🛡Mystery to be unfold pt.2🛡

A child, sure. Handsome, of course. Anyone would be blind not to see Park Jimin as one of the most beautiful humans alive. A dangerous secret held, beauty and flirtation.

How the boy would just bite his lip ever so often to get something for free, or to get discount on very expensive things. He wouldn't like to say he abused it. But he did. He was working magic with only the blink of his eyes.

His body was always on point and his face was the definition of perfection. That's what everyone always told him. Except for one person.

His bloody own father.
Hating him because he liked men.

He remembered crying nights and days long, skipping meals to avoid his father's sickening gaze, to avoid the scars growing on his body.

But he smiled. He stood on both legs. Strong and balanced. He had to admit that his popularity wasn't doing well for him. He became selfish.

"A bit left!"

Jimin adjusted to the pose the photographer wanted.

"Perfect!"

The sounds of a photo being shot was all that filled the room, together with his manager's heavy breathing. She was always impressed by him. Of course with the little manipulation trick that his father taught him, many years ago, it was all so easy to get what he wanted.

More money, got it.
A partner, got it.

He got everything.

He wasn't ashamed. He had done a few embarrassing modeling tasks, but all of them always got affection. Especially the ones without a shirt.

This one, was one like those.

It was summer, thus time for advertising all the swimsuits and what not. Jimin had the luck to be one of the first in a very expensive pair.

He had a playful attitude, but also very seductive. No one really knew how he truly was in real life ever since he left his home. He started off in a club, Trypich. After that he became a teen model for advertisements and after he grew up, a model in all.

He had been in this ever since he could remember.

As a 20-year-old, life was bound to become better. He would only become more handsome and get more money.

Which is why it wasn't such a difficult task to find out where he stayed.

Namjoon ripped the skin off the human body, licking over the wildly bleeding wound and flesh. Ever since the idea of being able to kill the family who terrorized him and his family, he has been bloodthirsty.

Taehyung had a part of his revenge. Yoongi would be tortured. He knew. Hoseok wasn't one to have mercy unless he got absolute obedience from whoever set foot in his house.

Both of them were very different when it came to revenge. Namjoon would do it on his own. But it would take longer for him to get onto the road of killing who he wanted to. A thought of it could already make his mouth water and his fangs ache to sink into the flesh of a human's skin.

He was bloodthirsty. And he's get distracted by even the smallest scratch, the smallest drop of blood. Seokjin had to pull him back from his last victim.

Taehyung would save his thirst just for that one person he'd want to kill. To enjoy every sweet savory moment of ending that person's life.

But nonetheless, both of them were ruthless and merciless when it came to drinking.

Namjoon wiped his lips with his sleeve. "Sorry." He murmured. "Watch yourself." Seokjin snarled. "If someone catches you, let it be that Park, we're as good as dead." "Or we have more food." Taehyung chuckled. "We're stronger, faster. Humans are bugs compared to us."

Seokjin muttered some curse words under his breath. "Let's just go. We're right outside of Busan, this can be our only chance. From Hoseok's weird ink box, it told us he is a model at a company called VIEW. If we find that, we find the Park."

Namjoon smirked, licking his fangs clean. "I can't wait." "For the smartest you surely lose your moral compass when it comes to revenge and blood." Taehyung grumbled. Namjoon hissed at him. "Everyone is different okay! It's not my fault that my family was the bloodthirsty kind. I'm proud to be able to kill so much without getting enough of ripping human lives." He snarled.

Taehyung rolled his eyes at him. "Whatever." He spat. "I wonder how cute this guy is if he's a model." "We're about to find out." Seokjin hissed.

Jimin sighed, wiping a towel over his face. Being a model was exhausting, especially when using heat lamps.

"You're doing great Jimin." His manager said smiling. Jimin returned a smile. "Thanks manager-nim! It's so warm!" He whined. "Mind getting me a bit of sparkly water?"

His manager smiled, nodding. "Of course. Just one more shot. Come on tiger." She giggled, cupping Jimin's cheek. Jimin chuckled. "Trying to seduce me, manager-nim?" "Perhaps. Is it working?" She grinned. "No, but you tried." Jimin smiled.

