Jungkook opened his eyes sharply. He didn't know what had brought him out of sleep, but lately he has often had trouble sleeping, so he didn't care. He blinked his heavy eyelids several times to get his eyes used to the twilight that surrounded him, and then slowly sat down on the bed. As soon as he raised his head, he felt an unbearable throb in his temples. He was overdoing partying again. He could still feel the noise of alcohol in his head and the taste of tobacco in his mouth. He looked around, trying to find out where he was. The room was shrouded in darkness, but one was sure he had never been here before. 

What was he actually doing here? 

He slightly lifted the sheet that wrapped his legs and saw that he was completely naked. He looked quickly at the other half of the bed. A small girl was lying next to him. Her shapely body was covered only by a scrap of sheets they shared. He moved his exploring look on her face with interest. She was young, she could be twenty or more years old, she had a pretty face and big full lips. Last night was kind of a blur to him. He vaguely remembered  kissing her in the staircase to her apartment... 

Yes. He remembered now. 

They met at the Lush club yesterday. They both partied hard yesterday, which ended in a crazy ride on Jungkook's motorcycle to the girl's apartment and passionate sex almost until dawn. It is a pity that he did not even remember her name... But maybe it was better this way? One of the basic lessons he received from his family is not to engage in any closer relationships. It was better for them and for him. Therefore, he was alone all the time, cutting off all relationships as soon as any trace of attachment appeared. He was alone and it was for the best. 

Without thinking, he got out of bed, carefully not to wake up the girl by accident. The last thing he needed now was an awkward conversation and lying to her that he would call. He never called. He looked around the room again for his clothes. After a while he found his black, torn jeans and a black T-shirt on the floor near the bed. He walked around the room searching for his boxers for a short time, but eventually folded. Not wanting to waste any more time, he simply pulled his pants over his naked body. He quickly put on motorcycle boots and pulled the black T-shirt over his head, ruffling his short, raven hair. He found his black leather jacket under the door and quickly threw it over athletic shoulders, while checking that all necessary things were still in his pockets. He reached out his hand to the door, trying to open it as quietly as possible, but these did not yield.

- Shit - he cursed softly under his breath.

The girl had to lock them, but he could not see her keys anywhere, and he did not intend to wake her. Without thinking for a long time, he went to the window next to the bed. He opened it harder and stuck his head out. As expected, the building was equipped with fire escapes.

Nice, Kookie. Not only that you sneak out at night so that you don't have to talk to her when she wakes up, you also run out of the window like a criminal , he thought and walked out the window onto the scaffolding without hesitation.

He climbed the stairs in a flash and jumped down onto the pavement at the back of the block. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he guessed by the color of the sky that it would be dawn soon.

I have to get out of here quickly, he thought.

The fewer witnesses the better. He always followed this rule. With a swift movement he took a packet of cigarettes from his jacket and tucked one between his lips. He set it on fire and took a drag. He looked around the alley for the place where he parked his motorcycle. All it took was a few moments, and he saw his baby. He peered around the bodywork curiously for damage or abrasion, but luckily he found nothing. Sighing with relief, he sat on the saddle. His head began to pulse again. He was almost certain that the level of alcohol in his blood was still too high, but it certainly was better than when he took the girl to her home yesterday. As a rule, he had a strong head and could drink a lot, but recently he has had a worse period. Since his uncle died, he sailed a little. He knew that he must finally embrace and return to regular duties.

But not today... he thought and slipped the helmet on his head, at the same time starting the engine and started with a squeal of tires, leaving behind only a pile of dust.

***

When Jungkook arrived at his workshop, the sun was already up for good. He stopped at the back of the building and dismounted. He quickly removed his helmet and tucked it under his right armpit. He walked slowly towards two mechanics who were examining an old, almost historic car. He raised a hand in greeting without saying anything and headed for the main building. He saw Suran in front of the entrance. 

