Snow Melts Away Like Kindness Passes Away
Slap.
"Fuck-"
Slap.
"Ow!" A desperate yelp of pain left Jungkook's lips as he held his head, his front teeth biting onto the pink flesh of his lower lip. His closed eyes opened into a menacing glare as he looked at me.
"What the hell was that for, (Y/N)-ah?!" He shouted out his question, his eyes full of fury as I took my sweet time yawning.
"I know that like, you guys don't sleep much cause you're vampires and all that jazz, but I'm still human and you guys have got to let me sleep goddamn it." I declared, my voice frighteningly low because of my recent awakening. "And I still have morning breath Jesus Christ!"
"That doesn't mean you have to slap me!" Jungkook retorted and I rose my eyebrows, "Yeah, maybe I should've bitten your lip."
"I never thought you were the kinky ty-"
Slap.
"Okay, okay I get it. I'll let you sleep." He gave up, I heaved out a deep breath, allowing myself to fall limp onto the mattress once more.
"Can I at least sleep here?" He requested and I crooked up a brow. "Depends. Are you touchy feely like Taehyung?"
"Oh, hell n- Wait, you slept with TaeTae-hyung?!" He quickly retorted and I let out a sigh. "Guess you can sleep here."
"Yah! You did-"
"I thought you were supposed to be like, the chill one?" I questioned and his lips quickly settled into a firm line. I dropped onto the bed on my side and held my pillow, hugging it close to my chest as I ignored his every word.
Eventually, he gave up and simply laid down beside me, my back facing him. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep and heaved breath, attempting to relax myself enough to go back to sleep. I was slowly losing consciousness when I felt Jungkook's arms wrap around my body and I shivered slightly, his chin came in contact with the crook of my neck. I was basically half-asleep, but even so, a questioning of his actions left my lips, but due to my hazy mind, it came out more like a hum than understandable words, making him chuckle.
"Nothing, I'm just cold, (Y/N)-ah." He stated, his hand stroking my hair. I heard his words, and understood them, but my inactive brain barely understood his words.
I felt his body come closer to my own, almost blending with my own, our tightly hugging bodies could have looked like one to anyone who came into the room. My dodgy mind couldn't for any words, only listen and allow my throat to let out hums and incomprehensible murmurs.
"I'm so cold (Y/N)-ah," He repeated, his voice dropping low. "I haven't felt warm in such a long time. I constantly feel as if I'm stuck in a dimension of never-ending winter." He explained, his voice lulling and hypnotic, making me fall deeper into unconsciousness, but never quite falling asleep, wanting to hear more of his words, his sweet but tragic words.
"My life has been reduced to a never-ending frozen cycle ever since she left me, she decided to leave me because of what she lived through. She never thought that the answer to her own hurt would cause my own, but I don't blame her, (Y/N)-ah. I can't blame her." He narrated, his words coming to an abrupt stop as a hitched breath left his lips. Was it really a hitched breath? My eyes split open as my mind processed what it was; it was a sob.
A heavy and emotion-filled sob that my mind, that my heart couldn't bear to ignore, even through my hazy and sleepy state. My heart clenched as I tried to turn around, but his tightening arms wouldn't let me, he probably didn't want me to see him in his... miserable state.
Despite my paralyzed state, my hands managed to find his own and hold them, entangling my fingers into his own in one hand and stroking his knuckles with the other; trying to provide him with some type of comfort.
I swallowed; hearing his extremely loud sobs as his breaths became uneven and his tears met with the hot skin of my neck and I swallowed once more, unable to handle his melancholy wails and whimpers. Feeling his arms loosen their grip, I turned around, finally looking at him, his flushed tear stained cheeks and trembling lips. His teeth clutching at his lower one, trying to stop himself from crying, afraid to appear weak. To me, he looked not weak, he looked beautifully human.
Raising my hand, I set it on his cottony cheek, stroking it and wiping at the intruding tears that only enhanced the delicacy of his features. My thumb gently grazed over the soft flesh, wiping the crystal teardrops that escaped from the utmost sublime brown orbs my eyes have ever met. My gestures seemed to only worsen his crying and I couldn't take it. He looked so sad, so despairing, so different from the rest of the times I saw him. Images of his careless stance entered my mind, and wouldn't match the vision I, now, had of him. Luminous tears and trembling flesh did not match his usual emotionless figure, but it showed that he had emotions, feelings, a personality, a heart.
