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― he wondered if he would ever be capable of saying no to her -- and if she was to ask that, too, he would find himself unable to give a negative. seunghee was his weak spot, and the realization had hit him like a truck, yet another secret he was to keep his vault that was brimming with those, close to the edge about to spill. so, when her eyes had fallen upon the invitation with his name gracefully scribble on the envelope, he already knew he was fated to pave the way to the parties with lies, so she wouldn’t stumble upon the ugly truth that surrounded their lives. 

“ remember, it’s a themed party. ” he repeated the same thing to what was the 100th time in the night, probably. sejoo had quickly woven a story, one that even he would buy in a good day. “ and the host really loves all the excess his money can buy, so... ” he sighed heavily, looking at her sideways before looking forward again. “ i am not sure you’re prepared to it all. ” he was half joking, of course. thing that the soft smile that tugged on his lips gave away -- but still, he feared. his mom would kill him, if she finds out.

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― was that a habit or an addiction? he couldn’t really tell. his entire life sejoo had been surrounded by vampires -- his reality was one very much different from others around him. at school, he didn’t have many friends -- having to commute absurd hours to the nearest school, and when he finally reached high school, he had became the mysterious guy every one wanted but that nobody seemed to get the attention.

and he didn’t mind, much. he liked that aura, he liked to be untouchable somewhere, unreachable to someone; and then he met her. 

at first, sejoo only heard stories -- of some witch not so subtle,not really trying to hide her powers or rituals; and then, his best friends had told him that the vampires had a witch, and her powers were unfathomable. curiosity, as always would get the best of him -- but everything inhabited the unbelievable, until he had seen her with his own two eyes. 

and then, never left her since then. 

she always warned him no to touch her stuff, so, he roamed around her room with hands behind his back, walking slowly so his head wouldn’t hit any of her herbs hanging on the ceiling. it was funny how somehow he would always end up there -- as if he was pulled towards her, every time. “ so, you’re not telling me what you need from me, again? ”

 he was so used to the pull he felt whenever he was around her, that he didn’t even need to turn to see she had entered the room. “ and, is this some sort of, i don’t know? hidden message speall? how do i always know when you want me to be here? ”

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— when he was seven, he had learned that ansook was important in a way he would never understand fully, and in a way he would never be, himself. he was precious, like a gem, and treasured like one, too. the charming prince had grown surrounded by care and luxury and secrecy. the lonely prince had been ripped away of too many things way too soon. 

for sejoo, though, ansook was his friend. he remembers the youngest cha peering from behind siwon’s shoulder the first time they met -- and he remembers how he smiled with his cute dimple and shining little teeth. 

how could any of them be dangerous, like they were told to be?

now, sejoo knew them too well, and also knew they were fairly more deadly than he had once doubted them to be; he had grown up surrounded by vampires -- and he happened to have two of them as his best friends.

he walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets, making his way to the night dorms as the night fell. weekends were free for them to do what they waned responsibly -- but not when you were them. “ c’mon princess, we gotta go fast. the party won’t wait us forever. ” he spoke loud enough under ansook’s window, knowing his friend would listen to him clear enough.

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ft. ╱ zeminbr

❛·° closed — @brsejoo.

          HE TRIED NOT TO THINK ABOUT it anymore: all it ever did was open old wounds that didn’t heal correctly ( they never did and they never would ). loss wasn’t a weight that diminished with time — all it did was wear him down, and zemin was tired of being tired. he was tired of the anger, the bitterness, but at the end of the day anger was such a simple feeling compared to anything else. he wore it like armor on a soldier. he wore it without regrets.

even then, the boy broke, every once in a while, and the universe reminded him just how lonely he was — and that maybe, he truly stood alone in his struggles. he remembered a simpler time, one where sejoo had been one of many colors he painted his days with, and zemin had clung onto the older in hopes of maybe, just maybe, one day being something more.

puppy love was pathetic. he had learned the hard way.

when zemin lost his parents he had lost sejoo too — ridding himself of the older, discarding him like their friendship had never mattered. but it had, and seeing him around inevitably still hurt from time to time. 

it was just his luck that he found himself accidentally locked into a smaller reading room in the library alone with sejoo. the door was jammed and zemin let out another groan as he tried to break it down once more, not being able to stand the thought of another minute shared with sejoo. soon though, the young hunter had to admit the defeat. «fuck this fucking door.»

