You were living a completely ordinary life, following your dreams in the city, until one night your life is thrown into a world filled with supernatural beings. You meet Kim Taehyung, a young vampire who saves your life. But, what happens when you b...
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*150 years in the past*
"Jin, how are you feeling?" the young man asks, placing a small water bowl on the bedside table. He takes a cloth and dips them into the water before ringing it out and placing it over the elder's forehand.
"I'm okay, Namjoon. I just need to rest more." He coughs a few times and shuts his eyes again.
"Hyung, you've been saying that for weeks. You're getting worse."
Jin shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, okay? You have to get to work."
"Not if you're still sick." He places his hand in Jin's.
"If you don't, we won't have enough to pay the tax collectors."
"If it weren't for those bastards we'd be able to afford medicine for you."
"Hey." Jin opens his eyes. "Don't worry about me. Go."
Reluctantly Namjoon agrees, sadly being a busboy isn't the best paying job, but it made enough for them to get by, so that's all that mattered at the moment.
As he's carrying a large bag of flour over his shoulder, Namjoon trips, falling to the ground and getting covered in dirt.
"Watch where you're going you roach!" a large, wealthy man spits out, and Namjoon grits his teeth.
"Asshole," he mutters under his breath. When he looks over at the bag, it's spilled open. "Damn it!" He yells and picks the bag up, careful to not spill any more than what already has.
Later that day Namjoon's boss found out about the bag, rather than getting simply tripped, he received a slap to the back of the head and a deducted pay.
When he walks to his small house and peers into the doorway of the bedroom Jin is still fast asleep, sweat running down his forehead while his body is trembling from the cold. Namjoon reaches into his pocket and pulls out the small amount of coins he received from work, not nearly enough to get help for his partner.
"There has to be something." He rubs his hand on his neck in frustration.
He sighs and picks his coat back up. It is now night time, and Namjoon was roaming the streets of his town. There weren't many people out besides the drunk men at the local tavern. Reluctantly, he heads inside. He wasn't there to drink, he didn't have the cash to be wasting it like that, but to simply get his mind off things.
He takes a seat at one of the bar stools and sighs. He rested his chin on his hands, looking down at the table.
"Having a rough night?" Namjoon looks up and sees a young bartender on the other side of the counter.
"Yeah, you could say that."
The man takes a large wooden cup and fills it with beer. He slides the cup across the counter. "Would you like to talk about it?"
