'"You thought you could run away? You thought you could escape? Hahah, never. You see, we need your, blood, your soul, so you better shut up." He hissed as he pinned you against the cold brick wall.'
Everyone wants Y/N's blood, but she belongs to Bt...
But something made you believe that this was true. And if it was...
It means that BTS are the only ones who are able to kill you.
When that thought crossed your mind you immediately felt a wave of anxiety washing over you. You closed your eyes while leaning your head against the cold tile wall with the heavy book in your now shaky hands.
"Y/N! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! WE'LL EXPLAIN!" Namjoon yelled and he had managed to break into your bedroom. However, you didn't hear a single word. All you could think of was what the book told you.
If they already knew, who know what they have planned for you? If you can't get killed by anyone except from BTS, then that means that any vampire can keep you and play with you as much as they want since you'll not die.
You'll live in pain for the rest of your life.
Unless you follow your plan for tonight. Now you got another reason to do it, which makes you very sure of that decision.
It was already lunchtime but you had completely lost your appetite and just the thought of food made you disgusted. You just sat there in the cold bathroom and when you lifted up the sleeve of your shirt you saw that goose bumps was appearing on your skin. However you didn't feel the cold air. You felt nothing.
Namjoon had given up and understood that you've probably already read the words he didn't want you to. He maybe thought you also would give up soon and give it back, but no. Well, you had given up but not in the way he thought you would.
The time passed by but the rain never stopped. As the sky turned dark, the raindrops speed increased and the sound was loud when they touched the little window in the bathroom.
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You haven't even had the energy to turn on the lights so the only thing that made the room a little bit brighter came from the window, which wasn't that much light.
It was evening, almost midnight, which meant that it was time. You were not going to wait until tomorrow since another day alive would only be horrible.
You grabbed the sink for support and pulled yourself up as you threw the book somewhere in the room, you didn't even remember because it's not important. The important thing right now is that you make it to the kitchen. Then everything will be fine.
Slowly you unlocked the door, not because you wanted to be quiet, but because there was no energy left in your body even though you have been sitting still for hours. But you were tired mentally, which apparently affected the rest of your body.
As you walked downstairs you stared at your body that looked like shit in all those wounds, scars and hickeys.
"Y/N?" Hoseok asked when he saw you coming downstairs but you ignored him. You didn't even look at him. Your facial muscles were just loose, there was no anger, no sadness, no joy, nothing. You just did what you had to.
