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brtaekyung:

“ow—hey, that thing’s sharp!” now incredibly sulky, taekyung rubs his shoulder the moment she’s stopped hitting it, trying his best to remember that this is the president of the order smacking him and for good reason. what is he doing? some kind of walk of shame. he’s surprised he still is walking at this point, considering the look yewon’s giving him is one of murder. he should apologize, but instead he’ll just make things worse. “what? it’s not like i haven’t seen them before,” at this point, does it even matter what he’s saying? he’s put his foot in his mouth too often; he should get a foot up his ass. “i just said you looked pretty, geez.” ever the romantic, this one.

“nothing happened,” it’s a bold-faced lie – the ‘bold’ being him even attempting to lie – and taekyung’s well aware that they both know it’s far from the truth. he’d just zipped himself back up. eyeing her, he snorts. “you jealous or something?” alright, he’s about to die. but truth be told: he doesn’t want to talk about it, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to be lectured. he already knows he fucked up, so he’d rather turn it into one big joke. he feels like it is, anyway.

“i’m patrolling. checking out the perimeter. whatever the fuck we’re supposed to do here.” he clearly hadn’t been doing any of that, but his ex-girlfriend isn’t the only reason why. his gaze bores into yewon’s, this time almost accusingly. time to flip the script. “hunting one of our own doesn’t exactly sound appealing when we both know who it is.”

the unfiltered bluntness of taekyung's words only poked her indignation. yewon had no troubles accepting and facing his brusque and candid personality when it was just the two of them, in private. she had gotten used to it, the way he first spoke and then thought about his words, the straightforward manner of his being which many could regard to as rude. now, this place was anything but private and yewon wished he could pull himself together, just for this one night. "and if you say one more word about my boobs, you will never see them again. can we change the topic, please?!" her arms dropped to her sides, a dejected sigh escaping her lips. maybe this was all yewon's fault. it was what she reaped for wanting to be a friend to her hunters, not the omnipotent president, hovering about her foot soldiers. perhaps she should have utilized a stricter tone from day one and especially kept taekyung on a short leash. a list of should haves and what ifs that were all pointless by now. the damage was done and he was far from taking her authority seriously. "i would put any potential jealousy at the end of your priority list if i were you," she said, straightening her dress while trying to regain her composure. she wasn't interested in what childish liaison connected taekyung with the oldest song, tonight's matter at hand was too pressuring to get into a battle of push and pull. the wiser head gives in and once again, she had to be exactly that. "no, it is not appealing. so try to focus all your efforts onto it so we can bring this to a quick end, alright?" she asked, almost begging as she ran her hand through her hair, an attempt to fix it. neither of them had to mention the third's name and the mere thought of him made yewon's heart sting. the outlook of possibly encountering him raised a variety of emotions within her, she wasn't exactly able to tell them apart clearly.

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brtaekyung:

securing his mask back on, taekyung realized that he’s well and truly fucked. literally, too, but that’s not the most pressing matter here. he should’ve been on the look-out, of course. but he’d gotten swept away – as he always did, when it comes to a certain someone. he’d barely stuttered out a ‘goodbye’ with the weak promise of them sorting their bullshit out sometime later (when?) before he’d left, knowing that there were things they’d left unspoken that they needed to talk about, but also realizing that this is not the time for any of it. he wouldn’t be the only one in endangerment if they were caught, and – as complex his feelings for song ahyoung might be – he doesn’t want to cause her more trouble than he’s worth. he has no idea when that time to talk will be, or if it would even ever come, but he has to circle back around to why he’s here in the first place.

which was—oh. the mission. shit. right. what. he’s in a state of disarray, still trying to make sure his shirt is tucked in right. yewon would murder me if she was here, he can’t help but think of the president, inwardly wincing at the mere image of her berating him. he can’t say he’d blame her though; clearly his head is not on straight. it’s time to actually start doing his job and try to not think about the fact he’d just fooled around with his vampire ex-girlfriend. easy-peasy, totally. it’s with another groan of defeat that he begins his ‘search’, making his way through the crowd.

