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an honest mistake
“Tequila it is.” Tequila would burn a little more down her throat but hey, that’s pretty fun too. The eavesdropping barkeep somehow gets it and she merely glances for a second until she returns the attention back to her companion for the rest of the evening. The fact that the barkeep catches onto conversations that easily convinces her that she is in fact, in need of some more alcohol. Decently drunk means not overthinking every single thing after all. But at least she’s making progress, right? And with someone buying her drinks it’s going to be a lot easier. Sure she has a filthy amount of money that she could sacrifice to alcoholism too, but who doesn’t like free drinks? Social drinking might not be her thing but it’s the closest she gets to socializing in general.
Alex drums her fingers on the table to busy herself in some way, keeping her gaze steady as to not be too rude when they’re talking. “Yeah?” She gives a prideful grin. “I mean not all of them are as good.” She jokes, giving a shrug and a small snicker to match. “Just kidding. I don’t actually know.” Nor does she care but she leaves that part out – keeping the title of the world’s most antisocial DJ in the shadows for the mean time.
When he leans in she mirrors him as a force of habit, blinking in a confused manner at his first statement. Alex is decently shocked when he drops the bomb, a fit of laughter following after. It takes her a few seconds to compose herself again and she shakes her head gently. “I mean, I make a pretty decent guy yeah?” She jokes, nudging him gently on the elbow suggestively. “It’s cool though, I get it a lot. Mostly it’s not this funny when people find out. Gets a little messy.” Alex makes a face for a second as she recalls a few unpleasant instances but she’s quickly torn from her train of thought when he utters a followup statement. “You got yourself a deal, bud.” She flashes him a cheeky smile; silently relieved that the situation didn’t go as awkward as it potentially could have.
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vcyeongsik:
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jaesunvc:
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“what, you want to live in an indie movie? because that’s all they do in those films, yeah?” jaesun bites down on his spoon, before pulling it away and jabbing it into the corner of the shaved ice bowl. “although, isn’t the idea of stopping at gas stations in the middle of the night a little scary? that’s some horror movie shit, right there. or, like, the apocalypse is coming, and then suddenly there’s no fuel. what would you do then? you’re absolutely fucked at that point. the only thing i find great about this idea is eating diner food in the afternoon.” and maybe, yeah, he’s seen one too many bad movies up until this point. really, who knows? listening to the other’s follow-up words intrigues him though, and jaesun temporarily puts his own dessert out of his mind when he folds his arms on the table, leaning forward against the edge. “you did? what kind of place was that? i can’t imagine being able to differentiate between what’s good for you, and what’s not, though. knowing me, i’d kill myself by eating something not meant to be consumed, in all honesty. i don’t trust myself in the wild.”
Hearing about his experiences causes a small but knowing smile to form on her face, some flashes of then in her younger years as a rebellious teen with a matching sour attitude. Funny considering she wasn’t that old in hellhound years. In fact, she’s even in the budding early stages of adulthood still. In human years though? Old as shit. “Don’t we all?” Her grin falters slightly, realizing that they must have some sort of mutual crave for violence going on but in her case it was very severe. It’s better to be vague than to admit to actually liking her job as an assassin. “That’s kind of my problem too. Don’t know how to stop and all. I don’t think I want to either.” Her gaze falls on her bowl but she’s not entirely focused on the fine flakes of ice, absentmindedly turning the rest of her food into mush with her spoon. It’s dumb though since she’s the type to chew ice so she stops midway to take a spoonful, some false hopes of the sound of crunching ice in her head would clear out her head of any more overthinking. Thankfully she’s shortly brought back to reality again by the sound of his voice and for a moment she’s convinced that maybe - just maybe it’s good for her to be socializing. Keeps the mind focused on more important things like sharing bad life decisions and romanticizing the idea of getting absolutely lost in some deserted-ass town. But somehow he’s good at humouring her oddly specific set of impulsive desires.
