Chapter 8: 7.Thoughts

.“Did I interrupt a deep something? Hyung, you’re not spilling all your secrets, are you?”  Taehyung said teasingly.

Jimin laughed nervously, while Yoongi rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Nothing like that.”

Taehyung flopped onto the couch beside Jimin, grabbing a cookie and munching on it. “Well, don’t mind me. Carry on. I’ll just be here… supervising.”

“Taehyung,” Yoongi grumbled, his ears tinged pink.

Jimin chuckled, feeling the tension ease. He wasn’t sure what it was about Yoongi, but there was something captivating about him. As the conversation shifted to lighter topics,

Jimin couldn’t help but glance at Yoongi from time to time, a budding curiosity stirring in his chest.

Yoongi, meanwhile, found himself strangely comfortable around Jimin—a rare occurrence for someone who guarded his heart so fiercely.

Something about Jimin’s warmth made him feel a little less cold.

After Yoongi retreated to his room, Taehyung and Jimin stayed back on the couch, their conversation flowing easily.

The topics shifted from mundane observations about the neighborhood to deeper, more curious questions about one another’s lives.

“So...your hyung,” Jimin began tentatively, setting his cup of tea down on the coffee table. “How old is he?”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, noticing the sudden shift in Jimin’s tone. “Hyung? He’s 30 in human years…but 135 in vampire years,” he replied with a chuckle.

Jimin nodded, absorbing the information. There was a brief pause before he asked again, more hesitantly this time, “What about his mate? Did he…find them?”

Taehyung sighed, his tone softening. “Sadly, no. For us vampires, finding a mate is rare. It’s not like how you werewolves feel the bond so easily. For us, if we’re lucky, we find someone…but it doesn’t happen often.”

Jimin tilted his head thoughtfully, his eyes briefly flickering with something unspoken. “And…what does your hyung think about having a mate? You know, being a vampire and all?”

At this, Taehyung let out a short laugh. “Don’t even ask! He’s always saying, ‘I’m good by myself, Tae.’ Like, he’s completely fine being alone forever.”

Jimin smiled faintly at Taehyung’s lighthearted response, but the sadness in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed for long. Taehyung paused, his laughter dying down. Before he could ask what was wrong, Jimin quickly changed the subject.

“Well, Tae,” Jimin said, rising from his seat, “I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow at Jungkook’s office after you guys finalize everything about Jaybum, okay?”

Taehyung stood up as well, nodding. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Thanks for stopping by.”

As Jimin made his way to the door, he cast a quick glance toward the staircase, as though hoping to catch a glimpse of Yoongi. Taehyung noticed the subtle look and couldn’t help the knowing smile that crept onto his face.

“See you tomorrow, Tae,” Jimin said, pulling the door open.

“See you, Chim,” Taehyung replied, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Jimin leave.

Once the door closed, Taehyung turned back into the living room, replaying the everything in his mind.

It wasn’t until he sat down again that it clicked...the glances Jimin and Yoongi exchanged, the way Jimin’s voice softened when he spoke about his hyung, and Yoongi’s unusually lingering gaze.

A wide grin spread across Taehyung’s face. “Well, well,” he muttered to himself. “Maybe…just maybe…hyung’s finally found someone.”

That day, Jimin returned to his house, but his usual cheerfulness was replaced with a pensive silence.

A secret weighed heavily on his chest, one that felt too big to carry but too fragile to reveal. As he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it, staring into the dimly lit living room.

His thoughts drifted to someone—the quiet, enigmatic vampire  Jimin placed a hand over his chest, feeling the faint thrum of his heart.

“It’s too soon,” he whispered to himself, though deep down, he knew that this secret couldn’t stay hidden forever. He could only hope that when the time came, it would be met with understanding.

Meanwhile, across a few  street, at night ,Taehyung lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind raced with thoughts of what the next day would bring.

“Will I really be able to handle that arrogant alpha?” he muttered under his breath, recalling the heated exchange he had with Jungkook.

But then, his thoughts shifted to Jaybum—the tiny bundle of joy who had already carved out a special place in his heart.

A small smile tugged at Taehyung’s lips as he remembered Jaybum’s giggles and the way his little hands had clung to him.

The thought of spending more time with the boy filled him with a strange sense of contentment. Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut, and he drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreams of vibrant colors and Jaybum’s laughter filling his mind.

On the other hand,

In the Jeon household, Jungkook lay in his own bed, with Jaybum nestled against his chest. The little boy had cried himself to sleep once again, his soft sniffles fading into steady breaths.

Jungkook gazed down at his son, brushing a stray lock of hair from his tiny face. “I hope I’m making the right decision, Jay,” he whispered, his voice heavy with doubt.

The idea of hiring Taehyung...a vampire..still didn’t sit well with him.

But seeing Jaybum’s attachment to the man made it impossible to ignore the possibility.

As the night stretched on, Jungkook’s thoughts drifted between concern and cautious hope. Finally, he closed his eyes, his hand protectively cupping Jaybum’s cheek as sleep claimed him.

That same night,

On the rooftop of the the Kim/Min household, under the soft glow of the moonlight, Yoongi sat with his notebook and pen in hand.

The crisp night air wrapped around him as he stared at the blank page, his mind churning with thoughts he couldn’t quite articulate.

For years, his fans had been asking for a romantic song...something heartfelt and genuine. But no matter how hard he tried, the right words never came.

Tonight, though, was different.

As Yoongi glanced up at the moon . His pen moved almost instinctively, pouring out words he hadn’t known he was holding back.

*“My muse,”* he scribbled at the top of the page, his handwriting neat and deliberate.

The lyrics came slowly at first, but with each line, he felt something shift inside him...an emotion he couldn’t name but couldn’t deny.

By the time dawn approached, Yoongi sat back, his notebook filled with verses that felt more personal than anything he’d written before.

Setting the pen down, he leaned back and let out a long breath. “My muse…” he murmured to himself, the words lingering in the quiet morning air.