- c h e o l - m i n x|x male x♤x vampire x♤x 18 yrs / 429 yrs x♤x senior x♤x tags; open x♤
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despite being at the hawthorne academy for almost a year, you'd expect cheol-min to have gotten around way more than he has at this point. there were still many students he's never even mustered up a 'hello' for - students he's seen around but never bothered talking to them. yet, everything feels new everyday. every person that he passes by seems like someone he's never seen in his life even though he has. to him, new people are not too exciting for him to meet and no relationship really lasts for him as they end up being scared off in one way or another. and needless to say, he doesn't ever truly care whether they stick around or not. he's not the most charismatic and affectionate person in the world - if there's even an ounce of either of those two traits at all, they never reveal themselves. so, people leave. but now it's the new year. a new start, presumably, and a welcome party to begin that year. he wants to try harder this time, and try to understand the people around him more.
this is exactly what he thinks has he glowers at himself in the mirror. his bright ruby eyes traveled up and down at his figure, harshly judging himself in his formal attire. he wasn't used to really dressing up or looking nice - especially for another. though, he always kept a suit when he traveled, for when the time was right. he supposed that now would be that time. he didn't enjoy the look on him, to say the least; he was a more laid-back guy, rather than a formal one when it comes to fashion. and truly, the outfit was uncomfortable. he almost thought of just ripping it off and throwing it in the trash, but he decided against it, as a plan t-shirt with some pants probably wouldn't be appreciated at such an event. he huffed, clenching his jaw tightly before going back to fixing his cuffs. once he was done grooming himself, he wasted no time leaving the safety of his room and heading straight to the ballroom.
he entered the area where the party was held, stopping in his tracks as he glanced around the room with an almost predatory gaze. though, that moment was brief, as he quickly snapped out of it and stepped further into the room. another look, then the food table finally caught his eyes and he decided to go for that, because why not? he peered down at the table for a few seconds, none of it seeming really appetizing. he never enjoyed human food - in fact, it tasted quite disgusting to him. he chose to just settle on grabbing a cup and pouring himself some punch, just to try it out of curiosity. with the first drink, he scowled down at it before quickly throwing it away. after that, he huffed and then snatched a blood bag to get rid of the everlasting taste that the punch left. he took a seat at one of the tables, crossing his legs and watching as more people joined the party.