[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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V drove ahead without saying anything. His lips were drawn into a narrow line, his eyes slightly darker under the influence of emotions tearing him, focused on the road ahead. He was furious. He felt anger crawl under his caramel skin like a snake, waiting for the perfect moment to get out. He clenched his hands tighter and his knuckles turned white with pressure, contrasting even more with the black of the squeezed steering wheel. He had the impression that in a moment it would fall apart under the pressure of his strong hands.
His mouth was dry and he licked his slightly chapped lips. When he did, he felt the taste of Jungkook's lips under his tongue. He didn't even know why, but it caused some strange pressure in his chest. He felt unbelievable anxiety every time he parted with him.
Because of what Jackson had done a moment ago, he felt he must talk to him seriously and put some wisdom into his empty head. Although he did not want, he gave Jungkook the keys to his motorcycle so that the boy could go home, and he got behind the wheel of Hobi's car and decided to take him and the newborn vampire home.
He didn't want to leave Jungkook alone. He asked him to call Jimin to train with him. It was only a trivial excuse to make sure he will be protected by one of the vampires. When he suggested that, the boy never protested. He probably saw in his eyes how worried he was to leave him all alone. Brunet kissed his lips and squeezed his hand, letting him know that he thoroughly understands his intentions.
Almost instinctively, he licked his lips again, wanting to taste it for a while. He took a deep breath, feeling the strange weight pressing against his chest. It felt as if an invisible vise was squeezing his throat and lungs. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Hobi, sitting next to him, was watching him closely. Still, the redhead said nothing. He knew him well enough to know that he was angry. He apparently decided not to speak, in addition to not add oil to the fire. V looked up and sent a quick glance at the mirror to look at Jackson's reflection in it.
The young vampire was sitting in the backseat, his head down. He knew full well that he had acted irresponsibly and perhaps avoided his eyes in shame, perhaps for fear of what he would say. V would lie, saying that he had nothing to say to him. On the contrary, he felt the flow of words press against his throat, asking him to finally articulate them, but he didn't want to do it here. He wanted to take them to Hobi's house as soon as possible to be sure that they were safe.
Fortunately, the ride didn't last long. Apparently, V's anger, wanting to find an outlet, made the vampire press the accelerator pedal almost mindlessly. He knew the road almost by heart, so he didn't need to ask for directions. In less than twenty minutes they were there. V parked the car efficiently and got out of the car. Firmly, he opened the door in the back of the car and looked inside, where a young vampire was sitting.
- Get out! - he snarled, and Jackson looked at him for a split second, after meeting his threatening look, he looked down again and obediently got out of the car.
