Vampire's Bride

Chapter Three

The house was a mess. But I loved it.

Red plastic cups littered every surface and the floor, some full and some not. Paper decorations hung from the ceiling, pop music was blaring, and people were scattered all over the first floor from what I could see.

Hoseok quickly used his arm to block a couple who nearly fell on me, pulling me a bit closer. I looked up on him, giving a quick smile before he took my hand and started dragging me inside.

In the gigantic living room, there were even more people. They were sipping out of the same kind of cups, talking, and an uncomfortable amount people were entangled, passionately kissing. It made my cheeks tingle, but I managed to swallow that feeling and smile anyway.

Five familiar figures were situated by the wall on a stylish textile couch. They were talking and laughing, and loudest of all was Jimin, having gone full extrovert-mode. I swallowed, throat suddenly dry.

Jimin was a handsome guy. I would even go so far as to use the word beautiful. Thick lips in the perfect shape, eyes that disappeared with every smile above small, round cheeks. He was perfect externally, not to mention the fact that he seemed like a good friend, too.

Whenever Hoseok mentioned him, it was with admiration. Jimin had been friendly with him from the start, accepting him into their group the second he was introduced to Hoseok by the others. He would pay for meals, lighten everybody's mood, and was the first to comfort anyone who was feeling down.

I wanted that kind of person in my life. I didn't deserve him, but that didn't stop me from dreaming about it.

All of them collectively looked up at Hoseok as he approached, and my hands began to sweat. They were too stupidly hot to exist in the same place at once. I wondered how none of them were surrounded by girls -or guys, for that matter- desperately trying to get their attention.

"Y/N?" one guessed, perking an eyebrow at me. I nodded, wiping my hand off on my dress before offering it to him. "Yeah, Y/N. You?" He took my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm Namjoon."

They didn't need much introduction, since I knew most of them already. Yoongi gave me a nonchalant wave, Jimin gave me one of those smiles that made me want to squeal, and the sitting in the corner gave me a rectangular grin. His dark brown hair was styled in a mullet, but not the kind that traumatized the entirety of Generation X.

It had less stuff going on in the front, and was honestly attractive. Then again, with a face like his, anything could be. He introduced himself as Taehyung, while the tallest one was Seokjin, or Jin for short.

I was offered a seat between Jimin and Taehyung as Jin left to get himself a refill. I was surprised by how polite they were, despite only hearing about half of their words over the noise.

"What do you think about our house, Y/N?" Namjoon asked in his politest tone. I looked around, surprised that he even had to ask. "I love it! It's beautiful." Slightly more careful, I looked to Jimin. "Do you live here alone?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted, realising how slow and odd-sounding my wording was. "I assume you live with your parents! Ignore what I said. Ignore..." I swallowed, staring at my hands, "Ignore me, please."

His reaction was not what I expected. Jimin laughed melodically and punched my shoulder. I looked up from where I'd been staring daggers into my thumb, mouth half-open like I couldn't understand.

"Yah, Y/N-ah, don't worry. I live here with the others," he explained, gesturing to the rest of the group. I raised an eyebrow, swallowing my surprise. "H-Hoseok too?" I mentally cursed at myself for stuttering.