off with their head ;

lee taeyong • xxii • leader of the hunters you can be both: bravery & fear are lovers only the night knows about. you can be the damsel and still be the dragon or the prince. the hero. some days, you are all three. you are always trying to be someone else's saving grace but they never tell you that you need to be your own. they never tell you how hard it is to reach in and drown the fire, break the dragon' neck.

[uwyoongi-blog]

- cat & mouse

[uwtaeyong]

uwyoongi:

yoongi knew taeyong signed up for the life of being a hunter. but yoongi never signed up to be a vampire. yoongi gives him a smirk, “oh well that’s the effect of being…the leader of the hunters if i heard correctly by a bunch of birdies.” followed by a hum and a laugh from the elder. like taeyong, most hunters were easy to annoy. to pester and be a nuisance towards, yoongi got off of the irritation laced in their voices. after all, just something about their anger amuses yoongi.

taeyong was easy to read. the vampire knew how taeyong was like, determined to kill but annoyed at the existence of vampires. no wonder he’s the leader of the organization. 

“huh. well i’m just sitting here enjoying a drink. i haven’t done anything per say for tonight, taeyong.” yoongi clarifies for the other before placing his feet down on the door. the vampire strokes his umbrella by the hook, glancing around. blue eyes staring back at the hunter with a mischievous look, yoongi smiled, fangs out. “you need to relax..but that’s entirely impossible knowing the type of person you are.” remarking lightly, he usually goes easy on taeyong with his insults and vocal jabs.

yoongi tilts his head innocently, “me trying anything? i wouldn’t destroy a perfectly good looking bar like last time. are you suggesting we take this outside? man to man?” he hums as he stood up from his chair. circling the hunter slowly, eyeing him. “relax. i’m not going to pull anything on you.” twirling his closed umbrella, “empty handed fights are not always fun.” 

although yoongi was dangerous and a threat, he had no plans on dying tonight. 

there was really no point in hiding his status when people manage to find out anyway. it didn't exactly bother him, it was better him than anyone else and these vermins just needed to know who was calling the shots since his hatred for the species was very much clear. so, of course yoongi would have already known but when what about him? his story? what made him tick? hell, he would know but nothing wrong with a little curiosity.

"as long as your ass is around then you're right, it's impossible- man, gimme a break already..." he retorts, taking the last gulp of his drink before placing the glass back on the table. it seemed as though his mind was not very clear and yet once yoongi boldly bared out the fangs out in front of him, it causes him to regain his focus. the other wanted to provoke him, urging the two to do a bit of damage as if he already had something on his sleeve no less.

people weren’t difficult to read. he never really seemed to pay attention to expressions but taeyong was always suspicious of yoongi, there’s no doubt about that. "one, you must have forgotten that i don't trust you and two, are you challenging me now?” his brown orbs glancing back at the vampire, quirking an eyebrow while remaining in his seat. he knew in his mind that he never backed out in a fight, especially with the one who has been a thorn to his side.

who knows how matched they’d be this time, no way was he going to get yoongi get an upper hand again. he always managed to get away.

taeyong draws his eyes away, turning them towards the front and away, taking something out of his back pocket… the feeling of the metallic sharpness of the blade in his hand. that was it? a sigh and a small chuckle leaves his lips as if he knew there would be a chance he'd lose this round but there wasn't any time to think about it anyway.

the bartender must have picked up on the situation and slowly asks the crowd to leave for 'early closing'. "umbrella, huh? don't tell me you're about fight with that... and you know, you're right. empty handed fights aren't fun at all-" he starts, quickly turning his back around not waiting around any longer to strike with the bladed dagger in his hand as taeyong strictly aims for the chest.

[mpyura]

Murderers Win ||

[uwtaeyong]

uwxmyungsoo:

@uwtaeyong

 Seoul, 2017. 

Myungsoo hated the human race. It was only centuries ago that he was one of them himself. His parents were human. He was a good person back then. He was good. He was still good. He constantly told that to himself. Actually, no. Who was he kidding? He was the worst person alive. He wasn’t even normal. Hell he was the head of security for one of the most blood thirsty covens. He didn’t feel any guilt for the murders he committed. 

