Clatter

"Yah! Be Careful!" She shouted, her hands flying up from the washbowl as Taehyung accidentally threw the small vinaigrette bowl too harshly, causing it to break, therefore, unintentionally injuring her.

"Mianhae, It really was an accident..." The blonde vampire declared, his eyes stuck onto their place, void of emotion.

"Ugh... Just... Ugh!" She exclaimed, vigorously shaking her hands dry before stomping out in an angry fashion.

How... unlikely.

Yoongi, despite his usual carelessness, didn't particularly enjoy seeing the cold mistreatment his dear cousin had just gone through. Setting the dish towel he had at hand away, he walked towards Taehyung and softly patted him on the back, trying his best to offer him a sense of comfort, thus regardless of his inexperience in the domain.

Taehyung, who had been a mess for the past days, didn't even bother flinching, simply going back to the dishes. He was just... emotionless.

"You needn't consoling me, Yoongi-Hyung...I'll be alright." He promised, nodding to himself, his voice still... abnormally missing feelings.

"Still, Taegi, right?" The eldest of the two remarked, trying to make his fellow company laugh, which of course failed.

"Yeah," He agreed, going back to his task of picking up the broken pieces. As he cleaned up, he couldn't help but sigh slowly, something he didn't do, he was acting so out of character.

"I just don't understand what's up with her." He complained.

The mint haired vampire understood what his cousin meant, after all, it was almost impossible for someone to change personalities so quickly. This character didn't seem like one I would adopt at any time, and yet, here she was, right before their eyes.

Thinking about the whole ordeal seemed to make his task fly faster, and the young pianist couldn't help but question the sudden change in nature. It seemed like it was only a week ago where they cuddled against each other in hopes of beating the unbearable coldness that seeped through the mansion's walls, and now, this brand new person refused to even do as little as share a darn movie with them? This was far too... stretched, for his liking that is.

It didn't seem like me at all, and he noticed it, they all did, but they didn't question it, and each and every single one of them had a reason behind it.

Jin, for one, alongside an extremely hurt Jimin, chose to believe that perhaps it was a hormonal issue. It was completely natural for women to change in behavior due to their natural hormonal changes, even so, with his intellectual, Jin refused to believe it was fully because of that. In fact, both he and Jimin believed there was something far sketchier going on.

Hoseok, Jungkook, and Taehyung refused categorically to believe it was the same person, it was me, who was treating them so harshly. Taehyung recalled the incalculable, even uncountable, displays of affection they shared, from playing in the snow to making out in the garden on his birthday night, and he refused to believe that something as small as a goddamn period would fully change his bride, would fully change me.

For Jungkook, it was basically the same thing. He had cried into this bride's shoulder and had bawled his eyes and emotions out in front of her. He had stripped himself off of his pride to show her simply how emotionally unstable he really was and she'd suddenly turn into Cruella DeVil? Unbelievable. Unimaginable, even.

For Taehyung, he was pissed off. Taehyung's character was sweet and nice, but not to mess with. He tended to get possessive and angry, and this new attitude that was surfacing onto the bride was making him quite angry. He honestly wouldn't mind if she got angry and shouted at him, after all, she was only human, but right now she was acting like a spoiled brat in more ways than he could handle, which made him so agitated. He was sure that it wasn't her, it couldn't be, this person wasn't me.

Hoseok, it was another story, unlike Jungkook and Taehyung, who were angrier and hurt, he was...curious, phased, and surprised. Surprised about the sudden change in attitude, phased because of her hatred towards him, curious as to what might've happened that had turned her into... a psychotic bitch.

Namjoon and Yoongi, oh Namjoon and Yoongi.

See, Namjoon was more aware of things that occurred to their bride, therefore, he was 99.99% sure that the person who was currently sharing their home couldn't impossibly be their lovely bride. This... How to say, this ruthless wench, may you remember that this person wasn't their bride, it was a... ruthless whore, wench... It was a psychotic bitch. Bless Hoseok.

