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Age Recommendation: 18+
Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, light smut as in making out, BITING, sucking blood, Jimin being a vampy asshole.
Word Count: 810
Summary: Jimin has hired you as his new club’s bartender, and now he wants to see if you’re up for the job. You might be able to handle pouring and making drinks, but can you handle being the drink?
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Jimin made himself comfortable on a stool. “Let’s take a break, shall we? Pour me a drink?”
“What would you like?” I asked, knowing he was actually testing me.
He hummed, tapping a finger to his chin like he was actually thinking about it. “How about a cojinganmek?” he said.
“Please. Give me a challenge,” I said, rolling my eyes. I quickly made the drink, set a napkin down, and presented it to him.
“Very nice,” he said, smiling once more. He downed the drink easily, dabbing at his mouth with the napkin once he was done.
“Want anything else?” I asked, not being serious. He did have to drive home, after all.
Jimin leaned over the counter, putting his chin in his hand delicately, eyeing me closely with amusement dancing in his eyes. “A kiss.”
I did a double-take, nearly dropping the glass I was holding. Jimin laughed outright, standing up. He placed a hand on the bar counter and vaulted over it easily, light and graceful. I stepped back, suddenly nervous. He came close anyway, placing a hand on either side of me, effectively trapping me with my back to the bar. “That’s what I want,” he said, his voice deepening. “Is that what you want?”
I opened my mouth but no words came out. He smelled so good, and he bit down on his bottom lip, making the offer doubly enticing. I couldn’t explain how he drew me in despite all my misgivings, but he’d managed to do it. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since our non-date, and I’d secretly hoped he’d invite me out again. Sure, I’d play hard-to-get, but at least then I’d know it was for real and not some ploy. Either way, even if he wasn’t planning on sticking around, I still wanted him. Whatever I might have with Jimin might draw me out of my bitter shell and allow me to finally move on and start dating again.
Jimin leaned in, and I couldn’t help turning my head to the side, squeezing my eyes closed. “I won’t ask again, y/n,” he breathed into my ear. “Do you want this?”
All my resolve and logic screamed at me to say no, but I threw all of that out the window with one shaky syllable. “Y-Yes.”
Jimin let out a deep chuckle, the pride of victory dripping from his voice. “I knew you would.”
He turned and kissed my cheek, leaving feathery kisses along my face until he reached my lips, fully enveloping them with his own. He agonizingly took his time, feeling my mouth with his, drawing a palm upward to rest on my cheek. Impatient, I slipped my fingers through the belt loops on his pants and snapped his hips into mine, to which he groaned and grabbed my waist with both hands, squeezing tight. Suddenly he lifted me onto the counter and shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting me from all angles. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, tugging him as close as possible. We broke apart, panting, and I gasped as he started kissing my neck, going further and further down until he reached my sweet spot where my neck and shoulder connected.
I let out a moan. This was exactly what I needed. “Jimin, oh Jimin, that feels good,” I groaned incoherently.
He growled in response. “Agreed.”
Suddenly, I felt teeth on my skin, and he lightly nipped up and down my neck which I knew would blossom into small bruises later. “Careful,” I sighed, not wanting hickeys everywhere.
He didn’t stop, though. He bit at my sweet spot, hard, and sucked. “Jimin, wait, that kind of hurts,” I murmured, putting my hands on his chest and giving a light push. He didn’t budge, merely grunting in response.
His lips came apart from my skin with a pop, and I thought he was done, but then I felt something graze my skin once more before he bit down on my neck, hard. “Ouch!” I yelped, pushing him backward. Despite my use of force, his body didn’t give way, his hands around my waist firmly keeping me in place.
“Jimin, stop! Let go!” I cried out, feeling warm liquid drip down my neck. Slurping and sucking sounds were the only thing I got in response. Was he… drinking my blood? I cried out, struggling as hard as I could to no avail. I started feeling light-headed and nauseous as he continued feeding on me, gulping down my blood as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.
My vision started going spotty, and the last thing I saw before everything went black was him pulling back, gasping. Bloody, pointed fangs protruded from his mouth, the color matching his eyes which were now a deep, cold red.
