Drink And We'll Forget Tomorrow
Title: Drink And We'll Forget Tomorrow
Character: Sungjong/Myungsoo/Howon
Rating: PG
Warning: something gore
Summary: Myungsoo is a monster, but is not evil. Or just a little bit.
A/N: I hate vampires. Inspired by a book I'm currently reading right now. It's not Twilight.
I
Myungsoo drinks blood because he craves it. Myungsoo doesn't turn into ashes when exposed to sunlight, though he really is a little bit sensitive when it comes to anything bright and pretty dazzling. Myungsoo kills and Myungsoo heals, but the latter would require massive blood exchange, that which may turn his patient into a vampire like him. But Myungsoo vowed to never make one of his kind ever again.
Myungsoo is impregnable. He is a monster but he is not evil.
And besides, Myungsoo likes associating with people. Making them think he's human like them, though his beauty is an exquisite example to rank him higher than average and makes him different to them.
Myungsoo loves his life even though he have lived it for a thousand decades already, he never gets tired, because there is always blood to drink.
Myungsoo lives for blood. Myungsoo covets it.
"How old are you?"
That is a bad question. Vampires hate being asked questions regarding their age, because first of all, the realization of being old suddenly comes into them, and it makes them mad. Vampires tend to be impulsive when mad, and may-with the slightest possibility because they badly needed not to be discovered-crush a human being's skull with their bare hands. Second, is that they never age, blessed are they who still look youthful and wrinkle free, and doesn't have birthdays. Which make it quite hard to remember their 'current' age.
"Twenty." Twenty thousand decades, that is. He says without giving the person a single glance.
"Oh..."
It appears that everyone becomes speechless after looking right into his eyes. But this boy hasn't even looked at him straight in the eyes. Not yet.
Myungsoo shuts his locker after stuffing his Biology book in his emptied bag. He is about to walk away when the boy suddenly grips his wrist, startling Myungsoo at his tight hold. He looks at the boy, and the latter gives him an apologetic glance.
"What do you want?" He's aware that he has been the school's bull's eye, the target of almost everyone-if not all, and this boy is probably one of those people who weeps over his appearance.
"I-I just want to ask something." Myungsoo takes back the thought, the boy undoubtedly is one of those people.
"My class will start in five minutes." his tone blossoming annoyance.
"It's going to be in... Ten minutes." The boy says, grimacing as he lowers his voice in the last two words.
Myungsoo rolls his eyes into his head, he doesn't want to deal with this hopeless romantic. The painful and audible pounding of this guy's heart is too loud for Myungsoo to be able to bear-he is extremely sensitive towards every single sound too and can hear a leaf falling off from a branch of a tree from a hundred miles away.
It's a joke.
Just half of a hundred miles, that is.
"Just ask what you want to ask, I need to go." he says rather impatiently. He still have ten minutes to waste, but he won't risk it for this boy.
"But we're in the same class, there's no need to hurry-"
"If you're doing this to annoy me then you're doing a good job. Keep it up and you'll see yourself locked up in an abandoned storage room next week." he cuts the boy off by threatening him, or maybe it's a nice tactic to make this boy go away.
"I'm sorry but... I-I just want to invite you to our club org..."
"You don't look like you're a member of a host club."
"No! I mean, it's not a host club."
Myungsoo laughs at himself. Also, it's quite ridiculous of him to think that there's a host club in this school knowing that he's the only attractive man stepping on the school grounds.
The older he gets, the arrogant he becomes. And a pretty big amount of narcissistic.
"Then what is it? Nine more minutes 'till my Biology class starts." he says after taking a look at his phone.
"Our class you mean..." the boy whispers, but his voice audible enough for Myungsoo to roll his eyes for one more time. There's nothing fifty miles away Myungsoo can't hear anyway.
"Just get on with it already! Eight minutes."
"And forty seconds! Okay!" the boy takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'm Lee Sungjong-"
"I don't care about your name." the associating with people part is a lie, Myungsoo hates people, because they make him mad. Uncontrollably angry, sometimes.