Of course, every night, he looked up, researched, read and tried to understand what might've happened, and of course, he was right, it was a siren vampire, and his little finger told him it was his mother who caused this, but he couldn't seem to understand who they'd push into their bride's body. He had suspicions, but they seemed far too stretched, after all, that person was dead.

Lacking in his cousin's smarts, Yoongi didn't necessarily come to the same results as Namjoon, but he was close, realizing that something, or someone, must've taken over their bride's body, even if he didn't understand what it was. One thing that did make him surpass his cousin was his suspicions, unlike Namjoon, he allowed himself to set a certain bride at the top of the list. Despite the fact that his mother made him understand that that peculiar woman died ages ago, Yoongi was a hard-headed vampire who didn't trust his witch of a mother, so yes, Troian was at the top of the many bitches who could've taken over his bride's body, came in next, Namjoon's mother, Aunty Ju-Hong.

The mint haired vampire, affected by his bride's sudden change in demeanor, couldn't even sleep at night, and just focused on creating chill beats for his classes and himself. This occurrence had shaken him up so much, he went as far as to name a track "Bitches", and yes it was dedicated to his mother, which he made sure to precise at the end of the track. He came to think what his teacher would say, he would probably give him an 'F' for both 'Failure' and 'Fantastic'.

As he walked up to his room, he couldn't help but recall how much he had gotten to know the bride, how much he learned to appreciate this bride, how much he learned to appreciate me, over the course of the past weeks.

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Playing around, that was not something Yoongi usually did. But here he was, here he was, outside, goddamn it he was outside, why? Because she had that much power on him, even if they had met barely a month ago.

It was pure serendipity that she had dragged him outside with her, really. He was sitting by his pianoforte, his forehead laying on the tiles as he attempted to create a unique wave of sound, but he was stuck.

That's when she came in.

Bursting through the door with what seemed to be a shovel in between her arms, she wasted no time in throwing his outdoors clothing at him, not even asking him, or requesting him to join her.

"Hey, you! You've been in here all day, you're going out! Now!" The sass in her voice was almost too obvious for him to not abide by her order, so he silently put on his clothes and followed her out, watching as she scraped the ground of the garden off of the growing ice.

Not once did she ask him for help, simply doing her work, when he questioned her about it, she simply smiled, telling him that she was truly happy with his being there.

His heart spasmed.

The strange feeling came to him once more as he watched her build what seemed to be a... snowman? To him, it looked more like a snowman with a dislocated head, but of course, he commented not about it, his quiet nature getting the best of him. The thing that tingled his senses most was when she put two pebbles on the... snowman's mouth and loudly declared he was now a, 'snow vampire'. How adorable. The small smile that overtook his features was not wanted.

The third time the strange feeling took him, it was whilst she was basically assaulting him, which he didn't question, she had been pretty hyper for the past week, probably due to the snow, she declared many times that she wanted for it to snow and never stop, he didn't question as to why she'd want snow, but he could guess. The beautiful white blanket was definitely worth wishing for, and he was not one to wish for things. He was deep lost in his thoughts when he heard her voice.

"Yah!!!" She shouted out as a ball of snow was directed his way. His lazy ways disallowed him to dodge the rather large snow projectile that was headed his way, and it landed square on his face, a rather chirpy but still adorable laugh could be loudly heard from the other side of the garden.

"Gotcha!" A certain bride let out as she laughed in victory, making him groan as he tried to regain his composure, pushing the cold ice from his face.

"What on earth have I ever done to you?" He asked, his question far from rhetorical. Finally pushing all the opaque ice away from his eyes, he allowed his eyes to settle on her figure, clad in a jacket that was far bigger than her, her beanie recklessly close to her eyes and her scarf wrapped around her luscious neck in a choke hold fashion, to keep herself warm. Her sweatpants were wet, sopping even, from her diverse activities in the cold snow, even so, she looked mesmerizing.

Her (E/C) eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit yard, illuminating the zone with her happiness, her large smile suited her features so nicely, her cheeks puffed up and white from the freezing cold, her nose red. She allowed him a look at her mess of a head of hair as she removed her beanie, only to put it back on and lower it farther than it already was.