Taehyung stepped on Namjoon's shoulders, jumping on the drainpipe and climbing up until he reached the roof. He reached his hand down, to pull Namjoon and Seokjin up. "There's a window up here." "On it." Namjoon hissed, running towards it and jumping through it.

Taehyung and Seokjin quickly followed, rushing to get cover before any security could catch them. Namjoon hissed lowly when a few guards came running to investigate the scene. "We'll kill them and take their suits, informing the other security guards that they were killed by the criminals, which we stopped."

"I wonder how many books you read to come up with this story." Taehyung chuckled. "Enough to know we need a dumb blonde." Namjoon snarled. "I'm a brunette." "Let's go." Seokjin hissed, rushing towards one of the guards and sinking his fangs into the skin, having Namjoon and Taehyung follow him.

Blood covered their mouths and fangs, their eyes a beautiful ruby red, flickering in the sunlight from the broken window. "Aish." Taehyung whined. "The suit's too tight..." "Of course they don't fit." Seokjin snarled. "They're made for humans. Our sensitive skin will only get hurt by wearing this for longer than we should. So let's make this quick."

Namjoon was the only one who didn't quickly calm down. After all, the sweet scent of blood roamed through the building. One so different from others and yet so familiar to him.

"Calm down or we'll be in jail before we can say cookoo." Taehyung hissed. Namjoon sighed. "I'm thirsty." "You drank from four men!" Taehyung snarled. "And? That Park scent is overwhelming."

"Hey!"

Seokjin turned around rapidly towards the approaching guards. "Namjoon, move before you betray us." He hissed lowly. "Try to hide until your eyes fade back." Namjoon sighed but nodded, sprinting off.

He followed the scent. The wild scent of misleading and deception.

He pushed two large doors open, to whine and be blinded by heat lamps that were taken away. He sniffed. The scent was close. Park was close.

"Good timing Kim!" A female voice yelled. "What? Why-" "Perfect timing I'd say! Really Jongho you're always exactly where I need you to be!" Namjoon frowned and huffed. "Don't touch me." He snarled. "Someone got out the wrong side of the bed!" The woman laughed.

Namjoon got pulled into another room. His eyes widening at the familiar scent. His eyes shot towards the smaller man with plump lips.

"Put on these clothes and go on set! We're running out time and we all want to get home today! Chop, chop!"

Namjoon grumbled, clothes being pushed into his arms. "I'll chop you..." he mumbled angrily. He looked up from the clothes when the smaller came towards him, holding his hand out. "Hey!"

Namjoon stared at his hand. "Hey..." He murmured. "I'm Park Jimin!" Namjoon snapped his head up at his eyes. "You are Park Jimin?" "Yes..." Jimin rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry if it was so sudden, the guy who was supposed to shoot with me called sick."

"I don't care..." Namjoon grumbled, pulling the uniform over his head and replacing it with a white t-shirt with a print and pulling the blue jacket over it. He mumbled some curse words under his breath, replacing his pants with blue sweatpants.

Jimin smiled. "Come on. Let's get you ready. Jongho, was it?" "Namjoon." He snarled. "That sounds nothing like Jongho." Jimin pouted. "Humans make dumb mistakes." Namjoon said lowly.

Jimin just nodded, pushing Namjoon down on a chair, leaning in front of him and grabbing a small brush. "We need to have the light fall on our skin perfectly." He whined. "Nothing but perfection, said my granny." He smiled.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, letting the smaller do what he had to without skinning him alive. Jimin smiled. "Ready and done! Come on!" He grabbed Namjoon's hand and pulled him with him to the set.

Namjoon had just complained on the way. He wasn't used to this. Only Seokjin could command him around, not some mere mortal human.

"Jimin-ssi, get on the stool, Jongho-" "It's Namjoon." Namjoon hissed angrily. "Why does everyone assume that I'm that guy?!" He yelled. Jimin tapped his shoulder. Namjoon snapped his head towards him, pulling him down by his collar.

