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Ensnared

Pairing: Yandere Kim Taehyung x OC(Yuna)

Warning: This story is a work of fanfiction and is purely a product of the author's imagination. It does not depict any real-life events or individuals. While some characters may be inspired by real-life idols, their portrayal in this story is fictional and not representative of their true selves. Please note that this story may contain triggering content, including themes of abuse, gore, murder, humiliation, bullying, rape, and other mature and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those under the age of 18. If you are uncomfortable with such content, it is recommended to refrain from reading and kindly disregard this story.

Synopsis: Yuna finds herself questioning her husband's love and fidelity. She becomes convinced that he has fallen out of love with her and is engaging in an extramarital affair. Adding to her distress, her husband refuses to acknowledge their relationship publicly and instead presents someone else as his wife. Despite the heartache, she chooses to stay by his side, hoping for a change. However, the question lingers: How long can she endure this situation before reaching her breaking point?

They say that being in love is a beautiful and magical feeling, where two souls intertwine and create a bond that can withstand any storm.

But, why is it that in my case, it feels like something is missing?

My name is Yuna, Kim Yuna, a 26-year-old woman who is married to the one and only Kim Taehyung. He is not only the world's famous CEO but also a self-made model of his own modeling company, which goes by the name of "Kim's Fashion Empire." We have been married for almost two years now, but why do I felt like he was embarrassed to reveal me to the whole world,that he claims someone else as his wife that brakes my heart.

I don't understand how this happened, but he claims that our marriage is just a facade to protect me from his rivals. However, deep down, I can't help but feel that he is protecting himself more than me. There was a time when a reporter asked him about his rumored wife, and the whole world was eager to know who this lucky girl was. Many speculated that it could be a celebrity or an idol, especially Nova, who was working closely with him. We had countless fights over this, but he always managed to calm me down with his sweet words and promises to reveal me to the world as his wife.

The day finally arrived when he introduced Nova as his wife to the public, and it shattered my heart into a million pieces. What hurt even more was when the reporters asked for proof, and without hesitation, he kissed her in front of everyone. As I watched this heartbreaking scene unfold on television, tears streamed down my face, and my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. Meanwhile, our second-anniversary cake remained untouched, a symbol of the love we once shared but now seemed to be crumbling away.

When he finally came home, I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. We erupted into another argument, and in my pain and anger, I slapped him and pushed him away, forbidding him from touching me with his filthy hands. He had the audacity to try and kiss me, even after kissing that woman! But, being the foolish woman that I am, I couldn't think straight. I gave in to him once again, swayed by his sweet words, apologies, and manipulative explanations. He made me believe that he only did it to protect me from his enemies, who would stop at nothing to bring him down by using me as a weapon. And in my weakness, I allowed him to win me over, as he tightly embraced me, and I cried myself to sleep.

I know I may seem foolish and naive, but please don't be mad at me. I truly love this man with all my heart, and it's that love that keeps me holding on, hoping that one day, he will truly see and appreciate the love I have for him.

...

It was 8:46 a.m., and I stepped out of the car, a smile gracing my face. I adjusted my dress and held onto the lunch I had cooked for him. With a mask and cap on, I entered his company, always in awe of its grandeur. His intelligence and hard work had brought him to this position as the CEO of the number one top modeling agency, making him the most handsome man in the world. I couldn't help but feel immense pride in my man.

As I walked towards the receptionist, she greeted me with a warm smile, and I returned it graciously. Making my way through the VIP elevator, I ascended to his office. The sound of the elevator opening made me look up, and I stepped out, heading towards his office door. However, my smile faltered when I saw them again. Him and Nova, standing side by side, engrossed in conversation. I watched as they seemed to be getting closer, his smile widening as he listened to her. I didn't allow myself to dwell on negative thoughts and cleared my throat to catch their attention. They both turned towards me, and Nova quickly distanced herself from him, his smile fading as his eyes met mine. It had been a while since I had seen him smile like that, but not for me, for another woman. Was this a sign? No, I couldn't let myself think that way. I cleared my mind and approached his desk as Nova excused herself and left us alone, maybe for good. Ugh, why was I feeling jealous again?

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his face void of emotions, twirling his expensive and favorite pen between his fingers.

I smiled at him and placed the lunch box on his glass table, but my actions halted when he said, "I already ate lunch." I couldn't help but notice another lunch box on his table. Did he... no, Yuna, stop it. I cleared my throat, looking away from him, trying to control the hurt emotions that threatened to overflow and the tears that welled up in my eyes.

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll just go," I said, not giving him a chance to respond, and quickly walked away.

I heard him call my name, and I stopped, waiting for him to burst through the door and stop me from leaving, but he didn't. This was new. He had even neglected our planned dinner date last night and hadn't given me a valid reason for canceling. But, being the understanding wife that I am, I didn't pester him and simply supported him, assuming it was for business. He had changed. My consciousness whispered these words, but I laughed them off, trying to stop myself from overthinking.

.....

"C'mon, Yuna, are you really that naive?" My friend Ria said to me in disbelief. I hissed and looked down, finally letting my tears flow as I cried helplessly in her comforting embrace.

I had decided to meet my friend because I didn't know what to think anymore about my situation. I poured my heart out to her, explaining his behavior towards me and the signs that maybe he no longer loved me. My friend suggested that perhaps he had been using me all along and that he was only staying because of my late father.

My father and he were close business partners, and that's how I met and fell in love with him. When my father fell sick with cancer, he made him promise to take care of me and love me unconditionally. But now, it seemed like the man my father entrusted me to was drifting away from me.

"This is wrong, what he is doing is wrong, Yuna—what the hell?" Ria frowned at me, and suddenly our attention shifted to the television in the cafe. Not only my friend and I, but all the customers in the cafe turned their attention to the TV. I struggled to maintain consciousness, gripping my friend's hand tightly, even though I could hear her hiss in pain. Right now, I didn't care. My focus was solely on the TV screen.

The reporter flashed a sweet smile as she updated everyone on how Kim Taehyung, my husband, was caught by a paparazzi in one of the most luxurious hotels in Seoul, dating his fake wife, Nova. My heart shattered once again, for the millionth time. Maybe there was no heart left to be broken in me anymore, considering the immense pain I had endured since marrying this man who had promised the world to me. He had promised to protect, cherish, and love me, but they were all sweet lies thrown in my face just to make me his submissive wife.

I saw adoration and that wide, charming smile that had once made me fall in love with him, now directed towards the woman he held at the waist in the picture displayed on the television. The reporter smiled widely at the sweet display, and everyone watching seemed oblivious to how much it was breaking me. He had succeeded in breaking me. Kim Taehyung, aren't you done? What have I done to deserve being made a fool of? I only loved and still love you, but why?

What's even more heartbreaking is that just two hours ago, he had informed me that he had an important meeting with Mr. Jung. Little did I know that it was just an excuse for him to meet his secret lover behind my back. I understand that he claims to be using her as a way to deceive his rivals and make them believe she is his wife, but this is too much. It's no longer about that. I can feel it, strongly. He has been cheating on me right in front of my face all this time, and I am the foolish one who ignored all the signs.

Pathetic. That's what I am.

.....

Kim Taehyung walked in with his fake wife, Nova, by his side, basking in the glory of the cameras flashing and capturing their every move. He proudly gripped Nova's waist tightly, wearing a proud smile as they made their way through the doors of the ball. All eyes were on them as they entered, and Kim Taehyung reveled in the attention. The compliments and adoration thrown their way only fueled his arrogance.

He had it all - money, fame, looks, real estate, and more. But the most important thing to him was his perfect little wife waiting for him at home. Despite his recent avoidance of her, he claimed it wasn't because he had fallen out of love. No, it was something else, something he couldn't quite explain. He knew he would go insane if she ever walked away from his life. There was an addiction, a need that consumed him.

The reason for his distance from his wife was the presence of someone in his den, someone who was interfering with his life. He needed to be careful and find out who it was. He couldn't wait to put an end to their existence for making him stay away from his wife. The thought of shedding blood excited him, and his fingers itched for that feeling of thick liquid on his skin.

He needed to discover the identity of the person spying on him before they found out who his real wife was, the woman he had sworn to protect. There were already three people he and his right-hand man, Jungkook, suspected. He was waiting for them to make a wrong move.

Amidst his thoughts, Jungkook leaned in and whispered to him, his fake smile still plastered on his face. "Mr. Kim, some paparazzi have captured pictures of you and Nova leaving the meeting at Veroza and claim that you were on a date. I believe madame has already seen it."

Anger coursed through his veins, and he clenched his teeth in frustration, but he maintained a forced smile for the onlookers. "Is she at the mansion? Don't let her leave under any circumstances," Taehyung demanded through gritted teeth. He was already on thin ice with his wife, and he knew his recent ignorance towards her had caused her to overthink, especially after what happened in his office earlier. Although a sick part of him enjoyed seeing her jealous and then reassuring her with physical intimacy, he knew he needed to talk to her tonight. However, he wasn't sure if she would believe him if he explained that he was only there for the meeting. His mind was in turmoil.

"Boss, bad news. Madam hasn't returned home," Jungkook began, but before he could finish his sentence, Taehyung angrily stormed out of the ballroom, his eyes burning with rage. Jungkook followed closely behind, and the guests and everyone present witnessed the scene, leaving Nova feeling embarrassed and alone.

....

The two black sports cars raced through the busy streets of Seoul, disregarding traffic lights and causing chaos. Pedestrian officers and even the police were instructed to make way for the racing cars, as orders from higher authorities had come in to ensure their passage. The honking of the cars echoed through the streets, creating a sense of urgency and danger.

"Fucking track my wife this instance!" Taehyung's voice boomed through the earpiece, filled with anger and determination. His eyes burned with a murderous intensity as he accelerated, pushing the car to its limits.

"Jeon, you know what to do to that traitor. I will take care of

the lamb and my wife," he commanded through the earpiece, his voice laced with a deadly tone that instilled fear even in the young man who had worked for Kim Taehyung for many years. Nobody wanted to cross paths with Kim Taehyung if they valued their lives.

.....

The dark alleyway remained eerily silent, with the cold wind whispering chilling thoughts to anyone who dared to walk through this part of the street. It had gained a reputation as a place where numerous murders had taken place.

"Where's the money?" the tanned, imposing man asked, taking a drag from his cigarette. His red eyes indicated that he had just finished using drugs. The man with the hood scoffed and handed over the envelope containing the money. The tanned man grinned, satisfied that he was about to receive the payment he desired.

Suddenly, eerie and painful screams pierced through the dark alleyway. The tanned man's right hand, which had been intact just moments ago, was now blasted off. He fell to his knees, writhing in pain and clutching his mangled arm. His screams intensified when he saw his fingers scattered on the floor, blood splattered all around. The hooded man stood frozen, unable to move, as he stared at the once-arrogant tanned man now kneeling before him, his right hand obliterated.

An eerie, manic laugh echoed through the alleyway, accompanying the sound of approaching footsteps. The hooded man felt a shiver run down his spine as he turned away from the lifeless body on the ground to see someone in the distance. The figure walked slowly, deliberately, towards them, continuing to chuckle in a dark and unsettling manner. The moonlight briefly illuminated the man's face, causing the hooded man to gasp and step back, only to slip in the dark pool of blood from the tanned man. He found himself face to face with the man's severed arm.

As the figure continued to stalk towards him, the hooded man could hear a deep voice speaking through an earpiece. "Thanks, Jimin hyung. I'll take it from here," the voice said, followed by another chilling laugh directed at the hooded man's terrified expression. The figure crouched down in front of him, a sick smile on his face, and looked down at the lifeless body on the ground. The blood continued to flow from the man's severed arm, creating a macabre image akin to a faucet running.

"You should just mind your own business, young man," the man's deep, menacing voice echoed as he stared at the hooded man with madness in his eyes. The hooded man shook his head, wanting to plead for his life, but no words came out. He was too terrified by this man, this angel-faced monster who had just committed murder and laughed about it.

Before the hooded man could react, a knife sliced through his neck, catching him off guard. He choked on his own blood, desperately clutching his throat as blood gushed out. He tried to scream, but his cries were muffled as the mad man repeatedly pushed the knife into his mouth, silencing him. The man's famous boxy smile widened as he spoke.

"And these eyes too," he said with a sickening smile, proceeding to carve out the hooded man's lifeless eyes. Blood splattered everywhere, but the man only found amusement in the gruesome act. He continued his sadistic torture, chopping off the hooded man's hands, reveling in the pain he inflicted.

Once he was done with his never-ending torment, he stood up, his handsome face twisted with a wide smile. In the distance, a booming sound echoed, as if something had been obliterated in the faraway distance. The man laughed again upon hearing it. His earpiece buzzed, and he heard the voices of Jimin and Jungkook.

"Boss, it's done," they said.

A wide, chilling smile spread across the man's face as his eerie laugh resonated through the eerie alleyway, accompanied by the two lifeless bodies lying before him.

"Now, where are we again?" he asked himself, pretending as if he had done nothing wrong. "Ah, yes, to my beautiful runaway wife," he chuckled. "Time to bring her back home."

He walked away, humming an eerie tune, leaving behind a trail of darkness and terror.

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Jungkook and Jimin stood together, watching the burning building as firefighters and police worked to control the fire and keep civilians away. The cries of family members and fans of Nova, who were likely among the victims, filled the air. Jimin casually ate a burger, seemingly unfazed by the tragic scene unfolding before them.

"That man is really crazy for his wife, willing to burn the world and kill for her," Jimin commented between bites. Jungkook scoffed and looked up at the dark sky, now surrounded by thick smoke.

"May heaven help her escape his madness," Jungkook whispered, his voice filled with concern. Jimin overheard and laughed in response.

"I wish the same, but based on what that man has done, he's deeply obsessed with her," Jimin added before groaning and clutching his stomach. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking down at Jimin.

"What? Are the dead seeking revenge on you already?" Jungkook mockingly asked, bursting into laughter. Jimin shot him a deadly glare.

"Shut up," Jimin retorted.

After a while, both Jungkook and Jimin decided to leave the scene, leaving behind the aftermath of destruction and tragedy.

.....

Ria sighed sadly as she observed her sleeping friend in bed. Tears stained her cheeks, and her eyelashes were still wet from crying. Ria leaned against the doorframe, worried about her friend's future. She was broken by her husband's betrayal, and it had brought her to a state where she cried herself to sleep.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass interrupted Ria's thoughts, causing her eyes to widen. Was someone breaking into her house? She quickly ran to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and feeling her heart pound with adrenaline. She looked around the dark surroundings, then dashed back to the bedroom where her friend slept.

Locking the door, Ria didn't realize that the intruder would only laugh at the thought that it could stop him from getting what he wanted all along. Yuna stirred in her sleep and groaned as Ria shook her to wake her up. But when Yuna saw the fear on her friend's face, she immediately became uneasy and scared, sensing that something was wrong. Her eyes widened when she noticed the knife in Ria's hand.

Ria shook Yuna's shoulders, trying to get her attention. "There's someone in this house," Ria said, her voice trembling, which only made Yuna clutch the bedsheets tightly.

"What do you mean?" Yuna asked, still bewildered by the situation.

"Hush. There's someone who broke into my house," Ria replied, but before she could finish her sentence, someone banged on the door, causing both of them to scream.

The banging continued, and a scary, deep voice resonated from the other side of the door, a voice that both of them recognized all too well. "Open the door, babe," Taehyung's voice rang out, filled with anger. Yuna looked at Ria, shaking her head in fear. She had witnessed Taehyung's anger before, nearly seeing him beat a man who had flirted with her to the brink of death.

Ria gulped and hugged Yuna tightly, glaring at the door, which was seconds away from being forced open. When it finally burst open, Taehyung stood there, his heaving form and the darkness surrounding him instilling fear in Ria. But she remained strong for her friend, gripping the knife tighter.

