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Kim Seokjin aka The Vampire

Evidence & Reasoning:

- He doesn’t age.

- Jin has a Garlic allergy. (maybe)

- Seokjin thinks so himself!!!

- Jin has a normally low temperature.

(Credit to owner)

- Last but not least, Vampire Jin would be AWESOME!!!

There you have it! 💜 I don’t own any of the images. Please tell me which member to do next and as what. 😊 Have a good day!!!💜❤️💜

I can’t wait for the fic to come out!

Alive Aha Fuck-Sneakpeak

>:)

Blood Bois (YOONGI): look, I'm sorry I left but can you guys please just set aside your feelings for now?

Blood Bois (JIMIN): set aside

Blood Bois (JIMIN): our feelings

Blood Bois (JIMIN): ha ha I’m going to kill him

Blood Bois (JIMIN): YOU ABANDONED US YOONGI, ALL BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO STUBBORN TO TAKE THE MANTLE

Blood Bois (JIMIN): we could have worked something out??? You could have past the Rites to one of us???? But instead you left! You made us all think you were dead and, now you resurface after 6 months and you expect us to help you just like that???

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): what do you need?

Blood Bois (JIMIN): Jungkook I swear to god, are you home right now? Because if you are, I’m going to kill you

Blood Bois (JIMIN): How are you just gonna ask him what he needs after everything he’s done?

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): first of all, I’d like to see you try

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): second of all, because we’re family

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): that’s what families do for one another

Yoongi feels his chest ache at Jungkook’s response, kicking himself for leaving him behind.

Despite his perfectly good reasons for leaving his House, Yoongi still feels guilty for doing it the way he did; he just felt he had no other choice.

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): Jungkook is right

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): despite our qualms with you, we still love you. You have no idea how grateful we are to hear you’re alive.

Blood Bois (YOONGI): I’m not entirely sure why you guys thought I was dead

Blood Bois (YOONGI): given the fact that we are immortal

Blood Bois (JIMIN): fuck you, Yoongi

Blood Bois (JIMIN): Seriously, I know you’re dead and everything but, I thought you at least had feelings

Blood Bois (YOONGI): Do you really think that I don’t have feelings?

Blood Bois (YOONGI): Do you think this has been easy for me?

Blood Bois (JIMIN): Yeah I do. It seemed to be. VERY easy for you. You left us nothing but a note after nearly 200 years together.

Blood Bois (YOONGI): I know I have a lot of apologizing to do but right now, I just need to know if you’ll help me

Blood Bois (YOONGI): You can kick my ass the next time you see me

Blood Bois (JIMIN): I doubt that you need us that badly, you seem to be fine on your own

Blood Bois (YOONGI): There’s a Bathory next door

Blood Bois (JIMIN): fuck

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): fuck

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): fuck

Blood Bois (JIN): fuck

Blood Bois (HOSEOK): I don’t know what’s going on but, I just saw the word Bathory and....fuck.

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): I can be there by dawn

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): Hyung, can I take the car? I don’t feel like putting gas in my bike.

Blood Bois (JIN): Jungkook, you are not going to kill a Bathory yourself.

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): Why? I’m the only one strong enough

Blood Bois (JIN): shut up, no you’re not

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): yes I am

Blood Bois (YOONGI): It’s going to take all of us, you guys know that

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): We don’t need to kill him, necessarily

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): we could try to convert him

Blood Bois (JIMIN): ew no

Blood Bois (JIMIN): then we would be responsible for him

Blood Bois (YOONGI): I don’t know if we can save this one

Blood Bois (YOONGI): I think he’s been squatting here since I moved in which would mean he has a deception ring around the perimeter, I was only able to smell human blood once he stepped outside onto the balcony

Blood Bois (JIMIN): shit

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): We can take him out, we just need a slot of time and, you need to make sure he doesn’t have any friends lurking around

Blood Bois (YOONGI): I don’t think he does but, it worries me that I didn’t notice him until now

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): no offense hyung but, you’re kind of a bad psychic

Blood Bois (YOONGI): Yeah cause I’m not a psychic, I’m intuitive

Blood Bois (JIN): does anyone else know about this? Have you told your House yet?

Blood Bois (YOONGI): I live alone. I didn’t join another House.

Blood Bois (JIMIN): YOU LIVE ALONE??????????

Blood Bois (JIMIN): DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?????

Blood Bois (JIMIN): THERE ARE PROBABLY HUNTERS AFTER YOU RIGHT NOW

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): Yoongi, how could you be so careless?

Blood Bois (JIN): I don’t know how many times we have to tell you that your rarity puts you in jeopardy

Blood Bois (HOSEOK): hyung :/ it’s like you want to get hurt or something

Blood Bois (HOSEOK): why are you doing this to yourself? Just come home. Forget about the Bathory, we can work something out.

Blood Bois (YOONGI): I can’t leave without taking care of this thing first

Blood Bois (JIMIN): why not?

Blood Bois (YOONGI): because it’s irresponsible. My neighbor is curious about the empty room and I don’t really feel right about leaving her here with that thing

Blood Bois (JIN): is she human?

Blood Bois (YOONGI): obviously.

Blood Bois (JIN): is she attractive?

Blood Bois (YOONGI): uhhh I guess?? Why does that matter?

Blood Bois (JIMIN): you like her.

Blood Bois (YOONGI): no I don’t? She’s just a good person and she doesn’t deserve to die? We’re getting off topic, are you guys gonna help me or not?

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): I already said I’d be there but these guys are lagging...

Blood Bois (JIN): does this girl know about you?

Blood Bois (YOONGI): of course not.

Blood Bois (JIN): If you’re going to marry her, you might want to tell her that you're a vampire...just a suggestion.

Blood Bois (YOONGI): Marry her???? Are you drunk?

Blood Bois (JIN): you are protecting a human Yoongi; you know what that means

Blood Bois (JIMIN): he knows, he’s just in denial. Nothing new...

Blood Bois (YOONGI): nevermind. I’ll do it myself.

Blood Bois (HOSEOK): I’ll still help you hyung but, please try and consider our point of view. We’re trying to follow the right path and we just wish you’d hear us out.

Blood Bois (NAMJOON): we can leave tomorrow evening around 9pm. You can’t take him alone hyung, let us help you and then we can continue this discussion.

Blood Bois (JUNGKOOK): gotta take the trash out first >: )

And so it was...

Now that Yoongi had back up, he felt significantly better about the situation next door. However, the tension between him and his family makes his stomach turn.

He knows that to a certain extent, they are right.

But he also feels strongly about his reasons for leaving.

The way he feels hasn’t changed, despite the fact that he misses his brothers. He never signed up for this life and, he doesn’t feel like he should have to base all of his decisions around something he never asked for in the first place.

This was so fun and wild to read! I thoroughly enjoyed it.

yoonkook crack. jungkook has still not exited his twilight phase and wants to be a cullen soooooo bad. yoongi, an actual hundred-year-old vampire, is tired of him.

❀ Pairing: Human!Jungkook x Vampire!Yoongi

❀ Summary: Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all. 

❀ Word Count: 8,727

❀ Genre: Supernatural, coworkers to lovers, crack, pwp

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings:Jungkook is whatever the weeb equivalent is to Vampires - a Veeb, if you will, a little bit of pining, Misc. Vampire Lore I Made Up, Sekhmet vampire theory makes an appearances again, explicit language, explicit sexual content including unprotected anal sex, oral (m. receiving) a lot of fluids and lub and come and spit, ass play (m. receiving), Jungkook cannot pick a position to fuck Yoongi, bottom Yoongi, top Jungkook, like? Random convos about predator/prey dynamic but not really you’ll see what I mean it’s there if u squint, Jungkook basically being a giant vampire nerd and cringe sometimes but it’s cute?

❀ Published: April 5, 2023

❀ A/N: THANK YOU TO M FOR REQUESTING THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING GONG SHOW OF A FIC. This fic ame about… I actually do not at all remember how we got on this topic but basically we were laughing at the idea of Vampire Nerd JK losing it after finding out Yoongi was a vampire. Jungkook was originally supposed to be Acting More Like A Vampire but I realize it was more of I’m Kind Of Like A Vampire and The Authority On Them. Whatever, I actually like how this turned out and I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT M I LOVE YOU AND WE ARE IN A COMPLETELY NORMAL, MONOGAMOUS, VERY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. ALSO WHOOPS I SLIPPED AND MY 1-2K IS OVER 8K I’M EMBARAZZARDDD

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Min Yoongi hates Jeon Jungkook. 

No, that’s not entirely true. What Yoongi hates is Jungkook’s stupid fucking comic books. 

Jungkook slinks into the breakroom, eyes sweeping the mostly empty room until they settle on Yoongi and he smiles. Yoongi’s stomach flips at the small - perhaps imagined - light in Jungkook’s eyes as he pulls his backpack tighter and rushes over to the chair opposite Yoongi.

Slinging his backpack on the table, Jungkook winces when he knocks Yoongi’s thermos over. Yoongi catches it, lightning quick as Jungkook looks at him with wide, surprised eyes. He murmurs an apology and Yoongi waves it off, settling back into his chair as Jungkook sits down and begins shuffling through his backpack like a pack rat. 

Though Yoongi’s eyes are focused on the pages of his book, the letters swim before him as he observes Jungkook from the edge of his vision. He smells sweet, like honeysuckle. Sunshine. Warmth. He makes little sounds of frustration as he struggles to find what he’s looking for. After several huffs, Yoongi looks up, inky eyes looking at Jungkook who stares at his bag angrily. 

“There are Hello Pandas in the cabinet,” Yoongi offers gently. Jungkook looks up, blushing and chewing his lip. Yoongi shrugs as though Jungkook asked a question. “Saw them in there this morning.”

“Cool, thanks, hyung.” 

When Jungkook gets up, back facing Yoongi to go to the office pantry, Yoongi allows himself a small, secret smile. 

This shared routine of reading at lunch is Yoongi’s favorite. Every day they arrive in a pattern. Yoongi first, sitting at the table closest to the fridge and pulling the chair so it’s back is against the wall. He’ll pull out a book and spend the first five minutes reading, the loud noises of office life no longer a distraction after years of practice.

Second, Jungkook will come in. He’ll look around to assess who is in the breakroom, even though he always sits in the seat across from Yoongi. He’ll get his little snacks - usually Hello Panda cookies or a protein smoothie - and sit next to Yoongi and read his Fang Fucker comics, which he hides away with custom book covers.

So no, Yoongi doesn’t hate Jungkook. Not at all, really. But Yoongi does hate the way that he spots little vampire fang pins on Jungkook’s bags. Sees that he’s wrapped a red ribbon around one of the straps, smelling faintly of dried blood. 

Yoongi ignores the pang of hunger in his stomach as Jungkook returns, settling into his chair as Jungkook tears the corner of the package open with his teeth. He does everything with his fucking teeth, and Yoongi has told him dozens of times that Jungkook is going to damage them.

I have sharp teeth, hyung, was always the response, a secret smile on Jungkook’s face.

Now, Jungkook pulls out his book and cracks the spine, the sound whisper-soft against Yoongi’s sharp hearing. Jungkook slouches in his seat, popping a cookie into his mouth as his eyes become hypnotized on the page, book supported by his knees as he brings his feet on the edge of his chair, curled up.

Yoongi’s stomach turns to acid when he sees the comic panels. A crass, horrendous take on vampires, Fang Fuckers follows the story of two lovers separated by the laws of the supernatural. Belle, a human prone to accidents and drawing the attention of anything with a pulse forever pines after Eddie, a vampire always clad in jeans and who is effortlessly cool.

Glancing at Jungkook’s outfit, Yoongi presses his lips in a firm line. Today, Jungkook is dressed in jeans with the ankles rolled, a pair of dirty high-tops on his feet. His t-shirt is tucked loosely into the waist of his jeans, making Yoongi’s eyes linger far too long on Jungkook’s tapered waist. His tattoos are hidden by the sleeves of a jean jacket, worn and soft with time. 

Lately, Jungkook lets his hair grow out. It’s wild and wavy, trimmed somewhere between a mullet and a wolf cut. Just like Eddies, Yoongi notes with an eye twitch. Still, it looks good on Jungkook, the way most things do. 

The hair and the outfits aren’t the only thing that Jungkook imitates. Yoongi tries to focus on his own book instead of thinking about Jungkook’s little habits. The way Jungkook tells people he’s allergic to garlic, or how he has taken to walking as quietly around the office as possible. In a way, it’s a little bit amusing to watch Jungkook try to be mysterious and vague about how he spends his weekend. 

Just yesterday, Yoongi watched Jungkook flinch at the sun as everyone started walking to their cars after work. It had made him roll his eyes, but it is… sort of cute, this little fascination Jungkook has with the undead. The eternal. The absolutely ridiculous and not-at-all-accurate vampires in his little stories. 

But it’s also a little insulting. Especially when Jungkook argues with Taehyung about whether or not a stake would actually work on a vampire, or if vampires can see their reflections in a mirror. Yoongi has heard them whispering, tucked away in Jungkook’s cubicle next to Yoongi’s as they search Reddit threads about the best place to look for vampires. 

Taehyung walks into the breakroom. He’s in flowy tan trousers, a white t-shirt tucked in, and a soft-looking cardigan. He’s got multi-layered necklaces around his neck that clink as he goes to the fridge, asking what Jungkook is reading. 

Jungkook doesn’t look up when he says, “Spiderman.” 

“That’s nice,” Taehyung answers, a smirk evident in his voice. Yoongi knows Spiderman is their code for reading their little vampire porn. “New volume?”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook mumbles around a mouthful of Hello Pandas.

The snap of the cookies in his mouth sets Yoongi on edge. He glares at Jungkook, but the younger boy doesn’t notice, crunching away as he drinks in the colorful pages of his little book. Yoongi's jaw ticks. Jungkook’s brow is pulled together and he chews with a frown, the only sign that Yoongi has that he’s enjoying his snack and reading. 

There is a steady rhythm to the sounds of the breakroom. It’s Yoongi's favorite place at work. He’s always the first in, making coffee that fills the space with a slightly burnt smell. Taehyung comes in next, smiling and clothes swishing, always bright-eyed. Jungkook is usually the last in, quiet and avoidant as he snatches banana milk from the fridge and vanishes to his cubicle. 

The break room isn’t much. The linoleum is peeling, the fridge hums so loud that Yoongi can hear it at his desk, and there’s always a mysterious puddle by the sink. But his coworkers fill the space with their chatter. It’s where he learns about their lives. 

It’s where Yoongi learns that Taehyung loves to listen to jazz, humming Ella Fitzgerald while he uses the microwave. It’s where he learns that Jimin is dating Hoseok from product marketing, the room filled with their secret smiles and innocent hands brushing against one another. It’s where he learns that Jungkook liked to read Fang Fucker. Where he learns that Jungkook, sometimes a little distracted, communicates in soft noises rather than words. 

The break room is filled with the drama of coworkers and whispers. It’s full of humanity and Yoongi is well… not. 

A sudden hiss catches Yoongi’s attention. He smells the blood before he sees it. Taehyung is reaching for a rag at the counter, lemon left on a cutting board with a scarlet-painted knife. Yoongi works his jaw as he watches Taehyung wrap his hand, iron and salt blooming in the air, heavy on Yoongi’s tongue.

Jungkook goes rigid. Yoongi is distracted for a split second, eyes turning from Taehyung tending to his sliced finger as Jungkook launches upward out of his chair and bolts for the door. Yoongi raises his brow, watching it slam shut beside him as Taehyung looks up at the closed door, then swivels to Yoongi.

“Uhhh, can you get me a bandaid?” 

Yoongi nods, glaring at the door as he stands. “Sure.”

If there is one thing Yoongi knows, it’s that he is sick of Jungkook playing the part of a vampire. 

-

The love-hate relationship between work happy hours and Yoongi  is a complexity Yoongi has yet to unravel. He likes watching his coworkers unwind, sipping drinks through their little black straws and admitting they hate Jeffery from the data team. He thinks it’s sweet when he sees Hoseok get Jimin flustered by whispering something in his ear - something Yoongi wishes he didn’t hear over the roar of the bar but does. 

And yet Yoongi doesn’t like the press of people. Doesn’t like the way the sound of their collective voices buzz through him, or the way that he can feel their pulses throbbing behind thin skin, a hypnotic beat only he can hear and feel. It makes him feel crowded and irritable, but he likes watching the bright, burning flame of vitality and life here. 

It makes him feel human again, even if he hasn’t been for a very, very long time. 

Taehyung is pressed against the bar, telling Jungkook at hyperspeed how he met the very tall, very broad man next to him, who watches Taehyung with soft eyes and a dimple carving a hollow in his cheek. Namjoon. His name is Namjoon, Yoongi remembers. 

Yoongi watches over the rim of his glass, sipping his whisky as Jungkook’s finger traces the drops of condensation on his beer bottle, zigzagging around the label, ignoring Taehyung as he rambles on about Virginia Woolf. The movement catches his eye, and Yoongi focuses first on Jungkook's finger, long and slender. Then the tattoos and swirling ink that vanish under his sleeve, then the veins in his hand, pumping O positive through his body.

Though there is a unique note to each blood type, people smell different too. Taehyung smells like sugar, something light and spun like cotton candy. Namjoon smells like lemon and wax, something Yoongi would maybe find in a bookstore. And Jungkook…. Jungkook smells like honeysuckle, growing strong under a warm sun in the middle of spring. 

Yoongi’s mouth waters and he looks away, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and waving the bartender down for another. When he turns back to the conversation, Jungkook is scowling, brows pinched, mouth pouted. “That isn’t all I know about wolves,” he huffs in Taehyung's direction. His hands disappear in his jacket sleeves as he fiddles with the string. “And anyway, what would you know?”

Taehyung gives Jungkook a look. “About the same as you? We read the same comics.”

“Ugh, those aren’t the only source material.”

Yoongi puts together that somehow the topic of Virgina Woolf has led them to wolves and vampires. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, but he squeezes his glass a little tighter. Yoongi looks at Namjoon, hoping that Taehyung’s new boyfriend will help.

Instead, Namjoon sips his gin and tonic and cocks his head. “I’ve seen Tae reading those comics. Do they actually have any relevance to the historical lore of the vampire, or is it made up?”

“Oh a ton of it is deep rooted in historical and scientific studies,” Jungkook answers excitedly. Yoongi groans and Jungkook casts him a dubious look over his shoulder. Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek and looks away. “The writer did a ton of research.”

Bullshit, Yoongi thinks but doesn’t say it out loud. 

Still, Yoongi listens to Jungkook drone on and on about how the pop culture depictions of vampires originate from the stories and myths of small villages in Romania, furthered by Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Now that makes Yoongi grin into his glass a little, agreeing that almost all of the media surrounding vampires rely heavily on European myths and stories. 

He watches the way Jungkook speaks, momentarily hypnotized. Jungkook isn’t an eloquent speaker, stopping often to blush and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear or find his words, chewing on his bottom lip. When he gains confidence, he speaks faster, using his hands more as he speaks, looking back and forth between Namjoon and Taehyung who are a loyal, captive audience.

Yoongi softens a little.

At heart, Jungkook is someone who is a bit of a fanatic. It’s harmless for now, Yoongi thinks. He’s always carefully listening to Jungkook, no matter how annoying it gets. Making sure that he can protect him, that he can pick up when Jungkook is in any real danger. 

“Historical research suggests that the first coven of Romanian vampires was called the Ouroborus,” Jungkook says. Yoongi goes rigid. Taehyung looks at Yoongi over Jungkook’s shoulder, tilting his head in a question, but the youngest of their group continues on. “That’s where Stoker got Dracula’s name idea from. It comes from the Romanian word dracul which is the devil but really it’s from the Latin draco for dragon. Really silly, because the dragon looks nothing like the serpent, but I think Dracula was a real figure who started the Our-”

“The Ouroborus are not Romanian, nor was that the point of origin.” Yoongi only belatedly realizes he says this out loud as the group turns to him. Jungkook’s flushed lips are parted and his eyes are round. Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s heart speeds up, and senses his confusion. Yoongi clears his throat and diverts his eyes, shrugging it off. “That symbol means nothing.” 

“The Ouroborus symbol is for eternal life,” Jungkook says slowly, still recovering from the fact that Yoongi has bothered to entertain the conversation. Yoongi already regrets speaking up. The room is noisy and his throat burns. He’s a little hungry, and Jungkook, who turns toward him, smells a little too good. “And the confusion between the snake and the dragon makes perfect sense.”

“The Ouroboros is not eternity. It’s life and death.”

Jungkook frowns and sets his beer on the counter. “Hyung, no it’s not.” 

“Ah, whatever. It’s fine, forget I said anything.”

“No, hyung. You’re wrong.” 

And oh. Yoongi knows that expression that Jungkook is wearing. His jaw is set and sharp, lips pressed in a firm line. Jungkook stares at Yoongi, eyes intense and fist closed on the bar top, pressing into the sticky, lacquered counter. It’s cute when Jungkook looks like this. He’s determined and frustrated, and Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s pulse begins to rush and sees the way his jaw flexes. 

Jungkook has never turned his argument face on Yoongi. There was nothing to ever argue about. Until now, Yoongi has tolerated Jungkook’s vampire fanaticism in silence. And yet the simple mention of Ouroborus has Yoongi on edge. 

“It represents infinity,” Jungkook insists. “The eternity of life of a vampire, the never ending cycle of immortality.”

“It’s the never ending cycle of death and life.” Yoongi’s tone is hard. He feels the overwhelming need for Jungkook to get this right. To not look into Ouruborus. To understand. “The Ouroborus originates as far back as Ancient Egypt when the god Ra created the goddess Sekhmet to destroy and punish humanity. She and her followers were immortal - the eternal representation of death and destruction. And when they couldn’t stop, Ra banished them to the darkness, never to walk in the sun again. Her followers took on the snake eating its tail to represent how their existence would always bring death and destruction.” 

Jungkook scoffs. “Vampires didn’t originate in Egypt. That’s not right.”

“They didn’t originate from anywhere, Jungkook. They just are. And they’re not all the same creatures, no matter what your little vampire porn book tells you.”

Yoongi regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth. Jungkook recoils like he’s been slapped, his expression slipping from frustrated to hurt. 

Sighing, Yoongi reaches for Jungkook. Jungkook shrugs him off and throws cash on the bar before looking at Taehyung and Namjoon who watch in mute horror, bystanders to a car crash they can’t control. “See you guys later.” 

Shoving his way through the crowd, Jungkook vanishes. Yoongi can still smell him, though. Can hear the way Jungkook’s heart is racing, can taste the anxiety and anger rolling off of him. Yoongi wants to smack his own head against the countertop. 

“Well go after him,” Taehyung says, drawing Yoongi’s attention. Taehyung looks him up and down and laughs a little. “You’re hopeless.”

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “You obviously hate Jungkook’s obsession with vampires for whatever reason, but you’ve spent the last three years at work circulating him like a little satellite. You think I don’t notice you stocking the cabinet with Hello Pandas? Or putting that nasty banana milk in the fridge? You hate it and yet you indulge in him. So go apologize for making fun of him and make out or something.” 

“I…” Yoongi trails off and Taehyung smirks. 

“You told Jimin to stop talking about his fascination with tarot two days in because it was annoying you. You’ve let Jungkook talk to you and around you about vampires for three years.” 

Yoongi scratches the back of his ear. He can’t blush, but if he could, he would be stained pink from his ears to his nose under Taehyung’s accusations. “Ah. Sorry to ruin the night.”

“Go,” Taehyung grins. “And at least make out for a little, watching you pretend not to notice one another during your little reading lunches is exhausting.” 

It’s a cool night, silence blanketing the mostly-empty parking lot. The sun has made her final descent and given way to the moon, which slowly climbs into the sky, bracketed by stars. Yoongi sees Jungkook standing near the entrance to the fenced-in parking lot, looking down at his phone as he toes gravel beneath his shoe. Yoongi hears the soft crunch and he sighs.

Jungkook doesn’t hear him coming. He never does, and this time Yoongi doesn’t announce his arrival or make human noises. Instead, he takes a second to drink in Jungkook. Jungkook is bathed in the halo of a streetlamp that buzzes loudly above their heads. It’s still early night, a little bit of color in the sky near the horizon, but Yoongi only has eyes for Jungkook, who sniffs a little and wipes at his face with the back of his sleeve.

An ache fills Yoongi’s chest when he realizes that Jungkook has been crying. Or at least has shed a single tear. He sees Jungkook swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing. He adjusts his backpack, fang and bat pins reflecting in the street lamp.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jungkook lurches and cries out in alarm, jumping away from Yoongi and whirling around. Yoongi winces when Jungkook stumbles but catches his balance, pulse beating so loudly that Yoongi can’t help but drop his gaze down to where Jungkook’s blood rushes wildly through his jugular, artery pulsing. 

“Yeah, well,” Jungkook huffs, scowling. “You did.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah right.” Jungkook turns away and looks at his phone. Yoongi can see him waiting for an Uber. 

“Jungkook.”

“I get it,” Jungkook snaps. “You think I’m weird. You don’t like my comics, you don’t like that I find this stuff cool, and you don’t like me. Message received.” 

“I never said any of that.” 

Jungkook throws a heated glance his way. “Oh, so you do like my comics?”

“No,” Yoongi admits. “Because they’re wrong.” He sees the hurt flicker across Jungkook’s face and Yoongi wants to scream. “I don’t mean wrong because of the sex shit or whatever. I don’t care about that. They’re wrong about vampires. All of it.” 

“How would you know?” Jungkook asks the question and Yoongi wants to answer so badly. Wants to blurt it out, wants to admit that he has the stupid answers to Jungkook’s questions. “You don’t know anything about vampires. And then you made fun of me and embarrassed me.”

“You shouldn’t be talking about or looking into Ouroborus.”

“What do you know?” 

“I know things.”

“Not about this, you don’t even like vampires.”

“You don’t know what I like.”

“Yeah, because you barely talk to me. We’ve been coworkers for years - sat next to each other for years. I get it, but don’t make fun of the things I like. Don’t talk nonsense just to tease me.”

And oh Yoongi sees it now. Sees the insecurity creep in, sees the boy who thinks that his coworker is taking the thing he loves most and using it as a weapon.

Jungkook seems to fold in on himself, arms hugging around his middle, chin tucking to his neck. He looks so small like this, and Yoongi wants to kick himself. Hasn't Jungkook seen how much Yoongi does like him? Hasn’t he noticed how Yoongi waters the plants on Jungkook’s desk that would have died by now? How he puts his favorite snacks in the break room? How he always makes sure to stay late at the office and walk out together, just to make sure no one hurts Jungkook? 

“I wasn’t making fun of you,” Yoongi says gently. “You scared me.”

“I-” Jungkook cuts himself off and tilts his head. His earrings catch the light. Delicate like the careful slope of his mouth, like the soft skin of his neck. “Scared you?”

“Most of your rambling about vampires is annoying,” Yoongi admits and Jungkook scrunches his nose. “But harmless. Not able to hurt anyone. Sometimes you’re right. Sometimes you’re wrong. But then tonight you started talking about Ouroborus, and I don’t even know where you heard of that, but you shouldn’t be looking into it. Into them.” 

“There are symbols in my comic book,” Jungkook says slowly. His lips are a little pouted, distracting Yoongi from the dangerous subject matter. “And hints. So I looked it up. They’re like, a vampire coven-”

“They’re a cult.” Yoongi is firm. Clenches and unclenches his fist. “Stop looking them up, Jungkook. They love people like you, hypnotized by the mystery and the thrill. Please.” 

“How do you know?” Yoongi knew he would ask. Jungkook shakes his head, earrings clinking together. Down the street, a cat yowls at someone walking by. “I thought you hated my vampire stuff. You always make a face when Tae and I talk about it.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“Okay, well I do hate your vampire stuff.”

“Exactly, so why should I take anything you say for fact? I’ve spent hours reading on this stuff-”

“Well I’ve spent two hundred and seven years as a vampire. My anniversary is actually in two weeks.” 

Yoongi’s admission hangs heavily between them. Jungkook stares, open mouth. Yoongi suddenly has the very human urge to shift from foot-to-foot. Or to fidget, which isn’t something that he feels often - nervousness isn’t something that he feels often.

Yet he feels it all the time with Jungkook. Feels like squirming in his chair when Jungkook leans on the breakroom table between them, laying his head on his backpack with Fang Fucker tucked in his lap. Feels annoyed when he sees Eddie turning into bats on the pages, misting across panels to save Belle on the other side. Feels fond and happy when Jungkook gets through a presentation without stumbling, especially after Yoongi could hear him practicing in the bathroom all morning. 

Jungkook makes Yoongi feel so human. Makes him feel things that he doesn’t need at all, but wants.  

“You what?”

The Uber pulls into the parking lot, tires hissing against crackling gravel. Jungkook ignores the car completely, even though Yoongi waves his hand and moves out of the car's way. Headlights flash toward them as Yoongi turns, and Jungkook gasps, leaning backward but not taking a full step. 

Yoongi knows what the younger has just seen. A sliver reflection of eyes, flashing in the sudden flooding of light against them. Predator eyes when exposed to light in the dark. Jungkook is squeezing his phone tight in his hands, knuckles white. His heart is racing and he totally ignores it when the driver rolls down the window and asks if he’s Jungkook. 

“Prove it,” Jungkook says to Yoongi.

“What? You believe me?”

“Maybe. Prove you’re one and that you’re not just turning this into a joke.” He takes a deep breath. “Prove you’re not making fun of me.” 

“I would never-”

“Prove it, Yoongi.”

Yoongi. Not hyung. Yoongi fights a smile at how ferocious Jungkook demands this, hands fisted at his side. Yoongi gestures to the car. “Get in. To wherever you live. I can show you.”

Nodding, Jungkook pops open the door and slides right into the car. Yoongi sighs, looking upward and closing his eyes briefly. Of course Jungkook would get into a car with someone who just told him he was a vampire. Jungkook has no fear of Yoongi, not a single worry in the world. Even as Yoongi slides into the back seat, casting his dark eyes in Jungkook’s direction, there is not a single iota of anxiety in Jungkook’s face or scent.

Just pure, unfettered excitement. 

City lights blur by. Yoongi watches Jungkook, flickering shadows and light as they pass by other cars on the road. Jungkook watches Yoongi right back, his dark eyes studying Yoongi as though he could find some sort of visual indicator that Yoongi is the vampire he says he is. 

This is dangerous. Yoongi knows that he shouldn’t be indulging. But the crestfallen face Jungkook made when he thought Yoongi was making fun of him and the memory of Jungkook sniffling softly makes Yoongi throw caution to the wind. 

Yoongi trusts himself around Jungkook. 

They don’t speak until they’re at Jungkook’s apartment and he’s walking over the threshold, flipping on the light. Yoongi remains on the other side of the door and that urge to fidget is back as Yoongi’s anxiety spikes. He doesn’t move, watching as Jungkook holds the door open, his back facing Yoongi. 

Idiot, Yoongi thinks, Jungkook not realizing that he has turned his back to a predator. 

When Yoongi doesn’t cross, Jungkook looks over his shoulder, head tilted. Puzzled. Yoongi gazes at Jungkook intently, eyes flickering to the floor back up to Jungkook. For a human, Jungkook is perceptive. He tracks Yoongi’s gaze and his mouth forms a soft ‘o’ as he meets Yoongi’s eyes.

“Can you not cross?” Yoongi shakes his head and Jungkook hums, holding the door open wider. “Prove it.”

Yoongi sighs. Lifts his foot and brings it forward, though he already knows what’s going to happen. He meets an invisible barrier, foot stopping in mid air. It feels like kicking a wall, solid and unrelenting. Yoongi puts his foot back down, but Jungkook doesn’t seem satisfied. 

Reaching through the door, Jungkook pulls Yoongi by the hand. Yoongi flinches, startled that Jungkook is touching him so freely as he pulls Yoongi’s hand toward the door frame. Jungkook’s hand passes through just fine, but he meets resistance as Yoongi’s hand hits the invisible wall, palm flat and pressing on it. 

With a noise somewhere between a gasp and giggle, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but lets Jungkook yank at his jacket sleeve. Nothing he does helps, and Yoongi is stuck with his hand pressed up against the barrier and Jungkook’s long fingers wrapped around his forearms, tugging. 

“Wow,” Jungkook whispers. He looks up at Yoongi, stars in his eyes, blush on his face and the most beautiful smile Yoongi has ever seen. “I just have to…?” Yoongi nods, understanding the question. “Come in, hyung.” 

Before Yoongi can step through the door, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. It doesn’t make Yoongi move much. He’s an aged vampire, strong and fast. But it’s cute when Jungkook lets out a squeal as Yoongi steps over the threshold into Jungkook’s home, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jungkook doesn’t bother turning the lights on, getting up close to Yoongi and tilting his head. He’s much taller than Yoongi, though about as broad. This close, Yoongi can hear the blood rushing through Jungkook’s nervous system, a whisper of sound against his hyper-sensitive ears. He can smell Jungkook, sweet and like spring, nearly taste him on his tongue as Jungkook looks at Yoongi’s mouth.

“Fangs?” he asks, because it’s Jungkook. Of course he isn’t afraid that there is an apex predator in his home, that Yoongi could rip him apart and- “Show me.”

Yoongi doesn’t know why he does it. Or maybe he does. Because since Jungkook walked into work three years ago, Yoongi has done nothing but indulge Jungkook in everything. Let’s him ramble about Fang Fucker. Gives him all of his snacks. Let’s Jungkook take Yoongi’s favorite pens that write nice and smooth when Jungkook loses his own pens. 

As Yoongi opens his mouth and feels the sharp sting of his fangs gliding through his gums, he realizes that he told Jungkook the truth simply because it’s Jungkook. Because he wanted Jungkook to know. Because it makes Jungkook light up like a solar flare, clapping his hands as he grins at the two, sharpened points that help Yoongi puncture his prey and drink deeply from the artery. 

“How do you turn?”

“No.” Jungkook straightens and looks down the wide bridge of his nose at Yoongi, lips downturned. Yoongi’s fangs vanish and he glares. “I’m not telling you that, you’d just try and do it yourself.”

“I’m not suicidal.”

“Who said death was involved? Don’t fish for information, Jungkook.”

The boy at least has the decency to look chagrined. “Fine. I have questions.”

“I’m tired.”

“Do vampires sleep?”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, realizing he has opened himself to the world’s longest line of questioning. “In a way, yes. Not the way humans do.” 

“So like a resting trance.” 

“That’s…” Yoongi thinks about when he lays down, settling somewhere between waking dreams and fully functioning. The dreams aren’t like the dreams that he had when he was a human. They’re more like memories, flipping through like a scrapbook as he rests. “Yeah, actually. Pretty accurate.” 

Jungkook’s grin is wicked. “Learned that from Fang Fucker. I guess it’s pretty accurate after all, huh?”

“No.”

“Will you fuck me?”

If Yoongi was a creature that relied on breathing to live, the air would leave his lungs. He doesn’t gasp anymore, but he would now if he could, blinking two dark eyes up at Jungkook who is grinning, and who has something sharp and mischievous in his gaze. 

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi’s gums ache. “You suddenly find out I’m a vampire and want to fuck me?”

“What? Wait!” Jungkook lurches after Yoongi, who turns on his heel toward the door. He only stops because Jungkook asks. It’s like Jungkook’s word is his command, and Yoongi knows that he could leave. Could vanish from the apartment. And yet he doesn’t. “I didn’t mean it that way. I didn’t… no.” 

“Then how did you mean it? You’re telling me you would ask that if I wasn’t a vampire?”

“No, but not because I don’t want to.” Yoongi cocks his head and Jungkook’s face flushes. He hides behind both of his hands and lets out an aggravated sound. “Ugh! I just, I got excited and it was the first thing I could think of and yeah, I do want to fuck you because sex with a vampire like - is it like the comic books? I would love to know.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi says gently, but it goes unheard.

“But that’s totally not why I want to in general, hyung. Taehyung thinks that you have a crush on me, and it made me so nervous at first because I always thought you were so pretty and quiet and maybe a little bit scary, but now I realize that maybe you’re not scary, you’re just a vampire.”

Yoongi says Jungkook’s name again, but the boy is on a roll, ranting into his hands and hiding his embarrassment from Yoongi as best as he can. Yoongi is no longer irritated, though, as Jungkook continues mumbling and smelling like honeysuckle. 

