Medieval Era

@⏳Kim Taehyung It wasn't that he was immediately pacified by the eventual obedience forcefully extracted from the young boy, but Seokjin's grouchy temper /was/ subdued by a notch or two. Not to mention, he was notified of the fact that he had disrupted the other's mealtime, which Seokjin had to admit was anything but expected of himself, who regarded mannerism quite highly. "My... apologies." His words were rigid, as much as his facial expression, though there was a tinge of petulance lingering in those pouty lips and if anyone mentioned it, they wouldn't have in a second breath.

"For your information, we are not cold. It's merely you lot that are unforgivably warm." The vampire's voice instantly rose to defend himself, arms crossed over his chest in a silent huff, which made the long span of his shoulder appear broader than ever.

His protective posture thawed not a moment later by an intriguing sight.

The pristine stones of his eyes, orbs the shade of midnight sky, were undeniably attracted to the flicker of flame dancing around the younger's palm visibly, or well, to him at least, as they were heat sensitive, perks of being a nocturnal hunter. Untying his pouch from his waist, Seokjin counted the exact pieces of silver coins and dropped them unto the shorter male's palm. "A sorcerer, huh. Better watch out for Yvetroi. He's not a fan of magicians." More like, chain them in his prison or burn them on a stake publicly if they are unwilling to work for him.

Leaving his last words, Seokjin grabbed the bag and pivoted on his heels, heading for the entrance next.

@Kim Seokjin Hardly seeing any reaction but only getting a harsher treatment, Taehyung eyed the latter male and scrunched his nose, pouting a bit at the treatment he is getting. Though him and the latter male is different in terms of being creatures, Taehyung's at least a tad glad to meet someone who's in the same category as him; non-human. "Eyy~ don't be like that. I didn't mean to irritate you. I was just interrupted since it was my lunch. Your fault still." Taehyung chuckled, not fazed by the frankness and harshness.

"You're so. . . no, scratch that, too cold. Just like your skin." Taehyung shrugged and bagged all of the bread the latter needs, letting slight heat emit from his palms to at least warm up the bread the man ordered. "So, here's your order. That would be $10, all in all." He smiled, waiting for the man to pay up, his brown orbs staring onto the man's equally brown eyes as well, hoping that this won't be the last time he's going to meet someone who's just like him; a non-human.

@⏳Kim Taehyung Eyeing the fearless grin worn by the boy, he hated to admit it, but the boy surprised him. That's rare. The straight, simple question, no, it's less of one and more of a definite statement, caught him off guard. Seokjin raised a single brow, lips thinned as he listened to the other's revelation. Sadly, he felt no mutual attraction, or rather, acception, towards the younger male's identity. Of course, the vampire's interest was piqued, something that hadn't occurred in decades, by his unconcealed self - what type of creature lived under the guise of a frail-looking human skin - yet, he was also not in the mood to find out.

"I hardly see how that has anything to do with what I'm requesting. Whether you're a werewolf, faerie, or ing prince of ogres does not change the fact that you're irritating me. Bread, now, or I won't hesitate to reduce another number from the small population of this tiny, blissfully ignorant town. Be aware that I have the ability to wipe them out before they could even scream." Frankly, that was harsher than usual, but Seokjin doesn't see the need to sugar coat his words nor be gentle with his words. The sun filtering through the slightly curtained window was agitating his alabaster skin and he'd rather be on his way to the local shoe shop getting his footwear repaired than stand here conversing with a non-human.

Not to mention, whatever the other male might be, isn't intimidating Seokjin the least, who is vainly confident that vampires ranked high among some of the strongest mythical creatures.

@Kim Seokjin Upon seeing that unpleasant look on the man's face, he did feel a bit bad because how hard would it be to just pack what he needs but the second he heard the latter call him some kind of a boy, Taehyung's inside's flared up and he suppressed himself so hard as to not burn the man in front of him because after all, a phoenix like him may still draw out fire and even him still not able to control his own when under the influence of anger and rage, Taehyung may still try.

Seeing the latter powder down a bee that innocently flew inside their shop, then and there, Taehyung knew that this one isn't normal, he is not quite human just like him and it made him smirk softly. "You're not human, aren't you?" He directly asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore and complicate things. Looking back at the man and observing him well this time; pale skin, handsome face, entrancing charm, Taehyung knew who was it in front of him or rather, what he was. "Nice to see a creature of the night in this broad daylight." He chuckled softly and gave all of the man's order. "No worries. I'm not in your category but I'm definitely not human either." Taehyung smiled, feeling his familiarity because for one, both of them are drawn away by humans. His kind and this man's probably experienced the same thing when it comes to getting along with the normal creatures of this world.

@⏳Kim Taehyung There was a flash of deadly silver in Seokjin's sapphire orbs, which only happened when he was mildly annoyed, though if one checked his history, they would've taken note of how much it usually took for him to be feel that. Disregarding the plate handed to him, he leveled the boy with a steely stare, the twin pairs of dark pools glinted with the promise of unpleasant repercussions should the younger male continue with his devil may care attitude. Though Seokjin was deemed the nicest vampire among his peers, there was still a streak of coldblood in him, however anyone might want to argue otherwise.

