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Hey guys, I'm here for the next chapter. I hope it's been alright so far. It's only just beginning but I hope it's alright. Thanks to those reading, liking, clipping, and commenting.

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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
Previous: Chapter 3
Next: Chapter 5

Narrator POV
“There is something I need to make sure of, though.”
“What’s that?”
“There’s not… someone else is there?”
“Someone… else?”
“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.”
Sam looked at him worriedly. “How do you know about that necklace?” she asked a little harshly.
“So it does mean something…” Namjoon his hope falter. “When you saved me, the next day, it was laying overtop your shirt. I didn’t think too much of it because it wasn’t on your hand, and I know that rings on necklaces are kinda the trend now… But I saw the same chain at the gathering and now, you’ve been fidgeting with your necklace nonstop. You feel uncomfortable without it.”
Sam chewed on her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure how she could possibly explain it to someone only barely not a stranger, even if she was attracted to him. And yet… she felt like she could trust him. She didn’t know why she felt it. Vampires could release pheromones that could impact a person’s hormones, but they couldn’t influence peoples’ minds the way humans used to think. So there had to be something else.
“Why do I feel like I can trust you?”
“Because you can,” Namjoon replied, holding her gaze. Sam felt… safe.
The waiter came back with their appetizers, interrupting the moment. He placed the appetizers in front of them and asked if there was anything else they needed. Namjoon told him they were fine and the waiter left.
Picking up where they left off, Namjoon reiterated what he’d told her. “You can trust me. I won’t hurt you, I won’t use it against you, and I would never betray you.”
“Never betray me?” Sam smiled. “I guess that’s one way to assure me. And for some reason, I believe it.” Sam took a few seconds to figure out what exactly she wanted to say and Namjoon gave her that time. He didn’t want to push her into talking about something she wasn’t ready to talk about it. But he would listen to whatever she said and treasure it like her words were an oasis in the middle of an otherwise empty desert. He wanted to know everything about her.
Sam let out a shaky breath. “I’m not sure if it’s something you’ll want to hear…” Namjoon didn’t say anything, knowing that she was simply giving him a fair warning. “I… I was engaged to be married.” She watched his mouth twitch slightly. “His name was Daesung. He had opened my heart that I’d kept closed for so long. He made me believe in love again. He made me fall in love again. He made me laugh again. He made me feel things that I didn’t know I could feel again.” Namjoon’s eyes were sad as if he felt the words she said. She paused and Namjoon encouraged her to continue if she was comfortable.
“Thanks… I feel like… I’m telling you more than you’ll want to hear.”
“I want to hear whatever you want to say. I want to know more about you and if you’re comfortable with telling me, I’ll want to hear it.”
Sam nodded thoughtfully. Why did she feel like hearing it wouldn’t scare him away like it would any normal person? Especially because they didn’t know each other well. “After a couple years of dating,” Sam continued, “he asked me to marry him. I, of course, said yes. We were making plans to get married and I didn’t think I could be happier. And that’s when I lost everything.” Sam coughed to clear the tightness in her throat. Namjoon didn’t even notice when his hand reached across the table and rested on hers, gently grasping it. Sam let out a small smile and let her fingers curl around his as well. He was an anchor. She wasn’t originally going to tell him the whole story, she thought it would scare him off, but somehow the words started pouring out on their own. And now she believed that Namjoon would be okay to hear it.
“We, uh… We were leaving his work party and had just gotten to the car when a group of men, humans, came up. We didn’t even have time to yell for help and I wasn’t carrying. They dragged us behind the car where they proceeded to beat the hell out of my fiancé and me. They didn’t even ask for anything. They were just doing it because they could. If they had asked, we would’ve given them our wallets, whatever they wanted. But they were just having fun. And then we heard a group leave the building and enter the parking lot. That was enough to hurry them. I hoped they would just leave, but they didn’t seem too keen on leaving yet.”
