The Vampire who Protected (BTS x Male OC)

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Once Minyeong arrived at the Demon Kingdom's gates, he was let in immediately with haste and led to the Throne Room where a very panicked Jackson resided.

Minyeong's guard opened the car door for him and Minyeong got out, dusting himself off to look presentable and walking towards the Throne Room, where he could smell thins burning and hear things crashing against the wall or floor.

He knocked loudly twice and opened the door, looking around the room to see the chaos Jackson made, before landing on the culprit who was in hysterics.

Minyeong sighed and walked closer to the male, cautiously approaching him, noticing the full black eyes, a trait of being a demon.

Minyeong slowly reached his arm out to show no sign of danger, and Jackson stayed where he was.

Minyeong gently grabbed Jackson's head and brought it to his shoulder, letting Jackson calm down from his chaotic mood.

And it worked, because Jackson was now gripping on the back of Minyeong's coat as he let tears fall and soak into Minyeong's hoodie.

Minyeong let out shushes as he ran his fingers through Jackson's hair to soothe and comfort the heartbroken Demon King.

"Everything'll be okay Jackson, I'll bring him back," Minyeong whispered in Jackson's ear as he adjusted himself and lifted Jackson up with a breeze, carrying him over to his throne and setting him down.

Minyeong backed away and bowed, to show respect to the other Supernatural Kings or Queens.

He then turned around swiftly, his coat flowing with elegancy as he walked towards the exit.

"Minyeong!" Jackson called and Minyeong stopped, showing that he has acknowledged him.

"Bring him back..and being yourself back too, please.." Jackson whispered softly, but Minyeong's ears picked it up. He nodded softly and left the throne room.

He snapped his fingers while whistling a tune, removing his coat and placing it nicely in the car, and getting in, waiting on his driver to take him to the location on the piece of paper he grabbed from Jackson's pocket.

"Ahem," Minyeong cleared his thought quietly, holding the piece of paper between his index finger and middle finger to the driver.

Once the paper was taken, he leaned back and rested his cheek on his balled fist, which was resting on the door handle.

"We'll be there shortly, Your Highness,"