Beauty of love (DISCONTINUED)

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As soon as I reach home, I go to my room and let myself drop on my bed with a big sigh of relief, every muscles finally relaxing and letting go of the tension.

Today was... different.

It was the same as usual, but also different.

The five new students are most definitely all vampires, that much is certain. They appear to be forming a coven, maybe mates, who knows, and there's that aura around them that seems to just pull everyone towards them.

They scream respect and authority and the world would be damned if they don't get exactly that, their reluctance in merging with the other students particular.

But then there's the one in my maths class, the one who helped me to solve the board first, then to get away from the teacher.

His presence felt so soothing to me, far from the intimidating aura they try to keep up and it's the same with Taehyung too, it felt right to have him so close. They both pay me attention, contrary to what everyone keep saying of them, that they won't talk nor look at anyone who isn't their coven.

I might not have had a full conversation with either of them, but unless my brain is deceiving me, I got a sort of interaction with them, it has to count for something, right?

Could it be because we're both quiet? Because I'm not always screaming? But in that case, I'm not the only one like that, it can't be for that reason, but I will admit that the silence that surrounds them feels nice from the usual loudness that comes from the people surrounding me.

It's not everyday you meet people who don't want to deal with others, so it's a little fascinating. A part of me wants to understand them, to pierce that shell that seems to surround their group.

But more importantly-

"I can't nap" I whine loudly as I roll to my side, eyelids parting and allowing me to see the door open, one that reveals a scary Rosé who stares at me like I'm a disappointment and I mean... I probably am.

"Then clean your room. I can smell it from the living room. Please".

And she closes the door, leaving me alone again.

I huff.

"Of course she's going to smell my dirty clothes, damn sensitive nose" I mumble, only to jump when the door opens again, but this time loudly.

I slowly look up to see her glaring at me, eyes narrowing, brows furrowing, lips into a tight pout.

"I'm not a dog" she blurts out, to which I frown.

"I didn't say that?". "But you thought it".

I don't retort.

She's right.

Her eyes flash yellow all of a sudden and I tense up, immediately feeling like I'm in danger, and as much as I hate to boast, my sixth sense isn't half too bad for a human, so that means I'm not wrong. Probably.

The thing with this colour is that I don't know what to expect from it. It can mean so many things. Is she simply happy? Curious? In a teasing mood? Is she just feeling friendly? What do I do?!

She starts walking towards me, feet kicking my clothes aside as she goes to create a path and I admit, I'm starting to be scared.

Her shiny orbs stare at me and then...

"I'll show you what a dog is truly capable of!" she screams as she jumps on me and I groan into my pillow when I feel her weight flatten me like a pancake into my mattress, her fingers then going on a tickling war, no forgiveness in the way she finds all my sensitive spots and the nightmare begins, my screams quickly erupting from my mouth, pained laughter that is nowhere near sincere.