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*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠𝟠

-나는 그들의 것, 그들은 내 꺼야-

our laughter died down when we saw him sitting at the dinner table, waiting for us to arrive home. "hyung," mingyu rubbed the back of his neck, "sorry we're so late."

"where are the others?" i looked around the room.

most of the time, all of them are in the living room, talking about useless things, something that would draw away their minds. but seungcheol was sitting along, sipping on a glass in the darkness.

"wonwoo is going through one of his episodes, so vernon went to go find blood for him," "there isn't anything here?" mingyu stepped forward, the sheepish demeanor he previously had diminished, becoming serious with concern.

"he's used it all up," seungcheol relaxed on his chair.

but when he met my gaze, he became stiff. "don't you get any ideas," he pointed at me, "last time, i let it slide." he narrowed his eyes for a moment.

of course, he knows.

"you are not going to become a human blood bag for him."

"it's not my intention to become that," i stood my ground for once, "i just want to help him."

i hate to see him suffer so much, knowing very well that there is something i can do to stop his pain. i'm done feeling so helpless with everything.

"and i understand that," he nodded, "that's why you're the last resort."

he stood up from his seat, placing down his cup and putting his hands in his pockets. "if vernon can't find anything tonight and every other way for us to get him blood is exhausted, you're going to," he walked towards us. there was a calmness to him.

"i hate seeing him like this just as much as you do." i let out a shaky breath for a moment.

we all care for him. all of us. he's doing what he thinks is best for wonwoo and so am i. but i suppose for now i should listen to him.

"okay."

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we waited for hours for vernon to call, to tell us that there's blood for wonwoo so that his pain goes away. hours fidgeting at my nails. but those hours turned into a day, and that day turned into night.

i just said that i would stop feeling helpless! i groaned, rubbing my head out of frustration.

"seungcheol, when is vernon going to call? is he scouring all of london to find blood?!" i snapped at him.

he had been peacefully reading a book by the window, completely captured by the pages in front of him; it was almost endearing how much attention he was putting into reading his book.

"we aren't going to do anything until he calls," he didn't look up.

"this is getting ridiculous!" i let out a puff of air, walking away from him to sit beside mingyu in the dining table. he had made himself a light snack before he went to sleep. in times when there is much trouble, mingyu always distracts himself with something; whether it be painting, going out for a walk and taking pictures, cooking, eating, anything to keep himself from getting stressed over the matter.

"how can you eat at this time?" i muttered, laying my chin on his shoulder, trying to get him to look at me.

"because it's a nice distraction," he smiled, "here. eat this."

he placed a piece of cake on my lips, forcing me to eat it. "as good as it is..." i started, " i don't have the biggest appetite at the moment," i said as i chewed, my cheeks inflated.

i was met with the most charming smile. "you always like to look at the bright side, don't you," i muttered through my blush. "it's the only way to get through life," he chuckled at me.

i leaned forward, my nose coming into contact with his, inching closer to his lips. All that separated us was our breaths. i could feel his breath on my lips, his cold hands wrapping around my waist.

how did this happen so suddenly?

but just as our lips were going to touch, the phone finally rang.

i jumped to my feet, pushing him away from him.

i felt a flurry of butterflies come through me again as i looked at him, but i ran in the other direction to where seungcheol was sitting, about to answer his phone.

"is that him?" i ran to his side. with a simple nod from him, i felt relief wash through me.

wonwoo was finally going to get help, whether it be from vernon or me.

"did you find it?" he answered the phone, not wasting any time and getting directly to the point.

seungcheol had a calm composure, his breathing was even and quiet.

there was a silence that filled the room. the only sound i could hear was my breathing and mingyu walking to stand behind me, his hand on the small of my back.

i was hopeful that wonwoo would finally get help.

but the moment the look of disappointment appeared on his face, i knew i was being naive. naive to think that it would be that simple. that the world would be kind enough to give me this, this small thing, to help the man i love.

"he didn't find anything, did he?" i heard wonwoo sigh behind me. there was clear disappointment in his voice, maybe even fear as to what was going to happen next.

he's going to have to feed on me now.

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an uneasy aura fell on us the moment wonwoo said that, and seungcheol's confirmation helped matters.

i looked around, at their faces and demeanor, especially seungcheol's. he's the one i must get approval from for what happens next.

a/n hey guys! sorry i was gone for so long, my school work has been taking up most of my time now and i know this is a shorter chapter (shorter than usual) and i apologize for that but i barely have time for myself at the moment, hope you guys understand! i'll be back soon.

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