Yuna shook her head, afraid to face her furious husband. Ria widened her eyes, finally taking notice of Taehyung's appearance. He was covered in blood, as if he had bathed in it before coming to find his next victim.

"Hand me over my wife now," Taehyung demanded, struggling to control his urge to harm the woman who had influenced his wife to leave him.

Ria stood her ground, gripping the knife tightly. "Stay away from her and leave this place! Or else, I will call the police!" Ria screamed, attempting to scare him away. But a cold fear ran through her spine when Taehyung only laughed and took short steps toward them.

"Busan, at xxx address," Taehyung said blankly, smirking at the terrified female. Ria's eyes widened, filled with horror. No, he wouldn't.

"Oh, I would," Taehyung said, seemingly reading her mind as he chuckled and stopped just an arm's length away from them.

"Don't touch them!" Ria suddenly screamed, causing Yuna to startle and look at Taehyung, making eye contact with him. He smirked, opening his arms as if inviting her to take them, but she shook her head, overwhelmed by fear at his appearance. She felt an urge to vomit.

"Now, wifey, come here, or else more people will be killed today, hm? Let's not make it worse," Taehyung taunted.

Yuna's eyes widened in fear, and she cried out loudly, trembling in terror. This man was a monster. How could he do this?

Ria stood there, paralyzed with fear, accidentally loosening her grip on the knife, which fell to the ground. She looked down in defeat. Her family's lives were on the line, and she felt powerless.

Taehyung saw this as an opportunity and grabbed his wife, who screamed and struggled to break free. Annoyed, he punched her in the face, gripping her hair and punching her again. Yuna lay unconscious after those two punches, and Taehyung sighed, picking her up.

Suddenly, Taehyung stopped in his tracks and looked back at Ria, who had remained quiet throughout the ordeal.

"If I were you, I would stay the fuck away and never come back," he threatened one last time before walking out of the house with a proud smirk on his face.

However, guilt flickered in his eyes when he noticed the bruise on his wife's beautiful face. He sighed again.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had just behaved,"

he mumbled to himself as he placed her in the backseat and drove away, taking his wife back to his cage, waiting for her. He was sure this time he wouldn't let her leave him again. He had gone crazy for a day when she left him, losing control in front of the party and the cameras that captured his every action and shared it with the media and his fans. It was all because of his wife. God, he didn't know what would happen if she managed to escape his grasp.

...

The guards quickly opened the giant gates as they saw the fast-approaching black car racing inside. The car came to a stop and parked perfectly in front of the gold and white mansion. Taehyung stepped out of the car, still dirty and disheveled, but his undeniable handsomeness remained. He ignored the wide-eyed gasps of the maids as he swiftly walked to their room, carrying his still unconscious wife.

After cleaning himself and his wife up, Taehyung stood on the balcony, puffing on his cigarette and closing his eyes. He chuckled at his thoughts, then glanced at his wife and the handcuffs binding her to the bed.

He left the room and made his way to his study, situated in a far corner of the mansion. Sitting down in the chair, he turned on the TV to watch the news about the still-burning building where he had been just hours ago. His name appeared on the screen, along with Nova's picture. He laughed as the reporter offered condolences to him and the woman's family, scoffing at their sympathy. He poured himself a glass of wine, smirking at the situation.

"You can come in," he said, and the people outside the door entered. They marveled at how he could sense their presence even without looking. Well, it was to be expected when there was always a paparazzi tailing him.

"Boss, we successfully eliminated all the people at that event," Jimin said, playing with his gun as he slumped on the couch, closing his eyes. He still felt the pain in his stomach after eating the burger from the event that they had blown up, killing everyone inside. Jungkook sat quietly at the far end of the couch, his face stoic.

...

Taehyung twirled the alcohol in his glass and looked up at the two. "I can see that," he smirked, his gaze shifting to the TV screen still displaying the burning building. The sight brought a creepy smirk to their lips. They had grown just as mad as their boss, even if they didn't admit it.

...

Yuna stirred in her sleep, attempting to soothe her aching jaw. But when she felt restraints on her hands, panic washed over her, and she let out a surprised yell upon realizing her wrists were handcuffed to the bed. "No! What is this?" she exclaimed, tugging on the restraints in a panic. Her fear intensified when a dark, dominating voice filled the room, though she couldn't see its source due to the darkness.

"You really think you can escape from me, my love?" the voice asked, madness swirling in its eyes as it looked at Yuna, his prized possession, who began to cry.

"Since the day you married me, you have become mine, forever tied to me whether you like it or not," the voice continued. It stood up and slowly crawled onto the bed, causing Yuna's panic to escalate. She cried out in fear as the figure loomed over her, kissing her cleavage and neck. It was then that she realized she was only in her undergarments, making her feel vulnerable.

"Stop!" Yuna yelled, but her voice was muffled by the sudden, harsh kiss that silenced her. Her husband devoured her lips as if it was his last.

Yuna spent the entire night crying helplessly as her own husband forced himself on her, claiming it was an act of love and asserting his ownership. But for her, it felt like he was raping her soul. She hated herself for being powerless, unable to stop the repeated assaults. As exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she teetered on the edge of consciousness, she heard him whisper in a dark, chilling tone, "You are mine, forever and ever, and no one can change that." He devoured her lips once more before darkness claimed her completely.

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hauntedkidpersona · 2 years

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Doom's Soulmate// Chapter - 1

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone-

Warnings: Toxic behaviour, Insecurities, Gender inequality, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Panic attack, Manipulation, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, blood play. Eventual smut, Supernatural, soulmate au, Vampire au, Fanfiction. Eventual smut.

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Word count: 10k+

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Masterlist- Chapter-1

A/N- Tumblr is shit. I have been trying to edit my chapter and it always crashes down like wth. So pls, ignore the You's and the she/her. Tolerate this Y/N for one chapter, the next wouldn't have such problems but yeah. Until Tumblr let's me peacefully edit, which for now is impossible :(

—"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙."

Soulmates.

Soul's true mate

One that transcends life and death. It was a strange term that got carried away as a lesson from one generation to another. It was hailed as God's greatest miracle, a gift to mankind and creatures alike.

Unlike, Vampires or werewolves. Humans had it hard when it came to finding their soulmate, for they didn't possess that intensity or yearning the others had. They are fickle beings chasing after passion, jumping from one person to another without waiting for their true one. Though selfish, the Gods took pity on some forlorn beings that yearned for that eternal love. One that transcends birth and death, a bond that doesn't die with the end of life.

"In olden times, the orthodox people were generally against this union. The people wished to have their pedigree pure and untainted from anyone. That time was tragic, but that tragically gave birth to the greatest lovers of all time." Your history teacher spoke lowly, her voice wrapped like a soft lullaby. One that had you shiver in anticipation, heart thumping at the very thought of meeting your soulmate. Your world had many lovers but no one was close to the two couples whose story was a tale passed on from family to family. Both were born in different timelines, both suffering different obstacles but in the end, both being worshipped like no other. There was something truly magical in the love that one can possess for one's soulmate. One that compels you to fight against the world for them- the society, your family, your friends. Everyone. Five thousand years ago, the world was heavily gender-biased. Women were to stay within the walls of the home and married off at a young age. It was the time when any step towards love would cause a direct blow to one's character—

The class bell rang, as the teacher finished her topic. One that had you frown, wishing the time to go back so that you can hear more tales of soulmates.

And to say, the world's first couple came out of it is truly remarkable. It was one of your guilty pleasures and you would be damned to let the only thread that makes you feel connected to your future lover be whisked away like that.

"Mam, you can have the next lecture too." Your words earn a few disapproved groans from the class who were seconds away from lunging at you audacity. Not that you care.

Anya chuckles, fixing her specs to look down at you with a small smile. "I wish but I have a lecture in another class darling."

You pout, eyebrows squeezing in a frown. Nonetheless nodding as you watch Anya go along her merry way while the students go back to their gossip session. But you were far from gracing reality, having found solace in your imaginary world. And so you dream with eyes open, the only giveaway to it being your smile.

Oh, what would you do to hear 'My Y/N'

My beloved.

Love of my life, the light of my heart, wife to my children and-

"Earth to Y/N." Your deskmate aka Elora called you out. Effectively breaking your train of thought.

You grumble 'way to break someone's fantasy' while glaring back at her. Why is the world so hell-bent on breaking your fantasy of perfect heaven?

"What is it?"

At your reply, the girl smiles, "Can you let me borrow your assignment?; I will return it by tomorrow itself, I swear"

You nod, letting the girl take it away without batting an eye. "Return it by tomorrow itself,"

The girl nods, hurrying out of the class after her work is done. Straightforward much.

You sigh.

Your life has been boring, plain boring. No friends, No social life. So non-existent that sometimes your afraid that getting used to being lonely is scary.

But At least, you enjoy being lonely. So it won't be a problem, right?

You had been the topper of the class all your life, maintaining that rank throughout high school and now in university too, your the same nerd. But without the glasses. A girl who didn't like mingling with people too much. You hate small talk and more so hate unnecessary attention. But as an ambivert, sometimes your extrovert nature would come off as a shock to others but that was like once in a lifetime event. Or as your non-existent friends called it- a miracle in itself.

But it had been years since you last saw that side of yours, maybe it's dead now? Who knows?

In their world, all types of creatures lived. Werewolves, vampires and even hybrids were no exception to the rule of soulmates. The law that governs the world and keeps it in sync, is one that was the very base of pure unadulterated love. Knowing that there is someone out there, made just for you.

One that will be your lover for all eternity, being by your side for all lives.

One that will not turn out like them.

Your parents.

They were soulmates too, but they were just not the right pair. Your father hated your mother, calling her damnation. Something that was forced upon him, as he quoted 'love shouldn't be forced, even if it's from God himself.' He just never loved her mother.

You still recall the very night your family shattered. The day your mother cried when your father slapped her while you could do nothing but witness it like a nightmare.

As a result, you got trust issues and believing others became a task in itself.

That same night your mother had broken down and confessed to your then 14-year-old self. How she wished her soulmate was different but no, he was a cruel bastard who saw her as anything but a burden.

Shaking your head, you walk back to your dorm. No point in digging old wounds.

On Saturdays, they had half days which meant freedom and some much-needed rest. And the thought of your warm bed, had the women almost running.

As soon as you reached your room, you heard a distinct moan.

"Oh Daddy, spank me."

The words had your skin pale, eyes scrunching into disgust as your mind thought of the various things your stupid roommate is doing in there.

Fuck. Fuck, you had warned your roommate to not bring her hookups inside their room but no the women dared to do just that. She must have forgotten that today is your half-day which meant you would be back soon. No wonder you had been smelling so much room freshener, your roommate going as far as cleaning the room and changing bedsheets. Too good to be true but then, Y/N would be too tired to give a fuck.

But fuck. You should have given just that.

Banging on the door, you furiously awaited your pathetic excuse of a roommate to get out.

"Yuna, you better open up. I am gonna fucking file a complaint against you," you scream, not caring for the looks you got. Gone was your introverted self. You were raging inside, furious at how you were fooled to believe a lie from a pretty mouth.

Their dorms had like one fucking room with two beds on either side. And you cant help but pray that they didn't fuck on your precious sheets. If not, you would chop off his balls and shove them up his ass. To hell with the rules of murder, you would go to jail happily.

Your constant banging finally bore fruit as the door unlocked with a slam. Almost having you trip, as your fist lands on a very naked chest. Quickly backing away, you rub your hands on your dress. As if the touch burned you.

"The audacity. You should be happy, you even got to touch me without me killing you." The very naked man chuckles, his voice anything but humourous but you didn't care.

Pushing past him, you enter your room. Eyeing your bed with a look, you sigh in relief, at least you won't go to jail today.

"I can explain," A timid Yuna speaks, making you look at her with a murderous glint.

"Save it, you very well know that the deal doesn't include bringing your hook-ups here. Tell me, since when were you sneaking these vampires inside our room?" Your voice coming out colder than she expected.

The seven males in their room were anything but normal. By the looks of it, you can guess they are vampires. Their pale skin is a dead giveaway and how could you forget this group who rules the whole campus? Charming poor girls, breaking hearts and then tossing them away was anything but pleasurable in your eyes. Instead, you despised the sight of them, and so you ignore their stares. Refusing to look, and more so refusing to even talk.

"Hey, just because you aren't getting some. Doesn't mean you reprimand others for enjoying sex, nerdy." A voice growls, followed by multiple sounds of approval to the same.

You, once again ignore the very naked seven men in their room. Your eyes refused to indulge the bloodsucking vampires. You had nothing against the vampire but these seven were your worst enemies. You hated their ways, everything about them was like poison on your skin. They were the typical bad boys every good girl would fall for, at least that's what you have heard in the stories. Sadly, real life had the same version of it too.

And from childhood, if you have learnt one thing then that is to stay away from any people who give all the red signals and the bangtan boys were the definition of that.

The rumours surrounding them were anything but good. They were spoilt, rich brats who had it easy in life while people like you had to struggle all the way to reach the prestigious university which students like you can't even afford without scholarships to back them up. And it stings when they never do age. Like, why are you even hogging the university seat if you aren't interested in jobs? For people like them, it would be a fun time-pass but for people like you. It's their ticket to sit for an interview.

Even though you don't care, it isn't like rumours will stop and once in a while, even you indulge cause well, it's stupid to see all girls hoping to change their hearts and ending up nowhere.

As much as you know, their group was very tight-knit. Such that students doubt that they are in a relationship. Who cares anyways.

Namjoon. The leader was very much giving you a death glare. That much you were sure of, you could almost feel his gaze drilling a hole inside your head. That guy was intelligent, you have to admit but his character was not that great. He was mostly known as God of destruction and the guy seemed true to his title. Though you would rather call him a devil of destruction. He changed his hook-ups like he changed his clothes, breaking hearts like it was some sort of sporting event. Never wearing or seeing them again.

Seokjin. The one who revels in the title of being the most beautiful man in the whole bangtan. But he was more of a snake who only liked compliments. He was the man who could have any woman with his beauty and to say he was prideful would be an understatement. His ego was as big as the Statue of Liberty—

And yup he had that look that said, you did a mistake by halting their crazy polygamous sex.

From around the corner, you could see yoongi making himself comfortable on the couch. That guy was as cold as the night, while hoseok was frowning. Not that you would care, his fun was ruined but your whole plan to rest was fucking destroyed too.

Jungkook and taehyung were very much the same as their leader. Glaring at you. And Jimin, the man who threatened to kill you for touching him was very much a dick. As always.

"Yuna, how many days?" You say softly, once again, ignoring the boys.

Your roommate mumbled, something. "Five"

"What? Are you kidding me girl, Five days? Seriously." You scoff, hoping that it wasn't true. That your roommate wasn't lying to you for this long, even if it wasn't that long but still a lie was a lie.

And you hate liars more than anything.

"I am sorry, I won't do it again." Yuna frowns, looking up at you with a look that very much says 'your overreacting.'

You scoff. "Look, I don't give a flying fuck about your sex life but at least you should have the decency of standing up to your promise. It was you only who brought up this deal and you broke it. You and your hook-ups can leave now, find yourself another roommate who can tolerate you and your cheating ass. And I hope your soulmate to not have any hope in you waiting for them for they would be greatly disappointed to see you like this."

You can't believe Yuna, the woman who seemed so sweet would do something like this. Fucking someone who isn't your soulmate is very much a crime, if not a sin in your eyes.

Yuna, was a dhampir. Her parents were mate's. It was a rare case, cause Vampire-human bond was unheard of, but nonetheless there were few who fell right into it. It was sheer luck cause Vampires age of finding their soulmate is around 800 years and human's is merely 21 years. And Dhampirs like Yuna are ready for a soulmate when they turn 200 years old and as much as you know, Yuna is still very young for a soulmate, which let's you know that they are just not meant to be.

