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▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Foreplay 🍼🍭
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Nudity 🌷🌻
▪︎ Sex 🥂🦋
▪︎ Kisses 🧸🎀
▪︎ Sexual Tension 🧊💦
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻
▪︎ 69 🌈😏
▪︎ E.T.C. 🖤🪧

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Han just stared at the painting for a good long minute with a deep horrified frown until he abruptly gathered himself to dash out of the boy's bedroom.

But, Han paused in the middle and abruptly came back to cover those sensual paintings by the curtains again before running out of the room with all of his might.

He ran the staircase down, skipping as many stairs at once as he could. Leaping over the railings of the next staircase he landed onto the ground floor only to run towards the club hall of the mansion.

Han brusted passed those glassed doors as he got into the club. His eyes wandering to everywhere in that violet flashing room, from that now empty glassed cabin to Vivi still resting by it with her leash chain held by one of Jungkook's men.

"Where is Sire?" Han asked a group of dancers who was walking passed him.

"I saw him going upstairs while carrying Butterfly on his shoulder" One of them pointed the ceiling and Han abruptly ran out back to go up the staircase.

"But he didn't bring Butterfly to the bedroom. I was just there" Han mentioned but they were too drugged to take Han seriously. Making Han just tsk and push passed them to run out of the club.

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"Hmm..." Was all Jungkook replied as he caressed the knife's blade onto Jimin's cheek softly and Jimin just grinned. Feeling Jungkook trailing it down on the boy's stomach down to between Jimin's legs... "I have always knew how much... needy I'm for you" Jungkook whispered, kissing Jimin's cheek and Jimin smiled until Jungkook suddenly and harshly glided the knife's blade across Jimin's inner thigh. Harshly slitting the boy's skin.

"Ah!" Jimin screamed out while pushing Jungkook off himself and closing his legs, trying to look down but Jungkook grabbed him still on the rugged floor. Keeping Jimin's legs parted by having his palm grabbing Jimin's thigh apart on the rugged floor.

"Sire..." Jimin clutched onto Jungkook's shoulders, trying to push the man aside with all of his might.

"Shh..." Jungkook grabbed Jimin's mouth shut with his palm, pinning the boy's face harshly on the floor. "It doesn't hurt that much..." Jungkook assured, slowly sucking onto that now bloodied knife and Jimin just looked at him with a deep frown. Panting hard. Pinned to the floor.

"It's hurting..." Jimin clutched onto Jungkook's shoulders and shaking his head in denial.

"It's okay... shh..." Jungkook caressed the boy's hair. "Can't you bear it for your Sire?" Jungkook asked, sweetly, caressing Jimin's tears away from the boy's cheek.

And Jimin's expressions calmed down a little. Nodding his head, panting hard as he rested his head back.

"Yes... relax... such a beautiful thing you are" Jungkook whispered, rubbing Jimin's foot up to Jimin's knee all the way upto Jimin's pelvis.

Jimin just panted while resting his head back, trying to stay calmed with his teary eyes as Jungkook kept hovering him and slowly went down on Jimin.

Going down to the between of Jimin's legs.

Jimin just gulped, panting with an aching frown as he felt Jungkook's mouth sucking onto the bleeding flesh of Jimin's inner thigh. Sliding his knife on Jimin's skin to rip it more and Jimin just clutched onto the rugged floor.

Jimin bit his own lips to control his cry, turning his face away with his squeezed close eyes, feeling Jungkook's knife opening his flesh further down.

"I can do anything for you, My Pretty Sire" Jimin whispered like a sob. Assuringly.

And, Jungkook froze. With his mouth parted drenched with blood.

Jungkook abruptly kneeled up to get away from Jimin harshly as if he had just awoken from a nightmare. Looking at his bloodied hands holding the knife and then at Jimin. Drenched in his own blood as if he was about to faint.

"What did I do...?" Jungkook whispered to himself like a pant getting away from Jimin further. Throwing his knife away as he raised his both hands away from Jimin who had already passed out. The dark emerald rug had turned black with Jimin's blood. "What the fuck did I do..." Jungkook panted out as his eyes began filling up with tears. Repeating to himself.

"You are so pathetic!" Jungkook heard a familiar deep voice of a man and turned around to look at his full sized mirror behind him. Looking at his own reflection until suddenly he began seeing a reflection of his mansion's backyard.

His father, looking in his mid-thirties, sitting on a fancy outdoor couch, being in a black robe when a man pushed six years old baby Jungkook infront of him. Making the child to fell down, holding a cup of noodles.

"From where did he get it?!" Jungkook's father demanded to one of his men.

"Sire, he stole it" A man replied.

"Don't you know, you can't have food until I let you eat!" Jungkook's father yelled at baby Jungkook, hitting that cup of noodles off Jungkook's hands. Making the baby to look down at the noodles getting thrown onto the grass.

