Dragon's Kiss (VMin)

Chapter - 2

*Recap*

     Jimin huffed at the voice, "I can't just leave!" He didn't know why he was whispering back to the voice in his head but he did it again, "I have to protect this creature."

     The voice snorted, "Ugh, you don't even know 'this creature', as you so elegantly put it. You don't need to do anything." The voice paused as the dragon bared it's teeth at the man. The man glared back at it.

     "Look! If you really want to save me, I need your blood." The voice whispered to me.

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     Jimin eyes bulged out, "Save.. YOU?!! You're the dragon? And wait! What do you mean by, you need my blood?!"

     The voice scoffed, "Yes, I'm the dragon. Congratulations, you have won the Can't-See-The-Obvious Award. And I thought I was pretty clear I needed your blood when I said 'I need your blood'. I swear, humans are getting dumber with each generation."

     The dragon's tone was sarcastic, biting and gave him the impression that he's just overall unpleasant. Still Jimin can't let the dragon die.

     Unease filled him at the idea of giving his blood to random mythological creature. "Why do you need my blood?" Jimin grumbled under his breath.

     The dragon grunted, "I could go into the specifics, sure, but we're out of time here." At the same moment the mist-man reached for Jimin and the dragon lunged forward, jaws snapping. The man backed away a few steps but then the mist started to reform.

     Jimin sighed, "Fine. I'll do whatever I can to help you."

     The dragon looked down at him, "It'll hurt. I warn you."

     Jimin looked at the reforming mist, "Whatever you say. Just.. get us both out of here?"

     The mist-man has shifted his approach once more, and Jimin felt genuine fear for the first time.

     'I wonder how I should give the dragon my blood? There's a glass on the floor, but even if I cut myself, how will I collect the blood? I wish I had my lab equipment, then I would've access to nee-'

     Jimin's thoughts stopped when he felt pain flair at his neck. He yelped and jerked forward, but arms wrapped around him, tightening, restricting his movement.

     In his hazy state, he looked at his waist, 'Arms??!!'. Suddenly he was dropped. He fell to his knees and immediately put pressure on his neck.
The skin was sticky but he barely felt a wound. He glanced back and saw another man.

     The man stared down at him, completely shocked.

     Jimin looked around, 'What! Where did the dragon go?'. He spotted the other mist man, looking equally surprised. Before he can react, the new man threw his hand out, but the mist-man disappeared.

     Jimin gawked at the new man. He was just as attractive as the other mist-man. Jimin blinked his eyes, 'Seriously, this has to be a dream. There's the mist-turning-into-a-hot-guy, disappearing dragons, disappearing men.. and now another hot guy?'

     The new guy looked at Jimin, "You're the Asphodel?"

     Jimin blinked back from his thoughts, "The what?"

     The new guy grabbed his wrist and jerked to his feet with ease. Before Jimin had the time to contemplate the unnatural display of strength, the new guy was inspecting his collarbone.