At first, he thought that the girl was standing alone and was about to approach her, but he noticed that a tall, slim boy was standing next to her, so he stopped not wanting to interrupt their conversation. The stranger stood with his back to him. Jungkook couldn't see his face, but something about him aroused his interest. He stopped and leaned against the wall of the building. He took a packet of cigarettes from his jacket and pulled one cigarette out with his lips. He lit a lighter and put the end of the cigarette into the fire. He took a drag quickly and looked back at Suran and the stranger. 

The boy was tall, probably taller than him, just like him he was all dressed in black. A leather jacket rested on broad shoulders, a helmet in his left hand. He had a red bandana on his head, and his longer blond hair slightly wavy in the wind, covering his face. There was a motorcycle on the boy's right. It was beautiful. The one he always dreamed of, but never could have. The boy said something, but Jungkook was too far away to be able to hear what. The girl laughed out loud. Her laughter was sincere and so beautiful that Jungkook felt a slight pang of jealousy. He never made her laugh so much. Suran slipped a small note into the boy's hand and still giggled walking towards Jungkook. When their eyes met for a moment, a flush crept over the girl's cheeks. Jungkook pointed at the stranger.

- Who is this? - he asked briefly. 

His voice sounded a little sharper than he had planned. Suran instinctively looked back.

- Let's hope the father of my children - she said with a big smile. Jungkook rolled his eyes. - I really don't know. A customer. He introduced himself as V. He came to buy some parts for his motorcycle. He said that not everything works as smoothly as he would like - she added after a moment.

V? What kind of name is that? he thought.

- He didn't want us to see his motorcycle? - he asked, still not taking his eyes from the blond.

- No. He said his hands were so agile that he would definitely handle it... - the girl replied. 

A big smile appeared on her lips again, and her cheeks blushed automatically. Jungkook looked at her in surprise and raised his right eyebrow questioningly.

- I don't doubt that... - he said and snorted in disgust.

- I just quote.

Suran raised both hands in a defensive gesture and laughed charmingly, still not taking her eyes from the stranger.

- I don't like this guy - Jungkook murmured, watching as the stranger walks around his motorcycle, looking at it curiously. Suran giggled again.

- Haven't you noticed that you look like you have the same stylist? You are almost like twins.

- Then you should avoid him even more - dark-haired boy replied with a feisty smile.

- Don't you wish me well? - she asked suddenly. - See what an eye candy he is...

Jungkook enlisted again and squinted his dark eyes as the stranger got on his motorcycle. The blond was still with his back to him, thus preventing him from seeing his face, but he had to admit that his figure was impressive. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Even through his clothes, it was obvious that his body must be athletic, and although he would not admit it out loud, there was something intriguing about him.

- All in all, I don't even know what he looks like... All I saw was his back - he replied quickly, slightly confused that he could not take his eyes from the stranger.

- His "back" is not bad either - the girl giggled, looking at the stranger's ass. 

The blond man with a quick movement of his hand brushed the long fringe from his eyes and slipped the helmet. Before he did that, Jungkook had the impression that he saw his lips rise in a feisty smile, as if the boy could hear what they were talking about. However, before this thought settled in his head for good, the stranger started the engine and drove away at excessive speed.

- It's good that his "back" has already gone - Jungkook said, eyeing Suran with pugnacious eyes. The girl elbowed him in the side.

- He asked for my phone number, so maybe you'll see him again - she replied with a smile and stuck her tongue like a small child. The boy laughed briefly.

- I think, however, I would prefer that he would not come back here... - he murmured, still looking after the motorcycle, which was now visible as a small dot on the horizon.

- And speaking of returns... Have you just returned? - Suran asked suspiciously, eyeing Jungkook. 

The boy casually ran his fingers through his long fringe and gave the girl a slightly confused look.

"Do I look so bad?" he asked. 

Suran measured him from head to toe.

"Kook, you are wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Hair in disarray, as if you just got out of bed... In addition, you smell of whiskey, women's perfumes and... sex... - With that she made a disgusted face. Jungkook laughed out loud.

- Okay. I understood. In that case, I'm going to take a shower and pull myself together a bit - saying this, he started towards the building entrance.

