*Laziness get the better of me yesterday so I'm posting today. This is the myungjong version of one of the stories from a blackjack's playlist, my 2ne1 one-shot collection. Because I can totally imagine them in this story. Haha, honestly, I just crave for some Myungjong so instead of writing a new one and consume longer time, I did this.

*Enjoy fellow inspirits.

Love, lies, losing, and leaving all start with L, yet you can’t help but try the first one though it might end up with the last word.

The scent of cinnamon and vanilla drifted in the air, and it caught the attention of a boy clothed in a way that one might not notice him arriving, but with the way he carries his self, makes him someone who would catch your attention. It’s fine though, he actually doesn’t care at all.

Seeing the reason of his rush, he made quick steps towards the table in the corner of the café, secluded from the ears of those who can’t keep stories to their selves.

While scowl is painted all over her face, a girl opposite his seat (and opposite with him in every way), is crying in an unladylike manner, though she’s wearing a black dress that is not too revealing yet the carrier exudes confidence that can’t be trampled down, that is, before she ended up in her unsightly appearance of despair at the moment.

Her black eyeliner that always complimented her pale skin is now smudged on her cheeks as if some toddler used charcoal as his brush and thought the woman’s pretty face is the perfect canvas.

Her long midnight black hair that is curled at the end is now looking like a nest calling for some birds to brood on it.

All in all, she’s still the attractive lady with many admirers, she just happened to be a total wreck for this night because of a relationship that failed.

“I’ve told you already, him, telling you he fell in love with you because you’re too cute for words is totally dumb. Just, what kind of reason is that? And to think that you totally believed in his words.”

“I thought he’s the one Jongie! *sniff* He always tells me those words, and I give him my time whenever I can spend it with him. I thought I was the most ideal girlfriend! I gave my all, and I believed that he genuinely cared, that he doesn’t need anyone else to fill that space*sniff*. I can’t believe he lied to me!”

“Krystal noona... You’re an idiot.”

As he looks at the miserable state of his older sister, he quickly removed her black cap with the label ‘bad’ in bold letters, which revealed his midnight black hair cut in a boyish way as a contrast to his feminine face, adding flare to his features.

“You know what? I think I’ll play and have fun in a while.”

He wore his black jacket that’s just draped on his shoulders earlier, to cover his white graphic tee, and drank what’s left on his cup of vanilla latte.

“Jongie, don’t-”

“And don’t try to stop me with my little games. No one messes with my friends. Especially my sister.”

He stood abruptly and walked away despite of the protests of Krystal who is now biting her lips in confusion, of whether to prevent her brother with his plans, or let him do what he wants. In the end, her inner sass took over, and she thought, why not let her ex-boyfriend taste some of his personal bitter medicine.  Surely, it will be a sight to see.

She’ll make sure that Sungjong will tell her the tale tomorrow. With a smirk, she left as if she hadn’t cried earlier, though, sure she’s still broken hearted, but she knows she could recover easily. Why not use her pretty face to the fullest and whine over a failed love?

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“Hey.”

Despite of the loud sounds of electro and the sea of strangers, it took him not that long to catch the image of his sister’s past boyfriend, flirting with a girl who’s clothed in ways too vulgar for her to handle. He quickly slipped through bodies rushing with lust and anticipation, and slid beside the couple who look like predators about to pounce on their dinner.

Before they could do more than just acting lewd gestures, he quickly wrapped his arm on the man’s shoulder and pulled him away. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and sweat seem to make him want to throw up, yet she kept his stance and his strong grip on the guy’s shoulder, who’s wriggling under his hold, trying to escape.

When they have walked far enough for them to talk alone together, she loosened his hold and suddenly pushed the guy, throwing him off-balance thus his met the still damp ground from the rain at dusk.

“What the heck did you do?!”

He quickly stood up and brushed dirt away from his tight black pants. He’s totally charming despite of trying to look like a bad . He can imagine him as some kind of bachelor wearing suit while doing business for a company, or a model for a well-known brand of clothing. Either way, this is not what he’s looking at right now. And no matter how attractive and welcoming he looks like, the younger one’s not the kind to fall easily on traps of kind gestures and sweet smiles.

