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Disclaimer: The events are purely fictional. While BTS is real, I don't know them personally so this is just for fun. the original picture does not belong to me, but the editing does.
Warning: May contain mild language, violence, and blood. Later chapters may contain sensuality and/or smut, but not yet.
Beginning: Chapter 1
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Next: Chapter 4
“Physical—you’re attracted to me?” I asked hopefully.
“That would be what you’re stuck on,” Sam laughed. God, her laugh… “Yes, I find you attractive. Who wouldn’t? You’re fit and you have an attractive face with dimples to die for, though you do have purple hair.”
Sam’s musical laugh loosened my self-control. I grabbed her face gently and lowered my face down to hers. I heard her breath catch and not start again. I barely managed to control myself enough to keep us just two inches away from each other. I backed up and grabbed my head in exasperation. I screwed up.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” I heard her finally take in a breath. She held her hands up to her flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry. That’s why I tried to stay away from you all night.” Just far enough away.
“I-It’s ok. Just u-unexpected. Is this how it always is being around a vampire who likes you?”
I paused. “No. Usually, the connection doesn’t happen for a long while after the two meet. It usually happens when the vampire falls in love. But we don’t know each other like that so I don’t know why it happened this early. It’ll calm down more after some time. I’m really sorry for putting you in this position.” It was true, I had no idea why it had happened when it did. I’d never heard of it happening like this.
“It’s really ok. I just… didn’t expect it. And… I’m not sure if I’m ready to give someone new a chance.” She looked down, obviously embarrassed.
I frowned. Something had happened to her to make her afraid of starting something new. It made me want to know more about her. I wanted to know what had hurt her and make it disappear. No, that wasn’t right. I didn’t know her, why would I think like that? Was it the bond?
“Should we…” Sam indicated towards the cars. I nodded with reservation. I had an uncanny feeling that if we took her back, there would never be a reason for us to see each other again.
We quietly walked back to the cars together. Hoseok had apparently decided to let us work things out on our own as he had left with the other car. Everyone took their previous seats. I kept catching Sam’s eye in the side mirror. Every time I did, she would look down at her lap. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Yoongi glanced towards Sam and me. I had no idea what thoughts were going through his head, but the frown on his face said it wasn’t anything good. Yoongi had made it apparent in their previous conversations and tonight that he was at least interested in Sam, if he didn’t already like her. It made me nervous, uneasy, and actually upset.
When we reached Sam’s apartment, I was quiet. There was nothing more I could say right now. Yoongi insisted on going in and making sure that the man living with her now was safe to be around. The fact that he offered only ticked me off more. Sam laughed and told him that it was a kid. She had found the young human boy digging around through garbage in a back alley during one of her shifts. After finding out he’d survived a vampire attack, a gang initiation judging by the description, she took him home. He’d been staying with her for a few days now.
“I’m just glad I can finally do something about it now. Thank you for encouraging me to go to the meeting tonight. I talked to someone about the kid and they said I could bring him to a bigger place they have set up for kids like that. It’ll be nice to know he’ll be taken care of properly.”
“I bet you’ve taken care of him plenty,” I commented quietly.
“There’s only so much I can do in my position. But I feel better now knowing that I can be just the first stop to getting the kids into better lives. I’ve tried to help a lot before now, but I didn’t have the resources to get them really grounded into regular life.”
“You’re one of a kind,” Yoongi told her. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter. “You’re really brave for putting yourself into possibly compromising situations to help complete strangers.”
“I’m just paying it forward. I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for someone who helped me the way I help people. I want to make sure that other people have the opportunity I had.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t surprised; her desire to help people wouldn’t have come from nowhere. “Well, as much as I’m curious to know, I won’t ask you now. But maybe when we get to know each other better, we can swap stories.” My jaw clenched. I had no control over my anger. That was part of the issue with the bond.
