Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단

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Taehyung's POV

I couldn't sleep. My head was aching and my heart pounding in my chest. Days I had not been able to sleep. I kept my eyes wide open, bags underneath them as I looked around my room paranoid.

There was someone in my room, someone I could not see, unless he was in a mirror that I was looking at, or a shadow on the floor. Perhaps a reflection...

But at night, his full figure would appear. I believed that I was haunted. That a ghost or a spirit roamed in my house, or wherever I went.

I gasped, seeing a lonely shadow walk across the wall in the moonlight. I grabbed my blankets tightly, seeing the shadow appear in the mirror, showing me his face and shoulders.

Half of his face was cut and bloodied, burned and scarred, his eyes a blood red and his skin pale as the moonlight. His plump lips covered in blood as he parted them to reveal sharp fangs.

I gulped. This happened every night, but tonight I was going to feel it again. I was going to feel his cold hand caressing my skin. The man smirked slightly, walked out of the mirror, revealing his whole body.

The tuxedo he was wearing was covered in blood, and there was a clear hole in his chest where he was shot. The man walked towards me in large steps, leaning over me curiously.

"Why are you so scared?" He asked lowly. "This is not the first time you've seen me." He said, cupping my cheeks. I shook my head, not daring to speak. "Dear, dear Taehyung. Talk to me when I ask you something." He said lowly, an inhuman hiss escaping through his lips.

I flinched. "B-because you're a ghost!" I yelled, absolutely horrified. The man chuckled. "I'm not a ghost. I'm an immortal being, a spiritual vampire of the SouthEast. A vampire of the moonlight, my dear Taehyung." He replied with a chuckle.

He pulled my body up and caressed my chest. His cold hand sending chills down my spine. He leaned to my ear and whispered. I could feel his grin on his face. "Don't you remember me? Kim Taehyung, don't you remember your husband..?" He asked lowly.

I widened my eyes and shoved myself backwards. "What husband?! Who?! I'm 22, I'm not married! I'm single!" I yelled. The man frowned. "So you do not..." He said lowly, standing back up. "Does the name Park Jimin ring a bell?"

I shook my head. "No, why should it?" I asked, swallowing my saliva nervously. The man frowned angrily. "That is my name. Your husband's name.." He scoffed. "I see.. Giving me your soul must have caused memory loss and mortality.. I don't see a bitemark. You're not claimed yet.." Jimin said smirking.

I gulped. "C-claimed?" Jimin nodded. "When a vampire claims you. Just like I did to you in 1856.. I made you mine." He said lowly, tilting my head. "It was right here... And now it's gone." He chuckled. "I can claim you all over again."

He hissed lowly and leaned towards my neck. I pushed him away. What was he talking about?! "I don't even know who you are, or why you are haunting me! I am human, and I am single. I was born in 1997-" "Correction. You were reborn." Jimin cut me off.

He tapped his shot wound. "Someone shot me at our wedding, cut me open, burned the place down. But you stayed. You killed my killer, and gave me your soul so I could live, in exchange for your life. When I heard you were reborn, I had to be with you. But you seemed to be horrified when you first saw me. You hurt me deeply, my Taehyung." Jimin said lowly.

I frowned and looked down. "That scar on your chest was from that killer. And you kept it, just like my wounds. I can only heal when my one true love has found his memories. The loving time we had together. Our first time, our first date, when we met..."