Slave to a Vampire (BTS Jimin)

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I am sitting in the car, heading to the army base. I watch the passing scenery outside the window and think about everything that happened last night.

"I just wanted to apologise for hurting you last week."

"I want you to feel safe in my presence."

"I want to be your friend y/n."

I can't get those words out of my head. I hardly slept last night because of him.

"What has gotten into you Park Jimin?" I ask nobody in particular.

I woke up early this morning and was ready to leave by 6:00. Mark and I were the only ones awake at this time, which made things easier. I wouldn't have to explain my all black attire and face mask in my hand to Chris and Jimin if they were awake.

I look at my hands, that are resting on my lap and is immediately reminded of Jimin kissing them. A light blush appears on my cheeks and I smile like a complete idiot, just thinking about the way his soft, plump lips felt against my skin.

'I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him?- oh my God y/n what on mother earth are you thinking about?? What is wrong with you? Why are you thinking about such nasty things?!?'

I shake my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. I catch the driver looking at me weirdly through the rearview mirror.

"What are you looking at? Eyes on the road." I snap at him.

"My apologies Miss." He then looks back in front of him.

After half an hour we finally reach the base. We stop at the entrance gate and I quickly put my mask on.

A guard walks up the the driver's window and knocks on it.

"Who are you and state your business." The guard says after the driver has rolled down his window.

"I am Miss Morana's driver. She is here to train soldiers.

The guard then sticks his head through the open window to look inside. Once he sees me sitting in the back seat with my arms crossed, he walks into his little office to get a clipboard and pen.

The guard's partner, who's in the booth already, picks up the phone and talks to someone.

The guard comes back and hands the clipboard to the driver.

"Sign this."

The driver signs us in and the guards check the car for any dangerous devices that could be hiding under it such as bombs or trackers.

When they give us the ok, we enter the property and head for the main building.

The car stops in front of the main building and at the top of the steps is a middle aged man and a younger looking man. The driver exits the car and opens the door for me. I get out and breathe in the fresh air. I look to the driver and ask him a question.

"I'm guessing you will be taking me home afterwards?"

"That is the plan Miss." He responds politely and bows and gets back in the car and drives off.

I look at my watch to see that it is 6:55. 'Wow, a whole 5 minutes early. I'm overdoing it today.' I sarcastically think to myself.

I walk up the stairs to meet the two men.

"Miss Morana, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you." The middle-aged guy says.

I take a look at him. Brown hair that is greying and in the process of forming a bald patch at the top of his head, blue eyes, slight wrinkles, friendly face about 6 foot tall.