Namjoon fainted from the amount of poisoning Seokjin administered into his body. The man held Namjoon and helped drag his body deep into the woods.

"They're as beautiful as I remembered. Aren't they, Dr. Kim?" The vampire was holding onto his lover, walking with him around the forest. Seokjin felt guilty for everything he did to Namjoon, and he thought that this was the only time he'll truly get the chance to explain everything to him. He knew very well that the man was unconscious at the moment and could wake up at any given minute, but Seokjin had enough of hiding his true feelings and thoughts from the doctor.

This was the perfect moment to tell him what he's been keeping inside.

"From the moment you walked into that Hospital and found out about me, I've caused you nothing but trouble, Dr. Kim. You quit your job for me, you gave me a home, you gave me your love, and now you gave me your soul... Twice." The vampire heard soft voices lingering around the forest, he was close to his destination.

"And what did I give you in return? Pain, anger, and confusion. I ruined your reputation, I ruined your name. But within my errors, there is one thing I finally got right: A chance." The moon finally showed up, in between the fog that had clouded Seokjin's pathway.

Rather it was clouded or clear, Seokjin knew exactly where he was going even though he's only been in this special forest once.

"A chance to keep you by my side forever. There is a reason why I did all of this, and I'll explain it to you someday, but not tonight. Not now. All that I need right now is for you to stay asleep for just a little longer." Seokjin carried the doctor on his back, the more strength he gained. His bone structure was stronger and thicker now that he was a vampire again. He felt empowered. He only wished he knew what the doctor was feeling.

How he was holding up, and what he was thinking. He couldn't read his mind, he didn't know if he was hearing him, and it was making Seokjin feel anxious.

"Namjoon... You can hear me, right?" There was no response from the man whatsoever. Seokjin couldn't even hear his breathing. He was beginning to lose faith.

"Fine. Do you want me to tell you the truth? I'll tell you, then." To distract himself from such dark thoughts, Seokjin spoke out to the doctor, not knowing if he was truly listening, or if he was just talking to himself.

"I was possessed by a woman when I was younger. My parents thought that I had this mental health condition called Schizophrenia and locked me up in that Hospital you worked at which used to be a mental institution. I was too little to understand, but I knew that I couldn't tell them about my possession because the woman would have found them and done the same thing she did with me. At least, that's what my mind tricked me into thinking.
Seeing you risk so much to save my life. How much you gave up. What I put you through...
Why? Why would you do this for me?"

The vampire was unsure about what his body was doing to him, but he felt a familiar pain blossoming within his chest, flowing up to his head.

"When I was in that dark room, locked up for so many years, the nurses used to treat me so bad. They used to drag my fragile body into a shower. I remember my screams as the cold water debilitated my bones more than they already were. They used to laugh at me... Mocking my pain."

So many memories were haunting the vampire, he couldn't think straight for a moment and stopped walking halfway. His back was aching from holding Namjoon's weight on him, but he refused to place him down.

"When I met you, I was going to take your life away from the moment you walked into that dark cell I once used to call my 'room'. That same day was when one of the cruel doctors injected me with anesthesia and performed strange exams on my body. Of course, I was still awake. I never once slept. I always felt the pain but my body quickly learned to adapt to it, turning my pain into strength. But still, it doesn't mean that their words didn't hurt me.

Their loud voices swearing at me.

The torturous surgical procedures to try and "fix me" never worked. Not once. To them; I needed to be fixed. And to me; I was just a broken man. No amount of surgery and medicine could ever fix me, let alone, cure my illness. But that was until I met you, years later."

Despite Seokjin's horribly dark past, and the excruciating pain he endured throughout his childhood, the vampire shut his eyes and looked past that pain.

"Your patients taught me to be calm around you, and with your kindness I gained your trust and you gained mine.

Our friendship was shortly lived because it went fading through time when we fell in love.

Your love taught me pain is pleasurable and that a relationship between a human and a vampire is worth more than gold, becoming treasurable.

When I rested my head and stared into your eyes the day I was run over, I thought I was going to die. Death is something I never feared, but I didn't want to leave the earth in that moment because I had one thing to fear back then, and that was losing my lover.

My urge to drink blood is weak compared to how much I crave your love.

That is a craving that only you can satisfy, so don't give up on me now. Stay alive." The vampire stopped midway because he felt choked up.

Something inside of him wasn't allowing him to speak.

"Stay alive." Memories of when he nearly lost Namjoon to when Joowon injected him with the lethal injection flooded in his mind.

"Please.. Just stay with me." Seokjin made it to his destination with the doctor. The beauty of the forest turned into nothing but sorrow as he still held onto Namjoon's body.

Roses were scattered all over the ground, on leaves. The roses were red, healthy and alive. While the leaves were black, scrunched up, and dead.

Namjoon no longer responded to Seokjin. He wasn't breathing either.

The vampire released all of the pain he had within his heart in the form of tears. Endless tears that spilled out of his glistening eyes while he finally rested the doctor's dead body on top of the dead leaves.

Seokjin's nose scrunched, finding a way to breathe because he blocked his sinuses with the amount of pressure his head built up due to his crying.

The man Seokjin loves, the man who taught him what true love meant, and the only man he's ever loved, was by his side in the forest he dreamt of living for the rest of his life when his dying soul would breathe his last breath.

And to his misfortune, Seokjin's lover passed away before him and left him all alone in a forest that grew darker by the minute as the moonlight faded away.

He hunched over, leaning on the doctor's body. His body temperature was below average,
just like Seokjin's.

"Dr. Kim, we made it... Open your eyes, now. It's not time to sleep." The vampire tried to stay composed, unsure if he was actually communicating with Namjoon, or if the man was dead and he just chose to not accept that cruel reality yet.

"A life without you, is a life that's not worth living, Dr. Kim.." A wave of emotions washed over Seokjin, turning his sadness into anger. He clenched his fists, ruining two roses in a matter of seconds.

The roses represented how suffocated he was, to a point where he could barely breathe. All of the roses suddenly changed color and died, just like the leaves.

"Then die." His mind told him.

Death: The word that has followed Seokjin for years. If he was never alive in the first place when he first became a vampire, then turning back into a human was the biggest mistake Seokjin had ever done.

The vampire looked all around him, turning his head from every angle he could find. He noticed something shining, hidden within the dead leaves, not too far from where he was standing.

So he walked towards the unidentified object, not knowing what to expect from it. The object was a piece of porcelain with a floral design printed onto it. Seokjin knew exactly what this belonged to.

"The cup of hot chocolate that woman gave me. This is the piece I broke when I ran out of her house and knocked it over. What is it doing here?" The vampire vividly remembers the
piece of porcelain he had broken. He look back at Namjoon, then looked down at his wrist.

"I killed him. My poison killed the only person I loved and valued." A crystal clear tear dropped down onto the porcelain as Seokjin was about to press it down on his wrist.

The broken piece suddenly flew out of the vampire's hand, disappearing into the unknown and out of his sight.

He turned his head around, sensing life somewhere near him.

Suddenly, Seokjin found himself staring into a man's eyes, completely shattered.

"Namjoon."

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