🔗Mystery to be unfold pt.1🔗

In the very dark of the night, there was a man. It had been years, but he never rests. Not until he has his revenge. Not until he finds the hunter.

However it wasn't that easy. For years he had been keeping an eye on everyone who had any simular features like the Jeon hunters. Not only them. The Min's and the Park's were famous as well. But of course. Korea was filled with people with the last names.

He had lost track of who were the hunters.

The park family. He remembers them having particularly plump lips, like his own. They were smaller than the usual men, but definitely not less dangerous.

The Min family. Ruthless hunters. That's all he had to remember. Emotionless hunters with a rush of adrenaline whenever they killed a vampire.

The Jeon family... A personal rival.

"Hyung.

The vampire looked up behind his shoulder, shoving the hand away. "I'm fine Namjoon." He replied. Namjoon frowned. "Are you still troubled by who murdered your family?" "Of course. As an undying entity it will haunt me." The vampire said lowly. "Until I know why they killed my family I won't be able to rest. I haven't rested for four hundred years Namjoon."

Namjoon shook his head. "You know vampire hunters rarely exist anymore Seokjin hyung. How are you so sure that they have taken their parents' job?" "They must have." Seokjin mumbled. "They know I'm not dead. They know we are not dead. It'd be dangerous for them not to know us."

"What do we do in the meantime?" A deep voice asked. His fangs were covered in fresh blood, his eyes calming down from their hostile ruby red.

"We stay on our guard." Seokjin replied. "And we tell Hoseok about our situation. I think it's time to admit... to his new skills. We need those boxes with screens..." "Computers." The deep voice grumbled. "Thanks Taehyung." Seokjin hissed.

"Who do you want Hoseok to look for first?" Namjoon asked. Seokjin stayed quiet for a bit. "The Min's."

Yoongi sighed. "Mom. I really don't see the purpose of this." He grumbled in the phone. His mother replied. "Just take your time to read the instructions darling." "Mom. It's a piece of metal, in the shape of a stake, and a machine gun." Yoongi frowned, taking the heavy metal gun in his hands.

"I know you're confused. I'll tell you everything next week, I promise. I'll visit you!" She exclaimed happily. "Mom, please. Why did you get me a metal stake and a loaded machine gun? Why?" Yoongi asked annoyed. "Am I being followed by criminals or something?"

"No, no! It's for safety reasons. For now, keep them in a safe place." His mother replied. "Whatever you say mom." Yoongi murmured. "I'll see you next week." "See you next week sweetheart."

Yoongi frowned and sighed. What the hell was he going to do with a machine gun? Was he going to the police or something?

He was going to have to wait until his mother would explain everything.

Seokjin stared with squinted eyes at the bright screen, watching his fellow vampire work behind it. "The Min family you said?" "Yes." Seokjin confirmed.

Hoseok's fingers worked on the keyboard, pressing the enter key proudly.

"Min... Yoongi? I know that guy." Hoseok said frowning. "He's the barista at the cafe!" "Ba... rista?" Seokjin asked. "Yeah. He makes the coffee and stuff." Hoseok mumbled, searching up for Min Yoongi.

"Twenty three years old, is a barista at the Min's Coffee Shop... Has a missing brother, his mother only alive..." Hoseok murmured quietly. "He seems all normal to me. Look at him! Well... He is a possible hunter. I'm putting it down for you and I'll print it."

"Print?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "That box. It shows what is in this screen, on paper." Hoseok explained, pointing at the small box with paper to the side of the computer.

Namjoon waited at it, flinching when it began to make a strange noise and saw the paper go into the machine. "Did it eat it?!" Hoseok laughed. "No silly. It prints it. Look and observe."

Namjoon frowned and watched with a pout as the paper suddenly showed an inked card on it when it fell out of it. Namjoon picked it up.

"Hm... strange." He mumbled. "His father died... Who was his father?" He asked. Hoseok again started slamming his fingers onto the keyboard. "Min Jeuyoung."

