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Luhan, the prince of purebloods.           ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅ                                 yoυr  ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ﹐                                                        ＆                                                       —— ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ——  天使

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🎶 “Don’t stop, believing…” Jongdae’s words keep fading in and out.  The song is in English and while he has a good grasp of the language due to his upbringing, sometimes he just can’t remember all the lyrics to the song playing through his ear buds. It doesn’t even matter that this is one of his favorite tunes filtering through his system, sometimes he just can’t.

This is the first day in a long time he’s decided to make his way into the city.  He has to start living again. Even the local alley cats realize he’s staying home more often than not because they keep coming to beg for food. A clear indicator that he needs to be more up and at ‘em. Really, a clear indicator. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t even realize that the cross light has gone red. He was too busy trying to think of how to remove all the alley cats that were hanging around his apartment complex.  Alley cats do nothing but howl, have sex, make kittens and eat plants.  Or at least, that’s how Jongdae felt.

The shock to his system comes quickly.  There’s a hand around his wrist and he’s yanked away from - “Was that a semi-truck that just tried to….” He trails off.  How stupid of him.  He’s lost his edge.  He’s lost his keen sense of awareness.  All because he let his dick lead him down a road he’d never gone down before. “What the fuck. Ah man.. thank you for that.  Today is not the day I plan on dying.”

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The stolid faces of pedestrians serve no indifference as they amble down the sidewalk in a leisure pace. Luhan, too, does not seem to dwell upon his surroundings when a pair of ear buds are lodged into either sides of his ears whilst music rebounds against his ear drums and echoes through the depths of his minds. So of course, he wasn't in any position to judge the other male based on the decisions that he had made.

Nonchalance feigns an uninterested expression upon his countenance, monochrome irises began skimming and scanning the male's body to see if there were any bruises or wounds on visible skin, though to his dismay, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him — physically, but mentally and emotionally, who knows what may have been wrong with him. Fingers effortlessly brushing against the other's wrist, he takes a step back when finished examining him, personal space is needed by everyone. "You're welcome." He responds, taking note of how the other seemed to have been lost in the midst of his own thoughts, or perhaps even something much greater. Trauma? Shock, maybe. The vampire ponders of what he should do — take the stranger to the hospital and have him checked out by professionals, or allow him to go off on his own way. Ah, but what is something were to happen once again? "Are you alright?"

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It took a while, she can feel the sudden ache around random areas around her body from how rough the stranger’s grasp was when he had to watch over her. Especially when she tends to talk back, giving the wrong answer when it was honest one to be exact. It wasn’t exactly fair on her part but she’s been through worse, far worse and she’s just thankfully she’s breathing perfectly fine after all.

Gradually, footsteps were approaching her petite frame. Her heart racing but she isn’t scared nor the nervousness wasn’t obvious. Unsure of who it was at first, the loosening feeling of the knots that tied her wrists together around her lower back was an obvious sign itself. Relieved to know that her brother was there besides her, doing okay after the troublesome issues that stood in between them.

"I trust you." She admitted softly underneath her breath, blinking her eyes a few times due to the atmosphere she suddenly sees with her own perspective. Gazing at the familiar face that makes her feel warm, a comfort and protection she never had but wanted. Finally having it and she’s silently thankful for a brother like him. Clutching onto him with a secure grasp, fingers coiled properly around the fabric of his clothing in so she wouldn’t fall or accidentally slip out of his hold.

Naeun’s head tilts down, hoping that she wasn’t tiring the older male out especially with what he had to go through on his own when she could have tried to lend a hand for him. Her breathing grows heavier but it’s barely audible when it slips out through her parted lips when her jaw lazily drops. Glancing over at her brother occasionally, making sure that he was okay and suddenly she felt the obligation to clutch onto him tighter when he dropped down. Her heart skipped at the feeling but it was shrugged off, thankfully she isn’t afraid of heights compared to most people.

