*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠𝟡

-나는 그들의 것, 그들은 내 꺼야-

you never really realize just how loud the silence can be. how excruciating the silence can feel when you're waiting for someone to answer you. when there's nothing left to be spoken, or said. or when you're left alone with your thoughts for far too long.

this silence was just like that. i felt like was going crazy. it felt like that moment lasted a lifetime.

i turned my body to see wonwoo leaning against the wall as he looked at us, at my shocked face. at the horror passing through seungcheol's eyes as he realized wonwoo was going to have to feed on me again.

"seungcheol?" i dared to muster up my voice. "what happens now?" mingyu squeezed my shoulders for a moment.

"now i have to feed on you." wonwoo spoke again, but i could only look at seungcheol, the look on his face.

"damnit," he hung up the phone. the look of frustration on his face was evident. "it's so odd, how can there be no AB negative blood for wonwoo in all of england?" he placed the edge of the phone against his forehead, tapping it again and again, his clenching jaw in the process.

"they know we're here, and if they knew where our home was in la, it's possible they also know other information about us, " he thought out loud. "they know where we are."

"this is a shit situation," he finally placed the phone down and looked in my eyes.

"seungcheol?" i muttered out.

"now you do what wonwoo said, he feeds on you," he finally said, bitter words laced with regret and anger.

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the only good side to this situation was that wonwoo was finally going to get help. either way, this situation was going to go, he was still going to get help.

that was what was going through my mind as. i walked to wonwoo's side hopeful that i would give him some relief.

"are you ok? i know this isn't an ideal situation," he smiled weakly, trying to give me some reassurance. "as long as you get what you need then i'm okay," i smiled back.

he wore a tired look, his eyes were sunken down, and his skin was paler than normal. wonwoo has always been a sickly looking man, but this was different. this was like the time before.

my heart ached as i looked up at his sickly figure.

"let's go," he leaned down and whispered.

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-mingyu's pov-

"are you sure that joshua has everything under control in los angeles?" i stared down at him, worried about what might be happening to them.

"he called last night. he said that they were about to start. that tonight they were finally going take gong-myung out," he paused, "but it's still so strange. how did they find out what we are? how did they know exactly what they needed to kill us?" he pondered for a moment. "we have a mole," he whispered.

ever since we arrived in london, something has been off.

there hasn't been any encounter with gong-myung's people since they pursued seungcheol and areum; it's been radio silence.

they're waiting for a moment of vulnerability to get us. to get her.

but that never explained how they know what we are. seungcheol said it perfectly: we have a mole.

it was unnerving to know someone we trust would betray us. someone we trust enough to know about wonwoo's condition.

but that narrows down the list of suspects.

"what would they gain?" i sat down on the chair across from him, taking the phone from his hands.

"this person, or group, clearly doesn't like us," he looked out the window, thinking hard for a moment. "let's go over who knows about wonwoo's condition first," i interrupted his line of thought.

"jaebeom's entire group knows, all seven of them, shownu's group, too," i started, "namjoon's group-" "jungkook wouldn't do this to us, right?" the concern and fear waved through his voice.

jungkook has been one of our closest dear friends for centuries, he has been with us through thick and thin, along with his brothers. but he, he, would have a motive. we threatened him because of where he took areum, areum...

"he cares too much about areum to hurt her," i told him. i couldn't consider the thought any longer. there was a wave of relief on seungcheol's face when i said that.

seungcheol knows how harsh he was when he threatened jungkook, i can tell he regrets it sometimes, but when he's in the moment, especially when it concerns areum, he loses it. he becomes a mad man.

"jihyo knows, the others don't but she does," he responded, his eyes glued to the ground. he couldn't bring himself to meet my eyes.

"when did you tell her?"

"just a few short years ago," he paused. "i didn't know what else to do with wonwoo, so i asked her for help."

"when was 'a few years ago?'" i air-quoted him. time for us has always moved differently, as immortal beings time is useless to us, it doesn't affect us as it does humans. time for them is the limit, we have no limit. 20 years for them is a quarter of their life, for you us it's nothing.

"right after he almost hurt areum. she was a baby," he looked around the room, looking for wonwoo and areum's presence but found nothing.

"go supervise them. I don't trust wonwoo when he's like this." he turned his head to the room they had entered without us noticing.

i understood his concern, i too was worried about where they had gone, but i was too preoccupied with seungcheol.

i held onto his shoulder for a moment. he was the most worried out of all of us. "this isn't your fault," i tried to reassure him.

before i let him even look up at me, i walked to wonwoo's bedroom. he usually isn't the type to be vulnerable with another person, so this was my way of trying to comfort him. letting him know that you understand what he's feeling and not forcing him to talk is what he's always needed from us.

when i walked into wonwoo's room, i was glad to see that it wasn't the same as last time. last time we were in a situation like this, he was already feeding on her. when i walked in, they were just talking.

-a few minutes earlier--areum's pov-

"are you sure you're okay with this?" he sat down on the bed and i stood between his legs, one of my hands on his shoulder and his hands on my lower back

"how can you be so okay with this?" he asked again.

"because i get to help you," i started, "because i don't want to see you suffering like this."

and then a sheepish smile formed on my lips, "and also, it was quite enjoyable the last time," i whispered as i looked away from him.

he pulled away and looked up at me. there was a strange look in his eyes and a crooked smirk appeared on his lips.

"noted," he chuckled lightly and stood up.

as he placed both his hands on my cheeks and leaned down to kiss me, i realized again just how much bigger he was, how wide his shoulders were, the size of his hands, and how enamored i was with him.

his lips were soft and gentle but slowly became more passionate, desperate to feel me. his hands began to roam my body.

-author's pov-

she could feel his need for her, the way his hands drifted down to the small of her and the lower to her but.

she wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him even closer.

he had been craving to be this close to her since he arrived in london. desperate to feel her body close and to feel her warmth.

he sat down on the bed and pulled her down, her legs wrapping around his body, and pulled away to look at her face. her features were delicate and beautiful, he was completely enchanted by her

"i love you so much," he whispered in her ear.

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