bloodline ; seventeen

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Wen Junhui loved to share his meals. Even in the mortal world, the Chinese-born man hated to eat alone; always asking Mingyu or Soonyoung too accompany his being as he ate cheep ramen or god-awful takeout. Regardless of the situation, the chocolate haired boy was a firm believer in that a meal with a friend makes the dish even more delicious. That very point was made as the elder man sat with the teenage supernaturals at the long table; shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth with every second.

With a smile on his face as he swallowed a mouth full of noodles and freshly cooked veggies, he spoke with a contagious sense of cheer. "Your friend really is an amazing cook! Way better than the takeout places." He commented, the purple eyed Korean-Mexican boy nodding in agreement at his truthful words.

However, Zhennen just wore a sour expression at the mention of takeout. "You shouldn't eat take out, Junnie." He started, gaining the focus from the two others present at the wooden rectangular table in an instant. "Their additives and added chemicals aren't good for the....for the..."

Samuel watched Zhennan struggle with his words, immediately running to his aide. The half-fairy boy watched the vampiric's pale hand repeatedly pounded against the clothed area of his left chest area; pointing to the area as well. To that, Samuel just nodded and looked toward the brown-eyed beauty to translate for his teen-counterpart. "Heart." He finished, surprised by the connection the two had. "He said It's not good for your heart."

"Right!" Zhennan burst, an annoyed expression filling his face. "I always forget the word for heart! Ugh, I hate Korean." With self annoyance and anger filling his system, the black haired boy just laid his head against the dark wooden table; the half full bowl of ramen being forgot completely. Without a second world, and a pair of chopstick in hand, the purple eyed boy laid his hand over Zhennan's shoulders with his free hand, nothing but a light touch falling onto his shoulders

Smiling at the words of the Chinese boy opposite to him, and the actions between the two youngest, Junhui spoke with positive words toward the two; especially aimed toward the now tired and fed-up boy, Zhou Zhennan. "Don't worry, you'll catch up." He spoke with reassurance, Zhennan turning his focus from the wooden table-surface to Junhui's figure. "Trust me, it just takes time."

"I know, I know..." He said, his bitter tongue being bitten slightly with the other's correct logic. "It's just tiring, you know....I'm tired." Samuel's touch became firmer and more emotional, supporting his friend in any way, shape or form with his abilities in silence.

"Just hang in a little longer. You'll be speaking Korean in no time." Junhui said with a certain sparkle in his eyes, something Zhennen could only describe as utterly hopeful and positive. Involuntarily, a small grin appeared on the vampires face. "It took me a little to become fully fluent too. Don't give up, Nannan."

The black haired beauty rolled his eyes at the cheesy remark, a soft chuckle following his words. With his small laugh still flowing through his system, he raised his read off the table; Samuel removing his touch with a small ounce of sadness. However, Zhennan didn't see his true emotion in time, because by the time his red eyes met the other's ultra-violet toned orbs, a smile and hopeful stars filled his expression. Looking back at the eldest of the three, the shortest at the table bowed at a very small angle; just enough to show his thanks. "Thank you, I won't. Zhous never give up." Zhennan finished his words in Mandarin, Junhui understanding immediately, however, leaving the purple eyes boy in the dark.

"Huh?" He questioned, looking at both Zhennan and Junhui with puzzled expressions. "What does that mean."

"I said 'Zhous never give up' in Mandarin." The raven haired teen translated in English, now leaving the elder in the dark at the moment. However, he got the idea that the teen was acting as a translator and held back his question about the conversation. Nonetheless, questions regarding the new world he was suddenly thrown into filling his head viciously; flooding his thoughts fast and hard. Without a single barrier holding back his sudden wave of questions, Junhui let his queries fill the air of the dinning room.