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doyawalker · 6 months

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Out of Sight, Out of Mind #13

helloo everyonee, I am back!!! how are u? i hope everyone is fine <33 i'm sorry my hiatus took a bit longer than expected but this story is officially back on again!! i have graduated and am now doing a different degree, but am more flexible with time as of now.

thank you so much for still supporting this series. I wrote this chapter rather quickly because I finally wanted to post smth again. I hope it fits well into the story cuz ngl it was a bit hard to merge back into the plot after such a long break.

i hope you enjoy and i am so happy to be back.

much love 🫶🫶

contains smoking, drinking, slight smut

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When I Saw You At That Party, I Was Paralyzed.

His eyes never left you for even a split second, as he took another sip from his cup. You were looking way too pretty sitting across from him, your skirt inching dangerously upwards as you shifted in your seat, widely gesturing with your hands as you talked with Namjoon. Your hair was flowing lively over your shoulders and your lips reflected the dimmed lights from the room because of your cherry lip oil. His mind automatically wandered back to last night when you were sitting on his lap in the back of his car, your back arching for his touch as he kissed your neck. Oh, how he needed that again. How he needed you. It was almost embarrassing. But since he had apologized to you and you were slowly letting your guard down around him, he was growing crazier and crazier for you.

And so, sitting here and not being able to be around you was exactly what he believed torture would be like. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand your reasoning. You wanted to take it slow. See how the tides would go. Don’t tell anyone at first. Sure, whatever. But then why did he have to spend time with you and his friends, when he would much rather just be alone with you?

“JK, bud, how about a quick smoke?”

The voice of Hoseok ripped him out of his spiraling thoughts, the hand of his friend slapping painfully against his shoulder.

At his words, your eyes snapped over to them, your face lightning up with a smile that had Jungkook’s stomach turning.

“Can I join?”, you asked, getting up from your seat. It was ridiculous how little skin your skirt was actually covering and it was driving him insane.

“Sure.”, Hoseok grinned, as Jungkook slowly got up from his seat, emptying the cup in his hand before stepping towards the door that led into the outside garden.

It was a party at Hoseok’s and Jin’s again, because the semester was coming to and end, but honestly it didn’t take much reason for the two of them to throw a party. The living room and kitchen were crowded, but the garden was rather empty, the almost full moon illuminating the greenery.

He slid the door open and let Hoseok and Namjoon pass before following closely behind you. He felt the warmth of your body radiating against his chest, your parfum intoxicating his senses, as the four of you walked towards the seating area.

He tried to enjoy the gift of your proximity as much as possible and when you threw him a look over your shoulder, a small grin on your face, he almost caved into the urge to touch you right where your skirt ended. His fingers started to itch.

The four of you sat down onto the cushioned garden stools, facing each other. You sat down next to Jungkook, the bare skin of your thighs slightly brushing against his dark jeans. Something in his stomach began to rumble.

He handed you a cigarette and lit it up for you, your eyelashes fluttering as you looked up to him to thank him. God.

He wanted to believe that the alcohol was causing the way everything around him was starting to spin, but he knew that it was all you. What were you doing to him?

Blowing the smoke out into the air, you took the two cards that Namjoon had laid in front of you and glanced at them quickly. Two fours. Looking back up at your opponents, you hesitated for a second before placing a red chip into the middle of the table. The others followed your lead.

It was the third round of poker already and you hadn’t won a single one yet. Humiliating at most, but Hoseoks failing attempts to keep a straight face while looking at his cards or contemplating how many chips to throw in where keeping your mood up. He was just too funny. Not to mention the second cup of Gin Tonic in your hand and, well, the kind of handsome man sitting beside you with one of his hands slowly inching up your naked thigh beneath the table.

