anticipation - stray kids

pulchritudinous

(n.) having incredible physical beauty

shiver - coldplay

"i'll always be here waiting for you"

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still 6 years ago

to say jeongin had been unprepared for his journey into proper civilisation was an understatement. 

first of all, what the fuck?

pink hair? that's a thing?

what the fuck is that metal contraption on wheels? 

where are all the candles and lanterns? are the flames now trapped in those glass things that hang from the ceiling?

why are the buildings so tall?

why are the streets so busy?

where are all the trees?

why did so many people have such short hair?

why did it seem like everyone was staring at him?

jeongin felt even more insecure as he felt probably hundreds of eyes on him as he shuffled through the unfamiliar cityscape.

a few people blatantly stared, not even trying to hide it and be polite. most just discreetly took glances here and there as their conversation topics slowly changed to the bruised, frail, skinny, and extremely pale young man with long gorgeous black hair cascading down his back with little plaits braided in here and there.

jeongin knew he looked like complete shit, while the journey had only taken two days, he hadn't eaten for three days prior to his departure, his skin was scratched from the bushes, bleeding and bruised from other things.

he gulped, slowly looking to the signs that hung from each building. it seemed like clothing was being sold here. jeongin definitely needed new clothes, his were holey, stained and drenched. 

unfortunately, jeongin knew the currency would be different here due to the multiple people just whipping out coloured notes with large sums written on them.

so, much to his inner dismay, jeongin maintained his steady pace. walking through the strange place with no specific destination in mind.

he knew running away like that was stupid, especially without necessary survival skills and supplies. but it was too late to turn back and he was only just realising that this could be how he died.

while an elf can choose between mortality and immortality and can switch between the two when needed, the immortality was just a reassurance that they wouldn't die of old age, disease, or being murdered.

without food and water, yang jeongin was toast.

at least he got to experience this, otherwise valkahain knows what could've happened when he became of age. they could've killed him or worse, chopped down his spirit tree.

his dark eyes swept across the sea of humans, his insides churning at his brain's reminder of just how destructive their race was.

as his body was nudged by the passing bodies, his eyes found a pair of curious red ones.

the blood red eyes bore into his, searching for answers as to why there was a shivering young elf alone in a bustling modern city.

jeongin felt as if he were slowly being pulled into a trap, this gaze was different from the rest, it seemed to understand and it wasn't human. he could tell just from this strangers eyes. it was a vampire. 

slowly, he approached the eyes, watching as a body slowly became visible.

fluffy red hair was the first thing jeongin noticed.

in his village, the brightest red you could find was a fiery gingery tone, but that was nothing compared to the crimson hair that sat upon the vampire's head.

he seemed rather tall, skinny, like jeongin, but not unhealthily, unlike jeongin, his thin frame was bundled up in black trackie pants and an oversized black hoodie with words jeongin couldn't understand embroidered on it.

"you're not supposed to be here," the vampire had muttered over the busy chatter of the street.

"nor are you," jeongin replied, his croaky with dehydration.

"it doesn't make a difference, no one except trained vampires and elves can tell the difference between a rural and a royal," the blood-eyed stranger continued, "you on the other hand. you could get killed for being out here."

"so could you."

"but your risk is higher."

the boy abruptly stood from the table, startling jeongin with the rigidness of it.

"come," he said as he grabbed his bag and the coffee cup, "lets get you somewhere safe."

"why should i trust you? the stories i've heard about your kind are akin to those of triorda being reborn."

the strange boy frowned, before walking up to jeongin and sticking his arm out.

"kim seungmin, 21 years old, i was banished from my community because i dreamt of travelling the world, just as you did i assume."

the corners of jeongin's mouth lifted a little at this, he'd found someone just like him.

a person with no purpose, constantly being belittled and shunned because of how they looked, all the while being a traveler at heart.

"yang jeongin, 20 years old, i ran away from my village before i was banished for looking the way i do."

and with that, jeongin stuck his hand into seungmin's and shook it in an agreement that they were alike in more ways than one despite looking as similar as cherries and burnt wood.

maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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present time

it was official.

jisung despised being alive.

sure being alive meant good food, movies, stars, friends, and the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.

but it also meant being forced to watch the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen pining after another annoyingly pretty boy.

he was the boy from jisung's dreams.

the one he was supposed to spend every waking moment searching for to fulfill his purpose as a pheonix. the one he was supposed to breathe, eat, and sleep for. the reason he was alive.

but also the reason he was trapped in this neverending cycle. this constant torment of heartbreak and unrequited love.

because in every universe myungwoo appeared, so would his lover.

so, as jisung sat there in the ice rink watching minho and chan skate around holding hands while hyunjin continuously fell on his ass, he wanted nothing more than to simply die.

this was the boy he was made for, the boy that was made for him. and yet here he was, hopelessly in love with another.

it wasn't fair that they could happily go about their lives while unknowingly destroying jisung's.

he wanted to hate them, he really did.

but pretty people are so annoyingly hard to dislike.

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guess who completely forgot this existed for a solid five months!!

(i promise it was accidental)

- vera (hyunwaffles)