#xithymia

[kureon-blog]

“I feel weird… what was in that drink…?”

The anguish of beingbetrayed by someone who he trusted more than himself was painful, it never occurredto him that he could do it, even when he knew that he was drugged. Joonmyeonknows no limits when it comes to people who he had grown to love and protect.As soon as his eyes were opened with the possibilities of death being a friendof his on a certain narrow road where his enemies lie, he knew that he willhave to deal with everything by himself, by these people who became his familywas more than he could ever treasure.

No wonder that as soonas he entered the club that he was told where the young vampire hunter was,dignity torn by embarrassment that he caused the whole night, his eyes show mortification, and dishonor, combined with the painful eerie that Zero betrayed him.

The mischief that wascaused by the man who took the oath in front of him, and the way he promisedhis wife’s safety was more than Joonmyeon could ever be thankful for, theynever hit the high note where the young man and him would be placed on the sameroad, thinking of the same thing, but they knew that despite their opposite naturecompelling each other’s beliefs, Zero is his friend—no, his best friend, whocame in his life with his brother who became his own family. The three becameinseparable, but Joonmyeon has a better priority now, and Zero was at thebottom list.

                      “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?”

“How dare you.” Heenters the club, dressed with the same clothes that he wore inside his ownhouse, where he took the call of the bartender that concluded that Zero was toostoned to even think; Joonmyeon has his eyes red, his nails growing by the tipsof his fingers, the anger is visible in the glare that he’s throwing at theother, his hair was not in the nice ebony shade but in the mahogany thatcompresses the insipid façade that his skin emits. “How dare you tell Kriswhere my wife is? I fucking trusted you.”

He was with Baekhyunwhen he received the call, the third call that they got the night Joohyun waskidnapped while he was working out—first was from Kris, second was from thebartender, and third was from the former male, and he knew that he was neverreally patient in handling events as such, but he took his pride with him assoon as he stomps forward, fingers gripping the collar of Zero’s plaid shirt. “Iknow you’re selfish. I know you’d do whatever you can to kill everyone in yoursight. But Kris was never your fight, Zero. Kris is mine, and your job was toprotect my queen.” Voice stern, the dangerous tone that everyone loathed andfeared, Suho is soon eating the gentleness that Joonmyeon had.

How dare he try to geta conversation with his nemesis?

How dare he take atime off from prioritizing the safety of his wife, and the child that she willsoon bear?

How dare he act like he is an innocentvictim of the story, when he knew—Suho knows that Zero isn’t as stupid as howhe was deemed to be, but now, maybe, just maybe, he was wrong from the start. Apparently,the drink that the other took had a pill that could spill anything that the interrogatorasks of him; Kris was the one asking the questions, Zero never failed to answerhim.

And now he has to feel Suho’s wrath, beforeKris could.

“She’s taken away from me.” The smashing ofthe bottles of vodka, beer, and costly wines echoes through the bar. Everyonestopped dancing; the man behind the stereo, in-charge of the music paused inhis own shameful—sex filled tracks, Suho pushed Zero over the counter table,manhandling him over to the elongated bar, fingers clutched upon the expanse ofhis neck, nails digging on his skin, possibly drawing blood, but he couldn’tstop himself from feeling the pain around his chest.

Joohyun was taken away from him because ofthe man who had been too selfish for his own good. If he could have told himhow Kris wanted to talk, and then maybe, they could have calculated his move.But Kris knew them too well, and he knew how Zero had always preferred workingalone.

Baekhyun tries stopping him but there’s noone that could stop a King from killing unless faced with his innocent Queen.

“If anything happens to Joohyun, I swear toevery single man in this earth—”Now his fingers, index and thumb are pressedalong his jaw, possibly cracking a bone between his ear and his neck, beforethrowing him over to the other side of the bar, his body smashing the stereo,causing the people to scatter around them, running, screaming, trying to find away out of the mess that he created. Suho had always been merciless, and hewill do anything to protect his family.

“I will killyou.”

[kureon-blog]

"i heard the news. congratulations."

The news.