“And I totally have a crush on you, which is why when I thought you were making fun of me I got so upset and had to get out of there. I didn’t want you to see me cry even though crying is totally okay, but you’re always so unemotional and I thought it would annoy you more. And then you’re all here like ‘I’m a vampire’ and it fried my brain and I don’t know? We’re in my apartment, so sex seems like-”

“Jungkook.” 

Jungkook looks up from where his face is buried in his palms. Eyes wide, innocent. Mouth parted, slick-shined with his spit. Yoongi’s eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth. Wants to know if he tastes just as sweet as he smells. Wants to know what the shape of his mouth is like, wants to feel the soft and hard lines of Jungkook’s body hiding under the cotton of his shirt. 

Yoongi isn’t like Eddie in Fang Fucker, who kept trying to hide from the desire for Belle. Yoongi isn’t scared of himself. He knows what he’s capable of, he is good at control. He’s been alive long enough to have mastered himself, and he isn’t worried about snapping Jungkook’s neck or taking a bite. 

So Yoongi doesn’t fight some long-winded internal war. Doesn’t feel guilty when he slides toward Jungkook, letting his feet move him vampire-smooth. Jungkook sucks in a little bit of air. Watches how Yoongi settles up close to him, tilting his head up. 

Jungkook’s breath is warm and is as sweet as his blood smells. Jungkook shivers and Yoongi grins. This close, he can ount each and every one of Jungkook’s long, silky soft eyelashes. 

“You,” Yoong murmurs, voice low and soft. “Can fuck me, Jungkook. I will be doing none of the work.”

“Really?”

Yoongi looks down at Jungkook’s mouth again and hums, zeroing in on it. 

Jungkook wastes no time. Yoongi watches Jungkook close his eyes and lean in. He has a brief second to smile, to lean up into it, pushing onto his tiptoes to meet Jungkook’s eager mouth. Jungkook’s lips are soft soft, tasting faintly like cherry chapstick that he must have applied in the parking lot waiting for his car and a little bit like beer.

Yoongi doesn’t mind, humming delightly as Jungkook pulls Yoongi toward him. Yoongi lets him, Jungkook pressing their waists together as his hands loop around Yoongi’s back, holding him there. Jungkook is a messy kisser, but he’s eager and gentle, tongue licking at the seam of Yoongi’s mouth until Yoongi opens up.

Jungkook brushes his tongue gently across Yoongi’s teeth, feeling for the sharpness of fangs. Yoongi huffs in Jungkook’s mouth, pushing him slightly and making Jungkook stumble a few inches. Jungkook is shadowed in the dark of his living room, eyes half-lidded and mouth shining in Yoongi’s spit. 

“I’m not biting you.”

Jungkook grins, his tongue poking through his teeth as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Bet you want to though, huh? Wanna bite me, hyung?”

“I’m not one of your little fictional vampires,” Yoongi assures Jungkook, who pulls at Yoongi’s shirt to bring him closer. Their chests are pressed together, Yoongi looking up as Jungkook bends down to steal another sloppy, open mouth kiss. “I have control and I’m not worried about it.” 

“Control, huh?” Jungkook tugs Yoongi's hand. “I bet you have lots of stamina too.”

Yoongi feels like he’s walking on air when he follows Jungkook to his bedroom. He takes in multiple things at once, able to flick his gaze across the room and see all of the details of Jungkook’s life at the same time that Jungkook tugs on Yoongi’s sleeve, making a soft noise that indicates he wants Yoongi to move faster. 

Jungkook’s room has a boyish charm. His bed is pressed up against the wall, a single lamp over it with a stack of comics on the nightstand. His sheets smell clean, though vaguely of floral soap. There are comic panels pressed in glass and displayed in wooden frames over the bed: Spiderman, Scarlet Witch, Fang Fuckers.

Near the bathroom, there’s a meticulously organized bookcase, teeming with comic books and actual books. Yoongi sees the names flash by as Jungkook nudges Yoongi toward the bed and huffs when he realizes he can’t simply shove Yoongi onto the mattress. The vampire laughs and sits down as Jungkook sheds his jean jacket, letting it hit the floor. 

It pleases Yoongi that Jungkook’s room isn’t messy, though a little disheveled. There seems to be an organized chaos to it, to Jungkook. He likes that, the way that Jungkook is at the nexus of impossible spectrums. LIke now, when Jungkook looks shy and innocent as he drops to his knees in front of Yoongi, looking up at him through dark lashes. 

Jungkook’s hair curls so elegantly across his forehead. Yoongi reaches forward, carding his hands through the silk strands. It’s just as soft as he thought and he smiles, leaning down to catch Jungkook’s mouth again, tongues tangled and the wet smack of their kisses sending heat into Yoongi’s stomach, making his cock stir. 

Of course Jungkook can get Yoongi semi-hard by just kissing. But what really does it, is when Jungkook breaks from the kiss, a string of spit between them for a moment. Yoongi watches it break before his eyes zero in on Jungkook’s tattooed hands going for the button on Yoongi’s jeans.

“Wanna suck you off,” Jungkook admits, fingers working the zipper. Yoongi leans back on his arms, watching Jungkook with rapt attention.

He is so fucking beautiful. The ink on his arms is exquisite, moving in artistic whorls of mostly black art with some pieces of color splashed in. Yoongi thinks that the pair of them are a lot like Jungkook’s tattoos. Yoongi is the stark, unchanging black and Jungkook is the bright, splatter of color and life. 

Yoongi’s hands go to Jungkook’s arms, fingers tracing the color. Jungkook pauses trying to get Yoongi’s pants off, letting Yoongi feel him. Jungkook is so warm, vitality humming in his veins under paper-thin skin. Jungkook ducks forward, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s wrist, Jungkook’s mouth eager to place butterfly-soft kisses on Yoongi’s skin.

It makes Yoongi smile. He can’t remember the last time he was intimate with someone. It doesn’t matter. He lets Jungkook feel his skin. 

“You're warm,” Jungkook notes, turning his attention to tugging on Yoongi’s jeans. Yoongi lifts his hips, helping him pull them down his thighs and knees, fabric scraping. It feels so good, the heat of Jungkook’s hands, the taste of his excitement in the air. “Not cold at all.”

“We live between life and death,” Yoongi sighs, head tilting back as Jungkook rips off Yoongi’s shoes. Jungkook’s sweet scent mixes with the headiness of his arousal. Every inch of Yoongi’s skin is like an exposed wire, especially when Jungkook places open mouth kisses to Yoongi’s thighs, making him twitch. “We are neither entirely dead nor entirely alive. I adapt to the temperature around me.”

“Fascinating,” Jungkook mumbles as his mouth leaves wet stains, inching toward Yoongi’s briefs. 

Yoongi is throbbing. He feels light-headed and shaky when he lifts his head. Jungkook is eager between his legs, pressing his palms against Yoongi’s thighs to spread him open more, to give himself more room. Yoongi lets himself be pried open, watches with parted lips as Jungkook dips forward, licking at the damp spot on his briefs. 

A curse drips from Yoongi’s mouth and his lids flutter. He’s determined to watch Jungkook, slack-jawed as the shy little Jungkook Yoongi knows is replaced with an eager, hungry thing. Jungkook mouths at Yoongi’s cock over the fabric, making his hips lift from the bed, a moan falling out of his mouth. 

Jungkook looks up, mouth wet and eyes sparkling. “You sound pretty.”

“You look pretty.”

Yoongi smiles when Jungkook’s nose and cheeks turn cherry blossom pink. “Are vampires always so nice?”

“No.” Jungkook skims his hand up Yoongi’s thigh, skating over to grip Yoongi firmly, massaging through what suddenly feels like the world's thinnest fabric. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, eyes shutting as Jungkook teases him. “And you don’t want a mean vampire.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook agrees. “I want,” he continues slowly, pulling at the fabric of Yoongi’s briefs. “A sweet, gentle vampire. Who is very quiet and likes to read his books mysteriously. Who secretly does things around the office for everyone and- fuck you have a thick dick.”

Jungkook stumbles on his cute little monologue, making Yoongi laugh. It comes out closer to a growl, startling Jungkook. Yoongi’s cock bobs against his shirt, precum smearing on the dark fabric. The brown tip is aching for Jungkook’s mouth, inches away and panting.

“That was sweet.” 

Jungkook looks up at him, fingers digging into Yoongi’s thigh where he holds his legs open. “You’re sweet. You’re nice. And you…” Jungkook turns his face away, trying to hide that he is furiously blushing again. Yoongi can see it though, can make out every single detail on Jungkook’s face and it makes him melt. “Whatever, I’m going to suck your dick now.”

Laughter dies  in Yoongi’s throat, replaced by a deep groan that comes rumbling out of him as Jungkook licks the underside of Yoongi’s shaft, tongue flat and eager. Sparks slide up his back as he clutches the sheets. Jungkook mouths up the side of Yoongi’s cock, hand going to grip at the base, tongue laving, hungry, determined. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers. Jungkook giggles, pulling Yoongi’s swollen tip toward his mouth. He licks around the head happily, Jungkook nearly humming in delight. 

Yoongi’s mind is blank. He watches, entranced and hips squirming as Jungkook takes Yoongi’s cock into his mouth proper, hollowing his cheeks and giving an experimental suck. Yoongi’s hips come off of the bed, and Jungkook whines, retracting his mouth with a wet sound as he blinks up at Yoongi. 

“No,” is all he mumbles in Yoongi’s general direction before he’s back on him, taking Yoongi into his mouth and down to the back of his throat. Yoongi doesn’t move his hips, anchored to the spot like Jungkook wants. 

“Holy shit!” Yoongi curses. 

He can tell Jungkook loves this. His throat twitches around Yoongi and his eyes water, looking up at the vampire as he pulls back a little. His tongue scrapes the sensitive underside of Yoongi’s dick and Yoongi thinks he might come just like this. 

Jungkook seems to lose himself in a messy, wet rhythm. He closes his eyes, lashline shining with unshed tears every time the crown of Yoongi’s cock kisses the back of Jungkook’s throat, feels the soft, dewy spot as Jungkook swallows Yoongi deep. 

Curses across many languages spill from Yoongi’s lips. He falls backward on the bed, moaning up toward the ceiling. Jungkook is loud, his ravenous mouth stretched tight around Yoongi, drool escaping the sides of taught lips and dripping down to Yoongi’s balls.

“Your fucking mouth,” Yoongi whispers, voice broken as he trembles under Jungkook’s ministrations. 

Jungkook pulls off Yoongi with a wet-pop. “Wanna fuck you.” He licks up Yoongi’s precum again. “Can I fuck you, hyung?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi has no reservations. Hei can protect Jungkook, from both Yoongi himself and anything else. There is no fear there, only want. Only desire that has been burning for three fucking years that he sat next to Jungkook, the cute boy who poured over his vampire comics.

The whisper of clothes is loud in the room. Jungkook presses himself against Yoongi, crawls on top of him and cages him in. His mouth is filled with the taste of Yoongi’s precum and his own unique taste, but Yoongi devours him, biting into Jungkook’s bottom lip, pulling back and letting Jungkook grind into him.

Jungkook is warm, like the sun is trapped underneath his skin. Yoongi hasn’t felt the warmth of human skin like this in so long. He leans into Jungkook, hands pressed on the smooth, strong planes of Jungkook’s back as the younger grabs lube from his nightstand and pops the cap open with ease. 

Cool, slick fingers prod at Yoongi’s tight rim and he lets out a rumble, drawing innocent eyes toward him. Yoongi grins and nips Jungkook’s mouth, wiggling his hips to chase Jungkook’s hesitant fingers. “Come on,” Yoongi urges, starving for it. Aching to be fucking filled, to have Jungkook closer. “Loosen hyung up.”

Jungkook whimpers, ever eager to follow instruction. He presses a finger in, sinking to the second knuckle and Yoongi sighs, head going slack as he lets Jungkook experiment, sliding his finger in and out gently. It feels good, but Yoongi wants more. Yoongi needs more. Hasn’t had this in years, hasn’t ever had Jungkook. 

“More.” 

It’s all Jungkook needs, growing confident and gently fucking into Yoongi’s tight walls with a set pace. Yoongi is spiraling. Feels like he can’t catch his breath, though he doesn’t need it. He vibrates at a new frequency as Jungkook slides in another digit, the wet squelch mixing with their moans. 

Yoongi pulls Jungkook’s mouth to his, teeth clacking, tongues uncoordinated, noses bumping together as Jungkook stretches Yoongi. It feels good, especially when Jungkook reaches that soft spot in Yoongi, making his stomach lurch and his feet dig into his bed. 

“There?” 

“There,” Yoongi agrees in high-keen. 

Determined, Jungkook gets after it. Busies his mouth with sucking Yoongi’s flesh raw, nipping, licking his way around the expanse of Yoongi’s throat. Jungkook seems to particularly favor the sensitive spot over Yoongi’s jugular and Yoongi laugh-moans when Jungkook’s teeth drag against where Yoongi’s pulse would be. 

“Fuck me,” Yoongi begs. “Just fuck me, I’m good.”

“Okay.” 

They’re a tangle of slick limbs. Yoongi tastes sweat on Jungkook’s skin, his tongue heavy in his mouth as Jungkook jostles him up his bed, pushing his thighs open, splaying him open butterfly-perfect. 

Jungkook’s eyes are soft and curious, looking down at where Yoongi lays marked and messy, pliant for Jungkook, eager hole gaping, cock weeping. Yoongi pulls at Jungkook’s hands. Makes a soft sound. Wants him, begs for him quietly. 

With a soft smirk, Jungkook fists his own cock a few times, pumping his thick, long length. Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement, chewing on his bottom lip, waiting and wanting. He knows is going to feel perfect, wants to feel the push and drag-

Jungkook’s tip catches the rim of Yoongi’s ass and he sighs. Digs his fingers into Jungkook’s skin and pulls. He is careful with his pressure, always regulating what he’s doing, never touching Jungkook hard enough to bruise. The smile on Jungkook’s face as he ducks his head to watch his cock sink into the heat of Yoongi is enough for Yoongi to know that Jungkook knows. Knows Yoongi has this under control. Knows that at any moment, Yoongi could take over. Could ruin Jungkook and leave him dripping and broken.

That’s not what Yoongi wants. He wants this. The pressure of Jungkook filling him up, tight squeeze, light burn, walls hugging and fluttering. He feels Jungkook deep, never ending, ceaseless. And then Jungkook’s tapered hips are pressed against Yoongi’s ass, stilling as Yoongi fights around the stretch.

“Come on,” Yoongi pants, a human habit that had slipped in between the distraction of Jungkook splitting him open. “Come on, Kook.”

Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s the way he whispers the plea or if it’s the nickname, but Jungkook sheds his hesitance. He presses Yoongi’s thighs to the mattress, putting his weight into him. It feels good, to have the heavy feeling of Jungkook on top of him, especially when he starts fucking Yoongi in earnest. 

The world turns to liquid. At least, that’s how it feels as Yoongi turns molten under Jungkook. The younger fucks Yoongi hard, face fixed in a snarl as he grabs at Yoongi’s thighs, fingers slipping on lube-slick skin. Yoongi’s eyes roll backward, letting Jungkook’s thrust lull him somewhere like a dream. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “You like being fucked like this, huh? Big dangerous vampire, split open by me, huh?”

“Yes.” It’s a raspy note stuck in Yoongi’s throat, so he nods. Babbles something else. He doesn’t know. 

With a huff of laughter, Jungkook pulls out. Yoongi’s eyes fly open, a protest on his lips, ready to snarl that he felt good, that he felt full. Jungkook cuts him off, flipping Yoongi over, handling him as though Jungkook were the predator here. 

Before Yoongi can think much, Jungkook is prying his ass cheeks apart, spitting right on his already wet hole. Yoongi keens and Jungkook chuckles behind him, sliding back in and fuck it feels so good. 

With a hand grabbing Yoongi’s hips to lift him, Jungkook powers into him, the snap of his hips fast and efficient. The sounds he makes puts Yoongi’s world on a spinning top, going round and round. Jungkook sounds so pretty, whining as he adjusts himself so he’s fucking deeper into Yoongi. 

Warmth blooms inside of Yoongi and he lets out a scream. Jungkook hits his prostate head on and it feels like he’s unraveling, pressing his face into the sheets and arching his back. He scrambles backwards, pushing himself onto Jungkook’s cock, desperate for more more more. 

Just as Yoongi starts to crest toward the peak of his orgasm, Jungkook shifts again. Yoongi growls and Jungkook ignores it entirely, pulling out of Yoongi with a wet mess and turning him around. He lifts Yoongi easily and the vampire loves it. Loves how Jungkook handles him, instructing Yoongi to loop his legs around his waist. Loves when he holds onto Jungkook’s shoulders, shining with sweat as Jungkook fucks up into him, his hands bounding Yoongi in his lap. 

It’s so deep that Yoongi thinks he might die. Perhaps one can kill a vampire after all. It wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, head sinking into Jungkook’s shoulder. The smell of honeysuckle flooding his senses. The feeling of Jungkook fucking him with everything he has. The soft feeling of Jungkook nosing Yoongi’s hair in contrast with the way he slams Yoongi down into his lap.

Overwhelmed, Yoongi comes suddenly. A snarl rips out of him and his fingers tighten a little, but not enough to do more than bruise. Not enough to hurt Jungkook - never hurt Jungkook. He shudders as Jungkook quickens his pace, chases his orgasm, driving Yoongi toward overstimulation. 

Yoongi squirms and squeals, fights Jungkook - but not really. Not in any way that tells Jungkook Yoongi is actually trying to get away, because they both know that he can. Jungkook laughs, pinning Yoongi down and sinking deep into the heart of him where he comes with a long groan, face dropping into Yoongi’s neck.

Yoongi feels the rough wetness of Jungkook’s tongue, licking a stripe up his neck. Despite himself, Yoongi laughs and rolls his eyes, feeling alive and brighter than ever.

“Beast,” he jests, slapping Jungkook’s side.

Jungkook sloppily kisses his way to Yoongi’s mouth, letting himself soften inside, not willing to pull out. Their mouths mingled together, not really kissing, not really not kissing. Just tangled tongues, sometimes just mouths pressed against one another. 

“So you like being handled, huh?” Jungkook asks, eyes fluttering open. Yoongi looks up at them. This close, he can see all the different shades of brown, layer after layer of shades. “Vampire likes being a pillow princess?” 

“And you like being rough and fast,” Yoongi shoots back. “Makes you feel like a predator, huh?” 

Jungkook’s nose goes red. Yoongi likes it when Jungkook’s face reddens. So full of blood and life and lust. “A little.” 

When Jungkook pulls out, it’s an audible, wet mess. Yoongi feels the spill out of him. Doesn’t care. Likes the debauchery of it. Plus, he’s distracted when Jungkook lays down next to him, head on Yoongi’s chest. He isn’t going anywhere, seeking the comfort of Yoongi’s arm as Jungkook’s heart rate begins to die down. 

“So,” Jungkook says airly. “I guess this makes me a fang fucker?”

Yoongi groans. “Not those fucking comic books.” 

“I have so many more things I wanna try, hyung.” Jungkook looks up at him, eyes glittering. “Give me ten minutes. I wanna see how long you can ride me.” 

Yoongi huffs, but there’s mirth in it. 

So Yoongi doesn’t hate Jeon Jungkook at all. Not one little bit. 

Whine lips⇢vampire!pjm

⇢sfw ⇢pairing: vampire!pjm x reader (no gender) ⇢genre: fluff, fantasy ⇢word count: 1.2k ⇢warnings: Alcohol, mentions of blood

A/N: Haven't posted anything in a while. No smut, but there could possibly be a sequel that follows up on this. Just wanted to write something and see if I still know how to do it haha. Lmk if you enjoyed it. xo Also yes I spelled it 'whine' on purpose dw.

“Door’s wide open.” You’re laying on the floor in your living room, eyes moving to the side when you hear the soft sound of the vampire's steps come to a halt right at the threshold of your open front door. 

“You have to invite me," Jimin hisses through his fangs. However, it is clear by the way his eyebrow lifts playfully that he likes when you give him a little bit of a tease for his 'condition'-his vampirism. "where are your manners?"

"Heh," You shrug and reach your arms above your head, still laying on the floor with your back pressed against the soft carpet, "Do you want to join me tonight?"

With a small groan, you stretch your spine, basking in the way Jimin's eyes seem to follow every movement of yours. He nods, brushing the tips of his tapered fingers against the doorframe.

"I invite you into my home, oh lord of darkness, chomper of jugulars." You snort quietly, rolling over to your stomach to reach for the half empty glass of wine next to you.

Jimin's dark eyes almost whiten completely for a second when they roll back in annoyance at your remark, but his teeth poke out in a little grin. He's heard your jokes about him being a vampire probably a thousand times at this point, but he never seemed to get used to the way you deliver them. It charms him to no end.

Curiously, the vampire saunters inside of your home, the door closing behind him as if it was mother earth's way of locking a monster inside anytime she could. In reality, it is just one of the perks of vampire powers.

"Wine?" Jimin questions as he flops down to his knees next to you, watching your neck as the muscles dance with each swallow to force the drink into your body. He exhales slowly, then smirks when he picks up the bottle to read the label, "What on earth have gotten into you, drinking red wine all by yourself?" He swiftly steals the glass from your hand, spilling some of the red beverage to drip down your lower lip. He refills it some, then brings it to his own lips to taste it.

"It makes time pass quickly when you're not here with me." You whisper sweetly, giving him a daring, warm hand that tastefully sneaks below the hem of the vampire's white silk shirt.

Jimin seems used to your antics, rolling his eyes again. With a small sip, he tastes the wine and scrunches his nose, putting the glass down immediately. His hands catches yours and pulls it out from where it was touching his stomach, holding it between his cold fingers.

"My darling," He sighs, "I will bring you a better wine next time, that one is awful."

"It is kind of awful, isn't it.." You smile, squeezing your hand between his, "But it looks kind of cool, like I am drinking blood too."

"I see how it is." Jimin licks his lips clean from the wine taste, unaware that the tone of his normally pale pout is sweetly stained by the red. However, he does notice that the drink did the exact same to yours, "I can assure you that blood tastes deliciously sweet in comparison to that hell-drink."

"Sounds like you're trying to convince me." You let to of Jimin, going back to your original position on the floor, eyes on the ceiling, "Would you do it?"

Jimin's expression doesn't show it, but he is mildly confused. And excited. Of course he would do it; but such a choice doesn't come without consequences. But the selfish part of him? He would do it a hundred times over. To own you in a way where he'd literally created you-- given you eternal life to spend with him alone?

Only thing he'd miss would be that warm scent of yours.

He's never fed off of you before, but he's been so close every single time you met. With time, it was easier to ignore the hunger. But now he has the chance to possibly turn you; which means he'd get to feed... once. And once is more than he ever expected to bargain for.

"Jimin?"

His eyes shift to you in a second. Apparently, his mind had wandered a bit too long.

"I, hm..." Jimin pouts his lips, then decides to join you on the floor. He rests on his side, leaning his head against his palm and watches you with brows that tense with each second, "Are you messing around with me again? You know you'd never see the sun again."

"I don't go out much anyway."

"You can't enjoy any food."

"I hate meal planning.."

"Okay," Jimin smiles when he sees the mischief in your eyes again, moving his body a little closer to yours. His breath is like a sweet breeze, still mildly tainted by the alcohol, "I will do it, but on one condition."

You nod, waiting with anticipation. Your gaze wanders from his tinted lips to the darkness in his eyes as they meet yours.

"Just one more time like this," Jimin's canary voice couldn't get any softer even if he tried. The gentleness in which his free hand reaches out to rest on your chest, searching for the spot where he can feel your heart thrum against his palm the most, "I will do it, just let me feel your warmth until dawn arrives."

The vampire feels the way your chest rises with each breath. A little soft gasp at his words, followed by what he believes is what people would call it when a heart 'skips a beat'. Jimin feels a little rush of excitement knowing that he is the reason for your body to react so strongly.

"And one more thing." He says, with a bit more stability to his voice. His hand grazes the skin where the neckline of your shirt ends, touching carefully at your neck until his nail prods at the jugular.

You gulp.

"What could that be?" You ask.

Jimin leans in closer, his pointy fangs exposed in a smile that could melt a lover, or terrify an enemy. His lips, however, could down anyone, anywhere. He notices your eyes wandering down his face, and he seizes the moment. His cold fingers felt like they were burning against your skin. A stern but gentle hold on your jaw to guide your mouth to his in a sweet, wordless kiss. It was all he needed to do, and anything he says after is a given.

"I get to feed on that darling blood of yours when it boils the hottest, then I will turn you." His lips grazes yours as he speaks, leaning back in for another kiss to truly seal his words. He inhales your warmth once again, then moves down to rest his head against your chest instead, "And you will stay with me in the dark for eternity."

Your breath shatters when you can no longer hold it. If he would ever be mistaken for another being than a vampire, a siren would be a close second.

"Deal." You push the word out of your lungs, moving your arms to squeeze him into your embrace, "I will be all yours."

Jimin's cheek presses harder against your chest, and he relaxes in your arms.

"Then, I will return when the sun goes down tomorrow again," he hums, "and it will be the end before our new beginning."

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tw: blood

Vampire Tae 🦇🩸🔪

in honour of spooky season approaching im going to post some spooky, supernatural type aesthetics for the members 👻🎃

:: BTS As Your Vampire Boyfriends

warnings ⚠️ smut, blood mentions, fangs kink

♡ Includes places they gravitate towards and countries they lived in, with their current residence in italics. Imagined in a world where a vampire bite will not convert a human, but rather, where species coexist without interference.

↳ NOTE › fuck yeah, bangtan vamps! some bits are juicier, some fluffier, some funny, some heart-wrenching or romantic. you’re in for a surprise 🤓 enjoy!

Keep reading

Some may say I haven’t updated The Monsters In All Of Us because I suck but I say it is because I was waiting for this moment.

Spooky BTS Fic Recs [smut]

I’ve never made a fic rec list but since it’s the height of summer and I’m missing fall weather and we all need to pay tribute to Vampire!Jungkook, I’m making a spooky list. Pretty much everything I read is smut and bc I can’t picture Nam2Seok like that I have no recs for them, sorry they’re just my bros (Hobi does make one appearance though).

🧛‍♂️ Jungkook 

Pi Gasu by @jungk0oksthighs [series, ongoing] - Vampire AU, donor reader It’s not an exaggeration when I say I check for updates on this fic daily. I’m addicted. This is the entire Vampire!Jungkook moment.

sweet tooth by @btsgotjams27​ [series, ongoing] - Vampire AU, donor reader Another Vampire!Jungkook moment. The recent flashback chapter has me absolutely hooked on where this story will go.

demon dickin’ down by @vin-taege [one-shot, 2k] - Demon AU, pwp, pure filth This might be my favorite demon smut ever.

wicked by @noteguk [one-shot, 9.1k] - Demon AU, pwp Corruption kink, seriously why is horny dream manipulation so hot

Bite Me, Jeon by @haliiimede [one-shot, 19k] - Vampire AU, friends to lovers Loved the vampire world (multiple vampire breeds) and the Illuminati? I come for the smut, stay for the world building lol.

scenes of misguided magic by @wwilloww​ (feat. Taehyung) [one-shot, 2.3k] - Magic AU A magical threesome for a spell. So hot!!

corrupt by @bratkook [one-shot, 5k] - Vampire AU, pwp German sex club and oc gets ittttt.

Consumed by @jkeuphoriadreamland (feat. Jimin) [series, complete] - Vampire AU, yandere Jimin is an absolute menace in this, but we love him for it.

oh my ghost by @mingoyeob-archive [one-shot, 13k] - Ghost AU Jungkook is a panty stealing ghost in your new apt.

Something Wicked This Way Comes by @softyoongiionly [one-shot, 7k] - Supernatural AU An unexpected visitor arrives on Halloween night. Such a cool concept! (And poor Kook.)

😈 Taehyung

divine seduction by @chateautae [one-shot, 11k] - Demon & Angel AU Demon King, Angel reader. Dom Tae. Eeeeessshhh. Such a good fic!

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash [series, completed] - Magic AU, enemies to lovers The world-building and concept in this fic is unparalleled. And this Tae is so hot.

tear you apart. by @bratkook [one-shot, 13.2k] - Demon AU, pwp This demon Tae should be illegal. Horny dream manipulation, as demons do. And Jungkook as a buzzfeed unsolved nerd, I love him.

Black Ravens by @kth1 [one-shot, 8k] - Vampire AU, pwp Dom vampire Tae. That’s all you need to know.

scenes of misguided magic by @wwilloww​ (feat. Jungkook) [one-shot, 2.3k] - Magic AU A magical threesome for a spell. So hot!!

Beastly Gods by @lemonjoonah [one-shot, 8k words] - Hybrid AU, yandere This one is so fucked in such a good way. Reminds me of a Grimm tale in a spooky forest.

Carved by @haliiimede [series, ongoing] - Demon AU, dark dark series, enemies to lovers This world is so interesting and I love Jungkook’s dynamic. One of the darkest fics on here, lots of trauma.

ALLURE by @badbhye​ [one-shot, 5.3k] - Vampire AU Dom but also soft and romantic Tae.

🧚 Jimin

Realm of Enchantment by @jkeuphoriadreamland (feat. Taehyung) [series, completed] - Fae AU, yandere One of my favorite Jimin fics. I think of this way too often. Faerie Jimin definitely has an FDA warning.

Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash [one-shot, 42k] - Prince of hell, Witch AU, enemies to lovers This was one of the first fics I read by kpopfanfictrash and I was hooked. Everything they write is elite.

Treasure by @sombreboy [one-shot, 4.7k] - Faerie dragon hybrid, yandere I have a serious thing for Faerie Jimin.

oh, little red by @jincherie (feat. Yoongi) [one-shot, 13.3k] - Hybrid Wolf AU Y’all this is so hot. dom!Yoonmin, a dark forest, bondage, knotting, ok bye.

My Princess by @kth1 [one-shot, 10k] - Vampire AU, kinda pwp Jimin is so soft I love him.

🧟 Yoongi

Love Lockdown by @personasintro [series, ongoing] - Zombie apocalypse AU, enemies to lovers No smut yet but excited for it cause this dynamic is chef’s kiss.

Blood Bounty by @lemonjoonah (feat. Taehyung) [series, completed] - Vampire AU, yandere A mind fuck of a story, lemonjoonah never disappoints with the twists.

oh, little red by @jincherie (feat. Jimin) [one-shot, 13.3k] - Hybrid Wolf AU Y’all this is so hot. dom!Yoonmin, a dark forest, bondage, knotting, ok bye.

the dark. by @bratkook [one-shot, 18k] - Demon AU Love this concept! Mysterious Halloween club, sign me up.

the velvet devil. by @junghelioseok [one-shot, 10.5k] - Vampire AU Yoongi is so cute and protective.

Borderland by @mygsii [one-shot, 8k] - Demon AU The story building in this is great.

Glory & Gore

The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily.

Warning: vampire jimin, blood, neck snapping, mentioning of killing/sucking blood, compelling, pain kink, jimin tied up, hitting (punching/slapping) stabbing, disturbing scenes, stalking, neck biting, intoxication,

Word Count: 6,570

Jimin had once loathed the idea of falling in love. He was centuries old, witnessing the world around him change and evolve to what it was now. Living through centuries to some could feel like ages, but to Jimin it was as though it flashed through his eyes in a matter of seconds. He had a good run, he'd admit. Living through plagues and wars. Meeting historical figures and even going through adrenaline rushes like jumping off of cliffs and going through high-speed chases with the police. He would say he truly lived.

It was Taehyung's idea - his long-term friend who was much of the same as him - that he starts dating. Jimin was more of the "hit it and quit it" type. He had amazing sex back in his time - dealing with orgies in the Mediterranean was possibly his favorite. Yet, he couldn't say anyone stood out to him and that was ages ago. Taehyung insisted that it was time for Jimin to settle down and, by the man's words, "Buy a home with a white picket fence, maybe a pet and find yourself a lover".

Jimin attempted to go on dates, but no one ever caught his eye. When you lived through centuries and different times, only someone quite charming could make his interest peak. By the fifth date he had understandably given up. He didn't need to find someone to live forever with - especially if that someone was meant to be a human. As long as he lived, the only person he had turned into a Vampire - the new name humans call them - was Taehyung himself. He had no real reason to turn anyone else, Taehyung being like a brother to him when he found his friend near death. Having to snap his neck after forcing him to drink his blood hurt his heart - but having Taehyung wake up blood thirsty and though not alive, seeming as if he was, was worth it.

Taehyung was the first to greet him when he returned back to the small town Taehyung now resides in. He had a few residences that he owned and had given him one to live in - coincidentally with a white picket fence - and declared that he had the perfect woman for him to date. No matter how many times Jimin insisted that he didn't need help finding a partner - male or female - Taehyung was not one to be told no.

So, Jimin agreed.

However, he did have requirements. If this person was someone for him, he had to make sure it was up to his standards. Jimin asks Taehyung the correct questions. Was he or she beautiful for a "vampire"? Did they exceed the level of confidence that wouldn't make them insecure around him? Were they highly intelligent - possibly rich? Money didn't matter, of course, but he wasn't going to have someone around him that only wanted him for his own.

The most important - as of now - were they good in bed? Taehyung wouldn't know this question and before he could even have the chance to ask, Taehyung had vanished before his eyes and left the older man alone in the home he gifted him. Jimin had released a heavy sigh and decided he needed some wine infused with his favorite type of blood.

It was exactly the next day when Taehyung had returned around dinner time. Neither of them ate human food, so to see Taehyung carrying a large box of pizza raises an eyebrow, but as he allows his friend inside, he could hear it. Smell it.

You. Jimin could hear the way your heartbeat quickens, pushing blood throughout your body. He inhales when you step your foot inside of his home and gives him a cute, shy bow. It makes Jimin licks his lips - you were his favorite type of blood and Taehyung knew this.

"This is Y/N."

Jimin hears Taehyung's words as though they're far - echoing into his mind. However, his full focus was on you and your beating heart. It pounds through his head until all he could think of was having you - devouring you on the spot. He can count the number of times your heart beats per second if he truly desired.

"What?" Jimin snaps his head to Taehyung who releases a few dry chuckles.

"I said," Taehyung places a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "you're drooling."

Jimin scoffs. He shrugs off Taehyung's hand and offers you his hand to take. You do, a flush on your cheeks. Your heart is increasingly breathing through his ears when he brings your hand close to his lips and place a kiss upon them.

Jimin gulps. He was close to your veins and in a quick movement could easily have the taste of your sweet, savory blood inside of him. But he wouldn't - you were a friend of Taehyung's and an obviously the woman expected to settle down with him.

"Park-"

"Jimin." You finished, the sound of his name coming through your lips was enough for Jimin to like you (enough to not want to drain you dry right before him).

Jimin was no monster by all means. He understood that killing humans would do nothing but raise suspicion - even if there was probably a serial killer going around killing men. He had no problem with buying his favorite blood off of the black market or frequenting blood brothels.

"This is Y/N." Taehyung repeats your name, but Jimin's eyes doesn't remove themselves from yours. "She's my assistant."

Jimin raises a brow. He wasn't 100% sure what Taehyung did exactly that he needed an assistant, but he wouldn't question. Instead, he was going to focus on you, the beauty pumping his favorite blood through your veins.

Taehyung takes a seat after placing the box of pizza on the coffee table, arms crossed. He wasn't planning on staying for long, just enough to get you comfortable with Jimin. By the looks of it, you wouldn't be anything but comfortable. You and Jimin sat side by side, both speaking in hushed tones that his advanced ears easily picked up on.

Taehyung finds you fascinating. You were an interesting individual that would be giving Jimin the adrenaline rush he craved.

It didn't take long for Taehyung to leave, only a half an hour. You eat a slice of pizza and Jimin does, as well, but only to make you feel at ease. He had no desire for human food, and every desire to sink his teeth into you.

"Taehyung is convinced that you're going to be interested in me."

Jimin furrows a brow at your words. "Is that so?" He wasn't wrong.

You lick the corners of your lips and nod. "I'm not sure why."

"You don't find yourself interesting?"

You shrug your shoulders and Jimin hums.

"I'm sure you do. You couldn't stop staring at my neck."

