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My head feels groggy all over.
Something cool brushes past my hand, and I blink open my eyes to a ceiling I'm not used to seeing. It's blank and white— like a snow-covered field.
The bed doesn't feel like mine either, smelling of faint mint and kind of like the chamomile tea I used to drink all the time to help myself sleep better.
Where am I?
I only remember a stunning pair of ocean eyes before darkness, and almost nothing else.
Sliding off the bed, I try to walk towards the door I see when something tugs at my skin. When I look down confused, I find a bunch of tubes coming out of my forearms.
And I freak out.
A gasp escapes my lips as I frantically close my fingers around the first one, aiming to pull it all out. Why in the world did I have...?
Then I freak out for the second time in a minute as a hand comes out of nowhere and pulls my wrist away.
"Don't do that, please."
The deep, sorrowful voice sparks something in my mind as I turn to see the same pair of shining, pure-blue eyes from the darkness before.
"Taehyung?"
Now I remember— the feeling of his fangs sinking into my neck, and the dizziness that had soon followed the surprise.
He looks away, refusing to meet my eyes.
"Don't take them out." He says as he lets go of my wrist, hand dropping to his side. "It's for replenishing your blood."
"Were you able to sleep?"
He looks at me like I'm a lunatic.
"You almost died." He snaps, seeming surprised at the violence in his own voice. "Does it look like I was going to sleep knowing I almost killed my own flower?"
Now that I notice, his shadows have gotten deeper. It makes his eyes seem like two pools of blue at night, set deep into pale, ashen skin.
I grip his hand, dragging him out the door.
"What are you doing?" He says, and I can hear the exhaustion in his voice. It worries me how it's so much worse than before.
