Bloodlust | Vmin

Chapter 7 - The Hunter

Back from the infirmary, Taehyung now had to deal with yet another nightmare. Physical Education. No, he didn't hate it because he was bad at sports or anything. In fact, he loved sports, they were fun activities for him. But the thing that came after the class was what he dreaded the most.

For some reason, whenever he was in a locker room full of sweaty and sometimes naked boys, his vampire instincts became stronger.

He'd usually stick close to the older males of their class, the muscular and tall ones because for some reason their scent didn't really have an effect on him. He always made sure to stay away from Jimin every time they changed because... There was no way he'd be able to walk out of that place without at least a boner. Just thinking about him all sweaty made Taehyung's breath hitch.

He still remembers the time when his fangs suddenly popped out in the middle of their volleyball game when he bumped into Jimin and fell with him on top of his chest two years ago. Thankfully nobody noticed, but damn. Since then, he made sure to never repeat the same mistake again.

"Senpai, let's go?" The shorter's voice broke him out of his thoughts as he looked up to meet Izumi's cute smile.

He got up from the small bench and followed the younger out the locker room, not feeling the pairs of dark eyes shooting holes at his back.

"Oh, senpai this, senpai that!" Jimin imitated, raising his voice to a higher pitched one as he saw Taehyung leave him behind to go with the Japanese twink. "Taehyung's not landing his feet in Japan ever again, that's for sure!" He angrily spat as he put on his sports clothes, slamming his locker with brutality, making some other guys in the room jump and catching the attention of one of them.

"Hey, Park." One of the guys called out in a low, slightly seductive voice.

Jimin immediately rolled his eyes, annoyed, recognizing the voice easily. "What do you want, Jackson?" He bitterly asked, crossing his arms, looking at the taller male with killer eyes. He wasn't not in the mood for this right now.

Jackson Wang. 12th grade. Eighteen years old. The biggest jock in their school. Also known as the biggest flirt and a total playboy. In other words according to Jimin – bad news.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this stressed before. If you want, I can help you relax..." He said and leaned against the locker next to the shorter, looking him up and down hungrily.

Unfazed and used to the flirting, Jimin simply shook his head and walked away, making Jackson smirk at him. He loved when they played hard to get.

"He totally wants me."

Jimin jogged out of the locker room to the field, ignoring the other's predatory stare on him. At least they were playing basketball today, one thing he liked at least.

Once the whole class was gathered together, the teacher spoke up. "Alright, you guys know the routine, 10 minute run, go, go, go!" He said, making everyone groan.

The students started running, forming groups with their close friends as their feet stomped on the fake grass angrily, warming up their muscles.

The blue haired boy was running in a steady pace, looking at the maniacs ahead of him running like rocket ships with a smirk. Those idiots wouldn't last long.

"Hey." A small voice said from beside him, and Taehyung smiled at seeing Izumi run by his side with the same pace.

The shorter boy made running look like nothing whenever they ran together.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, huh?" The taller said, his breathing a bit shaky from running.

Izumi chuckled and looked up at Taehyung with a shy smile, "You're actually a really good runner. I was just trained professionally so I have an advantage." The shorter said, his breathing steady compared to the majority of the other boys.