Seperate bounds || Minsung

12. A Small Letter

Jisung was now in his room finishing up some music coursework for his final exams. It'd been a few hours since his friend's meetup earlier on the same day and now he was finally getting something done. As much as they're expected to do so much work he didn't get what the point of it all was. In around 2 months he'll be potentially leaving his current life for good and serve someone he doesn't even know for the majority of his new life. Expected to forget and move on from his family and current friends for one random vampire whoever it is.

He simply sighed as he tried to finish to the best of his ability. He'd been stressing for his exams all week, while still making sure to keep a balance between his work and personal life. It was still hard for the boy who was just 19. Same with his other friends.

Also another thing which was on his mind again. Minho. It was only a day still but he already was wondering what he was doing right now. Jisung wondered what sort of jobs Minho does working for a pureblood. Probably stuff like let them feed on you and help give files, maybe other odd jobs here and there, but he wasn't entierly sure since he'd never worked for a vampire specifically. Let alone a pureblood to even know what they do in their daily lives. If you didn't work for a noble or pureblood, you were bount be unaware of what happens behind the scenes.

How similar would their life aspect be to how humans were like in ancient times before. Would it be similar? Instead of vampires, a capitalistic society? Instead of vampires, hungry and greedy people in power through disturbing ways? Maybe a police force would be a thing, but those were things known by the ancients. It was a curious thing to think about. But equally something which was costing Jisung time to finish his work and revision.

"Jisung focus!" He mentally slapped himself as he went to carry on working on his laptop, but no matter how he tried, the thought of Minho serving a vampire was on his mind now. Before he hadn't specifically thought about it. But now he that he was, he was imagining all sorts of scenarios and things about it. One thought that came to him was the bite marks on Minho's neck. Jisung had seen them a few times. Sometimes there's rarely anything and his neck is squeaky clean, other days he has from a few little to a lot. And when he did see those times it made his blood boil. Either way, he'd notice Minho would always try hide them, as though he were ashamed to show them to Jisung. The only times he'd fully revealed them was the two dates they first met, yet instead of trusting the other more on it, Minho slowly started hiding them from Jisung. As if he were afraid.

Jisung had no clue why. But it annoyed him. The fact Minho was being bitten in the first place already bothered the quokka temper.

He hated having to know probably the same day or the day previous, that his boyfriend was being bitten on the neck for food. Even though it wasn't anything sexual like all those overromanticised stories about being bitten by vampres, he hated it either way. What if it was something sexual? What if Minho wanted it eagerly like one of those blood addicts yet hid it from him? But then what about the pain Minho mentioned came from it? It couldn't be. It couldn't be anything sexual or likable. He wouldn't know either way. Not truly unless he saw or experienced it happening. Jisung's mind wandered as he groaned. He shouldn't be thinking about it. Still it angered him. Potentially he was jealous. Potentially he was equally disgusted someone sees Minho solely as food when he's so much more. Plus how could he be aware? He didn't know what it was like first hand.

Just when he was going to actually remove himself of his thoughts and get back to work he heard a familiar voice come up from behind him as arms wrapped themselves around his body in the form of a back hug. With a chair in between. Jisung could easily tell who it was through the soft smell of his cologne and how warm he felt when he hugged the other. Jisung could never tell if it was actually the other's clothes or if he was actually that warm. Considering the other would sometimes act cold in self defense. "What're you thinking about?" Minho asked hugging the other, having approached from the now opened window yet again.