Granted, he was ready to reply before he noticed he’d dig a deeper hole. So instead, Yunho smiled and threw his phone on the couch.
He headed to his fridge and got a blood bag, he had a few set in his fridge for a snack. He lived on little blood (therefore his horrid temper) and lots of time, cold blood wasn’t as sufficient as it was fresh but with the schedule he has it was impossible to go feeding.
He’d go with Chae, but he never let someone see him feed. Only Jaejoong had seen it when they were young, even then - he was ashamed.
Her scent appeared, it was hardly strange since she was practically his second half. She knew all, if not most things about Yunho: How to calm him, how to keep him from losing his temper, even laughter came easy.
He yawned and pierced the top of the blood back with his left fang, letting it retract before sucking from the bag. Yunho still had his suit on, his tie was loose around his neck and his button up was unbuttoned halfway.
Taking the final drop he headed to the trash while Chae walked in, “You’re good at ties, right?” He sat down on the floor in front of Chae with a little groan, “Six centuries of practice and I can’t get my tie loose today.”
The leer she sent him was nothing short of being peeved.
“Only you,” Chaewon started, taking hold of the tie and yanking it to her harder than necessary, “would start a conversation by another one of your needs. No ‘oh hey Chae, how was your day? Geez you look tired, why don’t I take care of you for once’. Instead, it’s 'fix this for me because I am incapable of doing it myself.’"
Despite the grumbling, there were no hints of anger in her voice as she proceeded to unravel the silk material. She was tired, yes, and she was tempted to smack the other for requesting something so trivial. But despite it all, she could not deny the tranquility Yunho’s presence brought any more than he could deny the same. It was a strange balance that existed between them, it was somewhat satisfying.
The close proximity between them didn’t go unnoticed to her, just as the aroma of blood was easily detectable.
"When was the last time you fed properly?” She asked quietly, sliding the fabric from his neck.
Bridge of Sighs, Venice by Tiffany Zhong
{text} I’m pretty sure “etc.” is an acronym.
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By the time she had finished tapping send, she had arrived at the apartment complex. Driving her black Lexus into its usual parking spot, Chaewon pocketed her phone, stepped out the car, and made her to Yunho’s apartment.
The trail that led to the Primogen’s apartment had become almost a ritual by now. Each footstep she took was as familiar as the way to her company, one she traveled on continuously. There were those times, though, where Chaewon would purposely turn a different corner in order to search for a different way. When she managed to find her way to the condo, it was already 15 minutes pass her supposed arrival.
Today she decided to go with the normal routine; park in the apartment garage, left at the elevator, up the elevator, smile at the front desk staff, up another elevator ten levels.
She hadn’t been lying when she texted Yunho about the flamingo appearance.
Apparently pink was in style for spring and the fashion industry had been flooding with varied mishaps of the frilly color. The designer she met today was a rookie, rather new to the field and had presented to Chaewon and her crew what looked like an array of Pemptobismol vomit. After the presentation, Chaewon had taken a small glance at her present models and felt rather sorry for the nervous (the girl was shaking) designer when the models had fervently shook their heads. The CEO felt a little charitable, so she agreed to model the pink horror.
Which brings us back to her point.
As much as Chaewon adored the attention given to her within the fashion industry – more like the shoot sets –, she did not however, liked attention from the mass media. Recognition horny pricks, as she would call them.
The elevator bell brought Chaewon from her thoughts and the female stepped out, pink ruffles and all, and turned right. Smiling politely at the usual housekeeper, her gray eyes scanned for the familiar door. Upon arrival, she tapped in the pass code and stepped inside when the door clicked open.
“I’m here.” Chaewon announced tiredly. She tried and failed to take off the ribbon straps of the heals and settled for sitting on the floor.
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