JIN POV:

As I turn to speak to Yoongi from over Kookie's shoulder, there's a brief second where our eyes meet and just like that the current surroundings melt away and fades into a black night, the sound of cars and traffic and din heavy on my ears. I spin around trying to figure out where I am, to place myself on even footing- prophecies don't come without reason.

The sky is starless, and there's a tangible sense of panic and fear shattering through the air- I'm standing at the foot of an alleyway, not too far from the busier streets lined with restaurants and cafes and it's when I hear a pained gurgled sound I turn.

My body propels me forward without guidance, knees coming to crash against the ground with a force that threatens to shatter bones. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight even if all I want to do is scour them out, burn the sight from memory.

Yoongi is drenched in blood, skin coated with it so liberally that his milky skin can't be seen from under it, clothes soaked in it, hanging heavily on his frame from the weight of it. And on his lap, staring up to the starless sky is (Y/N). Yoongi is staring at her with shock, mouth agape and fangs out. Holding her but not reacting. Her face is pale, too pale but she seems fine- there's nothing that mars her. But there's something so incredibly wrong about what I'm seeing that my body revolts against it, that the metallic tang that fills the air doesn't appeal to my taste but makes my stomach spasm violently, churning viciously.

"Please...please...I'm so sorry (Y/N)." Yoongi's broken voice shatters the otherwise silent air, pleading to her, to a deity there's no telling- because no voice answers him.

And that begging plea rings in my ears even as the scene melts around me, before I can ascertain how it ends, before I can reach out to comfort the Yoongi in my vision, it all slips through my fingers and vanishes.

It's like the air has been sucked out of my lungs, a compressing tight feeling that squeezes my chest and makes me shudder and convulse, body dropping forward- head coming to rest against a firm shoulder, two hands that rest on my own and ground me there, bring me back to the present, to reality. My chest heaves- trying to force in air to replace the metallic tang of blood which seems to swarm through my nose and overwhelm my body.

My head comes up and my eyes desperately search for Yoongi, to confirm he's fine now, and when that's done I can't stop my own plea from coming out, but it has to be done. It has to.

"Yoongi you have to make things right before you end up making a mistake you'll spend eternity regretting." I beg, and when tears spill out I don't move my eyes away from his, needing that confirmation- that validation that he won't let that vision come true, that he won't let this prophecy be fulfilled.

There are ways to change it, it can be done. But the people in the vision have to bring about that change.

So the potential mistake Yoongi could end up making, can only be changed by him. And as for (Y/N) I don't know how we'll go about trying to convince her that she shouldn't be out at late starless nights- how do you bring that into a conversation?

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When I think that the horror of the vision has left me, when the others have finally settled down and become not as fidgety and nervous as they had been once I'd been pulled back out of the vision- they all head off to bed, snagging a mate to cuddle with as they leave. But Kookie doesn't. 

Even Yoongi had just left though not without deep persuasion on Tae's part- wheedling him into going with him because he needed someone to sleep with, but the haunted look in Yoongi's eyes told me that this conversation was far from over, and a firm glance as he left- head turning sent that message loud and clear. That at some point tomorrow, we were going to talk.

But Kookie was still here.

Fidgeting restlessly even as he sat on my bed with me, hands trembling and legs shifting underneath him until he finally turned.

"Hyung you're fine right?" he asks in a soft scared voice.

I hold my arms out for him and he immediately scrambles into my lap, tucking himself safely against my chest and locking his legs around my back- breathing in deeply to the fabric he's also fisting tightly.

"I'm fine my love." I whisper back, pressing a soft kiss to his bent head.

"Why won't you say what the vision was about? Was Yoongi hyung okay? Was (Y/N) okay?" he asks fearfully, unable to bring his head up to meet my eyes with his own. He's trembling slightly in my hold, as if he was still shocked and trying to process it all.

