day moon; the rewrite - part one
title; day moon (the rewrite)
rating; nc-17/explicit
pairing; yoosu
summary; it takes one bite, to kill. it takes blood, to be reborn. and it takes one beast, to bring the end of us all. or the one where vampires hunt vampires and a pair of siblings are planning an apocalypse of sorts.
important; an ongoing project - rewrite. irregular updates, for sure. (although at the moment, am aiming for short/regular. but you know me, when real life strikes, i lose the will to write, and my life is quite unstable rn). this is a whole new 'day moon', my friends. less humor, less wacky cast, less numerous plots and plotholes (i hope, lol) - basically everything that frustrated me about day moon, causing me to be unable to write the next part of the story. this won't be 'the first part in a trilogy', i'm taking out a lot of subplots and side-char povs. focusing more on yoosu, and the main plot that started this story - day moon will be the beginning and the end.
to anyone, who is actually willing to join me again on this journey. i love you and you have my gratitude.
to those staying away, i understand, lol. look at my journal. look at the dates and the amount of absences. i'm not a trustworthy author.
now. shall we begin?
“Is it really him?” The woman speaks in a soft whisper, as if afraid to awaken her master. She places a trembling hand on stone, fingers delicately following the intricate design carved into the lid. This is his prison, and they will see him released from it.
“You doubt my word?”
She turns to the man who led her here and smiles, “Forgive me, but can you blame me? We have been seeking our treasure for centuries and to see what we most desire right here in front of us, well, it seems but a dream, too good to be true.”
The man’s stern face softens into understanding, “But it is true. The first step towards a new world is finished.” He comes closer, his cloak billowing out behind him. One hand holding the lantern, he reaches out the other, “Now we must wait, sister.”
The woman smiles beatifically, clasping the offered hand and stepping off the elevated ground surrounding the stone coffin. Hand-in-hand, they exit the chamber, following the freshly-dug underground tunnel up, rising straight into the middle of the building site for a new church. Her brother puts out the lantern as soon as they step into moonlight, turning around to pull the wooden latch down, hiding the tunnel from sight, the latch soon to be covered by a floor to hold rows of pews.
Before taking leave, she places a hand upon the latch as farewell, murmuring softly, “I will see you soon, father.”
MANY YEARS LATER
“Two cheese, one Big and two McChicks!” The girl wearing the headset shouts towards the kitchen area, already tapping the order onto her screen.
He grumbles but starts preparing the ingredients. A cigarette between lips, he inhales and exhales easily, as his hands follow the instructions in a careless manner. A handful of lettuce here, a dollop of sauce there, turn the meat, take out the chicken- blah, blah, blah.
It doesn't take long for the smell of smoke to travel the few meters around the corner and reach his co-worker’s nose. To be quite honest, since it’s the night shift and there are only two of them, he hoped it wouldn't be a big deal, maybe he can sweet-talk the girl into giving him leeway. But he forgot the cameras.
He always forgets the cameras.
“What the hell are you doing, Yoochun!?”
He looks up, cigarette drooping downwards between slackened lips. The girl looks shocked and outraged, ready to spit out a lecture.
Yoochun smiles sheepishly around the smoke, “Ah yeah, smoking is something I’m not supposed to do here, right? How quickly I forget, never been able to follow rules to a T and all that.”
*
Two months, huh,” He mutters as he looks at the entrance to his former workplace. Hoisting his backpack higher on his shoulder he sighs forlornly and turns to head for his motorcycle. He rustles in his coat pockets, getting another smoke and his lighter, not yet ready to part with his bad habit.
Time to look for a new job again.
“Junsu, dear? Where are you off to again?”
The 18-year-old turns, hand on the doorknob. In the kitchen doorway stands his aunt, a sweet woman with a kind face. And yet something lurks beneath it. He can’t stand to look at her.
“Out.”
“Oh,” she hesitates, brow furrowing into a worried frown. “Well, don’t be out too late. You’ve been going out a lot lately and with people going missing these days, I just... I worry, Junsu. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
He takes in her seemingly concerned expression with cold eyes. How well have they learned to act in order to lull him into a false sense of security, to fool him into believing they actually care. But he knows better now.
“I won’t be. Don’t worry.” With the terse reply, he exits his home, skin crawling with discomfort. Keys clenched in fist, he turns to walk down the street of normal-looking, suburban homes, towards the end of the road, where a car is waiting for him.
To lead him to a better place. Hopefully.
*
"Tell me, what is it that you fear?" An odd question considering their conversation before it consisted of Junsu's plans for college, but Dongwook is an odd man. After three weeks of dating him, Junsu's grown used to the other's random interests.
