>>Ballroom

@[V] Kim Wonpil "I am," Jongin exhaled, a grin creeping up to his lips at the crude implication of his little comment. Wonpil's facade of innocence amused him, that much had been made clear. However, a part of him itched to see what was underneath all that. He wanted to strip down those layers of fake demure and expose the true creature seducing him right then. Not the only thing he wanted to strip down though. "A big accusation you're making there Mr. Wonpil." He traced a finger under the vampire's chin, merely a faint caress, "growing bolder, aren't we?" He liked a little modest play, but it was the vampire's lewd confidence that really got his blood boiling. Wetting his lips with his tongue, Jongin didn't speak, he simply smirked at Wonpil and mouthed the word "naughty." For he knew too many ears were listening, the stifle atmosphere around them merely a temporary limitation, soon enough that scenario was about to change.
The hand on his chest spurred his attention, it's not that Jongin was particularly impatient, he could've dragged this little game on for longer, but his mouth was starting to get itchy again, and red wine was no longer the preferred distraction. The dhampir tilted his head, weighing his options. He had no further obligations to stay at the event any longer, and the current object of his interest was proving itself too invinting not to indulge in. A part of him, more primal, wanted to hold the vampire down right then and there. But he wouldn't grace these people with such a show. "Indulge me, Mr. Wonpil," Jongin responded, the exact same words he spoke at the beginning of their interaction, only now holding a much darker undertone.
Giving the vampire a narrowed glance, Jongin sauntered his way out of the ballroom floor, enough indication for the other to follow. He slipped a hand inside his pant pocket and refrained from touching the other man althogether, purposely until they were out of sight, into the hall of the manor.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin When Jongin tightened his hold, Wonpil let out a quiet noise, almost lost in the air between them. He tilted his head up so that he was looking up at Jongin, the brown of his eyes a bit brighter, tinged with the gentlest hints of red. "Or perhaps you're just big," he purred in return, again fluttering his lashes like he said it with the most innocent of intentions -- though they both knew otherwise. At this point, the facade of innocence was just another part of the play. "Oh, I have no doubt I would, and I'd make sure you enjoy every moment of it, too," Wonpil promised. Perhaps it seemed like a big promise to be making, but he was confident in his capabilities. Having practice would give someone that confidence.
Wonpil's hand glided down from Jongin's shoulder to rest on his chest, his fingers smoothing over the fabric of the blazer that the dhampir was wearing. They weren't as close together now that Jongin had let go of him, but they were still close; Wonpil couldn't help but smirk at the eyes that slid to the rings in his nose. Jongin just kept looking at the piercing. "Well, Mr. Jongin?" he murmured. He could feel Jongin's warmth under his hand, how very alive he was, and it was all so... new. "Will you accompany me?"
He wanted Jongin to say yes. The tension between them was already palpable; the vampires around them seemed to be just as aware of it as they were. But he could care less about that. All he wanted was for the dhampir to leave with him. Preferably /before/ he dropped to his knees before his sire and everyone else and convinced Jongin that he should.

@[V] Kim Wonpil Jongin took his sweet time dragging out their waltz. Not particularly to tease Wonpil, but because he enjoyed it so much. Dance was his craft. If he hadn't become a model, in some other life he was sure this is what he would've pursued. There was a fluidity to his movements that was sensual yet discreet, his body was guided by uninhibited feelings over reason, it was carnal. He wouldn't bed a partner he was not a compatible dance partner with. His eyes momentarily closed at a paricular section of the music and he smirked, leaning in close to Wonpil, not too intimate, but enough to keep it between them "Well, you don't look it." he exhaled, teasing the obvious. He spinned them around, guiding Wonpil's body and pleasantly surprised the other seemed to flow with him so well, "you look younger than me," he continued, tightening the press on the vampire's waist ever so slightly, just so their chests brushed and he towered over him "Smaller...delectable" came as a whisper. Their eyes locked and whirl of emotions swirled in them. Lust and a hint of mischief in Jongin's. He was having fun with this. He did not know what the vampire's intentions were, but if he were to take a guess, he'd think they were starting to align with his own. If Wonpil were to try to deceive him, he knew he could handle himself. Besides, no harm in biting the hook, Jongin was always playing games. Games much like these, where the line between hunter and prey was flimsy.