Sam smiled. “I’d like that.” My heart dropped. She stepped out of the car, careful to avoid my eyes. “Thank you for the ride,” she said and then closed the door. I waited until she went into the apartment building and then pulled away.
“What’s with your face,” Jin asked me.
“Nothing,” I answered flatly.
“Bullshit. You look like you saw someone just kicked a puppy.”
“Was it because of Sam?” Yoongi piped in.
“Don’t sound so happy, hyung,” I spat. I was surprised by my actions, even if I couldn’t control it; I never talked to my hyungs like that.
“So it was,” Jin confirmed. “Did she turn you down?” Yoongi looked all too eager.
“No.” He frowned. “She just said she wasn’t sure if she was ready to try something. I can understand that. Especially because I’m a vampire and she’s a human…” It wouldn’t surprise me at all if that was a major reason for her being cautious.
“So?” Yoongi scoffed. “Look at Jin’s parents, right hyung? Your dad was a human before they got married and you remember how happy they were.” They were the sweetest couple and two of the best parents ever. They didn’t deserve a premature death. “Plus, Sam doesn’t seem to care about someone being a vampire or a human.”
“Back off, hyung.”
“No. She’s not your mate, she apparently doesn’t even want to date you—“ I lost control and swung at Yoongi, accidently jerking the car to the side for just a second.
“Enough!” Jin bellowed from the back. We both stilled. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw his ruby red eyes glinting back at me. Oldest or not, Jin was scary when he was pissed off; all of us could be when we were. But Jin was the only one who could put Yoongi in his place as well. “You two need to stop fighting like children and get over yourselves. Let her figure it out and stop trying to piss each other off. Alright?”
The car was silent for the rest of the ride home.
I went back to my usual schedule. I got the kid to the shelter and resumed my regular work schedule. I would ride my motorcycle to work, check in at the beginning of the shift, check with all the prisoners and other equalist enforcers that the prisoners were safe and being taken care of properly, and then take one of the work motorcycles to do my routes. If something came up, I took care of it, if it was quiet, I’d finished my shift quietly, check in with the prisoners and my coworkers again, and then clock out. Sometimes I had trouble sleeping and other times I passed out as soon as I got home.
Yoongi continued texting me as he’d been, but Namjoon had almost stopped. I hadn’t meant to hurt him with what I said, I just really hadn’t been sure if I was ready for a relationship. There was a lot he didn’t know about me and there was a lot I couldn’t say. At first, I wasn’t even sure if I was capable of moving on. But as a couple weeks passed, I found myself wanting to see him more and more. Surprising myself, I actually found myself missing him.
I didn’t know if it was loneliness or actual affection that made my thoughts constantly wander towards him. I felt something towards Yoongi, but it wasn’t like what I felt towards Namjoon. I enjoyed talking to Yoongi, but, as attractive as he was, I didn’t find myself attracted to him. He was nice and kind and caring and seemed to be a genuinely good guy. He was the type of guy I could actually be friends with.
With Namjoon though, I thought about the fire that shot through me when our hands touched. Just the thought warmed up my body again. I bit my lip. Maybe it was just an issue of needing to get laid. It’d been three years after all. Maybe all I’d felt with Namjoon was just sexual tension. But… I also wanted to know about him, to talk with him, be around him. So maybe it was more. There was only one way to find out.
I typed out the message and let my thumb hover over the send button. I started chewing on the knuckle of one of my forefingers before yanking it away with annoyance. I needed to stop that infantile habit. The message on the screen read, So when are you going to pay me back with dinner? Was it too much? Did it sound too demanding? Or did it make me sound desperate? But I didn’t want to just ask him out. That would be too forward. And how was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, I don’t know if I like you or just want to sleep with you, so let’s go out. Even though I’m a potential mate for you and any sort of behavior like this will only encourage you, let’s test your self-control.’ I decided to just go for it and pressed the send button.
Even though it was the middle of the night, the response came back less than a minute later. When are you free?
