The concert starts with YH in a pinstripe suit singing his solo. Then CM comes on dressed as a butler and sings his solo. CMs hair is pinned up with gold pins!
YHs Japanese accent is cute. He is less fluent than CM, it seems like CMs Japanese has improved.
YH briefly seemed to reference the issue from last year
“ I was disappointed that I couldn't hold the additional performance of XV and the event of the anniversary, so it seems like a dream to finally welcome this tour. Even if I planned it, it wouldn't happen because of the social situation I was in at the time, but I was disappointed and felt that I had let BigEast down. We both talked about things like that many times. (Referring to CM) Thankfully CM was there to show gratefulness for the both of us, and also support me (he means like emotional support) when the social situation was starting to get out of control.
They asked what was their favorite memory from XV tour and it’s very clear CM remembers NOTHING at all 😭
YH says he wants to golf with BigEast, CM says he wants to drink with them.
CM said YH bought a red person shaped punching bag for the Japanese Apartment and they are building a home gym tgt. CM says sometimes he wakes up and YH is not sleeping but CM can hear him punching the punching bag. CM says he always has to drag YH back to bed when it happens and he is annoyed. YH demonstrated how he kicks the bag and was very loud about it. It startled the MC. CM says “he does this every morning…” YH says it’s okay because sometimes he cannot sleep because CM is watching soccer.
CM says they wanted soba so they ordered it to their apartment but it was soggy by the time it came and they did not want to eat it anymore.
YH is very enthusiastically saying how a huge moth got into their room. He was relieved when he killed it. the MC asked why there are bugs in their house and YH says it is because he sits on the balcony with the door fully open. CM says he often wakes up at night and the house is freezing like Siberia because YH is randomly sitting on the balcony or has all the windows open. When this happens he also has to nag YH to go to bed. CM says his life is indeed hard.
BINGO Q1: in the winter 2022 fanclub magazine we asked you for TMI info about the other that only you would know, what did you say?
YH: maybe about golf…?
CM: i do not remember this at ALL. I have NO memory of it. Can I have a hint???
BINGO game: changmin alone will hear one of their songs; he has to play charades without talking to make YH guess the song
the song is "this is my love" so CM is drawing hearts in the air and YH says “yes CM i love you too" CM sighed and looked frustrated but gave a heart to YH anyways.
They did a segment where they made toasts. CMs was very nice and pretty and YH completely messed his up but insisted there was a story behind it and that it was made with PASSION and it represented TB-Chan. He then laughed embarrassed at his own joke.
They then moved to the concert segment!
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Jason breathed in a dead vampire ending. Mainly Jason, but mentions of the other mains (everyone lives ending). Implied Jalim. Contains angst and swearing (thanks Jason).
The burden of existence was a heavy weight to bear. It must have been that way to most humans. One day he stopped, the boy who was no longer a boy. The boy who had become a man but never felt like he could live up to it. The man without money, without family and without a job. He had poisoned his mind and his soul, living in a cloud of fog was the only way to exist, the only way to bear the suffering of existence.
Jason had never left America before joining the marines. America was home but home didn’t always equate to safety. Jason of all people knew that for sure. The marines on the other hand? A good job, good pay, a reputation even. It seemed as good an escape as any. Running away from his life of misery, his life as nothing but a stoner. Hell, he had made it to the rank of Lieutenant. Him, the stoner, the lowlife with no future. Jason thought he should be proud of himself. Somehow it never registered though. There was no pride. He didn’t know it then but he had just been a boy after all.
Until he met Salim. Jason had never been as sure of himself as he was when with Salim, down in the Pitts of hell. Jason knew then that he was no longer a boy. No, he was a man. Something he had always wanted and yet no longer mattered. Jason had thought the boy had died long ago… Maybe being a man meant understanding that a part of that boy would always be with him. In him.
Salim had seemed so much like a man. Unafraid to show his love for his son and his devotion to fight for him. Salim had a reason to fight. What had Jason been fighting for, he wondered. He knew with certainty that hadn’t been for America, even though he had worked hard to make that impression to everyone else. It hadn’t been for respect or control either. Really there was no good reason. Perhaps it was just the mere challenge and thrill of it after all.
The marines gave him another gift though. They afforded him the chance to hate something other than himself. Jason finally had the opportunity to take all his anger and frustrations and direct it at something that he could shot and kill. He could even be angry in a way that could be masked as righteous and patriotic fury.
Jason gritted his teeth, whole body aching. He was tired. Tired of being confused and angry. Another cough forced its way up his throat, doubling over painfully as he tried to clear his lungs. “Fucking vampires,” he mumbled, spitting on the ground. Jason wasn’t afraid to confront his own mortality. He had looked death in the eye many a times, often seeing his own grim reaper staring back at him. He saw the reaper in Joey’s eyes, inching closer still as he killed Clarice. Now death held him by the throat, literally chocking him as he wheezed and coughed in agony.
