Cold Blood [Vkook] [Vampire AU]

5.

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Growly at the relentless pain in my whole body, I forced myself to go to the bathroom. The cool water and the oddly scented lotion that smelled like some type of flower, managed to reduce the burning sensation crawling on my skin, making my stomach feel both disgust and trobbing discomfort.
I really didn't want him to wake up and see my like this, I couldn't decide whether I was humiliated my the way he eye fucked me all morning, or how repulsed I felt by his petrifying gaze.

"Mornin', Gguk." He said as nothing happened. "How am I looking?"

So many scenarios in my head, but I didn't anticipate him to come into the freaking room after a pure rape and ask him if he looks good, after being sexually satisfied.

"Look yourself in the mirror...! Sir..." I almost choke on the last words coming out of my mouth, as I bit my tongue painfully turning my head. I'm almost completely sure he did a spell on me or something.

"Tsk. Vampires don't hsve reflection" Damn. "How did you sleep?" Taehyung came closer to brush his cheek, but Jungkook only pulled away, a triggering mix of disgust and shame drawn on his face, as he pushed the other away. I don't care. It depends how you view things, Jungkook can either be sexual assault victim, or fucked by his owner. It didn't bother him too much, the odd bond between him and the vampire was not as bad as other things he has been through.

"How did you sleep?" Taehyung asked sternly.

"Had nightmares." Jungkook frankly amswered, not caring if the other will show him some type of sympathy.

"About?" Taehyung was curious.

"I won't tell you." Jungkook said quietly, Taehyung can't have me, my youth is still overflowing with freedom and creativity, he can't keep me locked in agitation and constant fright, my heart is free and I won't bloody let him take me the last things I have left.

" I might be good for you Jungkook. But you are taking me for granted, don't you dare to olay games with me." Taehyung's index finger pressed against the warmth of Jungkook's lips, his skin burning at the sudden contact of his cooler fingers, the feeling of consuming emptiness and desperation that would leave him in eternal torment. Even my thoughts are silent.

"Fucking speak, before I make you."

The poor boy nodded with hesitation, his eyes still focused on the inhuman magnificence of the other's look. I can only believe, that behind the walls of ruthless behavior, slaughter, killing and enjoying to torture people, there is something still living in him, that won't make him end me.