"No, Sire. I was the one stealing them for him" An eight years old Han abruptly come at front, hesitantly. Getting on his knees infront of the Sire. "Prince Jeon didn't... he hasn't ate anything since yesterday" The child tried to explain but a man slapped him hard across his face, making the boy to fell down.

"He is lying" That man dismissed Han's claim. "Throw this swine away back to his mother"

"I was hungry..." Baby Jungkook stated ahead while looking down.

"Then you better should have died out of hunger!" His father added sharply.

"I'm sor-ry, dad. I won't do it... again..." Jungkook mumbled in a low voice, sobbing to his father, while still being thrown onto the grassed ground.

And, his father just neared him while still being on the couch. "Are you still hungry?" The man asked and Baby Jungkook nodded mildly.

His father suddenly slided out a gun from the holster of a man standing beside him and shot the same guy out of nowhere, right on the face, making the man to fell down infront of the baby who had his ears and eyes cupped.

"Here," Jungkook's father made the baby Jungkook hold that familiar black knife by the just dead corpse.

"Eat him" He ordered and baby Jungkook just looked at him.

"This is your punishment. So that you never ever forget Sire's orders! If I didn't have announced you the crown prince... just because of this Rite Hall I'm forced to bear with you! Do it!" The man yelled.

Making Jungkook to shake his head in denial, sobbing hard.

"You want me to lock you back into the sewer hole? Don't make me feed you on rats, you want to eat rats instead or you want rats to eat you, bit by bit?" His father asked and Jungkook shook his head in denial multiple times again. "Then, eat it!"

And, suddenly the reflection of that backyard changes into darkness and six years old baby Jungkook appeared with blood stained mouth, looking at the present Jungkook.

"Look what you did" The baby Jungkook looked disappointed, speaking in a manly voice which was of his father. "You are so pathetic. Nobody can love you, Jungkook" The baby spoke with his bloodied mouth with so much hatred to Jungkook. "Nobody can love you, Jungkook!"

Making Jungkook to frown at him until that baby Jungkook turned into a 5 years old baby Jimin, tilting his head at him fondly, raising a white rose towards Jungkook.

"I love you, My Pretty Sire" Baby Jimin smiled at him, tiptoe-ing as if he was waiting for Jungkook to be near so that he could tuck the rose on the man's ear.

But, Jungkook just backed away with a hitched breath as if he just remembered something.

"Jimin!" Jungkook looked around for the boy but the bloodied rugged floor no longer had the fainted Jimin lying. "Jimin? Jimin!"

"Jimin!?" Jungkook called while opening his eyes from his sleep with a hitched breath. Realizing that he was in his bed.

Lying naked covered with a blanket and Jimin had his face rested on his chest, covered by the blanket as well, sleeping peacefully.

Jungkook abruptly got away and removed the blanket from Jimin's legs, revealing them to be completely naked as Jungkook pushed aside the blanket off Jimin's thighs.

But, the boy's skin was perfectly flawless. Unmarked. Unharmed.

Making Jungkook to just stare at it.

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Running passed Jimin's pink and white, sparkling Butterfly chandeliers dangling, rose dripping decorated floor to another floor up, Han entered the floor of the Sire that was all dark fancy black and castleton green.

Han was about to threw himself onto that fancy black tall double doors of Sire's personal living room but then paused with a deep irritated sigh.

Fixing himself properly, Han politely knocked onto that fancy tall brown double door to hear a 'come in'.

Han wanted to barge in but he controlled his pulse and softly walked into that fancy living room to find Jungkook lying in his couch, shirtless, having his one arm up to be his pillow, watching TV casually while Jimin was lying over the man, hugging him and sleeping peacefully. Both of them wrapped in the blanket.

Han heaved out a sigh of relief before he continued; "My Sire," Han bowed, panting a little. "Butterfly should sleep in his room. You know the rules" He politely mentioned.

"Just let him sleep here by me for a bit more. I want to keep him close for some time" Jungkook whispered, still watching the movie on the mute. (Because his Butterfly was sleeping).

"I need to take him back" Han politely emphasized like an argue. Making Jungkook to shift his gaze from the TV to Han with a stilled glare.

Making Han to abruptly look down and bow as if he was about to leave.

"Hmm..." Was all Jungkook uttured. "Take him" Jungkook shrugged while rolling his eyes, looking not too fond of the idea as he smoke from his cigarette.

And, Han abruptly kneeled down by the couch to uncover Jimin from that blanket, revealing the boy's drenched wet hair as if he just showered and shocking pink lace booty-shorts nightsuit, though, last time Han was sure Jimin was wearing proper all white attire.

Han just collected Jimin's legs up in a bridal style and stood up to carry the asleep boy away, but Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck in his sleep. Making Jungkook to force Jimin's grip off himself.

"Sire..." Jimin whimpered in his sleep, trying to hold onto Jungkook again but Han took him away from Jungkook. Making Jungkook to just watch them go.

