*Heart races. He had another strange dream—flashes of a ballroom bathed in blood, whispers in a language he doesn’t understand, silver eyes in the dark*
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*Rubs the back of his neck. It’s sore—like someone touched him there in her sleep*
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*Suddenly his eyes went on silver pendent*
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*The silver pendant lies on his nightstand. He’s sure he left it in his bag last night. He stares at it*
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*muttering*
I need more sleep…
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Taehyung arrives for his shift. He tells his best friend and fellow intern, Marissa, about the alley and the man who vanished.
Marissa
*playfully skeptical*
You sure you didn’t just hallucinate a hot vampire dude? Maybe your sleep-deprived brain is writing fanfiction now.
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*flatly*
I got blood on my coat. It’s not fiction.
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Jungkook's Penthouse
Jungkook stands before a wall of monitors—feeds from street cameras, Taehyung’s apartment building, even the hospital’s security system.
He’s not just human. He’s him. I feel it. His blood called to me.
Jeon Jungkook
*Touches the screen gently, eyes locked on Taehyung's image*
Jeon Jungkook
*softly*
This time, I’ll protect him properly. No one will come between us.
Min Yoongi
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At night
Taehyung returns home to find a bouquet of blood-red roses on his kitchen table.
There’s no card. No one has access to his place.
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*Checks the locks. Intact*
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*Notices: the pendant is gone from the nightstand*
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*Phone buzzes*
Taehyung took out his phone from his pocket and saw a from unknown number
Unknown number: “You’re safe now. Sleep well, caro mio."
Kim Taehyung ( Ore )
*Stares at the message, every instinct screaming run. But another part of him—the part that’s been dreaming of silver eyes—feels something disturbingly close to comfort*
Jeon Jungkook
*Watching from the building across the street, expression unreadable*
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