The news of him and the offspring that would soon come tothem would probably cause a stir in the race that he’s supposedly ruling. Withthis, it would soon be concerned that they or rather, he, should startcontrolling his subordinates and to get the protection needed, especially forJoohyun. Voice chimes through the surroundings of his home office, it isn’tsurprising to get an abrupt meeting and personal appearance from the other,honestly, he had been waiting for this because his brother had already givenhim his congratulatory statement, and he even asked if his wife was the one who’sreally pregnant or him.

At times, he wants to punch the twins but he knew thatthey’re something that he needs as well, especially with the appearance of Krisand Ying in their lives once again, he knows that he will have to get all thehelp he could hoard.

“I assume you heard from your brother?” There’s a subtlesmile across his lips at the sight, he’s not fond of looking at Zero, no, notat all but he’s actually thinking of what it is like to be a father, finallymaking one of his dreams come true—although attached to that is something sovulnerable and fragile to his own kin. A baby that would take his reign wouldsoon fall in his arms, and he will have to take care of it, even if it’s ashard as he knew it would be.

“Thank you. As a part of the royal guild, protect Joohyun at all cost. It’s an order.”

[kureon-blog]

xithymia

“just ask joohyun. she’s probably seen it all.”

Interesting, he shows up at times when the King is embarrassed. Out of all the times that he should, from all the bantering, fights, rouge vampires that needed to be tamed and punished--Zero shows up in this particular situation where the King’s cheeks are flushed, fingers massaging his temple to calm himself down, Joonmyeon keeps a stern gaze upon the shadow that appeared from the corner of the office that held him captive ( captive in a good way, because he hates it when someone interrupts him from focusing on his vampire responsibilities ). “And you have to show up at times like this. Bravo, you have an impeccable timing, Zero.” He gathers his papers, placing it on the other side of the table as he lets his tongue moisten his pair of lips, onyx hues watching the man as he curls his fingers on the flat of the table.

“That’s Queen Irene to you.”

[kureon-blog]

7, 8, 14, 20, and 27.

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions 

7. How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

The thing about Joonmyeon is that he has to think twice about doing anything else. With his neutral personality, he could be patient, positive thinking isn’t suited with the way he bundles his thought with reality. Negativity is something that couldn’t be associated with him either because he knows that if there’s a will, there’s certainly a way to do things, which is why he’s neutral. Now, the thing about this character is that Joonmyeon is their mask, and as soon as the mask breaks, Suho will appear and Suho--we all know that Suho is a different man. 

Suho perceives himself as just, being the King of a big race, he has to unify vampires all over the world. He has to justify himself with facts and interrogation, and not with false assumptions. 

8. Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Generally, he’s a patient man. Meaning, despite having two personalities and layers that people couldn’t see, he’s thinks in an intelligent manner. Being quick is nothing for him, as long as he’s precise and as long as the thought is based on observations, truth, and something that he could work on, he’ll take his time-- because whatever comes from him would always and will have to be perfect. ( although when it comes to being lame, he’s a quick thinker. )

14. Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Team player. He lived his teenage years being the captain of the basketball team in University of Cambridge, not to mention that he has to be a leader; being a team player is a must, although there are times that he prefers being alone, or to conquer his missions by just himself. Especially that time where he had to confront a rouge, class S vampire, where he got tormented in the end ( in his defense, he didn’t knew that there were a lot of vampires surrounding the place and he can’t blame himself when it was Joonmyeon’s side of him who agreed to do it and to trust the other. ).

20. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Ying. There’s a hundred reasons why, but he’ll stick with the basic; he touched what’s his.

27. If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Suho would say a lot of things, but one of the things that he knew he would blurt out is the fact that he’s not fitted to be the King, and why him? He has a lot of flaws, he's imperfect, and he knows he’s not strong enough to be the King but he knew, he already knew what his father would say to him. Him, together with his mother would tell him not to put everything to his shoulders; that’s why he has Zero, Baekhyun, and Joohyun. 