“Sure, I guess. Minus the whole oh this is so romantic driving off into the sunset and never looking back ordeal. I mean running off with someone you’ve only met for a day just because of some punk ass bitch decided love at first sight is a thing? Fuck that.” It’s unconscious the way she rants off about forced romance present in most films and it’s only when the last words slip off her tongue that she realizes how silly it sounds to be feeling so negatively about it. If she had such a short lifespan she’d probably be more understanding. “Guess I’d die.” It’s as simple as that, but maybe she’s accepting her fate prematurely or the fact that she’s come to a point that death is no longer this scary permanent thing to her anymore. Alex can’t help the small chuckle that escapes her regardless as she took another spoonful of the cold berry goodness, giving a small shrug as some half-assed indication that she was (sort of?) kidding. “Breakfast for lunch is pretty damn good.” And it’s spoken with experience too considering she’d done a lot of travelling in her life. Amused at his newfound interest she munches off the remaining ice, contemplating if she should answer seriously or not. “In the forest,” she starts off simply but somehow she breaks into a smile. “Raised by the wolves.” It’s not too far off but if she were facing someone ordinary it would’ve sounded like crazy talk. “Five-year-old me was this adventurous little shit with an insatiable hunger. I learned to listen well after I came running home with my entire face swollen.” In all honesty it’s funnier than it should be; she’d even died for a couple of minutes that day, but recalling the memory has her laughing and shaking her head.
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mercuryvc:
“Forest ghosts,” Hanjae echoed, a chuckle rumbling somewhere deep in his chest. Maybe that was because she had the urge to add the word ‘forest’, implying that forest ghosts were somehow completely different entities than any other ghost, or maybe that was because she’d also implied that werewolves weren’t real. And that was laughable on its own, really— Hanjae himself had always believed in werewolves. Although, maybe, that was because he’d been young when he was turned, too young for that belief to fade before he was hit head on with the truth of it all. “What, you’re scared of ghosts? They can’t actually do anything, just whisper in your ear a little to freak you out.” And in no way was he about to deny that ghosts were real. He’d seen too much shit at this point to deny the existence of anything, really.
A small smile fell over his lips as she physically made room for him, and he settled into the newly cleared space, bringing his cigarette to his lips once again. This was nice, comfortable, though really how badly could two people who had somehow ended up in the same obscure place for the same obscure reason possibly get along? Hanjae pulled his knees to his chest, only to rest his head upon them, facing his new companion. He let out a vague hum of agreement, allowing his cigarette to simply hang between his teeth for a moment. “You can sit back and not give a fuck anywhere,” he suggested, though he had to agree that the white noise of the forest, paired with no possibility of anyone around to bother you definitely helped. A lot. “I mean, you might get shit for it. But hey, if you don’t give a fuck, then what effect does judgement have on you, right?”
“My ears happen to be very sensitive, buddy.” She says in a defensive manner but the soft peal of laughter that follows after makes it so that he’d know she’s kidding. Somewhat. “You serious?” She raises a brow after a while though, a questioning look on her face. “You don’t meet many ghosts, do you?” If only they really did just whisper in your ear. Unfortunately for her kind, on both sides, she’d done a great deal with communicating with spirits and disembodied voices. Usually they’re not so happy - hence the whole ghost and unfinished business bullshit. But she’s not about to have a full-blown conversation about spirits just yet. Surely that was some close friend-level type of talk, or one she’d have arguments about with the so-called human “spirit-hunters.“ Some A-list level shit.
Her gaze pulls away from him momentarily to stare at nothing in front of her, zoning out if you will. “That’s true but others can find it really fucking offensive if you don’t pay attention to them.” A couple of memories pop into her head and she wears a vague smile for a moment - something akin to amused but also annoyed. “Yet here we are, all the way out here because it’s tiring to have to explain over and over that we do,” Alex toys with the stick between her fingers before she turns back to him. “Very much in fact, not give a fuck.” She continues with a short chuckle, the back of her head meeting the rough bark behind her as she draws her gaze upwards, towards the general nothingness up there aside from the pretty view of the treeline obscuring the sky. “Plus, the view’s pretty nice. People-watching gets boring pretty quickly.” She added after a moment’s silence, tilting her head ever-so-slightly to peek at him with a cheeky smile.
