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What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 2: MÉTAMORPHOSE I

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🩸 The butterfly peaks its wings through the chrysalis. 🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are." Main work list.

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Angst, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 3216

⚠️ Chapter warnings: gore, blood, angst

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You felt the other man’s eyes on you before diverting your head his way. His stare was intense as if he wanted to read you, or see through you. Taehyung tensed at your side, his voice sounded powerful like a leash around the neck.

“Careful how you look at her.” The other male just smiled at him, changing his expression completely. Suddenly looking like a fluffy bunny. 

“She smells like you…” the stranger replied with a chuckle, almost blushing, letting his undercut faded green hair, fall to the side. “I think no one would dare to touch her.”

His comment reminded you about the activities in the little space under the room's floor and you sniffled yourself quietly to know what it was like. The smell of the cotton clean white dress that you wore but didn’t remember changing into, hit first, with its fresh laundry scent, making you feel cozy. Then, the smell of sex and blood, hit your nostrils. His scent on your skin, clear and distinguishable like you could choose what particles you wanted to get the hint of. The smell of your own blood, mixed with Taehyung's, making the tingle feeling on your eyes and fangs happen again. It made the bunny-man chuckle softly. 

You noticed a strange prickle in your skin but didn’t dare to look.

“She looks kind of feral right now but he can still snap her like a twig if she breathes the wrong way near him." added the other while examining you from head to toe and his tongue poked between his front teeth with a smile when your eyes met. 

“He won’t–” interjected Taehyung, calmly.

"He can try." you barked and stood with your fangs on displayed, not ever knowing who you were talking about but understanding the statement as a threat. A smirk appeared on his lips as you felt Taehyung's eyes on your back, then you guessed they switched to his companion, as his attitude turned more submissive this time.

"I didn't mean to offend. Still, you should know your place… Anya.” he pronounced with narrowed eyes and a seductive smirk. “I’m older...” he whispered. Taehyung then stood to hug you from the back, his head rested on your shoulder, surprising you. "I'm Taehyung's younger cousin, Jungkook. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand to shake, but when you didn't respond Taehyung moved your hand to Jungkook's, allowing him to kiss it.

The whole situation was surreal and made it very difficult for you to know what to do. All you seemed to be able to do was take what came and act through instincts and impulses. It all made you feel strange, too used to things being under control.

“I have all you need, waiting for you in the bathroom.” Tehyung offered, letting go of his embrace to switch positions, hands resting on your back as he pulled you closer to his body. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the bridge of your nose. You rested your hands on his hard but welcoming chest and looked at him, reaching for a kiss only to receive a nose rub against yours. “Go, get ready.” he playfully demanded and let you go.

"Nice. She's going to stay here with you." you heard Taehyung say as you turned off the tub.

“You're going to ask the king for advice, won't you? She…” he lowered his voice a lot there but you focused your hearing, surprised on how you were able to get it. “...the change yet… I mean, I don’t mind cleaning up but I know nothing about teaching new vampires. Like… This-This is a mess hyung…”

“I just want her to relax while her body-” you suddenly heard a loud, high pitch ring that made you cover your ears and squint your eyes. Feeling dizzy, your vision blurred and you could hear your muffled breath become erratic. With your  damp hands, you rubbed your face and you shook yourself to wise up your senses but it didn’t work. 

When you tried to grab the edge of the bathtub, one of your nails separated from the flesh and went up. The terrifying image repeated itself on the other hand. For what felt like an hour, every single nail was pushed out by a newly growing one. 

The tinnitus lowered with your change of focus but it was still there, persistent on its purpose, whatever it was. Then you thought that was probably part of the change and that your body was now getting rid of old cells. So you had to be shedding dead skin too. Getting "healed" from all the "damage" in your body, to have a healthy and appealing appearance to attract your victims. Just like Taehyung had demonstrated a few hours ago. It all made too much sense to not be like that.

Looking at the back of your shoulder where the dry blood was on patches now a mix of dead skin raising and newborn skin, the tattoo there was mostly gone. You were sure you could just peal it off but the idea made you squirm in disgust. 

Then you stood from the tub and ran to the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection looking back. Your hair was some inches longer and became super soft by the roots. The dye had faded through the parts where your hair was still alive. Every piercing hole reverted to what it once was pristine skin. Your face's skin only with some patches of the old one on the chin and the jawline looked flawless and radiant, as if the last times of not taking proper care of yourself and your diet had disappeared. Your teeth were straight and shining white, as if a new set had been grown overnight. You realised the high pitch sound had stopped, then turned around searching for your scars, with that discomfort out of the way. 

The one at your knee from playing in an abandoned lot when you were eight was gone. The one on your foot from when you stepped on a poking nail at the age of eleven had also disappeared. The same happened with the rest and you were astonished. 

Then, trying to go back to the bathtub, you slipped on the wet mess on the floor and slammed your jaw against the thick porcelaine edge. The crack sound and the taste of blood made you run to the mirror again. Spitting out in the sink as you noticed something rolling in your tongue, a molar tooth was projected against it with its characteristic tinkle sound. 

“SHIT!” you cussed, poking with your tongue at the bleeding cavity. "FUCK!”

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll grow again.” said Taehyung behind you, leaning on the closed door. 'I didn't latch the locker…'

“How come?” you asked, noticing the bleeding was slowing down and the healing power of your platelets was working to close the wound. He approached to lead you back inside the tub with graceful movements, holding your hand. Then poured toffee and honey scented soup in a brand new loofah, to rub it on your neck and back, pulling off any spots of dead skin with gentleness. “I’m waiting…” you told him, opening your eyes and meeting his.

“I’ll start with the explanations when we finish this.” he asserted. “You’re immortal now, have plenty of time for everything. You’ll have to learn that too.” he explained.

“That’s not entirely true, right? The sun-” you questioned. 

He chuckled and smiled.

“That’s a legend. We don’t burst into flames with the sunrise as they’d say.” he replied. “It’s uncomfortable and it does burn us easier than it does with humans, but there’s sunscreen, glasses and all that nice stuff that will make it easier and safer. So that’s not really a thing.” he explained. 

“What about silver bullets?” he chuckled longer this time, boxy smile doing its appearance again. 

“We heal easily from anything that doesn’t affect a vital organ. If it does hit a vital organ, which would be just bad luck because you’ve seen how fast we can do things… It depends. A go through wound, where the ‘weapon’ gets out of the body, will heal. It takes a little bit longer and things do hurt, as you’ve already experienced. You’ll get more or less used to the pain, and will be able to act past it. Most of the time. Lord… You really are pulling my tongue aren’t you?” he then realized.

“Is that a ‘talent’?” you inquired. "I don't recall doing anything, I'm just listening."

“I don’t know if it’s a ‘talent’ but it’s definitely a talent.” he giggled, placing your right hand over his thigh to take care of your arm.

“Why me?” you questioned. Your smile faded, along with his.

“That’s a good question with no easy answer,” he said. “Let’s leave it as… I felt like it.” he added. You pulled your hand and eyes away, processing; feeling wrong as it were as if you expected to be ‘special’.

“That’s capricious.” you pronounced, noticing his eyes on you but not daring to look at him and let your building up anger get the best of you. “You don’t just-turn someone because you feel like it.” You puffed air, in disbelief.

“With my age, believe me that there’s not much remorse on what you do or you don’t.” he voiced sternly but you noticed the crack in his words, a lie. As if you knew him enough to know that. But you whined down the brewing anger and worked your wheels to get to the truth.

“That’s a lie and I know why.” you told him, finally looking at him. “The way you looked at me before I started turning, was exactly that, remorse–" 

“I’m not sadistic. That’s all it was.” he sincerely proclaimed and this time you believed him. “I wouldn’t enjoy seeing someone in pain even if I did it on purpose. It’s just not in our nature and you can probably guess why.”

“Otherwise you’d probably exterminate us all.” you concluded. 

“Exactly.” he said, grabbing your hands again. “Your nails are going to be strong, try to keep them neat. They cut like knives.” he commanded, while switching his vision from them to your eyes again.

“Am I a servant or something?” you wondered. The whole ‘I felt like it’ undermining any sense of belonging or purpose. 

“Does it look like I want you to be my servant?” he replied with his eyebrows up, as if caught off guard. "One doesn't sleep with those who serve him, it's turbulent and brings problems most of the time." 

So you decided to guess.

“Entertainment?”  

“No...” he replied sternly.

“Soldier?”

“No.”

“Cook…?” 

“No.” this time he looked away, jaded.

“Your martial arts teacher?”

“No…" he raised a brow there, starting to look annoyed.

“Sex-slave!” 

“No- What the fuck, Anya?” he grilled, meeting your eyes again.

“Just making sure you weren’t answering automatically.” you said naughtily, yet putting on an unharming face. “So you haven’t thought what to do with me yet…” you concluded.

“Haven’t I told you-?”

“Yeah, I just don’t buy that.” you shrugged, earning a baffled glance. “I know, I just know. No-one, ever, just does things for the sake of it… Sometimes they don’t even know where the purpose comes from but there’s always one. Just like there’s always a cost.” you told him. “Did you have both your parents growing up?” There he laughed. 

“That’s funny,” he scoffed. “No psychoanalysis of me, love. One, because it won’t work.” Then he moved fast to rub your back fully, making you feel a little bit stressed out. Then he gave you the loofah and pointed to the shower. “Two, you won’t get an answer on what you want to know. Now, finish your shower.” he ordered, closing the transparent curtains. “And by the way, it takes three weeks to grow a new tooth after you turn, try not going around losing them.” And with that he closed the door shut.

“That was cute.” you heard Jungkook say at the other side, presumably  smiling.

“Jungkook-” Taehyung breathed out, tiredness in his tone.

“I know-I know. I’m sorry.” he said before giggling and you were able to hear Taehyung puff air out, assumingly rolling his eyes.

As you went out dressed in another white cotton nightgown, the smell hit you, and you ran through the hallway to the living room that, when you used your hands on the door frame to turn faster, you pulled it out; topping straight away and looking at it shocked. The laughs behind you made you turn to face them. Jungkook clapped as he cracked up.

"Omg…!" he kept on laughing. "Our president will love her." Taehyung nodded. "What brought you here so fast?" 

"Dumplings." You were thirsty, not hungry, although it seemed to you like it was both. Your enthusiasm for food hadn’t gone away. Jungkook started laughing again.

"Oh my-! She's so cute!" he said out of breath. "Jimin will like her too, right? I mean-" Taehyung gave a certain look to him, stern, severe, but not dangerous and Jungkook stopped his prattle.

"Please, sit down, love." said Taehyung, walking his way to the eight seat table and offering you a seat at the right from one of the ends. Then he helped you take a seat.

"You might not know why you created me but you definitely are a gentleman." you appreciated his gesture. He stayed a moment behind you.

"Manners make a man." he responded. "But, what about if we leave the turning and purpose subject alone at the dinner table." he added as he sat down on that end, looking at you.

"Ok." you decided. "I thought you didn't eat." you told him curiously.

"We don't need to eat as it is but it's still enjoyable to do so, from time to time." he replied.

"Our existence is very sustainable, we do not need to create waste or overproduction as humans do." Jungkook commented. "Welcome in, you just became a very green existence with almost no print over the planet!" The idea made you smile. "Pretty." he said, changing to mischief. You ignored the compliment.

"To what do we owe the pleasure then?" you wondered, putting your attention on Taehyung, who had turned towards his cousin.

"Wasn't sure how you'd feel if I threw a person over the table to drink straight from the vain." His stern face, once he looked at you, made it complicated to know if he was joking or stating a fact. "I'm just kidding, we don't do that." he clarified once he noticed the blood was draining from your face, then moved from his static position. 

"How do we feed then?"

"There's people who willingly donate their blood either in bags or they'll just let you fang them…" Responded Jungkook with a giggle, the double meaning joke made you snort and hold your laugh. 

"I thought you could enjoy this." confessed Taehyung. "I mean, we're going to be spending an eternity together. It'll make sense that I start showing you the advantages of your new life." he put the napkin on his chest very sir-like. His look-alike XIV century suit making part of the job. 

"Food is the first thing your kind seems to miss." adds Jungkook.

"Uh… Actually, we are not the same, right? I wanted to ask that." Both of them looked at you but Jungkook only for a second as he took the dumplings out of the steamers to serve them. "I mean, born from turned."

"No, we are not." Taehyung answered. "Do you really wanna know?"  You nodded to his inquiry. "I won't get into the depths of it because I'll bring you books that will answer your questions more objectively but… Pregnancies of our kind last long and our fertility isn't very high. Nature is really wise. In the same way it only allowed us that much, it gave us an alternative. I'm guessing just in case our survival would be put at risk, we could create–"

"Soldiers– That's why– I'm inclined to obey you?" you understood.

"Yes," he said. "That wasn't the reason I created you anyway." he paused there when Junkook placed a bamboo plate in the middle of the table. 

"We are the same because we belong to the same species. We were born from homo sapiens and you are one, then you turn into one of us. But since you aren't born and developed in your mother's womb like we do, you lack certain abilities and your existence seems to be shorter than ours." explained Jungkook. "Sometimes it's even shorter than your normal rate--" you only listened at this point, trying to absorb and process. 

"If I extend," interrupted Taehyung. "your kind, sometimes struggle to adapt and end up killing themselves. Some just weaken and perish with the time." He grabbed a dumpling with his chopsticks and offered it to you, hesitating you took a bite on it. 

"Most of the time, your nature wins. Greed makes you crazy and you’ll become a danger to our kind's safety and it's us who have to finish you." clarified Jungkook, but the set of images their proclamations shot in your brain drained the colour of your face. "Your case is different. Turners, not often feed their spawns with their own blood." said Jugkook with a giggle. When your eyes met Taehyung's, he seemed busted. "Not even when they turn them. A poised bite is more than enough. We work like snakes in that matter."

"Is that wrong?" you asked. "Giving your blood, I mean." 

"Blood is sacred. We choose very carefully with whom we share it…" Jungkook seemed amused.  "and it's always, or ninety-eight percent of the time, with our partners."  he explained. You  blushed while Taehyung was simply silent, looking nowhere. Then his eyes met yours and you felt apprehensive again. What he'd done was meaningful. 'Why won't he tell me why he turned me though? Is it just that? To be his partner?'

"So you turned me to be your partner? No choice there for me– and in case I hesitate–" The thoughtmade your stomach twist, at the verge of throwing up. "You can always use your influence–" 'The attraction… my choice to… it was all fake…'

"I didn't turn you for that. You can say no, I wasn't using my influence when we had sex," you sensed Jungkook leave the room. "and you are free to go and do as you please with your life," Taehyung defined. "In fact, I feel responsible for whatever you do since I turned you but my purpose was fulfilled the moment your fangs poked out. If you'd prefer it I can find you a new mentor. Letting you roam around uninstructed would be a danger to my people. So I won't allow it. Now it's up to you if you want to be around me anymore or not." he finished. Then, looking away, he continued eating. By the intensity of his chew and the slight frown, you could tell he was upset, although his tone had been calm all the time. Even if those details could have easily been missed. 

'~I felt like it...~ He really just felt like it...'

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What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 3: WISE IMMORTALITY

🩸 You'll know the powers given to you. 🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 3117

⚠️chapter warnings: Gore, blood erotism

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After a pregnant silence in which he ate and you just sat down absentmindedly, Jungkook came back, left a book in front of your empty glass and sat down to eat too. When you finally found your mind, you wondered.

"If I decide to stay—"

"I'm listening," said Taehyung once he'd swallowed, meeting your eyes for just a split second, still bothered. You understood you had offended him.

"Will you promise to answer my questions truthfully, no matter how harsh the answer is?" you questioned.

"I think I've been sincere enough till this moment for you to question that.” This time, the irritation transpired on his tone. “Now, if you are going to ask me again why I made you, we can get you a new mentor straight away. I said all I had to say on that matter," he added adamantly. ‘If you’re only my mentor you have a very questionable way to show it…’ you thought, surprising yourself. His eyes lingered on your face, studying you for a second before you spoke.

"Ok. Understood," you said, giving up temporarily. He seemed to relax a bit but it was difficult to tell from his stiff position on the chair. "I have another petition though." he simply nodded. "Can you promise not to use your influence on me?" There he left the chopsticks over the table and turned his upper body to face you, tangling his fingers together on top of the dark wooden surface.

"No. I can't promise that when I'm the only thing that can stop you from killing someone and putting all I care about at risk." he replied calmly. Although he seemed to be expecting an objection, you couldn't, fearing that possibility too. The killing part, at least. "Especially since you've not changed fully yet." your eyes widened. "But, I can promise you, I will only use it when it's strictly necessary—"

"You said I'm not done…?" you breathed out. If you wouldn't have known better, you would have hyperventilated but you kept it together, trying not to think about the pain.

"No, you're not. You're just poking your little baby fangs right now. Your system is still processing the change. Your brain has to adjust. This is not an overnight thing, you were born one way and the bane I placed on you is causing everything in you to change. That requires, at least, some time and, not going to lie, pain too. You'll keep trying to do everything as if you were a human but you're not, and your body won't respond equally. Your bones, nerves, tendons, any internal tissue really, is being upgraded." He made a pause for you to process what he was saying. "The change works fast on the surface, with its own symptoms, like you begin to act as the new thing you’re becoming but internally, as I said, takes time. How long?” He read the question written on your face. “It'll depend on how much energy your cells can take from what you consume. So you'll have to drink plenty of blood if you want it to be quick and get it over with," he explained. His words made you look at your hands and nails, then touch your retracted fangs, assimilating. The elastic skin in your gums that allowed the fangs to move in and out without allowing anything else to enter, feeling slightly different than the rest. Upper, the length of the fang could be felt through and you were astonished. "Try to not press them down with your fingers. It can cause tendinitis and it will hurt like hell. You heal fast, yes, but your fangs won't retract then, so it'll be very uncomfortable and difficult to hide what you are for a while." you had left your mouth alone with the first sentence but at that point, you felt like not touching them again.

"Then I won't," you muttered. "I have another question…”

“What do you wish for?” he wondered.

“Maybe it’s weird, I don’t know,” you said but he only waited for you to speak. “About the blood… Does it all taste the same?" that made Jungkook stop eating and look at you. "I mean, I get the kind of oxide taste it's the same because I've licked a wound before but your blood…" you involuntarily touched your lips with the tip of your fingers, your sight getting lost nowhere as you remembered. "The taste of your blood… It had this undertone— Not that I would know what mine was since I wasn’t—What I am now... But it changed its flavor while I was drinking—” your fingers slid down over to your throat. “It had this kind of— Like— Like when you lick a melting vanilla ice cream in summer. Only your blood was warm— but that slide on my tongue was there, like a creamy, mild, and sweet sensation. And I was wondering—"

Jungkook cleared his throat. "If you'll excuse me," he said with a tense tone. Then he stood, left his dishes on the washing machine, and walked out of the room as you followed him with your eyes. He never met yours.

“Did I say something?” When you tilted your head back to Taehyung for answers, his eyes were set on you. Dark lust stained the blue of them and there was a sort of energy flood between you. “Are you using—What did I do?” you wondered in confusion.

“No…” he said with a fanged smirk. “What you feel, it’s just us. Chemistry.” Suddenly, you felt a need to stand and go to him but it stopped immediately. “That was.”

“Wow…” you whispered and swallowed instinctively. “So, I said something,” you confirmed.

“You did.” His way of lengthening the moment made your skin crawl and your fangs show.

“Can you— break it to me?” you asked as your breath hitched involuntarily. He chuckled in response and wore them down, eyes slowly fading from the ice blue to their natural dark tone.

“Ok.... The way you spoke it was erotic...” Your eyes widened.

“So I basically turned you on,” you confirmed with a cocky smile.

