( log ) you'd be singin' to her, like lah dah dah dah

[likehoney]

they weren't even supposed to be here, but somehow, as an aberration of nature, they simply just are. they just have to make do of what they have and need. and what they need right now is to hunt. going without feeding for more than three days wasn't recommended but between the council meetings and personal schedules, jongin was having a hard time putting his foot down, prince of the damned or not.

there was joohyun too. jongin wasn't her sire as he was not sanctioned to sire anyone without the permission of the council. but joohyun was under his care and he made it a point that he would by her side to teach her the ways. it was a lot more difficult now, the emergence of social media and the hyper vigilance of humans. during the war, bodies could easily pile up, and vampires made the earth its banquet.

jongin pushed at the thoughts of blood lust, guilt easily swimming in because he was going to face joohyun in a few minutes. jongin hazard parks -- illegal parks -- in front of their building, taking long quick steps to the lobby to find joohyun, a small smile playing on his lips as he taps her on the shoulder. "lady," he starts, voice deep yet full of mirth. "let's go or i'll get towed."

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[likehoney]

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."