Perhaps he believed that his endless sobs and never-ending crying weren't the best way to show the existence of his humanity, but he showed it nonetheless, he put his heart out there for me to witness, for me to see. He allowed me to see what a beauty he could be when he showed that he was still human, perhaps he craved blood, he had inhuman strength, he was far too attractive, there were too many factors that omitted him from the human race, but his heart, his fragile and delicate heart was not one of those factors.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hugged him, my hands softly stroking his hair in a motherly manner as he gently cuddled closer to me, wrapping his arms and legs around me, taking in my warmth and caring gestures.
"It's okay Jungkook...It's okay. It's okay." I repeated those words, soothing him, his reckless sobs and cries of pain slowly transitioned into an even breathing as his eyes closed in exhaustion from his tragic and pained outburst. His heartbeat settled, his features softened, but not into his usual indifferent expression, into a relaxed and innocent expression that suited his every feature. He looked so childish, it was adorable. I couldn't help the probably dorky smile that my lips stretched onto.
Carefully, I gently kissed his head before I slowly separated myself from him, stopping abruptly when I felt his hands gripping at my sides, refusing to let me go. I was completely helpless in front of his begging expression and allowed myself to hold onto him, hugging him once more, losing myself in the warmth of his body and the sweet lullaby of his breathing. I let out a small sigh, eyeing his relaxed expression.
"Jungkook-ah, don't worry." I whispered, to no one in particular.
"Don't you worry, there's always a beautiful spring day after a long winter."
Thank you, (Y/N)-ah.
For taking care of him.
Like I never did.
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Two weeks passed by in a blur, tests started rolling by, and we managed to all get used to each other, in as little as two weeks. The boys weren't as, how do I say, affectionate, perhaps? Due to Jin's recriminations about how their grades needed to be better than the past year, I, of course, was also subdued to this treatment, but instead of being screamed at, he simply helped me do better, along with Suga and Namjoon.
As for the others, they focused on providing them with positivity, and not allowing me to stay all day every day in my room studying the shit out of my brain. That was very sweet of them. Also, with the weather getting colder and colder, I found comfort in their clothing, stealing it and to my surprise, they never hesitated in offering me their garments, some of them were actually very pleased with it. Cough, Taehyung, cough.
I learned a lot about the seven boys, and how much dorks they actually were, and all of their little habits that I learned to love from weekly outings that lovely little Jimin organized, for whatever reason. I came to realize that they were all so special, in different ways; they were also pretty much dorks, and I believe that that's what brought out the best in them. I came to get to know each and everyone, even if it wasn't in any special type of way. They were all simply so friendly, and so genuine, and despite my confused state regarding my feelings for them, their friendliness definitely helped in settling those out, at least for a while.
Troubles didn't really occur, I still heard the threatening voice that judged me for all my actions from time to time, but it was very faint, and most of the time I couldn't comprehend the anonymous woman's words. I heard it mostly whenever I was in the shower, for some twisted reason, I talked to Namjoon about it, but he couldn't put his hand on what it could be, other than a Siren Vampire, that's it. After a while, he simply assured me that I should not worry about it anymore, to which I was reluctant, but decided to trust him.
Today was somewhat as a special day, I assumed it was a regular day, and as I headed back towards the car at the end of my classes, I couldn't find the sleek black car anywhere. Raising my eyebrows, I shoved my hands deeper into the large brown coat that belonged to none other than Namjoon. Looking around, I wondered where on earth they could be, only to notice a bright turquoise motorcycle at the very end of the parking lot, beside it none other than the most adorable vampire I'd ever seen; Hoseok.
He enlightened me with a wide smile and a wave before he called out my name and I hurried over, greeting him with a small smile myself. He adorned me with a hug, which I didn't necessarily have the ability to exchange because of his tight grip.
Letting out a small chuckle, he pulled back and lowered my, well, Taehyung's, flat cap onto my eyes. I whined a bit before pulling it up and he chuckled.
"Where are the others?"
"Since Taehyung got out earlier than usual and they all finish early today, they just left, assuming we'd be able to come back on our own." He stated.
