#wedust

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                  tagon isn’t expecting company. he’s been so thirsty the last few days and he’d finally had an opportunity to swipe one of the blood bags from work. sneaking it home is always the worst part, and the second he’d walked through his front door he’d had to resist the urge to tear it open and drain the entire thing in seconds. he can’t afford to spill any of it, he has to take his time. needless to say, when he hears his doorbell ring, he jumps out of his skin so violently he almost drops it. shit. shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. ❝ uh... just a second! ❞ he calls out, hoping whoever’s on the other side can hear him as he panics and tries to figure out what to do. there’s blood on his mouth, blood still left in the bag, he’s sure there must be some on his floor by now. shit.

               the next few seconds feel like hours. he drains the rest of the bag like he’s in some kind of eating competition and hides the evidence as best he can ( because he can’t exactly put it in the trash when whoever his guest is might end up throwing something away ), sprints to the kitchen sink to rinse his mouth ( and says a silent prayer in thanks that he managed not to spill anything on the floor ) before he finally opens the door, hoping he doesn’t look as flustered as he feels. ❝ hey, sorry, i was... in the middle of something. ❞

@wedust​

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(   🌺   )               ❛   talking   to   myself   is   boring   conversation,   ❜   she   hums,   rather   shameless   in   admitting   that   she   even   talks   to   herself   in   the   first   place.   ❛   like,   i   want   to   talk   about   something   interesting,   but   all   i   can   come   up   with   is   boring   medical   talk.   do   you   see   my   problem   here   ?   ❜

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@wedust​ asked: “ i missed you at work today . ” / ae > tagon

the art of domesticity

               ❝ you should have called in sick, ❞ tagon says, holding his arms out to offer her a space to slide into against his chest. he still doesn’t know much about her job, he knows he doesn’t because she can’t tell him about it, but he doesn’t need to know much to guess that it’s the kind of place that doesn’t allow sick days. especially not pretend sick days. her warmth against is chest is a small comfort, and his arms slide around her as he presses a handful of gentle kisses against her cheek. ❝ i missed you too. are you hungry? we can order something. ❞ by we, of course, he means her, but they can cross that obstacle when they come to it.

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@wedust​ asked: “ anyplace with you feels like home to me . ” / jae > sihoon

the art of domesticity

               ❝ really? ❞ sihoon asks, head turning to the side to look at jae. he doesn’t know why he’s so surprised, considering jae can literally hop across different planets at will, but... maybe that’s why. maybe he feels like he’s limiting him somehow. sihoon has built a very human life for himself. he has commitments to his studies and his future career, he has his family and friends, he has things that keep him fixed to one place. even if they go adventuring in space, it has to be somewhere that’s viable for humans or else his head will explode or something else you’d probably see in a horror movie ( he doesn’t know much about how people die in space in movies, he doesn’t like anything scary or bloody ).

               curled up under the covers, he supposes it could just be the warmth and the cosiness. people say things like that when they’re feeling especially soft and warm, don’t they? perhaps it’s more telling of him than it is of jae -- that he thinks so little of himself that he can’t possibly understand why he would feel like home, instead of one of the countless planets jae has been to, or thailand, or anywhere else. ❝ thanks, jae. ❞ he still remembers the first time jae stayed over, borrowed pyjamas more than a few inches too long for him. sihoon’s gotten him his own for at his house now, but it’s a memory that always sits fondly in his head. maybe that was when he realised he liked him. ❝ i love you... ❞

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@wedust​​ asked: “ i notice that you keep looking at my lips . you’re criminally unsubtle . ” / ae > tagon

the art of domesticity

               tagon’s budding relationship with ae still scares him sometimes. he has his thirst well under control by now, but dating a human always brings with it concerns of losing control. he tries not to feed from living things, stealing blood donations from work instead, but each time he does, it gets harder. each time he risks the absence being discovered ( though it helps when he was the one taking the donation, the paperwork is easier to falsify then, so that the records show one less blood pack than there should be ) and sending the entire facility into an investigation. if he doesn’t feed for long enough, what if he lashes out in desperation and hurts her...

