Blood Slave || HimUp

Chapter 2

The next morning Jongup woke with a massive headache. He groaned when the sunlight hit his eyelids and rolled over in what he believed was his bed. He felt himself beginning to drift of back to sleep until the memories of the night before flashed through his mind. The bartender that he almost had sex with in the washrooms of the bar. Hearing his best friend yell for help in an alley and followig it only to remember when he was half way in the alley that, Heejoon could take care of himself. Jongup has seen his best friend fight people twice his size and come out with barely a single scratch. He remember panicking when he had looked up and saw four men staring down at him from the roof of the bar. The faded memory of turning around to leave the alley flashed through his mind. The only other event that he could recall from last night was being knocked out and waking up to five men saying that they were vampires and he had been chosen to be their blood slave.

Just then Jongup burst out laughing, which was followed by a groan when the pounding in his head increased, and shoved his face back into his pillow. "Must of been one hell of a night," he grumbled to himself. He laid still for a moment or two before opening his eyes and freezing when he saw walls that definitely weren't part of his owm bedroom.

Immediately, he pushed his body into a sitting position and looked around the room in confusion, trying to figure out how he got there. That is until he remembered the five men that told him that they were vampires and he was their newest blood slave. More confused than before, Jongup quietly got out of the bed and tiptoe to the bedroom door. He then stopped and looked down to make sure he was wearing clothes, which, to his own surprise, he was. He approached the door and grabbed the handle, twisting it lightly and opening the door slowly. He peeked out the door and saw that their was a hallway. He poked his head out and saw that one end led to another part of the house and the other led to a downstairs.

Where am I? Thought Jongup in utter confusion. He decided to step out of the bedroom and began walking towards the stairs. He had feeling that the living room and kitchen were down there. Jongup knew that someone of the household had to be in one of the rooms.

Quietly, Jongup crept down the stairs and was greeted with the kitchen, which he found very nice. It had black cupboards and black marble counters that had a shine to them. The cupboards also have glass windows and a two-door fridge with an ice maker. Jongup wondered if he actually landed himself a 'Sugar Daddy'. He was hoping he didn't.

"Youngjae ah~" A familiar accent called from another room. Jongup turned around in the small hallway that he believed led to the living room. He silently walked down the hallway and peered around the corner. His heart began pounding in fear when he recognized the two bartenders from the night before sitting on a couch and sofa chair. The bartender with the roundish fce and small, plumped lips was watching TV while Daehyun, the one that Jongup had attempted to hook up with last night, was calling to the other. "Youngjae ah~" Daehyun called again, sounding bored out of his mind. "Youngjae ah~"

"Aish, what do you want now?" The other bartender who Jongup assumed was name, Youngjae, asked in a bit of a snap. He turned his head to look at Daehyun then noticed a shy and confused Jongup watching them. "Oh, hey, it's your new blood slave," Youngjae told Daehyun, who turned his head and seem surprise to see Jongup.

It felt like Jongup had just been caught in doing something illegal and his first instinct was to run. The only problems there were was that he didn't know where he was and he had no clue what these men were capable of.

Nervously, Jongup cleared his throat and stepped out of the hallway. "Why am I here?" He asked then added a few more questions. "Who are you? How did I get here? Where's Heejoon?" Heejoon was his best friend and because of that, Heejoon was also Jongup's drinking buddy. They always watch over each other when they drink and also took turns of who had to stay the most sober because they were in charge of getting the both of them home. If they go somewhere else for the night, they always wake up in the same house or building or park together.