"-I'm a writer at the School's Writing Club-"
"Nor your profession."
"-and I want to invite you to participate in our project-"
"I don't give a fuck about your project."
"-Can't you just listen for a minute!?"
Myungsoo stops. But proceeds pissing the boy off. "No."
The boy stands frozen on the ground and Myungsoo takes this as an opportunity to walk away as quickly as possible.
"H-Hey!" the boy calls out a few feet away. Myungsoo hears him releases a sigh before stomping his foot, he smirks at himself and thinks, I've got no time for brats.
II
"I can't believe you asked Kim Myungsoo out."
"I didn't, okay?"
Sungjong writes and Sungjong strives to be number one but it seems that his co-members in this filthy dead club are pretty unpopular. And so is he. That's why the archery club is way too successful than their club is. What is so special about archery anyway?
"But asking him to join the club is almost the same as asking him out." Howon reasons, stopping on his article to tease Sungjong.
"I wasn't able to ask him though because..."
"Because what?"
"He walked away."
"Why am I not surprised." Howon says and Sungjong contemplates whether it's a question or a statement.
Sungjong rolls his eyes. "I need to get that Kim Myungsoo and isn't it his birthday today?"
Howon scrunches closer and furrows his brows. "What is so important about that Kim Myungsoo? How did you know all of these things? You're creeping me out Lee Sungjong."
"I need him in this club. We need him."
Sungjong writes but Sungjong fails. He keeps on falling and he depends on others to be able to stand up once again. Sungjong thinks only Kim Myungsoo, the school's untouchable jock who turned out to be a great writer-even a better writer than Sungjong-is their only way. With Myungsoo's popularity, it would become a big fuss that he joined the Writers' Club and that would serve as a nice spotlight for Sungjong's Club.
"We don't need him. What we need is to improve our project for this year." Howon goes back to his laptop, and types.
"We've improved a lot for the past three years but still, nothing has changed. Maybe adding a jock to our list of writers can change the fate of this dying club."
"You're hopeless." Howon says nonchalantly.
Maybe Sungjong is.
III
The sun has already set and Myungsoo's thirsty. The sky is dark and vast, while Myungsoo's thirst is claret and he craves red. There's a great compatibility between Myungsoo and the night, that is, both of them are unpredictable.
The dusk's inconsistency is ironically similar to how Myungsoo craves for blood, unknown when and where it would happen but is inevitable. He hates the feeling, completely abhors everytime he would desire a gallon of blood because there's a dehydrated dryness in his itching throat and blood is the only thing that would cease it.
He knows it's the worst decision to search for a victim near his school vicinity, but fuck dangers. He's going to drink blood. And he's going to have it now.
IV
The sun has already set and Sungjong's annoyed. The sky is dark and vast, not that Sungjong gives a fuck about it, but actually, he really does. It's late and he's so fucking dead, he got two articles that he still needs to finish and Howon-his ever loving editor and best friend-is too kind enough to reschedule the deadline of article submissions, which is a day before their exams. Now Sungjong's cramming because his exams are like in a week.
He hates this feeling, he hates being pressured, maybe this abhorrence is the reason why he can't become a great writer. It's like a black fume taking over his lungs, completely annihilating his muse. And it completely stops him, completely breaks him. It completely makes him fall.
It's the worst decision to go through the dark alley but it's the fastest way home. Fuck dangers. He's going to finish his articles. He needs to.
The alley is dark, it rained a while ago and the pavement's wet, it smells horrible, like damp earth mixed with nature that Sungjong can't even define himself. The jet black sky is only being illuminated by the crescent moon aloft the sky.
Sungjong likes horror movies, yes, and moments like this is where he can imagine films coming into reality. His heartbeat is pounding loud. Very loud, yes. Because Myungsoo can hear him from a hundred feet away-Myungsoo can hear his heartbeat, his footsteps and his deep inhales.