In a flash, your body leaves the ground. Slamming against the wall with brute force. It had you gasping, eyes growing wide at jungkook who was very much interested to end your life.

Once and for all.

His eyes were red, a rage burning inside them. "Who the fuck are you to govern her life? She is ours to claim. Her soulmate and yours can Go. To. Hell."

You could feel his strength by the way he squeezed your throat with the intent to kill. One snap and your a goner for all he cares. He was the predator, and you the prey. You could feel your heart beating fast, mind stuttering to grasp the change of scenarios. But you would be damned than let them have the pleasure of seeing you in pain. Your eyes stung, not at the threat but at his hands that were touching you. The way he manhandled you, had you remind of your father. It made you feel humiliated, and if you had learnt anything from your mother's mistakes then it was self-respect. 'Never let any man hurt you as your father hurt me' your mother's words rang inside your head like a mantra. And your body jolted, anger seeping into you like molten lava. You tried to speak, hands clawing at his grip brutally.

"Jungkook no," Taehyung and Jimin quickly came to push the man back. Effectively loosening his grip on your neck. Staggering down, You gasped. Your Hands fled across your throat as you coughed violently. Your heart trembled, almost pushing you into a full-blown panic attack. No no. Not now.

Not here.

Deep breaths. In and out.

Your fine. No, you are not. These people cheating on their soulmates is not okay. How could they be so cruel? They aren't giving a chance to the fate designed for them. Their soulmate, your heart goes out for them. It was as if you were watching your mother, coming down with all the hope and love in the world. Only to get crushed by her soulmate.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok came down to help you up but you scowled at him, taking the message, he immediately takes a step back.

"Don't, take care of your stupid kid." You spat, voice dripping in acid.

Jungkook growled, "You bitch, It's our choice whether we want to love our soulmate or not. Love isn't forced, even if it's from God himself."

His words stung, and in him, you saw the spitting image of your father.

At your distraught look, Jungkook smirked. "Cat got your tongue, I bet your soulmate would himself get rid of you-

Slap

A deafening sound fills the room into pin-drop silence. A few gasps were sounded, as Yuna rushed in to check him.

Your eyes glared at him, as you tried hard to blink back the tears. "Not everyone is a monster like you. Certainly not my soulmate or Yuna's. But who am I talking to, a vampire whose heart doesn't even beat? How can you define love? What do you even know about love? Your a selfish person, the same God your loathing for your fate is the same God you pray to when someone close to you is on the brink of death. I just feel sorry for your soulmate, and don't worry. If I ever got a soulmate like you, then I would rather choose death than have a monster as my fate."

Your voice cracked, as you bit your lips to stifle your cries.

Turning back, You rush out of that room. Not wishing to face any of these monsters and let them have the joy of seeing your tears.

Never.

In a matter of seconds, their good time got turned into a very heated argument between Jungkook and that girl who was albeit furious.

Hoseok watched you run out of the room, ignoring his calls. He doesn't know why his heart squeezed at your trembling figure. The way you spoke about your soulmate, defending him while reprimanding them was borderline annoying but somewhere he could see the way you look at them. The look that very well calls them sinners, someone who has done a grave crime. He almost felt bad for you. "Jungkook, you have to apologise to her. You can't raise your hand on women, is this what we have taught you?" If there was one thing bangtan dreaded more than Namjoon, then that was his anger. Hoseok hardly got angry but when he did, all hell would break loose. For some reason, he couldn't ignore that look of pure betrayal in your eyes. The way your hands trembled as you called out your lying friend and then Jungkook just had to go and threaten you.

Which had him pissed.

Pissed at Yuna for lying that her roommate had no issues with them coming over.

"Oh Hyung, let her go. Who cares, we can complete what we left behind." Jimin shrugs, walking over to Yuna who bites her lip in anticipation.

"Hyung, she doesn't have any right to question our choice. Just because she believes in soulmates, doesn't mean we all do too." Jungkook scoffs, refusing to apologise.

Hoseok was so done with his attitude, even though he knew they didn't believe in soulmates but that didn't mean they should kill anyone who don't. "Shut up jungkook, don't forget Yuna lied to her friend and even us. If anyone is to be blamed, then it's her."

Namjoon sighs, "Guys, let's go back. I don't want you all to fight here."

"But Master-" Yuna starts, hoping to get them all in the mood to start what they didn't finish but Taehyung raises his finger. Stopping her from speaking any further.

Jin's eyes narrow at the woman "Babygirl, aren't you being a brat now? Just go and take a cold shower."

"You all can go, I and Jimin will stay."

Hoseok clicks his tongue, eyes swirling in anger. "Are you defying your Hyung?"

Yoongi sighs, looking around nonchalantly. His advanced sense smelling the slight change in the environment outside. The smell of petrichor lays heavy in the air, followed by the clouds grumbling.

"I am going home, you guys should leave before the rain comes."

It was going to rain.

The clouds covered the entirety of the sun. The park being eerily silent. You just got back after filing a complaint against your roommate and Jungkook. Your teacher has assured you of the necessary actions, for which your glad. Though she was slightly taken aback when you wished to be present when they were punished. St. Xavier's was a prestigious university and in no way will they stop you from getting justice. Or in simple words, payback. You want everyone to apologise to you, especially that brat Jungkook. It wasn't your fault for being sensitive. You weren’t someone who would give up on waiting for your soulmate. He was your hope in the dark, the one who would say 'I am not like your father, I love you with all my heart.' your heart litterally worshipped him without even meeting him, such was the extent of this love. YOU were borderline obsessed with him.

A harsh wind blew against your skin, and the trees rustled; creating a perfect ballad of nature. You smile, looking around to find nobody. Stretching your arms, you let your back rest against the tree. The ground was cold, as the rain fell. Nearly blinding the view of your dorm right across the road. It felt good, the silence was peaceful. The world and the people were too much for you anyways..

"Rain, Rain. Oh clouds, Rain Rain." You chuckle. It almost felt liberating, to watch the sky rumbling as if agreeing to your little wish. The downpour only increased in intensity, earning the women to squeal in delight. As a child rain was your favourite season. You were born in the dark of night, though your mother was terrified for her newborn baby who might be scared of the lightning outside. But turns out, the then baby Y/N felt joy at the sight of rain. It was the sign, that your birthday is nearing. Quickly running out of the careful shade of the tree, the woman let her sandals slip out of her feet.

"I could almost hear my mother shouting, Y/N don't you dare go into the rain." You laughed, head falling back at the thought of your mother standing with a broom in her hand. It wasn't an odd sight for her to chase you around with a broom. It only made your childish self enjoy the chase, for you knew she could never catch you. Oh, how you wished to be a kid and not go through a world which seems nothing like the world you once believed in. Strange, how as a kid you dreamt of being an adult and enjoying life but now that your standing here. All you wish is to go back and enjoy that carefree life.

A twinge of sadness grips you, squeezing your form which looks up to the sky with an almost melancholic gaze. "I hope my birthday will bring my soulmate closer to me." You smile, feeling the bitter tears mix alongside the rain. Twenty years, were a long wait for you. Maybe in some corner of your mind, your waiting for someone who cares for you. It's a strange wish but then hoping wasn't a sin. If it was, then you weren’t all alone in it, right?

Morning arrived like an icy serenade, a coolness to bring out the warmth within. And then there was you who had been ignoring your roommate like a plague, coming home late and leaving early in the morning. It was like, you hardly stayed at the dorm because seeing Yuna made you feel bitter.

Sunday was your day to stay in bed but then you would have to face her.

No thanks, you had rather stay in the library than go back to the room.

In a matter of weeks, you would get to shift to the right wing of your dorm. By enquiring, you got to know that one student has suddenly left the dorm mid-term due to family issues and as the room has one more bed, you were given a choice to shift there. And you were fast enough to grab the opportunity. Even surprising the dean with that reaction. Anything to get away from that stupid roommate. Literally. You were too early, the library being dead silent. Not one student at sight, sighing softly. Y/N went to the literature section to grab a book on the way. You didn't even check what book you got, cause well anything is fine as long as you don’t have to sit idle.

"Hey, Y/N" A soft voice called out to you, turning around you see your senior.

"Good morning, Ankit." You wave, which came off too excited than you could have shown.

Ankit chuckles, waving right back. "Looks like someone is very happy to see me."

'Of course' you giggle to yourself.

Ankit was a pure gentleman in your eyes. you met him in the library, where he helped you in balancing the mountain of books which you almost dropped if not for him. He was a sweet guy who was famous in class, just because he always spoke respectfully to everyone. He even talks sweetly, and you think that's his charm for women to have a crush on him.

"No, I just thought I won't get to see anyone and then I got to see you." You smile, looking around "I see, today your on the duty of a librarian."

You wriggle your eyebrows, earning a laugh from the man.

"Yes, and I see you are interested to know about vampires. May I ask why?" Ankit drawls, eyes snooping down to yourhand.

You look at the book, grimacing "I grabbed whatever I could, didn't know my luck was so bad."

"Why so sour?" Ankit asked, pulling back the chair for you to sit. Smiling at his gesture, the woman plops down.

"Some Vampires don't have a heart then why God even appoints them a soulmate?" you rant, not caring for anything. Your fingers tapped lightly against your neck, the skin was sensitive to touch but had you flinch ever so slightly.

Across you, Ankit listens to every word, eyes growing wide when his gaze falls on your neck. The purple handprint on it was anything but normal, "Oh dear, what happened to your neck?"

Y/N hums, oh what would you do if it was him in his place? your soulmate. You bet that Ankit's soulmate would be so lucky to have him.

"A vampire did that to me." You speak softly, voice lowering by a few octaves.

Ankit immediately went close to you, "You should go to a doctor, that needs to be healed as soon as possible."

You shake your head. "No, not until he is punished."

Ankit grimaces, ready to talk to you about this but you give him a stubborn look. Letting him know, you won't do it. You had been like this, since childhood. Stubborn. And if there's anything that you hate then it's men, anyone who makes you see bits and pieces of your father is a monster in your eyes. All your childhood, you had mostly ignored males just as you have pretended to love your father. They all were the same, in front they acted sweet but inside they were bitter. You recall, how once a boy in your school pushed you away just because you were in a hurry to submit your assignment to the teacher. You had threatened to let his name be known to the teacher but no, the boy had an attitude problem. You remembers how your eyes stung, a rage bubbling inside your heart. Your classmates were watching but no one came up to help you at all. That day you felt so alone, among the crowd of hundreds. There you knew, you had to become your own saviour instead of crying out for help. With great difficulty, you had explained the humiliation to the teacher.

It was as if you were violated. As a girl whose body was going through changes, you were angry that a boy couldn't even respect your personal space. He touched your boobs while pushing you, which didn't sit well with you. At all.

And at last, you were satisfied when the boy was left to kneel on the ground.

Tears were the representation of the hurt caused by others. Unlike others, you didn't see it as a weakness. No, but you refused anyone to see you cry, that vulnerable state being just for you and no one. You cried every time someone hurt you, every time someone made you feel bad. Every night, you cried to sleep. Not knowing, whether to hate your father or not. He loved you dearly, cause you were his blood but when it came to your mother. All you saw was a monster, one that didn't give a fuck.

And that was it. There you promised yerself that you will earn so much money that your mother lives her life in luxury. Which will start from divorce first.

And that's how you started working hard to come all the way here. Away from your small Village. Away from the people you grew up with. In search of that one joy that could make your mother proud of you.

Her daughter's success.

"What is new in fiction?" You cough, hoping to distract him.

"Oh, we have the new book of the Bodyguard series, you can check it."

Wow.

You nod, excited to read the steamy romance of the Princess and her bodyguard. Only you knows how long had you been waiting for the book since its release last month. The forbidden love that had you crave more. You were a huge fan of steamy romance and your favourite genre was Romance. Especially the one where the royals are included.

"Oh great, let me check them." You stand up, going back to keep the Vampire book in the literature section.

But you were stunned to see the familiar face of a guy you very much despise. Ignoring his presence, you keep the book back in its rightful place.

"I am sorry on behalf of jungkook," Namjoon speaks plainly.

You scoff, "Well that sorry would be effective if it comes from him. Not you"

Namjoon clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing at you. "Because of your complaint, he is grounded. I don't think he can come,"

"Oh, what punishment did he get?"

Namjoon looks taken aback at your excited tone, but still ignores it, "His parents came to know about what he did to you, and let's just say he got punished for it."

You hum, not commenting on it. It wasn't your place to do but atleast your heart is placated with the thought of punishing the guy who dared to say bad things about your soulmate.

"When will his parents come?"

Namjoon scowls, knowing well that it was you who filed a complaint against Jungkook. But the women not once seemed guilty, it was as if you were happy at the news. Something that irked Namjoon greatly.

"If you could have waited until today, then Jungkook would have apologised but what you did was extreme."

You chuckle dryly, "His apology? Will it heal my skin or will it remove the memory where he tried to kill me? Words are nothing but empty. I would rather accept actions which I took by the way,"

To say Namjoon was stunned would be an understatement. You really have no idea what trouble you have brought yourself into. Out of the seven vampires, if there was someone as stubborn as you. Then it was jungkook, and not to mention how he was seconds away from rushing out of his room to kill you. If not for his father throwing him off, he would have been here already.

Why were you so hell-bent on getting yourself in trouble?

He couldn't comprehend your attitude, this matter could have been taken care of. Heck, they would even let you have their blood to heal your wound fast but judging by your unbiased hatred for them.

Namjoon doubts, you would accept their help.

He hated how he couldn't read your expression, something that his vampire self took pride in. He just knew what women wanted- sex, orgasm, name it and he was up to fulfilling the wildest fantasies of their minds. Some women even had a kink for blood-sucking and even though he wasn't, particularly in that. He would still indulge in them, but as a vampire, they had blood banks so sucking it directly from the source wasn't that appealing but he did it once in a while. Though he left his old ways a long time ago, he and his mate's didn't fuck another women after Yuna came into their lives.

Though the rumours about them never ceased, even now, he gets many women's request for one-night stands. Sometimes it's even annoying when they can't take no as an answer.

This guy was so annoying.

You didn't have any choice but to stay in the library, and this Namjoon was hell-bent on making you take back the complaint you have filed. One thing you refused to oblige. You liked how desperate Namjoon was, opposite of that cold and cruel guy you met back in your room. But then, he is a fuckboy. Someone you shouldn't mingle with, much less talk to.

Namjoon muttered, "Your attitude is getting to me? Can't you talk without ignoring my eyes, do I repel you that much?"

You roll your eyes at him, "I don't have to see you to talk to you or have you forgotten that we speak through our mouth? Not eyes."

Namjoon chuckles, dark eyes raking over you. "Princess, aren't you one spoilt brat."

Your face morphs in disgust, "None of your business, I ain't studying with your dad's money."

Namjoon glares at you, his eyes intimidating you but you quickly avert your attention back to the book in hand.

He sighs, "Jungkook's Father is the owner of this university and let's just say, your gonna be in trouble if you don't pull your complaint back." For fuck's sake, can't he leave you to your own devices? Even if he was some President's son, you wouldn't have spared him. What makes him think that you would be scared of him? If anything, you were enjoying how his father is punishing him. At least someone has brains, unlike that Jungkook who most probably thinks from his dick.

"Well, Namjoon. For your kind information, I don't give a fuck. Jungkook could be anyone but he won't get away with insulting my Soulmate. Let this be his lesson to not mess with me" You huff, annoyed as you make a beeline to go out of here.