(I'm only using Yoongi and Yoongi's brother's names. The parents' names are not real!!)

Taehyung growled. "We have no lead to anything!" He yelled. "This stupid computer is telling us nothing! Speak to us!" He yelled, picking up the computer and shaking it wildly. Hoseok carefully grabbed the computer and pulled his hands away. "Careful Tae."

"But it's useless!" Taehyung snarled. "Not at all. This Park family of yours." Hoseok started. "I might have a lead."

Another image appeared, this time on screen. "The signature plump lips and short height."

"Why the different color?" Taehyung asked. "To keep track." Hoseok answered. "Jimin lives further from us, thus not being that much of a threat. Pink stands for safety. The blue stands for reachable."

"And lastly. The most concerning one."

(The middle says: Youtuber: CookyKookie)

"Red. He lives here. In Seoul. He can and will reach us if we aren't careful. Since he goes out a lot, the chance is big. He knows how to fight, don't approach him yet." Hoseok warned.

"Thank you Hoseok. We'll take care of it from now on. We'll talk again soon." Seokjin said lowly, staring at the picture. He knew those lips and big doe eyes.

As Namjoon and Taehyung followed him, his thirst grew with his anxiety. What if Jeongguk would find them? Will they die?

"We're going to Daegu." Seokjin growled. "What?! But that trip will take at least a week!" Taehyung whined. "And you will be the one to pull the car if you don't." Seokjin snarled. "I am the one who brought you back. You listen to me." He hissed lowly.

Taehyung gulped and nodded. He knew better than to mess with Seokjin. They stepped into the car and left, using the GPS to Daegu on Namjoon's phone. (which Hoseok had to explain how it worked)

It was going to be a long ride.

Yoongi, in the meantime, was simply leading his cafe like a train. He had his own specialties. Coffee with peppermint, or chocolate. He could make a match. That's what he was known for. His ability for making weird flavors party in their mouth.

Yoongi looked up from cleaning the countertop when the door opened. There were a lot of people outside, staring and squealing at the young man.

"Good afternoon, what can I do for you?" Yoongi asked, raising his eyebrow at the amount of girls outside.

The young man rubbed the back of his neck. "Is it allowed to record in here? And... can I maybe stay in the back for a while?" He whispered. Yoongi looked at the crowd again.

"I wouldn't usually do this, but they're blocking the entrance. Follow me." Yoongi said lowly, opening the door behind the countertop to the back of the shop where everything was stored.

"Thanks man." He smiled. It looked like a bunny... a bunny smile. "Respect for your elders, boy." Yoongi growled. "Sorry hyung, but is it allowed to record? Many fans wanted me to make a video about tasting this coffee. I drove all the way from Seoul for this." The boy whined.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Who are you exactly?" "Jeon Jeongguk, but they call me Jungkook or Kookie. I'm a Youtuber!" He exclaimed. "I've heard of you before." Yoongi mumbled. "Fine. You may record, but please keep a leech on those fans of yours."

When Yoongi returned to the countertop, his face flushed red in absolute anger.

"GET OUT!" He yelled. The girls outside were all tumbled back ever since the door opened. They were peeking at Jungkook. Spying on him. "The poor kid has no privacy." Yoongi grumbled.

The girls, with a lot of whining, pleading, and asking for anything of Jungkook. He send them all out. He almost wanted to report them for stalking.

Finally a bit of rest. Yoongi usually handled the cafe on his own, but every now and then, a young man would come by, saying he wanted to help him.

Yoongi as first had refused, but since the man was dead set on his choice, Yoongi let him. Ever since then he comes by once a week to help. And boy was he lucky to see the red-haired today.

The door opened again. "Yoongi!" Yoongi smiled. "Hoseok hyung, hello."