The female wanted to go home, soon. So she can properly clean the wounds on her skin or the other male if he had any, which the chances of that happening were quite high. Lips pressed tightly together, concern growing evident in her eyes and she inhales the faint scent roaming around the air. She’s familiar with it but with the way the other acted she knows it’ll be difficult for him. Naeun wanted to say something, anything during this point but there still around the location and anyone else could be nearby them.

Standing on her feet properly, glancing down at her body with dark hues flickering at the purple splotches painted upon her petite wrist. Temptation to touch it with a gentle grasp but she resisted by focusing on escaping out of the situation with her brother. “Okay.” A hushed tone falling through, making sure to keep her steps close to his own as possible. There was a distance between them so they wouldn’t collide but they’re close to where she obeys his simple demand. Cheeks were tainted in a shade of pink, trying not to inhale the scent too much — it’s rather bothersome to her to her own given reason. Clothes, skin beginning to be coated in a light layer of the rain that was slowly pouring down against the both of them.

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Prior to his disappearance a few months back, he had sought to keep himself at a distance from those who hold a significance in his life, for he knew that their lives would be endangered the minute he crosses paths with them. Naeun happened to be one of the few that had fallen into the hands of his uncle, though he was lucky to have had rescued her from the older male's clutches before anything unfortunate were to happen. She has only received minor wounds, so he isn't so concerned of them. She's a strong woman, he knows that she'll be able to overcome as much.

"It was foolish of me to drop my guard earlier. This could have been prevented if I had only stayed home." He sets his pride off to the side, admitting the mistake he had made earlier that day. Of course, he knows that it wasn't something he could be so sure of, but it's simply an assumption that he made in his head. If Luhan were there while the kidnapping had taken place, he would lured his uncle elsewhere so she wouldn't get hurt, though that wasn't how things happened. Peering over his shoulder, onyx orbs fixate upon the female's face, lips curl into a soft smile, it's reassuring. "This time, I really will make sure to protect you from everything and anything. You have my word."

He recalls the time where they were in a similar situation with each other. It dates back to last year when the duo had just met each other. He was in the midst of walking down the street, minding his own business when suddenly someone crashed into them; the impact was so brute that it managed to knock both of them off their feet, and when he opened his eyes, there she was, staring at him with fearful eyes — Naeun. As dangerous as those circumstances were, he's grateful that it had happened, for if they were to never have collided on that very day, then they wouldn't be where they are today.

The vampire couldn't just disregard the scent that lingered in the air. It was getting stronger and stronger as time passes, to the point where the crimson shade of his eyes would darken to a deeper hue. To endure it, his fingers curl into closed fists, clenching tightly as though he were trying to distract himself with pain. It works, though only momentarily. However, to his dismay, the rain served as the perfect distraction once it began to pour down on the due. Luhan, not wanting Naeun to get sick, removed his hat from his head and placed it upon the female's head, before pale lips parted to speak. "Wear that. You're already wounded, I don't want you to catch a cold."

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"Be quiet. They're searching for us." [ idk get creative ]

[X] Revolutionary Sentence Starters. "Be quiet. They're searching for us."

It’s another one of those attacks planned by his uncle, and his first victim of the night happens to be a woman — Korean, well dressed, probably in her early twenties. He came upon her late one evening on a deserted street in Youngsan, a relatively affluent neighborhood in an otherwise mean, impoverished section of South Korea. As he swung onto the avenue behind her, there seemed to be a discreet, un-inflammatory distance between them. Not so. She cast back a worried glance. To her, the youngish immortal — a petite five feet ten inches with doe-like eyes and iridescent skin; both hands shoved into the pockets of his black jacket — seemed menacingly close. After a few more quick glimpses, she picked up her pace and was soon running down the street in earnest. Within seconds, he disappeared in the darkness and killed her in a matter of seconds, all because she had worked alongside his uncle who’s out to destroy him.