It had been two weeks already. And things were honestly going well. Well, kind off. Things were going well with Jungkook. He had answered every last one of your questions about the time back then, had apologized about a thousand times, and although you hesitated to sleep with him yet because you were simply scared of growing too attached too fast, his kisses kept you awake at night. It was like every wish of two-year younger you had been fulfilled. And you weren’t disappointed. On the other hand, however, your brutally destroyed friendship with Tae was weighing heavy on your shoulders. You tried to shake it off the first few days, telling yourself that he would calm down eventually. But you had not seen or talked to him once during those past weeks. He was barely home and if he was, he was hiding out in his room. He wasn’t even meeting up with Sori. And it started to bother you more and more, like an itch that grew more annoying and harder to ignore each day. It just felt wrong. His reaction seemed out of hand, damn, almost out of character for him and it didn’t make sense to you that he was so furious over the fact that you were seeing Jungkook. You wanted to talk to him badly but he was hard to catch. Of course, he wasn’t here tonight either.

Sighing, you took another sip of your Tonic, throwing another red chip towards the center of the table. You decided to try your luck with your pair, because all four cards that were already revealed in the middle were absolute garbage.

Jungkook’s finger slightly pressed against your skin, as he looked at you questiongly. And as you noticed how high his hand had travelled by now, all doubts regarding Tae were thrown overboard in an instant and replaced by the image of Jungkook’s hand touching you even higher up.

You slowly leaned closer against him, noticing the way his body stiffened up a bit, the smell of his clean perfume hitting your nostrils.

You wanted to get out of here. With him.

Hoseok revealed the fifth card from the middle. Another four.

You didn’t even try to hide the smile on your face as you pushed two blue chips towards the other chips, throwing a challenging glance towards the two guys sitting in front of you.

Killing his cig in the ashtray, Namjoon discarded his cards, leaving only you and Hoseok to fight it out, as Jungkook had already backed out after the first three cards.

Hoseok followed your move by throwing two of his blue chips next to yours, his eyebrows wiggling excitedly.

“Show me what you got, baby.”, he laughed, revealing his cards.

A king pair.

Jackpot.

Throwing your hair over your shoulder, you leaned back into your chair calmly, slowly taking another drag from your cigarette, before turning your cards around for the others to see.

“Gotcha.”

Growning at the realization of his loss, Hoseok emptied the rest of his drink in one go, before getting up from his chair.

“I need more alcohol, I can’t handle being a loser sober.”, he announced, a deadpan expression on his face.

You also stood up, carefully placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, whose eyes jumped from the hem of your skirt up towards your face.

You knew he was thinking the same as you.

“I need to pee. Jungkook, can you refill my cup, please?”, you asked, leaning your head to the side and winking ever so slighly at him. He would get the message, right?

Right.

Something in the way he looked at you changed, his brows growing a bit further together, a faint grin appearing on his lips.

“Sure.”, he answered, getting up as well.

You slowly removed your hand from his shoulder as you turned to walk back towards the door that led inside.

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you didn’t even bother to lock it. You gave him thirty seconds. He would probably be faster though. Quickly checking your reflection in the mirror, you ran a hand through your hair, checking your makeup and lipstick. The nervous flutter you started to feel in your abdomen was so new and so weirdly exciting, but it had you cringing at the same time. You wanted to be calm and relaxed, like he always seemed to be. Instead you felt like a dumb teenager, freaking out over making out with their crush on a small toilet at a highschool party. But how could you not feel that way with the adrenaline rushing through your veins, Jungkook’s touch still feeling so foreign to you. How could you not be excited when trying things that you had wanted to try for the past two years? It was the moment that counted after all, wasn’t it?

You took a deep breath in, continuing to inspect yourself in the mirror, when the door finally opened and his broad frame appeared next to you.

You turned to look at him, a smile forming on your face as you realized that he actually had filled up your cup, but instead of handing it to you, he slammed it next to you on the bathroom counter, his body surging forward.

Pushing the door close with one hand, his other hand pulled you close to him so quickly that you couldn’t even realize what was happening when his lips already crashed against yours.

He spun you around, your back hitting the wood of the door, his fingers digging into the nape of your neck, as his chest leaned against yours and his lips demanded every ounce of your attention on them. Moaning silently against him, your mind took a good two, three seconds to fully grasp the situation at hand and when it finally did, the flutter in your stomach erupted into a full swarm of butterflies, filling your whole conscience.