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"Detective Park Dae-Shim from Busan, if you won't cooperate, we won't be able to find anything against them" A man in a white dress shirt, wearing a Seoul Detective badge on his waistband over his dark brown pants, stated. "Yoongi told me he was into you. Did he tell you where is the Mafia boss' hive? Or where the Henchman house was?"

"No" Detective Park mumbled, being in a navy blue turtleneck sweater over black pants. Having a straight face on. His brown layered hair parted. Sitting at a table between them. While the man was standing, leaning onto the table by his hands.

"Detective Park, you are safe. You can tell us everything..." That man emphasized.

"I don't remember anything" Detective Park shrugged casually and that Detective leaned closer to Detective Park. Eyeing the faded hand writing of Han on Detective Park's ring finger stating 'Henchman's Bride'.

"I'm giving you easy time because you are one of us. Don't force me" The man threatenedly added and Detective Park finally looked up to look into his eyes.

"Who told you I'm one of you people?" Detective Park asked instead with his keen eye-contact with the man but then rolled his eyes away. "I don't know anything. You are wasting my precious time. My cat is alone" Detective Park added while standing up and walking away, making that Detective to just processed an irritated sigh.

Yoongi walked into the room and Detective Park pushed passed him, ignoring the man as well.

"You said he knows everything" That Detective complained to Yoongi. "He seemed to be involved in them. He is protecting them"

"He is not. He just needs some rest. It's nothing like that" Yoongi assured.

"You saw his ring finger? Those pen words look old, it means he isn't washing his that particular finger since god knows how long. Or he is re-writing them again and again. Henchman's Bride. He has an affair with the Mafia's right hand and you want me to believe that he just needs rest? Did you see his eyes when he looked at me. I had an encounter with one of those dragon people that had a scar on his face and he stared exactly like this before shooting my leg"

"Detective Park's mental health isn't okay right now. I know him and he isn't doing any of such things. He has already lost his child to them, why would he be with them?"

"Fine, I believe you but still, put him back to work. He isn't going back to Busan until I'm assured"

"He doesn't want to work. He has already typed his resign. He surely needs rest and It's dangerous for him to continue working, especially here. The Henchman is after him and you know that man well while being gotten shot by him, he won't let him go this easily. His 3 days have already started, he had promised to cage him back within 3 days. Today is the 1st day and it is only afternoon, anything can happen. I need to keep Detective Park safe. You know the Henchman is a psychopath bastard"

"I don't know, Yoongi. He suddenly wants to quit his 15 years old job. Let's not be fooled by his charming face. I want him infront of my eyes in this office. He is suspiciously weird" That man added, watching Detective Park playing with his own hair with his index finger, watching them back with a tilted head.

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Jimin yawned while sitting up, utturing a weak whimper while holding his hips as he sit up on his bed but got startled as he found Han standing infront of him with crossed arms and a mad frown.

"Morning" Jimin greeted Han with his dimple smile.

"It is 8:30 P.M" Han sighed out as that cute dimple smile managed to break Han's mad frown.

"What's this music? Is there a ball tonight?!" Jimin asked as the melodic music could be mildly heard coming from the downstairs.

"Yes. Looks like someone is getting married" Han replied and Jimin got up only to be on his knees by the window abruptly, looking too excited. Looking down from the window. "It's definitely not mine, right?"

"Not this time"

"Let me guess... then... mommy?" The boy guessed.

"We need to talk" Han noted instead.

"But we are already talking" Jimin giggled until Han yanked those curtains aside to reveal the painting of Jungkook's naked back. Making Jimin's smile to drop.

"Isn't he... beautiful?" Jimin gulped out with a nervous snicker as Han turned to face him, standing infront of the naked painting of Jungkook's back.

"Yes. He is. Perfectly sexy, but this isn't the point, Butterfly. What is it between you and Sire...?" Han emphasizedly asked, having his arms crossed.

"What do you mean...? I don't know what you are talking about..." Jimin refused to make eye-contact with Han while standing up from the floor to pick up a random object which was a hairbrush from his vanity to be on his bed again.

"What is this?" Han harshly yanked the curtain away to reveal the next painting, with Sire's back. "I know you can not paint something you haven't seen. Was he naked infront of you? Its... were you fucking with him?!" Han asked being hyper all of the sudden and Jimin just clutched onto his pink silk pillow, hiding behind it. Making Han to sigh out his aggression as he kneeled down infront of Jimin.

"You can share it with me" Han assured and Jimin just blinked. "I know Sire is a little loose when it comes to modesty and he thinks cocks are so casual to display and they quite are but not into the environment Sire and I have been trying to give you since you were little" Han explained, politely. "Was he high on drugs? Was he drunk? Did he try to touch on the parts where it is a bad touch to touch?"

"Hana, I'm not a baby anymore" Jimin mumbled while looking away.

"You will always be a baby for me. What was happening... it's looking like a highway forest... and this painting is so magically disgusting" Han kept looking at those paintings as he kept asking.

"Hana, I told you I learned about Sex" Jimin replied.

