His smiled returned and he kissed my forehead. I leaned into him before he led me out of my office. When we were in the hallway, he told me, "Don't stand so close."

I took a step away. The few people that had been milling in the hallway waiting for the bathroom all stopped talking and turned their attention to us. The vampires with their human companions instantly barred their razor-sharp fangs. I thought for certain they were all looking at Jimin. But when I braved up and looked at them closer, they were indeed looking at me. My cheeks flushed hot.

"This way," I heard him say.

Following him out of the hallway, we entered the expansive room of the club, and I will swear to this day that the music stopped, the room stood still and every human and vampire turned to stare at me. Of course that didn't happen, but that's sure as hell what it felt like. What unnerved me the most was that he slowed down his pace, nodding to those we passed.

Before I knew where we were, I found us standing at the bar, and Jimin was peering down at me agitated. "What would you like to drink?" He asked again, holding a bottle of sheep's blood in his hand.

I was well aware of the fact that my ass was facing about fifty people, but was relieved that the crowd of humans had died down a bit, no sick pun intended. The humans usually cleared out about two o'clock, or were kicked out, depending on their behavior. There were mainly vampires then, but that didn't calm my nerves any.

"I'm sorry. Just a soda, please," I told the part-time human bartender that I didn't know was coming in for the night, though it didn't matter. The drink appeared in my hand a second later, and I purposefully turned my body around to look out over the crowd instead of my ass doing it.

"Turn back around," He ordered.

I had just brought the glass to my lips and what little liquid went down my throat came back up again. I started to choke.

Jimin would have none of it. "NOW." I did as I was told and placed my elbows on the bar counter. "Stand up like a woman should," He demanded.

I brought my elbows to my side, placed both painful feet firmly on the floor, pushed my shoulders back, and sucked up what little pride I had left.

I felt Jimin kneel down and He whispered, "You are not being very obedient." I didn't like the tone of his voice at all. After all, he'd made provisions for me, and I was not meeting his.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm ... nervous."

"As well you should be. And if you apologize one more time, I will punish you."

I turned my head slightly and looked at hm. "I'm sor ..." FWAP! He'd smacked my ass so hard it stung like a bitch. I flinched. I could say nothing else.

I took another sip of the soda and tried to calm my nerves. That lasted all of twenty seconds when a human woman approached the bar and asked for a Bourbon. I could see her in the mirror across from us, and I didn't like the way she was looking at Jimin. But I couldn't do a damned thing about it.

"Hi, Sheriff," she said. She may as well have screamed out, "Bite me, you vampire God!"

Jimin barely gave her a glance when he replied threateningly, "I am not your Sheriff."

"Maybe not, but you could be," she said, running her perfectly manicured, long red fingernail up his bare forearm.

My blood boiled inside my veins! But I had little to worry about with Mr. Park Jimin.

He looked down at her finger like it was a bulb of garlic and she was irritating the crap out of him. "Young lady, I suggest you remove your finger right now, or I will remove it myself and use it to stir my drink."

It took everything I had not to smile, and that's saying a lot. But there was some level of satisfaction on my face.

She frowned, pouted, and went off. While I was watching her in the mirror, I caught Jimin staring at me, and I quickly changed my expression. It was too late.

He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned it sharply to face him. "Why, Ms. L/n, I never took you for a jealous human." He didn't sound angry, though, but the way he grabbed my attention worried me.

I nodded. "It won't happen again."

"Hmm, really?" He took a swallow of his bottled blood then added, "Oh, it will happen again, just as the sun rises every morning, a woman hitting upon me, that is. How will you ever manage it?" He asked sarcastically, definitely entertained.

"I will work on it, Sir."

"Good."

I opened my mouth to say something, but shoved the glass to my lips. He then took my glass and set it on the bar. "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Yes Sir." I didn't dare ask without his permission. He waved his hand to continue. "I was wondering if you are ready to ... eat."

"Are you that impatient to get downstairs for me?"

I frowned. "No, no. It's just ... with the little Blood you've just had, you already look better. I just thought ..."

He smiled. "Stay thoughtful, little one," He said as he took my hand and led me to the back of the bar.

On the way we passed Liza in the hallway. He told her to lock up the place at four a.m., and that if he and I weren't up from the basement by 4:30 to make her presence known. I wondered what exactly that meant.

"Of course. Have fun, little girl."

