【 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 ?】

painful. pointless. overrated.

Searing pain ripped through your neck, dragging you down into an abyss of darkness and turmoil. Your blood boiled and pounded inside your ears, the only thing you could hear was the aggressive thumping of your heartbeat and a flatline going on forever. Sweat beaded at your forehead constantly, no matter how many times you tried to wipe it away. There was red everywhere you looked, so much dark red that maybe your eyes were close and you were seeing your nasty insides. You gnashed your teeth a lot, grinding them into a powder because something felt wrong inside of your mouth. You feened. You were parched. You couldn't handle the pain anymore, yet you welcomed it.

Is this what it felt like to slowly lose your mind?

Though your eyes are open you can't think of why; your heart is pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into your carotid. You can feel yourself strain into the utter darkness and pain, breathing rate beginning to steady.

You wake as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. Your heart still beats fast and there is a buzzing in your brain and together they can be as panicked with jump-leads. Only now your brain is as a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving.

As your eyes adjusted, through the window the sun began to sink lower in the sky. Dusk comes sooner than expected, the last of the sun's rays cosseted behind soft grey cloud. The room takes on the look of an old photograph, every familiar thing a shade of grey. Slowly the view fades to blackness and the night begins. Surprisingly it was easy for you to switch to the brother's nocturnal schedule. It was like pulling all nighters all over again in high school but this time being productive and getting to properly rest throughout the whole day. You didn't mind it at all.

"You're awake, finally."

"Yoongi!" you frantically grabbed at the sheets to cover yourself despite being fully dressed. What exactly was this man's problem with being in your room without permission? Did vampires not understand the concept of privacy??

His glossy eyes narrowed down at you, then proceeded to roll back inside his head,"You're so fucking annoying. Get up already!" He huffed, backing away from your bed.

"What do you except me to do??" you defended yourself wildly, sure this may have been blown out of proportion, but why did he insist on creeping up on you like that?? No one ever heard of knocking apparently.

"Not overreact," his lips pressed together to form a thin line, and he shrugged it off simply.

"You were in my bed!" You hated how you were almost yelling while he remained so calm. "While I was SLEEPING."

"Technically I just got here, you were just too distracted to notice me," he inspected his nails and looked back up at you, a tiny smirk playing on his face. "Typical feeble human senses."

"I—"

"There's no use arguing with me, okay," he rolled his eyes again, "Breakfast is in twenty minutes. Hurry up and come down so my brother doesn't send me back up here." Not two seconds later he was ripping the blankets out of your hands. "Why aren't you getting up?"

"You're still here!" You protested, tugging back with all your might.

"Whatever," he released, letting the impact hit you back. "You act like it's nothing I've ever seen."

"Just leave, please," you swung your legs to the side of the bed, glaring up at his coy face.

"Whatever you say, human," he dismissed it with his hand and left the room.

Though your relationship with the second eldest wasn't the best, you were grateful he didn't give you as much of a hard time as before. Maybe after hearing what happened with the other two, he decided to lighten up a bit. Who knows? Whatever he felt towards you, it was definitely a love-hate thing going on between you both. But it wasn't exactly love, maybe just tolerance? You could never really know with Yoongi, he wasn't like his brothers or any other man you knew. As a matter of fact, he was nothing like the story-book vampires: pale with overgrown canines and a dislike of garlic. He was like a regular guy, almost. His skin was a little on the waxy side and he wore shades in the daylight, which didn't bother him at all. His sense of humour was dark though, no room for sentimentality, and he was the only person you knew who never got offended over anything. I guess after a few centuries he'd seen it all, heard it all, done it all. He made no pretence that he'd never killed, apparently the wars were a banquet for his kin, all-you-can-eat. When you looked horrified at his stories he just laughed and said it wasn't like he actually killed them, just made sure the blood didn't go to waste.

You entered the kitchen to find Jin spreading avocado over toast and sprinkling tomato on top as if it were cake decorations. There was a joy in how he did it, as if for a moment he was happily absorbed by a feeling of love that played in his subtle smile and soft gaze. His love for food, that is.