As he stepped inside, he heard Suran shouting at him that he would have a client in an hour. And that's all from his plan to sleep off the previous night... Jungkook walked past the office and started up the stairs, climbing a few steps at a time. When he opened the door, he was welcomed by pleasant warmth and the first rays of sun reaching the attic through a large, slightly dusty window. It was his home since he was five years old. He settled here with his uncle after the death of his mother. His uncle occupied a small room near the office downstairs, letting him have the attic for himself. His uncle was not ready to become a father, it was hard, especially when Jungkook entered adolescence, he took a toll on his uncle. He would leave classes, get into flights, he did it all but his uncle was always there. 

Ever since Jungkook turned five, it's always been them. And now? He was left alone... And he is responsible for this... 

He shook his head, chasing away bad memories. Without delay, he took off his jacket and tossed it on the bed. Walking towards the bathroom, he pulled the shirt over his head and quickly slid his pants, leaving them on the floor near the bathroom. Naked, he slipped into the shower cubicle and turned on the water, letting the warm stream wash away the events of the last days.

***

Suran climbed the stairs quickly and knocked on the locked door.

- Jungkook! - she called out and waited a moment, once again tapping her fingers on the wooden finish. 

No answer. 

She knew well that the door was definitely not closed, but she preferred not to have to go inside without an invitation. She had known him for almost 4 years, but she did not feel comfortable entering his room. She was open and trouble-free to most people, but Jungkook could always intimidate her. Her heart always beat faster whenever they were alone. Sometimes she was afraid that she might do something stupid that would spoil their relationship. Not that she never tried to approach him... 

When Suran started working in Jungkook's uncle workshop four years ago, she immediately liked him. He was nineteen then, and she had just turned eighteen. Despite his young age, he was definitely more mature than his peers. He was quite secretive, didn't talk much about himself, but there was something about him that attracted and fascinated her at the same time, and he was very handsome. 

After a few months of acquaintance, they found themselves by chance at the same party, and then Suran dared and kissed him. Until now, she remembered the taste of his lips. And until now she remembered how the boy pulled away from her gently and said that he did not want to bond with anyone... And so it was. All these years the boy was still alone. 

Of course, Suran knew that Jungkook had fleeting affairs, but they all ended up after a few meetings. She didn't quite know and understood why the boy did it. Why did he cut himself off and why he built such a wall around, but she couldn't break through it. And she had serious doubts about whether there would be someone who could do it. So she had to be content with being his friend.

- Jungkook! - she called again, but when she didn't get any response this time, she slowly pressed the door handle and opened the door. 

There was a pleasant dusk in the attic. She looked around for a boy and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Suran looked at the incoming sound and Jungkook appeared in her eyes. The boy stood on the threshold of the bathroom and wiped his wet hair with a towel that he was holding in both hands. The girl's eyes involuntarily moved to his bare chest. His body was really impressive. 

The boy was tall, he was about 1.80 tall, slim, but very athletic. His arms were broad and muscular, his body slender, his hips narrow, his stomach unbelievably flat, with clearly defined muscles. His body here and there was glistening with drops of water, a white towel hung on the narrow hips, which further emphasized the strongly outlined hip bones that joined together in a sexy V shape. Suran felt her cheeks burn from this view, so she cleared her throat quickly for the boy to noticed her.

- Umm... Jungkook... - she started uncertainly. 

The boy looked at her in surprise.

- Oh Suran. I didn't know you were here... - he said and began to wipe his hair again with a towel while heading towards the bed.

- I knocked, but you don't seem to have heard. Wooyoung has already arrived. He is waiting for you.

- O-okay. Give me 5 minutes. I will get dressed and come down to you soon.

At these words Suran nodded and hurried out of the attic, leaving Jungkook alone.

***

- Okay, That's it - Jungkook said suddenly, leaning out from under the car bonnet. A sincere smile appeared on his lips. - Now it should be whirling like before... - he continued, looking at Mr. Kim and Suran standing next to him. 