Her voice hitched. “They had stabbed Daesung six times in the abdomen and chest and then started on me.” Namjoon was hanging on to her every word. He could see the pain she was experiencing as she went through the events again. “They were only three stabs in when one of them found my picture in his wallet. It was a picture of me from my enforcer academy graduation. As soon as they realized I was an enforcer, they took off. Apparently, killing a civilian was ok, but killing an enforcer would bring them too much trouble. I couldn’t call for help because one of the punctures had pierced my lungs and I could barely breathe. Two more were in my abdomen. I had to watch my fiancé bleed to death right in front of me. It was five minutes before someone found us and another ten before the ambulance came. He was gone before they even got there. I don’t know how I survived. But for a long time, I wished I hadn’t…”
“I’m sorry,” Namjoon told her quietly. “I don’t know what else to say except that.”
“There’s nothing really to say.” She blinked back the tears that she’d managed to keep from falling and took a bite of the food. Namjoon followed suit. “It took a long time for me to stop wishing I was dead. And it was a year before I took the ring off my finger. I’ve been wearing it on a necklace because I couldn’t let go. But now…” She took in a deep breath. “Before I met you, I never thought I’d feel those feelings again. Yet, just over texting, you make me laugh like no one else can. You make me want to talk about the pain because I feel like you can help me move on. And... It’s too early to be able to say that what we have is love, but… I definitely believe it’s possible to feel that again. And I never thought I’d be able to say that.”
Namjoon smiled. “Then that’s enough for now.” He drew circles on her hand with his thumb. They went back to eating, Namjoon using his left hand so he didn’t have to let go of Sam’s hand. Sam seemed happy to let him continue. Namjoon could tell that there was something more to the story, but he wasn’t going to ask. It was enough for her to share her pain like she did. And another thing he noticed was the way she said Daesung had helped her laugh again, love again, and all the other ‘again’s. She’d been hurt by someone even before her fiancé’s death. He wanted to protect her even more.
Their entrées came and the topic turned to a lighter subject. “So,” Sam started, “we’ve been talking to each other politely. How do you feel about… maybe more comfortable?”
Namjoon smiled broadly, his dimples catching Sam’s eyes once again. “I’d like that. Very much so.”
“So… how should I call you then? How old are you? I know vampires age more slowly once they hit their twenties so I can’t tell if you actually are younger than me or if you just look it.”
“I’m 32,” Namjoon told her.
“Wow. You guys do age slowly.”
“You look about the same.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment… oppa.”
Namjoon cocked an eyebrow. “Why do I like hearing you say that so much?”
“Mm… Because you’re male,” she teased.
Namjoon laughed. “I suppose that’s true. But don’t think that gets you off the hook. Since you asked my age, I find it appropriate to ask you as well.”
“Fair’s fair,” she conceded. “I’m 31.”
“Wow, I bet other humans are jealous of how slowly you age as well.”
“Wow, I bet other vampires are jealous of your ability to flatter. I mean, truly. Had a lot of practice?”
“A few times. But I wasn’t just flattering you. I meant it.” Sam blushed and shoved another piece of steak in her mouth. Namjoon laughed at that. “Okay. Next question…”
And so the night continued like that. When they finished with their desserts, Namjoon took her back to her apartment. The car idled at the curb. He wanted Sam to know that he wasn’t waiting for her to ask him in. He wanted to take things at her pace. He wouldn’t even kiss her this time like he wanted to just so she knew he didn’t want to rush things.
“Thank you for dinner,” Sam said as she held her purse in her lap. She didn’t want to leave the car yet.
“Thank you for taking me up on the offer. I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me again.”
“Is that why you didn’t message me?”
“Mm. I was afraid of steering the conversation towards that direction and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I wanted to give you space.”
“I’m grateful for that. You giving me space… it’s how I knew that I wanted see you again. I missed you…” Namjoon unbuckled his belt and shifted in the seat so he could look at her better.
“I’m glad that worked out then because it was killing me to not talk to you.”
Sam smiled shyly. “Should we… maybe… do this again? Sometime?”