"Hey, I'm just about done here," he glanced at you while taste testing his own special creations. "Go sit down." He nodded his head toward the dining room.

You entered the dining room to find everywhere you looked there were stacks of food. One section as a continental breakfast, the other a traditional english breakfast, you didn't know where it start first.

The moment you slid into your chair you're served an enormous platter of food. Eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes. A tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled. The basket of rolls they set before you would keep you and your mom going for a week. There's an elegant glass of orange juice and the aroma of croissants, toast, hash browns and all the other confectionaries you could possibly imagine for breakfast on a Sunday morning

"You did all of this?" You looked up at the eldest with wide eyes, your mouth watering at the tall set of pancakes he set down.

"Trust me, I've been doing it for years for seven people," he laughed with his eyes while wiping his hand on his apron. "One more isn't that much more difficult." He patted your head lightly, the warm gesture making you smile inside and out.

"I'm hungry~" A sleepy Taehyung staggered inside, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves. His eyes lit up at the sight of Jin coming back from the kitchen with a tall pitcher of dark red liquid. It made your stomach drop a bit.

"I bet you are." He set it down on the other side of the table from you, which you silently thanked him for; he didn't spare his younger brother a glance. "You're not touching anything until you say what you have to say." When he looked up Taehyung had already did a full 180. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To go starve somewhere else." He looked behind his back, before continuing to walk away. The others had already began to file in and sit down at the smell of Jin's delicious cooking. You were delighted as Jungkook chose to sit next to you. Namjoon bit into a slice of toast with grape jelly and rolled his eyes, offering his witty counsel to the younger.

"Must your pride always get in the way?" This caught Taehyung's attention and he stopped and turned around. Namjoon gestured to you with his piece of bread, "Just apologize."

"Fuck no."

"Language!" Hoseok tried to lighten the mood a bit by playfully covering you and Jungkook's ear. It didn't do much though, because Jin stared into Taehyung darkly, and his hands had balled into fists.

"Taehyung," he warned.

His cold, emotionless gaze fell like an act of violence, a glare to stop your heart.

"Bye," was the only word he uttered before leaving the room completely.

"Just let him go hyung, he's young and it's not worth getting worked up over," Namjoon reassured a visibly stressed Seokjin, patting his shoulder and sitting back down to eat.

"How can you say that when she's right here?" His voice pitched, sounding frustrated but also almost like a whine at the same time.

"I think she'd prefer to eat in peace," Namjoon looked at you and back at him.

"We all would," Yoongi muttered with a full mouth. Jin smacked the back of his head.

"Um, it's okay Jin. We can deal with it later. Thanks for cooking today," you tried to smile while slowly stirring your coffee.

He breathed deeply and sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. "You're welcome." He looked around the full table, "Where's the other one?"

"Late," Hoseok quickly replied like it was obvious.

"I'm not surprised," he sank down into his chair finally, defeated.

And at that everyone began to eat, it was silent and awkward at first. Nobody wanted to say anything as the tension from Taehyung still hung in the air. The silence was interrupted by the sound of someone coming in. You thought it was Taehyung coming back for food and looked towards the doorway. But it wasn't him.

"He finally shows up." Jungkook scoffed, pouring himself more of the vital fluid that you avoided looking at.

"Good morning sleeping beauty~" Hoseok teases.

"Um, hi." Jimin tiptoed in with bedhead and guilt. Before Jin could finish chewing his food and tell him, he walked right up to you.

"I wanted to personally apologize to you, Y/N. What I did was wrong" His honest eyes bore into yours as if trying to convince you he was not lying. It was hard to believe at first, but his quivering lower lip begged you to believe him, your heart told you he would never lie, and your mind said give him another chance.

"It's okay, just don't let it happen again please," you managed to smile, appreciating the sincerity. He smiled big at your forgiveness, his eyes disappearing into crescents.

"I'll try, I can't fully control myself yet. But I'll try my best I swear. I don't want to hurt you." He looked at Jin shyly. "Can I eat now?"

"Her choice."

"Yeah," you replied quickly and shoveled more food into your mouth so you could avoid talking again. Jimin smiled sweetly at you before practically skipping over to his seat and helping himself.

"Thank you."

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