Different

15

Four hours later and we still haven't taken a break. Both me and Taehyung are sweating. So far, we haven't gotten onto using my powers yet. Although, technically, emotions are my powers too. This room is wrecked. Chairs have been melted, glass broken, weight lifting equipment destroyed, kisses flown, and bodies touched. Jimin particularly hated those last two. It was payback for not letting me eat an early lunch. We'd mostly worked with hate until the last thirty minutes. I had decided to make Taehyung fall in love with Jimin. I had learned how NOT to implant and how to just hold the emotion in place. Taehyung had gotten two kisses in and groped him maybe five times. "Jess make him stop!!" Jimin yells, currently dodging the giant obstacle known as Kim Taehyung. "Aw, you can't do it? 'I think it'll help you learn if you just tried trainee'." I yelled back, quoting his earlier criticism. "Jess do it now!!" He yells as Taehyung grabs ahold of him. I sigh, reaching for Jimin's phone on the table getting a perfect photo of their lips crashing together for the third time. He looks positively disgusted. I take the love away but make Taehyung feel like holding Jimin down tightly in his chair. I learned that all on my own, how to control people. Simply make them feel like they have to do something, they'll gladly comply, or sadly if you want them to feel that way.

I rest my hand on my chin as I sit down across him, cockily smiling. "I want a phone." I say. "No, not yet." He says. I turn my gaze onto Taehyung and watch as he slaps him mildly. "I didn't ask. And I want it tomorrow." I say. He opens his mouth to negotiate and Taehyung raises his hand in sync with my eyebrow. "I'll talk to Joon about it after dinner. Happy?" He says. "Very." I pull back the control on Taehyung and his immediate reaction is to run up against the wall, as far away from Jimin as possible. "We're friends' man, but I am not like that. At all." He says. I chuckle and both of them look the most uncomfortable I've ever seen them. "I think that this lesson is over, and I also think it's time for lunch." I say, still smiling cockily. Are you going to take me to the kitchen or do I have to make you?" I ask when neither of them moves. Both Jimin and Taehyung jump and head towards the door at a fast pace. I made great progress today, controlling people is my new favorite thing. Note to self, show all the members the photo of them kissing.

As the boys swing the kitchen door open, I internally gasp. It's the size of or bigger than an industrial kitchen. "Woah." I say. I follow them both to a section that was clearly made for small use such as this. There's a smaller fridge than the walk in one over to the right. Plus there's a microwave, oven, stovetop, and island/ breakfast bar. This looks more like a regular kitchen, with the industrial version surrounding us. In silence, Taehyung motions towards everything and backs back out of the room, leaving me and Jimin alone. He just sits down and lays his head down cutely on the breakfast bar. Food's more important than bae so I go to rummage through the fridge. I decide just to make an everything omelet. "Do you want one Jimin?" I ask, to be met with a slight nod. As I start the process of cooking, I let my mind wander. Bonding, is it permeant? Am I stuck with Jimin forever? It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing, right? Neither of us wanted to be stuck in between where we were. It did hurt a little, trying to restrain the feelings inside of myself. I place both the omelets on plates and bring them to the breakfast bar. Jimin sits up and slowly eats his food. I'm not really sure why I was craving lunch, we don't need it. Maybe it's because I haven't completely stopped acting human, yeah, that's it.

"Jimin?" I ask. "Yes." He says. "Is bonding permanent?" I say. "Bonding is a complicated thing. It is, in a way, permanent. Bonding is literally what the definition of the word is. It's two vampires connecting their strands of DNA. When both the blood is circulating through each body, they start to connect, and some properties become shared. It's not usually ever powers, but more like personality and blood features, even sometimes bodily features. With a strengthened bond, each can sense each other very specifically and contact each other in certain ways. Less like telepathy and more like emotional signals. The signals are stronger in between empaths and their bonded. Sometimes, when a bond is strong enough, when one dies the other follows suit. It's a very serious thing to us and is a lot like marriage. But in an even more intensive way. It takes lots of harsh, long, strategic processes to break a bond. NO one else can break a bond but the people in it and it takes a toll on each person. When you bond, you don't just share yourself. You give yourself to each other. When you break that, not all of yourself can be re-attained. In a really bad breakup, each are left with most of each other but none of themselves and have personality issues." He says. I let a few seconds of silence last between us. "That's really deep. But ... what does that mean for us?" I ask. He breathes in heavily and lets out a shaky breath. "I'm not sure. But I do know that this isn't changing, I will not try to break it, ever. I've seen what that does to people, personally. I will never, never do that to someone I love. Ever" He says.

Our future is insured in certain ways but not in others. Our bond is insured, our love is not. I'm still not sure if I'd go all the way to say I love Jimin. There are certain connections between us from our friendship. We basically grew up together. There are feeling I feel for Jimin, my friend, that I don't feel for Taehyung who's my friend as well. But its still so hard to figure out these emotions, even more so now that I'm an empath. I place my dishes in the washer and leave the kitchen, no complaints from his end. Wandering the corridors is apparently how I decided to spend my evening. No one came to find me and tell me that I had to train, or that I was heading in the wrong direction. So I just continued to wander and wander, sorting through my feelings and recent events. Soon, I start opening doors to find a chair, sofa, or even better, a bed. Ten rooms down and only conference rooms or training spaces so far. Until the eleventh door, finally a bed! The room is completely devoid of any decoration or markings, it must be a guest room or something. Laying myself down, my tired legs start to feel like lead. This mattress is so comfy, you just sink into it.