"Death," He remarks calmly, taking another swig of vodka, enjoying the weight of the man's arm on his shoulders as they stagger through the empty streets. They ditched the car a while back, Dongwook mentioning that it was stolen and they didn't want to be found now did they?
Two cities ago, Junsu had felt a moment of regret. All his things, his life, his friends - all behind him. But Dongwook shushed him, held him, caressed his fears away, promising a future, an actual future. Promised him new clothes, new friends, a new life. All they had to do, was to keep moving. To the place Dongwook called home.
"An odd fear for one as young as you."
"I'm sick. Won't last for much longer, probably won't finish college, if I even go."
"Ah." For the first time, Junsu sees Dongwook hesitate, as if unsure of how to proceed. It's unusual because Dongwook is the most fearless person he's ever met, never afraid to say his mind, do what he wants, take what he wants. It's what attracted Junsu to him in the first place. Junsu, who has been demure and obedient his whole life. But that Junsu disappeared after one overheard conversation, revealing the twisted reasoning behind his relatives' kindness. His aunt speaking to his barely alive husband, unknowing of Junsu's presence. The doctor's say, he's weakening, dear. It won't be much longer, just hang on for a few more years, I beg of you.
His dear, sweet aunt who always gave him all he desired as a child, cared for him when he fell ill, never raised her voice, was never angered by a child's clumsiness. Now Junsu knows it was all from guilt. Guilt for waiting expectantly the death of a child, the child of her husband's sister, no less. So her sick husband can receive a bone marrow transplant, for no other has matched as well as Junsu has. Lessens the risk of failure, if the cells match well, or so Junsu read after. He doesn't understand the reasoning, considering he's sick as well. But then again, he doesn't care to find out, either. He's left that life behind him now.
"So... what you got?"
"They don't know."
Dongwook's brow flies up in surprise, arm tightening around Junsu's shoulder. He'd like to think the other's feeling protective of him. He'd like to think the man doesn't want him to die.
"How can they not know?"
"It's some type of blood sickness they've never seen before. All they could figure out is that my body is growing weaker, immune system, that was weak to begin with, slowly failing. Soon, just a small case of a head cold can probably kill me. Although, they tend to think it's my blood cells that do it first. They offered to keep me in a bacteria-free room at the hospital but- heh, my aunt refused. Now I know why, I guess."
At Dongwook's questioning glance, he shakes his head, "I don't really wanna talk about it," and snuggles up to the man, breathing in the scent of cologne and sweat. They've been travelling all day now, both dirty and tired. "Have you decided upon a motel yet?" He asks innocently before pressing a kiss onto the other's neck. Dongwook chuckles.
"Yeah, come here."
A bored expression. Not a hint of sweat or the man being out of breath. A lot of the workers have paused to watch on as the newbie carries heavy items left and right, working with a tenacity unfamiliar to them. His arms are wiry, his body more of a swimmer build than heavy-lifting and yet, there he is, doing their work better than any other worker.
Afterwards, the boss claps Yoochun on the back cheerfully, "Man, at first I thought I was crazy for actually hiring you and was sure that I'd regret it later but wow, you're hiding something extraordinary under that skinny body, eh?"
Yoochun smirks mysteriously, "You have no idea, boss man. No idea."
*
You have 2 new messages.
"Oh c'mon. Don't be childish now. It's time to pick up the phone, Chun. Pick uuuuuh-uuuuup. No? Fine. You won't last for long, though. And when you finally call back, I'll be laughing at your face for a good long time. Well, not actually at your face since we'll be talking through the phone and not face-to-"
"Okay, I'm getting really tired of getting cut off by your stupid answering machine. Call me back, you fucking bitch. And don't forget to grovel to get back into my good graces."
Dongwook's cock inside him, hitting him where it feels so good over and over again. Sliding in so deep, so perfect. Junsu's muscles clench as the end approaches, pleasure coiling within his belly, hot warmth flowing through him and leaving him shuddering in its wake. His come spurts out onto his chest, marring his skin with stripes of white. Dongwook groans and in his moment of ecstasy, leans down to bite Junsu's neck. Hard enough to pierce flesh.
To suck, to suck his blood, the thing that's killing him but that's also keeping him alive.
Junsu trashes, he shouts until a hand comes up to muffle his desperation, clasping his jaw and holding his head still. His hands grasp at the other's sweaty skin, legs try to get bearing on flesh, to push him away, to push the monster away.
But it's no use, the other is suddenly not warm and pliable, but cold and immovable as stone.
Tears slide down his cheeks as he feels himself weakening.
