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"...Hmm..."
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The wind blew, causing the white curtains to flutter, and sunlight filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains. I woke up blinded, only to find Yoongi, who looked even whiter than the pure white curtains, lying next to me with his chin resting on the wall.
...Ahh!!! Surprised by this unexpected situation, I cried out and fell off the bed. However, even though the sound of my fall was loud, Yoongi didn't seem interested in helping me, which made me feel even more embarrassed, and I quickly got up from the floor. Why was I still here? Had I really slept with Yoongi last night? I had no memory of it at all.
"Why is your face red?"
As I was trying to process the situation, Yoongi asked me why my face was red. But surely he knew better than anyone? The reason was clear: it was because of his dirty, scheming words from yesterday. So, did I really sleep with him? With a guy I'd just met?
There were so many questions that I began to hate Yoongi even more. I don't know if he knew about it or not, but he said he had been drinking the night before and needed to get rid of his hangover, and then he leisurely left the room. I couldn't say anything in response to his arrogant attitude.
My clothes were exactly the same as yesterday. Nothing had changed, so my suspicions were eased a little, but I still couldn't relax. I followed Yoongi to the kitchen. He gestured with his chin for me to sit, so I pulled my chair back and sat on a slightly higher chair.
Soon, a delicious smell filled the air. I put my dishes down and just waited, but the situation was so awkward that I thought it would be better to ask what was bothering me than to joke around.
"But... nothing happened to us yesterday, right?"
"It was hot."
"··· picture?"
"You and I, both of us. You were especially proactive."
Yoongi's words left me in a daze. Could it be... really? Really...? This man had stolen my beautiful first experience...?
With one last hit, I collapsed weakly onto the table. Ignoring me, Yoongi brought me the soup. I drank it down, rumbling. Thinking about it, it felt like the alcohol had clouded my memory... but of course, I didn't remember anything. But it was frustrating to hear that this person had... done something like that, but I couldn't make excuses... I just felt like I was going crazy.
"I was just kidding, don't be so upset. I told you I'd do anything for you."
"I told you I would..."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
So when I asked him repeatedly if nothing really happened, Yoongi replied in a slightly irritated voice, "I was really just sleeping. Do you want to think something happened?"
That made me feel so much better. Since the thing that bothered me the most was resolved, I decided to ask about the other things later and go to dinner first. I still felt sick, probably because I drank too much yesterday. I guess I should cut down on the alcohol after all...
After we finished eating, Yoongi threw me some clothes, so I assumed he was telling me to take a shower since I hadn't done so yesterday, and so I went into the bathroom. I took a refreshing shower and came out, but my hair was still wet and still dripping, and for some reason Yoongi's ears turned red when he saw me.
He offered to dry my hair himself, but I refused, saying, "It's okay." However, his gaze was so sharp that I kept my mouth shut and sat in the chair in front of the dressing table. The sound of the hair dryer wasn't very loud, so I figured he'd hear me, so I asked, "Why do you have so much kimchi at home?"
Yoongi answered my question jokingly, "There's over 10kg of kimchi taking up half of my fridge." I thought he was the kind of person who could tell a joke, but why would he make such a joke? I thought maybe he's just not good at telling jokes.
Before I knew it, my hair was completely dry and I got up from my seat. But suddenly, Yoongi showed me the fridge, took out a bag of kimchi and shook it. Wait, was what he'd said really true? I looked inside and saw that there was only a little other food and a lot of kimchi. Your food preferences have changed. "Why is there so much cow blood? Do you live on blood alone?" I asked, and Yoongi replied, "Yes."
"Stop joking."
"I'm not kidding. Seriously, I live on blood. But I don't live on blood all the time."
"Not funny at all. You're really bad at telling jokes."
"I'm not kidding. Trust me, it's true."
"What is it? When did you get here?"
While I was talking to Yoongi, a man suddenly appeared and told me that what Yoongi was saying was true. I don't know where he came from, but I thought these people were really weird. No, way too weird.
As I blinked without saying anything, the man removed his black leather gloves and said, "My name is Jeon Jungkook. I am the administrator of this tower and Min Yoongi's manager."
"I'm sure you haven't noticed, so I'll just say it: Min Yoongi is a vampire, or what they call a vampire."
"I told you not to call me a vampire, it makes me look like a monster."
"I thought it would take a while for me to believe it, so please take your time to get used to it."
I had no idea what he was talking about, but somehow I felt like I understood. His skin was too pale to be that of a normal human, he had run at an abnormally fast speed yesterday, the fact that the fridge was full of kimchi, and above all, Yoongi's mysterious aura. But even so, a vampire is definitely a creature of the imagination, no matter how you look at it.
"I just can't believe it... How could a vampire..."
"So, think about it. There is a tower like this in Korea. It seems impossible to begin with."
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"And the reason why Kim Yeo-joo came here is to become Min Yoongi's bride. I'm sorry, but Kim Yeo-joo will have to live here from now on. It's an unavoidable fate, so please accept it as soon as possible."
That's when I should have realized, these guys are really crazy.