"But I guess it's okay! My friend Sehun lent me this awesome bike!" He declared, happiness lacing his voice and I shrugged.
"Yeah I guess it's cool, but hell that was selfless of them." I responded, sarcasm in my voice, contrasting thickly with his light tone.
"Right," He declared, smiling at my ways.
"Let's just go. Anywhere you want to stop by?" He questioned.
"Yeah actually, how about we go get some cocoa? And I need new ear pods, it'd be awesome if we could stop by in the village." I requested and he nodded.
"Yes, ma'am!" He exclaimed with a bow as he took a seat on the bike, I hesitated in joining, which he obviously noticed as a small smile was sent my way.
"Come on, what're you waiting for?"
With no further ado, I joined him onto the bike, slipped the helmet onto my head and wrapped my arms around him in order to keep my balance on the engine, to which he didn't respond, a slight hitched breath left his lips and I didn't question it, assuming it was from the cold. Slowly, he started the vehicle and as he moved into the lane and started speeding, I felt a cold rush which honestly felt relieving, and liberating as well.
I clutched onto Hoseok tighter, seeking his body warmth and he simply sent me a smile, which I returned, trying to match the brilliance in his smile, which was impossible. In the past weeks, I came to realize that Hoseok had been so... sad in his past, at least that's what I was told by Jungkook, his sadness and closeness to depression was enough to make him hate, hell, despite the feeling of utter sorrow and anguish, and he vowed that he wouldn't submit to such feelings ever again.
Surely, he was still a person with feelings, values, dreams, and fears, but as much as he could, he disallowed people to witness whenever he fell into these negative emotions and feelings. To him, the world was cruel itself on its own and thus for everyone, and he genuinely didn't want to be more of a burden, if he fell through such dark holes, he wished to do it alone, because to him, no one should drag sadness upon people. In a perfect world he envisioned, life was happy, life was blissful, life was a never-ending daydream of prosperity and peace.
How beautiful.
I admired those aspects of him, I viewed his sight of the world as something that was far unreachable, but worth believing in. I came to realize that he was truly the sweetest of them, and I couldn't help but crave the truth, wanting to know what exactly occurred to him in the past that could've made him so sad, to the point that he no longer wanted to feel that emotion. I had completely lost myself in a long trail of thought, not even realizing we were there; nearby a Tech store.
"Hey, (Y/N)-ah!" Hoseok repeated for god knows how many times till I jumped out of my trance.
"Ugh, yeah, I'm sorry, I dozed off." I apologized and he nodded.
"It's okay, how about you go buy the earphones and I go get the cocoa?" He questioned and I nodded, "Sure, where should we meet after?"
"The Town Square?" He suggested and I nodded, it was a nearby location to the both of us.
"Alright then. I'll go park this baby right there, I'll see you later (Y/N)-ah!" He declared, driving away and I let out a laugh.
"Sunshine."
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Finally, I managed to pick out a white pair of earphones and I quickly made my way towards the Town Square, scared I might've made Hoseok wait too long. Taking large and fast strides, I managed to reach the center of the small village quicker than I thought I could, and I was pretty ashamed to see that Hoseok was waiting for me, sat on a rusted old bench, probably freezing in the cold February breeze.
I ran my way towards him, not wanting to keep him waiting for longer whilst. The sound of my footsteps on the marble stone floor echoing through the column filled court must've caught his attention, seeing as he turned his head sideways, meeting my gaze. I slowed my pace, looking at him.
"I'm so sorry, I must've kept you waiting for ages." I apologized, finally reaching the lone bench, he smiled understandingly.
"It's alright, (Y/N)-ah. I was just a bit worried. I thought something might've happened to you." I chuckled.
"Yah! What could happen to me?" I questioned and he laughed.
"From everything that's happened before, lots of things could happen to you, (Y/N)-ah." I looked at him with an irritated expression.
"Don't screw with my fantasies, in my mind, I'm the world's most badass soldier ever!" I exclaimed and he laughed.
"Is that so?! Then how come you're constantly bumping into walls and pouting all about it?" He questioned and I glared.
"I'm living with seven vampires, I'm a goddamn survivor." I stated, crossing my arms and he laughed once more, his melodious laughter resounding in the large empty plaza we were in and I grinned, content with myself that I succeeded in bringing out his amusement.