“Me— and Jungkook.” your eyes bulged at his admission and your smile wore off immediately, and so did your fangs. “You’ll learn to see those things easily now if you couldn't before. But to ‘break it to you’, you could walk naked in front of any male vampire and most of us would just ignore it. Not me, I wouldn’t be able to. Wouldn’t try either.” he admitted shamelessly and you couldn’t avoid the the warmth focusing in your cheeks. “But when it comes to blood, we really can’t ignore it. It’s our food, our energy source, and for some reason we— Well, get off on it.” you blushed harder, the naive way in which you had said those words and the way they meant to sin, making you feel sloppy all of a sudden.

“No joking with blood then,” you finally concluded, your eyes diverting to his throat, invited by the conversation.

“No, no joking, ” he stated slowly and lowered an octave. He was smirking and began to bite his bottom lip seductively. You swallowed again, your lips parted for a shallow breath, and your heart rate accelerated as a response. “We don’t talk about it openly as we would do with most subjects, the feeding, I mean. It’s kind of personal and since it used to imply murder, it still stays as a very delicate matter. You know, we used to think that the more we spoke about it, the more unsensible to it we could become, and then it could turn into a greedy act— It’s probably the taboo itself that's turned it into something so— Alluring. But I won’t shame you for speaking. Just keep those thoughts for me, hm? Knowing the effect…” The way his words were flowing through his tongue felt like a caress on your body. He smirked again.

“How are you doing that?” you wondered.

He blinked in bafflement and seemed almost innocent. Suddenly, he chuckled to himself as he looked away to clear his throat. “Sorry, I got lost in the moment,” he admitted. “I’ll teach you all those little tricks when we are done with the basics.”

“This is so interesting.” Carving with his eyes in yours, he nodded for you to proceed. “So, blood does or does not taste the same?”

“No, it doesn’t but this, I’m sure you can figure it out,” he explained but you only stared at him clueless. “Okay, let me put it this way. Wagyu beef is the best in the world, right? Why is that?” he rhetorically asked. “Because those cattles are well fed and taken care of, like royalty cows. So their meat is more marbled. If you extrapolate that to humans, not that I’m saying they are livestock, we can say that the most healthy ones, the ones that take good care of themselves, the happiest are the ones that taste better. Popular opinion, of course. The hormones in the blood are what determines the taste. That’s why our ability to charm and attract a person is given to us. You can create a sort of illusion of happiness, and get them high on you. Besides its main purpose which was for them not to scream and alert their group.” You were about to interrupt him. “Theory first, be patient," he concluded.

“I’m intrigued. Would then a scared person taste bad or not as good? What happens if a person is ill?” you wondered.

“It’s not that it tastes bad but it tastes bitter. I personally prefer the honeyed sweetness that comes with seduction or arousing a person. It's similar to us, we also have hormones traveling our bloodstream and it can change its taste. What you described as melting vanilla ice cream, was that one I have a preference for...” he confessed and you nibbled at your lower lip, thinking about his blood again and understanding now what you tasted was his want for you. He gleamed. “But that’s like a preference. Some vampires like to scare their victims before getting a nibble. Never in a way that produces suffering or any pain or to humiliate the subject though. Just in a way, they can get that taste in the blood. Hunting without using attraction, as it is, does it for them. As I told you, we are not cruel, maybe mischievous but not in a bad way. ” he spoke. “You're not eating, love, the food is getting cold–” he suddenly cut off the conversation and used his chopsticks on a beef-stuffed dumpling to feed you. It tasted heavenly. Your eyes closed as you slowly chewed. You could tell apart flavors and textures in a way you had never done before. “Since you are still changing and getting used to your senses, they might be temporarily inconsistent. Your body is smart, but you can still get overwhelmed and blocked so take it easy on yourself," he recommended. "I bet the taste is more overpowering than what you are used to.” You opened your eyes to see him holding his head on his knuckles with his elbow over the table, looking at you with amusement. "Now you’re given a whole range of possibilities that were numb to you as a human, probably fated to always stay like that.” He paused to open the Chardonnay that stood in a bucket next to the table. He served both your glasses and one for Jungkook. You instinctively looked at the door. “He’ll be back. It’s not like he’s doing anything with what you said,” he said nonchalantly but you flustered at how he’d blurp it without a care in the world. “It was picturesque but not enough to work with,” he insinuated, making you wheeze, then giving up to a nervous laughter. “Are you scandalized? I didn’t say anything,” he smirked.

“Not directly,” you giggled with sarcasm and then he laughed too, and displayed his boxy smile. “So, what about the sick?” you asked after he fed you again. He exhaled a long contemplation before he spoke.

“You’ll kill them.” Your eyes went wide and your lips parted. “You do understand our purpose of existence, right? Since you’re a child of The Guardians, you must know a lot more about us than the general population. I know there’s a program–” You opened your mouth to question how he knew who you were. “I'll get to that in another moment, it's irrelevant right now,” he replied, seemingly guessing what you were about to ask, surprising you, and waiting for your objection to his knowledge. "So, I’m sure they’ve taught you that our existence is a sort of plague control. Of course, with some adding that we are not to befriend. The first is a fact. Everyone has that in mind. The second," he scoffed. "Well, it's because they can’t guess how we work as a whole and fear how difficult it is to stop us if we choose to attack. How we might choose who lives and who dies." He makes a small pause and takes a sip of the bubbly drink, although you can feel he's not done talking. "Attacking an ill person makes sense as a natural equilibrium kind of thing and since your kin has fought very hard to make deadly diseases less deadly, we would be the biggest natural threat to that balance. For those killings, if done, the flavor is completely irrelevant. You are inclined because it's easy, not appealing,” he explained then took a sip and fed you again. “When we drink we can drink until we are full or not. There’s always a choice. If you drink as much as possible to satiate your thirst, you will kill the person, even if it’s healthy. You’ll need at least three liters per day. One and a half liters per feed means two feedings a day. The amount you take depends on your own thirst but anything further than that is a great loss of blood for one victim alone, and if it doesn’t receive treatment straight away or eventually, the person will die.” You couldn't fathom the severity of feeding and its true consequences. It seemed as though there was a dangerous, very thin line between life and death. To someone new like you, it seemed impossible to achieve the right measure while succumbing to the need for blood. “If you choose a weak or ill person, you’ll just kill it. Even if you don’t get to those amounts, you’ll cause that person a loss of blood that needs to heal from whatever it has. So, it’ll get worse and worse until it dies.” he explained. "Naturally, animals won't choose an ill victim, just weaker ones, but human illnesses do not affect us. The most you can get from drinking a virally infected person's blood is a sort of cold. Basically, your blood fights whatever disease that blood may have, but it's so fast it might last only an hour or two up to twelve. Not much more than that. HPV, HIV, cold, flu, or sorts won't affect us because; either our body is immune or has weapons to fight it. All of it’s scientifically proven, of course. Funny little experiments as simple as using a sample of blood from any of us and trying to infect it. You could watch it like a match on your TV but you always know who wins. Hell, we can't even get anthrax, for that matter." You were astonished with how mundane it seemed to him.

“Wow– I feel like I should thank you now– Thank you!" you expressed despite the lack of ability to convey better words to say. He only smiled and shook his head, resting his back on the seat in a less rigid position. He smiled at the appreciation, and a comfortable silence soon followed as you exchanged a lingering glance. He brushed some of your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, while his thumb gently caressed your cheek and trailed down to your chin. The longing in his eyes, as they dipped from yours and down to your lips, revealed he was eager to kiss you again. However, you fought the urge and shook off the heavy exchange as the need to learn more about what you were becoming overtook, "But-- What about cancer?"

"That's the tricky part of it all. Immune system-caused cancers don't affect us, there's only a one-in-a-million chance we'll have a gene failure-produced cancer but untreated or untreatable radiation can provoke it, so we are not immune to it. As to if that would kill us? Most likely won't and we have a high rate of invasive treatment survival, so we can get it sorted that way." he explained. "We adapt easily to most circumstances. Just remember, anything that damages the brain will, most likely, kill you. So, be careful with that too. We are not Gods. Don't lose your ground because your worst enemy is your own stupidity."

"Noted… But I'm curious, would any of you have survived to Chernobyl or Hiroshima, intact?" you wondered.

"None of our kind was in Chornobyl, but I can tell you there were some next to Hiroshima and they are still breathing with no sizable side effects from the bomb or the residual radiation. They were treated when it happened and that was all of it," he explained and fed you again with another type of dumpling. "But they never moved on from the things they saw. The destruction– You can imagine," he interrupted himself when you looked concerned.

The silent reigned after that but the way he seemed to drift in deep thought made you wonder if he had just concealed him being one of the affected. You wondered how many things he would have seen and if he had been by any means accountable for the Shadow Nights. That was what made you realise one fundamental fact, you didn't know a thing about him, not even his age.

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What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 5: Versus II

🩸Spill blood on the board🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 4402

⚠️Chapter warnings: blood, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), vampire hierarchy, mentions of death

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You were sitting on the bathtub's rug, completely unaware of the soft fabric under your fingers and palms, nor the slight moist it still held from the bath you took hours prior. The presence in the living room had your whole attention and you hadn't moved, full attention focused on the intention to listen.

The intruder, Jimin, didn’t seem to wanna leave any time soon, taking a seat on the divan. He cleared his throat and you heard Jungsik move to the table with slow steps that barely weighed over the floor. You heard another bottle of champagne open with a pop and the bubbly liquid pour in a glass. Jungsik moved again and handed it to Jimin, who seemed to have multiple rings on, by the clinking sound of metal against glass you captured when he leaned forward to grab it. For some reason, Jimin chuckled in what you identified as a smirk. The air coming out of his throat like that, set your hairs on end, in an emotion you were unable to identify. 

“So, you think Tae might take much to come back?” he made a slight pause when Jungsik sat down next to him. “I really want to see him.” You didn't hear anything else being said, whatever response Jungsik gave, was non-verbal. Trying to make an effort to grasp on what was going on, the light coming from the door’s keyhole, called your attention and you crawled slowly intending to spy. Just as you did, through the tiny space, you saw Jimin caressing Jungsik’s cheek. He smirked amused for a second and both of them directed their vision towards you. So sudden that you gasped. “Oh!” Jimin let out. “So, someone else is here,” he said as he stood gracefully, like in slow motion, the fine white clothing only adding to the miracle of his image. However, your reaction was to panic and you moved away from the door, breathing erratically although you intended to contain yourself. The way Jungsik made an effort to hide you when he seemed to despise you somehow, was a hint that Jimin discovering you was a bad thing. 

Jungsik was fast to get in front of him, right in front of the door. “It’s just one of my girls, hyung. I let her take a bath, you know…” He spoke animatedly but you noticed, as well as Jimin, the lie lingering in every word he spoke.

“Then, why are you so nervous to show her to me? Are you possessive now? She must be special…” The peachy and toffee tone turned different in the next sentence, “Get off the door, Sik, ” Jimin demanded letting the smile fade. The weight of the air changed, thick with a tension that could be cut with a knife.

“Sik, get out of his way,” said Taehyung behind him, in a serious tone. You were so focused on Jimin that you missed the double door opening and his steps as he came inside the living room with Jungkook.

“Brother!” Jimin said to him and walked away from the door. You and Jungsik seemed to regain your breaths, although you hadn't realised you were holding yours. Both men hugged, patting their backs, and then you felt it before it happened; the intention, the shift in the air. Jimin separated from Taehyung and punched him in the face, making him fall to the floor. “I told you I wanted you to bring her to me, not for you to turn her into your whor-!” He couldn’t finish the sentence. You had fled the bathroom, managed to push away Jungsik when he tried to stop you and were choking Jimin on the floor. Taehyung's lip had split, causing it to bleed, and like a spring you had reacted instinctively to the smell. Like a protector, a well-trained soldier. 

“Let him go,” you heard Teahyung’s deep tone but you didn’t listen. Not the way you had done before. “Let, him, go,” he insisted, and like an outer body experience your fingers separated from the delicate flesh of Jimin’s throat. Feeling his words in you, coming back to reality, out of the red vision, you had realised what you were doing. You stood and moved away, shocked to the core by the sudden impulse. His face was tainted red and his mouth opened to gasp for air, immediately regaining his colour. His eyes bulged the second after and you noticed everyone was looking at you. 

“It didn’t work?” whispered Jungkook, without closing his mouth afterward. 

“You shared your blood with her…” muttered Jimin, incredulous, at the same time, processing things without standing. 

Both sentences made you confused and you looked at Taehyung for an answer. He gestured for you to approach and you did, putting your arms around his chest to give him a hug that he returned. Then you lovingly kissed his jawline and caressed it with your nose, feeling the distress wash away from your body when you realised he was fine. The way you cared for him wasn't a comrade thing, it transcended, and it puzzled you the same way you enjoyed it. You almost couldn’t recognise yourself in your actions, being more instinctive than rational. You licked the remaining blood from the healing wound, choosing, giving in to what you felt, being it a whim or not. Taehyung let out a soft grunt and kissed your forehead.

“So. Just like that, you decided you wanted her. Not consulting, not anything. You just turned her, fucked her, and gave her your blood. Just like that!” said Jimin, consternated. You still struggled to understand how they could tell all those things. Especially, for how Jimin had known about you two sleeping together before he knew you had consumed Taehyung's blood. “I deserved to have my revenge, Taehyung. I had waited so long…” he said, moving to sit on the divan, defeated. “Her mother killed mine… I deserved to take her from them,” he said, looking at him with sharp eyes.

“Were you going to kill her!?” said both twins at the same time, horrified. 

“He was going to turn her and then send her after her own family,” said Taehyung. “How did you put it, brother…? ‘Let nature take its own way.’ But that’s not nature, is it?” He pointed out, sarcastically. You weren’t able to move, you only listened wide-eyed. “Turning her was breaking an old rule of The Oath but sending her to kill would have turned it into a useless piece of paper. And coming from the King’s son, it would have been treason against both species. If there was something left after the unavoidable war that would have been unchained, you would have had nothing to go back to. Just a quick beheading,” he explained. "I couldn't allow it." You moved just enough to look at him, his eyes were on Jimin who was staring back.

“I don’t understand…” you whispered, unable to process the information, then looked at Jimin. “Why would my mom kill yours? What did she do?” you wondered. Jimin stood and you felt the need to run away but Taehyung held you and shushed. Eyes fixed on his brother.

“She didn’t do anything!” He almost growled, the husk on his voice contrasting with his previous sweetened tone. “Your people never think, they just act and regret later! Then there are excuses and more excuses! But what did father do against it?” Taehyung shook his head when you looked at him, telling you to stay quiet. “He just let them go! He called it a mistake, an accident!” Jimin threw the table making a terrible noise that shook you but not the rest. “A bullet in her head wasn’t a fucking accident!” You realised soon enough he was blinded by pain and not aiming for anyone particularly, just anyone who was involved, directly or not. "They have to pay!" 

“I still don’t understand…” you muttered, unable to guess what had brought you to this point. Taehyung pulled you behind him and stared at Jimin from above, arching a brow when he approached angrily.

“Haven't they told you that one night a vampire took you from your crib and they killed her to protect you or some bullshit like that?” he said accusingly. “I bet that was the excuse to scare the kids out and make you fear us to death.”

“She doesn’t seem to know anything, hyung,” muttered Jungkook. You arched a brow to him.

He looked at you for a moment, as if trying to read the truth in you, but there was something else in his eyes, an acknowledgment. “If that's the case, I’ll explain what really happened. What others were witnesses of,” he pointed out, suddenly calm. “One night, when my mother was taking a walk with her ladies in waiting, she heard you cry," he began and you couldn’t have been more confused. “My little brother, who was around your age, had died abruptly in his sleep a few days prior and they thought some fresh air would do her well.” Jimin paced away and you saw him tearing up. In fact, all of them did. You saw tears in the twins' eyes and felt the little shake on Taehyung's body. “He was… so tiny, so beautiful… like a little angel… but we lost him. He came to this world with a great future in front of him but left it before he could even sit.” A sob escaped his lips. “An elder's death is part of life but when it comes to children… It’s so difficult to bear… So she was broken…” he whispered and sobbed again. You recognised a human trait in his pain, not that you ever thought you were so different. “They say she lost her mind… She didn’t. She was just mourning her baby,” he paused. “But, I don’t know why, nobody does, when she heard you… They say she looked at your window and it was as if she was hearing a call. So she entered through the open window and just a few minutes later they heard a gunshot and the smell of her blood.” You felt terribly wrong and felt their pain flow through you. Without thinking you approached Jimin and took his face between your hands as his sorrow reflected in your face, dripping down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry…” you whispered as you cried. His eyes were slightly wide as he looked at you, confused.

“It wasn’t your fault… You were just a baby, but your mother knew what she was doing and mine wasn’t going to hurt you…” More tears reddened the waterline of his eyes. “She just missed her baby… “ he sobbed. Out of nowhere, you hugged him as he cried. “I just wanted them to hurt…” It sounded like he was apologising but you couldn't expect that to be the case. Instead, you took it as a reaffirmation on what he had intended to do.

“I understand,” you muttered. He moved away from your embrace suddenly, questioning your words. “I don’t blame you for wanting to use me like that.” You surprised yourself, outing something that you wouldn’t have before. They seemed surprised too. “If someone had killed my mom I would have used any means to an end… So, I can’t judge you.” You kept your eyes on him. “But you have no one to fight with now, my parents died in a car accident on their way to take a ferry when I was three. My mom is long gone. And though it pains me that they died and I lost a lifetime to grow with my parents, I understand.” He looked at you with sad eyes, mirroring the tears that were now falling for your own sorrow. Then you approached him and grabbed his face again. “But if you touch my family… you are dead,” you whispered against his lips and calmly walked away towards Taehyung who was looking at you intensely and whipped his tears. Jimin eyed you too as you stared at your ‘mentor’, also cleaning his face. You could feel his stirring but only Taehyung seemed to understand what it was.

“You can’t have her,” he warned, with a dark look. Jimin stared back and huffed air with a snarl.

“Yeah, you did take measures…” he said with a low tone. “But… She could change her mind… She’s not done yet and you can’t bite her until she is,” he purred with a smirk. “I think I’ll stick around for a bit." The sweet smile didn’t match his words.

“What the fuck?” you said, jaded, narrowing your eyes to Jimin. “Are you going to bite me?” you questioned Taehyung, meeting his stare, "Why?" Remembering how his fangs broke through your skin, you simply didn’t want to experience it again. It wasn’t as painful as you thought it would be but it was threatening and scary, having his fangs so close to many vital points. At the same time, you thought about how he enjoyed it when you did it to him and your skin raised in goosebumps to the memory of his taste.

“I can’t if you don’t want me to,” he pointed out and you understood what he had spoken about the blood. He explained its vinculating characteristics. “I shared my blood with you, but you didn't share yours. So, it’s like my blood is sleeping in your veins; waiting. If you choose to share yours, we will have a different connection; as equals. When we share blood, it becomes reactive and we’ll be binded differently from what we have right now. I have an influence on you for that, not only for the Sire Bond, but you don’t have it over me for that reason. It will make us sensible of each other's movements and thoughts as if we were one being divided into two bodies. We’ll be able to do things like synchronise, know each other’s thoughts… The things coming out of the exchange are extensive. So you should think about it,” he instructed sternly. 

“Yeah, it’s like marriage for us,” explained Jungkook, approaching with a big smile. Taehyung gave him a stern look and then switched to you. “Taehyung chose you when he let you bite him but until you chose him back, it’s just like… No one can try to get with you by an unspoken rule but since you haven’t claimed him back he is still gonna get approached and seduced,” he explained.

“I don’t get it-” you said. The idea unsettled you, somehow. The matter was serious. Did it mean you had chosen to be eternally bound to him without knowing? How could he just let that happen without you knowing the consequences? It felt terribly wrong. 

