the freaks come out at night

two bones are better than one

 Yoongi doesn't typically go to The Creature. Partially because he hates crowds. And bars. And people. He honestly prefers drinking by himself, sad and hopelessly alone in his apartment.

But mostly it's because he's, well. Human.

And while humans are welcome at The Creature, it doesn't make him feel any less weird about standing out as a living, breathing, boring guy in the midst of so many different types of living, dead, and undead people.

It's Taehyung's fault.

"Alright, look, as much as I love to watch you cry into your ice cream bucket every Saturday night after work, you need to have a good time every once in awhile," said vampire hums. Yoongi pouts. "You're, like, my only human friend. I want to boast."

"And by bringing me to The Creature, you think I'll have a good time?" Yoongi shoots back, burrowing more into his couch and crossing his arms.

"I don't know. Maybe you'll find someone."

"I hate people."

"You're in luck, some of them aren't people."

"Bite me."

"I would if you let me." Yoongi rolls his eyes when Taehyung turns to him, smiling with his fangs like he's so fucking great. He isn't. He's stupid and Yoongi doesn't want to give in just because he's being annoying. "C'mon. Come with me, you can bail if you totally, absolutely, completely hate it."

"...No."

"Yoongi."

"No."

---

And, so, he's at The Creature.

It's the day before Halloween, so it's more packed than usual. Mostly filled with non-human people, or at least more creature than human. Yoongi feels...uneasy. Out of place. Like he's intruding.

He's not opposed. To being attracted to a creature, that is. He's just unconfident in his ability to be interesting and attractive, and therefore, he automatically assumes that anybody, creature or not, would not like him.

Also, he's kind of super gay, super trans, and super mean. Put all those together and you've found yourself a high-maintenance partner.

"I hate you," Yoongi mumbles as he follows Taehyung into the rest of the bar. Or club? A little bit of both, actually. Club-bar with lots of room for dancing, performing, and- And apparently, stripper poles. Yoongi wants to go to bed.

"Shut up and suck it up," Taehyung sighs as he holds onto Yoongi's wrist and pulls him further until they've stopped at a small booth with a group of five other people. "Hey, guys!"

"Tae, you're late!" someone at the end says. "And you brought a friend!"

"I brought my friend, Yoongi," Taehyung introduces, and pulls Yoongi forward, forcing him to interact. "This is the gang. Y'know, the one I always talk about."

"Yeah, yeah," Yoongi mumbles. "I'm Yoongi." He gives a half-hearted wave of greeting and inwardly sighs.

"I'm Namjoon!" the guy who had greeted them first shouts, loudly. "I'm a zombie."

"Yeah, we so couldn't tell by your ear falling off again," someone with a white-sullen face says. Namjoon shoots his hand up to check and frowns when he feels that his ear is sliding from the stitches keeping it in place.

"I forgot to do them again this morning," he frowns, fixing it back where it belongs.

"Idiot." The sullen-faced guy waves his hand. "Seokjin. Ghoul."