[kureon-blog]

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“It’s all planned, a part of the plan.” He feels frustrated, he doesn’t know whether the other knew what his plan is or he’s being dead serious about not knowing anything. Joonmyeon keeps his eyes on the ground for a while because he wanted to clear his head, not only that but he wanted to watch his toes wiggle in the cold night. Despite being a vampire, he hates the cold, no wonder he’s always by the fireplace and he is always clad in thigh clothing, except in summer where he likes wearing his batman slippers. 

But even if it’s summer, he really has to be serious at times where he knew Zero is going to kill him for trying to be funny, where he pulled a strategy without them knowing, not Baekhyun, not him, not even his family--not even Joohyun. So far, it was only Zero who knew his plan of faking his death, but he did ranted about how the stab was painful and it felt like Yan had a hidden grudge against him. Other than that, he’s trying to contemplate whether to explain further or not; Joonmyeon lets his eyes trail up, the image of his wife being restless was something that he’s very much remorseful of, not mentioning the fact that he promised her that there’s nothing that he would do so restlessly, without consulting her first. It’s how they’re supposed to be, but Joonmyeon always had the vice of thinking to himself, maybe it’s a part of being in a top position, a man who is respected, and a man who never needed any approval on anything.

“I miss her.” He says, tracing the wound on his arm. It’s red, the shade is contrasting across his pale complexion, he isn’t going to lie, but it looks good on him; red looks good on you, she stated one time when he was trying to find the fitting tie that would compliment his look on that stoic night. “I just really don’t want her to be associated with my selfish acts, you know.” He knows he’ll listen, even if Zero had always been a person who has a mind of his own, despite the feud that they had when they were kids, Zero had always been his best friend. “I just want to protect her, I just want to be her home again. I want her to be safe, and how could she be? If she’s in love with me?”

[kureon-blog]

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

Staying for two nights would be more than enough for him to think clearly. 

Everything that happened was uncalled for, and Joonmyeon--no, Suho, rather, was feeling a little remorseful for what happened. The damage, the emotional stress and effect that he managed to put to the people of his race, to his family, friends, his brother, to his most trusted loyal subordinates, and of course--to Joohyun. 

The Royal Ball was nothing more than an annual event, it binds vampires of different pureblood families all over the world. Being a pureblood was nothing more than a nuisance for him and in all honesty, he never thought that up to that date, where different societies, even the human race had become a little more open with the idea of supernatural people are living among with them. He is the first of his name, a man who was born with the highest of ranks along his peers, feared by many, followed by all-- no wonder that there’s no one that could seem to push him off the chair he’s currently sitting, and no wonder there’s nothing that could seem to put an end to his own monarchy.

Suho, being the King, rules everyone around him. 

But not everyone wants to be ruled. 

It started when his grandfather, who wanted to put an end to the monarchy that only purebloods rules the land that they freely roam in, spent his years playing the cards around his firm hands to create a way to end such living, to place an account in democracy, and to have everyone have their freedom to choose what is right and what is wrong. The parliament that his grandfather started irked the council; the Council that only comprehended what he wanted from the start, even from his precedents, and even from the living enemies around the corner who controls the massive population of the rouge vampires. The thought of having a democratic panel was impossible, said the council, who only knew that purebloods should always, and will always stay as such. When his grandfather died, his father took an oath that there’s no one that could simply put their monarchy to an end, but they could do something to at least put a stop to the war approaching. 

He was roughly  a hundred and twenty one years old when his father died, leaving him in the care of the crown that was placed above his head. The young king by then was discriminated, often asked if he was forced to abide the rules because of his own father dying recklessly or because he was bound to do it, sooner or later. What his father left him was two things; one, the pleasantry of words and statements that he will forever learn from, his father was his greatest mentor, aside from his mother, he was the one who said that there’s no one that could fight the courage of a brave and a congenial man. 

And that’s what he became. 

The night of the annual ball was nothing more than just a simple night, until he knew what he had to do by the end of the day; the leader of the council, Yan, was a subordinate of his. Yan told him that there’s a plague that would soon cover the outskirts of earth, revealing the true identities of vampires, pureblood, half-blood, and newborns alike. It was a part of Ying’s plan, a rouge vampire to dominate everything, and Yan told Suho about bribing everyone in the council to join his side, it was a good thing that Yan was simply a loyal servant, and he was a part of the plan to let everyone know what it would be like without the King by their aid. 