The corpses’ bitter crimson tears flow from soulless eyes and mingle with endless sorrows, perhaps apologizing to the sire that he had failed to serve. Vampires were who once human weren’t individualist, but were spiritually bound to the one who had turned them into what they are today. Their existence is similar to those forced into slavery. There was really no way out of it, for it was unavoidable. “Pathetic,” he says when burning the remains of the immortal being. Luhan, often merciless when it comes to this state of his, doesn’t feel sympathetic towards those who die at his hands. As a matter of fact, he gets a kick out of it, it makes him feel alive. Besides, it isn’t a crime to kill a vampire, but a blessing — only when killing those who have fallen into the hands of evil.

            “Xiumin, let’s go. We don’t have any business here.”

He wasn’t entirely sure as to how he got caught up in such a situation. In which he needed to babysit someone and make them one of his responsibilities whilst they travel with each other. Teamwork wasn’t a gist of his, but it’s something that he’ll need to accustom himself too. Onyx orbs flickering towards the mortal’s direction, he presses his palm against his back only to give the male an encouraging push forward. Not only have they finished their business here, but would have to get moving soon. Now that one is down, who knows when and where another would strike — the next, perhaps a group.

Barely making eye contact with the other, though glancing at him every so often, silence is consistent, neither of them were speaking to each other. His back is pressed against against the wall behind them, eyes closing as he exhales through his nostrils. Patience, he reminds himself. Whenever he’s on the run, he doesn’t exactly speak, but prefers to stay quiet — coming up with tactics and plans that he could use when faced with his enemy. Impulsiveness wasn’t a strategy in his book.

"You’re definitely one to talk." He says, finally breaking the silence that connects them. The corners of his lips twitched into a bitter smile, appearing as if Luhan were mocking him. It’s been about fifteen minutes, there doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary, for now, at least. All that they could really do was wait. Wait and see, for he has no intentions of playing a game of hide and seek. 

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Sometimes a single death can save many lives.

It was pitiful to think that they accepted the outcome of their silent lives, only to protect their daughter. In the generation that she belongs to, predators haunt for those who are fearful and weak, targeting those who are in the middle to climb on top of the ladder. She was only ten years old when she watched her mother’s blood drip out of her body, her father’s was lying in front of their door, killed immediately as soon as the bandits went inside the house.

                                                  Fight, Suzy, fight. Because there’s no one that could save you now, other than yourself.

Her life doesn’t stop from killing the people who was about to kidnap her but it progressed into a bitter nightmare that always remind her of the cruel world that she lives in. In her current state, by the money that her parents saved for her future, she managed to get into a state university, living a life of a person that would always hide behind the shadows of the others than to face the reality that she’s alone and soulless. 

University AU | Hover: ✖ ✖ ✖ | Reblog/Follow

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Revolutionary Sentence Starters

"I would rather die than give in to the likes of you."

"We're the ones that are in the right. Someday everybody will see that."

"Without freedom, what are we? Just sheep waiting for the slaughter."

"You've chosen your way, and I... I've chosen mine."

"War kills everything. The land. The people. The very humanity inside of you."

"I'm afraid... afraid of what all of this is doing to you."

"You can't call this living!"

"In the grand scheme of things, what does it matter? We all die."

"Why don't you just stop? Why do you have to do this?"

"Tell ___ that I love them... and I'm sorry."

"We can't give up now. Remember what we're fighting for!"

"Please don't go! We need you here right now!"

"I'm glad that you'll be by my side in the new world we're making."

"They think they can get away with this. We have to prove them wrong."

"They dare to rise up against us. Let's crush them."

"People are dying! And you still think this is justified?"

"The people on top, all they care about is looking out for themselves."

"What's happened to you? You used to fight for the right side. Now I'm not so sure anymore."

"We've been fighting for so long... I'm so tired."

"I don't think anyone remembers why we even started all of this."

"I want you to know I may not come back from this. But I have to do it."

"Everyone thinks it'll all be better once we've won. They don't yet see the scars we'll have to deal with afterward."

"It's dark. Will you hold my hand?"

