Bite me if you can || Yoonmin

Chapter 10

Jimin P.O.V
I found myself tossing and turning, a cold breeze brushing past the back of my neck as I rubbed my face into the soft pillow.

Then it hit me.

I shot up, a lot quicker than I would of liked as a shooting pain ran through my whole body, my legs shaking a little at the feeling.

My eyes glanced around the room infront of me. I was confused. I was currently sat crossed legged on my own bed, Im more than positive that me and yoongi... Well fucked but how the hell did i get back into my own room.

I groaned as i leaned across the bed to the desk, quickly grabbing my phone to check the time. 6am.

SHIT!

I literally jumped from my sheets, instantly regretting it as the same pain as before ran down my legs causing me to face plant the cold flooring.

Id slept for nearly a whole day and I was going to be late for work, but how the hell was i suppose to work like this, i couldnt even stand up.

I let myself lie there, bare back pressed agaisnt the floor, legs still half on the bed and arms spread out. I honestly didnt know how to feel right now, angry? Sad? Happy? How was someone suppose to feel when the just slept with there blood craving vampire neighbour?

I pulled myself from the floor, another groan leaving my mouth as I plopped agaisnt the bed, once again grabbing my phone to text Jin.

Me:
I wont make it to work today,
Fell over and hurt my leg yesterday,
Sorry.

Jin hyung:
thats fine my little mochi, rest up,
want me to come bring you food!?

Me:
No thank you hyung, just
gonna sleep, thank you.
See you tomorrow.

Jin hyung:
Okay!! See you tomorrow

Sometimes I was reallt grateful that Jin was like a mother, he cared to much to question when you were ill or injured.

I placed my phone back onto the bed, leaning back a little to rest my head agaisnt the pillow when something caught my eye. My head turned towards the table, a small white bag sat across from my lamp.

That wasnt there before, was it?

I found myself struggling to walk over to it, quickly pouring the content onto my bed as I crawled back under the covers searching for warmth.

My face began to heat up. If I wasnt sure if yesterday happened before I was now. Infront of my lay my once white T-shirt, now stained with blood and precum, a small box of tablets and a letter?

Part of me didnt want to know what it said, I wasnt sure why but an odd feeling formed in my stomach as if something really bad was going to happen, like an earth quack or the return of king Kong.

I found myself sighing as my eyes scanned the content of the note. I wasnt sure how I was meant to feel about this, annoyed I was just hook up, a free shag, a mistake. Glad that it wasnt something serious, that I could forget about it, I could act like it never happened. But part of me felt like crying, I could still smell him on my skin, I could still feel the burning sensation of his touch; why did he effect me so much.

Jimin,
im sorru about yesterday, it was a mistake, forget it even happened.
Sorry about your top.
Wash the bites.

Yoongi.

I wasnt really sure what else I was meant to do but sleep. This happened all the time to people right? One night stands and all that? So why did I feel used, like id just been thrown out. I felt like shit, like death and for some strange reason my chest hurt, I felt like screaming, like crying, running next door and telling the white bastard to keep his pills and bullshit but all I could do was lie there, let my head sink into the pillow and pull the sheets over my body.

I felt dirty.

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I woke feeling hungry, the same craving I felt every day taking over my body, the need to drink consuming most my senses.

The pain in my back had practicality completely gone, good job I healed quickly wasnt it. I slumped my legs over the edge of the bed, walking slowly towards my draws to grab a jumper but found
Myself stopping. My eyes scanned my body in the long mirror, my bare chest being covered in in scratched, red marks, bruise. I was staring that much at my chest I nearly didnt even realise the two white plasters that had been placed over the bites, one on my shoulder then othet of my thigh.

I found my fingers tracing over mt shoulder, slowly pressing into the would underneath just to feel some sort of pain, to know i wasnt imagining it all again.

It was odd really, a few hours ago I was so angry, so annoyed that id let my need for skin contact and the undying urge to sink my teeth into something take over me, to the point where I let a stranger touch me. But now I couldnt help but smile, it was an odd feeling that was growing in my stomach, it was like id been marked by someone, like I was only there's even though I knew that wasnt the case at all.

Even though it was a mistake, he took the time to clean me up and bring me home, could I really hate him that much?

I realised how for the first time in my life I wasnr actually over thinking something, or over reacting, not that much anyway. I usually analysed everything, worked myself into a crying mess and maybe anyone else in my situation would of but I couldnt. I found myself smiling at my reflection in the mirror my fingers still tracing over the plasters.

There was something about the way yoongis scent lingered on my skin, the way I could still feel his lips drag along my collarbone's, that I couldnt, even if i tried, over think, over react or hate him.

I guess it was just one of those one time things that id have to live with... But god was he good.

So the story plot for this you ask? I have no idea Haha. Like what am I even writing?