"Jin ?!"

Lying in the pool of his own blood, the lifeless figure was surrounded by much liquid tainted with the hues of the darkest crimson.

His eyes shut, breathing shallow.

The usual red colour off his cheeks slowly transformed from bright to pale, threatening to fade as the seconds passed.

Hair messy, cheeks red, knuckles knocked.

He depicted himself as someone who lost by an overpowered being. As of me, I felt completely dead, inside out.

My knees stopped supporting as they brushed off the door, colliding next to his stationery self. Skipping beats and breaths wasn't enough as he slowly whimpered out a moan dripping with shrill, pain.

The neck of his marked by two bites, probably through which the blood flowed. He was alive. Still. Yet. Therefore, losing hope wasn't an option.

Though my mind had stopped functioning completely after being introduced to his desperate state, somehow I managed to run out of the room.

Banging the door with the loudest thud, my eyes travelled to the farthest corners begging for help to no one particularly.

Signs of life felt lost. Like sand flowing out admist the gaps between fingers.

Jimin, who still hadn't gone that far, stood by the elevator silently. He portrayed himself as the only saviour in this moment of crisis.

His presence alone ignited some sort of hope in the crushed mindset of mine. I couldn't afford to loose Jin at any cost. He wasn't a part of this shit so he shouldn't be suffering the consequences.

Ambulance ? What a joke.

Stating the reason to save someone who had been attacked by a bunch of rageful vampires might sound too clichè for their being. They'll most probably consider the call given out by some horny teenagers playing a drunken prank in the middle of the night.

So Jimin it was. Maybe the only person who knew how to deal with this dangerous game of life and death. My only hope. So I shrieked, calling him by his name.

The look of overwhemled shocked emotions painted upon my face like an abstract canvas was enough for him to come rushing. His footsteps echoing through the long halls as the speed increased. 

"What happene-?!" Jimin's question hung around in mid air as my index finger feebly pointed towards the horror of the scene caused. He was rather speechless.

But unlike me being so shocked as to unable to process things, he  quickly stooped down. Holding the grip on the veins popping out of Jin's fine neckbones, he checked his pulse.

I was too shocked to even acknowledge the sight in front, let alone believe it. Dragging Jin into this brutal game of life and death wasn't something I'd planned on doing ever.

But now him suffering due to my stupidity only made me hate myself even more. My breath choked on thin air as silent tears had already covered my cheeks since who knew when.

Jimin's sorrowful eyes said it all as he silently sighed a sullen heave. His eyes never moved from a particular spot down the floor.

"So..." My voice cracked as it couldn't be contained. I somehow managed to breathe again before continuing. "What should we do now ?"

Tone dripping with pure devastation, the last pieces of hope seemed to be demolishing. "I am sorry Y/N, it's too late now." His fingers intertwined with mine before coughing a soft sob.

"No..." I shook off my hand from his grip before crouching down lower onto the floor beside him. My fingers restrainfully cupped his soft cheek, the touch of his turning ice cold as time passed.

"Do something. Any fucking thing. Don't let him die." Droplets of boundless tears rolled downwards onto his lips, which once used to be plump, now being swollen with signs of red.

I'd faced many entities covered with dread before. Everything happening around in my life seemed so shit, I'd been completely sure that now, nothing possibly could be worse.

Oh boy those weren't even close.

I very well knew I'd to stay strong. But this state of his totally broke me, making sure to leave a long term effect on my personality forever.

My skirt now wet, not with tears but blood. Mouth dehydrated with a conscience without will. Being the reason of someone's death could and would be the most petrifying thought in ones life.

Especially when that someone was so close. So caring. So loved. The truth untold was becoming simpler. Fear was evident but if Jin died so did I.

"Jimin...?" Now the stuttering wasn't even audible but when the man didn't give any response, I knew it was the end.

"Uhh Jimin ?" I looked around but he wasn't there. This bastard really left me alone here ?!

Just as my thoughts rushed, so did two pairs of footsteps. "Okay there is only one thing we can do to save him probably." Jimin suddenly appeared out of no where again as I stood confused with the dying man in my lap.

"And that is ?" The question relentlessly rolled down my tongue as pure fear of him losing had already overpowered my senses. I brushed off a few strands of hair from his face, remembering the number of infinite times he would call himself handsome.

"I went to get help. Get him in my car. Now!" Two of the apartment guards whom I'd never seen in my life before emerged from behind the door and took hold of Jin's falling figure.

I wasn't even sure if he was still alive or not. But I surely wasn't going to stop it from not being the opposite. I  chose to trust Jimin blindly for what he was going to do because I knew I wasn't one bit better.

We ran down the stairs with dripping blood across the path following. But that was the least concern for sure.

Before we knew it, the guards had already left our side with many notes of tens of thousands of Won in their hands. Jimin really was going all out. For me.

Damn.

Before we knew it, Jin was settled carefully at the back seat beside whom I sat as Jimin sped the car at its highest speed along the lonely roads.

Jin whimpered occasionally at the sides and I rubbed his hands for some sort of comfort. I was tensed with pain but weakening my already broken willpower couldn't be of any help.

"Taehyung. I can't explain right now. Yeah. Will see you in 5. Tag Jungkook along. Kay then."

And then the office which seemed miles away arrived in literally 5 minutes as two known curious figures lingered around at the entrance.

Wait, why are we at the office ?!

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As Jin's heaving body laid in front of the big ass bed of Jimin, the bedsheets were already soaking spots of red in all directions.

A rather calm yet curious Taehyung stood with an anxious Jungkook right beside me in his bedroom. Who knew that the 68th floor of this office belonged to Park Jimin and that he had a whole mansion in there as well.

"Guys we don't have much time here ?" I tried not to stutter but it seemed like the hardest thing to do. My grip on Jin's hand never left but I was afraid he was going to soon leave me behind forever.

"Y/N. I request you to leave." Taehyung nonchalantly yet formally commanded while Jungkook just seemed so angry in some sorts. Rage emitting through his anxious self. His feet constantly tapping a rhythm portraying irritation.

"What-Why ?! No, I ain't doing that!" I fought back holding him tight. Maybe the control over my senses was lost because I was pretty sure i shrieked it right into Taehyung's mouth.

Jimin sighed deeply before rounding up towards my side, handling me a glass of water. His fingers softly brushed with mine as he cupped my face before whispering directly in my ears.

"Dear, then I'm hoping that you handle blood well...

...cause we are turning him into a vampire."

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