Jimin's terrified scream is the last thing I hear before I press my hand against the side of Jungkook's head, fingers digging deep into his hair as my fangs break skin.
I can't be doing this.
But he tastes so good, and the intoxicating fragrance of lavender traps me down as the world blurs into black around me.
Stop.
I can't.
And then the picture of him lying lifeless and pale against the cold floor flashes through my mind, and terror freezes my body to the ground.
What the hell am I doing?
When I tear myself off of him, the overwhelming lust I'd felt turns into pure fury. Cyan lights up the entire room when I feel Jungkook slack against my grip.
And for a second, I think that I've been actually lost him.
But his eyes weakly open, and when he reaches up to clean his blood off of my lips, something inside me shatters into a million pieces.
The man suddenly screams next to me, and I turn my gaze onto him as my ability courses mercilessly through his body.
The rage drowns out the pain.
"Elle." I suddenly hear, and a firm hand grips my shoulders as I turn to look at Jimin. "Stop. It's over."
"It's over." He repeats when I don't stop, my hands trembling with the pain I don't feel. "Stop, Elle. He's dead. You can't take it much longer— stop."
"But Jungkook—" I protest, my ability wanting to tear the man apart when I look back at his pale, ashen face.
"It's over."
"It's okay."
When he says that, my lips press together and my Gift leaves my eyes, turning them back into the shade of dark brown.
"Help me."
When I look back startled with the fragile tone of Jimin's voice, my throat goes still with horror at the sight of an unconscious Jungkook. His skin is snow as Jimin fervently presses his hand against his neck, still trickling precious blood.
He looks dead.
"He's lost too much." I realize, my heart dropping to the bottom of my chest as I flash to his side. "His regeneration isn't working."
Then I flinch as Jimin bites the back of his hand, drawing it over Jungkook's open lips.
"No—stop." I say, pressing my hand against his own to prevent the blood from escaping. "I'll do it."
Imitating what he'd done, I scar myself and lift Jungkook's head onto my lap. Then I press my bleeding hand against his lips.
My heart warms a bit when I feel him unconsciously drinking from me, like a baby sucking on a pacifier while asleep.
His hair feels soft as I run my fingers through them.
Jimin releases a deep sigh as he falls backward, his arms spread out in exhaustion. I look up, my brows furrowed in question.
"How are the others?"
"Yoongi and Hoseok hyung escaped— turned invisible. The others," He suddenly pauses, touching his cheek as it heals unimaginably fast.
Worry deepens his eyes.
"I don't know."
Then shock fills my face as the door flies open, revealing Taehyung and Jin. My legs would've given out in relief if I hadn't already been sitting, and a bright smile lights up Jimin's face.
"Hyung!"
"Look at this." Jin hisses, pointing at a healing scar on his cheek. "Look at what they've done to my beautiful face. Just look at it!"
Taehyung rolls his eyes as he reaches down besides Jungkook and me, concern apparent in his features.
"What happened? Why is he so pale?"
I swallow.
"I bit him."
Taehyung purses his lips and nods, his expression unreadable for a moment before placing his large hand over the top of my head.
"He's alive." He says, glancing at Jungkook's chest, which is rising and falling softly. "You stopped, Elle. Don't blame yourself."
The color returns to his cheeks as it goes out of mine.
"Stop."
I would've yelped if I had the energy to as I hear Yoongi's voice ring what seems to be an inch from my ear. He pulls my pale hand away from Jungkook's lips.
"That's enough."
"Shouldn't he be waking up?"
He gives his usual What an idiot look towards Jimin's direction as he taps his foot against the cold floor.
"Let the boy sleep." He says, motioning towards Taehyung. "Carry him or something. He can't walk while he's resting, can he?"
"And you."
He points to me, then towards Jimin.
"I can walk." I say as I get to my feet, staunching the blood trickling from my hand with my sleeve. My brows furrow when the red soaks through the cloth.
"Newly Marked vampires don't have regenerative abilities fully developed yet." Yoongi says as he crosses his arms.
"Just—"
"Hyung?"
"Damn." Yoongi grumbles as Jungkook lifts his head from Taehyung's shoulder. "Do I have to explain this again?"
That's the last thing I hear.
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The sweet smell of lavender tickle my nose— and it isn't the intense, intoxicating fragrance from earlier.
It's softer, the kind I can breathe in as much as I want and it won't do anything to me except make me feel happy.
"Geez, why can't we just teleport?"
The floating happiness immediately transforms into annoyance as I force my eyes open.
"I told you, hyung." Jungkook's voice echoes firm inches from me, and the darkness settles into the silhouette of a street. "I don't want to wake her up."
Relief fills me when I hear his voice, strong and clear.
"Now can we teleport?"
Jungkook's surprised eyes turn to meet mine as I blink at him, arms instinctively tightening around his neck.
"Elle."
His lips curve into a relieved smile the same time he shoots a glare in Yoongi's direction.
"How are you feeling?"
"Sleepy." I reply sluggishly as I breathe in another breath of lavender. "You smell nice, though."
"Go back to sleep." He laughs, before his face turns serious. "I'm not joking— your scent is too faint."
"Fine." I mumble as I look forlornly at his hair. There are dark red streaks among the black strands.
"And take a shower when we get home, will you?"
A disbelieving laugh escapes his lips.
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"Get off of me!" Jimin yells as he pushes a giggling Jin off, actual anger apparent in his features. "Leave me alone!"
"What's wrong with him?" I ask Jungkook, worry clouding my eyes when Jimin sinks into the couch with a tortured groan. "Is he okay?"
Jungkook shakes his head wordlessly as Jimin growls again, his eyes a storming gray.
Did he...?
And when I think that this isn't weird enough already, a door crashes at the opposite side of the house. Taehyung, his usual blissful features twisted into annoyance, comes into my view.
Was there a reason why two of the most happiest vampires I knew was now looking like someone ran over their pet turtle?
"It's... kind of complicated." Jungkook says as Yoongi laughs hysterically on the side. While Namjoon pats Jimin's shoulder sympathetically, I see Jin and Hoseok acting out a k-drama to my right.
"Hyungs both found their flower."
"Isn't that good?" I ask him as his expression turns cloudy. "Why do they look so angry?"
"I mean..." Jungkook starts, running his fingers through his hair.
"Jimin hyung's flower is a vampire hunter."
"And V hyung's is her sister."