"Alright, alright." He was defeated and I raised my fist in the air, lowering it as I let out a loud and victorious 'Yes!', only further enticing him to laugh, making me laugh as well. The harmonic sound of his happiness was quite contagious, and I didn't even bother trying to hold myself from laughing. Scratching my knuckles; I looked around before settling my eyes once more on him.
"So, should we go?" I suggested and he shrugged before darting his eyes back to the large monument in the middle of the court, I followed his gaze, awaiting his response.
"How about we stay here for a little while?" He proposed and I shrugged as well before nodding a bit. "Sure."
Joining him on the bench, I shoved my hands into my pockets, attempting to keep them warm as my eyes settled on the statue that was facing us. I noted the great detailing, despite the obvious oldness of the showpiece, it was still so captivating. The water that usually flowed around it was frozen because of the cold, but it didn't dilute of its beauty nonetheless. It was very... expressive.
A woman, sat down, her eyes lowered onto seemingly a young boy, her eyes glued onto him, his own were closed. Despite her lifelessness, you could see the obvious care in her eyes, her inanimate eyes. Her concern and pure fright for whomever she was holding was a clarity, a clarity for the pure motherliness that was intended whilst carving the breathtaking piece. The more I looked at the sculpted body, I couldn't help but feel admiration, it was perhaps simply a statue, but it surely had a deep meaning to it. Turning my head, I was about to ask Hoseok for his opinion about the masterpiece, only to be met with quite the sight.
His deep brown eyes were settled on the tribute stone, red and teary with emotion, even so, his smile was present, small, frail, unnoticeable, but still there. That small smile was similar to a small hint of hope one would have after a long cruel day, it was very heartbreaking to see that, and one would think that perhaps the admiring and valuing smile would lessen the feeling of pure pain that his hurt eyes gave me, but it only enhanced it. Seeing someone as special as him feel unbearable pain and yet; not allow himself to fall into it was too much for me to handle. If I were feeling this much unhappiness by simply looking at him, I wondered what kind of explosive sadness he must've been feeling behind that not shattering glass of optimism he wore so brightly. It pained me, it amazed me, how could he be so strong?
My eyes settled on the tear that dropped on his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away, not wanting me to see the drop of oppressed sorrow that was a witness to the existing anguish that he was feeling. My brain questioned as to why he was so mesmerized by the monument that it brought him to tears, but my heart questioned how I'd be able to lighten his currently heavy heart.
Letting one hand out, it reached into the pocket of his own jacket and I held onto it tightly, my fingers stroking at his soft hands, trying to bring him some type of comfort. His eyes met my own as he noted my gesture and he let out a small laugh.
"How sweet." He commented, wiping his tears away once more before he looked at me.
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" I questioned and he laughed once more.
"I'm okay, I'm just being nostalgic, the memories got me emotional." He stated and I rose my eyebrows.
"But you're crying." I pointed out and he ruffled his hair, "I know, I'm just a bit sad those moments passed by so quickly."
Entangling my hand onto his own, I nodded, before I let out a breath, watching as it turned into a thick steam as it was met with the cold air.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what memories are you reminiscing on, Hoseok-ah?" I questioned and he hummed lightly.
"Many many memories, most of them involve my mother." That was enough to get me hooked.
"My mother was a beautiful woman, in every way beauty can be. She was simple, genuine, humble, positive, she could be very scary when we angered her, but she was still such a marvelous woman. I look up to her, so much. Our family was never one who lacked in money or material, in general, but we always lacked in mental and emotional stability, due to our... strange nature, we lacked confidence, affection, humanity, and my mother, my mother was so... marvelous. She showed us how to be... how to be emotional, biased, human. Not just Jungkook and I, all of us, the seven of us as a whole, she ignored herself completely, for ourselves. She... She neglected her own happiness for our own, she did that..."
I couldn't hear his trembling voice anymore and quickly put my index to his shaking lips, watching as he pushed them into a firm line, letting more teardrops flow from his now shut eyes.
"Why did she-"
"Shh Hoseok-ah, it's okay. It's okay. I'm sure she's proud of you, of who you've become." I declared, my hand settling on his soft locks as I slowly and gently brushed his hair, comforting him, providing him with the needed affection he needed, my eyes started producing tears of their own, but I swallowed my pain away, not wanting to worsen his state.