I panicked at hearing back from him so quickly. I sent back a response telling him that I was free on the weekend, a few days from then. Namjoon said he’d make reservations in the morning when everything else opened again. My text seemed to open up a flood that Namjoon had kept dammed up. We messaged each other all through the night until we both had to get ready for work in the morning.
All we did was talk about what we’d done since the gathering, nothing really personal, but I felt closer to him somehow. And with that, I developed a thirst to know more about him. I was reluctant to cut off to go to work, and he said the same, but we had to. That day would require a lot of caffeine, but it was worth it.
The guys met up in the lobby of their highrise apartments and everyone immediately noticed the difference in Namjoon’s demeanor. Even though he was obviously tired, they could see that he looked happy. As much as Yoongi hated himself for it, it made him angry. The only reason Namjoon would be that happy was if the cause of his initial mood had been taken care of. He must be talking to Sam again. Yoongi was upset because he’d been hoping that their conversations would bring them closer. Yoongi was deeply drawn to Sam, even if he didn’t completely understand why.
“What’s got you in such a good mood, hyung?” Taehyung began to tease.
“Maybe he’s finally done PMSing,” Jungkook added.
Namjoon knew he should be mad at them for being brats, but he was just in too good of a mood. Sam said she couldn’t promise anything, but she wanted to spend more time with him to figure out what her feelings towards him were. That was enough for now.
“I think he’s daydreaming,” Hoseok cut into his thoughts.
“Huh?” Namjoon asked stupidly. The guys, except Yoongi, burst out laughing.
“Did you finally get laid?” Jimin teased.
“What? No. Wait. Why would you ask that anyway?”
The younger boys started giggling madly.
“It’s Sam, right?” Jin asked. “She was why you were emo in the first place so she must have to do with why you’re happy now, right?”
Namjoon couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face.
“Sam?” asked Hoseok. The youngest two looked at Namjoon cautiously.
“Yeah,” Namjoon admitted. “She, uh, she agreed to go to dinner with me. And we were texting all last night.”
Jin glanced at Yoongi and saw the displeased expression on his face.
“Congrats!” Hoseok clapped him on the shoulder. “Make sure you don’t screw it up.”
“You really like her?” Jungkook asked quietly.
Namjoon stepped over to the younger one and ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry, she’s a good person. And if she does give me a chance, I won’t bring her around without checking with the both of you first. Ok?”
Jungkook and Taehyung nodded.
“C’mon then,” Jin cut in. “You guys are gonna make us late to work.” The guys filed out while Yoongi lagged behind. Jin waited for him. “Why are you so fixated on her?”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi responded as they walked together. “I just feel a bond with her. I haven’t had that moment of connection like Namjoon had, but I still feel it deep inside that she’s a potential mate for me as well. You know I love Namjoon like a brother, but when he talks about her, I just want to punch him. I don’t understand.”
“Have you met her before?”
“No, not that I can recall.”
Jin sighed. “Then I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”
Yoongi groaned in exasperation.
On that day, Sam went into work to discover that one of the vampires she’d taken care of a year ago had been booked for ‘threatening behavior’ and beaten for ‘resisting arrest’, common things the enforcers like to tag their targets with. Jason, an equalist enforcer, had traded off with another equalist, SooYoung, who had been on duty when the arrest happened. He’d stayed with the vampire to make sure there were no more incidences until ‘a lawyer could be found’. A lot of elitist public lawyers liked to delay any procedures for getting vampires lawyers, even if they weren’t the ones who were going to take the case. The department didn’t like their enforcers staying at headquarters while on duty, so off-duty officers would trade spots. Sam would trade with Jason when her shift ended, as tired as she would be.
Because of the contacts she made at the gathering, she was able to get a fair lawyer assigned the next day instead of having to wait three or four days. After her shift ended on Thursday she practically collapsed into bed. Friday was fortunately uneventful. When Saturday finally came, Sam was both excited and nervous. She looked at her closet with dread. She didn’t have much in the way of nice clothes. She had a few dresses and nice blouses, but she hadn’t worn most of them in three years.
