Top Jimin🚫🔞🚫

Fangs in Fate🍑🚫🔞🚫

Author's POV,

As the snowy road stretched endlessly before him, Jimin wandered into a world that felt as if it had been painted just for him-a canvas of white, soft and serene, each flake a whisper of winter's embrace. He was wrapped in a long gray coat that billowed slightly with the gentle breeze, the fabric a perfect contrast against the crisp, white snow blanketing the ground. His boot shoes crunched rhythmically beneath him, each step a note in the melody of the winter wonderland.

The snow fell like delicate feathers, layering itself upon his shoulders and the crown of his ear cap, while his dark chocolate hair danced freely, occasionally sweeping across his forehead. A playful flick of his head sent it tumbling back, revealing the intensity of his deep blue eyes. They mirrored the depths of the ocean, vast and enchanting-a gaze so profound that it made the heart ache with longing. But to me, they were more than just a color; they were portals to the heavens, calling me to dive into their hypnotic swirl, to explore the mysteries hidden within their cerulean depths.

His eyelashes curled gracefully, like silky brushes that painted shadows across his cheeks, framing those captivating eyes. His nose, slightly thicker than one might expect, added an endearing charm to his delicate features, while his lips, tinged with a blush of pink like the ripest strawberries, beckoned with an unspoken sweetness-tempting enough to consider perhaps, just for a moment, to lean in and taste the forbidden nectar.

But Jimin was no ordinary soul; he was a vampire, a creature of the night wrapped in the soft armor of kindness. Cursed by lineage, he had inherited not only the thirst but also the melancholic burden of his parents-a legacy of horror that shadowed their lives. While they danced with darkness, taking lives in a gruesome ballet, Jimin found his own harmony in the world of the living, choosing instead the blood of the innocent fawns and gentle creatures of the forest.

In this winter's embrace, Jimin was an enigma-an ethereal being caught between two worlds. As the soft snowflakes fell ever so gently around him, he carried within him a warmth that stood in stark contrast to the chilling air. The world might see him as a monster, but he had woven his own tale of compassion, crafting a path that shone brightly even amid the shadows of his heritage. Every step he took was a promise to himself-to be better, to be different, to redefine what it meant to exist as a child of the night.

And as I watched him, tracing patterns in the snow and leaving behind prints that would soon be swallowed by the elements, I felt a stirring within my heart-a longing to stand by his side, to share in the light he brought into the dark, and to celebrate the beauty that can emerge even from the most cursed of beginnings.

The memory clung to Jimin like a shadow, the chilling scene forever etched into the canvas of his mind, haunting him even as he grew. At five years old, he had been too curious, too naive, trailing behind his father with wide, innocent eyes that had searched for understanding but found only terror instead.

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**Flashback**

At just five years old, little Jimin's small feet moved silently over the cold floor, his pulse quickening with each careful step. The door to the hidden room had creaked open, just enough for him to see his father's shadow cast long and sharp against the wall, like a phantom stretching its fingers.

The man his father had brought stumbled, his face pale and trembling. A sickly light fell over the room, illuminating splatters of darkened stains, trailing down the walls and pooling around ancient bones that looked as though they'd been there forever. A cracked skull lay near the edge of the room, and young Jimin couldn't look away from its empty eye sockets staring back at him.

At just five, he couldn't fully understand what he was seeing, but he knew it wasn't right. His father's voice, usually so warm, was now harsh, laced with something Jimin didn't recognize-something cold and final. He watched as his father's hand clamped around the man's wrist, his grip like a vice as he dragged him deeper into the room. The man begged, his words swallowed up by the walls as he was forced to his knees on the floor littered with remnants of those who came before him.