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Her slightly preoccupied state gets disturbed by an unfamiliar voice and she turns to look, gives a slight nudge at the side of her lips to form a smirk at the stranger. “Vodka, but it’s started to taste like water.” Not entirely true but the warmth in her throat tingles a little. It’s almost funny, really. Or maybe that’s the vodka that’s making it funny. “Knock yourself out. Let me just warn you that my tolerance is pretty up there.” Alex doesn’t forget to give him a warning look and a short chuckle. Despite her bold announcement of her alcohol tolerance though she’s at a point where there are no longer risks of sensory overload at all, just some of possibly making terrible decisions. Which is... to be expected actually. It would be unlike her to be even remotely playing it safe all the time.
Thankfully the vodka does miracles to her anxiety and paranoia too so she doesn’t feel too panicked even as the scent of a vampire lingered in close proximity. A filthy rich one, in fact. It’s easy to tell with the smell of pressed clothes and signature cologne. But the smells and sights are as far as they go, and while on a normal scene she’d be disinterested in approaching strangers this time she‘s a bit more curious. There aren’t normally many of his type in the clubs she frequents in - though - what good is stereotyping anyways? Props to him, in fact. She would spend her time and money getting all fucked up here too. Those high-class clubs aren’t any good after all since most people up there don’t know how to have fun. It’s kind of sad, really. Alex fumbles with the empty shot glass in her hand, placing it open side down before she turns back to him.
“This is going to sound cliche as fuck but bear with me—Do you come around here often?” If she were any less drunk she’d be cringing at this point. Though it’s still pretty funny that she can’t help the small laughter escaping her. “God, that’s awful. Anyways, I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”
When you live in Seoul, you give a billion percent. I have a burning fire that pushes me constantly. No matter how much I might want to stop. That’s just the kind of person I’ve become.
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“nah, man. bar fights? i already got myself hooked up with someone else for that. we’d definitely be doing the road tripping thing though, if you’re down. i’m a pretty good driver.” it’s easy to joke around, easy to take life less seriously when there’s no need to pretend. no need to maintain an image, or keep up a wall. after all, alex doesn’t know who jaesun truly is, and she’d know even less as long as he learns to keep his mouth shut. the desserts arrive a short moment after, marking the end of his attempts at making a, somewhat smooth, integration into casual conversation. crushed oreos and chocolate syrup, and this entire bowl might be the only thing to send him directly up to heaven, if he had any say in it. “so, why the berries?” jaesun starts, spoon sticking out the side of his mouth, tongue sweeping over the plastic — because, honestly? fuck silver — and lapping up any excessive chocolate syrup still wrapped around it. “i mean, i’m a huge chocolate fan, anyway. there’s something comforting about chocolate, you know? maybe that’s just a cliche, a trope, or whatever. i just gather you might have a reason for preferring blueberries in turn.”
The words she uttered lingered in the air for some time. They were undoubtedly heavy, but the only way she could learn to accept it is by sputtering it out to okay-ish ex strangers that would probably forget it after a few weeks. That or, have the thought of this very conversation pop up every time her face comes to view. Whichever works. Alex doesn’t respond to him though—glossing over the fact that she had indeed, paid attention to every little detail and come up with various theories about him already. Those thoughts can’t be made into conversation starters unfortunately. But hey, who knows? Maybe they’d get close enough that she’d drop the bomb on him someday. Something like hey remember when we spoke and I was sort of worried you were leading me into a setup so I was kind of underwhelmed when we were actually just getting desserts and not fighting off your figurative henchmen I came up with based on my wild thoughts of foreshadowing? Remember that? Yeah me neither. Good talk.
“What, like a bar fight dealer?” She snorts, probably because of her poor wording. But like always it doesn’t take long for her mind to wander to other places just by a few words in. “Man, that’d be nice. Going off to god-knows-where, stopping at gasoline stations in the dead of the night, eating diner food in the afternoon.” She says with a heavy sigh; realizing that she missed travelling and just being… nameless, existing only for a few days in complete strangers’ thoughts who she’d happen to come across through her many family excursions. She didn’t have long to worry about the Veil though, or the piles of work to come home to after the planned roadtrip in her head as she steadies her gaze on the bowl before her. Alex automatically takes a spoon in hand, lightly tapping through her food until it becomes some sort of crunchy slush of berries and ice. Good shit. “I mean it’s not just blueberries,” She takes a spoonful and the cold almost stings, but she likes chewing on ice (and berries) like the demon she is. “Berries and fruit, mostly. Grew up in a place where I could pick them off and eat them.” Poisonous ones too but she didn’t feel like sharing the memory where she’d almost died at an early point of her life. It couldn’t even close to counting as a righteous death either.