You needed more.

His lips felt soft but assertive, his tongue carefully sliding into your mouth and as you moaned again, a low grumble escaped his chest. His hands slid down your body, over your waist and lower towards your skirt. Arching your back into his touch, you grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer, making sure to press your lower body against his touch, requesting more and more.

“My god, babe, you’re driving me insane.”, he confessed quietly between kisses, his breath hovering over your lips. His fingers slipped under the fabric of your skirt and wandered upwards towards your center.

You couldn’t suppress the smile creeping up your face, the bliss of the moment catching you off guard. You simply couldn’t remember that kissing could feel so good.

But he would remind you that you could feel even better.

As his lips continued to kiss yours, sometimes leaving trails down your neck, and you relaxed against his muscular chest, his index finger brushed against your panties, sending a jolt of excitement up your spine.

Another moan slipped out between your parted lips, your eyes slightly rolling back. Not thinking straight, your hands surged forward towards his pants. Without breaking the kiss, your fingers hastily tried to unbuckle his belt, clearly struggling.

“Jungkooook.”, you whined. “Please, I need you.”

Your voice was only a whisper against his skin, but he heard you loud and clear. You felt his body stiffen under your touch again, his chest heaving from all the kissing.

But suddenly, his other hand gently grabbed you by the chin, turning your head to look straight at him.

“Are you drunk?”, he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Very drunk?”.

You blinked to focus back on him, brows furrowing together at the sudden interruption of his lips on yours, your mind still caught on his fingers between your legs and his belt between your hands.

“I’m a bit drunk.”, you stated confused, looking at him questioningly. “Why?”.

He looked towards the floor, the dark locks of his hair falling into his face. Tensing the muscles in his back, he slightly shook his head, before cautiously taking your hands and returning them to his neck.

“Y/N…”, he sighed, looking back up at you, his dark eyes drilling into you. “You have absolutely no idea how much I want you. Right now. Right here, everything…”

You tried to surge forward, his words enough to get you going.

“Jungkook, please, I want you just as much.”

Your hands wanted to move back towards his belt, but he forced them to stay at his chest.

“But if we are going to do this, we are not going to do this in a bathroom in a random house and we are not gonna do it when you’re drunk. I want you to be absolutely sure about this.”

His words lingered in the air as he pressed your hands against his torso, his fastened heartbeat pulsating against your palm.

You smiled.

Realizing the intention behind his words, you couldn’t help but lean forward again, but this time slower, more affectionate.

Stopping right before his face, your lips barely touched his. Who could’ve known that this man had such great manners? You would’ve never guessed.

Although, it only turned you on more.

You kissed him slowly, taking the lead this time around, your hands wandering back up towards his neck. He groaned silently, his bodyweight pushing you back against the door behind you.

“But, Jungkook…”, you muttered, your tongue grazing over his bottom lip. A slight tremble went through his body.

“Mhmmh?”, he hummed back, his hands back on your waist.

“I still need you right now.”

He grinned, one hand sliding under your skirt again. “Really?”.

“Yes.”

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thepinkproof · 2 years

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REIGN OF TERROR

chapter two

You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.

Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast

Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, death, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing

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Y/N’s yes were fixated on the clock, excitement growing each time it ticked to a new number. She finally had something to look forward to. Her whole life she had the same routine. Everything in her life was the same. The same room, same books, same shows and same people.

It was no surprise she was excited over meeting her new friend.

"Hobi, are you ready to retire since Jimin is arrriving?" Y/N asked her eyes still stuck on the clock.

Hobi furrowed his eyebrows. "You shall address him as Mr. Park and I will retire if that is what he wishes"

"He will." Y/N mumbled. A knock on the door made her run towards the door to open it.

"Sit down Y/N. You know better than to open the door by yourself!" Hobi scolded as he gently moved her over to open the door.

He smiled as he greeted Jimin, he wasn't wearing a crisp suit like last time. He was dressed more casually. "Mr. Park, Y/N here has been awaiting your visit." Hobi announced to the man.