"Yes. I didn't appreciate that either"

"So, I just imagined Sire and I... doing that" Jimin tried to clear.

"You can't paint something you haven't seen. I know you" Han emphasized.

"I just imagined him naked. He is beautiful and I like to paint him... I wondered how he must look without clothes and I did imagine him" Jimin explained.

"No. this has gone too far... I knew that Jihyun was going to put bullshit into your brain. Are you really sexually attracted to Sire? To the Lord Sire? How could you, baby? That's wrong"

"I just imagined him, Hana"

"You didn't..."

"I did!"

"If you did then how did you know he has a mole here?!" Han demanded pointing at the painting's naked toned hips and Jimin just froze with his wide eyes.

"I-I-I can explain..." Jimin managed to uttur but then paused. "Wait... how did you know he has a mole here?" Jimin demanded instead with a raised suspicious eyebrow and Han just opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but the words didn't come out.

And, Jimin gasped while standing up from his bed. "I must have known it. First my dad, now you! How many people he has been into?!" Jimin complained while poking Han's chest with his index finger.

"What?"

"He was into my dad"

"Who? Sire?"

"Yes! And now you!" Jimin mentioned and Han snickered while holding the bridge of his nose.

"Sire shouldn't see these paintings, Jimin... Act as much as you want. I'm waiting downstairs. Paint this wall vacant or else my upbringing will get at stake by Sire" Han added while walking away.

"You are molding the conversation, Hana... wait... It took me a whole month to paint them. I won't remove them" Jimin determinedly added.

"You want me to bring Sire and make him see them?" Han paused from leaving to threaten and Jimin just stopped fussing. "Call him? Huh? Let's call him" Han asked again and Jimin just huffed while abruptly picking up a paint bucket tiredly, rolling his eyes. "Good. And, your dad is only mine" Han noted while walking away and Jimin just watched him go with an irritated unamused face. "Finish the wall and then get ready for the ball"

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Han casually jogged into his house by Sire's backyard. As he entered, somebody harshly slammed closed his house's door from the outside.

"Who the fuck is it?" Han knocked on the black tinted glassed door with his fist, having a frown. As he heard the lock pad sound getting locked. Now he was locked inside.

"Apologies, Henchman. Sire have ordered to lock you up. This door won't open until midnight" Was all Han heard a man's voice from the other side of the door.

"What's at midnight? Am I fucking Cinderella or what?" Han complained.

"It's Sire's marriage"

"What? And why I don't know anything about it? Am I still Sire's hands or not?"

"You are, Henchman Han. But he knows you have become more of a nanny than a Henchman. He can't trust you when it comes to Butterfly"

"Of course, what he is doing is a sin. He is already married to Butterfly even if it's halfway. There must be someone to handle the Butterfly. He will set fire to the whole house..." Han stated.

"Sire will deal with him himself. Tonight, he doesn't want you to interfere" The man on the other side of the door replied and Han just sighed while turning around to face his living room.

"Ah!" Han got startled as he found two girls wearing their sparkling revealing clothes, giggling while being on his living room couches."There are two cockroaches in my house!" Han screamed while hitting the door of his house, being all panicked.

"They are gifts from Sire to keep you entertained till then" The man standing out replied.

"But doesn't Sire know I'm no longer Bi? I'm gay" Han complained.

"Sire said you are an animal and would fuck whatever, at least I picked girls. Enjoy your threesome!" Han heard the man's reply and just blinked at those girls with a gulp while those ladies just seducingly looked back at Han.

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Jimin, being in an all black sparkling beautiful outfit and was jogging out of his bedroom corridor happily to attend the ball when a familiar woman caught her attention.

Jimin paused and she just turned to look at him.

Hee-Mun. Jimin remembered her. The candidate Mrs. Jeon once introduced to Jungkook for marriage.

"What are you doing on my floor? How did you get here?" Jimin's expressions and voice got filled with hatred already. "Don't you know, no one is allowed to step in here"

"Oh, Sire had called my father and I and... the beauty of this floor attracted my attention" She faked a smile at Jimin who tried to ignore her and walk away.

"I had heard Sire keeps a beauty in a cage on the most beautiful corridor under his mansion, indeed he keeps you all drenched in diamonds and gold" she looked towards Jimin's bedroom door that had his cage door opened wide with roses tucked on it. And, then looked at Jimin's beautiful sparkling black diamonds drenched choker.

Jimin just paused but didn't say anything, neither turned to look back at her but just tried to walk away, ignoring her again and she just looked down at Jimin's bare foot drenched in black crystal chains all over with his anklet stating 'Sire's Butterfly'

"How shameful to be a fine man and carry your keepsaker's name on the foot" She abruptly added before Jimin could take a step away ahead.

Jimin paused, poking his inner cheek with his tongue like his Sire. Walking backwards to be infront of her again.

"The only thing I carry with my existence is my Sire's heart" Jimin sweetly replied. Faking the sweetness.

"I see... I was longing to hear you speak, just wanted to know what I have to face everyday in this house with my husband's paramour" She stated and Jimin frowned. Confused.

