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Hello, everyone who still remembers me and those who don’!
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@yoxzakura | FEAT. SEHUN
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IT WAS late, late enough for sehun to go a head and close up the floral shop he owned and worked at as the only employee. it was a little rainy out, he could hear the droplets hitting the windows and the glass door as he worked to make sure everything would run smoothly when he reopened the next morning. of course, he moved to flip the open sign off before locking the front door but as he turned to go back to what he was doing, there was a knock.
SPINNING AROUND, he recognized the person ( or at least he thinks he does, maybe he’s just seen them around ). the vampire frowns some, moving back towards the door and opens it back up, cracking it enough for them to at least talk. “sorry, i’m closing up the shop. can i help you with something? are you lost?”
It wasn’t a good time to sniff out a hunter in the area.
Normally, Changseon did not steer clear from them, but rather went head first into a confrontation with the kind of humans he likely hated the most. Normally. There was nothing ordinary about this evening, however. With his vessel feeling unusually weaker than before, and the demon inside it feeling weary from a number of events which had spanned ever since their return to Korea, there was no other option but to find cover until the said, as of yet unknown hunter lost track of the primordial creature it was oh so ambitious to catch.
Another familiar, inhuman scent led the demon into a flower shop which he did not recognise. He did not know the area itself perfectly, but he was confused as to why he could not recall ever seeing the shop before. It wasn’t like he had a particular eye for detail, but still.
Nevertheless, he found himself ignoring the obvious closing time and standing in front until he was noticed by the owner who kept his polite calm. Not human, but the demon was not interested in trying to determine what the other was. Knowing neither of them belonged to the mortal species was enough.
“Not lost,” the demon replied. He turned around, literally looking over his shoulder. “There’s a joint issue to address,” he murmured, still looking, and then turned around, slowly, grimalkin eyes locking gaze with the other man’s. “A hunter. I was hoping to stay inside until they’re gone.”
They told me once,
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They told me once,
don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing.
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Honey I’m home had caused Hoxmarch to drop something in the kitchen. He could have been rummaging through stuff he was told to stay away from, or be careful around. It did not sound like anything had broken, yet the familiar overwhelming wave of energy which swept through the apartment when the hound transformed from his human-like to the canine form was felt by, likely, both the demon and the cheshire. Minjoon ignored it, however, and just took his shoes off and moved straight to the bedroom.
Given Taemin’s whereabouts during the video call, Minjoon doubted the cheshire had switched location. Still ignorant to the date at hand, he marched forward, slender fingers rushing through locks of raven black hair as he gave his scalp a massage, sighing in relief at the familiar sense of homely comfort he was now surrounded with.
“Taemin-ah,” Minjoon cooed from the hallway leading to their bedroom. “Are we playing hide and seek or something? I can smell you in there,” the demon teased as he stretched his neck and arms, letting worn joints crack. “Ready or not, here I come,” he said as he pushed the door open.
Tempting, tempting.
His eyes peeled off the taunting cheshire, laid on their bed, and lingered on the papers scattered across his desk. The latter was a pain in the neck, the former someone he wished to have in his arms right now, than be stuck with what he had been doing for the past hour and a half, almost. Eyes went back to the phone, where Taemin continued to tease, making the demon shift position in his seat. What should he do?
The decision turned out to be less difficult to make than any one of them would have expected. Okay, perhaps maybe less for Minjoon; Taemin had to have known his technique would win Minjoon over. He had to, with using the word ‘boss’ like that. It tickles Pride in just the right spots and he tightened his lips, preventing a smile from breaking out, too much at least.
“Aight,” the demon announced and leaned forward. “Give me an hour. I’ll be home by then. This thing can wait.” In translation: he’ll employ one of the waiters to do it for him and unleash holy Hell if they make a single mistake. Fun times! “Stay where you are, sugar,” the demon winked and with a wave ended the call, letting out a somewhat relieved sigh. He did not bother to glance over the leftover work again, instead getting his keys and coat and hopping downstairs to announce his agenda.
The waiter did not like being left with the papers, but there was little he could do; he couldn’t even voice a grievance for as soon as Minjoon explained everything, he was seen strutting away. A ride home should not really take longer than an hour, he thought, if the traffic was alright. And indeed it was because around the fiftieth minute since the video call, he was heard turning the keys of the door, and then, after realising it was already open, entering the apartment in a sweet mood.
