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CHAPTER TWELVE
• ʜᴇʀᴇ •

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"Can you slow down? That's the seventh body you've drained the blood out of today. The fifty-sixth body in the past three days."

"I overfeed when I'm anxious, Adona, and I'm anxious because you still haven't told me why after two fucking centuries you suddenly wake me up." Ila retorts, dropping the dead body on the floor.

"Did you honestly forget?"

Ila narrows her eyes at her, "I've been desiccated for two hundred years. Of course I forgot."

"I don't think you did, Ila," Adona sits back on the cushioned chair. "I think you know exactly why I woke you, but you don't wanna say it."

Ila stays quiet.

"Two hundred years ago you were so heartbroken Jimin rejected you, so you told me to stick a dagger through your heart and wake you when Jimin has moved on and found someone new," Adona recalls and she sees how Ila tenses. "He even tore up your photograph, but don't worry, I put it back together."

Ila's eyes turn red as veins protrude on her face, a sign of vexation, "Who's the bitch?"

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The last thing you thought would happen was that a shirtless Hoseok would open the door, but here you were, staring at his perfectly sculpted abs.

"Eyes are up here, doll," Hoseok smirks smugly.

You blink a couple of times then look up at him, "Sorry."

"No worries. You have to admire the art, am I right? But no touching," His teeth tug at his bottom lip. "Unless you want to."

"Hoseok," Jimin's voice is heard behind him and he soon comes into view. "Don't flirt with my girl."

"She was the one looking at me," He exposes and you look over at Jimin who clenches his jaw. "Anyway, I have a baby boy to cuddle. I think I might've been too rough on him last night." Hoseok says before heading down the hall.

When he fully disappears you try to say something, but Jimin stops you by pulling your arm, leading you upstairs. Once inside his bedroom, he slams the door shut and turns to you.

"Glad to know you were making googly eyes at Hoseok."

"Look, I'm sorry... wait. You know what? I'm not."

Jimin cocks an eyebrow.

"You ghosted me, Jimin. You haven't spoken to me in three days. You haven't even answered my calls or my messages," You shove him. "That's such a dick move. What? Are you tired of me already?"

You try to shove him again, but this time his hands wrap around your wrists before you can.

"Don't entice me now, Y/N. I stopped myself last time, but I don't think I can this time."

Your eyes travel to his plump lips then back to his eyes, "What if I don't want you to?"

Jimin smirks before pulling you into a heated kiss. He walks forward, making you walk back until the back of your legs hit the bed. You fall on the mattress and pull yourself up the bed, Jimin crawling to you.

He leans down, capturing your lips with his again. Boldly, you grab the bottom of Jimin's T-shirt and pull it over his head, his abs coming into view.

"Better than Hoseok's?" Jimin teases and you softly push him making him chuckle.

"I only want you, Jimin. Nobody else," Your hand reaches up to his face, caressing his cheek. "After all, I am your girl, right?" You tease back.

A gentle smile appears on Jimin's lips and he leans down to passionately kiss you. As his lips trace down your jaw and neck, he starts to unbutton your jeans.

The loud thumping coming from your chest worries him and he pulls away.

"You okay?"

You nod slowly, "Just nervous."

"I'm not going to hurt you," He places a single kiss on your lips. "I would never hurt you."

You smile and grab his nape, pulling him down to kiss him again. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and Jungkook comes in, immediately turning around.

"Woah! Guys!"

Jimin gets off of you and you stand up, buttoning up your jeans.

"Kook! Learn how to fucking knock!" The older scolds.

"I'm sorry!"

Jimin gets up and grabs his shirt from the floor, slipping it on, "What do you want?"

"We need to talk to you." He replies, back still towards the two of you.

"About?"

"Um..." Jungkook trails off and Jimin gets the point.

"Tell them I'll be down in a sec."

"Okay." He responds, quickly leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Jimin turns to you, "I'm sorry–"

"It's fine." You give him a small smile.

"I really wanted to–"

"Me too," You finish his sentence and he smiles. "I should get going though."

Jimin nods and you grab your bag, the two of you heading downstairs. He walks you out all the way to your car and opens the door for you.

"Don't ghost me anymore please."

"I won't. I'm sorry about that. I'll make it up to you." Jimin leans down to kiss you.

When you pull away, you get into the car and drive off. Jimin makes his way back inside and into the living room where everyone is.

"Wow. You were about to get laid by your new girl when your old girl is on the loose?" Yoongi comments as he chuckles. "Ruthless."

Jimin shoots Jungkook a glare and he looks down nervously. He quickly changes the conversation.

"Who's this?" Jimin questions, looking at the girl who sits on the floor with a map spread out on the coffee table in front of her.

"This is Mecca," Jin answers. "She's a witch and is going to help us find Ila."

"Oh."

"Where did you say her tomb is?" Mecca asks Gyuri.

"In Manila."

Mecca nods and grabs the sharp knife from the table. She slices her palm and hovers it over the Philippines, dropping her blood on it.

She takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes before starting to chant words in Latin. Everyone watches as the blood gathers together then moves from the Philippines to another place.

Suddenly, Mecca gasps loudly and opens her eyes. She stares at the map then looks up at Jimin, her eyes glossy.

"She's here."

"Here?" Taehyung inquires, scared but happy at the same time. "Here where?"

"In Seoul."

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