Namjoon frowns, watching you leave. In all his vampire life, he hasn't met anyone with such intense love. He has lived, longer than any vampire but never once has he found a one-sided love like her. What guarantee is there that your soulmate will even reciprocate your love? But then, it doesn't look like you will stop. He hasn't met one like you. Not until that two couple whose story is worldwide famous. He met them with luck but goodness their bond was so bright that he had to hold himself from getting envious.

He was from the immortal race of vampires, the purebred that walked upon this earth thousands of years ago. He and Seokjin were seemingly called as the Vampire Kings, both in terms of race and in beauty. Though Jin is older than him, but nonetheless they are a pair. A force to reckon with.

Following weeks seemed hectic for you who had no time to even spare. Juggling between study and your work assignments, you absolutely forgot about jungkook and your little wish to be present when he is called in front of the principal. Until your teacher reminded you of Jungkook's reputation and that your complaint had already been a blow. Rumours are spreading fast, but you don't care.

You have to be present in Principal's office by evening.

But for now, you are gonna enjoy the cooking course you have joined for learning a thing or two.

All your life, you have been dependant on your mother. And in university, they don't have to make food which can become a problem in future. So here you are, watching over as the teacher explains them about the ingredients for curry rice.

Your favourite.

"Let it be for twenty minutes, and your curry would be ready to be served."

She nods, standing right across her while looking over the steam coming off the pan.

After her class is over, the woman hurries back to the Principal's office. Not wishing to be late. As soon as she turns the doorknob, a wave of cold air hits her face; entering slowly she looks around to find Jungkook and the Principal alongside Jin.

The three were watching her like a hawk, almost making her trip over the attention.

Pulling through, she tugs her head down in respect. "Good evening, Sir."

The man smiles warmly. And it almost felt like jungkook was smiling, the resemblance being the same but the character. Not so much.

One thing that she loves about Vampire kind is their youthful skin. But then they were immortals, they cannot die and for that She pities them. A basic right was stripped from their life. Their creation in itself a damnation.

Legends say that the Vampire race were the creation of Lucifer. He had made them for the sole purpose of creating havoc on the realms but then, the Lord of the heavens intervened. Which led the Vampires to get reduced to ashes. But there were few lucky ones who escaped and carried their legacy on earth.

"Jungkook, apologise to her," And that smiling man disappeared, face morphing into that of anger and plain disappointment.

Jungkook glares at that woman who dared to file a complaint against him. He couldn't believe this fragile being is gonna make him apologise. He couldn't tolerate this insult, never. "I am not apologizing."

As soon as he spoke it, you glare at him with a sharp look. Lips curling into a mocking smile "Oh Man up, My guy. Seeing you, I pity your brain. Has it become rusty after not being used as much as your nether regions."

And that was it. Before he could snap at you, Jin pushed him down. His hand almost crushed his shoulder with a force, one that had him whimper. His face turned bright red, the thought of the women hearing it was shameful. As soon as his eyes raked over your form, Jungkook saw just that.

That girl was smiling, as if satisfied by Jin who put him in his place.

This nerdy was getting on his nerves now.

"I am sorry," He mumbles, hoping to be done with this shit.

His father is looking at him, but he won't repeat his words. If she can't accept it, then she can go to hell.

Jin shakes his head, "Little louder, Jungkook."

Jin sighs, the maknae was stubborn. Before he can reprimand him, Y/N starts laughing. One that had him whip his head so fast that he was sure his neck groaned in protest, "Leave it, a egoistic person would rather be stubborn than accept his mistake. Your the live example of how maturity isn't defined by age, one can find a kid even in a Vampire. Very well, I shall take my leave sir. I have important matters to see other than a spoilt kid's temper tantrums."

And with that, Y/N storms out.

Jungheo nods, albeit begrudgingly as she leaves. "Jungkook, you don't have a soulmate. Doesn't mean others don't, I think you all should leave Yuna before her soulmate arrives." Jungheo slams his hand on the table, furious at his son.

Jin's jaws tighten at that, "Twenty years ago, It was Yuna who made us feel love. You very well know, Vampires especially us purebred have no mate. We have already accepted our fate, but I believe it's Yuna who is our mate. Her presence calms us, I believe her being a dhampir isn't what's swaying your decision. Even jungkook felt that soul love, it was what saved your son from going into depression and killing himself in the process."

Jungheo scoffs, "Oh pls, if she was your true mate then I wouldn't have had to hear about your hook-ups. Just admit it, your unable to find your soulmate and that dhampir is just a distraction. But the real question is, until when?"

At this, Jungkook growls in anger. "We are sure, Yuna is our mate. Her blood is the sweetest and for your kind information, we are already planning our marriage."

Jin clicks his tongue. Their race was cursed from the start, even though they were blessed with mates but finding their mate was like finding a lost needle in the Marianna trench. Impossible. They had lived their life awaiting for their mate, but that time had never come. He has watched his lovers aching for their missing piece, hoping until nothing was left.

In his whole Vampire life, he has never tasted anything as sweet as her blood. It was almost addicting, a drug. His mind would become hazy by just one drop of her blood. So much that the blood from the blood bank wasn't even close to hers. Yuna, his beautiful mate. The one who was made just for them.

Jungheo scoffs, "That doesn't mean you go around scaring students. Today Y/N came, tomorrow someone else. I want you all to refrain from meeting Yuna for a week and If I saw you anywhere near her dorm then I won't hesitate to destroy that dhampir."

At his words, their blood ran cold. If Jin had a heart, he was sure it would have stopped beating completely.

Jungkook growls, "Don't you dare!"

"Oh I would. This is your punishment for not apologizing properly."

"No Dad, I am not marrying him. Why can't you understand?" She spoke desperately, hoping that her father changes his decision.

But no.

The man was as stubborn as he can be.

She had just showered, hoping to jump in between her warm covers. Hoping to sleep before her roommate arrives but no. Her Dad had to ruin it all.

"Daughter, your gonna be Twenty-one years old. Its time for you to get married." Her Dad's stern voice rumbles through the phone.

Clasping her hand on her mouth, the girl desperately hopes to not cry out and scream at him. He was selfish, he didn't want her to meet her soulmate. He wants her to have freedom in choosing her love, but what's the point when she can't have her soulmate in her fate. "I won't marry him."

He knows well that all her life she has never mingled with boys, always staying true to her soulmate.

What was her biggest salvation, seemed a jail for her father who wants her to be free and have a choice.

"Your my daughter. Do as I say, is this what you give me for funding your education and bringing you into the world child." Her father shouts through, his words stemming guilt and pain.

Guilt for not being enough and pain from not getting what she has literally came into the world for. Her soulmate.

As a child, she has heard the tales around soulmates. How they carry the bond from birth after birth, it was what her child heart treasured. From then on, her imagination revolved around her soulmate. For him, she learnt all the skills that were necessary for a women.

Her village was backward in terms of education, the people were stubborn to let go of their traditional values and embrace the future. Which led to them having to leave the village in pursue of studies, though her friends were not so lucky for their parents never supported them. While she was fortunate to have her mother as a strong support system. And now that her marriage talk is coming up, she desperately clings to the shattered hope.

Praying to the Gods above,

'Pls bring my soulmate.'

"Y/N it's your turn." She snaps out of her thoughts when her classmate nudges her.

They had a music lesson today, more like a test where they had to sing a piece. Her eyes were gloomy, she didn't even feel like getting up today but then this test would end up getting a minus point in her grade. And her father didn't need another reason for her to come back.

At his thoughts, her tears stung as she rapidly blinked her eyes. Not wishing to break down in front of so many people.

"Come, Y/N" Her sir's call pulls her out of her gloomy thoughts. Nodding profusely, she goes on the stage.

Yoongi watches Y/N, her eyes taking in the surrounding with a neutral look. But in it, he could sense a hint of grief. Her face looks dull, even as she pulls over a soft smile. She looked mysterious, her beauty haunting him like a nightmare.

If he looks past her loose clothes, he could see she had a great figure. Her face resembled a full moon while her eyes reminds one of a deer. Big and beautiful, her skin was soft. The cold weather seemed to contrast her beauty. Almost as if he was in presence of a snowflake.

He awaits with bated breath, the entire room falling silent for her to start.

Y/N looks up, as she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she retracts inside her safe haven, away from the outer world. Away from the hurt.

Confining into the darkness, she carefully touches the familiar edges of love. Softly, she starts to string the verse. Carefully threading it through the broken pieces of her heart, voicing it out into a rhythmic trance.

I am mad with love

And no one understands my plight.

Only the wounded

Understand the agonies of the wounded,

When the fire rages in the heart. Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel, Not the one who lets it go. In pain I wander from door to door,

But could not find a doctor: Harken, my Master,

My pain will subside When love himself comes as the doctor.

Pin drop silence.

It was as if someone sucked away his breath, was she some angel. Her voice was so sweet, almost as if she might disappear right now. It stirred something deep inside his cold heart, which wasn't even present at the first place. Yoongi was breathless, and so were the students who slowly started clapping. Some boys even going as far as whistling.

"Wow, Y/N. You can truly represent our university in the upcoming music contest," Their Music sir pats her back, even as he goes on to shower praises on her vocal skills.

"Thank you sir," Y/N smiles, looking around as in that moment. Her eyes fell on him.

And Yoongi froze at her attention. Her eyes left him as fast as it could, as if his sight burned her. Which stings him, he has never found anyone who has shown an attitude to him. He, Yoongi who is called as the most cold guy in the whole university just got a cold shoulder from her. But he wasn't angry, no quite the opposite. He was intrigued, curious to see how she might unveil.

He watches her like a hawk, getting down from the stage as the women hurries out.

But with his advance vampire speed, he reaches right in front of her.

Which results in her colliding straight to his chest, causing her to flinch as she stumbles back. Quickly catching her arm, he steadies her. Looking up at him, Y/N gives him a look.

From close, she is such an angel. He can trace every part of her. She didn't wear makeup unlike others of their class, and her hair was pushed back into a simple braid. But he could still catch a few curls escaping through, something that only added to her innocence.

There was certain rawness to her emotions. He could see she was waiting for him to speak, her face giving away no emotion of some sort. Just waiting, patiently for something to happen. "Can you tell me which piece you used now?"

"It was self-made," She replies, not indulging him into any type of conversation. Just straight to the point.

Yoongi nods, surprise taking over his features. He can't believe she made such a beautiful piece, it even contrasted to their theme for love. Though her lines were more of a pained love then showcasing joy but he guesses, it was how she viewed it. An artist represent their pieces through songs, writing, poetry and even painting.

Even his lover, taehyung was an art enthusiast. He loved painting, loved to draw them and bring out his emotions through his paintbrush.

"If you don't mind, can I know who was your inspiration behind making this song?" Yoongi wants to know, no. He hopes she let's him know. Was it a lover? Was it her boyfriend but she is mostly talking about her soulmate.

She doesn't seem like she might have a boyfriend. Atleast that's what he has heard from Namjoon who was annoyed the amount of times she brought her soulmate in the conversation.

Heck, even Jin said the same thing. She wasn't particularly angry at jungkook hurting her. Her anger was directed at his talk of spewing insults at her soulmate.

"My soulmate," Y/N replies looking him into the eye, and he swore he saw a deep longing in them. Pushing past him, she takes her leave.

And Yoongi is left to stand and watch her fade into the hall. She was so blunt, as if she has been speaking about it since long. Humans hardly waited for their soulmate, heck by now they would even lose their virginity and have boyfriends until they reached the ripe age of twenty one.

But she is different. So different from the humans he knew.

And Yoongi couldn't help but become jealous. Envious of her soulmate who will get her as his, he wouldn't even know what hit him.

Perhaps, his fate has reached a point where other's fate seems more appealing than his own.

Particularly some girl named Y/N's fate.

Its almost Midnight as Y/N finishes her study. Stretching her hand, she almost groans. Her limbs protesting against it. Her back hurt while her eyes were burning from lack of sleep.

College was boring. And on top of that, her letter of transferring to the other dorm hasn't been confirmed yet.

Touching her forehead, she could feel it slightly warm.

Maybe she even has a fever. Ugh, so annoying.

"Hey, you bitch. Why didn't you donate blood for me?" A furious Yuna storms in.

The headache, the homework and the audacity of this bitch. Too much.

Looking back, she narrows her eyes at Yuna. "My blood, my choice. And stop calling me with your name now."

It wasn't like her dad was gonna send her money, and she had one more year to go. But luckily she was also clever for donating her blood, where she made enough money to get through graduation and sit for placements. Their college was run by a Vampire which meant, there were vampire students too. And to dissuade vampires from sucking blood from the humans, the Principal had specially made a Blood bank where humans could donate. Not only that, If someone liked their blood which they did. They can even charge more money, and she knows that a Vampire addicted to her blood is like a plus point.

You can have them dance to your whim, and they will. Just so they could have a taste of your blood.

Y/N is majoring in Computer science, her core subjects were a bitch but then it also gave her a promising future. Maybe after this, she can do her MBA and earn more for her mother.

Yuna scoffs, "Why? I am even paying you tenfolds. Do you want more?"

She shakes her head, "Nope, I just left it. You know, we have a choice to pull back if we want to and I did just that. Not a big deal, go find someone else"

Ignoring her rants, Y/N stands up. But it wasn't long when her roommate slams her body on the wall. Pinning her down with a brute force, as pain shoots through her arm. Her head spinning with the impact. It was agonizing. Her ears were ringing, as she attempts to push the girl away but nothing seems to work.

"Now, where were we? Yes, your blood." Yuna smirks, sniffing her throat as her eyes grew wide.

"Don't you dare, I will make sure you pay for this." Y/N grits her teeth, her hands burning with the force this bitch has on her.

Her skin felt numb, and then there was it. A pain of a thousand needles pricking her.

Ignoring her warning look, Yuna bites down at her neck harshly. Almost breaking her skin down to her bones.

Y/N's screams reverberated into the still night, as she cried out for help. Her breathing was erratic as her heart plummeted against her chest. Pain shoots through her arm, spreading through her body like a forest caught on a wildfire. Black dots arose in her vision, which she blinked back. Fighting through it.

Yuna drank her blood, taking huge gulps. Nowhere near stopping but before she could drain the life out of her, a force pulled her back.

Almost throwing her against the wall. A cracking sound of bones breaking through the room.

Taehyung glared at Yuna, "Do you have a death wish,"

Looking back at Y/N's barely holding conscious form, Taehyung rushes to help her. But one whiff of the air and his eyes grew wide, the delicious smell of her blood was addicting. So potent that he felt his steps stagger, it was the most mouth-watering smell he has ever inhaled. So much that he had to cover his nose. His mind stutters, unable to comprehend the situation. How is this possible? Taking this as a chance, Yuna escapes as He shook his head, he could catch her some other day, now is not the time to think. He had more important matters at hand. And that being her. Y/N

After dinner, Taehyung thought of taking a small walk around the campus. He came to know about what actually took place in between Jungkook and his father. Jin told them about not meeting Yuna, even though he was pissed about it. He can't help it. That nerdy had to go and complain, it wasn't like jungkook wasn't going to apologise.

And on top of that he was craving Yuna's blood, it was the sweetest. Like honey, the blood that he has on daily basis can't even come close to hers.

A cry for help had his vampire senses thrown into action, he could smell it. Blood. And it came from Yuna's dorm. It was the smell that had his vampire arouse from its slumber. The urge to hunt was strong but the moment he picked up the potent sweetness. His eyes widened as realisation dawned at him.

His mate is hurt. And that was all it took for him to speed up. Hopefully the window of Yuna's room was ajar.

Quickly transforming into bat form, he flew across the window only to see Yuna having that nerdy on a tight grip. The women's face was pale, as Yuna drank her blood. Nowhere stopping. And that's how he had to pull her back using vampire strength.