Jimin's lips twitched.

"I have that effect on people."

You weren't new to this, and this is what made you captivating. But you were also observant. There was no doubt he was looking at the veins littering your neck, but it wasn't in the way you assumed - not fully, at least.

"What makes you think you have that effect on me?" Jimin leans back into the cushioned couch.

Jimin wishes he can read minds by the twinkle in your eyes. You tilt your head as you watch him, eyes darting between his lips, to his chiseled jaw to his dark eyes.

"Are you saying you don't want to have a taste?"

Jimin's eyes darkens. Your words indeed affect him in ways you have no ways of understanding - because he indeed wanted a taste. More ways than one.

"Are you willing to give me a...taste?" Jimin's eyes flicker to your lips. They're plushed and puckered.

You lean forward, neck exposed to him. You appeared as though you knew of what he was, but Jimin is positive you were clueless. "I'll give you a taste of whatever you want..." you murmur. "...as long as I also get to have a taste myself."

You yelp when you feel Jimin - with such speed in nearly knocks the breath out of you - into his lap. His lips are on your neck, inhaling deeply and sending wet, open-mouthed kisses. You can feel his teeth grazing against it.

"You smell amazing." Jimin grunts. His nails dig into the skin of your hips. "Amazing enough to eat."

It took deep rooted strength for Jimin to not sink his teeth into now. He's positive that you'd be sweet and savory. It's been a while since Jimin got to taste his favorite blood type straight from the vein.

Your blood flows smoothly throughout your body and Jimin can smell your excitement. 

"Pick your poison." Jimin murmurs against your neck. Just how dirty were you, he wonders. Were you the vanilla type? He wasn't opposed to soft and passionate sex, but it wasn't his cup of tea. 

"I don't think you'd be interested in what I'm into." you giggle cutely and Jimin couldn't help but laugh. You were so cute, adorable even. You weren't dumb, just uninformed. You didn't know Jimin wasn't mortal who had countless of sex - good, bad and the ugly - throughout the years. Nothing was ever off limits for him.

"Try me." Jimin grazes his teeth against your neck.

You hum, slowly grinding in Jimin's lap. You can feel how hard he is and his fingernails dig deeper into your skin.

"Are you more submissive or dominant?"

The question catches him by surprise. He was dominant when it came to humans - male or female. He rarely had anyone dominate him - he wasn't what they were. However, he wasn't opposed to being submissive, only when it came to those the same as him. 

Jimin licks his lips. "Do you want to take control?" he asks. Maybe it's your scent that intoxicates him. How can a human woman take control of him when he could easily snap your neck with ease?

You smirk, hands that once laid on his shoulders now tangling in his tresses. You yank them so he's now looking into your eyes. "Would you let me do whatever I want?"

Jimin grunts and nods, and this brings a smile to your lips. It appeared crazed - Jimin assuming you were the kinky dominator who got off at hurting men, He would go along with it, pretending you'd hurt him to satisfy your ego. 

Maybe Jimin would even enjoy it. 

It didn't take long for you to be in Jimin's bedroom. It was clean, the bed large sitting in the middle of the room. His sheets were soft and velvet.

You were the dominate type, Jimin notes amusingly. You were also prepared. The purse you held came equipped with rope that you tied as hard as you could after you demanded he strip naked, cock on full display. Jimin would wince every now and then to keep up the act of being human.

You stripped yourself of your own clothing, sporting a dark red lingerie set that amazes him. it was simply effective and Jimin was never the lingerie type of man. But he savors the way you strut over to him confidently. 

You had rules that needed to be followed. You went through them and Jimin only nodded.

"Say cherry if you want me to stop." you instructed - he never intended to. "Let me know if I'm taking anything too far." Nothing was too far, whatever you had he could surely handle. 

"Do whatever you want to me." Jimin shrugged, a taunting tone in his voice.

And you did. You straddle him and suddenly landed a few hits against his chest, head tilting for a reaction.

Jimin didn't give you nothing but a lip bite.

You slapped him across the face a few times, rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock and Jimin could do nothing but moan. He can feel you - moist and warm pussy dripping at the act of hurting him. Your slaps (soon to be punches) was child's play, but he would wince and moan to satisfy you.

You release your own moan at the tint of his skin. You leaned down to place a kiss upon his lips just to sink your teeth onto his bottom lip, drawing blood.

Jimin grunts, hip jutting into you. He was dead, technically, yet Jimin has consumed enough amount of blood - human and animal - that he could bleed just as a human can. He wouldn't die like a human would if he lost a significant amount, but he bleed nonetheless.

What causes Jimin to nearly go feral was your eyes watching him as you licked his blood off of his bottom lip.

You were a different breed, and he was going to have fun with you.

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

Jimin shakes his head slowly.

You smile and Jimin leans into his pillows. He supposes you are cute.

"I'm going to ride you." you state, lifting yourself up so you can push your panties to the side. "Until I cum. Hopefully you cum along the way. I was never known to cater to a man."

Jimin liked you and your cocky attitude. He was going to cum - in his own way. He wasn't human and he didn't release the way male humans do with sperm. He was filled with him own venomous fluid that took a good fucking to release - he could always compel you to ride him until he indeed 'came'. 

You sink down onto Jimin and shiver. He was big and had the perfect girth you only experienced with a dildo. You start off slow, adjusting to his size. You don't care that your nails are digging into his skin but neither does Jimin. 

You speed up the pace and it's alarming. Your stamina wasn't up to par with his kind, but for a human you were amazing. Your juices flow effortlessly onto him and you're fucking yourself without a care. You wrap your arms around Jimin's neck and squeeze - having no need to breath Jimin allows you to choke him however much you desired. 

"You let me do whatever I want to you." you moan out, pussy squeezing his cock that send shockwaves throughout his body. "You're like a little fuck toy."

Jimin grunts, his hips gutting to go deeper into your pussy. Human women weren't like you - dominant and degrading. You weren't afraid to hurt him, and he enjoyed it more than he'd thought he would. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and hover about Jimin. He took it upon himself to fuck into you at full force, his arms bound by the rope but that didn't stop him. You were going to cum soon, but not until you got off with what you truly wanted. 

"It's a shame..."  you murmur out, pussy dripping all over Jimin's abdomen. You were close to cumming and Jimin knew this - but he wasn't going to stop until you came the next ten times and had the chance to taste your own blood. "...that we won't be doing this again. I actually might like you."

Jimin's confused because he's sure he'd allow you to come back whenever you desired. "What makes you think you won't see me again?" Jimin grunts, eyes watching your bouncing breast. To suck your nipples until they're swollen is what he'd want to do next - maybe even get a taste of the blood flow.

You begin to laugh, pussy clenching. Jimin doesn't halt his thrust, not until he feels you let loose. You're cumming now, and before Jimin could do anything else, he feels a sharp pain straight to his heart. His eyes widen and his thrusts halt. 

You bring the sharp knife into Jimin's chest repeatedly. You begin to ride off your orgasm, blood squirting from Jimin's heart right onto your chest. 

The knife pierces him multiple times and Jimin can feel his body reacting. His vision blurs and all he could hear was your moans mixed with laughter.

"Fuck!"

Jimin brings a pale hand up to wipe off the mud from his face. He spits out the dirt inside his mouth in disgust. He's pissed - beyond pissed. He's unsure who should he kill first, you; the bitch who did this to him, or Taehyung, the motherfucker who introduced you to him.

Jimin stares into the sky. No doubt he's been buried in this disgusting field for a few days. The sky was a dark grey filled with clouds. Droplets of rainwater began to fall, smearing the dirt covering his - extremely expensive- clothing.

Jimin is seething as he runs through the deep forest, the tree's passing by appearing blurry irrelevancies. He was going to kill you. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around your neck and watch your life drain right before his eyes. It'll bring great joy to hear the way your heartbeat quickens with fear until it rapidly drops - until it stops. Then, he'd be satisfied. 

Jimin would have to drain you dry first; make sure not a single drop of your blood gets missed by him. It'll bring immense joy to kill you after he foolishly decided to give you a chance. It was an honor that he was fascinated in you and here you've gone and ruined it by attempting to kill him. Keyword: attempting. 

Jimin scoffs as he reaches Taehyung's home. He throws the front door open and strolls in, a trail of mud marking the pristine floors. 

You didn't know what Jimin was and that was your downfall. However, Jimin was no fool. You've done this before - killed. You worked fast, bringing the knife into his heart so rapidly that he didn't have a chance to defend himself (ironically enough). He awoke beneath the ground, buried deep enough to not be found by anyone and so far from civilization that you could be considered a professional.

But Jimin wouldn't completely blame you. You were a serial killer no doubt and probably the one he's heard mumblings about. Serial killers didn't concern him because he couldn't be killed by the average human. However, you concerned him now for your attempts upon him. You weren't a man that the media thought you were and though you impressed him with your skill - your lifeline was going to end soon.

But before he'd deal with you, he'll deal with Taehyung.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung's eyes widen at the mess staining his floors. "You're making a mess-"

Jimin wraps a hand around Taehyung's neck with inhumane speed and throws him to the nearest bookshelf. It crumbles at the impact, but Jimin remains unbothered. He places his muddy shoe against Taehyung's neck. "I had to dig myself out of the ground." he spits. "Because of that bitch you introduced me to."

Taehyung struggles against Jimin's strength. He was smaller in frame compared to him, but Jimin's strength could easily overpower him. He was centuries ahead of him in age, after all. 

"I hope you are not fond of that bitch." Jimin snatches Taehyung forward, hands around his neck. "I'm going to kill her.'

Taehyung widens his eyes. "Hyung," he hisses. "let me explain-"

Jimin snaps Taehyung's neck. His friend falls to the ground lifelessly. 

Jimin sighs. He hates punishing Taehyung, but this was unacceptable. His clothes were ruined, as were his shoes. His hair would take more than a few washes to get the mud and dirt out and not only that, but how fucking embarrassing was it that a human girl caught him by surprised?

Jimin shakes his head. Taehyung would be fine. In a few hours he would wake - the snap to the neck wasn't as severe to last long. In the meantime, he would use his shower to get the mess off of him while he decided how he was going to kill you.

You tap your fingernails against your desk, eyes drifting between your computer to your boss's shut door. Taehyung wasn't in today. It was weird to not see him on the days you worked. The large window that displays his desk is empty and no one else appears to know where he is.

You ponder if Taehyung is looking for Jimin. The last week Taehyung had mention that Jimin wasn't taking his calls and that he'd might have to visit the man. You agreed - stating that Jimin had ignored several of your texts and assumed that maybe he didn't want to be bothered.

Of course, you knew the truth - but you couldn't tell this to Taehyung. How could you ever explain to your boss that you killed his friend while fucking him to your orgasm? It wasn't something you'd ever tell anyone, not even a journal or diary.

Jimin was a cute one. He was experienced in sex, and it wasn't anything special for you to dwell on. He was bound by the wrist but could still fuck you fully. But that didn't stop him and neither did you.

Killing brought an adrenaline through you. The act of appearing innocent with the idiotic men you chose is nearly comical. They'd never suspect that you were a threat to them. You were considered nothing but a defenseless woman that couldn't carry her own.

But you weren't - you were the same serial killer murdering all these men for the last few months. The news stated that you were a man hunting at random. The true crime podcasts had their own theories of who you were and your reasonings. You heard that your "childhood was filled with abuse" but their theories weren't correct.

You yourself are unsure the core root of the start of your murderous rampage. Your first time murdering a man had made you sick - you vomited for days. Soon, you were able to ignore the stench that came with getting rid of the body and how to cover your tracks. You learned how to steadily hold your weapon with ease. You would once dump the bodies of the men at random locations, but the thought of being caught frightened you.

You began burying the men deep within woody forest areas - sometimes in cemeteries. No one ever questioned someone digging a grave at a cemetery.

The ringing of your office phone jolts you back into reality. You hastily grab the phone and answer with your best customer service voice. You didn't hear anything on the other end, but you were a patient person. You repeated another time just as sweetly, but still heard nothing.

"Waste of my time." you slam the phone down on the receiver and sigh.

The phone rings once more, this time you look at the caller I.D and frown. It was probably a prank caller and this time your patience was wearing thin.

You answered the phone, but before you can speak, the caller does. "I should gut you and drain you dry." the voice hisses before the line goes dead. Your eyes widen at the menacing words and your heart thumps outside your chest at the familiar voice.

Following you wasn't a part of the plan. While he showered the mud off of his skin, he thought about how he'd end your life. He wasn't opposed to hurting women as long as they deserved it, but it wasn't an act he enjoyed doing. Even if he was a human, his strength would rival a woman so as an immortal with inhumane strength, it was simply unfair.

But you were a bitch. A bitch who pretended to like him and got him vulnerable before you killed him - of course, not literally.

Jimin's pride was hurt. He was embarrassed. No one has ever done anything like this to him. He was a man of great strength and intelligence. A woman - a human woman at that - managed to distract him enough to seemingly end his life. Did you work alone? He wasn't obese, but he was solid enough to not be easy.

Another part of Jimin was impressed with your tactic. You appeared as an everyday woman working as an assistant. Not purely innocent, but not one to fuck, murder and dump a body. What he pondered on was if you truly ever were interested in him. Did he captivate you differently from the other men? Or was he the same as them - a good fuck and a good kill?

How Jimin was going to kill you didn't concern him. He could snap your neck easily, bleed you dry as you were his favorite blood type, and burn your body in the deepest part of the woods.

But what was the fun in that? You had your adrenaline rushing fun and he wanted his.

The phone calls began as Jimin watches you sit at your desk. Taehyung wouldn't be in today; he was sore from the neck snapping injury. But taking Taehyung's phone and getting your number wasn't difficult. He began calling you after you clocked out of work and made your way home. By the third call, he was blocked. But that didn't bother him. He had endless money at his defense and that meant endless number of phones and phone numbers he can call off of - all at once.

The pictures came next. He couldn't enter your home without an invitation, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk the perimeter of your home. He'd developed the pictures of you walking into said home, getting into your car and even pictures of you at work; at the same desk he made the first phone call.

The look on your face each time you witness said pictures brought satisfaction to his non-beating heart. To watch you day by day become completely unhinged; frightened. Constantly looking over your shoulder to ensure he wasn't near, but you understood he was. You were a serial killer after all.

Jimin was growing tired of hearing your heartbeat. When you were frightened, the blood pumps your blood through you at an alarmingly delicious pace. It was time, he could feel it through his venom filled veins.

It was early morning when Jimin decided it was your time to die. It was raining when you left your home for work, surveying your surroundings before you do so. It was dark and the surrounding homes were all left quiet. You enter your car and Jimin could hear you lock your doors soon after you entered.

Your actions bring a scoff out of Jimin. Nothing could stop him from getting to you - especially not locked doors to a car he could destroy the hinges of.

You take a deep breath before reversing out of your home. Your wipers are on the highest setting they can be and yet, you still have difficulty seeing the road.

Your paranoia has since skyrocketed out of control. You're unsure how you managed to get out of your home and go to work or run errands with an apparent stalker. The pictures, the messages and the constant phone calls - you blame your ego. You have yet to see anyone, but it always feels as though they're a pair of eyes on you at all times.

As you proceeded to drive down the rainy and dark road, your phone vibrates in your lap. You're hesitant to see but your curiosity gets the better of you. You don't recognize the number on your screen, but all the numbers were never the same. You've managed to change your number but whoever the stalker was had gotten ahold of it.

"Watch out." you read aloud. Your eyes flicker to the road and your heart nearly stops. You stomp on the breaks, skidding against the wet pavement of the road.

Your eyes are wide and you're afraid to blink. The pale skin glistens in the rain as your headlights shine against him. His eyes are dark as they watch you through your windshield. Your terrified to move, not even as he makes his way closer to you.

Jimin doesn't appear to be a figment of your imagination. The last you saw of him; you were dragging his lifeless body to your car and to the nearest woody area.

You've attempted to get off of the breaks and floor the gas, but your window breaks, and you're being dragged out of your car. It continues to drive down the road, becoming faster by the second.

The palms of your hands manage to catch yourself as you fall.

"Get up."

His voice haunts you. You crawl against the wet ground to get asway, but once again your hair is being pulled.

"You aren't the great serial killer I thought you were." Jimin's voice is taunting you. "Go ahead and kill me. Do something."

You fight against him, but only when he pushes you aside do you manage to let yourself get free. You turn to face him, eyes wide with shock. You crawl backwards, another attempt to get away. The road is silent, and no other cars are in sight - not even yours.

"I-I..." you cough, choking on your own words. You killed him. You watched him die - bloody and all. "J-Jimin, I-"

"Why are you stuttering?"

Jimin is in front of you within seconds, speed incredible. He wraps a tight hand around your neck.

"Where's the confidence I seen the other night? Where's the woman who gave me the best fuck in decades? Maybe even centuries." Jimin cackles. "Where's the woman who killed me without remorse?"

"I'm sorry." you began to cry, heart racing.

"Pathetic." Jimin scoffs. He shoves you away. You stumble, but don't fall. "To think...that I actually liked you."

"I liked you, too." You gulp.

"Stop lying to me!"

Jimin's sudden roar frightens you. You hold yourself, slowly stepping away.

"I did." you admit. Of course, there was no doubt that you were scared shitless. But it wasn't a lie that you enjoyed Jimin in the moment. "I...I just thought..." you lick your lips. If you made it out alive today, you'd surely catch a cold. "...what are you?"

There it was. Jimin snorts. The million-dollar question. "What do you think I am?"

"A demon?"

Jimin shrugs. "Maybe I am." he responds. He's in front of you in a blink of an eye. "Your heart is pounding from a mile away. It makes your blood smell so refreshing."

The color drains from your face. The mention of your blood brings a sudden realization through you.

You weren't big on mythology. The only thing you knew about those who enjoyed blood were vampires. It would explain the way he stands before you seemingly unharmed. He was pale, but not strikingly pale to the point you'd be concerned.

What about the blood? Vampires didn't bleed, did they? They were dead.

"You're confused but you know what I am." Jimin offers a taunting smile. "And here Taehyung thought you and I were going to be together forever."

The mention of your boss makes you feel sick. "Taehyung...is he."

"Yes, he is the same as I." Jimin nods. "He's one of my best friends, after all."

Taehyung was a vampire, as well. Jimin was a vampire.

You. You were human and now you were in deep shit.

"Do you like my blood?"

Jimin is caught off guard by the question. He can hear your heartbeat become steady. He ponders on the question you asked him while intimate - did he think you were a freak? In this moment, yes. You were different. Frightened, but curious.

"Yes." Jimin admits. "It's my favorite. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."

Jimin's teeth become sharper, canines pulsing beyond the others. 

"You can't die." You state. You're trembling, fear mixed with the cold rain. "If you can't die that means-"

"Are you trying to make a compromise?" Jimin is beyond astonished. "After you put me in the ground in the middle of fucking nowhere?" The audacity of you.

"You can feed off of me!" you exclaim. You're unsure if what you did know about vampires were true. Did the prefer to feed directly from the neck or did it even matter? Could they walk in the sunlight, or would they burn right there - you were sure they didn't sparkle like you've seen in Twilight.

Jimin furrows a brow, amused. This was a new one. You were determined to not die, it appears. 

"And maybe I...can kill you."

Jimin snarls.

"You can't die!" you protest. "I-It can be a game. I like you and...you can come to like me."

In the centuries that Jimin's lived, no one has ever compromised in such a way. 

"Then I wouldn't have to kill anyone else if I can..." you take a deep breath. It was insane to try to make a deal with a vampire on a vengeance. "...kill you. It's not like you'd die."

Jimin licks his lips. You were serious, and he was curious. 

"You'd let me have a taste?"

You nod hastily. You're unsure if he would even consider your proposition, but it was worth a try. 

Jimin hums, but his lips hover above your neck, nonetheless. "Run." he hisses. 

And you do, as fast as you could. You nearly fall a few times but manages. The sky is starting to show some light, but not enough for you to know where you're running, ironically, through the wooded area. 

You scream pierce throughout the trees, but it's died down with the sound of the rain. Your back hits a nearby tree and the breath gets knocked out of your chest. 

"We did it your way the last time." Jimin's hands are cold against your chin. "We're doing this my way now."

The pain is excruciating for the first couple of seconds, but then you began to feel warm throughout. It was a weird feeling. You felt lighter.

Your hand reaches out to grab Jimin's shirt, clenching tightly. 

"Please fuck me."

Jimin licks his lips, shivering in pleasure. Your blood was exquisite. 

"As much as I would love to..." Jimin leans back, eyes watching yours. You were intoxicated with the venomous fluid that dripped into your blood. "...I would rather not take advantage."

You gulp.

"And as tempting as your offer is..." Jimin wraps both hands around your neck. Maybe he would come to regret his decision to kill you - but he couldn't allow you to consume him. He snaps your neck and watches as your body drops to the ground lifelessly. 

Taehyung watches as the elevator lifts him to the top floor. He has yet to get in contact with Jimin and he's grown upset with the older vampire. To barge into his home and punish him for your actions was uncalled for.

The elevator dings as he reaches the top floor where his office was located. As the door opens, Taehyung's eyes widen at the bloody scene before him.

Blood stained the walls as he trails further inside. He notes bodies of his employees, all dead and gutted. The scene would have disgusted his human form, but he was far from human now. The mess would be hell to clean up, but it wasn't impossible.

"Taehyung..."

Taehyung's head snaps to the side. He tilts his head. "Y/N."

You're dripping wet, possibly from the rain outside. Your clothing is torn and your covered in blood, but not your own.

"I-I...I'm so hungry." you cry, eyes wide with confusion.

Taehyung knew you would be.

When Taehyung met you, he was fascinated by your aura. He was even more fascinated to know you were a serial killer. It was fun, as fucked up as it was, to introduce you to his hyung. You were his favorite blood type, and he was curious on what you'd do. Would you kill him like the others or spare him?

Taehyung got his answer when he hadn't received any word from Jimin. He'd came into work and asked about your night with Jimin and your thoughts about him. You claimed to like him and desired in seeing him again - he sensed no lies from you. You did want to see Jimin again, but you lied about not knowing his whereabouts.

Taehyung was no fool knowing that if you did kill Jimin, that he would come back for you in vengeance. You were interesting nonetheless, and he understood that Jimin also took an interest in you. It was a matter of time before Jimin returned so Taehyung did what he needed to do to make sure Jimin thought twice about killing you.

Taehyung had offered you a drink mixed with blood - Jimin's blood. Vampire blood remained in the system for a week. Witnessing you here confused and hungry, that meant that Jimin had killed you recently.

"I know you are." Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"I didn't mean to kill them." You're in front of him fast, not yet understanding how to control your sudden speed. "I-I...they tasted so good."

"Ssshh." Taehyung shushed. "Let me call someone to come get you."

"The police?!" you screech.

"Y/N. You're immortal." Taehyung is amused by your reaction. "No human - man or woman - can stop what you are."

You nod your head and sit down at the nearest table. You're unsure what's happened to you. The last thing you remembered was Jimin biting you and then suddenly you were at work feasting on your coworkers.

"Y/N."

How long have you sat there?

Your head snaps up to come face to face with Jimin and he looked pissed.

Jimin was livid when he received a phone call from Taehyung explaining the situation. He never got anywhere to confront his friend faster than he did now.

You were alive - in a way - and sat before his eyes covered in blood.

"Why'd you do this?" Jimin asks Taehyung, eyes on you.

"Didn't you like her?" Taehyung asks. "I know she likes you."

Jimin sighs.

"I knew you'd kill her if she decided to kill you." Taehyung leans against the wall. "This is the most excitement you had in decades, hyung!"

You lean back against your chair and hiss.

"She's hungry." Jimin notes. And you wouldn't be satisfied unless you learned how to feed and become satisfied.

"She's sired to you." Taehyung murmurs. "Don't ask how I got your blood."

Jimin grunts. Of course, Taehyung was always the mischievous type. You were sired to him like Taehyung was. This could only mean that Taehyung had indeed planned this from the start.

Jimin strolls towards you and shakes his head. "I can never get rid of you, can I?" Jimin brings his wrist up to his mouth and bites until it draws blood. "Drink." he orders, and you do hungrily. Jimin encourages you, gently petting your head.

"Well, lovebirds." Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction. "I'll be calling the cleaners."

Jimin waits until you're satisfied and full. You lick your lips and stare up - almost innocently - at him.

"A-are you going to kill me?"

Jimin could. You were nothing but a lowlife newborn and he could surely snap your neck while you sat here.

But, you were interesting. The most adrenaline he felt in years.

"No." Jimin murmurs. "You're sired to me now. You can't betray me even if you wanted to."

You nod your head. "What happens now?"

Jimin offers you his hand to take. "Let's go home." he says to you when your hand is in his.

@silversparkles11 @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @castlewolfsbane

Kill me Softly

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Romance, Vampire!AU, Smut

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, angst (sorryyy), threatening the life of a pregnant person, smut in the forms of: Oral (f receiving), dom!reader, sub!kook, unprotected sex (don't do as I write pls), creampie, edging, nipple play (phew), fucking in a forest (don't do that peeps), unexpected pregnancy, if I forgot something please let me know! (It does get intense so please be aware!)

Words: 26.1k (OOOF)

Summary: As a reclusive vampire, you haven’t seen one of your kind in centuries. Regardless, Jungkook is tasked with hunting you down and bringing you back to the King by whatever means necessary. Even if you’re shattered by the end of it.

*This is set in the universe of my 'I Belong to You' Taehyung X Reader story - although it was written a few years after so please forgive a couple discrepancies here and there. I did start writing this a few months ago so if it seems a little awkward that's why. It's mainly unedited because I didn't have timmmeee I sowwy! But please enjoy!*

Petrichor.

It filled your nostrils and suffused your whole body as you ran through the forest after your next kill. A doe, already wounded, ran through the woods ahead. It made your blood sing with the fire of hunger. Her blood splattered on the ground and it made your mouth water at the thought of finally being able to eat after a week of starving.

You tried not to eat frequently in order to keep the forest in balance, but as you’ve gotten older it’s been harder to control. Especially around a human.

Gods, the smell of their blood absolutely sends you spiraling into a new world of hunger. But every time you’ve tried to feast on one since... since he passed, you can’t help but taste the blood taste of rotting flesh. It makes your stomach churn painfully just to think about it.

But now it was time to focus on the hunt, and the glory of victory that was just within your grasp. You would make her death quick and you also made sure she didn’t have any fawns that relied on her still. You knew what it was like to grow up without family, so you weren’t going to subject anyone to that pain. Animal or not.

Finally, her injured leg tripped over a log and she fell to the forest floor. She didn’t even try to get back up, accepting of her fate. She snorted and huffed as she looked at you, fear in her eyes. You shushed her and patted her back gently.

“It’s okay, I’ll make it quick I promise,” you said. You cradled her head and twisted harshly, a distinctive snap going through the air. The deer fell limp, and you gorged yourself on her blood.

You must’ve looked a sight. Huddled over a deer carcass in the middle of the woods right after a vicious rain storm. Your body revelled in the feeling of her blood coursing through your dried veins for a moment. It made you feel alive, something you haven’t ever been.

You were what they called a ‘purebred’ vampire. Unlike most vampires, you weren’t turned, you were born a vampire. There are very few purebred vampires left in the world. The King of Vampires, King Taehyung, was one of them. But you weren’t interested in being a part of his Council. They were all full of themselves and their rare abilities, something you can only gain if you are turned by a purebred vampire. Or, if you’re born a vampire.

You had a rare ability as well. You were able to control all the elements at command. It was extremely rare for anyone to have an elemental power, and you had the power to control all four. It was paramount that you didn’t use them, however.

If the council caught wind of you near, they’d no doubt come looking. And they’d want to control you. You were as fickle as water, temperamental as fire, changing as the wind and stubborn as a rock. You demanded respect and you weren’t going to be used as a puppet for others enjoyment, you’d rather die.

Finishing off your meal you wiped your mouth clean, heading in the direction you came. Taking one last look at the deer, you decided to pay your respects. Lighting a cigarette and letting it burn and dropping it to the wet ground and stamping it out as your offering of tobacco. Giving a little nod you left, running towards your camp.

You skirted around the open fields, making sure to stick to the treeline without getting out in the sunlight. Purebred vampires don’t actually burn up in the sun, they just can’t use their abilities when in direct light. It makes fighting a lot more difficult. That’s why some vampires decided to train with swords or knives, perhaps bows as well. Regular vampires who were just turned by regular vampires also don’t burn up, they are just weakened and have to feed more often.

It’s difficult to curb all the rumors around vampires. The humans are fearful of their rulers and simply don’t want to be walking blood bags. So, they’ll say whatever they want to your face, but they’ll talk behind your back. Testy beings.

Making it back to camp you felt the strength from your meal beginning to wane. It was hard, only drinking from animals. But you couldn’t control your hunger at the best of times when an animal is around, imagine what you would do if there was a human. But you’d refuse to eat, you can’t, after you killed your lover...

You think back on him sometimes and wonder if there really was any saving someone that stupid. A human falling for a vampire is dangerous, and vice versa. Unless you plan to turn them at some point. Even then it can be dangerous. Vampires tend to drink so much that they can’t replenish what they took with their blood. Although, there is a ritual that has to be performed prior that most people forget about. You have to want it. Regular vampires tend to turn anyone who asks! And that’s why humans are so fleeting. Everyone is afraid to die, no one likes getting sick and then there’s the possibility of added abilities? What could be better?

Living with the ones you love. That’s what counts, and humans are fleeting creatures. They’re here then they’re gone. Living and dying like ants on the pavement. But you loved one. Foolishly, but it was a passion that hasn’t been matched. The feeling of being in his arms was so perfect, so right that you could fall asleep thinking of his embrace and all would be made right.

He asked, that idiot asked. He wanted to be with you forever, and you decided you could do it. Change him. Make his heart stop beating forever, because you were selfish. Because you didn’t want to be alone in this life. You wanted him, you wanted nothing more in this life. But, like your nature suggested, you’re a creature of greed. And as his ashen face looked up at your horrified expression, he smiled.

“I forgive you,” he whispered, before dying in your arms.

That bastard forgave you. But left you alone to deal with the feelings of guilt, the sleepless nights, nightmares that haunted your days. Because vampires do sleep, they just didn’t need to as often as humans.

It’s hard for you to accept the life of solitude, but it’s a necessary evil. You won’t allow anyone to get hurt because of you ever again. It sometimes seemed fruitless, because there were other vampires that would take your place to harm the living. But if you could be the one less, it was enough for you. And perhaps you could change some minds while you were at it.

You made a fire, boiling some water from the stream. Even though you knew nothing in there could kill you, it made you feel better. Pulling it off the fire you decided it was time for a wash. Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt from the hunt. And damn if you weren’t going to look presentable. Even if it was just for yourself.

Walking to the stream you began to strip down. An uneasy feeling came over you, but you shook it off quickly. So, you continued to undress. Slowly walking into the stream you felt the chill run through you. A human wouldn’t be able to handle this water, but it was just a little crisp for a vampire.

Dipping your head underwater, you waited.

Something was creeping around the tree line. You could feel it. If you gave them the assumption that you were just a naked girl, perhaps they wouldn’t try to trifle with you and they could leave and you could bathe. You peeked your head above the water and you peer around, your amber eyes locking onto something down the stream. It was a black wolf, drinking from the stream seamlessly.

But something felt off, like its eyes were...

Oh fuck.

You had to go and you had to go now.

But running out of the stream now would tip him off, but perhaps if you just went back under and began cleaning yourself you could-

The wolf dipped its paw into the water across the stream. Fear pierced your heart as you watched it slowly place its other front paw in the chilled water, like it wasn’t cold.

It was time to go.

You didn’t give a damn about tipping him off at this point, but maybe you could out-run him.

“Don’t think so sweetheart,” a chilling voice crept over your skin as you stood, naked as the day you were born, in the stream.

“Can’t this wait until after I’m dressed?” You made the move to cover yourself.

“Do you really want my answer?” he asked.

“Suppose I don’t,” you said, trying to think of a plan that would get you out of here fast enough.

“You know what happens next,” he said, readying the cuffs brushed with vervain.

Vervain is an herb used to weaken vampires. But it was less potent on purebreds, although you know those restraints could hold you.

Faster than a human could blink you froze the water around his legs. Running up onto shore you heard it shatter. And moments later, there he stood in front of you.

Damn, why did you do that?! Now he knows you can control at least one element!

“Ah, don’t be so frigid darling,” he teased.

“Just let me go,” you said, moving to walk around him when he gripped onto your upper arm.

“Don’t think so miss, I think a power like that needs to be investigated by the council,” he whispered.

Frowning you ripped out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me,” you said, rubbing your arm.

“Fussy little thing huh?” he said, cracking his neck before coming towards you again.

“I mean it, I really don’t want to hurt you,” you said, backing away from him.

He laughed, heartily. You watched as he doubled over, making a fool of you.

You growled lowly before taking a slice at him with the water from the stream. He easily moved out of the way as if he were expecting you to put up a fight. Still covering yourself you slashed at him again, but he was agile, moving out of the way as if the water wasn’t an issue for him. You growled and moved the water to form a hardened ball of ice, throwing it at him. Yet it didn’t even phase him.

“Now darling, I think you need to rethink this whole deal. Don’t you know who I am?” he asked.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. The nerve on this guy.

“I know you work for the King, that’s all I know-all I care to know,” you remarked.

“Don’t be that way, my name is Jungkook. And you’re going to come with me,” he said, smiling brightly, like he’d already caught you.

“Sorry Jungkook, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” you said, sweeping him into the stream quickly with what water was available. He gasped as he was pulled in.

You turned to grab your clothes and booked it back towards your camp. All you needed was your money and you could run. Run as far as you could until they didn’t bother to look for you.

The sound of footsteps running after you echoed in your head as you tried to keep your pace faster. But he was much stronger than you. A vampire that feeds off humans would naturally be faster. But you couldn’t let that stop you.

Running into your camp you grabbed the satchel of coins quickly before booking it in a random direction. You just had to get somewhere he couldn’t find you. Carefully you found a hiding spot. Jungkook’s footsteps stopped, but that didn’t mean anything. He could be in the trees, he could be in that wolf form you saw earlier.

So you couldn’t let your guard down for a moment. Because that very well could be it.

Scanning the surroundings you found that he wasn’t on the ground at the very least.

Then a twig snapped from a tree about forty yards to your left. Your head shot in that direction, finding Jungkook had changed into some kind of monkey. So he wasn’t limited to one form. That made this a little more difficult.

Although, you did notice that his eyes remained a blood red. And they were locked with yours.

“Fuck,” you whispered, slamming your hand to your mouth the second you spoke. The damage had been done already; however, he’d seen you. Grabbing your coin purse you ran, as fast as you could.

But your speed hardly mattered as his hand encircled your arm. You jolted to a stop, grunting at the pain that shot through you. Jungkook chuckled and pulled you closer.

“Well sweetheart, that was quite the show. Never thought you’d try to drown me. Especially in running water. That made it harder. Quick thinking doll face. Since you know only purebred vampires can be in running water. Makes me wonder how you were able to be in there without any trouble,” he smiled.

You couldn’t help the little flutter that ran through you at the sight of it. Of course he’d be beautiful. He worked for the King. The King likes to surround himself with nice things. Cocky bastard.

“Let me go,” you demanded.

“As if, you’re coming with me,” he said, locking the vervain cuffs around your wrists. They burned as they settled against your skin.

“Ow, shit!” you hissed. Jungkook grabbed a hold of you and made sure your restraints were secure before taking your coin purse.

“Won’t be needing this where you’re going doll face,” he smirked, pocketing your hard earned money.

“You jerk! I earned that money, give it back!” you said, moving forward to kick him. But he grabbed your foot and twisted it, a sickening crack heard throughout the forest as your leg snapped in two. You screamed in agony, falling to the ground.

“Damn you, I was supposed to deliver you unharmed. You just have to make it difficult for me,” he sighed, coming closer to your writhing form.

“Fuck you,” you spat, using your good leg to kick away from him.

“Just hold still you little shit!” he growled, sitting himself on top of you. You felt the press of his weight in your secured hands that sat behind your back.

You also took notice at how his clothes clung to his body. Defined muscles greeted your eyes as you oogled him. Jungkook smirked and put his hands at your neck.

“Like what you see baby?”