(Remember that Yoongi is 23, Hoseok is a vampire and thus older in human years)

The red-haired male smiled a heart-shaped smile. "How's my favorite grumpus?" He teased. "Way too sleepy for someone like you." Yoongi chuckled. Hoseok laughed. "Anyway, why were there those girls outside staring at the shop with phones in their hand?" He asked.

"Apparently there is this Youtuber here who they really like to stalk. I send them out and gave the guy a place in the back to hide. While you're here, do you mind taking over for a bit so I can ask him some questions?" Yoongi asked.

Hoseok nodded. "Hand me the apron." Yoongi untied the knot behind his back and handed Hoseok the apron, wishing him good luck while he went into the back.

Jungkook was busy with the camera, checking the lens. "So, must be hard with all those girls." Yoongi said lowly. Jungkook looked up at him. "Kind of. Since I'm young girls think they have a chance."

"How so? Don't they?" Yoongi asked. Jungkook shook his head. "It's so easy for girls to fall. Boys with good looks or a bad attitude gets them going. But men take it easier. They're better to be around." "So you're gay?" Yoongi asked. Jungkook shook his head again. "I don't know. I've never had the feeling of love really. But I'm young."

Yoongi nodded. "You should live while you're at it. How many people are subscribed that makes vlogging so popular?" He asked. Jungkook pouted. "About eight million." Yoongi choked on air. "WHAT?!"

Jungkook cleaned the lens before smiling. "Yeah. It kinda just grew. As a high school student maybe I'm more attractive." He bit his lip. "Mind me filming here?" He asked again. Yoongi shook his head. "Just, make sure I don't get fangirls everywhere." "No promises." Jungkook grinned.

Before Yoongi could protest about his reply, Jungkook had started the camera. And to Yoongi's fear, he was on it. Jungkook smiled and waved at the camera. "Hey guys!"

Yoongi stared at Jungkook awkwardly. He was not that social, not that online either. He just had to let him do his job.

"I'm here in Daegu at Min's Coffee Shop! I can already tell, the smell, it's amazing!" Jungkook laughed. "You guys know I don't like coffee, but you know, for my fans I'll risk a bit."

Yoongi watched in confusion. Talking to a camera is what people watch these days? Yoongi personally read more books and wrote in his free time, but he wasn't one to judge.

"What's your name again?" "Did I tell you?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow. Jungkook shrugged. "It's Yoongi. I'm the owner." Jungkook smiled at the elder's reply. "I'll edit it out!"

Hoseok frowned at the voice, a hiss rumbled in his throat, but he smiled and handed the ordered coffee to one of the customers. It seems that him and his friends are in more danger than he thought.

Yoongi answered questions, all kinds that Jungkook asked him about his job and his idea of these different kinds of coffee. Usually he never made samples, but talking about coffee had him happy, so he let it slide.

Jungkook was actually shocked and surprised to find it so good. He liked it... a lot. After half an hour or so he shut the camera off and stared at Yoongi with wide eyes. "Are you single?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Why?" "Can you be my pretend boyfriend so I can get free coffee from you?" Jungkook asked softly. Yoongi chuckled. "Sorry boy, but I don't do free coffee. I do small samples for very special people such as my family and very close friends."

Jungkook pouted childishly. "You're so mean! I let you have more followers on social media and you won't even let me have free coffee?" "I don't use social media." Yoongi chuckled.

Jungkook snapped his eyes wide. "Sorry... what? No social media?" Yoongi shrugged. "I compose music in my free time. Don't worry boy, I'm not an internet fossil." He chuckled. Jungkook smiled. "Thank god!"

Jungkook packed up and waved Yoongi goodbye. He had a feeling he was going to be back there soon.

Yoongi chuckled to himself, waving the boy out of his shop to get the girls away.

Hoseok frowned. They indeed had a different scent than the humans he passed usually. He never noticed how much more tempting Yoongi's was, and how evil it smelled. How reckless and dark Jungkook's was.

Though they didn't look like it at all... It was misleading.

