JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Three

The attic was a lot different than Jimin had expected. It actually was an extra room with another sofa, like the one downstairs, and there was a table placed against the wall with a few books on it. Some of the books were open and Jimin was lost by the number of books messily sitting there considering there was a bookshelf standing right next to the table.

"Namjoon and Hoseok stay up here," Seokjin told him. Jimin didn't know who Hoseok was, but he nodded anyway.

He had also seen the downstairs bedroom, which had a nicely made bed in it. When he had heard that Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok lived here, he widened his eyes at Seokjin, earning the same in return. Seokjin looked just as confused as Jimin felt.

"You sleep in one bed?"

Seokjin chuckled at him. It made Jimin feel like he was missing out on something, like something had been so obvious. Instead of answering him, Seokjin turned to him and reached out his hand. Jimin stared at the handsome man for a good few seconds before he took his hand, being ignored.

He tightened his hand as he was brought further into the bedroom. Seokjin took him to the bed and looked down at it, then looked back at Jimin as if making fun of him.

"You tired?" he asked.

Jimin shook his head. He didn't feel tired at all, except for the thoughts running wild in his head. Other than that, he physically was not tired. He watched as Seokjin sat on the bed and smiled up at him knowingly.

"You're not tired," Seokjin stated. "Exactly." His words were hurting Jimin's head even more. "We simply do not sleep, Jimin. We rest here or upstairs, but that is all."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. "Could you please tell me what is wrong with us?"

Seokjin merely nodded. "I will tell you what is wrong with us, but we have no title. The only thing that we know is that we are dead," he explained as Jimin sat down on the bed next to him, feeling the bed sink below him. "Our hearts have stopped. The things that we can do, such as speed, sensitive smelling, having such great sight, and being so powerful, I cannot explain to you why those are a thing."

"The blood..." Jimin trailed off.

Seokjin stared at the wall of the bedroom, the wood being something to focus on. "The bloodsucking is a way of surviving. Some of us call ourselves bloodsuckers. It could be our title, if we wanted it to be."

Jimin didn't understand what that meant. Why would they suck blood to survive? Blood had never been a part of Jimin's daily meal, so why now? What did Si-Woo do to him?

"Bloodsuckers?"

A nod. "We drink blood to survive, as I said. Just like humans need food for strength, we need blood for strength." Seokjin chewed at his lip as he began to think more. "To be honest, I have no explanation for it. I'm sorry."

  Jimin hoped for more answers. He hoped that Seokjin could give him something other than this, but it isn't his fault.

  "Then, will you teach me?" Jimin asked him. He knew nothing about this lifestyle. Where would he get blood? He can't kill people all the time. He doesn't want to. Jimin never wanted to hurt people. "Teach me to survive, please. I will be out of your way if you will."

  The man nodded, his lips pursed. He wasn't looking at Jimin, but he was still focused on other things. "I'll help you," Seokjin told him, his voice calm. "There is plenty of work needed in this town and you will not get exhausted, so it should be easy to get you good payments. Finding a home will be easy here as well." He stood up from the bed and eventually looked down at Jimin. "Work hard, and do not hurt the townspeople. We will teach you how to control your thirst and what to feed on."

  Jimin nodded up at him, glad to not have to hurt the innocent people anymore.

  "Let's just rest for now." Seokjin walked towards the door of the bedroom and tilted his head, waiting for Jimin to say something, but he didn't. "You can rest in here."

  "Thank you," Jimin muttered.

  With a slight nod, Seokjin pulled the door to the bedroom and shut it on his way out. It felt like a fresh breath of air, finally being alone and finally not feeling suffocated. Now all Jimin can do is gather his thoughts.

The next day came before Jimin knew it. The sun had started to rise and it was odd, noting that he hadn't slept all night. He instead stayed up and thought about everything. He still feels bad for leaving. Still regrets letting Si-Woo come anywhere near him. He and Si-Woo were supposed to just mess around some. How had things gotten out of control so quickly?

According to Seokjin, Jimin's life was about to take a turn. One that he really, really wishes he could turn down, but he's already here. He's already turned into a bloodsucker, as they call them. There's no turning back. No rewinding time and no getting rid of Han Si-Woo.

He's lost himself, now.

He's no longer himself.

"Jimin?" At the voice, Jimin snapped out of his thoughts and tilted his head up, peeling his eyes away from the kitchen table. It was Seokjin that was speaking to him. He knew that before he even made eye contact with him. "We'll teach you some stuff today. You can freshen up and we'll get going."

He merely nodded his head at the older as he began to stand up from the wooden chair.

There really is no turning back.

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