You spat in his face, making him cringe.

“Alright. I’m done playing nice. You’re coming with me, whether you want to or not!”

With that, he hauled you up and over his shoulder. You screamed and flailed your good leg, the other one beginning to heal, but the recovery process was slowed by the vervain cuffs you were wearing. You squirmed and did everything in your power to be let go, but Jungkook held firm, not letting you go for a second.

Jungkook carried you to a horse, where you were thrown onto the front, and secured in place by the cuffs at your back. Jungkook’s hands came around you and secured the reins. And the two of you were off.

You felt a single tear fall down your face as you knew your freedom had slipped through your grasp.

Again.

--

Jungkook rode through the night, only stopping to give the horse water and food.

You didn’t know how far he rode to find you, you also wondered how he was able to find you when you hadn’t been in a village in over a month.

These thoughts plagued you as the pair of you continued to ride. Jungkook kept his head forward, never sparring you a glance as you made it through one village. The people in the town looked hungry and on the verge of collapse.

This is what the King has brought to people. Pain and suffering. Not joy and prosperity. What a joke.

“Whoa!” Jungkook said, slowing the horse to a stop.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching as he approached a group of women.

“Getting a snack, of course,” he said, smiling at the women beautifully.

You watched in horror. The women all shied away, but didn’t run. That would be punishable by death. Jungkook brushed the hair out of a younger woman’s face, tucking it behind her ear. She shivered, you didn’t know with fear or with excitement. But you could tell, Jungkook was doing some kind of glamour on her. She relaxed into his touches and you saw him gently pull her from the group.

He took her around a corner and from there you couldn’t see but you could hear.

Her soft whimpers, Jungkook whispering filth into her ears.

You heard the rustling of fabric and you didn’t want to continue to listen. You knew what he was doing.

Her moans and Jungkook’s drinking made you want to throw up.

It seemed to last forever, but eventually the girl stumbled out and ran in the opposite direction of Jungkook. And the man of the hour sauntered up to the horse as if he didn’t just fuck a random village girl behind a bakery.

“Alright, we can go,” he said, climbing back onto the horse.

You winced as his hands crossed over your body.

“Something wrong?” he asked, looking at you.

“T-there’s blood on your hand,” you whispered, smelling the girl’s blood right in front of you.

“Appears there is, want some?” he offered it to you, holding his hand in front of your mouth.

“I-I...”

“What’s wrong? Not your cup of tea? Want me to find a nice guy who will let you take a bite? I don’t need you starving to death before getting there,” Jungkook stated, moving to get off the horse once again. You wiggled in protest.

“No! I don’t want anything, I’m not hungry,” you said.

Didn’t need him knowing you drink from animals. Although, he’s bound to find out eventually.

“If you’re sure,” he said, licking the blood from his hand and wiping the rest off on his pants. You sighed in relief, before he took off yet again.

The ride was quiet as the two of you went through the night without as much as a word to one another. There was nothing that needed to be said in your mind. He was holding you against your will, and there was no way out of it. With the vervain limiting your abilities, you wouldn’t be able to heat the irons up enough to melt them.

A frown worked its way onto your face.

Jungkook’s strong stomach was against your back and you had to fight the urge to turn around and look up at his beautiful face... wait, stop. No.

You shook your head. You couldn’t think like that. Your lover would be horrified to know he died only for you to fall for another man! There’s no way you could think of Jungkook in any other manner than a nuisance.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road ahead.

“Like I’m telling you,” you scoffed.

“I know what you look like naked, do you think that whatever is troubling you is more intimate than that?” he asked.

“I’d rather strip naked in front of you than tell you my personal thoughts,” you said, snapping at him.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that sometime,” he laughed.

You hated being under a watchful eye, you wanted to make him squirm and writhe like you were. It wasn’t fair he was the only one asking questions all the time. He had tried several times in the night to get you to tell him who your parents were. Like you were revealing that to him.

“And what about you?” you asked.

“What do you mean? You want to see me naked sometime? That can easily be arranged doll,” he whispered.

“Oh piss off,” you said, throwing your head back into his chest.

He huffed in annoyance and shoved your head forward with a flick of his wrist. You growled deep in your throat and turned to glare at him. He smiled his stupid perfect smile before focusing back on the road. God he was infuriating.

Jungkook stopped off for the night at an inn, getting the two of you a room.

When he unclipped your harness to the horse you decided you were too tired to run from him. It had been a few days since you slept last and you were ready for some rest. Jungkook helped you down, keeping your handcuffs on as the pair of you went up to your room for the night.

You were mad that it was a single room, but you’d put up with it for the time being. Using your abilities without sleeping afterwards really drains you.

When Jungkook opened the door you almost passed out. There was only one bed, and Jungkook was no doubt going to take it for himself. So you kicked off your boots, getting ready to get comfortable on the floor when you realized that you’d been in handcuffs for the better part of a whole day and you were aching.

“Jungkook?” you asked, turning to the man who was sitting on the bed, taking off his boots.

“What?” he asked, looking up.

“Can you take these off?” you asked. Gesturing to your handcuffs you smiled.

“Not happening,” he said, not even thinking about it.

“Please?” you asked, arms ready to fall off.

“Well, if I take those off you, how am I to know you won’t run away?” he asked.

“I promise I won’t run,” you said.

Jungkook laughed.

“As if I’m going to trust that, no way,” Jungkook answered. You frowned before sighing and turning to lay on the floor. You heard shuffling behind you and then you felt the cuffs full of vervain fall off. But before you could do anything about it you were hauled into the air. A small scream escaped you as you were thrown onto the bed.

“Jungkook!” you yelled, arms barely able to support you.

“The only way I’m keeping those cuffs off you is if you stay here in the bed where I can sense if you move,” he said.

“Nevermind, put the cuffs back on!” you said, scrambling off the bed.

Jungkook grabbed your sore wrists and pinned them to the bed, settling on top of your waist. You looked at him above you, staring at you with his beautiful crimson eyes. Your body lost its fight. The attractive man on top of you was too much. You flushed and looked away, staring at the lamp on the bedside table.

“Just sleep in the bed with me, it won’t kill you,” he said.

“I’d rather not, thanks,” you said back.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I won’t do anything either,” he said.

“I’d kill you before you even thought about it,” you growled.

“Too late for that doll face,” he smiled.

“You’re disgusting.”

Jungkook sighed before getting up and pulling you off the bed with him. Your leg was still healing a bit, so when he let go of you, your body began to crumple to the floor. Quicker than light Jungkook was there to catch you. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you up.

“Your leg still isn’t better? What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

“Um, no-nothing, I’m fine,” you said, trying to stand on your own.

“Easy, easy! Stop for a second!” he said, holding you against him tightly. “What’s really going on here? Why are you so weak?” he asked.

“I’m not weak!” you cried out, shoving him away with an impressive amount of strength. He coughed as the wall creaked against his weight. His eyebrow raised as he looked at you.

“What are you?” he asked.

“You already know, I’m one of you. A vampire,” you said.

“Yeah, smartass I know that. It’s just, I’ve never seen a vampire like you before. One that gets nervous at the sight of blood, you need it to survive. So why did you act like you did when I had that girl’s blood on me?”

“Because, it’s not human blood that I drink,” you answered.

Jungkook scoffed.

“There’s no way you could live on animal blood for very long. You’ll wither away,” he said.

“I’m going thirty years strong on it,” you said.

“More like thirty years meh on it,” he snarked.

“I have my reasons why I don’t drink from humans,” you said sharply.

“Why is that?” he asked, genuine curiosity leaking from his voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Jungkook sighed and brushed himself off, coming towards you. You backed up against the wall, shutting your eyes tightly. Waiting for something, anything. But nothing happened. You peeked your eyes open, seeing Jungkook looking at you with interest.

“You’re a purebred aren’t you, not just turned by a purebred. What’s your name?” he asked. Too tired to think before speaking.

“Y/N,” you said softly.

“That’s a nice name, I’ve never heard of you before,” he trailed off.

“I’m not surprised, but, why do you think you were set out to find me?” you asked.

His face turned dark.

“The King would tell me if I was sent to kill you. If I was, you’d be dead already,” he said.

“Aren’t you confident,” you yawned.

“Come to bed,” he encouraged, changing the subject.

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you,” you said, firmly.

“How about this,” he said. Suddenly, his body shifted and a small cat stood at your feet. The eyes were blood red, but the rest was like a normal cat.

“Fine, fine. I’m tired, let’s just go to sleep,” you agreed sourly.

Jungkook hopped up on the bed, choosing the bottom as the most comfortable for him. You laid down, curling up into a ball before the lights and sounds of the world faded away, and you were asleep.

--

You awoke to an unusual weight across your body. Peeking one eye open you saw Jungkook, draped across you like an eight day wash. You growled and shoved him off the bed, hard. A small ‘oof’ could be heard from the other side, and then the whining commenced.

“Why did you do that hyung?” Jungkook complained from the floor.

“Because your hyungs aren’t here and you have no right to be touching me,” you said in a stern voice. Standing up you walked over to the window and peered out into the town.

A small bakery wafted fresh pastries through the village. People were walking around in the market, purchasing goods and making small talk with the vendors. It seemed normal enough.

“Good to know you’re not a morning person,” he said, rubbing his stomach.

“Thought you were supposed to be a cat,” you said, keeping your eyes trained on the village below.

“You never asked how long I could stay like that,” he answered.

“Good to know you’re someone who withholds the truth if it benefits you,” you threw his words back at him.

“How am I supposed to give you the truth if you don’t ask for it?”

“Jungkook,” you started, “we need to come to some kind of agreement.”

“I concur,” he said.

“So listen to my terms,” you said.

“Now you’re making demands? Remember you’re the prisoner here,” he said.

“Jungkook,” you warned.

“Fine, fine, make all the demands you want. Doesn’t mean I’m going to listen,” he said back with a yawn.

“I want to be unchained,” you started.

“Hold on-”

“And I want a meal at least once a week, animal: preferably deer,” you said.

“I can’t just-”

“If we are to stay in any hotels or inns I get first pick of where to sleep,” you continued.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said firmly.

“Yes, I wasn’t finished,” you said as if it were trivial.

Suddenly you were pinned against the wall by your throat. Vampires didn’t need to breathe, but if you were decapitated and burned, then you have a slew of other problems to be dealing with.

“Listen, I’m in charge here, doll face. Don’t forget who tracked you down and brought you here. If you were the stronger one, then I would be dead. It’s ridiculous to make demands in a situation where the power is in someone else’s hands. Remember sweetheart, just who is holding the reins,” he warned, dropping your neck and letting you fall to the ground.

Just as you were about to throttle him within an inch of his life he walked out the door. You sighed and hauled yourself up from the floor. Your leg was still a little wobbly, but nothing that couldn’t be dealt with. Walking down the stairs you surveyed the Inn with your eyes. There were several people sitting at tables and eating, and Jungkook wasn’t among them. Maybe he went to get the horse ready.

You were about to brush your hair from your face when you realized... He had forgotten to chain you up. Either that or he trusted his abilities to track you down. While you didn’t blame him, you were still wondering how he was able to find you in those woods you were camping out in. Maybe one of the villagers from the town nearby sold you out, but you hadn’t been there very long and you didn’t spend enough coin to be noticeable.

Before you could think about it much longer, you decided to follow him. If at the very least out of boredom. And he was kind of fun to aggravate.

You made it outside and Jungkook was readying the horse. You walked over and looked at him, watching with muted interest. Jungkook was handsome, anyone with eyes could see that. But there was something about his beauty that made you want to get closer. To touch his skin and feel his hands on your body. It was a little frightening to think this way, but most vampires were beautiful once they were turned. All imperfections and aging stops to make them irresistible to the prey. Like a beautiful flower that traps the insects and kills them for their own gain. Nature created such vile beasts like vampires, it upset you to know that you were one of them sometimes.

“If you’re going to ogle me can we at least be in a private place before you decide to do so?” Jungkook asked as he finished securing the saddle to the horse.

“I’m just observing,” you said, a soft look of aggravation on your face.

“If you’re trying to find a weak spot darling, I hate to break it to you but I don’t have any,” he said, offering you his hands to get up on the horse. You humored him and let him help you up into the saddle without a fuss.

“I’ve already found several,” you said, smirking.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asked, jumping behind you and taking the reins.

“You really think I’m going to reveal what your weak spots are so you can hide them better from me? Fat chance, Jungkook,” you laughed.

“Can’t blame me for trying.”

He urged the horse forward and the two of you were heading out of the village.

The ride was long, and your butt was beginning to get sore at this rate. But you kept your mouth shut as he kept the horse going at a steady rate. You looked at the scenery around you and smiled softly. It was beautiful out here. So much greenery and no people, just the way you liked it. You saw deer running across the fields together, in a herd. It made you miss your family something terrible. It has been so long, that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be with people who make you happy. People who don’t want anything from you, power or money or status. Because your life wasn’t always one of solitude...

The two of you rode in silence, much like you had before stopping at the inn last night. Jungkook’s body against your back made you think of the first time you went riding with your father in the winter right after your 70th birthday. Vampire children matured much slower than normal kids, at the tender age of seventy you looked as though you were ten. So, to celebrate your father had bought a brand new snow white mare with grey speckling on her. She was the most beautiful thing you’d seen, at your age. And you found that riding her was like floating on air. She was secure, and gentle, but also firm in her strides as she moved, she had confidence that carried her. You’ll never forget that moment, as long as you live.

You hadn’t noticed, but you were leaning back into Jungkook, letting his front support you. He didn’t stop you, letting you remember in peace. He knew that look, reminiscing back on the past... He did it often. But he never let anyone see him doing so, it was a private moment for him and him alone...

Snapping out of your stupor you saw what appeared to be a burnt down village. But it was old, the dust had settled and nothing was smoldering. It was actually cold, like a scar on the landscape. Something that had been there for a long while.

Before you knew it, Jungkook stopped the horse.

“Why are we stopping? We’re in the middle of nowhere,” you said, watching as Jungkook tightened his grips on the reins.

“It didn’t used to be,” he whispered.

Getting off the horse he walked up to the corpse of the village. Confused, you followed.

“Jungkook!” you yelled as he walked with purpose towards the main square. There, in the center, was a beautiful fountain. It appeared to be made out of marble, or some kind of granite. For it to still be here was a testament to its craftsmanship. Jungkook was oddly silent as he walked around, looking in houses and stopping to peer around buildings.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you caught up to him.

“Shut up,” he warned, continuing to move down the line of what appeared to have been houses. You sighed and continued to follow him, watching as he seemed to bob and weave around with a sense of familiarity. You were curious if he knew the place. Perhaps he spent some time here in the past.

“Jungkook, where are you going?” you asked, trying to keep up with him.

“Here,” he whispered, looking at a particularly small house at the end of the row. He stopped and looked at the door, touching the doorknob with a delicacy that you hadn’t seen him exhibit in the week you’d known him. Slowly, as if he were taking off a bandaid, he opened the door. It creaked and moaned with age, protesting against being opened. But Jungkook pushed forward, looking around as if he knew the place.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, looking at him with moderate fear. He was scaring you, stopping here out of nowhere and suddenly finding a small hut towards the back of the area. You weren’t sure what he was doing, and it was frightening you.

“Oh Gods,” he whimpered, falling to his knees on the floor.

“Jungkook!” you yelped as he hit the floor with a thud.

“No!” he screamed, bashing his fist through the floor. You screamed at the shattering of the floorboards and watched as the man before you began to cry. You were stunned. The once cocky and annoying man was suddenly a mess on the floor of a random cottage. Looking around you saw nothing of importance, nothing that would signal anyone being there in quite some time. Jungkook’s crying turned into sobs as his face was pressed into the floor.

Your heart ached with the familiarity of it all. You knew this pain, you knew it all too well... He’d lost someone here. Slowly, as to not frighten or agitate him, you kneeled to the ground behind him. Softly, you called to him.

“Jungkook,” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders carefully.

Soon, he was in your arms.

“Mama, papa,” he whimpered, placing his head in your neck. You were stunned into silence. He was gripping at your hips with an agony that you knew. His parents must’ve died here. You weren’t sure what you should do. Did he want you to comfort him? Or was he just using this as a ploy to get you to let go of your defenses...

“Jungkook,” you started, moving to push him away from your body, when you remembered yourself in the same position. Centuries ago. Pleading for your parents and having no one to comfort you. I-It couldn’t hurt, could it? “Jungkook,” you whispered again, cradling his head in your hands, bringing him closer to your chest. Hot tears slid down your cleavage as he continued to cry. You knew his pain, you knew what he was going through. It was never easy, perhaps that’s why he was constantly distracting himself. Because this pain was always nagging at the bottom of his heart, ready to latch on the moment he wasn’t looking. Jungkook had weaknesses just like everyone else, and this just happened to be one of them.

“It’s my fault, I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your chest.

“Jungkook, it’s okay,” you said, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Y/N,” he whimpered. You shushed him like a babe, keeping him close to your chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, combing through his hair again.

“I-I don’t know,” he said softly, so quiet that you had to strain to hear him with your impressive hearing.

“Jungkook, sometimes we need to re-live pain so we can get over it, or at least learn to cope with it better,” you encouraged, bringing his head up to yours.

“I-they, my family lived here in this village,” he started, wiping his tears with the back of his hands. You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“I grew up here, I was human once,” he explained. “But that all changed when Taehyung found me. I had been attacked in the forest, it’s been so long that I don’t remember the attackers, but Taehyung has assured me they have been dealt with. They left me for dead after stealing all my money and valuables I had on me, which wasn’t much. My family was poor... But we were so happy,” he said, getting a dreamy look on his face that made your heart lurch painfully. You could tell he wasn’t lying, that look proved it. He was remembering them, and their memories he’s held in his heart for years.

“How long has it been since...” you trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

“Almost a century,” he whispered back.

“Oh Jungkook, for a vampire that’s-”

“Almost like it was yesterday...”

The two of you sat in silence for a while. Neither of you dared to speak. Jungkook still had tears falling from his face as he looked down at the floor.

“They were so disappointed in me,” he said with a soft tone.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“My family, my parents,” he explained, “they were so disappointed that I had become a vampire. Not like I had much of a choice in the matter. Taehyung made the decision to save me when he found me in the woods. But you know, my family had always hated vampires, for as long as I can remember. My great grandfather fought against them when we first started to rise to power. But obviously, they lost. My mother cried when she saw my brown eyes had turned red like blood. She’d demanded I stop the joke, but I told her it wasn’t a joke. Taehyung told them what had happened, and you know what my mother said?”

You shook your head, already feeling dread welling up within you.

“She said I should’ve died in those woods that day,” he finished, looking down at his feet.

“Oh my Gods, Jungkook no,” you said, coming forward to wrap your arms around him. You couldn’t explain it, but you wanted to comfort him, no matter the cost it was to you. He accepted your advances and coiled his arms around your waist.

“I should’ve died out there Y/N,” he whispered.

“No Jungkook, just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean suddenly you’re a different person. Just the chemical makeup of your body changed. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” you said, brushing his hair behind his ears.

“They died from old age in front of me years later. My mother first, then my father about two months after that,” he said, rubbing his face, eyes still wet with tears.

“That’s awful Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you said, not being able to imagine your parents reacting that way. Although you two were in a different boat.

“Nothing that can be done about it now... The past is the past and they... they’re dead,” he said, standing up and wiping off his knees.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” you asked, standing as well and coming to his side.

“It doesn’t matter, I have a mission to complete. And that’s getting you back to the palace.”

Your heart stuttered for a moment, looking at him with his red eyes and weary expression.

“Maybe we should make camp here for the night,” you said, already heading towards the door.

“No, I can’t-I mean...” Jungkook faltered.

“Do you not want to stay here? I’ll understand. But it looks like a storm is rolling in and I’d rather be in a building or a tent than on that horse,” you explained.

Jungkook nodded.

“I’ll tie up the horse.”

--

A storm came rolling in about two hours later. Jungkook had put the horse in the old stable and tied it up for the night. The pair of you huddled in a house that was a little bigger than Jungkook’s old one, using the blankets for warmth. Fall was rolling in and these rain storms made it that much colder.

“Are you cold?” he asked, walking in from feeding the horse.

“I’m fine,” you said, bringing the blanket and tugging it around your body further.

“Sure, here,” he said, handing you another blanket that was undoubtedly his.

“I don’t need it, I’m fine,” you said through chattering teeth.

“I’ll start a fire,” he announced, moving towards the old fire pit with purpose.

“Jungkook honestly,” you admonished, pulling the second blanket around your legs.

“It’s fine, I’m a little cold too,” he said.

As he worked you couldn’t help but notice the way his body moved. Being a vampire meant you moved with grace and elegance, but he was on a whole different level. The way Jungkook’s muscles clenched and contracted made your mouth water. You wanted to reach out and run your hands down his back as he situated himself between your legs and-wait a second...

This isn’t right...

Jungkook is the man keeping you hostage, the one delivering you to your death no doubt...

But the way he clung to you in his old home and how he cried for the loss of his family. You related to his pain, you knew it all too well. But, that didn’t change the fact that he was holding you against your will, and was going to be the cause of your demise one day... One day soon...

Flames burst from the firepit and Jungkook stepped back a bit, looking down at his handiwork with a grin. You scooted forward, reaching for the heat with greedy fingers. Jungkook sat down next to you, closer than you originally thought he was. However you didn’t say anything, wondering if he needed the proximity to put himself at ease.

“It’s so peaceful here,” you whispered, resting your head on your arms.

“It really is,” he agreed, rubbing his hands together and putting them in front of the fire.

The two of you were silent yet again, listening to the sound of the crackling wood in the firepit. It was relaxing to say the least, especially since you didn’t have any restraints holding you back. Again, you wondered if you could take Jungkook in a fight. If he wasn’t expecting it, perhaps you could take him down before he even realized-

“Don’t even think about it,” he said softly, eyes never once leaving the flame.

“Think about what?” you said, feigning ignorance.

“Escaping, I’ve already been too nice. Don’t make me regret it,” he said, sounding almost sad.

“I wasn’t,” you defended, looking at him.

“You can lie all you want but your actions speak louder than your words,” he smiled.

It was beautiful, a brightness you hadn’t seen come from him in, well, ever. You hadn’t known him long, but you could tell this kind of sincerity was rare for him. Something he didn’t let people see very often. Part of being a purebred was the ability to sense things that others may not see. Little nuances that others can’t see, or just don’t bother to. And with Jungkook, he was so open to showing you everything, that you couldn’t help but notice.

This poor man, all he wanted was love and affection. But he’d gotten it from the wrong places. Serving the King brought him purpose, but it didn’t provide him everything he needed. The arms of swooning women that would give him attention for his looks and the power that he could provide, but nothing else... He was so utterly broken inside it made you want to weep for him. He’d lost everything, only to gain a fraction of it back... And he was still looking for somewhere to belong, somewhere to call home.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said, putting up his shoulders.

“Looking at you like what?” you asked.

“Like you’re dissecting me, or imagining that you could, it’s creepy,” he said.

“Sorry,” you offered lamely. Jungkook just sighed and continued to warm himself by the fire. However, before long the curiosity got to be too much.

“Why does the King want you anyways?” he asked, looking you over.

“Did he not tell you why you were sent out to get me?”

“He said he wanted to speak with you,” he said.

You laughed lightly and his head turned to you.

“So that’s how he put it,” you reasoned in your head, nodding. “If he wanted to merely speak with me Jungkook, why were you given orders to bring me by force?”

Jungkook’s big eyes turned confused.

“What are you talking about? Y/N, why does the King want you?” he asked.

Sighing, you decided you would tell him. He told you his life story, might as well tell him yours.

“You’re right, about me being a purebred. I was born a vampire. But I wasn’t just any vampire, I was a Y/L/N.” Jungkook gasped, and looked at you with a ferocity you hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

“You were... you were a princess?” he asked.

“Yes, I was. Born to be the heir of the kingdom. But it never happened,” you said, looking down at your hands.

“Yes, because your family had to be stopped! You were murdering your own kind!” he said, standing up.

“No, Jungkook, we weren’t,” you said, keeping your eyes locked on the floor.

“What do you mean? You killed thousands of vampires!” he exclaimed.

Your head snapped up and looked at him, deathly still.

“Do you know of a disease called The Hunger?” you asked, looking at him with curiosity. He shifted on his feet and looked down.

“No, I’ve never heard of it,” he said.

“It was a terrible disease that went through and infected thousands upon thousands of vampires. They became so ravenous that feeding from humans was no longer enough, they resorted to cannibalism. Drinking from vampires, even eating their flesh... My father devoted himself to the task of stopping this disease. To the point where he contracted it himself... Although he never fell through to the temptation of drinking from another vampire. Until one night, he came home covered in blood and not remembering anything about the night or where he had been. My mother confirmed that he was covered in the blood of someone from the royal guard, whom they found later. The Hunger can modify and change your brain chemistry, so much so that you could be damaged from it forever. There is no cure, Jungkook. The only way to save people was to kill the infected,” you explained.

“But there’s got to be a cure,” he said, sitting down next to you.

“I’m afraid Jungkook, there isn’t,” you stated, “my mother spent her life looking. She was great at alchemy and things of the like. She was probably the most knowledgeable woman around. Father never treated her like she was some arm piece, she always had a purpose.. Father never restricted her knowledge and learning, they worked together in order to make sure the kingdom would flourish. That’s how my parents did things. They weren’t the cruel rulers they're known as, killing off thousands of their own people to prove a point that they were powerful... That wasn’t who they were,” you whispered.

Jungkook looked at you with serious eyes. Like he was searching for something.

“If you don’t believe me I won’t sit here and try to convince you. But I know what happened, I was there. I lived it, Jungkook. When were you born?”

“About a hundred and twenty two years ago,” he said softly.

“I’ve been around about four hundred years longer than you,” you said.

“That just means you’ve gotten better at lying,” he growled.

“I didn’t accuse you of lying when you were crying earlier,” you said.

“But I-I...” he trailed off.

“My family died because of Kim Taehyung,” you said. “He took the crown of my father’s decapitated head and called it mercy. He said that the people would no longer suffer, but look around you now! Jungkook, there's famine in the streets, vampires are preying off people like it's a sport... And the humans are beginning to fight back. I’ve seen and heard of vampire hunters in groups in the outskirts of the kingdom. But they haven’t been bold enough to attack... yet,” you said.

“How can I believe anything you say?” he asked, “Taehyung saved me!”

“I believed you,” you whispered.

“But, Y/N, it’s not that simple. If I believe what you’re telling me that means that one of my closest friends is... is...”

“I’m not saying I want the crown back, Jungkook. Diplomacy was never really my thing. My parents tried to raise me as a princess, but all they got was a little girl who’d rather go out and explore than sit in a castle all day and be waited on hand and foot. I was smuggled out of the palace before Taehyung could find me as well. My nanny at the time, she got me out, but she was human... I wound up killing her because I was still feeding off of animals and older adults at the time. I deeply regret it, deeply. She died for me, so that I could go on living. My parents died so that Taehyung wouldn’t look for me. Yet, here we are, centuries later and now he decides he wants to ‘speak’ with me? Great,” you whispered.

“Maybe he just wants you to swear loyalty to him! Maybe he just wants you to work for him like the rest of the Council members do. It’s not that bad of a gig, Y/N, believe me,” he said.

“He is the reason my family is gone. And now, he dares to find me and demand my loyalty? After centuries of us living apart? What spurred this on? Why now after all this time?”

Jungkook sat in puzzlement, looking into the fire for a moment.

“I’m sorry, about your parents,” he whispered.

“It’s been centuries, I hardly remember them anymore,” you said, a sound of pain escaping you.

“You hardly remember them?” he asks.

“I remember what they looked like and some memories with them, but other than that? I don’t remember the fine details of living with them. Like what my mother smelt like, the way she sounded when she laughed. Little things, they’re starting to fade away from me... And it breaks my heart everytime I forget...” you admitted.

“Y/N, that’s awful,” Jungkook agreed.

“It’s life, Jungkook. A life without them, means to forget them eventually. I know one day I won’t remember them at all... I dread that day,” you whispered.

“Just keep thinking of them everyday. Go down a list in your head of the things you remember,” he offered.

“I do that, and everyday the list gets shorter. Another tally mark on the wall of forgetting,” you said, a single tear trailing down your cheek. Jungkook quickly brushes it away with his thumb. You gave him a watery smile before more tears started falling from your eyes.

You remember your lover doing the same for you when you told him your story... How many years ago was that now?

“I’m so sorry you lost them, Y/N, I understand your pain... I’m sorry,” he said, bringing you into a hug. Slowly, you accepted his embrace. Leaning your head on his shoulder you let out a few more tears, not crying as hard as he had earlier in the day but it still felt nice to have someone hold you while you cried. To feel that emotion with someone else, something you’ve been craving for such a long time.

Touch.

To feel someone’s hands on your body, lighting your nerve endings on fire as they trailed their fingertips across your naked body. God, the thought alone was making you hot.

Jungkook pulled away from you, brushing a tear from your eye and then he moved away, no doubt going to go rest for the night while the storm above passed over. But much like the storm, your body was in turmoil. You wanted to touch someone, just to feel someone else’s body against yours so badly. It was horrible to be lonely... Even if it was just for a little while, you wanted to forget...

Reaching up you grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement. Jungkook turned to look at you, curiosity written in his features. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, you pulled him to your lips. Jungkook was stunned at first, not quite registering your mouth on his.

Just as you were about to pull back, Jungkook tangled his fingers in your hair. You felt a rush of heat course through your body that hasn’t been there in centuries. Jungkook cradled your head with such care it made your chest throb. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him with reckless abandon. Where was this coming from? This man was your captor! He was sending you back to the King!

But he was also a broken man... someone just like you.

“Y/N, what are we doing?” he asked, breathless from your kisses.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back, but it didn’t stop you from reconnecting your lips with his. Jungkook didn’t stop you either, kissing you with fervor. His hands stayed on your waist, not traveling across your body like you expected from him.

But you wanted his hands all over your body, it had been so long since anyone had touched you like this. And you missed the sensations that came from it, even if it was with the wrong person, at the wrong time, it didn’t matter. Because it all felt so right.

“You can touch me,” you said, placing his hand lower on your body at your hip.

“Y/N,” he breathed, locking his lips over yours again, kissing you so hard you were certain your lips would bruise if you were human. Jungkook was handling you with the utmost care, something that made your heart melt even more for the man in front of you.

His hands slowly trailed over your body, resting at the small of your back. Jungkook made your mind race with possibilities. Everything he could do to you, everything you could do to him. It made your stomach jump to your throat. He detached from your lips to kiss your neck, nipping playfully making you shudder.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, winding your fingers in his hair. Jungkook groaned as he licked at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You opened your mouth and kissed him harder. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, but it had been years since someone had paid you any kind of attention, and it showed in your reactions. Every time Jungkook brushed a spot along your hip or nipped at your neck in the right spot it had you shivering with such desire it was almost smothering.

Placing your hand on his stomach you leaned in to kiss him again when he stopped you.

“Y/N, what do you want from me?” he asked, looking at you with kiss swollen lips and a few red marks on his neck from you.

“I-I... I don’t understand,” you whispered.

“I think we’re both pretty emotional right now, we shouldn’t do something you’ll regret later,” he said, as if it pained him.

“You’re right, Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you said, flushing red in embarrassment. But Jungkook was right in asking... What did you want from him?

It was all so messed up in your head. There was your heart that didn’t want to move on from your past, it was all too painful. But your mind was starting to wander. Were you using your ex-lovers death as an excuse to remain distant? Was he truly still the love of your life? Or was it time to move on and accept his death?

It was all so difficult to process.

But you couldn’t find yourself regretting your actions with Jungkook.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m not,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

“We should go to bed,” you stated, moving towards the opposing room. The thunder crashed loudly outside, and you found yourself jumping out of your skin. You heard Jungkook chuckle before, settling down into his sleeping pack. You frowned, but went on into the other room to set up your small blanket on the floor. Jungkook apparently was out cold, but you stayed up later, unable to get the feeling of his lips out of your mind...

You fell into a fitful sleep, letting the blackness consume you.

--

The next morning you woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the hut. You got up and stretched, looking out the window. Jungkook must’ve let you sleep in this morning... That was oddly kind of him. You decided you didn’t want to question it, that’s when you smelt it.

Blood.

But not human...

Jungkook, where was he?

You looked around. In the other rooms, throughout the village and he was nowhere to be found.

Going back to the hut you noticed the blood on the floor, and the trail led out the door. Picking up the scent you discovered that humans had in fact been here. But the blood on the floor belonged to a vampire, that much was certain. It even looked different from human blood. You smelt several people, around six or seven that had been here... But that didn’t answer your questions. Who knew where you and Jungkook were, and why did they only take him?

Just as you were about to follow the trail further, a thought sprung to your mind...

Why were you going to go after the man that kidnapped you? There was no reason you shouldn’t just high tail it out of here and start over somewhere else. It wasn’t too hard to do, and if you kept out of the villages all together you would be near impossible to track down. Your freedom... right there, ripe for the taking.

But, something stopped your feet from moving forward. If someone really had taken Jungkook, where did they take him? And most importantly, why? Then the thought came to your mind.

Vampire Hunters.

Those bastards must’ve been following you, and when they found Jungkook, a member of the Vampiric Council, they probably thought he was better prey. No doubt the story of his death would bring the other members of the Vampiric Council running. Or at least, his capture would. He was in danger. If they were able to subdue him, they were no doubt powerful.

But you wouldn’t let one of your kind suffer the fate they had in store for him. You’d seen too much death in your lifetime, and you’d be damned if you could save him from this fate.

Running towards the stable you grabbed the horse, you were going to need all your strength for dealing with these people. Vampire Hunters weren’t people to be trifled with. They hated your people with a passion that hasn’t been seen in centuries. Of course there has always been rebellion when it comes to the vampires ruling over the world. But they were on a different level, and if they had Jungkook then there could be serious trouble afoot.

“Go go,” you urged the horse, flicking the reins in your wrist before the animal took off. You followed the distinct smell that was Jungkook. Something that smelt like a smoldering hearth in the dead winter and cinnamon. It was spicy and warm, something you didn’t know you liked until now that it was your sole connection to the man.

You traveled following his trail for a long while, it felt like at least a few hours. However, vampires weren’t known for keeping time...

Jungkook’s trail was getting stronger the further you went, giving you hope. Then, you began to recognize your surroundings...

Oh no, they couldn’t have, surely not.

But the moment you saw the stables you knew where you were...

You were home.

Your former estate was massive, with huge gardens and extensive land that wraps around the mountain behind your home. The place was in disrepair, and it made your heart ache to see it in such a state. But it had been centuries since you’d stepped foot in this area of the country. You were curious as to how you didn’t realize you were this close, but that was a matter for a different time.

You rode up and the area around you was silent, apart from the subtle chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects. But you could smell them everywhere. Their scent permeated your once pure home. It filled you with rage that people who knew nothing of your home and the way it was meant to be cared for were here. Using it as some camp as if it were anything less than a feat of architecture that your father worked years on to create. But they were not creatures of sophistication, like you. They were tired of being treated the way they were by an immature ruler, they wanted freedom, however they weren’t going to get it going about it this way. Stealing members of the Vampiric Council is suicide. But, no matter, you’d soon resolve their feeble thinking.

Jumping off the horse you brushed your hair over your shoulder and headed towards the door. The estate had a grand fountain that sat in front of two large staircases that curved around the front of the building in such an elegant way it made you nostalgic. Climbing the mossy steps you found yourself moving at the pace your parents had taught you long ago.

Step with elegance, pride and strength. For these are all things you possess in great quantities. Make everyone believe it.

You reached the front door and creaked it open, the firm wood holding strong underneath your palms. However, the hinges could use a touch up. Walking in you smelt the must of the years that had passed, but somehow... somehow the sweetness of your mother remained in these halls. The spice that was your father echoed in the space as well... Perhaps it had been shut up long enough that they could be remembered here somehow...

You had to focus, Jungkook was in here somewhere, you could smell him. But you couldn’t let the memories of your family distract you now. Jungkook was here and very much in need of your help. So you had to get out of your own head and find him...

You thought about it logically and the most fortifiable room would be the wine cellar, but the easiest vantage point was your mother’s old study at the very top of the stairs... But Jungkook’s smell was everywhere.

That’s when you saw it...

