Bloodlust | Vmin

Chapter 12 - It's Okay To Not Be Okay

New update because I turned 18 two days ago and my best friend forgot about my fucking birthday and when I posted about the Chimmy plushy my mom got me she saw it and texted me after, pretending like nothing happened.

I'm doing fucking great. Just marvelous...

****

It looked so beautiful... So sweet... The blood freely flowing down Jimin's gentle hand looked so vivid. It was a gorgeous shade of red like Taehyung had never seen before.

A thick droplet of the red liquid fell to the floor, staining the wood, as Taehyung's eyes followed its movement, the alluring smell clouding his senses.

He reached over slowly and took the older's hand in his. Jimin blushed slightly at the touch, his heart skipping a beat.

"T-Tae?" He shyly whispered, biting his lip.

"So pretty..." Taehyung mumbled in a low voice, his eyes never leaving the scarlet color on Jimin's beautiful skin.

He licked his lips, feeling a sudden urge to taste it. What would Jimin's blood feel like in his tongue? It looked so delicious...

His throat dried up almost immediately. He had fed just a day ago and he was already craving for more. He couldn't help it. Not when it was Park Jimin's blood.

"Blood..." His voice was deeper than usual, and Jimin felt a shiver run down his spine at his tone.

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's just a little scratch, I'll be fine." Jimin assured, thinking Taehyung was just worried about his injury.

"It's so red..." There was that voice again. It shook Jimin to his very core. It felt as if something was trying to pull him in, hypnotize him.

He chuckled. "Yeah, blood's usually red, Taehyung. Though I'm almost a hundred percent sure yours is green or blue, my little alien." Jimin joked, giggling at the way Taehyung kept staring at his hand, like a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

Taehyung's thumb lightly brushed over his open wound, and Jimin hissed a little, causing the younger to stop. He looked up at his best friend, and suddenly pulled his hand away.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell am I doing?! This is Jimin, for fuck's sake! His blood is absolutely out of the list!

"Hmm, let me go get something for your hand. Be right back." He quickly excused, dashing down the hallway to the bathroom, leaving a confused Jimin behind.

"What in the world is up with him...?"

****

Jimin had his arms crossed as he stood before the younger, looking up at him with a soft glare.

"Okay. Start talking."

Taehyung gulped, looking away.

"There's nothing to talk about..." He said, shrugging.

The older gave him a stern expression, trying to see through him. Taehyung had never been an easy guy to read, but Jimin had caught on to some habits he had whenever something was wrong. And right now, something was extremely wrong.

He sighed. Jimin walked past him and sat on the younger's bed, signaling for him to do the same. Taehyung followed, sitting a few feet away from his best friend.

"Taehyung, I'm worried about you. I know something's up." He said, replacing the serious look on his face with a gentle one, wanting to make sure the younger was comfortable.