"Thanks hyung." Yoongi smiled. "You're a true lifesaver sometimes." Hoseok wanted to laugh at him. How stupid humans were sometimes had him laugh. "No problem at all! Say, I'm expecting some friends next week. Would you mind helping me get the house ready a bit before they arrive?" He asked.

Yoongi bit his lip. "Sorry Hoseok hyung, you know I'd do anything for you in return, but next week my mother is coming to visit, and I haven't seen her in a while. Can it be this week?" Hoseok shook his head. "It'll get messy again."

"Ah... I'm sorry Hobi hyung." Yoongi mumbled. "I really am." "Don't be. Maybe I can come by! Meet your mother." Hoseok said smiling. "And your friends?" "They arrive late." "Than I don't see a problem." Yoongi smiled.

The business ran until the evening. At 6 they closed and locked up. Hoseok waved Yoongi goodbye and split ways. Yoongi was still troubled about the machine gun and the metal stake. What could his mother possibly have to tell him that required such a dangerous weapon and a big metal pencil?

Hoseok was just as troubled. If Yoongi's mother was the small girl he had kidnapped thirty years ago, then he would be in much more trouble than he realized.

That girl had put him at death's end, barely surviving the attack. Taehyung saved him, and when he heard that he was attacked by the girl's mother and father, they bonded. They swore to each other to kill their family. To end the Min's family line.

But Hoseok was scared. What if Yoongi were to be just as strong, and even stronger than his mother? He would be vampire meat on a slice of bread before he could even get a taste of his blood.

He found comfort in his friends, and he would make sure to bring them to his funeral.

Oh no. Not his.
But Yoongi's.

Hoseok dialed the only number in his phone, grinning to himself. "Tae." "Hyung. What's wrong?" Taehyung replied. "Nothing. You have to leave right now. I have a surprise for you." Hoseok chuckled. "Guess what girl is coming here?" He could hear Taehyung hiss lowly. "Is it Cheonghal?" "And her son." Hoseok hissed.

He could hear Taehyung hiss and yell at someone, hearing the phone being snatched. "Hoseok." "Jin hyung. Have you heard?" Hoseok chuckled. "Are you sure it's her?" Jin asked. "Almost certain. You should smell his blood. It smells like hers." Jin growled. "We're on our way."

Hoseok had to control himself around Yoongi. There was a dangerous scent about him. Something poisonous. He found out when he took Yoongi's hand the next morning. He abruptly pulled away and hissed in pain, looking st his hand, which had his veins pulse and his hand turned red.

He almost wanted to rip his throat out, but he didn't. Instead he waved it off, saying he hurt his hand last night while fixing his bed. An entire lie, and Yoongi ate it out of his burned hand like an obedient puppy.

The next week had been chaos for the vampire. Yoongi was scenting the entire shop and it was everywhere. Even on the coffee cups. It was driving Hoseok mad.

One kid once walked up to him and asked, "Why are your eyes red?" And Yoongi looked at Hoseok like a mad man. Hoseok panicked, saying they were contacts, at the end of the day he found the kid and killed him. He didn't regret it.

He was a monster inside and everyone knew it. Even his own family was scared of him. And they aren't alive anymore.

Jin admired his ability to stay put and yet still his bloodthirsty urges. Jin admired much of him. Hoseok found pride, and he became addicted to it. Every praise, every scream, every beg. It grew his ego and his confidence.

Sometimes he would grow reckless.

At last, Friday came once again, and Yoongi was anticipating his mother's arrival. He had cleaned the house twice, made sure everything was perfect and had gotten his mother's favorite rice cakes from Busan.

The doorbell rang, and Yoongi was quick to open the door. His mother was smiling at him, embracing her son in a tight hug. "I've missed you mom." Yoongi said happily. "I missed you too." His mother replied.