Blood smeared on the walls.

They had smeared his blood on the walls to keep his scent all around you so you could never track him down using your sense of smell alone... You’d have to walk it blind and hope you found him somehow...

Sighing, you walked towards the sitting room, a grandiose room that had floor to ceiling curtains made of the finest material money could buy. Now they sat, moth eaten and practically begging to be set aflame, but you still smiled as you walked through the gorgeous room. The pictures of your mother and father sat on the floor, worn and stained but still recognizable if you knew them. You reached out with a weak hand and placed it on their faces, tears threatening to pour down your cheeks. But you refused them, they didn’t have a place here anymore. This home should be full of nothing but love and laughter, like it used to be. Instead of all this pain.

A noise from upstairs made you freeze. It sounded like someone trying to speak, but it was muffled. Jungkook. Your heart jumped to your throat. Perhaps he was up there. It wouldn’t be good to get caught up there, but in the worst case scenario, you had the high ground. Walking up the center stairs you felt the air shift around you. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it didn’t feel good either. Like something was waiting just around the corner for you.

Turning you saw your old bedroom door was shut. Trusting your gut you went forward. Your hand was on the doorknob when the room shifted again. Like people were coming up behind you. Turning, you saw no one. But you knew the moment you opened this door, something was going to happen. Turning the stiff knob in your hand you opened the pure white door that once led to your childhood room.

There Jungkook was lying on the floor in front of you, covered in wounds and his hands were tied behind his back. You couldn’t label the emotions you felt in that moment. Looking at him, you kept your senses on high alert, ready to attack if need be.

“Jungkook,” you shook him.

Nothing.

“Jungkook, wake up,” you whispered, shaking him harder.

A small cough came from the man, enough to tell you he was there. Lifting him off the floor you brought him into a sitting position. Jungkook’s eyes flew open as he looked around and saw you.

“Y/N, w-what are you-”

“It doesn’t matter, we have to go,” you said, trying to urge him up.

“But Y/N, why did you come for me?” he asked, looking you in the eye.

“Jungkook, I don’t have time for this, we need to get you out of here before they-”

“Well, lookit what the cat dragged in huh,” a deep voice from the corner called.

You were surprised you hadn’t smelled him, although with Jungkook’s scent everywhere, it was hard to smell much else.

“Let him go,” you demanded.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, little lady,” he warned, coming forward with a blade, pure silver no doubt. It wouldn’t kill you, but it would hurt like a bitch.

“You have no idea who I am,” you scoffed.

“Of course we do, former heir to the entire Kingdom. Heart of gold, won’t even feed off of humans. You see, we’ve been following you for a while. And we knew, after that kiss you shared with good ole Jungkook over here, you’d feel a responsibility to come and get him. A fight against you both would be difficult, so pull you apart and make for easier pickings for us,” he smirked.

“You don’t know what kind of trouble you’re in now,” you said, hands heating up with fire.

“I think you’ve underestimated us,” he smiles brightly.

“I know you’ve underestimated me,” you warned, throwing a whip of fire in his direction. He dodged it easily.

But that was just a warning shot.

This would be a battle of the mind, not of brawn.

Stepping to the side you threw a stream of fine pebbles out like bullets off the floor. One must have grazed him, cause you heard his breath intake spike for a moment. Either that, or you startled him. Then you smelt the blood. Better hit than you thought.

Jungkook was silent to your right, something you were appreciative of. You couldn’t get distracted right now. Too much at stake.

A knife came out of the dark, hitting the wood right beside your head. Another warning. Was Jungkook worth the trouble you were going to have to go through to get him out of this? You breathed deeply. Everyone was worth it. It didn’t matter their past, or their present, what mattered is you got them to their future.

Taking the knife from the wall, you marveled at it in your hand for a moment. “This is excellent craftsmanship. Where did you acquire such a knife?”

“Downstairs,” he answered smoothly.

“Of course it’s one of dad’s,” you said, throwing it square at his face. Hitting your mark dead on. He had no chance of winning the fight when he decided to do it in the dark. Your night vision was near perfect. If anything, you had more trouble seeing during the day.

Humans could see at night to an extent but not to the magnitude you could.

A small cough brought you out of your stupor.

“Jungkook!” you yelped, rushing over.

“I’m good, I’m fine,” he said. You examined him a little, noticing he was wearing vervain rope around his wrists. A part of you wanted to be smug and asked him how it felt to be captured, but the bigger part of you was more concerned about getting him out of here in one piece. He was hurt, pretty badly. You weren’t even sure he could walk. Vampires healed fast, but they needed blood to do so.

“Jungkook, where did they...?” you asked, looking for the wound that produced his blood that was all over the walls.

“My back,” he said, straining to stand up.

“Easy, I got you,” you said, helping him to his full height.

“Thanks Y/N, seriously. You didn’t have to come for me,” he said.

“I did, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I just left you for dead,” you answered.

“This isn’t over, they’re everywhere. Crawling around like insects ready to be squashed,” Jungkook hissed. You rolled your eyes and helped him get to the first landing before you heard scuffling behind you.

“Hold on,” you said, heading towards the sound.

Three more vampire hunters popped out, knives and other weapons at the ready. You hardened your stance and threw a punch, hitting the first one in the nose. Although this exposed your wrist for a slice from the second one. You hissed and pulled your hand back and looked at the wound. The blade was covered in vervain. It would slow your healing process. Thankfully the cut wasn’t deep.

Growling you brought your leg up and kicked the second one square in the chest, throwing him against the wall with a sharp crack. You glared at the third one, who came forward with another knife, although this one was larger. No doubt another from your father’s collection. Moving to the left you brought your arm to his throat, crushing his trachea beyond repair. You listened until his breathing stopped and you assessed the situation. Four down, several to go.

Up the stairs you heard a gasp. Turning quickly you saw Jungkook surrounded by four more vampire hunters. You huffed and ran up the stairs, tackling one to the ground before throwing a solid punch to the face. You punched again and heard his skull crack. Standing up you brought his body with you, shoving it at the man closest to the railing. They both went over, a sickening crunch being heard a second later.

“I’d hate to get my hands dirty any more, why don’t you just let us go?” you asked, tilting your head.

“We’d rather die than let vermin like you escape!”

“Well, unfortunately that wasn’t the right answer,” you mocked, picking up a dropped blade from the floor and throwing it square in one’s chest. He stumbled backwards, but he pulled the knife out with ease. Damn, he was wearing armor underneath his clothes. You should’ve known the extra bulk wasn’t muscle. But, you had other means of destroying them. Undoing your small pouch from your belt loop, water hit the floor.

“Think we’re afraid of a little water?” one asked, coming closer.

“You should be,” you warned, lifting your hand, causing the ice to freeze. With a flick of your wrist the icicles were flying through the air and landing their marks on each man’s throat. They both collapsed, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Jungkook looked at you in amazement.

“Each element... You can control them,” he whispered.

“Yes, I can, but let’s not focus on that right now. Let’s get out of here,” you urged, coming forward to wrap your arm around his waist, when a sharp pain erupted through your lower calf.

“Y/N!” Jungkook yelled.

“Fuck!” you screamed. Your knee hit the floor hard, as you looked behind you to see an arrow sticking out of your leg.

One woman was at the base of the stairs, smirking at you.

Oh big mistake.

Reaching backwards you ripped the arrow out of your calf, feeling the blood run down. But you didn’t pay attention to that. Feeling the dirt with your hand you brought it into the shape of an arrowhead. As quick as an actual bow you fired, drilling the woman in the skull with it. She fell to the floor, blood splattering across the back wall behind her.

“Bitch,” you spat, moving into a crouch to examine your leg. It was already starting to heal. The dumbass didn’t put any vervain on it; you were in the clear.

“Y/N are you alright?” Jungkook’s concerned voice came from the landing.

“Yeah, I’m fine. On my way,” you said, coming back towards him.

He looked a little worse for wear. His wound still hadn’t healed, they must’ve used a vervain weapon on him. He was pale. More so than usual, and he looked tired. Your heart ached slightly at the sight of him, so beaten down. He was strong enough to beat this, you knew it.

“You okay?” he asked, moving his hand down to your bloody leg. You nodded, already feeling the skin stitching itself back together.

“Yes, she didn’t put any vervain on the arrow, so I should be healed in a few minutes,” you said with a soft smile. He nodded. You moved to help him stand, taking a majority of his weight on your side.

“How many more do you think there are?” he asked, moving with you at a slow pace.

“I don’t know, once we get out of the house I can hunt them down one by one,” you smirked, ready to unleash your full potential.

“I don’t know whether to be scared or turned on at that,” he said, as if he were truly confused.

“Jungkook!” you admonished, rolling your eyes.

“What! I’m serious, that was super sexy Y/N!” he complained.

“Shh,” you said, turning and sniffing in the direction of the hallways.

“There are more that way,” Jungkook confirmed, you nodded.

“I can sense them, but it’s hard. I can smell vervain, those bastards are pulling out all the stops. It’s affecting me,” you complained, helping him through another doorway.

“Me too, I feel even weaker,” he agreed.

“I know, I’m the one hauling your ass,” you said, finding the door that would lead you out to the old gardens. “If we go out here it’ll be harder for them to find us, but it’ll also be closer quarters. Less places to run or hide.”

Jungkook stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek while he weighed the options. You couldn’t help the little rush that went through you at his serious expression. He was truly something else. But your heart was still holding on to the past...

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling his feet underneath him and trying to take a step forward on his own.

“Careful!” You yelped, looking at his bloody back.

“I’ll be alright, just need to find one of them to drink from,” he growled.

“Okay,” you said, trying not to think about that.

Going down the steps you and Jungkook shuffled through the roses and the hydrangeas that had long been overgrown and unkempt.

You remember running around them as a child with your nursemaid and family members. The stone paths once shone with the love and care of the groundskeeper, now they were covered in dirt, mold and moss, making your heart ache.

The look of the garden now made you wince. Your mother would be horrified if she could see it now. Although, this wasn’t the time to be thinking in the past.

Jungkook’s hand was still locked in yours, unwavering and anchoring you to the present as the past whirled around you in a dizzying spiral. Practically dragging you, Jungkook found a gazebo that was towards the middle of the gardens. He pulled you behind it, settling his tender back against the lattice. Wincing, he bit his tongue to keep himself from crying out. You looked over at him in concern, when he put his hand up to give you pause.

“There are three of them close, but the scent of vervain is still strong, they must have it on their person,” he deduced.

“That means they have it on their weapons. Which makes this ten times harder than it needs to be,” you huffed, looking up at the sky.

“Hey, we got this,” he assured you, patting your cheek with affection. Jungkook could feel his stomach clench when you smiled at him.

He could never give you over to Taehyung now. Knowing what he does and feeling the way he feels... He could die for disobeying a direct order from the King... But, the way you looked at him, the way your eyes held the same pain as his. Although, they still held so much hope. Something Jungkook didn’t realize he’d been looking for until he found it in your glowing orbs. Taehyung would never find you if he had anything to say about it.

“What?” You asked, wondering why Jungkook had taken to staring at you for the past minute.

He shot you a winning grin before shaking his head. “It’s nothing, let’s do this.”

Hearing a rustle come from the bushes you brought the earth forward, gripping the individual's feet and pulling them through the hedges and into the light. Jungkook growled at the sight of the person and launched himself forward. You kept them stable as you turned your head, not wanting to see what he did.

You heard the tendons and muscle tearing as Jungkook ripped them apart as he fed. The smell of blood in the air was almost enough to choke on. But soon, you heard the crumpling of fabric and Jungkook footsteps walking toward you.

He wiped his mouth and looked at you. There was no fear in your eyes, just determination. He took your hand and started down the pathway further, ears listening to every twig snap and rustle of leaves. Jungkook turned a corner and there were two vampire hunters standing there, ready for you.

Your heart stopped in your chest when you saw that there was a girl, who couldn’t be older than thirteen standing before you with hatred in her big brown eyes. Jungkook went to move forward when you stopped him.

“She’s just a kid,” you said, not wanting to hurt her.

“She’ll kill you without even thinking about it, Y/N, I know it’s awful, but she likely doesn’t have a family. Most vampire hunters are orphaned. Due to vampires,” he said, swallowing the distaste.

“Come here, vampire bitch! I’ll kill you!” The girl yelled, pulling out a poisoned blade. One good strike with that could put you or Jungkook out of commission for a while. Jungkook tensed, waiting for you.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, looking at her desperately.

“Yes I do,” she snarled before coming forward and trying to lodge her blade deep in your chest. Jungkook came forward and gripped her wrist, making the blade aim away from you. Jungkook huffed as he realized he wasn’t going to be strong enough to take them both. If you didn’t get your head in the game, it was over for the both of you...

“Y/N! We have to kill them!” He shouted, looking at you as your heart battled with your mind.

“I can’t kill her Jungkook, she's just doing what she thinks is right!” You cried.

The blade came at you again, you dodged it without much difficulty. But you could hear Jungkook, he was struggling to stay on his feet, even though he’d drained someone, the damage he sustained should’ve dropped him a while ago. You couldn’t waste too much more time. Jungkook tried taking the older gentleman, but it was a bad move. Jungkook took an elbow to the stomach and was shoved backwards. He fell and hit his back hard against the ground. Jungkook groaned in pain, not moving to get back up.

“Jungkook!” You yelped, moving to go help him. When a blade flew past your head. Turning slowly, you saw the girl glaring at you with unadulterated hatred. Jungkook was still on the ground, unmoving. He’d no doubt spent all of that energy he’d gotten from the person he drank from earlier. It was up to you now.

“Alright, I’m done playing games,” you said, glowering at the two of them.

“Finally a fight worthy of our time,” the older man said, coming forward.

“I want to kill her,” the little girl said, holding onto her blade with a ferocity not normally seen in younger kids.

Unless they had lost everything.

“You can strike the final blow, but I want some fun in the meantime,” he said, smiling.

You felt your skin crawl. This wasn’t the life for a younger kid. She deserved to be playing with her friends and being loved by her parents, not this. It was heartbreaking to see it play out this way, but right now... It was you against them. Vampires vs Humans.

And you weren’t going to lose.

Making a whip out of fire you looked at them harshly.

“You hurt my friend, then come to my house and dare to make a mockery of me. Mind you, I am the former Heir to this kingdom. Show some respect,” you smirked.

“Like we’d worship a whore like you,” the older man said, trying to strike a nerve.

“Ooh, so rude. But no matter, we’ll make quick work of this,” you confirmed, throwing the whip out and latching it to the other man’s arm. Pulling him forward you wrapped your arm around his throat and crushed his windpipe shortly thereafter. He gasped on the ground for a few moments before his eyes rolled back in his head and it went eerily silent.

“G-Grayson,” the younger girl said, looking at him with concern. She probably hadn’t seen many people die before. She may not have killed herself yet.

You could still save her.

“You don’t have to do this,” you reasoned.

“Y-You... You could’ve just snapped his neck, made it quick. But you made him suffocate. You really are monsters,” she said, shaking.

“We are, but you don’t have to become one yourself. This doesn’t have to be what you do, you can walk away,” you said.

“I can’t, your kind took everything from me. My mother, father and brother. I won’t rest until you’re exterminated. So we can rule ourselves in peace,” she snarled.

“Is that what you believe will happen? That the Vampiric Council won’t hunt you down and slaughter you. I know, I’ve been on the run for years from them. Trust me, I don’t like the current situation any more than you do. But I left my life behind because I had no choice. You have one, choose the road less traveled,” you encouraged.

Her stance wavered.

“They’ve raised me since I was eight. I owe them everything,” she said, soft.

“And they turned you into a killing machine,” you said. “There was only something in it for them. They robbed you of your childhood.”

With this phrase, her eyes changed. Flashing pure rage.

“You robbed me of my family, of my life. Any semblance of a childhood died when my family did. Don’t pretend that you’re trying to help me. We both know there’s only one of us walking away from this. And it’s going to be me,” she said, ice leaking into her tone.

“I’m sorry that your family is gone. Mine is too, taken from me from my own kind. If anyone can understand your hatred of vampires, it’s me. I’ve hated my kind for so long. Centuries, but it’s never gotten me anywhere. The only way to move forward is to accept your past and move towards your future. Your past is cemented, but your future is still being decided,” you pleaded.

But the hardened gaze she gave you, told you everything you needed to know.

She was beyond saving.

And you weren’t sure if you were gonna make it. You hadn’t fed in a long time, and there weren’t going to be animals around with enough blood to sustain yourself for a long time. And Jungkook needed you...

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, looking down before pushing yourself forward, taking the earth under her feet to secure her in place. She struggled for a few seconds before a realization came over her face.

“You’re really gonna kill me,” she whispered.

“I’m afraid we’re past that point,” you said, gripping her head and yanking her neck to the side so her flesh was revealed. Swallowing thickly, you bite into her yielding flesh and let the crimson liquid pour into your mouth. She struggled for a little bit, before it was too much and she started to collapse. You held onto her and drained her to the last drop.

The head rush started first.

The overwhelming sense of strength and power that you felt made you almost want to scream. It was too much. Being a purebred living off of animal blood was a joke, and you knew it. But you had forgotten how much you’d lost in your decades of living the way you had. It was almost startling.

Your senses came rushing in like a herd of antelope. Your sight, your hearing and smell all heightened to their original state. That’s when you heard Jungkook huff from behind you.

Rushing over you kneeled next to him. He hadn’t moved since the older man, Grayson, knocked him to the ground. Your heart did a little flip in your chest when you looked at him. Pulling him into your lap you brushed the hair away from his face. A small cough came from his lips and his eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning,” you smirked.

“Y/N?” He asked, looking at you with moderate confusion.

“Yeah?” You said, giving him a soft smile.

“Your eyes,” he said, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“What about them?” You asked.

“They’re... red,” he whispered.

“They’re, oh... Yeah,” you coughed. A sound from beyond the trees made your skin jump. They couldn’t have... Did they release it for their own gain? Not even your father had been able to tame that beast. You weren’t out of the woods yet. Jungkook noticed your distress.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

He must not have heard it.

“There’s something big in those woods. You need to feed, we don’t have long before it starts after us too,” you urged, helping him stand.

“What’s in those woods?” He asked, following you.

“It doesn’t matter as long as we don’t run into it,” you said, keeping it vague.

“Y/N, what is it?” He asked, looking towards the tree line with worry creasing his features.

“It’s a mountain troll. Father had captured it, thinking he could tame the damn thing. But he wound up losing more than he gained from it. I don’t know how it survived after the estate went to ruin but, I know what it is. And I know what it could do,” you warned.

“Okay, then what do we do?” He asked, following as you started off deeper into the gardens.

“Get out of here as fast as possible, we don’t want to fight that stupid thing. And you need to feed again, your wound is taking a lot of the blood to heal. You won’t be able to hold your own in a fight like this,” you said, turning a corner.

That’s when you froze. Jungkook saw you stop and mirrored your actions. Eight people were coming up behind you, and fast. Grabbing Jungkook’s hand, you hauled him in front of you, urging him to run. Not thinking much more the pair of you had taken off towards the large fields next to the estate.

If you could just get out past the river, you would be home free.

But, things rarely happened the way you wanted them to in your life.

A sharp burn echoed across your shoulder, causing you to stutter in your stride and fall. Jungkook was hanging onto you so tight that he wound up tumbling to the ground with you. The pair of you rolled a few feet before you wound up underneath him. Jungkook looked at you in confusion. But looking down at you, he could see the pain etching across your face.

“What happened?”

“Get up, we’ve gotta move,” you said, trying to push him up when your shoulder twinged in pain again.

“Y/N,” he said, helping you stand up.

But it was too late, they had caught up.

“Well well well, what a prize. A member of the elite Vampiric Council and then the former Princess of our kingdom. What a treat for us,” a girl at the front said.

She must be their leader. The head of this branch of hunters. They all had a main person who they answered to, but no one had been able to track down and find the head of the vampire hunters in the years they’d been around. They tend to make themselves fairly scarce, knowing a full on fight with the proper forces wouldn’t end well for them.

But here, against two vampires.

It hardly seemed fair.

You looked at each of them. They all hovered around the same height and build. They also were fairly young. They weren’t as young as the girl you’d met earlier, but they couldn’t be more than ten years older than her. Jungkook and you stared at the group, wondering what the hell you were going to do.

“You’re in trouble, your former highness,” she smirked.

“It’s nothing we can’t handle,” you said, keeping your face level.

“Bold statement, I expect a good fight. You have been trained in combat, it was expected when you were a child wasn’t it?” She asked.

She no doubt read your family's journals and papers that remained in the manor. So, her knowledge of your combat history and ability wasn’t that big of a shock. However, that did put you at a disadvantage. She could predict your moves before you made them, if she understood the fighting styles you used. They were older, so maybe she would struggle but, this wasn’t a good sign.

“It was, but, I’m no longer a child,” you said, taking a few steps forward when you felt the pull in your shoulder again. Reaching back you ripped a small dart from your flesh. Observing it, you sighed.

A vervain dart. Once injected, it could greatly decrease a vampire’s abilities. Hearing and taste would be dampened, reflexes and sight would be slowed, almost to that of a humans. But, that wasn’t for purebreds.

“This doesn’t have to be the way it is. We can stop, let us walk away,” you tried, even though it sounded ridiculous to your ears.

“Ever the diplomat. I guess old training dies hard, huh? Hilarious what we remember,” she sneered

“I’m giving you a chance, walk away,” you offered again. But the leader just chuckled, shaking her head.

“You can’t expect me to let you go, not after all of this. I’ve lost good people today, a good kid, thanks to you,” she pointed out.

“I gave her a chance,” you said. “Just like I’m giving you one now.”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” she growled. “Judy, Neil, take them out.”

Two people from the back came rushing forward. Jungkook tensed up, ready to fight, but you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t, let me take this one,” you demanded.

“And let you have all the fun? How could I?” You gave him a sharp look, squaring your shoulders.

“Don’t slow me down then,” you smirked.

The woman came after Jungkook, while you curved off towards the man. You heard the sicken snap of bone behind you and the woman crying out in pain.

Jungkook would be fine.

Shaking your head you moved towards the man. He stood with a strong stance, moving with a grace that was odd of a human. However, he was older, probably the oldest in the group here so he’d have time to train enough to get that kind of skill in battle. You moved in counter, keeping your steps level and in time with his. He struck first, throwing a dagger past your head.

That was a warning.

Although, you saw him favor his other shoulder after the power exerted to throw the dagger had gone through. You tilted your head and saw he favored his entire left side. Some old injury that was no doubt aggravated. You were still heavily impressed that he wasn’t obvious about it. And the way he carried himself just proved he was disciplined.

Placing your hand in the dirt you ran a line right to his left foot, locking it in place and watching as he tensed up. He was scared. Rightfully so, you were about to kill him.

Taking your hand in the dirt you twisted it sharply, causing the block of soil around the man’s foot to yank his whole leg to the side quickly. A wet snap echoed throughout the clearing and you watched as the man fell to the ground crying out his agony. You stood up and dusted off your hand. Jungkook’s mouth was red, the body of the woman he fought on the ground behind him.

The head woman seemed frustrated.

“Jackson, Ruby and Garrett, go,” she demanded.

The three peeled out from the group huddle.

You knew what she was doing now however. She was wearing you down and showing the ones who remained in her group how you fought. That way when they came at you towards the end they’d know how to take you down with ease. Gritting your teeth you tried to hold back when the woman came at you, tried to keep your powers dialed down, but that’s when the ground beneath your feet began to shake.

“What’s going on? Y/N!?” Jungkook’s alarmed voice came through the clearing.

“Jungkook run!” You cried, taking off towards him.

That’s when through the trees a large creature emerged.

Your breath stopped short at the sight of it.

The mountain troll had grown. Your father had captured it when it was younger, and it must’ve been quite young because you had no idea the creature could grow to this size. How it survived still amazed you. It also terrified you.

Jungkook moved to bolt towards the treeline when the troll started for the group of vampire hunters. The head woman started screaming orders, telling her people to hustle and get to higher ground. But she was sorely mistaken if she thought her and her group were going to make it out of this alive. The only reason you and Jungkook had a chance was because of your inhuman speed.

“It's distracted! GO!” you screamed, pushing him forward. Jungkook could hardly stand at this rate, but you two managed to haul your asses towards the river. It was the boundary for the estate, and if the charm was still on the fucking troll, it couldn’t cross the body of water.

However, the vampire hunters didn’t know that.

They started heading back towards the estate, hoping to get some cover. But, it was far too late for them. You and Jungkook heard the sounds of them being ripped apart. The screams...

But you had to keep moving. Because the second they were all dead, that thing would come after you two.

Finally, you made it to the river. Jungkook pushed himself through the water and landed in a heap on the other side. You did the same, but your pants caught on the rocks below the surface.

The cracking of tree branches alerted you. The troll was done with his appetizer and was coming for the full course meal. You were still in the river, he would be able to reach in and pull you out. The damned thing could get in the river, but he couldn’t get on the bank. Panic gripped your chest as you tried to pull on the fabric desperately.

You’d already spent your energy on fighting the whole day away. You wouldn’t be able to call a pebble to fight for you now if you wanted to. Jungkook was breathing harshly on the bank, looking at the sky.

“Jungkook!” you screamed.

His head popped up as he looked at you in bewilderment.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked, crawling closer.

“I can’t get out. I’m too weak, I’m stuck, pull me out!” you begged, reaching for him. Faster than you thought possible for him right now he was on his feet, wading back into the water and reaching for your hand.

“Don’t panic, I’ve got you,” he said, reaching into the water to untangle your pants.

“It’s not gonna work! Just pull!”

“If I pull you’ll just get more stuck!”

“Jungkook please hurry,” you begged.

“Easy, I’ve got you,” he whispered.

“If my hands weren’t shaking so bad I’d smack the shit out of you right now,” you growled.

“I can’t get you unstuck,” he breathed.

“What?”

“Take your pants off!”

“WHAT??”

“Y/N, take your pants off so I can haul your ass out of this fucking river before we’re ripped to pieces. Hurry!” Jungkook cried.

Desperately you undid the strings and threw your pants down to your ankles. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up, pulling you both through the water. With a heavy thud the pair of you landed in the wet dirt on the river bank, breaths stolen and minds racing.

Just as you managed to catch your breath you looked up to see the mountain troll, eyes glazed over and blood dripping from it’s overgrown teeth. You swallowed hard. You hoped to every living being out there that this damn thing wasn’t about to cross the river and eat you for dinner.

But, you watched as it reached for you across the bank. Your mind went blank as you saw it’s large hand reaching right for you and Jungkook. However, it howled in pain before it could reach all the way across. The bright blue glow of your father’s magic echoed around the river. You watched in amazement as the creature huffed in annoyance before heading back towards the estate.

Even centuries later...

Your father was still protecting you.

“Holy shit we’re alive!?” Jungkook cried from beside you. You turned to look at him and you nodded softly.

“Yeah, we’re alive,” you agreed. Jungkook whooped and hollered as he laid back down.

“Oh my fucking shit, I’ve never been that scared in my entire life,” he said, putting a hand over his face as he laughed.

You sighed and stood up, brushing the dirt of your very bare knees.

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice was a lot softer then. Like he was nervous.

“Yes?” you asked, looking at him. He slowly made his way to his feet, standing next to you.

“You saved my life,” he said, a gentle smile on his face.

“You saved mine too, I guess,” you said with a shrug. Slowly you held out your wrists. Jungkook looked down at you in confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Letting you cuff me. You saved me, I’ll go quietly. I promise,” you said, shaking your wrists towards him. Jungkook made a disgusted sound at the back of his throat before throwing the vervain cuffs on the ground and walking closer to you.

“If you think I’m taking you to the King after all of that then you’re truly insane,” he said.

“But what’ll happen if you don’t bring me back? What happens to you?” you asked.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” he said with a grave sense of finality.

“What if they kill you-”

“They won’t kill me Y/N, I’m a member of the Council for fuckssake, the King will probably just make me do some extra heavy lifting. I’ll be fine. And so will you,” he said, a sad smile on his face.

“You’re letting me go?” you asked for confirmation.

“I don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept you to be honest. You’re pretty difficult to catch if you haven’t noticed,” he chuckled.

“So... This is it then?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Yeah, this is it. No more escapades and near death experiences, at least... I hope.”

“We’ll probably never see each other again,” you whispered.

“No, we probably won’t,” he agreed.

“Well...”

It was then you felt two soft lips kiss your forehead gently.

“Be safe, Y/N. You’ll still be on the run, but I can try to throw them off you for as long as I can,” he said, pulling away from you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Don’t mention it. Like, seriously don’t mention it I’ll probably get in trouble if you do,” he laughed nervously.

“I won’t say a word, I promise,” you said, looking him straight in the eyes.

“I know,” he said, a soft smile gracing his saddened features.

“If you follow the trail west you’ll end up on an old trading route road. It’ll take you to the next city. I don’t know how traveled it is anymore, but you might have some luck finding a merchant who can take you,” you said, pointing in the direction.

“Thank you,” he said, turning to walk away, when your hand snapped out fast and grabbed his wrist. Jungkook looked back at you for a moment before you tugged him closer.

Sighing deeply you stared him in the eyes.

“If I don’t do this now, I know I’ll regret it,” you whispered, bringing your lips to his firmly. Jungkook reacted almost immediately, wrapping his hands around your waist. You pulled him even closer, folding yourself around him. You wanted to be closer, closer, closer still.

Jungkook didn’t seem to understand this as he pulled away.

“Y/N,” he breathed against your lips.

“Yes?”

“What do you want from me?” he asked, echoing himself from last night.

Was it really just last night he’d cried into you and he’d kissed you with so much passion? Was it really that fast? But, after the entirety of events that had transpired between your two, you knew that there was more than just a cocky bastard inside of Jungkook.

There was a genuine person there. Someone you wanted to get to know, even if you couldn’t be with him forever.

This would be enough.

“You. I want this, right now. Just us two,” you said, pleading softly.

“If we do this-”

“I loved someone before you know...”

“Huh?” Jungkook quiets beside you.

“I loved a human man, I loved him so much that it hurt. And when I lost him I promised I’d never love again. I promised I’d never let another person touch me the way he did. When I kissed you last night it’s the first kiss I’ve had in about two hundred years. But I realized that, if I continue to keep myself from happiness, then I’ll never have it again, due to not wanting it taken away. But isn’t it better to know it again before you lose everything” you laughed lightly.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you. If this is the last time I get to see you then I want to make it worth it,” you smirked. Jungkook bit his lip, as if he were really trying to make the right decision.

“As long as you’re sure,” he said, moving to capture your lips again.

You sighed into the contact, letting his lips engulf your own. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you once more, cradling your body close to his as if you were porcelain, like you would break if he moved you too fast. You didn’t mind it, honestly. To be treated with such care made your heart swell in your chest. You wanted to treat him gently too, make him feel just as good if not better.

Jungkook began to kiss your neck and shoulders, pecking the supple skin there, leaving marks of his own on your body. You felt his nips and careful bites, they made you shudder as your hands roamed his skin. He’d been through a lot today, so had you.

“J-Jungkook, are you sure about this? Are you going to be okay?” you asked, lifting his head from your neck so he’d look in your eyes.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” he beamed. “I want to please you, I want to feel you. Can I? Don’t think I’ve forgotten my genius plan of getting you half naked.”

“Shut up, before I make you,” you growled, shoving his shoulder.

Jungkook swallowed hard, bringing you into his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, looking at you with poorly hidden desire. “Making me so hard, fuck...”

Slowly you started pushing Jungkook back towards a tree. His back met the bark with a gentle thud before his eyes locked onto yours. You gave him a gentle smile before pushing his shirt up and running your hands across his stomach. Jungkook let out a shaky breath, looking down as your nails ran down his sensitive flesh.

“You’re so handsome Jungkook, big eyes and pouty lips. Want to kiss you senseless,” you smirked. You heard a strangled whine come from him.

“I want that. I want your mouth on me, everywhere,” he hissed when your fingers made contact with his nipples. “Fucking shit!”

“Ooh, you’re so responsive when I do that... Like when I touch your chest Jungkook? Want me to play with them?” you asked, thumbing the hardened nubs tortuously slow.

“Y-Yeah, so good baby,” he groaned, head falling back to hit the tree with a solid ‘thud’.

“Mmm, they got so hard,” you murmured, pulling his shirt up to reveal his chest to you fully.

“Please Y/N, please do something,” he begged, attempting to grind against you, earning himself a sharp tug on the nipple.

“Don’t be greedy, I’ll do what I want when I want to, understand?” you said, eyes turning dark.

“Yes... I-I understand,” he said, voice soft and pleading.

“What a good boy,” you praised, latching your soft mouth onto the skin of his chest. He sucked in a harsh breath at the contact, tightening his grip on your hips as he tried to keep himself under control. You could tell that he wasn’t used to being the one listening to commands during sex. He kept trying to jolt himself against you or get some kind of friction somewhere. But you didn’t want to be too mean to him, especially if this was the only time you’d get to do this.

Sadness filled your heart at the thought of only getting to do this the one time...

Jungkook’s whines pulled you from your stupor, making you look up at his pretty face, flushed as he bit down on his lip. With a dark grin you brought your other hand to his nipple, toying with it briefly before pinching it between your fingers. Jungkook cried out, hips bucking forward to search for you. You bit your lip, trying to keep the teasing smirk from your face.

Was this really the man that had teased and manhandled you?

You gave his chest one last teasing tug and trailed your hands lower until they were at the fasteners for his pants. Jungkook’s chest was heaving, looking up at the sky. Almost as if he were afraid to look down and see your beautiful crimson orbs looking back up at him.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, breath tickling his neck as you leaned forward. You saw him swallow hard before turning his chin down to look at you. A soft smile graced your features, you reached up and cradled his cheek gently. He leaned into your touch, cheek smushing slightly against your palm.

“Please,” he breathed, eyes closed like he was anticipating something.

“What do you want?” You asked, running your thumb across his puffy lower lip.

“I want to taste you,” he whimpered out, taking your thumb in his mouth and sucking on it longingly. You caught your reflexive moan in your throat. Jesus this man was going to be the death of you.

“Yeah? Get on your knees then,” you said. Jungkook practically fell to the ground before you. You chuckled, watching as he eagerly shuffled forward on his knees, collecting the dirt beneath him but you were both far from caring about appearances.

“Oh fuck, I can smell you from here,” he whined, wiggling while he knelt before you. Gently you pulled at the bands of your underwear, pushing and pulling it around. Jungkook was good, he didn’t move forward or make demands. He just watched, entranced as you teased him.

“Wanna taste? Huh? You’re like a good little puppy waiting for the treat, so cute. What a good puppy,” you said, reaching forward and grasping his hair in your hands, tugging on it to lift his chin so you could see his throat. “You want it?”

“Yesss,” he cried. “Want it so bad. I-I’ll be good for you, I promise. Just let me taste, I’ll make you cum I promise please.”

“Tell me what you’d do, if I let you have it,” you beamed, pulling the band of your underwear in such a way it made your mound more pronounced. Jungkook could see the stain of your wetness coming through the fabric.

“I-I’d start slow. I want to savor it, every last drop. Then I’d give that pretty clit some well deserved attention. Suck, lick and figure out how you like it. Tease your little hole with my tongue, b-but,” he swallows thick, like he’s trying to keep himself from drooling. “But I wouldn’t use my hands unless you said I could.”

You hummed at his obedience. “Mmm, good puppy. Such a good boy, you can come closer, give me a kiss,” you said, pulling him forward by his neck. Jungkook gave a soft cry before landing face first into your pussy. He inhaled deeply, before groaning in wanton desire. You felt his lips pucker up and give your soaked underwear a kiss.

“Mmm, please. Please say I can have it,” he begged, palming himself through his pants.

“Don’t touch yourself,” you growled. Jungkook froze in place but moved his hand away from his throbbing cock. “Good baby. How about you touch me instead,” you beamed. “Go ahead puppy, you can have it.” Slowly you pulled your underwear down, face leveling with his for a second. His eyes were glassy, and you were surprised he was already this desperate, but you were going to enjoy this either way.

“Thank you,” he gasped before attaching his mouth to your bare pussy. A shiver ran down his spine as he made fat licks up your slit, gathering all your slick on his tongue. Jungkook looked like he wanted to cry, but not in a bad way. Like, in a relieved way.