Jimin smiled. "I too have been anticipating to meet with the bright star." He complimented as he walked into the gloomy room. He looked back to see Hobi was still here in the room. "You can be dismissed Hoseok." He said more as a command then suggestion.

Hobi didn't like Jimin, just like he didn't like any of the politicians. Nevertheless, he always did his job with a happy face. The only man Y/N ever been alone with was him. Of course, he was hesitant to leave her but he followed orders with a smile on his face, like always.

"Y/N it's wonderful to see you." Jimin spoke as he embraced the girl in a hug. She didn't move just stood their in shock.

"W-What was that?" She asked in confusion, shivering at his cold body and foreign touch.

"That's called a hug. Has nobdy ever hug you before?" He questioned her.

Y/N was embarrassed. She knew what a hug was but she has never had one. She looked stupid, she's suppose to know everything.

Jimin noticed her lips quivering but it wasn't in sadness but in fear. "No, don't be upset. I'm sorry, I should have asked before I hugged you."

"In television shows, I've noticed the characters hug when their about to say goodbye. Are you leaving?" She asked her big eyes looking for a no.

Jimin chuckled at her innocence. Is this really the person people think is "the child of death"?

"No Y/N. I have just arrived, we have a whole hour to spare. Besides, I have a gift for you." He revealed making her smile bigly.

"A gift? What did I do to deserve such charity?"

"Y/N, do you remember the secret I told you last week?" He quizzed.

"Yes, i've told no one! I've kept your wishes fulfilled Jimin." She rambled in excitement.

"Bravo, I have a new one." He announced as he sat closer to her. "The king he has wrote a letter to you."

The girl was confused. "The king? King Jin?"

"No, the former King Jungkook. Remember I told you he wants to be friends with you."

Y/N was happy but she knew something wasn't right. "But wouldn't that be wrong. Why would he want to be friends with a worthless woman like me?"

"Y/N, you're not worthless. Outside this basement you're a legend that people dream to witness." He reprimanded. She smiled at his praises, self worth was something she struggled with. Hearing Jimin's words made her trust him.

"You have to promise to not tell anyone about the letter or show it to anyone." He warned.

"I can hide it in one of my old books!" She suggested to get his trust.

Jimin handed the letter to her. She quickly tore open the envelope to read the handwritten letter.

Dear Y/N,

I've seen beautiful paintings, landmarks, and faces of people of all types, but none is quiet beautiful as you. The word beautiful does not gives you justice, it feels almost like an insult to you.

I know you may have heard many tales and narratives about me. Many may have been true but not all are told correctly.

My love, let me tell you a story. Do you know what's its like to have something taken from you? I've had many things stolen from me, my good health, my kingdom and even people.

The worst thing a person can steal from you is something you were born to have. I lost something beautiful that I was born to have without even knowing it.

You.

Look around. Look at the people that surround you. The people who think they can control you. The people that are deciding what you are and where you should hide. They have stolen something from you and me.

I am the only one who can help you darling. I am the only one deserving of you. The people around you are thieves. They don't love you like I do. They don't care about your interests like I do.

Don't trust anyone besides me and the person who gave you this letter.

There was no signature on the letter. Jimin smirked as he watched her hands shake. Her eyes focused on the words she already read.

She knew what type of man Jungkook was, but she didn't care. She just wanted someone, anyone to pay attention to her, to like her, to even look at her.

He said he loved her.

Nobody have ever told her that before.

She was loved.

"Can I write back?" She finally spoke.

"Of course you can." He encouraged her. Y/N busied herself trying to find the perfect pen and paper.

"Y/N, do you happen to have a restroom?" He asked the busy girl. She quickly pointed to the room, trying to keep her focus on the letter.

He entered the bathroom, not to release himself but for something else. He noticed that the mirror was plastic, in fact everything in this room had no dangerous items. No razors, just wax paper, even the pen Y/N used was a jail pen. This confirmed what the chancellor meant about her being suicidal.

He found exactly what he was looking for. He pulled a plastic bag from his pocket. Carefully, he pulled hair out of her brush into the bag.

