*** Standing frozen on my feet, I gaped at the frowning male infront of me with open wide mouth as I try to muster words from my slightly flustered minds. Yoongi clucked his tongue as his frown deepened and it hit me again as I felt my throat burns. A waves of emotions filled with curiosity, hatred, sadness and lust just hit me and I felt dizzy from the overwhelmed feelings as my mouth start to drool. All I wanted to do is to dry those delicious emotions out of him until he felt nothing,
“I have enough guessing, now tell me what you really are!”, Yoongi’s hiss brought me back from my trance as I drown in all those emotions he let out and I couldn’t help but notice how he bit his bottom lip slightly -the lust spread like wild fire as he did so- as the sudden hunger hit me in the guts,
I pull my wrist from him but he just grip them tighter before trapping me between his body and the tree. I glared, this is not good, not good at all, I have to get away from this hunger before I make another mistake!, its bad thing already to bound him to me without him knowing it, -not to mention we hates each other, its not even funny anymore- I can’t lose control like that again!
“what are you spurting about?! You know what I am! Now let me go, jerk!” I retort back, struggling even more but Yoongi just push forward as our face now inch apart from each other and I gulped as he invaded my personal space. Oh God why did he had to smell this good?! -I always thougt them to rotten to the core, all of them-,
Yoongi smirked as he watch me seems shrink in size under him “you know what I’m talking about, that day you attack me on the tower, I thought you were just under a ‘blood driven’ but we both know ‘blood driven’ only happen between two mates and last time I check, we’re not, besides” he paused as he look me straight in the eye and I gulped, knowing well what he saw in the silver orbs,
“’blood driven’ eyes glowed red, but instead, yours gleam silver like moon above us, so, I’ll ask again, what are you Lee JooYeon?”,
That’s it! Anymore than this I’ll go crazy!,
Pulling my wrists from his grip with all my strength, I kick his shin and bolted from the garden as fast as I could while Yoongi shouted and cursing at me at the same time whilst holding his kicked shin as I ignored his call and run through the hallway,
Damn hunger! I have to found a way keep this new hunger of mine in line before I lost my sanity!.

 

*** Groaning slightly, I wipe my neck with the back of my hand as I paused from my activity, polishing the marble floor with bare hand while the other staffs of the manor busy decorating my surrounding for Nara’s birthday slash crowning ball tomorrow. Such an irony indeed, considering how the said day was also my birthday and yet here I am, polishing the floor for my beloved half sister when no one seems to remember that me too, is a birthday girl, I’m not complaining! I’m not,
Nara’s in the family room, hanging out with the ‘princes’ as they pampering her with gifts and all -its not even her birthday yet for God sakes!- while her mother torture me with all this chores and lack of foods, she cut all my blood bags stock now after I end up proving my self came back from the woods unscathed, she didn’t even try to hide her rage when I throws my smug smile at her -an act that cost both of my arms and legs if I may say, seeing how I felt like they could actually fell off anytime soon after all this hellish chores-. Speaking of the ‘princes’,
They has stop bugging me after that day Yoongi cornered me, much to my relief, they seems being the one that avoiding me this time and I couldn’t get more happy at this new situation, even Nara stop bullying me -or is it because she just to busy going around bragging her birthday dress to whoever kind enough to listen?-. So even without anyone remembering my birthday, it felt like the most beautiful gift I could ask for,
I keep scrubbing and polishing the floor before a shadow loomed over me and I look up in jolt, looking straight onto my step mother face as she frowned at me, “is this what you call polishing? Start over, I want everything’s perfect for my princess ball” she said in haste, tapping her shiny shoes on the spot I’ve polished, smudging a shoe mark on the smooth surface. I gawked at her antic, after hours scrubbing the spot!,
“and also, I want you to check and clean all the fireplaces in this house, don’t miss even one, there’ll be a few guests who might spent a night over” she added again before turn around to check other thing. A few staffs and maids threw me a sympathetic looks as they heard all my step mother words. I look at her with a slight ajar mouth,
“but I’ve done this for hours! I won’t have time to clean up or get ready for the ball if I did that!” I protested. Actually, I didn't even care about the ball, I just wanted a reason to rest before this arms of mine really fell off from its joints -even if I do wanted to attend the ball, I don’t have any dress or whatsoever to wear, so why bother?-,
My step mother pause from giving order to the staffs for a second and turn her face slightly at me, one brow lifted as she throws her evil smiles, and I know instantly what those looks mean, “who said you'll atte