“Oh fuck, so good puppy. Keep going like that,” you encouraged, locking your fingers in his damp locks. You pushed him a little closer, forcing his mouth to connect with you fully. He grunted at the rough motion, but quickly preened at the feeling of your digits playing with his hair. He gripped your ass and encouraged you to move your hips against his face.

“Grind on me, please. I want to feel it,” he cried. You did as he asked, moving your hips across his beautiful face, watching as more and more of your liquid gathered on his lips and chin.

“Making me feel so good, puppy. Look at the mess you’re making. Eat nicely,” you tutted.

“But you taste so good,” he whimpered, moving his mouth against you more feverishly. You were breathing harder now. His tongue was running against your clit so directly it felt like your lower stomach was burning with pleasure.

“Fuck puppy, yes. Right there, just like that, so good baby. L-Lick it,” you moaned, head falling back slightly. But you didn’t want to take your eyes off of the gorgeous man pleasuring you. Jungkook was getting desperate it would seem, because the more you pulled on his hair, the tighter his hands gripped your ass.

“C-Can I put a finger in? Do you want me to?” he asked, licking his lips to sweep your flavor off of him and onto his greedy tongue.

“Just be gentle,” you warned, giving him a stern stare. Jungkook’s eyes became even more glossed over as he nodded slowly, acknowledging your order.

“Gonna make you cum so hard,” he almost growled into your cunt. But, just as you asked, he was gentle. Petting his fingers over your center carefully Jungkook seemed to be hyper focused on his goal. You sighed when he pushed his digit inside of you, making your aching pussy clench around the intruder.

“Ooh, puppy. So tight, so tight in my pussy huh?” you teased.

“Y-Yeah, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, pumping his finger slowly, watching as your hungry core sucked him right back in desperately.

“Mmf! Fuck,” you snarled, pushing your hips down to get more of the delicious feeling of him filling you. If this is how you reacted to a finger, Jungkook couldn’t wait to see how you reacted to his cock stuffing you to the brim.

“Can you take another one?” he asked, eyes all big and sparkly as they gazed at you.

“Yes baby, put in another one,” you demanded. Jungkook quickly took his pointer and middle finger and put them in his mouth to get them wet before sinking them inside you. You gasped, the distinct pull in your stomach making you wince slightly but after a few seconds it was gone, making you worried for when he did finally get his dick inside you but, that wouldn’t be until later...

“H-Holy shit you’re so fucking hot, so wet-” he mewled before attaching his lips to your clit once more, sucking harshly. A sharp rush of pleasure swept over you, making your knees shake slightly. Jungkook pulled you closer, so that one of your legs was going behind his back and resting on his shoulder.

“Mmm what a good puppy, making sure I don’t fall over because you’re fingering my pussy so good. Shit baby, keep going. Don’t stop, I’m close,” you breathed, feeling your walls starting to clamp down on his long digits.

“Let me have it. Cum on my face, I want to taste it. I’ll clean you up so good, I promise,” he cried, tonguing your clit with an urgency that was throwing you into the arms of your orgasm harshly. You gripped his hair so tight you heard him hiss but you couldn’t focus on much else as your body jerked above his so violently he had to hang onto your hip to keep you from tipping over.

Jungkook held onto your thigh as he pumped his fingers languidly, nosing at your sensitive clit with hesitancy. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he also was sucking your cum off his lips with such an earnestness that your stomach clenched, making him look at you with wonder.

Apparently Jungkook made the right call by holding your thigh, because a few moments later your knees went wobbly. He smiled at you brightly, running his hand up to your hip and lower stomach. You smoothed your hand over his hair, watching as he leaned into your touch. A softness took over your features as you got on your knees with him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his swollen lips to yours.

He curled his arms around your frame, hands settling on your waist. You kissed him like it was your only desire in this life, like if you broke apart for a second it would be too much to bear. He responded in kind, running his palms across your back and gripping your bare ass in his hands. You smiled against his mouth, giving a soft moan to egg him on. Jungkook connected your lips again, tracing his tongue along the seam of your mouth. You didn’t give him the access he asked for, making him whine against your lips and pull you further into his body.

However, this wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer, deeper and seeping into every ounce of you. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, your chest was tight with emotion. You pulled back gently, watching as Jungkook tried to follow your lips. A soft giggle came from you as his bright eyes peaked open, looking at you with curiosity.

“Are you alright?” he breathed, slightly airy.

“I’m okay, just thinking,” you said, before tightening your grip on his and tipping backwards so you’d fall on your back. Jungkook gave a little cry, catching himself on his forearms so that he didn’t crush you when he hit the ground. You opened your thighs and let him settle between them. Jungkook readjusted himself so that you weren’t uncomfortable.

“Are you sure you want to do this here? I don’t want you getting hurt,” he fretted, pushing stray twigs and rocks away from you.

“I can’t feel any of it. All I can feel is you,” you said, brushing a strand of his longer hair behind his ear. His eyes glimmered then, and you felt the air leave your lungs. He was looking at you like you were precious, something to be adored. Overwhelmed you tried to swallow down your stinging tears. Jungkook seemed to notice your distress, because he was placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” he said.

“I know, I know you are. Because you’re my good puppy aren’t you? Want your treat? Come get it,” you said, spreading your lower lips with your fingers, flashing your soaked insides to him. Reaching down, Jungkook didn’t have the patience to take his pants all the way off, so he just pushed them to his mid thigh. His cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, flushed red tip that was leaking an absurd amount of pre-cum. You wet your lips with your tongue, longing to stuff his cock in your mouth. But, he was already lining himself up with your sopping core.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“Yes, yes you can put it in Jungkook,” you said, using his name.

Jungkook nodded quickly before pushing in slowly. The stretch was hard, a strangled yelp left you as you tried to keep yourself from tensing up. Jungkook rubbed his thumbs into your hips, trying to ease the ache you were feeling. Carefully, Jungkook eased himself back out and pushed forward again, going a little deeper than before.

“S-Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, head slumping forward and resting on your chest. You smirked slightly, but ran your fingers through his hair gingerly. Jungkook kept giving little thrusts into your wet heat, gauging how much you could handle before finally you felt your hips connect and he was bottomed out inside of you.

“Oh fuck, puppy you’re so big,” you hiccuped. Jungkook wasn’t in a much better situation. His shoulders were tense and his head was hanging low. Placing your hand on his cheek, you made him look at you. His face was scrunched up and he looked like he could be in pain. But you knew it was probably just overwhelming for him. You had done quite a bit of teasing. However, that route wasn’t exactly over.

“Do you need a second?” he asked, suddenly serious.

“No, you can move. I want you to, fuck me hard,” you encouraged, running your hands down his stiff back and gripping his plump ass in your hands. Jungkook took your invitation and started moving inside of you at a swift pace. Nothing too fast, but enough to get your head feeling spinny. You gripped his ass tightly, keeping your moans quiet and soft. Jungkook, however, was extremely vocal.

“Fuck! So tight, so wet, holy shit,” he moaned, high pitched whimpers falling from his lips every time he surged forward into your soaking cunt.

“It’s all for you puppy,” you whispered. “So hard inside my tight little pussy. Oh! So good, fucking me so good.”

Jungkook gave a harsh thrust, one that moved you across the ground with the force behind it. A warped shriek came from your mouth, making you grab Jungkook’s ear and tug mercilessly. He gave a half garbled groan, before locking eyes with you.

“Ow! S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m so hard it hurts, I couldn't help myself when you feel so good,” he complained, reaching up to grab your wrist on the hand that was currently trying to remove his ear. You tugged again and felt a strong pulse in your core from Jungkook’s throbbing cock that was currently shoved inside of you.

“Ooh, does my puppy like a bit of pain with his pleasure? Want to play rough puppy?” you teased, letting his ear go while he continued to sink inside of you.

“Ssshit! Yes! I like it, I want more please!” he howled, hips stuttering in their rhythm slightly.

“More? Well, since you asked so nicely,” you said, reaching under his shirt and finding his sensitive nipples. You pinched one hard, causing him to sob out a moan. His hips got faster, almost plowing you into the dirt.

Jungkook’s eyes were on your face, watching as you felt the pleasure he was giving you. A devious grin took over your features.

“Wanna look puppy? Wanna see how my pussy is struggling to take your big dick? Look,” you said, pulling your lips apart. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body to look at your pussy swallowing his length with every push forward. He reached down and put his thumb right on your clit, swiveling his finger around the swollen bud, making you grip at his nipple harder than before. Jungkook keened into the air, wanting so desperately to keep watching the erotic scene before him but struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so hard,” he whimpered helplessly.

“No you’re not,” you warned, wrapping your legs around his ass and keeping him in place. Jungkook looked at you with confusion as you shoved your thumb inside his soft mouth. He suckled at your digit, wanton moans escaping as you clenched your walls around his sensitive member.

“Please let me cum,” he groaned around your finger.

“No, keep fucking me. Don’t you dare cum,” you said, a harsh tone leaking into your voice. Jungkook nodded before picking his pace back up. Truth be told, you had a devious plan that involved him cumming without permission. So, you started clenching again. Jungkook cried out again, trying to slow his thrusts down.

“D-Don’t do that, I’ll cum if you do that please,” he blubbered, already looking rather distraught.

“Feels so good when I do this, puppy. You don’t want me to feel good? Are you being a selfish little brat, huh puppy?” you asked, pinching his nipple ruthlessly.

“Want you to feel good too, I-I’m not selfish,” he defended, eyes swimming with unshed tears.

“Then you’ll keep fucking me until I cum,” you said, shifting your hips down to take him deeper. Jungkook swallowed hard as he kept going, his breath was hitting your face in sharp pants. You knew this was a little mean, but the fucked out look on his face was too good to deny.

Jungkook’s thrusts stayed even, but he kept up his pace. His face was pinched together, and you knew it was from both the pleasure and the pain of not cumming. You knew he wanted it.

“You know puppy, since you’re a vampire like me... If you came inside, you could get me pregnant. Did you know that? Even if you were turned, you can get a princess like me pregnant. Watch me walk around swollen with your babies, huh? Want to see me like that puppy? All because you were a naughty boy who couldn’t hold his load,” you teased, clamping down once more.

“Ah! S-Stop talking like that, I’ll really cum,” he warned, keeping his pace going.

“I don’t want you to pull out until I cum, such a big dick in my pussy. Are you gonna cum puppy? Even though I told you no? Even though you could get me pregnant? What a naughty puppy, bad boy Jungkookie,” you growled.

You could feel him throbbing inside of you, and you knew all he needed was a little push to cum. So you doubled down, pulling his nipple painfully and tightening your kegel muscles so hard you felt a strain in your side.

“No!” he yelped. But it was too late, Jungkook stiffened up and you felt the scalding heat of his release filling you up inside. His release triggered another orgasm to wash over you, it wasn’t nearly as intense as the last one he gave you, but it still made your mind go foggy. Watching him you decided to coax him through his intense orgasm, trying to be merciful at least in this instance. Jungkook was trembling in your hold, tears falling down his cheeks as he gasped trying to calm himself down.

“Shhh, Jungkook it’s okay,” you breathed, cradling him to your body. You placed gentle kisses on his face and neck, anywhere you could reach to reassure him it was okay. He was alright.

Finally Jungkook seemed to calm down enough to where you could talk to him.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum without permission,” he said, teary eyes and flushed cheeks greeting you as you gazed at his face.

“Mm, it’s okay puppy. You did well, made me feel so good,” you said, giving him a tired smile. Jungkook hissed as he pulled himself out of your battered core. He watched in his lust addled mind as his cum started seeping out of you. He frowned as he started to push it back inside when you swatted his hand away in sensitivity.

He popped his fingers in his mouth, causing another shudder of desire to course through you before pulling his pants up and laying his head on your stomach. You slowly ran your fingers through his hair, in an action that almost seemed to be routine at this point with how frequently you’ve done it today.

It was silent for a little while before Jungkook spoke up.

“Never really been a sub before, how did I do?” he asked, rubbing his thumb into the soft skin of your hip.

“Perfect, Jungkook. Are you okay? I was a little mean,” you said, wiping at the drying tears on his cheeks.

“Are you kidding? I’ve never cum that hard in my life. For a second I thought I was gonna die, but this is nice,” he said, cuddling into your belly.

“You big baby,” you teased, resting your head back. You looked up at the sky, smiling in the blissful atmosphere that had surrounded the two of you.

When everything shattered.

“JUNGKOOK!” you heard a high pitched male voice call out.

Jungkook’s head lifted from your stomach, looking around in the section of forest the pair of you were in.

“Who is that?”

“J-Jimin?” he said it more like it was a question.

“You mean one of your council members?” you asked, panic rising in your voice.

“Shit,” he growled, wrapping one hand around your waist protectively.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” you whispered.

“If I can just talk to him maybe-”

“Jungkook? There you are,” a soft male voice entered your area. Jungkook visibly tensed up at the sound, licking his lips and closing his eyes.

“Yes, I’m here Jimin,” he answered.

“Who’s the lovely lady who looks thoroughly ravishing if I do say so myself,” he smirked, leaning forward.

This Jimin was rather beautiful in his own right. Silvery hair that was parted to show his forehead. A high collared shirt and waistcoat adorned his lithe yet toned body. He was shorter than Jungkook, but he seemed far more intimidating. You tried to shimmy behind Jungkook, to try and at least keep a shred of dignity to yourself.

“She’s just a villager Jimin, I-I was having some fun,” he winced, trying to keep up his crass exterior.

“I’m sure you two were, but I hate to tell you Jungkookie... She’s much more than your average villager. She’s the woman I’m to bring back to the capital and stand on trial in front of the King,” he explained, no sympathy in his tone.

“Y-You?” you squeaked, looking at Jungkook with confusion.

“Mhm, the King grew impatient with Jungkook’s absence and sent me to retrieve him and you if you were still in the premises,” Jimin stated.

“Does the King think so little of me that he had to send you to come collect me like a child?” he asked, frustration painting into his voice.

You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to keep him level before he burst off the handle. Although, something told you this was their usual dynamic. Pushing and pulling, like brothers.

“It’s not about that Jungkook. Your power is good for tracking, mine is good for subduing. I’m here to bring her back, you were meant to find her. The King didn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to jump to the conclusions you are right now. You are good at what you do, so let me take over from here,” Jimin said, reaching out to grab you when Jungkook slapped his hand away, grabbing you and pulling you to his chest forcefully.

“No, you won’t touch her,” he snarled.

Jimin saw the intensity on the younger males face and sighed.

“Listen, I have to go and get vervain cuffs from the horses. It should take me ten minutes. And you both better be here when I get back,” Jimin warned, no malice in his voice. He stalked off, and you looked at Jungkook with fear written all over your features.

“You gotta go,” he said, helping you to your feet. You felt the stickiness on your thighs and cringed.

“I-I know but, I’m... Um,” you whispered. Jungkook nodded and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I wish that we didn’t have to say goodbye here. But, unfortunately that’s the case. I want to tell you I’ll come for you one day, but... We both know that can’t happen. We-We can’t happen,” he breathed regretfully. You nodded, feeling a heat rush up your cheeks. And you realized you were crying.

“I understand. I knew that,” you whispered, tears collecting on your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry,” he begged, wiping your tears with his thumbs desperately.

“I won’t be crying forever, just let me feel sad right now,” you pleaded, leaning forward and kissing him softly. Jungkook reciprocated lazily, moving his mouth against yours so tentatively that you could barely feel the pressure.

“Okay,” he breathed, pulling away. “Go.”

You nodded, heading towards the woods when Jungkook grabbed your waist and wrapped his jacket around your waist. “Get some clothes as soon as you can, I don’t want you getting cold.”

“Jungkook,” you said, looking into his eyes.

“Don’t come looking for me. If they find you, I-I don’t know what they’ll do to you,” he said, swallowing hard.

“I won’t forget you,” you sighed, gripping his wrist tightly.

“You should.”

--

You were so fucked...

Well, you had gotten fucked and that’s how you landed in the situation you were in now...

Pregnant.

The healer of the small village you had been hiding in for a few months confirmed it. Vampire pregnancies were a little longer than human ones, lasting around 14-15 months, so you were hardly showing at the mere 3 months you were.

What should you do? The village was already hesitant because you were a vampire. And now you were an unmarried pregnant vampire to top it all off. You couldn’t get rid of the child, that wasn’t an option in your mind. You were already so in love with the small being in your womb it was ridiculous.

But, a part of you had always wanted to be a mother...

To have a family of your own.

But what about Jungkook? Surely he’d want to know what was going on, didn’t he have the right to know? Even if it put you in danger?

You and your unborn child?

But, maybe there was a chance... A chance that the King would show you and Jungkook mercy. Even if you were the former heir to the kingdom... If there was a chance at a happy life, with you baby and Jungkook... Did you want that? Shouldn’t you try?

That’s how you wound up in the capital. The bustling city was so different from how you remember it centuries ago. Several new buildings, carriages and people moving around like fish in a pond. All working together but never touching. Never coinciding with one another. How strange to think that this could’ve been your life had you fought for your crown...

Shaking your head you started to walk, in search of the new palace.

Admittedly, it wasn’t too terribly hard to find.

Right in the center of the city it stood proud and tall, white and sandy marble sculpted together to make an ornate display of the architecture of the time. You watched as it was standing high above the city, causing a lump to swell in your throat.

How things had changed...

Approaching the palace was different than you had imagined. You had thought you could just go up and request a meeting with Jungkook. This theory had been proven wrong fairly quickly. The moment you got close to the gates, a guard looked at you like you were insane.

“Miss, please step away from the palace gates,” he commanded in a loud voice.

“I need to speak with, uh, Jeon Jungkook? I have something I need to tell him,” you swallowed hard, hand subconsciously going to your stomach.

The guard scoffed, rolling his eyes and straightening his back. “A man with such a high ranking on the council would not have any kind of talk to be had with you. Head home, you’re not welcome here,” he warned.

“But if I could just speak with him for a minute,” you started, trying to get them to understand it wouldn’t take long at all.

However, they weren’t having any of it.

“Miss, if you don’t leave the premises, I’m afraid I will have to remove you by force,” he said, hand resting on his sword. You sighed and nodded your head.

“I apologize for the disturbance, I’ll be on my way,” you said, turning your back. Not before you caught their feet in the solid stone underneath them and locked them in place.

“Hey!” they yelled in frustration as you walked past them and towards the palace.

“I’ll come and let you out when I’m done! It won’t be but a few minutes,” you said, making your way towards the entrance.

When you finally made it inside, you were astounded at the decor in the palace. It was all purple and silver, a gorgeous combination in your mind. But, now wasn’t the time to get hung up on interior design. You had a puppy to find.

You inhaled deeply, trying to find the scent that was inherently Jungkook.

However, just as you were turning the corner, you slammed head first into a firm chest. You fell backwards and landed on your ass, wincing as you tried to keep your head from going spinny. You looked up and almost screamed.

There.

Was King Kim Taehyung, and he looked like he’d found the catch of the day.

“My my my, Miss Y/N, what a pleasure to find you in my palace... What can I do for you?” he asked, leaning forward with a devious smirk on his face.

“I-I need, um... I was just, um-”

“Guards! Gather the rest of the council members, we’re having an immediate trial,” Taehyung’s voice carried through the halls. Faster than you could think, arms were on you. You were hauled to your feet, and starting to be dragged down the hallway.

“No! Please, just listen it’s really important that I talk to-”

“Save your pleading for the jury.”

--

Kneeling on the floor in front of the King was moderately humiliating for former royalty. But, such was life at this point. A door at the end of the room opened and shut, causing you to lift your head and look as two more lithe frames made their way up to the chairs at the back of the room.

“Your Majesty,” one said.

“Namjoon,” Taehyung acknowledged.

“Majesty,” the other said, bowing slightly.

“Yoongi,” Taehyung nodded. “Take your seats, both of you.”

A few moments later, three more men entered the space, making your chest feel tighter.

“Ah, Hoseok, Jimin, Jin, good to see you all made it so timely,” Taehyung grinned, crossing his legs and leaning back in his throne.

“Yes your majesty, we heard it was of the utmost importance,” the one named Hoseok said.

“Where is Jungkook?” Taehyung asked, looking at the group and noticing the unknown man of the hour was missing.

“He’ll be here shortly, there was a bit of a commotion outside that he’s trying to quell. No doubt it’s due to this one's appearance,” Jin said, gesturing in your direction. The vervain cuffs made your wrists ache. But you tried to stay as still as possible, wriggling only made it hurt worse.

The anxiety was biting up your throat as the men towards the front started conversing as if you weren’t even there. Like this was an average Thursday afternoon to them. But the panic in your veins was heavy as you waited to hear the door open once more.

And you didn’t have to stew much longer, because soon the cursed entrance opened, bringing Jungkook into the light of the room. His hair was longer, and you noticed he looked more tired. But, you tried not to get worried.

However, the sheer panic written on his face when he saw you kneeling on the floor was hard to ignore. It was so hard not to burst into tears when you saw him again for the first time in months. If only you could’ve gotten him alone, but of course you had to run head first into the fucking King.

But, as calmly as he could he sat down.

Taehyung nodded and stood up.

“Gentleman, I have gathered the jury today to bring to trial the former heir to our kingdom. Miss Y/N Y/L/N. She is a traitor to our parliament and has been purposefully avoiding us for years. The last in a poisoned line if you will. Now, we can do one of two things. Execute her, and end the Y/L/N line for good. Or, we can let her go... And perhaps let the people rip her to shreds for us,” Taehyung smirked.

Jungkook looked about ready to jump out of his skin and pummel the King.

“Kill her,” Jin said, sighing and looking at his nails with disinterest. “Honestly I don’t know why you called us here for this.”

“Because she is still a citizen of this kingdom so she gets due trial,” Taehyung shrugged.

“Execution,” Yoongi said.

“Execute her,” Namjoon announced.

“W-Wait! Please, at least let me speak for a second!” you begged. Taehyung sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Fine fine, what do you want to say?” he asked, lifting his eyes to yours. A sharp and overwhelming sense of pain came over you causing you to fall to your side, hands cramping to the point you thought the vervain cuffs would break. Jungkook apparently couldn’t take it anymore. Watching as you sobbed in agony, he flew from his seat and tried to move you out of Taehyung’s line of sight. The male was frantic, trying to quiet your sobs while stifling his own.

“P-Please stop!” Jungkook yelled, looking at his King with sheer desperation on his face. Taehyung seemed to hear him, because the relief you felt was instant. Chest heaving you were staring at the ceiling, watching as it all started to spiral. Jungkook collapsed to his knees and tried to control himself, but the sight of you cuffed and struggling on the floor was too painful for him. Carefully, he pulled you into his arms, brushing the hair out of your face. Wearily, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Have to tell you something,” you whispered, lifting your head to look at Jungkook with an unwavering expression.

“What? What is it Y/N?”

Slowly, you looked down to your stomach. “I-I’m pregnant,” you breathed. Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“You’re certain?” he asked, leveling his gaze to yours.

“Yes, it was confirmed,” you said, biting your lip.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he whispered,

“Don’t be, I’m not,” you said, giving a gentle smile. You heard someone clearing their throats behind you. The man named Yoongi stood up, looking at the pair of you with muted interest.

“Jungkook? What is the meaning of this?” he asked.

“S-She, we... Uh. Well,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I believe I heard the word pregnant,” Hoseok said, a smirk crossing his features.

“I am,” you said, trying to straighten yourself up but that round of pain really took a lot out of you. Damned king.

“And you claim the father to be Jungkook here?” Namjoon asked, raising a brow at his younger subordinate.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Yoongi, give her the test please,” Taehyung ordered.

Slowly, Yoongi walked down the steps and towards you and Jungkook. Your chest tightened as you tried to calm yourself down. Jungkook gripped you tighter, pushing himself towards his friend with a fearful but intense look on his face.

“Easy Jungkook, you know the test only makes them tell the truth,” Yoongi said.

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered to him, trying to comfort him without being able to use your hands. “Give me whatever test you want.”

Yoongi nodded before blinking and you watched as his eyes turned a bright white color. “From this moment on, you will tell the truth, and nothing but the truth,” his deep voice commanded. Limply, you nodded.

“Are you pregnant?”

“Yes,” you answered. You were shocked at how fast the answer came from your mouth. It’s like you weren’t in control of your words.

“How far along are you?”

“Three months,” you answered again, almost in an almost monotone voice.

“Is the father of your child Jeon Jungkook of this vampiric council?” he asked, never breaking his stare with you.

“Yes, he is,” you said. Jungkook placed his chin on your head, hands visibly shaking against your body.

“King Taehyung, are there any other questions you’d like to ask,” Yoongi said, keeping his eyes boring into yours.

“Ask her if she intentionally had sex with Jungkook to get pregnant,” Taehyung said flippantly. You could tell Jungkook wanted to argue, but kept himself quiet.

“Did you intentionally have sex with Jungkook in order to procure a child?” Yoongi questioned.

“No, I didn’t,” you said.

“Alright Yoongi, I’ve heard enough,” Taehyung says, rubbing the bridge of his nose in apparent frustration. Yoongi blinked a few times before his eyes returned to their normal crimson and you slumped against Jungkook again, mind swirling.

“At your will, your majesty,” Yoongi said, walking back towards his chair.

“So, miss Y/N, you just so happened to come to the capital. After knowing there was a man hunt for you. After knowing that you are a known traitor to this kingdom. What do you expect me to do? Hmm? What would you do if you were in my position? Why don’t you let all those years of diplomatic training aid you in your answer,” Taehyung said, resting his hand on his palm.

“Your majesty, please, this isn’t fair,” Jungkook said, looking physically upset.

“Fair has nothing to do with this Jungkook. Don’t put your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Taehyung warned sharply.

“She’s the mother of my child and I don’t belong in this conversation?!” Jungkook screeched.

“Jungkook, you will not speak out of turn again. Remember, you have committed treason by fraternizing with a fugitive of the kingdom,” Taehyung growled. “Her head isn’t the only one in danger right now. You’ll do well to remember that.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes, your majesty.”

“I believe this situation has called for another word from the jury. Do we kill the traitor, or set her free?” Taehyung asked.

Namjoon spoke first.

“Since she is pregnant, I think we should let her go. We’ll make her swear fealty to the crown and send her on her merry way. She cannot have contact with Jungkook or any of us and we’ll act like she doesn’t exist,” Namjoon reasoned.

“I say kill her,” Yoongi declared. “Especially since she’s pregnant. A new line of heirs from the former princess of the kingdom? That certainly doesn’t bode well for us,” Yoongi said, shrugging.

“I agree with Yoongi,” Hoseok said, looking at you and Jungkook on the floor.

“I second Namjoon’s idea, we aren’t ruthless killers. The child hasn’t committed any crime,” Jimin said.

“But if word gets out that Jungkook was fraternizing with a fugitive, and she got pregnant as a result and we let it go? What would that say about us? And how we control the masses, the riots could be uncontainable and far more than one pregnant woman would die,” Jin said.

“Please,” Jungkook cried. “Please don’t do this. I’m begging. I’ll do whatever you want just don’t kill her! Have mercy.”

You could feel the tears soaking into his shirt from your face. You knew this was a risk when you came here, but you hoped that they were blood thirsty killers desperate for power. You prayed that wasn't who was running your kingdom now. Your fears seemed to be recognized, however. As Taehyung sighed and stood up.

“It’s three to three right now and I have the deciding vote,” Taehyung said. Slowly, the monstrous man walked down the stairs to look at you. Jungkook was hiding his face in your hair and trembling. You wanted to comfort him, tell him it would be okay. But, there was little comfort you could bring him now.

You were going to die.

“Miss Y/N, I hope you know that this isn’t personal. I’m merely trying to find a means to an end. I don’t wish for you to suffer, this won’t be an agonizing process, I promise,” Jungkook sobbed at his words.

“You’re truly heartless, you know nothing of family. Of love. If you did you couldn’t do this to someone else,” you growled.

“You’re wrong. My wife has given me a family, she has shown me love. I am fortunate to have a woman like her, but this is something higher than both of us I’m afraid. Now, the jury has voted. Guards, please take her to the yard and execute her-”

“Tae!” A loud cry came from the other side of the room, the door flung open and a beautiful woman appeared on the other side.

You saw the sheer joy on Taehyung’s face as he walked towards her. Lucky bastard.

“My darling!” he cried, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her head.

“I’ve come home early,” she announces, smiling at the council who all appeared to be in a stunned silence.

“Yes, I am just finishing up here,” he said. Quickly Taehyung’s face changed. “Um, why don’t you head upstairs I’ll be with you and the children momentarily-”

“Tae, who is that? And why is Jungkook crying?!” her voice carried, sounding moderately concerned.

“N-No one my love, it’s just uh... Um, well,” he squeaked.

“Jungkookie, sweetheart, what's wrong?” the queen asked, coming over and kneeling beside the two of you.

“S-She’s pregnant with my child and-and his majesty just ordered her execution,” Jungkook whimpered, cradling your head.

“Oh... Did he...?” the queen growled low. Taehyung visibly paled across the room.

“Taehyung, darling? Is this true?” she asked, not turning towards her husband but moving to uncuff your hands from behind your back.

“S-She’s the former princess of the kingdom. She’s a Y/L/N,” he said.

“And?” she questioned, like that was a trivial matter in her mind. Finally, your hands were unbound and you brought them to the front, rubbing them in relief.

“My dear, I know how this must look-”

“If I remember correctly, the Y/L/N’s were all murdered. By you. When you took power. The daughter escaped and hasn’t been an issue in the centuries you’ve been ruling. Why is it suddenly a problem now?” the queen asked.

“My love, if word gets out about the old regime having a prolific heir, there could be riots! Uprising and upheaval in the people. We’ve spent so long trying to culminate a culture of peace, but old enemies die hard,” he said.

“Taehyung, is she here asking for the kingdom? Is she here because she wants to be the ruler?” she asked, standing up.

“I-I don’t believe so,” he said.

“Then why would she come here? Did you even ask?” she questioned him.

“I-I was going to but the trial-”

“Wasn’t a fair one if you didn’t even ask her what she wanted. Miss Y/N, what is it that you came here for? What purpose?” the queen asked.

“I-I just wanted to tell Jungkook I was pregnant. I wanted him to know in case... In case he wanted to-to be with me and help raise the child. I don’t want the kingdom, I don’t want to rule. I haven’t for a long while,” you said, looking to Jungkook who was still severely emotional.

“Y/N,” he croaked, resting his forehead on yours.

“So, you simply wanted to tell Jungkook about his child? I don’t remember that being a crime Taehyung,” she said, raising a brow in his direction.

“Love, this isn’t as black and white as it seems, there’s several years of tension and underlying problems here. It’s not so easily forgiven,” Taehyung said.

“It is. You’re deciding that the past can’t stay there. You are the one opening up wounds that have long scarred over and healed. It’s like cutting yourself all over again. There is no reason behind this, no purpose. And I won’t stand for it. The man I love, the father of our children, wouldn't do this. You wouldn’t do this,” the queen said, looking at him with unwavering strength. “Would you take fatherhood away from your friend so easily? After you know how much joy it has brought you? Our little Hana and Yeonjun?”

Taehyung was conflicted, it appeared.

“You know, your majesty. We could solve this problem,” Jin spoke up, like he’d been thinking for a few moments.

“How, Jin?” Taehyung asked, thoroughly reprimanded.

“Have them get married. Show that she’s a member of our council and that she is supportive of you. Have her publicly renounce the throne,” Jin suggested, shrugging in his chair. “No one dies and we get a former diplomat as an ally.”

“Now that you mention it, she must be incredible at strategy,” Yoongi muttered. “Especially if she evaded us for so long.”

“And Hana and Yeonjun could have a friend once their child is born!” the queen yelled, excited.

“S-So Jungkook and I could be married and-and we can keep the baby?” you questioned, voice small.

“Of course! That’s exactly what we’re suggesting!” the queen agrees, spinning around.

“I never said-”

“Kim Taehyung, you will agree to these terms,” the queen growled. “Or you will be executing me as well.” The king gawked at his wife.

“I-I will see to it the arrangements are made,” he breathed, swallowing down a visible lump in his throat.

Jungkook’s tears started coming all over again, but this time not out of fear or sadness, but sure elation.

“Oh Y/N,” he weeped, bringing you into his lap fully.

“Jungkook it’s okay, we’re okay,” you breathed, kissing him gently.

Jungkook boldly wrapped his arms around you and kissed you harder. A surprised squeal came from you, but you didn’t care. You clung to him, a life line you didn't know you needed until everything was almost taken from you.

“I-I’m so happy,” he breathed.

“Oh yeah, almost dying and a pregnancy announcement has made for a rather fun day,” you teased. He scoffed and kissed you again.

“I’m serious. I’m so happy I could burst right now,” he said, resting his head in the hollow of your throat.

“Well, you bursting is kinda what got us in this position,” you giggled. Jungkook gave you a pout that had you placing another soft kiss on his lips. “I’m happy too.”

While the fellow members of the council walked over to you and Jungkook, moving to help the pair of you get up and introduce themselves.

The queen walked over to her husband, not making eye contact.

“I’m disappointed in you,” she breathed.

“I’m the king, sometimes I have to make decisions I don’t like,” he said, looking at the floor.

“No, you’re still a man. You chose to make the wrong decision because it was easier. You’re better than that, Taehyung. At least, I thought you were.”

“So did I.”

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Terrors of the Maison

BTS x Dreamcatcher

Chapter 1

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𓂋 maison (noun): French for house.

𓂋 pairings: vampire! BTS x witch! Dreamcatcher

𓂋 summary: One friend group composed of seven boys and seven girls have decided to go and try to give the infamous haunted mansion on the outskirts of Seoul a visit to see for themselves what the mansion and the said entities that lurks in the dark corners have that keeps the weak out and the brave never looking back. Only, it seems that a dark entity has decided to play with them.

𓂋 genre: mystery, horror, fantasy, some fluff, sorry attempt of angst, a little bit of comedy here and there

𓂋 warnings: none that I can think of... for now (every chapter will contain individual warnings)

If you ask her and just about everyone in the world, Minji is fairly certain that they share the same sentiments about Monday mornings—that it's one of the most dreaded parts of the day. Don't get her wrong, she will always be grateful for the blessing of being able to wake up and live for another day to see her family and friends but there's just something about Monday mornings that flicks her nerves in a not so good way. Fortunately, despite it being Monday, it is also the last day of the school year so this will be the last time she will be waking up early and dreading about the upcoming week full of lessons and training making her let out a relieved sigh. Pressing the snooze button of her trusted alarm clock perched on her pink bedside table, she sat up in bed, lightly rubbing her eyes still quite drowsy from sleep before getting up and heading to her en suite bathroom to take a quick warm shower.

After her shower, she immediately went to her walk in closet and wore her school uniform which consist of a plain white blouse, royal blue blazer with the logo of their school on the left chest and a necktie of the same color for the top paired with some plaid royal blue skirt which stops a few inches above her knees, some knee-length white socks and a pair of combat boots.

Walking towards her vanity table where her numerous beauty products are kept neatly lined up, she begins applying on her makeup. Deciding to settle for a simple but bold look with a thin layer of foundation, concealer, a dark layer of eyeliner and some neutral toned lipstick.

Looking at the clock hung on the wall after placing her empty breakfast plate on the sink and Minji realizes that she has about an hour left before class starts. After a while, she decides to leave early since it is the last day of the school year and she vaguely remembers their friend, Gahyeon, asking her and the others to come early as she has something exciting to share.

Upon arriving at their school, Minji immediately spotted her friends:  Bora, Siyeon, Handong, and Yubin huddled near the entrance, laughing among themselves with the other students walking and goofing around with their friends. Walking towards them, Minji was able to hear a snippet of their conversation—something about what one of their professors said during class.

"Good morning, where are the others?" Minji smiled hugging each one of them, giggling when Bora squeezes her lightly and starts shaking her.

"Jin dragged Yoohyeon to the cafeteria, something about Yoohyeon accidentally sleeping in so they weren't able to properly eat breakfast. The other boys, I don't know they must be around here somewhere being a bunch of boys as usual and we haven't seen Gahyeon yet, must be running late." Handong shrugged as Bora pulled away from Minji but still clung to her arm. Minji gave a small nod and was about to say something when they heard shouting from behind them. (A/N: Just imagine the boys' uniform to be similar to their uniforms on RUN BTS ep. 112)

Turning towards the noise, they saw the youngest member of their friend group running towards them with the others behind her. Minji immediately put a foot behind her when the youngest threw herself at her as to prevent them both from falling over backwards.

