Chapter Two: Rooms
The drive felt endless, but finally, we returned. Namjoon, with his usual efficiency, assisted Jin out of the car. Jin, ever delicate, accepted the help, his slender frame almost swallowed by the height of Namjoon’s assistance. I watched, a familiar detachment settling over me as I observed the fragile boy seated within the car.
I moved to his side, opening the door with a practiced hand. He hesitated, then stepped out, his movements uncertain. We moved as a group into the house. As soon as we crossed the threshold, a chorus of greetings rose from the waiting staff – rows of maids bowing in unison. As always, we acknowledged them with a nod, but our new acquisitions, our ‘property,’ would be expected to return the courtesy with a gentleness that matched our own.
“Namjoon, remind them of the protocols,” I prompted, my voice low. He nodded, his attention already focused on the task. We ascended the stairs, leading our new ‘guests’ to their assigned quarters. A high-pitched voice cut through the silence, a sound that always grated on my nerves. “Joon! It’s been too long!” A woman, draped in a tight black dress that strained against her generous curves, clung to Namjoon’s arm.
I saw the irritation flicker across Namjoon’s face. With a flick of my finger, she was unceremoniously dragged to the side of the room. She whimpered, but I ignored her. “Darling, do not become attached to him,” I said coldly, my gaze sweeping over the woman’s face. “We do not foresee ourselves with ‘fake blood.’" The term, a dismissal of those who didn't provide the requisite satisfaction, was a blunt reminder of our power. The only way to truly sate a vampire’s thirst was to find a ‘partner’ – a vessel whose scent triggered a desire that bordered on obsession. Namjoon gave me a tight hug, a playful gesture. I pushed him away, my expression unyielding. “Now, who says a cold one is terrible?” he grinned, his eyes alight with mischief. Rolling my eyes, I abruptly stopped.
A light impact behind me, followed by a thud. I turned.
Jimin’s pov:
The house was… enormous. Ginormous, actually. I couldn’t believe only two people inhabited such a space. Lost in my wonder, I collided with someone’s back, the force sending me stumbling backward, my elbow slamming against the polished hardwood. Hesitantly, I looked up. The man I’d bumped into stared down at me, his eyes cold and assessing.
My legs trembled, and I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to recoil. Jin, ever the gentle soul, knelt beside me. “Did you hit your head? Do you feel nauseous? Can you hear me?” His voice was laced with concern. My eyes never left the man who’d loomed over me. “No, I’m fine. Just hit my elbow,” I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper. The taller man, Namjoon, bent to help us both to our feet. “Sorry, my friend doesn’t really know how to seem nice. Although he is very kind.” We nodded our heads to Namjoon. When everything was cleared up he turned, "Ok, these will be your rooms! If anything just ask the maids what you need help with, and if you are to ever be summoned by us make sure to know where we are."
I simply nodded, trying to subtly glance at Yoongi. “Alright, we will leave you all to it!” Namjoon said kindly. Jin and I walked into the rooms. I stared, breathless. The room was stunning – vast, opulent, and filled with a quiet luxury. The floor tiling was intricate, the bed a grand expanse of silk and velvet.
Everything about it was perfect. Lost in thought, I didn't notice the door opening behind me. Lightning quick I ran over to the door to open it. "Jin! Can you believe this! It's so amazing!" I squealed as I saw Jin in the door allowing him to enter. I looked over at Jin who gave me a weak smile, "Jimin, I'm afraid. I don't want to be a slave for his dirty work." A pang of pain shot through me as I stared at my hyung.
I offered him a reassuring smile. "Well, he seemed very nice to you. Also seemed very interested in you as well!" I winked, a playful gesture. We both burst into laughter, collapsing onto the mattress. A sigh escaped us both as the laughter subsided. “Jin, I really love you, please don’t ever leave,” I blurted out, the words spilling from my mouth before I could stop them. “I’ll never leave Jimin, I love you too much!” Jin responded, his voice filled with emotion.
Even if the house was amazing, rich, fancy, grand, I wouldn't care. As long as I have Jin in the room I will never feel lonely.