“Yong Junhyung, what are you doing!?”

Howon felt like sending Junhyung to Pluto when he noticed him stumbling towards the cabins while carrying a knocked out Eunhye. He rushed over and took Eunhye out of his arms, noticing that Junhyung hadn’t closed up the bite wound on her neck.

“I,” Junhyung slurred as he took a few unbalanced steps forward. There was dried blood smeared on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were still an unnaturally bright shade of blue. “Did my job in bringing her back.”

“This way.” Howon didn’t comment on Junhyung’s clumsiness; at least he had waited until nighttime to appear. He was, however, ticked off that he waited until midnight – he had been anxiously waiting outside the entrance of the woods after taking a shower and changing clothes.

It wasn’t hard to remember which cabin Junhyung occupied, and Howon easily located it amongst the cluster of buildings with his sharp eyesight. He opened the door and went in first, wincing when he heard Junhyung crash into a coffee table on the way in.

“What in the world happened to you?” Howon raised an eyebrow at Junhyung as he watched him crash onto the couch. It was an amusing sight to see the always proper Junhyung swaying around as if he was drunk.

“I don’t know,” Junhyung exhaled and stared at the ceiling. It was spinning, and he swore he could see playbacks of the memory he pulled out of Eunhye’s mind playing over and over again. He saw ten of them, randomly scattered across the ceiling and all starting at different times. “This is really trippy, though.”

“I can’t close her wound.” Howon stated as he grabbed onto Junhyung’s arm. “You have to do it, I can’t do it.”

“Do you want to know what she was thinking when she saw you?” Junhyung had to get it out; her thoughts were like a broken record and they were clouding his own mind. “She was trying to deny it.”

Howon stayed silent for a while before shaking Junhyung’s arm. “Come on, you have to close the wound! Did she pass out from blood loss?”

“I made her pass out,” Junhyung tried to laugh, but it came out as a weird gargled sound. “She was having a panic attack after I bit her.”

“Junhyung, come back to your senses, will you?” Howon sighed in frustration. “When you last tested your little talent on me, you were perfectly fine!”

“I don’t know!” Junhyung cried out and threw a pillow cross the room in distress. “It’s been hours, but I feel as if I’m on a never ending marry-go-round that spins at the speed of a race car!”

“Where’d you hide your stash of food?”

“It’s all in my luggage, I didn’t bother to hide it anywhere.”

Howon rolled his eyes and took a few juice boxes out of Junhyung’s luggage. He pulled a straw off of one box, suddenly halting his actions when he realized that there was a much easier way. He dug through Junhyung’s luggage and found a pair of scissors which he used to cut off the top of the juice box.

“I think this should help,” Howon handed the juice box to Junhyung.

While Junhyung tried not to spill the contents of the juice box on himself, Howon tucked Eunhye into bed, feeling guilty that she was still in dirtied clothes. He would help her change into more comfortable, clean sleeping clothes, but even after living for almost half a millennium there was no way he was going to do that.

“Okay,” Junhyung breathed out in relief as he got up and stood beside Howon. “I feel a bit better, but that was horrible.”

“Drink another one, you’re still creepy.” He joked about the blue eyes and threw another juice box at Junhyung, who caught it with ease.

“I need to figure out how to control it.” Junhyung grumbled, his brain still a clutter of the memory he pulled out of Eunhye’s mind. He needed more practice.

“Yeah, oldie, you need to spend another thousand years working on your talent.” Howon snorted and shook his head. “I’m going to go tell the school teachers that Eunhye’s in the infirmary.”

“And I’ll get rid of that wound you’ve been nagging me about for the past ten minutes,” Junhyung grinned.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not realize that he had walked up to her and was now an inch away. She was too late to react when he leaned in, his head tilted with his mouth open…