“Hoseok hates me,” Tae stated as we walked. He was moving leisurely with a spring to his steps. A complete change in his demeanor from minutes ago.
“Me too," I agreed.
“At least, I know why now.”
I rolled my eyes. “I am sorry about your memory,” I said, trying to stay neutral.
“So am I,” he said without even glancing at me.
“Ugh,” I stopped, a bit winded. Maybe I was getting a bit weak. It definitely didn't help that I could not sleep and had the most disturbing thoughts run through my mind all night. Every state around here was needlessly big.
“I thought Moonbyul told you to back off.”
“I am.” A little. I was not being as persistent as before. He wasn't really bothered, grinning as he strutted on the pavement. “Why are you so happy?”
“Why shouldn’t I be? This feels so right. Moonbyul scolding us and even this.” We were walking around the huge state surrounding the Kim manor. “Even you.”
I smiled at the thought he brightened up because Byul scolded him.
He was right. There was a comforting familiarity to the atmosphere as if time had stalled. “I missed you,” I said, truthfully, but this was different. I did not incessantly miss him anymore. The years that had helped me with that and it was more mild. As if everything was fine, but if I still had Tae around, it would be also fine and maybe a bit nicer. “I don’t know. You are different. But that’s what happens. You have changed in a good way, I guess. I guess people change.”
“You have not. You are the same person from 8 years ago.” I was. I barely changed in the past years. More so I resisted change. “Almost exactly the same,” he added. He held my arm and raised his eyebrow questioningly.
“It’s not magic if you are wondering,” I said. He narrowed his eyes. With the recent gain in memory everything must be really clear to him. “Was it this arm or the other one?” he asked, pressing both arms slightly. What? “You were shot yesterday.”
Oh. “I heal faster in my other form,” I stated.
"Not this fast," he noted, unconvinced.
“I have aged Tae.” That was more scary. The fact that I was aging and constantly and so so fast. I just wanted it to stop. I just want to live.
“I have grown, not much, just a couple of inches, which Joon says is about the average for my age. I have some wrinkles,” I pointed at the middle of my forehead where I frown. Joon and I had been meticulous at recording all the findings. Anything. My periods. Hair growth. Nail growth. Any white hair. Any new moles. Anything and everything.
He frowned. He had grown a lot. He was so much taller. “Are you worried?”
I nodded. It was just a matter of time.
“What are you going to do?”
I shrugged. “We should get going.”
He held onto my arms more tightly preventing me from moving. “No, no that’s not the solution.” Don't say that.
“I could try and turn myself into a vampire. That would buy me maybe 5-6 years. How many people had Jin changed? If he hasn’t changed a lot, there is a slightly more possibility of turning into a vampire,” I blabbered, trying to keep an airy atmosphere as his hands tightened with worry. I had thought of countless alternatives and came to no conclusion. I did not really know if I wanted an extension to a borrowed life. “I just have to be really careful about not killing anyone. I think I will be able to control-”
“Stop. JUST STOP. How can you say that?”
I just closed the gap between us and hugged him. “We have time.”
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Fanfiction"Why does everyone keep saying that? How isn't it me when I did it? I thought it. With my own brain and did it," I shouted. " And I still can sense the thought, the thought of wanting to kill you." He just kindly looked back at me and said, "Then t...