"Work with me and I won't kill you." He growled. Jimin held a nameplate. The one on the uniform. It read:

김 정호

Perhaps Namjoon should have thought before he yelled his name. He hissed lowly, taking Jimin's hands off his collar. "What do we do?" He asked grumpily. "Well, Namjoon, stand next to the stool and let Jimin hold a little origami figure in your hair, whilst Sonya takes a photo on her phone of you." The photographer explained.

"And smile." Jimin chuckled, stepping on the stool, whilst an American girl waved at them with a phone in her hands. Namjoon frowned, but listened to the instructions. He left a bit of space between Jimin and him.

Jimin pulled him slightly closer. "I have to be able to lay this in your hair!" He whined. "Just work with me." "How can I when you threatened to kill me?" Namjoon hissed. "Didn't you want to do the same?" Jimin smirked. Namjoon sighed. "Yeah." "Than we can work this out after the shoot."

After a few minutes of instructing Namjoon to do different poses because they didn't fit his length, they finally had the shots. Namjoon let out the breath he had been holding, trying his best not to kill the 'commander'.

Jimin hopped off the stool and smiled when he saw the photo. "Joon! Come here!" Namjoon hissed lowly. "Don't call me that." He snarled. He shut up abruptly when he saw the photo. He blinked a few times. Was that... him?

Namjoon almost pressed his face against the screen. "What is this thing?" He asked baffled. "You don't know what a camera is?" "This is a camera?!" Namjoon yelled with wide eyes. Jimin nodded. "You're so old-fashioned, hyung."

Namjoon looked at him. "What? Old-fashioned?" He asked. "I'm not old-fashioned!" He whined. "I know what a phone and a computer is." Jimin laughed softly. "Do you know what there are more different kinds than one phone or computer?" "There are?!" Namjoon yelled.

Taehyung and Seokjin cluelessly blinked in confusion. Was Namjoon... smiling? Smiling at his number one enemy? Laughing with him?

"What did he do to him?" Taehyung hissed. "I don't know. It seems that he might be a bigger challenge than we thought." Seokjin said lowly. "Did we lose Namjoon?" Taehyung asked. "No. We just have to get more support."

Namjoon laughed softly, calming down from Jimin's lame joke. "You're terrible." "So are you." Jimin grinned. "How did you know I was... you know..." Namjoon whispered, eying all the passing humans. "A vampire?" Jimin asked. Namjoon nodded.

"It's easy. Granny taught me from a very young age how to recognize how they move. She also told me that she had accidentally fallen into a town filled with your kind. She almost got killed... She thought you were one of the dangerous kind and tried to end it. I thought it would come down to me sooner or later." Jimin smiled.

Namjoon frowned. "So it was never meant this way?" "Never." Jimin shook his head. "My granny owns a rice shop a bit from here. We can go there and explain everything." He said, laying a hand on Namjoon's. Namjoon sighed. "Please..."

Jimin took Namjoon's hand and stood up. "She won't hurt you." He said softly. "I promise." Namjoon bit his lip nervously. "But... we attacked her for no reason." "She is over it. She's a lovely woman and my caretaker." Jimin said smiling. "You can keep the clothes. This fabric won't bruise your skin." He winked.

Namjoon felt his face heat up slightly. What was this feeling? He let Jimin lead him to the rice shop. More like rice cakes. Namjoon was not only overwhelmed by the scent of blood, but also by the delicious rice cakes.

"Jiminie?" An old voice called. "I'm here granny! I brought someone!" An old woman came from the back, putting the oven mittens on the countertop. Her eyes widened. "Jiminie, come here, come here." She urged. Jimin chuckled. "I know he is granny."

Namjoon looked down. "I know he is a vampire." He heard Jimin say. Right now, he wished he wasn't. He saw the look of fear in granny's eyes. He never felt this pressure on his chest. He clutched his shirt nervously as Jimin and his granny began to talk.

The words were blurry to him. He didn't want to have such a lovely old lady fear him.

"Namjoon?"

Namjoon looked at Jimin. Jimin gasped softly, wiping the skin of Namjoon's cheek. "Joonie..." He sighed. "What's wrong?" He asked, gently wiping Namjoon's tears away.