"Be quiet. They're searching for us."

"Find them. If they resist... make an example out of them."

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"I will love you, all of you, even until forever ends. Isn't that what we promised?"

Now that school was in session, his days had unfortunately become longer, time went by slower and he seemed to have been exhausted by the minute. All that he wanted to do at the end of the day was return home and curl up underneath the sheets, catching up on the well deserved rest that he — and every person on this planet deserves, That’s exactly where Luhan finds himself now, on the mattress whilst being covered by both the blankets and sheets. Stereotypes claim that vampires retreat to a coffin when in slumber, though that was no more than a myth. Of course, he prefers the dark, but that doesn’t mean he’ll confine himself like a caged animal.

It’s only when he hears the voice of his lover chime through his ears — snapping him back into his senses. He tugs the sheets down and peers towards the direction he had heard older male’s voice. Luhan sees his husband standing there right before his eyes, a smile spread across those perfect plump lips of his. Ah, he was truly an angel. “That’s exactly what  we promised. Had you expected me to forget? We promised each other until infinity and beyond, and infinity and beyond shall we last.” He says in response to the latter, reaching his arm forward as his fingers slowly coil around Joonmyeon’s hand, gingerly grasping it before planting a soft kiss upon the back of his hand. You’d only see him act as such towards the older male. Joonmyeon gets to see a side of him that no other has ever seen before. He plans to keep it that way — to infinity and beyond, he thinks. “I love you, my little angel. I love you so, so much.”

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     silence remain slapped over her mouth as she continues to hide her face within her hands - chest rising with every heavy breath she takes to regain the oxygen used on yelling. she hates to raise her voice as it makes her seem almost unbearable to even herself. yelling is scary and she recalls cradling back and forth in her sister’s lap when hearing yelling as a child. to her, yelling meant someone had done something wrong and they deserved punishment. unaware of how her company viewed the situation, she peeked out at him through her fingers and made sure to see if he was upset or not. luckily enough, he seemed rather indifferent about the current events. 

     ”there’s nothing to talk about it was just a little— overreaction”

     and indeed it was. she had literally overreacted to the point where she had been too frustrated to stay calm. “i am so sorry for yelling at you though” apology on apology — they piled up on each other as they came out of her mouth but she refused to stop. in her mind it was unacceptable to express anger by yelling. scooting closer, she leans her head against his shoulder and allows her eyes to flutter shut.

     ”tell me a story.”

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           "Overreaction or not, it doesn't seem like nothing to me. Are you sure you're alright?"

Luhan really wasn't the affectionate type of guy. However, there were times where he had made a few exceptions towards those whom he holds dearest to his heart — and it just so happens to be that she's one of those people. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of the frown that was settled upon her forehead, hidden behind her bangs, it doesn't fail to catch his attention. Despite her denial of having been upset, he thinks that there's really something bothering her. She may refuse to tell him now, but he'll get it out of her sooner or later, though that's only if she's willing to tell him. He doesn't want to force her into something she doesn't feel comfortable with. That certainly wasn't the way to get things you wanted. It's absurd.

"Well, that all depends on what kind of story you want to hear." The vampire says in response when regarding her desired request. "Although, I'd like to advise you in advance that I'm not as creative as you may think, so I do apologize in advance if it isn't something that entertains you." No, it wasn't just some excuse that he had came up with on the spot. He was speaking truthfully, for fabricating stories and whatnot have never been his gist. Not once. Sure, he's learned such fundamentals in his language arts classes when he was growing up, though he's never really applied them to real life scenarios. "What would you like to hear?"

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Hey....*smiles softly* How are you?