So of course, when he came face to face with the hunters, he managed to beat down most of them. He sighed in annoyance. “Trash. Nothing but trash.” he said to himself. He headed back on his patrol. Of course, the covens had their own head of securities and Myungsoo didn’t care much for the passiveness of the others. 

He was about to return when he heard footsteps behind him. “Oh, I see that I have been noticed. How funny. Trash actually noticed me.” 

it was somewhat tiring, actually more disappointing every single time taeyong would manage to come passed a situation such as this one. he thought vampires would be much more careful than this, going on about their business with murderous intent in the shadows and out of sight. and yet the situation was reckless, messy… as if this vermin wasn’t so keen on hiding a thing. taeyong managed to kneel down, towards the nearest stain of red crimson that stained the cold floor as if it followed a path.

hunters. these weren’t the same ones that he had sent out, disappointed that he couldn’t do anything about this. tonight wasn’t suppose to be a hunting kind of night but it seemed like taeyong was about to do this on his own. he wasn’t surprised how easily he found the culprit of this ordeal, filling up the street with terror like any normal vampire. but seeing him, taeyong knew the man wasn’t all that “special”, something he wasn’t gonna say out loud.

“trash? can’t you come up with something more creative?” he let out a sigh after the words flew from his lips when appearing from behind without much hesitance at all. he crosses his arms in front of his chest, “not surprising at all. since… you have made literally no effort to hide your crimes.” taeyong hasn’t made any effort to understand, because he shouldn’t have to. vampires were monsters that had to be eliminated at all costs and then again, weren’t they humans once first? whose the trash now?

although he did not intend to circle around the vampire like a predator, he found himself doing it anyway, just for observations sake as he took another glance at the vampire in the eyes. “you didn’t notice me following you until now, did you?” taeyong wasn’t about to be the prey this time.

[uwtaeyong]

night terrors;

[uwtaeyong]

uwnayoung:

she’s always alone in the dream.

alone with the presence, alone with the thing; there is always her and a wall and a monster.  there is no breath to be had to catch, because it gets sucked from her throat in a vampire’s kiss.  teeth graze her neck and her blood runs both warm and cold for him - in the real world, her body spasms from the fright of it.  he bleeds her dry, nayoung is dead on the floor but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t fight it.  that doesn’t mean she won’t go down swinging.

everyone that knows the girl knows her nightmare.  it is both the same in the dream and when she has her eyes open; nayoung is a victim and not a girl.  that’s all they see her as anymore, even when she smiles like sunlight and hopes for the best.  there is only so much hope a girl like her can have, because her mind is its own labyrinth bent on dragging her down to terror.  all they can say is that her mind is playing tricks on her again, like an illusion, like the devil.

she shoots up with a scream and heaves, clutching blankets to her chest.  and maybe in these moments, nayoung understand why they don’t see her as a girl but a lamb instead ready for the slaughter.  gulps of breath come hard won and shaking hands go to her neck - checking if it’s whole, to make sure that his mark left in the dream isn’t there in the light.  

taeyong’s presence goes unnoticed, because she’s still too busy seeing demons play back behind her eyelids.

taeyong didn't exactly like to consider someone fragile or weak but just after glancing at nayoung sleeping so soundly for no later than a minute, he got worried. he'd like to think that he had a good sense of intuition, that maybe just maybe she wasn't feeling quite right while taking notice of how hot the air seemed to be inside this apartment; it wouldn't be very comfortable at all. he continued to keep his sights on her, keeping track of every movement and every breath but at the same time, to not disturb her in her own dream or was it a nightmare? he takes a closer look, placing his knees down on the carpet and his arm rested on the end of the couch.

he jumps after the sound of a blood curdling scream coming from her that caught him by surprise despite how he knew something like this would happen (which explained his worries at the beginning). as if by impulse, he had immediately grabbed nayoung' shivering hand and placed it in his own warm ones in attempt to calm her aching nerves. though he was prepared in letting go unless it made her uncomfortable and all he could really do was give her the support during this sudden dark state. but what he really wanted to do was ask; what did she see?

taeyong wasn't new to nightmares, explained why he always refused to take a nap in the middle of the day but instead, do something that would keep him distracted from his tiredness. his eyes were filled with worry and panic, emotions that they rarely got to see. besides her, that is and a few others. "nayoung! are you... okay? it's me." he says, in order to make sure she knew he wasn't some stranger in the apartment. "you didn't notice me, did you?" he tried tuning his voice as calm as possible, tempting to hide his panic.