The bloodlust, once awaken was very hard to control. A Vampire couldn't handle it, much less a dhampir like Yuna.

His heart ached. Ached for the women whose smell permitted the four walls of the room.

He couldn't believe it, it was all along her. Y/N, she is his mate. Not that Yuna. They got fooled by a bitch like her.

Rage. Burning hot rage burst through his veins, it was as if he could destroy the whole campus for making his mate suffer. Quickly going back to her, he takes her in his arms. Her blood was seeping through her shirt. Nowhere to stop.

"My love," Going near her throat, he licks her wound. Coating the two punctured skin with his saliva. He groaned, the taste was so addictive. It almost took all of his energy to not claim her as his.

So much for patience.

He chuckles, eyes filling with tears. Caressing her cheeks, he plants a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Five thousand years, My Love. And your finally here, in my arms."

Taehyung can't believe his fate was here. His destiny, his angel. The one made just for him is finally in his arms. He can't believe that bitch fooled them into believing she was their mate. She even went an extra mile to get his precious mate's blood in her system.

It didn't take long for him to join the pieces. Why Yuna only met them on particular days, and why she went to have blood as her food instead of human food? It wasn't like she can't taste human food, but how come she knew that Y/N was their soulmate.

No doubt, he is puzzled. She made them fucking believe that she is their destiny.

Effectively fooling them in the process.

How much deprived they were to be fooled like that?

Though taehyung had his doubts, as to how drinking her blood didn't give him as much pleasure as sniffing his true mate's blood. Yuna was a dhampir who they met in a club. She was average but instantly got their attention.

It was at that moment when they felt the soul bonding, the intense feeling that had him and his lovers close to tears.

It was the second time, they felt that soul-bonding.

The first being exactly twenty years ago. If only he knew that it was just his soulmate announcing her arrival in their world.

Twenty years ago, at Midnight. When the whole world was doused in inky darkness, just like his heart. She came in, raging like a thunderstorm. Demanding what was hers and they failed to recognise it. A fool, Indeed. It was the very first time, he felt a spark. An intense love which only meant one thing. His soulmate was reaching out to them, letting them know that losing hope was never an option.

She was young, his soulmate. Young and beautiful, just like her heart. His.

Only theirs.

She looks no more than twenty in human years, which meant that once their physical bonding takes place. Which he hopes will happen sooner so that they can share their immortality with her, it's how vampires who tend to live longer than any race survive.

If not for their soulmate, half of the race would have been wiped out by now. A human-vampire bonding was rare but not impossible.

Gently scooping her up, in his arms. Taehyung quickly leaves towards his mansion.

Wanting his lovers to know who was their true mate.

Reaching his room, taehyung gently places his angel on the King-sized bed. Grimacing at the blood that stained her shirt. He hated how she had to go through so much pain, nearly losing her life in the process.

"Hyung, everyone. Come into my room, I found our true soulmate." Taehyung screams into their shared mind link, as he awaits for them.

In few seconds, he hears the door slamming open. Yoongi entering inside followed by the other five.

"What do you mean by true soulmate?" Yoongi frowns, but stops in his track when he sees Y/N laying on the bed.

Unconscious.

Quickly rushing near, Yoongi panics. "What happened to her? Who did this? And wait a minute, why does her blood smell so..." He trails off, brows knitting in confusion.

Namjoon and Jin share a look, both equally surprised Nonetheless horrified.

Hoseok and Jimin came off as confused as them while the youngest maknae watched Y/N with a distinct look.

"I found Yuna sucking her dry. If I was one minute late, she would have-" Taehyung's voice cracks at the end, as he desperately holds himself from not breaking down.

The thought of loosing his mate without even meeting her was too much.

"How could this be possible?" Jin scowls, "-Yuna was our mate, not her. Are you sure the blood on her skin isn't Yuna's."

Jin couldn't believe it, the one who was his mate was Yuna. Heck even Jungkook couldn't digest it. Forget about Jimin and all. They all had the same sets of questions, none being ready to accept someone else in place of Yuna.

Taehyung pinches his nose, annoyed at his lovers to not get the message.

"Forgive me, My angel." Quickly nearing his mate's unconscious form. He nips at her fingertips, effectively drawing a drop of blood.

The reaction was instant. Jungkook lunged towards Y/N, followed by Jimin as Jin and Namjoon ran to pull them back. The addicting smell had their Vampire senses heightened, their eyes turning blood red with their fangs protuding.

Yoongi had to physically bite his lips, to the point of drawing blood. He was the nearest to her, and he would be damned if he hurt his precious mate.

Unlike others, he didn't need any proof to accept her as his soulmate. He hated Yuna's guts, she was an attention-seeking bitch who had little to no regard for his personal space. As a soulmate, which she wasn't. Yoongi didn't understand why she couldn't grasp his emotions or why she always pushed him into a situation he hated altogether.

Out of all of them, If there was one who maintained his distance from her than it was him.

But to say, that she had been fooling them all along had his hands itching to kill her. Do something, anything to harm her the way she harmed his mate

"How? I can't believe it." Jin mumbled as he reaches near his mate. She is their mate, Not Yuna. Her blood was ten times more addicting then Yuna.

There was no doubt but-

As Vampires, If there was blood that could make them lose their minds then it was the true mate's blood. Just as werewolves had their mates recognised through the most mouth-watering smell, their kind recognised mate through the blood smell. He couldn't believe their mate was in front of their eyes, why the smell was so potent on the other bed. And why Yuna acted as if she slept on her roommate's bed most of the time.

She knew, Y/N was their mate and yet the bitch played them.

"We can't smell her blood from afar, which means she isn't twenty-one yet?" Hoseok questions, unlike others. He was calm at the betrayal of Yuna.

He was just glad his mate was finally here, and he couldn't wait to shower her in love. To claim her and share his immortality with her. He frowns when he remembers how she hated them, the thought had him whimper slightly. He doesn't want their mate to hate them.

It wasn't his fault, yes they almost got fooled by Yuna but that doesn't mean he didn't deserve a chance to make it up to her.

Taehyung glares, "Yuna already knew she was our soulmate. She paid Y/N for her blood, which was why her blood was so sweet. Though not as potent as our soulmate's. That vile woman wretched us like no other, I hope she rots in hell." Slowly, he went out to explain the situation of what exactly happened.

Opposite him, Namjoon was nowhere calm. His mind was going through all questions, was the love that he felt through the soul bond, not Yuna's? Two Damn years, Fuck. And he called himself the most intelligent vampire. Yeah, A Vampire who can't even find his mate.

It was he who told everyone about Yuna and it was he who picked up the soul bond first.

But the situation was so bad, that the moment he felt the soul connection. It was Yuna whose eyes he saw first, and damn he feels like he failed his mate alongside his lovers.

What's the point of being a leader?

All along, he thought his soulmate was cheating but no. It was them. It was he who was cheating on her, unlike her whose love was enough to get them through.

No wonder, he felt envious of how Y/N always spoke about her soulmate.

As if her world revolved around that same word and now that he knows, she is his mate.

Namjoon can't help but feel his chest fluttering in love. His cold body feeling a warmth so foreign that he was afraid he would never be resurrected back. Neither he wished to be back.

Jimin watched with a batted eye as Jin and Namjoon hurried to get their mate into fresh clothes. He could see Jin totally acting like a mother, fussing around Y/N as he asked Taehyung to rush down and get some energy drink for her. Even Yoongi who was cold all along seemed to be smiling with a fond look.

This scene looked so domestic for someone like him who always wished for a family.

Though in it, he mostly saw Yuna but now that there was Y/N. He can't help but feel guilty. As if he has cheated on one soul he vowed to love.

But no, he was cruel to her. Heck, they all were.

They were this close to fucking that bitch, her roommate. At this, his eyes stung. She will leave them, who would want a mate who has cheated on them?

"Hyung, will she hate us?"

At his broken voice, Yoongi looks up. "That only time can say, Jimin."

He nods, her view getting blurred due to his tears. Quickly wiping it, he blinks. Not wishing to get her out of his sight.

The first thing he will do as soon as she wakes up is apologise. He can spend an eternity in trying to makeup for all the things he did wrong.

It was Jungkook who had the hardest time swallowing the bitter pill of truth. He can't. No, he couldn't take that it was her who was his mate all along. No, how could he? How could he hurt her? He almost killed her on the first day of their meeting. The only memory she has of him is that of fear. Fear of him killing her.

Turning around, Jungkook storms out.

Taehyung watches his lover get out, the other five sharing the same look as him. "I hope he is fine."

"He will be, don't worry. " Namjoon calms them, as their attention goes back to their mate.

"And here I was jealous of her mate." Yoongi chuckles, his thumb drawing circles on her head. "When I should be proud of my mate."

Jin nods, "So it was her. Twenty years ago, it was our mate who came into the world. Isn't she?"

"Yes, she did. That's why, we and Jungkook. All are living in peace, she brought our soul to us. Our soulmate." Hoseok sighs, eyes twinkling in love as they all watched her breathing in, she looked so much at peace that Namjoon wished to just hide her away from the world.

Only for their eyes to see and hold.

It was 3:00 am

Everyone was awake except Y/N. Taehyung was particularly glued to her side, so were the others. Even jungkook wasn't far, having returned after his nightly walk to blow off some steam.

Taehyung smiles fondly at her,

But it wasn't long to see her face scrunched up, morphing into that of distress "Is she having a nightmare?"

His question pulled everyone from their thoughts, as Jin rushed to check her. "Oh no, she is burning."

At Jin's words, all rushed to get something to put her fever down. It was Jungkook who brought a wet towel as he settles it on her forehead. Yoongi and Hoseok getting on either side, a wet towel in their hands to wipe her arms and hopefully bring down her temperature. In haste, Namjoon had brought a warm oil to massage her feet, rubbing it to keep her from feeling awful. He had read somewhere that it helps.

He hopes it does.

Jin brought medicine for Y/N. He even went an extra mile to dissolve the pill in a mango juice so that his precious mate doesn't have to tolerate the bitter taste.

Taehyung had his arms securely wrapped around his mate, squeezing her cheeks in a pout. He beckons jin to feed her medicine.

Jin, taking the hint. Pushes the spoon inside her mouth, as Y/N starts squirming.

Refusing to open her mouth.

"Baby, it's okay. Good girl," Taehyung pulls her up, not wishing the liquid to go into her wind pipe.

At his words, Y/N whimpers as if she is in pain. Their heart squeezed seeing her whimpering, oh how they wished the medicine quickly starts doing its work.

4:am

Her temperature was down but not fully. Jin has went an all out for closing all the windows, keeping the fans off and making the room as warm as possible. He brought all the blankets from his room, especially his favourite ones. Even though he can't sleep, but atleast the material is soft to touch. It gives him peace, and he hopes it does the same to her.

All along, taehyung had her securely tucked under his arms. Laying down beside her. One moment they were watching, and the next, Y/N's arms were wrapped around his waist, head resting on his shoulder. While she breathed right across his neck.

Taehyung, tilts his head. Happy that his soulmate is seeking him out. Gently placing a kiss on her forehead, he squeezes her hand. Hoping to never let go.

While the others could only watch in jealousy, to say they were envious would be an understatement.

Jimin huffs, "This isn't fair, you can't hog her to yourself."

Taehyung smirks, enjoying their faces of pure envy. The hyungs may not show their jealousy openly, but the maknaes could. "Well, it's her choice. Which is me for now."

Jimin groans in annoyance. Oh how he wishes to wipe that smirk off of his face.

Y/N squints her eyes, as she felt the sun hogging her face. Ugh, so annoying.

She turns over, hoping to snuggle against her teddy bear. But is shocked when she feels something much big than her pluffy bear. Followed by a very masculine chuckle, one that had her jolt up. Scrambling away in fright.

"Oh." Her mind doesn't even register as the world moves slowly. But this is what happens when you suddenly slip and fall back on the ground.

Her head hit the ground, as a pained whimper escaped her.

Ah, it hurts.

Y/N felt tears brim at the corner of her eyes. Why is her morning like this? She now remembers Yuna attacking her and a bangtan member saving her. Taehyung, was it? She doesn't know, but her neck is itching like crazy.

And all this frustration leads her tears to open up like some unwanted guests.

In a second, Jimin is near her. "I am so sorry, did I scare you sweetheart?" He pulls her up, but even that earns a pained groan from her.

Her hip hurts, and her head feels like someone smashed a coconut on it.

"What happened?" She hears someone entering the room, "-Jimin, Did you scare my baby?"

"hyung, I didn't."

Someone pulls her towards them, as Y/N squirms to get out of it.

"Don't touch me," Regaining her footing, Y/N pushes herself out of stranger's arms. Making some distance, she looks up to see Jin. Her gaze whipping at Jimin and then to the room.

This wasn't her room.

"Calm down, you were attacked last night. Taehyung saved you and brought you here." Jin scrambled to explain the situation to her.

And finally she calmed down a little, atleast she isn't kidnapped.

She almost thought it was their way to punish her for complaining against their youngest member.

"We changed your cloth-" Before Jimin could finish, Y/N screamed.

"Who gave you the permission? How dare you? Why did you cross the line?" She accuses, not believing they changed her.

Fuck.

It was shameful, even embarassing. But nothing came close to her anger. How dare they? They could have let any women change her but no. The earth should split open so that she can hide inside it and never return. Oh fuck, pls someone just swallow her. They just did not do what she thinks they did.

"You had blood all over, If we got a female who would be a vampire only. What guarantee was there that she wouldn't suck you dry. " Jin argues, even as she looks away.

Not taking any of it.

"It's ironic coming from you who can't even control your kid. Wasn't he the one who tried to kill me? Why should I even believe you all? You could have killed me and no one would even bat an eye." She drawls sharply, watching as Jin's expression hardens.

A pained look crossing over.

Even Jimin beside her looks worried.

What happened to this people? Why are they suddenly so expressive. Grimacing, the women pushes past them. Wishing to go back but before she could, Jimin stops her. "We are your mate,"

Y/N's mind stutters, as she looks back to see Jimin pleading her.

Almost desperate.

"What's the month now?" She questions him, almost coldly.

Jimin winced at her tone, but nonetheless replied. "June, why?"

Y/N smiles, albeit mockingly. "oh I thought, It was April's fool. Sayonara peeps."

And just like that, she leaves. Jimin and Jin stood there, unable to stop her. She doesn't even believe that she is their mate. Were they so bad? Minutes later, a happy Yoongi and Hoseok enters the room with breakfast. But are rather taken back with their mate being missing from the bed. Even Namjoon had to hold back taehyung from going to find her wherein Jungkook had timidly asked Jin and him about what happened.

"She thought we were pranking her when I said she was our mate." Jimin finishes quickly, not wishing to break down mid sentence. Even though his lips trembled, eyes gloomy at the thought of her blatant rejection.

At his words, all Vampires take a sharp intake of breath.

Jin chuckles, eyes holding a pain similar to Jimin. "She thought that we would kill her, she didn't believe us at all."

At this, Jungkook flinched. Knowing well, what she meant.

Hoseok jumps in quickly, "No worries, I bet her birthday would be around the corner. She would know herself that we are her mate guys."

Yoongi nods, hoping for the best, "Yup, it's just around the corner."

To say your week was weirdly ridiculous was an understatement.

First, you went to complain against Yuna and found out she is nowhere to be found. As if the girl, literally disappeared in thin air. Next, the bangtan boys were annoying the heck out of you. You just didn't know how to not go along the day without snapping at them.

Everyone of them was annoying you to the core.

So much that you wished to strangle yourself.

And yeah, Y/N wasn't over how they could change her clothes. In her hurry to get out, she didn't even ask which idiot decided it was good to change her top. And on top of that, she wasn't even wearing a bra which wasn't her fault. She doesn't wear bra while going to sleep.

