Y/N's POV

“Get up,” i heard his voice that woke me up, “did you know you slept in my bed?” he rolled his eyes. “S-sorry. Then, where did you sleep?”

“I can pass the night without sleeping.”
Oh yeah, i remembered he is a vampire.

We ate breakfast like the usual morning line up, and he asked me to clean the house. The last room that I'll clean is his.

I opened the golden door knob, and surprisingly he's not there. His bedsheets were a mess, and so I cleaned them up.
I saw the shining thing again on his cabinet.

I have the chance to open it, and inside was an antique, golden syringe.

I wonder what's this for?
I asked myself.

“Why are you here?” he was there coming in. I quickly placed the syringe back inside the cabinet and smiled. “What are you smiling at?” he raised his eyebrow. “Jungkook-ah, you look dashing today.”

He frowned, “Don't call me by my name. You're just my slave.”

“and because of that, you'll have to do something for your master.” he has a stern look on his face..

“What?”

“Scrub my back while I bathe.”

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This is so embarrassing.. He's infront of me taking off his clothes, not his underwear of course, but still—

“What are you waiting for?”

“Oh, sorry.” i quickly snutch the sponge on the sink, and started to scrub his back gently.

He has beer in his hands, drinking endlessly. It's morning, why do he have to drink? I thought.

“Hey, I can clearly hear what you're thinking.”

How the—

“If I don't have blood to drink, well beer would be my water.”

I kept silent for the next few minutes, still scrubbing his back. He turned around, and glared. I was startled. “Why are you still wearing your night gown?”

I squinted my eyes in confusion. “what?”..

“Remove your night gown,”

“B-but I—”

He stood up, and removed my night gown.
My body shivered, looking at him. “Give me that back!” I grabbed my gown back, and screamed.

“Scrub my back, remove that gown.”

“Do you think this is necessary?! Stripping off while I'm scrubbing your filthy back?!” he shut up my mouth, by covering it. “Mrhmmph! Let me go!”

He pinned me into the bathroom wall, and stared at my neck. “Don't you try to—”
Without finishing my sentence, he digged in to my neck. I groaned in pain. I can feel my blood oozing out of my neck.

My body became weak again. My eyes closed shut.