[uwtaeyong]

wake up call; (past!)

[uwtaeyong]

uwten:

ten likes his job for two reasons; he’s always liked coffee, and the soft glow lighting in the starbucks reminds him of sunlight, which is something he’s been clinging to for a while now - ever since the nightmares started, and the slow growing fear that comes with being in the dark. but as his shift is ending the fear begins to set in and his weak body starts, once again, to tremble, endangering the safety of every coffee he makes from that point on.

as much as he wants to get home and sleep, a part of him dreads it because he knows what comes with sleep these days. there doesn’t seem to be anything left for him to look forward to now that his days consist of work, school, being alone at home, and trying to avoid his new greatest fear; vampires. 

though, to be exact, he’d say his biggest fear is minghao, the vampire who’s pushed him so close to death multiple times now. 

however, he’s tugged out of his thoughts as a familiar face appears in front of him and his jaw hangs slack in surprise, and slowly growing delight. he’s about to say something, but taeyong doesn’t even look up, simply orders, then heads to a seat by the window. ten scrambles to make his coffee, noting that his shift is about to end and making himself his usual ‘end of shift’ hot chocolate to go, then removing his apron and heading over to taeyongs table to set down his drink, his own cup clutched tightly in his other hand as he simply stands by the table and waits for taeyong to notice him.

despite his mind was off in another place completely before, it was distracted with something else now, well, someone now that his eyes caught sight of someone quite familiar... a friend whom was once close to him. it was as if taeyong did not see him in ages, so where did he go all this time? his eyes made his way down, fumbling around with his phone while waiting for an opportunity to talk to him. the other may have noticed him staring just now, he assumed, otherwise he wouldn’t make it so obvious that he was looking in the first place.

it was difficult to keep close friendships nowadays, knowing the greatest chance of them disappearing right in front of his eyes at the drop of a hat, at any moment and at any time. which meant that he wasn’t ever going to be surprised when they all manage to drift away again. the world turned into a cruel place, that made it easier for people to fall down into the cracks and be lost in darkness for who knows how long, before they manage to find a grasp of hope, of anything. that was what he learned throughout all of his experiences.

could ten be any different though? did something happen? something life changing? who knows. he wasn’t sure if he was glad to have spot him or not. 

taeyong waited until his thoughts died down before looking up at his old friend before him. he looked, rather strange up close, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on why that is. should he just ignore that feeling in his chest then? “so did you notice me looking at you? it has been so long, i wasn’t quite sure how to approach you.” he smiled briefly like he wanted and stared at him closely. “are you... not going to sit down?” taeyong would understand if he was busy but, he only wanted to catch up.

[uwyoongi-blog]

- cat & mouse

[uwtaeyong]

uwyoongi:

the vampire laughs when he traces the bartender’s gaze shared with the hunter. knowing that they’ll likely are going to damage the entire bar. yoongi knows this routine very well once taeyong is in his line of vision. it’s either he escapes successfully for the umpteenth time, or taeyong actually leaves without a hair harmed on his head. taeyong in particular was one of the many hunters who continuously goes after the male, but sometimes yoongi knew taeyong has other targets as well.

yoongi cooes at him as if taeyong was his own child. well, he was technically old enough to be his great, great, great…many greats later grandfather. “aww is the leader stressed out?” yoongi coyly smiles at the hunter, cushioning his cheek as he takes another sip of his vodka. if he can recall, taeyong oozed leadership. it was present in his demeanor and in his tone. he places his cup down on the coaster, like the fine gentleman that he is. maintaining eye contact with the other before he props his feet up on the table.

“another pest…gee i wonder when you’ll stop calling my kind pests?” yoongi rolls his eyes. he’s always tired of hunters would never bat an eye for a proper and civil conversation with vampires. if he can remember one example of a specific hunter, was his name jongin? oh well, at least taeyong can somehow manage to keep up with yoongi’s nightly antics. plus taeyong has always participated in his banter.