an honest mistake
⇴ @vcdapperjung
There weren’t many things Alex felt passionate about. In fact, there were only two she could think of right off the top of her head. Staring out into the crowd below, intoxicated out of their minds and having the time of their lives. Fucking superb. But she doesn’t have a lot of time left on the stage – there are other DJs up next and when the final beat drops, things start to simmer down. Alex packs the rest of her gear before handing them over, thankful for the person she hired takes their job seriously. She’s a little sad that she’d gone past the good part so quickly, but the night is still young and there’s plenty of drinks to be had so she heads over to the bar shortly after sorting things out backstage. Like many other nights, the place is brimming with people all looking to have a good time. Big crowds are normally a fucking nightmare but this type is welcomed; after all, it only takes a few strong drinks until the unconscious eavesdropping begins to blend out into background noise.
Truly, she never cared for strangers she’d come across in places like these. If she just happens to find someone to take home for the night, then that would be it. They no longer exist in her life after that. She’s had acquaintances here and there though; nothing too close given her distrusting tendencies. Sadly that meant she didn’t have that many friends but that’s what the alcohol’s for, right? Wow that’s fucking sad, one more shot to that. And one more shot it is, pure vodka down the drain like it’s nothing. The alcohol seeps into her slowly - taking its sweet time to intoxicate her until she’s nicer than usual, what without all the unnecessary overthinking and all. The spot next to her goes occupied but she doesn’t spare a glance just yet, propping her chin on her palm as she stared off into the void. It’s only a matter of time until the vodka starts to taste bland.
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mercuryvc:
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“Creepy shit,” he repeated, lifting his cigarette to his lips once more before a thought comes to mind, causing him to laugh straight in the middle of taking a drag. “What, like werewolves?” It was probably an inappropriate comment, considering the fact that he didn’t even know what she was. But she wasn’t human, that was for sure. He could decipher that much from her scent at the very least. She could be a species that was a bit more on the rare side, something he hadn’t come across before. Then again, he wasn’t even very good at differentiating between species that he was familiar with. Her last comment pulled a genuine laugh out of him, head tipped back and everything, as if he were joking around with a close friend. “You mind if I, um…?” Hanjae punctuated the statement by gesturing vaguely toward the empty spot on the grass beside her. Asking for permission to invade her bubble.
“Werewolves?” Maybe recognizing that he is one causes her to laugh, but then she’s reminded that he doesn’t know that she knows. Or does he? Or would he be dropping hints that he isn’t human? Surely he knew in some way to be commenting something like that. Or she could very well be looking into things too much again. “I was thinking of forest ghosts or some shit. You know, stuff that’s actually real.” She snickers even knowing fully well that both exists. Just that spirits and disembodied voices seemed much more eerie compared to werewolves. That might just be a solid opinion though. Growing up in a forest meant she’d be coming across the forest-dwelling types after all. In her mind it feels almost unnatural to be feeling the cold touch of spirits and knowing exactly what it is. Plus, the werewolves she knew were all pretty great.
At the very least she was thrilled she’d come across another one she got along with - so far, that is. Alex shakes her head gently at the question, even goes as far as moving a bit to make space so he could lean against the tree too. Maybe this is the reason why she’d been iffy about socializing; she hadn’t been hanging around in the right (wrong?) crowd all this time. That or she didn’t give that many chances. Could be both. At least something’s going right for once though, since her usual paranoia isn’t fucking with her at the moment. “This is nice.” She takes a long drag, letting it waft out above their heads before she continues. “It gets pretty suffocating back there. It’s nice to just sit back and not give a fuck.”
