Mall

@⚰Wonho Yuuma closed his eyes when the creature spoke. . He wasn't trembling anymore. What was the point? He was royally screwed and ed from A to Z. Now he could only pray that the creature didn't belong to the Body Snatchers or the Blood Reign. Yuuma had no particular sentiments about this situation. He had been so stupid he couldn't even be mad at himself. For a moment it even crossed his mind that if he died now he totally deserved it, but he immediately threw that thought out again. Dying was never fine. Yuuma reached into his pocket and pulled out the pretty choker he had picked out for himself. Its dark fabric laced through his pale, slender fingers. He looked down at himself and decided that the hoodie made him look scruffy and off-putting so, quickly and silently he pulled it off his thin body and discarded it at his side, hidden behind the counter. He was left in his thigh-high stockings and a black printed T-shirt. Okay. Now he could just hope for the best. Yuuma crawled to the corner on all fours and timidly peeked his silver head out. His eyes were wide and sparkling in fear and innocence. It was an act, of course. Yuuma wasn't innocent, no one who survived in his environment was, but he had the image of a petite, harmless 'uke' so he was going to use it to his advantage.

@❂Yuuma It was most likely the fact that he’d left the blood slave at the mansion, alone and unattended to take care of a situation at the blood bank and then went to bed without so much as acknowledging him. Wonho practically had a heart of stone though, so of course he didn’t understand Changkyun’s need for affection and attention. He just knew that his little toy was upset with him, so much that he wouldn’t tolerate his little games. The vampire had grown increasingly frustrated because of it, so he’d decided to do something about it. If there was one thing he did understand about humans it was that they liked gifts. They always seemed to light up whenever he presented them with pretty objects, fine clothes, and expensive foods, among other things. In Wonho’s mind, the best course of action would be to shower his little Changkyun with gifts (instead of apologizing like a normal person).

With his mind made up, the vampire had rented out the entire mall. He despised shopping there. The irritating humans trying to stop him at their kiosks and sell him useless junk always grated on his nerves. The employees in the stores fluttering here and there, asking if he needed help made him want to snap their necks. If he wanted help he would ing ask for it. Being in charge of the city had its perks though, and thankfully, being able to have the shopping center to himself at a moment’s notice was one of them.

The mall was empty now, the only sounds being the splashing of the coin fountain in the dead center of the building, and Wonho’s footsteps which echoed as he walked around. The first stop was the toy store as he wanted to appeal to Changkyun’s softer side, picking out some plushies- a five-foot tall panda bear, a small, floppy dog, and a medium sized pig. They would go nicely in the boy’s room. Making his way back to the fountain, he dropped the toys off on a bench there and headed over to the store, looking at various s for a solid ten minutes before deciding against them and grabbing some lube. The lingerie section caught his eye, and he immediately wandered over, looking through the racks and picking out numerous sets that would fit his slave perfectly and look amazing on him. He tossed everything in a bag, carrying it into the jewelry store. He took the keys that had been laid on the counter for him and removed a gorgeous silver and sapphire necklace from the display case. It would look so pretty on his little boy. Putting it in a tiny box, he furrowed his brows, the faint hint of human sweat pricking at his nostrils. Confused, he pulled out a pair of from the bag and sniffed them. They smelled clean and unworn, so he snatched them off his nose and tossed them back in the bed, looking around furiously. He was supposed to be alone, so why wasn’t he?
“Come out, human. I know you’re there…”

@⚰Wonho It was Yuuma's turn again. As always around this time of the week, the atmosphere in the bunker was depressing. There were only four people left and now the other three stared at Yuuma with an odd expression in their eyes. It was always like this. A mixture of worry, suspicion, fear and excitement buzzed through the air. He knew exactly what they were thinking: 'What if Yuuma gets caught and we can't get the food?', 'What is he reveals our location and sells us out to protect his freedom?', 'I hope we can get some meat this time.' and the like. Yuuma wasn't the youngest of the four and they were all too skinny but Yuuma was the smallest of the group. They didn't trust him. Yuuma glared at them and walked towards the youngest who always prepared the shopping list. He snatched the scrap of paper out of the boy's hand and shoved it into the pocket of hoodie. He took off his fake cat ears and pulled the hood over his face. "...Bye." And that was it, they exchanged a one-word goodbye and then Yuuma was gone. As he climbed out of the hatch his expression was grim. None of the four had chosen to live with each other but usually, they got along alright. They would mind their own business and the two younger ones would play together. It was only right before and after a supply run that tensions would rise. He grit his teeth and kept moving.

