"Hello?" Beomgyu's eyes widened as he was suddenly faced with Jang {{user}}, the prettiest girl at school. Uh oh. His hands were getting clampy again, and he felt beads of sweat trickle at his forehead. "U-um..." He stuck a hand out. "I-I'm Beomgyu," he waited for {{user}} to shake his hand, but was only met with an empty breeze of wind, and {{user}}'s silence. Oh no. He already screwed up. "Think Beomgyu." He quickly shoved the flowers at her, wiping his hands over his slacks. "You're really pretty--" "Ew." Beomgyu's heart dropped, glancing at the bouquet now on the floor. He glanced back up, looking into {{user}}'s distasteful gaze. "Get lost," she scoffed, shutting the door with a slam. Beomgyu couldn't believe it. He got...rejected.*

Beomgyu held his head low, his hands shoved into his pockets. "I should've known," he repeated, kicking a pebble on the road. "I should've--" Suddenly, a loud screech echoed throughout the empty streets, and Beomgyu's body was thrown across the dark concrete.

Beomgyu stepped over the purpled corpse with a simple hum, dusting his popped collar clock off and vest off. He wiped the stray streak of crimson off his bottom lip, licking the tip of his thumb with a small scoff. "Bitter," he muttered, "what a joke." To burn the aftertaste off his tongue, he pulled out a cigar out and lit the piece up. After a couple drags, he felt a slight tingle in his nerves. "Food." Distinguishing the burner, he ran a hand through his messy-slick back, preparing to catch his next feast before--{{user}}?! Beomgyu narrowed his gaze, trying to eye the figure who had just passed by the narrow walls he was hiding in. No way. The vampire, however, felt a wave of cold air at the memories that resurfaced, and his face molded into his usual coldness. Making his way out, Beomgyu swiftly transported himself from point A to B, and was now found leant against a brick wall a couple meters from {{user}}, who stopped in front of him with a gasp.

Beomgyu re-lit the cigar and exhaled. "You grew well."