“ahh yes. frankly, i do. this time… i have brought my own weapon. you see, i’ve realized that…running away can be quite fun when the wind blows into your face and the adrenaline courses through your veins…but a sword fight is much more fun than an empty handed fight.” yoongi darkly chuckles as he grabs the umbrella from underneath the table and places it on his lap.

there were certain vampires that he could tolerate and those he could not. yoongi was... in the middle. if he needed a good chase, a cat and mouse like situation then the other would always be a good target to use. his face twists into a stone cold one now, “now whose fault is that now? the presence of yourself is making it worse.” it was a shame how easily annoyed, how easily triggered he would get out of a few taunting comments but that was how he always was. he was always stressed, and would always be stressed but looked like tonight was the time he first acts on it after days. no, yoongi was not the root of his stress, it was something entirely different and still, what he said just now wasn’t a lie. 

it didn’t matter how composed he seemingly looked to others, maybe it was because of the troubling thoughts and scenarios he’d always make up in his mind. it was a habit, really. 

taeyong wanted to laugh, sarcastically but nothing came out and he refused to make eye contact even now. “yes, you, a pest... a thorn to my side? it could be either one, honestly.” there was still no way he’d be friends with a vampire, after everything they had done to turn his life upside down. they call claim they aren’t all the same but taeyong thought it had all been bullshit from the very beginning. vampires... they were all the same to him and those were his final thoughts. 

“surely you’re not thinking of trying anything at this moment, are you? i mean we’re in public, after all.” his face remained expressionless as he says so, but on the inside, taeyong could say that he was amused. somehow he wouldn’t be surprised by this act, bringing in a weapon inside a place like this, very bold indeed. even if he considered yoongi as the least intimidating, he still had to keep his guard up around him nonetheless. he was still a vampire after all. “as much as i would hate to admit it, you’re right. why would i fight empty handed?” at least that much, it wasn’t an option for him.

could he have sense something that was being hidden away? probably. though he cannot say that he did have a surprise of his own because part of him did not expect the vampire to show up to pester him at all. 

[uwtaeyong]

just wanted to add in a note that i'm sorry for being slow with plotting and replies here! it has been stressful keeping up but i'm around now and will be working on replies. if anyone here is interested in plotting still, don't be afraid to wiggle into my ims and we can always brainstorm over there! i'm sorry for the delay, things will commence and continue!

[uwtaeyong]

like this post for a random starter from taeyong? he's a hunter whose a total buzzkill but who knows what will happen... might cap this at around five? at least for now?

[uwtaeyong]

this is not a special post for my tracker but for my personal reference only and to have other aware of what i’m finished with and what i’m not! i’m still open for plotting but i will be slow on here for the most part. please do like this post if you’re still interested in plotting or if you are interested in general and also! do let me know if i missed anyone! there are still open plots that are available which you can find here.

* — currently writing! 

nothing at the moment! 

* — waiting on! (take your time~)

suspicions ; w. @uwyeri

one more? ; w. @hyunaxuw

darts ; w. @jonginxuw

bad taste in my mouth ; @uwgodfrey

teeth ; w. @uwxminghao

bitter reunions ; w. @uwcheol

cat & mouse ; w. @uwyoongi

interference ; w. @uwtaemin

wake up call ; w. @uwten

night terrors ; w. @uwnayoung

* — plotting with, have to message!

@uwailee

@minhyukxuw

@uwsungjae

@uwyongguk

@sehunxuw

@uwjaehyun

[minhofm]

｢ suspicions. ｣

[uwtaeyong]

uwyeri:

for ( @uwtaeyong ) — april 28th, 2017 / a random alley in the heart of seoul

she’s not stupid. maybe distracted, but definitely not an idiot. she knows when people look at her, and usually she’s great at ignoring it. more often than not, the feeling of someone’s eyes on her only lasts a few seconds, not even a minute; sometimes they’re just scanning the crowd and that’s fine. however, for awhile tonight she’s felt something entirely new— someone wasn’t just watching her, but they were following her. she only knew this because she had caught them a few times when she happened to turn a corner. she contemplated grabbing the metal bad strapped to her back to defend herself, but she couldn’t act too quickly— she didn’t know their motives or what exactly the situation was.

she’s not one to get scared very easily, but admittedly this situation was making her feel extremely uneasy.

