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hoon min would never understand this part of the work, enchanted weapons and what not. those were the same things creatures used weren't they? in the case of their departments' specialty the creatures themselves were enchanted. there was a myth that they were kissed by the darkness, it was what kept them alive. that darkness demanded blood sacrifice.
no one really knew which theory was right, only that many vampires were rogue. deciding not to register their status with the government and ignoring the two rules. they weren't difficult ones: don't bite the unwilling and don't turn the unwilling. there were blood banks that supplied to the vampires. that synthetic plasma was going around too.
sorcerers like one third of his partners was made substitute blood as well. "how is this supposed to make my knife better? it's still just a knife." he rocked on the heels of his leather shoes as he watched the other work. it all went over his head. the symbols, the words and the strange ingredients used. "it smells."
hoon min ignored the dramatics taking it as typical sung woo behavior. much as he complained he enjoyed seeing sung woo work. he didn't understand what sung woo did but he tried to make sense of it. the vampires were said to be a magical thing and sung woo had magic in his finger tips. in his blood if he was to be believed. would he become a vampire when he died because of that magic?
death was too often present in the forefront of hoon min's mind. hunters didn't last long. they were lucky to make it to their thirties and his group was already in their late twenties. "bound to me?" hoon min still didn't get what was so special about it. he waved his hand around as if the flames of the spell were still around.
"would the poison be harmful to me too?" he clearly heard that it would be poison to the undead but still asked something so pointless. his long fingers wrapped around the handle. "you could just be making shit up. how can i trust you?"
"wow. not even you?" not that hoon min had to worry about sung woo stabbing him. if sung woo wanted him dead he'd likely use his bare hands to choke him. hoon min shuddered at the thought, he didn't welcome death but sung woo had strong hands. he pushed those thoughts away. he was certain that sung woo was a mind reader. the other knew too much for his own good, especially about him.
hoon min's eyes were drawn right to sung woo's lips. those plush, large things that sung woo was constantly licking. "i'm trying to concentrate on this knife." he didn't have to say what he was scolding sung woo for. there were many moments where he'd slipped up and let the already vain sung woo know how attractive he was.
all the trying to keep from having dirty thoughts was impossible when sung woo's hands lay on his chest. "i could find a new sorcerer." there was no one better than sung woo and he couldn't trust any other. sorcerers were tricky, it was in their nature. "and you know other hunters." the knife was put aside so he could put his hand against sung woo's cheek. he tilted his head and leaned closer to sung woo, lips nearly touching. "did you eat? i'm hungry."