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One-Shot: A Sip Of Eternity (JJK)

pairing: vampire!Jungkook x f!reader genre: vampire!AU, coffee shop!AU, yandere-ish? idrk warnings: foul language, obsession, mentions of blood and ripped out organs, death, hunger, feeding off humans and animals, throwing up, Jungkook doesn't know what hit him, reader is sus, allusion of abuse, lmk if I forgot something word count: ~ 4.370
a/n: okay...I know I said I'm taking a break from writing while mini-me and I are down with sickness BUT hear me out....those fever dreams...uffff👀....I just had to write it down somehow. It's not edited and I think it's a bit jumbled up at places-sorry for that. I'll think about rewriting it, when I'm at full capacity again. Until then, have fun reading👀
a/n 2: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕
🎵K.Flay - High Enough🎵 Do you see anyone other than me? Baby, please I'll take a hit of whatever you got Maybe two, maybe three Oh, you're phenomenal, feel like a domino, fall to my knees I am a malady, you are my galaxy, my sweet relief, oh, oh, oh
Thursday morning
It has been 811 years, 296 days, 13 hours, and 49 minutes since he was turned. 811 years, 296 days, 13 hours, and 49 minutes far too long, too boring, too repetitive. Jungkook has seen it all. He’s done it all. But this little human right in front of him? No, you’re new. Exciting, even.
He’s been the chief of this city for half his immortal life, running a cafe for his kind, invisible to anyone else.
So why on earth did a human find its way in here? And why do you smell so, so delicious?
“Back off or you’re dead” Jungkook growls in his head. The other vampires stop immediately, no longer ready to pounce. Knowing they don’t stand a chance against him, they only watch.
“Hello,” you say shyly, with the softest smile he’s ever seen.
“Good morning.” He scans your hands, looking for a wedding band, but your fingers are empty. “Miss.”
You flush, your heartbeat picking up. You’re cute, he thinks. So innocent.
“I said back the fuck off!” His voice booms, snapping the other vampires out of their trance. “What can I get you?”
“I’m new here…I mean in town…and here at this coffee shop, obviously…so…ehm…could you…if it’s not a bother…recommend something?” You stutter, your heartbeat now through the roof. Calm down, he thinks.
“Sure. The crimson latte is the most popular.” Of course, it is; it’s full of blood.
“That sounds fancy.” You cringe. “I’d like one, please.” Your voice is so soft, like a feather drifting in the breeze.
“Coming right up.” Jungkook turns to the coffee machine. “Okay, listen here, you little shits. If anyone in this godforsaken city even looks her way, they’re getting staked. You hear me? Spread the news. This little human is mine.”
A chorus of acceptance of his command echoes in his mind. Looking over his shoulder, he sees you looking around, oblivious. You’re wearing a summer dress, its colour making your skin glow. Your hair is beautifully styled, and your makeup matches your style so effortlessly it’s making him a little breathless. Or maybe it’s your quick pulse; he isn’t sure.
Just as he reaches for the blood on the counter, his fingers halt. Idiot, he reprimands himself. Shaking his head lightly, he takes the strawberry syrup and pours it into your coffee. This will do, he thinks.
Turning around, he falters, seeing your blinding smile. Your eyes sparkle like the tutus he sees little girls wear.
You look so sweet. Would you taste the same? But he won’t do anything. Your poor, precious soul shouldn’t be harmed.
“Here you go, enjoy.” He says, and when your fingers brush his, he feels a jolt. Retreating his fingers instantly, he looks at you with wide eyes.
You’re also startled by his reaction, your eyes wide and full of apology as if he was repulsed by you, which is not true.
“Sorry…how much do I owe you?” Your voice is like tiny bells to his ears.
“No worries. It’s on the house.” Jungkook wants so badly to reassure you, to smile, but all he manages is a twitch of his lips.
Your gaze drops down to his lips, and he’s impressed and elated you noticed his attempt at smiling. When your breathtaking smile reappears on your lush lips, his dead heart sings. Or is it his thirst?
It doesn’t matter. Because when you leave, he’s sure he’ll never see you again.
Friday Evening
Jungkook can smell you before he turns. Why are you back again? He thought it was a coincidence you could enter yesterday. An error in the spell protecting his shop from human eyes. But two days in a row seems troubling.
“Hobi, go out, find a human and bring it before the shop. See if it sees us.”
“Yes, JK.”
You’re now standing directly behind him, the counter separating you both. You’re not even a minute into his shop, and your scent has overpowered every molecule in the air. His thirst burns in his throat. He needs to hunt tonight. Damn you. If it weren’t for your delicious blood, he would have held on for a week more.
Jungkook takes a deep breath to ground himself, but it’s the worst decision of his dead life. Your scent now clings not only to his skin but to every cell of his.