"Hmm now I am really starting to suspect you, Mr. vampire" Jongin snickered, keeping his eyes trained on Wonpil. He leaned in real close then, uncaring of the looks "You might do something bad to me if I let you take me...and I might let you." His gaze flickered to the silver ring on Wonpil's nose, then back at his eyes, his own half lidded and amused. He pulled back slowly, releasing the vampire's frame, as the music came to an end.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "A lot older, by human terms," Wonpil replied with a quirk of his lips. He wasn't expecting to be pulled closer so forcefully, but he certainly wasn't going to protest it. He went without resistance, free hand settling on Jongin's shoulder. The warmth of the dhampir's hand against his back heated his cold skin even through the fabric of his blazer and the shirt he wore beneath, a presence that he was certainly going to be aware of throughout the entirety of their dance. "I'm 100 years old." He had no problem with admitting his age. For a vampire, he was still young. Of course, he was much older than his dance partner by the standards of humans and other creatures with shorter lifespans.
He followed Jongin with ease, years of experience with waltzing paying off -- instead of focusing on what his feet were doing, he could focus on his dancing partner. On the look in his eyes, that held a lot of promise; it contradicted his outer demeanor, but it told Wonpil everything he needed to know. It was very tempting to try and kiss Jongin on the dance floor, but Wonpil wasn't that impatient.
"What do you say we get out of here, after this dance?" he breathed, for only the two of them to hear. With the dancing and the chatter of others around them, and how soft his voice was when he spoke, he knew that they wouldn't be overheard. Not that it would matter regardless. If they left, people were certain to talk. All the same, it wasn't as though he wanted any busybodies to be listening to what they had to say. "We can continue this somewhere.... more private."

@[V] Kim Wonpil Once his face was turned to the crowd, Jongin schooled his expression back to an unperturbed gaze, knowing all eyes were on him, some vampires parted way for him as he took center on the dance floor, tanned skin glowing in a sea of undead white. Inside him though, his blood was boiling, pumping through his veins with an exhilarating flow of excitement. He could blame it on the alcohol in his system, but deep down he knew it was because he enjoyed this. The attention, the lust, he was an exotic sight to these people. Tall and muscular build, poised with the airs of royalty that only a true pureblood could breed, yet his skin flushed with life, pupils dilated and his pheromones were sweet like a human's. It made him look like delectable prey. Yet he was the most dangerous creature there. This was Jongin's little play, and the fun had just barely begun.
The twitch of his lips betrayed just a hint of what he was feeling. He turned, knowing Wonpil was following, and he smiled, graceful, like a gentleman during a first dance, yet past that facade hid an intent in his dark eyes, and he intended for Wonpil to see it. He took the slightly smaller hand in his, cold like he expected. "You are technically older than me you see, I am trying to be polite here, tell me, how old are you?" He pulled Wonpil close with a jerk of his wrist, towering over his frame just enough to look down at his delicate facial features. His other hand came up around his back, then s down until it settled against the small of it. "Or is that rude to ask?" He exhaled, then took a step back with graceful, practiced movements and began to guide the vampire along a gentle waltz in tune to the music.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin "How observant of you," Wonpil winked. There are, in fact, many surprises about him, and he shamelessly wants Jongin to find them all. But of course, it won't be that easy, because Jongin is playing the game just as hard as he is and that's what makes it invigorating. His mocking words do nothing to deflate Wonpil's interest or injure his ego, rather, they make his interest grow; he's /very/ interested in Jongin now, with the words that slide over his lips. If Jongin kept talking like that, Wonpil was certain he was going to whimper, and he just didn't do that. He never broke his collected facade. So, instead, the vampire stared up at him through half-lidded eyes and crooned, "Is that a promise?"
His eyes followed Jongin's movements as he ed his blazer, fixating on the stripe of skin until he was drawn from his staring when the dhampir got to his feet. Wonpil looked back up at his face then, training on his lips. A last dance, hmmm?
Wonpil slid from his school and followed him -- he certainly didn't rush, no, he controlled his pace so that it wouldn't give away /how/ invested he was becoming in the game the two of them had been playing. But he hadn't been about to let the opportunity slip away from him. This was turning out more interesting than any of his other escapades had been in the past. Jongin wasn't easy prey but he had still displayed signs of being interested, Wonpil found that he liked that. He couldn't let someone who didn't just succumb to his seductive behavior slip away from him. He needed to know more.
And so when they reached the dance floor, Wonpil offered Jongin his hand and requested, "May I have this dance, Mr. Jongin?"