"Para... what? Sorry?"

"Guess you don't know... Madam Jane once insisted Sire to call my father here. Probably they must be done fixing the time of my marriage with Sire" She smiled proudly and Jimin brusted into a loud laugh.

"What? How pitiful..." Jimin took a moment to breathe. "Someone had to insist someone to marry you. Though, congratulations. Tell me how it went after marriage if you'll be able to have one" Jimin assured while sassily walking away, laughing a little still.

"Butterfly, then I must tell you tonight because Sire is marrying me tonight. Don't know why everyone is keeping this a secret from you. Looks like... you are going to attend the ball but don't know the reason behind it"

"Get under the rug, dirt. He is already married. To me" Jimin emphasized while rolling his eyes, walking away.

"Have he has ever took your blood under the Holy chamber? Because... if he hasn't yet then... things can get complicated for you once he will take mine. You no longer will have the title of Sire's Bride" She replied sweetly and Jimin just looked at her.

"Hee-mun," An older man's voice distracted the two and they saw Hee-mun's father standing on the ground floor.

"Yes, Papa?" She smiled to the man.

"What are you doing up there. No one is allowed upstairs. Let's go home. Sire have ordered us to go back home, the wedding ceremony is at midnight. Brides don't attend balls before marriage in Jeon Family" The old man announced to her and Jimin just looked at him with a frown.

"Sure," She assured. "Have a beautiful evening, Butterfly" She bowed sarcastically to Jimin as she walked passed but then paused only to whisper; "Sire's Bride and his Paramours never get along well according to the history. Ask Madam Jane if you doubt me... I'm going to make your life a living hell. Best of luck, Lord Sire's whore"

With that she walked away, making Jimin to keep staring at the floor with his now teary eyes. Panting a little as he clutched onto the staircase's fancy railing. Trying to fight his tears back. Finally learning the meaning of Paramour as he was left alone on the floor.

Jimin's POV

I could run away from my marriage but how could I run away from these feelings I suffer every single day in this house. What did I do wrong? I gave him everything. My heart. My soul. My body... and, at the end I always end up with nothing but tears. Always. Tears. The more you know, the more you understand my story.

Hey, there, My name is Jimin, as beautiful as it sounds, I am the most prettiest twenty-years old boy ever existed in this universe, that's what 'My Sire' tells me and I want to share my peculiar story with you all, let's begin, shall we?

I was wearing a beautiful black sparkling off-shoulder cropped top with matching pants with white gemstones at the hem, my backless top having a few strings of fabric revealing a huge 'Vicious Black Dragon' tattooed, covering my back.

A beautiful black and clear diamonds' choker around my neck with my blonde hair parted from the side. My honey brown eyes had a thin black winked liner sparkling black glitter. Glistening with tears.

I walked into a beautiful hall with dark black walls with dark maroon hues of light, filled with people couple dancing while having their creepy monstrous animals' looking face-masks on. A romantic chaos also known as 'the ball'.

They all began to make way for me and bow as I walked passed them towards that 'man'.

That taller man, looking in his early thirties, with his beautiful sharp doe eyes, tough, masculine body, his jet black hair parted, broad nose like a fine man, sexy lips, a mole underneath and adorable bunny smile but that's rare.

He just stare back at me with a dark gaze, seated on that black leather couches in a black dress shirt and pants, his dress shirt open enough to reveal his whole chest. Talking to another man who was kneeled down infront of him.

Nobody could sit on the same or higher place as him.

I picked a pink rose nearby from the bar as I walked closer to 'Him' and casually sat on his lap.

Tucking the rose on his ear, I situated my legs onto his other thigh as well, crossing my legs onto another comfortably, my beautiful bare feet covered with slender black crystals' chains all around my toes to my anklets, was too closer to that other kneeled down man's face but he didn't dare to back away.

I leaned my side face into 'His' neck and he began brushing my blonde hair with his black painted nails, holding his drink from another as he talked to that kneeled down man.

I softly pecked the rose I had tucked on his ear and leaned down to bit his earlobe. Still, didn't get 'his' attention.

I sunk my teeth more deeper with a whimper into his skin and he raised the glass of his drink to my red tinted lips.

I sipped on his drink but the taste was not appealing to me so, spit it out on his neck like a spoiled brat.

He glared at me with his sharp frown and I smiled at him as I watched him grabbing a napkin and wiping his neck down to his chest. Wiping the corner of my lips as well but with his thumb gently.

I just looked at his face from his eyes to his lips and leaned into towards his lips, caressing his chest down to his abdomen until he looked away.

I still looked at him with my fond eyes and left my weight backwards on the couch with my hips and legs still resting on his lap.

I smiled a teethy simper as I stretched myself on that couch, making my beautiful eyes to turn into Crescents as I scratch that black couch with my fingers slowly, like a maniac in love.

I rolled down from his lap to the floor in his feet, grabbing them and situating my face on his knee but he was too busy in his talk to care.