Namjoon grinned. “I’d like nothing better.”
“Next time, though, I’m paying. I can’t afford an expensive place like that, but I know of a few good places we could go.”
“I can p—“
“I know. But I don’t like guys having to pay for everything. It seems unfair. I’d rather have it be even so that the relationship,” Did I really say that already? “can be on even grounds as well.”
Namjoon smiled again. Everything about her made him fall for her more. Sam finally couldn’t resist the urge anymore and brought her hand up.
“Smile again.”
“Smile like you were.” Namjoon obliged. Slowly, her hand came to rest gently against his face, her thumb in the divot of his dimple. “I like your dimples.”
“Then why do you look sad as well?”
“They remind me of a time that was happy and sad.”
Sam shook her head. “Before that. But it doesn’t matter. That’s not important. Right now, I just… I just want you to kiss me.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened.
“You don’t have—“
Namjoon’s hand held hers against his cheek. “Do you really want me to?”
“Very much so,” she replied breathily, lost in the intensity and love in his gaze.
His free hand cupped the side of her face and brought it closer to him. He leaned down and gently placed his lips on hers. The kiss started soft and gentle. He let go of her hand to cup the other side of her face and her hand slid down to his shoulders. The kiss deepened by slow increments. Their blood was on fire and the air was full of sparks. Sam’s hands gripped his shoulder and forearm, pulling him even closer.
The lights of a passing car reminded them of where they were and they reluctantly pulled away from each other. They took a few seconds to catch their breaths before Namjoon spoke up.
“That was…” Words failed him.
“Yeah. It really was…” Sam came across the same problem. They both chuckled and Namjoon gently caressed her face. “Can we stay like this a little longer?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
They stayed exactly like that, staring into each other’s eyes, for a few minutes.
“I really, really like you Namjoon.”
Namjoon didn’t care if he was grinning like a fool. “I really, really like you too.”
Sam looked at him lovingly. “Thank you for dinner. And thank you for listening without judging and without pity. And thank you for that amazing kiss.”
“Thank you for letting me invite you and for coming. Thank you for telling me even though I know it hurt to talk about it. And as for that kiss… thank you. I’ve never had such a perfect, passionate, loving kiss in my life.”
Namjoon nodded. “Really. I guess… I never forgot my first love. No one’s been able to make me feel that way again until now. No matter how much I tried.”
“You never forget your first love.”
“True. But you can move on.” At that, Namjoon tweaked her nose playfully.
Namjoon captured her lips in a brief kiss. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” Sam covered her face in embarrassment. “Right. Like we didn’t kiss a lot more than that a few minutes ago.”
“Shut it, you.” Sam unbuckled her seatbelt. “I should go before you try keep me all night.”
“Are you trying to say you wouldn’t like that?” Namjoon cocked an eyebrow suggestively.
“No, I’m not. Goodnight, oppa.” With a teasing smile, Sam slipped out of the car.
“Hey!” Namjoon called after her. Sam shut the door and wiggled her fingers, walking backwards away from him. When she got to the entrance, she reluctantly turned around and walked in. She already missed him. Namjoon felt the same. It wasn’t that he wanted sex from her, though he wouldn’t turn it down if she said she wanted it, but he just wanted to be around her. Just being close to her was enough for him right now. Right after the bond was created, his hormones had been out of whack, but now, they had settled better and he could (mostly) control himself. He just wanted to sit on a couch, watch TV, and have her snuggled up to him. All he wanted was her.
When Sam finally got into her apartment, she let herself just flop back onto the bed. She touched her lips remembering the soft feel of his, the way his tongue felt, dancing with hers, the way he tasted like the rich chocolate cake they’d had for dessert. She wanted to call him and tell him to come up. She didn’t want to forget those feelings, that taste. But just being in the same vicinity would be enough for her. All she wanted was him.
