"Are you out of your mind?!" Jungkook is quick to jump up.
"You're right, he doesn't drink blood so she wouldn't be any good," I start to relax. "She could vouch for me!"
I scoff. "Vouch for you? After you almost drained me?"
"All past mistakes, but I did tell you the truth about Jungkook, and I kind of saved him and his pit crew from your psychotic dad, and I saved him once again from Jin nd his goons, so now it's my ass on the line... so, you should be thanking me," I narrow my eyes at him. Even if all of this is true, it doesn't feel right to try and save his life, but I guess it also doesn't feel right to let him just die.
"What exactly would I say?"
"No, no, no" Jungkook interrupts, "I already said I don't want you involved, we'll find another way," I shake my head at him, but he speaks before I can, "I think it's too risky. I already made a mistake before by involving you in this stuff, I'm not gonna make it again," his eyes pierce into mine and I almost give in.
"Jungkook, she just has to tell a teeny, tiny, little lie. Not dangerous at all," he gives a grin.
"Like what?" I ask.
"Y/N-" he warns, but I don't listen.
"That scar on your neck, it wasn't from me. It was from someone else and that you never knew anything about me drinking human blood," he shrugs as if it was nothing.
"What if he questions who did it to her?"
"She says someone she didn't know. Simple. You guys worry too much," he takes a large sip.
"No, I don't think she should do it," he starts to take small steps and paces.
"What other choice do we have?" and I realize that Taehyung's words are right. Wow. He's right for once.
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Fun fact about me: I really hate the word warmth. You don't have to care I just need like 2 seconds of pretending someone does. Hahahahahaha haaaaaaaaa.......... I love life 0u0
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Blood and Bread (m) | Jungkook ?
Fanfiction[Completed] +++++++++++++ "Don't! Why do you need it anyway?" he stays silent and doesn't answer. Once the syringe is pulled out of my arm a drop seeps out. He takes his finger and collects the drop. He looks at his finger then smirks at me, while...