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It was no secret that Scarlett loved Namjoon. Why else would a vampire fight against her own kind? But Namjoon was a human who aged and unfortunately, one day will die.

Scarlett was born a vampire and at a random age they eventually stop aging. Even at her vampire age she was still younger than him. She was 30 years old, and all the middle age 40 year old saw her as was a little girl.

It's why she would do anything to keep him happy, to keep him successful. Even if she hated the plan, and this was one of those times.

"I've found a solution to everything." Scarlett announced to Namjoon. He looked up from his paperwork in interest.

"Lets hear it then."

"You need to marry Y/N, the child born the day the reign of terror ended."

Namjoon looked away from her in disinterest. "Have you lost your mind? Why would I marry a younger girl?"

'Even if it was her?' Scarlett thought but she stuck to her solution. "Think about it Namjoon. Everyone wins. Y/N gets to get out the basement. She wouldn't want to hurt any of us if she was given the highest title as your wife."

Namjoon shook his head, wanting her to dismiss the idea. "I've head visions clear as day that Jungkook will rise again. Let's stop waiting, we can lure him out. When he see you with the child that is possibly the cure, he will come out. That is when you kill him and everyone's faith and vote will be in you, not Miriam." She continued to convince.

"I'm sorry if marrying a 20 year old that never seen the day of light and that's potentially the child of death sounds like a bad idea to me." He said in sarcasm.

Scarlett was disappointed at his lack of interest but she still remained firm. "We need to stay one step ahead! Why are we waiting for Jungkook to rise? Do you not see that Y/N is the key to everything? We have her in a basement, everyday her heart grows in anger at us. I don't agree that we should let her go but we need to use her."

"We've done enough to the girl. Forcing her in a marriage will anger her. Imagine what the kingdom would think of me marrying the child. They would think I was predatory or taking advantage of her." Namjoon argued.

"Do you have a better idea?" Scarlett asked knowing his answer. After all if anyone could convince Namjoon to do something it was her.

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Jungkook slightly smiled as he saw his old friend. It seem like he just talked to him yesterday but in reality it's been twenty years. Hence the new hair color that was on his friend's head.

Jungkook was 25, in human and vampire years. At that age it seems like your life is just beginning, but to wake up and know you've missed 20 years of your life,it was irritating.

Years and age is nothing to vampires, most of us live a long life without aging.

But Jungkook was suffering. Between the illness, sadness from missing events and the anxiousness he had to get you.

"When they told me Min Yoongi now works in the science lab I couldn't believe it." He remarked.

Yoongi didn't smile much but he did when he saw Jungkook. "Jeon Jungkook, you look exactly the same. Oh how the kingdom misses you." He praised.

"I'm assuming you're here to get the results from the hair sample the inside man retrieved?" Yoongi asked earning a nod from Jungkook.

"For starters, this is the oddest DNA I have ever observed. She isn't human but she also doesn't possess cravings for thirst like a vampire. This means that her DNA can be a solution to vampire's thirst for blood." He explained but that wasn't the results Jungkook was listening for.

"The most interesting part of her DNA is how her hair is slightly glowy. It doesn't glow like the stars or sun, but it's more like it's in perfect health. The hair heals itself from any split ends or tears. Vampires heal on their own but only because we're already dead. Her DNA is lively and I believe it is the cure to any disease or wound." Yoongi shared.

"What you're saying is that you're positive she can heal me." Jungkook asked searching for validation.

"Yes, her blood will heal you permanently. I can make a temporary medicine using the hair sample but you need to attain the girl herself." He confirmed. "

"Imagine what she will do for all of us, we would all be perfect beings. The humans wouldn't stand a chance against us." Yoongi theorized slightly smirking at the sight of humans losing.

Jungkook pushed him to the wall in anger. "She's mine. You won't tell a soul about this." He demanded.

Yoongi stared at him blankly. "Jungkook, you know my loyalty is swore to you. I won't tell a single soul." He promised. Jungkook nodded and let him go before letting go mountains of dry cough. He held his stomach in pain as he let out a huge groan.

