stay. [bts/taekook vampire fanfic]

iii.chapter

Hoseok adores Seoul during the night-time. He loves the rush; enjoys the certain type of chaos it offers. Popular places are filled with tourists, no matter what season of the year it is. The owners of shops on the night markets eagerly offer their services. Students fill up bars and clubs in need to forget the daily pressure they are constantly under. Street artists try to sell their work, many times living only from hand to mouth, filled with hope they will at some point be noticed by someone important. The faces of them all are illuminated by neon lights, stomachs filled with street food and hearts careless for a moment.

They could all be compared to blood cells making their way through the pulsing veins which keep the city constantly alive. Not many of these people are aware of the dangers luring from every corner. Maybe they have some sense of the mundane one, but none of them realise they could be met with something much worse. Despite the crowdedness, the streets pose a perfect environment for hunt if you are one of those that don't care about getting caught.

Or for those who are looking for you.

Last week, after they came back from the hunt, they spent the whole weekend discussing the approach they should choose. None of them got enough sleep, because they spent all their time over maps of Seoul, circling the areas where he had been seen, and going through portfolios of those that had been attacked. In the end, they decided to create two groups. Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon would go to the streets, while the rest would stay at home and prepare all the things necessary. 

Part of the plan was finding one of the next victims. That wasn't that hard — Namjoon figured it out four days in advance, on Tuesday. The thing is, the boy obviously has a type: he always attacks pimps from one particular business, and he apparently likes to show himself to the person he is planning to attack. He most likely does it to give them a sign, almost as if he was saying: You are the next one. I am coming for you. This made all the previous victims start acting strange, like a prey which knows their time is about to come, but still not exactly sure when that will be.

Neither of them wanted to think about why he chose those people. They didn't want to jump to conclusions, and if they accomplish their goal tonight, they will surely find out later on. If he is willing to talk, of course.

And if things don't go terribly wrong. That is a possibility none of them want to think of, but they do regardless.

Hoseok looks around him while sitting on a bench. He scans the crowd in front of him, looking for any familiar faces. Taehyung is on the opposite side of the road, keeping track of another busy street. "Have you seen anything?" Hoseok asks, knowing he is within his earshot. The younger boy shakes his head without looking at him, casually leaning against a building, his hands hidden in the pockets of jeans jacket. 

Namjoon did some digging, and they knew for sure the victim was supposed to have a meeting in one of the fancy restaurants. Namjoon is sitting only few tables away from the guy, and he is texting Hoseok all the necessary information — there is no one suspicious inside. 

What if he isn't coming tonight?

The thought has crossed Hoseok's mind many times already. What if his abilities allow him to sense them? What if he knows they are here, waiting? From the data Namjoon collected, it was less than likely. He showed them camera shots of the boy attacking, and it seemed he didn't have anything planned out beforehand. Everything he did appeared to be purely instinctive.

Hoseok's phone buzzes in his hand, receiving a text from Namjoon. He is leaving. The man comes out of the restaurant seconds later. He is dressed in an expensive grey suit, and Hoseok can sense his nervousness from meters away. Nervousness and fear. He frantically looks around, fiddling with his hands.