I slowly looked up at him, only to stand up on my feet.

Still, he was busy in his conversation until I raised my leg and situated my bare decorated foot on his shoulder.

He finally looked at me and tried to peck my foot placed on his shoulder while looking into my eyes but I just pushed his shoulder away harshly by my foot.

He just watched me as I giggled and backed away, running away playfully.

He ignored his talk with that kneeled-down man, and fixed his eyes on me. Watching me running around between those couple dancing all around me. But he sit up straight with a mad frown, looking uncomfortable in his seat when I broke a couple's dance to snatch that woman's man away to make him dance with me.

Having that pink rose tucked on his ear, 'he' watched me dance with another man, having a frown as if he was trying to control some sort of rage in him. As if he was so helpless to watch me dance with another man.

But as soon as I pulled that other man, who had a fancy scary rabbit face mask on, by his neck, closer to me, his head got shot with a splash of his blood all over my revealed shoulders and I flinched with a hitched breath at that loud gunshot.

But neither the music stopped nor anyone stopped their dance. I just looked at 'Him' and found him placing a silver gun down on the coffee table. His silver gun had a 'black dragon' printed all around.

He grabbed a napkin and a black fancy masquerade mask from the coffee table and untucked that pink rose from his ear, just to stand up from the couch. Making everyone on the hall to abruptly stop their dance and kneeled down before him except for me. Even that slow melodic music stopped.

Engulfing silence.

He wore that black creepy masquerade mask, covering half of his face as he approached me and I just panted, backing away with a gulp until he snaked his hand revealing his tattoos from his rolled up sleeve, around my waist, only to pull me harshly closer on him.

He tucked that rose on my ear and wiped that blood of another man, off from me as it was dirt from my revealed shoulder with the napkin and tried to rock me slowly in the couple dance by my waist but I refused to move with him.

I tried to push him away but he grabbed me by my face harshly, caressing my face but I looked away.

He snickered his bunny smile as he took the signal and backed off from me only to kneel down before me, extending his hand to me for a dance like a gentleman in that creepy black masquerade mask showing his smirk.

The whole hall room was kneeled down infront of me.

I just rolled my eyes but gave my hand to him anyways with a simper, making him to peck the back of it and stand up, looking into my eyes as he pulled me closer harshly, I just panted into his mouth as our noses were almost touching and I placed my hands on his shoulders.

The music began to echo the hall again.

He slowly rocked me into the dance while caressing my side face with the back of his hand down to my revealed shoulder as if I was made of glass. As if he was removing that other man's fingerprints off me. Caressing his cheek on mine and I smiled like an idiot as I enhaled his cologne from his neck.

"I love you, my Sire" I told him. Someone had to say that. I just wished he could understand what we had for each other was everything but nothing at all.

"I was made for you and you were sent for me from the skies, my Sire" I emphasized and he just looked at me and my teary eyes until I wrapped my arms around his neck as if there was no tomorrow, as if I was drunk in his existence, pressing my body onto his and he wrapped his arm around me tighter, twirling us around vigorously with his loud evil laugh, having his black devilish masquerade face mask on, as if it was what he wanted to hear.

I just fondly hear him laugh like a devil, being carried away under his embrace in our dance and twirling around in his arms on that bloodied fancy black rugged floor in the ball room where he had just shot a man who dared to touch me.

We were the only couple dancing in the hall, since nobody else could dare to stand or dance along with him.

He pulled me harshly closer by my waist only to dip me down and then brought me up, tightening his hold on my waist even more, making my chest to be packed on his.

"Am I your paramour?" I whispered to him, being in his embrace, slowly rocking.

"What is a paramour, Heart?" He asked me. He knew I didn't know the meaning.

"Just someone I shouldn't be" I played smart.

"Then, you are not" He was smarter.

"What am I to you then?" I asked, trying to hold back my tears.

"You are a beautiful world where I seek refuge whenever I feel like to" His words melt me like a mere ice cube under the sun. As he tried to kiss my neck. But, it was now or never.

"Jungkook..." I addressed him while getting away from his lips and his soft eyes for me changed into an unknown stare, as if I never knew those eyes. Staring deep in my soul.

"You know your Sire don't appreciate this, Love" He forced a smile, fixing my hair softly. I could feel my legs giving up on his touch as he caressed his fingers on my cheek. But, I should stand my ground. Was I a toy all of this life for him? Or was I really his everything? Or was I never his anything?

"But, you are my husband. I felt like to call you by your name" I for once-in-a-lifetime claimed what was mine all of these years.

And, I couldn't read him anymore. He didn't have any expressions. He just twirled me by my hand on the ball dance floor.

"When are we going to have a proper wedding ceremony? Not many people know that you are my husband" I kept talking, being twirled until he pulled me back by my waist, on his body.

"I have a beautiful present for you," He whispered, caressing the corner of my eye and I just looked into his eyes through that fancy masquerade mask.