"Let hyung worry baby. I promise I'll try my best and do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't come true." I say and he finally lifts his head and my heart aches at the glistening tear-filled doe eyes that beseechingly look into my own.

So vulnerable, so soft, so raw- and the expression is so hauntingly familiar to the look he'd had in his eyes all those years ago when we'd found him. it makes me tighten my arms around him and shift him closer- wishing I could press him close enough that he merged with me, that he could find and make a haven within me.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt hyung." Kookie whispers, pressing our foreheads together even as a few tears slip free. I lean forward to capture those tears with my lips, kissing away the salty evidence of his sadness, dotting his face with soft kisses pressed tenderly and reverently into his skin, taking my time to cherish him, to let him bask in the love I have for him and let his worry abate.

"Neither do I." I reply between kisses, coaxing a small teary smile to his face when the kisses become a ticklish sensation and he whines slightly, shifting so our lips press together.

The kiss is one of comfort, of support, of being there for each other. And as I part his soft lips under my own, I will every ounce of love into it, silently promising him that it'll be okay, that I'll always be here trying my hardest to make sure that all of my mates get the happiness they deserve.

And when he inclines his neck to me, baring the skin of his throat- it's an act of submission, trust, and love. Of placing himself in my hands. Unhesitant. But I can't bring myself to pierce the skin and fill my mouth with his warm blood- because the metallic tang comes welling back up in my memory- haunting me. So I just lean forward to press a row of kisses there too.

And wonder- just how it is that we can overcome this.

YOONGI POV:

When we finally do have that conversation, it's in the pantry. Because hyung was avoiding answering questions on it and the others respected his choice and didn't pry. But they weren't the ones he saw in the vision. I was. Which meant it concerned me. And I had every right to know.

The begging plea that had fallen easily off hyung's tongue had chilled me, made the blood in my body feel like it was ice in my veins. It had been so desperate, so frantic. And even though it made me fearful to learn what hyung had seen, I knew it had to be done.

So I send the others off with kisses and hugs, squeeze the maknaes closer in a protective embrace and warn them to be careful as they scoop Jiminie between them and leave the house and watch as Hobi snags Joon's hand and pulls him with twinkling eyes up the stairs, Joon following eagerly. And when Jin hyung turns, so immersed or dazed perhaps as he was resolutely doing the dishes without meeting anyone's eyes- he's surprised to find the kitchen vacant. 

He still doesn't meet my eyes but instead heads off to the pantry muttering about getting ingredients for lunch- even though I know it's not his turn to cook, he's just trying to avoid talking about it for as long as he can manage.

But I follow him and as he advances to a shelf, I back him into that corner- so when he turns our bodies are flush and there's no space for him to slide free, door shut behind us.

"Yoongi I need to go." He says weakly but trails off when I shoot him a disbelieving stare.

"Hyung you can't keep avoiding it. Please tell me what it is that you saw." I ask, desperation bleeding in.

He sighs.

The sound is so weary, so exhausted- that I worry that whatever he saw is having a toll on his mental wellbeing.

"Hyung..." I prompt, not wanting to push him but knowing that it's better if he lets it out, so he doesn't bear the misery alone.

"Yoongi you really don't want to know." He says voice pleading- eyes begging for me to stop.

"Hyung just tell me, that's for me to decide. Hyung don't suffer alone." I say, hand coming up to hold him close.

"I saw you drenched in blood with (Y/N) lying unresponsive in your arms." He says, words coming out as a rush and when they're out, he gasps, shudders slightly from where he rests against a piece of wall.

I stagger slightly, hyung's arm managing to snag around my waist and hold me steady.

My mind is whirring furiously, words floating about but not sinking in.

Hyung saw what?

The thought of it makes bile threaten to rise in my throat, the image easily painted into my mind and horror making me feel sick. The image is wrong, my mind is screaming. My soul revolts against the visualisation of her lying unresponsive and me drenched in blood- the situation doesn't need to be spoken, the scene speaks for itself.