Yoongi was never one to stare at anyone, or anything for that matter, for too long, and yet, here he was, completely overtaken by the sight of this girl, this woman, this respectable woman that had treated them with care and respect since the day she came to this eerie mansion they called a home.

At that moment, he was lost in the colors of the scene, the dark blues of the sky, the shiny moon, the white roses, and the yellow lights, it definitely looked like they were in one of Van Gogh's paintings, but with her shining eyes and bright smiles, and his admiring stares and parted lips, they were definitely in one of Edgar Allen Poe's poems. This scene, to him, was far too... odd, but it was also so wonderful. He felt something strange in his chest, something raising, something overpowering, something he allowed himself to fall into, something that brought him comfort, something that brought him hope, hope he'd someday be happy.

It might've seemed scandalous, but he wanted her affection, her attention, he didn't want her to leave him, he loved her.

He loved her.

He loved their bride.

He loved me.

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Yoongi's lips pursed as he felt his cheeks puff up and flush, recalling the memory embarrassing him, the butterflies in his stomach confusing him, his beating chest hurting him. He honestly never thought he would be the first one to fall in love, but it made sense, somehow.

Despite his cold stares and emotionless gazes, he was always the more... emotional one, guided, even driven, by said emotions. They shaped him and decided for him, unlike Namjoon, his cousin, he truly didn't work by logic, he was made out completely off of emotions. Even so, he had a hard time expressing them, but it took this one woman to show up and change his attitude, she helped him, helped him express himself truly, she helped him feel.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but turn his eyes towards a certain petite cousin of his he seemed to simply favor over the others. Had he felt the same compassion for her? Or was he yet to fall into the vast sea that love was? As his brown eyes settled on the sat down blonde who was playing with his legs, swinging them on top of the stool he was sat on.

Said shorty was actually thinking about a certain occurrence that happened with the bride as well, his lowered eyes expressing the sadness he felt due to her sudden change in persona. How could someone change so fast? And so differently?

Jimin was grown, even so, he was still innocent and genuine, his actions were always pure and real, he was not one to plot or scheme, he was sincere and real, and perhaps that's what caused his hurt.

He stood by Jin when the eldest spoke that perhaps it was a hormonal thing, but of course, he still had his doubts. He was hurt, part of him wanted to believe that there was an explanation, part of him wanted to kick her out for making him believe she respected him and viewed him as a real man, as a person who should be respected. She had been one to hand him a glass of water when he was choking, and now she was drowning him in it. It was so... tragic.

Blinking away the tears, he forced himself to recall a happy memory, and gratefully, his memory landed on one, a rather recent one, of course, but it was a happy memory nonetheless, he couldn't help but chuckle, recalling it.

New Year's Eve, someone would call it a busy night, others would call it a serene night, others would just call it a... reckless night.

Jin let out an exasperated sigh as he waited patiently, sat down next to a rather calm Namjoon, Yoongi, and an amused Hoseok.

Upon hearing a clatter, the eldest of the group flinched, "Oh my god, what have they done?!" He asked, no one in particular, making Hoseok and Namjoon chuckle.

"Calm down, Jin. I'm sure it was just a bunch of knives or something..." Hoseok spoke, patting the eldest on the back whilst Yoongi tried to fix his light pink Hanbok.

"Um...Is this supposed to be this loose fitting?" He questioned for the tenth time and Namjoon chuckled, "Yes, Yoongi."

"Why are we wearing them anyway?" Hoseok asked, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Youngsters insisted we do since it's the head of the year, and they wanted to see (Y/N) in a Hanbok, apparently."

"Ah." Hoseok declared before he tilted his head, "The kitchen has been silent for a while, I wonder what's happening."

"Oh god." Jin started hyperventilating once more.

Meanwhile...

"Shit fuck." Jungkook declared, only to earn a slap from a certain childish hyung, and a certain bride.

"Don't swear!" Taehyung yelled out and Jimin chuckled, "He has every right to, he just broke Jin's most favorite serving plate."

