[CONTENTID1] 7 [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] Healed [/CONTENTID2] 

[CONTENTID3]

So far, Jungkook and I haven’t encountered other people yet, so I couldn’t raise my hopes. But the voice did sound like a male’s, a bit like Jungkook’s. When I scanned the area, there was no one in sight.

“H-hello?” I called out, my voice still choppy from my mental breakdown.

Suddenly, a male walked from the forest onto the trail. It turns out, he appeared to look nothing like Jungkook. His outfit was plain and simple - He wore a thin white robe made of silk, and old-fashioned sandals with tiny little wings. He had hair the color of dark chocolate, and slightly feminine, ultramarine eyes that I found myself staring at. The violet-blue color was so beautiful, almost to the point of looking unreal.

He looked around before finding me bawling on the ground, and his gaze settled on me.

“I haven’t seen you around here, before.” He pursed his lips. His voice sounded like music to my ears, so gentle and melodic that I wanted to fall asleep.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Didn’t I ask you the same thing just a couple seconds ago?” He smiled, and I swear, his smile was so pure and innocent it was contagious. Moments later, I found myself grinning despite my already tear-stained face.

“I go by Hoseok.” He answered, stepping closer to me. He took a seat, the fabric of his robe flaring around him when he turned.

“I’m Yujin.” I said, and then pointed to the lifeless body whose I was crying over. “This is Jungkook.”

Hoseok studied Jungkook for a while before looking back up at me. “He’s not very talkative, is he?”

I frowned. Maybe this man was too innocent.  

“Well, I did hear that death affects your ability to talk.” I replied, a sardonic twist evident in my voice.

Beside Hoseok, a flurry of smoke and sparkles suddenly began to whirl, making me yelp in surprise. Eventually, it settled down and took the form of another male, one with long bleached hair - though he didn’t look a day older than twenty five - styled messily into a side part cut, with milky skin and startling red eyes. His black and crimson cape and clothes made me recognize him as a vampire.

“Hoseok.” The vampire spoke. His voice was deep and stern, one I would not like to mess with. “I told you not to run off.”

Hoseok gulped and avoided the vampire’s gaze. “Sorry.” He murmured, pretending to be fascinated by a large stone in the ground.

The vampire turned to me, and hi