age did not make a vampire stronger, but it was their resolve in between life and death. joohyun was strong in her own way, jongin was certain. she would not made it this far, though her age was young in comparison to his. but he loved her all the same, even with the humanity that was deeply instilled in her. she gave him hope, simply, amidst the cruelty he had witnessed -- the cruelty he had given too.
he followed her gaze, leaning back to give her the space to branch her thoughts out, flex her psychic muscles as his brother would say. too easy on her, he had said, allowing joohyun get frozen supplies from various hospitals in seoul when she could feed on a warm human. jongin quirked an eyebrow at the question before laughing, fondly petting her hair. "pep-talk," he echoed. "no, we don't kill them. we leave them confused for a few hours. they'll eventually forget about it."
jongin was about to motion to the waitress once again, would have asked her to send the heartbroken girl that joohyun chose a drink, something sweet, to soothe the ache of bad dates. strawberry daiquiri, perhaps. but, but.
jongin grinned. the other question had him reaching for his wife's hand, playing with her slender fingers. "what are you thinking? what do you want, wife? i'll make it happen."
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Date: 2017-03-03 12:31 am (UTC)he followed her gaze, leaning back to give her the space to branch her thoughts out, flex her psychic muscles as his brother would say. too easy on her, he had said, allowing joohyun get frozen supplies from various hospitals in seoul when she could feed on a warm human. jongin quirked an eyebrow at the question before laughing, fondly petting her hair. "pep-talk," he echoed. "no, we don't kill them. we leave them confused for a few hours. they'll eventually forget about it."
jongin was about to motion to the waitress once again, would have asked her to send the heartbroken girl that joohyun chose a drink, something sweet, to soothe the ache of bad dates. strawberry daiquiri, perhaps. but, but.
jongin grinned. the other question had him reaching for his wife's hand, playing with her slender fingers. "what are you thinking? what do you want, wife? i'll make it happen."