Bin hadn’t expected to come across him, but now that he had, he could not stop looking. Pretty, dainty, delicate Myungjun and his horrid clothes and messy hair – something about him was so intriguing. Bin usually only liked elegant men, men who wore silk top hats and carried gold watches. He liked men like that politician who lived in the apartment above him.
Men like Myungjun were better used as food. Bin would drain them of their blood and toss them aside, because no one would miss a man like Myungjun. He was poor and dirty and all alone in the world. His existence was worthless. There would be no one to celebrate his life and no one to mourn his death.
And there would be no one to love him.
Despite all that, though, Bin still watched him curiously. He didn’t want to kill Myungjun – not yet, anyway. He told himself that his determination to keep Myungjun alive was simply because it was hard to find another Korean man in this city. Other than the handsome politician in Bin’s apartment building, Koreans were few and far between.
He would keep him alive for a bit longer just to have some sort of solidarity with another Korean man.
Maybe next week he could kill Myungjun.
For now, though, he would follow this strange, little fellow. So he slipped past a small crowd at the corner of the street and he pulled his top hat lower on his head in order to hide his face.
Myungjun turned the corner and so Bin did.
He kept a good distance between them. He didn’t want to be found out. He was curious how Myungjun went about his evenings. He would spend his night hunting vampires, probably, but what did he do in his spare time?
He had a bag with him, slung over his shoulder. It looked rather heavy; poor Myungjun kept wavering as he hurried down the street.
Bin wondered if he should help, but he didn’t want to be caught. Besides, the bag was probably just as dirty as Myungjun was. Myungjun looked like he could use a bath.
Down one street, some young boys were out playing. They glanced at Myungjun and nudged each other, then began shouting abuse and slurs in his direction. One picked up a rock and threw it, but it landed far away from Myungjun.
Bin wondered if Myungjun just didn’t understand the slurs, on account of his poor English, or if he didn’t really care. He seemed like someone who wouldn’t care.
But he also seemed like someone who didn’t know the language well enough to comprehend what was being said.
Regardless, Bin smiled at the boys after Myungjun passed, daring them to say something. When one of them opened his mouth, Bin pulled out a quarter and tossed it onto the street. Both of the boys gaped, first at the quarter and then at Bin.
Bin smiled at them. “Go on, then,” he urged. “Rush at it like the filthy animals I know you both are. And when you scrabble over a silly, little coin, just remember that you are as awful and lowly as that man you both teased, yes?”
He turned away and walked down the street, not sparing them another glance. He could hear them fighting over the coin and he laughed a little bit. How predictable these humans were. They craved wealth so much, and yet they were always so willing to attack their own brethren. He knew their own actions and thoughts before they did, and yet he was forced to live alongside such a dumb breed. Humans were really–
“You’re so fucking predictable,” a voice said, in perfect Korean.
Bin blinked and then glanced to his side. Myungjun had a knife to his throat and was staring up at him with disgust.
“Oh,” said Bin, a bit confused. He had just turned the corner and hadn’t expected Myungjun to be waiting for him, not like this.
How embarrassing. He hoped Myungjun wouldn’t comment on it.
“I kill vampires for a living, and they’re really stupid, but I have honestly never met one quite as stupid as you.”
Ah. Of course he would comment on it. Bin had only met Myungjun twice before but he definitely seemed like the sort to go on and on if he was in the lead. Myungjun liked to gloat. He was high and mighty, which was silly for someone so poor. He was stubborn and rude and condescending.
Bin wondered how on earth anyone could like Myungjun. No wonder he had no friends.
But he also had soft, brown eyes and wide lips and a pretty nose. And his hand, holding onto his knife, was small but had long fingers. If he was rich, he would probably be Bin’s type.
“You’ve been following me all over the city,” Myungjun accused. “Why?”
“You noticed?”
“You stand out. You look like you’re about to meet the king.”
Bin sighed. “My dearest boy,” he chastised, “this is America. There is no king here. The president is the closest–”
Myungjun pushed the knife closer to Bin’s throat. “Figure of speech,” he snapped. “You’re the most condescending asshole I’ve ever met in my life.”
“See, I could say the same thing about you. Please remove the knife.”
“Why should I? I’ll get a lot of money if I kill you.”