"Did you keep the things in a safe place?" His mother asked immediately after closing the door. Yoongi nodded. "But why did you get them?" He asked. His mother took Yoongi's hands in her own. Her sudden smile was gone and faded into a serious frown.

"Yoongi. You must understand that this is dangerous. Not even the government knows that people like us exist and what we have to protect humanity from." She said. Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't explain the gun and stake."

His mother smiled. "Just like your father." She said softly. "We are vampire hunters Yoongi. Your father and I, and your granny too." Yoongi frowned but listened. His mother wasn't the jokey kind. He would believe that this was a joke, but he knew his mother.

"We have no good bond with vampires." His mother said. "In fact we have put up a rivalry with many that I have killed. And there is one- no, two. Two vampires that I have not been able to kill. One slipped from my grasp and almost killed me, but I lived. I need to warn you for them."

Yoongi nodded.

"You, my son, have the same abilities. The same blood runs through your veins. You have to kill who we have failed to do so. Our family lies in your hands." His mother squeezed his hands tightly. "This vampire is-"

The doorbell rang, and Yoongi opened the door once more. He smiled. "Hyung!" Hoseok grinned. "My friends came early, so why not bring them?" He shrugged. Yoongi shrugged with him. "Get in." He chuckled.

"Mom, this is my friend and free working barista, Hoseok."

His mother abruptly looked up, gasping loudly. "You!" Hoseok smirked. "I've changed Cheonghal." He chuckled. "Lies! I know that look!" She spat.

Yoongi frowned. "How do you know my mother?" He asked. Hoseok scoffed. "She clearly didn't tell you." "Tell me what?" Yoongi growled. "Yoongi, the vampire who almost killed me-" "Is me." Hoseok hissed.

"You're kidding." Yoongi growled. "This is no time for jokes Hoseok hyung!" "Do I look like I'm joking?" Hoseok hissed. "Because I remember clearly how she held me right at the edge of death! She had to pay, and so I will make sure that happens. Because unlike then, I am not alone anymore."

Yoongi didn't move. He was frozen in either shock or fear. "Yoongi, where did you put the things I gave you?" His mother asked quickly. "My room." Yoongi replied. "Get them!"

In a rush, Yoongi ran to his room, messing through the pile of papers and clothes to reach under the cabinets.

He froze when two hands tightened themselves around his throat. "You shouldn't trust everyone so easily." A deep voice chuckled. "It was wrong of Cheonghal not to teach you how to defend yourself sooner. You might have been able to kill us if you knew."

"Easy Taehyung, I still want a taste. I never got to have his mother's." Hoseok hissed. "If you touch my mom with one finger I'll kill you." Yoongi snarled. "Too bad you don't know how." Taehyung grinned.

Yoongi abruptly pulled the gun from under the cabinet, aiming it at Taehyung. "Let me go." He snarled. Taehyung hissed. "And why should I? A bullet won't kill me." "And what about iron?" Yoongi smirked.

Taehyung backed away, holding his hands up in defeat. "You know some things." "I know more than you think." Yoongi snarled, aiming at Hoseok. "I knew there was something about that happy smile." "Than why didn't you do anything about it?" Hoseok smirked.

Yoongi stayed quiet, pulling the stake from the cabinets as well and backing up to the door. "Stay." He spat. "We're no dogs." Hoseok rolled his eyes. "I've hunted this family for years, do you think that I'm going to listen to you?" "You did at the shop." Yoongi chuckled. Hoseok stayed quiet.

Yoongi quickly turned and ran back to the living room. He never knew his mother was so agile. Definitely for her age. "Mom!" His mother held her hand out. "The stake!" She yelled. Yoongi, as an amazing and lazy basketball player, threw the metal object to his mother, who caught it handily and pushed it in the skin of the taller vampire who held her down.

He hissed loudly, and ear-piercing hiss that could be mistaken for a scream. His mother pushed him off, pulling the bloodied weapon out and running towards Yoongi, who was still in shock and anger.