she stops in the middle of a crossway, unsure of which path to take. yerim usually follows a certain unexplored path that she hasn’t been on before, but she’s lost her way thirty minutes ago while trying to lose whoever it was that was tailing her. the original purpose of walking through these alleys was to find one of those vampire hang-outs she’s been hearing of, but as soon as she had gotten so close, she was forced to turn back all because she had to get someone off of her back. if she were to meet whoever was following, she surely was going to give them a piece of her mind!

she decides to turn right, seeing light at the end of the small alleyway turning right again— which meant that if she went back in a circle, she might catch whoever was following. so, as the only logical solution, she runs, sprinting as fast as her legs could take her so she could eventually turn back around and get this over with. unfortunately, she wasn’t exactly accounting for the trash left on the pathway, which only caused her to trip and fall, creating a small gash on her knees. that didn’t matter to her now, as much as it hurt, she wanted to lose her follower, so she kept on power-walking away.

she just hoped there weren’t any vampires around— the last thing she needed was two people stalking her.

maybe it wasn’t exactly normal for taeyong to do something like this; watching a young teenager walk around by her lonesome like this when he knows that it was clearly dangerous for someone to do so. he wouldn’t say that he made himself noticeable but taeyong rather kept his distance from the situation, from the female in order to her not being able to spot him from afar. but was he completely sure that he was the one she was particularly trying to get away from? who knows… either way, she was worried about someone and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t stupid. why couldn’t she travel somewhere much safer? then again why does he have to keep an eye on her in the first place? maybe he felt like he needed to, just in case.

it seemed like she did not know of which direction she was actually suppose to go, assuming she was only exploring her surroundings, going anywhere her curiosity took her. that was what taeyong would assume anyway. he places his hands in his jacket pockets, exhaling before he continued walking after the female manages to disappear onto another part of the street. man, if she were to lead him around in circles this entire time then surely this entire situation would be a pain, but as long as she did not enter anywhere that taeyong would clearly know wasn’t safe for a human like her. he’d step in if necessary, even if he did not manage to get a good look at her face to see if he really recognized her.

he's disgruntled after she decides to take off running last he saw her and he stops in his own tracks, "you must be a whole lot of trouble if you keep me running like this, tch..." he soon takes off afterwards but he doesn't go as far or too close but enough for a glimpse before she collapses quickly on the concrete, which made his body jolt upwards, though he soon gained back his composure. taeyong disappears out of sight after that, just making sure he does not scare the female when she attempts to hide near the alleyways (which was never a safe place). he leans against the wall with his right leg up the wall as she passed him, "do you know exactly where you're headed? if i may ask?" he speaks as he assumed it was safe to do so.

[hyunaxuw-blog]

One more?

[uwtaeyong]

hyunaxuw:

@uwtaeyong

You could almost call it arrogance.

She had heard, multiple times, from many of her staff of the patron who walked in. The young man, seated at the bar, having a drink. They were nervous and she couldn’t fault him for that. Whispers that a hunter was in their midst always created whispers, but as she passed by each staff she urged them to keep working as normal. No sense in letting one person ruin the atmosphere of the whole place. Humans came here to have fun, and she had every intent to keep it that way for them.

So she’ll handle it herself. As she settles herself behind the bar, rolling up her sleeves, she notices right away that he’s hardly touched his drink. She flashes a tiny smile, a small curve of her lips as she gives him a polite greeting. With practiced gestures she takes a clean glass, drops a few ice cubes and fills it with water, being sure it’s all done where he can see (a good practice in general for any bartender, really) before she sets it in front of him.

“Long day? Or not to your taste?” She gestures towards the barely touched glass, condensation dripping on the outside, ice cubes starting to disappear. The receipt printer starts chugging away and she’s pulling the order slips from it, giving the youth another small smile as deft hands get to work.

“I can make you something else, or did you come here for another reason?”

taeyong could feel the strong presence in the air as he sat in front of the bar table with his fixed drink in the palm of his hand. it was as if he could feel the lingering eyes on him, even if his back was turned and ultimately, that was what it was. but taeyong couldn’t really blame them, when they recognize a hunter in their midst. he had no intention of disturbing the guests unless they were to cause any trouble or whenever he’d sense any trouble. it had been his night off, after all.

he was very much aware of the vampires in his midst so there was no way of indicate what he would and wouldn’t do. although he had not touched his drink, he realizes as his thoughts began to consume him as always. or as if he was busy listening to all the chit chatter and whispers going on behind him as he also noticed. taeyong does indeed notice another presence in front of him, a female bartender whom he notices to be one of them. there was no way that he’d not figure it out.

