XIII

A vampire and human relationship hasn’t been unknown to the world who believed at the blood-er creatures’ existence. Even in movies – mostly in gores and thrillers – vampires were not unusual as characters; they were mostly used to the extent of being main. It’s true though that vampires, in general, are pale and cold as snow to the eyes and touch of humans. And of course, the most common known to the humans, is that vampires hate – no, maybe even loathe – garlics. Just what would you get by eating those? It tastes like trash that burns your tongue and makes your breath smells like . To vampires, garlic are just cloves of spawn of Satan (if we are to translate it to human’s terms. Whatever.).

But. But unlike of what people see in the movies, they aren’t glistening and sparkling under the rays of sun. They’re maybe as pale as snow but their skin were not made of glitters to shine (excuse me). Unlike in the movies, they’re not afraid to walk under the sun of getting burned down to ashes. Unlike in the movies, they’re not really enemies with wolves; just as long as they both know not to step over each other’s territory, because these creatures of the night are strongly territorial – even to their partners, mates and humans.

Vampire.

In books are a folklore legend that is known as immortal; non-living but not dead; no pulse, no heartbeat but living. They can live for a hundredths and thousands of years. Pale and cold. Moon and bloodlust. Feeds on human’s blood. A night creature. And said to be dangerous, scary.

And Min Yoongi happens to be a half-human, half-vampire. An S-Class vampire to be exact; a royal. The strongest clan of their kind. And in the said world, a royal half-vampire was not welcome to exist. Because they think humans are weak; nothing but a source of food; nothing but to fulfill their blood thirst. And having a human blood running in your veins is not a very good news to the entirety of your kinds.

S-Class are strictly should be only composed with pure blood vampires. And Yoongi, as a half-vampire, was given 21 years to live his life; a life that was supposed to be an eternal but will end with a painful death on his 21st birthday. A death that no one will know. A death that no one will remember. An existence that will leave no remains.

And to escape the awaiting death, he needed a certain human. His human. A certain human in the name of Park Jimin.

3 months.

There are only 3 months left before Yoongi’s 21st birthday and he has long gone completed his mission.

“Am I really this dumb or what?” Hoseok asked, more like to himself than to anyone as he pads over to their shared living room; socked feet thudding against the cold floor, holding a tray with two bowls of ramyun. “Why didn’t I realize it this fast that you already got a sip of your human’s blood?”

Yoongi adjusts his red headphone hanging around his neck, eyes still nailed on the bright screen in front of him, humming at Hoseok’s words. “I don’t know. But yeah, you’re dumb from day one.”

Hoseok shot Yoongi a glare on his way, an action they both know all too well doesn’t intimidate the older boy a bit and he scoffed. “I just thought our Jiminnie smells like you because you’re practically all over him.” He brought the tray down their coffee table, swatting Yoongi’s leg from the sofa.

Yoongi unknowingly growls low behind his throat when his bare feet come in contact with the chilling floor and Hoseok freezes from where he’s standing, cowering at the blonde’s action.

“Sorry,” the wolf whispers carefully, watching the half-vampire with keen eyes as he slowly sat himself at the other end of the sofa.

Yoongi just hissed; lifting his feet up on the sofa and tucking it under his thighs as he sat crossed-legs.

A comfortable silence settles between them, save for the sound of Yoongi tapping his fingers on his knee to the beat blasting on his headphones over his ears and the sound of soup being sipped as Hoseok starts eating his bowl of ramyun. But the silence that Yoongi was mentally thankful for doesn’t even last for five minutes when Hoseok decided his mouth should be busy not only in eating but also talking. What would you expect if you’re friends with this kid?

“But hyung, can’t that be the reason, too?” the wolf asked, one lonely noodle still hanging in between his lips.

“What are you talking, Hoseok?” Yoongi put his headphone down once again, fingers working on the keyboard furiously.

The younger boy tilts his head, wondering if his own words actually makes sense. “You’re always with Jiminnie. Maybe that’s why he smells just like you?”

