Episode 2
I was made for you, My Sire.
Hey, there, My name is Taehyung, as beautiful as it sounds, I am the prettiest twenty-years old boy ever existed in this universe, that's what 'My Sire' tells me and I want to share my peculiar story with you all, let's begin, shall we?
I was wearing a beautiful black sparkling off-shoulder cropped top with matching pants with white gemstones at the hem, my backless top having a few strings of fabric revealing a huge 'Vicious Black Dragon' tattoo, covering my back.
A beautiful black and clear diamond choker around my neck with my blonde hair parted from the side. My reddish-brown eyes had a thin black winked liner sparkling black glitter.
I walked into a beautiful hall with dark black walls with dark maroon hues of light, filled with people couple dancing while having their creepy monstrous animal looking face-masks on. A romantic chaos also known as 'the ball'.
They began to make way for me and bow as I walked past them towards 'that' man.
That taller man, looking in his early thirties, with his beautiful sharp doe eyes, tough, masculine body, his jet-black hair parted, broad nose like a fine man, sexy lips, a mole underneath and adorable bunny smile but that's rare.
He just stared back at me with a dark gaze, seated on that black leather couch in a black dress shirt and pants, his dress shirt open enough to reveal his whole chest. Talking to another man who was kneeled down in front of him.
Nobody could sit in the same or higher place than him.
I picked a pink rose from nearby the bar as I walked closer to 'Him' and casually sat on his lap.
Tucking the rose on his ear, I situated my legs onto his other thigh as well, crossing my legs onto another comfortably, my beautiful bare feet covered with slender black crystal chains all around my toes to my anklets, was too close to that other kneels down man's face, but he didn't dare to back away.
I leaned my side face into 'His' neck and he began brushing my blonde with his black painted nails, holding his drink with another as he talked to that kneeled down man.
I softly picked the rose I have tucked on his ear and leaned down to bite his earlobe. Still didn't get 'His' attention.
I sunk my teeth deeper with a whimper into his skin and he raised the glass of his drink to my red tinted lips.
I sipped onto his drink, but the taste was not appealing to me so, I spit it out onto his neck like a spoiled brat.
He glared at me with his sharp frown and I smiled at him as I watched him grabbing a napkin and wiping his neck down to his chest. Wiping the corner of my lips as well but with his thumb gently.
I just looked at his face from his eyes to his lips and leaned into his lips, caressing his chest down to his abdomen until he looked away.
I still looked at him with my fond eyes and left my weight backwards on the couch with my hips and legs still resting on his lap.
I smiled a teethy simper as I stretched myself on that couch, making my beautiful eyes turn into a puppy eyes as I scratch that black couch with my fingers slowly, like a maniac in love.
I rolled down from his lap to the floor in his feet, grabbing them and situating my face on his knee, but he was too busy in his talk to care.
I slowly looked at him, only to stand up on my feet.
Still he was busy in his conversation until I raised my leg and situated my bare decorated foot on his shoulder.
He finally looked at me and tried to peck my foot placed on his shoulder while looking into my eyes, but I just pushed his shoulder away harshly by my foot.
He just watched me as I giggled and backed away, running away playfully.
He ignored his talk with that kneeled-down man, and fixed his eyes on me. Watching me running around between those couple dancing all-around me. But he sat up straight with a mad frown, looking uncomfortable in his seat when I broke a couple's dance to snatch that woman's man away to make him dance with me.
Having that pink rose tucked on his ear, 'he' watched me dance with another man, having a frown as if he was trying to control some sort of rage in him. As if he was so helpless to watch me dance with another man.
But as soon as I pulled that other man, who had a fancy scary rabbit face mask on, by his neck, closer to me, his head got shot with a splash of his blood all over my revealed shoulders and I flinched with a hitched breath at that loud gunshot.
But neither the music stopped nor anyone stopped their dance. I just looked at 'Him' and found him placing a silver gun down on the coffee table, 'His' silver gun had a 'black dragon' printed all around.
He grabbed a napkin and a black fancy masquerade mask from the coffee table and untucked that pink rose from his ear, just to stand up from the couch. Making everyone in the hall to abruptly stop their dance and kneeled-down before him except for me. Even that slow melodic music stopped.
He wore that black creepy masquerade mask, covering half of his face as he approached me and I just panted, backing away with a gulp until his naked hand revealing his tattoos from his rolled up sleeve, wrap around my waist, only to pull me harshly closer on him.
He tucked that rose on my ear and wiped that blood of another man, off from me as it was dirt from my revealed shoulder with the napkin and tried to rock me slowly in the couple dance by my waist but I refused to move with him.
He snickered his bunny smile as he took the signal and backed off from me only to kneel down before me, extending his hand to me for a dance like a gentleman in that creepy black masquerade mask showing his smirk.
The whole hall room was kneeled down before me.
I just rolled my eyes but gave my hand to him anyway with a simper, making him to peck the back of it, and stand up, looking into my eyes as he pulled me closer harshly, I just panted into his mouth as our noses were almost touching, and I placed my hands on his shoulders.
The music began to echo the hall again.
He slowly rocked me into the dance while caressing my side face with the back of his hand down to my revealed shoulder as if I was made of glass. As if he was removing that other man's fingerprints off me. Caressing his cheek on mine and I smiled like an idiot as I inhaled his cologne from his neck.
Jeon Taehyung
I love you, My Sire.
I told him. Someone had to say it. I just wished he could understand what we had for each other was something but nothing at all.
Jeon Taehyung
I was made for you, and you were sent for me by the skies, My Sire.
I emphasized, and he just looked at me, and my teary eyes until I Wrapped my arms around his neck as if there was no tomorrow, as if I was drunk in his existence, pressing my body onto his and he wrapped his arm around me tighter, twirling us around vigorously with his loud evil laugh, having his black devilish masquerade face mask on, as if it was what he wanted to hear.
I just fondly hear him laugh like a devil, being carried away under his embrace in our dance and twirling around in his arms on that bloodied fancy black rugged floor in the ball room where he had just shot a man who dared to touch me.
We were the only one couple dancing in the hall, since nobody else could dare to stand or dance along with us.
Well, this was a moment from my future.
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