BLOODY LOVE( JIKOOK)

UNWANTED FEELINGS.

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YOUNG VAMPS' POV.

It is the first time i felt different , in a good way, where no pain or hurt was involved. My life as a vampire prince had never been good, considering the way my father disliked me for being a weakling. Were it not for my mother and great grandfather, i know my father would have already disowned me.

His hatred developed the moment he found out that i was attracted to men, and i loved being taken care of. In the world where vampires lived, the main relationships were those of a man and a woman. Where the man loved showing his strength at killing and sucking humans dry. It was like a test, to men, to show the high number of people they could kill in an hour.

It boosted their ego, to see women approaching them for a hand in marriage. To copulate and have children, to fall in love. Yet, when i grew up, my attraction to women repulsed me, but men brought a feeling of love, safety, somebody who could understand and relate to me and all my body.

Going to Seoul, was to help me get over that attraction, once my father realized i couldn't touch a woman when we would go out with my other brothers. They were absolutely easy with women , sex was their daily meal. My father was proud of having sons who could produce heirs, apart from me.

He despised me to a point of sending me away, to cure the 'disease' as he liked to call it.

Rehabilitation was his way of showing love to me, to help me get over attraction towards men. A vampire prince loving men was sinful, more sinful than rape , it was a shame to him, as the king, with mother still on my side, she couldn't dare raise her head to say no to him.

The rehabilitation centre caused depression, self-loathe to myself. I looked strong and happy on the outside, but inside i knew how i felt and what i needed, what i craved for. Inside i was dying from lack of love, need for approval, crave for touch, affection.

They said vampires weren't supposed to feel emotions, and that were built like stones, ruthless like demons( our ancestors) but what was this feeling , (or thing) bubbling inside of me whenever i saw Jimin?

Why did he evoke emotions, cravings , that were uncalled for? Why did blood pump so fast with adrenaline so high, and fangs aching whenever i saw him? These things weren't meant for a vampire, to feel, to need, or to crave.

Just looking at him made him want to go and hug him, to cry and to let go of what feelings were bubbling inside of me, and explore whatever i had felt.

Was i falling for Jimin?

I wasn't stupid, it was as clear as daylight that i was attracted to him. Yet was he?

Would he ever want us to restart and be friends? Who was i kidding? It was obvious nothing could work between him and i.

As he tried to stand up, groaning in pain, i felt the urge to help out, i walked closer to him , the smell of him blood heightening my cravings, yet i forced myself to be sane. "Let me help you", i asked calmly, inching closer to him.

But he stumbled back a little, holding out his hand defensively , shaking his head in annoyance."Don't come any closer young vamp". Is what he asked. His voice had always captured my heart, and ears filled with such tenderness, it was soft, manly, soothing to my unbeating heart.

Although his words hurt, i understood why he thought of me this way. Jimin had never been afraid of me, ever since i had cornered him, he had always been confident, even when they took him to the entertainment halls where he was beaten with a riding crop almost to death.

His confidence made me wonder who he was, wishing i could be like him against my father, what was his story and what creature he was. It was obvious Jimin wasn't just a mere human, anyone with brains could catch that easily.

The main feature: he always glowed, brightly, like he was from the sun. I hadn't gained much knowledge since my time was spent in the hospital trying to heal, trying to get aroused by women ( my father's recommendations). Hence i hadn't quite identified where Jimin was from.

"Ugh fuck , fine", he muttered, clearly annoyed by my presence or being unable to walk ?. Heck, My Father's minions had done a number his ribs and back, i was quite surprised he could at least stand up.

I inched more closer to him, his sweet blood driving me insane. It was as if he had sensed my resolute muttering a don't you dare , under his breath",

The moment i touched his warm hand to place it on my shoulder, i felt a spark, warmness to my cold hand, a warm fuzzy feeling that was beautiful. It was undescribable yet it felt powerful. I could see from the corner of my eyes that he had tensed and flinched, most probably from my ice cold hand or my touch, i didn't quite understand..

"Careful Jimin", i asked, as we walked out of the hell hole of the prison. I knew it was a crime i was committing, but i couldn't bare to see him dying. It was my fault why he was here in the first place. Just because i was selfish, and i wanted to know Jimin so badly i craved for him every bloody night.

Taehyung had helped me out , to plan it all, such that we would replace Jimin with a dead person, and later he would be claimed to be dead.

That way, i could help Jimin out, and let him go.
Yet why was it hard, to let him go?
Was i crazy for wanting him all to myself, so selfishly? Even after knowing him for just half a month?

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