— he choked on his secrets daily. secrets that weren’t his, secrets that were pored inside of his mouth and made it run down his throat against his wished, secrets that were well kept inside of him and had started to corrode him from inside out. those secrets, he knew, would suffocate him one day.

but for as long as they didn’t kill him, they made sure to destroy everything around him -- as if it was poison, the secrets had made him lethal, too. poisonous being that could not keep anything genuine around himself, for he had always to keep waltzing around the true essence of his ephemeral presence. 

it was ugly, it was unfair. that the only friends he had  left would be the ones to bury him for keeping their secrets from everyone else. 

sejoo would be lying if he said he didn’t miss zemin. the younger boy was someone whose presence was strong, whose presence didn’t fade that easily -- and still, he had been ripped apart by his duty as a keeper and came back as one piece of the game. he didn’t blame zemin for hating him -- he, too, hated himself every time he looked at seunghee and had to swallow the words that dared to escape from his mouth every time; he, too, hated himself for making zemin suffer more than he already was. 

and like he had said, his presence was hard to miss; but with his eyes cast to the book in front of him, sejoo lazily took notes for the his work in progress as he hear the other male’s struggles from across the room; he felt his need of escaping, his anger irradiating from him like hot waves rolling in his direction. “ please, don’t break the door. ” he spoke loud enough, not looking at him as he still took notes. “ i know you’re all buff boy now, but this door is old and irreplaceable and expensive. my mom will have to pay for it. ”

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ft. ╱ brsiwon

          SIWON DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO befriend people without leaving a piece of his soul with them, vampire or human. he didn’t know how to love without loving himself to pieces, but there were those he would willingly do so for — and sejoo was one of them. 

he didn’t want to think about their obvious differences and where that would inevitably lead them with time. he had seen people come and go before, but loss was never easy to comprehend, and losing sejoo would mean losing part of himself. he wasn’t ready to see his best friend go: not now, not ever. yet sejoo’s timeline would only be a fraction of siwon’s own.

so he didn’t want to think about it. instead he sat by the desk in his room, momentarily haven given up on studying as he scrolled through news on his phone, sejoo’s presence being a comfortable familiarity to him. that was, until he spoke. «what ?» he asked back, nervous chuckle escaping him before he could stop. he could try his luck, attempt to change the subject or even lie, but sejoo knew him too well for that to even be an option. he admitted the defeat with a sigh. «is it that obvious ?»

― the familiarity of that moment covered him like a blanket; he felt comfortable, he felt safe, he felt at home; as if he truly belonged there. siwon was his first friend, and, with him, came ansook -- but what they shared as first strangers to then best friend could never be replaced. 

and he only wished to never be forgotten in the forever ahead of his best friend. 

sejoo only chuckled, eyebrows rising slightly at his friend’s tone. he had no idea if that was true or not, but siwon was too pure and he had given himself away just that easily -- he wished to be like him, at times. to be able to be someone so full of love and care that it poured down at every action. 

“ i mean, you just gave it away to me. ” sejoo laughed, propping himself on his elbow to take a better look at his friend’s reaction. he had no idea who the girl was, or how far either had advanced, he only expected to help him somehow. “ so, what are you going to do? ”

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ft. ╱ brsong

here’s some advice, free of charge: when inviting an alumnus to speak on behalf of your school, make sure to put their full name on the invitation. see, ‘miss song’ could’ve referred to anyone. ara decided it referred to her. this is the reason she’s sat atop the desk that once belonged to a teacher who adored her, but is now looking at her in sheer terror as she told a bunch of enthralled students – and her sister – about her amazing time as a pupil of keuroseu.

“to sum it up: you can take a gap year. you can barely attend class. you can graduate with honors. as long as you’re me. thank you.” alright. she’s embarrassed ahin enough. that’ll teach her for ‘borrowing’ her dress without asking. today, keuroseu has been enlightened. it’s with a curtsy and a final sweet smile that she hops off the desk, making her exit right as the bell rings. perfect timing.

only to spot a familiar face as she’s leaving. “sejoo!” it’s always a pleasure to see him, though she’s surprised to. “were you waiting for me—how did you know i was here?” he’s most likely there for someone else, but it’s her birthday month (two days!) and that meant everything is about her.

― ara was refreshing, from her presence to her curiosity to her ever present remarks that made him laugh even when he imagined he couldn’t. she was something else, entirely. the song sisters had always intrigued him, in a way -- three girls of distinct manner, capable of making your deepest desires to materialize in front of you with a blink of their eyes -- and still, they looked like dreams, themselves. 

still, ara was the one he connected could approach, for the oldest was unreachable to him and the youngest was too busy to care for mere humans like himself. but not with her, ara made him feel okay for being simply -- feeble and mortal, compared to immortal beings like themselves. 

“ do you forget i know about everything that happens here? ” he looked around, stretching his free arm -- the one that wasn’t holding a small velvet box on his palm --  to show the empty space on his side. “ this place is like an extension of my own body, i can see everything. ” he chuckled, “ but a little bird told me you are here, when you were supposed not to? an invitation, really? ”

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ft. ╱  brseunghee

    the sun dorm leader and the school president walking side by side after day classes were over. not an uncommon sight. even less atypical was for seunghee to receive appetizing dishes from the headmistress (and her on-campus mom), all delivered by her son to seunghee’s hands. as soon as she got to her room, she would safeguard the kimchi she had been presented with today.

seunghee hugged the container close to her chest. she was happy, but experienced nostalgia at the same time. she commented on how much she missed her own mother’s cooking. then, sejoo nodded distracted. he had never tasted her food. whatever came out of her mouth seemed to be white noise. he was always chasing cherubs in the sky — even though those earthbound were his favorite.

