Dracula [✓]

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SeokJin looks at his disheveled hair and beat-up face from the glass mirror. 

NamJoon had done well with his beating, which had induced Hoseok and Taehyung to drag him away before putting the prince into a permanent concussion. NamJoon stormed out of the chamber, leaving the two fazed men standing stiff. 

SeokJin touches his swollen upper lip, which stung upon the tender contact. The corner of his lips was gashed crimson red. The bottom and upper eyelids were bruised with shades of hibiscus and maroon. 

He brushes his disheveled hair backward. His left eye is half-lidded.

The prince could only chuckle, "That kid does a good job beating people up," 

His comment went through Hoseok. Taehyung had gone after the pissed NamJoon.

"Brother, why are you like this?" Hoseok inquires. 

"I don't know what you're implying. I am myself," he shoots back. 

SeokJin sighs, shoving both hands in his pockets. He clicks his tongue, inducing more pain on his lips and cheek. He hisses in response. 

Hoseok slowly shakes his head. 

"Have you gone crazy, brother? Or is it just an act to cover up?" 

SeokJin shrugs his shoulders. the agony bolts through his body, sending pins and needles to his muscles. Hoseok takes his response with a slow exhale and a tilt of his head before leaning on his palms. 

"I guess you deserve that beating,"

"Hoseok, you're talking too much. It's ringing my ears," the prince blurts out. 

Hoseok's lips twisted into a snarky smile. 

"And you're getting on my nerves," 

SeokJin takes this as a cue to leave. He walks briskly, increasing the distance between the two. Hoseok leans forward, a dark shadow casting upon his face. 

The prince twists the doorknob, pulling it open. 

Hoseok transpires in front of him as if the wind had bolted past the prince. SeokJin's eyes widen, and his legs flinched at Hoseok's sudden appearance. The latter grabs a hold of his collars, shoving the prince back inside the chamber.

Pissed, SeokJin clutches Hoseok's arm, attempting to push him back. He loses quickly due to Hoseok's growing abilities and SeokJin's lethargic condition. He hadn't been consuming any blood bags right after the incident. 

"You need to get your head out of your ass!" Hoseok declares, his voice booming around the chamber. 

"What is it to you?" SeokJin screams back, his ears becoming warm and red. 

Hoseok shoves SeokJin back on the bed, the bed creaking under his sudden weight. 

The latter sheathes a dagger from his belt, pointing the end towards SeokJin's neck. He stops moving before it grazes against his skin. He gulps, his adam's apple bopping up and down. 

SeokJin hadn't noticed the dagger on Hoseok's hips. 

The shadow cast upon Hoseok's face remains. His grip on the dagger is steady. 

"Indeed a lot has happened, brother. We've all mourned for those who died unexpectedly, but mourning incessantly will not bring them back. This incident is an accident. No one was prepared for what happened and neither are you,"

Hoseok seethes at this. He had lost a few younger companions. He forces an exhale, not leaving his sight from SeokJin.

"We all cooperated in trying to solve the issue. We've won the battle. You are not responsible for this mess, but that does not give you the right to fucking abandon your community like this. You are the King's one and only heir. You are the King's only son, his only blood. You have a responsibility. You have a family to take care of. We are your family. This Sanctuary is your family," Hoseok declares.