Blood Bank

Chapter 11

For the next few days, I've been slicing my fingers or hands for the both of them.

Sometimes, both of them will approach me at the same time, while other times they would individually come to me for blood. Whenever they do, they will drink more than when they are both around. They even have their own little habits and quirks that they do when it's just the two of us.

San tries to make me feel comfortable with the whole ordeal. Whether it's him gently rubbing my back as he drinks from from me or giving me a forehead kiss afterwards, it's always his main goal is to make sure I'm fine. Even though, something tells me that his real goal was to keep control of his desire for blood.

But with Wooyoung it was the opposite.

When Wooyoung drank from me, he was more touchy but he never crossed any boundaries. He was always needy unlike San; no longer being hesitant to immediately grab my wrist right after I prick my finger or make a small slice on my hand. He never wants to waste a drop. His hands would hold my hips; bringing me close to him as he drank. It made the whole thing feel intimate and it irritated me that I was so compliant with it.

Especially since he gets in these little bloodlust hazes and ghost his fangs and lips over other parts of my skin; more frequently being my neck.

But as much as I wanted to push him away, my body was so keen to his ministrations. My body would relax in his arms and my hands would tug at his shirt when his fangs graze over a certain spot on my neck. If it wasn't for me getting some common sense and telling Wooyoung to let me go to bandage my hand or finger,I felt that he would have tried to bite me.

When it's both of them at once, Wooyoung always gets scolded when he leans towards the column of my throat, so he pushes the habit down whenever San is there.

But I continue to scold my brain due to how obedient I have became with this whole situation.

I know I told myself to be good and listen but I ended up letting my guard down and befriending them way too fast. I'm not sure if it was due to their puppy eyes and playful attitudes when together or how hard they try to make me feel comfortable, but I do know that I fell right into the palm of their hands.

Do I trust them? Definitely not

But do I have a choice? Of course I don't. That man at the agency made it pretty clear that I had no say in this, unless I want to bring problems to my family.

I still tried check up on them, being that the time zone are so different, we struggled to catch each other's calls sometimes. I would talk to them before going to bed since they would just be waking up. I cried softly a few times from hearing my mom sob about her missing me and my dad would try giving me encouraging words.

The girls would say up and call me when it was daytime over here and would consistently ask when I'm coming back home and I would always tell them that I don't know when. I never asked neither of them if I can visit yet because.....well I just haven't.

I sighed as I just continued to eat my kimichi with rice; a side dish I grew to be quite fond of when both San and Wooyoung left their side of the apartment.

" Amani are you finished eating?" Wooyoung asked as he gave me a back hug.

" Almost. Why? Are you guys hungry?" I asked them, ready reach for the knife on table.

" No it's not that. We were told to bring you to the den today."

I stopped eating and turned to look around to look at him. " Is that allowed for you guys?"

" Well the Alphas have asked to meet you and since you were brought in by us, you have to meet them." San said, but you can tell by the way his eyes left yours when they met, that he didn't feel comfortable about it.