“i guess you could say long day but i’m only thinking, that’s all…” he taps his finger on the glass, he notices how composed and relaxed the other was. taeyong does notice the contents of his drink being somewhat lukewarm as he swirled the glass along with the movements of his wrist. "how about more ice?" he flashes a smile smile, sliding the drink gently towards her. being a hunter, it was always good to keep his eyes and ears open, even if it disgusts him to even be hanging around the same room as vampires.

"i'm sure your patrons are worried, are they not? and you came to check..." if taeyong had to assume. "but your guests don't have to worry about me being here." and he tries reassuring, not exactly sure whether or not the reassurance would work anyway.

[chanyeolnw-deactivated20180221]

darts *;; taeyong&kai

[uwtaeyong]

jonginxuw:

it wasn’t uncommon to find the captain and the leader together, though most within the hunters believed they were always talking business - strategies and intelligence, where to strike next, who to send out where. truth be told, they did take about that, but…. half the time they were just spending time together. both were cooped up in the base most of the time, what were they to do? it got a little boring after a while when they had trained all they could and still had time on their hands. 

kai found himself in taeyong’s head office, a place he was no stranger to, fiddling with one of his trusted daggers as he sat with a slight pout on his lips, boredom flooding his being. “we should do something. anything.” literally anything would be good for him right now. heck he’d even go for some hunting right about now (though the rest of the base wouldn’t take too kindly to captain and leader suddenly heading out with no plan of action). 

kai finally spotted a dart board in the corner, which peaked his interest. “darts?” with a sly grin he got to his feet, heading over to the board and mounting it on the wall in a good spot to play. “i didn’t know we had this lying around, though i guess i shouldn’t be surprised. it’s definitely a game for the hunters.” he chuckled, looking at the other over his shoulder. “you game?”

@uwtaeyong

being the leader like he was, communication was always key for a good team, building his relationships was also key as they go hand in hand as much he had trouble with inner turmoil in. that did not mean he couldn’t hold them off for their sake and his, he’d much rather have a relaxed atmosphere sometimes, just so it could ease him or at least just for a few days and all. when cooped up in the base like this, working from day to night wasn’t going to do them both any good. this wasn’t to say that his responsibilities weren’t important though.

taeyong leans against his chair in front of his desk in the office, brown orbs stare at jongin, surprised about the other’ suggestion. jongin was usually the person who’d come in most frequently so he hadn’t been surprised that the boy had shown up out of nowhere. but depending on what that something was, he’d make an exception and spend time with the captain for a little while. although hunting could be a thing that the pair could do, it was always a risky thing to do. “do something, huh? unfortunately, my mind is somewhat limited…” he exhales, his eyes searching around his office.

his eyes darted towards jongin’ direction the moment he mentioned darts, in which they quickly followed towards his line of sight. ah… he didn’t remember the dart board being there, which perked his interest just a little. it’d be interesting wasting their time playing around with that that. “darts? i totally forgot we had this lying around… but you’re on.” his legs both placed themselves off the desk before walking towards the direction of the board. “by the looks of the expression on your face… how should we make this interesting?” he grins, swinging his dagger around by its handle with his finger.

[uwtaeyong]

bad taste in my mouth;

( @uwgodfrey )

after becoming the new leader of the group of hunters for approximately three years, taeyong realized he had been busier than usual, forced to tear away from his personal thoughts and dedicate his life to the lives of others. this was what he thought was best, even if he felt the urge to work on his own problems, clear whatever his conscious was making him feel. he finds himself walking around endlessly, as if he did not know where he was headed but the eery atmosphere of the location causes to him wake up. the graveyard was where he was at right now.

being here made him feel... what was the word? depressed? confused? anxious? maybe a mix of all three, which was what he didn't seem to need and yet he couldn't find himself tearing away from the sight of both of his parents' graves placed right next to him along with his very own eyes. it had been awhile since he had visited, clearly knowing he'd feel the way that he did now. but his clenched fists expressed how frustrated he was and how determined he was to fight for the two people who had their lives tragically taken away.

no one knew taeyong had felt this way, that he had only solely blamed himself for the incident. maybe it was just easier to blame it on the vampires for everything going wrong in his so called life. they had one part in it, that was for sure and he knew that right away and so he still remains cold and just as sharp. not only did he swore to get revenge with fire burning in his eyes but vowed to never let it happen to everyone else.

he's surprised that these were the words that formed in his mind, he'd never say these things out loud. but even if his mind was filled with thoughts enough for distraction, he could still feel another presence which started looming over him from behind yet he does not turn around. "you know i can feel your presence. could i politely... ask to be left alone?" his voice hard.