Namjoon had sent her the name of the restaurant. It was a nice, but not completely fancy, restaurant well-known to be frequented by both vampires and humans. The establishment had prided itself on being a fair place. As long as you had the money to eat there and didn’t cause problems you were welcome there.
Sam tried on several outfits, snapping pictures and sending them to one of her friends, Rebecca. Rebecca recommended the knee-length, one-shouldered, dark blue dress with small jewels in intricate designs, small heels that matched, petite jewelry, and hair definitely down. After sending a resigned thank you, Sam hopped in the shower to start getting ready. She quickly finished and started on her makeup. It had been a long time since she’d worn anything, but she hadn’t forgotten how to put it on. She kept it light but made it a little sexy. She argued with herself over how good of an idea that was.
Then she moved on to her hair. Her hair was just past her shoulders. Rebecca sent her a text telling her to make it wavy, so she did. When it came time to pick jewelry, Sam was reluctant. She held the heavy chain of the necklace she’d worn every day for two years. And that was only after she could bear to take the ring off her finger and put it on said chain. She knew she would feel naked without the necklace. But maybe that was good. She knew she needed to move on; her friends had been telling her as much for a long time. She bit her lip anxiously and set the necklace in the jewelry box.
Most of her other necklaces were ones that he had given her. She hadn’t been able to make herself let go of them. She picked up a necklace with a flower pendant on it. It had been her mother’s necklace. She’d had to have it professionally cleaned and had a new chain put on it since it had been covered in blood. She swore she could still see a slight pinkish tint on the diamond in the middle, though everyone else said they couldn’t.
She set it back down and picked up a necklace with a silver star on it. One of her other friends, Meg, had given it to her in the hopes that she’d stop wearing the other necklace. It hadn’t worked, though now she had an actual reason to wear it. She put the necklace on and put the jewelry box back in the hidden closet space.
Namjoon was supposed to pick her up in half an hour. Sam tried turning on the TV to distract herself from her anxiety. It only helped a little. She kept checking her phone to see what time it was. Five minutes before he was supposed to be there, there was a knock on her door. She opened the door to find Namjoon on the other side. He took in a sharp breath when he saw her. She was breathtaking. He found her to be pretty before, but now… he didn’t even know what to say. Which was probably for the best because all he wanted to do was to slam her against the wall, ravish her perfectly pink lips, and take her right then and there.
“N-Namjoon?” Between the suit he was wearing and the way he was looking at her right now, Sam found herself severely turned on. When Namjoon’s eyes met hers, it only got worse. His dark red eyes caused a pleasant fire to make its way through her veins. “Namjoon…” she said again, this time, her voice barely above a whisper.
Namjoon closed his eyes tightly for about ten seconds. When he opened them again, his eyes had gone back to their normal color. Sam felt like she could breathe again.
“I’m sorry,” Namjoon apologized. “I didn’t mean to do that to you. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” He coughed and looked down. Sam dared to touch him. Putting a finger under his chin, she forced him to look at her. Namjoon tried to control his breathing.
“You don’t need to apologize. While I know that vampires can mostly control the release of those pheromones, I also know that what just happened was beyond your control in that moment. It’s not the first time that’s been done to me, whether on accident or on purpose.” Sam saw the jealousy flash in his eyes. “It wasn’t the first time it happened… but it was the first time I liked it.”
Namjoon closed his eyes again trying to keep it under control. She wasn’t helping him. Sam went back to the couch to turn off the TV and grab her keys and purse. When she came back, Namjoon had himself under control. She locked the door behind her.
“Shall we go?” Sam asked.
Namjoon held out his arm for her to hold onto, which she readily did. “Let’s.”
The car ride was a not-quite-awkward silence. Namjoon was trying to work on his control and Sam was trying to figure out what was going on with her. Part of her berated her for crumbling so easily to this new person in her life. It told her that her heart was supposed to belong to someone else. The other part of her reminded her that it had been over three years since she ‘belonged’ to anyone. It told her that she had been grieving for far too long and that she needed to finally move on.