He gasps for breath. He dies.
rating; nc-17/explicit
pairing; yoosu
summary; it takes one bite, to kill. it takes blood, to be reborn. and it takes one beast, to bring the end of us all. or the one where vampires hunt vampires and a pair of siblings are planning an apocalypse of sorts.
important; an ongoing project - rewrite. irregular updates, for sure. (although at the moment, am aiming for short/regular. but you know me, when real life strikes, i lose the will to write, and my life is quite unstable rn). this is a whole new 'day moon', my friends. less humor, less wacky cast, less numerous plots and plotholes (i hope, lol) - basically everything that frustrated me about day moon, causing me to be unable to write the next part of the story. this won't be 'the first part in a trilogy', i'm taking out a lot of subplots and side-char povs. focusing more on yoosu, and the main plot that started this story - day moon will be the beginning and the end.
to anyone, who is actually willing to join me again on this journey. i love you and you have my gratitude.
to those staying away, i understand, lol. look at my journal. look at the dates and the amount of absences. i'm not a trustworthy author.
now. shall we begin?
“Is it really him?” The woman speaks in a soft whisper, as if afraid to awaken her master. She places a trembling hand on stone, fingers delicately following the intricate design carved into the lid. This is his prison, and they will see him released from it.
“You doubt my word?”
She turns to the man who led her here and smiles, “Forgive me, but can you blame me? We have been seeking our treasure for centuries and to see what we most desire right here in front of us, well, it seems but a dream, too good to be true.”
The man’s stern face softens into understanding, “But it is true. The first step towards a new world is finished.” He comes closer, his cloak billowing out behind him. One hand holding the lantern, he reaches out the other, “Now we must wait, sister.”
The woman smiles beatifically, clasping the offered hand and stepping off the elevated ground surrounding the stone coffin. Hand-in-hand, they exit the chamber, following the freshly-dug underground tunnel up, rising straight into the middle of the building site for a new church. Her brother puts out the lantern as soon as they step into moonlight, turning around to pull the wooden latch down, hiding the tunnel from sight, the latch soon to be covered by a floor to hold rows of pews.
Before taking leave, she places a hand upon the latch as farewell, murmuring softly, “I will see you soon, father.”
MANY YEARS LATER
“Two cheese, one Big and two McChicks!” The girl wearing the headset shouts towards the kitchen area, already tapping the order onto her screen.
He grumbles but starts preparing the ingredients. A cigarette between lips, he inhales and exhales easily, as his hands follow the instructions in a careless manner. A handful of lettuce here, a dollop of sauce there, turn the meat, take out the chicken- blah, blah, blah.
It doesn't take long for the smell of smoke to travel the few meters around the corner and reach his co-worker’s nose. To be quite honest, since it’s the night shift and there are only two of them, he hoped it wouldn't be a big deal, maybe he can sweet-talk the girl into giving him leeway. But he forgot the cameras.
He always forgets the cameras.
“What the hell are you doing, Yoochun!?”
He looks up, cigarette drooping downwards between slackened lips. The girl looks shocked and outraged, ready to spit out a lecture.
Yoochun smiles sheepishly around the smoke, “Ah yeah, smoking is something I’m not supposed to do here, right? How quickly I forget, never been able to follow rules to a T and all that.”
*
Two months, huh,” He mutters as he looks at the entrance to his former workplace. Hoisting his backpack higher on his shoulder he sighs forlornly and turns to head for his motorcycle. He rustles in his coat pockets, getting another smoke and his lighter, not yet ready to part with his bad habit.
Time to look for a new job again.
“Junsu, dear? Where are you off to again?”
The 18-year-old turns, hand on the doorknob. In the kitchen doorway stands his aunt, a sweet woman with a kind face. And yet something lurks beneath it. He can’t stand to look at her.
“Out.”
“Oh,” she hesitates, brow furrowing into a worried frown. “Well, don’t be out too late. You’ve been going out a lot lately and with people going missing these days, I just... I worry, Junsu. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
He takes in her seemingly concerned expression with cold eyes. How well have they learned to act in order to lull him into a false sense of security, to fool him into believing they actually care. But he knows better now.
“I won’t be. Don’t worry.” With the terse reply, he exits his home, skin crawling with discomfort. Keys clenched in fist, he turns to walk down the street of normal-looking, suburban homes, towards the end of the road, where a car is waiting for him.
To lead him to a better place. Hopefully.
*
"Tell me, what is it that you fear?" An odd question considering their conversation before it consisted of Junsu's plans for college, but Dongwook is an odd man. After three weeks of dating him, Junsu's grown used to the other's random interests.