Nonetheless, he turns around. But now he’s not sure anymore if it’s your scent or the sight of you that’s more compelling.
Dressed in another flowy summer dress, you look like a goddess. A human goddess, he corrects himself.
“Hello again.” Your smile blinds him, and even though it’s as bright as the sun, it doesn’t burn him. Or does it? Because he feels excruciatingly helpless.
What should he say? What did you say? What time of day is it even? He’s not sure. He’s also not sure who he is. No, that’s a lie. He knows who he is. He’s a vampire, an old vampire. But why does he feel so basic beside you?
“Hello.” He hears the snorts of the other patrons in his head, and they all get a glare in return.
You turn around briefly, then look at him questioningly.
“The usual?” He needs to distract you.
“Oh. Yes, sure! This strawberry latte was soooo delicious. The best coffee I ever had. You must have magic hands or something. Really, when I finished it, I thought, ‘Wow, you need one more.’ And then I thought…” You trail off again, face flushing, heartbeat accelerating as if hunted down, but your eyes turn sad, and you stare at the counter. “Sorry.” Despite his inhuman hearing, he needs to strain to hear your whispered apology.
“I’m glad you liked it.” What’s wrong with him? Why is he consoling you? Argh, you’re so pathetic, Jeon. Whatever.
Jungkook turns around in a rush, starting to prepare your coffee. Your heartbeat now slows down second by second. And it’s nearly at normal when he pours the strawberry syrup in it.
Just as he’s nearly finished, your heart rate rises in panic. He turns around at that, seeing you take a step back from the counter. But you’re looking to your left. And as he follows your view, he sees why.
“Pete.” Jungkook’s voice is grave. Said man startles and looks him in the eyes, like a child caught doing something it shouldn’t. “Sit the fuck down.” And down he sits.
When Jungkook turns back to you, you look at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly open. But it’s not fear he sees in your eyes but pure admiration and respect.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t just now push his chest up a little more. And he would be lying if he said he felt more powerful than he does now.
He steps to the counter, this time placing your not-so-crimson latte on it. Again, your smile and gratitude throw him for a loop he can’t understand.
When you leave with a wave and the door falls shut, he takes off his apron and turns to Pete. A terrified Pete.
“Get up. Follow me.”
And both disappear through the back door, Jungkook the only one with a blood-dripping heart in his equally bloody hand coming back.
Monday Morning
The weekend was horrible. No, it was more than that. If there was a word for the hell he went through, Jungkook would send a thank you note to whoever invented it.
Friday night, Jungkook was starving, so he went for his hunt. At first everything went smoothly, as always; he lured a poor soul in, took a bite, but then everything went downhill. The blood tasted foul.
Thick like tar, bitter like coffee grounds—he threw the sip of blood up in an instant, coughing violently while pushing the human away. He couldn’t help but heave like a cat trying to throw up a hairball.
Saturday night, the same thing happened. Lure, bite, puke.
And guess what? Surprise, surprise, Sunday night was the same again.
So, when Monday morning came, and with it your positive, content, chipper self with your savory, inviting, toothsome blood—oh boy, Jungkook wanted to cry like a baby.
To suppress the growing hunger, he starts counting the seconds, but when you stand before him, and he knows you’d never have a chance if he wanted to taste you, he’s done.
So done that he starts smiling at you.
No, not a friendly "hey there"-smile. A grimace more fitting on the face of a psychopath. But where’s the difference between him and a psychopath, really?
You beam at him regardless, not phased at all. “Hey! Your smile suits you! Your teeth are so nice!”
Jungkook malfunctions at that. His face falls, and he rolls his tongue over his teeth as discreet as he can. Did he show his fangs by accident? No. Hm.
“Thank...you...?” He questions you more than really being grateful for the compliment.
“I’d like the usual, please.” The wide, happy smile just doesn’t leave your face.
He’s only able to nod, and again like routine, turning around and doing his job. Your scent makes his hands shake uncontrollably. He’s starving, his stomach squeezing uncomfortably. He waits a moment so he’s able to continue.
“She’s checking out your butt,” Hobi giggles.
“Shut up.” But he can’t help but flex his buttocks and thighs on purpose while shifting from one foot to the other. He stops abruptly, realizing his doings. Why is he like this? He sobs internally, this isn’t him.
Jungkook again starts counting the seconds, willing his hands to stop shaking again, but this time he just can’t.
