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Her eyes were stuck on the lily.
Namjoon brought the flower pot down when Yuri asked him to. Somehow, she felt a strong bond with it just by looking at it. She gently ran her fingers through it, sighing. "So..let's begin." Namjoon sat in front of her, his eyes filled with sternness. He was serious about knowing her life history and getting her back home so he wouldn't have to suffer taking care of a child.
"What's your name? I know. Your age, I know. Your parents are dead. You don't have a shcool, no friends, no home, you're stuck here, you don't know how to go back, you found me in just as confusion as I did, you have no idea that werewolves and vampires exist, and according to you-this world is like a really old one, like a falm set in 90's."
She pressed her lips, "It's school, not shcool. And film, not falm." She smiled a little and nodded. Namjoon gave a look that said 'I'm-not-convinced-at-all'. She sighed loudly. "I'll tell you from the beginning. I'm not from a really rich family, I was born in a middle class family, we were doing well and loved each other a lot, but one day..my parents got into an accident and ended up dying, so since then, I'm alone, and I've told you the rest already."
Namjoon was still not convinced enough, none of the words she said made sense in his head, and the way she said them so casually was even more confusing, even though her eyes were clean, his heart was still not ready to accept her.
"Aren't you way too young?" He asked, raising a brow as he glanced at the pot. "Well, I'm just fine to be a highschooler." She laughed lightly, shaking her head at the dumbness of the man. "Weren't you seventeen in the past too?" She asked, making him shrug, "When was that? 1654?" He joked, grinning.
She looked at him in sadness, seeing past his jolly self to how hard he's been trying to stay positive, being alone, his life must've been a long, really long journey to cope up with, he must have felt the most sad at times, but he's still so well-organised at mind to joke like that, unlike her, who's weak and complains to life everyday, maybe if nothing-she could learn being a warrior at life like Namjoon.
"Do..do you ever feel lonely or alone?" She ended up asking him. He looked up from the flowerpot, blinking. He tilted his head to a side. "Sad? No. I don't." He gave a tight-lipped smile, not wanting to push the topic anymore. "I know that I'm a burden, but if you ever feel sad, you can come to me." She shrugged, making him raise a brow, "I hope that would never happen." He said, getting up and turning to the door.
"Where are you going?" He paused, glancing back. "I need to go somewhere important." She got up, following up to him. "I'm also coming with you." He shook his head, "You're not. You can't." She grinned, "I will. Let's go." He watched as she walked to the door, waiting or him to catch up to him.
"No, you're not. Stop interfering in my life. I'll appreciate if the formality remains between us." He said, eyes turning as he pulled his cloak from the hanger and walked past her, slamming the door as he walked out. She flinched a little, sighing as she walked to the chair, sitting down.
"I'm always like this, now the only one I can talk to thinks of me as a burden. Well, he already did, but now I'm nothing but an itch to his eyes." She muttered, laying her head to the table. She looked up when she felt the flowers go black, and frowned.
"What's this?" She blinked in confusion, moving to touch he lilies, they rose up to life again, and she found it difficult to process what's happening. "This..what is this? How did it come to life?" She asked, confused and scared.
A knock on the door startled her, she looked back, remembering what the last person coming here resulted as, she ignored the knock and continued looking at the flowers. The knock became louder and constant by each second, making her gulp.
"Who is it?" She asked, no one answered, but then, she heard someone trying to forcibly open the door. Panicking, she quietly moved to the staircase, walking upstairs with as quietness as she could. Her breath hitched as she reached the first floor, hearing the door unlock, "Hello? Is someone here?" The masculine voice asked, making her almost gasp.
"Are you here? Or there?" She quietly moved to Namjoon's room, hiding behind the door. "You're not here, are you upstairs?" Her eyes widened. "Here?" The voice reached closer, and her eyes fell on the knife near Namjoon's table, she quickly picked it up.