Huh. [ ` as though it were right on cue, his head involuntarily turns towards the direction in which the voice had been heard from, and as expected, he were greeted with another individual—a male whom has a petite built. He was smaller than the average male, though he knows that he, too, is rather small himself, so he was in no position to judge whatsoever. Lips resting upon one another effortlessly, he doesn’t necessarily speak, but chooses to observe the other as though he were trying to accustom himself, yet it was anything but. Luhan just observes too closely. ] Oh, I guess I’m alright. How are you? [ ` bewilderment latches onto his tone as he speaks; not used to being greeted out of the blue, he goes along with it nevertheless. ]

[self-seeking]

Wake me up at 3am just to tell me that I’m not close enough. Wake me again at 7am because we need to get ready for the day. Once more at 7:15 because we both know I don’t do mornings. Tell me about the dream you had last night while we have toast and orange juice. I’m tired as hell but I hear and feel every single word that you say. Ask me how I slept because you feel like you’ve been talking for too long. My answer is always the same when you ask, sleeping next to you is heavenly. Apologize for waking me up at 3 while I assure you that it’s okay and that I’m so glad that you did, then rally in your stubborn persistence the notion that it was out of line. Start explaining how wrong it was. You won’t get very far into your rant because I need to kiss you. Not only to stop you from being ridiculous but because I love you so much more than I can express with words. So please, wake me up at 3am so I can pull you closer and kiss you softly. “I love you endlessly” will be my sleepy response each time; as those four words are the only ones that can even come close to explaining my feelings for you.

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Taemin is sure that there are no words to describe how grateful he is towards the stranger’s courteous nature, lips able to curve into the slightest of smiles at the arm that distantly,yet protectively circles around him as he gathers his papers and notebook, the other helping, as well. He’s quite aware that many didn’t even blink an eye at his ordeal, and still seem to be completely oblivious to the two men struggling to gather his things through the crowd of walking pedestrians, who keep walking without a hitch. They eventually manage to pick it all up, though— papers, textbooks, pencil, and all, and he allows the other to help him to his feet.

There’s a long sigh of relief as he takes the notebook and such for the doe-eyes male, and he doesn’t fail to give a brief, yet polite bow in thanks, a smile somehow making it across his features that had once held frustration due to the day’s uncanny events. “You’re quite right. I really should pay more attention, hm?” A breathy chuckle follows his words, and he easily admits to his mistake. It was foolish to do the same exact thing that he had been cursing others for doing, and he gives a click of his tongue as he straightens out the items in hand before nodding.

"I’m fine. Just a bit aggravated, really, but," There’s a wave of his hand to dismiss it, and his smile grows a bit as he finally gets a good look at the other and extends a hand for the other male to shake. "Thank you for helping me. I’m Taemin, by the way, and you are—?" He tilts his head in question, curiosity sparking in the depths of his eyes as he wishes to learn the other’s name, if only so that he can thank him properly.

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Benevolence has never been his middle name, for there were numerous and numerous of times where he would come across someone whom was in need of assistance, but he would simply turn the other cheek and act as though nothing had ever caught his attention. Luhan was just that kind of guy—cold, hostile, and arrogant. There was just no way to avoid it. He simply cannot bypass this side of him, nor can he disregard it. All he could really do is accept the fact and embrace it. However, on an uncanny day as today, there seems to be something in the air, causing the vampire to act differently. He’s showing compassion towards a stranger whom had lost his balance and fallen on the ground, dropping everything that was in his hand. He’s quiet, but his observations will never betray him.

                                                              Student, he thinks. This kid must be a student.

The corners of his lips involuntarily twitch upwards when the male flashes a show of gratitude towards his direction, perhaps thanking him for the helping hand that he had given. “Keep in mind that there aren’t many people out there who would help you. Everyone is different. Most people would take a glimpse and continue on with their own life.” The truth can definitely be a bitch from time to time, but sometimes it was the very thing that made people stronger, taught them a valuable lesson and whatnot. Luhan believes that this is the only way people will grow.

"I don't blame you. I'd probably be aggravated myself if someone had knocked me off my feet." When finished speaking, the palm of his hand grazes across his nape. His movements are nonchalant, holding onto his self composure despite what had just happened. "Luhan," he begins, head coking half a fraction of an inch towards his shoulder. "My name is Luhan."