"I... I never wanted to start something unnecessary... I never thought it was an accident..." He mumbled. "Oh poor boy." Granny's voice was filled with sympathy. Namjoon felt granny's hand on his cheek. "It was all a misunderstanding. Now that you know, I hope my grandson will be safe." She smiled.

"So don't be all grumpy because of a few years of fighting." Jimin chuckled. "Now is different." Namjoon nodded. "It is..." "You are forgiven, is that enough to leave it all behind?" Granny asked.

Namjoon took a deep breath, smiling and nodding when the doors burst open. "The hell Namjoon?!" Taehyung hissed. "What did he do to you?! Turn him back to normal!" He yelled, pulling Jimin's collar. "He did nothing." Namjoon growled.

"That's what someone possessed would say!" Taehyung hissed. Namjoon hissed loudly, pushing Jimin away from Taehyung and pushing him against the wall. "I said he did nothing. All of this was a mistake and a misunderstanding, so we have no reason to stay here." He hissed.

"Well then." Seokjin crossed his arms. "You won't have any problems leaving, do you?" Namjoon looked away from him. "I like Busan." He mumbled. "No." Seokjin snarled. "You like him." He spat, pointing at Jimin, who was staring at them.

"If he does I don't care." Jimin shrugged. "He's free to stay. He isn't forced to stay with you two. He's grown up and an adult. He is allowed to decide for himself." He spat. Namjoon smiled at him, Jimin returning him a smile.

Taehyung growled. "You're weak Namjoon! Weak!" "No, I'm strong to admit I was wrong." Namjoon hissed. "I'm staying here, whether you want it or not. You're leaving me alone." He snarled.

Seokjin grabbed Taehyung's shoulder. "Come on. He made his choice."

Namjoon frowned, watching them leave. He felt Jimin rub his back. "It's okay." "I lost my life-long friends Jimin." He said softly. "How long?" "Over seven hundred years." Namjoon replied. Jimin pouted. "I'm sorry."

Namjoon hissed lowly. "I'm not losing my friends." He grabbed Jimin's throat tightly, hissing at him. "Jimin!" "No granny, it's fine." Jimin smiled. "I don't want to destroy a seven hundred-year-old friendship. If taking me will fix that, it'll be worth it."

His granny frowned but nodded. "Promise me one thing Namjoon." Namjoon nodded slightly. "Yes." "Keep Jimin safe." "The only way he'd be safe and alive is turned." Namjoon snarled. "Keep him alive." Granny said again. Namjoon nodded once again. "I will."

Jimin smiled when he waved goodbye to his granny, putting on his mouth mask to hide himself and to protect him from people taking pictures and think he has a boyfriend.

Namjoon followed the scent of his friends... old friends. If he had to hurt Jimin to regain their trust than he will. A simple model boy won't destroy his friendship.

He ended up at Hoseok's apartment, a bit of driving in Jimin's car, back to Daegu.

"Are you sure they're here?" Jimin asked. "Shut up." Namjoon hissed. "I'm sure." Jimin was taken aback by his sudden snap, but nodded and kept quiet.

Namjoon slammed on the door, not feeling the knocking spirit. The door opened by the grumpy human boy, who rolled his eyes. "It's you." "Get out of my way." Namjoon spat, pushing past him and pulling Jimin with him.

"Seokjin hyung!" He yelled. "Look around before you yell." Seokjin hissed. "I thought you'd rather stay at the human's place." "Changed my mind." Namjoon hissed, pulling Jimin with him. "I can't leave you guys behind." He grinned.

Seokjin smiled slightly. "You're such an idiot sometimes. But welcome back." Jimin smiled at the warm welcome of Namjoon, when he quickly felt weak under the powerful gaze of Taehyung.

"You brought him." He spat. Namjoon shrugged. "Could be a good meal." "And that old woman?" Taehyung asked. "A few lies does a lot." Namjoon smirked. Jimin widened his eyes at him. "B-but-" "Do you really think I meant what I told your granny? I'm a vampire, dear. Lying is in my nature. Namjoon hissed.

Jimin gulped. "I should have known..." "You should have." Namjoon hissed. "There is one other human boy here. He might become your friend." He spat. Jimin frowned, his hands clenching to fists. "I was wrong about you. You're just as bad as everyone else!" He yelled, pulling his hand from Namjoon's grip and ran into a room.