"What's there to be proud of?" He whispered and my eyes widened a bit. I couldn't help the utter empathy that washed over me, these boys were so... hurt, so damaged.
I still wondered what on earth could have happened to them that had broken them so far apart. It was truly despairing, it ached me so much, simply because I believed that these boys, despite their flaws and reckless nature, were still human at heart, and it ached me, it hurt me to see them in such state. I had learned to care for them, even if they were different from me, their heart was simply like mine, frail and fragile at times, strong and willing at others, simply human.
Going with my instinct, I kept on stroking his hair, "There's so much to be proud of, Hoseok-ah. Proud that you've grown into such a loveable person, proud that you're so sweet, proud that you're so talented," I recited, my hand stroking his hand whilst my other lowered onto his cheek, wiping away the obtrusive tears that blemished his usually glowing skin.
"Proud that you came to be just like her, Hoseok-ah."
With that declaration, his eyes split open faster than the speed of light, wide and shocked with my statement and I simply smiled, further confirming my thoughts. To me, even if I had never the pleasure to meet the incredible woman that was his mother, I had somehow met her through her two amazing sons, especially Hoseok, the way he talked about and described her simply reflected his own personality, to me, he was just like her.
Finally raising my eyes to meet his own, I wiped what was left of his tears and grinned, "Don't cry, Hoseok-ah. You're supposed to be my sunshine."
He chuckled at my words and started wiping away his own tears. Still holding onto his hand, I stood up.
"We should probably head home." I stated and he nodded, before he stood up as well, facing me. I was ready to turn and start walking towards the bike but he pulled me back.
"Wait." He ordered, his voice still wavering from his previous outburst.
Reaching for my other hand, he held it as well and gently pulled me towards him. Our bodies were close to each other, only a few millimeters apart and the heat of his body sent shivers down my spine, looking at him, I rose a questioning brow before I felt his lips meet my forehead in a sweet kiss. It was chaste, and not passionate, but it was comforting, and honestly, more affectionate than anything I've ever felt.
It was a sweet kiss that expressed his obvious gratefulness towards my dutiful actions, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, smiling as I took in the feeling of pure esteem and value that Hoseok offered, it was a kiss that expressed the preciousness I was to him, and to be honest, it felt good, it felt good to be shown a sign of how much you were to someone, it felt heavenly, even. I felt like I was a princess, as cheesy as that sounds.
As he pulled away, I couldn't help my flushed cheeks and he grinned before he grabbed both my cheeks in his hands, I assumed it was just a sign of affection before we took our leave, but as he reached closer to me, my heartbeat quickened and an unexplainable chill ran through me before I felt it, the lush feeling of his silky lips against my own. His lips fit with my own faultlessly, as if our lips were meant to meet in this Utopian embrace that made one of God's most beautiful creatures flutter at the pit of my stomach; I felt utter bliss from the ornate kiss that he administrated onto me; it was dainty and frail; yet so ethereal.
Losing myself in the feeling of the never-ending lush kiss, I barely felt his teeth graze at my dry lower lip, pulling and nibbling at the soft flesh and I could feel more heart crawling through my cheeks as my breath hitched. His lips pulled away from mine slowly as he let out a small laugh, I could feel his joyful smile through the intimacy of our embrace which made my own lips stretch onto a radiant smile. My eyes were still closed, and I could feel his soothing breath against my face, bringing me a sense of security. I felt the heat of his lips meeting my own once more in a much shorter kiss, but it was just as tender, just as delicious, just as human.
As he pulled back, I couldn't help but smile once more, my lips stretching onto a wide grin all on their own. Looking up to him, I caught his blushed cheeks and the wide grin that graced his lips.
"How adorable," He declared, pinching my cheek and I huffed, "Badass." I corrected, and he chuckled.
"Yeah su-" He was cut short as he looked at his nose, making his eyes cross and I couldn't help but laugh, making him glare at me playfully.
"I could've sworn I felt something cold on my nose." He declared, raising his hand to his nose. "And there's water on here!" I raised my eyebrows.
"It's not raining." I pointed out and he looked around. A few seconds went by and now, it was my turn to cross my eyes and look at my nose.