He was once a king everyone feared, now he was coughing in front of someone he just threatened.

"Jungkook, we will fix you. I will have the medicine presented to you in a few hours." He assured as Jungkook fell to the ground in pain.

Yoongi bent down to the floor with him. "You will be the most fearful king, not only will you rule the vampires but you will ruin the humans. They will finally know what prey they are when they are your slaves." He effused to give Jungkook confidence.

Jungkook shook his head frantically, "That type of strategy is exactly what gave me this curse."

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Hobi watched as Y/N smile brightly as she sealed a letter. It was strange how two visits with Jimin had the deeply depressed girl filled with joy.

"Y/N, who is that letter for?" Hobi asked in a kind voice to get her to open up.

"Oh, this is just for Jimin." She answered in a shaky voice and Hobi noticed this.

"You meet with Mr. Park to talk twice a week. Why would you write him a letter?" He interrogated.

"A letter is the best form of communication, it's souvenir of appreciation." She retorted, smiling as she spoked.

Hobi approached the girl, crossing his arms in disapproval. "Y/N, what do you and Mr. Park do?"

"Talk."

"H-He doesn't try to touch you or anything right?" He questioned.

Y/N didn't think deeply of his question. "Yeah but it's ok, I like when he does it." She answered nonchalantly.

Hobi face changed in shock. "Where do he touch you?" He frantically asked.

"Just on my back when he hugs me." She innocently explained causing Hobi to sigh in relief.

However, he was still cautious of their relationship. "Y/N I hope you're aware that Mr. Park isn't interested in you romantically. He deserves a girl that he can take out to the dinner, a girl that uses the dinner utensils to cook, not to kill herself. You can't do either, he would never want you." He insulted making her drop the letter.

She never thought of Jimin romantically, the truth is she just wanted a friend. Do Jimin consider her a friend or is she just an agenda on his job he must complete?

How could she be so stupid? Nobody actually wanted her. She seen on television shows where friends would hang out in the city, drink together in parties and go to the mall. She couldn't do any of those things. She was useless. Nobody loved her. The thought alone made her eyes water.

Except one person said he did. How can someone love someone they never met? Was she that special to him?

Maybe she was, and for that her eyes were now dry as she smiled at her thoughts.

Hobi didn't mean his words. He just didn't want her to get her hopes up. He was getting ready to apologize until he saw her smiling face.

He shook his head as he smile. "I'm happy you've found some form of happiness."

A knock on the door caused the both of them to look at each other in confusion. "I wasn't expecting anyone." Hobi said. Nobody ever came down here so who was it?

He hesitantly opened the door peeking out the crack but eventually opened the door when he saw who it was.

"Chancellor's Passage!" A guard yelled as Hobi and Y/N routinely bowed. Namjoon entered the room. He looked different from last time, this time he looked distraught.

"You may rise." He commanded as Hobi and Y/N stood.

"Chancellor, we wasn't expecting your visit. Has it really be a year since the other week?" He joked to the older man.

"I am here to bear fortunate news for all of us. Y/N I am letting you out this room to the upper levels of the facility. You will have more freedom there." He revealed. Hobi looked at him in disbelief but Y/N lit up in excitement.

"What has caused this good news?!" Hobi asked him.

"There will be a wedding. Y/N's wedding."

"Who is the poor man?" Hobi asked. He couldn't believe someone would want to marry her.

Namjoon looked to the ground in awkwardness. "Me. I am the one to marry her." He admitted.

"Chancellor, may I ask is this meant to humor us?" Hobi questioned. Hobi believed Y/N was beautiful but she was not capable of being a wife to anyone.

Meanwhile, Y/N was in deep thought. She thought about the many shows and books she's read where characters would get married. Marriage is a union that two people do when they love each other. Did Namjoon love her?

He only visits her once a year and he barely converses. She remembers that you first date the person before marriage. He has never asked her on a date before.

"Marriage? Are you marrying me because you love me?" Y/N asked.

