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taejin | 1.4k words | vampires, modern setting

Seokjin smiles, flashing his fangs in warning as he steps away from the group of vampires surrounding him.

It’s been a long day of this — entertaining his kind, all of them hoping to have the slightest ounce of access to him and his clan by extension. He still loathes the fact that he was roped into this sorry excuse of a gathering, but he could no longer say no after evading it for so long.

He sighs as he leaves the room and taps into his power to conceal himself, then slips out the door in the back of the building. As soon as he steps outside, all tension leaves his body. He quickly makes his way around the side of the building to the main street and releases his power when he’s far away enough.

“Fuck,” Seokjin whispers under his breath.

He’s half tempted to just head back to his hotel, pack up his things, and return to his clan. The thought of them brings a pang to his chest, missing them strongly even just after a day apart. But there’s only two more days of this gathering, and Seokjin can try to endure it. He came all the way to this unfamiliar city after all, he might as well make the most of it.

With a quiet sigh, he decides to wander the streets for little while before heading back to the hotel to turn in. It’s mostly quiet with the late hour, and that most of the city’s vampires are at that pitiful gathering.

At least that’s what Seokjin assumes.

He wanders the city for an hour, finding a few interesting things along the way which he captures on his phone and sends to his clan. Just as he does now, at the end of one of the main streets, across from a small beach on the edge of a lake. He lifts his phone to take the picture, smiling as he texts them, and waits for their replies.

One moment he’s smiling down at his phone, the next he’s being slammed to the ground and his phone is flying out of his hand.

“What the—” Seokjin is on his feet in seconds, turning to find what just ran into him.

He freezes when he’s met with a wall of a powerful scent, and a sharp itch blooms around his fangs.

“Shit, I am so, so—”

In front of him, a younger man turns around, freezing when he meets Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin’s breath leaves him as he takes in brilliant lavender-gray eyes and one of the prettiest faces he’s seen in a very long time. Wave black hair frames the man’s face, honey skin almost glowing under the moonlight.

Seokjin finds himself taking a step forward, his action mirrored by the other man until they come to a stop directly in front of each other. The world around them is nonexistent, everything about the man in front of him flooding his senses. The powerful scent fills his nose, spilling down the back of his throat and coating his tongue, something more divine than even the blood of his own clanmates. Every breath—

Seokjin frowns, the thought pulling him from the trance he’s found himself in.

The man isn’t breathing.