"I felt it too!" I declared and he looked around, a curious expression decorated his godly features.
The unknown water droplets kept hitting our faces and eventually we both raised our heads, only to be met with a wonderful sight.
A dark, midnight blue sky speckled with white dots all around, falling dots that hit the ground and melted almost instantly. Lowering our heads, I looked at him with wide eyes and he eyed me with the same expression before he gripped my hands.
"It's snowing, (Y/N)-ah!" He shouted out and I shut my eyes at his high pitched exclamation before I chuckled, "I know, I noticed."
"You don't understand! It never snowed here before, (Y/N)-ah!" He declared once more, grinning widely at me before his hands left my own as he held them out.
"Do you think I can catch a snowflake?!" He asked and I laughed at his childish antics before nodding, "Why not? Everything's possible."
"Let me try before we leave, (Y/N)-ah! Please!" He requested and I couldn't deny him said offer, nodding, I walked towards him, removing his backpack from his shoulders before I smiled.
"But don't take too long, if the snow gets too heavy we might not be able to get home." I advised, removing each strap carefully.
"Okay?" He adorned me with the most adorable nod and smile and I exchanged the gesture before I took a seat on the bench, shoving my hands deep into my pockets and watching as Hoseok ran around, attempting to catch a snowflake, making me laugh at his adorable manners.
As I looked at him, I couldn't help but feel so comforted, relaxed even, by his now happy expression and laughter, it made me calm, and I wasn't sure why. A part of me knew that it was because I was developing a deep care for each and every one of these young vampires, despite their antics, sometimes childish, or difficult, they were still so sweet, so kind and so amazing, I felt the need to care for them, the duty to worry for them, cause if I didn't, who would? They had lived their whole lives only caring for one another, not anyone else caring for them, it was heart-shattering. I was not going to let this tradition continue on, thus with everything I had.
Briefly, my eyes darted towards the monument in the center of the yard we were in, watching as a pure white snow fell on top of it, melting into each and every crevice, slowly gathering to create a grand velvety cloth on the statue. It truly enhanced the carved beauty of the masterpiece, and I couldn't help but smile, the dust that had gathered on it was cleaned off and it had now regained its greatness, the shiny white marble peeking through the thin layer of snow. It was a mesmerizing sight. As I stared at the artwork, I could've sworn I heard an echoing voice in my head, but back then, I simply ignored it.
Thank you, (Y/N)-ah.
Thank you so much, for being here for them.
Like I'll never have the ability to be.
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"Yah! Jimin-ah! Where are you?!" I shouted out for the eleventh time.
Walking through the snowy garden floor with a lantern in my hand as I looked desperately through the different parts of the plant clad yard I was in, my arms hugging myself desperately. It had been a few weeks since it started snowing, and despite it being early March, it hadn't stopped quite yet, making me wonder if this snowy mess -That Hoseok was still extremely excited about- was ever going to end. It had gotten so much that for the past week none of us, hell, nobody who attended our University, including the teachers and workers, could attend school, due to the clogged up roads.
Currently, we were about to have dinner and everyone had gathered around the table, other than Jimin and Yoongi whom we couldn't seem to find anywhere. Taehyung decided to look for his hyung while I volunteered to look for Jimin, but since I was still not quite familiar with the garden, I couldn't find him as quickly. As for Yoongi, he was apparently found asleep under his own bed, seeing as he didn't want to be bothered, that was not stupid at all, pretty genius actually. Regarding Yoongi, his birthday was close by and we were all wondering if the snow would stop by then; due to the current weather, it seemed that it would still be on that special day.
Focusing once more on the task at hand, I called out Jimin's name once more as I walked around. My eyes caught a glimpse of a shadowy silhouette near the pool and my feet instantly walked there, not bearing the cold anymore, to my surprise, Jimin was in fact, there. Not near the pool, not in the pool, but on the pool. My eyes lowered, catching the seemingly old pair of ice skates that were tied onto his feet. I rose my eyebrows as I watched him slowly, passionately, gracefully skate around the now iced pool. I recalled that this pool was always emptied for some reason, but it seemed like someone had filled it, and even if they had done so not long ago, it wouldn't have been an issue seeing as the weather was freezing; thus not figuratively.
