You ran to your best friend’s house, as you were late again to your meeting time, but he didn’t really mind. The both of you had gotten home late from the frat party last night and you had to fix the smeared makeup on your face when you woke up.

The deal was you had to see each other the next morning after every party to make sure the other was alive as well not guilt-ridden. You fixed yourself up to see Jimin and flew towards his house. 

It didn't help that you wanted to look presentable to him because you had harbored a small crush on him for god knows how long but you were best friends and your friendship kept first. You reached his door and knocked loudly in case he was still sleeping but as soon as your knuckles left the wood, it swung open.

"Hey, ______." Jimin said, he wore his usual gray hoodie and basketball shorts. His hair was a mess but he wore that signature smile of his and you smiled back for a moment.

It was then you noticed there was a strange tone to his voice and you frowned. He didn't say anything more so you just walked in and left it at that, for now.

You headed straight down to the hallway to his bedroom, your typical routine, and he followed quietly after you. As soon as you sat down on his bed, you gave him a look and he sighed. He pulled down the hoodie and showed you the bandages on his neck. 

Your very audible gasp filled the silent room and he looked away from you, embarrassed. "Jiminnie, what happened?" You asked. You reached up and you could feel how deep the cuts went.

You gave him a look and he nodded, you slowly removed the bandage to see the damage and you gasped again. "Are these bite marks?" You asked him. You had heard stories but never seen anything concrete.

Jimin nodded with a sigh, his hand brushed over