"Are you okay?" His mother asked. Yoongi nodded. "Unharmed. What do they want from us?" "Are you that stupid?!" The bleeding vampire hissed. "Your family is one of the ones who helped that Park family terrorize us!"

His mother frowned angrily. "I see you haven't learned anything." "I see you've gotten weaker." The vampire snarled. "I hope your son will be a better challenge. You've lost your ability to feel around you. And that will be your end." He snarled.

Yoongi frowned confused, before looking at his mother. He froze, his heart stopping for a moment, anger raging through his veins like the fires from Hell.

Hoseok covered his mother's mouth and sunk his fangs into her skin. His blood-red eyes pierced through Yoongi's, watching as he backed away helplessly. Hoseok listened to his heavy breathing and the weak heartbeats from his mother. Finally he had what he wanted, but not who he wanted.

He let the lifeless body drop, licking his bloodied lips clean, humming at the taste just to drive Yoongi a little madder. And it worked.

Yoongi didn't scream. Silent tears rolled down from his cheeks as he balled his fists, tightening around the gun. "You're monsters..." "No. Your family are monsters." Hoseok snarled. "We used to live in peace before your family came into our existence. They made us who we are that you see today."

The bleeding vampire hissed. "Its metal." He whined. "Come on! Really!" Taehyung whined. "I just fixed your arm yesterday Namjoon hyung!" "It's not my fault he pissed me off!" Namjoon hissed. "Those drug addicts are better off dead by me."

There was one man left. The one who had stayed silent in the dark corners of the room, watching everything.

"We have no time to stay around. Kill him and let's go." He snarled. Namjoon looked at him and Yoongi. "After what his stupid mother did to me, gladly." He hissed. Hoseok pulled Yoongi away before he could do anything.

"Think about it Jin hyung. We could take him and just... enslave him." He shrugged. Yoongi scoffed. "Are you stupid?" He spat. "I trusted you, and suddenly you come here and kill my mother, trying to enslave me because you think I'm living in her footsteps?" He laughed softly. "You're wrong."

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "You... are not going to live in your parents' footsteps?" "Do you think I want to?" Yoongi snarled. "I'm human, and I'm staying human. I want nothing to do with this life of protecting humanity. In fact, who am I to stop your survival?"

The others stayed silent at his outburst. Yoongi pulled his shoulder from Hoseok's grip. "Do what you want, drink whatever you want, but leave me out of it. I don't want anything to do with this hunter stuff. Not if you will, leave my house, and don't see me as one of them."

Taehyung looked at Seokjin with confusion. "Is he serious?" "Do I look like I'm not?" Yoongi snarled. "Leave." Seokjin shook his head. "We can't." "The door is right there. Just open it and walk out." Yoongi growled. "I'm not asking again."

Seokjin gave Hoseok a soft nod. "Do it." Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, staying quiet when he saw Hoseok grin. "Gladly." Yoongi groaned when his head hit the wall roughly, feeling a hand tightly wrap around his throat. His sight went black for a few seconds, feeling the back of his head.

With a frown, he stared at Hoseok. "Let's see how long you can resist." He growled weakly, smearing the blood on his hand in his neck, before feeling his consciousness slip away and he passed out.

Hoseok hissed lowly. "He's tempting. He clearly takes from his mother." "I wonder how long he'll survive." Taehyung chuckled. "I bet not one day." Namjoon frowned. "It's not the time to bet. It's time to end him." "No." Seokjin hissed. "We take him. I want to see what he's made off. After that, we'll go after the Park's."

Namjoon clenched his fists. "Finally." He snarled. "Are you sure we have to kill him?" Taehyung asked, crouching down and grabbing Yoongi's chin. He turned his head a bit, looking st the blood in his neck, which was dripping onto his shirt and his chest. "He's kinda cute."