“You're tied to him by blood but he's not to you. At the same time, what gives us the clue that you are together, straight away, is the smell. You smell like him, he doesn’t smell like you. So he’s still technically single,” Jungsik said, cutting your train of thought. Then he stayed staring at you as you frowned, in a sort of disgust. But he took it as clueless and let his shoulders fall as he exhaled strongly, looking away. You understood he was thinking you were helpless.

“Smells give you an enormous range of information. You’ll have to learn to interpret it,” pointed out Taehyung, holding you closer under the attentive stare that Jimin was giving you. “Right now, you’re somewhere in the middle of everything. You’ll learn things with time but your main priority at this moment is to understand the real weight blood has in our lives.”

“Human blood and our blood don’t work the same way. When you drink our blood, it’s like the system doesn’t detect it until it’s already in your blood flow and it becomes part of your own until the cells die and are substituted by newly created cells in your own body. That would take four or five months by the way,” said Jimin, calmly and you suddenly felt an enormous relief. “Human blood is food and it’s processed in a specific way to regulate the iron consumed since an excess of it is toxic. It also clears out diseases and obviously extracts the nutrients from it.” He kept speaking as he approached, “This means, his blood is in yours and that brings a scent to your body, so we can smell him in your own scent. Since it’s a power move thing…” You frowned and he paused. “To bite, you need permission but it’s you who’s carrying the scent, it’s like branding for the biter instead of the bitten one. This way too, a vampire can’t claim another by forcefully biting them. Leaving aside that doing so is a crime punishable by law,” he explained and you parted your lips, to question. “You would be in your right to kill a forceful biter. No one would blame you. But we don’t do that, don’t worry–” He tried to lower your worries but got interrupted by the buzz of your phone, somewhere on the floor next to the thrown table. You tried to run to pick it up and hit the wall at the opposite side of the table with your shoulder because of the lack of control over your speed.

"Man! What the fuck?" you complained. Then tried to slow down and finally picked up the smartphone.

"Where are you?" sounded a demanding voice on the other side of the phone. Taehyung was fast to get close to you, looking attentively at the phone, there was something on the caller's tone that he didn't like. 

"I'm at the Eoduun Hotel, Sir. Why?" you responded, knowing he'd probably gone to your apartment already, more irritated than you normally would by his inquisitions. You heard his roller pen over a sheet of paper and two taps.

"No wonder I can't track you. What's with you and that dead end, huh? You don’t pretend to stay there overnight, do you? Tell me you didn't–" He considered, also irritated.

The place had been closed for over three hundred years. It had served as a hotel as its main purpose for more than two hundred and hospital campus on the after-effects of what was named The Shadow Nights, where people strangely started getting ill or worsen from all sorts of diseases from blood loss that didn’t seem to have a source. Then, after two-thirds of the population of Earth died in only nine nights at a rate that didn’t allow the healthy survivors to rest or think, they realised it had been vampires all along. 

"I slept at the apartment and I think my phone is broken. Wait a second." You walked to the kitchen and peeled a Post-it of its pack on the counter, careful not to make a noise. "But yeah, I'll be spending some days here, I made a mistake with the last corpse. It was still warm when they brought it to us and I was kind of tired, so I acted a little bit distracted and a blood drop went to my eye. I need to make sure nothing infected me and that I don't pass it around," you told him.

"Or you could go to a doctor like a normal person. You could isolate yourself in your damn apartment. It's where you are supposed to live, not in a damn abandoned building," he said, severely.

"It's not abandoned when it belongs to The Guardians, but what is all this fuss about, Uncle?" you asked him. "It's not like you gave a damn when I went to live alone, who cares where I stay now?"

"That tone, young lady," he said, lowering his. You suddenly were so pissed you wanted to yell at him. "I raised you, I do care about what happens to you and what you do. You know me, child, you have to know that." His response was as if he was going to be emotional, but he switched to his sergeant major of The Guardians tone, again. "There was a report of a large vampire and allies activity last night near the morgue. I know Colonel Jung Hoseok took you home, but Aeliana went to check on you this morning and didn't find you there," he explained. "I just wanted to make sure no one followed you and something happened after you were dropped off. Now, since this has happened, you must understand my concern with you staying in that place." Sometimes he would forget you weren't in the ranks and speak to you like he was scolding a cadet, to then change to a different tone, just like he had done there. "I suggest you ask someone to drop you home and avoid going out alone again. I don't have your brother and sister getting out of duty to pick you up all the time for you to just roam around the city and get to the furthest place there is. Abandoned or not, or being The Guardians property," he concluded. You understood but since you couldn't accept the suggestion, you went rough.

"I'm not a child, Uncle. I'll make sure that everything is closed, I've got supplies and my gun. If a bloodsucker comes for me I'll slow it down and then call you." The four men gave you a bothered look but you ignored them and kept speaking. "Same goes for the poor soul I'm sure you just sent my way," you assured. They arched their brows. "I don't really care about the consequences, I'm tired of having an escort up my ass every time I go out. I NEED TO FUCKING BREATHE ALONE FOR ONCE–"

"DO NOT SHOUT AT ME, YOUNG LADY!" He cut you off. "If this is you wanting to be alone with a guy, you can just say it straight. We had our suspicions that you and Min Yoongi were seeing each other. With something Colonel Jung Hoseok said this morning, now, it makes sense. I have good references on the Genius doctor, I won't be putting walls to your love," he said.

"That's delusional. Whoever gave you the intel… fire them," you busted out. "Anyways, if you care so much about me, you should have made sure I was trained like my sister and my brother. Your children. Right now, I want to be alone. So if you don't mi-" you remarked. The previous conversation with your new group made you question everything you knew.

"Where does this come from? You hate training or the idea of hurting someone and your parents didn't want you to be a Guardian, you know that. It was their last will, I'm bound to honour it," he interrupted. 

"Signal is messing again." You tried to fake it by mushing the Post-it note in front of your phone. "Just– I'll be–for a few days. Tell–to feed Haru. Be–" you hung up and looked at the men standing in the room. "The fucking audacity-" Without noticing you closed your hand harder on your phone and crashed it in pieces. "Great! Awesome!" you exclaimed, looking at the useless device in your hand. Your fangs had poked out again. The anger in you from how frustrating everything felt bursting like a ticking bomb inside of you. Suddenly the floor around you cracked, no longer than fifteen inches, but you felt all the energy in your body drop suddenly and fell on your four, dizzy; throwing up. You heard them rushing to you, Taehyung grabbed you by the waist and put his wrist against your mouth. 

"Drink," he pronounced, kissing your head again. You didn't. You heard two sets of footsteps run away fast like the wind but couldn't open your eyes to see who. "What you just did has taken an amount of energy your body wasn't prepared or taught to release."

"There are blood bags in the fridge," you replied huskily, feeling your throat dry. Drinking from him felt intrusive now, wrong, sinful. You didn't want to.

"You need a fast spread of energy, that's cold– This is life-threatening-" he interrupted himself. "Drink," he said with that tone that you couldn't disobey. You did as if you knew exactly where to bite, your fangs poked over the main vein on the arm at the wrist and you drank. One swallow and your heart started slowing down. Two, and you started hearing his. Three and he moaned slightly. 

"Tell me if I have to pull her off of you," you heard Jungsik say. His tone was alarmed.

"I can control her." Four, his heart was strangely calm as he caressed your hair. "You're so gentle, Anya… " You heard Jungsik leave. "You're not even sucking. So gentle..." Six, a tear dropped from your left eye. There was something so meaningful in what he was doing. He was sharing his life source with you, was calm about it, and praised you for not acting on the thirst you felt. As to why you weren't, it was probably the fear that didn't allow your heart to settle. The one of how easily things could get out of hand. Seven. You stopped, pulling away and drying off the saliva from his arm to allow him to heal. A last drop slid as it began. Then you looked at him. The man staring at you was so beautiful, the idea of something harming him tortured you. A sob escaped you and you hugged him, making you both fall to the floor as you cried for everything and nothing, you couldn't place your emotions in a rational space and motive. They just were there, overwhelming and taking their way out in tear form.

You cried for what felt like an eternity while you lay there over his chest and he caressed your hair. 

Then you heard and smelled the other vampires coming back with a third person, you were able to tell straight away it was human as if a switch of knowledge had flicked in you. There was something on the smells you recognised that wasn't on this new addition, but at the same time, there was something familiar in the scent. When they walked closer, you sat down quickly and recognized the person.

"Suga," you gasped.

🩸Would his blood be so sweet? 🩸

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What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 6: Versus III

🩸New bloods are always exciting 🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 4402

⚠️Chapter warnings: blood, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), vampire hierarchy, mentions of death

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“Anya…” escaped Yoongi's lips in a heavy whisper, glaring at you wide-eyed, completely caught off guard. 

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, trying to stand but getting dizzy. Taehyung pulled you towards him before your knees met the floor.

“What did you do to her!?” Yoongi yelled, aiming towards Jimin who was closer, holding him by the collar of his white suit. Jimin didn’t move, his expression showed no emotion but he did raise his eyebrows slightly.

“Go ahead, hit me, if it makes you feel better. She won’t be less like us because of it--” Jimin replied with a cold tone you hadn’t expected from him. Yoongi tried, he moved, darted to punch him but against what your body was putting you through, you launched and hugged him, holding him still. 

“I’m still me,” you whispered, feeling the tears go down your cheeks. “I’m still me.” Even if everything you felt turned those words into a lie. 

The idea of him rejecting you twisted your heart as if it was going to shred. He turned around and held you close, you felt him shaking slightly, in utter shock. 

“Jimin–ssi, guys, leave the room, please,” said Taehyung in the most unreadable tone he could make use of. Jimin stared at him, about to object but then looked at you crying in Yoongi’s arms and stepped back to obey. The twins followed suit aiming a short bow at Taehyung.

“What have they done to you, Anya? This is horrific,” Yoongi said with a husky tone that hid his emotions, pulling from the hug and resting his hands on your shoulders. You met his eyes and started drawing his features. He had always been beautiful but you felt your attraction to him enhanced. Your eyes drifted down to his lips and you wanted to feel their softness, taste his mouth. Something under his perfume, scent, and energy changed and you felt the want turn into a need. He swallowed but he didn’t look scared in the slightest. Taehyung cleared his throat.  

“What--What are you doing here?” you asked again, taking a step back, seeing how you had practically absorbed Yoongi’s personal space. 

“It’s--” Yoongi tried to speak but got interrupted by Taehyung. 

“He donates blood in exchange for studying our kind. That’s how he came across his popular vaccine and generated so much wealth from it,” he pronounced sternly. “Right doctor?”

“Yeah. That’s it,” accepted Yoongi, trying to stay calm. You hadn’t stopped staring at him and he seemed to be unable to look away as well. Underneath his musk and whipped cream-scented skin, a watery undertone suddenly appeared. It felt like a winter breeze and cold salty water as if you were on board a ship in the middle of the ocean. The way it seemed to bottom in your heart as sadness sunk in. 

“Oh Jeez… Suga… What have you gotten yourself into… If they find out–” you said while caressing his face. He looked startled and you sensed the possessive energy coming out of Taehyung at that moment and felt the hurry to move away from Yoongi.

“They won’t. He’s been working with us for the last two years.” Taehyung pointed out, calmer than you felt from him. 

“Two years!?” you exclaimed, separating further from him. He looked conflicted and drew a thin line with his lips. You made the mistake of glancing at his throat, his scent tingled your brain. The musk over any other smell. Your body pulsated and you pushed yourself backwards, falling to the floor on your rear as one of your fangs poked into your lower lip, drawing blood. Taehyung was quick to help you up. “You gotta go,” you told Yoongi, meeting his eyes with an emotionless face. He stared at you in shock but also studied you since the cold blue eyes were now on you. Taehyung dried your droplet with his thumb and you heard him suck on it, like a kiss. Those tasteful lips and those long fingers. The sole image of that interaction raised your heartbeat and you felt your arousal spike. Taehyung pressed you against his body. He must have sniffed your state or sensed it somehow because you felt him starting to get hard and now it was him who smelled undertones of musk and vanilla, through his lavender and camomile-scented lotion.

You reverted back to what you felt in your teenage years; confused and overwhelmed by emotions that didn’t seem to have a source and getting horny by no means and reason. You hated that time and it didn’t seem like you were going to find much joy in your current circumstance either. But this time you had added pressure; sensitive to smells, connection to other's emotions, and, the ugliest one, the thirst.   

“They told me to bring fresh blood,” Yoongi showed a big thermo and your stomach twisted. You started crying again, over Taehyung’s chest in desperate sobs. “When did you turn her? Damn it… This is such a mess. She can’t go back like this and they’ll definitely know she’s missing when she doesn't.” he pointed out.

“I told my uncle-- I’d be staying at the Hotel for a few days, maybe-- I’ll manage to act normal-- by then,” you said while sobbing. 

“Could that be possible?” wondered Yoongi. He was genuinely concerned about how the whole thing would develop. You knew him well enough to catch on the majority of his cues and tells.

“Could. But she lost it just a minute ago… I feel like it would be sending her to an execution.” said Taehyung, caressing your hair. You looked at him.

“What are you planning on doing, sir?” Yoongi wondered, looking straight at Taehyung who was now staring at you. There was something soothing in your maker’s energy that brushed away any distress. His scent had changed to a river's water and woody kind, natural and relaxed.

“You can’t go out yet, you do understand now, right?” Taehyung told you, hand still caressing your hair and you nodded. “Now you should drink,” he said and walked towards the table and put it back in place gracefully and without an effort. Then he offered you a seat and made sure you were sitting properly at the table before calling Yoongi over, who obeyed. Taehyung started cleaning up the mess on the floor before he went to the kitchen for a wine glass and placed it in front of you and left the thermo. 

“I can’t,” you pronounced. The idea of drinking blood from a glass of wine felt ridiculously excessive but the idea of drinking in front of Yoongi disgusted you to the core. If you were to succumb to the thirst and act like an animal, as you had done when drinking from the bag, you knew you could never look Yoogi in the eye again.

“Doctor, why don’t you go back to work? I can take it from here,” Taehyung told him calmly, giving him almost an angelic look.

“You guys freak me out when you act like that. It’s worse than if you tried to scare me off.” Taehyung only replied with a boxy smile. “I’ll be just outside if you need me,” Yoongi told you. He looked concerned and it made you feel bad. Nevertheless, he obliged and walked out the door. Taehyung took off the lid of the thermo and served you the blood. As soon as you caught the savoury scent, all you wanted to do was to drink without stopping.

"Enjoy. There's nothing wrong with enjoying it," he told you, putting his left hand on the upper part of the chair while offering you the glass with his other hand. You took the glass from him and sipped, immediately closing your eyes as your tastebuds got the hint of the thick liquid flowing across your tongue. It was true, there was no comparison when the blood was warm. Taehyung’s tasted like the most profound and unhinged yet classy part of nature. Like the depths of the forest and caves, like roses under the rain, like the roots of human existence, if those things would have a taste. The fridge blood prickled the sensations but now that something wild flowed through you as you swallowed slowly. You left the glass over the table and then opened your eyes to look at him. Then he served you another one and repeated the process three more times until you drank yourself full. Taehyung had joined you by your second glass but he only drank one with elegance and seemingly with a lack of thirst, as if he drank for pleasure. He must've caught your expression “If you are well fed, you’ll be less feral and less likely to attack someone too. If you get the chance, try dividing your intake into little portions during the day. It makes you feel less thirsty and you’ll be more calm about it.”

“But you said—” 

“Two times a day. Yes, because that’s the normal way but there can always be a better way,” he said, finishing his last sip. 

When you put the glass over the table by the end of your meal, you felt strangely drowsy, as if you were drunk. You rubbed your eyes but could barely keep them open. Taehyung stood and caught you in his arms when you blindly tried to stand as well. 

"Listen to your body. It needs rest," he walked with you through the living room, then kneeled and pulled the lid of the chamber open, putting you in it. By the time your head touched the fluffy pillow, you were already out.

You woke up some time after, to a discussion going on in the living room. 

"I really mean it. They know me. They trust me. If she can hold herself together I can walk her through to make sure she's fine," you heard Yoongi say.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" murmured Jimin. There was a tone that you could have confused with jealousy if you didn't know better. 

"You need to get off your own ass. We wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't start it with your stupid vengeance plan in the first place." Jungkook cut him off with a tone you only expected from Jungsik. 

"Careful there, boy," warned Jimin, "I don't need to show you your place, do I?" 

"Let him be, brother. If you worry so much about status, I suggest you start acting accordingly to yours," Interrupted Taehyung. "Look where your spoiled-child tantrum has brought us."

"It was you who turned her and--" replied Jimin, trying to defend himself. 

"But it was your fault!" shot Yoongi, "If you hadn't had a shit-show planned to hurt The Guardians, she would’ve just kept going with her life. Normally and happily. Nothing to hide—" he reprimanded. Taehyung was fast to shield Yoongi from getting in front of him when Jimin moved.

"You know the way she looked at him," Jimin murmured, "There's no way you agree with this…" 

"If this prevents The Guardians from finding out what's happened, so be it," Taehyung replied. You pushed the lid open and stood out thinking the discussion was over. 

"We could ask her what she wants," suggested Yoongi. 

"Sounds like a great idea but I really gotta use the restroom," you said, walking your way toward it. 

After washing your hands and brushing your hair to look more decent, you went out again to discover a powerman meeting with the other five men sitting around the table with their suits and a dead silence settled in the room. 

You moved closer to them, walking calmly and observing them one by one before taking a seat yourself. It was difficult to tell Yoongi apart from the vampires, or rather the vampires from humans but when they all turned to look at you, you would’ve never been able to guess that there was only one human among them. 

"What shall I decide, gentleman?" you wondered, the question made them look at each other. 

"If you want to go back with Yoongi and play along to what your uncle thinks that happened," snickered Taehyung.

"Uh?" you didn't understand, "Going to the Hotel? Yeah, I can do that. Why is that an argument?"

"He meant the dating rumour," pointed out Yoongi, "I think it could distract him from any strange behaviour you might have and I could be around you to supervise whilst you figure out your next step, of course."

"Yes. You can't simply live amongst them anymore," declared Jungsik.

"This might give you some sort of closure," added Jungkook gently. 

"Is it safe to do that?" you questioned. "My self-control is kind of questionable…" 

"As long as you keep your guard up and use your head instead of your instincts you should be fine,” explained Taehyung, as if it was the most obvious thing, “My doubts are whether we’ll have time enough to teach you that, since you’ve told your uncle that you were quarantined in that hotel," he said, walking your way and caressing your face.  

“Plus, that bastard General of your uncle is likely to send someone to check on you, right?” pointed out Jungsik. You frowned at him and he raised a brow.

"This sounds like a bad movie. A stupid plan if you ask me," Jimin pointed out. "It'll go wrong. Her place isn't there anymore, closure or not. Her place isn't with you, Min Yoongi," he spat, standing and Yoongi followed with a glare, "But I guess I don't really have a say here," Jimin shrugged.

Walking to the kitchen, taking two bags of blood out of what looked like a high-tech oven and emptying them in a jug, making your mouth water. A knock on the door interrupted his doings, "Come in." 

Two heads poked through the cracked door when they opened it and two beautiful vampiresses entered the room.

"We wanted to say our welcomes to Taehyung," pronounced the brunette in a soft breathy tone. 

At first sight, she seemed almost as tall as Taehyung with the slim figure that was a trademark of movie vampires in the past. Their own Underworld Selene, if it may, but with rounder features, big brown eyes with long and abundant lashes, and cooper-brown wavy long hair to her hips. To your inner amusement, you did imagine she could be the kind to get on black leather suits to hunt werewolves by the way she carried herself. But her nude clothing, inspired by Ingush's bridal dresses, made her seem more like the diplomatic kind. Also, the moment she stopped talking you realised she had an unreadable demeanour, making her more unsettling than the other vampiress resting bitch face.

