"Don't you think you should've at least trimmed your hair to meet him?" Taehyung asked.

"You're one to talk. That messy hair of yours is getting longer everyday."

"I don't have to look presentable. I'm only the king's personal tracker."

Yoongi rolled his eyes and suddenly turned to face him. He pointed to his tie, "It's navy and your suit jacket is grey while your pants are black."

Taehyung shrugged, "Like I said I don't have to look presentable."

"Being my employee and all you should look presentable. Where is this human?"

"Down the hall to the left. I'm truly amazed you did not pick female contestants."

"Contestants? This isn't a game. I'm doing this for love." He smirked.

"You couldn't even say that with a straight face."

"Come on. I have a heart. Deep, deep, down. It's there somewhere." He shrugged.

"Yeah I figured your majesty. Otherwise you wouldn't be doing this."

"Right. It's better to get it over with so I don't have to owe this to my dead father."

"Hmm. You're saying it like it's nothing."

"Because it's not. I simply don't want to keep owing this to him. It's better to get it over with now. I don't want it to wait any longer."

Taehyung watched Yoongi wipe his hands on his well ironed dress pants. Despite being the most powerful mythical creature in Asia, he was so insecure.

Of course at times he was intimidating. When he got upset about something he could be really scary. But ninety percent of the time, he was a simple eighteen year old with a lot of power on his shoulders.

"Why not a female though? If I may ask." He was confused at his choice. Not that the male human was ugly. In fact he was gorgeous, but the king's previous hookups had always been female.

"Although females are a beautiful species, they unfortunately have the power to bear a child. I do not wish to bring a child into this world. Now or never. Having a male by my side changes things. I don't have to worry about that."

"Oh. I see. Pardon my intrusiveness."

"If I didn't want to answer your questions I wouldn't."

Taehyung nodded and continued,"Your majesty, if you're going to meet that human you have to be...tough."

"What?" He asked, turning to face him.

"This human is a little...manipulative. I'm sure you've read his file."

"Yeah. Well, I scanned it."

"Come on. You asked me to track him and then not read what I found out?"

"I trust you. My father did too. You've been with us for over three hundred years."

"Fair enough. Just be aware that although he may be intimidated at first, he will rebel. He's a captivating thing. Very...pretty and knows how to get what he wants."

"Oh really?" Yoongi asked as he got closer to the door. The sweet scent of Jimin's blood was stronger now that he was feet away. His mouth instantly salivated and although blood was not a necessity for him, Jimin's blood was.

"Don't tell me you didn't pick him for his scent?"

"That might've influenced my decision a little bit."

"Joy. I can definitely see how this can go wrong."

"I think sometimes you forget I'm your king."

Taehyung instantly bowed, "My apologies your majesty. I tend to get too comfortable with you."

Yoongi smirked, patting his shoulder, "I'm kidding. I'm getting in character. How was that?"

Taehyung straightened up with a frown, "That was good. Keep a tough personality."

"You should've seen your face. My apologies your majesty!" He childishly teased.

"Very funny. Very funny."

Yoongi stopped laughing once he was in front of the closed door. It was so quiet he could hear Jimin's heartbeat and labored breathing. He could tell that he stood behind the closed door attempting to hear their conversation.

"Nosey little thing." Yoongi whispered to Taehyung.

It would be impossible for Jimin's human ears to pick up on what he was saying. They were able to speak so fast and quiet that only another supernatural being would pick up on the conversation.

"I told you."

"Well, then. Shall we?" He smiled eagerly.

When Taehyung opened up the door, a wave of sweetness hit Yoongi. He inhaled while closing his eyes. This man, Jimin, had a scent he hadn't smelled in his one hundred and eighty-five years of life.

It was exquisite to the nose. How would he control himself around this fragile man? Would his desire to taste his blood be stronger than his self control?

Jimin immediately stepped back and bowed his head. "Your majesty." He said a bit winded. Taehyung stepped to the side as Yoongi walked closer to him.

He noticed how well dressed Jimin was. All black and he knew it was because he had come to the castle. Showing up in any other color would've come off as disrespectful.

Jimin nervously swallowed the knot that had accumulated in his throat. His eyes scanned the pair of shoes in front of him. The king had a smell, a peculiar smell. It was one he could not describe even if he tried.

It smelled good. Homey. Despite him smelling this good, his heart couldn't help to leap at uncontrollable speeds. The fear he felt inside was paralyzing.

His eyes slowly started scanning up his legs to meet his pale veiny hands. They had rings on almost all of his fingers.

Jimin released a shaky breath carefully straightening up, but before he could a loud raspy voice spoke. A voice that somehow sounded distorted. Was he just too nervous to concentrate on the voice?

"Did I say you can look at me?"

The voice was mean and demanding. Jimin quietly gasped, bowing more until he felt his lower back starting to ache.

"I'm so sorry your majesty. I am really sorry."

"Your majesty, maybe cut off the dick move. I told you to he tough, not an ass." Taehyung whispered.

Yoongi gave him a glance and smirked, "This is a little fun. He's so scared!"

Jimin couldn't quite hear what was being said. They spoke so soundless and at a high speed that his human brain couldn't make up words.

"Jimin, is your name correct?"

"Yes your majesty." He responded. His heart was beating so fast that he could barely understand him.

"You can straighten up, but no eye contact." The king said.

Immediately, he felt a sudden relief on his back. His heart was still speeding and the sweat under his arms was starting to pool through his shirt. He hoped that they wouldn't be able to smell him since their senses were heightened.

Jimin made sure to absolutely keep his eyes focused on the ground. His knees were starting to shake. As much as he tried to control his body he couldn't.

Just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, thick warm blood started gushing down his nostrils.

"Fuck. I—I apologize for my language. I get occasional nose bleeds." He mortifiedly said while clasping his nose to stop the blood.

Yoongi gulped and felt his hand automatically stretch towards him. He quickly stopped himself and looked towards Taehyung who seemed unbothered.

Jimin's panic worsened. Would this be the end of him? Technically, a vampire was not allowed to feed on a human without consent. But did this truly apply to the king of Caaia?

Taehyung handed him his handkerchief which Jimin gladly took. It was useless since his nose kept pouring. It seemed to happen when he got nervous or scared. This timing couldn't be worse.

"Are you going to say something?" Taehyung whispered.

Yoongi was too invested in the man in front of him. Holding the bloody handkerchief tightly against his nose. Why was his smell so addicting?

The silence felt eternal. Jimin was starting to feel dizzy. It could've been the fact that he was looking down the whole time while bleeding from his nose or the fact that he could feel the king staring at him.

"Your majesty? If I may ask why did you want me to come here?" Jimin's voice was quiet and frail. He didn't know if speaking without permission would get him upset.

Despite living in harmony with supernatural beings, being in front of two was very intimidating. Not to mention the king was the strongest of them all.

"Ah. I can't believe I forgot to tell you," Yoongi responded. He made sure to turn his back towards him and walk to the door. The whiff of his honeyed blood was starting to make him sick.

Not physically sick, but mentally. All the images that crossed through his mind involved Jimin being left on the floor drained.

If he didn't get out of the room, he didn't know what he'd do. So, he opened the door in hopes that the fresh air outside would distract him from his animalistic thoughts.

"You're going to be my new husband."