"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked.

Jimin shook his head and kept scrubbing the alcohol and vomit stains from the wall. The previous night had been a rough one from the view of the tavern.

Broken glasses on the floor, vomit pretty much everywhere, and stains a shit ton of stains on the walls. If he were a vampire he wouldn't be cleaning after these drunks.

"You don't seem like yourself. If you want I can scrub the walls and you can wash the cups."

"No, it's okay. I'm not upset about this shit well I am, but it's not the reason for my mood."

"What happened then?"

Jimin sighed, "I'm slightly disappointed about the ball."

"I really enjoyed it. They had good food and drinks for free. I don't think I've ever eaten that much. Did you try that chocolate fountain they had? I bet the king has a special chocolate chef or something."

"Yeah I'm sure the king has a chocolate chef and everything else. You know, that's not why I'm disappointed. The food was amazing. The thing is, we never encountered a vampire willing to speak to us and most importantly we didn't even meet the king."

Jungkook shrugged, "It just wasn't meant to be. I mean what did you expect? For him to come out with a shiny crown lifted by his servants requesting to meet everyone in town and give them a handshake?"

Jimin laughed, "That would've been so cool. I really, really, really, wanted to meet the king."

"I told you he's probably dead. Like for real dead."

"No, no, there's a reason he threw a ball in the castle. Maybe something big is coming. Something is going to change. I can feel it."

Jungkook walked over to him and put his hand against his forehead, "Are you still tipsy? I told you not to drink. You're so lightweight."

"I tolerate more than you." Jimin said, playfully shoving his hand away.

Jungkook grinned, "Right. Whatever."

Jimin kept scrubbing while occasionally giving him glances. He was so concentrated on washing the cups that he didn't notice his staring.

It was incredible how strong and effortlessly Jungkook picked up the stacks of heavy glass cups. Despite them being poor their whole life and struggling to find food, Jungkook had grown up to be a big strong man.

At times Jimin felt a little jealous that Jungkook was taller, stronger, and more handsome than himself. While on the other hand, he was shorter, and nowhere near as tough as him.

If Jungkook was this strong as a human he couldn't imagine how he would be when being immortal. Jimin finally got done scrubbing the dirty walls and got up from his kneeled position.

He removed the thick cleaning gloves and in the process his long sleeve shirt had come up a little revealing the almost fresh bite mark. Hoseok had never been gentle with his feeding. He was always very rough and quite messy.

Not that Jimin ever seemed to mind. In fact, he liked it. He liked the attention from a supernatural being. Hoseok hadn't been his first encounter with one, but he was the first important one.

In his eighteen years of life, he had never been close to someone as important as Hoseok. He worked beside the king and knew him personally.

Although Hoseok had only been feeding on him for a few months, he was sure he could eventually convince him to turn him. As he picked him the bucket of dirty water, the flashback of meeting him came to mind.

"Are you kidding me? It's one cent. One!"

"I don't care. If you don't have it then I can't give you these." The man said, pulling the carton of eggs away.

Jimin felt his ears turn red, "Fine. I—I have it in my car. If you give it to me—"

"I don't think so brat."

Jimin swallowed down his anger and embarrassment. He had just turned eighteen and his job was barely paying for rent. Jungkook had already paid for the electricity and water so they had very little money to buy groceries.

"Listen you—"

Before Jimin could finish his rant, a man reached over him to put a stack of bills on the counter. The man behind the cash register stared at him with puzzled wide eyes.

Jimin felt a sudden shiver go down his spine and he couldn't look up. The man's cool breath hit behind his neck making the hairs stand up.

"I'll have that carton of eggs now. Please give this gentleman his money back and you can keep the change."

The man slowly slid the carton to him as well as the change. Jimin stared at his golden skin hand filled with rings. When he handed him the carton, Jimin felt his face blush.

"Sir, you shouldn't have." He whispered, still unable to look him in the eyes. Based on what he had witnessed this man was important. Not a simple immortal, oh no. He had to be associated with the kingdom.

"Please, it's no big deal. Do you care if I walk you to your car?"

Jimin nodded and timidly made his way out of the door. Once the cool breeze hit his face, he felt himself relax a little. That was until he caught the eye of the man beside him.

He was for sure a good five ten, with short white blond hair and piercing red eyes. It still caught him off guard to see him so close.

Jimin was still trying to process everything when he spotted a small sun tattooed behind his neck. The jolt of adrenaline rushed through his veins.

It was told that immortals with tattoos behind their neck belonged to the king. They were employed for him and were meant to serve him until the end of their time. A sun tattoo meant they were vampires whereas a half moon tattoo meant they were hybrids.

Jimin immediately bowed, "My apologies sir. I have no car. I lied." He blurted with panic running through his veins.

A soft chuckle escaped his pretty lips as he bent over to meet his eyes, "Now, now, no need to bow. I'm not the king."

Jimin slowly straightened up. The man seemed relaxed and not his composure was not threatening so he slowly relaxed.

"I cannot repay you completely sir. I will give you what I have."

"I do not seek money. It's just paper."

"How will I pay you then?"

A smile plastered his angelic face and although Jimin had felt safe a few minutes before he didnt feel so safe now. His teeth were white and pointy and it made Jimin's breath hitch.

" I know of something you can repay me with."

"Jimin?"

"Huh?" He asked looking up. Had he been zoned out the whole time? He quickly shook his head trying to put his feet on the ground once again.

"Do you want me to take out the trash?"

"No, I got it. Be right back." He responded by making his way to the back door.

Along the way, he collected the bags of trash to throw them away. As he finished dumping them, he felt a sudden thrill.

He smiled cheekily without turning to look, "I thought you were out of town."

When there wasn't a response, he looked back towards the tavern expecting Hoseok to be there but he saw no one. He scratched the back of his head deeply confused. Typically, he could tell when an immortal was present.

He shrugged it off and just as he turned to close the dumpster lid, there he was. Jimin gasped with a flinch.

This man was an immortal, he just wasn't Hoseok. As much as he tried to think if he'd seen his face anywhere he couldn't recall.

This man looked quite simple to say the least. Not by his looks, but his clothing style. He still wore a three piece suit and all, but the material didn't look as sharp and well made as Hoseok's. Plus, he was not matching at all.

Although his long messy hair covered his left eye, Jimin could tell he was beautiful. His skin was radiant and that face looked like it was sculpted by angels.

"I'm sorry sir. I confused you." He apologized while bowing.

"It's okay. Park Jimin, correct?"

Jimin gulped at the sound of his voice, it was deep and raspy. It definitely fit his body and face. Why did he know his name? How? He was so unimportant compared to everyone else.

"Yes, sir."

"I have a proposition for you."

His eyes widened a bit and he didn't dare look up. Could Hoseok have told him about him giving him blood?

"Sir, I beg to pardon, but I just gave blood not too long ago and I think my hemoglobin might be a little low therefore giving you—"

"That's not what I'm here for. This is for you. Do not tell anyone about this. Not even that friend of yours."

Jimin gasped quietly as he looked at the card the man was handing him. His eyes were wide and his heart sped uncontrollably.

A meeting with the king.

When he looked up to see if this man was joking, he couldn't find a trace of humor. The man was still standing there intact and frozen. Hell, he hadn't even blinked.

"Uhh..."

"Your majesty will wait for you." He excused himself. He took two steps forward and then stopped.

"By the way, I hate to tell you but this is not an offer you can decline."