I watched as he moved precisely, still unaware of my presence despite the shining light that emitted from the lantern I held at hand. Smiling slightly, I couldn't help but watch in pure amazement as he moved so precisely and carefully, his movements validating his delicacy and sweet nature. Jimin was a sweetheart, and it was obvious in his slightest actions, the way he smiled, the way he stared, the way he held himself, his stance, it was obvious he was an angel.
Throughout my stay here, I learned that Jimin could be as sweet as an angel and as devilish as Iblis himself. Surely, his movements now were ones of innocence and pure virtue, but Jimin could be as sinful as the rest of them, I was a witness to that when he and I had been alone in the car.
I blushed profusely recalling that evening, a chill running down my spine before I scratched my arm. Noticing he had on his earphones, I deemed it unnecessary to call for him and simply approached the pool, making sure he noticed the light, which he did. Noting my presence, he abruptly stopped and his breath was heavy, even so, he adorned me with a large smile.
"(Y/N)-ah!" He exclaimed. "Wanna join me?" He asked through his heaved breaths.
Chuckling, I shook my head. "No thanks, maybe later. We should go eat though." I stated and he shook his head.
"I'm not really hungry." He stated and I rose my eyebrows.
"Come on, Jimin. You haven't eaten this morning and now you're not going to eat either? You're gonna faint." I advised and he chuckled.
"I only need blood in order to not faint, (Y/N)-ah." He reminded and I glared.
"Yes, and you haven't fed on blood since yesterday either. So you're coming in with me." I ordered and he shook his head. "I'd really rather not."
Exasperated with his stubbornness, I spoke words I never thought I'd say, back then, I assumed it was probably because of the spur of the moment, and once the words were out, I couldn't really take them back. If only I knew, if only I knew that it wasn't me at all who chose to say those words.
"If you come back inside with me and have dinner, I'll give you some of my blood." I declared, that got his attention.
With no further ado, he joined me inside and all along the way, I couldn't help but think of my words. As far as I was concerned the thought had never really even crossed my mind, so how the hell did they even come out of my own mouth? I couldn't believe that I had uttered something like that.
I blinked, unable to understand how that occurred, it was pretty shocking but I didn't think about it, perhaps I was simply so angry and I didn't think. But even so, I wouldn't have said such.
Sitting down at the table, Yoongi noticed my stance and he rose his eyebrows.
"You okay? You look tense."
Despite the lack of emotion in his voice, I could tell he was asking out of care and worry, even so, it seemed like I could no longer control what I was saying.
"I'm definitely better than you, you lazy ass." My hand instantly went to my mouth and I blinked. What on earth was occurring?
Yoongi, looking at me with a crooked up brow, glared a bit.
"What did you say?" He asked, challenging me to repeat my words. My eyebrows raised.
"Nothing, I really didn't mean to say that I swear!"
"Hm. Yeah...Okay." He glared a bit but seemed to not take it too seriously, unsure of what was happening with my brain and my mouth, I chose to simply shove food into my mouth and ignore all types of conversation that could be occurring through the dinner table.
Once I was done, I quickly grabbed my dishware and utensils before I excused myself, leaving as fast as I could with the excuse that I was 'Exhausted'. Reaching my room, I quickly shut the door before I let out a deep breath. "What on earth is going on?" I questioned to no one in peculiar, surprised to receive an answer.
"I'm the one who's going on, honey."
Slam.
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"Guys, guys, why are we shouting?"
A certain pink headed mon questioned as he looked at his cousins and siblings bickering between each other, the only ones remaining silent were himself and his cousin Yoongi as they looked through the other vampires, wondering why on earth they were shouting so loudly.
"Jimin said (Y/N)-ah told him he could have some of her blood!" Taehyung, of course, was the first one to shout.
"That's impossible, Jimin, you fucking bit her without her consent on the first fucking day she got here, what you're saying is a fucking lie!" Jungkook shouted out, already angry at his cousin's lies.
"But I'm not lying! I swear am not!" Jimin's eyes filled with tears as he looked at his Hyungs, trying to receive their belief. Yoongi, noticing the look in his eyes, was the first one to speak up.
"Doesn't seem to me like he's lying, I mean, she did call me a lazy ass."
Jin choked on his beverage, "She what?"