The bleached blonde possessed a much darker eye colour like two profound and dark lakes that pierced you like the void, matching her sharp features. Her golden brown skin suited beautifully the soft purples of the hanbok hugging her curves and she wore her nails in a long stiletto cut, making her look like a ferocious princess. You could have sworn she acted as such with so low interaction.

"It's not a good moment, Cherry," interrupted Jungsik. She sternly met his eyes and arched a brow, making him chuckle but fold to a smirk and glance away. Jungkook, on the other hand, smiled sincerely when their eyes met and she appeared sweeter. When she moved to greet Taehyung with a hug, jealousy poisoned your veins. The blonde hadn't even moved and stared intensely at you. Cherry looked over to her companion when she noticed the lack of her presence beside her before she followed her line of vision.

"Oh Jeez…" she whispered and it seemed to you that her face brightened, "You got yourself a lover! You sneaky prince! No wonder you wouldn't come back..." she spoke while still observing you, seemingly forgetting about Taehyung. She hugged you, unexpectedly. "Welcome home, dove," she arranged your hair behind your ears. Her brightness earlier appeared to have vanished and replaced with a familiar sorrowfulness, "I'm sorry for what you have left to go through, " she turned to look at Taehyung again. The blonde had moved to hug him and was now kissing his cheek. Your blood boiled. "That was very cruel of you, Taehyung… I would’ve never taken you--" 

"It's none of your business," he snapped, looking at her coldly while expressionless although you could sense his discomfort. The darkness in her eyes as she stood her ground stirred fear in you. Jungkook stood fast and hugged her from behind. By the way, he kissed her neck from behind to try to calm her and how heart rate immediately started slowing down, you understood they were likely a couple. It was only then that you caught their mixed scents, having been too distracted to sniff. Jungkook and Cherry almost smelled almost the same. 

Curious, you also whizzed on the blonde’s smell and realised hers had a fainting essence similar to Jungsik. However, Jungsik did not seem to have any of her undertones. It didn’t take a genius to realise you were smelling an intercourse after-effect. Finally realising, what was so telling that the rest would know what you and Taehyung had been up to. You blushed, embarrassed. 

"I'm Auria, pleasure to meet you," she said and you noticed Jungsik approaching. They looked serious at each other for a second until he invaded her personal space grabbing her by the waist. They smirked before kissing.

"Who would say they've been hooking up here and there for almost two hundred years, uh?" Cherry told you with a cheeky smirk, then winked at you.

"How long have you been together?" you asked her out of curiosity and trying to guess their ages. 

"We met in 2020 when she was twenty-four and I was twenty-three but didn't start dating until fifty years later. In six days, on the 23rd of October it’ll be five-hundred and fifty-two years since we first shared blood," Jungkook explained. Your eyes widened to the startlement. They did seem to share a common ground somehow and the way they appeared to predict the other’s moves and act accordingly, made it obvious they had been really close for a long time.

"It's not a walk in the park as you may guess but with some effort, it is just as easy as any other thing," she told you. Taehyung appeared relaxed watching you speak with her.

"What took you so long to start dating?" A heavy silence fell on the room and all eyes looked at you. Jimin smirked in amusement.

"We were together during those years," answered Taehyung calmly, breaking the silence. As if spending half a century with someone wasn't a big deal, "But it's been really long since then," You looked at the way Jungkook and Cherry were with each other again. In a way, it felt as if their bodies, the cells of their beings vibrated at the same frequency. It amazed you. You perceived it very differently from Jungsik and Auria. The way Jungsik kept his hands at her hips pressing his whole body at her back. The almost imperceptible rocking motion. Their restlessness of their obvious focus on each other's movements, translated in sexual energy, was so high you felt like they would get it done right there and then, although the only thing they were doing was hugging. 

“You may wonder in what category, you and the prince fall…" Cherry pointed towards the couple and then to you and Taehyung, "We normally share blood from both sides with the person we choose to be with and it stays mostly in a monogamous way. We don’t judge love or other kinds of relationships. We live way too long to limitate ourselves to a one specific way to do things, so any other kind of relationship raises no eyebrows in our society. Unless, of course, they were harmful to one or both sides.” Taehyung came close and put an arm around your waist, kissing your head again, apparently mindful of the others in the room. 

“In your case, of course, it’s a weirder one. We don’t have this kind of bond or relationship with our minions--I mean, that’s what your kind is meant to be created for.” Jimin looked at Jungkook as he spoke. Something in those words had bothered him.

“Weirdly, he could choose not to take your blood and just leave it like this,” pointed out Jungsik, "This way, others will not let their possible attraction to you become a thing because, basically, you are owned." Auria slapped him in the chest and Jungsik giggled. She rolled her eyes with a smirk.

Taehyung didn’t say anything but you guessed, from how he looked at you to what he'd said previously, that he was more than disposed to do so but you still couldn’t put a finger on why. If what he’d done was mainly to avoid bigger damage by causing one that weighed less: Why was he so… loving?

🩸So warm🩸

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What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 7: Inference

🩸It will show its true colours 🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 4428

⚠️Chapter warnings: blood, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), vampire hierarchy, rivalry, violence,

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You remembered getting in the cubicle with Taehyung, cuddling in silence, and at some point you fell asleep.

In the odd feeling that dreams can be, you couldn't remember how, but you were now chasing something in the middle of the night. Only the light of the moon allowed you to see in the darkness of the deep forest where you were sliding through silently. You could hear the heavy steps over the dried leaves carpeted earth that were the main telltale for who you were running after. You could also catch on your pray’s breathing. He was scared and was starting to grow tired while your heart barely changed its pace. At the same time, you felt no joy about the whole situation. Instead, the sadness and sorrow flowed over all, your tired brain letting you feel down and willing to cry.

You could smell and feel the others, also playing the same part on the hunt party. Jungsik, being the fastest, was in charge of the wrapping. Everything was going as planned and the end was near.

Finally circling the prey, Jimin grabbed the neophyte vampire who was showing its teeth and blue as he tried to escape Jimin's grip, breathing erratic and terrified. 

"I've served you well, master. Please, please, don't do this. Please, don't kill me," begged the guy as tears of fear started dripping down his cheeks. There was a connection between you and the pleading prey, that you were unable to translate.

"There can be no exceptions." you said hoarsely, tears streaming down your face, as your heart ached for him. Just that it wasn't your voice, it was Taehyung's. You could feel the  powerful build of his body, muscles, tendons, every little fiber of his body ready to move at any change in the situation. You were in Taehyungs body and mind. ‘Everything is going to be ok,’ you added mentally. The words acting upon the vampire about to meet his end, as if he could hear you. He seemed to relax straight after.

Then you, he, pulled a knife and slid it from underneath the neophyte's chin towards his head, damaging the brain irreparably. You screamed but held into the dream, halfway in and halfway out, acknowledging the bright light coming from the ceiling. Jimin held the body, while a sob escaped Taehyung, not letting it fall but lying it down on the floor and closing his eyes with his fingers. 

"I'll carry it." offered Jungkook teary eyed. Someone was wiping your neck with a wet cloth.

"The last one." pronounced Jungsik sobbing. Jimin hugged him and he let out a pained whine before hugging back onto his cousin.

Pain teared you from the grip of your hunting nightmare. The tears from your dream had translated to reality, a mix of what you'd seen and done, and your own body aching and trembling from a high fever and something else that couldn't be described. You could feel your guts, your organs burning. Cherry's words about more pain coming your way resonated and you understood, still panicked that all of it was part of the change. That the vampire blood was still incinerating -at lack of a better word- whatever human cells were left in  you.

A heavy silence deffened your ears and the wind moving trees from the dream started taking over again for a moment. Taehyung appeared in your line of vision as you tried to look down from the ceiling but the pain was keeping your nervious sytem paralised. 

You wanted to scream but couldn't. Again. Adding to the pain with a forming knott on your throat. He was sitting on the bed, wiping the sweat off your chest and with the corner of your eye you could see his stern expression, dedicated and careful. 

There were too many things going on in your body for you to completely understand what was happening, too much pain to focus, and  you blacked out again. 

The next time you woke up, you were back in the cubicle. The only trace of what happened was that you were dressed in a clean, lily-white nightgown and had a soft, grey blanket on top while Taehyung hugged you in his sleep. 

This time, you realised you weren't alone in the room. Soft breaths surrounded you, senses sharp; disturbing, being able to tell where everyone was.

Taehyung pulled you closer, still sound asleep. The sun had started hiding down the horizon, that much you could tell, but the others seemed to be sleeping peacefully with no intention to wake up to it. In no hurry to wake Taehyung up, you gently moved his arm to the side and got out to use the bathroom. 

When you exited the bedroom, Jimin was in the kitchen, shirtless and in grey sweatpants. Your eyes unavoidably traced the muscles of his back, noticing a tattoo on his right ribs. His body was beautifully built too, sculpted. You had to give him that the second before you looked away. 

Turning around with his chin low, his magnetic stare allured you in a flirtatious way. He smiled and then put a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet. Then he served a glass of warm blood for you, from a bag taken out of the machine. You were parched but tried to walk calmly towards him before grabbing the glass and giving in to it, letting it down your throat without second thoughts or care. 

It wasn't until you swallowed the last drop and breathed out that you realised something familiar in the blood. Your eyes went wide and you noticed Jimin’s unreadable expression.

"What do you think you'll do when you're alone with him and the thirst hits?" he asked you. You slapped him and charged at him without hesitation. He tried to contain your hits, as the anger boiling in you made you see red, but he didn't calculate how enhanced and taught you were until you grabbed his arm and his back met the main table then it cracked in half. You towered over him and launched your long nailed hand to his throat with a growl. But before you could attack further, the twins had rushed in, pinned you to the floor and Taehyung had ordered you to stay put. 

Cherry helped Jimin to his feet and moved to grab the robe Taehyung had taken off. At that precise moment, Taehyung was calmly folding the sleeves of his pyjama top and Jimin licked his lower lip. He took your blows that had split his lip and spilled blood over the rugs. You went slightly feral and tried to escape under Jungkook’s grip but he was stronger, by far the most built one. 

"He's mine!" you screamed. The taste of the mixed blood making tears drop down your face. Never had the taste of betrayal been so sweet.

"I told you to stay put!” growled Taehyung, showing his long fangs and his cold stare. The master command in his words hitting hard and making your muscles desist the fight against the arms pinning you. Jimin took the chance and kicked him in the stomach to get Taehyung on the floor. You saw red and surprised the twins by fighting harder; your nails digging into their arms, drawing blood.

“Let her go,” demanded Cherry. Even with that, because of the order, you weren’t able to approach the fighting males. You could only watch as they both measured their strength, tears falling silently down your cheeks. Anger, frustration, sadness, all piling up inside.

"You crossed the limits!" snapped Taehyung, before blowing a punch to Jimin, which this time reached its target under his jaw.

"Me!? You crossed them first!" Jimin twisted his hand behind his back and pushed him away. "You took her from me first!" Jimin kicked him in the ribs on his left. You heard and felt the crack but Taehyung didn't hesitate to throw another punch. You could feel his determination to set things straight with Jimin, also feel the energy exuding from him, as if it was palpable. Your will to hurt Jimin, the anger towards him, also felt very material.

"You were going to hurt her!" confessed Taehyung, angrily. 

“I thought you said you were trying to protect our kind…” replied Jimin with a smirk, skirting the blow and punching him in the stomach. They weren’t containing themselves but you knew they could be inflicting way more damage than they were doing. Still the situation felt wrong, as if you had to stop them. After all, the fight was because of you. Taehyung didn’t reply to his brother but tried to knock him down by side-kicking him in the face, yet Jimin avoided it. 

“Stop!” you finally shouted. “Stop this nonsense!” they both did, abruptly, looking at you as you cried. “I don’t even get why you guys act like this. This all-” you were overwhelmed by your own feelings again, their projected energies, and the scents coming from them. Taehyung must’ve sensed it because he approached to hug you and so did Jimin. “No. You don’t get to come near me after what you did. I don’t give two everloving fucks about your status,” you told Jimin in a cold tone, looking at him sideways. “You don’t just feed me my best friend’s blood and get away with it!” 

“Anya…” muttered Taehyung and your eyes tilted to him. “It wasn’t just Yoongi’s blood that was mixed…” It didn’t take a genius to guess what he meant after he had tried to beat the hell out of his brother but you still waited for the confirmation. "His was there too."

“Oh my god…” you covered your mouth but then finally exploded. Grabbing the nearest chair, you threw it on Jimin, who easily avoided it. It didn't break like in the movies. You had thrown it with such strength that one of the paws got stuck on the wall, turning the act of violence into almost art. It freaked you out how powerful you had become, how impossible to measure the extent  of your own strength you were. It sent a shiver down your spine. The image of what could’ve happened to Jimin if it had reached him horrifying you. But as you had those thoughts, the need to take it off on the offender took over and you launched towards him again. This time, Taehyung held you by the waist. “How dare you!?” you growled. Jimin gave a sort of puppy sad eyes as he stared at you, just for a second, before his sass displayed. 

“Well, he’s done it too and I wanted a chance… It’s very simple if you think about it,” he shrugged. Then your eyes darted to Taehyung. 

“Whatever brotherly bullshit you two have going on, keep me out of it,” you said, walking past them towards the door, slapping Taehyung's hand when he tried to stop you. “If you care or not, make your bloody mind about it. You’re confusing me by saying one thing then acting another, and I’m not staying here to play I want you- I want you not.''

As you reached for the door, the twins appeared to block you. This time the anger flowed differently than the explosive way it did before, it exuded through you, similarly to the other non-living energies in the room. It was volatile but very physical at the same time. It was like you  could touch them in an atomical level. 

Then suddenly it was like you could connect to the electricity flowing through the cables in the room with your own energy. 

Succumbing to your curiosity you went on with the flow and the lightning in the room started to flicker. This time it wasn’t tiring like breaking wood out of anger, it was light, scaryly extracorporeal, as if you were touching things with your soul, as if it could get out of control.

“Anya…?” muttered Taehyung. The twins were wide eyed. You could see your hair floating in all directions and there was a tingling sensation against your skin, making your hairs set on end too. Jimin dashed to embrace you from behind, disconnecting you, and you found yourself unable to move. He was so warm. His touch was so tender. It confused you snapping you back to a more human state. 

“I wanna leave,” you said tearing down again.

“You can’t,” countered Taehyung. “And you know why.” Jimin released you as Taehyung approached and halted in front of you. “I do care. I’m sorry if I’ve been too harsh on you. I do care,” Taehyung explained with a soft tone. “I have too. I made you. I think I’ve made my points clear,” he finished, caressing one side of your waist. You huffed and shook your head. You didn't understand.

'Why does it worry you so much that those are not romantic feelings? What did you expect? He's told you that, and you know the real reason why he turned you now. Stop. Overthinking. It. This is not a fairytale.'

“Good,” you voiced. “What about you, Jimin?” you asked, surprising both. “What is it that you want from me, huh? Why give me your blood when it’s obvious that you can’t make me do anything?” you snarked, moving out of Taehyung’s grasp to get closer. 

“You,” Jimin confessed. “I want you,” he repeated in a breathy tone and with a seductive look that set your skin on end. He was using a charm, you could tell but you understood it worked differently with your own kind. You sensed Taehyung’s breath change, a somber energy exuding from him. You darted from Jimin to return to Taehyung. Body against body. “I had to watch you for a while before I decided to do what I wanted to do. And you’re beautiful. Just like that, since I don’t hate you, I started craving you,” Jimin said, getting closer. Taehyung held a grip on your waist and you could feel him vibrate with anger. His jealousy and ownership made it crystal clear that in your bond he’d accepted the part of him that wanted you, too. Reflecting on it, it made you feel a bit objectified. You were his neophyte, his thing. Only that your natural responses were allowing his behaviour. “Just as he does.” 

“Back off, tiger,” you told Taehyung, tilting your head and looking at him sideways. His eyes bulged a little and he retreated slightly. “But what makes you think you have the right to make me drink your blood, or stick to any claim for that matter?” 

“You were tender with me when we first met just some hours ago. I saw a chance, I took it,” Jimin explained. “Males are like this in all species when they try to mate. You sure are aware of it.” 

“You are trying to mate with me. Is that what you’re saying?” you questioned, putting space between both vampires. “You are aware of how derogatory all of this sounds, right? Like I’m just a bitch you guys want to get your heat off with.” 

“No one is forcing you to do anything-” Jimin stated. “I didn’t force you to drink that blood. The fact that you didn’t even sniff it before drinking it. Coming from me, someone who wanted to turn you into a weapon against those you love, shows that you’re either stupid or simply comfortable around me. And I really think you’re smart,” he smirked. You were wide eyed and outraged. “I did not trick you. I saw an opportunity and just took a chance. I didn’t even try to hide it,” Taehyung surpassed you by getting face to face with him, in a quick move.

“You were aware she wasn’t in her full senses. She’s a newbie and you played her, that’s the end of it,” he proclaimed with a deep, harsh tone. You felt his desire to punch Jimin again.

“No,” you said, surprising Taehyung, who turned slowly to you. “He’s right. I can’t believe I’m saying this… but he’s right. I’m never unaware of my surroundings. I’ve not been recruited but I’ve been taught how to take care of myself, and I had my guard down.” you explained, Taehyung tried to speak. “No. If I wouldn’t have been comfortable with him or feared something he could do, no matter how high on my own shit I am, I would’ve still been careful. It’s what I always do. If he’s been watching me in public places, like clubs or anywhere else where I’m usually not comfortable, then he’d know I'm always careful… Now, I wasn’t…  So, he’s right,” you concluded.

“You thought you were safe and he used it against you. This is not on you, it’s on him,” Jungkook chimed in  while landing a judgemental look to Jimin, who raised a brow on him then narrowed his glare warning to which Jungkook only responded by switching his gaze to you.  

“Still though,” you muttered. “Even if I can't guess why, I let my guard down. It's a fact,” you concluded again. Yet you walked towards Jimin and without a warning you punched him in the face, making everyone else gasp but he didn't move. "I still want to shred you into pieces, but I'll take that for now." Then you grabbed his face by the chin and his eyes bulged. "Don't you ever feed me blood from anyone I know. Never again. Or I won't rest until I'm done with you." 

"Sounds fair," he whispered with a husky tone, leaning closer. Still you found yourself standing your ground but when he tried to kiss you, you placed your palm over his lips, keeping him away and you felt him smile against it.

"What do you think you are doing?" 

"Trying to kiss you," he said, leaning backwards a bit, and you felt his vibrating energy like a summer day. His scent was like recently rain upon wood and cherry blossoms. Grabbing your hand, he kissed your wrist and you felt the rest of the room containing a breath. Taehyung, still behind you, was like a hurricane about to hit the shore, making you not only pull your hand away but recoil this time. You turned around to soothe him. 

Once close to him, Taehyung looked at you with pained, angry eyes just a second enough for you to catch it, before returning to his inexpressive gaze. You unavoidably hugged him, gripping slightly on his white top and feeling the texture of his chest. The need to kiss him tickled on your lips. Unexpectedly, he leaned over, raising your chin with two fingers and went for it.

It was a breathy and shallow kiss, parted lips closing against one another while his other hand rested on your waist. Short, but it made a point. When you separated and you looked around, Jimin was fuming. Dangerous eyes set on Taehyung.  

"Uh. I'm out," you said, walking away from both to look for the fake book at the table and retrieving your phone out of it. 

"I thought you understood, I told you-" Taehyung started, approaching. 

"Put me with a babysitter. I'm not up for this," you told him, moving your eyes between him and Jimin, who showcased a surprised expression.

