Blood Lust | kth

XXIV - helping hands

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The rest of the way was walked in silence, with Taehyung refusing to even so much as look Misaki's way.

"Thank god," the girl sighed to herself. She couldn't bare another second of that death glare he'd shot her right after- well, let's just refer to it as the 'incident'. If you know, you know.

The last time the brunette had been so embarrassed was when she'd entered a lecture hall, sat herself down in the front row with an open notebook, a bottle of water and a ballpoint pen, only to realize that she was in the wrong class.

That one had shot straight up her mental 'how not to embarrass yourself in public' list, earning #1 place in what was practically an endless saga of her barking up the wrong tree.

As for her most recent blunder, she'd need to create a special subcategory with the title 'how not to embarrass yourself in front of a hot guy' and have the incident pinned right at the top for future reference.

Oh for gods sake, Misaki. You've already established that he's attractive. It's time to move on! You spent enough time admiring him earlier and look where that got you.

Misaki shook her head absentmindedly.

She eyed the man across from her, all the while keeping a safe distance from him in the hopes that he'd eventually forget she was even there.

Though she knew too well that there was no fooling a vampire.

And let's not forget that he was also, potentially- according to that saleswoman from the store- a man with a lot of blood on his hands. A notorious assassin. After having witnessed a portion of what he was capable of, Misaki wouldn't be surprised if those rumors were, in fact, true.

"Who knows what's going on in that viscious, bloodthirsty mind of his," she thought with a shudder, shifting closer to Yeji's side. "Especially now that i've gotten under his skin yet again... what if he's plotting his revenge at this very moment?"

Misaki wasn't far off in her guess, but certainly not close enough to understand that the emotions overpowering Taehyung were much more complex than anger. Or that the thoughts swarming inside of his head were much more sinful than murder.

The vampire was subjected with a feeling of sexual frustration he'd never experienced before. The kind that got his heart racing in ways he didn't like for it to. The kind that threatened to push him to the point of spiraling out of control.

He huffed in annoyance. What was wrong with him?

How could she, a woman he had no particular interest in, have such a powerful effect on his body without as much as even laying a finger on him?

It had always been about her blood. That was all he had wanted since the moment he met her. Then why was he suddenly craving for more? Why, for the very first time, was he thirsty for something other than the blood coursing through her veins? It just didn't sit right with him.

Soon enough, every movement was beginning to feel like a chore. He cursed under his breath as he trudged across the springy turf, his figure tense and slightly hunched. His hands slid deep into his pockets, fumbling beneath the woven fabric of his dark trousers.

Misaki's eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they unconsciously followed his actions, refusing to keep her vision pure of his visibly conspicuous bulge.

Her gaze shifted to her sinful hand, which was still shaky from the contact.

He's so...