Namjoon tried to look anywhere but in her eyes. "If I'm being honest Y/N I don't. I barely know you. My goal is only to help you."

Exactly as she believed.

Y/N pondered, if the king didn't love her it was only one reason he was marrying her.

"Your only wish is to use me." She realized as she glared at him.

"Y/N, this is your way of getting protective freedom. The marriage is a gateway to peace for everyone. I know it is in your will to have both." He attempted to convince her.

The girl kept her glare, a frightening one. He started to wonder if the rumors were true. If she was the child of death.

"Peace for everyone? Everyone includes the vampires....how could a marriage between you and I initiate peace with the vampires?" She questioned him. She didn't know his reason but she didn't trust him.

"Watch it Y/N." Hobi warned.

Namjoon was done being kind with the girl. She clearly wasn't as disciplined as he thought. He believed she would excitingly agree. Any woman would love to have this privilege.

"It's not your business to be concerned Y/N." He snapped in an impatient voice.

Jungkook was right, she couldn't trust any of them.

"Then I decline your proposal." She objected.

"It wasn't a proposal. It was a direct order." Namjoon mumbled. The three guards started to stoked towards her causing her to step back.

Hobi sighed at her behavior as he lightly touched her back. "Just go with them, don't make a scene." He instructed.

Y/N frantically shook her head as she started to breathe heavily in panic. "I hate you! Stop trying to control me." She screamed.

One of the guards pulled out his gun at her. His hands were shaking, he was scared of her. "Put your hands up!" He yelled at the girl.

"Put the gun down." Namjoon ordered him.

A gun. Y/N was aware that guns killed people. Almost as much as vampires. She has tried many times and ways to end herself. She wasn't afraid of a gun.

"Do it." She encouraged.

"Stand down Guard!" Namjoon yelled more frantically. The guard looked at Namjoon before he looked over to the girl who now had a slight smirk.

"Freak!" He yelled before pulling the trigger. The bullet went through her head as the loud sound echoed through the room.

"Y/N!" Hobi sobbed. Y/N stepped back from the impact of the bullet.

"I told you to stand down!" Namjoon yelled at the guard.

Y/N stared at the guard as she put her finger in the bullet hole. She fished for the bullet and took it out of her bleeding flesh. The bullet hole miraculously healed like she has never been shot.

The room looked at her as if they seen a ghost. Like how they would look at the villian in the movies she watched. She had their attention. She finally had someone’s attention and she liked it.

The guard gasped as he dropped the gun. Everyone looked at her as she stared at the fallen weapon.

"Y/N just surrender. Please!" Hobi begged.

She didn't listen. She was done being obedient. Jungkook was right, they have taken everything from her.

She swiftly picked up the gun and aimed it at the guard's head. "My turn." She mumbled as she fired the gun. The guard fell over unconsciously to the ground.

The two other guards pulled out their guns and aimed it to her. "Are you stupid? Use the special sedation, don't shoot!" Namjoon commanded.

There was no where for her to hide as the guards pierced needles in her veins. She slowly lost consciousness but she has never felt so woke in her life.

She finally did something for herself.

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Jungkook's teeth pierced through the woman's neck as he let out satisfying moans of pleasure. He closed his eyes as he sucked the blood imagining it was the woman's whose blood he really wanted. The woman who possessed the beautiful face and hair. The woman whose blood had the cure for his sickness. The woman he was impatiently waiting to have. You.

"Slow down Jungkook." Taehyung warned but he was too late. The woman fell in death. Taehyung shook his head in detest.

"Are you serious? You killed her." He scolded his friend.

Jungkook licked his lips for any remaining blood. "Last time I checked you had no problem killing humans."

"That was 20 years ago." Taehyung argued.

"Humans were created to be our food. We must not have sympathy for them. No amount of years changes the natural ways of life." He replied.

Taehyung shook his head. "Your mother didn't believe that. She sympathized for the humans."

"And that caused her to be killed by one." Jungkook hissed.

Taehyung held his arms up to show he meant no harm. "Look, I hate Namjoon just as much as you and I believe humans are beneath us. During the Reign of Terror, we were unstoppable." Taehyung reminisced making Jungkook smile.