Walking down the basement steps, I noticed it was quieter than it should have been. There was no music being played, no feminine wails of pleasure, and there was no whoosh of a flogger or a whip. With every step I took I grew more nervous, anxious and wet as hell.

Jimin and I walked silently to Angel, who was standing beside Rachel, who was handcuffed to a double cross. On one side, a submissive could be locked into place, her wrists through a wooden block to limit her movement even further, her arms and legs spread wide for whatever blesses her skin. On the other side, another sub could be tied up in the same position. Ah, so then I knew what Jimin was up to. Or so I thought.

"Jimin," Angel said as she put out the back of her hand. She may be a Dominatrix, but she commanded his respect. I didn't like her a bit.

"Angel," He replied, kissing the back of her hand. "Is your sub ready?"

"Oh, yes," she said with an evil smile as she looked at Rachel. My eyes followed, and I could tell from her position she was already gone, meaning enjoying the revels of sub-space. Her shoulder blades and ass were a deep pink, with no blood spilled.

"Fine. Y/n, a word with you, please?" Jimin asked. We went to a corner and He turned me to face him. "You are still mine. You will not take orders from Angel. You will not say a word to her, or her sub. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good."

We went back to the cross, and I could then see Rachel was blindfolded. Yeah, she was in her own little world. Her mouth was hanging open slightly, her head was tilted to the side, and she was breathing steadily, thank god.

Jimin led me towards the cross with His body then gently took my right wrist and put it in the same wooden block that Rachel's was in then he did the other. I had to press my chest against her bare breasts, but I kept my lower body away from her.

"Take her hands."

I wrapped her fingers in mine and she squeezed them back, bringing her around a little, then he closed our wrists together. I was relieved to feel fur on the inside so as not to splinter our wrists. I really had to stretch my body upward because the arm locks were too high.

"Step up," Jimin ordered.

I made the mistake of hesitating—I looked down because I wasn't sure where to step. He smacked my ass, I yelped and quickly stepped on the two blocks of wood that were about four inches off the ground. My arms were no longer strained to reach, and I became more comfortable. I also had to press my entire body against Rachel. He then secured my ankles in handcuffs.

"Do not hesitate again," Jimin said angrily into my ear.

"Yes Sir."

Then I was uncomfortable. Sure, I'd had a woman before, so to speak, but I was never flat out pressed against one. Our cheeks were pressed together, and she smelled so good, her skin so soft. I closed my eyes because I didn't dare look at Angel, although I heard her move around.

We were both subs. I had no power. All of my power I had given to my Dom to do as he pleased. And I couldn't have been happier. I waited impatiently for Jimin to touch me, talk to me, anything to let me know He was still there. Nothing.

Unexpectedly, Rachel gasped in my ear and arched her body into mine. I hadn't even heard Angel flog her. Then I felt the wisp of air from the flogger as Angel continued to flog, and Rachel moaned and groaned into my ear. I was surprised to feel moisture build up in the thin padding of my thong.

"Kiss her, Y/n," Jimin whispered suddenly into my ear. When had he come back? "Do what feels right to you."

I tilted my head back and opened my eyes, looking over her face. She had a smile on her face. Closing my eyes again, I kissed her, running my tongue over her bottom lip slowly. Meshing both of my lips to hers, she breathed into my mouth a few times when Angel hit her a little too hard. I understood it to simply be to get a reaction from that, not my kisses. 

Then she returned the kiss with more passion than I would have expected from her, but I liked it. My nipples hardened against the fabric, and I moved my shoulders a little to give her some friction. She moaned in response.

Jimin placed his hands on my neck, his forefingers under my chin and pulled my head back; I rested it on his shoulder. "Feed, Master."

"I do not need you to tell me what to do!" He barked. My stomach churned. "But yes, I intend to do so." 

He removed one hand and placed his fingers underneath the string of the thong and pulled up on it, making it rub against my sensitive clit. I groaned in pleasure, held my breath and pushed my ass out, letting him know I wanted more.

"Hmm, you like that?" He asked maliciously but sexily.

I nodded. God, I wanted him so badly I hurt. My body was on fire and I didn't want him to stop. But what did he do? He stepped away from me then placed his hands flat against the small of my back. His fangs scraped against the nape of my neck, and I sighed heavily, burying my face into Rachel's neck. 

The next thing I knew I felt the thong being ripped off my hips. His hand pressed into my crotch, his middle finger brushed against my clit to gather my moisture before slipping it down to my entrance. 