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"Is it in my room?" Jimin asked, holding his Sire's hand when the man was leading the way.

Guiding Jimin into the boy's bedroom, walking in before Jimin who paused by the door. Leaving Jungkook's hand. Not getting into the room.

"Come on, boy, come here?" The Sire extended his hand towards Jimin who just looked at that open grill cage door of his room. Not getting in.

"Show me from here" Jimin whispered, faking a smile and Jungkook turned to look at him.

"You need to recall two important lessons I had made you learn, doll. A) Always come to Sire. B) Don't play smart with him" Jungkook whispered back and Jimin just backed away with his teary eyes as Jungkook slowly began walking closer to Jimin.

"How big of a deceit..." Jimin realized as he kept walking backwards.

"Life can get deceiving sometimes, Jimin" Jungkook added.

"No..." Jimin whispered as a tear rolled down his eye. "Please..." Jimin kept backing away.

"Come here, Jimin" Jungkook extended his hand to Jimin.

"No..." Jimin abruptly geared up to run away but Jungkook roughly grabbed him by his arm. "No!" Jimin screamed as Jungkook embraced him by his arm around Jimin's waist, dragging Jimin back inside the bedroom.

"Sire!" Jimin protested as Jungkook threw Jimin on the bed harshly.

Making the boy to fall over his stomach, trying to get up until Jungkook grabbed him by his hair and pinned him on the bed.

"No... You can't marry somebody else... you are my husband..." Jimin sobbed. His side face pinned on the bed as he felt Jungkook unwrapping his black crystal chain off his hand.

"If you want to remain my heart, you have to give this tiny sacrifice" Jungkook gritted out, being halfway kneeled on the bed. Grasping onto Jimin's hair to the bed by his one hand as he tucked his black crystal chain's hook on Jimin's anklet by his other hand.

"No... I won't sacrifice my marriage!" Jimin cried and Jungkook harshly wrapped the other end of the chain onto the bed's leg, locking it around it.

"That wasn't a question" Jungkook added, letting go of Jimin like a push only to stomp away.

"Sire! Sire!" Jimin screamed, getting up from the bed and abruptly running after Jungkook who harshly glided locked the grill cage door close on Jimin's bedroom entrance before Jimin could approach him. Locking Jimin inside.

While, the boy ended up falling infront of Jungkook on the rugged floor vigorously because of his foot chained to the bed.

"No..." Jimin shook his head, holding onto the grills of the cage, crying as he kneeled down infront of his Sire. "Don't do this to me!"

"I should have ended this fucking marriage long ago" Jungkook stated while trying to walk away but Jimin grabbed his ankle from those grills.

"Sire... Please... I promise, I will do everything for you... I can do everything for you. I won't escape from the house ever again... I will keep you happy. I will worship you like a slave... don't snatch yourself from me... I can't bear this. You are my husband... For all of my life I have only dreamed of you. Only lived for you. Only loved you..." Jimin cried, clutching onto the hem of Jungkook's dress pants along with the man's dress boot ankle.

Until, Jungkook crouched down to grab Jimin's shoulders with his both hands from the grill, roughly.

"Jimin!" Jungkook sharply yelled like a scold. "Enough!" He uttured with a mad glare and Jimin just gulped down his words into his throat, sobbing while trying to stay voiceless, looking at him with his tears drenched beautiful eyes.

"Shhh..." Jungkook placed his index finger on his own lips, threateningly, making Jimin to just place his own finger on his own lips as well, just like his Sire, voicelessly sobbing.

And, Jungkook just snatched himself from Jimin only to stood up straight and stomped away in his power walk.

Making Jimin to clutch onto his cage's door as he screamed out a cry. "Jungkook?!"

Crying his heart out, Jimin rested his head onto his cage's door. Being chained to the bed's frame by his foot's anklet.

Jungkook stomped out of Jimin's bedroom corridor to find Hoseok standing out with his head low and eyes teary.

"My Sire..." Hoseok called in a shaky nervous low voice as Jungkook walked passed him. Pausing the man's way. "I beg your pardon but... what if Butterfly tries to harm himself..." He kept his head low as he talked to the man.

Jimin's screams echoing the whole floor.

"I know he won't kill himself until he kills me or else he won't be able to have me in the skies either. And..." Jungkook started as he walked closer to Hoseok who lowered his gaze even more. "Remind me why I pay you" Jungkook added and Hoseok remained still.

"I said, remind me 'why' I pay you" Jungkook emphasized and Hoseok just gulped.

"T-To take care of the Butterfly..."

"Come again"

"To take care of the Butterfly, My Sire" Hoseok attentively replied this time.

"Good" With that Jungkook walked away, making Hoseok to just watch him go.

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Jungkook was fixing the prince collar of his black sparkling suit jacket, wearing no dress shirt inside but a black tanktop. Tucking the buttons of that fancy prince suit with his black painted nails.

A vicious Dragon embellished with diamonds covering the back of that suit over Jungkook's back right where his Wyvern tattoo was. Detailed as his tattoo with black and royal blue diamonds.