When he looks over his shoulder, he catches you indeed checking out his butt. Your eyes snap up, locking with his. You’re clearly embarrassed, and your little heart starts pounding violently. No, please don’t.
He forces his eyes back to the coffee. It takes all his willpower to take the cup and hand it to you without spilling its contents.
You thank him, as always, with a smile more soothing than any high he’s ever experienced.
“See you tomorrow.” Your airy voice wraps around him, squeezing his airways tighter.
“Bye,” Jungkook presses out, barely able to gulp the saliva collecting in his mouth.
The air in the coffee shop turns still with your departure, and he’s finally able to breathe normally again.
Tuesday Morning
This time he sees you outside his shop through the windows. You’re looking up at the sign and with that your face lights up.
You enter, and Jungkook is already on edge. The way you navigate his shop, as if it’s a normal coffee place, unnerves him to the core. How do you keep finding this place?
“Hobi, did you check the spell again?”
“Yes, JK. It’s still intact.”
Your presence disrupts his thoughts again. His body reacts the same way it does every time you’re near: adrenaline courses through his veins, making his hands shaky and his hunger rise exponentially.
You approach the counter, your scent now a familiar, maddening presence.
“Good morning...” Your soft voice trails off, and he finds himself leaning closer to hear you better.
“I'm Jungkook. Hello.” He feels foolishly pleased at how natural his voice sounds while his insides are on panic mode. “The usual?”
“Yes, please. Your strawberry latte is the highlight of my day.”
He turns with a nod and prepares your drink. His dead heart stirs, and he chides himself for being affected by your words and presence. He’s a vampire, the vamp-chief of the city, not some lovesick human.
Wait. Stop. What? He’s not lovesick.
When he places the drink before you after he’s finished, your smile is radiant. “Thank you.”
He watches shocked as you find a seat, not leaving like the days before. His eyes narrow at any vampire who dares look your way. You are his. No one else must interfere.
And it’s 52 minutes later when you leave with a wave his way. But who’s counting?
Wednesday evening
Yesterday he tried to feed off of animals. It went as horrible as he expected. And when you didn’t show up today, he didn’t know if he’s euphoric from the break from you or dejected because you need a break from him.
So when the door chimes this evening, and there you are again, he doesn’t know how to feel nor react. Jungkook’s throat burns in an instant, his thirst intensifying to infinity. He considers closing the shop early, but your smile as you approach the counter makes him change his mind.
“Hi, Jungkook.” Your cheerfulness is infectious, despite his inner turmoil.
“Hi. The usual?”
“Yes, thank you.” You lean in closer, and he catches your scent full force. It’s torture and pleasure combined. Oh, what a beautiful drug you seem to be to him.
As he prepares your drink, he overhears a couple of vampires discussing you. His glare silences them instantly. No one must threaten you. Not while he’s here.
“Today’s been so busy, I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Oh, what am I saying? I’m not your only customer. You’re clearly busy all day and probably didn’t even notice I wasn’t here.” You’re so cute, he wants to eat you. Literally.
“I’ve noticed” Your eyes meet his as he hands you the latte, and for a moment, he forgets to breathe. He can see your racing heart, all the veins zeroed into his sight. Your blood is being pumped furiously through your whole system. “Thank you, Jungkook.”
“Anytime…” His voice is softer than intended, startling him to the core. He needs to fucking feed.
You say your name in the lightest voice he has ever heard in all his centuries, and he thinks he might faint for some inexplicable reason.
After you've left, he's seconds away from murder when Hobi, sipping his actual crimson latte by the window, teases, “You’re so whipped.”
Monday Morning - One Week Later
Okay. So. You haven’t shown up since Wednesday evening.
By Friday, Jungkook ordered his subordinates to comb through the whole city to search for you and make sure you were fine. They came back empty-handed.
So, on Saturday, he did it himself.
On the positive side, he could feed on some stray cats. It still tasted like shit, but he managed to suppress the gag reflex.
On the negative side, he didn’t find you. Your scent is unique to him; he's sure he could find it in the middle of an overcrowded stadium, but for some unknown reason, he couldn’t trace it at all.
Thinking it had to do with the nauseating taste of the cats, he searched the rest of the weekend. Every corner, every nook of this shit hole of a city, but it was as if you had disappeared into thin air.
To say he’s surprised to see you enter his shop this morning would be an understatement.