"You are wet, love," Jimin whispered into my ear, sending shivers through me. "You are so ripe for me." I grunted, though my lips were still on Rachel's. "Do you want me now, sub?"

Moving my head just enough to speak, I replied, "Yes Sirrr." I slurred because He'd stuck the tips of two fingers inside me, flicked them a few times right on my g-spot. 

Regretfully he removed them then stepped back. I heard the zipper of his pants being undone, and a wave of shivers coursed through me. I would finally have him! He pressed his hard dick against my ass, and I groaned again. 

"I am ready to feed," He grumbled into my ear.

I could do nothing but nod. I rested my face into Rachel's neck again; my eyes were covered with her hair while Jimin pressed his body to mine and kissed me on my neck softly. He did not enter me, sadly enough.

"Slave," Angel spoke for the first time, "Jimin is ready."

Rachel moved her head towards her Mistress's voice. "Yes Ma'am." Rachel's body shook with excitement.

Then I heard Jimin lap at her neck and something struck me that was totally unexpected: I wanted to watch. I wanted to watch my Dom dig his fangs into Rachel's neck and drink from her, feed off her, eat. Here we were—three bodies pressed together, yet only one was hungry. Only one needed nourishment. 

Tilting my head so I could see the side of Jimin's face, I heard him lap at and kiss her neck, and the sound was indescribable. I couldn't recall the exact sound of when Jimin fed on me, but it sent electricity through me at that moment.

Rachel moaned, and I felt Jimin's hand push her head away to give him better access, forcing me to pull my head back. I looked at him, He caught me and smiled, barring his fangs. He turned his head back to Rachel, opened his mouth wide and drove his fangs into her flesh. She grunted, groaned, and whined then she was gone. Her body tensed, and I held my ground to give her support.

Jimin growled from deep inside his chest, and it vibrated against my back. I loved the feeling. I looked closer and saw his tongue stick out between his fangs, sucking and slurping and drinking in her blood.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Master, take me, please," I asked breathlessly.

Without a word, He rammed his dick inside me, filling every inch of my hot, wet pussy. I screamed at the fullness of him and buried my face harder in the side of Rachel's neck. He pressed his chest hard against my back, penetrating me with a desire that made me lose my mind; my mind wandered to that familiar yet distant sup-space. I began to suck and nibble and bite into Rachel's skin, wanting more, but never seeming to get enough.

He penetrated me several more times, each one harder and deeper than the last. My back vibrated with his groaning while pounding so deeply inside me that I finally came immediately and hard, never taking my lips from Rachel's neck. The fluids from my orgasm trickled down my thighs before I felt Jimin explode inside me. My body grew numb as I breathed heavily, but I kept sucking on her.

"Y/n, Y/n," I heard Jimin say after a minute. "Look at me."

I lifted my head to look at him. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and on his chin. I wasn't disgusted at seeing the blood. I was kind of ... excited by it. 

The next thing I knew I was laying on my back on the white polar bear rug with Jimin lying beside me, running his fingers through my hair. I didn't understand why he was looking at me so strangely. I looked around to see the cross empty; Angel and Rachel were gone, and Jimin was wearing only his pants.

"Sir?" I grunted confused, turning back to him.

"You were gone, little girl."

"Huh? I don' under—"

"Shh, just take it easy."

"What happened?"

"You gave Rachel one hell of a hickey."

"What? That's not funn ... oh, um, I remember that." I flushed.

"After I fed and we both came, your eyes were so ... wild."

"Wild?" I'd never been wild in my life.

He nodded. "You laid one great kiss on me, and with all her blood ..."

I was horrified. "I ... took some of ... her blood?"

"Yes, you did." He seemed humored by it. I bolted up into a sitting position and wiped at my mouth and chin. Looking at my fingers, there was no more blood. "I licked you clean."

"Oh, god, no, no, no!" I jumped up and paced the room, mumbling over and over.

"Y/n, Y/n! Stop!"

I was being shaken by my shoulders so violently I could no longer speak. I tried to get away, flailed my fists at him, screamed and cried so hard my whole body ached. My mind was completely gone.

JIMIN'S POV:

What the hell was wrong with her? I could feel her fear, but didn't know where it was coming from. "Y/n, look at me."

I was really getting tired of saying that. "Damn it, woman!" I screamed. "You calm down right NOW or I'll give you something to cry about!" Tell me I did not just say that.

"Jimin ... I'm ... I don't want ..."

