hoodwink -- bts

chapter seven [woozy]

The pieces of oat stood in a pile, staring back at me silently. My fingers gripped the spoon but the hands attached to them would not move from the table.

I was sure my eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep and the hangover hit harder than I remembered. My thoughts left me feeling half-dead with just my heart keeping me alive. The morning events had killed every last bit of energy I conjured from the hour of sleep I had managed to get.

The silk robe left for me in the bathroom was slipping off of one of my shoulders as I hunched over the kitchen table. My fingers were caught in the knots of my damp hair that I had forgotten to brush after showering.

'You look like a drug addict.' Shrugging her shoulders, Minji took a seat across from me with a large bowl of fruit.

'Seriously, what the hell happened last night?

I could feel the gaze of everyone in the room turn to stare at me curiously. Everyone had made it into the kitchen for breakfast, except for Jungkook and of course, Taehyung. I promised not to say anything, but it was proving hard to keep my lips sealed especially when the bite mark burned into the flesh of my neck with each move.

'I'd rather not talk about it.' It was simple and hadn't given anything away, or hadn't yet anyway.

'Well our little Jungkook is passed out in his room and half of the booze is gone, so I don't think it's that difficult to imagine what happened.' Yoongi looked inside one of the already open pantries with a disdainful expression.

I cursed underneath my breath, my limbs began twitching in distress. They had arrived back before I was able to dispose of anything, leaving the two of us seeming like two teenagers who drank for the hell of it on a Friday night. Not that it wasn't completely a lie, in fact it was actually a spot on description but no one wanted to be seen in that kind of light. It wasn't very pleasing to think about.

An uncomfortable silence returned as everyone ate or read the daily paper. Without saying another word, I stood up from the table and excused myself down the hall and up the stairs. The small chatter picked up once I wasn't around to hear it.

As I reached the room I had been sleeping in, I slammed the door behind me and crashed back onto my bed. The feeling of a million needles prickling every inch of my body made my body feel lethargic and immobile.

I had no plans to leave my room for the rest of the day, bathing in my shame after finding out that everyone knew of the little incident last night.

Burying my head into the pillow deeper, I groaned in agony and self-disgust. I had fallen asleep in the bathtub this morning and Jimin had to fish me out before I drowned in the freezing cold water. My credentials were thankfully covered quickly but my eye still twitched at the thought of having slipped into sleep in the bathtub of all places.

It almost felt as if someone had bashed my head into a wall a few times. The pulsing and pounding had been alleviated a bit after bathing in the cold water.

A knock sounded from the door, prompting me to sit up and answer them from the bed. However, before I could utter a word, the door swung open, revealing Taehyung in sweats and an oversized tee shirt.

He raised his eyebrows once he spotted me in nothing but a thin robe and tall socks, lying on the bed in utter pain.

'Follow me.' Turning around, he beckoned me with one finger and walked back down the hallway.

I was slow to get on my feet, reluctantly following after him down the corridor to the very last door. The one I had seen two nights ago where the strangled cry had frightened me out of opening the door.

He opened it with ease and I entered in after to take in the layout of his own room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary or odd, in fact it looked to be a relatively normal living quarter.

Rather than tidy and next, papers were scattered over a large desk with books flipped open to pages. A large painting of the cosmos was displayed right above the metallic desk. It was an oil painting with lots of detail and precision put into it.

He grabbed a spare desk chair and placed it in front of his desk, with a simple command.

'Sit.'

The chair creaked under my weight as I shuffled my feet nervously. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me in a state like this, but it was already too late.

'How are you feeling this morning?' I was taken back by his sudden question. Clearing my throat, I spoke out in a clear voice.

'Fine, thank you.'

The book he had been flipping through was closed softly while his fingers played with the leather binding on the sides.

He tilted his head to the side, still eyeing the book.

'Funny, that's not what Jungkook told me this morning.'

I froze in place, my breath hitched in my throat as. He had threatened me the previous night not to tell anyone, yet it seemed to me that he went back on his words and told someone else.

'I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what it is you wanted to talk to me about...'

'He bit you last night, that's what I need to talk to you about.' Slamming the book down onto the desk, he took a seat on the other metallic chair, looking straight at me.

'It wasn't just the fact that he bit you, but you initiated the conversation leading up to that. Do you understand what happens when two vampires of different kinds bite the same person?'

I shook my head slowly, shifting my gaze down to my feet.

'The victim dies. It's a wonder how you lived to see another day, I was sure you were a goner. Perhaps it was all the alcohol flooding your system but I'd still count my blessings if I were you. It was not your decision to make last night.'

'Would it have mattered if I lived or not? According to what I've been told, I'm only here so I won't spread the word of vampires living in the city. It's not like anyone will believe me anyways.'

'You're nothing but a blood concubine, for my use only. If I catch you feeding another person one more time, I'll kill you myself.'

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