My Sire || Jikook

☆22. PROVOKED☆

🌼 WARNING ⚠️:

Depiction of Mature Content;

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Pecking Jungkook's lips one last time and leaving Jungkook, behind, who just watched Jimin running away teasingly with his cute giggles, but Jungkook had an expressionless face as he touched his own lips with his black painted nails.

Jimin ran away until he was turned into a narrow side-yard of the mansion, no longer infront of his Sire's sight.

Jimin's giggle disappeared as he fell weaker on his legs and fell down onto the grassy ground while panting hard, his eyes wide filled with tears.

He just lay still on the grass like a free fallen starfish under the open morning sky.

His chest heaving pants quite thicker and his right eye escaped a tear drop rolled down his side face to the grass as he grasped onto the grass. Being completely Expressionless. Numb like a dead body. But a heavy breathing dead body.

But then, he processed a simper and his teary eyes turned into those beautiful Crescents as he slowly lifted his hand just to touch his own lips those still had trace of Jungkook's saliva.

Only to realize that the bottom of his lips was bleeding.

Was it a start of a beautiful love Jimin had been imagining since the age of fifteen or he had provoked a really dangerous desire about his existence to his Sire?

Did he suddenly make his Sire view a perspective the man had never imagined for Jimin? Was his Sire's eyes were about to change for him or those dark eyes already used to secretly stare at Jimin with similar perspective?

Did Jimin fuck up a big time? Maybe. Was he scared? Maybe. Was he liking it? Maybe.

Jimin clutched on his shirt over his heart with a wide grin, rolling his head back on the grass as his cheeks were heated blushed.

Indeed, he had fallen in love all over again.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Jungkook was laying straight, staring up the white ceiling. Being on a cleanest white couch, his hands placed on his stomach neatly, with his right hand having his black crystal chain wrapped with his coin. Being in a black suit. With his black detailed badge of a Wyvern (dragon) pinned to his chest neatly.

While, a man around his age in a pastel blue dress shirt and white pants was sitting at a office desk a bit away.

They both were in a well relaxed looking office.

"You said you can fucking make it all good like how it was, guess I have to change my therapist" Jungkook spoke while expressionlessly staring the ceiling. "You are useless"

"My Sire, you were the one who forgot to teach him what personal space was" The man hesitantly mentioned and Jungkook harshly sit up only to toss something at that man with his rage filled gritted teeth all of the sudden as a sharp hurl.

That man dodged it with a hitched breath just to see the wall behind him to discern a sharp black fancy knife thrusted on the soft wall board behind him.

"You had said if he will remain a baby forever I will be fixed. I am tired of playing S.I.R.E" Jungkook emphasized while sliding down from the couch on his knees with his black hair a little messy and his therapist abruptly let go of his chair too to be on his knees too right infront of Jungkook.