bloodline ; seventeen

-17-

It didn't take Seungkwan very long to find the two teens roaming the halls of the grand manor. Just after a couple of tired steps and a hard turn down an almost chilling hallway, the duo was found speaking happily in a language the other didn't speak fluently as they conquered the walk toward their room, Seungkwan assumed. However, before either Samuel or Zhennan could even take another step, the blond man rushed toward them and spoke in a quiet, yet urgent tone. "Hey, Sammy and Zhennan! Can I talk to you for a second?" 

With a kind and polite tone, the two pulled away from their conversation and put their full focus toward Seungkwan and his frantic speech; Samuel wordlessly taking the lead to speak to the other. "Yeah, of course." He replied back with a light nature, a small chuckle lagging behind his words. "What's up?"

"Well..." It felt as if a cat caught Seungkwan's tongue. As smart and intelligent the man was, every word in his victorious vocabulary seemed to just evaporate in that very moment, leaving him with nothing but blank pages of a dictionary to work with. After a few seconds of stammering on his part, and two confused facial expression from the duo opposite to him, Seungkwan scraped words from the bottom of his skull and began to explain the situation. "Long story short, you have to sleep on the couch tonight. And before you ask why, there was an emergency and your room was the closest by." By the end of his speech, Seungkwan was left with his lungs breathless; his anxiety and worry draining every ounce of oxygen from his airways. Looking back, the vampire realized not only was his wording awkward, but his tone and breath control as he spoke added to the obvious fact that he was uncomfortable and felt out of place, Zhennan and Samuel noticing his behavior immediately. Regardless, he caught his breath as he awaited the teens across from him to process his words.

Zhennan stood there in not only shock from his words but also confusion as he didn't understand about half of his words. On the other hand, his partner in crime understood completely, answering almost immediately. "Oh...is everything okay? Is anyone hurt?" He asked with care and concern, every worst case scenarios possible entering his thoughts. Was someone hurt? Dying? Did something happen to Junhui after they had walked him back to his room? Did Wonwoo get injured during one of his missions again? All these thoughts caused the half-Korean boy to solidify with fear and worry. Sensing the other tense beside him with such emotion, out of great care, Zhennan lightly grazed and held the other's hand under his very big, over sized, black cardigan and drew small circles on the back on Samuel's hand with his thumb. The Chinese boy moved his thumb across his soft, yet gritty skin in attempt to help the other calm down in anyway possible. As the duo awaited Seungkwan's response, Samuel melted into the soft caresses of his best friend, loving every moment of it. Truly, he felt a slight release of worry from his body from the touch. Almost as if the vampire was sucking the encumbering emotions right out of his heart.

"Don't worry at all, everything is under control. We just need you room for the night." The Korean man sighed as he spoke, seeing the worry on both of their faces. From the way the brown-haired boy aimlessly chewed at his bottom lip to the way the black haired teen looked between Samuel and himself with worrisome eyes. He felt guilty for weighing them with such emotions. As a elder member of the guild he was supposed to support them and guide them, not cause them worry or sadness. Seungkwan felt as if he had failed his job morally. With shame filling his lungs, he spoke with an apology. "I'm really sorry."

"Oh, don't apologize!" Samuel said loudly and with cheer, letting the other know he wasn't mad or sad at the matter; not one bit. Seungkwan was no mind reader, or an aura reader like Jihoon, but the man could tell what was truth apart from lies. In that moment, he knew Samuel meant every word he said. In addition, in that moment, the blond know he no longer failed his job. He raised the younger well, not a selfish bone in his tan body. "You need the room more than we do right now and that's fine. We hope everything is fixed or...maybe better by tomorrow. We'll see you in the morning, yeah?"