Groan.

I couldn't help but shudder at the sound as I slowly regained my consciousness, blinking a bit before I fully opened my eyes. I was albeit taken aback when I noticed that the thick velvet curtains were drawn, but I didn't put much mind to it, I was far too busy trying to understand why my body ached so much –especially my lip- and why there was something enveloped around my waist; the latter was definitely my priority.

I didn't move much, frightened to wake whatever, or whoever, was clutching my body with such desperation, I simply turned around, only to have a head on my chest. From the silver head of fluffy hair, I knew it was Taehyung. Slowly, but eventually, memories of the previous night- or should I say, earlier that day, flooded my mind; oh god.

My eyes were as wide as dinner plates as I took everything in, my brain refusing to process that I had let him... touch me and kiss me like that, and my cheeks reddened so much, you would've mistaken them for actual tomatoes. My hand slowly traveled up to my lower lip and I could feel the deep cut there, I couldn't help but shiver as I tried to pull away without causing any noise, but Taehyung was not letting me go. His arm was lazily holding my chest down whilst his leg was wrapped around my waist, the other one tangled onto my own; now I knew why Jungkook didn't want to sleep with him...

My eyes worriedly darted up to the large clock that faced the bed and I noticed it was five to one in the afternoon. I let out a breath as I decided to just stay; after all, Tae wouldn't be asleep for too long. As I laid down on my back, I couldn't help as my mind traveled back to the crazy night I'd been through, not only had I kissed Yoongi, but I practically made out with Taehyung! The blush on my cheeks was permanent by now, especially when I thought about how to face them.

I was in dreamland when Tae abruptly turned around, freeing me off of his grip and giving me a golden chance to get the fuck out of the room and hide in the basement until my stay here came to an end; but of course, that wouldn't be the best option. Sitting up on the bed, I quickly but silently stood up and made my way towards the door. The moment my hand wrapped around the copper knob, I felt a stagnating pressure on my shoulder and I was forced to turn around, my back meeting the rough wooden door and I let out a whine; if this happened one more time I was going to change my major into law and fucking legally forbid this damned action I tell you!

I was trapped between two arms, and it didn't take me any thought to figure out whose arms they were; Taehyung's.

His lips stretched onto a lopsided smirk as our eyes met, my (E/C) eyes clashing with his dark ones in fury and I couldn't help the heat that spread onto my cheeks before I tore my eyes from his, but he followed my gaze nonetheless; capturing my eyes with his own again. His smirk turned into the familiar square smile as one of his hands moved to stroke my messy hair.

"Look at you, all red and cute, like a real dolly!"

I was ready to push him and get away from him, but I didn't have to, he somehow got the hint and peeled himself off of me, allowing me to move away. I walked straight back to bed and took a seat, expecting him to just leave, but of course, he didn't. Why? Because my expectations are never right.

I couldn't help the low whine that left my lips, and despite its lowness, he still managed to hear it, after all, he wasn't a vampire for nothing. He chuckled before making his way towards me, pushing me onto the bed and straddling me in a flat second.

A gasp of pure shock left my lips as he grabbed both my arms, locking me down before he let out a chirpy laugh; much like a child's. I rose my eyebrows at him before I hissed.

"What on earth do you think you're doing, Tae?!" I spoke, my voice raising ever so slightly. I wanted to comprehend what had seriously gotten into him; he seemed so sweet and pure, it was hard to believe it was the same Taehyung unless he was just being playful with all of these actions, which could be a possibility considering his laughs and cries of joy.

He looked down at me with a wide grin, "I'm not doing anything, (Y/N)-ah! I just don't want you to leave me!" He exclaimed and I flinched, trying to get away from his grip but he only tightened his hold on my arms.

"I never cared about the other brides y'know, but you," He began before looking back at me, "You're so precious and fragile and belle," He complimented, his hand stroking my cheek lovingly.

"I can't focus my attention on anything but you." He declared with a sad smile before he bent down, his eyes lowering from my eyes to my lips and onto my neck, and despite the dark room we were in, I could see it in his eyes, the ravishing hunger, the endless thirst, but mainly, the deep loving and admiration. His eyes shone so bright with these two human emotions that I couldn't help but relax and take in his appearance at that moment; he looked outstandingly sublime.

