Blood Slave

Chapter 2: Bitten

Seokjin's head snapped up when Yoongi and Hoseok returned along with an unfamiliar scent. Seokjin and Namjoon rushed into the foyer where the two stood.

"Were you two on food duty tonight?" Namjoon asked.

Hoseok kicked his shoes off. "No, not exactly."

"It's a long story." Yoongi sighed.

"Come in and explain everything." They went into Seokjin's office and Yoongi laid the unconscious young man on the couch.

"So what happened?" Seokjin asked.

Jungkook entered the room upon smelling the unfamiliar scent.

"We finished our patrol and didn't see anything from Hyon-Kon or his men." Hoseok began. "I heard of this famous fortune teller that a lot of people said was the real deal. I was curious to see if he was real or a fraud. So we went to his store." They looked at the young man before looking back at each other.

"Okay, and what happened? Why did you bring him back here?" Seokjin shrugged.

"He wasn't a fortune teller I can tell you that," Yoongi said. "He's a psychic."

Their eyes widened.

"He could hear our thoughts and he discovered we were vampires."

"Fuck." Seokjin sighed deeply running his hand over his face.

"So why bring him here?" Namjoon shrugged. "You should've killed him."

"We were going to but then I thought maybe you would want to meet a psychic," Yoongi said shoving his hands in his pockets. "Maybe he can be useful. It takes a lot out of our us to read someone's mind where he can do it without blinking an eye."

"That would be helpful if we could put him under our command," Seokjin said and rubbed his chin looking over at him. The young man was indeed beautiful and his features were delicate almost as delicate as that of a child.

Seokjin waved his hand over him and the young man snapped awake. He bolted up and looked at the five men in the room. Everything came back to him and swallowed hard.

He eyes went to Hoseok.

"He looks so scared right now."

He then looked at Yoongi.

"I wonder what Seokjin Hyung will do with him."

He turned to the tallest man in the room with the short gray hair that was neatly parted.

"Can he really read our minds?"

He looked at the young man with the cherry red hair.

"Can they hurry up with this so I can leave? I'm so hungry right now."

He lastly looked at the man in front of him. His eyes widened when he remembered him from the picture Jimin had shown him. He was much more beautiful in person but the thing that freaked him out was he couldn't hear anything. Not one thought from him. He stared at him harder and did his best to concentrate but he sensed a block of some sort.

"You can try your hardest, you're not going to infiltrate my mind. I constantly have a block on it." He said and Taehyung swallowed hard. The uneasiness it made him feel was unexplainable. At least with everyone else, he knew their intentions with their thoughts but not being able to hear someone's thoughts left him scared and tense.

"Now we have a real dilemma," He said getting Taehyung's attention. "you know our secret."

"I won't tell anyone!" He said. "I swear I won't tell a soul!"