About 30 minutes later.

It was an hour before the sun would rise. After countless experiments, wounds and death the street rats, as they called themselves, had determined this was the safest time to venture out. Yuuma was dressed as usual: soft, comfortable black sports shoes that were just a tad too big for him and he, therefore, fastened to his thin ankles with plenty of shoelaces. He wore a black collar around his neck to imitate that of an owned human, it deterred some people and an oversized T-shirt that looked like a dress on him. Today he wore a bulky dark hoodie over it that was so big on him he could swim in it. He had borrowed it from the eldest in the bunker. If anything was eye-catching about him it was his print stockings that ended above his knee. Yuuma really liked them, they reminded him of his favourite anime character and so no matter the complaints of his 'house-mates' he would not take them off. He had gone to the usual places without any trouble so far. The pharmacy, the drug store and he'd gotten essentials from stores and random people's homes. A bulging backpack on his back, he decided it was enough and was on his way back when he saw the mall. Normally, he would never be stupid enough to even consider going there but... it was strange. Even for this time of day, it was deserted. The mall was open 24/7 and very well visited but now... no one. Yuuma his dry lips and swallowed nervously. His hands subconsciously gripped the straps of his backpack. His feet shuffled in the dirt. He should go back, it wasn't worth the risk he thought to himself but... but... he was sick of those people treating him like an idiot. He wasn't an idiot, he wasn't going to get caught. He could bring back more than the essentials too. And with that (stupid) thought, his determination rose and he very, very carefully began to approach the huge building. It was so big it was almost frightening. He had never been in there before, what if he got lost? Yuuma shook his head. He knew what to do, he wasn't an idiot. He didn't enter through the door or even a window, after observing the building for 20min he entered a small building to the side of the mall and discovered an air vent that would lead into the mall. He was in the complex before he knew it, his heart thundering wildly in his chest.

What now? Where to now? Yuuma tugged his hood deeper into his face. He had left the backpack hidden in the small building at the side so it wouldn't slow him down. He wasn't planning on stealing anything big from here anyway. The 19-year old carefully snuck around the mall, his eyes wide at he stared at all the things. He began regretting that he hadn't taken the backpack with him- he wanted to take everything! Sweets, clothes, shoes... jewellery. The whole time Yuuma made sure to stay in cover and stay in the blind spots of the CCTVs. He hadn't entered any shop yet but now his eye fell on a black choker and earrings he really, really, REALLY wanted to have. He swallowed nervously, his thoughts flashing to his 'housemates'. They would be mad if he risked himself for something like that. But if he brought enough things for them... it'd be fine. He wouldn't get punished. Yuuma disabled the lock on the door and went inside, grabbed it and was out again in less than a minute. The whole ordeal was so underwhelming he almost laughed.

Just then.

Footsteps.

His face paled and he immediately went to hide behind the counter. There was no staff in the place even though the lights were on. He didn't bother checking who- what had shown up but judging by the weight of their footsteps... they hadn't noticed him. Yuuma sat curled up pressed to the back of the counter, hiding under it as much as he could while hugging his legs to his chest. He was trembling. 'I knew I shouldn't have come here. Stupid, stupid, STUPID!', he cursed himself in his mind. He was panicking, the sound of his heartbeat started to overwhelm even the sound of the footsteps he had been concentrating on. This couldn't happen, he couldn't lose control of himself like this... like some amateur. His gaze grew cold and he dug his nails into his flesh. The pain successfully ripped him out of the chaos in his mind and he grew quieter than a mouse. Even his heartbeat slowed significantly. He was wearing a special fabric and had washed so he wouldn't have any smell but now that he had panicked and started to sweat... there was a change a sensitive vampire or werewolf would smell him. Small, but it was there and it didn't make him happy.