"I will not be dismissed by a mere glass of water. In fact, 'ccomplish what I requested and I shall leave everything here in one piece, even you, little boy. You wouldn't want to test me." In the end, Seokjin resisted the urge to pull out his trump card, which was to reveal the multitude of fangs hidden in his gums. Who said they only have two?

Lifting a delicate hand from within the folds of his robe, he swiftly caught a flying bee that was innocently circling above the flower arrangements on the counter and crushed it barehandedly. His icy did not waver as he uncurled his fist and dropped the powdery form before the younger male. "Such pest." He pulled a handkerchief from his waist and brushed what little remains that stuck itself on his palm, not a single puncture or swell on the unblemished skin that could indicate a bee sting.

@Kim Seokjin With eyebrow raised for a moment and face totally not amused despite the number of orders, Taehyung lets out a deep breath. Sure, he had encountered different customers at a time and this one did not faze him at all. His cold attitude is a first but Taehyung's just as cold despite his inner creature being one of fire. Shaking his head, he munched on his bread and took a sip of his water before answering the latter. "You know what, it is still an hour. If you want your bread, you've got to eat it here because there is no way that I am going to pack them prettily for you." He said, placing all of the bread in a plate and giving it to the latter male.

Taking a seat back at the chair behind the counter, Taehyung continued eating, his attention back on his bread because just as much as he loves to fly, eating his second favorite thing and nothing can be at par with him when it comes to identifying what the food has in it. His palette is sensitive and it tastes different flavors that no one could, main reason why he was able to also save this bakery which seldom had customers. "If you want water, just tell me, that I can at least give you free of charge." He said, offering a small smile since he cannot be that rude to a customer.

@⏳Kim Taehyung As a member of the dracula family, blood was indeed the only nourishment he required to sustain his immortal life. Actually, not to say he'll die without it, but the thirst clawing inside of them would feel like fire through their veins, their hunger for the crimson liquid making them lose their minds until they would eventually broke into a rampage and killed as many humans or animals as it would take to appease their triggered appetite. However, being an unlikely vampire, Seokjin enjoyed the simple food human had. It was his guilty pleasure, one that was often questioned by those who, unfortunately, did not share his taste in it.

Today was one of the few days, more like once every five years, he allowed himself out into the sun, and no, they don't shrivel up under it or burn when the rays shone unto their skin, as opposed to what the authors noted about them. Seokjin was bathed in a warm light, his pallid appearance a stark contrast to everyone else's around him that earned him stares, both envious and admiring. He wouldn't deny that his remarkable features were of a good-looking man. Not to mention, he was donned in silky garments that spelled expensive, coupled with leather shoes which heels clacked unto the gravel pavement.

A familiar sign caught his keen eyes and after a millisecond of hesitation, he pivoted in his spot and marched towards the bakery. Maybe some fresh buns would go well with his morning tea. As he admitted himself into the store, he took notice of a young boy, barely in his teens, standing guard, though his attention were stolen by the pastries lining the shelves and displayed along the counter. Of course, he heard the other, but Seokjin hardly bothered to answer, merely pointing towards a number of selections of his and expecting the younger male to pack it for him. "I'll have this, this, this and this." He ordered instead, expression schooled into one so serious it might look ridiculous on anyone else.

@Kim Seokjin Ten years has passed but not even a single day did Taehyung forget about that fateful night. As he looks out of the window inside his room in this small house where he lives, the moon shines brightly, giving anyone happiness as to whoever will see it but all that he could remember was when he watched inside a cabinet when his parents were killed. Being a mythical creature and belonging in a family that had hid for years made them live in peace but once hunters found them, everyone was killed except for him who was kept hidden that night.

Clenching his fists tightly, Taehyung jumped off the window sill and tried to sleep it off since he must get up early as he works at the local bakery. Though the event still haunts him and makes him shake with fear, his rage still tops off everything.

-- NEXT DAY ---

Finally getting his eight hours of sleep, Taehyung scrunched his nose as the feeling of waking up comes to him. Grunting as he gets up, he slowly makes his way into the bathroom and prepares for yet another tiring day. If it wasn't for the kind man in the bakery, no one wants to accept him because of his young age, which he found a bit unfair as he can work just like everyone else. Putting on his usual uniform, Taehyung takes his small sling bag made out of straw and goes to the bakery, greeting all of their customers with a smile.

As hours passed, Taehyung can finally sit down after spending all of his morning kneading bread and making deliveries around town. Taking his loaf of bread and cheese, he stays upfront the store to keep a close look and make sure no one steals from them. Though it clearly stated that they are closed, he almost jumped as a man enters their store. "We're closed and will resume at 1:00 pm. . ." Taehyung trailed off, looking at the man with a tall figure and unusually handsome face. Tilting his head, Taehyung kept his guard up as he now jump out behind the counter and stand in front of the man. "Didn't you hear what I said?" He asked, looking up at the latter who seems to pay no attention to him.