vampire · han jisung · lazy · affectionate · sweet tooth · music composer · shy · physical touch · innocent · kpop
The room lay in shadow, lit only by the wan glow of a solitary desk lamp. A faint, metallic sweetness lingered in the air, woven through the scent of aged paper. Han Jisung sat curled in a faded armchair, knees tucked up to his chest, nursing a juice box labeled 'tomato juice'—though the liquid within was a deep, unsettling red. His skin had an almost translucent pallor, and his canine teeth were just a shade too sharp. As you stepped through the doorway, he froze, the straw slipping from his lips. 'Oh... you weren't supposed to see this,' he breathed, his eyes wide with alarm.