It might have been a reflex as being around someone from such early childhood as Hyojin was from— but she truly made him feel conflicted, if not confused. At the same time as the way his persona had automatically (and forcibly) adjusted to being someone who had to live on other humans. Though to some extent, it was his own choice to choose to kill people over trying to find other options. In reality, there were many, he just tended to overlook them and go for the method that was the most comfortable to him; though absolutely not to everyone, far from it. He was most likely one of the few vampire who chose to do it this way, but nothing seemed to change his mind. At least he didn’t allow himself to think in any other direction. Rather this than fearing well— the world and people. This way he was still quite close to Min Yoongi, but without having to deal with emotions. Raw, harsh, just like before, even if with added intensity. The kitchen visit might have been short, just as it always was. He had no reason to be in here, more than if his gang members lingered there, which they tended to do. Brining their own food, talking too loud and leaving piles of garbage everywhere. The consequences he had to take for killing so many members during his first week of vampirism.
Hyojin of course knew nothing of this, his reasons or what he really though of it all. Charades were a part of it in the end, leaving him with an even more solid surfaced than as a mortal. Not that much of a change, was it? Not with the female before him, she brought out what he wanted to keep hidden again. Yet another one of the many reason why he hadn’t wanted to bring her into this. But, who was he trying to fool, she always had a way of butting into everything, whether he wanted to or not. He didn’t really feel like being bossed around pretty much ever, neither was Hyojin an exception— though now she seemed to be. After all, he hadn’t seen her in such a long time, surely missing her presence every once in a while. And on top of that surprising her with a bite, not exactly a mild one either, but this time he had been quite peckish. So, for now he did as gestured, even if it wouldn’t last for long and certainly not forever. Maybe just time one time, most likely. God damn guilt, such an unnecessary feeling. This was exactly why it was better not to bother with humanity. Might have been a little narrow minded, but then so be it. Rather that than having to deal with fright of injuring someone. As coming back with yet another glass, this time he slammed it against the table on purpose, some of it spilling out.
Eyes glaring back at her, he shook his head with a sigh. “You’re the one acting like a motherfucking six year old right now, thinking you can just barge in here and be a fucking flower girl. No, Hyo. Forget it. You can’t decide things on your own, thinking everything just goes your way because you want it to. I’m not afraid I’m going to injure you, because I will— you just need to understand that you can’t think of it being like childhood. No, it isn’t just because I changed into this, but because that was a long time ago. Knock it off with your almighty attitude, won’t get you anywhere with me, more on the negative side. No, we’re not on the same page, and I don’t want to be either.” He concluded, anger obviously getting to him eventually. If someone was able to tick him off a lot; it was her. Upon the pat to his cheek, a deep growl left him, yanking onto her hair. “Don’t fucking touch me when you’ve done enough to fucking stir everything up. You should’ve just stayed on your own lane. You’re the one who’s taking this too lightly. I’m not saying you should stand up and ram yourself into a wall screaming, but at least use your head for once. Can’t just accept everything as it is without paying a single thought to it.” Swiping his head out of her way at the hand coming towards him, he stayed standing, pointing to the glass.
"You think you know everything, right? The Suga thing has been around for years, since I was eleven, I just didn’t bring you into the gang shit, it was completely unnecessary. My occupation and my private life don’t need to get mixed up— not now, not back then either. I don’t want to hear another word of your bullshit, neither am I planning on explaining. Especially not when you act like I’m about to kill myself off and become a robot, that’s not what I’m saying, but if you didn’t know I’m also in the criminal record under the name you’re fond of. Murder, theft, all that. So leave it be." Arguing with her was exhausting, even for someone with renewed strength from feeding. He gave up on the idea of trying to explain anything more, instead sitting down on the couch without looking at her. Could feel it calm down, little by little. Deep breath, though he didn’t really need it (instead his temper did). "Fuck off." Was all he had to sad, or rather had energy to say. "I’m not questioning your choices, so get off my back for a millisecond, will you? I’m not drinking some shit, and you’re not convincing me. Drinking the same blood over and over is boring, just as riding the same route on your bike day in and day out. Moral compasses aren’t my thing, don’t care enough." Upon her last words, he simple looked back at her, furrowing his eyebrows. "No. You’re not offering yourself as a blood donor, I don’t need it. You just came here, and you’re already prepared to do that? That’s ridiculous, at least analyze it for three seconds before opening your mouth."
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