"But it was called the Reign of Terror for a reason and you paid the price. Perhaps, we should try a different route this time." He suggested to the former king.

"Jungkookie!" A voice yelled. Jungkook rolled his eyes, he didn't have to turn around to know that voice.

"Fuck off Jiwoo." He yelled at her.

"Can we talk?" She asked with pleading eyes. "Alone." She added.

"Anything you wish to say you may speak in front of Taehyung."

She stood in front of him so he could look at her eyes. "I don't understand why you don't love me anymore. I know I am married to Jin but that doesn't mean we can't-"

"Have an affair again? No we can not. I don't want you anymore Jiwoo. In fact, looking at you disgusts me, it's like looking at a terrible mistake. Sleeping with you was easy because I always hated Jin, but you were his girlfriend at the time. You should have loved him. You're just a whore who sleeps with royals for attention." Jungkook jeered interrupting her.

"You told me that I was yours, that Jin didn't deserve me, that you loved me. How could you change so quickly?" She wept in disbelief.

"You're not my soulmate. You can't help me. You can't fix me. My heart belongs to someone else."

"Who?!" She asked. She thought she was the only girl he would only love.

"You have a baby on the way Jiwoo. Move on." Taehyung adviced her.

The past was the past. He must focus on the future, his future with you. He hoped that you read his letter. Already, the hair sample that Yoongi turned into medicine was helping him.

Thank you.

He thought Jiwoo was the one but he knew Y/N was. I mean look at how time is aligning perfectly for them. Perhaps, the curse is actually a blessing so he could find you.

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Jimin looked in confusion when he noticed the door to Y/N's room was open. Did she escape? The door was always bolted shut. He then realized that the security guards who protected the basement wasn't even there.

He walked into the room as he noticed Hobi boxing up items. The room was almost bare, the art work removed, it had no indication of residence.

He did notice a red blood stain on the floor. They didn't kill Y/N did he? But Y/N had golden blood. Did she...?

"Hoseok, what happened?" Jimin asked the working man.

"I prefer to be called Hobi." He said in a not too kind tone. He took a deep breath before explaining, "Y/N has been moved to the upper levels of the facility."

"Where?" Jimin asked taking a breath of relief. He had hope she haven't escaped, it was too early.

"Currently in solitary, but eventually the Chancellor's Chamber." Hobi retorted as he packed up the books she loved to read.

"Why the Chancellor's Chamber?" Jimin questioned.

Hobi put down the box to face Jimin directly. "The Chancellor has decided to marry the girl." He could tell by the way Hobi spoke he did not approve.

Jimin did not see this coming. Why would Namjoon marry her? Namjoon was Chancellor, he would only marry a high class woman. It didn't make any sense.

He tried to think of any possibility why Namjoon would marry her.

First reason: He loved her.

Second reason: He somehow knew Jungkook is planning a return and wants to spite him.

He had hope it wasn't the second.

"Oh, the Chancellor must of found a liking to her." He implied looking at Hobi for an answer.

"Not exactly. We're all here to do a job, the Chancellor is ensuring Y/N does hers now."

Jimin glances at the blood stain that clearly bleach couldn't fully remove. "Why is there blood on the floor?" Jimin cautiously asked.

"Unfortunately Y/N's dark thoughts have catched up with her actions. She killed a guard, but I ask that you keep it quiet Mr. Park. Some humans already have cynical opinions on her."

Y/N seemed like a sweet, innocent girl when he talked with her. What did Jungkook write in that letter that made her do this?

"Right." Jimin replied. "I am still allowed to visit her I suppose."

"I'm not sure Mr. Park. In case you aren't, Y/N wrote this letter for you. She really did admire you." Hobi said in a sympathetic voice.

Not only did Jimin have to deliver the letter but also bad news.

He didn't know exactly why Namjoon was marrying Y/N, or why Y/N would kill anyone, or even what Jungkook wrote in the letter, but he know one thing,

War was brewing.

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