The alley is quite long and Sungjong encourages himself to endure this a little. He isn't scared of anything. Not really. Just ghosts and spirits and dead bodies or maybe monsters. But that doesn't count that he's being a coward. The nighttime is pretty dangerous, there maybe a gang waiting for him at the end of the alley, or maybe a murderer. Or a snatcher. Maybe a kidnapper too.
Sungjong is full of pessimistic thoughts as he continues to walk. But a sound stops him from going forward.
Sungjong thinks it's a sound of a body falling to the ground because of the loud thud it made. It's familiar to him since he always bumps into someone and falls to the ground every single time. But that isn't the thing. Is it really a body that fell on the ground? If not, then what is it? A ghost? Or maybe a cat just got knocked down.
Maybe.
He continues to walk but stops midway when he steps on something. It's soft. But isn't as soft as a pillow. It's hard but isn't as stiff as a rock. Sungjong slowly looks down and his eyes widens at the sight. It's a body of a man. Just a body with limbs. And the head is cut off. There's a pool of crimson liquid on the ground that makes Sungjong wants to shout but his mouth is left hanging loose.
Shit.
He hurriedly walks away. He needs to get away from here as fast as he can. He's going to pretend that he didn't see anything. He is half running and half-panting when someone grips on his wrist.
"Oh my god..." He didn't dare look back.
The grip is hard and Sungjong swears his wrist is just about to crush.
"P-Please let me go."
He hears a weak chuckle and starts to shake. Sungjong swears to God if he only knew that his life would end here then he could have finished the articles earlier. He could have reviewed for his exams earlier. He could have convinced Kim Myungsoo to join the Club.
He receives no response but he gets pulled by the stranger, drawing his body near his. Sungjong represses himself from screaming. If he screams then this guy might pull out a knife and stab him anytime, giving him no chance to escape. Sungjong says to himself not to panic. But he cannot think straight because he's afraid that this guy might end his life anytime soon. Just like the life of the man whose body lies on the ground.
"Please... Let me go." He repeats but expects no reply.
A cold hand lands on Sungjong's neck and he lets out a gasp. The stranger fondles his neck, making him close his eyes and thinks "I'm being harassed by a stranger!"
Nothing would happen if he'll just stand there and shake, he doesn't want to die yet. Not until he finish his exams, he tells to himself.
"It smells so good..." the stranger says... as he inhales Sungjong's neck.
Sungjong gulps down and starts counting. Once he reach three, he'll run. He'll run away from this man, he just prays to God that this man didn't bring any gun with him or he's dead.
One.
"Your blood..."
Two.
"Smells..." the man inhales his neck. Sungjong swears this is freaking weird. "Delicious."
Three.
He closes his eyes, pushes the man off him and when he feels the stranger stumbles on the ground, he immediately flees. He shuts his eyes tighter as he increase his pace, does not even dare look back at the insane maniac who just harassed him. He needs to go away from this place, from this man, from danger, from this darkness.
As he run, his tears start to travel on his cheeks, blurring his sight completely. He slows down a little bit when he notices that he has lost the man. Panting, he decides to take a rest for a minute, or maybe until he gets assured that the man's already away.
But what Sungjong doesn't know, is that this man can smell him. And his blood. He can even hear his panting, the loud pounding of his heartbeat and his prayers to his nonexistent God.
V
A loud scream was heard by no one in the alley as a pool of blood drips on the asphalt ground.
Myungsoo's shirt was soaked with crimson liquid the moment he went home.
"The blood on your shirt smells very vaguely familiar." Howon says when Myungsoo sits beside him on the couch. He's watching a fucked up movie about their race, and Myungsoo hates the fact that the vampires on the movie drinks animal blood. How disgusting. Vampires resort to animal blood only if they have no choice. They taste ugly.
"Your lovely writer bid goodbye today."
Howon gives Myungsoo a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He can just make Myungsoo write the two articles anyway.
"Happy Birthday, by the way." Howon greets.
Myungsoo gives him a smile as a thank you. He had long forgotten how old he is actually.
i wanted this to be myungjong but i.....
