Sacrifices || Jackson Wang \ Han Sanghyuk au

• Chapter 18 •

Yue.

That night, as I slept in the arm's of the boy that I was slowly, but surely, falling for again, I dreamt of a concept that I often found myself stumbling upon. Death.

In exactly a week, Hyuk and I would be put in front of the most feared man of our kind, only to be judged into a category of worth, or death.

Upwards of four centuries I had lived in Seoul, and not until that night, did the idea of being killed in the next week honestly scare me.

I had woken up, Jackson's warm arms wrapped around my shoulders, my dark hair a mess across his clothed chest. The couch was uncomfortable, but how we laid, so innocent, reminisced feelings of long before, that's what had me so okay with the situation.

Dawn had yet to set, and I, with too much lingering in my aged mind, stood up, pealing myself from the blond haired boy, inching my way into the kitchen, Jackson's subtle snores in the background. My hand reached up, dragging my finger along side the row of glasses that sat neatly on a shelf until my digit landed on one that fit my liking. Ironically, it was the twin to the one Leo shattered days before.

Leo. Where was he? That question often pulled it's way into my head lately, too. My heart ached, missing my big brother, and though I hated showing how I felt, I was close to breaking down worse than I had the night prior.

He couldn't have gone far, but that small amount of reassurance did nothing but put an idea embedded in my head that maybe, he did go far. Maybe he left for good, leaving me, if I lived, to be alone for the rest of my vampyre life after Hoseok and Jackson left.

Then it hit me, so subtle, but at the same time as if a wave had came crashing down. Jackson would leave alongside Hoseok after my judgment day. He would leave just as quickly as he came, just as he did all of those centuries before. I tried so hard to not be taken aback, but how could I have let myself wonder into such a familiar situation?

It should have ended that night when I woke up to him laying in my bed, reeking of alcohol and desperation. But no, Jackson made my heart stutter and my mind cloud, and now I, felt as if putty in his hands.

I was stupid, and even as I started resenting that man, my heart began swelling as my ears focused in on him waking, groaning lightly in the other room.

If this was his idea all along, to get me to give him my heart, only to leave with it again, it almost worked. Almost.

***

I had then decided that maybe my attitude was too negative for the tiny new addition that had been running around the house as her new father and uncle trained outside. I just laid in my room, my back against the white of my sheets and my silver eyes trained in on the ceiling as my ears had been intently listening through the walls at what was being said between Jackson and the toddler.

"Uncle Jackson?" She whispered, her voice soft and elegant. And it almost hurt my heart thinking of how it would remain so for decades and decades.

A never aging toddler.

"Yes Haru?" Jackson said, an eruption of laughter from the little girl and I could only imagine how he'd poke her buttoned nose, squatting down to look in her eyes, a whitened smile plastered on his face. A smile I wouldn't get to see anymore a week from now.

"I am hungry." Shit. Hoseok never took her to feed. "Can we bake cookies?"

I could hear how Jackson giggled. "I don't think you'll want cookies. How about we go out and I'll show you something really cool, alright?"

I was out of my bed and inches from the two so quickly, watching Haru's face light up when she saw me. "Good morning Aunt Yue!"

My words paid no attention to her, forcing them out at the man before me. "I'll take her."