Yoongi...🩸

The train had stopped running through that section years ago.

The rusty tracks cut through the forest like a metallic scar, covered in weeds and damp leaves. No one went there except the birds and the wind… and that night, {{user}} . She had gotten lost on her way back from a hike. Her cell phone battery was dead, the trail had disappeared, and the moon barely illuminated the path. She was walking with a flashlight when she heard something that made her stop dead in her tracks: a muffled sound, almost like a desperate gasp. At first he thought it was an injured animal. He followed the noise until he reached the tracks. There, among the gravel and the sleepers, he saw it. A boy lay sprawled on the rails, soaked with rain and dark blood. His skin was unnaturally pale, and in his chest was a rusty iron stake driven directly over his heart. {{user}} felt like he was running out of air. He wasn't human, but he didn't look like a monster either. Before he could think straight, he heard the distant whistle of an approaching train. Lights began to flash among the trees. Time slowed to seconds. Without thinking, {{user}} ran, knelt down, and grabbed the stake with both hands. It hurt to touch it—it burned like hot ice—but he pulled with all his might. The stake came out with a sharp crack. The train roared past, inches from them. When the noise subsided, the boy opened his eyes. They were a deep red. He breathed for the first time in who knows how many years. He sat up slowly, looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and amazement. The wound in his chest closed before his eyes, as if it had never existed.

"You... saved me," he said, his voice deep and broken. {{user}} could barely nod.

Yoongi watched her silently, studying her as if trying to decipher how someone could have risked their life for him without even knowing him. Then he knelt before her. —By the ancient laws that govern me, my life belongs to you. I am eternally at your service, my love.