Blood || Jikook

Deux

Jimin was stuck in the coffee shop with no reception, which was bad news for him. He didn't want to use data because the bill was already high enough as it is (probably because he keeps on saying "next time, I promise). He would call Chanyeol for a ride, but was too ashamed to do so. He did spot another man in the shop with him, presumably his age. He was a little unsure what to do due to them being the only two left in the shop along with a couple of workers, not to mention he was extremely handsome. He's never seen someone like him before, he was tempted to go over to him and make some small talk to make the time go by faster. But, talking to humans was already hard enough, what more attractive ones?

     Every time Jimin looked his way, he'd see the young man intensely staring at him which made him feel a little insecure, the attention from the man making him think it wasn't the good kind of attention. Despite his harmless looking face, he couldn't help but feel rather odd around him.  There was something about him that made him stay where he was, not moving an inch. It was as if he's seen him before. But, that was out of the question. He didn't care who he was or where he had seen him, only that he was one good looking face. What was it called? Ah, yes, aura. It was his aura. Once could say that Jimin was very special in a way. He could easily detect people's auras within the blink of an eye, but this boy was an exception. He seemed to have a rather darker one, Jimin assumed it was because he was hard to detect, but dark auras were never a good sign for him. Those with dark auras were the ones you would want ot stay away from, they're very deceiving.

     He looked at Jimin as if he wanted something from him, but he didn't know what he could possibly give the boy. Perhaps some coffee would be fine, but who goes to a coffee shop without drinking their finest coffee. Maybe he wanted to talk, but his gaze said otherwise. Jimin could see a smirk playing at his lips. This made him look back down at the empty table, thinking some more.

He decided to make small talk with the rather odd boy and walked over to his table.

"Uh, hey?"

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As the said boy was about to pick his hot drink up, he heard the bell ring. Someone else was here. He felt disturbed considering he thought of this place as his own, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could take this person out later and get on with it , having witnesses were always fun, they'd watch and do absolutely nothing. He loved putting on an unforgettable show.

    Once the boy came into his line of vision, he could finally get a good look at him. God, he was something else. The way his lips were perfectly plump, just waiting for someone to bite on them, they looked so untouched and untainted. The way his hair bounced softly as he walked, his movements were to die for. He was so graceful and mesmerizing, it was hard to take your eyes off of him. He wasn't too muscular nor too thin, just perfect to be under him. His hands looked as if they would fit perfectly into his, his small little fingers too delicate to hold the world. He would give him the world.

     He wanted him. 

But he killed people, and he couldn't be with someone as perfect as him. He knew it, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't stop sneaking glances at him, he wanted him to be his and no one else's. He wanted to protect him from the evils of this world. He needed him.

"Uh, hey?" He heard the voice of the boy who put him in a dream like trance.

His voice was beautiful and soft. So feminine too.

"Sorry to bother you, but it seems like we'll be here for quite a long time doesn't it?" The ethereal boy says as the rain poured down even harder.

He hadn't realized the boy had moved in front of him in that very moment. He could finally bask himself in his beauty. 

He could see the boy's face shift into a more uncomfortable one.