but he’s easily startled, on red alert, and this is evident when a hand’s placed on his shoulder and he jumps. that voice—speak of the devil and she’ll appear. for a second, he’s confused, his look of bewilderment making him look like a deer caught in headlights. of course he’d recognize it, especially in that tone. yewon. “what the hell are you doing here?” she shouldn’t be here. god damn it, of course he should’ve realized that she’d come, though. this isn’t a mission where they could simply fuck around (oops); she’d warned them ahead of the dangers it could bring if they were exposed. she’s there to keep an eye on them, like a mother hen. in a dress. what the hell. he’s eyeing it with something akin to befuddlement, and then, because he hasn’t fucked up nearly badly enough: “what are you wearing? you look weird—i mean different. pretty—? i can see your tits.” someone fucking stop his mouth from opening ever again.

in an odd way it annoyed her how surprised taekyung was to see her. if he had even attempted to put one and one together, it would have been an easy conclusion to expect yewon's presence in one way or another tonight. when had she ever missed out grand missions like this? as the president, fieldwork was a rarity reserved for sensitive and exceedingly dangerous missions. admittedly, she hadn't announced her appearance on this one but it was an easy guess. probably for everyone but taekyung, which stirred her irritation. "what i am doing here? what. the. hell. are. you. doing?!" every word of the latter sentence got underlined by yewon hitting his shoulder with her black clutch. he could consider himself lucky they were in public or yewon would have hunted him across the backyard with the pocket knife that was in her small bag. almost in high dudgeon, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, suddenly embarrassed over her wardrobe as taekyung's loose tongue couldn't stay in his goddamn mouth. "i-- i couldn't find any-- don't look at my tits, okay?!" she said, furrowing her brows and throwing a gloomy gaze his way. the flowy dress of song ahyoung just disappeared around the corner and the short glimpse of it reminded yewon of why she had approached the hunter in the first place. "so, is the room contaminated? do we need pest control? quarantine? because clearly you are sick!" she shuddered at the thought, the image of taekyung awkwardly stuffing his shirt in his pants would never leave her mind. "by the way. your fly is open." just put yewon out of her misery, please.

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brjiho:

the way the blush paints yewon’s cheeks makes a warmth bloom in her own chest. no matter how much time passed and even with a mask concealing her eyes nothing could change the way she was drawn to yewon, the way her eyes always looked fo hers even though they were no longer together. jiho wondered if she would ever truly be free from the spell yewon wove on her, but her hand squeezes her grounding her from floating away and an easy smile spreads across her face. 

“don’t be so pouty, you look gorgeous of course always having to out do me in everything aren’t you?” she teases her lightly, lets her eyes appreciate the enchanting beauty of her former love. it was, she keeps her hand linked with yewon’s swinging it lightly between them, the other hand pressed lightly into her hip, a subtle attempt to keep her in her proximity. truth be told with yewon here she had less desire to gather intel than she did to dance with her and perhaps something more? but she knew those days were over, she knew that she was a bit foolish to believe that yeown would even for a moment drop her guard to bask in each others presence, but maybe she could convince her to join her in a dance. keep a better eye on the leeches if you blend in right?

she shrugs, “nothing out of the ordinary, just animals giving into their baser instincts.” she remarks, it was difficult to remain saintlike with every temptation being offered on a silver platter, it was so easy to lose yourself to the atmosphere, however this party even with its added extravagance was no different so far in regards to other intel jobs she pulled at vampire clubs.  “how about you, found anything worthwhile or are you too busy frowning to enjoy yourself? such beautiful lips deserve to be graced with a smile.” she adds coyly. 

the older hunter not backing away from her touch and instead fully holding onto her hand awakened something within yewon. something that found its way back onto the surface everytime she woke up at the crack of dawn to the cold side of the bed where jiho used to sleep. or when a long day found its end and she returned home only to see the mess she had left behind in the kitchen hadn't magically cleaned up itself like it did when jiho was still around. it awakened the feeling of missing the small moments. not the fancy dinners, expensive vacations and big parties they attended together. while they were all greatly appreciated, it was the little things that still stung yewon's heart. made the world feel a bit lonelier. slightly emptier. their fingers remained intertwined. "please. did you even take a look in the mirror? i'm appalled you're not drowning in admirers right now," she said truthfully. then again, deep within herself yewon was worshipping her enough to make up for the entirety of the party attendees. jiho's answer made yewon's eyes wander. not everyone had the decency to seek a private corner to give into their primitive desires. blood and saliva was being exchanged left and right, busy lackeys trying their best to keep everything clean so the rest who didn't have the desire to bury their teeth into some plump flesh could enjoy the party still. it was sickening to say the last. the smell of iron was in the air and it started to mix with the sweetness of the cocktails that were being passed out at the bar, a deadly combination. literally. "animals indeed," yewon agreed, releasing a little sigh before her eyes went back to feasting on jiho's body. eventually, the comment did make her giggle, finally gracing jiho with the smile she had been waiting for. "oh, you, shut up already," yewon dismissed her, gently poking the other's side that was so perfectly hugged by her dress. "no, all i found was taekyung who proved to be a good-for-nothing once more. maybe we're on our own for this one." it was a lie to say a gentle worry didn't creep up on her. jiho posed as a distraction for the president, whether or not she was aware of it. maybe splitting up and investigation on their own would be wiser but yewon didn't have it in her heart to leave the other's side just yet. or at all.