Namjoon scoffed. "Humans are weak." "So you lied to us as well?" Taehyung growled. "I did. But look what it helped us." "We gave two hunters in this house now." Seokjin hissed. "One who trusts too soon and the other who wants nothing to do with us." Namjoon chuckled. "We have all freedom to hunt on your little buddy now, hyung."

Seokjin smirked. "You're still smart Namjoon. It will pay off." Taehyung nodded. "How bad I hate to admit it." Namjoon chuckled. "It takes a bite or four."

Hoseok growled. "Can I go now?!" He yelled. "You've been on my computer for an hour?!" "So?" Yoongi snarled. Hoseok hissed at him. "Don't make me bite you." "Please. As if you are. It was a warning the first time." Yoongi snapped.

Hoseok hissed threateningly and pulled Yoongi's hair back. "Are you saying that I'm weak?" "I am." "You are a mere human boy. A hunter who wants nothing to do with me and does nothing but sleep and read all day!" Hoseok snarled. "You are the weak one."

Yoongi growled. "Right. Because humans are so weak in your eyes!" "It's a fact!" "No, it's not!" "It is!" "Prove it!" Yoongi yelled. Hoseok scoffed, licking his lips. "Try to find yourself out of this."

His fangs found their way to Yoongi's neck again, biting down harshly. Yoongi gasped shortly, screaming out in pain. He clawed at Hoseok's hair, the desk. Anything to help stop the burning pain in his body.

He could feel his own blood flowing from his body, leaking onto his own skin and clothes. This was the first time that Hoseok actually drank from him.

Hoseok smirked as he sunk his fangs just slightly deeper, his lips pressing against Yoongi's bloodied skin. Yoongi shrieked out, his back arching and his muscles clenching. "H-Hoseok! S-stop!"

Hoseok chuckled against his skin, pulling his fangs away. "Learned your lesson?" Yoongi whimpered and nodded. "Words." Hoseok hissed. "Y-yes..." Yoongi whimpered, feeling his neck and crying in pain.

Hoseok chuckled. "You taste good. Just like Cheonghal." Yoongi tensed up. "Don't say her name... Please..." "Are you scared of me now? Not such a big mouth now, do you?" Hoseok mocked. "Well. I think it's time for you to leave my computer alone. Don't you think?"

Yoongi nodded, standing up from the chair and waking his way to the bathroom across the hall, holding his bleeding neck. He underestimated Hoseok.

He groaned when he bumped into someone. He expected someone to scold him, but he heard soft sniffles and sobs. "S-sorry..." "Who are you?" Yoongi asked, not looking up from his feet. "J-Jimin..." The boy replied. "Oh... Are you a vampire too?" "N-no." Jimin sniffled. "Okay..." Yoongi mumbled, slipping into the bathroom and wetting a towel.

Jimin widened his eyes at the blood that covered his neck and how unfazed Yoongi looked by it. He seemed scared. And he was. Yoongi had never been this scared of someone in his entire life. Let go it'd be his friend... 'friend'.

Yoongi looked at his wound, inhaling sharply. "Are you okay?" Jimin asked. "I'm fine." Yoongi said softly. He stared in the mirror at his reflection.

A vague red color faded over Yoongi's eyes, barely noticeable as it took hold of the black outline of his iris. Yoongi felt a bit weaker. His mind was clouded with something he couldn't pick. It was... a need. Maybe a want.

He hesitantly turned his head to Jimin. His hands felt his own bite wound, licking his lips. Jimin suddenly seemed... attractive. His neck in particular.

He slowly walked towards him, growling lowly when Jimin backed away from him. Yoongi pressed him against the wall, pressing his head in the crook of Jimin's neck. He inhaled Jimin's scent, groaning softly.

Yoongi's tongue dragged over Jimin's skin, pressing soft kisses and bitemarks. The bites became rougher with the second as Jimin tried to push him away.

"Min Yoongi.. What do you think you're doing?" Hoseok hissed. Yoongi didn't pull away. He kept his head in the crook of Jimin's neck. "He smells good... So sweet and pure..." Yoongi growled.

