Your Blood ll jjk✔

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"A promise"

"If the promise came from my mouth, it will never be broken"

-Y/n

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I look down at my feet, tears beginning to give up.

Even my tears gave up.

I thought bitterly, as the thought of my eyes being tired,

"It must be tired that it actually stopped from releasing fluid."

"Y/n?"

A voice snapped me away from my thoughts; I looked at the direction and saw my bestfriend. He had a bag hanged loosely on his shoulders, as he wore a simple white shirt paired with normal jeans. I stood up, patting my dress, getting rid of the dust.

"Tae, where did you hunt?" I throwed a question, while receiving 5 packets of blood from him. I ripped it open with my fangs, sipping it slowly. "Earth."

I stopped.

I glanced at him in disbelief. "Wha-" but he washed my worries away by saying:

"No, its not human blood. I squeezed it from the meat of a de-"

"Its fine now, no need to tell me all that." I murmured, drinking my 2nd packet.

I always hated killing animals. I thought i'll be vegan for the rest of my life, but since I met Tae at school, everything changed. He always eat chicken sandwhich, making me wonder if it was that good. He eats about 20 of them a day, never getting tired nor full from it.

"Wheres the others? Are they still in the library? Why are you here alone?" He bombarded me with questions, I sat on the grass, sipping my 3rd packet.

"The others are inside, they are not in the library, and I wanted to be alone at the moment." I threw the empty packets away; drinking my 4th. "What happened?" His eyebrows ceased, already getting worried.

"Yoongi......" I trailed off, running my tongue across my lips, cleaning the excess of the blood. "H-He..He," I took a deep breath, before facing him.

"He tried to kill himself."

His eyes shot up, feeling his stomach drop as I beginned to explain what happened when hes not around. His eyes watered, standing up abruptly. He grabbed his bag, and asked where he is. I answered him, not spearing him a single glance.

Without a second passed and I felt him run away, because of how fast he ran, wind and dust slapped the side of my face, making my hair fly to the other side. But I didnt pay any attention at all, my fist was clenched, fighting the tears to just stop already.

We have no idea how and where to find Jungkook, or, if we can still find him. Yoongi is suffering, missing his friend, his happiness, his only person he can call his 'relative' back then, the person that stopped his lonely days and nights roaming around the silent cold park of Busan, the kid that he helped from dying, the reason why he continued to live. Because of Jungkook, he had a purpose to continue living, for the sake of the kid he saw laying on the streets.