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sulking wasn't a good look, yewon knew that. it caused pre-mature wrinkles, something she couldn't afford. this entire job gave her the feeling she was ageing at twice the speed anyway while those goddamn vampires stayed impeccably beautiful forever. yet it was hard not to frown as her eyes grazed the dance floor, the crowd as dumb and oblivious like a herd of sheep on a meadow. what was she thinking infiltrating a masquerade ball, a place where anonymity was the highest priority. it had been a futile engagement so far and yewon saw no immediate improve to her situation when she got approached by another party goer for the first time this night. the embrace catches her off guard and yewon is ready to make the intruder of her own thoughts and silence catch some hands until they spoke up. of course, who else could have those trademark raven curls, the captive brown eyes analyzing the environment's every move and now yewon was their target. her tense shoulders relaxed ever so slightly upon the realization that jiho had just pulled her into a loving embrace, she just about managed to not release a sigh of relief and regret. the other hunter's comment made yewon blush ever so slightly under her mask, hoping jiho wouldn't notice. "i didn't plan coming here and that was the only thing i felt was fit for the occasion. forgive my ignorance, i should have known you would recognize me," she apologizes, somewhat embarrassed for being exposed this easily. she performed her best attempt not to look the other up and down but jiho's alluring ... everything was too hard too ignore. she looked like a million bucks. more than that, maybe the number that im hyunmin's bank account read. her hand seeks jiho's, giving it a gentle squeeze. she wondered when she would stop searching for the proximity of the other, when it would start getting easier. "how is it going?"

@bryewon

when she was handed the invitation to the vampires party she wouldn’t deny she wasn’t exactly turned off by the thought of doing intel at a party. granted she was a bit disappointed she couldn’t bring any weapons but she as able to just conceal a throwing knife in the garter of the dress she was wearing to this event. hey you could never be too careful around these leeches. she had donned a black lace mask over her eyes, and was appreciative of the anonymity it lent, she was able to scan through the sea of people. a mix of vampires and humans. lights flashing as the bass pumped through the speakers of the song playing.

jiho slips easily through the people her eyes scanning the area watching as people partook in all sorts of debauched activity. things that wouldn’t easily avert the eyes of the hunter, but she chose to turn a blind eye when she caught fangs gleaming under the light, she empties a flute of champagne down her throat setting the glass down on a tray as a passes by. her gaze falls on her and for a moment everything seems to slow down all at once. there she moves through the crowd cautiously, eyes alert. even hidden behind a mask there was no mistaking the gown. 

always the mother bear, never too far behind to watch after her cubs. there was yewon looking as stunning as ever, still able to take jiho’s breath away and she smirks, deliberately walking towards, her hips swaying as she approaches her former girlfriend. she goes in for a hug, lips painted scarlet, in her heels she’s just a couple inches taller than her, she leans down a bit purposefully, a hand sits featherlight on her waist to everyone else she was greeting a friend, “if you were going to spy on us yewon, you could have should have hidden the dress you were going to wear further into your closet.” 