She didn't stop crying, but at least she stopped hitting me, not that it hurt. I raised her up into my arms and sat down in a chair with her in my lap. I pulled back the hair from her cheeks and forehead. "What don't you want?"

Her body shook again and she buried her face in my chest. "I don't want- don't wanna be a v-vampire."

"Y/n L/n, what makes ..." She looked away ashamed. I was done with her nonsense. I grabbed her cheeks and made her look me dead in the eyes. "LOOK at me!" She looked back. "Why do you think you'll become a vampire?"

"Be-because you've had so much of my blood and , I've tasted Susie and Rach ..." She inhaled deeply a few times. "And I acted just like one while you ..."

"Fed?"

She nodded. "I don't really remember ... kissing you with ... but if I like the taste—"

I couldn't help but laugh. "No, no, sweetheart. You don't become one just because ... that's what I figured."

"Stop laughing at me."

"Oh, I'm not." I pulled her away and kissed her tears away.

"What did you figure?" she asked, much, much calmer then, much to my relief. I can't stand to see a woman cry. Damned humans.

"You've never actually seen me feed, have you? Well, of course not. Rachel was in sub-space, and you must have been, too, considering your actions. How, what did you feel while I was feeding?" Her cheeks blushed. "Other than me inside you?"

"I - it was like ..." She was really struggling with her words, and it was endearing, in a weird way. "It made me feel ... like I was a part of you. I wanted what you wanted. I wanted to feel what you were feeling. Does that make sense?"

She looked frightened that I'd be mad. I wasn't. "Yes, it makes complete sense. You were there at the most ..." Damn, she was making me lost for words, too. "We are vicious creatures, Y/n, and ... I am sorry for not thinking of your feelings."

She shook her head. "No, no, it's not that. I'm not turning?"

Pulling her to me, I kissed her nose. She finally smiled. I had to ask her a question that I didn't want to.

"Y/n, if you are this traumatized about becoming a vampire, why be with me, with a vampire?"

She squirmed nervously. "I don't know." Her body shivered with the last of the cry-hiccups.

"Do you want to be with me?"

"I - d-d Jimin, I didn't want to tell you. I've been having some really bad, horrifying dreams about you and Yoongi the past two nights."

I tried to control myself, and my tone of voice. "Tell me?"

"I-I'm scared you'll be mad."

I shook my head. "I promise you that I won't."

"We're ... you, me and Yoongi ... are on the edge of the cliff and I'm holding onto each of your hands and I have to let one of you go to save the other and ... I ..." She swallowed hard. "I let you go." Tears welled up in her eyes again, and her voice cracked.

"I would be hurt, but—"

"No, you don't understand. At the base of the cliff were hundreds of stakes. Regardless of whom I let fall, you'd both die."

I had to ponder that for a moment. I couldn't think of a damned thing.

"But before I let go of your hand, I said something to you, but I never hear what I said. I always wake up right then."

"Hmm. So, what do you think of that?" I'm a vampire shrink, now?

"I-I think I need to see Yoongi."

"Do you still have feelings for him?"

"What? No, no! I don't, honestly."

I believed her. "Do you want me to go with you? Or he could come here."

Her head flinched back in surprise. "You'd really ... you'd want to be there?"

"Yes. I don't like the man for the way he treated you, but if it gives you the answers you need."

She nodded her head. "I would like that," she said and finally smiled.

"Jimin, I'm sorry to bother you, but it's time to go," Liza said from the top of the stairs.

"We'll be right up." The door closed. "Thank you for telling me. By doing so, I know you trust me, little one."

"I do. But, Sir, can I say something?"

I picked her up and carried her up the stairs, her fragile body cradled in my arms. "Yes, little one."

I could feel her smile against my chest. "I like it when you call me that."

"I'll remember that."

We walked down the hall to her office, and I set her in the chair, kneeling in front on her. I took her hands and placed them around my neck, my arms around her waist. She looked so tired. I wasn't sure if it was emotional or physical.

"I didn't like to see you so hungry. You didn't look ... right."

"You don't want to do that again, do you?" She shook her head. "You watching me feed or you being included?"

"Me being included. It ... scared me."

I kissed her forehead. "No, my little one. We will discuss what is comfortable with you later."