This idiots saw her most precious part. Ugh, she hates them so much.

She almost cried at the thought. It was her soulmate's right. What for is she saving herself? No wonder these vampires were heartless and pathetic. They just didn't know anything. Atleast some of them were.

She just wishes to murder them, and then bury them so that no one knows her embarassing moment.

"Can you stop following me," she glares at Namjoon who is walking beside her.

Why the hell is he stalking her like a creep.

Namjoon looks around, slowly looking back at her as he points at himself. "Are you talking to me?"

She rolls her eyes, nodding.

He smiles brightly, "I wish to apologise for my friends behaviour. They didn't mean to scare you, if you only give us a chance to-"

"No thanks," with that, she enters her class.

Namjoon frowns at her. Looking no less than a kicked puppy who just got rejected in the most harshest way possible. What will he say to Jin who is hoping to apologise with his world class cooking. He just hopes, Jin doesn't kill him for not carrying his message.

With a sigh, he enters behind. Even though, Python programming wasn't his subject but then who could stop him. He will lay low so that no one knows it's him.

Entering inside, he looks around. Eyes falling at his mate who sits in the front bench. oh well, she was a nerd. Just like him.

Quickly going beside her, Namjoon takes a seat. "Hi"

Y/N ignores him, not batting an eye as she flips through the pages of her book.

Throughout class, Y/N ignored him while he just enjoyed the way she got annoyed and tried to complain to the teacher but sadly. The teacher didn't say anything. Why would she? It was their university, more like it was his mate's but the people usually avoid them. Letting them do whatever they want as long as they are in limits. It isn't like Namjoon is bullying her, he is just staring at her. His mate. His soulmate. His fiesty Queen. As soon as the class ends, Y/N hurries out. Almost as if she was on fire.

"When exactly is your birthday?" He calls out, hoping she replies.

"Why, want a punch from my soulmate?" She scoffs, looking back at him with a mocking smirk.

"I can't actually punch myself but let's see," Namjoon chuckles, enjoying as her frown deepens.

"Oh pls, You got Yuna. Go there and stop flirting with me. Nothing will work with me, try me." She flips her hair, going out as Namjoon only seemed to fall harder at her charms.

She was sweet. Spicy and sour and bitter. His mate was a whole package.

Yoongi even told them how she sang a song solely made for her soulmates. It was as if he couldn't take it, the amount of love his soulmate had for him was hauntingly mesmerizing. And today he and his mate's would love to join yoongi and hear their mate sing. Hopefully.

Jungkook feels sad. Sad that their mate thinks they are pranking her. But then, he deserved it. He can't believe that Yuna could do this to them? He was trying to find that bitch but no. It was as if she never existed. Which was bullshit. Unlike his hyungs who were waiting near the stage, all giddy for Y/N's performance. He seems to be scared more than happy, almost guilty. It wasn't like she would be happy seeing him. Last time, he was very rude to her. He even refused to apologise properly, and now all he feels is regret.

Sensing his inner turmoil, Jin pats his back. "Once regret has done its job, my love, move on and put those lessons to good use."

"Yeah, we have an eternity to apologise to her." Jimin smiles, hoping to lift his spirits but nothing actually works.

Jungkook watches as Y/N comes up. A small smile stretching across his face, she looked ethereal in that white dress.

Coming up, she looks around. Taking in a deep breath, Jungkook watches her move. Every little tap of her finger, the flutter of her eyes as she closes them. Slowly starting off with a tune, her right hand moving gracefully as if tracing every nook and crany of the music.

The word fate is at the tip of the pen;

Fleeting time has merged the yearning tree into bones;

Withered and fallen in a place,

Book of our fate has no words as the fragrant ink reads of deep feelings and the tears mark the letter with separation.

Rain comes in a blink; this yearning of her is endless.

Sadly, 'Parting with one's love is pain'

Tapping gently, Y/N looks right to watch a boy with a sweet smile. He mouthes her with 'Your doing great' and the full blown smile that the seven Vampires saw her give him had them itch in jealousy.

As soon as her performance ends, Y/N skips to the guy.

"Hey, You here?" She smiles, actually embarassed that he had to see her singing. But then he was her favourite man, so much that she even secretly hopes he might be her soulmate.

He is so perfect. And no wonder he resembles her imaginary soulmate so much.

The faceless guy who wears a tuxedo and asks for her hand. One where they dance until their feet becomes sour from all that activity. She would love a guy who isn't like her father, someone who is totally opposite of him. Patience, Kind, Respectful. In her eyes, no amount of money or gifts can make her happy. Cause Money, even her father has but what makes one feel loved is the tiny things. The small actions, even though minuscule could make one's heart flutter at the consideration. Its a dead give away of how much the other pays attention to one's partner.

And let's just say, the closest she had someone like that is Ankit.

"Hi," Their moment is interrupted by Taehyung who gives a sharp look to Ankit.

She tilts her head, looking over to see his other members. Standing right around the corner. Frowning, she looks at him. "As far as I know, you aren't in this class. None of you except yoongi, right?"

Taehyung smirks, "Yes, care to join us for some coffee?"

She shakes her head, ready to refuse him.

"We helped you when you caught fever at the dead of the night. The least you could do is join us for a while, don't you think?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at her accusingly.

Wait a minute.

She and fever. And they were caring. Impossible.

Though her catching fever is possible. She ain't superhuman for goodness sake. But when it came to them, she can't help but be suspicious.

Are they planning on taking revenge? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows. But then they wouldn't call her for a coffee. She bets no one can even touch her in such a place, right beside a crowd and in broad daylight.

"Are you sure, you didn't hit your head somewhere?" She grimaces, not wishing to join them.

By now, Ankit had left to submit the entries to the teacher. Sadly, leaving her to deal with him alone.

At this, he narrows his eyes at her. Stepping closer, he brushes her curls, gently pulling it behind her ear. "In your case, I am hundred percent sure princess."

His actions had her stumble back, but damn his vampire speed to pull right back into her personal space like he owns it. The fuck.

Splaying her hand across his chest, she pushes him back. Albeit, she tried but no. The guy didn't even budge so she took a step back to maintain a distance. The action, only causing the man's grin to widen. "First, stop hogging my personal space. Second, stop forcing me. A no is a no, I am busy today."

Looking at Ankit, she sees him talking to her Music sir. "Ankit, let's go."

Ankit whips his head, smiling widely at her as he rushes to her. "Yea, I suggested your name for the upcoming competition. I hope, you win this. The prize includes a hefty sum of money."

Her eyes twinkles, "Oh wow, I hope to win this then."

Across them, Taehyung watches the interaction with a frown. He hates Ankit already, how dare he steal his mate? And how dare you to even talk to him after rejecting his offer? Ugh, he wants to cry and throw a tantrum. But sadly, that will only work on his mate's. Not his soulmate.

Before he could turn around and go away. She calls him back, "Hey, I think I can join you all."

"Really?" He looks at her excitedly, only earning a frown but he doesn't care.

"My lecture got cancelled so.." she shrugs nonchalantly, making sure he knows that she isn't doing it for them. Its just her using the offer for the spare time she has in her hands now.

And so here they were, at lover's delight cafe. A haven for couples like them, but Taehyung is left annoyed at the way his soulmate is looking around with a disgusted face. Even going as far as shuddering at the thought of them bringing her here out of all the places they could have brought her.

For a second, he thought his soulmate was anti-romantic. Other people can't get enough from praising it and she can't get enough from hating it.

"Erm," hoseok clears his throat, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Y/N what coffee would you like to have?"

"I don't drink coffee, tea would suffice." She hums, looking around as her feet taps on the floor.

They could almost sense her nervousness.

"Oh, so tea? We could have some donuts to go with them." Jin intervenes, hoping she likes his choice.

"um, I would have tea with no sugar. And as for donuts, I will pass."

Taehyung frowns at her, not knowing why she is not having sugar in her tea. Does she not like sweet things? Did he do a mistake? Ugh, so stupid. She looked at them as if they were someone worth to keep distance from. His soulmate. His very half part doesn't want to be in his presence. The thought was painful, it made his immortal heart beat with nothing but grief.

"May I know why you don't like sugar?" Yoongi speaks, his face neutral and devoid of any emotion.

"I just don't like it," She shrugs, piping their interest but refusing to add anything but a chunk of meat.

Namjoon nods, ordering what she wants without any further questions. While the others opted for a cup of warm blood, not that they could have anything else. The whole time, a painful silence was around. In-between, Hoseok and Jimin tried to start a conversation but they were dejected when their soulmate gave one word answers. Jungkook was so silent that he might not even be here.

Occasionally, Y/N did smile at them. But that's that, in that smile they didn't see any warmth. It was as if she was smiling out of pretence.

And it didn't help, when they saw her smiling so beautifully at someone who isn't them.

Yoongi, finally done with the cold atmosphere speaks up. "Jimin didn't lie when he said your our soulmate."

At his words, the whole table crashed into a deadly silence. Not that it wasn't already.

"Vampire can sense their mate through their blood smell. When Yuna attacked you, Taehyung knew that you were our soulmate." He explains further, as Jimin looks at Y/N. Almost nervously.

The Vampires were awaiting for her response, hoping that she didn't think it was them pranking her. No. They could never prank on their soulmate.

"What is this nonsense?" Y/N stands up, glaring at each one of them. "If you all are thinking you could fool me then your wrong. And If you think I will cheat on my soulmate then your in for a shock, I won't. And for a second, if you were my soulmate. I would be highly disappointed, you all don't even know to respect a women. Some of you won't even bat an eye before killing her. So, please. My soulmate won't be like you all, he will be more like Ankit."

At her outburst, Jimin's eyes darken. His fangs protuding, not liking how his soulmate is thinking about some other man. "Kitten, don't test my patience."

"We are your soulmate and you can't change that, on your birthday. You sure as hell will get our bangtan mark, The black rose." Namjoon scowls at her, dark eyes raking over her form with a devilish glint.

"You are ours, only ours." Hoseok confirms.

"Only ours to fuck and ours to claim." Taehyung growls,

"Only ours to keep." Jin hums.

"For the rest of eternity," Yoongi smiles.

"In every birth, your ours." Jungkook ends, their collective response earning a shiver from Y/N who was gaping like a fish.

This can't be happening.

No way, are they her soulmate.

Is the God dead or what? Her prayers are answered like this? She can't believe she got cheaters as her soulmate. The countless days of yearning gave fruit but what was the result. A bitter fruit. One that can't even be enjoyed, heck even be felt. The truth of it all felt so bitter on her tongue that she wants to throw it out, not wishing to even have a taste. Out of all creatures, she had to get this devils only. This monsters who cheated on her, with whom? Her roommate. Wow, just wow.

She laughs, clapping her hands. Fucking fantastic is her fate.

Her destiny.

She is to suffer like her mother only? Then, why did she even came to earth? She should have died at birth itself.

"No, I don't-t accept this." She frowns, her face torn in disbelief over everything, "Never."

And she ran. Not caring. Away from them. Away from this hell fate.

'Run Y/N. Run. Don't look back,' her mind yelled orders on her entire body that was quickly thrown into action.

Rushing out, she clasped her bag tightly; dashing straight into the crowd of people who watched on as she was being followed by the Vampires who screamed at her to 'stop.'

But she gave a deaf ear.

Her feet thumped on the road furiously, moving forward, her breath coming in small spurts, hot and nervous. At her sides, she could hear the baying howls of the Vampires and the looks of the people who watched on but she didn't care to stop and explain herself to everyone.

She would rather be damned than be caught by them.

Their words were ringing in her head, over and over like some mantra. She knows, if they catch her. There is no way out for her.

Just like her mother, she will have to live in a loveless marriage. And that too with cheaters,

Atleast her father wasn't a cheater. Guess, her fate is only worse from here on. But she was also stubborn, picking up a fight against everyone who thought that she would accept this fate.

She maybe naive, but she ain't a fool.

Fingers curled into sweaty fists, she hopes to trap some warmth from her dress, almost wrinkling it as she swung forward; her whole being yelling for some rest and air to breathe in. It's either escape or hell for her.

In a moment of being off guard, her feet plunged, giving up, almost tumbling her over as she barely manages to not touch the ground. She was trying hard to zip through the crowd in a zig-zag way, hoping to stop them from using their vampire speed. Lest they catch her and she doesn't want a repeat of hell. She has watched it, as an audience while her Mum was the centre of it all.

And now universe was playing a cruel joke, swapping her place from an audience to the main sufferer. Just great.

Her lungs and heart were pumping, but the air didn't seem to be enough as she stood for a moment, panic trembling in her exhausted limbs.

"I have lost my way." She mumbled, her voice coming off shaky. Almost pushed to its limit.

Where was her dorm again? Ugh, fuck.

Looking around, she watched everywhere to see any signs of them and was shocked to see Namjoon just a couple of feet away.

Quickly taking the left street road, she ducked, hoping they don't catch her. Every now and then, she looks back in fear; eyes analyzing for any danger,

"Women. Get out of the way," a voice yelled at her from behind.

Looking back, she saw a truck; only an inch away from her. In fear, her feet strutted as if a stone and the very next second she felt a harsh pull on her right hand, pulling her away from the street.

The action caught her whole body off guard as she lost her balance, falling backwards. Before she could hit the ground and hurt her head; a firm grip on her waist ensured by a benign grasp of someone's hand obstructed her.

Looking up, she comes face to face with her saviour.

"Tell me, why would my bodyguard find my Granddaughter in such state. That too, in the middle of a road." Her Grandpa's stern voice earns a shiver from her.

"Grandpa, I was scared." She spoke, truthfully. Not that she could lie to her Maternal Grandfather. He would catch her in an instant and she doesn't want that.

As soon as Rahul, the bodyguard found her, she was taken back to her Grandfather's house. To say he was shocked seeing her in this state, would be an understatement. He was furious, asking. No demanding her to tell the name and he will handle them.

Unlike her father, he loved her dearly. He was the wealthiest, someone who is feared as a business tycoon. His name was spread far and wide, she remembers how he even tried to fund her whole education. Wishing to send her abroad for studies but her father was like a needle blowing up all the balloons of her hope like they were nothing.

All he wants is for her to marry a guy who has a fucking Government job.

Ridiculous.

"Oh my lioness, who are you scared of darling? Your Grandfather is still alive baby, tell me. What happened?" At his kind words, she teared up. Even as she called him out, muttering 'Nana' like some chanting she speaks to get away from the dark. If there was anyone who made her feel safe then it was her Grandfather, how she wished to just hide in his arms. The world is too cruel for her. "My Mates aren't what I wished-d for," she hiccups, trying hard to explain her dilemma but failing miserably.

Chris looks at his grandchild, albeit painfully. Pulling her in his arms, he shushes her, patting her back. "No sweetheart, my strong baby. Nana will protect you, don't cry. Your my strong baby, right?"

She nods, hugging him tightly.

"Your mates, do you have more than one darling?" He pulls away, wiping her tears fondly.

Even though deep within he was already planning to burn down the entire city. He bets her uncles and aunts would gladly join him to punish everyone who made their beloved darling cry like this. Her mate's have to pay for hurting her like this, his precious baby.

"I have seven Vampires," She grimaces, shuddering at the thought of their words.

His eyes widen at the number. No way, this must be a defect. "And what did they do?"

Y/N looks up at him, her lips trembling as she bites on her lower lip to not break down. "If I wasn't their mate, If I was just a women. I don't think, they would even care." She taps at her throat, the fading lines of the fingerprint; a proof of how much she hates her destiny to pair her up with monsters.

"Don't tell me, one of them did this?" He growls, his wolf clawing to get out and rip that bastard to shreds.

Yes, he was a wolf. His whole family was and so was his daughter who was hated by his soulmate just because she was a werewolf. That sick bastard.