Please, please. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to not make a sound. "Is someone here?" Her heartbeat increased as the footsteps approached, she gripped the knife tightly.
"You got caught." She froze in her spot, not bring able to process anything, she looked down at the feet, before looking up at the man, it was the same man from before. He bent down to her, "What are you doing?" He asked. "Please, I didn't do anything." She whispered, he gripped her shoulders. "Where's Namjoon?" He asked, making her shake her head.
"I have no idea, leave me alone please." He pulled her by her collar, shoving her into the wall. "Tell me already, where is he?" She prayed harder, now for Namjoon to come and save her. "I don't know." She breathed out. "Stop lying already." His grip tightened, and she could already feel his anger. "I really don't know, please, leave me." Her hands went to hold his tight ones around her neck.
He growled, like a wolf. "What are you doing in his house?" He asked, and before she answered, she remembered Namjoon's warning. "I'm just a survivor, I'm here until I find a resident to live in." Her breath thickened, she opened her mouth to carelessly gasp for air.
Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon. Save me. She called again and again, tears filling her eyes at the lack of oxygen. "Survivor? You smell like a human. What did he save you from? Cyclone?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Before she could say or do anything else, something jumped at the man, she gasped at the wolf.
She fell to the floor when his hand left her neck, gasping for air, she held her neck in pain, still finding it hard to breathe. She frowned when her voice didn't come out at all. "Look who's here." The man smirked, Namjoon growled.
"What do you want, Chan?" Namjoon asked as soon he shifted into his human form, walking to Yuri to look at her situation. "I'm here to tell you that the royals really need a protector. You need to come." He said, wiping his mouth.
Namjoon removed Yuri's hand from her neck, "Not after what you've done to her." He growled, Chan scoffed. "Is she a human?" He asked. "No. Why do you even care? Get lost. And tell those royals to find someone else for help." He said, growling at him. "Now leave before I end up hurting you really badly." He said.
Chan raised his hands in defeat. "Fine. Your loss, they were ready to sell anything you want, including a sacrifice." He said, smirking, Namjoon stopped checking her neck, turning to Chan. "A sacrifice, you mean a girl?" He asked, Chan nodded.
With sacrifice and girl in the same sentence, Yuri felt like this wasn't correct, she gripped Namjoon's hand, shaking her head. He looked at her in confusion, "Don't.." Her voice barely came out. "Whatever. Get lost, I need to heal her." Chan shrugged, walking out of the house.
Namjoon helped her get up, and lent her to her room, making her sit on the bed. He blinked when she fell back, annoyed, she scratched her neck, her voice coming out weird. "Wait, wait. I'll heal you." He panicked at her vile actions, gripping her hands and pulling her back.
"But it'll hurt." He said, she looked at him in confusion. "To heal you, I have to bite you, okay?" He asked, she panicked a little, before gripping his hand and nodded. Namjoon glanced down at his hand that was in hers, and he felt amused at how small her hands were.
He felt big in front of her..was he a monster for being this big?
"Am I... A monster?" He whispered, she turned to him, shaking her head, before she pointed at her neck. He sighed.
Moving towards her skin, he took a deep breath, before his fangs dug into her skin, she gripped his hand tighter, almost scratching it. She felt the unbearable pain, her eyes shutting in pain. Namjoon held her other hand to calm her, pulling away from her neck.
"Done. You'll heal in a few minutes. Don't ever let a stranger like that into the house, I'll bring you something to eat." He said, getting up.
But before he left, she gripped his hand, he turned back to meet her eyes, and she said something he couldn't understand. He knitted his eyebrows, groaning. He handed her the weird pen and a paper. She quickly wrote on it and gave it to him. He read it, eyes softening, he looked back at her, and she gave him a thumbs up.
He gulped, walking out of the room before looking at the words again, and unknowingly, it brought a smile to his saddened face.
You're not a monster! A monster won't help someone in need, you're an angel.
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