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Struggle

His friendship with Jimin and Hoseok grew as well. If he wasn't with Jungkook, he was with them. And if he wasn't with them, he was with Jungkook. He's never felt this close to anyone before, except maybe his mom, and it's nice to know he's appreciated. He can't lie though, what he has with Jungkook is... different. He likes him, maybe just not as friends. Maybe something more. It's a shame his beliefs started to crumble beneath his feet.

" 'Seok," Yoongi whines, "Do we really have to do this?"

It's the weekend, the skies cloudy enough to cast a shadow across Forks, and the air chilly enough to force a bundle up. And in Hoseok's opinion, the perfect weather to go hiking. Last night, Hoseok had begged him to just go hiking today so they could go to the viewpoint. This way Yoongi can get a "proper" look at the beauty of Forks. He didn't need a "proper" view, he knows just how pretty it is. But Hoseok insisted, and now here they are, hours deep into their hike and Yoongi's tired.

"My dear Yoongi, maybe if you stopped refusing to use those legs of yours, you'd actually be having fun! It's good to get some fresh air!" Hoseok exclaimed, stretching out his arms to embrace the cold. Yoongi scoffed.

"There's nothing "fresh" about the scent of my own sweat, Hoseok! I wanna go home!"

"Stop being such a baby! I'm gonna make you do some leg stretches now, your joints are all locked up. When was the last time you actually excelerated your heart rate?"

"Uh- last night actually. Took one look at my bed and thought I was going into cardiac arrest."

"Yoongi that's not- Whatever. I'm going to lock your ass up in a retirement home. How do you even manage high school? No wonder why you hit Jimin in the head that day, your bones are so fucked up they thought you were diving into bed!" He snorts. Yoongi squints.

"Was that supposed to be funny?"

"I'm plenty funny!"

The two of them continued to bicker, their voices rising in pitch, completely drowning out the sounds of danger. It's only when a branch snapped right beside them did they hush. Yoongi flung his head around, trying to find the source of the noise, but he couldn't see anything.

"Hoseok did you hear-?" Yoongi began to ask, but Hoseok quickly grabbed his hand and told him to quiet down. Yoongi watched as Hoseok looked around, his grip on him tightening in circuits.

"Yoongi we need to leave. Now." Hoseok hissed, now running fast enough to force their feet to stumble over each other. He tries to get Hoseok to slow down, but to no avail.

"Hoseok- hey! Calm down! We don't- fuck!"

A hand suddenly wrapped around his throat, but Yoongi was shocked at how cold it felt. It felt like an ice block molded around his neck, but when the grip tightened he knew it was a hand. A man, about the height of Hoseok, was standing before them. His eyes were blood red, hair blonde and mouth curved into a wicked smirk. Yoongi saw the tiniest glimmer of a fang, and he felt his blood rush around his body. He realizes that this isn't a human.

"Mm," the thing growls, "And to what do I owe this pleasure? Two humans? In my presence? God must've blessed me today."

The sound of the thing's voice sent shivers down his spine. The word 'God' sounds oddly like more of a mockery than a praise. Yoongi trembled in fear, his own hands grasping the one around his neck, trying to loosen the grip. It wasn't working, and as the seconds passed Yoongi felt his lungs constrict in his chest. He needs to fucking breathe. Hoseok isn't faring any better, he can feel the man's kicks trying to release himself.

"Can't believe it... I was just going to walk past but then I smelt it. Tasty scent of blood in these woods and I just couldn't pass up an opportunity to eat, could I?"

"Ple-please! N-no!" Hoseok gasped. He'd never thought he'd hear someone pleading for their life before, and it makes his head spin. Or is it the lack of air?

Yoongi begins to kick as well, effectively getting the man in the gut. He was hoping it would knock the wind out of the man, just long enough so that they could run. But he barely moves, and instead he grows angrier. In a second, Yoongi went from hanging in the air to being slammed against a tree, his head absorbing most of the impact. He lets out a pained wheeze, the man beginning to snarl in satisfaction. The warmth growing behind him is enough to let Yoongi know he's bleeding.

His eyes begin to grow shaky, his vision blurring out until he can only make out shapes and vague features. His body goes limp in the man's hold, hands slipping back to his sides. Yoongi watches as the man runs his tongue over his pearly white teeth, forcing the sun to glitter lightly around them. He leans in, mouth widening enough to bite a good chunk out of Yoongi's neck. He feels the graze of teeth on his skin, but suddenly he's crashing towards the ground. He crumples into Hoseok, their bodies intertwining in a mess of limbs.

His vision is flashing now, images of the world coming in and out as his eyelids grow heavy. But he sees it, he still does. The man who was about to bite him being torn about by another man like him. The man tries to put up a fight, tries to stand his ground but the person attacking him is clearly stronger. Overpowering him enough, he makes out what looks like hands wrapped around the person's neck before a figure comes into his line of sight. It steps closer hurriedly, dropping onto its knees in front of him, coming just close enough for Yoongi to make it out.

Jimin?

He blacks out.