on when removing said get-up)- but using his body to lure in vampires has never been kangjoon’s strong suit. he’s much too imposing physically, and his facial control is.. subpar, at best. so, try as he might, he usually ends up dressed suited to his age range and little more appealing than that.
it’s not all bad, though. he isn’t particularly fond of being eyed up and down, let alone as a food candidate.
it isn’t until kangjoon is about to round a corner towards those pretty neon lights that he hears what could be a scuffle. sure, it could also be two lovers who couldn’t wait to get home (although picking a filthy alleyway doesn’t seem like much of a sexy place to seduce a lover- to each their own, or whatever) but it could also be something a bit more serious. he’s sort of banking on that. not to draw any bad karma to himself for wishing any mishaps on a poor civilian, but, y’know. ‘s just part of the job. (or something like that.)
and a scuffle it certainly is, if the sight that graces kangjoon’s eyes is anything to go by. it’s not a vampire, but it is some perverted fucker attempting to push himself onto a more than fragile looking young man, and kangjoon’s blood is just boiling. not a vampire, but a monster nonetheless. he wastes no time in running over, nor does he hesitate to swing. he thinks he might have barked out some sort of warning, perhaps a get back to the boy, but little more than that. once he’s effectively felled the assailant, he turns to the victim, expression apologetic.
“sorry, i couldn’t stomach seeing that fucker trying to push himself on you like that. are you okay? do you need anything?” kangjoon’s voice is a bit breathless, one hand lifted cautiously, as if afraid to startle the other man with an action too sudden or harsh.
