• Selfish Prince • || KookMin

10. Proposing and warning

Jimin wakes up taking a deep breath. He lifts himself up with his arms and looks around. He puts a hand to his neck and like every time he has a strange dream, he thinks there will be nothing there. On the contrary, there is a huge wound between his neck and shoulder. It burns like hell and so he moans in pain as soon as he touches it and quickly pulls his hand away.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it" Jimin turns and crawls on the bed, away from where Jungkook is standing. Upright and calm, "Every second my throat feels like a desert devoid of water. I hope you can forgive me."

"Yo-you-"

"I am not a vampire" He hastens to report. "Such a creature does not exist. Not with a graceful appearance at least" Jimin backs further into the bed and his back collides with the headboard. "You must not be frightened. It's not in my mind to hurt you."

"It's... it's funny you should say that now." says Jimin with a crooked and confused expression.

"Yes. I understand."

To Jimin's surprise and confusion, Jungkook doesn't do anything for almost an hour. He just stands there. The man does nothing but admire him with absolute devotion. It is disturbing and confusing. There is no sadism in his gaze, nor in what can be perceived of him. There is only... longing, a pure and almost religious one.

"It was strange, really... Maybe because of how much I like you, I don't feel so thirsty now, more than nine hours later."

"Nine? I was passed out that long?"

"Yes. The lack of blood and the surprise were quite effective. I'm sorry" Jungkook apologizes again and Jimin purses his lips. "I think I could last more than two days without feeling anxious about liquid running down my neck."

Jimin holds his breath for the couple of steps Jungkook takes.

"Jin mentioned that you are a "prince" What does he mean?" questions Jungkook.

"For as long as I can remember, I've been called a prince. The title is nothing but of endearment. I am a nobleman nothing more." clarifies Jimin. Jungkook exhales.

"No wonder they call you that. You're more beautiful than all the princes I've ever seen" Jungkook praises and Jimin blushes. "Park... The Park family... Always second fiddle. Something tells me that, that hasn't changed."

"I can't tell you if we're 'second', my lord. We're just there."

Jungkook laughs. Jimin looks so genuinely lost, his political inexperience is obvious. Seeking to explain the nothingness and the inexplicable, Jungkook concludes that Jimin's blood tastes so exquisite because of it: it lacks the malice and bureaucratic thinking that embitters and destroys humans. Turning them against each other.

"Your family has gone to great lengths to get out in front of everyone" Jungkook takes a seat on the bed and before Jimin flees to take distance again, Jungkook grabs him by the leg. The grip is so strong, Jimin thinks he is in the clutches of a demon. A force he can't fight against. "I lost count of times they tried to do something against my family..."

Jungkook lifts Jimin's leg a little and he flexes it. Jungkook's caress sends shivers down his spine. It's gentle and unlike all the times he's been touched, there's not that bad feeling.

There's no alarm to run away or fear that suddenly, there's a man on top of him. Jimin just have this perfect nobleman feeling his skin. Checking out the texture, the almost non-existent hair, the perfect anatomy.

"Jimin, I need you to do something for me" Jungkook muses. "If your mission is to assassinate me, if that's your reason for coming: forget it. Forget your family. Forget that old life and have a new one here with me... Any longing in your mind, any need in your soul: I can solve it. I can eliminate any hunger you suffer from if you decide to stay."