Y/N'S POV: 

The rest of the week went by quietly, and quickly. I wore my collar every night, as instructed. But I dreaded leaving. Jimin was right: Women were always sitting at his feet, and it took all of my control not to kick them in the ass. And what made it worse was that he would always catch me glance his way. The only comfort I had was that Jimin never seemed to give them any attention—none that I could see.

We'd discussed when we'd talk to Yoongi, and it would be the following night, on Saturday. I was nervous as hell. I had to think about exactly what I wanted to say. I wrote the words on a piece of paper, didn't like it, so threw it away. The trash can ended up with paper balls of crap.

I had trouble sleeping Friday night when I came home from work, not because of meeting Yoongi the following midnight—he was working the afternoon to evening shifts—but because I had a date before that, a double date. With Jimin . And Wilma. And Hugh. Little Miss Y/n was becoming quite the socializer.

Under bribery, of course. I was really treating Wilma and Hugh for all they'd done for me. Neither vampire liked it. But us two humans threatened our vampire boyfriends—hmm, Jimin my boyfriend?—if they didn't come with us that we'd eat garlic for a month and they would be forced not to touch us the whole time. Hugh laughed. Jimin, my Dom punished me. Okay, scratch Jimin off as my boyfriend.

Jimin was to pick me up at nine-thirty then meet Wilma and Hugh at ten at Carla's Bistro, right off the interstate. I started primping at three: shaved the legs and armpits, got a manicure and pedicure, had my hair curled in thick waves all over, and all the other girly things girls have done before a hot date.

I wasn't sure what to wear, but I wanted something I knew Jimin would like. I chose black slacks with a light green blouse. Real classy, huh? I threw them on the bed in a huff. I picked out a purple, short-sleeved dress that came just above my knees and put it on. No, didn't like that, either. I went back to the closet and saw the perfect outfit, a navy blue, flower printed cotton sundress that I knew Jimin hadn't seen me in. I'd never worn it at work because I thought it showed a little too much cleavage. A woman can show a little cleavage on a date.

I then made myself a sandwich because ten o'clock was hours away, cleaned the kitchen, straightened the living room, and had planned on dressing right before Jimin came to pick me up. That's not what happened. I had put on a short, revealing robe, rested my head on the arm rest of the couch so I wouldn't flatten my hair, and fell asleep.

I was pleasantly awoken with a cool fingernail tracing down between my breasts and a wet, cold tongue lapping at my ear. Without opening my eyes, I mumbled, "Hmm, Hugh Jackman, is that you?"

He promptly jerked back, and I opened my eyes. He was angry. "Who the hell is this Hugh Jackman?"

I smiled and looked at him. "He's an actor that I've never met, nor will ever meet."

He narrowed his eyes at me before he finally smiled. He looked really good, too. He must have just eaten. And he looked sharp in his suit and tie, which, I'd have to admit, would take some getting used to.

"I really hope you aren't wearing that." He glared down at my cleavage.

"Of course not. I'll go change," I said as I stood, but then noticed the time on the cable box. "Sir, it's only eight. Why are you here—" I got my answer when He whisked me up and rushed me to the bedroom. "Sir, Jimin, I don't want you to mess up my hair."

That fell on deaf ears when he set me on the bed and hid his face in my chest, nibbling and groaning his way to a nipple. I laughed for no reason. I think it was because he was actually playful. With his lips glued to my breast, somehow he ripped the robe off of me, His hands exploring my entire body. I was no longer laughing.

Before I realized it, his pants were off, I tore his shirt off, and he climbed on top of me. Because he is so much taller than I am, he put his elbows by my forearms and entwined his fingers in my hair. I had to tilt my head back to kiss him, and we did, passionately. While our lips were locked, His hand caressed every inch of my body he could reach, except for where I really wanted him. Apparently, he wanted me as badly as I wanted him when he grabbed my legs, wrapped them around his waist, and held my hands above my head. Then hi slid the tip of his dick inside me. I gasped loudly into his mouth and he immediately stopped. 

"Am I hurting you?"

"Hmmph, no Sir. Hardly," I replied breathlessly.

I started to kiss and lick his neck, nibble here and there, when he thrust his entire length inside me. I was so wet for him, even if there was hardly any foreplay. Panting, he took his time penetrating me, and he invaded my very soul. This was the first time we'd ever been alone, and I loved it.

"Sir, can you  let go. I want-I need to touch you."