He looked again at the car and tightened the last screw. His hands were all grease, but he loved it. He loved cars and motorbikes since he was a child. He remembered coming to his uncle's workshop and watching him repair the cars. At the age of six or seven he was already good at all keys and other tools used by his uncle. Then he began to work with him himself and without bragging too much, he was probably even better than him. The student surpassed the master. His uncle also said that. Jungkook brushed the bangs out of his eyes with the back of his hand, leaving a light trace of grease on his handsome face. He folded the mask support and closed it securely. He grabbed the cloth at his feet and began wiping his hands on it.  

- It's good that you came to us with that. If you didn't fix it in time, it could be really dangerous - he explained, approaching the interlocutor slowly.

- Thank you, Jungkook - the man said. Suddenly a grimace of pain crossed his face. - And I wanted to tell you that I'm very sorry about your uncle... I wanted to be at the funeral, but only yesterday I came back from the delegation. He was such a good man...

When Wooyoung said these words, the dark-haired man felt his throat tighten. His uncle's funeral took place only a few days ago. It all seemed so unreal. Jungkook had a lump in his throat and couldn't say a word. So he nodded his thanks.

- I still can't believe it - Mr. Kim continued. - How is it possible that someone who loved cars and dealt with them all their lives could just die in a car accident?

Jungkook felt his chest tighten. He lacked air. Car accident... That's what he told everyone, but only he really knew what happened to his uncle. 

As long as he remembers his life has never been ordinary. He was not ordinary. From an early age he showed unusual abilities. He was stronger and faster than his peers, had better reflexes and was definitely more perceptive. Instead of helping him, however, these traits quickly made him treated like a freak, so he began to cut himself off from other kids. His home was never ordinary either. His mother died when he was only five years old, he never knew his father, and yet he hated the bastard with all his heart. And he knew that if he ever met him... He would kill him with his bare hands... 

After his mother's death, he lived with his uncle who ran his car workshop during the day. Already at the age of only a few years he realized that this was not the only occupation of his uncle... He remembered it like it was yesterday, how his uncle put him on the mask of his old Pickup and told him that what he saw in the vampire movies is real... 

Yes, vampires really do exist. And his uncle knew what to do to remove them from this land. His uncle was a hunter. He hated vampires and knew their true nature. Real vampires didn't shine in the sun like Edward, they didn't feed on the blood of animals. They were all fairy tales. Real vampires were bad to the bone and unbelievably cruel, and Jungkook's uncle knew how to stop them and passed his knowledge to him. 

From an early age Jungkook trained various melee techniques, his uncle taught him how to defend against them and - most importantly - how to kill them. The raven haired boy was really good at it. That unlucky night his uncle was killed, was not an accident at all. That night Jungkook made his biggest mistake and couldn't stop thinking about it ever since. His uncle was still hurling him for training, he claimed that if Jungkook tried harder and exercised more he would be perfect at it, but sometimes he just wanted to be a normal boy, not a hunter. 

That night they had a very serious argument, which ended in Jungkook leaving the house as he stood and running away on his motorcycle without even looking at the uncle standing in the workshop and shouting for him to stay. If only he could turn back time, he would have stayed... Maybe then his uncle wouldn't go hunting alone. 

Later that night, Jungkook received a call from his uncle, surprised that the man was calling him in the middle of the night. To this day, he remembers his trembling voice calling for help. He ran out of the bar as if scalded and, regardless of the alcohol in his blood, jumped on his motorcycle. Along the way, he probably broke all existing traffic regulations, but nevertheless he arrived too late. When he reached there, he found his uncle lying on the pavement in a pool of blood. He was barely conscious. All he could say was "Jungkook, you are here..." and then nothing... 

His uncle went alone on a mission and met a stronger opponent. Jungkook couldn't get rid of the thought that if he went with him, his uncle would still be alive... Later he put his uncle's body in one of the old cars from their workshop and faked a car accident. Then for several days he searched for a vampire who deprived him of his last family member. When he found him, he had no mercy...

***