To love you is in my DNA

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When you first found out the artistic Victorian-styled palace of the royal highness of werewolf species was named Bulletproof, a name suitable for a teenage gang, you laughed your ass off. But then Taehyung explained the story behind naming it. When they were younger they had to face a lot of responsibilities and problems because of the sudden death of Jungkook and Jin's parents who were the previous Alpha king and queen. So they had taken an oath to always be there for each other till death do them part and be strong no matter how many bullets their cruel life shoots at them. So they kept their group Bangtan Seonyeondan and named their castle under it.

Coming to the dining room with a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies you heard the sweet voice of the person who had been avoiding you like you have some extremely dangerous communicable disease.

"Ummm this is the best banana milk ever. Jin hyung, make one for me too," Jungkook moaned after stealing two sips from Taehyung's glass of banana milk. 

"I didn't make it. Imma if you like it so much go and make it yourself. Instead of ordering someone who is eight years older than you, why don't you make one for me too? Remember don't put something weird on it like how you put chocolates in the ramen you cooked for Taehyung last time." Jin jestingly scolded him and he groaned in complaint.

You admired the fact that although they were royals and had a horde of people serving them they still did the basic work like cooking, making their bed, cleaning their rooms etc whenever they had free time from their busy schedule. They also treated all the palace staff and the men working under them with the utmost respect.

All of this made a deep sense of respect blossom in your heart for these down-to-earth alpha males. Placing the tray in the huge dining table you returned to the kitchen and made a glass of banana milk. You slowly walked back to the dining table and put the glass in front of Jungkook.

"I think I am full." He dropped the fork in the quarter-eaten bowl of Jajangmyeon and marched out of the room. You looked at his back in dismay and lowered your head in sadness.

"Hana don't be disheartened our Jungkookie is not himself these days. He will come around soon. Then I promise you that this storm things between you will calm down too." For some reason, the words Seokjin spoke felt like that of someone trying to soothe a wife who was lacking her husband's affection.

"I am fine Jin oppa. I am used to it now but since he loved it so much I thought that even though he doesn't want to talk to me or see me he will still have it. I didn't think that he disliked me to the extent that he will even leave without eating."

Taking a seat at the table you rested your elbow on it and placed your head on your palm.

"Umm when you say it like that. looking at it from your perspective it really looks like he hates you, doesn't it? Don't worry it's not like that." Hoseok smiled at you but your heavy heart only gained more weight.

"Hoseok hyung is right. Here eat this and don't forget the special bloody pomegranate juice." Taehyung served you the noodles taking special care to add a lot of vegetable toppings skipping the pork meat.

Since you were so disgusted that you nearly fainted the first time Taehyung had tried to feed human blood to you, his inventive mind had suggested mixing it in juice and cold soups. It was a shock to you that you didn't dislike the taste but the punk always had to irk you by emphasizing that it was human blood every single time. You huffed and took the chopsticks to start eating.

"Why does he hate me?" Shoving a mouthful of Jajangmyeon in your mouth you think about how every time Jungkook treated you like you didn't exist or walked away as soon as he saw you for the past two weeks.

An unexpected vision materializes in your mind—a partially clad Jungkook, his glistening physique enhanced to an exquisite degree, as droplets of water cascade down his skin. His seductive figure, reminiscent of the Greek god Adonis, captivates your gaze. Your thoughts drift to the reddish-purple mark you left on his milky-white chest, causing you to choke on your food at your indecent thoughts.

It was a persistent nagging thought: If he truly despised you, why would he personally transport you here and choose his own room out of countless others in the castle?

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Smash, a loud sound filled the room as Jimin threw the glass in his hand at the wall.

"What do you mean by you need more time?" He gave a death stare to the two spies in front of him.

The temperature in the room started getting colder and a thin layer of ice began to form in the legs of the spies holding them in place. They cried and begged for mercy but the ice only spread more and finally covered all of their body.

"Enough, you are going to kill them" Jackson's commanding voice resonated throughout the room and he came to stand in front of him blocking his view.

"Try to control your powers Jimin and don't forget that you are not the only one worried about Hana. We will find her soon. Don't do anything stupid that will put you on the council's radar, it will only make things worse."

"How much more will I have to wait? She has been lost for nearly two months now." He slouched down in the chair and covered his face with his palms.

"You guys can leave. Make sure you find something about her soon or I will skin you both and all of your men alive." Jackson shouted and the petrified lower-breed vampires rushed outside giving a small apology to them.

"I want to die." Jimin kept on hiding his face under his hands as desperate tears rolled down his eyes one after another.

"Hana I was wrong please come back to me. It hurts like hell Jackson, I won't be able to survive without her."

Bringing his legs up he sat down in a crouching position and supported his head by his hand as he cried helplessly.

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