Sweet Thirst

Chapter 23

                         POV

As Taehyung stood up from his chair, determined to carry on with his daily routine like he had been doing for the past three days, despite the weight of worry pressing down on him, he began preparing a French breakfast once again. With practice ease, he sliced the vibrant red strawberries, the sweet scent filling the room with a hint of freshness.

But in his haste, his focus slipped for just a moment, and the sharp blade of the knife nicked his finger. He let out a soft hiss of pain, immediately clamping his other hand over the wound to stem the flow of blood.

He glanced over at the sleeping child, careful not to disturb his peaceful slumber. The red liquid welled up from the cut, staining Taehyung's finger and dripping onto the cutting board. Despite the sting of pain, he remained silent, unwilling to disrupt the tranquility of the room.

As Taehyung's finger continued to bleed, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught his attention. He glanced up to see the wounded child, Jungkook, stirring from his slumber. But it wasn't just the movement that caught Taehyung off guard – it was the intensity of Jungkook's gaze.

As Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, they shone with an otherworldly red glow, reflecting the morning light in a way that sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine. And as he watched in astonishment, Jungkook's tongue darted out to moisten his lips, revealing teeth that seemed sharper and more pronounced than before.

A sense of unease washed over Taehyung, as he realized that the raven head was finally awakened out of his unending slumber.

As Jungkook's crimson eyes surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, a tumult of emotions surged within him. Confusion gripped his heart as he took in the sight of his reflection in the dressing mirror. Gone was the image of the youthful, beautiful adult he remembered. In its place stood a mere child of five, his features softened by innocence yet marred by the scars of unknown origins.

A wave of anger coursed through Jungkook's veins, his mind reeling with questions that demanded answers. How had he ended up in this strange world? And why had he been reduced to such a vulnerable state?

With trembling hands, Jungkook reached out to touch his reflection, his fingers tracing the contours of his youthful face with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. Each scar seemed to taunt him, a reminder of the trials he had endured and the mysteries that remained unsolved.

But beneath the anger lay a deeper, more primal emotion – a yearning for connection, for the warmth radiating from this human. He turned his attention back to the golden-haired boy who stood frozen at his place not able to believe the reality in front of his eyes.

The first thing that caught Jungkook's attention was the soft hazel eyes of the blonde. They appeared concerned and bewildered, but also troubled for him, although the cause remains a mystery to him.

The allure wasn't solely in his captivating gaze, but also in the luminous hue of his blond locks, radiating a warmth that drew attention effortlessly. His countenance exuded genuine concern, etched with lines of empathy, while his lips hinted at unspoken words, poised to convey comfort, Together, these elements formed an irresistible magnetism, quietly beckoning him towards this ordinary creature.

Despite his newfound form, Jungkook couldn't deny the pull he felt towards the human who stood before him, gazing at his wounds with unwavering care and devotion.

As he struggled to come to terms with his transformation, Jungkook's heart swelled with conflicting emotions – fear and longing, anger and gratitude, all intertwined in a complex tapestry of feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.