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Not a single word was muttered or sound by him when Luhan rushes over with desperate cries of his name. He had already crossed into the realm of the dark, sinking further and further into the black abyss without any intentions of swimming up to the surface anytime soon. The place wasn’t as terrifying as it appears, because he didn’t have to face the horrifying nightmares that dwell within the deepest parts of his broken heart. He was simply experiencing another night of dreamless sleep, which brought the upmost of comfort in the saddest of ways. There was no pain or happiness, just an endless sea of nothingness.

His petite body remains limp in the other’s hold upon being lifted up, the entirety of his weight needing support of some kind otherwise he would have fallen to the floor again. Thankfully, he was incredibly lightweight, perhaps a little more than he should have been, but considering his recent lack of appetite and drug overdoses, it was to be predicted. In the midst of the movement, his clothing becomes stretched, revealing the bruises he tries with great difficulty to hide on a daily basis. Little peeks of his stomach, collarbones, and arms present an expanse of pale skin but also sickly, purplish bruises resembling thorny vines.

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He took notice of how the younger ma;es body convulsed before finally relaxing. He didn't turn on his back or anything, but had no other choice  than to lay on the ground, helplessly still. The black well of the sky and star went out and out forever, his body complexity seemed to disappear. Kyungsoo was one of the stars, a bright dot gleaming in the blackness, alone, without a companion. In this case scenario, Luhan's presence would be similar to the moon. The moon who gleams dimly in the night sky and acts as the guardian of the stars, protecting them from everything and anything that may serve as a possible harm or threat.

His mind was elsewhere, clouded with many thoughts. Where on earth has Kyungsoo been? What exactly happened to him beforehand? Does he have a medical condition? All of those thoughts and more were what invaded his mind, However, as bewildered as he was, he knew that it wasn't something he should be dwelling upon when the younger male was in peril. Soon, he thinks. Soon his questions will be answered within due time, so he'll save them for another time. "You'll be safe as long as you're with me. I won't let anything hurt you." He speaks softly when maneuvering the other onto his back. Kyungsoo is as small and fragile as a flower. Something so delicate must be handled with extreme caution, hence why you'll never see Luhan treating him disrespectfully. He just couldn't. "Not when I'm here."

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                                                      { p l e a s e }                                                          love the                                                         parts of me                                                            that i                                                                             can’t.

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jvnghxun:

-a soft groan falls from the elder’s lips as his muscles sink into the very cushion of the comfortable couch, feet propped up on the arm rest at the end of the couch. His head rolls to the side to look at the younger vampire, an eyebrow cocking in slight amusement to see how…rather calm Luhan was to see. After all, it has been a month since he came around, a month since his life started to get easier to deal with. A quiet and hesitant hum sounds in the back of his throat as he anticipates an answer before shrugging.- 'What are you doing here, Jonghyun?' I have to have a reason to visit you now, cousin? Ah, that hurts.

[ ` the corners of his lips involuntarily twitches upwards at the response he receives. He finds it to be rather amusing, something that has actually managed to entertained him. Cockiness, it seems to be a trait that their bloodline carries, for he, too, was quite arrogant himself, sarcasm would usually hang loose on the tip of his tongue and make a special appearance whenever it wants. Propping his elbow onto the top of the cushion, he rests his head upon his palm as he continues to keep an eye on his cousin; the latter has always been strange in his book, he's come to notice that much. ] Did I say that? Come on, you know me better than that. [ ` rolling his eyes towards the ceiling, he runs his fingers through his blonde tresses, pushing them back effortlessly. ] You're ignoring my question. Where have you been?

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"A real gentleman stays faithful, loyal and true." He fakes a cough, arching his back a little to have his chest out and pounds on it with his fist, grinning as he turns to look at the latter. "This is me!"