               but those thoughts aren’t for now. no, his thoughts now are occupied by how kissable her lips look. it’s a little insensitive, the lack of attention he’s paying to whatever it is she’s talking about, but frankly, he thinks it can’t be helped. he’s spent the last eighty years avoiding romantic entanglements, he thinks that allows him a little indulgence now. ❝ are you going to arrest me? ❞ he asks, lips curving upwards at the edges as he speaks. ❝ what’s my punishment? ❞

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@wedust​​ asked: “ i just want to hear your voice until i fall asleep … ” / jae > sihoon

the art of domesticity

               ❝ okay, ❞ sihoon says softly, certain he'll have his mother poking her head through his door soon. he knows not to stay up too late, and she trusts him to do so, but she still checks on him whenever she hears him up later than usual. talking to jae on the phone isn't quite the same as having him here, but he's slowly having to accept that he can't be there all the time. jae has his own life to lead, they can't be joined at the hip 24/7. especially not with his plans to go to seoul when he finishes high school in just a few months. he still wants to ask jae to come with him, but he hasn't felt selfish enough to ask just yet. ❝ are you sure you can't come here for christmas? mum says it's okay. ❞ she'd extended the same invitation to his sisters, but they'd both figured out pretty quickly that it was just her way of finding out whether either of them have started dating yet ( and the answer from both had been a firm no ).

               he lets out a quiet sigh when jae says no, though he does his best to disguise it as a yawn. he doesn’t want jae to feel bad for not being able to make it, even if he’s disappointed they can’t spend their first christmas as a couple together. there will be plenty more christmasses, it doesn’t have to be this one. ❝ i miss you. i... i know i only saw you a couple of days ago, but i miss you already. is that sad...? ❞ he asks, rolling onto his side and pulling his sheets a little tighter around himself. he knows he gets attached easily, perhaps a little too much a little too fast, but... he’d rather that than not getting attached at all. ❝ don’t stay up too late, okay? you’ll be tired tomorrow... ❞

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@wedust​​ asked: ( LEAN ) / ae > tagon

send a prompt for my muse to react to your muse... ; leaning against mine’s side

               tagon sometimes forgets that humans get tired. that long days can leave them feeling less than themselves, and sooner or later they have to stop and rest. vampires, even young ones like him, don’t require nearly as much recuperation time. the air is starting to turn cold, and the days grow shorter as they creep closer and closer to winter. tagon is used to it, eyes adjusting as it gets darker, but he doesn’t like the thought of ae walking around by herself in the dark. it’s why he always comes to meet her after work ( at least, as close to her work as he can get, anyway ). even if all she’s doing is taking the subway home, he likes to make sure that she’s safe.

              the subway is always busy this time of night. that doesn’t bother tagon, either, but he always tries to find a seat for ae. no such luck today, though. they’ve been standing for the last fifteen minutes, though tagon is eyeing a man he’s sure is going to get off at the next stop. he’s so busy readying himself to pounce on the vacant seat that he doesn’t notice how tired ae is until he feels her weight against him. ❝ hey, ❞ he says softly, head turning to look at her when he feels her arms close around his. ❝ do you want to skip dinner and just go home? you seem pretty tired... ❞

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@wedust​​ asked: ( FLOWER ) / jae > sihoon

send a prompt for my muse to react to your muse... ; putting a flower in mine’s hair

               sihoon likes how soft jae is. because with jae, he can do things that he might otherwise be embarrassed about with his other peers ( and especially namgi, since his half-brother seems to exude nothing but masculinity ). not that sitting in the park is an especially effeminate thing to do, but he knows namgi would never do it, and plenty of his school friends would only do so to pass time between studying ( or even more likely, they’d say yes in the hopes they might earn themselves a free study session with him in the process ).

               but not jae. jae hadn’t asked any questions when sihoon had asked if he wanted to go to the park with him, even though all he had planned was to sit on the grass and enjoy the last of the sunshine before winter starts to creep in. he has a book with him, but he hasn’t had much chance to read yet, too busy making the most of his time with jae. his gaze is on his phonescreen when he feels jae’s fingers against the top of his head. he glances up, half expecting there to be a bug in his hair that jae is rescuing, but he catches a glimpse of petals and a smile starts to bloom on rosy lips. ❝ am i pretty? ❞ he asks sweetly, still peering up at jae from his spot on the grass. ❝ oh, but hyung, you need one too! ❞