Sweet Blood - bts

004

Jimin had nicely escort you to the girl's dorm building. It's quite far now that you actually payed attention at the way, it was awkwardly silent with his hand on your shoulder, restraining you from walking faster.

Earlier you were lost at appreciating the school while walking around, not quite paying attention at the ways and turns til you saw the library and the familiar back which was Namjoon's. You were mentally thanking Jimin's help on going back to the dorms, you are quite sure you'll be lost even with the map.

Now lying down on your pj's which you wished you could strip down due to the fact that you were getting warm and want to feel the cold breeze on every bit of your skin. You were always craving for the alternate, sometimes wishing warmth when it's cold and vice versa.

Hani however is out. When you came back the room was empty. Not that you cared.

"I swear I was sleepy." you mumble under your breath, tossing on either sides to get comfortable to sleep. You blamed the pajama that covered your whole legs and arms from keeping you to get a good sleep.

Getting annoyed, you stand up and strip the clothes off then jumped back inside the sheets. Still, you were bothered and couldn't sleep, like you can feel eyes around you and watching you from your bed.

You brush it off along with the duvet, throwing it off of your body so you could feel the cold night air.

The day came to your mind, from Ms. Adelheide to Jimin. This school is getting more interesting and you were ready to test the waters for tomorrow, when you start your class.

Curiosity, you were also ready to feed it. It was curious about something in the people you've met today. They were all still strangers and you couldn't wait to get to be their potential friends since there was something luring you into them.

If it was any other, you couldn't dare give a glance but with them you did and that entice you to dig a little more deeper. The school as well is large and explorable, you would try and familiarize the whole 7,000 square meters of this land and find something exciting on the way.

To say you were quite the adventurer is an understatement, you've ran out of your home too many times, just to explore places by foot. And it was before you could even count one to ten and now.

I can do this, I can get an impression. I'll just be myself. You mentally thought before feeling yourself drifting to sleep and the last thing you saw before shutting your eyes close was a pair of legs under Hani's bed.

Exactly 5:03 am you wake up due to your body clock and felt super cold. Guessing that that is how mornings in this area is, you shiver in reaction.

You look around to see your roommate sleeping on her bed in her jeans. Thinking of how to start the day, you decided to freshen up, taking your bathing kit, towel and uniform to the bathroom down the hall.

It was still quiet when you were done on your business. You got back to your room to get your bag and try to find Heather. Hani being deep in her sleep amidst your ruckus on finding your school shoes.

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Knock.

"Is Heather there?" you ask the roommate when she opened the door.

"Good morning to you too. But no." she smiles while shaking her head.

"I'm sorry." you peep, "I'm Lara, Heather's best friend, you must be Jennie?"

"It's fine, Heather talks a lot about you." she giggles. "But she's really busy. I guess since she's not here, she does that once in a while."

You frown, "Hm, I guess she's busy, I hope she's safe. Can you tell her that I came by, twice?"

Jennie nods, "Sure. Nice meeting you Lara." she smiles before closing the door.

There is still more time left till classes would start and you have to wait for introductions so you could claim a seat. Before you could place your bag in the classroom and explore the grounds without it.

So, you walk around the school with the bother of a heavy bag, your locker is yet to be issued so all of your things are packed in the bag.

Apparently, there's a beautiful garden at the back of the school building with a fountain and few benches. You sit your bag on one of the seats and continue on looking around.

Few large trees are scattered around the place with a set of stone tables and chairs along its shades. Bushes and pots of flowers and plants sat beside the stone pathway with fresh short grasses blanketing the ground, perfect for picnics.

The fountain has a beige statue of a petite lady with her head in half as well as her legs. It truly is an art with her hands shielding her non-existing eyes from the sky. You wanted to take a few pictures as it seemed aesthetic with the petals of the sakura trees falling to its water, but you couldn't with the lack of electronics you could possess.

You only have a mini map device -that you didn't want to use, because you don't want to rely on it and your adventurer ego would be hurt- and a calculator.

Small chatters could be heard around buzzing like bees. It's coming to 7am and classes would start soon enough. But what interests you is a guy, sitting on one of the trees' branch.

He didn't seem uncomfortable but the extrovert side of you -which was hiding all this time- wanted to greet this interesting person. You had remember a childhood friend whom you teased monkey when all that friend did was sit on anywhere other than a normal seat, though the memory is very vague.

You walk until you were in front of the tree he rests. But then the other side of you decides to hesitate, wanting to let him be and to not bother him since he is asleep by how his breathing seemed slow and stable. His arm covered half his face, probably blocking the daylight, his lips slightly open enough for air to travel through.

"Stop staring."

It made you flinch when you heard his voice as his lips moved to form the words. Caught in act, you panicked, heart beating rapidly as you turn your head to the side and stare at the tree's trunk that seemed to be interesting.

Staring is rude but that habit of yours didn't really go away. You thought it was just a phase as a kid to stare at anything that catches your attention. But that was years ago and you still love to stare unknowingly to anybody. And getting complaints is still something you're trying to get used to.

The bell rang and you shuffle on your feet running left and right, back to where the guy was and then the right way. You heard him groan while stretching his body before stomping his feet on the grass creating a faint thud.

Taking your bag, you glance not so sneakily at the mysterious guy–that must've had another set of eyes other than the pair on his face. He walk past you without looking your way, like you didn't exist.

It hurt for some reason but damn is he pale as hell that snow white would not be snow white. He must be her son then, but he seemed to have more of a gothic vampire, than a princely vibe. You wouldn't be surprised if he is. That'd be obvious.

His lean figure matches his physique well with his poker face that didn't seem to appease some students on the way. Since the groups of students in the way scurry to the side when he comes by. He didn't seem like some type of delinquent or gangster, just unapproachable.

Well, more reasons to approach.