Blood Water // Park Sunghoon | ON HOLD |

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Aura's P.O.V

After navigating through a labyrinth of short twists and turns within the mansion, Jungwon led me to the kitchen, where the curtains were drawn shut, and the ceiling light was illuminated. As I step inside, my gaze inevitably wanders over to the countertop where Sunghoon and I shared an unforgettable encounter last night. A rush of heat floods my cheeks, but I swiftly banish the intense memories, focusing instead on opening the refrigerator door. 

Inside, my eyes widen at the sight of numerous jars and bags of blood—the sole contents of the refrigerator. Various labels catch my eye: deer, which Sunghoon had offered me the previous night, other animals, and then those marked with human blood types like A+, O-, AB+, etc. The presence of human blood isn't shocking, considering the nature of my hosts, but I decide to stick with deer for now. Reflecting on the previous night, I remember how Sunghoon had chosen the deer blood for me without inquiry, as if he instinctively knew my preference.

"Do all of you drink human blood?" I blurt out, seizing the deer blood from the fridge and pivoting towards Jungwon. 

He lingered in the doorway, observing me with curiosity, and gave a slow shake of his head. "No, but most of us do," he responded coolly. I nodded slowly, taking a seat on one of the stools and sipped from my glass of blood. A sigh of satisfaction escaped me as it quenched my thirst.

"Who doesn't?" I inquire, my curiosity piqued.

"Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Heeseung." He remarks and I nod my head, for some reason that made sense to me, and I smile softly, relieved that Sunghoon, out of all of them, didn't participate in feeding on humans. 

"You didn't...kill...the people that the blood in the fridge belongs to...did you?" I nervously inquire, my voice barely above a whisper. It's not just about Jungwon, but all of them who have a taste for human blood. Relief floods through me as he shakes his head, dispelling the dark thoughts swirling in my mind. 

"We obtain that blood from blood banks," he replies. I wasn't fond of that answer either, but it was preferable to killing. "Tell me about the dream you had last night," he abruptly shifts the topic, causing my eyes to widen as I look up at him. I hadn't noticed he had overheard so much of my brief conversation with Jay.

"I...I was trapped," I stammer, the memories of that terrifying ordeal flooding back. Jungwon's eyes lock onto mine, silently urging me to continue. "Sunghoon was there, but it was like... like I was in this nightmare where the doors wouldn't open, and he couldn't reach me," I struggle to explain, the panic of the moment clawing at my chest.

As I recount the events, Jungwon moves closer, taking a seat on the stool next to mine. "And then Jay...Jay showed up, but even with him there, it was like...like the flames were closing in around us," I whisper, the fear still fresh in my mind.

"But then, Heeseung and Jake... they appeared out of nowhere," I continue, the images playing out vividly in my mind. "They had to pull Sunghoon away... he was... he was hurt badly," I admit softly, the weight of the moment and the image of Sunghoon's burnt skin settling heavy on my shoulders.

"And then I woke up," I conclude, noticing a flicker of emotion in Jungwon's eyes that looked much like sorrow.

"Do you mind if I take a look?" he suddenly asks. My eyes widen in realization—he intends to use his power to witness the dream through my eyes. I give a slow nod, aware it might cause a slight pain, yet I am desperate for any information or insight that might help me comprehend my situation.

His gaze locked with mine intently as his hand gently came to rest upon mine, which laid on the counter. I wince as the dream flashes through my mind, hissing in pain slightly as his eyebrows furrow as he concentrates on the scene before him.