The man in the hazmat suit before him attempted to redirect the conversation but was cut off by Jason’s angry snarl.
“They’re dead! I told you they fucking turned and died.”
The interviewer nodded, body language unreadable. “You mentioned Joey, Clarice and Rachel turned… You killed them?”
Jason rolled his eyes as he groaned, eyes refocusing on the person opposite him. “I staked Joey… it wasn’t Joey anymore though. I wanted to put a fucken bullet through Clarice but the others didn’t let me. I only got to kill her… it, once it was already dead.” Hell, Jason wished he could have been spared that image, his brows furrowed as he recalled the events. “Eric let Rachel run off before I could shoot her… Colonel King paid for that mistake with his own fucking blood.” Jason paused to catch his hitched breath, struggling to keep his strength and composure after all the coughing. He could hardly keep his body from slumping forward, chest rising and falling in heavy, shallow breaths.
The interviewer sat back further in his chair, almost smugly. “We got the results of your blood test and biopsy.” An intentional pause followed.
“What did you say the first symptoms of turning were?” There was a dedicated interest but cruelty to his words. Jason could only hide his gaze under his cap, lips pursed into a fine line.
Coughing… feverish sweating… fucking agony.
The inevitable was upon him and he could no longer deny it but he sure as hell wasn’t liking the attitude of this worker. Stupid questions deserved stupid answers.
“Wouldn’t ya like to know?”
There had been a broken snort caught in his retort, followed by more incessant coughing. Two days ago he had felt invincible… now he felt more like an old man, knocking on the doors of death. Worse still, it might not be eternal sleep that greeted him. Jason had seen what happened to Joey, and Clarice. He had killed them himself. Jason tried to remind himself that they had no longer been their real self. It was just their bodies being controlled by the vampiric infection, mocking them and abusing them even in death. Jason had brought a mercy upon them. He had freed their bodies from the evil within. But it seemed no one would return the favour.
The interviewer gave a nonchalant shrug. “I guess you wouldn’t care to know that Eric and Rachel survived.”
Jason’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “Huh, ain’t possible. I saw her turnin right in front of me. She attacked Eric and dragged em off.”
The worker shrugged once more, now serving as more of an annoyance. “Eric managed to remove the parasite from Rachel. Turns out there’s other methods beside’s pumping metal into people who are turning.”
Jason’s mind was ticking away, doing mental gymnastics. A flood of relief washed over him, voice rising expectantly. “Eric found a cure? But I saw him, he’d been bitten.”
“Eric’s biopsy and blood test came back clear. The parasite cannot be passed on through a bite alone. Rachel also hadn’t fully turned yet at that point.”
The parasite. Hell, Jason had no goddamn idea what parasite they were talking about.
“I don’t know shit about parasites, just get Eric in here and remove the fucken vampire dust from me.” Jason sat back more comfortably in his chair, ignoring the restraints on his breathing.
“Jason. You don’t have a parasite,” it was a bland abrupt statement, as if Jason was supposed to understand the weight it bore.
“There’s nothing to remove from you, “the interviewer continued, “You will die. But until then, you will continue serving your country and offer us your body.”
The Lieutenant was stunned silent for a moment, biting down softly on his own lip. He lowered his head to cover his eyes with his cap. Why?
“Fuck man. Real nice of ya to give someone hope and then crush it straight away.”
Of course there had been no parasite.
The fossil hadn’t looked like the other vampires. Reflecting upon it now he could have almost believed that it wasn’t infected. Maybe the alien had been killed by another vampire, maybe it was a vampire itself and the parasite escaped. No matter now, trace amounts of vampire DNA must have still lingered in the dust.
He had been such a fucking idiot. Jason almost rolled his eyes at himself. All of the stupidity just to show of in front of Salim. He had only touched the damn thing to impress the other soldier. Jason should have realised that Salim was beyond the need of stupid acts to impress upon. It brought him back to his teen years, flipping on his skateboard in front of girls and friends, all to show off. Jason had never cared how often he scraped himself open or how often he fell. Back then he had been able to laugh at himself and move on.
The researcher had allowed him a pause before pushing on. “After Rachel and Eric ran off, you were left with Nick and the Iraqi, correct?”
“What about Nick? He’s still alive, go ask him yourself. We killed that ancient motherfucker together. All three of us.” At least Nick wasn’t dying… or infected. A small blessings from a nonexistent god. If only Salim hadn’t been taken prisoner of war, Jason could rest easier.
The interview was dragging now. The hours had ticked by and with them disappeared Jason’s strength and ability to control his temper.