It was hard to explain; they were all beautiful, gorgeous even, but the new light that I had seen both Taehyung and Yoongi in made them even more breathtaking in my eyes, I saw the purity of their emotions, I saw the depths of their souls, I saw the lustrous humanity in them that I hadn't even thought existed when I first came into this mansion, I saw them administrate emotions that I didn't even know they could feel, I saw them in their human forms, and when I did, I couldn't help but lose myself in everything they did to me, their cathartic actions pulled me in by the ear, and I couldn't get away.

I'd be lying if I said I had meant to make this discovery, this revelation of emotions had fallen upon me unintentionally, out of nowhere, much like serendipity. My eyes were still hooked onto his innocent face as he looked at me, before he rushed to my lips, begging to feel them against his. The kiss was desperate, and even though I didn't really react at first, he kept going, wrapping his arms around me as he fell onto his side, disallowing my movement. Eventually, I fell into the lure of his mesmerizing kiss, unable to deny him the affection he ever so clearly wanted and needed.

His lips moved hungrily against mine in an audacious way, his hands lowering onto my body as he gripped and caressed at every bit of skin that seeped through my pajamas. Eventually, his tongue slipped out and he began to lick and nip at my lower lip, begging to be let in and in all honesty, I didn't want to refuse him.

The kiss got much more heated after that, becoming languorous and needy as he held onto my neck and waist. I was completely cast away in the feeling of his lips against mine, but the moment I felt his hand pushing up my shirt, I immediately felt alert and placed my hand on his chest, pushing him off gently. He was completely breathless, and so was I.

I quickly stood up, leaving the room and not giving him a chance to talk. Shutting the door once I was into the corridor, I let out a breath. How could I be so weak underneath him? It almost made no sense, he had kissed me twice and I just let the scenes unfold, I didn't do anything. My heart was beating sickeningly fast and I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. How had I gotten myself into this mess?

Whilst so, Taehyung was left with a hand on his forehead as he looked up to the ceiling, wondering why on earth his heart beat so fast, and if it were even possible for a heart to beat as fast as his.

He was disappointed with my leaving, but he was happy nonetheless, happy he received the world's greatest birthday gift; two kisses and a speckle of blood. A speckle of my blood. He let out a breath as his hand moved to his lip, stroking it before he closed his eyes; rewinding the intimacy in his mind, allowing himself to become completely lost in the feeling, allowing himself to be greedy for more.

All I want is the taste that your lips allow, (Y/N)-ah. Don't deny me it.

My face was blood red when I walked through the corridors, trying to make my way to the basement. Once I had, the door was seemingly locked; which meant I couldn't retrieve my clothes, and I couldn't just stay in my nightclothes. I assumed that Jin probably had the keys, and decided to simply check with him. I looked for him in the kitchen as well as in the lounge, but he was neither here or there. I decided to just look through the corridors upstairs, and hopefully, I'll find Jin's room. I was casually strolling down the large hallway, looking at the different melancholy colored doors when a disheveled one with silver spots met my eyes; I stopped in my tracks.

My eyes darted from the knob to the ground, I could hear the light swish of the water coming from the inside, so he was probably in there, taking a bath. I couldn't help but blush, the events with Taehyung had me slightly distracted from what occurred with Yoongi, but now that I was facing his bathroom door, I couldn't help my beating heart and flushed cheeks. That wouldn't be something I could forget easily. Quickly turning on my heel, I decided to keep looking for Jin's room, unaware that Yoongi had felt my presence.

The young vampire had, in fact, smelled my scent, and as he laid there, his head submerged into the water of the cold bath- something he does whenever he wants to think. He allowed his mind to travel back to that moment, to the auditorium, to the piano, to the kiss. His eyes were fully closed, allowing the music that emitted from the vinyl player to clear his mind; that kiss wouldn't be something he'd forget, and he didn't want it to be. He dived back into the surface, his hands brushing his hair out of his face. Puckering his lips, he relived the moment in his mind, silently wishing those seconds would have been hours.