"We'll take care of her," offered Cherry to Taehyung, then looked at Jimin while approaching and putting her hands over your shoulders meeting your eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart, when you come back they'll behave like the gentlemen they were raised to be," she scolded without looking at any of them. Both of them seemed to energetically back off and you felt the tension in the room start to fade.

"You're leaving with Min Yoongi," confirmed Jimin, huffing air and looking away with a chuckle. You could easily tell that Yoongi irritated Jimin more than Taehyung did. You just couldn’t put your finger on why. 

“You can count on it,” you said to him, raising your eyes from the screen. You soon noticed the brotherly bond when Jimin exchanged a look with Taehyung. othing was said or gestured, but there was a  sort of communication. And, Taehyung's conclusion didn’t go as Jimin had wanted.

“Ok. You’ll guard her,” Taehyung said to Cherry, who smiled proudly and looked at you as if she’d been given something interesting to do. “But you’ll stay with us until past midnight,” he said to you.

Once the order was in, everyone started to scatter. Auria and Cherry went to the hallway where the bathroom was and disappeared for some time. Just as they did, Jimin went on one knee and picked a robe from one of the cubicles in the floor, where he had been resting. All the covers were still open and you were surprised you hadn't fallen inside in any moment. 

Then Jimin, as he walked out confidently, dedicated you one last turn, showing you his bare chest and a smirk. You rolled your eyes but caught a glimpse of his body, and something twisted in you. 

The twins waited until he had left the premises to start moving and seemed to have very different wishes. Jungsik left his and Jimin’s lid fall without care before leaving. Jungkook on the other hand was careful and made sure to not alter the silence that had befallen the room as he picked up the kitchen with an inhuman speed and left. 

Now, only you and Taehyung remained, and you caught him staring. He seemed upset, but you couldn't tell for sure. You thought maybe, the chemistry that existed -against your best wishes- towards his brother, bothered him. 

You moved to sit on the divan. Taehyung mimicked you but  kept a distance. You disgarded the space, scooted closer, and laid your head on his shoulder. A deep breath of relief left him. 

The girls returned shortly after. Cherry stood tall in a dress similar to the one she wore the night before. However, her hip-length hair was neatly braided and pinned back, matching the styles of a gorgeous Russian bride and a warrior Viking. Auria, on the other hand, had a delicate appearance in a green dress as if 20th century model with her thin frame and short hair in beach waves. However, her features were ruthless. 

Just as the two came out of the hallway, Yoongi stumbled in the room with a semiautomatic gun and everyone froze. 

He pointed it to Taehyung. 

"Let's go, Anya." he demanded. 

You stood to comply and he threw a bundle of clothes towards you. You grabbed it but didn't even look at it. You only kept moving his way, then shifted in front of the gun, so he had to move to relocate it towards his target but he wasn't there. You saw the girls leave through the main door at a gracious speed that made them seem like they were floating away with their long dresses. 

You pulled the gun from Yoongi and hugged him. His smell went to your nose from his throat and hit you like a train, making your fangs poke and be awkwardly aroused. You wanted to kiss him, fuck him, and bite him; all at the same time. It didn't sit well with you. You backed off. He was shocked by that, even more so when Taehyung didn't do anything after he'd threatened him. 

"There's no need for guns, she'll leave with you at midnight," Taehyung informed him, regaining part of his control over the situation. 

The fact that Yoongi had come in with one of Hoseok's weapons, like a kamikaze, with the intention to rescue you, made your heart swell. But, you felt terribly guilty and feared the consequences of it all for him. Taehyung put a hand over your stomach and got closer to your body,  choosing to be possessive at this exact moment. Yoongi moved and another hint of his smell hit you. You felt a stir inside your skin and tears started dripping down your eyes, as you fought the urge to pounce on him. "Cherry and Jungkook will come with you," Taehyung explained, with a contrasting calm tone. Yoongi wasn't surprised but he did startle you by keeping his eyes on him, as you kept crying. This time, it was Yoongi who's energy felt like a storm. Now, the idea of leaving didn't seem so attractive anymore. You were really scared of losing control and killing him. The thought made you shake. "You’re not going to hurt him. Once you've assimilated what you ingested, the need to drink him up will decrease," Taehyung whispered in your ear, still holding you.

"Why don't you just let her move on her own?" inquired Yoongi, misinterpreting the whole thing. Taehyung removed his hands off you, taking all the security you felt away. Yoongi sprinted suddenly and you clashed your back against the furthest corner in the room, hands shaking as you tried to take an impossible hold on the wall. The distress and your wild energy floating around your body touched the power lines behind the walls and the lights started flickering. 

"Anya…" said Taehyung. "Breathe," he whispered through the buzz of the electricity that you could hear. There was something distracting in it that you held onto. Then, all the lights went off. "Anya?" you felt like you were still pinned to the wall, connected, recharged on a very powerful energy. 

Then you felt a touch, a hand settling on your cheek as full lips parted yours for a quiet kiss. Tongue snaking to touch the middle of both, inserting its taste in your mouth. The moist, breathed air and the promise of breathtaking kisses before it was gone. 

Your knees failed and you fell on them on the floor, bringing the power back. Taehyung approached with Yoongi to assist you up. Yoongi was less tempting in regards to his blood, as your skin burned and tingled after the mysterious kiss. Taehyung exuded the musk and whipped cream scent again and his pupils were wide with desire. You realised you were aroused, again, and he had definitely caught on your scent. And, it seemed with Yoongi, who helped you to your feet, displayed  the same desire. 

You wanted them both but didn't wanna do them both. So, you rushed out and darted towards the bathroom. You climbed into the shower, cold setting, and you gasped, leaving was a good idea after all. Why did Jimin kiss you like that? 

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Careful What You Wish For

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader (Female) Genre: Fantasy/Angst Warning: Slight swearing, mild horror atmosphere, vampirish activities (please don’t ask me), blood, biting, fighting, wolves and a sprinkle of smut.  Word Count: 4k Words Note: Totally fictional, some parts of the plot is inspired by the classic Dracula. Some people might feel uncomfortable. Please, read at your own risk.

Summary: When you’re stuck in a deserted road surrounded by wilderness, you have no other choice but to enter the huge mansion you see before you. The man you meet inside is mysterious. But he is too alluring for you to stay away from...

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“Oh shit!” I swore as an animal passed by in front of my car and I had to break really hard.

It was past midnight and raining heavily. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to reach the destination of my work till dawn. I still had a long way to go.

I tried to start the car again. But it wasn't responding anymore.

"No, no, please," I pleaded to my car, "this is not the right place. For God's sake..." I kept muttering.

I had to give up trying after a few attempts. The car was a second hand one and it didn't function properly. I tried calling for the recovery. But there was no phone signal either.

Being hopeless, I got down from the car and got drenched immediately.

"Yeah, no, SHIT!" I swore in exasperation. I was cursing myself for agreeing to go into this remote area in the first place. I desperately wished for a miracle.

I looked around me. It felt like the road was in the middle of nowhere. All around me, I could see only wilderness. But there was a faint glow of light ahead of me. Without any further ado, I started to walk towards it.

What I found was astonishing and terrifying at the same time. There was a huge mansion. The front gate was wide open as if it was already aware of my intrusion and was welcoming me all the same.

I went inside the boundary, and knocked on the door. Even through the heavy rain, the sound of someone pushing open the door from within was heard clearly. I took a step backward as I look at the person in front of me.

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There stood a man in dark clothes. I couldn't see his face properly due to the lack of light.

"Welcome!" He announced without any sign of hesitation, his voice sharp yet not cold.

I tried to explain what had happened in a few sentences before he said, "Perhaps it would be better if you come inside first. I can see you're wet."

I nodded my thanks and went inside despite having some doubts within myself.

He led me through a dark corridor into what looked like a very fancy living room to me. The fire was lit on the fireplace and I was grateful for the warmth.

"If you don't mind waiting here for a moment, love, I have to take care of something." Then, the man was gone.

I found everything really weird. I mean, who talked like that nowadays. His accent and the choices of words were really out of the ordinary.

I noticed that the whole room looked really dark despite being lit up by many candles all around it. I was still sitting by the fire when he came back with a towel and some clothes.

I was about to say it wasn't necessary, that he should not trouble himself with them, when he cut me off and said, "It's not every day a guest come to stay at my place. I'm glad to do anything to make you feel at home. And I apologize early. You might not get full attention since I had sent all the servants away for a week. After all, I was not aware of your arrival."

With that being said, I couldn't argue any further. He again led me to a bedroom and asked me to get changed while he prepare the supper.

The clothes he had given me were all old fashioned. But they were still as new as if no one had ever worn them.

When I came out to the dining room, I was awestricken by the amount of food that were presented before me on the table. The fact that it was done in such a short time by a single person was more fascinating.

The man was sitting on the very corner and called me to sit opposite him. I didn't make any further inquiries as I was starving and the smell was delicious. After having a few bite, I decided to make a conversation.

I found out that the man was called Jeon Jungkook and he was the landlord of the entire mansion. All of his family members had died in a tragic accident leaving him with a huge fortune. He lived alone with some servants to take care of him and the mansion.

As we were talking, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly handsome he was. He had a fine figure. His eyes were almost pitch black and they were huge. He was wearing old fashioned clothes like mine and wore fine silver jewelry. He also had a lot of piercings in his ears, eyebrows and lip.

And Oh God, his lips. As I looked, I couldn't take my eyes off them. I was looking at him in a very devoted way throughout the whole conversation. He was indeed very handsome. In fact, he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen my entire life.

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Jungkook had promised to call the recovery for me at dawn (I would call him by his name since he had insisted me upon calling him that). As I lied down, I realized how terribly tired I was. So, I closed my eyes.

"How old is he?" I thought before falling into a deep sleep. He never mentioned his age.

In my dream, I was in a complete different world. There was darkness all around me. The warm room started to get cold as I felt someone coming near. The stranger climbed my bed and lied beside me, his hands slowly reaching to catch both of mine. Suddenly he was on top of me.

“You’re blessed.” He softly whispered on my ear. I could feel his breath going down slowly towards my neck. His lips touched my skin. I felt a sharp pain throughout my whole body.

Then, everything changed. I couldn’t feel the reality anymore. Nothing felt solid. It was as if I was floating through the air. I could see all the colors at once. But then again, there were no colors at all. It felt like every color, matter and surrounding had merged into one. It was a terrific feeling, but a pleasant one too.

“Who are you?” I wanted to ask. But I felt like I already knew the answer. I didn’t want to acknowledge it right away. Because then, I had to come back to the reality; which I didn’t want just then.

I couldn’t tell how long the strange feeling lasted. Slowly my surrounding started to get clearer. Half consciously, I could make out a man’s silhouette raising from my bed. He walked towards the door.

I tried to call out his name. But it seemed like I couldn’t move my muscles. He glanced back at me one last time before making his exit through the door.

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I woke up with a jolt and found myself covered with sweat. I was gasping for air as I found it hard to breathe properly. My heart was pounding in my chest. I sat down and tried to relax.

“What time is it?” I thought. It was hard to guess whether it was night or day. I looked around me and saw that my room still looked the same. But I felt like an eternity had passed already.

The windows were covered with heavy thick curtains. So, it was possible that the morning sunlight couldn’t get inside. I slowly rose from my bed and opened one side of a curtain. The scorching heat from the sun reached my face. My eyes closed shut as it couldn’t adjust with the bright light suddenly.

I closed the curtain and went towards my bed again. I was feeling a little weak. There was a dull pain on my neck. I sat down for a while, thinking about last night’s incidents.

Then, suddenly I remembered about my business. I had to be present there before 10 o’clock. I hurriedly got out of bed and sprinted to the living room. Jungkook was sitting on an armchair by the fireplace. Just like my bedroom, all the curtains had blocked out the sunlight here as well.

“Good afternoon, love.” He greeted me with a smile, “did you sleep well?”

“Afternoon?” I gasped, “Oh no!”

“Is there a problem?” he rose from his chair and walked towards me.

I explained that I had an important meeting at 10 and that it was the reason as to why I had come to this place. Now I had already missed it and I didn’t know what to do.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he said, “I didn’t want to wake you up early. I thought you must’ve been very tired since last night’s tragedy.”

I noticed a faint line of smile on his face. It didn’t appear to me that he was sorry at all. In fact, it looked like he was actually glad.

I shook my head. It sounded ridiculous. Why would this man want me to miss the meeting? What was there for him in it?

“As there is nothing you can do about it now, I would suggest you to stay here as long as it takes for your car to be repaired.” Jungkook announced. I didn’t say anything. I was still very confused about everything that was happening.

“You look so pale.” He said, “Come, sit here.” I went over to sit by the fire. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to me.

As I took the glass, our hands touched for a moment and I shivered. His hands were surprisingly cold.

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After lunch, Jungkook took me to the library. I was going through the books on the shelves while he sat quietly in a corner. There was a book in his hand. But I could sense that he wasn't reading. He was secretly watching my every move.

I thought about my strange dream. It felt more real than any dream I ever had. But the feelings I felt were too strange to explain in reality. No matter how excited I felt the night before, at day time, I felt like there was an air of melancholy all around the house.

It started to rain again. I inquired about my car. Jungkook told me that it might take a day or two to properly fix it. I asked him if he could give me a ride to the town. He said I would rather enjoy my time in the mansion more.

He spoke with a voice of authority which made me shut up. I couldn't bring myself to argue. Even though I was strongly attracted by his appearance, there was a part of me who was frightened.

Time seemed to move at a different speed here. I tried reading something for a while but kept getting distracted by my own thoughts. It was mostly the memories of last night and those strange feelings.

Casting my fear aside, I thought it would be better to talk to my companion. So, I asked, "It rains an awful lot here, doesn't it?"

Jungkook shut down his book and smiled at me, "Yes, love. It does."

There was something in the way he called me 'love'. It made me blush almost every time. I was swept off for a whole minute by his answer.

He then chuckled to himself and said, "They say, the woods belong to the nine tailed fox that resides in here. After all, he controls the weather."

"He?" I asked, "Isn’t a Gumiho always a woman?"

"Is it, though?" He asked as if he had met a real Gumiho who was a man.

I shrugged my shoulders and added, "He must've been really sad for him to make it rain most of the time."

"Yes, love." Jungkook whispered under his breath, "He’s lonely. Just like I am."

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Jungkook apologized and said he couldn’t join me for the dinner as he had some important works to be done. He then left me alone to have mine.

As I was eating alone, all kinds of doubts kept revolting around my head. I never saw him eat. He didn’t even joined me for lunch. But why? And how did he prepared the foods all alone in such a short time? I remembered how cold he was when our hands had touched.

But there was something that bothered me much more. He sounded very sad while telling me about the Gumiho. He sounded as if it were true. Or at least he believed it to be.

“He is lonely.” I thought, “Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want me to leave.”

The feeling of loneliness was something I was very much used to. I had never received any love from my family. They had never admired me or appreciated me for anything. In fact I was always considered a disappointment in my family.

All my life, I had searched desperately for a friend who would understand me and love me for who I was. It was the only wish I had cherished since childhood. So, I decided I would not mention about leaving unless Jungkook, himself, asked me to.

I waited for Jungkook for a while to bid him goodnight. But he didn’t come. I thought he might have already been to bed. So, I made my way towards my bedroom.

As soon as I fell asleep, my dream returned. He was on top of me, whispering in my ear, “I don’t want you to leave.”

But this time, I replied, “I don’t want to leave either.”

“Stay with me, will you?”

“Don’t let me go.” I mumbled as I felt his lips on my neck. Something sharp was pushed through my skin and I felt that quick pain all over my body again.

All the strange feelings of the previous night returned. But this time, everything felt more pleasant as I didn’t resist. I let myself loose.

When I came back to my senses, I could see his face clearly. It was indeed Jungkook. I knew it all along. But instead of shying away or being frightened, I was relieved.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips and whispered, “Sweet dreams, love.”

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I woke up next day with the same feeling like the day before. I was sweating and it was hard to breathe. As soon as I tried to stand up, my head felt dizzy.

“Was it a dream too?” I pondered over last night. Whatever it was, the feelings I felt were a little too strong for me to avoid. I wanted to find out the truth. And the only way to do that was meeting Jungkook.

He was sitting by the fire as usual and looked up with a warm smile on his lips, “You’re awake.”

I slowly nodded and sat down on the armchair opposite him. “What time is it?” I asked.

“The same time you woke up yesterday, I believe.” He said casually. His expression turned serious as he looked at me closely, “Are you feeling well, love?”

I didn’t know whether to tell him the truth. What if it was really a dream? He would think I was mentally unstable. At that point, I was questioning my own sanity as well.

“I feel…” I hesitated before saying, “I’m fine.” Jungkook nodded. But he looked like he didn’t believe it.

“I’m glad that it’s not raining today.” I said, “Maybe, we can go out? Take a walk?”

“No.” Jungkook said sharply, a sudden terror reflected in his eyes. Then, he turned to me and his expression turned soft, “I don’t think you’re quite fit for the job presently, love.”

Then, he left to prepare my lunch. Just like the day before, I had to have lunch alone. But this time, he sat beside me while I eat, looking at me with somewhat fondness.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.

“I already had mine.” He said.

I was still questioning his behaviors. He was being such a gentleman, taking care of me all alone without any help. Giving me a place to stay when I needed it the most. But there was still a little bit of suspicion I couldn’t get rid of.

I felt weaker than I did the day before. I kept sitting most of the time. Jungkook offered to read me a poetry. I found his voice much more soothing than the poem itself. He could be reading the worst poem ever written in history. But I would still enjoy it as much.

When Jungkook left me to prepare the dinner table, I was walking around to explore some more territory by myself. But the more I walked, the dizzier my head got. At a point, my knees gave up and I started to fall.

But before I could actually touch the ground, Jungkook was already by my side, holding me firmly on his arms. I could see his face from up close. He was genuinely worried about me.

“Love,” he called softly.

I nodded to let him know that I was still conscious. He lifted me up in a bridal style and carried me towards my bedroom. I looked at him earnestly. I needed to ask it or I wouldn’t be able to rest.

“Was it you?” I whispered, “Or was it a dream?”

Jungkook put me to bed slowly. Then, he looked me in the eyes and said, “It was me, alright. But so was your dream.”

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I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt better than before. I looked around searching for Jungkook. But there was no one in my bedroom.

“Why wouldn’t he come tonight?” I thought, “Was he worried about my health?” Whatever he was doing to me, I could feel it was making me weak. But I still wouldn’t want it to stop.

I walked out of my room. He was nowhere to be seen, not in the living room nor in the library. I walked towards the direction I believed was his bedroom. He wasn’t there either. At that time, I heard the sound of the front gate opening.

I thought he might have went out. So, I followed the previous route I took to get inside and was already in front of the main door. It was wide open. This time I was sure he had gone out.

“But why at this time?” I thought. Hesitantly I went out to check the matter myself. It was a moonlit night. So, there was enough light to see through the woods. I walked around for a while when the howling of the wolves started.

I got scared. But I had already walked a long way from the mansion. I sped up and started to head back. The noises kept coming nearer. I started to run. But the wolves seemed to be just beside me. As I glanced sideways, I saw a wolf jumping right at me.

I fell down, eyes closed and heart beating up to my throat. But the wolf hadn’t touch me. As I looked up, I saw Jungkook. He was standing in between me and the pack of wolves. I couldn’t see his face properly since his back was towards me.

Then, with a hissing sound, he leapt towards the wolves. All the wolves were jumping at him one at a time. But he was invincible. He was dodging almost every attack from the wolves.

I couldn’t make out most of the fight. There was chaos all around. I couldn’t even move a muscle in fear. One of the wolves bit Jungkook on his neck and he screamed in pain. I got up to go near him. But at that moment, what I saw scared me to death.

I looked at Jungkook in disbelief. His face bore the expression of a wild beast. His eyes were scarlet and glowing in the moonlight. Blood was dripping from his mouth.