You look drained. The colour and brightness he’s used to seeing you radiate are dull. Your face is sunken in, and your eyes lack their usual sparkle.
“Good morning, Jungkook.” Your voice sounds hoarse, void of the warmth he learned to yearn for in your absence.
“Where were you?” He didn’t mean for his voice to come out this grave, and he winces internally when you look startled and take a step back. “Sorry…”
“I... I needed to go back to... to my hometown for a couple of days. I…” Your pupils tremble, and Jungkook isn’t sure if you’re scared of him or what happened in your hometown. “I forgot some important stuff there... and... it was hard to come back here.”
You’re a riddle. He just can’t figure you out. But the person he sees before him isn’t the girl he got to know. Yes, he doesn’t know much about you, but he knows that this isn’t you—this is a shadow of who you can be.
“You’re regretting coming back?” He needs to know if your state is due to leaving your hometown or leaving this city.
So, when your eyes shine with a silver lining on your lower lash line, and your voice breaks in a barely audible hush saying, “No,” he knows he’s going to take matters into his own hands.
“Good you’re back then.” He stares into your eyes, a flicker of warmth returning at his words. “The usual?” A tiny nod from you is answer enough for him to prepare your latte.
“You heard her. Find this hometown and figure out what happened.” At that, three vampires rise from their seats and are gone within seconds as you look on curiously.
“Jungkook?” His hand halts mid-air as he’s just about to reach for the strawberry syrup, your small voice blaring in his every fibre.
He doesn’t move when you whisper, your voice oh so fragile, “Thank you.”
He stares at his hand, which still hovers mid-air. What should he do? What would be appropriate human behaviour? He doesn’t know anymore. He’s too far gone to know that after centuries of being this emotionless creature. But is he really that emotionless when his dead heart seems to stir since he met you? He isn’t sure anymore.
Nodding once, he hopes it suffices. And when he’s done with your cup and turns around, he knows it did. Because the small smile and gentle sparkle in your eyes are something he seems to reciprocate without wanting to.
“You’re an angel, thank you.” Both your hands gently take the cup out of his large one, brushing them so feathery and warm that it isn’t a jolt that runs through Jungkook’s body but a sparkle as bright and soothing as the light in your eyes when you gaze at him.
Tuesday Morning
When you enter today, you’re wearing cozy loungewear and carrying a book in one hand.
So adorable.
So when you step towards the counter, Jungkook can’t help but lean on it with his elbows to be closer to you. He takes a deep breath of your scent and he’s high again. Even though it amplifies his hunger, your scent has become his drug, and he can’t resist it anymore.
“Good morning, ___,” he hears himself purr, and when a chorus of laughs echoes in his mind, he really couldn’t care less. Because in his vision, there’s only you. He wonders, do you see anyone other than him, too?
“Hey, Jungkook. Lovely morning, isn’t it?” you chirp, now standing so close he can almost taste your blood on his tongue. The pulse at your neck calls his name.
“It’s quite buzzing,” he husks. If only you knew that it’s you who has him all buzzed. If he could just have a little taste...
“Is it okay if I stay in today? I’m off of work and it’s getting so lonely at my apartment…” You bat your eyelashes at him, and those tiny waves of air drifting into his face nearly make him fall to his knees.
“Of course.” He licks his lips, imagining the taste of you on them.
You look down at the motion. “Good,” you husk back, equally drunk on him, it seems.
“The usual?” Jungkook straightens, no longer able to be this close to you. A flash of disappointment washes over your face and he sees you retreating into yourself even more.
“Yes, please,” you say rather sadly, staring at the counter separating you.
As he pours the coffee into your cup, the door chimes.
“JK, we found out what happened,” one says breathlessly.
When he turns briefly, you look at the three vampires skeptically. All three are standing in the middle of the room, staring at Jungkook without saying a word.
“Hey guys, take your seats, I’ll be there in a minute.” Jungkook glares over your head at them. They seem to get the message and do as he says.
“Next time make it more obvious, will you?” The irritation oozes off him and he finishes your latte with more force than necessary.
When he turns around and sees you, still so innocently looking into his eyes as if he were a hero just for existing, his irritation vanishes instantly.
“Here you go, beautiful.” WHY DID HE SAY THAT?!
Your heart stops, then you turn as red as the blood in your veins, and your heartbeat hums as fast as a hummingbird’s. Please don’t die...
“Thank you.” You take your cup with shaky hands and stumble slightly to a free nook, sitting down and staring at the cover of your book until he hears your heart go back to normal.
