bloodline ; seventeen

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The sun had already shined bright in the sky for hours before Junhui had finally fallen out of slumber; removing himself from his foreign, yet comfortable bed with the sense of tiredness wearing off by the second. Wiping the crusted sleep from his brown eyes, the Chinese dancer strolled over to his on-suite bathroom and freshened himself up for the day in front of him. 

Brushing the grime off his teeth, brushing the knots out of his hair and changing his clothes was all the boy had to do to look decent in his eyes, stunning in the eyes of others. The unique eyed boy looked into the mirror once last time before making his way toward the door, making sure to tuck his over sized shirt into his pants before his departure. The clock read Ten-Twenty-Eight as the man exited the room, shutting the door behind him softly before stepping onto the cold, hard wooden floors of the hall ways. Luckily, the man didn't need a guide around the house anymore as he had the way to the down stairs kitchen remembered by heart, not needing directions to any other place in the manor. Junhui smiled the whole way down the velvet stairs at the thought of food, his hunger growing with step. 

The happiness that lingered in his beautiful chocolate eyes tripled upon entry to the kitchen, the two teenage vampires, whom Junhui noticed were a bit closer than usual, sat at the table with bowls of half eaten cereal placed in front of them. It took both Samuel and Zhennan half a minute of laughter and comedic conversations to realize the foreign man had entered the kitchen, the duo only recognizing his existence when he coughed lowly from his throat in attempt to grab their attention. At the sudden sound, Samuel batted his head toward the noise with caution, a sense of confusion and fear glimmering in his purple eyes. However, once the Korean-Mexican teenager saw Junhui's figure at the entrance way of the kitchen area, all senses of unease and panic disappearing like rain down a drain. The dreadful look in eyes was replaced with a bright smile and joyful giggle, Zhennan following his action with a warm look. "Look who finally decided to get up." Samuel teased, Junhui rolling his eyes as he strolled over toward the table and pulled a chair out for himself. 

"Like you didn't sleep in." Junhui shot back with a terrorizing smile. "You and Zhennan look like you woke up like...twenty minutes ago."

Between the teenage duo, their older friend wasn't wrong. Zhennan's black hair, though was slick and in place for the most part, stuck up like a sore thumb without remorse for the boy's image; his swollen eyes adding to Junhui's correct assumption. On the other hand, the other's slightly shorter, light hair was also messy; sticking up in over direction despite the tanned boy's constant combs with his fingers. Samuel's shirt also looked wrinkled and hung low on his left shoulder, showing the man had yet looked into a mirror. 

Not wanting to give into Junhui's taunting assumption, Zhennan quietly, yet quickly drank the remaining white liquid from the bowl and swallowed the cereal before inquiring Junhui. "Would you like  bowl of cereal?" The low toned boy asked, returning to his native tongue that he had missed so dearly from his time in China. 

Surprised, yet equally pleased at Zhennan's mandarin, the taller boy nodded as his smile grew larger. "What kind do you got?" The older man replied rapidly with informal grammar; Samuel left in the dark at what the two were discussing due to the language barrier and the speed of which they were talking. 

"Rice Krispies and Honey Nut Cheerios." 

Junhui groaned. "Where is all the sugary cereal? What are you, organic house wives?" As the elder complained, a small smile and sly chuckle erupted from Zhennan; Samuel starring at the boy with awe and admiration in his eyes that only one who had been in love before could notice. It was safe to say the tanned other wasn't in love with Zhennan just yet, but he was falling harder than he could comprehend. If the boy fell any harder, he would definitely suffer from something more than just bruised and scraped knees. Once the youngest realized what he was doing, he blinked away from the other and focused his gaze on the seemingly devastated man over the lack of cereal choice.