Character: Sungjong/Myungsoo/Howon
Rating: PG
Warning: something gore
Summary: Myungsoo is a monster, but is not evil. Or just a little bit.
A/N: I hate vampires. Inspired by a book I'm currently reading right now. It's not Twilight.
I
Myungsoo drinks blood because he craves it. Myungsoo doesn't turn into ashes when exposed to sunlight, though he really is a little bit sensitive when it comes to anything bright and pretty dazzling. Myungsoo kills and Myungsoo heals, but the latter would require massive blood exchange, that which may turn his patient into a vampire like him. But Myungsoo vowed to never make one of his kind ever again.
Myungsoo is impregnable. He is a monster but he is not evil.
And besides, Myungsoo likes associating with people. Making them think he's human like them, though his beauty is an exquisite example to rank him higher than average and makes him different to them.
Myungsoo loves his life even though he have lived it for a thousand decades already, he never gets tired, because there is always blood to drink.
Myungsoo lives for blood. Myungsoo covets it.
"How old are you?"
That is a bad question. Vampires hate being asked questions regarding their age, because first of all, the realization of being old suddenly comes into them, and it makes them mad. Vampires tend to be impulsive when mad, and may-with the slightest possibility because they badly needed not to be discovered-crush a human being's skull with their bare hands. Second, is that they never age, blessed are they who still look youthful and wrinkle free, and doesn't have birthdays. Which make it quite hard to remember their 'current' age.
"Twenty." Twenty thousand decades, that is. He says without giving the person a single glance.
"Oh..."
It appears that everyone becomes speechless after looking right into his eyes. But this boy hasn't even looked at him straight in the eyes. Not yet.
Myungsoo shuts his locker after stuffing his Biology book in his emptied bag. He is about to walk away when the boy suddenly grips his wrist, startling Myungsoo at his tight hold. He looks at the boy, and the latter gives him an apologetic glance.
"What do you want?" He's aware that he has been the school's bull's eye, the target of almost everyone-if not all, and this boy is probably one of those people who weeps over his appearance.
"I-I just want to ask something." Myungsoo takes back the thought, the boy undoubtedly is one of those people.
"My class will start in five minutes." his tone blossoming annoyance.
"It's going to be in... Ten minutes." The boy says, grimacing as he lowers his voice in the last two words.
Myungsoo rolls his eyes into his head, he doesn't want to deal with this hopeless romantic. The painful and audible pounding of this guy's heart is too loud for Myungsoo to be able to bear-he is extremely sensitive towards every single sound too and can hear a leaf falling off from a branch of a tree from a hundred miles away.
It's a joke.
Just half of a hundred miles, that is.
"Just ask what you want to ask, I need to go." he says rather impatiently. He still have ten minutes to waste, but he won't risk it for this boy.
"But we're in the same class, there's no need to hurry-"
"If you're doing this to annoy me then you're doing a good job. Keep it up and you'll see yourself locked up in an abandoned storage room next week." he cuts the boy off by threatening him, or maybe it's a nice tactic to make this boy go away.
"I'm sorry but... I-I just want to invite you to our club org..."
"You don't look like you're a member of a host club."
"No! I mean, it's not a host club."
Myungsoo laughs at himself. Also, it's quite ridiculous of him to think that there's a host club in this school knowing that he's the only attractive man stepping on the school grounds.
The older he gets, the arrogant he becomes. And a pretty big amount of narcissistic.
"Then what is it? Nine more minutes 'till my Biology class starts." he says after taking a look at his phone.
"Our class you mean..." the boy whispers, but his voice audible enough for Myungsoo to roll his eyes for one more time. There's nothing fifty miles away Myungsoo can't hear anyway.
"Just get on with it already! Eight minutes."
"And forty seconds! Okay!" the boy takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'm Lee Sungjong-"
"I don't care about your name." the associating with people part is a lie, Myungsoo hates people, because they make him mad. Uncontrollably angry, sometimes.