“I’m the one supposed to ask that, not the other way around.”

“Don’t be too childish. Just because me and Krystal cannot go on with being a couple, that’s not that huge of an event that you’ll come get me just to cuss right at my face and complain for breaking your sister’s heart.”

“Why did you hurt her? And I want clear answers, not more lies. You know me, so don’t try to twist my mind or do things to get out here.”

His gaze seems to pierce him and it doesn’t help when he felt like being all honest with the cute brother of her ex-girlfriend.

“Krystal was a great girlfriend, that’s the point. What we had was plain. It’s too boring. We’re on a grayscale level when every couple around us we’re flashing with colors and excitement. It’s… bland. And that kind of relationship doesn’t fit me.”

Sungjong’s wide eyes seemed to be a shade darker now, and Myungsoo felt blood rushing to his cheeks.

The pale guy walking slowly towards him doesn’t help in calming down his increasing heartbeat. It felt like drum slamming his on chest and tries to break his ribs.

“You left her for the reason that… she’s too boring and plain for you?”

“I don’t even understand why girls like her try to be everyone’s ideal girl, when what makes a woman attractive is when she knows she got flaws yet she can use it to her advantage. Perfect is boring. You tell her that.”

He gradually let his hands touch the other older male’s shoulders, not in a gripping manner, just letting those dainty hands rest. He didn’t try to slap it away, and he’ll be lying if he told Sungjong to just back off and go home. His cold touch lingers, even though he already let his arms fall on his sides.

If Krystal resembles the sun, with her dazzling smile and warm hugs, his younger brother Sungjong is the moon. Being mysterious and cold all the time, Myungsoo won’t lie and admit that he’s the one who’s more interesting of the two. His main mistake was when he let his self be commited with the first one because hooking up with the latter is the same as trying to catch the waves without it drowning you.

“You want some excitement, huh? Am I right Myungsoo?”

“That’s Myungsoo hyung for you.”

“You didn’t respect my sister’s feeling and you’re expecting me to be that respectful towards you?”

The slightly tanned face remained to be void of any emotions, but he guessed that his cheeks were the color of his own blood now, and he’s thankful it’s already almost midnight and shadows are their only company for the night.

As if his body has a mind of its own, he nodded slowly, and scooted closer to the petite male who has moved his cap out of the way.

“Then follow everything that I say.”

He went straight to his neck, his balmy breath giving Myungsoo shivers, but what he expected to feel as butterfly kisses, ended up with his teeth sinking down his now paler skin, ravishing his flesh like it’s a meal he can’t refuse.

Before he knew it, he was letting his guard down and tilts his head so the other could get better access to his neck. It was painful at the beginning, but a few seconds after it felt euphoric. It was better than any drug or booze he could think of. He felt like floating and seeing fireworks at a close distance. His eyes are tightly shut, but no sounds escaped his lips. His thoughts jumbled and he can’t think clearly at the moment. He didn’t expect to meet a real vampire, nor didn’t he expect to meet one at this time, and to think it’s the brother of his ex-girlfriend.

When he felt the older guy’s knees buckle, being overwhelmed with pleasure stronger than morphine, heroine, or any illegal drug, he decided to stop, and looked straight in the eye of Myungsoo, who’s still mumbling incoherent words and seems to be not in his right mind, as if he doesn’t want to recover anymore from the hype.

“More… I want more.”

When these words escaped his lips, Sungjong moved closer once again and touched his burning cheeks, but he didn’t tilt his head to get another meal, with one swift motion, he bent it excessively and after hearing bone cracking, he pushed the lifeless body away, and after looking for the last time on his once lively chocolate brown eyes that are now looking like glass eyes of a lifeless doll, he started to walk away as if taking someone’s life is a normal thing for him.

“I don’t let my prey enjoy for too long. Everything has a price, and after what you did and proving that you’re just some kind of rubbish, you should be thankful I’ve let you experience the excitement you’re looking. Bastard, that’s what you deserve.”

*Aaw, Sungjong from being a cute maknae, I changed him into this seductive vampire with this fic, forgive me everyone that another angst came from my imagination bank.

*Lovelots to you.