Everyone witnessed his death, the death where he was stabbed by a friend--completely turning up a notch, completely letting everyone know that there’s no one that could be trusted. Yan was the one he instructed to stab him by the golden knife in the middle of the party while everyone was dimmed by the shadows of the night, while everyone was too busy dancing, eating, socializing--while Suho, himself, was busy, catering the needs of his wife. 

And the night ended with furious cries, pleads of dismay; Zero and the others were the ones who he knew that would put the shame into stop, that everything would soon be a figment of their imaginations. It was a little selfish of him to put everyone to the brim, but they needed a little push, they needed a little jump start because if no one is willing to sacrifice themselves, the constitution will never be just. “The night was a long one, wasn’t it, Zero?” He says, hooded in front of the man who catered him inside his apartment. His pale complexion glistens by the moonlight, Suho’s eyes were still red, furious with his own imbecile actions after seeing his wife cry in front of their sons, pleading everyone to stop fighting, trying to get a glimpse of his own pale and withering, fake body.  

“A night is enough for me. I have already planned on what to do next, and I won’t exactly apologize for not including everyone to the list of participants. That was quite a show, wasn’t it?”

[kureon-blog]

"I knew you weren't dead."

Wise men wins the game. It’s a statement that his father would always say, it is something that is akin to him and his mind set; wise men, wise men always wins the game. He’s always perceived to be the best in anything that he could come up with, with his dainty mind, the way he thinks is different from the others, maybe because of the different classes that he took when he was still a child, or maybe because of the fact that he’s been trying to create a whole new world in a different perspective than just to himself. Joonmyeon knew better than to ignore the words that came up to his ears as soon as he passed by an alley, sooner or later he will be found out anyway, he isn’t exactly hiding, nor he isn’t entirely making himself unseen, but he’s just going at ease, trying to blend in, through the people who has different scents and eyes that searches for him every single time.

He may have won the blending game, because no one has spotted him yet, from the council, that is--although he knew that being a teacher at a well-known university could be something that could throw off the things that he took for himself, but then again, he has to enjoy the game, and he has time to unveil the plans that he has in mind. 

Every day is a new start for him anyway, and time is sufficient for him to place a strategy of his own--after all, a King shouldn’t be harmed by a herd of sheep below him, although he should always trust those who had been serving him ( with a slight caution because it’s how his father’s trust was diminished. )  with all that aside, Joonmyeon turns around to see the man behind the shadows, as always, lingering with the blind spot that people may not know of, Zero had been one of those people who became a part of his life, even if their relationship was tainted with betrayal and agony, they find it to themselves that there’s no one that they could trust but each other.

“You’re not an idiot, you knew well than others.” is his stoic response-- Zero had always shown the best of his understanding for Joonmyeon, and he knew too well that the other would figure out the puzzle and the mindset of the game, more than anything else; not even his own family. “Besides, I gave you a head’s up. I sent you a note, although it was driven with codes, I’m sure you figured out right away.”

[draugrxsoo]

“Watch where you’re going.”

         It had been awhile since he’s had any blood, since he’s had any energy to move about properly. His throat was so dry, it was painful to bare the temptations for so long that the vampire couldn’t take it anymore. Kyungsoo was dragging himself around to find the most secluded place he could feed, but at this point it was almost as if he could feed upon anyone he laid his eyes upon, but that would’ve only caused him trouble. 

   His sight was hazy, although you wouldn’t be able to tell that the vampire was starving to death, he could swear that if he was human he’d look a lot paler than he already was at least that’s what it felt like.  The male dragged his feet through a crowd of people as quickly as he can to be out of sight, to be away from the public. Being out in the open only made matters worse for him and suddenly being as careless as he was at the moment he bumped into someone’s shoulder without watching his surroundings. “Watch where you’re going.” The other exclaimed, obvious frustration in his features. An annoyed sigh left Soo’s pair as he pushed the other even farther away from him and out of sight. “Then stay out of my way.”