"They did," She looks up at him, tears cascading down her face.

"No, don't cry." He wipes her tears, brushing her face worriedly.

"Your gonna stay here and heal. Both physically and mentally. Understood?"

She nods, as he pats her back. Calling for a maid to accompany her to the room.

As soon as she leaves, Chris calls his friend. Spewing orders of suing that damned University which couldn't even safeguard it's student. This bloodsucking bastards, he hopes to drag the leeches into the court. Demanding compensation for the damage done to his grandchild.

One week passed in a blur for Y/N who spends her time doing nothing. Literally.

Thanks to her Grandfather, she didn't even have to go back to her university to give exams. He had pulled some strings to have her give exams online, from the safe haven of her room. No disturbance whatsoever. And she was happy that he knew what she wanted and took immediate action.

Holidays have started which meant she had some months before next year commenced. In advance, she has asked her Grandfather to let her exchange college to distant learning, to which he agreed almost instantly.

Her papers were ready, submitted and stamped with her new University's mark.

At her request, Chris even agreed to not say anything to her mother. She doesn't want her to worry, though her father still calls her for that marriage but now she just ignores his calls. Instead talking to her mother, even though she hates lying to her. Y/N doesn't have any option.

It was midnight.

The night resembling her emotions. Empty and dark, and yet in them she found the stars and the moon.

This days, she is feeling too lonely. Almost couped up in a bubble, she even hates to leave her room. Her anxiety was the one that had her take a drastic step of changing her college. She didn't have guts to go back and face them, much less look at them.

The clock struck 12:00 and she felt a prick on the back of her hand. Looking down, she watches the trail of black rose blooming across her skin.

Taunting her. Tainting her skin in inky blackness and she was left in nothing but broken hopes.

"Happy birthday, My baby." Her mother's voice speaks, as the women laughs off her grief.

"Mummy, I will call you in the morning. I am so tired-," She fake yawns, hearing her Mum whispering a sweet 'Good night, My heart's piece' and she sure felt her eyes tear up at that.

"I love you, Ma" She smiles when all she wished was to say 'I wish you were here'.

And that's when, they cut the call.

Acting excited even though she wasn't.

So their words were true. She was really damned for all eternity. She isn't sad, no. Disappointed, yes. Life always has a way to hurt. Guess, this one too was a cruel play of destiny. She hates how she has a mate who is opposite of everything she wishes in mate. Soulmate is supposed to feel like a gift from the God, her liberation

Her salvation.

Then why is she finding nothing except pure hell. Does a vampire know anything about human emotions? Are they nothing but food in their eyes? Vampires don't even bat an eye at a human until it's for satisfying their hunger. She can't accept a soulmate who resembles her father, no. She might be hopelessly in love, but she isn't blind.

Not like her mother.

She won't suffer, she had rather cut ties with them then keep them near and suffer for all eternity.

She can't forgive them for cheating on her. What right they have to claim her? She isn't an object to be claimed? She would rather die then let anyone stomp on her self-respect. Without her wish, even God can't push her to them.

Heck, no one can.

Taking a deep breath, she looks at the moon. It was a calm night, unlike her thoughts that seemed anything but calm. Like a lightning, it struck her heart. Ruining the pillars of love, the seeds she watered came off. Leaving nothing but a barren land in its stead.

Closing her eyes, she let's her tears drown her into a pool of sorrow. It came as a much needed relief, a silent scream to everything that didn't go her way.

Her heart was breaking, her hopes getting shattered.

She shuddered at the thought of the seven Vampires. Their words of claims, scaring her body of flesh and bones.

It made her want to run far away and hide. Her body trembling, her mind screaming to go away from all the red signals. She has heard that Vampires drink the blood of their soulmate, which means more pain. No, she can't take this.

She didn't ask for a love this painful.

"Wonder, why only I am damned?" She smiles, her skin cold to touch. Bare to the harsh wind that gave no mercy to the lonesome heart.

"Maybe, I should just die. Maybe I should," She hiccups, looking up at the Moon. Her balcony was filled with her tiny sniffles, the best day of her life turned out to be a living nightmare.

"Y/N, you will become sick baby. Get back in here." Chris sighs, pulling her inside gently.

Her skin was cold to touch. laying her down, he covers her up in warm blankets. He couldn't see her suffering like this, his heart couldn't take it. His precious grandchild was suffering alone, he knows she doesn't have any friends. From childhood, she was closed off. Not mingling with friends, not talking at all unless necessary.

She was a closed bubble, not trusting anyone. How could she? The one who she trusted the most was the one who betrayed her.

In her eyes, her father was her hero. But his baby had to suffer and see her perfect world break apart. This only led to her not trusting anyone else, she never accepted anyone in her heart. She acted cold so that people didn't see her broken self, but only he knew how fragile his baby is.

"Happy Birthday, My princess." He sighs, kissing her forehead.

Y/N looked oblivious, her exhausted form lulled into a dreamless state.

She woke up late today. Not that she minds but she was taken aback when she heard how her bath has been prepared. Her Grandfather having asked the maids to make her feel like a literal princess. It made her feel special, atleast the warm bath calmed down her nerves. Decked up in new clothes, her hairs were delicately unveiled and brushed to perfection.

Coming down, she was greeted by her aunt Felia and Uncle Philip alongside Chris.

"And here comes my darling," Felia hums, quickly coming to pull her into a warm hug. " Happy birthday baby."

"Happy birthday, angel." Philip bows down, earning a snort from Chris who smiles fondly at her.

"Princess loves me the most, after all I wished her after her mother." Chris smirks, enjoying the way his uncle glared at him.

"Oh you two, stop fighting. Now back to question, we are throwing a grand party for you and don't worry. We have made sure your parents don't know about it." She winks, making her laugh at the way she spoke. As if it was a top secret mission.

Oh how her childhood self would love to play along.

"Okay,"

"I brought this especially for your birthday." Felia takes her hand, slipping a emerald bangle across her wrist.

She smiles, loving it already. "Thank you, aunt. It's so beautiful,"

Felia nods, patting her head.

As they all start discussing about her party, Y/N sneaks out in hope of getting some alone time. With this in mind, she takes off to the mango fields right across the forest. Walking around, as she took in the serene place with a dazzling smile. For a fraction of second, she wonders what her soulmates are doing? Are they with Yuna? The thought was painful, it squeezed her heart to accommodate the fresh wound. It wasn't like they would like her?

She has always been called weird. From childhood she hated milk, not because of taste but because of a memory that she hates. Her father used to force her everyday to drink two glass of milks, even if she would throw up. He didn't backed up, she recalls the times she fought, cried and threw a tantrum. But nothing worked, it was as if all her pent up frustration was now on the milk which she hated.

Till now, she doesn't drink milk. Even if she tries to, she throws up. Her body just can't accept it.

But milk products are her favourite, cause they aren't included with her bad memories. She has pcod, which keeps her from getting regular periods. Her condition causes her to not have sugar, even spicy food. Her favourite is out of the domain. Cause then, she would have pimples all over her face which aren't pleasant at all.

She doesn't drink, doesn't smoke. She isn't even allowed to go clubbing and her family is extremely religious which means she isn't even allowed to consume any form of meat.

Not that she is complaining, she just thinks why would anyone like her like this. But she can't help but take pride on herself, unlike the girls of her age, she doesn't run behind the pleasures of life. She was someone who would wait for as long as she can to lose her Virginity. To her, the union of one's soul is more important than the physical aspect. And she hates skinship, like so much that she gets irritated when someone tries to do just that.

She isn't comfortable with just anyone to let them come this close.

"Oh, see. What do we have here?" A voice had her whip her head for the owner who stood across the tree.

From the looks of it, he seems a Vampire. The pale skin was hard to ignore.

"This is private property, get out." She speaks calmly, not giving away how scared she actually is. This Vampires are not at all trustable, last time Yuna literally sucked her dry and she doesn't want a repeat of that.

The Vampire sniffed the air, as a sigh escapes him. "What a divine smell. Do you taste as good as you look?" He clicks his tongue, licking his lips that had her look at him in disgust.

"You have a blood bank for that," She argues, looking around to find some escape route.

She hopes her grandfather comes around, the patrolling guards won't be too far away either. She just have to scream and that will do the work. Y/N smiles, knowing the whole area like the back of her hand. She has come this way so many times as a kid, that she knows where is the hiding spot and where are the guards. For now, the nearest guard should be around somewhere.

He snorts, "I had rather have it from source then"

She grimaces, what is he saying? Rolling her eyes, she hums at him. "Don't take a step and you will be fine."

The Vampire smirks, "I intend to drink your blood so that is not possible, My lady."

In a flash, he was near her. As her heart beat literally jumps back in surprise. Quickly pulling back, she screams as loud as she could. The vampire quickly covers her mouth, seizing her hand in a iron grip. Squirming, she tries hard to get away from him.

"Ugh, what the-" And just like that, the Vampire stumbles back with a agonizing scream.

She pulls away, gasping for breath. Horrified to see the guy writhing in pain, as his skin seemed to be glowing in deep orange. In just a matter of seconds, the Vampire gets reduced into ashes. Scared, the women stares in disbelief. Rubbing her eyes, over and over again to get the sight out. Maybe she was hallucinating? How the fuck did that happen?

"Y/N are you okay," She hears Rahul rushing towards her.

Shaking her head, the women tried to speak "He-e that,"

Her brain shutters, unable to comprehend the turn of events. Her breath came out heavy, as her lungs gave out. It was as if she couldn't breath. "Hey hey, calm down. Look at me, deep breaths Y/N. Its okay."

She tries. She really does but no the scene replays like a haunting song at the back of her mind.

And the last thing she remembers before losing her consciousness is Rahul's concerned look.

Yoongi was going mad.

It has been two weeks. Two whole weeks without his soulmate. Two weeks without seeing her or hearing her voice. His soul was hurting, it was as if he was on fire with nothing to qualm the burn of his heart. They were relentlessly trying to find her out but it was as if she wasn't even there in the first place.

Without her, the Vampires have been cranky and everyone was fighting. Trying to pin the blame on someone but alas, they couldn't push all the blame on one and be free of the guilt.

Currently Jungkook's Father is stuck in a legal battle with the head of the Adani's group. A case has been filed against the university, accusing them of not keeping the vampires in check. On top of that, the Chairman has asked for a sum of 100 million dollar as compensation for the damages done to the students.

The case was backed up by humans which garnered a hell lot of attention from the media. Vampires and Human's were hell-bent on calling each other out.

On top of that, Jungkook had stormed in with a pissed Jin. Calling each one of them for an urgent meeting.

The Living room was too silent for the seven of them, everyone keeping to themselves. Speaking less, and even staying away from their mansion. He has an inkling that the maknaes are doing their own search, not that he and Namjoon aren't doing the same.

But for now, his attention is drawn to Jungkook who by the looks of it, seems no less than a raging Bull.

Hoseok, starts first. "What is it?"

"Y/N changed her college, and on top of that. All her records are missing, including her personal address and phone number." Jungkook speaks, explaining out his dilemma.

Taehyung froze, not believing his soulmate would want to be away from them. Did they scare her that much?

Was she disappointed? Did she hate them? Oh how much he regrets for suggesting others for a coffee date. He was so excited to court her the traditional way but seems like, he was too ahead of himself. He shouldn't have been jealous of that guy she speaks to. And they shouldn't have scared her the way they did back then.

If not for him, she wouldn't have run away.

Only he knows, how scary it was. Watching her running away from them. And when they lost sight of her, it was as if all hell broke loose.

"What do you mean, all her records are missing." Namjoon fumes, as his jaws tighten in a burning hot rage.

Jin sighs, "Our University has a policy that once the student transfers, all their date and record will be deleted from the system. That means, tracing her will be next to impossible."

At this, Jimin stands up. "I don't believe it, ask her friends. Someone would have her number."

Yoongi shakes his head, "She doesn't actually, I have never once saw her talking to any of her classmates. Except Ankit."

At the mention of his name, all were tense. They hate Ankit, that much they know but if talking to him means getting back to her than they will do it.

"So you mean, this bracelet protects me." Y/N tilts her head, taking in the scrambling explanation of her aunt who came off to be scared of his Grandpa.

After she fainted, Chris went berserk. He only calmed down when Felia explained that the Vampire who tried to harm her died already. She has given her a special bracelet. As a witch, she knows how to use her powers for saving others. After knowing how some stupid vampires hurt her, she was already working on it.

The bracelet has a special connection to Y/N's thoughts. When it senses her to be in a danger, the bracelet takes immediate action which it did back then.

"You can't give her that, it's illegal. The community will be at our throats for this." Philip, her uncle was very much against the idea of having her wear this bracelet.

Felia fights back, "Atleast it protected her when all of us could not."

And that seemed to shut all of them.

It was evening by the time she was done watching a movie. Felia and Philip had left for work alongside Grandpa. She was bored, two months of holiday and she is already hoping to be back to work. It lets her mind keep itself busy, away from the thoughts of her mate's. But alas, her luck was never on her side.

Going towards kitchen, she looks around. Not seeing anyone, she comes to the conclusion that the maids have left.

Which means, she is free to make whatever without any of them insisting to make it for her.

It's not that she doesn't like them helping her, but the lessons she learned in her cooking classes have to be used somewhere. Her condition doesn't let her have anything too sweet, which was why her morning starts with a cup of warm water and some chia seeds.

Everyday she works out for atleast an hour, eating healthy and avoiding spicy food. Though someday, she does eat spicy food, cause well. She can't help the craving.

Deciding to cook, she takes out a pack of ramen. By the time it's done, she will have something to watch.

Keeping the flame low enough, she leaves for the living room. Going through some channels, to see what she could watch while eating.

Deciding on a horror movie, she hums.

Time flew by, as the night descends on the land. Her Grandpa had called her to let her know the venue of her birthday party. She was in no mood to celebrate, but still she tried to dress up a little. Choosing a white gown, she went ahead to do a little makeup here and there. Finishing it with a light nude lipstick.

Going down, she meets Rahul who escorts her right into the car and off they go.

Twenty minutes into the party, and she already has her eyes set on the food and the cake. Sadly, she had to stand beside her Grandpa and listen to the strangers talk. Sometimes, even nodding to let them know she is all ears. The venue was beautiful, it gave her royal palace vibes. And she is already in love with the decorations. Everything seemed perfect.

Her aunt had told her to invite her friends, but as she didn't have any. She refused.

Though, she did call Ankit. Even giving him an invitation. Which he accepted wholeheartedly.

He doesn't know that she changed university, though he did worry about her absence in the library. She waved it off by saying she was just enjoying holidays back at her home. And he did accept it, not prying for more.

"Are you bored?" Chris nudges her, as she shakes her head.

"No, just thinking."

"About what?"

She looks over the food section, "As to when will I get to eat all that."

Chris laughs, as she pouts. It's not funny.

"why don't you go and start, I hope no one will mind. After all it's your birthday." He pats her back, encouraging her to go and dig in.

Giving him one last look, she walks over to the food section. The waiters looking at her, and for a second she felt exposed. Not used to have any kind of attention. Gingerly she tucks the strand of her hair, twirling it whilst biting her lip.

"Y/N, do you need anything?" A man in his thirties, somewhat greets her.

She looks at him awkwardly, now who is this guy?

"Oh, my bad. I didn't introduce myself." He offers his hand, as she takes it in a greeting. "I am Thomas. Thomas Swan."

With that, he places a chaste kiss at the back of her hand.

"It's pleasure to meet you, Mr. Thomas." She speaks, as he nods at her.

Five minutes and she is still listening to Thomas explaining his business. The food is beside her and her stomach is growling. Which she hopes, he doesn't pick up. That would be more embarassing for her.

"I will be back in a minute," She pulls out an excuse, smiling to let him fall into her trap. Which he did.