Whenever he was alone, he could generally be found on the terrace that is connected to his bedroom. It wasn’t because he preferred to isolate himself from the world, but because it served as an escape from his troubles whenever his mind was clouded with many, many thoughts. Just like tonight. He had came face to face with his uncle a few days ago and no, they didn’t end on good terms with each other. He’s nearly lost the love of his life because of what the scoundrel had done—impersonate him and make Joonmyeon believe that he was in love with someone else. The plan itself was devious, which is why his hatred towards the latter has grown immensely.

There’s a small breeze that passes by him, blowing his fringe away from his face as he looks up at the sky. The stars were definitely beautiful tonight, twinkled underneath the moonlight’s gleam. However, his thoughts were tossed to the side when he hears the sliding glass door open. His first instinct is to look over his shoulder and there, he spots his lover who began speaking—Luhan simply rolls his eyes simultaneously as a laugh spills past parted lips. Pushing himself away from the railing, he walks over towards the older male, arms slithering around his waist before pulling him close. Even on the dimmest of nights his husband knows exactly how to light up his world. “Did you have a little too much mint ice cream tonight, love? I think the sugar has gone to your brain,” he begins softly, another laugh follows suit. “I’m kidding. Although I agree, you’ve forgotten to mention one thing. Perfect, you’re also perfect.”

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Luuuuuuu. -whines and plops down onto the couch.-

[ ` his ears instinctively perked up when the male’s tone bates at him. If his assumptions were correct, the voice belonged to none other than his cousin, Jonghyun—someone whom he hasn’t seen in quite some time now. The whereabouts of the older lad concerned him to no known end, though he knows that he’s old enough to take care of himself on his own. Besides, he’s been doing just that ever since he was a child, there wasn’t nothing for him to really be worried about. Regardless, the pads of his fingers brushed against his chin as he fixates his gaze onto the other, lips compressed upon one another. He tries to find the correct words to say, though nothing seems to come to mind. Jonghyun is here, taking refuge on his couch once again; the situation similar to the last time they’ve seen each other. Finally, lips part ever so slightly to speak, but when he does, there isn’t a hint of confusion hanging onto the tip of his tongue. Everything is smooth, clear even. ] What are you doing here, Jonghyun? Where the hell have you been? I haven’t seen you in awhile.

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joonmom’s effective way to tame his kid

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The woman doesn’t have a clear perspective of what was going on. In fact, it’s difficult to tell due to how her vision was covered with a thick layer of cotton that was over her eyes. There’s a soft, husky chuckle that rings into her ears that she heard at least once or twice before. Unsure of whether it’s the same male she overheard an hour ago when he was having a conversation with another person. Still questioning how she wasn’t exactly dead with her body laying on the floor, warmth of her blood spilling along the concrete. Possibilities of that happening still remains and surely it’s something she didn’t want to think about too much either.

Lips were parting slowly in order to speak, her brother’s name gracefully falls directly on the tip of her tongue before she feels the male’s fingers sink into the scalp out of irritation. Withdrawing the young woman back so she wouldn’t say anything to distract anyone else around her. Yet, she’s unable to tell who was close to her to begin with. The conversation was heard, seems like they weren’t too far away from where she was.

This anger was familiar. She’s used to seeing it plenty of times before whether it was herself doing it or another person. Nonetheless, the woman doesn’t speak a word again. Lips curving downwards out of concern to what’s happening to Luhan because she wasn’t there to help him the way he did for her months ago. To where they first met one another. The words that were spat out from his lips crosses her mind and surely she was beginning to feel guilty, not wanting to come forth and in between something she has nothing to do. And in this situation, she’s bind in ropes and anger, revenge and the action of wanting to prove pride to someone higher.

And somehow, she feels herself moving. A palm begins to rest over her mouth, muffling any sounds that might purposely escape. Escape. He’s leading her to another direction where she doesn’t know. Arms were beginning to squirm around out of discomfort, it stings. In fact, she knows there’s bruises and blisters along her skin by then. She does not need to see what was happening in order to figure what was happening. The noises in the background, a couple inches or feet away from where she was; she knows what was bound to happen.

