Different

13

I wake up on a bed, again. I need to stop passing out like this. Propping myself on my elbows, I survey my surroundings. I'm in Jimin's room again and he's sitting on the end of the bed, his back facing me. "How long was I out?" I ask him. "Twenty minutes or so" He replies, still facing away from me.

"It started burning didn't it."

"Yes. What does it mean?"

"It means that the process needs to be complete."

"What does that mean? What process?"

"The process of changing you, you've been gone for a while."

"Did you get the money from my parents?"

"Yes, all of that is done. Let's just say they won't bother anyone anymore."

He hasn't moved and its starting to freak me out a little. His pink head is hidden behind his broad shoulders. I sit up and crawl towards him slowly, reaching my hand towards his back. I grab his shoulder and turn him around, gasping at the visual. His neck is mangled, two tiny bite marks at the nape. Dried blood sits around it in hard swirls. His hair is no longer the same shade of pink. White grey streaks find their way from underneath the lighter shade of pink and it makes him look older. At least his eyes are still his pretty pink. "Wh..what happened?" I ask him. "You." Is all he replies with. "You attacked me, tried to bite me. You did bite me, but you didn't hardly get any blood out, now we're both stuck in between in the process." He says, and I shoot off the bed in a dead run for the mirror. When I flip on the light switch I gasp at my appearance as well. It seems as if every time I look into this mirror I'm different. My hair looks the same as Jimin's, but you can tell mine was white before it was pink. Me and him could be twins for all I know. "I. Is this supposed to happen? When we bond are we supposed to change like this?" I ask him. He appears behind me with a dark look on his face. "No." He says.

He grabs my hand and pulls me back into the bedroom, sitting us both on the bed. His intense stare tells me all I need to know. "H... how am I supposed to do this?" I ask him, hyperventilating a little. "just let your instincts kick in, you've already got teeth." He says placing one of his hands on my waist and the other behind my head. They guide me in towards his neck and I stare at it as the burning returns. It wants me to place my lips down on it, as if I was kissing it. I follow my internal instructions and I feel something in my mouth move. The sound of skin moving fills my ears and warm liquid starts to run into my mouth. The burning intensifies, and I swallow as much of it as I can, slowly subduing the fire in my throat. Jimin leans in to me as well and I feel a light prick, as well as his soft lips on my skin. The spot at which he sucks sends sparks a million times more electrifying than his kiss. This weird type of arousal continues until Jimin pulls away, causing me to whine against his skin. He lightly pushes at my collar bone, telling me to stop. When I look back into his eyes nothing has changed in him. His mix matched hair remains mix matched but when I look at it, it seems slightly different. More pronounced maybe. I tear my eyes from his and look around the room and everything is more pronounced.

I can tell where the dust lays and where it does not. Looking back at Jimin I give him 'the look'. He pulls me in closer by my waist and makes us fall on our sides in the bed. He snuggles into me like he always does when he wants to be emotional. "Now you'll know that I'm not forcing you to feel this way about me" He says happily. "What do you mean by that?" I ask. "I'm an emotion power, emotion powers can't control other emotion powers." He says. "But I'm not an emotion power." I say. "Well you are now, we bonded but we also split our powers. It's a rare thing but when you broke the process the first time it caught the powers mid transfer. And if we don't know what your power is, we don't really know how it would bond. We'll need to train together as well. We have to teach each other our powers." He says. "So you mean you never made me like you?" I ask. "No, that would be fake. I've had too many people walk out on me because they said I 'made them like me'. It hurts." He says. I wrap my arms around him and let him come closer. "You damn snuggle bunny." I whisper. "I heard that." He whispers back, causing me to chuckle in return. After another couple of minutes, Jimin gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the water running and decide to pull myself into the sheets. I'll ask about food when he's done in there. I think about everything that just happened as I drift off into the ocean that is sleep.