Jimin is not your typical twenty-year-old man. He does not like sex, for one thing, he would much rather read a book than getting involved in any of that nonsense. Lost in a daydream, he stroked at a scar that runs from under his left eye halfway down his cheek. Jimin often found himself pondering its origins, he assumes he got it from childhood but, cannot recall the act. He may never know where or who it came from. Sat alone in a cramped room he opened a book that his brother had brought him earlier. It was about light bulbs and other electrical things. To many, it would perhaps seem boring, not to Jimin though. He adores learning and being amazed by ingenious inventions. He didn't fully understand how it all works but figuring it out as part of the fun.
A young man was pushed inside the dimly lit room by an unseen figure. He fell to his knees, as the door banged shut behind him. The man quickly realized that he was not alone and glared up at Jimin. Jimin exhaled irritated by the portion of sympathy that washed over him. The young man was small in height and stature, his face beautifully rounded.
Jimin shook himself mentally and yanked the man up to his feet. Then a tad softer pushed him down into a chair placed in the middle of the room.
"Who the hell are you people?" The young man demanded. He was terrified but clearly trying to regain composure.
"Shh." Jimin placed a finger to the man's lips silencing him.
The man peered into Jimin's bright blue eyes. He believed they were the most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen. His voice and panic were lost, he wanted nothing more than to stare into those eyes for eternity.
"What is your name?" Jimin asked.
"Erm," he cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. "Yoongi. I'm Yoongi."
"That's a nice name." Jimin mused "What a shame, you're really good looking too."
"Is that a bad thing?" Yoongi asked confused.
Jimin took hold of a needle and syringe from a small table.
Yoongi gasped. He stood up to run but instantly he was pushed right back down into the chair.
How did he move so fast? Yoongi wondered.
Jimin smiled at Yoongi, almost sympathetically. "I just need some of your blood. That's all."
"What? Why? Where the hell am I?"
"You don't need to know that." Came a new voice from the doorway. Another man. He was taller than Jimin but not as muscled. "Jimin, when you're done, the master wants a word."
Jimin tutted. "Fine Hoseok, I'm almost done."
So, his name is Jimin. Yoongi's thoughts raced. And he has to see the master? Dammit, so neither of these two are in charge? Well, I may be able to get some information from the short one. He doesn't seem to want to be here any more than I do.
Hoseok giggled. "I think this one likes you Jimin."
Yoongi blushed He hadn't recognised that he had been staring into those eyes again. Not that he needed to be embarrassed as Jimin did not seem to care. No reaction from him at all, he just proceeded to take Yoongi's blood, mechanically, rather like the checkout workers in supermarkets.
Hoseok left the room, bolting the door behind him.
"I know what you're thinking," Jimin said startling Yoongi.
"Yeah, we all have our own special talent. Mine just happens to be telepathy."
Yoongi tensed. Is he taking the piss?
"No, I'm not. It's true. And you are correct, I would rather be someplace else than here."
"I don't understand. I must be dreaming. Where the fuck am I? Who are you and your 'Master'? What is going on?"
Jimin gently patted Yoongi's hand. "I'm sorry that you ended up here. I am what you would call a vampire, as is Hoseok, that other guy that came in, and like our Master."
Yoongi scoffed. "Alright, seriously. This shit is not funny. I wanna either go home or wake up right now!"
"I'm afraid you can't."
"Are you gonna kill me?"
"I hope not," Jimin whispered. "That is not up to me to decide."
Tears formed n Yoongi's eyes, he did not bother to fight them back. It seemed futile at this point. He just stared into Jimin's beautiful eyes, as the tears ran down his face.
"Everything I ever believed is a lie." He muttered. "You say you're a vampire. I'm programmed to disbelieve you, that it is not possible. And yet, I feel it. What you're telling me is the truth."
Jimin nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry."
Jimin loathed his father's office, such a huge space, filled with nothing more than a desk, a chair, a wardrobe and bookshelves. With only a candle to light the room, it was very dark and depressing, small and claustrophobic.
"Alright Jimin." His father, The Master spoke. "Why is it that you cannot do one simple little thing that I demand of you?"
Jimin scowled. "I've done what you wanted."
The Master was not a large man, more of a medium. But he had a huge dark presence that demanded obedience. "Oh, really?" He snarled across the table at Jimin. "Is that why you are here and not up there, patrolling?"
Jimin silently scolded himself. He had completely forgotten.
"I'm still working on the man that was brought in earlier."
The Master sighed. Slowly he rose from his seat, walked around the desk towards Jimin. He gently placed a hand on his son's shoulder. Jimin squirmed, nervous and unsure of what would happen next.
"Jimin, don't make me punish you."
"I'm sorry, father."
The Master held Jimin's head in his hands, he bent down until he was face to face with his son.
"GET OUT THERE AND DO YOUR DAMN JOB!" He screamed
Jimin shot up knocking his chair over. He charges from the dark office, out into the lighter hallways. He closed his eyes, breathed in and out shakily. "Focus Jimin." He whispered to himself. "What's wrong with you?"
"Pretty good question, little man." Hoseok giggled beside him.
Jimin eyed Hoseok. "Why are you back early?"
"Well," Hoseok smirked. Slapping him on the back, maybe a bit too hard as Jimin stumbled a bit. "My so-called partner decided to pull a sickie, so I thought I should come back to check on him."
"You mean that you wanted to see if I got punished for it?"
"Well yeah. There was that, but I thought you might still be with your new boyfriend that you can't have."
"I don't know what you're talking about Hoseok."
"Yeah, you do. I saw how he was looking at you." Hoseok leaned in closer. "And I also know how he made you feel."
"What? You sensed my emotions?" Hoseok that's rude! What's wrong with you?"
Hoseok shrugged off the question. "Oh please. Like what you were feeling wasn't rude enough? Though, I thought you would have known I sensed it when you read my mind. Seems you were too distracted at the time huh?"
"You cannot tell anyone about it Hoseok!"
"Don't worry little man I got your back."
"Stop calling me that."
"Why? You are a man and you are little."
Jimin just tutted, choosing to ignore the fact that Hoseok might have been right. There was definitely something alluring about Yoongi.