BloodLust [JiminxReader]

II

*Y/N's pov*

Sunlight is loosing strength, the sun calmly swimming down, soon disappearing behind Ilsan, as the gate slides open, creating way for you to enter your residence.

The red-brick façade of your house fills your eyes as you park in front of it. You blink, closing your hand around the black plastic key, not moving for a second.

Jimin's whisper echoes in your mind, taunting you, cold sweats sweeping over your body:

You don't want to remember.

His hot breath can almost be felt against your ear, only by remembering his voice. You shut your eyes, your hand still grabbing the key, and you sigh, leaning your head against the seat, softly hitting the wheel with your fist.

You do want to remember.

No...

You need to remember! Otherwise, your brain will start making up with theories, playing you, and you'll end up going crazy over this.

You don't want to remember.

His voice says again. Although, this time, you catch an undertone on it, that had passed unnoticed the first time. It was almost... Daring?

His voice was so low, that it was more a growl that anything else. Like he was most teasing you about it, challenging you to try doing so... Almost as if he knew that, no matter how much you tried, you wouldn't be able to reconstruct that night.

It was close to a threat, if you really think about it.

And the fact that you could, still, feel a smile floating as he whispered those words sends shivers up and down your spine.

You sigh again, your eyes shut tight, your head pounding in a sudden migraine. That tease, that tone, the danger underneath it, only makes you more desperate to know the truth.

Y/N:

"Okay." You breathe out, finally opening your eyes, your house still waiting for your entrance. "Jin was there, he'll know."

You get out of the car, picking you practice bag from the backseat, and swing the door close, locking the car, quickly pacing to the frontdoor.

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Y/N:

"Hiya."

The frontdoor clicks shut, behind you, your keys flying off your hand to the little basket that is used as locksmith. You take your shoes off, carefully putting them next to all others that you use in a regular basis, and start pacing to the living room, while taking your jacket off.

Jin turns around on the couch, his black hair swinging in graceful accordance, surprised.

JIN:

"You're only getting home, now?" His voice sounds baffled, his mouth hanging open, his remote nearly falling off his hand.