[uwtaeyong]

teeth;

 ( @uwxminghao​ )

taeyong just wasn't limited to one place but he found it a bit easier just to stick to a few, keeping only himself surrounded by the locations he was most comfortable. he promised not to go far, just in case they needed him as he goes against his own wants and needs to escape everything. he had a short amount of free time, after hearing about the three covens whom planned a meeting which he knew he had to discover a plan of action for the whole event. but that plan was quickly pushed behind the back of his mind until he reached the same lounge nightclub that he frequented.

everyone had suddenly recognized him already and feel his presence whenever he stepped in or at least those who had been here before and he wasn't surprised. taeyong was there and suddenly trouble decides to follow; he was foolish enough already for making himself such an easy target. somehow, he prayed that his night would go smoothly this time and not be in the verge of another fight. taeyong then finds himself seated at the bar and the regular bartender greeted him with a smile as they have both seen each other before.

the bartender leans in, whispering something that only taeyong could hear. "lets hope you don't start another fight in here, it was chaos last time." he wanted to laugh at those words, not like he started it himself. he remembered strictly hitting the vampire in the head with an alcohol bottle after a few words had gotten to him, so maybe it had been partly his for being easily triggered by such words. "don't worry about it." he says simply, grabbing his glass in front of him for a sip as he tried his best to close his mind off from the loud chatter behind him.

[uwtaeyong]

bitter reunions;

( @uwcheol ! )

it was not uncommon to find himself working around inside his apartment rather than his office surrounding the hunter base, as much as he enjoyed their company. they were a family in some way, some form which he still had a hard time admitting and how it felt nice in a way to have people to confide in whenever he was stuck (some were more helpful than others). being the youngest to lead, sure it was a lot of pressure but taeyong felt as though he gained something special from it; besides the new responsibilities he obviously had to maintain.

if his father were here, he'd ask for advice knowing the man was very good at it, even when taeyong was only a mere child still trying to learn the ropes with the rest of people who wanted to enter the same field. he's hit with harsh reality at a young age and he realizes that he was practically on his own now, learning for himself what the meaning of leadership is, losing people to confide and talk to while gaining a few in the process. honestly, he thought about more of the former, more than the latter knowing how much he lost because of the world that collided with theirs; vampires living amongst humans.

in a way, taeyong felt bitter about that but then again... how could he not? he ruffles his dark hair, letting out a hard sigh and letting his back slide down against his couch. he does not remember planning anything which meant he had to do at least something to get his mind away from his thoughts. but his thoughts cut off from the sound of his front door being knocked repeatedly, jolting his body upwards as his eyes lingered towards the noise. taeyong didn't remember calling anyone in yet he gets up anyway but even he was reluctant to open the door, even with just a crack, he could tell whose presence was occupying the outside. he was shocked, clearly. "cheol?" the only word he managed to muster.

[uwyoongi-blog]

- cat & mouse

[uwtaeyong]

uwyoongi:

@uwtaeyong

a drink or two they say calms the nerves. yoongi knows this saying, but he doesn’t entirely believe it considering that his body works differently than any regular human. being rich and wealthy meant that yoongi could invest in the finest alcohol. which is what he’s doing right now to spend the night where he usually lurks. a wandering mind could bring such amusement or chaos per say to the vampire.

lounging at a table by his lone self, yoongi takes a sip of his desired vodka. letting the alcohol burn his cold throat, aching with thirst as the liquid drips down. the vampire lets out a sigh, knowing that his coven members were preparing themselves for their meeting. yoongi on the other hand however, had his own things to do. whether it be causing trouble out on the streets or tending to his flower garden, yoongi would rather much spend his times away from others. but that’s inevitable.

as if he’s waiting for someone, it looked like it from the bartender’s perspective. yoongi hums, reaching into his pocket for a cigar and taking out a lighter. however, he glances up to find a familiar young face. discarding the cigar away with the flick of his wrist, he smirks as he takes a sip. setting his drink down, he gestures to the hunter without an implication of fear in his icy, cyan colored eyes.