I'm craving more, (Y/N)-ah. I'm craving so much more.

I couldn't help but think; how was I supposed to feel? How do I react? Do I push them away? Do I pretend nothing happened?

That's when it hit me; I was thinking about how to face them, completely not paying attention to the fact that I had kissed two vampires; and even so, it didn't even shake me up.

Despite my brain alerting me repeatedly that I was in a dangerous situation, and that I should just ignore how I felt because it didn't matter how I did feel. How did I even feel?

A hand clutched tightly at my chest, feeling how quickly my heart beat as my mind raced back to the episodes of the previous night, how did I really feel? I couldn't understand. I couldn't comprehend. I felt completely dimwitted. What kind of person was I? Incapable of understanding my own mess of feelings. I couldn't help but feel my eyes fill up with confused tears; I didn't want to feel like this, completely disoriented and at loss. I didn't want to feel like this; weak against my own feelings.

I was stood there, my eyes filling up with tears I couldn't explain. I bit my lip hard, not wanting them to escape my eyes, I blinked them away as I let my hand fall limply to my side and I walked fast through the hallways, desperately looking for a quiet place to sit and think; or cry my heart out, whichever came first. I was completely lost in my own feelings when I felt a hand grab my arm.

Quickly, my eyes darted up and I noticed it was Hoseok. I gave him my best attempt at a smile; which must've looked odd, considering his question. He was giving me a smile before it fell from his handsome face, replaced by a look of worry and concern.

"(Y/N)-ah...What's wrong?" He questioned and I looked at him. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice not betraying me by breaking. He rose his eyebrows, pulling me towards him.

"Yah, I know that something's going on; your eyes are bloodshot." He informed, his hand letting go of my arm. "Were you crying?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Don't lie to me." He demanded, his eyes searching desperately for a hint of what might've gotten me in this state and I couldn't help the frown that formed on my face as my eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know what's wrong, Hoseok." I declared, my eyes watering up again and before I knew it, loud sobs were escaping my mouth in a breathless fashion, I couldn't even let out consistent breaths or words any longer.

Hoseok couldn't comprehend what was wrong with me, but it seemed like he didn't care, he just enveloped an arm around me as he guided me into a nearby parlor and sat me down on a low love seat. I couldn't help but choke as tears streamed down my face; I couldn't even understand why I was crying, why I was feeling so vulnerable, why I was in such a state, all I knew is that I was loudly letting out everything in an ugly cry, and as my sobs echoed in the room and my tears stained my skin, I could feel the comforting strokes that Hoseok was administrating to my back.

My sobs got louder eventually, and my tears heavier, my lips were trembling and my whole being was convulsing, and yet, he didn't leave. He didn't speak. He didn't judge. He just sat there, caressing my back and providing me with the restfulness I oh so needed. His hand was warm against my back, and little by little, the innocent touch he was granting me did its work. My loud sobs started to die down, and my eyes dried up, only their stains present on my face as I seared my eyes with the sleeve of my pajama shirt. Both Hoseok and I were unaware of the eyes that were spying on us, the sorrowful eyes that envied Hoseok.

Opening my eyes, I found Hoseok looking at me with longingness that I couldn't comprehend. I sniffed as I looked at him, "I'm sorry, Hoseok." I apologized, feeling guilty that I had made him go through the task of comforting me whilst I had a breakdown. Feeling his hand leave my back, I expected him to leave when he moved closer to me, his hand brushing against my cheek, wiping the tears that blemished my face. My shoulders heaved up and down as my breath settled down moderately. My lips parted as I heaved in a breath.

"(Y/N)-ah," Hoseok started, his eyes meeting my own. I blinked a bit, noticing the utter amazement in his eyes.

"You're astonishingly beautiful."

My breath hitched in my throat as I looked straight into his eyes, the back of his hand barely stroking my cheek. I shyly turned my head, losing his gaze and the softness of his touch. Hoseok was albeit taken aback as he lowered his hand onto his lap, letting a small saddened smile stretch onto his face.