❝i see. you completely agree there should be more opportunities for the day class and the night class to meet? we can tell your mother,❞ she stopped dead on her tracks. seunghee tried to put him in a difficult position with her questions, originally unrelated to her previous monologue. it was with no ill intention, but she could not let pass this chance to give him a lesson. maybe have a little fun with his reaction.

― she had caught him on act of not paying attention -- once again. it had became an habit, even though he didn’t know if she knew what was crossing his mind ( and in reality, he didn’t know himself what made his mind wander every time she was beside him. a wisp of hair, a soft laugh, an eyelash resting on her cheek when she was looking at him)

sunghee was a distraction to his mind, at the say time she was a balm to his soul. an oasis, even; why did she have to feel so much like home? “ what? ” he noticed that she was no longer by his side a couple of steps later, when the wind carried her voice to his ear and he no longer could see the top of her head as he tried no to stare at her. 

and with that, he smiled softly. “ i mean, i don’t see any problems with that. ” he shrugged -- if she knew of the truth, only, she would understand the source of his hidden humour. “ if you are up for some extra hours, of course. ”

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― years beside him had granted such comfort. sejoo still remembers when the siwon smiled at him, and small fangs glistened against the lights of his living room -- surreal, fascinating. his first friend ever, so mesmerizing in way he could never be. 

sejoo learned from him and ansook many things, that they weren’t to feed on the same chocolate he smuggled from his mother’s office to share with them on weekends, that playing fight with them would only make purple bruises bloom against your frail skin, that they were so much more -- while you were only human. 

that, one day, you would leave them forever. 

and in fears of this day to come, he had made himself at home in the arms of his best friend, relying on the few years for him and in the many years for you that you had ahead. 

sejoo laid on siwon’s bed, eyes glued on the phone he held in front of his face as his muscles relaxed slowly from simply being there. “ so, what are you going to do this weekend? ” his question came naturally, still, interest was at bay. “ finally asking that girl you fancy out? ” 

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― the college grounds never failed to make him feel like home. from it’s ancient buildings to it’s forests that granted leaves rustling at your feet any time of the year, from old books stacked into shelves with layers and layers of untouched dust to the giggles that always hang in the air coming from somewhere, going nowhere. maybe it was it’s airs, maybe it was the fact he had actually grown up there. 

but it never felt like it when she wasn’t there. 

light footsteps barely made a sound as they made their way back after class, dusk falling upon them and, with that, another duty right around the corner. seunghee, herself, felt like home to him -- with her dark locks of hair getting entangled by the wind as she tried to keep its loose strands off of her lips, secure grip around her books, eyes barely glancing at him as she spoke of something he no longer payed attention to. distracted, again.

and she was the one to blame, again. 

“ mhm. ” he nodded, attentive eyes on his companion, quickly diverging the moment hers dared to look at him, taking in the sight ahead. nothing felt like home when she wasn’t there, indeed. “ i completely agree with you. ”

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― he knew he was going out of his way, that he was supposed to be fulfilling his duties as dorm leader, that he was supposed to be finishing his final work that was due the end of that week and that he hasn’t even started. sejoo had a lot of responsibilities that, some times, he didn’t put any efforts into remembering them. 

but he always remembered her. he stood by the entrance of the night class’ facilities, knowing well of her schedule thanks to the privileges of being the headmistress’ son -- thing he kept a secret, for no one was to know that he stepped some boundaries to his own benefits. 

ara’s birthday was in two days and, even though he had a present in mind, he still felt like it wasn’t enough for her -- and sejoo suspected the feeling would never fade away. leaning against the cold stone wall, he waited patiently for her class to end, a soft smile on his face as he patiently waited for her.

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i am this free ride on sejoo’s intro to tell y’all to watch nct ‘chain’ m/v thank you have a good day.

jung sejoo / 23 / virgo

idk why but it made sense for him to be a virgo okay eoieuhgieurhg

okay sejoo is the son of the headmistress & before she was headmistress she was the school president and then a professor. 

she got pregnant really young, when she was 23 and then his father happened to leave them when he was only two. 

it didn’t stop his mom to achieve everything she had to achieve, being the wonderful self-sufficient hero that she is.

so yes, sejoo grew up on campus basically. and yes, if there’s someone who knows every little secret of that place, that someone is him

(we’ll get back to it)

he grew up with the vamps too :// knowing of their existence and being told that it’s the biggest secret of his life

so basically he’s hanna montana, with the best of both worlds 

he is the dorm leader, a really helpful dude ok pretty reliable

depends on seunghee a lot it’s cute

he is a history graduate 

the things is, sejoo isn’t sure of what he really wants. he grew up in the shadow of his mother, grew up with the amazing vampires and their powers, he is underwhelming at best and he knows of it 

not sure for how long it will be enough to only be the “golden boy”

(not that he knows how to move on from it)

great at keeping secrets 

even better in bed but this is also a secret IUREOIUGHEIGH 

women are his life he worships them so much 

not....very good at relationships but he won’t break your heart

ok i have a lot of headcanons but this makes no sense i will probably write something soon

hit me up for plots honestly 

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dumpling.

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soft & warm