Chapter 8

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"Come with me. Now," Jimin demanded as he stalked over to you, anger clear in his eyes. He gripped onto your wrist and began dragging you out of the room. Just before you two could get any further you used strength, unknown to neither you nor Jimin, to plant your heels in the ground, preventing you from going anywhere. Jimin whipped his head around with a glare, most-likely due to his fury and not actually directed at you.

"What about Soomi? She needs care," you gasped out. Though you were trying not to show it, now that you were aware of the wound in your back, you were in severe pain. You had a feeling glass was in your back and it was killing you. But you could see large red marks already appearing on Soomi's neck from the tight grip Allyson had had on her. You wanted to make sure someone saw to them.

"Clarisse take care of her," Jimin ordered without giving her a glance, pulling you away from the room with him. You gave a final look over at Clarisse and saw her standing in shock still. She eventually shook her head and quickly rushed to Soomi and Miori, seeing to the poor black-haired girl.

Jimin dragged you down the hall, up the stairs, and down the East wing. You felt your anxiety levels rise, not knowing where he would take you and what he would do to you. In the East wing there weren't any of the other girls that could help you; for all you knew, there could be no one at all. What if Jimin was going to get mad at you? Maybe he thought you caused Allyson to get mad, and was going to punish you?

"Um, am I al—," you began worriedly.

"You're with me, so you won't get in trouble," Jimin cut in, knowing exactly what you were wondering. You pursed your lips and decided not to make another peep. Just from his answer you could tell he was trying to keep himself calm and under control. You wouldn't want to infuriate him any further. Though you were quite tempted to tell him to release the wrist he was gripping. He happened to grab the wrist Allyson had held in a death grip, and he was probably unaware of how tightly he was holding it, causing you more pain.

Jimin made an abrupt turn to a room and shoved the doors open, making them hit the walls with a ear-deafening bang. You wouldn't be surprised if there were dents or possibly cracks in the walls. Jimin grabbed the doors and slammed them shut before dragging you through the room to another door, pushing you through it into a bathroom.


He dragged you to the corner of the room and stood you near a little vanity-like set.

"Wait here," he said a little more calmly. Then he walked over to the sink counter and began looking through the cabinets. It didn't take long before he came back over to you with a small kit-like box. He put it down on the surface and opened it, showing the first-aid treatment supplies inside.

"I'm gonna need the dress to be out of the way, can I rip it?" Jimin asked, and you could've sworn you saw a flash of shyness in his eyes but it was gone before you realized it. You stared at the dress through the mirror and couldn't help the disappointed feeling that grew; this dress was really nice and you would've liked to have kept it. But it was already ruined by the blood, so you didn't see the problem with ruining it further.

"Y-Yeah, that's okay I guess," you said, turning around so that Jimin had easier access. You felt Jimin grab at the spot near your wound, pulling the sticky fabric off your skin. You winced when you heard the sound of the dress's material ripping and felt a cool breeze at your back. The dress wasn't ripped completely in the back, which you were thankful for; only a hole at the spot of the wound. You heard Jimin inhale deeply before exhaling, albeit a little shakily.

"If you're not okay doing this, you don't need to," you mentioned.

"No it's okay. Your wound looks bad, that's all," he said quietly. You heard Jimin searching through the kit, pulling many of the supplies out and setting them on the counter. Suddenly a rolled up towel was handed to you.

"There are two ways we can do this. I'll either need to remove the glass, disinfect the cut, stitch you up, and then bandage you. Or I can do the first two steps and then heal you myself. It all comes down to what you're comfortable with. You'll need the towel to bite on to help deal with the pain either way," Jimin explained. He reached a hand to place on your own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You felt your heart rate increase. He was giving you the choice to take his blood and heal faster. You've only ever heard of this and couldn't help the little bit of excitement, but you kept calm on the outside and didn't show your real feelings.

"It's okay, I trust you. I'd rather get healed as fast as possible," you replied. Jimin gave your hand a little pat before retracting his.

"Alright, get that towel ready," he warned. You brought it to your mouth and bit down. Jimin made you lean over the vanity and then got to work.

He certainly didn't lie to you about needing the towel. The process hurt like a bitch. Pulling the glass out stung, but then the disinfecting part was like walking through hell. You bit down hard on the towel and couldn't help the screams from escaping your mouth. Your hands gripped at the counter hard and you felt your legs shaking, struggling to keep you still and standing.

When Jimin finished, he turned you around and gently took the towel from you and placed it down on the vanity counter next to the kit. He rolled up his sleeve and brought his wrist right to his mouth, but paused before going further.

