Hoseok wasn’t afraid of him, he had never been. Jinki knew as much. The boy was too cocky and too careless, oblivious to what the vampire wad truly capable of if he were so inclined. It would be far too easy to tear him apart, but the let the half-blood believe that his abilities were enough to keep him safe for now.
The mischievous look and the playfulness of the younger is something Jinki was already familiar with, so it was easy to dismiss. He let cold fingers slip up to grab onto the nape of Hoseok’s neck. His scent hit the blond’s sensitive nose and he was reminded of why he had been interested in the boy in the first place.
At the breathy whisper, Jinki laughed. “If I haven’t broken you, it’s because I haven’t felt like it. But don’t worry.” The vampire dragged a sharp nail down the boy’s cheek, watching as tiny drops of blood welled on the thin line he left behind. The stench made his stomach turn. “Our game will end soon enough.”
As moments passed, as seconds slowly moved forth to become an entire minute, his gaze still didn’t waver. Those azure hues of his lingered to stare right back into the gleaming ones of the elder, smirk present still and expression as smug as it always was. Hoseok considered himself fearless in most situations, even when dealing with things… creatures or people, whom he knew could overpower him easily. He was no real full-feathered vampire, he knew that very well, but it didn’t mean he didn’t have a chance at defending himself against one.
A brow quirked, when Jinki grabbed onto his nape and Hoseok couldn’t help the strange shivers it sent down his spine. Not only because of the vampire’s cold touch, but because of the way it made his stomach churn. He loved it, the thrill of hovering danger.
“Haven’t felt like it?” He questioned with an amused snort, voice skeptical as he shook his head in the most subtle of ways, not able to do much else as of now. His lisp pressed into a thin line when Jinki’s sharp nail dragged down his cheek. It stung, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, albeit the fact that he hated the scent of his own blood. “ Growing tired of me are you?” He tipped his head to the side, slightly, hands raised to be lain to rest upon slim shoulders. “ Shame. ”