for the freshmen at seoul national university, the biggest things to worry about are the workload and the all-nighters.
for a freshman who's also a newborn vampire, like jake, the biggest things to worry about are the sunlight and the ever-present hunger.
he has heard of college being an experience, all capital letters, but no one's ever told him what to do if he becomes a killing machine with little to no control, recently removed from all things familiar and home, having to live a whole new life among strangers on top of hiding what he really is.
his wardrobe is fairly consistent now-a-days, all full-sleeved hoodies and long-sleeved gloves and trousers and jeans, with an explanation of having sensitive skin on the tip of his tongue, if anyone happens to ask. he no longer needs to sleep and the result comes out as perfectly finished assignments and dark circles under his eyes which make people stare. his naturally brown hair has darkened to a pitch black, and his pupils bleed red under dim lighting like a pair of blood moons.
the strangest thing post-transformation so far, is probably how he finds himself hanging from the rafters of his rented basement, in bat form, when he gets a little too immersed in his undead research, and forgets to remind himself that he was a human before all this.
the hardest thing, however?
it's the thirst.
all his senses are fine-tuned, now. he can hear things he never could before. like the heart of his landlord beating away, four floors up. like the blood of the lady who lives above him, pumping through her veins as she walks around, trying to lull her crying infant to sleep. like jang wonyoung's thumb tearing on the edge of her notebook, the sharp grain of the factory-manufactured paper slicing her skin open, making venom well in his mouth, in the middle of a physics lecture.
he hates it.
he hates how he's perpetually hungry all the time. he hates how he has to be careful of the way he walks and talks, lest he end up becoming whatever monster did this to him. he hates how he loves the tangy smell of blood and longs to taste iron and rust upon his tongue, to finally soothe the ache of his desert-dry throat.
most of all, he hates himself.
he hates how he never had, and will probably never have, the courage to let go when he should.
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he's ensconced behind a pillar, and tucked himself into a ball to try and preserve some warmth under his clothes. these days, he's almost always chilly, be it sun or rain, and since wearing more than one layer would be beyond weird in the public eye, he's been suffering from the shivers for over a week, every time he's out and about.
it's lunchtime now and he's got thirty minutes before his next class, so, he's trying to get as much of a shut-eye as he can, out of this. it's a good spot that he's found here, a place mostly free of students and teachers, where he can relax and get a break from his hind brain urging him to just pounce on those potential living and breathing blood bags, and bite and take-
"hey, are you thirsty?"
he almost jumps out of his skin.
scrambling to his feet, he looks up at the boy who just asked him what?
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too fragile for your love (too strong for your heart)
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