"Okay, sure. I will wait"

And off she goes, huffing. Why does he has to wait near her food? Now how will she sneak around. Deciding to not think much, she moves towards the balcony. Fishing out her phone, she frowns. A message from Ankit.

Message- Sorry, something came up. But don't worry, your friends will be there in my stead. Happy birthday<

And now she is confused, which friends is he talking about?

Messaging back, she hopes he replies.

And he does.

Message- Taehyung and the others, aren't they your friends?

The fuck.

Don't tell her, he told them where she is? Oh fuck, oh God no.

Deciding to test the waters, she messages him about what does he mean by 'your friends will be there in my stead' she quotes it exactly how he did.

Message- I told them the place where your birthday party is there. Actually, they were worried about you? Why were you ignoring them because of a petty fight? It's okay if you don't tell.

Oh, this dumbfuck is gonna get her in trouble.

How she wishes to smack his head, again and again.

She has to leave. Now.

And there she rushes right out, giving a quick explanation to her Grandpa that she ain't feeling well.

"Should I come with you? Wait, let me call a doctor. You just go into one of the rooms above and rest. It's okay." Chris checks her forehead, but frowns when he doesn't detect or pick up any kind of sickness.

His wolf was sniffing, but nothing came.

While she was sweating, knowing her lying will always be caught.

"No, I want to go home Grandpa. I am tired."

Chris narrows his eyes, "What is happening? Tell me, and don't leave anything out."

She groans, throwing her hands up in defeat. "My mates are coming here, I don't wanna meet them. That's what is happening. Now can I go?"

Chris sighs, watching as she looks around like a deer caught in headlights. Her little outburst had garnered attention of few people.

"How much will you run? You have to face them someday."

By now, Felia and Philip also come along. Sensing the distress in the air that was hard to ignore.

Before she could speak, a commotion had her whip her head towards the direction of the entrance.

From the sea of people, she could make out a man she dreads to meet. Jungkook.

"Oh fuck," With that she rushes in the opposite direction, away from them. They are here. They are fucking here. Great, just great way of celebrating her birthday.

Climbing the stairs, in haste. She tumbles, slamming one of the room's door. Entering it, she goes to close it as quick as possible.

But a hand stops it, looking through the gap. She sees Jungkook, who is glaring at her.

Eyes red, and fangs protuding.

"Don't. You. Dare. Run. Away." He punches each word, forcing the door to open.

In front of his strength, she was hardly a match.

Stumbling back, she makes a beeline to go out into the balcony. But Jungkook was fast to catch her, yet again. Seizing her arm, he wraps his hands around her waist. Successfully trapping her.

"Let me go, right now." She fights back, trying to push him away.

Jungkook glares down at her, eyes taking in her form. "Never."

Only he knows, how much he had been beating himself up for the past two weeks. It was hell. Literal hell for him. She has no idea how much he had been desperate to find her. As soon as they got to know where she is, he was fast enough to leave. Rushing right here, only to smell his soulmate. It was pure ecstasy that had his vampire genes raging, wanting him. No demanding he claims her.

And the moment she ran, his instincts kicked off. No way, was he letting her escape now.

His eyes moves along her body, frowning when he doesn't find the soulmate's mark. "Where is your soulmate mark?"

"I don't have one." She bites back, making his frown deepen.

"Darling, you do have. Did you use makeup to coverup your mark?" He hums, looking down at her.

She looks away, refusing to meet his eye. "I am no darling of yours, you stupid brat. Just shut up and leave me the fuck alone, you dumbfuck."

At her insult, his grip tightens. "You are, and no one can change that."

Y/N glares at him, "I had rather die than have you as my fate. Listen closely, I have nothing to do with your cheating ass and who in the right mind accepts a guy who tried to kill her. Certainly not me."

Her words were a stab to his heart.

Before he could apologise for everything that went wrong, a furious hoseok enters into the room.

"Jungkook, give her space. Will you?" He snaps, at him. Not at all enjoying the way his soulmate is struggling.

And Jungkook does, leaving her in an instant.

Behind him, Jin and the others come up. Instantly met with her smell, which only confirms that she is their soulmate.

Before coming here, Namjoon had to literally face her Grandpa who threatened them. If they made her cry, than they could say goodbye to their soulmate. The thought of not meeting her was enough for hoseok to rush up and pull the maknae back.

They didn't want to give Y/N more reasons to hate them.

Jin is the first one to approach her, "Please, give us a chance to explain."

"I don't want to,"

It was yoongi, who had a hard time with her attitude. "Don't be childish."

Y/N laughs, "Childish, says the one who was cheating on me. You all can't even respect my choice, and that explains everything."

Taehyung frowns, "We want to apologise, We really didn't know that-"

She cuts him off, "Didn't know that your soulmate will found out, or didn't know that that you even have one."

Her words cut in deep, leaving nothing but hurt in its wake.

It was Jimin, who took the initiative and went down on his knees. Shocking everyone. "Please, forgive us. It was Yuna who fooled us, she used your blood as a way to get to us. We were stupid to believe her, heck she even tried to kill you when she came to know you are no longer giving her blood. That night, Taehyung found you and eventually we got to know about you."

Namjoon hissed, "We already caught that bitch,"

It was Jungkook and Hoseok who caught her, but nonetheless it was them who actually killed her. Giving her one of the most painful death but that was a story of another time. For now, his attention was on his mate who was looking at them with an accusing look. Not giving away any more emotion, while she seemingly takes in their explanation.

Y/N looks away, angry stare steering close to the wall "That doesn't give you a ticket to cheat. Before Yuna, how many women's you all fucked, huh?"

Yoongi snaps, "Do you even know Vampires aren't that lucky with mates, how the fuck are we supposed to know that we would meet ours?"

She can't take it.

She wants to scream, shout at them. They are justifying their cheating, telling what. That they thought they had little to no chance meeting her. She knows vampire live the longest, but that doesn't mean they act like a petty fuckboy. And from her anger and disappointment, stemmed guilt. Guilt that why she even saved herself for them. She should have enjoyed sex, fuck as many boys as possible. And she hates, she didn't. All her life she was nothing but a stupid wallflower. Awaiting for something who isn't even waiting for her was a painful pill to swallow.

Love isn't forced, even if it's from God himself.

Her father's word rang in her head, as her inner demons laughed at her. What did she think? Her soulmate would wait for her. Vampires live for a thousand years, so of course waiting was pathetic. She was ridiculous. A human and Vampire's ways are so different and yet destiny brought them together.

They can't understand the burning pain of longing, why would they? They had countless women to warm their bed. She was getting attention only because she was paired up with them.

Jungkook wasn't killing her, only because she was his soulmate.

Otherwise, why would he respect a women like her? She wasn't someone who can draw attention to her.

She is a liability. Nothing more.

"I was really a fucking fool to wait," And with that she rushes inside the bathroom, slamming the door closed.

It was Namjoon who rushed behind her, slamming his hand on the door. "Y/N, open the door."

Yoongi stood there, as her words rang inside his head. Haunting him. Did she regret waiting for them? Of course she did. Unlike them, she waited. Even though they had hope somewhere to meet their soulmate one day, they never did act upon that feeling. He could see from where she is coming.

It was jin, who pulled Namjoon back. "Give her some space, will you?"

Seconds after, they could hear the shower running.

Hoseok looks at the door, "Is she bathing right now?"

"Maybe she doesn't want to hear us," Taehyung's eyes were gloomy, his heart aching for his soulmate.

And so they waited, outside the door. Listening to the shower running non-stop. Namjoon had went down and explained Chris about the situation. And in return, he was told to have patience and wait. His soulmate tends to close up when she is overwhelmed.

Felia and Philip had, once again threatened to burn down the whole Vampire community if they saw them hurting even a strand of her hair. To which, Namjoon had swore he had rather die than hurt her.

Here, Yoongi was leaning against the bathroom door. Hoping to pick up anything but other than the water running, he couldn't hear anything. How much long does she intend to shower?

He was growing suspicious now.

Y/N sighs, her steps staggering. She was so hungry. But atleast she escaped the vampires who were very much hogging the bathroom door. If only they knew that the bathroom was connected to the other bedroom.

What a fool Indeed.

She was lucky, she chose that room.

She was totally drenched from head to toe. Not her problem, in haste of escaping, she switched on the shower head. She hates how her gown is sticking to her like a second skin, only making her more conscious.

Peering over, she sighs. Atleast the party was over.

Her Grandpa must have booked the whole palace for a night, which meant she can sleep in any room.

But for now, food it is.

Carefully looking around, she goes near the food section.

Half an hour later, she is humming in delight. The cake was delicious, so was the pasta. She ate two times already. She knows the combination of anger plus hunger is never good. But now that the problem is solved, she can leave. And no way is she going up, lest getting caught by them.

Instead she explores the palace, looking over the walls and the marble flooring.

Feeling sleepy, she went ahead to open one of the rooms close to her.

"My my, aren't you a walking temptation." A familiar voice had her her frozen.

Looking back she sees Thomas, the man whom she met in the party. And to say, he was checking her out had her shudder. What a creep. "Leave, you fucking creep."

At her words, Thomas growled. Forcing her to make a distance. He slammed the door close, locking it securely.

Her heartbeat rose, he was a werewolf. That much she was sure of, looking down at her hand. She cursed. The bracelet wasn't there. Oh now she remembers, she herself got the bracelet out. As it was not matching to her dress. Fuck, she was no witch like her aunt or a werewolf like her uncles. How is she supposed to defend herself?

Fear grips her heart, as her stomach churned. She was seconds away from throwing up.

"My Lady, care to join me," His voice sliced the air like a blade of a shovel, wrapped in brittle ice of autumn. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she looked at the man who has plunged her heart in terror. Even in darkness, his cold stare penetrates her body of flesh and bones.

Backing away, Y/N looks around for some escape.

The bathroom door was far away, she sure as hell won't succeed. But the balcony was just behind her.

Quickly rushing on her mind's orders, she is inches away when Thomas slams her back. Throwing her on the bed with a brute force. "You know, I was waiting for you. Guess, the waiting did help. The reward is exquisite."

He licks his lips, as she trembled. What a sick bastard.

Before she could stand up, Thomas had her arms locked. Pressing his weight to ground her, his other hand touched and squeezed her body. "Ah, bad girl. Escaping will only elongate your punishment."

Her eyes stung, she is gonna be raped.

His hands sneaked inside her gown as she thrashed violently. Pressing her thighs to stop him, "NO, HELP. GRANDPA,"

She screamed but was soon cut off by Thomas who smashed his lips on her. He cupped her vagina, as she cried out. Shaking her head to get him away but nothing seemed to help.

A distant sound of clicking was heard, followed by a sound of bats. She watches on as seven bats enter the room through the balcony. In a second, they were transformed into her soulmates. Namjoon rushes in, pulling back Thomas who was too lost to even care about the surrounding.

"You fucking bastard," Namjoon growls, throwing the man on the ground.

Y/N shivers, watching them beat Thomas black and blue. That bastard was already outnumbered. Their eyes were red, fangs protuding. Jungkook was the one who slammed him against the wall, hands squeezing his throat in a death grip.

All he could see was red. He wants him dead. He wants everyone who hurts his soulmate dead.

In a second, the cracking sound of his windpipe breaking was followed by his painful howl. Fucking mutt.

It was hoseok who approaches her, slowly. As if she was some fragile glass who will break any second.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He spoke softly, which only made her tear up more.

Painful sobs shook her body, as she hid her face in between her arms. At this, Hoseok's heart broke. His baby. Gently nearing her, he pulled her into his arms. And she didn't protest, instead she latched on it. Hiding her face in his shirt, while she shed tears.

His grip tightens across her, "It's okay, we are here. Your safe."

Jin who couldn't handle her sobs, went close to hoseok. "Darling, he is dead. Can you come towards me, I promise I will take you away from here."

He knew, this room wasn't an ideal place for her to sleep. And the dead body of Thomas was anything but a sight to see.

Slowly, she looks up at him. Nodding when he spoke of taking her away from here. "Daddy,"

He froze. Daddy.

At this, all of them perked up. "Y/N?" It was Taehyung who spoke. Confused at her choice of words.

Y/N frowns, "Daddy, want kissy"

Now even Namjoon had a hard time taking her words in. The women in front of them was different. She spoke like a kid, her voice being the same but her eyes. They looked more innocent, almost naive. The Y/N he knows wouldn't act like this at all.

Jin watches as she made grabby hands towards him, "Daddy, pick."

And he did, taking her in his arms. While her legs wrapped around him. Resting her head across his shoulder, she sniffles. "Cold."

And Jin understood what she meant by cold.

It was midnight. They just got done talking to Chris who explained her condition. Worried to death about his Granddaughter who didn't recognise him at all. Their soulmate was a little, and somehow the earlier incident with Thomas triggered her to go into headspace.

She was brought into their mansion, though they had tough time explaining her as to why they couldn't give her a bath or even change her clothes.

She had almost threw a fit, crying about them not loving her.

Yoongi's heart broke at her cries but they couldn't do what she wants them to do. Instead, a human. Particularly a women gave her a bath and dressed her up.

After bath, she demanded for some ice cream. Which was obviously refused by Jin who didn't want her to catch a fever. She threw tantrum, yet again but failed to accomplish the ice cream.

"Bad daddy, Stoopid." She points an accusing finger at Jin who gasps, hands flying over his heart dramatically.

"Daddy is good, not bad. He is beautiful, not stupid."

Taehyung laughs, enjoying the comedy all along.

All of them were gathered around the living room, looking at their soulmate with a fond look. From the past thirty minutes, she is pestering Jin to give her an ice cream. But no, hyung was stubborn. But sadly, their soulmate was not someone to back down. She stood her ground, trying to coax Jin to give up.

Y/N pouts, crossing her arms. "Want another daddy,"

Jin's eyes widen. "No,"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"YES," She stomps her foot, grinding her teeth in annoyance.

"Baby, he is bad daddy. Come here, I will give you cake." Jimin cooes at her, and that seemed to do the trick.

In an instant Y/N was rushing towards him, crashing straight into his arms. "Yes daddy."

"This is unfair," Jin huffs, as Namjoon laughs at the eldest who dramatically falls on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, Jimin brings her into his room. Switching on the tv, with a random drama. He pats her head, "I am bringing your cake, until then you watch this. Okay baby."

She nods.

Following week was a beautiful dream, one from which Jungkook never wants to come out. Even though Y/N was still a little, she didn't leave any chance to make them happy. Always tailing behind Jin while he went to prepare food. Dressing up in Gucci with taehyung, playing songs with Yoongi. Occasionally singing. Reading princess stories with Namjoon. Watching movies with Jimin and hoseok. And then playing games with him.

They were also now blessed with human tastebuds, which means the food no longer feels like a poison. The first time, they got to know about this was when Y/N dragged Jin to eat with her. And the latter was helpless, but his eyes twinkled when he tasted the cookies. And now Jin was always in kitchen, trying some nor the other recipe.

Even though their main food was blood, but now he was happy to accompany Y/N while eating.

But deep down, he was scared? Someday she would come out of her little space, then what? Will she leave them?

The thought was painful, but he couldn't see her suffer like this too.

"Jungkook, go and wakeup Y/N." Jin calls out from the kitchen.

"Okay," And with that he rushes towards Yoongi's room.

Last night, she was with Yoongi. He knows cause they were present when she was tucked in by Jin. Namjoon reading some bedtime stories while the others joined her in the bed. Cuddling and showering her in kisses.

But what he wasn't expecting was Yoongi to be backed up against the wall.

While a furious Y/N stood across him.

"How dare you bring me here? Where is my Grandpa, tell me."

Jungkook's eyes widens.

She is back.

And she is bad.