Blood Lust || Jikook {ON HOLD}

Chapter 9- Fights and Confessions

JIMIN'S POV

I'm sobbing right now. My face is planted in my pillow, and I don't ever want to leave it. I guess the only positive thing right now is the fact that I know why I'm so....different. I know why my friends act weird half the time. I might even know why I'm always being attacked. These realizations only make me feel worse about myself. It's making me question my own friends and family. My life is a lie!

I cry harder.

My eyes are shut tight, but the tears continue to soak my pillow. My face is hot and damp, and I know my crying face is worse than Kim Kardashian's. I was ugly before I started crying anyway.

I'm a mix of a human and, what's supposed to be, a mythical creature. What's bugging me the most though is why my eomma didn't tell me. And why Jungkook didn't say anything after I died.

Wait...Jungkook...

He's one of the closest people to my eomma. That little shit! How could he?! Suddenly, I feel nothing but anger. Towards him, my parents....this hell hole of a world. I just want to end it all.

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I had cried myself to sleep. It was 11:26 when I woke up. I flip my soggy pillow over and reach for my phone. I'm about to surf Twitter when there's a soft knocking.

"Go away," I groan.

"Jimin-ssi, it's me, Jungkook," he clarifies.

"I said go away!" He opens the door.

Who does this lying snake think he is?

"What's wrong, Jimin?"

"Do you not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Get the fuck out!" My jaw is shut tight, and I'm clenching my phone for dear life. He doesn't move. He just stares at me with intense eyes.

"You know, don't you?"

"You think?" I growl.

"Jimin, let me expla-"

"No! No, fuck you, and your explanation. How dare you keep this from me! Especially after my eomma died. Oh, my fucking- this is bullshit!.... When did you turn?" Silence and tension hung in the air."Answer me," I demand.

"Almost 2 years ago."

"And the others?"

"Yoongi and Tahyung not too long after me. Jin, last summer."

"Do Hoseok and Namjoon know?"

"Jimin-"

"Shut the fuck up! You will not speak unless you are answering my questions. So, do they know?"

"Y-yes." I scoff. Of course, they know. Of course, I'm the clueless one. I turn my phone back on and click on the timer,

"I'm giving you 5 minutes to say what you want. Starting now." My thumb presses on the start button, and lets loose.

"Jimin, mianhae. Mianhae I didn't tell you. You had every right to know of your being. I just- I was just scared. I didn't tell you because if I were to ever lose control, I wouldn't feel as guilty. Jimin, your scent is like tobacco. The first time I smelled it I wanted to kill myself! But I kept coming back to you. Your scent. Earlier, when your stomach was hurting, that was your human blood reacting to your vampire genes. That made your blood smell like fresh meat to a starving lion. I happened to be going to hunt when I walked by your room. Then, I saw you on your bed and...." I see him brush his nose. A gesture he only does when he's nervous or embarrassed."Jimin, please. I can't lose this friendship. I can't lose another person that I love. I'm afraid you're going to resent me because I'm not human. I'm afraid this will ruin our friendship. I'm afraid because- because- fuck- Jimin, I'm in love with you!"