Royal Blood | JJK ✓

9: Bonded

Quickly, as if it had never happened, Jungkook threw you down the ground causing you to groaned in pain.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

But no one said a word. Jimin's face looked angry but not as angry as Jungkook's face was while everyone else stood there simply too shocked to say anything. From the ground, you looked at them all, waiting for anyone to say anything but no word came out.

"Crap," Jungkook spat before him and Jimin stormed away but making sure they were far apart from each other. For some reason, you could feel a boiling feeling of anger inside your stomach but you didn't know why because you weren't angry, at least not as angry as the feeling was giving you.

You saw Taehyung sighed with an uneasy feeling before he ran off to fetch his best friends.

"This doesn't make sense," you heard Namjoon mumbled under his breath as he too began to leave.

"What doesn't make sense?" You asked as you helped yourself get up while one by one, the vampires began to leave without giving you an explanation.

They looked surprised and confused and you couldn't tell if it was because of you or what but you knew something wasn't right. You hadn't seen Jimin so angry in the way you had just witnessed. He had never looked so angry at you before. Sure you and him had your fights at times but you've never seen him boiling with anger.

Yoongi didn't spared you a glance as he jumped down from the tree and walked away, following his fellow vampire friends.

You didn't do anything, thinking it was best to not tag along since they didn't looked too well. You turned around to peak over at the graveyard. There was no sign of Hani, no heartbeat so you knew she had already left.

A dejected feeling burned in your stomach along with the raging feeling you had felt as you watched the backs of your supposed vampire friends walking away. Were they really home at that point? You didn't know what to think anymore.

Just as you were about to fall on your knees from feeling like you've done something wrong, you saw Hoseok turning around to look back at you. The man stopped walking while the rest continued on and you could no longer see them.

"Come on," Hoseok whispered to you.

Instantly, you were by his side. The two of you then continued walking without a word as you headed back to the mansion.

You could still feeling the raging feeling inside your stomach even as you were back. You looked towards Hoseok for some answers but the man kept quiet.

Maybe it wasn't the right moment to ask questions. Despite how desperate you were for answers, you were also a patient lady. Looking at them all once again as they ignored your eyes, you sighed in defeat and headed up to your room.

The sad feeling mixed with rage stayed.

You felt like running away. Sure maybe you were exaggerating but the faces they were making made you realize your place. You would never fit in and Jimin and you would never have the same friendship as it was before you died. You were a different person and so was he.

It was hurting you but you had to accept it just like you were accepting your vampire life.

I should've just died, why am I even here, you sighed to yourself, feeling useless and somewhat out of place.

Maybe I'll die if I stab a silver knife in my heart, I heard that's how vampires died.

You then quickly rose up from where you had been sitting to look around your dark room. You had to look for something silver, vampires were weak against that—at least that was what you heard.

As you searched through the drawers, anywhere for a silver knife, your door was quickly slammed opened, causing you to jump for the sudden loud sound.

"What the heck are you doing?!" An angry Jungkook shouted.

"W-what?" You blinked in confusion, flustered from the sudden visit.

"Stabbing yourself with a silver knife? Are you stupid?" He accused, ripping your body away from your drawers.

"Ah, so vampires really do die from silver," you nodded at the confirmation of the fact.

But then something else caught your attention. "Wait, how did you know I was going to stab myself?"

He took a deep breath sounding both tired and frustrated. You watched him as he offered himself a seat on your bed.

"We're bonded," he uttered.

Bonded?

Your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

His eyes casted to the floor. "It means we're basically soulmates. Vampires are given a soulmate during their years of living. You'll know when you've met your soulmate once you've touched him or her and there's this special feeling you get."

The feelings you felt when you fell into Jungkook's arms. That was what he was talking about; the warm touch you got as if rainbows and butterflies had just bursted out of your chest.

"Once you've found your soulmate," he continued, "you'll be able to feel the things they feel and hear their thoughts."

It made sense. The raging feeling within you weren't your feelings but had belonged to Jungkook and he had read your thoughts when you spoke of killing yourself. But why was he mad? Finding your soulmate was meant to be a great thing, the happiest moment anyone could have. Did he really hated you?

You had heard of soulmates rejected their own soulmates but never thought such things could actually apply to anyone. They should be happy to know they were made for one person only and had found that one person, it saved them from further heartbreaks and mistakes.

But you didn't know what to say as the uneasy raging feeling burned inside your stomach. He was really angry at finding out about you being his soulmate. He wasn't disappointed, the man actually hated that you were his soulmate because you felt it.

You continued to stare at Jungkook, feeling helpless and bad because he ended up with someone like you. Sure you had your flaws but it also made you a bit angry because you didn't even know each other and he was hating you.

"What the heck is your deal?" You whispered. "Do you really hate me that much?"

He looked up at you, eyes glaring and you could feel yourself sinking under those red furious eyes. It scared you.

"Yes. I hate that I'm bonded to you."

With that, he got up and left without another word.