Ch. 6
Hoseok sat on his bed, his head resting in his hands. God, how was he supposed to keep away when Jimin was so…
Beautiful.
Hoseok had figured out he was in love with Jimin only recently. He wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed it before...maybe because in this time, it was actually okay, if not wholly supported. But he had realized it a few months ago, on a rare snow day in winter.
Jimin had been bouncing around, his cheeks matching his hair, catching snowflakes, and Hoseok had been watching him. Then, something had swelled in his chest, a burning heat that he had never felt before. But there, in the snow, Hoseok had realized.
He loved Jimin. As more, much more, than a friend or a coven member.
He was in love with Jimin.
Hoseok groaned, falling back onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. What was he going to do?
He had been trying to stay away from Jimin, for the witch's safety. Even though the pinkette lived with vampires, Hoseok was certain he would never love one.
Jimin had never said, but Hoseok suspected that the small man was a little...scared of them. He didn't hate them, of course. They had been family for hundreds of years.
But he was a little...cautious.
The memory of Jimin looking up at him, hard and flushed and wanting flashed through Hoseok's head and he squeezed his eyes shut.
God. How was he supposed to keep away now?
…..
Jimin sat at the desk, staring unseeing at his papers on the witches through the ages.
Why had he done that?
Had he been trying to tempt Hoseok into...into realizing Jimin's feelings?
Jimin had loved Hoseok for a long, long time. He didn't remember when he had realized it, but had felt embarrassed and ashamed. Men shouldn't like men, it was what he'd been told since he was young.
He was dirty. Cursed.
But as he realized that being this way wasn't bad, he also realized that Hoseok was unattainable.
The redheaded vampire had been with so many beautiful men and women...why would he ever look at Jimin?
Sure, he had pink hair, but that was his most interesting characteristic. He was plain, not drop-dead gorgeous like the people Hoseok seemed to favor.
He flashed back to earlier, how good Hoseok's fangs had felt in his arm, arousal beginning to overtake him.
How Hoseok had looked down at him, and how small and safe Jimin had felt with him.
Jimin groaned, thunking his head on the desk.
How was he supposed to stay away now?
