Bloody Good Time

FOUR

Baekhyun picked out his clothes carefully. He didn't know what Chanyeol meant by "clubbing clothes", so he picked something he thought could work. He quickly dressed, moving to look at himself in the full body mirror that rested against a far wall.

He had on a navy blue button-up. White, tropical leaves scattered around it. The left side of the shirt was tucked into a pair of light blue jeans. Small rips adorning the fabric on his thighs. He also decided to loop a thin rope-like string through the belt loops. A fake lip ring sitting on the middle of his bottom lip.

He had found makeup in the closet too. One pallet in particular stood out too him. He opened it to see beautifully explosive shades of red and brown. He covered his eyes in a light shade of crimson. Letting the color fall under his waterline where he built it up heavier. He placed the pallet on the ground next to the glass after.

While turning away from the mirror to walk out of the room, he passed by a dresser. On top of the dresser was a small statue of a hand. Rings were pressed down the fingers. Necklaces and silver chains dangled from the middle finger. He grabbed a few, quickly putting them on, and turning back to the doors.

He opened them quietly, peaking his head out. The lounge seemed empty. Chanyeol no where to be seen. Baekhyun stepped out tentatively. The oak doors shutting loudly. He looked back at them as the sound echoed through the room.

His gaze moved across the gorgeous home. He was surprised in himself for not realizing how vampire-like it seemed the night before. Guessing his lust filled haze only let him pay attention to the tall man.

The room was filled with more paintings. Men and women dressed in formal wear. Red always heavily present. The ceiling was high, probably due to the multiple floors. A glittery chandelier hung from the ceiling. Casting a warm glow all around him. Making up for the lack of light coming through the dark curtains.

A painting seemed to stick out to the college-student especially. He couldn't tell what it was, but something about the person's gaze amazed him. He wondered closer to it. Taking in as many details as he could.

It was of another male. He seemed smaller compared to the other brooding men that decorated the walls. He had raven black hair, slicked back against his head. His skin was unbelievably pale. As if it could reflect the sun.

Baekhyun was especially intrigued by the sheer cloth around his eyes. It laid flat and was obviously see-through. His piercing eyes and high eyebrows shining through the material.

"Yixing." A voice from behind Baekhyun called

The small male spun away from the painting. Drinking in Chanyeol's attire.

He was shirtless. The only thing covering his torso was a leather jacket. Leather suit pants clung to his long legs. A thick belt keeping them up. There was something red dangling from his pocket. His own chains resting between his pecks. Nice dress shoes finishing the ensemble.

Baekhyun then noticed the older man's hair. What used to be cut short at the sides and bright red is now a long mess of chocolate brown.

Baekhyun was about to comment on said change when Chanyeol continued.

"He's a friend of mine from China. We met in the late 1500's. We were good friends for a millennia or two, but after we ran out of new towns in China, we had to move countries. Neither of us able to decide on one. So we parted ways."

Chanyeol was now in front of him, gazing at the painting.

He smiled fondly at it, "He somehow found where I lived and sent this to me in 1982. It's quite a cocky picture of himself, but it's all I physically have to remind myself of him."