Blood of Mine || Jaemin

Chapter Four: Revenge, and a Little Bit More

One day ago, the night of Park Jisung's murder...

"I am Zhong Chenle, Park Jisung's betrothed, and I know who murdered him."

That is what the mortal had said on the night of his brother's death, drenched in blood and shivering in the cold, night air like the pathetic excuse of a human being.

It was unfathomable. Staring down at this mere mortal, who now claimed to be betrothed to his brother. Park Jisung, youngest of the Mors royal coven, and the purest by far. Suppressed rage boiled at the pit of his stomach.

They were sitting in the Cruor Night Club, one of their many establishments that they owned in the city center. It was used by only the most elite vampires in the city, but not exclusive to the Mors. Vampires from other established covens often frequented the club, as well as various supernatural creatures. Lupi Mannaris and La Stregas were often creeping around dark corners, thinking that they could not be seen, simply to get a peak of the club. If they would just walk up and ask to be invited, Jaemin would, because once they enter, they never leave.

The club was thriving that night. Mostros and mortals alike danced to their heart's content. This was the one place where monsters and humans could become one. Consider it as a paradise. A mirage. The establishments secrets were clearly written right in the walls---the final print--but they were too blinded by lust to bother reading it. Flashing neon lights, splashes of bright blues and pinks flickering across Jaemin's deliciously pale face as he sipped from his glass slowly, staring down the younger who was sat across from him, fiddling with his fingers anxiously.

Jisung stared intently at his own hands before mousy squeak escapes his lips. "I'm in love." He looks up.

Jaemin chokes on his drink. Jeno looks up from beside him, patting his back with concern. Taeyong, with those hawk-ears of his, swoops in and leans against the table with one hand, hovering over Jisung. Jaemin can already imagine the sickeningly sweet smile he must have on his face--the one you should never trust.

He coos. "Aw, has our little youngling finally fallen in love? Who's the lucky girl?" Taeyong leans down and takes Jisung's hands into his. "Oh, I'm so excited for you, Jisung. This is great news!" He turns his head over his shoulder to shoot a knowing glance towards the prince. "If only you could learn a thing or two from our Jisungie--"

Jisung clears his throat awkwardly and pulls his hands away to rub at the back of his neck instead. "He's a mortal."

Taeyong nearly breaks his neck from how fast he whips it around. Jaemin is choking on his drink again. Jeno grows even more concerned and the pats on his back become more frequent.

"What?" Taeyong and Jaemin say simultaneously.

The eldest sputters. "Jisung, this is outrageous. Do you know how many rules you're breaking by being with a mere mortal?"

The youngest winces. "I know."

"But you still did it?" Taeyong's voice lowers to a whisper, soft with understanding, and Jaemin feels bitter resentment prosper in his stomach. He's never been given the grace of empathy.

Nodding, his face morphs into one of lovestruck idiocy. It makes Jaemin want to barf. "I love him."

Taeyong nods, as if all of this is reasonable. He places a comforting hand on Jisung's shoulder as he pushes himself to his full height. "When will we meet him?"

A smile graces the youngers lips. "Soon. I've already proposed."

Inhaling softly, a ghost of a smile dances across his mouth as his hand comes up to ruffle his hair. "My, our Jisungie surely is growing up. I can't wait to meet him."