Carried along on the wind is a scent that has Soojung’s senses tingling, both familiar and unfamiliar with its similarity to hers. It sends a shock through her system and she pauses midstep to lift her nose to the air, too focused to care even as someone cuffs her shoulder from behind, muttering a quick “learn how to walk” as he passes. Soojung could care less as people skirt around her, some of them close enough to brush her arms.
"Hm."
She turns on her heel, following the scent. Finding another dhampir in the area would be a blessing - just as she is yearning for one, one appears. Perhaps she is not as damned as she thinks. The breeze comes again and it is stronger - she is sure that it’s not in her head. Weaving between bodies, human bodies with a warmth that does not appeal to her at the moment, she comes across a young male whose eyes are coincidentially also trained on her. It only takes a moment to realize that he is what she had been looking for, he who is tall and slim yet muscled, leaning against the wall. With the way he is looking at her she wonders if perhaps he is thinking the same as she is - searching for a potential companion, one to destroy the world with.
Truthfully, there is a bit of courage needed to speak up. She doesn’t want to scare him away, nor does she want to seem too needy - because fuck that, Soojung is not needy. She refuses to portray herself that way. Coming closer, pushing against the flow until she is standing just in front of him, head tilting up so to look him in the eyes, endless blue. Passerby graze her back as they move past, in a hurry to pump some excitement into their own lives.
She grins inwardly, already envisioning the terror the two of them could bring together. Having ached for a friend for so long, she’d managed to surpress it underneath a body count and had spent hundreds of nights travelling the streets alone. Now it seems that her waiting has paid off. When offered the opportunity to acquire a companion here, it reignites her wish for one and she gives the man a smile.
"Nice out tonight, isn’t it?"
It does take him a bit of time, to be able to settle nicely in a crowd like this, when he’s actually searching from something he won’t be able to identify by appearance. It makes him much more wary then he usually is, has his senses on edge in a manner much unlike the way they’re usually acting up. Eased, would be his natural state, eased and amused perhaps. This was nothing close to that. Hoseok was focused, a bit jittery because of uncertainty of what exactly to expect. He has never met anyone of his own kind before, not a single time and he doesn’t know if they’re all like him or if they differ. It would be interesting to see really.
The hairs decorating his nape bristles, skin rising in goosebumps when the scent grows stronger and he squints for a moment, as if he wants to be able to trace it with his azure hues, albeit knowing that he can’t. It’s a strange sensation however, the way his skin tingles with anticipation, with excitement he hasn’t felt in years. It’s something he can’t really recreate when he wants to, hasn’t found an activity that can produce that level of adrenaline. Unless Jinki is chasing him up and down dark alleys. Because Hoseok knows he can’t escape the claws of a full-feathered vampire very easily. But he seems to do well either way. Of course, those thoughts are absent at this very moment, far too occupied with letting his eyes skim through the crowd.
He spots her after a few minutes, and it grows apparent to him that she has noticed his presence as well, and that he’s not the only one who’s looking. It makes him grin, a faint curl of his lips as light hues lock by her frame as she moves through the crowd. When she’s close enough, his eyes lock with hers. She’s pretty, he credits her for it, mostly to himself of course because he isn’t one to speak up about such things after just laying eyes on someone for a mere few minutes, instead just studying her frame little by little.
“Yeah.” He agrees to her statement with a brief nod and a wry smile. Hoseok always gets a bit more twisted when darkness falls to envelope the city in shadows, and it blames it on instincts he isn’t supposed to have. But it doesn’t bother him as much as it could have, at least. Because he’s been quite the grim type for most of his life, only growing more sensible during his teenage years, up until now when he has reached the age of twenty. “ I suppose you figured out that we’re the same?” He then questioned her, without much regret nor consideration, out of mere curiosity but also because he was indeed quite sure that it was the only reason to why she had approached him in the first place.
“Or am I wrong?”