Bin gave a small hum and nodded his head. “You could use the money. You’re living in poverty. How filthy.” Then, before Myungjun could blow up on him again, he gestured and asked, “What’s in the bag, and where are you headed?”
“What’s it matter to you?” Myungjun asked, and his grip on his knife loosened. “I’ll kill you soon.”
“Soon, maybe, but allow me to live another day or two. Plus, I’m curious to know what’s in the bag.” He stared at Myungjun, who glared right back at him. Myungjun didn’t move. Bin realized he would have to compromise. “You can kill me once you show me what’s in the bag.”
“You’ll just run,” Myungjun complained.
“Probably. But I can run right now. I’m only staying because…” Because why? Why did he stalk Myungjun in the first place? He had no idea what his end-goal was in all of this. He should just kill Myungjun before Myungjun killed him.
But Myungjun wasn’t plunging that knife into his neck. Myungjun only seemed to be using the knife to threaten Bin.
Why were they keeping each other alive?
Myungjun cleared his throat and lowered his knife. He glanced around them to ensure no one was nearby (and thank goodness they were alone, or else they would have a lot of explaining to do), and then he opened his bag slightly to reveal a couple dozen dead mammals.
“Rats?” Bin murmured, first in confusion, and then he realized what Myungjun was doing with a bag of rats. “Did you kill all of these? Really?”
“The government pays for each rat we catch,” Myungjun responded, closing his bag up again. “I’ve had…a small lull in the vampires I’ve been able to kill, so…”
“So you have to kill something,” Bin teased. “You’re such an adorable, little murderer, Myungjun.”
Myungjun scoffed and hoisted his bag up on his shoulder again. “If you’ll excuse me,” he fussed, “I have to go drop these off. You run along now, and stop stalking me all over New York. You’re exhausting.”
As he walked off, Bin realized he forgot something. “You were supposed to kill me!” he called out.
“Next time,” Myungjun assured him, glancing at Bin over his shoulder. “Just wait for me!”
When he rounded the corner, Bin realized he was smiling a bit too happily. He cleared his throat and rubbed at his poor neck and wondered where Myungjun would be tomorrow.
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Fill: Astro (Kpop), MJ/Moon Bin (Vampire AU)
Date: 2024-05-11 02:28 am (UTC)Bin hadn’t expected to come across him, but now that he had, he could not stop looking. Pretty, dainty, delicate Myungjun and his horrid clothes and messy hair – something about him was so intriguing. Bin usually only liked elegant men, men who wore silk top hats and carried gold watches. He liked men like that politician who lived in the apartment above him.
Men like Myungjun were better used as food. Bin would drain them of their blood and toss them aside, because no one would miss a man like Myungjun. He was poor and dirty and all alone in the world. His existence was worthless. There would be no one to celebrate his life and no one to mourn his death.
And there would be no one to love him.
Despite all that, though, Bin still watched him curiously. He didn’t want to kill Myungjun – not yet, anyway. He told himself that his determination to keep Myungjun alive was simply because it was hard to find another Korean man in this city. Other than the handsome politician in Bin’s apartment building, Koreans were few and far between.
He would keep him alive for a bit longer just to have some sort of solidarity with another Korean man.
Maybe next week he could kill Myungjun.
For now, though, he would follow this strange, little fellow. So he slipped past a small crowd at the corner of the street and he pulled his top hat lower on his head in order to hide his face.
Myungjun turned the corner and so Bin did.
He kept a good distance between them. He didn’t want to be found out. He was curious how Myungjun went about his evenings. He would spend his night hunting vampires, probably, but what did he do in his spare time?
He had a bag with him, slung over his shoulder. It looked rather heavy; poor Myungjun kept wavering as he hurried down the street.
Bin wondered if he should help, but he didn’t want to be caught. Besides, the bag was probably just as dirty as Myungjun was. Myungjun looked like he could use a bath.
Down one street, some young boys were out playing. They glanced at Myungjun and nudged each other, then began shouting abuse and slurs in his direction. One picked up a rock and threw it, but it landed far away from Myungjun.
Bin wondered if Myungjun just didn’t understand the slurs, on account of his poor English, or if he didn’t really care. He seemed like someone who wouldn’t care.
But he also seemed like someone who didn’t know the language well enough to comprehend what was being said.