"I swear, right when we sat down," Yoongi narrated, his monotone voice keeping its cool.
"That's insane," Hoseok stated, recalling how sweet I had been to him as he cried his heart out back in the Town Square.
"It most likely is." Namjoon stated, recalling his own words about Siren Vampires.
"Can you guys take care of the cleaning and such, I'm going to head to the library very quick." He declared, receiving nods from everyone other than Jin, who simply followed him with his eyes, watching him as he walked towards the door.
Quickly, he stood up himself and reached for his younger cousin, "Yah, Namjoon-ah!"
"Hm?" Namjoon turned around, looking at the broad-shouldered vampire.
"What are you thinking about?" He questioned, knowing his intelligent cousin had something in mind already.
"Well," Namjoon started, dragging Jin away as to not make a fuss within the Maknae line.
"A few weeks ago, I was waiting for (Y/N)-ah in her room as she showered," He started, and Jin gave him a look of pure disgust.
"Nothing of that kind!" He interrupted himself and Jin rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right."
Huffing, the younger of the two just shrugged off his cousin's antics. "Anyways, as I was saying, after she came out, she looked horrified. When I asked her about it, she said she went through some type of hallucinations whilst she was in there. She told me she could've sworn someone was digging through her back, and someone pulled a threat around her toe so hard it almost cut it off, and she felt the pain, and yet," He stopped, looking around and making sure that the younger ones weren't listening in on them.
"It all came to an abrupt stop."
"So you think, you think it's a Warlock Vampire?" Jin questioned, puzzled by his cousin's inquiry and Namjoon shrugged.
"I'm leaning more towards a siren vampire, if you know what I mean." He declared and Jin choked, on his own spit this time.
"Are you talking about-"
"Yep, I'm talking about her. The one and only Lee Ju-Hong. My motherfucking mother."
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I woke up, my head throbbing, it felt as if someone had put it through a meat grinding machine. My eyes slowly opened, settling with the diverse lights that adorned the room I was currently in, clutching the back of my head -where it ached the most- I felt the humongous bump that was on there and I let out a small yelp of pain as I sat up. I felt something slick coating my head, and I had an idea of what it was, which honestly frightened me to no end.
Swallowing thickly, I pulled my hand away and brought it close to my eyes, my already shaking lips increasing in their movement as my eyes settled on the crimson liquid.
I swallowed once more, frightened by the sight of the red color only. I couldn't help the incomprehensible moans and sobs I let out, as well as the semi-audible 'Oh my god's and 'Calm down's. I was a shaking mess, unable to actually settle myself, especially as I heard movement.
My head turned, looking at the spot of the growing sound, after a while, I noticed it came from what seemed like behind the curtains of the room we were in, which was odd.
Frightened and in despair, I took a seat on what looked like a small Moroccan pouf, and the moment I noticed its motif, I knew exactly where I was, and who was the person who had recklessly slammed my head with what felt like a metal pan. Swallowing, I waited impatiently for the door to open and the person to walk in and confirm my suspicions, which in fact were confirmed.
Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon's mother entered the room, with grandness and grace and a sickeningly diabolic grin on her face as she noticed my awakened state, it seemed to widen though as she noted my shaking and frightened self. A chirped laugh escaped her mouth as she looked behind herself and back into the courtyard or balcony or terrace of whatever the fuck it was.
"Yah, Kim Il-Ri! Come look at her! She's pathetic!"
Wait, Jin and Yoongi's mom was here too?
She entered as well, her stance still as powerful as it was before.
"You are right, she really is pathetic."
Her posh accent contrasted thickly against the other one's loud and hooligan-like vocabulary and speech type, making me hiss slightly as it burnt my ears. Looking at the two women, they chuckled simultaneously before they walked up to the couch, each taking a seat.
"We can't waste as much time as we did last time, Ju-Hong, we need to conjure her quickly before the boys get here." Kim Il-Ri spoke to Namjoon, Jimin and Tae's mother, whose name I assumed to be Ju-Hong.
"That's right, let's do that fast. Let's knock this bitch out first though, huh?"
In one swift move, I was out.
I recall my last thought;
Conjure whom?
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Happy Birthday to our hope and sunshine Jung Hoseok! Now enjoy the double update ;)