Our eyes met for a moment. He seemed to have seen the fear in my eyes. I took a step back. His face softened. He tried to walk towards me, mouthing the word, ‘love’.

I turned back and ran.

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I ran until I couldn’t anymore. I didn’t know where I was going. As I ran, all the memories from the mansion kept replaying in my head.

I never saw Jungkook eat or rest. He was terrified at the idea of going out. All of his room had thick curtains and they blocked the sunlight. His red eyes, his wild expression, the blood in his mouth…

I eventually lost consciousness and fell down on the ground. When I woke up again I was back at the mansion. I was lying on my bed while Jungkook sat at the very corner, looking at me.

I sat up quickly. His face was back to normal again. But I still couldn’t shake off the fear.

“Welcome back, love.” he said. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t answer. I looked out of the window where the curtains were drawn back. The moon was huge tonight.

Jungkook’s voice sounded very serious when he said, “You don’t have to be scared. The wolves won’t bother you anymore.”

I slowly nodded. I didn’t know whom I was more scared of, the wolves or my savior himself.

“Your car had been repaired.” He announced.

Then, he did something quite unexpected. He came to sit closer to me and took both of my hands in his. He looked me in the eyes and said, “You are free to go, love.”

“What have you done to me?” I was in tears.

“I know I have hurt you.” He whispered, “But trust me, I did it because I had no other choice.”

I started to sob. In between all of this mess, there was a kind of comfort I thought I had found. But my hope of an eternity together with this stranger I started to care about, was hanging by a thread.

“I’m so sorry that at some point, I started to care for you. It could have ended easily if I didn’t.” he said. I looked at his eyes. They were full of sorrow and regret.

“What are you?” I asked finally.

“I think you already know that, love.”

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I stayed awake in my bed. It had been a while since Jungkook left. I couldn’t sleep. The thought of leaving this mansion for good had surrounded me. I was in despair.

I didn’t know for sure how Jungkook was feeling. But he had said he started to care about me even if it was not supposed to have happened. I didn’t know about my own feeling as well. All I knew was that even if it wasn’t love, I was madly craving for him. What could it be? Desire, lust or infatuation?

Love was a complete foreign idea to me. All my life, I had only needs and wants. And I did everything to have them. Now I felt I needed Jungkook. I needed him to care for me. I needed him to make me feel at home. I needed him to do whatever it was that he did.

I had made up my mind. I went to his room. He was sitting up with a book in his hand. He looked at me in confusion.

“I thought I made it clear.” Jungkook said, “You can leave tomorrow.”

“What if I refuse?” I asked. Jungkook’s eyes opened wide. He looked as if he never expected that answer.

“You told me earlier that I was free to go. Does that also mean that I’m free to stay as well?” I asked again.

He shook his head, “I don’t think you understand, love. It’s dangerous. We are two very different things. You can’t live with me.”

“I know,” I said and climbed on to his bed, “Make me just like you.”

“Love!” he whispered, looking hurt by my words.

“I understand how you’re feeling about it. But let me tell you something honestly about me.” I moved closer and took his hands on mine like he had done earlier.

Then, I said all the things I had always wanted to tell a friend, someone who would understand me, someone who would care. Jungkook was the closest I ever had to a friend.

“I don’t have anyone or anything to return to.” I finished by asking him, “Will you accept me to be a part of your world?”

Jungkook chuckled, “I think I should be the one asking you that.” Then, his eyes lit up. It turned bright red as he came closer to whisper in my ear, “So, will you be my bride for an eternity, love?”

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Pi Gasu | When Two Become One

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, E2L, vampire!jungkook

Word Count - 8k

Jungkook has been keeping you close upon the revelation about the Pi Gasu curse. Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, terminal illness, unintentional violence / injury description, explicit sexual content, painful sex, biting, heavy angst

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Being cursed for death doesn’t seem too far afield from what’s written for everybody in this world. People breathe, sleep, eat, breed and eventually they wither and die. Of course there are vices that consume humanity between its beginning and end. Drugs, alcohol, lying, cheating, stealing, fucking everything with a pulse in a three hundred mile radius. And that’s only to name a few.

Death is inevitable for every living, breathing thing. One way or another life ends. No matter how beautifully written the book, or in spite of the end being premature, or even how peaceful the final chapter may be. That’s exactly what it is – a finale. Everything else is irrelevant in that moment. The sins, the celebrations, all the regrets and false promises truly mean nothing when it’s time to close the book.

We’re all born to die.

But to die before you’ve really lived? It’s pitiful. You don’t have a vice, there’s no morally grey area that intrigues you. Well maybe there is one. It’s tall, dark and sinisterly handsome with a knack for taking your breath away whenever it speaks in romance riddles. Whenever it embraces you you’re left wordless, and on the rare occasion it’s lips have moulded against yours it’s enough to consume every fibre of your being.

Unfortunately for you, it’s the same vice you’ve been staying with for almost three weeks now.

The curse of the Pi Gasu has plagued your thoughts ever since Jungkook told you about it. How you and your twin brother Eddie are cursed. How your biological father was a vampire. How Eddie’s terminal illness is nothing more than a transition into immortality. And how his transition will only be completed the moment you die. So it’s all real, the scary monsters and spooky tales. The vampires, werewolves and demons. The witchcraft, the potions and curses. It’s been a rough couple of weeks for you hiding out in Jungkook’s house that’s for damn sure.

Which leaves the question: why are you hiding out in his house?

It was something the monster in question deemed necessary, now that he knows the truth of your linage he wants to protect you from vampires. As Eddie’s transition painfully drags itself to almost completion, your scent has only grown all the more enticing to the undead.

The Pi Gasu curse births a born predator, a powerful vampire, and when the DNA splits itself in the womb the other twin, the human twin, is cursed for a short-lived life plagued with the unwanted art of seduction. Everything about you mesmerises a vampire, securing your death and completing Eddie’s transition into eternal darkness. Restoring the balance in the world, one death for immortal life.

It’s been unbearable for both you and Jungkook to be around each other as your scent flourishes, drowning him, so much so that you’re staying in a small spare bedroom on the highest floor away from his choice of bedroom – the basement.

It's decorated nicely, the bedroom you’re staying in, as is the rest of his home. Plain and simple, added touch of personality. Almost like he saw the room in a catalogue and thought; 'that's what humans live like, I'll copy it.'

You’ve been in the basement many times, hell he’s nearly taken you to heaven and back again within those walls on multiple occasions when you used to fool around together. But it’s out of bounds right now, for no reason other than your safety. You know that he’s insisting you stay here for your own good, to stay alive, because he’s told you that he needs more time. More time to find a cure for the Pi Gasu curse, but so far his efforts have been futile.

Of course there was the spark of hope that perhaps if you turned into a vampire, Eddie would be saved and you could avoid being buried deep in the earth or being scattered in the sky. However, after much researching Jungkook and his for lack of better word friends Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin and Namjoon all found no evidence to support the theory.

Apparently Jungkook isn’t willing to risk it regardless, he shut you down very quickly when you asked him to turn you. And not just because it’s illegal, but because he doesn’t want that life for you. He’s determined to find another way. And as you’re currently cooped up in his home asking any of the other vampires you know through association to turn you is somewhat impossible.

“Maybe I should just ask him to get this over with and kill me already.” You whisper at your reflection in the mirror, brushing out your wet freshly-showered hair.

That’s the inevitable, right? You’re going to die anyway so what’s the use in prolonging it? Eddie will be saved, Jungkook won’t have to fear that you’ve been found and killed by a vampire every damn day. It’s been a few days since you’ve even seen Jungkook’s face, usually he knocks on the bedroom door to let you know there’s food waiting for you before disappearing into the basement. It must be becoming a chore for him to take care of you like this, as much as it’s becoming a chore for you to stay put and wait for a miracle. You’re bored, broken and ready to face reality.

You were born to die.

Slowly, you push the bedroom door open, contrasting against the quickening of your beating heart. You’ve given him time and he’s found no cure. You’re ready to embrace death if it means your brother can be saved.

Skin still damp from the hot shower you cling onto the small towel that barely covers your modesty, making your way downstairs in his eerily homely home. It’s warm, as it has been throughout your stay here. Usually he would never feel the need to turn on the heating, but with a human under his roof he’s grown considerate of your comfort. Jungkook’s basically doing what he can to keep you alive, all while staying well out of your way and in turn not killing you himself.

Before you even have chance to call out his name in the open living area, he’s resting against the doorway in front of you – like he sensed you coming. Water beads trickle down your exposed skin when you stand completely still, frozen, staring at the vampire who’s hellbent on protecting your soul.

Jungkook swallows, wetting his lips all while his eyes slide over your body and drink in what you’re wearing. Well, what you’re not wearing. Unlike you he’s fully clothed, a shimmering red bomber jacket thrown over a zebra print sheer shirt that hangs just over his black belt. All tied together with ripped black jeans and bare feet. His disregard for colour palettes or themes when it comes to fashion choices never fails to amuse you. No human would ever dress like that.

“Did you need something?” His voice is flat, unreadable, much like the expression blanketing his sharp profile that’s only softened by the wavy locks of raven hair tickling his thick brows, “Are you out of clean clothes?”

“No… I just-, I just wanted to see you I guess.” You sigh absentmindedly, shaking some excess water from your hair, “It’s pretty lonely up there.”

The look on Jungkook’s face is nothing short of pained when his eyes squeeze shut, he looks almost guilty before he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Y/N… I’m sorry. But it’s for your own safety.”

“You’ve never hurt me before.” You mumble, averting his gaze.

And he hasn’t. Initially when you first met Jungkook all those months ago you were terrified of him and the prospect of what he could do to you. He’s strong, a lot stronger than a regular bitten vampire, he’s a Pi Gasu vampire, much like your brother he was born for this life. It’s in his veins and always has been. Even before his twin sister died and secured his place in the immortal world, the monster he became lingered beneath the surface. Waiting. Begging to be freed.

But then you got to know Jungkook on a personal level, and he would do anything to keep you safe. The fact you’re standing in his house proves the fact on some level, despite having no soul, he does care about you. There have been moments together, heated moments, moments that will last an eternity in his mind, where he could’ve succumb to his inner demon and blood lust. But he didn't.

Jungkook’s features soften upon meeting your eyes, his doe-like eyes may be crimson red in colour but they’re swimming with emotion, enough to make you drown in them, “Truthfully I don’t know what’s worse,” He frowns, pierced lips parted, “Staying away from you makes me crave you more, but being near you…”

“Makes you want to kill me.” You clear your throat, somewhat overwhelmed by his presence.

A while ago he’d asked you if you believe in fate, soulmates, convinced that you and he were tied by the beauty of the moon. But as you watch the man in front of you physically struggle to breathe around you, you’re reminded that it’s nothing more than the curse of the Pi Gasu.

The corners of his lips quirk up into a soft smile, “It’s not the curse.” His voice is low, it’s still equal parts infuriating and endearing that he can read your thoughts and you’ll never get used to it. “You’re… It’s…. It’s more than that. If I were only interested in you because of the curse you would’ve been dead a long time ago. The curse complicates things, but, well…”

“Maybe it’d be better for everyone if I just died already and got this over with.” You chuckle, while you’re trying to ease the budding tension with a joke at your own expense it’s obvious Jungkook doesn’t see the funny side. His frown deepens, a small hum escaping him.

“Is that how you really feel?”

“I’m just saying…” You sigh, squeezing the towel wrapping your body a little tighter, “Eddie will transition into a vampire, he won’t be in pain anymore… And you won’t have to waste time searching for a miracle. You can go back to your normal life before we met—”

“My time will never be wasted when spent on you.” He takes a step forward, surprising you, his jaw clenched so tight you wonder if vampire bones are capable of shattering, “If it takes me forever to find a cure then so be it, I’m not prepared to let you die.”

You try to reason with him, shuffling a cautious step in his direction, “I don’t want my brother to be in pain anymore, if dying is the only way—”

“I’m not going to let that happen!” The projection of his voice startles you, but not as much as the loud bang followed by bricks crumbling around his feet after he punches the door frame does. You stare at him wide-eyed and frightened, unable to peer away from the way his chest heaves up and down with each angry breath. “I need more time… I’ll find a way.”

At this you lose it, laughing humourlessly before you match his volume and rage, “There isn’t another way Jungkook! You’ve tried!” You rush over to him, until you’re in arms-length distance and being mindful not to step in the aftermath of his temper, “I can’t live like this anymore, knowing that it’s hurting my brother… I just-, I want this to be over with. I’m ready.” You sigh, eyes fluttering shut. It’s such a relief to say that out loud.

Jungkook swallows, dark eyes zoned in on your face, “Well I’m not ready to lose you Y/N.”

“It has to be this way, to save my brother.”

“I'm not letting you go, not yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” He begins, trembling tattooed hands gently finding purchase on your bare shoulders, “You’re the poem the universe wrote only for me.”

A tiny gasp betrays you when his inked fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. It’s indescribable how beautiful the man is standing before you, even in his human life he must’ve been the most handsome person around. His eyes are dark in colour, framed by even darker delicate lashes. The pits of your stomach ignite with desire, along with an uncontrollable need to be closer to him. A pull so inhumane and sewn deep into your soul that you struggle to compare it to anything you’ve ever experienced. It's Jungkook’s breath warm against your lips that breaks you from the trance, gazing up at him with big eyes.

“I know you feel this too… This comfort, this desire…” He whispers, until his lips are a hair away from yours, his own eyes sliding shut, “The ache in your heart, is my promise to you that this is more than the curse. You belong with me.”

“Then change me.” You plead quietly, cupping his angled jaw with your hands, “There’s no way to beat the curse, if it’s death that completes his transition… Technically I’ll be dead. Change me.”

“There’s no guarantee it’ll save you brother, there’s no guarantee you’ll even survive it… There’s no evidence of a Pi Gasu twin being turned. It’s too risky. Your life isn’t something I’m willing to take chances on.”

You sigh again, pressing your forehead to his, “Please, Jungkook.”

“You may have nothing to lose, but if we do this I’ll lose everything.” His whisper comes with his arms snaking round your back, pressing your body to his own. “If you die—”

“We don’t know that I won’t survive it,” You hold his face tighter, silently begging him to grant this wish for you, “I can’t tolerate the thought of my life causing my brother pain anymore. Please, for me, please. It will work—”

“Do you realise what you’re asking of me?” He bites, and for a split second you swear you see his chin quiver. “I could never forgive myself if it didn’t work, if you died before I had the chance to really be with you.”

His admission sends a rush of guilt over you, you are asking a lot of him but there is no other way. He’s searched, his friends have searched, and no cure has been found. If you’re going to die regardless, at least it won’t be in vain.

“Then be with me.” You whisper, “Take me, however you want me, have me.” You kiss his cheek, not missing the way his hold of you grows stronger.

“It’s too dangerous.” His face his scrunched tightly, as though he’s having a difficult time being so close to you. Where his skin is usually ice cold his cheeks feel flushes beneath your palms, “If I lose control, even for a second…”

“You won’t.” You hush his concerns, thumbs tracing back and forth on his skin in an attempt to comfort him, “And if you do… You could change me. This will work, I promise.”

"What if it doesn't?" He whispers back.

"But what if it does?"

Large palms make their way up your back until they find purchase in your damp hair, and at that exact moment nothing else in the world matters. It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel for each other so deeply, so unwaveringly, that when his lips find yours you simultaneously feel broken and complete all at once. When he kisses you you’re left breathless, haphazardly grabbing at his body to get impossibly closer to him, something he reciprocates wordlessly.

Jungkook’s hands are all over your frame, his lips crushing yours hard enough to bruise, with such urgency it makes your head spin. It doesn’t take you long to slide his jacket from his broad shoulders, messily clawing down his back when his tongue elegantly glides into your mouth and dances with your own. You stand there for some time, embracing each other, kissing as though it’s the last time, choking on the thick sea of words neither of you are too brave to speak.

It's then that you’re being whisked downstairs faster than you can humanly process. Your back hits the mattress on the large bed centred in the basement, Jungkook’s body atop of your own and strong arms caging you in. His lips never leaving yours, kissing you with so much yearning and lust that it’s enough to make you feel as though you’re the only two people in the world. When your arms reach out to his shirt buttons the towel you’re wearing falls open, revealing your entirely naked body underneath him.

The scent of your exposed flesh must’ve been like heat from a foreign country smacking Jungkook straight in the face when stepping off a plane. He pulls back ever so slightly, calming himself, steadying his breathing while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I want you to know…” He exhales, voice thickened by bloodlust and greed, “That whatever happens, if this doesn’t work… In my own way, in my own morbid, sinister and selfish way. Not once in my centuries of existing have I ever felt this way about anyone.”

“Jungkook…” You whimper beneath him, ridding him of his thin shirt. You'd almost forgotten about the countless tattoos decorating his physique. The dark sleeves, the intricate artwork littering his entire body. The muscles on his body. He really is breath taking.

“To know you is to love you Y/N.”

Wet kisses smother your neck, filled with emotion and truths untold that have you sighing in bliss. He’s omnipresent, you can feel him in every inch of your body, his voice haunting your thoughts and his touch burning your flesh. His tongue glides over a sensitive spot on your neck and that’s when you feel his fangs, sharp and threatening, scratching the spot through the kisses. Jungkook’s movements grow more frantic, his mouth lapping up your taste before he hisses against you, shaking his head of the intrusive thoughts.

“It’s okay…” You whisper, “It’s okay… You won’t hurt me, I trust you.”

You feel his small smile against you, “A foolish mistake on your part.”

With your earlobe pinched between his teeth he rests his weight on one arm, snaking the other down to cup your breast. When his thumb grazes your nipple you both groan, overwhelmed by lust. Every nerve in your body is aflame, singing a song written for only Jungkook to hear. When his hand travels further down your bare body, until his fingers toy with your folds you lose all sense of who you are.

“Please,” You beg shamelessly, “Please touch me.”

“Once I start I won’t be able to stop Y/N,” Where his whispered warning should bring you to your senses, it does nothing save for fuel the burning desire in your body, “Being… Intimate with a vampire, it’s-, it’s not going to be like it is in the movies. It’s rough, it’s painful and it will hurt. Are you sure you want this?”

“I’m sure,” You nod along a little too eagerly, ready to be thrown into the volcano. “Come here…” You gently grip his head and tug his neck to your lips, peppering the clammy skin with lewd kisses, “Can I-, um…”

For the first time in a while you hear him chuckle, his white smile so boyish and bright you almost miss the threat of his predatory fangs completely, “You can. Don’t hold back, get a good amount of blood in case this ends badly. Bite me like your life depends on it.”

Because it does.

With a lot of effort your teeth sink into his flesh and the familiar taste of iron coats your tongue. It’s not pleasurable, not for a human, to taste blood. But the moment is intimate, like you’re tasting the forbidden fruit you’ve been told to avoid your whole life. You’ve tasted his blood before when you fooled around, mostly because he didn’t want to hurt you and knew a drop of his blood would help repair any injuries sustained. But this time it's different, this really may be your last night with him if things turn sour.

Soon your biting turns to kisses and Jungkook lowers his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice raspy yet serious, “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.” You murmur against his skin, jaw falling slack with a gasp upon the sensation of his nimble fingers drawing firm circles over your sensitive area.

It’s euphoric, the feeling of coming undone beneath a monster you’ve lusted for since the moment you met him. Your body caged under his, his muscles sheltering you from the outside world. Like a rose guarded by it’s thorns, two halves a whole, neither one existing without the other. And as his ministrations grow more deliberate, dipping into where you crave him most, the rose begins to shed it’s petals. Layers of doubt, fear, uncertainty, falling onto the bedsheets with your discarded towel. Walls crumbling, only leaving the part of your soul that yearns for more. Your body language is something he is fluent in, understanding completely what you want and how to give it to you.