He did, and I was able to put my arms around him and ran my fingernails from the small of his back to his shoulder blades. I knew it wouldn't hurt him if I used more pressure than I should. I was right. His throat rumbled against my chin and I kissed his Adam's apple before he'd almost pull out completely then pushed back in, hard. I screamed, but not too loud, while he'd alternate that for a while. I was on the edge, but I wanted to feel him for as long as I could.

"Are you ready to cum for me, sub?" He grunted loudly.

"N-no Sir," I managed to tell him.

"What?" He asked angrily, looking at me harshly.

I didn't answer him, but tightened myself around his expansive dick and he grunted again. He began driving his cock harder and faster until he finally came, his body tense, groaning and growling and kissing my forehead. 

But he wasn't done with me, yet.

"You aren't ready to cum yet, huh? Let me take care of that."

Within a second he was standing by the foot of the bed, grabbed my legs forcefully and pulled me to him. I squealed in surprise. Grabbing both breasts, he started to suck and flick my clit so fast I was clawing at the quilt and thrashing my head back and forth. 

When he had my clit in between his fangs and licking up and down with his tongue, I lost all control and needed to cum so badly; I could feel it building to an explosive conclusion. "Edge, EDGE!"

He didn't reply but only increased the speed between suckling and flicking the nerve ending at the tip of my clit. I couldn't hold it back any longer. My legs were shaking violently and my toes curled. He started playing with my breasts yet again.

"Cum for me" He growled out.

Instantly I came screaming, my body spasmed and twitched like it'd never had before. My heart pounded so hard that I had to remember to breath. 

It took me forever to control my breathing and bring my body and mind back to me. With the help of Jimin's voice in my ear and his body curled against mine, it didn't take too long. 

"Hmm, Jimin, Sir," I mumbled, running my fingers through his hair.

"Hey! Don't mess up my hair!" He protested, but a smile slowly rose from his lips.

"You messed—" He looked at me harshly. I didn't finish speaking.

"What did you want?"

"I-I want to give you something."

"You already did," He said devilishly.

"You've eaten before you came over?" He nodded. I turned my head to expose my neck. "Just a little."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Absolutely."

He smiled, kissed me softly on my lips before he traced his fangs to my neck, ever so slowly, and pierced my skin at the vein. I whimpered softly, and surprisingly came again. Surprise, surprise. It was only about thirty seconds, but he pulled back and looked over my face. Blood covered his fangs, but there was hardly any on his lips. He did have control.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then get yourself together, woman! You're a mess." He grinned devilishly.

~

As it turned out dinner was a major mistake. On top of Hugh never actually eating, after all, sheep's bloods were not exactly what I meant to pay him back, Wilma and I were the only ones that did. Jimin sat tensely beside me, barely saying a word, which only made me nervous. The looks the two vamps gave the other were far from friendly. It never dawned on me that Jimin and Hugh were not exactly friends, though I didn't understand why all the tension. Even Wilma was a little on edge, and she's usually cool as a cucumber.

Wilma must have read my mind, which I would have to work on when I was around her, but she pulled me away from the table and she led me to the bathroom. "Y/n, there's something I need to tell you." I stood against the sink, after making sure we were alone, and waited. "Jimin tricked me into drinking his blood."

Looking at her dumbfounded, I wanted to hear more.

"You must know when humans drink vampire blood, they then know what the human is feeling, all the time." I nodded. "And we, uh, have sexual feelings towards them." I didn't move. "Hugh knew what Jimin was up to. That's why it's so tense out there. But I never ... Jimin and I were not ..."

The bathroom door burst open. "Oh, you were right, Hugh, this isn't the men's room."

"Out, guys," Wilma snapped.

"Oh, no," Jimin snickered, "not when there's gonna be a chick fight!"

"JIMIN!" Both Hugh and Wilma screamed at him.

"Don't bother," I huffed as I headed towards the door; the vampires moved out of my way, which was rather smart on their part. I went back to the table, threw cash on it for the Hugh and stormed out to Jimin's car. 

It took forever for him to come out. Without a word, he unlocked the passenger door. I slipped in then he closed the door and got in on the other side. "You're angry," He stated correctly, turning to look at me.

"And confused." I stared out the windshield. "Are you using me to get Wilma?"

"No, I am not."

"Why not?" I saw his head flinch. "You've already lied to me once."

"Because I said so."

"It's not enough."

"It'd better be."

"Take me home."

"What about Yoongi?"

"I said take me the fuck home!"

He didn't say a word but started the car and drove the thirty minutes back to my apartment. It was the longest thirty minutes of my life.

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