After another twenty minutes or so, she finally got up and changed, wiping off her makeup as well. In the mirror, she saw she was still wearing the other necklace. She took it off and pulled out the jewelry box again. Opening it, she stared at the necklace she’d worn every day for the last two years. She held it in her hands, reminding herself of the familiar weight.
Her heart started to ache. “Is it ok?” Sam asked. “Oppa… is it ok to not wear it anymore?” Tears filled her eyes. “I know you always said I had to move on if anything ever happened to you… but nothing was supposed to happen… Have you been sad these last years because I haven’t moved on? Or are you happy that I kept you on my mind?”
She walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. Tears finally fell. “You would want me to be happy, right? Even if it meant moving on?” She dropped her head to her hands. “What am I supposed to do?”
Her answer came in the beep of her phone. She checked it and found that Namjoon had messaged her. Thank you for giving me a chance. I’ll make sure you won’t regret it. Sam choked out a small sob and smiled.
Sam: Promise?
Namjoon: Promise. I just want to make you happy.
S: Well, so far, you’re doing just that.
N: When are you free next week? I can’t wait to see you again.
Sam’s smile grew wider. Maybe this was meant to be. Wed and Fri.
N: Then you buy Wed, I’ll buy Friday.
S: A little greedy are we?
N: Not enough? Sam smiled. Just kidding. I do wish we could spend more time together though. Too bad we both have to adult.
S: Yeah… too bad. Otherwise, I’d take you up on that offer of more time.
N: Should I quit my job? ;)
S: Crazy.
N: For you :)
S: No, just plain crazy, lol.
They messaged each other for a few more minutes before Namjoon decided to just call her instead. They talked for another couple hours about just random things. Namjoon didn’t want to ask too many personal things because he was afraid of asking too much at once. Sam didn’t even notice the necklace she’d left sitting on the dresser, she was too engrossed in the conversation. Sam fell asleep on the phone and Namjoon left the line open just to hear the rhythmic sound of her breathing. He fell asleep to that sound.
Sam had already left her phone on the charger because of the long conversation, so when her friend called her in the early morning, she woke up. Another case of a vampire needing to be watched had come in a few hours previous. Knowing that Sam was off for the day, she reluctantly asked her to watch. Still tired from the late night conversation, Sam was slow to get ready. By the time she got to work, though, she’d downed two cups of coffee, so she was finally fully awake.
She messaged Namjoon to let her know she was up, whenever he got up. It wasn’t for a couple more hours before she received a response. She told him she couldn’t talk because of what she was doing, but that she could message. So they did that. An hour after that, Yoongi started messaging her. Still unaware of his feelings towards her, she continued their conversation as usual.
Namjoon didn’t know Yoongi was messaging her until they all met on Jungkook’s floor of the apartment building. They all lived in the same high-rise, but they each had their own floor. It was Jungkook’s turn to host lunch for all of them. When Namjoon kept seeing Yoongi on his phone and the small smiles that popped up on his face, he knew Yoongi was messaging her. He couldn’t help the overwhelming jealousy and anger. Why was Yoongi so set on Sam when he knew how Namjoon felt? Hell, he even knew that she was a bondmate for Namjoon. Why couldn’t he find someone else to obsess over? Someone who wasn’t bonded to one of his friends?
Yoongi could feel the pressure of Namjoon’s gaze. And he didn’t care. It wasn’t fair that they’d both met her at almost the same time and Namjoon had already bonded with her. But Yoongi could have been the bigger man and given up… if he didn’t already feel bonded to her. It was subtle at first, but quickly became stronger and stronger. He hadn’t felt the actual moment of bonding, so he knew they weren’t bonded, but he felt like he would if they’d already bonded. He’d bonded with someone twice before, which both unfortunately didn’t work out, so he knew what he was feeling. It was strange and unnerving. He felt like Namjoon felt about her. He would wait a little bit before asking her out. He didn’t want to rush anything. And he didn’t know that Namjoon had taken her out the previous night. If he had, he probably would’ve gone crazy.