As you watch him slither down the sheets, until his face is buried into the plump flesh of your thigh, you feel like you’re falling. But he doesn’t let you touch the ground, catching you, he takes a deep breath through flared nostrils to steady himself before heavy eyes flicker to your face. Perhaps the most sinful feature of human nature is to give what we most wish to receive, and in this moment the only thing clouding the limited space between your bodies is the mutual need for intimacy.

To be loved.

Jungkook’s losing his mind, every ounce of self-restraint slowly dissipating into the carnal desire to claim you. To make you his in every sense of the word, until your minds, bodies and souls are eternally intertwined. His bare chest rises and falls in rhythm with your pounding heart, the scent of you flooding every sense he possess. Subconsciously his jaw tightens upon seeing your wet pussy shimmer in the dim lighting of the basement. The monster inside him has never been so painfully close to the surface in your presence, it’s a battle he knows he’ll ultimately lose and the neediness smothering your pretty features is far from helping the situation.

Open-mouthed kisses guide him to your swollen clit, where he takes it between his lips and begins to lap it up with a flattened tongue, sucking and licking until you’re writhing on the bed in equal parts shock and desperation.

“Fuck… Jung-, hnnng.” You moan breathlessly, feeling akin to being on cloud fucking nine, body tingling in every way imaginable. His licking grows heavier, more determined and erratic, barely giving you time to even out your unsteady breaths, “Shit, Jungkook.” You mewl, pushing your hips up to meet his greedy mouth.

His muscular arms sling themselves under your thighs, a bruising grip on your hips when he drags you closer to his face, the bend of his nose now flat against your core. You're no match for the shapes he's creating with his tongue. you don't stand a change against the harsh sucks and groans he's delivering. It’s as if he’s enjoying this equally as much as you, thick brows pinched in concentration while the hold he has on your bones turns painful. Hearing you cry out from the combination of pain and pleasure only spurs him on more, smothering himself between your legs where he eats you out so ravenously your legs twitch and tremble either side of his face.

“Jungk-, ohhh…” Your eyes glide back into your skull, hands roughly and quickly finding their way into the depths of his raven hair. With urgency you push his bangs away from his face to get a better view of the unholy display unfolding before your very eyes.

The dark veins framing his hooded gaze should deter you, turn you off, make you scream for an entirely different reason. But they don’t. In spite the noticeable bruising around his eye sockets, drawing attention to the beast inside him, you’ve never wanted him more.

It’s when he looks up at you that you realise exactly what he was referring to earlier. Despite having consumed his blood the strength he’s grabbing your body with hurts. You’re frowning, lips ajar to allow your shallow breaths and quiet whimpers escape freely. The pain is soon forgotten about when Jungkook hisses against you, sucking in a sharp breath before diving right back in, visibly losing control.

We don’t fall in love with the pure intentions in people, we fall in love with the darkness we recognise in others. From the moment your eyes met his, you knew there was something inside his demonic stare that felt like home. It’s all overwhelming, contradicting, confusing, but boy is it addicting.

It’s a stab to the heart and being brought back to life in the same moment, knowing it hurts but unable to pinpoint where. Just knowing you want more of it, until you’re gasping for air and drowning in the sea of possibilities. Further proving that if it doesn’t hurt, ache and bleed, it’s not love; and the way he holds your body strong enough to break it has you finally making sense of the term ‘to love someone to death’.

“Jungkook… I’m-,” You pant, tugging and pulling his hair, “I’m close. Please…” Your body shakes and jolts with ecstasy, the fire in your stomach never burning hotter. The pornographic sounds of him savouring every drop of arousal you’re giving him floods your ears, fogs your mind and throws you head first over the edge.

“Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming! Don’t stop!”” You gasp, back arching from the sheets, hands flying to your scalp to helplessly tug your hair.

Your frame is punched with the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, pulsating with pleasure that comes in white-hot waves. Had Jungkook been human the way you’re pressing your thighs together from the overstimulation would have his eyes pop out his skull. Instead his face stays there, stare hungrily dragging itself up and down the spans of your sweaty body. His movements slow into an eventual nothing, aiding you ride out your high, until he’s suddenly above you, crashing his face to yours in a bloodthirsty kiss.

“Take more,” He orders, craning his neck to give you easier access to where you bit him previously, “I’m-, have more. Please. I’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer, I don’t want to hurt you.” The genuine pain weaved into his words sparks a panic inside you, this is him holding back? You think about how tightly he held you, how your bones almost crumbled beneath his fingertips. So you do as he says, biting him again until a soft moan emits from his pierced lips and catches you off guard.

“If this is too much for you…” You say quietly, guilt eroding your insides, “We don’t-, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me. If you’re not having a good time—”

You’re cut short by the sound of Jungkook’s breathy laughter, sounding disbelieved. He meets your eye contact with a smirk, still panting for air, “How can I put this to you?” He’s laughing, wetting his lips between smiles, “To call what we’ve just done ‘a good time’ is a fucking insult. I’ve never felt seduction like this, I want to have you, to take you, to consume you in every way imaginable until you’re mine.” There’s a possessiveness to his tone, one what reignites the fire of passion.

“I’m already yours.” You whisper, in what feels like a very profound moment where time itself comes to a halt.

Jungkook stills, swallowing the needy noises that threaten to betray him when you start kissing his neck again, softly, featherlight, showing him no fear or hesitation. You want this, just as much as he does, “Everything I am, everything I have to give, is yours Y/N.”

And just like that he’s kissing you again, feverishly, hopelessly, like a love sick fool glutton for punishment.

The tension picks up quickly, atmosphere shifting into something more sinister as Jungkook begins to lose his resolve. His body is tense, jaw tight, eyes slid shut and white teeth bared in a threatening snarl against your cheek. A hand reaches out to the wooden bedframe to steady himself, but instead it crumbles between his fingertips and he has no choice but to keep himself still to stay calm.

“Are you okay?” You peer up at him, expression innocent yet screaming concern.

Jungkook growls, he knew this moment would happen sooner or later but he doesn’t have time to dwell on the specifics. When his eyes lock with yours they’re deep red, rich, oozing lust, a born predator stalking his prey.

“You’re mine.”

A moment later he’s shed of any clothing, hovering above you, chest heaving up and down while panting for air. Your scent is everywhere, it’s enough to make his eyes roll back into his skull when he bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The tattoos, the muscles, the bumps and bends of his body have you silently pleading for him to take you, it’s the last thing Jungkook sees in your eyes before the monster inside finally takes over.

The lust that overcomes a vampire when aroused is like nothing any human would understand. The need, the urgency, the craving that weighs down their limbs and clouds their judgement. Any rational thinking dissolves quickly and the frenzy kicks in strong. With flared nostrils and unsteady deep breaths he lines his cock up to your entrance, hands trembling with anticipation and greed.

“Take me Jungkook,” Your voice is like that of an angel’s when it lands on his ears, quiet and calm, “I’m yours.”

With that statement your walls struggle to accommodate the size of his length as he pushes into you, the two of you groaning and gasping at the new mind-blowing sensation. Your hands are pinned above your head, held in place by the bone crushing grip Jungkook has on them with one hand, the other pawing at your left breast while his tongue finds your other nipple, swirling against it hungrily.

“Fuck!” You cry, never feeling so full in your life, “Jungkook… Oh my-, oh-, nnngh.” You whine pathetically between tiny breaths. You were warned that being intimate with a vampire was no easy feat, you knew it would hurt, and yet you’re still surprised at just how much it hurts.

“Who do you belong to?” Jungkook growls against your skin, pulling back his hips until he’s almost fully out of you before slamming himself back inside. Your organs already feel bruised, bones aching, head spinning. Yet there’s something tremendously addicting and pleasurable behind the pain.

“Y-you.” You hiss.

The roll of his hips is already overbearing, physically and emotionally pushing you to your limits. With each feral thrust you feel weaker, legs shaking in time with your pants for air. You’ve never given much thought to why mating with a vampire is illegal, Jungkook had explained to you that it’s extremely dangerous and the repercussions of these actions. Yet to experience it first hand is another thing entirely. The stretch is almost too much to handle, so much so that you shriek when you’re equally blessed and cursed by a particularly harsh thrust.

“Aaah!” Your eyes squeeze shut, mirroring the way your walls tighten around the girth currently stuffing you senseless.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” You barely register the words lost to the sound of his moans and groans against your flesh, too caught up in your own self-awareness and thoughts. This is really happening, you’re fucking Jungkook. And Jungkook is annihilating you.

Once you’re adjusted to the brutal pace he’s set, plunging in and out of you, the pleasure slowly creeps up on you like a stalker in the night. It’s there, you can sense it, you know it’s coming and you cling onto the feeling of growing arousal inside you as a way to deal with the aches and pains spreading your frame. Focussing on how good this feels, you manage to find a sense of bliss.

As though he read your mind, Jungkook snakes a hand down your body to your clit, rubbing the area firmly to amplify the pleasure you’re feeling. The movements of his hand match the snaps of his hips. Hard, deep, inhumane, but it’s enough to regain some strength in your limbs and reignite the fire of passion in the depths of your abdomen.

“Shhh, shit-“ You choke out, completely enamoured by the sensation, “Keep going. Just like that.”

"I knew you'd be able to take me," He gasps when you clench around him again, "Fuck... Mmmph."

"Please, don't stop..." You whimper, your second high fast approaching thanks to his huge cock effortlessly brushing past your most sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, "Please."

"I could fuck you for eternity." He spits, lips tucked between his teeth while trying to remain calm, tightening the grip of your bound hands with his own, "I'm going to fuck you for eternity baby. Every night, mmmph, forever."

"Forever." Your voice is barely audible over Jungkook's loud moans every time he fucks into you, the sound alone sparking a whole new wave of need inside you.

“You’re mine,” He reiterates between ragged breaths, “All fucking mine.”

“All yours.” You sigh, growing hotter and sweatier all while being drilled into the mattress beneath you, “I’m all yours, and you’re mine.”

And that he is. He’s spent the last eight centuries guarding his heart, guarding it so viciously that others questioned if he even had one. It may not beat, it may not pump blood through his body, it may not work at all. But even then, in its broken, shabby, moth-eaten and frozen state. It belongs to you. Each part of his being, both man and beast, is undeniably, unfathomably, and uncontrollably yours.

He can’t blame the curse for his feelings, the fact alone that you make him capable of feeling anything is all the proof he needs that you’re his mate. His true mate. Just because you’re a Pi Gasu, a blood singer, doesn’t mean the emotions surging his core aren’t real. He’s fucking you hard enough to break you, to kill you, if it were nothing more than the curse drawing him to you he would’ve bitten and drained you by now, he's being intimate with you because he wants to.

Therein lies the biggest mistake Jungkook could’ve ever made. With your naked, exposed, vulnerable body quivering beneath him – he thinks about your blood. The romantic taste it leaves on his tongue, the thick scent of it flooding this entire room, his nostrils, how your arousal makes it sweeter…

“Jungkook, oh my—” You whine, muffling your shy moans behind your teeth that are sunken into your lips.

Without warning the grip he has of your hands tightens again, and your eyes fly open in a panic when you hear, when you feel the bones in your fingers snap. You stare at Jungkook, dumbfounded, in a state of shock. But he’s too zoned in on your neck to notice your features, he hasn’t registered what’s just happened despite the fact your fingers are like putty in his hands. His grip tightens once more, this time your wrist shatters like the bedframe did earlier, and you can’t help but scream.

"Ahh!"

“Shit shit shit, fuck!” Jungkook snaps out of his daze, face full of horror upon seeing what he’s done, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” In a frenzy of contradicting emotion he takes his hand away from your wrist, grabbing your hip to still your bodies – except the pressure from his vice-like hold is strong enough to crush your bones.

“Ahh—!” You’re coughing, spluttering, crying when it feels as though your hipbone has been ground down to dust and popped out of socket, paralysed with pain.  “Jungkoo-, plea-, stop.” You choke, and the red tinge to his eyes quickly fades into chocolate brown. He raises his shaky hands to prove to you he’s not going to touch you, withdrawing himself from your body entirely.

“I-, Y/N… I’m sorry. I-, I lost it… Fuck, I’m s—”

“It hurts-, it-, it hurts.” You sob, physically incapable of moving your broken body on the bed, “Please… M-make it stop!” You’re roaring inconsolably, which tugs on the vampire’s heart strings a lot harsher than he’d prepared for. Nothing could’ve prepared him for seeing you in this much agony, nothing could’ve prepared you for feeling this much agony.

“I'll make it stop,” He nods once, twice, three times to syke himself up, “This is going to hurt, but it’ll take away the pain soon I promise.” With your eyes squeezed shut you manage to nod at him, giving him the only confirmation he needed to lower his lips to your jugular.

It’s a bittersweet moment for him, finally having the consent to bite you. But at what cost? He hurt you, something he’d promised himself he’d never do. And biting you now, after you’ve consumed his blood is going to change the course of your life forever. That’s if it even works… It should’ve prevented your bones from breaking, but it didn’t. Shaking the intrusive thoughts from his mind he kisses your neck tenderly, fluttering his eyes shut as mutual greed and despair takes over his immortal being.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, before plunging his sharp fangs into the supple skin of your neck as easy as a blade through soft butter.

The second your blood stains his tongue, it’s over. Not just for your mortality, your soul, but for Jungkook too. It was one thing to drink your blood from the donation vials you’d gifted him previously, but to feast on you in such an intimate way in such a sacred moment is unbearable. He grips your body tightly, shattering a few of your ribs in the process to tug you even closer, all while his eyes roll into the back of his skull. You taste like every sonnet ever written, like every genuine smile you’ve ever gifted him, he’s never tasted such romance that it’s impossible for him to stop.

“Jungkook…” You’re growing weaker by the moment, the agony broken bones forgotten about, replaced by a searing hot pain on your neck that makes you want to shriek and sob. Except you’re too frail to move, to complain, instead having to take the hurt for what it is and pray that it’s over soon.

“Jung-,” You’re lightheaded, rapidly emptying of blood as your eyelids grow heavy. It’s a selfless thought, your final one, prompting the corners of your lips to curl into a smile. At least your brother will be okay. “-Kook… I-,” Your breaths slow, as does your heart, but you’ll be damned if you die without speaking your truth, “-love you.”

Your heartfelt confession forces him back to reality, he gulps, somehow finding the inner strength to stop and let go of your body. With a heaving chest and aching heart he retracts his fangs, replacing them with a soft kiss to the wound he’s created. A kiss so heartfelt that Shakespeare himself would have difficulty describing it. It takes him a selfish moment to steady himself, to fully shake the demon within to the back of his thoughts and appreciate your words and their magnitude. His forehead rests against your cheek, his hair damp and wayward, sticking to his skin as he smiles.

“To say I love you too would be an understatement,” He exhales, withdrawing from your face when you don’t react, “Y/N?”

Death is so beautiful. To have certainty, no yesterday and no tomorrow, no misery or doubt, just eternal peace. Envy brews inside Jungkook at the prospect of those capable of dying, to be the first to say goodbye, to lay forever in the soil and be a part of something more. The circle of life, the balance and harmony of the universe. At least that’s how he viewed death until he saw the light fade away from your eyes.

“Y/N?!”

He sits back on his knees, panicking, only now registering just how much damage he’s caused. Your body is warped, a mangled version of the epitome of beauty it was before. Not once has Jungkook ever felt remorse for his killings, it’s not in his nature. But the sight before him has him feeling sick to his stomach. He did this.

“Y/N?! No, no no no no…” Frantically shaking his head in denial his hands find the towel, covering your intimate areas with it to spare you some dignity, “Come on… Come on… The venom should be working, stay with me baby, stay with me!”

Love never dies a natural death. It withers away from the wrongdoings of the person we trusted most. The deceit, the pain and betrayals. It dies because of us, the consequences of our own actions. In it’s final hours love hurts so much that we feel numb to the pain, and even though we know the inevitable is coming, the execution destroys us.

And Jungkook loved you so much that it killed you.

“Please, you can’t leave me! You-, we were meant to be forever.. Please, come on come on come on...”

For the first time in his immortal existence Jungkook is scared. You should’ve turned by now, you should be like him. He’s turned many before, all of which showed signs of life after death within seconds of dying. It was a risky move to make, turning you when knowing of your lineage and the Pi Gasu curse, but even he must admit deep down he thought this would work. The silence in the basement is deafening, not even a trace of you beating heart remains.

"I've searched for so long to find you, please," He's desperate, leaning down to bite the other side of your neck. Your wrist, your arms, his fangs even make their way down to your thighs to bite you there too. The venom should be working. Why isn't it fucking working?!

It's then that he maps out a plan, one that will end his anguish if you really are dead. He’s to report your death to the council, they would never let him live knowing that he mated with you, never mind the fact he murdered you. The council consists of the world’s oldest, strongest vampires that implore the laws and see out punishments for ones broken. He’ll be executed. He knows first hand that he will suffer, it will be torture, the same pain he inflicted on others when he was a part of the council before he fled. Even then, nothing could ever hurt him more than living, if that’s what he is, knowing what he’s done.

“I’m so sorry,” His quivering lips part, allowing sobs to escape freely.

Even in death you take his breath away.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook you’re screaming for him not to worry, soul banging against the flesh of your body as the venom of his bites spreads your veins. It’s indescribable, agonising and paralysing. Internally you have the energy to run a thousand miles, the room smells different, there are dust particles falling in front of your eyes that you so desperately want to catch between your fingertips that feel restored to their usual structure. Yet you can't bring your body to move a single muscle.

You’re pleading, begging for him to stop crying and see that it worked. It worked. Eddie's transition will be complete just as you finish your own. You’re right here with Jungkook, where you’ll always be.

Forever.

“I should’ve never put you at risk like this… I-, I should’ve shown more restraint. I should’ve never let this happen.” He continues, sparks igniting your skin when his cool fingers trace your profile before he shuts your eyelids for you.

“I spent centuries searching for you, longing for your touch… Only for my touch to be the weapon that kills you. I would’ve given you the world and yet I’m the one to take it from you. The irony of loving someone so much it kills you is wasted on me, I feel nothing short of heartbroken.”

Please, please don’t cry, you think, please.

The world’s greatest love stories are defined by tragedy, and there is nothing more tragic than finally embracing your adoration and love for someone when it’s too late. How selfish of you both, to only truly appreciate the other and the comfort they brought you once it faded into darkness. It takes every ounce of strength, every shred of adrenaline in your body to flutter your eyes back open. And when you do, you're greeted with the sight of Jungkook sobbing into his hands.

Your voice is hoarse, throat burning, as though you've just died and come back to life, but when it registers in your mates brain his gaze snaps to yours instantly, and he grins.

"I-I'm thirsty."

x

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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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Vampire jk which abducted reader from a covenience store bc he thinks she's pretty and he won't share. Make it yandere and DARK pls pls

(yandere) part of the prompt game pairing: vampire!Jungkook x f!reader genre: vampire!AU, yandere, dark romance warnings: yandere, obsession, compulsion so kind of non-con, mentions of blood, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 1.775

a/n: hope it's dark enough lol

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There’s something about the way you move, something about the way you exist, something so breakable, so delicate, so utterly fragile in your very being, like a porcelain doll poised on the edge of a shelf, waiting for a hand, just one careless hand, to shatter you into a thousand tiny pieces—shards of glass, glittering remnants of what was once whole but could never be put back together again.

Jungkook watches you, has been watching you for months now, lurking like the monster he is, in the corners of the streets you walk down in the darkening evenings, in the dim alleyways of your naive routine, unnoticed but always there, lingering with an intent that borders on obsession. Your skin is pale, your eyes wide, innocent, doe-like, and your lips are so soft-looking he sometimes wonders what it would feel like to press his thumb against them, feel the warmth of your breath, see if you’d break under the slightest bit of pressure, just snap like a twig in winter, cold and brittle.