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On a skateboard things have the tendency to get a little crazy. Her heightened senses make it so that she’s aware of virtually anything around her given that she’s in relatively good condition. A hangover only means she’d be getting hit with twice the amount of headaches because of her amplified surroundings. It’s easier to handle on a board though with everything zooming past her before her brain gets the chance to process it. This means that she’s also painfully unaware of her surroundings—a glorified hungover drunkard on wheels, if you may. But unlike any ordinary drunkard instead of screaming after being hit by a car she makes no sound aside from the loud thud of her body hitting the concrete below. No sounds as she lay still on the sidewalk with the wind sufficiently knocked out of her, the headache increasing by the second. Something’s hurting. Her limbs are still working at least but she feels extremely dizzy when she lifts her head and oh… that’s blood. That’s a lot of blood. Somehow this is funny, seeing the sheer amount of it falling from her forehead and down her hands.
“Well, holy shit good morning to me.” It’s even funnier after she said it. Her sight is getting blurry and that’s probably because she’d been hit by a car and is now presently bleeding out on the floor. At least she wasn’t drunk driving, right? Alex processes it a little late, the stranger now apparently panicked as fuck and she gets a little taken back. It’s clearly someone she doesn’t know and if it weren’t for the open wound on her head she’d probably be a little more self-conscious because she definitely wasn’t expecting on seeing someone so attractive. But she gets flustered for only a few seconds, blatantly staring as if she was wondering why she’d be approached in the first place until she feels warmth trickling down her neck. Right, back to bleeding profusely. Whatever the stranger says it comes off weird—muffled almost, but that’s because her brain’s been jangled up on the inside from hitting the pavement so hard. “I can’t understand you, that’s some fucked up shit. Are my bones sticking out anywhere?” Alex sits up, somehow still finding everything hilarious as she looked for any other serious injuries.
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“so, you do this often?” he waggles his eyebrows playfully, deciding that now, yes, right now, seems a likely time to break any icy tension still sitting between them. she’s not bad, after all. she seems like an interesting person, interesting enough to pluck up his company anyway. but jaesun can’t help but feel the curiosity coursing through him — who is she, really? more importantly, did she have a certain affiliation? after all, times are precarious for those who surf the gang life, and it’s difficult to navigate friendships outside of one’s own group. jaesun hopes he’s not going to leave here too surprised, or with a knife sticking out of his back. he doesn’t know if he should be thankful, either, that alex seems to have been pretty mellow up until now. “i certainly don’t. i can’t remember the last time i gave a stranger some of my food, or took them out for dessert. this is definitely a very sobering experience.”
The sudden question has her snorting almost, eyes narrowing at her companion in some silent way of judging. Is there a socially acceptable way of saying I’m just a rich antisocial ex-hobo turned assassin? Not that she cares about being socially acceptable most of the time but she figures she’s probably going to fuck up the statement one way or another like she did her order just moments ago. “Oh everyday. It’s a hobby, really. Pick a random stranger to talk to until I befriend them. Act like a good samaritan so no one suspects me of anything.” She’s probably rushing too quick on the sarcasm-is-my-lifestyle trope but hey, it was half true. Sort of. In an ideal world she could probably use that tactic too but god knows she’s horrible at sugarcoating things, or acting like she cares—or well, socializing in general. Not everybody appreciates brutal honesty after all. When her smug grin falters a little she fixes her gaze somewhere else, maybe at the empty space at the side of his head.
“I don’t do anything like this at all.” Her expression goes blank. “My parents, when I was with them, took ‘don’t talk to strangers’ a little too intensely. I guess I kind of grew up like that too.” Alex shrugs, not entirely knowing why she’s revealing that sort of thing to him but she finds that it’s fairly easy to let things slip out in the presence of good company. Intensely might be an understatement too but who could blame them? “Paranoia’s a bitch.” She says a bit too casually as she rested her chin on her palm, a helpless-sounding chuckle escaping her. “Don’t get all sappy on me now. Next thing you know we’re going on roadtrips and getting into drunken bar fights.” Her laughs come out a little more cheerful this time; she’s mostly kidding, but the idea of it sounds oddly pleasant. It’s easy to overthink things - fear that everybody’s after her and all that good stuff. Something like this though, genuinely enjoying spending time with someone. It doesn’t come very often.
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