When they reached the restaurant, Namjoon escorted Sam out of the car. The valet took it while they went in to their reservation. They were escorted to their table. Along the walk, Sam told herself to remember to send Rebecca a thank you text. If Sam had gone with what she, herself, wanted to wear, she would have been underdressed.
Namjoon had reserved them a table along the edge. He figured Sam would be more comfortable being surrounded by less people. He was definitely right. Namjoon pulled out her chair, their fingers barely brushing against each other as she sat down, and then he sat himself down. The waiter left them with their menus and waters.
“So, what’s your drink of choice,” Namjoon asked.
“I’m fine with anything. I’m guessing at a place like this, wine would be classier than beer?”
Namjoon laughed. “That’s a fair bet. Wine or champagne, probably.”
“Well, I’m not good at pairing foods and the ‘appropriate’ alcohol to go with it, so I’ll leave it up to you.”
“Then let’s decide what you want to eat and I can see what would go best with that.” Sam opened the menu, not surprised to see the lack of pricing. “You don’t look like the salad type to me.”
Sam cocked an eyebrow at him. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. Definitely. You’re more of a steak and potatoes type, right?”
Sam laughed. “You got me.”
Namjoon smiled. “I hope so.” Sam blushed. “I know just what to order.” He flagged the waiter down and ordered the same thing for the both of them. As the waiter left, Namjoon told her, “It’s my favorite dish. I’m sure you’ll love it. The wine too.”
They started talking and the waiter came back with the wine. Namjoon was right, it was perfect. Sam could only imagine how expensive it was. Namjoon told the waiter to leave the bottle.
“Can I ask you about yourself now?” Namjoon asked. “All I know about you is what you tell me about your work. I don’t know pretty much anything about the real you.”
Sam bit her lip nervously. She wasn’t sure how much Namjoon wanted to know and she wasn’t sure how much she’d be willing to tell.
“If you’re uncomfortable with answering anything, you don’t have to. I just… want to get to know you. If it makes it more fair, we can do it quid pro quo.”
Sam considered it for a moment before nodding her head. “Alright. That’s fair. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get to know you as well.”
Namjoon smiled. “Alright then. I guess… let’s start with the simple stuff. What’s your favorite color?”
Sam smiled back. “Red. Yours?”
“Pink,” he said with a sly smirk. Sam chuckled. “Hey, it can be a manly color too.”
“Alright… Your favorite music genre?”
“Rock. Anything rock. And yours?”
“Rap and hip hop.”
“Really? That’s a surprise.”
“Oh? What did you think it would be?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was just the suit that made it look like that, though.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Namjoon rubbed his face as though pretending to smooth down a beard. “Hm… movie genre?” He saw a shadow cross Sam’s features. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s action now probably.”
“Now?” Sam looked down. He probably shouldn’t have asked that since she was apparently already uncomfortable with the first question. He wondered what had happened to her to make the subject of movies touchy. “I’m s—“
“It used to be comedies and sweet romances. But that changed the times I lost my reasons for laughing and both times I lost my belief in romance.”
Sam was blunt about her pain as well apparently. His heart felt heavy knowing that she had been through something that painful. To lose any reason to laugh or to believe in love… He felt the overwhelming desire to help her find reasons again. She smiled sadly at him.
“I’m sorry for bringing down the mood.”
“Don’t be. I want to know about you. The good and the bad. Whatever you’re willing to share with me. I don’t know why our bond was created already, but I want us to fall in love the normal way as well.” Sam blushed again. “There is something I need to make sure of, though.”
“There’s not… someone else is there?”
“A husband, or a boyfriend, or a lover of some sort.”
“N-no! Why would you think that anyway?”
“Your necklace.” Sam grabbed the star pendant. “Your other necklace.”
“The one with the ring on it.”
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