"You're sure?" he asked again. You nodded your head, probably a little too eagerly. It didn't seem that Jimin noticed though. He sunk his teeth into his wrist and offered it to you, deeply bitten and blood dripping from the self-inflicted wound.

"Drink," he instructed. You delicately brought his wrist to your mouth and wrapped your mouth around the bite. You slowly began to suck and felt the blood flow into your mouth like water, allowing you to drink it easily.

You wouldn't lie, blood did not taste that great. For vampires you were sure it was the best thing in the world. But for you, it was thick, metallic, and just gross in general. You certainly weren't going to complain too much though, this stuff was helping you big time. Without it you'd have to deal with stitches and you'd most-likely end up getting a scar. So you could suck it up and deal with the not-so-favorable taste.

You weren't really sure what else to do other than drink, so you kept eye contact with Jimin for any signs. He just kept nodding his head for you to continue until about a minute later. He brought his other hand up and tapped you on your shoulder gently. You removed his wrist from you mouth and wiped away any blood that had dripped down your chin and smeared on your face. Jimin went and grabbed a towel, wet it, and then returned with it to wash your face. When done, he dropped it by the kit and then moved his hand to wipe away some tears that had fell from earlier when he was cleaning your wound.

"I'm sorry about that," Jimin apologized softly. You shook your head.

"It's better than having the glass stuck in me," you told him.

"Yes, but it was my fault that you got the glass stuck in you," he said while looking down guiltily. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

"Last time I checked it was Allyson that had thrown me on the table, not you," you commented. A small laugh escaped from Jimin's lips before he grew a pained expression.

"But I left her with all of you guys and put you in danger. She said she forgot her phone in my room and asked if I could get it. I believed her like an idiot and let her attack both you and Soomi," he replied. You held Jimin's hands with your own, making the male look up into your eyes.

"I don't blame you for this, so don't blame yourself. This was all Allyson's doing. When she got you to leave you were just trying to do the right thing and were being a gentleman. You were caught up in her trick, but that wasn't your fault. So don't beat yourself up over this.

"Oh, and don't blame yourself for what happened with Soomi either. If anything, she caused all that herself trying to help me—not that I'm not thankful for her or anything," you said. Jimin's eyes still held guilt, but it didn't seem that we was going to argue with you.

"Alright, well thank you for healing me. I promise to repay you somehow," you thanked. Jimin was about to oppose, but you silenced him by placing a finger against his lips.

"Let me, please," you pleaded. He nodded his head in agreement, although he seemed to be a bit regretful.

"So is my cut completely gone then?" you asked curiously. You would've tried to look through the mirror, but it was still difficult to see.

"Yep, it's all healed up and gone. Not a scar was left behind," Jimin confirmed.

"I'm guessing your blood wouldn't work at healing marks like the ones Soomi got though," you said.

"Sadly. Only on physical wounds like the ones you got," Jimin replied.

"Speaking of Soomi, I was wondering if I could go see her?" you asked. "I'm not trying to be rude and run away or anything, just wondering if I could go check on her."

"That's alright," Jimin answered with a nod. "Do you want me to lead you to where she is?"

You nodded your head and allowed Jimin to lead you out and down the hall. He brought you downstairs and through one of the hallways, eventually stopping at one of the many rooms.

"This is the nursing room. She should be in here, I can't go in, sadly, as I have some things I have to attend to. But please, apologize to her for me if you could and let her know I'm worried about her," Jimin whispered. You gave a smile and thanked Jimin one last time before entering the room.

"(Y/n)! Thank God you're alive," Miori cried out and ran up to pull you into a hug.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you inquired.

"Well Park Jimin looked really mad when he dragged you out. I was worried," she answered.

"I'm good, no need to fear. Where's Soomi?" you looked around but couldn't see the black-haired girl anywhere.

"She's in the bed," Miori said while pointing to one of the many that were in the room. You noticed that it seemed to have a large hump under the covers which meant she was under them.

"She's gonna be fine. Clarisse dealt with her, she's just sleeping now. She may have to stay here for a few days, but other than that she'll live," Miori added. "I'm gonna stay here for the night so that I'll be here when she wakes. You want to join?"

"I'd love to."

Miori brought you to one of the beds and let you get in. She went to the light and turned it off before returning to you. She climbed into a bed that was beside yours and snuggled into the covers.

"Goodnight (Y/n), see you tomorrow," Miori whispered.

"Goodnight Miori."

You must've been more tired then you thought. Within minutes you had passed out.

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