Standing infront of the full sized mirror into his bedroom. Staring at his own reflection into the mirror.

Jungkook then wandered his eyes over that mirror and hold that fancy black frame of it only to suddenly pull the whole thing harshly and push it onto the floor. Making the whole full sized mirror to crash onto the rugged floor with the loud sound of glass breaking.

"My Sire...?" A man abruptly walked in without asking for the permission to be in, looking perplexed, holding his gun on his waist holster, all alert.

"What?!" Jungkook yelled at him instead. "Am I a fucking fairy to get hurt even in my own bedroom?! Get the fuck out!" Jungkook raged. Making that man to abruptly bow and rush out of the room.

Jungkook kicked that thrown mirror on the floor and harshly slided all the decorative pieces from his dresser, making everything to fall and break on the floor.

Pushing his couch chair away as well as he roughly sunk into his bed, clutching onto his hair as he screamed his rage out.

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Jimin was sitting on the floor, having his head rested on his window sil, his eyes all puffy and glistening with tears. Watching the people arriving to be the guests of the wedding ceremony. His anklet chained to the bed.

Until, he looked back to the door of his bedroom only to find Mrs. Jeon standing outside of those locked grill bars. Looking all ready for the wedding, in an maroon evening tapered gown and her hair all made up.

She just kept looking at Jimin who did the same until she looked at her right and left and then abruptly bended down to slide a bunch of keys in, from the under of those cage fence, making the keys to glide on the rugged floor to Jimin who just looked down at them.

"The ceremony will start in an hour" She stated while taking off one of her rings from her fingers and sliding it in as well to Jimin. "Here, give this ring to the Lord of the Rite Hall. No priests, no any workers, don't even talk to anyone there. Look for the red door, the lord remains there. Brust into his room and wail like a pro actor you are. He loves beautiful faces with tears. And tell him that Jane wants one more last favor. He will understand. Take Jungkook's car, they wont stop you from coming in. Tell the Lord that your Wyvern is marrying someone else" She stated and Jimin just looked away back to the window.

"I can't... I can't go against my Pretty Sire..." Jimin whispered.

"The moment he will take in someone's blood, your marriage will no longer hold any worth to the Rite Hall"

"Leave me alone" Was all Jimin stated, expressionlessly.

"Sometimes we have to battle for what is right, Jimin"

"What have you suffered to give me this lecture? Your life has been perfect. You married the man you loved..."

"And then killed him" Mrs. Jeon completed Jimin's sentence, making to the boy to look at her.

"My husband... he had a really pretty face. But... I just wish his heart could be like his pretty face. I warned him many times but his soul was a cunning mess of filth and it remained the same until I separated the two and sent him to hell where he had belonged" She added.

"You had killed him? Does Sire knows about it? Sire thinks his uncles killed him?"

"No one knows about it. This was my first favor from the lord of the Rite Hall. So, that was my battle and I fought it. This is your battle, Jimin"

"Why you killed him?" Jimin asked with a frown.

"I was far into him as his woman but then I became a mother"

"You killed him because he gave you a child?"

"No, silly. I killed him because he tried to kill my child. Remove the chain off your foot, Jimin. Set yourself free"

"I can't take off this anklet. Only My Sire can" Jimin cut her off.

"That is just in your head. You can open the anklet yourself. You wear it yourself every single day, why can't you remove it now once he has chained you with it? That's what he has made you believe. Remove it"

"I can't... only my Sire can open it..." Jimin repeated like a robot.

"You aren't an animal. He can't cage you when he feels like" She hold onto Jimin's cage bars with a deep frown on her face. "Wake up from this delusion... he isn't the angel. He will marry that woman and you know what will happen next? He will keep coming back to you. Again and again and again. Every night he will ask for you to warm his bed and then you will officially be Sire's paramour. Stand up for your right! You are his spouse. Open the damn anklet and get off with this slavery!"

"No!" Jimin ended yelling back at her. "I can't! I'm his Butterfly! His Jimin! I can't go against my Sire. Leave me alone!" He screamed, emphasizedly looking back at her.

"Now... it is your choice. What you want to think of yourself, Sire's pet or Sire's Bride. If you want him as your husband, open the anklet. If you want him as your master, stay chained to it forever and watch him marry someone else for his morals but fuck you for his lust. It is your choice. Completely yours" With that Mrs. Jeon walked away.

Jimin just hugged himself and started panting as his eyes escaped tears as he kept looking down at those keys thrown beside him.

And, then looking up at the painting of his Sire's portrait painted on the wall. The wall had giant strokes of white paint beside his Sire's portrait instead of those erotic paintings Jimin had painted.

Jimin just panted as he remained still, staring at his Sire's portrait, until Jimin's eyes turned into a determined glare.

And, with a single harsh stroke of his finger, he opened his anklet. Making Jungkook's black crystal chain to fell on the ground, off from Jimin's ankle.

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