“hello again, taeyong. i’m guessing you got bored with your most wanted vampire so i’m your second choice for tonight.”

maybe you should stop working so hard, maybe get out and enjoy a time off for a change.

taeyong scoffs after relaying the conversation in his head that was still fresh in his mind from an hour ago. he eventually caved and took the advice and dragged himself out to the usual spot in the bar with the bartender welcoming him warmly along with his approach. usually, he’d ask the man about reoccurring problems in the area since the guy practically surrounded himself in this particular area but he doesn’t this time. there were much bigger problems at hand, he assumes.

there was really nothing new in the last few days, which would do the most and put the hunter’ mind at ease. he orders the regular, bourbon whiskey as the contents of the liquid burns his throat as he took sips at a time. taeyong doesn’t try to think about anything, his eyes fixated on the bartender who’d give him an awkward glance to apparently get his attention. he follows the man’ eyes before his dark brown orbs were locked on yoongi, the very same vampire who would make his jaws clench.

his eyes gaze away with much disinterest. “more like they won’t leave me be and now i seemingly have another pest on my hands. you’re not on my list tonight, sadly.” his glass is laced around his fingers, twirling the contents with the movements of his wrist. yoongi was one of a kind, taeyong would think so and in terms of the intimidation factor, the guy was pretty low on the scale. but at least he was fun to chase around, to an extent anyway. taeyong doesn’t think much about age, but clearly someone who lived for thousands of years would always have the upper hand.

he finally manages to glance, making eye contact. “you got another one for me?” he was already ready to hear whatever bullshit that he planned to pull now but he ain’t about to let a measly vampire get the best of him.

[uwtaeyong]

interference;

( @uwtaemin )

taeyong leans against the front seat of his car and parked just a few blocks away from the same shady old nightclub he had staked out at last week. he sits there in silence, contemplating how the hell he was going to go about this, especially when he did not wish to drag anyone out here with him. with only a single plan b if it happens to go to shit, the whole thing would either be a hit or a miss. he sighs, turning off the engine of his car before stepping out to begin strolling past the entrance to what only looked like a normal nightclub to the oblivious, the unknowing.

his dark brown orbs noticed many things that he hadn’t when he entered the first time, especially the discomfort of many customers who idly stood by to await for an inevitable dread. taeyong looked on, all while strolling past the people who cornered him from all angles and all sides pulling him which way. his leather jacket blended in with the dark atmosphere with the strobe lights reflecting it and he appears just like any other, except with motive.

taeyong was clearly at a discomfort but with no surprise when he’s tempted into forcing his hand when he wanted to save a person from misery; as bold as that sounded. he only needed an open opportunity to explore deeper, which was difficult when several things were happening all at once. his eyes casually darting behind him and over his shoulder after spotting a tragically confused, lost soul being dragged. if taeyong wasn’t going to take the risk then what was the point of him coming?

[uwtaeyong]

wake up call; (past!)

( @uwten )

taeyong, last time he checked was still pretty much human. that just meant that he was not just prone to getting his energy drained from the previous nights giving out orders to those who follow him, or those few nights of having trouble sleeping. he was still human, he could still feel even despite all the hurt that came with it. taeyong tells himself to grin and bear it all when the situations get rougher and he loses those whom he could not protect.

he couldn’t possibly think about himself losing contact with those he held dear, denying the fact that taeyong truly had. he remembered it being much easier as a child or back in high school when he was still flocking, learning like how his peers would expect him to. so he wanted to force in a day where he could spend an afternoon just doing nothing, enjoying a change of location and scenery when he enters the cafe. it was a place he just normally wouldn’t have entered.

there was a whole other night ahead of him and he couldn’t immediately expect peace.

taeyong steps up towards the counter, simply ordering a regular americano different from what he preferred. he kept his head low, preoccupied with the contents of his phone to look up at the person who was also standing at the counter. he does not realize it had been his long time friend, or at least until he took a seat near the window and taeyong blinks, his eyes gazing.