▫ chamber 1

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@† kim hongjoong [ you know this is indrect feeding room right? ]

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@☩ jennie kim Junho chuckles flashing a smile that took years of practice to make sure fang didn't show. He wasn't sure why she was this determined to look after him but it did feel nice to have someone thinking of him like this. It had to be hundreds or more of years since someone did care lover or not. He followed her curious about how she planned to do this. Surely she wasn't planning on feeding him herself. Junho preferred that method. However not on someone like Jennie. The human was proofing to be one of the ones that made him weak.
"Oh, she says." Junho smiles teasingly before pulling out his card. He had to swipe it a few times not about to get it quite right. "Why on Earth does everything have to be technology-based in this accursed era? What will you creatures do if your precious technology ever fails..."
His little rant ended with a huff. Junho opens the door holding it open for Jennie. He stood there waiting for her to enter the room as he would not till she did.

@☨ lee junho A proud smile lifted up Jennie's bunny cheeks as the vampire took her hand and agreed to her "demands". She gently lead him out of the community garden and down the halls. She knew the age gap was long, and they barely knew each other, but she weirdly (which kind of freaked her out internally) safe. Like he truly wouldn't hurt her or demand something of her. She checked over her shoulder numerous times to be sure that the vampire was okay while she held his hand and brought him along to the blood wing, where some chambers were being used, but there was a back room that had extra storage for indirect donors blood.
"Oh," Jennie tried to open the door but forgot there was a card swipe for authorized vampires only. She dropped the others hand and humbly stepped to the side, gesturing for the other to use his id. She then laced both her warm hands together patiently in front of her while the other did his thing.

@† yeo jingoo [ tw: very minor blood mention ]

It's only years of experience that keep Hakyun from doing anything rash as the vampire walks further into the room. He can't, however, help the quiet laugh building in his throat at the sight of him so flustered. The expression is there one moment and then gone the next, saving face in front of the lower vampires still in the room.

('Is that man's blood even edible?')

'You of all people would know,' Hakyun thinks, keeping his eyes trained on the vampire as he makes his way over to where the human is stationed near the middle of the room. There's a momentary hitch in his breath at being so close, and still so far away from him. Years since the last time he saw that face and still he looked the same, if not better, whereas Hakyun has gained several more scars, age lines and an even bigger bone to pick with the vampire considering how things left off at their last meeting. (Blood, pressure, darkness - waking up alone and wondering if this time, this was the time he truly died.)

He resists the urge to drag his hand over the mark on his leg, a phantom stinging as the vampire's fangs show when he speaks.

The current of Hakyun's emotion is strong, and slithering alongside relief is anger. Especially when Jingoo refuses to look him in the eye. He tilts his head to the side, pretends he's just looking at something else in the room instead of purposely baring his neck in the vampire's peripheral vision. There's a visceral enjoyment he gets seeing the man so clearly lacking in composure.

And then /finally/ he's actually paying attention to Hakyun.

('And you-')

"Me?" he asks, pointing at himself innocently, staring up at Jingoo with wide eyes that, to anyone else, say he does not know this vampire, and he is scared by his obvious authority. Though if anyone were to look a little closer they would see a different message there - /took you long enough, you bastard/. "Ah, I suppose I must, if that's what the mighty vampire is asking of me." His smile is a knife's edge that dulls as the other two vampires in the room come closer, clearly confused by the interaction. "No, no questions," he says, and salutes. "Sir," tacked on just to further incense the man.

@✠ shin hakyun [ refer to hak's tw for clarity. tw: graphic description of blood ]

Jingoo strode out of the room where datas about donors are kept. Usually he would maintain an air of elegance and novelty the way carried himself — within or outside the facility, maintaining the examplary image he built. He was a respected person, preaching about poise and manners — he never lost his composed and proud demeanour.

Except one person. A secret. An embarrassing one.

He's here.

His friend, who happened to be the only person who knew of his secret, had taken the pains to inform him. That was one hour ago.

What the you mean? Jingoo had hissed, unable to bear the knowing smile directed his way.

Him.

That was all it took jingoo to make a mess in the — still respectable, he believed.

"WH—" Jingoo took a moment to behave. He should not act as if he knows that human. (No, it wouldn't put anyone in danger but Jingoo's reputation.)

"Is that man's blood even edible?" He schooled his face, walking slowly toward the bed, eyes locked on the liquid collected in the clear plastic.

It was dark red and thick yet he remembered the bright red rivulets flowing from the punctured neck — sweet and rich, with an undertone that reminded him of his herbal tea he loved (still does and maybe he should stop drinking his damned herbal tea). The aftertaste still lingers on his tongue, a true nightmare haunting whenever he dared close his eyes.

. . Damn. What in the ?

"Sir!"

The nurse's voice startled him internally.

"Yeah," there was a slight hoarsenes to his voice, "yeah. I think, I am extremely tired. Send me this." He pointed at the blood bag hanging, struggling between keeping his eyes not fixated on that audacious smile or the neck.

"I'm hungry." He added emphasis, wagging his finger at the blood bag.

At that point he was not sure what was doing.

"And you," he stepped close to the bed, "I have something to discuss. Follow the guard after you're done donating. Any questions?"

@† yeo jingoo [ tw: needles, blood ]

"Hakyun-ssi," The nurse says, her fangs glinting in the harsh lights overhead. "I'll need your left arm for the procedure, if you please." Polite as ever. He smiles and nods, turns his arm over until the crook is exposed. When she leans over to steralize the patch of skin for the needle her long dark hair glides over her shoulder, revealing her neck. He imagines how easy it would be to take her head off. Slice through the soft skin between her jaw and collarbone, feel it give beneath his blade. "Alright, I'm going to insert the needle now."

Hakyun blinks back to the present to find the vampire watching him expectantly.

"Go ahead," he says. Grins, doesn't wince as he feels the needle slide under his skin, into his vein. He turns his gaze to the other vampire in the room. A meek man, young in appearance, possibly young in age. It can be hard to tell sometimes. He seems a bit squeamish as dark red blood starts to travel up the line from Hakyun's arm, which is ironic considering what his diet consists of.

This is only the third time Hakyun has given blood since arriving to the facility, and each time has been stranger than the last. It's an odd thing for a hunter he supposes, to sit in a room with two or three vampires around you for an hour, and doing nothing besides sitting there. Sometimes he hums to pass the time, and sometimes he tries to make conversation, though they usually don't reciprocate.

After about fifteen minutes of aimless humming he decides to go with the latter option, only to be cut off when the door to the chamber squeaks open. He watches the two vampires stand up at attention, facing someone that he can't see, and that's new, isn't it? To see them no longer relaxed and self-assured. How curious. Hakyun tilts his head back, far enough that he can see the figure in the door and, oh, he isn't ready for the almost electric thrill that races through his body at seeing that face. Even seeing him upside down he still recognizes the vampire immediately.

He stares. One second, then two, drinks him in with eyes, and then smiles, lazy and pleased and sharp.