Vampire's Bride

Chapter Six

"Huntress?"

I groaned, turning over to get him to stop pushing me.

"Huntress, wake up! We don't have much time!"

I shifted on the mattress, not bothering to open my eyes. I was obviously still dreaming, and what sounded like Jungkook's voice wasn't helping. "No, dad, I'm not getting up yet," I mumbled.

"I'm not your father! Get up!" he commanded, and this time, I actually sat up. "What?" My voice was surprisingly annoyed.

What I saw wasn't what I expected by a long shot. I rubbed my eyes, but when things stayed the same, I was forced to accept the reality of the situation.

Jungkook was dressed in a splendid gwanbok in a magnificent shade of blue with golden decorations on the stomach and shoulders. He wore an elongated, black hat, which fitted nicely right above his ears. "Come on! Do you have no self discipline?"

He dragged me to my feet, and I realized that I had been lying on a futon. The room was made of wood, no windows to be seen. Everything looked like it was taken straight out of a history book.

Jungkook was wearing the gwanbok, but I was still in my black dress. I was looking terribly out of place, and he noticed. "Okay, first order of business, you need to change if we're going to make it out of here."

"Hold on a frickin' minute." I grabbed his shoulder, making him look back at me. "What's going on? Where are we?" Jungkook shook my hand off, taking my wrist forcefully as he dragged me through the room.

"We're in my memories. I've been in yours, now we're going to be in mine." We walked through a beautifully designed hallway, where we stopped.

Jungkook peeked in the doorway to a room, and after concluding that no else was present, he pulled me inside. There were multiple hanboks lying on shelves along the wall, making it obvious that it served as some kind of dressing room.

"What do you mean you've 'been in my memories?'" I asked, as Jungkook shoved a gigantic mass of fabric into my arms. "It's how the Oath ensures I'm qualified to protect you. I survive your hardest memory, and you survive mine with my help."

"Why do I need your help? Why didn't you need mine?" I stood behind a large wooden screen as I tried to figure out how on Earth to put on the dangui. It looked so over-the top, green and pink and huge.

I was ready to give up when Jungkook Heard- me struggling. "Because you're completely hopeless huntress with no real power," he sighed, walking behind the divider. "Hey!" I exclaimed, covering my already covered body.

Even though Jungkook seemed like the kind of guy to rip my hands away, he carefully wrapped his fingers around mine and lowered them. "But, lucky for you, I'm not." Like I was a child, he dressed me, tying strings and tugging at the fabric to make sure it looked decent.

I looked down at myself when he was done, seeing how beautiful it actually was. Golden patterns danced down the sleeves and front, complimenting the yellowish green of the jacket and pink of the skirt.

"What do I do with this?" I held up my dress. Jungkook glanced over at it once before taking it from me and dropping it on the ground. "Leave it," was all he said, as he dragged me along through the room and back toward the hallway.

"But... Okay, so, your hardest memory. What is your hardest memory, exactly?" I asked, running to keep up with him. The dangui was uncomfortably long, clearly not designed for running in.

We walked past a beautiful courtyard, multiple people brushing fall leaves up from the ground inside, and all of them turned to bow at us as we passed. No, not us, I realised, but Jungkook. They seemed genuinely intimidated by his presence.