"-I'm a writer at the School's Writing Club-"
"Nor your profession."
"-and I want to invite you to participate in our project-"
"I don't give a fuck about your project."
"-Can't you just listen for a minute!?"
Myungsoo stops. But proceeds pissing the boy off. "No."
The boy stands frozen on the ground and Myungsoo takes this as an opportunity to walk away as quickly as possible.
"H-Hey!" the boy calls out a few feet away. Myungsoo hears him releases a sigh before stomping his foot, he smirks at himself and thinks, I've got no time for brats.
II
"I can't believe you asked Kim Myungsoo out."
"I didn't, okay?"
Sungjong writes and Sungjong strives to be number one but it seems that his co-members in this filthy dead club are pretty unpopular. And so is he. That's why the archery club is way too successful than their club is. What is so special about archery anyway?
"But asking him to join the club is almost the same as asking him out." Howon reasons, stopping on his article to tease Sungjong.
"I wasn't able to ask him though because..."
"Because what?"
"He walked away."
"Why am I not surprised." Howon says and Sungjong contemplates whether it's a question or a statement.
Sungjong rolls his eyes. "I need to get that Kim Myungsoo and isn't it his birthday today?"
Howon scrunches closer and furrows his brows. "What is so important about that Kim Myungsoo? How did you know all of these things? You're creeping me out Lee Sungjong."
"I need him in this club. We need him."
Sungjong writes but Sungjong fails. He keeps on falling and he depends on others to be able to stand up once again. Sungjong thinks only Kim Myungsoo, the school's untouchable jock who turned out to be a great writer-even a better writer than Sungjong-is their only way. With Myungsoo's popularity, it would become a big fuss that he joined the Writers' Club and that would serve as a nice spotlight for Sungjong's Club.
"We don't need him. What we need is to improve our project for this year." Howon goes back to his laptop, and types.
"We've improved a lot for the past three years but still, nothing has changed. Maybe adding a jock to our list of writers can change the fate of this dying club."
"You're hopeless." Howon says nonchalantly.
Maybe Sungjong is.
III
The sun has already set and Myungsoo's thirsty. The sky is dark and vast, while Myungsoo's thirst is claret and he craves red. There's a great compatibility between Myungsoo and the night, that is, both of them are unpredictable.
The dusk's inconsistency is ironically similar to how Myungsoo craves for blood, unknown when and where it would happen but is inevitable. He hates the feeling, completely abhors everytime he would desire a gallon of blood because there's a dehydrated dryness in his itching throat and blood is the only thing that would cease it.
He knows it's the worst decision to search for a victim near his school vicinity, but fuck dangers. He's going to drink blood. And he's going to have it now.
IV
The sun has already set and Sungjong's annoyed. The sky is dark and vast, not that Sungjong gives a fuck about it, but actually, he really does. It's late and he's so fucking dead, he got two articles that he still needs to finish and Howon-his ever loving editor and best friend-is too kind enough to reschedule the deadline of article submissions, which is a day before their exams. Now Sungjong's cramming because his exams are like in a week.
He hates this feeling, he hates being pressured, maybe this abhorrence is the reason why he can't become a great writer. It's like a black fume taking over his lungs, completely annihilating his muse. And it completely stops him, completely breaks him. It completely makes him fall.
It's the worst decision to go through the dark alley but it's the fastest way home. Fuck dangers. He's going to finish his articles. He needs to.
The alley is dark, it rained a while ago and the pavement's wet, it smells horrible, like damp earth mixed with nature that Sungjong can't even define himself. The jet black sky is only being illuminated by the crescent moon aloft the sky.
Sungjong likes horror movies, yes, and moments like this is where he can imagine films coming into reality. His heartbeat is pounding loud. Very loud, yes. Because Myungsoo can hear him from a hundred feet away-Myungsoo can hear his heartbeat, his footsteps and his deep inhales.