“Honey, I’m home~” he chirped, chuckling drily at himself.
Taemin had the memory of a fruit fly, he swore it. If it weren’t for his phone’s calendar telling him about the holiday, he never would have thrown something together…well, technically two things, since he had to do something for Hoxmarch as well. For his fellow hound, he got him a few chewy toys to destroy, and a bone–did he like to chew on bones? He never really thought about it. Worst case scenario he could use it to bludgeon someone and take something of theirs to chew on, right?
That was a dark thought, Taemin..not good.
Anyway, he had enough time to get a few things together, though it seemed as though the demon was busy at work still…probably a busy busy day, since no one thought to celebrate the holiday before or after the actual day. He’d heard the grumpings of some of the employees who were stuck working that day.
So instead, he figured he could call, now that he had everything set up. Nothing big, but enough to tease–or, well, celebrate? The odd human holiday, just for the sake of doing so.
[ incoming video call ]
“You look stressed,” good hello, Taemin, perfect, “When do you get to escape?”
Minjoon did not know when, but somewhere along the over a year long path he had been treading with Taemin, the first reaction he had when seeing the cheshire’s name (appropriately followed by a heart symbol which was actually Hoxmarch’s doing in his Becoming Tech Savvy but also finding a way how to simultaneously tease his master episodes) flashing on the screen of his smart-phone was a smile. Now, Minjoon could always push the whole ‘the heart symbol was Hox’s doing’ thing but he could have always removed it.
So, why didn’t he?
The smile could be the beginning of answering that question.
As soon as he heard his phone ringing, Minjoon abandoned the small hill of paperwork and took the device, curling a pleased lip at who was trying to reach him. A video call at that, and so he gladly accepted it, not before calculating the best possible angle. One could never go without his own ego pampering himself. As if that was necessary. But that was Pride, in the flesh.
“What’s cooking good looking.” An even better hello. Perfect. The smile never wavered, however; maybe it only got wider when he could actually see and speak to the cheshire, after a whole day of not being together. How odd was it for him to feel this way? Taemin had him wrapped around his little finger. “Seeing as your location is quite tempting, I am considering to escape early,” the demon replied, reclining back. “Why? You’ve got something special for me?” asked the critter who had yet to realise what day was today.
{ mintae human au }
Minjoon considered what the other had told him, and then nodded, with unexpected reluctance. “Fine, then. My classes never start early.” They did always start in the morning, but still not enough for him to consider it inhumanely early. Never a morning person, and definitely a night owl, Minjoon could at least appreciate this feature about his soon-to-be life at the middle-of-nowhere school. He didn’t think this one pro was enough to balance out the cons, however, and he would be heard complaining about the matters for months to come.
Poor Taemin.
“A baby sister, huh? I guess that’s nice.” He couldn’t tell. Minjoon was an only child, hideously pampered all his life and not once having felt true appreciation for the treatment he’d been receiving. Funny how that goes. He pulled out a pillow from behind him and moved it aside, after suddenly finding it annoying. “I’m not too big on chores, so don’t expect me to help you out. I don’t think you should do anything, though, I heard that there may be housekeeping here.”
He wasn’t sure. It sounded surreal. He could have overheard something totally else but he could have sworn to have heard that particular piece of information drift towards him on the school hallways on his second day here. He remembered wondering if this had been a school or a hotel.
Jongin with glasses for Lined Magazine
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Hoxmarch’s ears went from curiously — and apprehensively — high up, to scolded-puppy lowered when Taemin popped the question about that strange TV channel featuring all sorts of bizarre human life documentaries. So what if I watched it? I hear it’s educational. Besides, this sort of humans kind of appear likeable. Before they couldn’t even speak the word mating without getting hushed by their elders. Now I get to see their bare legs!Humans are funny and worth researching.
That was his defence for the newly gained reality show addiction. If only he’d known those were not documentaries…
In the meanwhile, Minjoon snorted, at both Hox and Taemin. “Does that mean we have to give Hoxy back?” he teased, watching the smallest and youngest in the room interact with what had to have been brand new critters for her. For once, Minjoon had only seen the child once, when she had been but a mere newborn, a couple of weeks old.
I am not a baby, declared the hound and hopped back on all his fours, shaking his body as though he had just escaped a pool of water.