Hoseok raised his eyebrow. "What the..." He pulled Yoongi away, forcing Yoongi to look into his eyes. Hoseok gasped softly. "Crap... Jin's gonna kill me..."

"What happened?" Hoseok asked. "How did you... What the hell happened?!" Yoongi shrugged. "I just felt lie having a good bite." "It's even worse than I thought... God." Hoseok mumbled.

Jimin gulped, looking at Yoongi with wide eyes. "What happened to him?" Hoseok snapped his head towards him. "He took the towel with my blood on it, probably pressed it against his wound and infected it."

"Which means?" Jimin asked. "That you are now the only human in this house." Hoseok snarled. "And you'd better hide. Newborn vampires are merciless.."

Yoongi hissed lowly when Hoseok grabbed his hands and pinned them tightly. "You are in so much trouble.." Yoongi chuckled. "Jin hyung's going to slaughter you, and I'll happily feed from your flesh and blood."

Hoseok growled lowly. "Listen up little troublemaker. You were the one grabbing this towel, not me. You turned yourself. And if we both live, then you won't want to know what I'm going to do to you.." He hissed.

Yoongi chuckled. "I'd like to see you try." He pushed Hoseok away, sniffing the air. "He smells fresh. Why haven't you killed him yet?" He hissed. "He's not my business." Hoseok replied. "You are.."

Yoongi grinned. "Am I now?" "Always have been." Hoseok growled. "Such a mean vampire." Yoongi pouted. "Would you like to have another taste?" He hissed. "Before I grow as lifeless and dangerous as you.."

Hoseok hissed lowly. "Stop that." "Never." Yoongi chuckled, caressing Hoseok's chest and pushing him away. "I'm not going to be human anymore Hobi... What will you do about it?"

Hoseok smirked. "Make you mine." He growled, sinking his fangs into Yoongi's neck. Yoongi hissed out and groaned, biting into Hoseok's neck in return.

Yoongi's fangs were small and still growing, causing Hoseok to be in a little more pain he had hoped. Who would want to get bitten by fangs which are growing and pushing through your skin?

Namjoon frowned when Jimin came running towards him with tears in his eyes. "What now?" He grumbled. "Y-Yoongi t-t-turned!" Seokjin snapped his head up. "He turned?" Jimin nodded.

"I-I saw him in t-the bathroom, and the h-he pushed m-me away! He bit and k-kissed my neck until a-another vampire p-pulled him away!"

Seokjin rushed towards Jimin and tilted his head. "God dammid..." He cursed under his breath. "What happened?" Namjoon asked. "He's infected." Seokjin grumbled. "I guess Yoongi's fangs pushed through when biting him. Look."

Namjoon gently tilted Jimin's head further. "So... he..." "Will turn, yes." Taehyung groaned. "Finally no more human trash." Jimin frowned. "Excuse you!" Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Namjoon pressed his lips against Jimin's neck, sinking his fangs into his skin. Jimin gasped and screamed out in sudden pain, his hands pulling at Namjoon's hair and shirt.

"What is he doing?" Taehyung asked. Seokjin sighed. "He's taking his human blood. The transformation will be less painful and even so unnoticeable for the victim." He growled. "He's taking Jimin's humanity."

Hoseok chuckled. "The scent died down." "Where is Yoongi?" Taehyung asked. "What do you care?" Hoseok snapped. "He's sleeping, so don't bother him." He snarled. Taehyung held his hands up in defeat. "I want this to be over with."

Hoseok sighed. "The last one is Jeon Jeongguk. He is a Youtuber with about a few million subscribers. Taking him or changing him, won't go unnoticed. Especially since he's young. Nineteen or eighteen, he might not know about us yet. Which means it's either now or never. He is and stays a Jeon, powerful, strong, and merciless on creatures like us."

"How do you know this?" Seokjin asked. Hoseok smirked. "He went by Yoongi's cafe once. He's in Daegu now. Just follow his videos and blogs and you'll find out where he lives." Seokjin pulled Hoseok's phone from his pocket.

