#uwyoongi

[uwkangjoon-blog]

the beginning of the end–*

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...in hindsight, becoming so fixated on a vampire was probably the beginning of the end. 

kangjoon has never really been one for following the rules. part of him thinks it’s the result of growing up without parents in a world on a one way train to hell. in reality, it probably has a lot to do with misdirected resentment towards the authority figures that were in his life- the ones who think they’ve taught him everything he knows. (pretentious motherfuckers is what they are, but kangjoon often bites his tongue in their presence if for no other reason than to keep from wasting his breath.) regardless of the reason, that lack of care tends to get him into more trouble than he’s worth. 

this situation is no different. 

he isn’t sure when he stopped really trying to kill yoongi. can’t put his finger on when it became a game of cat and mouse rather than a game of life and death. at first, he blamed his lack of precision on yoongi’s speed and trickery. then, he blamed the adrenaline making his hands shake (a rookie mistake he hasn’t made since before he was recruited, but the mind often seeks to fabricate realities when the current one isn’t ideal). now, though. now he’s simply stuck in limbo with no real reason as to why. the ferocity in his bite is still there- if given the chance, he’d certainly wound yoongi. the question is simply of whether or not that wound would be a mortal one. at least, so to speak, seeing as how yoongi is hardly mortal anymore. but he digresses. 

a strange mixture of excitement and horror settles itself into kangjoon’s stomach at the thought of seeing yoongi again tonight- though the latter is almost entirely a response to the first feeling. really, he shouldn’t be so fucking thrilled to be looking death in the eyes again for the umpteenth night in a row, but he is and it’s pathetic. he’s almost accepted it. not quite, but almost. 

it doesn’t take him long to come upon the location of their most recent skirmish; a nearly empty sky rise building, save for a security guard dozing at his post as the time nears eleven. these sights aren’t too uncommon anymore- the incentive to work overtime has vanished as steadily as the employees who took the initiative did. as he rounds the corner into yet another winding alleyway, he thumbs the handle of the knife in his hand- a comforting weight in an otherwise eerie situation. 

“as much as i know you love chasing tail,” kangjoon starts, a sneer on his lips, sarcasm on his tongue. “if you follow me around all night waiting for me to find you, this won’t be any fun. we've been through this before- so why don’tcha come on out so we can play something a little more interesting than hide and seek.” 

[uwjaehyun-blog]

lost ;

@uwyoongi

all below him were animals, but the real ones always seemed more endearing. they knew their place, and did not speak against him; they coddled up to him, as if expecting something in return, and jaehyun readily gave to those who sought what he had with eagerness and the right amount of unwavering devotion. others rarely saw the beauty of it. they, of course, clearly did not see the virtue in worship, and in turn, being the object of such adoration; what poor, unfortunate little things.

then there were those who owned actual animals – cats, dogs, and the like – and the nameless creature who now jaehyun decided to call hun was one of them. he, of course, was a person of varying identities. over the course of a few centuries neither jaehyun nor this other soul had bothered knowing each other’s names and titles – such things were fleeting, and could easily be changed anyway – and it was for the better. over time, jaehyun became acquainted with the other vampire’s little hobbies and obsessions ( one had to have them to remain sane in the course of eternity ). 

a particular obsession found its way to jaehyun, surprisingly enough, on a small visit to the coffee shop, and jaehyun had looked at it, both expecting the other to react; he broke first, unfortunately, and took the fluffy cat in the warmth of his suit. he took his time in walking to the usual spot where he would meet hun, and there he took to going about his business, sitting as the cat curled up against his chest, cradled by an arm, while the other was busy contacting his other ventures, awaiting hun’s inevitable return.

[jisooxuw-blog]

// suede jaw

@uwyoongi

put a group of 12 armed and trained people together and you think you’d get the most solid force any hunter alliance could ever ask for.

yeah, right--they were far from it.

jisoo leaned against the stone wall with his arms crossed and a face longer than andrew jackson’s. liberators. saviours. more like the 12 angry men. except in this reality, they had guns and knives they could point if they wanted somebody to shut up instead of sweating their angry balls off in creaky wooden chairs. 

he couldn’t do this. silently as he could--though he doubted they’d hear him with their head so far up their asses--jisoo grabbed some gear and quietly slipped down the alley. it was quiet--dark. seemed empty. until a shadow passed in his peripherals, causing him to cock his rifle upward. 

“one more step, and i’ll blow your fucking head off.”