I'm going to hurt her? And to such an extent?

Though I don't accept her, see her as a potential mate- I'm trying to find it in me, something that assures me that I won't become a monster because of it. That my anger and resentment won't push me to such extremes.

"Hyung...I did that to her?" I ask, pleading for him to say no.

But his grief-stricken face says it all.

"There was no-one else there." He confesses.

And burning a vicious trail through my brain is the image of her eyes that don't see, looking upwards.

And the messages that had been whispered across my skin centuries ago come floating back.

"You're a monster, you can't love a human." And I wonder if they had been right.

The thought alone makes my feet unsteady, brain becoming overwhelmed with endless questions and scenarios.

"Hyung don't let me become a monster." I plead, clutching desperately at him, leaning into him for support.

His arms are the anchor holding me adrift a churning ocean, vicious and unforgiving waters threatening to sweep me under.

"I won't. You could never be a monster." He says, holding me close.

But the trembling of both our bodies makes me wonder- just how much can we control the future and whether or not we can escape this.

(Y/N) POV:

Though it's been but one day since I accepted their courtship proposal, I don't expect them to work so fast or act so quickly.

I'm sitting at the table with Gyeomie, talking over our brunch about how yesterday went; it's a mixture of excitement and eagerness on my behalf and scepticism and interrogation on his. He's brandishing his cutlery as weapons- waving them around animatedly as he talks aloud the numerous threats he's gathering and intending to use, that they're going to have to keep on trying and that the second they step out of line- he'll be rushing in to scoop me away from the big bad vampire coven.

I can only smile at the concern and care under his rant but it seems like the wrong thing to do because his eyes flash red as they freeze on me, having caught the smile.

"What are you sitting there smiling about? I still can't believe you accepted their courtship proposal." He says, words rising with his spoon approaching me menacingly.

Just as he's going into another long rant about how he doesn't trust them to know their ins and outs of courtship behaviour, there's a knock at the door- a jaunty series of taps that sends Gyeomie into silence and me to stare in confusion. No-one we know ever taps the door in such a way that it sounds happy.

And I clamber to my feet, sliding my legs out of the bench.

"I'll get it." I say, trudging forward in my fluffy carpet slippers and still clad in the loose pyjamas- a comfy worn tee snagged from Gyeomie's closet and a pair of sleep shorts.

In foresight, I should've probably fixed the way one sleeve fell off my shoulder, should've noticed that the shorts couldn't be seen under the large tee and that probably my hair was tumbling down my shoulders in a mess of waves. I should've thought to hide the bunny slippers my feet were so cushioned in. But it's without a care in the world that I approach the door, calling out to whoever was on the other side that I was coming before I all but flung the door open.

And froze.

Because the last thing I expected was to find Namjoon and Hoseok standing at my door, late morning, all dressed up and ready for the day whilst I looked like this. I didn't expect to be greeted with beaming smiles with twinkling brown eyes that slowly morph into a redder tinge and a visible bob to their throats.

And then Namjoon tilts his head and a weak voice comes out.

"Surprise?" 

(THERE YOU GO! THAT'S WHAT JINNIE SAW, WHAT YOONGI LEARNT AND A SURPRISE WAITING FOR (Y/N)! A BIT OF A MIX HERE AND NOW...IF YOU THOUGHT THAT THE BOOK HAD BEEN ANGSTY- THEN GET PREPARED; BECAUSE NOW THE REAL ANGST IS GONNA START. AND OUCH- IT MAKES ME HURT THINKING ABOUT IT! I WAS GOING TO PUBLISH EARLY AND HAD MOST OF IT WRITTEN BUT THEN GOT WHISKED AWAY TO COSTCO- AND I CAN'T SAY NO TO THAT SO OFF I WENT! BUT HERE YOU GO- LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS, ENJOY! 35K READS AND NUMBER ONE STILL! THANK YOU LOVES- STAY SAFE!)

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