"Oh well, it was too fragile!" Jungkook argued and the bride chuckled, "Nope, you fucked up."

"What the hell happened to no swearing?!" Taehyung reminded before he coughed.

"Maybe if we just throw it away he won't notice..." He declared and Jimin shook his head.

"Nah, I say we glue it back and just push it deep into the cupboard so that he completely forgets about it." He stated, receiving a nod and a thumbs up from Taehyung before those two... lovers, hugged, making Jungkook shake his head.

"Are we really underestimating Jin that much?" A certain girl reminded, running a hand through her (H/C) locks, her very, very, very tangled locks.

"We're not underestimating him...We're just... making sure he doesn't get pissed off!" Jimin declared, receiving a shrug, and Jungkook sighed.

"Fine, where's the glue?"

After a short while, the youngsters, as called, managed to get all the work done. Beautifully served Korean dishes, from royal dishes like Gujeolpan and Sinseollo to more seen dishes, such as Tteokook and Saengchae, as well as small servings of Kimbap and Buchimgae, all served in the most elegant of Bangjja dishware, their bronze color contrasting gracefully against the copper utensils, not to mention the alluring black teapots, accompanied by their matching cups, which were all purely made out of the finest of clays. The ebony low table clad in a sheer teal tablecloth, which matched the dark teal leather cushions.

It was a fancy setting, to say the least, and the large vases filled with branches of Peach Blossom further enhanced the impression of elegance and traditionalism, to say the least. The 'Youngsters' had done a great job, having broken a few dishes along their way, but they truly were proud of their work. For now, it was their turn to get ready, since currently; they looked like a participant of a food fight. Jimin even had some rice stuck in his hair, whilst Taehyung had vegetable stew splattered across his chest.

"Okay, I think we got everything done!" Jimin declared happily, his energy still full to the brim.

Jungkook checked his watch, "Well, we have about three-quarters of time left to get ready, we should hurry." He declared, and almost instantly, he and Taehyung rushed away into their respective rooms.

A certain young lady chuckled, "Wow that was fast." She stated before she started climbing up the stairs; Jimin quickly catching up behind her.

"What color is your Hanbok, (Y/N)-ah?" He questioned, his eyebrows risen with pure curiosity and the young woman shrugged.

"I didn't really take a look at it." She confessed and Jimin frowned.

"I honestly wanted us to match!" He declared, making her chuckle as they reached the door to her room.

"Perhaps we will, I'll see you later, Jimin-ah. I can't wait to hear you sing Arirang!"

With that thought in mind, Jimin rushed to his room, rushed to pick out the best Hanbok he owned, in hopes that it would match the bride's. This gesture might've seemed quite childish, perhaps even cheesy, but he truly held in mind that small gestures were ones that counted, that proved affection and want. Surely, she and he might've shared quite the... sensuous kisses before, but still, it didn't mean they had to skip out on the more corny parts of a relationship.

He thought about it thoroughly as he washed his hair, the lukewarm water of the dripping shower head further enhancing his hyperactivity, unable to hold himself together. He was sure that he had never washed his hair any faster.

Quickly jumping out of the shower, he dried his hair and managed to rummage through his clothing for the best Hanbok he owned, and after much searching –And messing up his closet- he laid his hand on it, one that was gifted to him by his own grandmother. It was truly, to say the least, a work of art.

Sheer, white, lavender. It truly reminded him of the upcoming winter and he grinned. Slipping on the garment, he tried his best to make it look as good as he possibly could without Jin-hyung's help, and as he looked at himself in the mirror, he truly believed he had done a great job.

Sitting down by his vanity, his eyes gazed at the numerous products that were set there and he quickly picked up a simple face cream that he applied rather quickly, simply to look a bit lively, and a pair of earrings were hooked onto his ears, followed by the black sheer Gat that men sported ever so neatly during the Joseon Dynasty.

To him, he looked presentable enough.

To anyone else, he looked like a dazzling scholar from the elderly era, with his stoic but sweet features, the light colors enhanced his already present beauty. He looked outstandingly attractive. A work of art.