BITE MARKS | vk

XXVIII

POV KIM TAEHYUNG

    "Come on, open the door," Jeongguk's voice is alarmingly similar to the one this man has. If it wasn't for the mistake he made with Jimin, I would have thought it was him.

    I gesture to Namjoon to stay quiet as I sneak toward his kitchen. As cautious as possible I open a drawer and gulp as a shiny silver Chef's knife shows itself to me.

    I pick it up, knowing I'd never have the stomach to actually stab someone, but we need to defend ourselves in some way.

    I turn back to the hallway, only to let out a sudden scream. Namjoon's lying on the floor, unconscious I hope, and an unknown man stands in front of him.

    "Is this a way to welcome your guests?" he asks with a wicked smile spread along his half-masked face. The mask allows you to see his lips and much-malformed teeth. A black fabric covers his nose, eyes, and hair, if he has any.

    "Don't worry, he's not dead. And put down the knife. We both know you're not using it," he chuckles as he walks my way.

    I point the knife toward him.

    "Step any closer and we'll find out," I say, not knowing where the spirit came from. But it works as he stops walking.

    "Don't you want to know about your little friend?" the man asks as he leans against the wall, "or your little boyfriend?"

    Jeongguk is absolutely not little but compared to this giant he probably is. This is a weird thought to me but can't distract me right now. How curious I might be, I need to get him out of here.

    "I want to know how you got into the house," I say and lower my knife slowly.

    "What if we make a deal? I answer any question you've got. About Jeon, about Park, about my way of entering places... And in return, you tell me one thing I want to know," he says.

    I can't trust him...

    "I'm a man of my word," he smiles his ugly smile.

    "I'm sorry that I don't trust you," I tell him sarcastically as I hold up the knife again. I'm not sorry at all.

    "Alright, let's say it like this. If you don't go with my deal, I'll give my people orders to kill your little friend, Jimin."

    I gulp at his words. I don't want to risk him actually telling the truth this time. I lower the knife again and his sickening smile returns.

    "W-What was it you know about Jeongguk?" I hear myself ask. Oh, so not the time to ask these questions. Questions I don't even want to be answered.

    "He's a werewolf. Just like Jimin," the man says without a doubt but with a hint of disgust. He must hate them.

    For a moment I don't know what to do. Memories of Jeongguk and I flash through my mind as I pick out all the weird unexplained events.

    Werewolves don't exist...

    But what if they do?

    "E-Even if I would believe that... How would you know?" I ask, trying to mask my feelings of confusion, shock, and disbelief. Trying to stay as calm as possible.

    "Just like how you knew. Observing them," he says, words that hit me right in the chest. I lost grip of my mask as he took me completely off guard with his last comment.

    "I-I didn't k-know," I say, I stutter. Why am I stuttering? I clear my throat hoping he thinks the stutter came from there instead of my emotions and the feeling that comes with being vulnerable.