“You were a baby once,” Minjoon insisted.
I don’t remember.
“Who doesn’t remember being a baby?”
Every human.
“You’re not human,” Minjoon countered, taking Tae’s hand, somewhat possessively. Now that Chun was getting most of Taemin’s attention, Minjoon could basically hear his eldest sister calling him a baby for being jealous over stupid things. For being jealous at all! “Let’s see if she will eat, I have some uncooked steaks in the fridge.”
“Educational,” he laughed at this, knowing very well that jersey shore was probably brain-rot material–and the cheshire spent hours and hours watching spongebob. Lord knows that was more educational than the MTV reality shows. But, less amusing…when he did watch with Hoxmarch, it was really funny to watch the humans be stupid. Though sometimes it was concerning… “Bare legs? Was that banned?” He looked to Minjoon for this one. Maybe he didn’t know enough about humans. Sure, short-shorts and mini skirts were frowned upon depending on the era and culture, but–was it that odd? Eh.
“No, I wanna keep Hoxy,” the brunette pouted, lightly swaying his weight from one leg to the other quite absently. A comforting motion, both for himself and the child, more than likely. He didn’t know how she’d react to the little hissyfit the two were pulling, though she seemed fine. He was just content to cuddle with the young girl, which probably was odd, considering what kind of creature he was. Smiling at Hoxmarch, he balanced Chun on one of his forearms when his hand was taken, following Minjoon into the kitchen.
“I never was a baby,” he had to comment because, literally, he never had a childhood. He lived through his creator’s childhood, but he was created as an older creature…kind of thing. Did that even make sense? Probably not. Squeezing his lover’s hand, he pulled it away from the demon once they were in the kitchen, moving to set the little girl onto the counter. He didn’t move far from her, obviously, but he probably didn’t need to crowd her as much as he was previously. “Are you hungry?” Did she even speak Korean? He tipped his head at the child, keeping one hand on the counter beside her while he moved to stand to one side, allowing Minjoon to see her and vice versa, apparently oblivious to the jealousy he was causing.
“Hoxmarch here is stuck living in the Dark Ages,” Minjoon chimed in, though he himself was unsure whether he fully understood what the hell-hound meant to say. “You know, when women did not walk around in skimpy clothes. But, Hox, my man, I didn’t ever take you for someone who’d give positive feedback on nudity. Is it just me or are you showing signs of different interest in humans?” the demon teased and this time it was Hoxmarch who had the demon’s point go right over his head.
The hound tilted his head in confusion, blinking once. What do you mean by different interest in humans? I have no interest in them, besides when I have to drag them to Hell. Speaking of which, I haven’t done that in a long time. You don’t render it as fun as before, master? The resonating sound of Enochian had Minjoon shrug indifferently.
“I’m not that interested,” Minjoon told the hound before winding up in the kitchen with just the cheshire and the toddler. He walked up to the fridge and opened it, looking for any acceptable form of raw meat he could serve her. He glanced at Chun, who was now on the counter distracted by the cheshire, and realised that not even his demonic heirs had to fill their stomachs with such grotesque cuisine. Lamias, half-ling or not, were truly something else.
“We’re definitely keeping Hoxy, I can’t find a good hellhound out there these days,” he murmured as he started getting some items out of the refrigerator. “And to think I worried a hound would scare you, but there he is, stealing my attention away.” There Pride went, on a typical ramble, as he closed the fridge and looked at the meat. He should cut it, he knew that, but for a second he was once again distracted by something which had him staring at Chun.
“I am. Hungry!” The first two words in clear Korean, the exclamation in a correctly accentuated Mandarin, the child uttered them all in a bizarre adult air, incongruous with the fact it was all said in a child’s voice and accompanied by a toddler’s hands-clapping gesture and excitement. She opened her mouth and pointed inside, unaware that she had exposed more of her nature. Her lower jaw dislodged for about an inch and her teeth, most not fully grown, showed a set of matured fangs, the only pair with which she had been born with.
“I’m disturbed,” Minjoon stated. “Lily...” Whoops. “Li Hua said she bites. Be careful.”
{ mintae human au }
“You know what? I don’t really care what the headmaster thinks. She’s just letting her frustrations out here, instead of getting what she really needs.” Tough words for a sixteen year old, but eh. If this wasn’t the right time for making dumb sexual references with limited experience of it then what was?