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have you ever seen a woman so smol and so powerful? 

a 26 year old binch who makes sure hunters don't fuck shit up (wow she really fails @ this huh????)

to quote myself: the kind of bitch to bring a knife to a gun fight and still win

WILL punch you

WON'T be sorry

a child of the seaside, born and raised in busan

the oldest of four siblings whom she all loves dearly

her mother was a hunter and died on a mission hunting a level e vampire because she got ambushed and had no chance :-(

her dad was always a passive, reserved person and his wife's death only fueled those traits and put him in an apathetic state, he basically only worked, ate and slept

which promoted yewon to a parental figure and she had to start caring for her siblings

it created quite the rift between them bc she wanted to be their friend & sister, someone they look up to but also had to be strict and enforce rules so their entire dynamic of got flipped upside down :-(

ANYWAY after yewon shakingly finished high school she decided she wanted to follow her mother's footsteps and become a hunter which made her dad mad bc he wanted her to become something "Proper" to bring money home for the family and not fall into the same pit of death as yewon's mum did

but ultimately he didn't care enough about life to stop her from becoming a hunter lol and yewon juggled several part time jobs simultaneously to training and it brought her to the edge of burning out tbh

BUT she met the beautiful talented amazing funny fantastic breathtaking larkspur aka jiho :-) who took her under her wing and revised yewon's training methods and she quickly improved under the more experienced guidance

from mentor to friend to lover? WHO WOULD HAVE THUNK

they fell in mad phat love huh

and while yewon is a good hunter jiho saw the leader and caretaker potential within her so she pushed for yewon to become president of the hunters' association

which also meant she had to leave busan and her family for seoul but now the paychecks she sends home are bigger than ever so yay

All Was Well for like 1 second until seungjae had to do what he does AND FUCK SHIT UP and yewon deadass feels responsible because maybe ?? is she hadn't been busy with jiho and focused more on her work she would have gathered better intel for seungjae ?? and things could have been differently ??

the longer she delayed taking actions the heavier the pressure got from people for her to finally announce a punishment and she decided to exile him which kills her inside, she felt like sending her own brother away :'-(

so yewon and jiho broke up bc lil miss president couldn't forgive herself for what had happened and through her job she grew harder and colder while still wanting to show kindness to her hunters sigh how messy

taekyung *eyes emoji*

ara *eyes emoji*

... bogum?! *confused eyes emoji*

o yea peaceful co-existence between vamps and humans is headassery

she honestly just wants to fight

fight her

do it

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she shouldn't be here. yewon knew that. she knew it and every fiber of her being felt the urge to turn around and go home. simultaneously she couldn't shake off the other feeling that had started to comfortably nestle itself deep within her core, somewhere between her ribs. it was worry. eating her up like always. yielding, wielding, catching fire through mere thoughts bolting building up inside her head. a pile of what ifs and maybes that wouldn't let her rest. the decision had been made when she bought a mask last minute and dug out a dress from the back of her closet. luck was on her side when she tried it on and it still fit like it was made for her. maybe in the end she was meant to be here, maybe that was just what she told herself to not feel so guilty. it wasn't distrust that had made her slip into the large crowd at the warehouse. it wasn't doubt in her hunters' abilities or suspicion about conspiracies. ultimately, it was the need to be protective that was overwhelming her with every step she took, even as she sipped on a drink, eyes wandering through the crowd. this forsaken wannabe god of a ceo really outdid himself and yewon couldn't hope but feel like im hyunmin knew exactly what he did when he announced the theme to be a masquerade ball. the anonymity was unsettling and at the same time it was what granted her the opportunity to be unnoticed by those close to her. the edge of tension was inching closer to her heart as yewon struggled to make out anyone she knew. until the universe came to her aid with a hint, a tall and annoying one at that. the lean figure of choi taekyung squeezed himself through a door, a poor attempt at going unnoticed. 'put your mask on, idiot', yewon thought, which he did mere seconds after. the awkward motion of adjusting his outfit and eyes hurriedly scanning his remote environment made yewon's brows furrow. what the hell did he get into this time? maybe it was time to dish out an assbeating. half the way had been put behind her when after figure escape the same door taekyung had just slipped out of. she looked like out of this world, too elegant and noble for a godforsaken place like this. she, too, had forgotten about her mask for just the brink of a second but it was enough to make yewon identify her as song ahyoung, the oldest sister of the trio. the sight of her didn't ease the president's sentient, on the contrary. it gave fuel to her steps as she approached taekyung, easy to spot him through the crowd thanks to his height while yewon was drowning in people. "what the hell did you do?!" she hissed when she finally reached him, one hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving. putting down her mask wasn't necessary, she knew he would recognize her voice and tone out of a hundred. too many times she had lectured him, too often they had exchanges similar to this. / / @brtaekyung

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