[Finished]
"-Are you looking for someone, handsome? - The voice suddenly asked behind him.
Jungkook turned back and saw a pretty girl, of medium height. Her hair reaching her shoulders was dyed red. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something and su...
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- And what now? - Jungkook asked.
His voice trembled a little. What just happened had not hit him in full power yet. Everything happened so fast. He still remembered V's eyes when he saw him in the doorway of the warehouse, felt his strong arms wrapping him so that he almost ran out of oxygen, his lips kissing him desperately. He remembered his body trembling with emotion and fear.
And then a crazy ride to Jackson's apartment, seeing a boy lying on the ground in a pool of blood...
Jungkook still felt the contents of his stomach come to his throat at the mere mention of it, especially when he thought it was all his father's work...
After giving Jackson his blood, V took him in his arms and sat with him down on the couch, placing the head of the blond on his lap. Jungkook brought him a towel and warm water so that the vampire could wash the blood off the boy's face and neck. V washed him gently, wiping the blood from his pale skin. The boy's body temperature dropped significantly, his lips turned a dark shade.
Under the influence of vampire blood, the wound on his neck almost closed, but the blond was still unconscious. V watched his face attentively, waiting for even the slightest trace of life waking up in him. His hand stroked his platinum hair all the time.
Jungkook, not knowing what to do with himself, began cleaning up. He did not want to ask others for help, realizing how hard it is for them to bear the smell of the boy's blood, so he began to wash it himself.
He was kneeling on the ground, scrubbing the floor with a bleach. There was a strong scent of bleach in the air that irritated his lungs with every breath and stung his eyes, but everything was better than the metallic smell of blood that he could feel in his mouth all the time. He had never seen so much blood before, even when his uncle was killed.
- We'll wait for him to wake up. - V replied, still looking intently at Jackson's still face.
A vein mesh was visible through the thin skin. He was deadly pale, deep dark circles were visible under his eyes, probably due to excessive blood loss, his lips were pale, slightly blue and chapped. V had washed his face and neck from blood before, but all his shirt was still soaked with already dried red liquid. Its intense, heavy and bland odor pressed into his nostrils and throat, choking and entwining his stomach in a tight, almost painful knot.
Once again V almost instinctively sank his hands into his soft hair. The blond strands were stuck together with red liquid. As his fingers glided over the platinum curls, V saw that his hands were still stained with blood. He felt bile rising up his throat at the sight.
His black T-shirt sticks to his body, soaked in scarlet liquid. His body also had that metallic smell. Everything was soaked with it, despite the fact that Jungkook had thoroughly cleaned the whole apartment from all traces of struggle, as if along with red smear, he wanted to wash away what had happened here.