“Fuck you. I’ve said what I needed to say. Kill me if you fucking like. I’m good as dead anyway.” Jason lowered his head, but his eyes remained sharp, gaze buried on the masked man before him. “Do what you gotta but leave Salim out of this. Let him go home.” Jason breathed heavily, laboured. He was desperate. Jason didn’t make promises often but he had promised Salim something. He would honour that promise down to his dying breath. Yet every breath was carrying him further down to that last breath. Without the parasite, would his soulless corpse still turn? The last thing Jason wanted was to be like Joey and the others. He didn’t want to be remembered that way, his body tainted by the demon inside. Truly there were a shit ton of things Jason couldn’t give a fuck about, but his corpse reanimating as a vampire? Yeah, that was something worthy giving a shit about.
“Tell me exactly what you are feeling, Lieutenant Kolchek.”
Jason’s sigh only deepened before erupting into another painful coughing fit. He could feel the beads of sweat run down his forehead and the tenderness of his aching throat. Exhausted he spoke, voice broken into shards of regret and bitterness. “It hurts. Dying’s a bitch but there are worse fates than death.”
The interviewer watched him silently, beckoning for him to continue. Jason sucked in another shallow breath, voice become coarse as he continued with his head lowered.
“It’s hot. Like ya’ll stuck me in the frying pan,” Jason panted as he removed his cap to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “Tired too, tired of all this bullshit and the stupid questions.” He paused to catch his breath, even talking was becoming too much. “Every fucken muscle hurts and it’s way too bright in this dammed hellhole. Happy now?” That seemed to satisfy the interviewer, for now, getting up to leave the tent cell.
Jason didn’t get to savour the quiet for long before the interviewer returned with friends and gadgets. His previous hot sweat suddenly turned cold, very cold, as the bags were unpacked before him.
“Well ain’t that just great?” Jason snorted, looking over the tools and devices used for experimentation and torture. As he continued speaking his lips curled into a defiant smile. “Ya didn’t tell me it was that kinda party. Well, what ye waiting for? This gonna to be one killer night.”
[Maybe I’ll polish this up and post it on AO3, I think it would be fun to write Jason becoming a conscious vampire after stupidly eating dust xD]
The elevator took them even deeper into the caves. Salim cautiously approached what looked like a cocoon of some sort. Jason followed behind him but instantly recoiled, letting out a low hiss.
“The fuck is that smell?”
“It smells a bit like formaldehyde,” Salim judged after taking a cautious sniff. “We should stay clear of it.”
“I hear that. Shit’s fuckin’ nasty.” Jason rubbed at his nose, his lip curling in distaste. Salim would agree it wasn’t a pleasant odor, but Jason’s reaction made it seem like the scent was much stronger to him. Salim glanced at the American and thought he saw that yellow glow in the younger man’s eyes again.
“Jason?” The man turned but his eyes were the same brown as always. Maybe it was the reflection from the green glowing stuff near the cocoons that made his eyes seem yellow? “We should keep moving,” Salim suggested.
The more they walked the more Jason was opening up to him. Salim liked seeing him this way and wondered just how many Jason allowed in like this.
“Whatever happens out there, I got your back,” Jason assured him. His hand rested on Salim’s shoulder. Salim found himself leaning into the touch. The attraction he felt for this man had gotten much stronger now that they shared so much with each other.
“We’ll stand together,” Salim agreed. “It’s the only way.” Jason gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before dropping his hand. Salim was a little sad to feel it leave.
They walked for a bit longer and came upon one of the vampires. It looked different from the others they encountered so far. No fangs, Salim observed, and it looked older. Ancient, even.
“Is it still alive?” Salim worried. Maybe he should stake it to be sure?
“No.” Jason pulled him away from the creature. “Best stay clear.” There it was again: that yellow tint in his eyes. Salim was sure he wasn’t imagining it this time.
“Jason!” He grabbed the marine’s face and forced Jason to look at him. The younger man looked a little startled, the yellow giving his eyes an amber glow. It was mesmerizing to look at. “Jason, I keep seeing… your eyes…” Jason didn’t respond; he closed his hands around Salim’s wrists but didn’t push him away. Instead he closed his eyes and let out a noise that sounded very much like a purr. “Jason?”
“Mm?” Jason opened his eyes almost lazily. His eyes were still amber, warm and beautiful. Salim found himself drawing into it. Jason brushed his cheek against Salim’s and let out a louder purr. Salim swallowed hard; he forgot what he was trying to say.
“Are you all right?” he asked gently.
“Yeah.” Jason’s answer was another purr in his ear, making Salim shudder. Jason pulled back, eyes fluttering. They were back to being brown. “Uh, must’ve fallen asleep on my feet. Spaced out.”
“Of course,” Salim agreed. They moved on, neither of them talking about what just happened. Salim definitely dwelt on it, though. Jason had nuzzled him, had purred. It made Salim giddy and nervous and hopeful that maybe once they got out of here, Jason might want to kiss him.
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