One Bloody Waltz | Vampire!BTS x Reader

VI 🌹

The Perfect and the Pianist

Code: (U/M): University Major

Gulp.

I swallowed thickly, my eyes locked in Hoseok's bright ones, what was I to say to him? And why would he ask me that anyway? Staring at him, I couldn't help but lower my gaze before I let out a cough.

"Honestly, I don't really know..." I stated, shame lacing my every word, there was no shame in that, and yet I couldn't help the tone of my statement.

Looking up to meet his eyes once more, I was both shocked and relieved to see that his expression wasn't one of sorrow or anger, but it was an expression of... relief? Happiness? Somewhere in between.

He let out a light laugh before he pulled back and I pushed myself off of the wall, looking at him quizzically, why did he look so happy? I didn't bother asking, but I did scoff which caught his attention, even so, his smile didn't really leave his lips.

"I knew it." He declared, and my eyebrows furrowed. If he knew it, why would he ask me? Apparently, that question was written all over my face, considering he looked me straight in the eye and grinned.

"I asked you to be sure, I might have suspicions but I don't know everything." He stated and I couldn't help but huff once more as I crossed my arms.

"I'm going to go get my book bag, we should probably head out now if we wanna find a bus," I informed and he looked at me with an arched brow, expressing his amusement.

"Do you really want to take the bus, (Y/N)?" He questioned and I shrugged my shoulders, "Do I have a choice?"

"Well, we do have a limo," He informed as he eyed me, chuckling at my shock.

Did he just... Did he just say limo?

I was still swallowing the info he gave me when he grabbed my hand, holding onto it tightly.

"Come on, my little ignorant, let's go get your book bag and head down to the garage." He declared and I frowned at the nickname.

"Ignorant?!" I repeated and he chuckled, "Little ignorant." He corrected and I groaned. I had an even harder time believing they were vampires.

After retrieving my backpack from my room, Hoseok and I headed down to the garage where he easily opened the large doors, and he revealed the car; and damn, was it a good looking car. It was a 2002 Traditional Limousine in slick black, it looked vintage, and I suppose that's what created its charm. I looked around it and Hoseok just stood there, staring at me.

I wasted no time opening the car's hood and taking a good look at its composites; Hoseok soon joined me.

"Interested in Mechanics, I see." He observed and I turned to him, "Not really, just curious."

"Is that so?" He asked and I nodded, my eyes focusing on the crankshaft, it seemed a bit overused, and I wondered if that were a problem, its duty was to actually turn the linear motion into rotational motion, in other meanings, move the wheels and therefore move the car -After the car burnt the gasoline of course- so there was a possibility for the car to not move at all if it got old; I decided against telling Hoseok though, after all, only one crankpin journal was rusted, I'd just tell him later though.

As my eyes focused on the different metal parts of the engine, I didn't notice Hoseok's eyes on me, hell, I didn't even feel his intense stare. Contrary to how I was during dinner, right now, I was completely absorbed in figuring out if this car was similar to others, and I couldn't feel how he was looking, staring, admiring. I couldn't see the obscene longing in his eyes, I couldn't see the sorrow in them, I couldn't see the heartbreak in them. Hell, even if I had, I wouldn't have known what it was about.