"Death," He remarks calmly, taking another swig of vodka, enjoying the weight of the man's arm on his shoulders as they stagger through the empty streets. They ditched the car a while back, Dongwook mentioning that it was stolen and they didn't want to be found now did they?
Two cities ago, Junsu had felt a moment of regret. All his things, his life, his friends - all behind him. But Dongwook shushed him, held him, caressed his fears away, promising a future, an actual future. Promised him new clothes, new friends, a new life. All they had to do, was to keep moving. To the place Dongwook called home.
"An odd fear for one as young as you."
"I'm sick. Won't last for much longer, probably won't finish college, if I even go."
"Ah." For the first time, Junsu sees Dongwook hesitate, as if unsure of how to proceed. It's unusual because Dongwook is the most fearless person he's ever met, never afraid to say his mind, do what he wants, take what he wants. It's what attracted Junsu to him in the first place. Junsu, who has been demure and obedient his whole life. But that Junsu disappeared after one overheard conversation, revealing the twisted reasoning behind his relatives' kindness. His aunt speaking to his barely alive husband, unknowing of Junsu's presence. The doctor's say, he's weakening, dear. It won't be much longer, just hang on for a few more years, I beg of you.
His dear, sweet aunt who always gave him all he desired as a child, cared for him when he fell ill, never raised her voice, was never angered by a child's clumsiness. Now Junsu knows it was all from guilt. Guilt for waiting expectantly the death of a child, the child of her husband's sister, no less. So her sick husband can receive a bone marrow transplant, for no other has matched as well as Junsu has. Lessens the risk of failure, if the cells match well, or so Junsu read after. He doesn't understand the reasoning, considering he's sick as well. But then again, he doesn't care to find out, either. He's left that life behind him now.
"So... what you got?"
"They don't know."
Dongwook's brow flies up in surprise, arm tightening around Junsu's shoulder. He'd like to think the other's feeling protective of him. He'd like to think the man doesn't want him to die.
"How can they not know?"
"It's some type of blood sickness they've never seen before. All they could figure out is that my body is growing weaker, immune system, that was weak to begin with, slowly failing. Soon, just a small case of a head cold can probably kill me. Although, they tend to think it's my blood cells that do it first. They offered to keep me in a bacteria-free room at the hospital but- heh, my aunt refused. Now I know why, I guess."
At Dongwook's questioning glance, he shakes his head, "I don't really wanna talk about it," and snuggles up to the man, breathing in the scent of cologne and sweat. They've been travelling all day now, both dirty and tired. "Have you decided upon a motel yet?" He asks innocently before pressing a kiss onto the other's neck. Dongwook chuckles.
"Yeah, come here."
A bored expression. Not a hint of sweat or the man being out of breath. A lot of the workers have paused to watch on as the newbie carries heavy items left and right, working with a tenacity unfamiliar to them. His arms are wiry, his body more of a swimmer build than heavy-lifting and yet, there he is, doing their work better than any other worker.
Afterwards, the boss claps Yoochun on the back cheerfully, "Man, at first I thought I was crazy for actually hiring you and was sure that I'd regret it later but wow, you're hiding something extraordinary under that skinny body, eh?"
Yoochun smirks mysteriously, "You have no idea, boss man. No idea."
*
You have 2 new messages.
"Oh c'mon. Don't be childish now. It's time to pick up the phone, Chun. Pick uuuuuh-uuuuup. No? Fine. You won't last for long, though. And when you finally call back, I'll be laughing at your face for a good long time. Well, not actually at your face since we'll be talking through the phone and not face-to-"
"Okay, I'm getting really tired of getting cut off by your stupid answering machine. Call me back, you fucking bitch. And don't forget to grovel to get back into my good graces."
Dongwook's cock inside him, hitting him where it feels so good over and over again. Sliding in so deep, so perfect. Junsu's muscles clench as the end approaches, pleasure coiling within his belly, hot warmth flowing through him and leaving him shuddering in its wake. His come spurts out onto his chest, marring his skin with stripes of white. Dongwook groans and in his moment of ecstasy, leans down to bite Junsu's neck. Hard enough to pierce flesh.
To suck, to suck his blood, the thing that's killing him but that's also keeping him alive.
Junsu trashes, he shouts until a hand comes up to muffle his desperation, clasping his jaw and holding his head still. His hands grasp at the other's sweaty skin, legs try to get bearing on flesh, to push him away, to push the monster away.
But it's no use, the other is suddenly not warm and pliable, but cold and immovable as stone.
Tears slide down his cheeks as he feels himself weakening.
He gasps for breath. He dies.