" Are you okay?" Bora laughed watching as the youngest pant while leaning her body against Minji to which the girl just nod her head still trying to catch her breath as the others greets them.

" Good, we're all here. So, do you guys remember that one abandoned mansion about 5 or 6 kilometers from here? The one that's rumored to be haunted? I thought that since we won't be doing much this summer, I thought why not try to visit and explore haunted places, starting from that mansion as part of our summer adventure. I mean, Jin and Yoohyeon unnie doesn't have to fly to the U.K this summer and Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, and Taehyung have no plans to travel home, so as Handong unnie so we're all just gonna be here this summer so why not, right?" Gahyeon grinned after a while as she looks at her friends, eyes bright with anticipation.

" So you basically want us to play ghost busters this summer?" Yoohyeon questions as she munches from the small packet of cookies that belongs to Jungkook in one hand while holding a cup of what seems to be iced latte on another.

" Well... not really since we're not really gonna be catching ghosts, more of like explorers. We'll enter the mansion, look around, try to see if there really are ghosts in the mansion, record what happens inside, see if we can find anything then leave." Everyone looks at each other in uncertainty at the maknae's words.

" And IF we catch something in the recording, what are you planning to do?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow, somehow not liking where the conversation is going.

" Well.... I was thinking that we could go back and try to communicate with them." Gahyeon smiled sheepishly, head tilted to the side making the others groan and roll their eyes at her words.

" You just said we're not going to be playing ghost busters." Siyeon deadpans making Gahyeon pout at her.

" We're not, we're just gonna be testing out our abilities." If you're wondering, Minji and her friends are all creatures of the night—creatures that will most likely either give children and adults alike nightmares or fascinate them.

Minji and her six other female friends were born and raised as witches while their male friends are born vampires. Contrary to popular belief, vampire couples can actually conceive. Based from folktales, one good explanation for that is that centuries ago, the Great Elders or the ones who holds the highest power in any coven made a deal with the divine ancestors of the magic manipulators, blessing them with a spell enabling chosen female vampires to conceive in exchange for their sworn words of not ever raising rebellion against the human world thus resulting to how the world is now—powerful mythical creatures living alongside blissfully unaware humans.

" Are we even allowed to do that? Are we even allowed to enter the property? I don't wanna get expelled nor go to jail for trespassing, Gahyeon." Hoseok looks at Gahyeon while the young one, thinking she's finally gonna have someone on her side, nods her head in excitement.

"Don't worry, the place is completely abandoned and the people who already went there to explore the mansion themselves have said that no one even guards or takes care of the property so the owners must've already completely abandoned the mansion."

" Who wouldn't, with all the rumors about the ghosts and other horror stories that circulates that mansion, I bet the owners doesn't have any plans to even renovate the place anymore, no one would want to buy more so stay there." Yoongi scoffed as he leans his body against Handong who seems unbothered by the man's weight.

" And that's what makes it more exciting. Please, let's go there this summer. Minji unnie, tell them we'll go this summer." Gahyeon turned towards the eldest female in their group pouting at her while the woman only looked at her, scratching her nape in uncertainty.

"You know I can't do that. I can't decide for them but we'll think about it, okay?" Minji smiled to appease the youngest as Gahyeon blew a raspberry before nodding her head lightly, deciding to let the topic drop for now.

"Okay, that's enough chitchat, we're gonna be late for class. I don't want to get an earful early in the morning and on the last day of class." Jin clapped his hand indicating that they start walking to class, laying his hand on Minji's lower back to usher her towards the entrance as the others follows behind.

After their classes, the group has decided to go at their usual hangout place—a small secluded cafe that's on the suburbs of Seoul that's closest to the school, they have been going to the said cafe for so long already that the staff already memorized their usual orders. After the boys collected their orders they went to where the girls are already seated, a table on the corner of the cafe where only a few people usually sits, giving them the right amount of privacy they need.

"You guys should really think about my offer though. Just think about it, we'll finally know if the infamous mansion really is haunted just like how many people claim it to be. Besides, it will be a fun experience, we'll all be there." Gahyeon started as Hoseok lets out an exasperated sigh not liking the mere idea of haunted houses.

" And if it really is haunted? What will happen to us while inside? I don't wanna have a heart attack and pass away in the middle of a haunted house, Gahyeon." Hoseok deadpans while the rest chuckles at his words.

" Oh come on, don't be such a wimp. Technically, you're already dead and immortal so you can't die for a second time also we've tried countless horror houses before and look at you, you're still here kicking." Rolling her eyes, Gahyeon turns to her right, looking expectantly at Jin who's sitting at the end of the long table, casually sipping from his cup of coffee causing him to choke and fumble over his words at the sudden attention.

"Jin, convince them. Tell them it'll be fun!"

"Gahyeon, you know I can't do that. We can't force people to go and do things that they don't wanna do. Besides, I strongly believe that that is a very bad idea, and it's especially risky for me.  I don't want any ghost to fall in love with me after seeing my handsome face then follow me home, I'm worldwide handsome, you know?" Everyone looks at Jin, some letting out a small scoff as he bursts into his famous windshield wiper laugh while the others could just shake their head at the eldest male.

"If you don't wanna go then fine, I'll go alone but if I find evidence of ghosts really lurking on that mansion and I become famous for that discovery don't say I didn't invite you." Gahyeon trains her face to look sad while she turns to look down on her food as silence envelopes the table as the others turns to look at each other, uncertainty in their eyes before they all just shrugged deciding to let the issue drop and turned to their food, making jokes here and there.

" Yoohyeon unnie~" Turning towards the girl who's sitting on Jin's right. Gahyeon, after a short while of waiting for the others to agree to come with her, looks at the tallest female with a pout making the said girl shut her eyes tight and let out a sigh in defeat.

"Alright, I'll go with you." Everyone turns to look at Yoohyeon in incredulous as Gahyeon burst into a bright smile fully knowing that with Yoohyeon coming, everyone will eventually get baited into agreeing to come also.

"Are you fucking serious? Are you out of your mind? Are you that sleep deprived?!" Jin looks at the girl in exasperation, completely taken off guard by the girl's response while everyone else just stared at the two.

"Well she really wants to go and see and we–I can't just let her go on her own knowing how much of a scared y-cat she can be. Also, as what Gahyeon said, it will be a fun experience." Yoohyeon shrugged as she stares back at Jin in innocence making the eldest close his eyes in defeat after a while.

" I'll go too."

" What?!" Hoseok turns to the owner of the voice as the golden maknae only shrugged his shoulders, casually leaning back on his seat while Hoseok continues to look at him, eyes wide.

" Well I can't just let them go alone. We never know what might happen while they're in there, it's better to be sure."

" Jungkook does have a point and Gahyeon's my girl so I think it's just right that I go too even though I fucking hate this entire idea to the core of my entire being. Jungkook can't guide or help the both of them alone." Taehyung spoke as Gahyeon threw her arms around his neck in excitement making the latter groan, rolling his eyes before turning towards the others who are just watching the whole scene unfold.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but count us in..." Jin sighs as he threw Yoohyeon a dirty look to which she pursed her lips to while avoiding eye contact.

" You too?! What is going on? Why are you guys suddenly agreeing to enter that haunted place?" Hoseok looks at the people around the table in disbelief.

" Well you don't expect me to just let my little sister go on her own, do you? If something bad happens to her, our parents will have my head. Also, Minji wants to try and visit the place so it's more of like hitting two birds with one stone. "

" Well now there's six of us going, any more? You should speak up now so we can start discussing plans. " Gahyeon grinned as she looks at the rest who haven't made up their mind yet in anticipation.

" Fine, we'll go too. I guess it'll be a fun experience, right?" Handong pipes up after a short period of silence, looking at everyone else on the table, lips pulled into an uneasy smile.

" Us too." Siyeon and Yubin smiled making Gahyeon grin at them as Jimin and Namjoon, whom are sat beside the two could only scratch their head, throwing a nervous glance at each other.

" Well, I don't wanna get left alone while everyone's out so Hobi and I will go too!" Bora raised her hand, excitement clear in her eyes as Hoseok looks at her, eyes wide in horror.

"What do you mean "we"? Woman, there is no fucking "WE" when I didn't even agree to go." Bora sharply looks at the man beside her, squinting her eyes making him let out a low sound that greatly sounds like a whine before dropping his head low in defeat.

"Fine, we'll go but as soon as a single sign of something bad happening shows we're gonna rush out of that damn mansion, no questions asked." Hoseok pointedly looks at everyone at the table before his eyes settles on the mastermind of the whole plan, letting her know he's serious with his words.

" I promise. As soon as something bad happens, we're getting out of there, no questions asked." Gahyeon puts her right hand up as an indication that she's sincere with her words, Hoseok nodding his head in defeat.

" Okay, let's discuss the details later, let's eat for now." Namjoon intercepts as he encourages everyone to temporarily drop the subject and ushers them to continue eating.

Hello! So just so you guys know, we'll disregard honorifics for each other or to the opposite gender aside from girls calling the girls "unnie"and boys to boys "hyung." Also, English is not my first language so there may be errors. Anyway, share your thoughts, it'll really help me with the writing

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Terrors of the Maison

BTS x Dreamcatcher

Chapter 11

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𓂋 maison (noun): French for house.

𓂋 pairings: vampire! BTS x witch! Dreamcatcher

𓂋 summary: One friend group composed of seven boys and seven girls have decided to go and try to give the infamous haunted mansion on the outskirts of Seoul a visit to see for themselves what the mansion and the said entities that lurks in the dark corners have that keeps the weak out and the brave never looking back. Only, it seems that a dark entity has decided to play with them.

𓂋 genre: mystery, horror, fantasy, some fluff, sorry attempt of angst, a little bit of comedy here and there

𓂋 warnings: jimin has a perverted brain and it's making jin burst a vain

As what the group had agreed upon, they gathered a week later at the Kim siblings' house since they're the ones who owns an RV that's big enough that could comfortably fit everyone and their stuff inside. It was a few minutes after dinner when they decided to start the drive towards the mansion with Jin behind the wheel and Minji on the passenger seat while making casual small talk and sometimes humming along to the soft melody of the song that's playing on the radio with the others doing their own thing. Not long after, they finally arrived at the gate of the mansion, some of the others pulling the curtains back, observing the exterior from inside the van.

"It doesn't really look like those haunted mansions we see on movies but I know looks can be deceiving so I'm still very much creeped out." Hoseok mumbles, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he looks up at the mansion through the window of the RV. "I still think this is a bad idea."

"Oh hush Hobi, we're already here, we can't just go back now." Bora hissed at her boyfriend while he just pouted at her.

" Yes we can. Jin hyung just has to turn the vehicle around and we can drive back to their house and have a sleep over or a campfire on their large backyard and act like this never happened."

" You two, shut it. Are we seriously gonna do this?" Namjoon spoke up from the front of the van where he turns to look at Minji and Jin seeing as they're the eldest members.

" Yes we're gonna do this. Come on guys, we're already here, it'll be such a waste if we go back now. Besides, we already agreed that we won't take that long inside. We're just gonna look around and see if we can find something, also our deal is that once a single indication of something bad happening shows, we're getting out so..." Gahyeon stood up and walked towards the middle of the van and looked at each and everyone before bursting into a wide grin seeing the others lower their head in defeat.

" Fine, but remember, first sign and we're getting out of there, no buts or anything." Taehyung spoke up as he looks pointedly at his girlfriend who only gave him an excited nod.

" Alright then. Hobi, go open the gate." The way Hoseok's head snapped at Jin's direction, eyes wide in disbelief and slight fear almost made Jin worry that the male gave himself a whiplash.

" Me? Oh hell no, I never wanted to be a part of this and if you can't tell I'm kinda scared shitless as it is already so there's no way in hell would I go down and open that creepy ass gate myself. Jungkook, you go." Jungkook, who was casually relaxing on the cushioned bench, on his phone, on the left corner of the van with Yoohyeon leaning her back on his side, peacefully reading a book, sighs as he slowly got up and got down to open the gate which made a loud squeaking noise making him wince as it reaches his sensitive ears, immediately getting back inside and to his previous position as Jin steps on the accelerator, driving along the driveway, stopping the van when they reached the front of the mansion.

"Well, here we are. Let's get our bags and don't forget your jackets and flashlights." Yoongi said after a few moments of standing in front of the mansion as they took the time to study it up close, shiver running down their spine at the feeling of them being watched.

" Alright, remember what we talked about, don't let your group mates out of your sight. It's better we go into bigger groups than by 2's so if someone runs into trouble, more people will be able to help. Also, don't touch anything you're not supposed to, don't try to take anything or take something out of its original place, leave it where it's supposed to be. We're all gonna meet here at the front at exactly 40 minutes, okay?" The others nod their head at Namjoon's words as they all start walking towards the door, Jungkook walking forward to slowly push the door open as it lets out a loud creaking sound making them cringe.

"Well aren't you a cliche haunted mansion door..." Hoseok tries to elevate the tension by making light of the situation which was a success as he hears some of them let out a snicker at his words.

"Alright, remember not to pull some random ass shit, I don't want any one of us to get hurt or get into any form of trouble. Hobi, Bora, Yubin and I will start at the living room and kitchen, come on." Namjoon said as he took Yubin's hand and begin walking towards the direction of what they can only guess as the kitchen with Hobi and Bora following behind, the former keeping a tight grip on the latter's jacket.

" Gahyeon, Taehyung hyung, Yoohyeon, and I will explore the upstairs bedroom. I brought one of my camera in case we find something up there." Jungkook states as he lays a hand on Yoohyeon's back to usher them towards the staircase making Jimin look at him with a teasing smirk on his face.

"Oh~ the bedroom in a haunted house, that's so kinky, didn't know you're into those Jungkookie." Jungkook looks at him with a straight face as Jin smacks the back of his head after processing what the shorter male was trying to insinuate making Jimin whine and pout at the eldest while the rest just scoffs at him.

"Get your head out of the gutter and stop speaking nonsense. I don't need the image or even the thought of my baby sister and one of my best friends doing the thing, spare me the fucking trauma, will you?" Jin rambles on as Yoohyeon's eyes widen, ears and cheeks burning in embarrassment because of her brother's words.

" Why the fuck would you even picture it?!" Jimin argued as Jin moves to smack him again while he continues his rambling, only for Jimin to dodge the hit.

"I didn't picture nor do I wanna picture it so stop your perverted ass mouth from running whatever the fuck is running through that perverted ass brain of yours. Seriously, Siyeon, what the hell did you see in him?" Yoohyeon could only shake her head at her brother as she nudges Jungkook to get moving after Minji signals them to go, keeping a firm hold on Jin's broad shoulders, stirring him away from the group and towards the direction of what she can only guess as the door leading towards the backyard of the mansion along with Siyeon, Handong, Yoongi and a sheepish looking Jimin following behind.

" Fuck, now Jin hyung would be all up on my ass more than he already is." Jungkook sighs in defeat as he throws his head back in exasperation as they stood at the top of the stairs, contemplating where they should start.

"He's not that bad. He's just overprotective, that's all."

"Yeah, not that bad because him not-so-secretly following us when we're out on dates, insisting to not have dinner outside just so he can stare at me with the excuse that his food is " more magical and tasty than some overpriced restaurant," and burning holes on the back of my head or squeezing his big frame between us whenever we're watching movies is not that bad." Taehyung and Gahyeon could only let out a quiet laugh as they listen to the golden maknae complain about his girlfriend's overprotective older brother as they walk along the long corridor towards what they can only guess is one of the bedrooms on the left side of the hallway.

"Alright, I'll talk to him and if he doesn't listen then I'll ask our parents to talk some sense into him so he'll tone it down." Yoohyeon offers the distressed man a small smile before she takes his tattooed hand and begins to pull him towards where Taehyung and Gahyeon were standing in front of.

It was an old looking oak double doors with intricate designs carved on the wood giving it a sophisticated look. Using her flashlight to illuminate the area, Yoohyeon points her flashlight at the door handle seeing what looks to be some type of crystal talisman tied to it as Jungkook proceeds to lift his camera, taking a picture of the crystal thinking it must have some dark meaning behind it.

"What's that? I don't think I've ever seen a talisman like that before." She whispers as she walks closer to the door, crouching in front of the talisman and observing but not touching it, seeing what seems to be grey smoke swirling inside of the white crystal. " I don't think we've even studied this type of crystal in school."

" Let me see." Gahyeon reached forward and grabbed the stone only for her to immediately let go as the double doors slowly opens causing both her and Yoohyeon to take a step back in fright.

"What did you do?" Taehyung ask, turning to Gahyeon who just looks at him and shrug her shoulders.

"I didn't do anything, I just touched it and the door suddenly opened."

"What's that?" Yoohyeon whispers as she shines her flashlight towards the corner of the room to which the others shifts their attention to and to see what seems to be like a book with chains wrapped around it, sealing it shut.

"Let's go see."

"Wait—and she just never listens." Taehyung lets out a deep sigh as Gahyeon chooses to ignore him, immediately stepping inside the room and walking towards the book making the others follow her—not taking the risk of being separated.

"Looks to be some kind of grimoire, maybe ancient but why is it chained?" Yoohyeon looks at the book held in Gahyeon's hands as she watches the youngest turn the lock over to see if they can unlock it, tugging lightly on the chains.

" Why don't you put that down? Namjoon hyung specifically instructed us not to touch anything. For all we know, that book might be some ancient curse book, like some kind of Pandora's box that's why it's been chained shut. " Taehyung approached the two girls as Jungkook goes to the far left corner of the room where a bunch of wilted roses and what looks to be ripped books pages are all laid on a small table.

Pointing his flashlight on the things on the table, Jungkook sees that some of the torn pages are stained with some dark substance that eerily looks like dried blood making some of the words unreadable while some of the others have some discoloration due to old age. On the left corner of the table, Jungkook furrows his eyebrows as he bends down to peer closely at the contents of the small container jars, trying to see if he can distinguish what the contents could be. One of the medium sized jars got his attention, it seems like it's full of cobwebs that he can barely see if there's a live spider inside especially with the dark grey smoke swirling inside the jar that seems to be calling to him.

"What you got there, Koo?" Jungkook jumps, coming out of his trance as he feels a hand gently lay on his back, attention getting redirected from the jar of cobwebs to Yoohyeon, who has now moved away from Gahyeon and Taehyung's bickering, and to her boyfriend who seems to have spaced out while peering inside the jar which she eyed suspiciously before redirecting her eyes on the male.

"Oh, I was just looking at these old, torn book pages. Some of them smeared with some type of dark substance which eerily looks like dried blood when these jars just caught my attention. Look at this one, it's so full of cobwebs that you can barely see inside, do you think there's a live spider in there?" Yoohyeon shifts to stand next to Jungkook as they both peer into the jar, both trying to see inside only to jump back in fright, Yoohyeon letting out a small squeal as a medium sized black spider jumps out of nowhere and lands on the table, in front of the jar they were looking at.

"What happened?" Taehyung and Gahyeon, who were looking through some of the furniture that's been left behind, turned towards the frightened Yoohyeon who was clutching on the back of Jungkook's hoodie as the latter finds an empty jar and goes to catch the spider, immediately closing the lid as soon as he got the spider inside, making Yoohyeon let out a sigh of relief while Jungkook simply placed the jar on the table and pulled the frightened girl to his side, rubbing her back to soothe her.

"Nothing, we were just trying to peer into one of the jars when this spider jumped out of nowhere and frightened Yoohyeon." Jungkook throws a small smile at the couple a few feet away from them who seemed to have been frightened by Yoohyeon's scream.

"Oh, thank God. I thought something seriously bad happened." Taehyung sighed in relief as he and Gahyeon moved to walk after Jungkook and Yoohyeon out the door to go check out the other rooms when suddenly the big double doors slammed shut making the two girls yell in surprise and clutch at their boyfriends, eyes wide in fear.

"What the..." Jungkook mumbles as he gently pries Yoohyeon's hands and fast walks towards the door and try to pry it open only for his efforts to go in vain. Seeing the maknae struggling, Taehyung moves to help him, leaving Gahyeon standing beside the older female when suddenly Yoohyeon lets out a scream and ran towards Jungkook who immediately tries to calm the panicked girl, firmly holding her forearms to stop her from fidgeting as she continues to try and scratch at her nape.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?!"

"Someone was behind me. Someone with a really cold hand and sharp nails was behind me and touched the back of my neck and whispered something incoherent in my ear." Crying, Yoohyeon wrapped her arms around Jungkook's waist, clutching the back of his shirt as she quietly sobs in fear while Jungkook turns towards the area where Yoohyeon stood a few seconds ago, pointing his flashlight only to see nothing there, even on the shadows.

" Are you sure? Maybe it was just the wind or something, maybe you were just imagining it since this place is pretty creepy." Gahyeon walks towards Yoohyeon, laying a careful hand on her back as Yoohyeon shakes her head in return, face still buried in Jungkook's neck in fear as sobs continues to rack her body.

"I swear, it was a hand. It was really cold, like icy cold with sharp nails. It touched me here." Yoohyeon turns to Gahyeon as she continues to cry before she pulls her hair to one side exposing her nape to show the spot only for them to let out a gasp which only confuses and scare her more.

" What is it? What's wrong?" Gahyeon shushes the older girl as Jungkook gently caress the area where Yoohyeon pointed at, looking at the hand print that seems to already be turning purple and looking closely, he can see a small punctured wound on the area by her carotid.

"Alright, let's get this door open so we can go find the others and get out of here." Jungkook turns to Taehyung signalling him to help look for something they can use to open the door as Yoohyeon's teary eyes dart to everyone in the room with Gahyeon taking a hold of her forearms to pull her away from the door at the same time hushing her as the younger woman can see her starting to panic with their lack of response.

Doom's Soulmate// Chapter-2

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone

Warnings: Toxic behaviour, Insecurities, Gender inequality, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Panic attack, Manipulation, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, blood play. Eventual smut, Supernatural, soulmate au, Vampire au, Fanfiction. Eventual smut.

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Word count: 10k+

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Masterlist- Chapter-1

Chapter-2

Tags- @lachimolala22019 @singukieee

𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆—

It was peaceful.

As if you were floating on clouds. Ah, you must be in heaven or something. A movement had you squirm, your body immediately chasing the blanket. Cold. Your hands touched something way opposite of warmth, causing you to shiver.

Yoongi froze. He didn't want to wake you up, no he was content by looking at you. He just wished to pull the blanket you had used as a way to hide your face away from him. He didn't think that you would react this way.

He just feels sad that his mate has suffered in her childhood. He hates everyone who had put her through all the pain, if only he could kill them with his own hands. But unlike other times, he wishes to have the last strike. The last blow, as that sinner's soul leaves his body. Once and for all.

He was still struggling from Yuna's betrayal, even though the one suffering the most being Jungkook and Jimin.

Jungkook had been having a hard time, wallowing in guilt and regret that only erupted as rage at Yuna's betrayal and their mate's absence. His vampire went on a full-blown blood lust. On run, he had come across Yuna which only triggered his instincts. His vampire saw her as a thorn and if not for Namjoon and Jin. That body would have been unrecognisable while her being a part vampire couldn't even save her.

Only purebreds like him had the boon of immortality.

Dhampirs like her could easily die, not that he cares for her anyways.

You squirmed. Again.

Now yoongi was alert, his senses picking up the beat of your heart. The sudden rise letting him know your getting out of your dreamland.

He sees you stretch, hands and legs flying into a star-cross position and then in a second, your hopping your stomach up. As if doing an exercise, it was funny. The position but-

"Oof—" Yoongi groans, your body falling flat on his side.

Now that hurts like a bitch.

As soon as he looks up, he is in front of your wide-eyed face. Who is now glaring down at him with all the hate it could muster.

"What the fuck-"

"What the fuck-"

They both speak, too shock on comprehend the situation.

Yoongi scrambles out as you go to strike him, completely livid at the thought of a vampire beside you.

"Calm down, It's me. Your mate." Yoongi speaks as you storm near him, driving him right across the wall.

Your nostrils flared as absolute rage consumed you. Did they kidnap you? How low can someone fall? Where is your Grandpa, he would be worried for you. But for now, your attention moves onto the vampire. Instinctively, your hands touched your neck. Feeling the supple flesh, relieved. You heave out a sigh. Atleast they didn't drink her blood.

You scoff at his words, "Mate, My ass."

Pointing a finger at his chest, you glower at him. "How dare you bring me here? Where's my Grandpa, tell me"

You were panicking inside, the room wasn't yours? You weren't with your Grandpa, fuck you can't even remember what happened. How did you reach here from the hotel? Your head pounds as much as you try to remember. Eyebrows pinching at the pain, you finally decide to let go. The memory digging was intensifying the pain. As if someone threw a rock over you.

Feeling a gaze, you snap your head towards the door to see Jungkook standing there as if he saw some ghost.

"Fuck me," You murmur, mind reeling for escape already.

You felt like a prey, far from being comfortable around the creatures deemed as your mates. If they wish, they could rip your head off. Hell, Jungkook almost did that. They are scary? They make her skin crawl in the worst way possible.

"You can't run away from us now." As if reading her mind, Yoongi smiles at her.

That only made her skin pale. Goosebumps arising on it like an uninvited guest.

"He meant, we don't mean any harm." Snapping out of his daze, Jungkook scrambles to explain the misunderstanding.

You give him a scoff, far from believing the words coming directly from him.

Looking around, your eyes fell over the telephone. Your mind clicked as you hurry to dial the number you recall by heart.

But before you could punch the last pair of numbers, the telephone is snatched from you. Thrown viciously across the wall by none other than- Jungkook.

"Do you have a death wish," You scream at him,

He looks up to you, eyes gleaming with a dangerous glow of red. "MINE."

You stand frozen, disbelief coursing through it all. Coming out of your daze, you snap back. "Bitch, I am Mine. Nobody else's"

At your sheer disrespect, his eyes intensifies, as if pinning you to it like a magnet. An involuntary shiver arises inside you, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.

"Jungkook, Calm down." It was yoongi who kept a hand on the youngest.

But no, it was if he couldn't see anything except you. His attention was making your skin crawl, reminding you exactly how wrong running now will be. You don't want a repeat of that night. Especially not when your chances of escaping is slim.

"I want to talk to my Grandpa," Speaking your idea, you look at the two vampires. Letting them know that you do not wish to stay here.

Jungkook chuckles, eyes holding anything but amusement. "Your our mate and your gonna stay in this manor, you like it or not."

You laugh, disbelief evident. "Bet, Ankit would have been a better mate than you could ever be."

Your words seemed to only tick the Vampire whose gaze darkens at the mention of the man you so wished to be your mate. Yoongi's eyes widens at your words, a scowl replacing it but when he sees Jungkook on brink of losing his sanity. He immediately grabs hold of Jungkook's arms, pulling the maknae with all his force.

"Let's go out," Yoongi brushes off the protest leaving Jungkook's mouth.

You watch as the two leave the room, a smirk gracing your lips.

Weren't you in their house? And as much as you know, Vampires have a keen hearing so that means the others will be around somewhere. Listening but not actually intervening.

Your acting bratty, you know that but your skin is itching for revenge. To annoy them and drive them up the wall.

Anything that could replace this sting of your heart.

And so you hurry, to close the door with a soft click. Which only served to alert the vampires of your acts. Taking a deep breath, you clear your throat.

"ANKIT should have been my soulmate," You yell on top of your lungs, putting every emotion into your vocal chords.

"Your mine, only mine." You mimic Hoseok's words,

"Only mine to fuck and claim." You then move to mimic taehyung, followed by a tiny Rawrrr which came out more like a kitten's meow but anyways— "Only mine to keep for the rest of eternity. In every birth, your mine Ankit." You scream out, mimicking Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook. Sarcasm was dripping down your tongue, while your rolled over chanting 'Ankit' over and over again.

As if his name was some Mantra, as if he was your salvation. Your liberation. Your fantastical man who wears a tuxedo.

You try to scream as much as you can. As if calling out to the sky, as if wanting the lines of destiny to magically bend over your stubbornness.

The loud footsteps of someone running had you straighten up. Moments later, a series of voices shouted through the door. And just like that, the momentary silence crashed down like a piece of glass awaiting a doom you brought ahead with your actions. You smirked, humming alongside the series of bangs right across the door.

"Open the door," You recognise that voice. Taehyung, was it?

"Oh please, let me enjoy my fantasy with Ankit. You don't know how many times I have dreamt of him fucking me," You internally cringe at your stupidity but nonetheless carry on the act.

You have read plenty of Wattpad smuts to exactly know what goes into it. Uh huh~

A harsh bang on the door had you jump, "I see, your in need of punishment." Namjoon growls, one that went straight to your heart.

No shit Sherlock.

Quickly pulling yourself out of the myriad emotions, you squint your eyes, "Punishment and me, No Ankit has already pulled that card on me way many times. It's not kinky anymore." Swirling the strand of your hair, you grimace.

You need to wash your hair.

Jimin sighs, "Kitten-

"Uh huh, that's what my ex called me. It's cringey as fuck." You shudder, lying through your teeth.

Though the reason was entirely different. You hated endearing words, any nickname that expresses love is poison to you. Even though love was the reason you walked into the library everyday to find something that sparks passion and rekindles love. Something that lights the flickering lamp of hope inside you.

Throughout your childhood, you watched your classmates falling in and out of love, going through break-up, depression and what not side effects of this love. Seeing their state, you always felt a little nice. Atleast, your heart isn't broken and that's how you were that cold girl in class with whom boys would think twice to approach.

Your heart being afraid of this love that makes one rebel? You laugh at the memory of a sweet boy running behind you as you scramble out of his sight. Knowing well that he wants to propose you.

You had to be loyal to these seven vampires. You roll your eyes, biting your lips in a huff.

Hoseok muses, "But I thought you didn't have any boyfriend?"

You chuckle, "Oh I did, how can I forget someone who took my virginity. He was one of the best fucks of my life."

At your remark, a combined series of growls follow through. What are they? A pack of wolves. You roll your eyes, sauntering over to the bathroom to take a bath and maybe relax to think nicely about how to make their lives hell. Stripping out of your clothes, you let the cold water seep into your head. It had you shudder but quickly getting it done, you move on to squeeze the shampoo into your head. Massaging the roots, you gather the foam and splash it across the wall with a giggle.

Taking the shower head, you clean your hair. After which, you follow the same with the rest of your body.

After a cold shower, you switch onto the hot one.

Letting the water splash against the wall, while you chase the droplets raining down with the tip of your finger.

You don't even know how much time has passed. Maybe, you should just go, deciding on the same. You dry your body and wrap the towel around your body. Pulling another from the hanger, you wrap your hair and sigh. Done.

And your tired.

Shaking your head, you slip out of the bathroom. Peeking around the room as your gaze fall on the now silent door. Maybe, they got tired.

Or maybe they heard me in the shower.

Good for you, not that you have anything to do with them.

Humming, you slide across the room. Inspecting it with a newfound curiousity.

It was a huge room. The Queen-sized bed attracting the most of your attention, where lays the silk sheets in purple, doused in a softness that had your hand itch to feel it against her. Shaking your head, you move to the far side of the room. There lay a side sofa with a small table, right across was a window through which you can enjoy the view of woods beyond.

Overall, the room gave you more of an ancient vibe than modern but then you had vampires old enough to have their own tastes which was kind of reflecting in the room.

By room you remember, your phone—

"I must search my phone, it must be here somewhere. I hope." You mumble to yourself, looking around as your eyes glaze over the gown neatly kept on a chair. Oh, quickly scurrying over you take your dress. Pressing onto it, while you pray that no one gave it for a wash.

You remember your gown had a pocket somewhere.

Ahah- your hand pressed against the hard surface. Your phone, oh God. Quickly pulling it out, you scream when you see the battery is dead.

"Ah," You scream in frustration, huffing and puffing. Now where to get a charger?

Going near the nightstand, you see another phone. That Jungkook might have broken the telephone but this phone right here is how you will contact your grandpa. Opening the phone, you do a little victory dance. No password, what a fool Indeed.

Biting your lip, you go over contacts. Quickly typing the numbers, you press the call button.

Taking the phone over your ear, you anxiously cross your arms as the phone rings at the other end.

"Hello, Chris speaking-" you jump when he answers at the fifth ring.

"Grandpatakemeoutofthishellholerightnow." You say it all in once, all the while stomping your feet impatiently.

Chris sighs, picking up her words. "Sweetheart, your back. Do you even know what happened to you?"

"I don't want to know, you come get me first. I don't want to stay here grandpa," You whine, throwing tantrum after tantrum.

"No, they are your mates. Learn to accept them," His answer came as a bucket of cold water on you.

How could he let you live with this monsters? Fuck, what are you supposed to do. And that's how anxiety grips your heart, you don't even have your aunt's bracelet. What will happen of you? They will suck you dry, no they won't. Your their one Soulmate right?

At this point, you don't even know that.

You sigh, asking exactly what he wants you to ask, "How did I end up here?"

Silence follows, and for a second she thinks the call is disconnected.

"Hello, Grandpa—

"You became a little, after your mates saved you and for your kind information. I did went to take you with me but you didn't want to leave their side so I let you be." Chris explains, but all you could hear was 'little'.

You closed your eyes, hand bawling into fists.

Why can't you remember what happened? Did you actually forgot what triggered you into that state? Maybe you did, a way to save yourself from further trouble. You wished, no wanted to know the events of that night but you know, somewhere your hesitating to ask the same. Do you really want to know?

No, you don't.

You don't need another stress to add up in your nightly breakdowns. That maybe selfish on your part, but that's what you think is the best for you. You know you aren't that strong, heck your weak when it came to emotions and to say something triggered you into being little is enough proof that you don't want a revisit of that horrible memory.

"But I have like seven mates, Grandpa. And how am I even supposed to bond with them, especially when all I feel is hate towards them?" You genuinely question, cause well you really don't know how to tackle this situation like an adult.

You know how you are. Mending things isn't your expertise, if anything you prefer to leave things as it is. Running away rather than facing, yes people would call you coward but you were one anxious bitch. Heck, your anxiety made you revise your books again and again. It made your stomach twist in pain, had you sweat like no other.

But then it was a symptom of your pcod. Atleast, that's what you have learnt all this years.

"Seven is a lot, but you can go one by one. Try to bond with them individually, learn about their likes and whatever you do. Make them your friends, before you head along the road of love." Chris chimes, making you feel disgust at the way he said that.

So cheesy, ugh your brain needs a break.

"Yeah, Bye Gramps." You wave off, even though he can't see it.

Cutting the call, you huff. Knowing them individually, you can try.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Now what should you wear? Going near the cupboard, you dig inside. One by one you throw the dresses out, the pink colours making you want to slam your head. Why are all this dresses so baby-like? Did you actually wore all this shits? Ugh, why?

Whoever brought this has a terrible taste.

You shake your head, the dresses back at your Gramps house are way better than this. Should you go and get them? Deciding, you go and quickly wear the same gown. Looking over the stand-mirror, you brush your curls that were still damp.

Well, you don't have time to set them now.

Opening the door, you skip down the stairs.

To know them individually. But with whom you should start?

"If she wants to leave, let her Jungkook. Your actions are not at all helping." Jin's voice chills her skin, the sheet coldness of it had her know how serious he actually is.

You could see they all are gathered in the living room. Keeping your breath as slow as possible, you stood just across the stairs. But no, your time is up when Namjoon whips his head to look right into your eyes that grew wide.

"You want me to die young or what," Keeping a hand across your heart, you saunter over with a neutral expression.

You could sense the atmosphere halting. The silence was intense, no one daring to break it.

Jungkook was practically sizing you up like a predator. You roll your eyes, giving him a look while in return, he scoffs at you.

You grimace, not knowing how to actually convey what you want. It's weird and makes you want to run away but you know, you can't. Not this time. "I will give you all a chance, but-" you gauge their reactions. Eyes rolling over one vampire to the other.

"I want to know all of you individually, so it would be nice if you all agree to it." You finish, not daring to meet anyone's stare.

A surprised look passes over the vampires, it was Namjoon who spoke first. "I- I mean that's okay with us."