Hoseok hissed, pulling him away. "He's mine. I've known him longer than you! I've worked for him! He's mine!" He hissed. Taehyung smirked. "Look who's getting overprotective." "Shut up!" Hoseok hissed. Seokjin raised his eyebrow. "Let's go back to your place Hoseok. Take care of this human until we find the Park family."

Hoseok slithered his arms under Yoongi's knees and arms, behind his back, managing to safely carry him. He death glared Taehyung, hissing at him. Perhaps it was the blood that made him so crazy. Or maybe something else...

Hoseok decided that Yoongi should be near him. When he wakes up he could escape if he wasn't in his line of sight. His bedroom it was. He grabbed a towel, wetting it and laying it under Yoongi's bleeding head, cleaning his neck in the meantime. The scent would drive him mad.

"How is he?" Seokjin asked once Hoseok left his room. "He's still bleeding. He'll heal over time." Hoseok replied. Seokjin nodded. "I'm leaving him with you. We're leaving for the Parks." "Got it. Busan, remember?" "Of course."

Seokjin gave him a gentle nod, pulling Taehyung with him, Namjoon following after them.

Hoseok was left alone again. Alone with a human. With the one who he worked for. The one he hunted on.

He could end it right there. But he liked the idea of having his fierce enemy as his personal slave. It was cute. How he got bossed around, and now the roles had turned.

He stayed with Yoongi in the bedroom, his eyes roaming over the computer screen, taking in all the information he could get.

A few hours had passed, and Hoseok was left with nothing but a groaning and sleeping Yoongi. He was awake, and yet asleep. He understood. It was midnight after all. Humans don't love like he does.

Though he would just stuff his mouth with anything to make the annoying sounds stop.

He rubbed his hands over his face, his fangs pushing in his bottom lip. He was so tempted to make the boy suffer.

With another annoying groan, Hoseok hissed. He slammed his fist against the wall, just above his bed, barely missing Yoongi's head. Hoseok grabbed his throat tightly, tilting his head. If Yoongi wasn't going to be quiet, he was going to make him scream.

He sunk his fangs into Yoongi's skin, right above his collarbone. Yoongi's eyes shot open, letting a scream past his lips. His hands found their way to Hoseok's hair, pulling at it to get Hoseok away from his neck.

Hoseok pulled away, smirking at the human boy, who looked so weak in front of him. "Be quiet. I'm trying to work." He hissed. Yoongi stared at him in disbelieve. "Are you kidding me? That's what you bit me for?! I had a nightmare you idiot!" He yelled.

Hoseok hissed at him. "Respect me, or I won't be so merciful next time." Yoongi gulped. "Fine." He snarled.

Hoseok jumped back in his chair, continuing his work. Yoongi leaned on the bed, watching Hoseok do whatever his job was, listening to him mumble to himself.

"Why didn't you kill me?" He asked. Hoseok pressed his lips into a line. "Be quiet." "Answer me." Yoongi growled. "Do you want me to bite again?" Hoseok snapped, flashing his fangs at him. Yoongi just shook his head, sighing and falling back on the bed.

Hoseok growled. "I didn't kill you because I didn't want to. Your mother put me at my end, not you. I want you to stay with me because I feel like it's better than becoming Taehyung's slave." "So I'm yours instead?" "Yeah."

Yoongi sighed. "Better than alone with my mother's corpse and that poisonous stake or whatever it was." "Not poisonous." Hoseok chuckled. "Metal hurts our skin. Iron pierces through us like a paper cut, it's small but very effective, thus killing us if hit in the right place. Metal just burns our skin and can cause a rare decease if touched for too long. You held it for a while, which is why I took your hand, it burned my skin."

Yoongi nodded. "You seem smart." "You're saying this to get out, aren't you?" "No! I really mean it." Yoongi smiled slightly. "I'm glad to know the real you Hoseok."

Hoseok frowned, sighing shortly. "I guess so..." Did he like Yoongi? Sure as a friend. Then why was he so determined to keep him alive, even if he was starving?

To be continued...