It’s funny, he thinks, how you walk through life so unaware, so untouched by the darkness that curls around you, the shadows that creep along the edges of your world, waiting to consume you, and he, of course, is one of those shadows, watching you, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment, the moment when he’ll take you, make you his.

You’re so beautiful in your naivety, so perfect in your ignorance, and there’s a strange satisfaction in knowing that he’ll be the one to break you, to take that innocence and twist it into something darker, something that belongs to him, something that can never escape him once he’s had his way with it.

It happens on a Tuesday, a drizzly, grey afternoon in the convenience store, where the fluorescent lights buzz incessantly overhead and the air smells faintly of damp vegetables and cheap cleaning products. You’re there, standing in front of a shelf filled with canned soup, your fingers trailing absentmindedly along the labels as you read them with that same curious intensity you seem to give everything else, as if choosing a can of soup could somehow change the course of your life.

He stands a few aisles down, pretending to be interested in some boxed pasta, but his eyes are on you, always on you, drawn to you like a moth to a flame, that simmering sense of possessiveness curling tighter and tighter in his chest while saliva collects in his mouth, fangs protruding just a little.

You’re wearing a light dress today, something floral and soft, something that makes you look even more delicate than usual, and it’s that sight, that perfect, breakable sight, that makes him decide that today is the day, that he’s done waiting, done watching, done hiding like some kind of forgotten nightmare. No, today he’ll take you, and you won’t even know it’s happening until it’s too late.

He approaches you slowly, casually, his footsteps silent on the linoleum floor, and when he’s close enough that you can feel his presence, you turn your head to look at him, those wide, innocent, beautiful eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, just a brief flicker of a moment, you look confused, like you don’t quite know what to make of him, but that’s okay. He’s not worried. He never worries. He knows what he is, knows what he can do, and humans are so terribly easy to manipulate, to control, to bend to his will without even realising it.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low, smooth, almost like velvet, as he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours, and there’s a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, because why would it? You’re just a fragile little thing, after all, and he knows exactly how fragile things can break.

You blink up at him, that confusion still clouding your gaze, but there’s something else there too, something that he recognises immediately—the fear, the instinctive fear that all prey feels when it senses a predator nearby. But you don’t run. You don’t even move. You’re frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, staring up at him with those wide, pretty eyes, and it’s almost too easy, almost too perfect.

“You’re coming with me,” he says, his voice still that same velvet tone, but there’s an edge to it now, a command, and as he says the words, he reaches out, his hand brushing against your arm, and he feels the spark, the connection, the compulsion sliding into place like a key turning in a lock.

Your eyes glaze over slightly, your lips parting just a little, and you nod, so softly, so obediently, it makes his cold heart swell with something dark and possessive. You’re his now. You don’t even know it, but you’re his, and there’s no turning back.

A young grocery store employee approaches you then, a kid really, barely old enough to be working here, and he’s looking at you, not at Jungkook, with concern in his eyes, because even he can sense that something isn’t right, that something about this situation feels off, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about the boy. He only cares about you.

“Is everything okay?” the boy asks, his voice hesitant, unsure, and he takes a step closer, like he might try to intervene, might try to play the hero in this little scene, but Jungkook just looks at him, just gives him one look, one cold, dead-eyed look, and the boy stops in his tracks, the blood draining from his face, fear settling deep into his bones. He doesn’t say another word. He just turns around and walks away, too scared, too weak to do anything else, and Jungkook almost laughs, almost, but there’s no time for that, not now.

“Let’s go,” he whispers to you, and you nod again, that same obedient little nod, and he takes your small hand, cold fingers wrapping around yours, pulling you along behind him as you walk out of the store, out into the rain, out into the world where no one will stop him, where no one will even try, because no one ever does.

His house is dark, shadowed, the kind of place where nightmares are born and never quite die, and as he leads you inside, he watches you closely, watches the way you move, the way you follow him without question, without hesitation, and it’s almost laughable, because you’re so fragile, so tiny, so breakable, and he knows, deep down, that he could crush you in an instant, snap you in half without much effort, and you wouldn’t even fight back. You wouldn’t even scream.

He brings you to the living room, where the air reeks with the scent of old wood and something else, something metallic and dark, like blood that’s dried long ago, and he pushes you gently onto the couch, watching as you sit there, your hands folded neatly in your lap, your eyes still glazed over, still lost in that compulsion, and it’s so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying, to know that you’re his now, that you belong to him in every way that matters.

“Do you know how long I’ve watched you?” he asks you, his voice soft, almost tender, as he sits down beside you, his cold hand resting on your knee, his inked fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of your dress. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

You don’t respond, of course. You can’t. Not while you’re under his control, not while his will is the only thing that matters in your mind. But that’s fine. He doesn’t need you to respond. He just needs you to listen.

“I’ve watched you for months,” he continues, his voice low, almost a whisper now, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, inhaling deeply as his fangs come fully to life, “and I’ve thought about all the ways I could take you, all the ways I could make you mine. You’re so pretty, so perfect, so breakable… like a fucking doll. I could snap you in half if I wanted to, you know? I could break you, and you wouldn’t even know it until it was too late.”

His hand moves up your leg, cold fingers sliding under the hem of your dress, and you still don’t move, still don’t react, and it’s almost intoxicating, the power he holds over you, the way you’re completely at his mercy, completely and utterly his.

“But I won’t break you,” he purrs softly, his voice almost gentle now, as if he’s trying to soothe you, trying to make you believe that he’s not the monster you should fear. “I won’t break you because I’m not like that. I’m not like the others. I have a gold heart, you see… but my hands are cold. So cold.”

He lifts his hand, showing you his fingers, pale and icy, and he watches as your eyes follow the movement, as if you’re mesmerised by the sight of him, by the sight of something so inhuman, so otherworldly.

“I won’t break you,” he repeats, and this time, there’s something darker in his voice, something twisted and possessive and full of the kind of love that only monsters can feel. “I’ll keep you, instead. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you forever.”

And then he leans in, closer and closer, until his lips are inches from yours, and he can feel your breath on his skin, warm and soft, and it’s almost too much, almost too perfect, because he knows that in this moment, in this exact moment, you’re his, completely and utterly his, and nothing will ever change that.

“You belong to me now,” he whispers against your lips, and then, without waiting for a response, without giving you a chance to even think even if you tried, he kisses you.

His lips are cold, colder than ice, colder than death, and he feels you shudder beneath him, feels the way your body reacts to the touch, the way your skin prickles with goosebumps, and it’s so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying, to know that he’s the one causing it, that he’s the one who owns you now, body and soul.

And as he kisses you, as he feels you give in to him completely, he knows that this is just the beginning, just the start of something darker, something twisted, something that will never end, because you’re his now, and you’ll never be anything else.

Never.

PART 2

Part 2 of this | shout out to @sleepingzzzimp who made this happen lol part of the prompt game pairing: vampire!Jungkook x f!reader genre: vampire!AU, yandere, dark romance warnings: compulsion and being held captive, obsessive and possessive JK, OC’s rather…special in regards of what JK did to her, allusion to dubcon/noncon, blood drinking, foul language, explicit sexual content, smut, OC’s ovulating, oral (m. receiving), ‘good girl’, a lot of saliva, deep throating, size difference, a lil bit of fingering, doggy, unprotected seggs, a lil bit of aftercare, a lil bit of fluff, lmk if I forgot smth pls word count: 2.573

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Jungkook didn’t think much further than keeping you by his side, using you not only as his personal blood bag but also as a warm, perfectly suited pleasure-giver for his dead soul. It’s not like you have much of a choice, with the compulsion firmly in place to stop your fragile self from doing anything that might harm your mortal, precious life.

He knows, though, that even under compulsion, humans tend to remain aware of what’s going on. He’s seen that subtle flicker of consciousness more times than he can count. But with you, he never finds resentment, hatred, or sadness—none of the things he might expect, even when he himself would admit he’s gone too far.

It’s impressive, really, and makes it all the more fun and fulfilling to have you around. You’re like the perfect doll, tailor-made just for him. Amazing.

Weeks have passed—maybe months? Jungkook doesn’t know anymore, nor does he care to keep track of mortal time. What he does know is that a routine has formed. And part of that routine is watching you make breakfast in the old kitchen of his mansion. Because despite everything, you’re still human, and you need nutrition to keep being his personal supply.

Jungkook’s noticed for days now that something about you has changed, though he’s not entirely sure what it is. It’s like the compulsion has worn off, not working on you the way it used to. But that shouldn’t be possible. At least, not in his understanding of things.

Sometimes, as he watches you humming around the kitchen, occasionally singing along to the crackling radio on the top shelf, he daydreams of you being here by choice, not because of compulsion. It must be nice, he thinks, to have someone who loves him.

Could he even love? If it was with you, he might try. Or maybe this possessiveness is love, the only kind he’s capable of feeling.

Like every morning, Jungkook sits at the nearby table, watching you prepare a high-protein breakfast, as if you’re willingly keeping yourself strong for him. Then, it happens. Your eyes meet his, and for the first time, they’re crystal clear, fully conscious, without any trace of the haze he’s used to see in them.

His face would go pale if he weren’t already deadly white. Carefully, he stands up, every sense on high alert. The kitchen knives are just within your reach, which he’s absolutely not a fan of. 

“What’s wrong, Kook?” Your voice is soft, melodic, and he can’t tell if you’re playing games or if he’s dreaming.

“You tell me.”

“I’m fine. But you’re not. You’re scaring me, Kook.”

He knows why you’re scared. He’s never acted this wary with you before, never approached you like you might be his literal downfall. But he can’t help it. Even though he knows you can’t really harm him, he refuses to let his guard down.

“I know the compulsion’s worn off. Stop pretending.” His voice is dangerously cold, stepping closer, eyes flicking between you and every potential threat—the knives, the hot pan, even the salt that could burn his eyes.

“I’m not pretending, I know it’s worn off.” You smile up at him, brighter than ever, like you’re happy to be free—though not from him, specifically.

“And why aren’t you running? Or fighting?”

Jungkook doesn’t want to indulge in some fantasy where you’ve magically fallen in love with your captor. But despite his caution, your words make him feel something—a fuzziness he hasn’t felt in centuries.

“Why would I?” You sigh, turning off the stove and setting down the spatula. “Jungkook, you’ve treated me well. It’s not like I would—”

“Cut the bullshit. I know you’re lying.”

“But I’m not, Kook. There’s no one out there waiting for me. And if there is, they’re only out to hurt me.”

Your eyes are glassy now, almost pleading, and he’s not sure what to make of it.

“And now, you’ve suddenly fallen in love with the one person who’s used you in every evil way imaginable?”

“It was never evil, and you know it.”

Your confidence throws him off. He’s always seen himself as the monster he is. He’s used your body, fed off you—blood and arousal—without ever asking for consent. How could that not be evil?

“But it was.”

You purse your lips, shaking your head disapprovingly as you turn back to the stove, reigniting it to finish your breakfast.

“It wasn’t. Did I give you permission for all that? No. Would I have if you’d asked? Probably not. But—”

“See!”

“I’m talking now. Shut up.” You point the spatula at him, and it’s so cute that he genuinely smiles for the first time in what feels like forever. “All I’m saying is, even though your ways are… unorthodox, you were never harsh with me. It never hurt, and I could feel how much you cared for my wellbeing.”

A silence falls between you, and Jungkook isn’t sure what to say. You’re sort of right. He never wanted to truly break you. He wanted to keep you safe, keep you useful for as long as possible. You’re too precious to waste.

“All I’m saying is, now that I’m fully conscious and making my own choices, I’d rather stay with you than go back to the humans.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Oh, I can tell.” You giggle, and despite himself, despite every reason not to, Jungkook chuckles too.

“Eat up. You’ll need it.”

Jungkook turns to leave, still processing, his mind racing. He needs time to figure out what to do next.

“Can’t wait,” you call after him, your tone teasing, and he’s pretty sure that if he could blush, he would.

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There’s no way in hell he’s able to figure you out. No. Way. Why are you all smiles and happiness, sitting like always on his giant bed, offering your neck to him like you always did?

He’s standing a good distance away, arms crossed over his sturdy chest, head tilted to the side. It’s not like he isn’t hungry—he’s starving, actually—because he’s never had his full fill of your blood, always making sure you’re alright after, leaving his hunger partially satisfied but never completely.

Saliva is collecting relentlessly in his mouth, his fangs protruding without much effort. Yet, he can’t make a move. What if it’s a trap? What if there’s a hidden dagger in your clothes, something that’ll kill him?

Should he just make you leave and find someone new? But he doesn’t want to. You’re just too sweet, too perfect for him to resist.

“Strip bare,” he commands, and the words alone make your thighs rub together as you immediately comply. Odd. 

You waste no time, each piece of clothing falling soundlessly to the floor, your nipples hardening in the cold.

“Turn around.”

You do. And he finds no threat on you. Odd again.

“Sit.”

You comply again, and he’s kind of aroused by your eager obedience. It’s refreshing, and he’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to resist you if this keeps up—willingly walking into whatever doom you might be for him.

But still, he’s unable to move, even though the pulse of your neck is tempting him beyond reason.

“Kook,” you mewl softly, and he’s gone. Jungkook’s gone in the sweetness of you. He lets his arms fall, strides towards you, and practically tackles you to the bed, licking and breathing against your neck.

“So good,” he murmurs, saliva dripping from his lips onto your skin as you grind your hips against him. He’s not sure why you’re this eager—he hasn’t bitten you yet, so his bite’s usual effect can’t be coursing through your blood making you horny.

“Why so eager?” he muses, grazing his fangs along your artery.

“Ovulating,” you moan, your hands threading through his hair.

“Hmmm… I can smell it on you.” The intoxicating scent of your body wraps around him like a vice, and he can’t resist any longer. “Gonna make you feel good, doll.”

You only moan his name as Jungkook finally sinks his fangs into your delicate skin, your blood flooding his mouth, his entire being. It makes him feel high, high in a way that tells him he’ll never want anything or anyone else. He’s addicted to you.

Jungkook feels your arousal intensify, your dopamine and oxytocin levels skyrocketing as your juices drip from your perfect little hole, soaking his clothed thigh with a dark wetness.

“Yes, Kook, need more, please.”

Jungkook pulls back in surprise, the confirmation so new he’s unsure if he heard you right. But you grab his head, pushing him back to your neck while your other hand fumbles with his chest, trailing down to his abs.

“Please, Kook. I’ve been a good girl. Please.”

Jungkook feels like he’s in heaven—a demon allowed into paradise. He’s fully sated, despite not drinking much of your blood. He reckons it’s the awareness in you that magnifies the effect.

He licks the wound on your neck to help it heal, then leans back on his knees, admiring your flustered, tiny frame. You’re looking up at him with sparkly eyes, lips parted, neck still smeared with your blood—you’re a vision he’ll never get sick off.

“You’ve been a good girl?” There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing you this keen, and he plans to savour it.

“Yes, a good girl for you. Always for you.”

As Jungkook stands to strip off his own clothes, you’re watching him for the first time, drinking him in rather than lying there passively.

“Sit up. Open up.”

Obedient as ever, you do as told, opening your pretty mouth and sticking out your tongue, waiting impatiently.

Jungkook pumps his cold, rock-hard cock a few times, marvelling at the sight of you. He runs his thumb over his glans for an extra kick. And though he knows you can somehow take him, he’s always impressed by the sheer size difference. But you’re a good girl, letting him in, suppressing the gag as he hits the back of your throat, muscles pulsing violently around him.

A primal moan escapes his lips as his head falls back, savouring every second of you sucking him off like your life depends on it. He can’t help but thrust into your throat, his pace increasing with every push as you grab his hips to take him deeper, moaning around his cock. Your saliva drips down your chin, your eyes, aware, locking onto his as if to reassure him to give you all he's got. 

He doesn’t hold back after that, pushing his hips flush against your face, your nose pressed into him until you can’t breathe anymore as he lets go, shooting his load down your throat. He stays there a moment longer, riding out his orgasm before pulling back.

It’s pleasing to see that, even though you haven’t climaxed yet, your skin glows ever so lovingly.

“You good?”

You’re still catching your breath, but the smile on your face disarms Jungkook completely. “Yes, of course.”

For some reason, his heart swells at your words and at the person you are, someone he hadn’t truly seen until now.

A trail of arousal drips down his sheets, ending in a pool on the floor, which he hadn’t noticed before. The sight reignites his hunger as he flips you over, pushing your face into the bed and kneeling between your legs.

“Should I reward you?” Jungkook runs his fingers over your cunt, circling your entrance before moving to your clit, giving it a few rough pets.

All you can do is moan into the sheets, your hips pushing back desperately.

Jungkook always thought you were perfect, made for him—the reason he captured you all that time ago—but seeing you now, more perfect and conscious than you ever were, is something else entirely. He loves it. He loves you. And he doesn’t care if it’s possible or not—he’s never felt like this before, and he’ll move heaven and earth to keep it that way.

“I think you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve the big reward, don’t you?” Jungkook drags his fangs down your ass, ending at your inner thigh before sinking them into your soft skin for a little sip, your arousal adding a tantalising spice.

“Yes, Kook, been so good for you,” you pant, and that’s all he needs to reward you properly as he gets to his feet after licking the bite closed, lining his still-hard cock up with your weeping cunt.

It’s a tight fit, so tight he feels like he might pass out, his vision doubling and tripling as your pulsing walls grip him mercilessly. “My beautiful doll, my beautiful, beautiful doll.”

Jungkook can’t stop praising you with every word he knows. You’re perfect, moaning, drooling, and pushing back against his hips just for him.

“You’re mine, doll.” He sets a brutal pace, needing the confirmation that no compulsion is required for you to want this as much as he does.

“Yours, Kook. Always,” you cry, fists clutching the sheets as you push back even more desperately.

“Fucking right, mine.”

Jungkook grabs your hair without slowing down, pulling you up against his chest while his other arm holds you steady not to collapse right back to the bed. 

“Never gonna let you leave.”

“Don’t want to,” you moan, your glassy, love-drunk eyes locking onto his red ones.

“Never gonna stop fucking you.”

Your swollen, parted lips scream to be kissed.

“Never gonna want anybody else,” Jungkook confesses between pants, knowing and accepting there’s no turning back for either of you.

For the first time since he captured you, you kiss him back, sucking his tongue like you’ve been starved. It’s as if all this time, you’ve wanted to reciprocate, to give, not just receive.

And despite still tasting his cum on your tongue, there’s a newfound sweetness, making him wish the compulsion had worn off sooner.

“Kook, I’m close.”

He doesn’t need your words—he can feel it in your pulsing heat, your quickening heartbeat.

“Come for me, doll. Show me how much you want this.”

You scream his name as he fucks you through your orgasm, your walls clamping down on his cold cock. He doesn’t mind, wanting to feel every contraction, hear every scream, taste every rush of blood in your body.

His own orgasm builds, and he lets himself go, chanting your name as his thrusts grow irregular until he paints your walls bright white.

You both remain like that, catching your breath, though only your heart beats violently, only you are drenched in sweat, only you truly spent.

Jungkook eventually pulls out, cleaning you up with tissues from the nightstand, all while you watch, glowing ever so ethereal in your afterglow.

As Jungkook reaches for your clothes to dress you as he always does, you stop him with a hand on his tattooed arm. The boyish look he gives you is oddly endearing, and he senses you’re gathering all your confidence for your next words.

“Please don’t send me away.”

Your honesty hits him hard, and he straightens, realising he’s truly hit the jackpot with you.

“I won’t,” Jungkook promises, and with that, you leap around his neck, legs wrapping around his tiny waist, thanking him over and over as if he's you're knight in shining armour.

01/09 | 🐰 | under the influence