He used the same formalities that Jongin had used on him, and there was a small smile playing about his lips -- there was lust, in that smile, but no hint of deception or trickery. He knew that those kind of things would only drive the dhampir away. After all, deceit was common in vampires, and Wonpil was trying to prove that he wasn't exactly the same as the figures around them.

@[V] Kim Wonpil A vampire and a dhampir staring each other down like that was surely a sight to behold. Usually such interaction would've spelled for trouble, but the salacious energy emanating between the two creatures suggested anything but. Jongin didn't even try to mask the amusement out of his face anymore. "I see a lot of things. Something tells me there are more, hidden somewhere." He responded, mostly referring to Wonpil's piercings, but not exclusively.
He finished his wine with a soft chuckle, merely above a little snicker "Maybe, it could be, you don't know my intentions either for that matter," he retorted. "If I /were/" Jongin repeated, the slightest hint of mock in his tone. "Well, perhaps I would be opposed. I don't hold the biggest fame for engaging with such opulent vampires like yourself, or any vampires really." He quirked a brow, eyes flashing the most beguiling red as he stared in Wonpil's eyes,"I'm afraid it would get too...intense" he dragged, in a low tone that exhuded dominance much like before, but without any agression this time, only a very raw, provocative implication. He rolled his shoulders back and adjusted in his seat, undoing the button of his blazer to expose the black satin shirt that clung to his muscles, low cut exposing just a hint of toned chest how he liked it. He glanced at the grand and lavishly ornated clock that hung above the ballroom, only less than an hour until he had completed his atendee duty for his father, who hadn't even bothered to show up tonight. Not that Jongin ever needed it, he was used to dealing with the challenges of participating in these events as a dhampir, and he felt uninhibited this way, in his own element of unhinged seduction where his cunning nature came out the most. Moreover, he felt like his night had yet a promising turn to take, so it was time to stretch his legs.
He stood up then, running a hand through his ash blond hair and kept his eyes trained on feline ones, the hint of a smirk playing on thick lips that he wet with his tongue before speaking. "Doesn't mean I can't have some fun. I will be indulging in one last dance before my time is up, feel free to join Mr. Wonpil." He added the formality, giving Wonpil one last stare before he sauntered into the ball.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin Ah, so Jongin didn't like the idea of being bitten. Wonpil would keep that in mind, though there was some kind of pleasant fizz in his veins when he made the half-vampire go on the defensive, voice low and growling. In the eyes of someone else, that would probably be a problem, but for Wonpil it was delicious. However, he wasn't there to goad Jongin into anger, and when the dhampir sank back into his usual guise, Wonpil did nothing to further irritate him.
"Not with you," Wonpil agreed. He could feel the weight of stares upon them, mainly focused on Jongin when his expression changed. Wonpil, too, was focused on that look of sin, wondering to himself why he hadn't approached the dhampir before. Had it been his pride, refusing to try to do something that could have ended in rejection, or had it merely been because he merely wasn't ready yet? Whatever the reason, Wonpil was delighted to be there, even if things didn't end the way he hoped that they would. But with the words and actions that passed between them, building a tension that was already palpable, the vampire had high hopes for the turnout of his evening. It was the vampire's turn to smirk, when Jongin's eyes fixated on the piercing through his tongue. His gaze was hot where it rested on the silver until Wonpil pulled his tongue back into his mouth, the cattish smirk still flirting across his features as he purred, "See something you like?"
Wonpil tilted his head. "Well, if I just spell them out for you, it isn't /half/ as fun, now is it?" he inquired. His eyes fell to the motion of Jongin's throat as he swallowed, passing his tongue between his lips. His gaze lifted back to the half-vampire's face when he spoke playfully. "Well now, it doesn't seem like you would be opposed to it if you /were/," he responded, the words dripping off his tongue like honey. He was certainly enjoying himself, when they were both playing a little seduction game. It had been a long time since someone else had been so... equally engaged in the process. It promised for interesting things to come.
Without looking away from Jongin, Wonpil waved for a server to clear away his glass. Once that was done, he changed the cross of his legs, so that now the right leg was the one on top; it set a different body angle, but still a flattering one. Wonpil knew his own body and his own angles well. He'd had plenty of practice in these little games, too much to sit at an angle that wasn't perfect for his positions.
If they weren't in a ballroom, suffering through the heavy stares of the rich and powerful people that their parents were mingling with, Wonpil probably would have chosen other positions to sit in. But here, where they were sitting on barstools and waiting each other out, all he could do was cross one leg over the other and flirt with words and the occasional flash of his tongue.