The guys finished eating without incident and proceeded to play a couple rounds of video games together. They ate dinner together and then went back to their own places. Namjoon kept up with Sam and made sure that the proper people knew what was happening with the imprisoned vampire. Between the two of them, a lawyer was found to help the vampire. Sam left in the evening and knocked out as soon as she got home.
On Monday, Sam had another double shift so she and Namjoon were unable to talk much. They talked a little after she got home late that night, but they both had work in the morning. On Tuesday, Sam was out on patrol when she had to break up a fight. It was human on human violence between two guys, so she wasn’t worried. However, she didn’t expect three of one of the guy’s friends to show up after she had arrested them both. Both men were handcuffed and sitting on the curb. She only had her motorcycle so back up had been called to haul them away.
“Back off,” she warned the three approaching men. The men looked at each other and laughed.
“Why would we be afraid of some little bitch?”
Sam pulled her gun out and kept it at hip level. “Because this little bitch has a gun.” She saw movement at her periphery and instinctively moved. She wasn’t quite fast enough to escape the reach of the cuffed man’s kick. His foot barely connected with the heel of her shoes and caused her to stumble. The other men took the opportunity to jump at her. She pointed the gun and squeezed the trigger just before the first man hit her. He managed to knock to gun out of the way and land a hit on her cheek before the bullet took him down. She fell backwards, but didn’t completely lose her balance. Her gun was up in a second, level with center mass.
The men looked from her to their fallen man to the man still in cuffs back to the gun. They dropped their knives as they slowly backed off.
“The hell are you guys going?” the man on the curb yelled.
“Sorry, man.” And then they took off running. The man who’d been shot was still on the ground, yelling curses and screaming about being shot. Gun still out, Sam demanded that he lay flat on his stomach and put his hands behind his back. The man slowly and painfully complied. As soon as he’d done so, Sam cuffed him and holstered her gun again. She called for an ambulance and reported the events. She could hear another officer’s sirens about a block away. It was probably the unit already on its way as to pick up the guys.
As soon as she finished, she rolled the shot man over and checked the wound. It didn’t look too bad. It was an abdominal shot, but the blood was a natural red, not black, so she didn’t likely hit any of the GI tract. And the bleeding wasn’t severe so she was pretty sure she didn’t hit another organ. She asked about weapons and he reluctantly informed her of the knife in one pocket. She performed a quick pat down for anything else and then continued applying pressure to the wound.
The other unit arrived and, after checking on Sam, they loaded up one of the men. A second car came about 30 seconds later and did the same for the second man. Everyone waited until the ambulance came. Once the man was loaded for transport, the other units with the men took off and two other units went looking for the men who’d run off. After turning down a medical check, Sam went back to the station to start writing her report. By the end of her shift, she had purple and blue bruise on her cheek. Pictures were taken of the injury for the report. And then Sam went back home a few hours past her shift ending time.
At home, Sam still felt the effects of the adrenaline. Or maybe she was just hitting another insomnia episode. Either way, it was too late to message Namjoon or Yoongi and too early to sleep. So once again, she went on her off-duty neighborhood round. It wasn’t as late as she usually went, but it was still dark and the streets were still deserted. A smile formed when she thought about when she found Namjoon. She didn’t believe in fate, but she did believe in luck of sorts. And she felt really lucky that she’d found Namjoon. She barely knew him, but he already made her happy.
And now we have some of Sam's backstory. I don't know why I tend to create depressing backstories for my characters, especially the female lead. I read to many books like that I guess, lol. But anyhow, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. That little kiss is only a taste of what's to come in the future. So, I did write smut for this story because a few people expressed interest in it, but I'm not sure how good it is. It's not for several more chapters so I have time to hopefully figure it out. ;)

Please feel free to leave any feedback or constructive criticism either on here or messaging me. I'm always looking to improve. I'll see you guys for the next chapter on Sunday!!!!

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I'll take Yoongi off her hands...😉
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@JaxomB lol. I might be willing to share or take turns, Lololololol