He stretched on the bed letting out a short-lasting whine as joints cracked with the exertion of stretching. “Oh you were a military kid? I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be waking me up early every morning because in that case we’ll have a serious problem. And you don’t need serious problems with me, hyung.” Sarcastic honorifics, it turned out, worked well for Minjoon.
He shrugged, pushing away the pillow which he had been torturing previously.
“Honestly, I have no idea. But, I didn’t skip much there. It’s just this place that annoys me, is all.” In reality, there were more than one thing that annoyed Minjoon: his family’s current situation, the school, being far away from everything he knew, not being alone here, having so little control over things he had in his hands at all times before.
And hormones.
It all added to a dangerously unstable teenage concoction.
“Why are you here? Don’t tell me you like this place, that would be very lame.”
{ mintae human au }
“Taemin, right.” He decided to ignore the following remark. He had already allowed himself to show enough annoyance and, knowing himself, he wasn’t going to have the other win any of the battles they had already began to wage. At least not in his own mind.
“Formally?” The other looked younger. Perhaps. But then again, Minjoon was yet to give him longer than five full seconds of undivided attention to notice the other’s age. He really wasn’t interested, but then again, irked or not, Minjoon was raised well enough to respect the formality levels-rich culture he had been brought up in. Leaving a little sigh, he thought to himself that it would be a green day in Hell before he called the other hyung but the very least that he could do — if Taemin truly was older than him — was to turn down the tone of his voice a notch.
That should be enough, right? It better be.
“Suit yourself. Don’t tell anyone later that I didn’t want to help you,” he shrugged, as he started to pick at the pointy edge of one of his pillows, to distract himself. “I’m skipping. Clearly.” Didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. “I am. I’m not planning to attend every day, there’s no need for that.” He would like to think that with all the money in the world, he could pay for whatever he missed out, but a painful reminded stabbed him right in the stomach, telling him he hadn’t all the money anymore. He had none, actually, with all his finances managed by the distraught mama Min. Mother was going to send him what he needed while the Kim clan is undergoing severe austerity measures.
What a load of bollocks, he thought and as his vexation rose so did the picking increase, Minjoon anxiously tugging at the fabric of the pillow.
“Private or boarding? I’ve never had to live in a dorm, if that’s what you’re asking, but I’ve always been in private schools, on this level.” Bragging, much? Nah - just a little. “I have to say this place has got to be the worst one. Have you looked outside? Freaking mountains everywhere, I feel like we’re on rehab and not in school.” There, using words he didn’t fully understand. Grown up words! It wasn’t like Minjoon had any idea how rehabs worked. Or looked like.
{ mintae human au }
The comic no longer held his interest.
With a face like someone had pooped in his cereal, he put the book once again, for the last time that day, deciding to push himself into the many pillows on his bed, fixing his glare on the newcomer. Minjoon not only disliked the idea of a roommate — he hated it. He was an only child, an only son at that, and given his family background it was not at all surprising that he was pampered and given all which he desired his entire life. Never had to share, was never taught to do so either.
And now his parents decided it was time to get more social skills and learn how to share. What a perfect timing...not.
“You weren’t,” was the only answer he could muster while eyes inspected the other, his half unpacked suitcases, his clothes, his demeanour. “Taewoo, right?” Was that the other’s name? Frankly, earlier he didn’t bother memorising it as he had been so damn sure that he wouldn’t need to. Oh, universe. “Listen, I like peace and quiet. I’m not here to make friends or anything of that sort, so drop it while you can. I’m forced to live with you, but not forced to talk with you.”
He wanted to make things clear from the beginning.
“You have your life, I have mine, and this room will be the only thing we’ll have in common. Are we in accordance here?” He sure hoped that they were, because he was in no mood to be repeating himself. Bittersweet teenage angst, one could even call it.
“But I am willing to help you unpack, because the less and shorter noise you make the better.”
{ mintae human au }
What a big mouth, Minjoon thought, rolling his eyes softly. He tried to look back at his comic book, but his focus was out of place, his attention now scattered all over the place rather than centred on the story he had been reading for the past hour or so.
“Yeah — well I prefer being naked around people I actually find attractive,” he shot back. He did think the stranger was kinda cute but right now he would rather step on glass, barefoot, than admit that. Petty by nature, he was going to take this banter to the end, totally displeased with the fact he had to share his dorm room with someone else. He specifically asked to be alone.