The alley is quite long and Sungjong encourages himself to endure this a little. He isn't scared of anything. Not really. Just ghosts and spirits and dead bodies or maybe monsters. But that doesn't count that he's being a coward. The nighttime is pretty dangerous, there maybe a gang waiting for him at the end of the alley, or maybe a murderer. Or a snatcher. Maybe a kidnapper too.
Sungjong is full of pessimistic thoughts as he continues to walk. But a sound stops him from going forward.
Sungjong thinks it's a sound of a body falling to the ground because of the loud thud it made. It's familiar to him since he always bumps into someone and falls to the ground every single time. But that isn't the thing. Is it really a body that fell on the ground? If not, then what is it? A ghost? Or maybe a cat just got knocked down.
Maybe.
He continues to walk but stops midway when he steps on something. It's soft. But isn't as soft as a pillow. It's hard but isn't as stiff as a rock. Sungjong slowly looks down and his eyes widens at the sight. It's a body of a man. Just a body with limbs. And the head is cut off. There's a pool of crimson liquid on the ground that makes Sungjong wants to shout but his mouth is left hanging loose.
Shit.
He hurriedly walks away. He needs to get away from here as fast as he can. He's going to pretend that he didn't see anything. He is half running and half-panting when someone grips on his wrist.
"Oh my god..." He didn't dare look back.
The grip is hard and Sungjong swears his wrist is just about to crush.
"P-Please let me go."
He hears a weak chuckle and starts to shake. Sungjong swears to God if he only knew that his life would end here then he could have finished the articles earlier. He could have reviewed for his exams earlier. He could have convinced Kim Myungsoo to join the Club.
He receives no response but he gets pulled by the stranger, drawing his body near his. Sungjong represses himself from screaming. If he screams then this guy might pull out a knife and stab him anytime, giving him no chance to escape. Sungjong says to himself not to panic. But he cannot think straight because he's afraid that this guy might end his life anytime soon. Just like the life of the man whose body lies on the ground.
"Please... Let me go." He repeats but expects no reply.
A cold hand lands on Sungjong's neck and he lets out a gasp. The stranger fondles his neck, making him close his eyes and thinks "I'm being harassed by a stranger!"
Nothing would happen if he'll just stand there and shake, he doesn't want to die yet. Not until he finish his exams, he tells to himself.
"It smells so good..." the stranger says... as he inhales Sungjong's neck.
Sungjong gulps down and starts counting. Once he reach three, he'll run. He'll run away from this man, he just prays to God that this man didn't bring any gun with him or he's dead.
One.
"Your blood..."
Two.
"Smells..." the man inhales his neck. Sungjong swears this is freaking weird. "Delicious."
Three.
He closes his eyes, pushes the man off him and when he feels the stranger stumbles on the ground, he immediately flees. He shuts his eyes tighter as he increase his pace, does not even dare look back at the insane maniac who just harassed him. He needs to go away from this place, from this man, from danger, from this darkness.
As he run, his tears start to travel on his cheeks, blurring his sight completely. He slows down a little bit when he notices that he has lost the man. Panting, he decides to take a rest for a minute, or maybe until he gets assured that the man's already away.
But what Sungjong doesn't know, is that this man can smell him. And his blood. He can even hear his panting, the loud pounding of his heartbeat and his prayers to his nonexistent God.
V
A loud scream was heard by no one in the alley as a pool of blood drips on the asphalt ground.
Myungsoo's shirt was soaked with crimson liquid the moment he went home.
"The blood on your shirt smells very vaguely familiar." Howon says when Myungsoo sits beside him on the couch. He's watching a fucked up movie about their race, and Myungsoo hates the fact that the vampires on the movie drinks animal blood. How disgusting. Vampires resort to animal blood only if they have no choice. They taste ugly.
"Your lovely writer bid goodbye today."
Howon gives Myungsoo a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He can just make Myungsoo write the two articles anyway.
"Happy Birthday, by the way." Howon greets.
Myungsoo gives him a smile as a thank you. He had long forgotten how old he is actually.
i wanted this to be myungjong but i.....