"Yah, don't be shy." He instructed and my breath hitched once more, a hiccup left my lips and I heard his faint chuckle.

"Stand up." He ordered and I turned to him. "Come on, up." He repeated and with no further questioning, I stood up, looking at him as he stood up as well.

He walked away, moving toward a large bookcase. Grabbing what looked like a large vinyl CD before placing it onto the player; a soft jazz melody engulfed the room and I was listening intently when he turned to me with a large grin.

"Dance with me."

"What?" I asked and he chuckled, "Little ignorant," He declared and I scoffed before he walked back to me and grabbed my arm, twirling me once before I was in his arms, one hand of his on my waist, and the other still holding mine. I put my hand on his shoulder for support, and before I knew it, we were dancing.

I stared at him. "Yah! I can't dance!" I exclaimed and he chuckled, "Do I care? No." He stated and I gave him a glare.

"You will when I step on your foot." He chuckled. "Even if you do, you won't hurt me." He stated and I simply looked away.

"So just shut that lovely mouth of your and enjoy this moment, (Y/N)-ah."

I decided to just do that, after all, I was far too depressed to even care; so why was I arguing my way into not dancing with him? Was I scared that something would happen with him too? Was I frightened? Was I scared of having another unexplainable rush of feelings that I didn't understand? Maybe. No. Yes. No matter what it was, I didn't listen to it, and just let him lull me into his arms, the way he enticed me to move around the room and twirled me, guiding me through each and every step, his feet expertly helping my own, and it felt enchanting.

I had completely let go, if it weren't for him holding me, I would've fallen completely, I felt liberated, free, as if I didn't have a care in the world, a worry on my shoulders, I felt as if I were a feather that fell from the heavens above and into the clouds, I felt at peace. My previous grimaces of sadness turning into carefree smiles of pure freedom and enjoyment. Every time, he would spin me around or raise me up onto the air, a laugh would leave my lips, the same lips that were sulking into a deep frown.

He smiled as well, and that smile was utterly addicting, I found myself returning it unconsciously. Our dance was completely freeing, I couldn't help but let out light laughs and sighs as I let my worries vanish onto the thin air, there'd be plenty of time to think about them, for now, I just wanted to enjoy myself, lose myself in this dance, this liberating waltz. He had me smiling in a few twirls around the room, and I couldn't help but think that I mistook every single one of them; I had judged them for their nature, their inhuman nature, when in fact they were more human than humans themselves.

I looked at him, my eyes meeting his own, his bright eyes that expressed pure joy, pure relief; and I found myself grinning widely at him. He chuckled.

"Feel better?" He questioned and I nodded eagerly. "That's good." He declared, "I like you smiling like that." He added and I smiled appreciatively.

"You look like a ray of moonlight. Shinier than anything I've seen." He compared and I couldn't help but grin as I offered him a thankful smile. "The moon wouldn't shine without the sun."

His lips parted as his eyes widened and eyebrows rose, he looked at me with shock before his face contoured into a warm smile. He ruffled my already messy hair, the grins on our faces were priceless; full of happiness and purity.

"My moonlight."

"My sunshine."

Eventually, we stopped dancing, when our legs started hurting, and I'd told Hoseok about how I ended up in the previous predicament, after making me swear that I wasn't crying because I didn't have clothes, he opened the basement door for me and I retrieved the basket that had my name tag on it; Jin and his name tags.

After that little occurrence with Hoseok, I felt considerably better, my heart didn't feel as heavy. Perhaps that was what I needed; a good cry. I couldn't care how strong I was, I had taken so much in the past few days, maybe that's what caused the catharsis I had gone through earlier. I made my way into my room, checking for the presence of Taehyung and he wasn't there.

I checked the time and noticed it was half to four o'clock. Already? I shrugged my shoulders before I went into the bathroom and decided to take a bath. After filling up the bathtub with lukewarm water and putting a bubble bar in it, I stripped off my clothes and got in, wetting my hair before I decided to relax in the oval bathtub, letting my eyes close in the dimly lit bathroom.