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The alarm beeped unnecessarily loud. It startled the poor boy from his slumber, making him groan and slap at his phone. Seriously, he didn’t get why he even had one anymore. It was expensive, he had no contacts and it was expensive. Yeah, he’s aware he said expensive twice but that's because it was. It was being paid for with money he couldn't afford to spare.
Jisung threw the blanket off his body with a small groan, sitting up on the squeaky sofa. He threw a quick glance towards the window, watching the moon. It was extra bright tonight.
Beautiful.
With a small huff he stood, grabbing a hoodie and some sweatpants from the floor before getting dressed begrudgingly. Working at night had its perks as well as its downsides. For example, there were less people, he didn’t have to talk to coworkers and it was quieter. However, that meant there were more drunkards and.. Vampires. Well, that’s what people say, anyways.
Jisung didn’t really believe it, even if it made him slightly anxious. Though, he has heard about occurrences especially on nights like this with full moons, but people make things up all the time.
He grabbed his keys and swiftly left his dingy apartment, coughing because of the mould on the way out. God, he hated this place. His apartment complex was riddled with mould. Frankly he didn’t understand how it was still up and running considering every tenant has complained that they’re always sick, though society is fucked and higher ups couldn’t give less of a shit.
The place he worked wasn’t far, just across the street, really. It was a sucky 24-hour petrol station, the kind where half of the fluorescent lights flicker constantly, the CCTV cameras don’t work and the coffee machine is halfway broken. It stinks like old mop water.
It wasn’t a job he chose because he wanted it, he chose it because he had a manager who didn’t bother to interview and he didn’t have to talk to anybody, not even his coworker who takes the other night shift. The night shift let him breathe. At least that’s what he told himself.
He arrived at 10:58, took the apron from his coworker and stood behind the desk.
It had been maybe thirty minutes of him being there when he finished all his tasks. Restock, mop and man the counter. Easy. Some customers came in and out, between that he listened to the ticking clock, spoke to himself to pass time and imagined what it would be like if he didn’t exist. Not in a way where he died.. More so in a way where he wasn’t perceived.
Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to ask his manager for time off, but the thought left his head as quickly as it came. Once, his manager had changed his shift at the last minute, and said ‘You’re lucky we needed someone desperate.’ He nodded. Said thank you.
His apron was two sizes too big and his name tag was scratched. The back of his hair cascaded messily down his neck, not necessarily long but kind of like a mullet if you will, scratching at his ears. Normally he didn’t mind it, and got compliments from the odd few old ladies that came in to grab a few bags of mixed nuts on their way to night bingo, but today it bothered him.
Cutting his hair by himself wasn’t a foreign concept, he’d done it before. Multiple times. Even so, it always turned out bad. Choppy at the back, too long at the front but too short at the sides.
Luckily, there was always a window around 11:43 where he could go to the toilet, so he could also cut his hair. In the staff toilet there was a little cabinet at the side of the mirror with extra toilet rolls, hand wash and scissors. Jisung grabbed the scissors and readied himself in front of the mirror.
Realistically the scissors were for when they had to cut the bin bags off the bins because apparently gum goes in between the bin and the bag?? That was all his co-worker but his manager didn’t care. Out of sight out of mind.
A couple snips here, a few there and he was done. This time it didn’t look bad. Fluffy, longish at the back, shorter at the front and the sides were a little longer, too. Cool, he had a whole panic for no reason.
Stepping back behind the counter was a hassle.
It was officially midnight, meaning drunkards, teens and the superstitious vampire hunters. Yay. In between all of that he makes sarcastic commentary under his breath. Overthinks every last customer interaction for hours and hours after they happen.
Jisung could recall all the times he’d cried and hyperventilated in the staff restroom because of those pricks, but he wouldn’t let it get to him. He needed this shitty job.
His shift ended at 3AM. He took his name tag off the apron and handed it over to his other co-worker before bolting off.
Three drunkards had gone into his work, called him a f@g and laughed in his face when he’d told them they could only buy three beers each. He’d accidentally said a snarky comment a little too loud and nearly got himself punched
Now he was walking home through the dingy streets of his dingy town at the ‘witching hour’. Unfortunately his airpods were broken, so he was all too aware of how the world was functioning around him. So much so that he was now listening in on a conversation he wishes he hadn’t.
“Have you heard of that Night club?” One of the girls had said. “The Eclipse?” Questioned another. “Yeah! I went once and I had to use a password to get in, and they weren’t lying. A vampire sucked my blood.” What. “Oh my gosh, no way!!” The girl who had spoken about getting her blood sucked moved her collar to the side and revealed two puncture holes in the side of her neck. “Look!”
Jisung couldn’t look any longer. It hurt his eyes for some reason. He’d heard of The Eclipse. A nightclub where only certain people entered with a password and had to sign some sort of form at the door before entering.
“Mhm! It was awesome, it literally got rid of all my anxious thoughts about my job interview.” Huh.. “If you wanna go sometime, the password is ‘Rid of the sun’.”
Jisung has always been ‘too much’.
Too loud. Too anxious. Too emotional. Too intense.
Too much.
That in turn made Jisung’s thoughts too much, so maybe this could help..? But then again, a vampire would have to bite him and he wasn’t sure if he wanted that. He also didn’t want his mind to be speeding around all the time if only for a minute.
With a groan and his tail tucked between his legs, he walked to the nightclub.
At the nightclub, he wandered up to the door after watching a few guys get turned away and gulped. It was going to be okay. Breathe.
“Password.” Demanded the bouncer. He was buff, menacing and could definitely kill Jisung with one punch. Yeah, cool. Awesome.
Jisung stared at the ground and clenched his fists. Please be telling the truth, random girl.. “Rid of the sun..?” Silence. Then, a clipboard appeared in front of his face.
“Sign here.” The bouncer was pointing to a small line at the end of the sheet of paper clipped to the clipboard with a pen. Jisung took it in trembling hands and signed his name swiftly, and so alone, jittery, and overwhelmed, he ventured inside, lights and music pulsating around him. Every shadow and movement feels magnified; his anxiety spikes, yet something about the atmosphere pulls him forward.
There were crowds of bodies herding all around, groins all over, rocking into each other. Lips were smashing against each other, dancing sensually everywhere. So far, he’d deduced that vampires could slobber over anybody's neck anywhere. There was a vampire man sucking the life out of a woman, who seemed happy, in the corner and another vampire lady was also getting her feed from a guy while they were dancing, only this time from his wrist. Hm, can they bite anywhere?
Jisung could hardly breathe. He wandered over to the bar and stood, watching. He had also noticed the booths. A vampire and a human, or two vampires and two humans, or two vampires and one human; well you get the jist, would go into those booths and then slip out. Probably for privacy.
What he hadn’t realised was that he was drifting. That was until he bumped into something. Well, someone.
When he turned he saw a pair of eyes staring back at him.
A man. The man was tall with a sharp jaw and even sharper eyes, kind of like a fox, with fluffy black hair hiding a streak of blonde. He was probably the handsomest guy Jisung has ever seen. Ever.
The beauty of his face was so great that Jisung hadn’t even noticed the man was talking. “Ah, sorry, what?” Jisung blabbered. The man tilted his head and smiled. Just when Jisung thought he couldn’t get hotter.
“I was asking if you’d like to come back to my booth?” Oh. Jisung took a deep breath. His booth. To feed. This was what Jisung was here for. A vampire to feed on him.
Jisung nodded softly and intertwined his hand with the vampire’s outstretched one.
“My name is Jisung.”
“Jeongin.”