Yoongi groaned with the words. “Hoseok, I’m not a wolf to scent my human.”

Hoseok uncontrollably flushes at the words. “Oh.”

“Speaking of scenting,” Yoongi’s finger hovers over the saved icon, one corner of lips subtly tugging in smirk, “You did scent that purple head kid, right?” It’s not a question, it’s rhetorical. And Yoongi can’t help but inwardly enjoy the flustered wolf.

“W-What?”

Yoongi, finally, finally looked up from his laptop screen after hours of hours of mixing and adjusting layers of the current song he’s working on; craning his neck to the right where Hoseok was sitting and squinting to adjust his eyes. If he just doesn’t have the intention of dragging this teasing a little bit longer, he’d no doubt laugh at the younger’s face. Hoseok should’ve seen his face; mouth slightly hanging open, eyes wide in shock and cheeks unnaturally crimson in color. The blonde might’ve coo, too, if ever.

“I know what I saw, Hoseok,” Yoongi hums.

The aforementioned boy flushed even deeper, if that’s even possible; dragging his eyes from Yoongi to his lap where the bowl of noodles is still perched. “No. N-No. It’s not like that…”

Yoongi quirked an amused eyebrow, smirked no longer painted on his lips at Hoseok’s nervous, quite tone. It’s unusual for someone as cheery and easy going as Hoseok, who he has known all his life. And Yoongi might have or might not have suddenly got interested to dig some more.

“Hmm. So what’s it like then?”

Hoseok shifts on his seat, hands tightening around the bowl he’s still holding. “R-Remember that wolf Sungjae?” he started, voice tentative and Yoongi tilts his head, eyes studying the younger’s nervous expression. “He’s been following Taehyungie secretly for the past weeks and… and I just want to take… precaution… as a friend.”

Yoongi stays quiet for a couple second long, leaning his back on the sofa. “So you decided to nosed him?” The younger boy nods his head slowly as an answer. And Yoongi suddenly wanted to smack his friend upside-down his head to knock some sense on him. Seriously. “You know Hoseok, you are not new in this and you know all too well that nosing is only for mates, right?” Hoseok doesn’t answer at that, but Yoongi saw him bit his lower lip and the latter unconsciously run his fingers through his blonde strands; a habit when he’s at loss for words.

The pregnant silence that settles after that is almost suffocating, slicing in the thin air. Hoseok dared a quick glance on the older boy’s direction from his peripheral vision and saw the half-vampire staring straight into the distance; brows furrowed and lips tight in thin line as if thinking about something deep and serious and Hoseok tried his best to control his shallowing breathing because he doesn’t want to piss the older anymore by disturbing his deep thought concentration.

Hoseok knows well what he did is not right. Like what Yoongi had said, he’s not new to this. The decision he did was rash and maybe, not wise, too, but he can’t bring himself regret a second of it. He thinks if he did not do it and let that Sungjae wolf have all his freewill stalking Taehyung like the creepy pup he is, that was what he’ll regret. Thinking about that possible outcome kind of aggravate the wolf inside a little bit more.

And so Hoseok took a deep breath, calming his nervous heart and turning his body to look at Yoongi properly. The half-vampire might’ve noticed him gathering his self and snapped out of his own train of thoughts to pay him attention once more.

“I don’t want you to think that I am regretting that decision I made, hyung,” he started with a quiet tone, heaving another set of deep breath before continuing, “Because I am not. And I admit I should’ve thought and considered of the consequences of nosing Taehyung but it’s him and…” he trails off, feeling his cheeks warming at the next words, “…and I just can’t ignore the fact that another wolf has taken an interest to him.”

Yoongi stares at the younger a bit too intense for comfort but Hoseok braced himself and hold the half-vampire’s eyes bravely in his; orbs alarmingly shining reddish and the wolf wants to back-out and just take his words back. But again, it’s Taehyung, and so he didn’t.

“Okay,” Yoongi says, tone light m