He walks over to the three vampires who investigated what happened to you, and when they tell him what your uncle did to you again and again, he unleashes the beast he’s known for.
Hushed as the whole conversation, he orders with a sinister smile, “Go kill him and everyone who knew and didn’t do shit.”
The rest of the day he spends watching over you, bringing you more lattes on the house, and using every opportunity to stand near you.
At midday, you ask if he serves anything to eat, and even though he knows he doesn’t—well, for humans he doesn’t—he says he’ll bring you some pastry.
“Go to the bakery at the other end of the city and bring some cake as fast as you can,” he orders Hobi, who chuckles and shakes his head but goes immediately.
He’s back in a couple of seconds.
As Jungkook serves you the cake as if it were his, you thank him profoundly. “You take such good care of me.”
If he had blood running through his veins, he would blush. So he flees to the backroom to shred the packaging, destroying all evidence of his care for you.
Wednesday Morning
You enter the coffee shop again, wearing a beautiful dress, but your gaze is fixed on the phone you're clutching in your hand.
Like a puppet on autopilot, you stand before Jungkook, not once looking up.
"The usual, please."
Jungkook doesn't like this. Why aren't you looking at him? What's with you?
Did something happen again? "Are you alright?"
At that, you finally look up, startled like prey facing a predator. You're clearly in shock, and he's sure it's not because of him.
"He's dead," you mumble.
"Who?" He knows.
"My uncle." You sigh, a smile spreading on your face. Not your usual one, but one that's neither fully sinister nor relieved. A perfect blend, he concludes.
The darkness suits you.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I hope he rots in hell."
Jungkook snorts, and your loud laugh in response is music to his ears.
"So, the usual for celebration today?"
"Hell yeah!" You cheer, which earns you some agreeing laughs from the other patrons around you.
Your eyes sparkle more than ever.
Jungkook turns around, the euphoria in your veins too strong for him to ignore the hunger screaming inside him.
"I'm finally free. I can go wherever I want now," you muse behind him while Jungkook's heart drops to the cold, hard floor.
No. No, no, no. That was not the plan.
"Will you leave?" His nerves are over the roof, and even though his instincts urge him to drink you dry, he turns around to gauge your reaction.
"No." Your voice is determined, not any less euphoric than minutes ago. "I'm safe here, aren't I?"
There's a challenge in your eyes. As if you're aware of where you are, who he is, who you're with at the moment.
Jungkook cocks his head sideways, challenging back, "Are you?"
The glee on your face is replaced by the most unarmed look he has seen in his life. Your eyes drip with adoration and devotion when you say, "I'm safe when I'm with you."
"Leave. Now." He barks out, and while the coffee shop starts to empty, your delicate voice calls after them, "Yeah, please leave."
The room freezes, every vampire on high alert when they realise you could hear all they ever said to each other.
Jungkook watches you sharply, calculating the threat you might pose.
But when nothing seems suspicious or even dangerous, he nods to the others, and they fly out.
The silence between you and him hangs heavy, your heartbeat gaining in power and speed with every second.
"What are you?" Jungkook forces out.
Your eyes soften even more at him, tears collecting again at your lower lashes. "I don't know."
He knows you're telling the truth. So when your next words reach him, he can't hold back any longer.
"Please don't make me leave you."
Jungkook springs over the counter, embracing your tiny, fragile form in his arms. When your fingers cling onto his tall frame as if your life depends on it, and you turn your neck to offer him your carotid artery, he's a goner.
You're not only his new drug but also his only supplier.
"Please don't ever let me go."
Your words flutter against his whole being, intoxicating him further. And it's the squeeze of your tiny hand on his right bicep that unleashes him. He takes a deep breath of your scent and sinks his fangs into your neck.
You moan instantly, running your right hand through the hair on his neck.
You're it for him. He was right. You're fucking it for him. He'll never go back from you. Your taste invades his mouth, and every cell in his body sings with it. The buzz is so strong, he thinks it compares to a golden shot.
"I love you so much," you whisper, your hands running softly over his cold skin.
He retreats, high on you, pupils dilated, with a mouth smeared with your blood.
You look up at him with hooded eyes, the love and admiration pouring into his with every second.
It has been 811 years, 279 days, 15 hours, and 34 minutes since he started walking on Earth. 811 years, 279 days, 15 hours, and 34 minutes until he finally says the words for the first time:
"I love you."
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