Secrets⇝Yoonmin

|Chapter • 19|

*Self Harm,, don't read if your sensitive over that stuff.

Yoongi's POV
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It's been 3 months since the council had banned me from entering the vampire world. I've heard nothing from or about Jimin, why would I anyway? He hates me, and the council would never let him contact me.

I haven't eaten in almost a month. My skin has no color at all, just bright white, and I have dark circles under my eyes. The side affects have made me tired, feeling pain whenever I move. I've locked my door. I haven't been out of my room for almost three weeks. I know everyone is worried about me, Namjoon has tried kicking down the door multiple times.

I'm laying on the floor now, my left cheek on the carpet. My eyes start to close as I fall asleep, but I get interrupted by my door being kicked opened, the frame coming off my wall. I don't bother to open my eyes, Namjoon has finally succeeded in kicking my door open.

"Yoongi.." He rolls me over onto my back, I watch him with tired eyes. "You need to eat something.. I don't know how your still alive." A choked laugh comes from my lungs, "Then get me blood namjoon. But I'd rather stay and die on the floor." My voice sounds foreign to me, it's rough and fragile.

"B-Blood?" He stammers, giving me a confused look. "Yes. Human blood, I am a vampire you know." I sigh, at least half of one now. I can't function, I don't have fangs. My fangs will grow back, but it takes almost a year, and it's painful. I broke one as a child.

"I- ok- but w-where would I-" I cut him off, "Joon if your that concerned about me call Jinyoung- on my phone." I sigh. I just want to be alone. Namjoon gets up, looking through my phone before bringing it to his ear.

"Ah- hi. I'm a friend of Yoongi's.. He needs um. B-Blood."

"..No-" Namjoon looks frustrated.

"oh for fucks sake give me the phone." I growl, Namjoon hands me and I put it to my ear.

"Jinyoung if you don't get me blood in the next ten fucking minutes I will rip your fangs out of your skull, and it won't be nice and neat like they did to me at the council. Got that?" I hang up, dropping the phone to my side. Namjoon give me a questioning look, so I open my mouth, exposing the huge holes in my gums.

"Oh my- Yoongi.. why didn't you tell us? I mean, I never believed in vampires but, I do now I guess.." he mumbles the last part, then reaches out a hand to me. "Why the fuck would I tell you I'm a supernatural creature?" I stare at him like he's stupid, he is, how does he expect me to pull myself up or tell him something like that? Hell I fell and have been laying on this floor for almost three days now.

Namjoons hands wrap around my arms, pulling me up, I fall against his chest, trying to atleast will myself to stand up. My muscles scream in protest, they're all so stiff from not moving for so long. A small knock on my window gathers my attention, I stumble over to it, opening it. Jinyoung is crouching on the roof with a backpack. My mouth salivates at the spell of the blood, I know he's brought my favorite.

I reach out for the bag, but Jinyoung grabs my arm, stopping me. "Open your mouth." His eyes are locked with mine. I do so, again showing the holes in my gums. He cringes, probably trying to imagine the pain I went through.

"Here, I didn't believe that happened to you." He hands me the whole backpack, looking at me in worry. "I'm fine, thank you Jinyoung. Seriously." I give him a small smile, which is fake, but he seems to believe it. He nods, glancing at Namjoon before leaving.

I fall to the floor, ripping the bag open. I immediately go for A positive; my favorite. I let the red liquid drip into my mouth, savoring the taste. I drain the bag of blood in less than two minutes, immediately feeling stronger. Namjoons face holds disgust, making my chuckle.

"Sorry about all of this.." I mumble, getting up on my shaky feet. "I-it's okay. You should shower, you haven't in weeks." Namjoon shifts on his feet, then leaves hesitantly. I groan, I'm full and want to sleep.

I walk toward my bathroom, locking the door, and let my shorts fall to the floor, turning on the shower. I step under the burning hot water, which immediately turns my pale skin a bright red color. I pick up the shampoo bottle, squirting some into my hand. I run it through my hair, scrunching my face up because it's so greasy.

I sigh, bad thoughts are coming back. Why didn't I try harder to get Jimin back? I shouldn't have just burst into the castle. I finish my shower, taking my towel and drying my torso before wrapping it around my waist.

My feet falter as I see a picture on my bathroom counter. I reach out, picking it up. "Wh- agh!" A scream comes from my throat, I drop the picture, watching it float to the ground, getting wet from the water that drips off of my body.

The picture is of Jimin, his back is against a concrete wall, hands tied behind his back. His head is hanging low, and he's only in ripped boxers. There's a large gash on the side of his face, blood pouring out of it, along with cuts and hickies everywhere on his body.

Somewhere between a sob and a shriek comes from me as my fist connects with the mirror over and over again, making the glass fly everywhere. I fall to the ground, making the small shards of glass stick into my legs. My eyes land on a large shard of the mirror, I pick it up, turning it around in my hands.

I put it to my forearm, my mind blank as sobs come from me. I push it down into my skin, watching as the skin breaks, blood pouring from it. "Yoongi! Hey! Are you alright?" I hear Namjoons voice from outside the door, he's knocking frantically.

Panic sets in. I begin cutting my arms deeply, the skin more ripping than being cut. I can't be caught doing this by anyone.. I'd rather die. The last thing I remember is plunging the shard into my stomach. Hopefully killing me.

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Pls don't hurt me :(