He stared at it for a few moments before handing it back. "I have no idea how this thing works."

Jimin's screams had died down into soft whimpers and heavy breathing as Namjoon pulled away, caressing his back. "I think we should catch up with a few videos first. It might show street names or anything." He suggested.

Seokjin nodded in agreement. Hoseok sighed and unlocked his phone, looking upon the name Jeon Jeongguk and looking him up on YouTube. "Here. His latest video." He grumbled, handing Seokjin his phone.

Seokjin frowned, paying attention to anything in his sight. He had to admit that the younger was quite cute. He almost didn't look like the Jeon he knew. But he knew the glim in those eyes.

Those big doe eyes.

"There." Seokjin tapped the screen, causing it to rewind ten seconds, making Seokjin hiss in frustration. "Hoseok!" "Tap once, click the two bars in the middle." Hoseok said annoyed, crossing his arms. Seokjin sighed of relief when he did it right, showing the screen to the other two vampires.

"Here." He growled. "It just says the house number and there is a street name in the far back." "Give me that." Taehyung grumbled, snatching the phone from Seokjin's hands.

"That's not a street name, that's some cafe. Min's something, something." Taehyung snarled. "Min's coffee shop?" Hoseok asked. Taehyung nodded. "I know where that is." "We do too." Seokjin chuckled. "We went with you, remember?" "Of course I do." Hoseok hissed.

Taehyung stood up. "Now that we know where it is, we're off!" He clapped his hands. "You coming Joon?" Namjoon shook his head. "I'm staying here. Two newborn vampires is too much for Hoseok to handle alone." He chuckled. Hoseok nodded.

"Than we'll be going. Good luck you two." Taehyung smiled and waved at Jimin, who hissed softly at him as they left.

Namjoon sighed deeply when he heard the door close. "I'm so sorry for breaking your granny's promise Jimin." "I thought you lied." Jimin mumbled. "I had to think of an excuse! I can't walk up to Seokjin and say nothing or the truth." Namjoon yelled.

"Seokjin won't be happy to hear that then." Yoongi chuckled. Hoseok looked at him. "Awake princess?" "I'm not a princess." Yoongi hissed. "So shut up." Hoseok chuckled. "Feisty."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "His scent died. What's going on?" He asked, letting himself fall onto the couch." "You bit me..." Jimin hissed softly. A grin crept up on Yoongi's face. "Indeed I did." "You accidentally turned me." Jimin whined. Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Small grown baby."

Jimin's eyes snapped to Yoongi, hissing loudly at him. "I'm not a baby!" "Right." Yoongi scoffed. Jimin hissed loudly and tried to lunge at him. Namjoon grabbed his arms and laid his head in the crook of his neck. "Calm down."

Yoongi and Hoseok smirked. "Are you two in love?" "Hm... Perhaps." Namjoon mumbled. "Yeah... Like you two aren't." Jimin protested. Yoongi crossed his arms. "No, I don't." "Me neither." Hoseok protested.

"Really?" Namjoon asked. "And what are those bite marks in your neck?" Hoseok flushed a bright red. "Nothing!" Namjoon smirked. "Oh? I think you know what they are." Yoongi scoffed. "As if!" "Claiming marks, right Hoseok hyung?" Namjoon smirked.

Hoseok's face flushed a bright red. "Ungrateful..." He mumbled. "Who cares!" Yoongi whined. "I. Am. Thirsty!" He pouted cutely. "Hoseokie?" "Stop calling me that." Hoseok grumbled. "Can we go out and hunt?" Yoongi asked.

"Without us?" Jimin hissed. "We're coming too!" Namjoon chuckled. "Yeah, we are." Hoseok rolled his eyes. "Well then let's go!" He whined impatiently.

Seokjin frowned. He was honestly scared. He was finally going to take revenge. But what would he do with him once he was done? What would he do after it was done?

Jungkook frowned as he turned around the dark alley. He knew vampires couldn't be trusted. He gripped the iron bat tightly in his hands, pulling a black mouth mask over his mouth, his beanie over his hair, and his father by his side.

"It all ends today."

To be continued...

One more! After that, I'll check every chapter again for spelling mistakes and fix them.