Regardless, Bin smiled at the boys after Myungjun passed, daring them to say something. When one of them opened his mouth, Bin pulled out a quarter and tossed it onto the street. Both of the boys gaped, first at the quarter and then at Bin.
Bin smiled at them. “Go on, then,” he urged. “Rush at it like the filthy animals I know you both are. And when you scrabble over a silly, little coin, just remember that you are as awful and lowly as that man you both teased, yes?”
He turned away and walked down the street, not sparing them another glance. He could hear them fighting over the coin and he laughed a little bit. How predictable these humans were. They craved wealth so much, and yet they were always so willing to attack their own brethren. He knew their own actions and thoughts before they did, and yet he was forced to live alongside such a dumb breed. Humans were really–
“You’re so fucking predictable,” a voice said, in perfect Korean.
Bin blinked and then glanced to his side. Myungjun had a knife to his throat and was staring up at him with disgust.
“Oh,” said Bin, a bit confused. He had just turned the corner and hadn’t expected Myungjun to be waiting for him, not like this.
How embarrassing. He hoped Myungjun wouldn’t comment on it.
“I kill vampires for a living, and they’re really stupid, but I have honestly never met one quite as stupid as you.”
Ah. Of course he would comment on it. Bin had only met Myungjun twice before but he definitely seemed like the sort to go on and on if he was in the lead. Myungjun liked to gloat. He was high and mighty, which was silly for someone so poor. He was stubborn and rude and condescending.
Bin wondered how on earth anyone could like Myungjun. No wonder he had no friends.
But he also had soft, brown eyes and wide lips and a pretty nose. And his hand, holding onto his knife, was small but had long fingers. If he was rich, he would probably be Bin’s type.
“You’ve been following me all over the city,” Myungjun accused. “Why?”
“You noticed?”
“You stand out. You look like you’re about to meet the king.”
Bin sighed. “My dearest boy,” he chastised, “this is America. There is no king here. The president is the closest–”
Myungjun pushed the knife closer to Bin’s throat. “Figure of speech,” he snapped. “You’re the most condescending asshole I’ve ever met in my life.”
“See, I could say the same thing about you. Please remove the knife.”
“Why should I? I’ll get a lot of money if I kill you.”
Bin gave a small hum and nodded his head. “You could use the money. You’re living in poverty. How filthy.” Then, before Myungjun could blow up on him again, he gestured and asked, “What’s in the bag, and where are you headed?”
“What’s it matter to you?” Myungjun asked, and his grip on his knife loosened. “I’ll kill you soon.”
“Soon, maybe, but allow me to live another day or two. Plus, I’m curious to know what’s in the bag.” He stared at Myungjun, who glared right back at him. Myungjun didn’t move. Bin realized he would have to compromise. “You can kill me once you show me what’s in the bag.”
“You’ll just run,” Myungjun complained.
“Probably. But I can run right now. I’m only staying because…” Because why? Why did he stalk Myungjun in the first place? He had no idea what his end-goal was in all of this. He should just kill Myungjun before Myungjun killed him.
But Myungjun wasn’t plunging that knife into his neck. Myungjun only seemed to be using the knife to threaten Bin.
Why were they keeping each other alive?
Myungjun cleared his throat and lowered his knife. He glanced around them to ensure no one was nearby (and thank goodness they were alone, or else they would have a lot of explaining to do), and then he opened his bag slightly to reveal a couple dozen dead mammals.
“Rats?” Bin murmured, first in confusion, and then he realized what Myungjun was doing with a bag of rats. “Did you kill all of these? Really?”
“The government pays for each rat we catch,” Myungjun responded, closing his bag up again. “I’ve had…a small lull in the vampires I’ve been able to kill, so…”
“So you have to kill something,” Bin teased. “You’re such an adorable, little murderer, Myungjun.”
Myungjun scoffed and hoisted his bag up on his shoulder again. “If you’ll excuse me,” he fussed, “I have to go drop these off. You run along now, and stop stalking me all over New York. You’re exhausting.”
As he walked off, Bin realized he forgot something. “You were supposed to kill me!” he called out.
“Next time,” Myungjun assured him, glancing at Bin over his shoulder. “Just wait for me!”
When he rounded the corner, Bin realized he was smiling a bit too happily. He cleared his throat and rubbed at his poor neck and wondered where Myungjun would be tomorrow.
He would just have to find out.