“You know what, I will check. And I won’t be the one who will have to move out,” winking at the other male, Minjoon got up from the bed, wondering if he should go straight to the headmaster or call his mother first. Unwilling to go through a conversation with his mom, he opted for the headmaster, walking off to get a jacket while the other was half busy with unpacking; and still talking.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he ignored the introduction, figuring that after he pulls his strings, there would be no need for remembering each other’s names. He went straight for the door, the brat that he was, but ended up struck with complete disappointment, if not horror, when he was told it was his own parents (mother, to be more precise) who arranged that he not be alone in the dormitory. After a brief talk with the headmaster’s assistant — Minjoon learned that a kid like him couldn’t just demand to see anyone with power — he had to phone mother dearest, where he learned that in fact she thought it would be best if he made more friends there.
You’ll be less bored and lonely there, sweetheart.
Great.
Minjoon returned to his room...no, to their room with a sour face, visibly annoyed as he closed the door and returned to his bed at first without a word.
“Minjoon,” he muttered his name as he reached for his comic book again. “But, really, don’t bother. I’m not interested in being friends with you.”
{ mintae human au }
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No one liked to be new. No matter the size of one’s ego, and it would be too kind to say that Minjoon’s was the size of a house, there was always a sense of uncertainty which lay ahead of new beginnings. Minjoon, in particular, was not worried how he would get along with his peers. He was unconcerned with the usual tribulations of a fellow student, who cared about fitting in well and keeping up with their studies. As a matter of fact, the self-entitled chaebol heir whose kingdom had just collapsed on his head did not think he would not blend in. There was always a way to do so, at least he usually found one, whether it was paved with his excessive money spending or good looks of a nonchalant sybarite.
People could be bought, his father had taught him that ages ago, and Minjoon thanked him for that because it made his existence a whole lot easier.
At least until a few months back.
What couldn’t be bought, Minjoon would however realised, was a peace of mind, at times of high distress. He had gone to the boarding school willingly; his mother did not have to tell him twice and this was the only time when he took her seriously enough so as to obey her wishes. He complained little, if at all, as she managed his suitcases and sent him off, quite literally to the hills, where she deemed the only son of the Kim family would be safe. Locked away by ranges of mountains and the walls of a private school, he was to remain there until coast was clear.
But a peace of mind, though awfully needed, wasn’t going to come easy for, despite him being convinced he would be allowed a singles’ room, less than two days after his arrival to school, the door knob of his room turned once or twice, much with hesitation, and before he could do anything to stop it, Minjoon saw the entering of a young boy, likely his age, stepping in. Brows furrowed presently as he observed the new-comer. “I could have been naked, you should knock before going in,” he mumbled from his bed where he had been enjoying a comic book in the past hour, after having decided to skip a class.
“Who the hell are you? I think you may be lost, kid, this is a singles’ room.” Sure it was. That must have been why there were two closets and two beds in it, but Minjoon was going to swing it.
The attack came out of nowhere.
The warlock couldn’t have seen it coming, and as hard as that was for him to admit, it was his unpreparedness that surprised him when the first blow came, straight into his chin and neck, making his whole body shudder at the sudden touch of body warm and ice cold. He shook violently, feeling a violent chill run down and then back up his spine, lingering in the middle of his back before it settled in his upset stomach.
Then another came and Soohyun realised he needed to take cover before the primitive weaponry claimed more of his clothes now partially made wet by an array of neatly folded snowballs created specifically to make him suffer. What the hell was going on here?
Looking up at a tree nearby his building he saw a figure crouching on the branches and ready to continue the attack, grinning from between the feeble and crooked arms of the old oak. “Hyungwon?!” Soohyun could recognise that face anywhere. “What the hell are you doing? Here.” What the hell was he doing, period. Ducking away from another incoming ice missile, Soohyun dropped his bag in the process but that was half on purpose because if it was war, then he’d wage it too. He may have lost one battle but this was just the beginning.
Laughing quietly, he grabbed some snow and folded it into a ball before hurling it up at Hyungwon. “Get down from there, you lousy coward, and face me like a man! If you can still call yourself a man, Wonnie-yah,” the warlock grinned, already making another snowball to use for the ensuing attack.
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