In fact, Luhan’s words were enough for her to figure out that this wasn’t going to lead to a good direction after all. And surely he was right, in his own way. To where lessons were made from pain and pain is what ends up changing people to begin with.

"Luhan." — He can hear her, she’s hoping she did. And the male besides her, fingers were tightening around her arm, lips grazing along her ear informing her to shut her mouth rather threatening. "Please, hurry."

For the moments where was thought she was capable of doing things independently, this was the one time where she can admit defeat without setting the blame upon herself. Her teeth lightly grazes along the surface of her lower lip, it’s impossible to reach out for Luhan by this time. With her hands tied around her lower back and there’s someone tugging her somewhere by the arm. She just wanted this, all of this to stop. To come back home and forget it happened even if these memories will paint her thoughts.

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Abruptly, he was furious. Beyond furious, he was murderously enraged. A faint reddish glow highlighted the dark figures in front of him—Kris and Ying, and all he wanted in that moment was the chance to sink his teeth into them, to rip out their limbs from their bodies and pile them on top one another for a burning. His lips curved back involuntarily, and a low, fierce snarl tore up from his throat from the pit of his stomach. He realized the corners of his mouth were turned up into a smile. It's now or never.

Kris was the fist to strike, attacking him head on, whilst his uncle has taken the liberty to attack him from behind, aiming for those blind spots of his. Luhan was taught not to panic when in battle, it wouldn't have done him any good, so he keeps himself composed through the entire thing. Dodging when necessary, punching and kicking whenever he's caught them off guard—the usual protocol when fighting. It's only when they're down for the count that he goes in for the rescue. His main objective for this mission.

Although it had taken him quite some time to knock both his uncle and Kris off their feet, all that matters is that the two siblings have finally been reunited with each other. Luhan crouches himself down beside her, undoing the tight knits that kept her wrists bound together before shifting positions to remove the thick layer of cotton from concealing her vision. "I'm here now, you'll be safe with me." Is all he actually has time to say; one arm slips around her waist whilst the other underneath her knees. He doesn't have much time to waste, so he holds her without permission—lifting the petite female up bridal style, he rushes towards the second level of the abandoned warehouse.

Staring two stores down, he has sort of gotten over his fear of heights per se, but being able to see all the details with such clarity made the prospect less appealing. The angles of the rocks below were sharper than he would have imagined them. Clenching his teeth as he concentrated, he stepped out of the tall, open window and fell—the angle in which his knees were bent absorbed the impact. The sound of his landing was very low, a muted thug that could have been a book gently laid on a table. However, upon landing, there was something that caught his attention—an alluring aroma.

The ravishing scent ruled completely. He was single-minded as he traced it, aware of the thirst and the smell that promised to quench it. The thirst got worse, so painful now that it confused all his other thoughts and began to remind him of the burn of venom in his veins. There was only one thing that had any chance of penetrating his focus now, an instinct more powerful, more basic than the need to quench the fire—it was the instinct to protect himself from danger. Self preservation. He's suddenly alert to the fact that he was being followed. The pull of the irresistible scent warred with the impulse to turn and defend himself. A bubble of sound built into his chest, his lips pulled back of their own accord to expose his teeth in warning. His feet slowed, the need to protect his back struggling against the desire to quench his thirst. Kris knew exactly how to fuck with the prince, hit him with every vampire's weakness—blood.

Setting Naeun down onto the ground with an am extended out in front of her afterwards, he peered over towards his side, the rising sound ripped its way up to his throat and out. The feral snarl, coming from his own mouth, was so unexpected that it brought him up short. It unsettled him, and it also cleared his head for a second—the thirst-driven haze receded, though the thirst itself continued to burn on. He'll take care of it later, he assures himself. Now was now the time. The wind shifted, blowing the smell of wet earth and rain across his face, further freeing him from the captivating scent's fiery grip, a scent so delicious it could even be human.

           "Naeun, stay behind me."