"Of all the days not to wear a crop top," he sighed, half to himself. Truly, it was a shame.

@[V] Kim Wonpil At the mere mention of being bitten, even if the words were meant playfully, Jongin's entire demeanor went stiff. His eyes darkened impossibly, for the first time that evening a deep burgundy red color glowed in his dark orbits. He was unabashedly glaring at Wonpil. "I don't." His voice came out low, dominating and exuding vampire pheromones that were much too strong to belong to any low class vampire. It was a rare instance where the pureblood inside him showed, a stark contrast to the fairly neutral human pheromones he chose to wear. The display didn't last for long though. Merely a few seconds before he recomposed himself into his standard cunny expression. Leaning back on his seat with the utmost elegance of a model with a million dollar smile. Not that Jongin had been particularly trying to be threatening towards Woonpil, the reaction was stronger than himself.
If he didn't set his place, these people would've eaten him alive by now.
His eyes landed on the blood stain on the vampire's lips, the sight mildly distracting, but Jongin was anything but. "I'm sure there is," he played along, returning the man's stare with interest, as if they were both having a conversation that went beyond words, both knew what was being implied there, yet the urge to dance around each other was far more thrilling.
He glanced over Wonpil's shoulder and motioned towards his empty glass. In seconds it was replaced with red wine, yet he didn't drink it yet. He was watching the man in front of him. Jongin could easily see past Wonpil's little charade of flirty innocence, and he was sure the man intended it that way, which meant he was no easy bait either, they were both playing roles. So he decided to indulge Wonpil instead. "Not with me" he repeated after the vampire, and it was then that a very sinful smirk stretched over Jongin's full lips, enough to really get the attention of the vampire onlookers, both male and female alike. They all stopped to stare, looks filled with lust mingled with envy and distate thrown his way. But the look in Jongin's eyes was smoldering, fixed onto the tiny glint of silver on Wonpil's tongue. "What are your intentions then?" He asked the question hanging in the air and his lips parted shy of a grin before he took a long sip of wine, throat bobbing. "I'm starting to suspect I'm being wooed here," he exhaled softly, a playful edge on his tone.

@[Dh] Kim Jongin Wonpil couldn't help but let out an undignified snort. "Their company could /hardly/ be described as riveting by anyone who isn't as money-hungry and filled with hatred as they are. I merely exchange the adequate pleasantries to escape my sire's wrath." Until he found someone that he could amuse himself with, at which point he would start a conversation and /look/ like he was socializing until he could convince that person to leave with him. It was an art.
"Dangerous? Well, maybe," he purred, his eyes sharp and narrowed like that of a feline content to take a moment to observe whatever mouse they were playing with, "but don't worry. I won't bite... unless, of course, you want me to." When he tilted his glass to his lips again, the drink was longer, a lengthy swallow that left a dark stain across his lips. The tip of his tongue peeked out to wipe away the blood, not sticking the muscle out far -- just enough for the tip to be seen, the flush of pink dark against the pallor of lips he hadn't bothered to give false color before leaving his apartment that evening. "I'm sure there's something I can find to keep me entertained," he responded to the question, his voice low but tone sweet. There was enough noise around them that a human might not have heard their conversation, but he kept his words quiet so that they could stay between the two of them even in a gathering of vampires.
His eyes stayed on Jongin, however, an obvious implication that he had already found something, or rather someone, that he intended to keep himself entertained with. As such, he saw when the color in his cheeks darkened -- it sent a thrum of energy through him, a reminder that Jongin was half-human and therefore he was /different/ than the others Wonpil usually selected to escape with. Wonpil didn't already know everything that made him tick, because for as similar as they were, they were equally different. At least there was enough vampire in Jongin that Wonpil's instincts knew that he wasn't prey, for that might have made things... different.
"Of course," he answered sweetly, lashes fluttering at Jongin in faux innocence, "but not with you." Wonpil knew he was being baited, but that made it more fun than simple compliance did. He swirled the blood in his glass, quiet for a moment before he drained the last of it. A stray drop ran down the side of his glass, and Wonpil collected it with one slim, pale finger, looking at the red that trailed down his cold skin for a moment before he raised his hand to his lips and cleaned the blood with his tongue, silver piercing glinting in the light. He had seen how Jongin had looked at the rings in his nose -- perhaps it was interest or perhaps it was just a simple curiosity, but regardless, Wonpil would share.
The third, sadly, couldn't be shown off so easily.