"I am in." Jimin waves at you, and for some reason you could tell he is flirting with the way his eyes rake over your body. Clearing your throat, you look away as if avoiding the way he made you feel. Caged.

Hoseok looks over, even as the other vampires nod. Agreeing to the same.

"Which one of us you want to bond first with?" Jin smiles at you warmly, the earlier coldness replaced by the tenderness that had your mind feel tingly.

Either he has years of experience or he is just good in hiding his emotions.

You don't know whom to choose. Now that you look closely, all are extremely handsome men. No doubt in that but looks could be deceiving. You know cause that's how world was fooled over and over again. Beauty brought wars, heartbreak, pain. It was an illusion, if anything you want to see the what's in the inside.

And as much as you know, in that field. All of them are lacking.

You know they are waiting for an answer, anxiously looking at you and each other. Attentive yet somewhat tense.

Deciding to go with the easy one, you choose "Hoseok."

For a moment, you can see Hoseok's shock but that disappears as soon as it came. Letting you know that the guy was good in hiding too, so what? Two can play the game for sure. At your choice, the other vampires nod and leave the two of you to your devices. You know all of them are little disappointed that you didn't choose them but guess masking that emotion was easy rather than adding another fight to the already raging one wasn't a good option here. It wasn't like you don't want to, they have to have patience.

He moves towards you, "So, where you want to go?"

"First, my grandpa's house. I want to pick my clothes."

"If you don't mind, shall I take you for shopping? That could be a perfect place to start our date- er bonding I mean." Hoseok stammers, making you smile softly at him.

The reason you chose him was little selfish on your part. You recall the night Jungkook attacked you, it was him who came to check on you. Though at that moment, you were very much pissed to take any kind of help. Lest being seen as some vulnerable girl who will cry any second. But nonetheless you remembered and were grateful that he somewhat cared about you. Even though, he didn't know you would be his soulmate. That only meant, you could rely on him more than anyone.

Sensing you haven't answered yet, Hoseok taps your shoulder. "Oh, sorry. Sure, we can go shopping."

And the smile he gave you had you blinded for a second there.

You don't know whether it was a good idea.

But you know, the smoke of regret is strong in here. God knows in what attitude did you thought that it would be great to just go in this gown fit for some event. It made you feel so extra but at the same time you marvelled at the attention you drew. The maids had a hard time stopping themselves from praising you. So much that you could even see a hint a envy in their eyes. Maybe you were misreading, or maybe not.

For the first time, you had painstakingly taken your time to do your hair and apply a little makeup.

Eyeshadow and all weren't your cup of tea and neither you ventured at that part. You had done whatever you had saw your classmates doing before going on a date. And that's it, your done. Now no more re-checking.

"We look fine, we are. Yes we are," You whisper to yourself, taking your purse and the phone which one of the maids had offered to charge.

She mentioned that your phone was same as that of Namjoon, so she got his charger because you weren't ready to go. It was funny but you won the argument and she had to go. She is a sweet lady. She has been serving the vampires for over 200 years and she had promised to fill you in all the gossip surrounding them.

Which you are most definitely looking forward to.

"You look stunning," you whip your head to see an equally dressed hoseok. And might you add, he looks ravishing-

That tuxedo gave him a regal look, the muscles rippling underneath a temptation you can't undo, who said only women can do seduction. This Vampire in front of you was a walking sin, you could say cause a maid herself couldn't stop licking her lips at him. So much that she had to avert her eyes before she is caught in the act.

A spike of jealousy shoots up your skin but suppressing the urge, you smile at hoseok whose gaze beholds you like an ocean beholding the waves. Crashing, rising and tumbling down at the whim of his fingertips.

Your mood plummets, gaze flickering towards her in disdain. What's with people trying to drool over your mate?

The maids bow, as one speaks. "My Lord, do you want to feed before leaving?"

Your eyes twitch, does he feed from her? You look at hoseok sharply, unknown to your burning gaze. He waves her off, "No, you can go."

And as soon as she leaves, your soured mood no longer wishes to go on that date.

Still, acting up. You cover the hideous emotions as if they were nothing but a pile of trash. "Ironically, they say opposite attracts. Don't they?" You throw a question wrapped in dirge. Eyes narrowing with a mocking smile, one that had hoseok frowning ever so slightly.

"Are you jealous?" He raises an eyebrow, smile stretching up at the very thought.

You chuckle, "If getting reasons as to why giving you all a chance is a waste then yes, I am jealous. Now, hurry up before I change my mind," You brush past him, rage bubbling inside you like a volcano waiting for eruption.

Vampires can't be trusted, can they? That maid acted all wise in front of you but as soon Hoseok came, she went to throw herself at him like some bitch in heat. Are all maids here your rival? But are they, you laugh to yourself. If Soulmate and a commoner can ever be compared than sure your standing was far high than they could ever imagine. You will let them know that you being good doesn't mean anyone can stomp on you.

But for now, you got a date with Hoseok.

You blink your eyes, looking around to see your already out of the mansion.

You sigh, this much anger won't do any good to you. Especially not when your senses stop working. Atleast, you didn't crash straight against the guard who was very much eyeing you.

"Y/N?" Before you could look back, Hoseok's firm hands brush against your arms, settling down at your lower waist. Tilting your head, you swallow at the close proximity but say nothing.

You let Hoseok pull you towards the car ride awaiting just across the entrance of his house. The streaks of anger were still burning, but deciding to know the Vampire. You let the fire extinguish, granting it no release which only meant it will be visiting you again. Soon.

The entire ride you and Hoseok didn't exchange any words except few smiles here and there.

It was suffocating to say the least but still you pulled through.

Looking out, you watched the trees pass by. The crowd at this side were very few, infact you couldn't even see any people except cars parked in a line. Wonder in which rich locality has hoseok brought you in? If he thinks he could win you over with a dash of money and some luxury then he is wrong. So wrong.

The car comes to a halt, as Hoseok gets out. Before you could get out, he encages your hand in a gentle grip. Making you internally gag, what a gentleman.

Is he trying to court you? Seriously.

You hope this courting would actually help you to know him better. If not, then vallah your gonna whoop his ass. And not in a kinky way, nope.

As soon as your out, you leave his hand. Attention going over your hands that are busy setting your dress of any crease. As soon as your done, you look up to see Hoseok extending his arm as if wanting you to hold it-

Your mind stutters, is he fucking serious?

Twirling around, you move inside the first shop you see with a dress sign. The rush of cold air as soon as you step-in had you involuntarily shiver, but brushing past it. You look around the expensive store that screams luxury and calls you poor in many ways. So much that you don't even wanna count. As long as you don't have to see an age-old vampire trying to court you, anything is fine. Yup.

"Mam, Sir. Can I help you?" A women comes up to you, wearing a smile she must have learnt.

Cause well, if you tried to smile like that. Your mouth would for sure hurt like hell.

Looking back, you see Hoseok. Knowing exactly how a certain Vampire was trailing behind you all along. Not that you mind but having a handsome Vampire meant having to see women falling flat against his feet like some offering willing to please him or something like that. And for sure, your correct when you see the women brighten up at the sight of Hoseok.

What actually irked you was how Hoseok was keenly smiling so brightly that your insides melted. Not with butterflies but with rage.

Wow, God made sure that for eternity. You will be on your toes. Ugh.

So annoying, rolling your eyes. You move along the sections. Taking whatever dress you could pull, you saunter inside the dressing room. Needing a moment to decide why this whole decision to give them a chance was a failure in itself. And why you should have escaped, a much better option than all this shit you have to go through.

Taking a deep breath, you fan your face with the back of your hand.

Looking over the dress, you sigh. You actually want to fight Hoseok, bonding can go down the drain. Your fuming, why doesn't he go and fuck all those bitches? Just like how he and the other Vampires did all this years.

Why should you sit here and burn in jealousy. Your soulmate can only bring insecurity in you, and nothing else.

A knock had you shout a 'Wait a min' even though all you wished was to snap at that person who was only irritating you with all that banging on the door.

"Can I come in?" Hoseok speaks softly, as if you were some child. You scoff.

"This is a bad idea, can you just drop me at my Grandpa's?" You speak, letting your frustrations out. You can't take this shit, in no way can this vampire and you be mates.

Grandpa was right, your bond was a defect in itself.

Why bother saving when it's doomed until the very end.

"Just, open the door." Hoseok demands, leaving no room for arguments.

Unlocking the door, you let him in. As soon Hoseok enters, his eyes look over you with a tender look. "Sweetheart, why do you feel like this? Have I done something wrong?"

Your so frustrated that even though all the complaint lay at the tip of your tongue. Your unable to say or much less convey the emotions. Your angry, no furious at him and the world. Maybe it's just your hormones or your just way too fucking sensitive.

Shaking your head, "It's nothing," and you make a beeline to leave, again.

But before you could, Hoseok stops you. Brushing the curls covering the expanse of your face, he caresses your face with a tenderness your so foreign to. "If you want, we can go somewhere else? Tell me, do you feel okay?"

You nod at his concern, biting your lip when the same heartwarming smile graces his face.

How could this Vampire spread such warmth when all you could feel is cold at the touch. "Why are you acting this nice? I don't like it."

There. You said it, as your heart couldn't help but want the bitter pill to be shared by him too. Why only you should feel this jealousy, this love and this feeling so foreign. This possessiveness shouldn't be there, not when you don't even know him at all. But then, it wasn't like you were asked before getting them as your soulmates.

He frowns, at your question. Taking a double-take but when your expression stay the same. He knows, you aren't playing with him. "What do you mean?"

Such a thickhead, you sigh.

Crossing your arms, you speak. "Tell me about yourself? Anything."

You wait, all ears to the man who takes a moment before smiling at you. "I am 10,000 years old. Name's Hoseok and I am your soulmate. Your hope, your sunshine."

You gasp, hands flying across your mouth in a dramatic way. "Damn, that's old."

Hoseok's eyes widen at your remark, hands clutching over his chest. "In human years, I am only 28. Not old."

You roll your eyes, "Your still an old man, Vampire or not."

Hoseok's eyes darken at your words and it only had you watch in amusement but alas, it didn't last when he saunters into your personal space, pressing you right against the wall with a force that had you groan at the impact. Peering over, your breath gets caught in your throat. He was just an hairsbreath away and if you or him moved, even a little then you would kiss. At the prospect, your heart hammered. As if demanding you to do it, to get it over it. But no, it's your first kiss.

"Darling," he hums, voice slicing through her heart like smooth velvet doused in honey. "If I were you, I would take that back."

You look into his eyes, the obsidian spun darkness luring you into an ocean your so not familiar with. It entices your heart, tempting you to do exactly what he wants. Fall. Right into him, fall so down that getting up would be a task you would rather give up then struggle over.

"What if I don't," you decide to push his buttons, raising an eyebrow. You tilt your head, successfully caging yourself in an odd angle of proximity.

"Then I will make you,"

Before he could crash onto your lips like some beast awaiting a feast, you encase his mouth with the palm of your hand. Successfully deterring his destination for now.

"Sorry, Vampire. You will have to earn this." Tapping across his chest, you let him know that you wish for some space. Which he gives, stepping back as you leave a breath of relief. So minuscule that it would be hard to gauge, but then aren't Vampires an expert at this?

He knows the affect he has on you.

He does and that's scary but at the same time it's not. You don't know the correct word to express it but it makes you feel torn in all directions. Question is, in which direction you should go?

"Just to let you know, I was being polite to that dhampir and this lady only because my mate thinks I should respect all women no matter what. If I failed, then you can gladly punish me." His next words had an electric current run over your body, snapping your head at him.

You can't believe it.

Did he really? Do all this so that you could be impressed.

Your heart involuntarily squeezed at the care and love, distraught you grimace as to how you should react to this. You don't know. You aren't familiar with all this love talk but can you ignore what the heart wants?

You hum, feeling a lot better now.

"Now let me fix our date." Taking hold of your hand, he pulls you out of the dressing room.

Hoseok takes you to the fourth floor, a series of casual clothes lined up for women was where you found yourself standing at. He chose too many tops and leggings for you, waving off any women who tried to assist him. Your skin flushed when all his attention was on you, giving you an instant relief from all those workers who were trying hard to gain his attention.

It was annoying that everything was cute in his eyes and if you didn't stop him, you were afraid the whole shop will be empty in a matter of seconds.

After buying all the necessary things, you went up to pay.

"Are you hungry? I know this restuarant that is preety famous." Hoseok tilts his head as if awaiting your answer while you trail behind him.

At the thought of food, your stomach grumbled. You coughed to cover up your embarassment but hoseok simply nodded in understanding. "We should hurry then."

You wait on the sidelines as Hoseok pays for your items with a black card. To say you were shell-shocked would be an understatement, you knew vampires were rich but this was another level. Even your bank account won't ever be ready to shop in this store much less burn holes in your pocket.

"But that would mean only I will have to eat?" You grimace, knowing well how in that cafe the vampires bought a warm cup of blood.

So what Hoseok will have in the restuarant? Blood soup?

The thought made your stomach churn, the sight of blood was not a very nice moment for you.

It was why you ignored the vampires in the cafe cause well if you saw them drinking blood. You were sure you would either vomit or faint right then and there.

"Let's go."

You nod, letting Hoseok haul you out of the store. In inside, you were screaming. Hoping to think of anything but the sight of blood.

You did not have a nice memory with blood. Not when your friend's brother got hit with a stone. All because of the stupid fight you and the other kids participated in. You recall pressing your hand on the back of his head to stop the bleeding as your friend shouted 'See, this much blood.'

And the next second you knew, you had fainted. The sight of blood was more scary than seeing a ghost in the halloween nights.

Hoseok could see your distracted. It was as if something was bothering you. He wished to ask you but sensing how your still hesitant opening up to him had him stop right there.

Giving the shopping bags to the driver, he takes hold of your hand with a smile. "Come, the restuarant is right across the road."

He had already reserved the table. Considering the owner was a great friend of Jin, it wasn't that hard for Hoseok to get a little bit of early reservations. Helping you take a seat, he had let you take the order.

Whatever you will have, he will too.

Your eyes lit up, at the sight of the food- Chinese, Indian, Italian.

You name it and they had it.

"Mam, Sir. Your order?" A waiter comes across our table as you give him a soft smile.

"For starters, I would have a Manchurian and then Schezwan noddles. That's all." You close the book, looking over to hoseok with a hesitant look.

"And you?"

Hoseok smiles, "I will have whatever the lady will have."

As soon as the waiter leaves, you give a look to Hoseok. Not understanding how he can order food when all Vampires can have is blood. If your brain and memory is not fooling you then yeah, Vampires live on blood and not food. Heck, even your classmates think that food tastes like poison to them. Did he do this for you? You can't wrap your head around this at all.

"I heard that Vampires can only have blood?" You raise an eyebrow, earning a snort from him.

"Let's just say a women helped us with that." Hoseok chuckles, watching as you glare at him.

Not at all enjoying his way with words. Which women? And what help is he talking about. Involuntarily, your mind went to those maids. Dammit, can't these vampires have male servants. Clearing your throat, you try your best to hold onto your emotions bubbling inside of you.

Your eyes twitch, "Oh, was she some witch? In return of this taste, she must have asked you all to fuck her. Didn't she?"

But Hoseok's face glows as if knowing exactly what is going on in that preety little head of yours.

"Darling, you shouldn't lower yourself to that now. My mate isn't some witch and even if I want more than anything to fuck you. I can wait." His words had you cough in shock, even as erotic images of you and him cloud your mind like a glue.

Biting your lip, you suppress the urge. Hoping your red face would not give you away so easily.

"Cat got your tongue."

You scowl at him, but before you could retort. The waiter arrives with the food. After serving the food, your busy digging in. Too hungry to look at a certain Vampire who is very much looking at you with not so innocent eyes.

Hoseok couldn't help but smile as you gobble up your food like some starved man left in the scorching dessert without any trace of water. His eyes couldn't help but narrow at your lips, the red color taunting him to no end. He couldn't control himself around you, so much that he was ready to claim you right inside the dressing room.

To bend you over and fuck you as he marks your skin with his bite and hickeys. He was glad that you stopped him. Otherwise, the others would have been at his throat by now.

Hoseok glares at the far end corner of the room. Knowing exactly that the others are standing right there. He knows cause well Jin wouldn't help him get reservations without an ulterior motive. They all want to be there and see exactly what they will do on this date.

He sighs, so much for bonding.

"Aren't you eating?" You bring him out of his thoughts, shaking his head.

He smiles, digging right in.

You smile at the way his eyes lit up at the exquisite taste. You hush him, not wanting him to again start talking. Not that you don't love him blabbering, but right now. Your too hungry to care. "We don't want our food to be cold, so eat. You can praise the chef later."

As soon as your done with food, it's time for the dessert Hoseok specially ordered for you. As your taking a bite of the chocolate ice cream, Hoseok speaks up. "Do you really think that Ankit should have been your mate?"

Halting your actions, you hum. Not knowing what to say, "If I am honest, somewhere I did hope Ankit would be my mate. But now that I think, my reasoning for this was only because he talked to me very sweetly and not only me. To any women, he was the same. He didn't even know them and yet the way he talked was as if your in a presence of some Prince. But it was just a crush, nothing else so it's in the past."

You see Hoseok being deep in thought and you curse. Did you rant? Why did you have to call him Prince, but then wasn't that his nickname? It was, so you weren't in trouble.

You hope so.

"Ah, but you should know better than screaming his name in front of your mates." His voice, wrapped in velvet had you shiver unknowingly.

You gulp, knowing well what is he referring at?

"Well, were you jealous?" You hide your swirling thoughts with a raised question.

To which, he only chuckles. As if it was the most obvious thing, "Jealous, Nah my sweet. I was fucking seething at the way you chanted his name." He growls, the same animalistic aura surrounding him.

He looked deadly, no wonder the Vampire was pissed at your earlier actions.

"But your punishment can wait, for now. Tell me." He raises his hands, fingertips brushing against the narrow end of your mouth in poised thoughtfulness.

Instinctively, you licked your lips. His eyes darting to the same. As he gave you a stern look 'Don't'

And you licked your lips, again, defying him like anything.

Pulling his hand back, he hums at you. "I see, Namjoon wasn't wrong when he said you were a brat."

You smirk, letting him know that you are. And you won't go down without a proper fight, why should you? But somewhere, even you know that this is all a facade. Your not the one your so hard pretending to be. Inside, only you know how much your freaking out at the thought of having sex with your supposed soulmates. Your a virgin and let's just say, all lies that your feeding them will have to come to an end.

But for now, you will revel. Acting exactly how you want to be seen.

As soon as the dessert is finished, Hoseok and you take your leave.

Your feet are already killing you, the heels weren't that comfortable at all but then it was all worth it. It completed your look. Otherwise you would have looked no less than a baby in front of him.

Blame that thing on your height.

The familiar sight of mansion greets you from the car seat. Now that you see it more clearly, you could tell that it was huge. No it was gigantic. Plus the gothic touch gave a feeling of royalty. Vampires do have a strange taste, but you like it?

"How many rooms are there in your mansion?" You ask, genuinely curious.

Hoseok hums, "We have total 104 rooms."

And you had to literally sniff to make sure your breathing through your nose and not just stare at him like you saw something way too extraordinary. Which you did. Damn, they are rich. "Oh, that's nice."

You clear your shock, even as Hoseok smiles at you.

Passing through the gates of the mansion, the car comes to a halt as Hoseok helps you out, again but this time you don't resist.

"Thank you," You say with gratitude.

Hoseok shakes his head, "It's my pleasure, you go inside. I will bring your bags." Patting your back, he goes back to help the driver with unloading.

You smile at his sweetness, even as you enter the mansion. But before you even reach the door.

It's thrown open as a pair of arms engulfs you. "Finally, your back."

"Jimin, stop hogging her." Hoseok comes from behind you as the Vampire nuzzles against your neck, earning a shiver from you.

Nipping your skin, he pulls back with a grin. "My mate doesn't have a problem, does she?"

Your too shocked to react. Did he just bit you? Touching the spot near your neck, you glare at him. Not at all enjoying such open physical affections. "Well she has,"

You recall him. His attitude towards you when you first met him was still as bitter as the cold mountains of the Himalayas.

Not giving him any more reaction, you hurry to the room you came from. Too tired to deal with the others. Your feet were killing you. Maybe a warm bath would help, you wouldn't know until you try so.

As soon as you enter your room, you make sure to lock it as you throw your heels on opposite directions. Huffing you stretch your feet and hurry to the bathroom.

"A nice bath is what I need." You sing along, entering the bathroom—

"The hell-" You yell as a very naked Yoongi stood inside.

His back was facing you, a hand in towel. But as soon as he goes to turn, you scream and close your eyes. Muttering all the curses you might have heard in your lifetime. "What are you doing in my room? Pervert"

Yoongi sighs, throwing the towel right on your face. "Go away. This is my room."

The audacity of this man, no vampire.

You threw the towel down, looking up at him in pure disgust.

"hmph, as if I am dying to be in your room." You roll your eyes as you leave the place, almost running away from the vampire who makes you mad just by the thought of him.

What you didn't see was how Yoongi was following you with a scowl.

"For your kind information, we had a misunderstanding. But did you let us explain it to you, no, so stop being a bitch." He calls you out, all of a sudden with a completely different argument as you take in a sharp breath.

Turning around, you no longer care if he is naked. Your attention is right at his face, "Why should I? I have heard about the rumours surrounding your whole group. If anyone is to be blamed then it's your reputation as a petty fuckboy. As soon as you got a taste of my blood in Yuna. Suddenly, the whole bangtan wants to act like some godforsaken lovers they are not. Is that why, you were with Yuna that day. So that you all could make love to her? Am I right? Let it be huh, I know men like you. As long as the women isn't of some importance, respect and common decency is nowhere to be seen."

Your heart was hammering as you drew short, sharp breaths. It was as if you were consumed in a fire pit. Your voice cracked in the intensity of the anger you spoke in. You knew well, you knew that Vampires recognise their mate through blood. You even know how Yuna got your blood but does that give these men free ticket to hurt other women?

If there's something that spreads faster than a forest fire than its a rumour. How many have you heard about each one of them? So much that your ears might bleed, forget about eternity and all.

How could you stop from sympathizing from all those women they had hurt? For a moment, those women might have been a fool in your eyes but was that one-sided. No. They were part of it. For what, just to get some.

Playing games, leading them on and then dropping them like some rag doll.

Yoongi laughs, eyes beholding her in a cruel look. "Yeah? What about you? Didn't you fantasize Ankit as your mate and how he should have fucked you." He scoffs, "A whore indeed."

Your eyes widen. He just did not just call you that-

"You" Before your hand can slap him hard, he catches your wrist in an iron grip.

"We all went crazy when you ran away. What did you do? You brought Ankit to make us jealous so that you could satisfy your heart. You are a coward so stop acting like some goddess who deserves the whole world. When in actuality, your worse than us. Atleast, we accept our mistakes but you." He scoffs, pushing you away with a harsh glare.

While all you could do was stare at him with unshed tears.

Whatever he said was like a dagger to your heart. When did you call yourself a goddess? You didn't think like that, yes your mad at all of them but that doesn't mean you don't love them. You do but right now, it's hard to see that love which lies past the clouds of misunderstandings.

You know your childish, you do cause you hold grudges until the very end.

It was your negative trait, one that you cannot get rid of. Heck, you aren't able to forgive your father until now. How could you then forget their first impressions on you?

Blinking back your tears, you silently take your leave. Not really wishing to argue any more.

As soon as you leave, Yoongi glares at that door you left through. As if cursing it to even be there.

Minutes later, a happy Hoseok enters the room but sensing the drop of mood in his mate's aura. He frowns, "What happened, Yoongi? Is Y/N here?"

"This is my room, not hers." Yoongi snaps, groaning as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Whatever argument he had with you was just his frustration getting the best of him. Literally he can't decide what to do with you, his mate? You push his buttons like no other, you love him one second and then throw him away like a trash. You sing, all for him but as soon as he comes. You refuse to even indulge him.

It almost feels like your slipping away and he is helpless. Heck, all are.

Yoongi doesn't know what will it take to have you trust him and the others.

It's what driving him up to the wall.

Leaving him in nothing but the crumbs of an impending heartbreak. One that he wishes to avoid at all cost.

Hoseok sighs, "Did you two argue?"

He looks up, letting him know exactly that.

Hoseok groans, "You fool, what did you say to her and where is she?"

He glares at his mate, not in the mood to have another guilt trip. Yoongi knows his words were harsh towards you, heck he is even regretting it the moment he called you a whore but no. His hurt and his emotions got the better of him, and in the end.

It was them who got hurt. You and him.

Him and you.

Hoseok sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We have to give her time, our bonding won't happen in a day Yoongi. I just hope you didn't ruin it by doing something you shouldn't have."

And with that, Hoseok leaves the room.

His steps fading, as Yoongi stares into oblivion.

Not knowing what to feel and do now.

Namjoon flipped the pages of his book, sighing as his attention went anywhere but the book in hand.

His thoughts overtaken by a certain women deemed as his destiny, the missing piece of his soul but the question was, were they worthy of her?

Today when he saw her and Hoseok in the restuarant. He was almost jealous, wishing it was him in place of his mate but he knew well than that. They all needed her, desired her but as she wished to have them individually, who were they to refuse her?

They all were now divided. Awaiting their turn anxiously. Here, jealousy and envy bloomed like a vine encasing their unbeatable heart.

His trance got broken by the thick blackened clouds that were soon dragged down by the heavy rain which held its delicate frame. The clouds who struggled to withstand the burden of the weight which the rain held, soon gave in as the rain poured down over the land with a roar.

Lightning striked as darkness rolled over.

"It's raining," Quietly padding through the library, Jimin comes out of a section with a book pressed against his arm.

Namjoon hums, eyes taking a peek at the book named 'How to Impress your crush' as he looks at Jimin with an almost amused expression.

"What? I need to impress my women and I am seriously studying." Jimin groans, as he takes a seat and flips through the pages with interest.

That, everyone is trying to do. Namjoon sighs, as your face appears into his imagination. They all are holding back but until when? Even they don't know. Out of all of them, Jungkook is the most possessive which is actually creating problem for all of them. "By the way, where's Jungkook?"

Jimin shrugs, "He might be in the gym, as always."

He sighs, the youngest has a weird fascination with working out. So much that if he wants to take his anger out, he will go to the gym instead.

Which is understandable as he wasn't present in the mansion since morning.

He and Jin clearly disapproved of Jungkook's actions. They didn't want to force you to stay, and when Jungkook had went and did just that. Let's just say, no one was pleased. But he can't blame him when it was his vampire that had him become like that. Every one of them has their Vampire which surfaces as soon as their mate is in the radar and from how Jungkook is reacting, it's safe to say his Vampire isn't pleased. Not until it has claimed you as his. Which can only be done after he has marked you.

"And what about Taehyung and Jin?"

Jimin sighs, "I don't know. Taehyung might be in his painting room and Jin will be either in the kitchen or in his room."

Namjoon nods, mind going onto the earlier conversation he had with taehyung. He spoke about impressing you with a painting of yours and Jin had been trying the same but instead of painting. It was the food he was working on.

"Have you all seen Y/N?" Hoseok strides in, looking around as if you can magically appear in sight.

Jimin closes his book, attention moving onto him. "What do you mean? Didn't she came with you?"

He was still sulking from the advice this book gave him. As it was not at all working on you. Did his charm not faze you in the slightest, but then Jimin could tell the slight raise in the beat of your heart and how your skin flushed as you tried to hide it in a cloak of irritation. He licks his lips, thinking of more ways to tick you again and again.

Until your dam breaks and-

Shaking his head, he brings his imagination out. First, he has to see where exactly are you?

They all concentrate closely, vampire senses heightening as if pinning your exact location. In this mansion, other than you there wasn't any human. And so it wasn't long, that they heard the familiar beat of your heart. It was faint, meaning you were a little far away but still it was there and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly, all lights turned out as complete darkness fell over the mansion.

"Wow, great." Jimin claps sarcastically, moving out as his vision clears in the darkened room.

Hoseok and Namjoon shake their head, part in relief and part in annoyance. Relief that you didn't ran away and annoyance for the sudden lights out.

"I will go and escort Y/N to her room."

As soon as Hoseok says that, Namjoon and Jimin frown.

"You had her for date, Now it's my time." Jimin huffs, hurrying out as fast as he could.

Namjoon sighs, "She didn't choose you yet." But he was already gone.

Great.

In another part of the mansion, the maids scurried around Jin who was now hurling insults for those who thought it would be nice to cut the lights. He was trying to decorate his special cake but still, heeding his vampire senses he continued on his work. But not before muttering few profanities here and there.

"You all can leave, or be silent. Choice is yours." He voices out, tone coming out a lot harsher than intended.

As soon as he is done, he puts the cake back into the freezer.

Moving out, he decides to go into his room and rest for the time.

From morning, he has been trying out this cake he had learnt from YouTube. And now he just wishes to go and have a rest, maybe even think of a nice place on how to exactly approach his mate. He can only hope you choose him for the date now.

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 )

"Daddy, I want this one" You whine, trying to use your puppy eyes on him.

Jin sighs,"You already have that."

Taehyung groans, "How can you say that to my baby, Jin hyung. Let her have it."

Taehyung comes in, dumping the clothes into the trolley. Judging by how full it was, it seems he brought the whole store. They really have to control on their greed to spoil you because Namjoon has been literally chiding him for all the things they have already brought for you. Day before yesterday, Jimin and Jungkook had taken you to a waterpark and from there you all had went to buy games.

You squeal, jumping into Taehyung as he groans at the impact but laughs when you pepper his face with kisses.

"You forgot me," he taps his cheek, even as you giggle.

Before you could go to him, Taehyung tightens his grip around you. "No, stay."

He frowns, glaring at taehyung who doesn't let you come to him. Well, let's see until when can he keep you with him?

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 End)

He hates how good things have such a short life span.

But then, he has never faced death. Not when he is an immortal being, one that cannot die no matter what.

It's hard to think of a life that finishes quickly. What scares him the most, is you, his mate who also happens to be a human.

A stubborn one at that.

He knows your Grandpa is in a legal battle with Jungkook's Father. One that he is not even interested to know about, cause well it wasn't like he would have helped that man. Not only he despises him for his inferior acts but also the way he hates anyone that isn't of their species. It's ironic for him to be suddenly interested in them.

All Jin knows is protecting you, even if it means going against the whole community who would rather see them mateless than with a human.

Which was cruel on their part, but oh well their ancient traditions were nowhere to change. Not until the old vampires give up their position to the young budding vamps awaiting for a significant change into the vampire world.

"My Lord," Lilian greets him, head tucked down as she bows deeply.

He hums, eyes steering across the windows, past the cloud that create a darkness he is familiar too. It was still preety much evening yet sensing the atmosphere, anyone could take it as a night.

Lilian hesitates, "Earlier, Lady Y/N stormed outside. And it's raining, so I thought it would-

She didn't even get to complete her sentence, before Jin is out of there.

Footsteps hurrying to go out and see his mate.

Outside the rain seemed to came as a much needed release for your thoughts. Wherein the earlier conversation with Yoongi presses the edges of your heart with needles pricking the moment you draw in a breath of air. Standing in the middle of the garden, you look back at the mansion. Lightning strikes as for a moment the place glows, as if it were morning but it passes as soon as it comes.

You sigh, letting your palm stretch across you. The heavy drops of rain hitting your skin, even as your tears led them down.

If anyone would ask, what were you thinking? You would have answered, nothing cause literally nothing was working inside your head. No thoughts, no opinions. You felt blank, even as your eyes shed tears as if it were their last day.

Maybe. Maybe you don't deserve love or maybe your doomed from the start. Maybe your father is right or maybe you are wrong all along. Maybe you marrying the guy of your father's choice was the best or maybe waiting for your soulmate was your luck. Out of this countless maybe's, all that can emerge now is hurt.

You gasps, as your throat opens up for the breath you refuse to in-take.

Holding your tears, you only make your throat tighten. A burning pain arising from it, as a protest to your self-harm.

The darkness around doesn't scare you as much, letting your head rest against the tree. You stare across the sky, as if trying to decipher beyond this clouds that seem familiar to your own mind.

"My Love," A gruff voice hauls your attention towards Jimin who strides right into your personal space.

Narrowing your eyes at his bold words and even bold smirk, you sigh. Not replying to him, your thoughts were already too heavy to take and the last thing you wanted was this.

Another addition.

Jimin clicks his tongue in disapproval, fingertips glazing over your damp hair. Swirling it, he hums as if approving your state while behind him. The lightning strikes again, rolling over the heavens and bombarding the sky with an afterglow. "This time, you shall choose me for the date."

You roll your eyes, done with that way he follows your eyes. Attention down at your lips, even as he makes you stiffen for a second. What is his problem?

"I don't think, you will take me anywhere but your bed as a date." You raise an eyebrow as he laughs, the narrow teeths on the front taunting you like no other.

That's sharp, if he bites you. Your done.

Jimin slides down beside you, "Won't you enjoy it, I will be better than your ex-boyfriend."

You froze. Uh huh. If only he knew how much of a damn virgin you are. Heck if they all saw the girl that lays behind the facade of cold. They would be surprised, won't they? You were a bit grateful for Hoseok to not come in for a kiss, for dodging one time had cracked your facade a little.

If it happened again, you might have ran. Soulmate or not, your scared of this. But for Jimin, you sure as heck know that guy has balls of steel.

He won't back away until he proved just how much of a good fuck he can be.

Of course your made-in boyfriend cannot do anything now can he?

"Not happening," You cross your arms, even as Jimin chuckles.

One that had you shiver, "We will see."

You laugh, not understanding what is he trying to do? Intimidate you or scare you for life.

Before you could stand, Jimin traps you in-between the tree and himself. Damn his vampire speed that had your heart leap into your throat. The action taking you off-guard even as you press your hands across his chest for some space which was refused with the way his breath fanned your lips.

And for a second, you forgot to breathe.

You will go cross-eyed with how close he is to you. "Kitten, fantasizing about Ankit as your man isn't very nice." His cold fingers brush against your cheek, inching across the expanse of your lips that quivered ever so slightly.

You sigh. Not knowing what to say.

Behind the clouds rumble, as if warning about the rain that intensifies. Even as large droplets fled down from the leaves, and just like that your hands brushed against Jimin's face. The action having caught him off guard, the blank look of your eyes not giving away anything to the question.

You allow your fingers to tap against his cheeks, "What a curse to have?" As you question yourself more than him, unable to read this creature of the night who stirs your heart. Unreliable and so so far.

Jimin hums, "If it brings you to me, then I would gladly have it a thousand times." His dark onyx pin you down, as your brain stutters at his choice of words.

Your hands drop, even as goosebumps arise. The sound of the wind rustling being loud enough to weigh your heart that beats at a fast rhythm. What a way with words?

"Now tell me, why did you think crying in rain was a good idea?" Jimin questions, as you shrug. Not in mood to explain your gloomy mood but at the same time, your mind comes up with an apt reply.

"Rain brings me comfort," You cross your arms, but in a flash. A figure towers you both as Jin brings an umbrella for you. Successfully blocking the raindrops.

"Do you two want to be sick or what. It's raining outside, half of the world is deprived of electricity and here you two are." The way jin scolds had your eyes pop out of your socket.

How can he speak without taking a break?

What is he, your Ma?

Jimin rolls his eyes, looking at you with an apologetic look. "Ignore him, he is like that only."

"Yah, I am your elder. What did you just say," Jin pulls his ear, earning a Yelp and a giggle from you.

What a day!

Next day, your up late.

After Jin had scolded your behaviour, you were quickly taken into your room. A warm bath was prepared, and despite your protests you had to take all their gifts. Jin had brought a cake for dessert while Namjoon had quietly slipped a book in your bed with some more book recommendations. Taehyung brought you a painting while Jimin got you a ring.

It was Hoseok who gave you a parting kiss, one that had the others seethe while you were too shocked to react, much less get him back for that.

It was as if all were collectively trying to win your heart, or in simple words. Court you.

But still somewhere you were waiting for Yoongi or even Jungkook to show up.

Guess what, they didn't and now you think instead of mending your bond. You had further broken it down.

'What if Vampire has a human Soulmate'

Your laptop screen was filled with many theories. Whole night you had went through various scenarios, none making sense but yeah if something did make sense then it was your fear of mate bond. You had still covered your mark with makeup. You seriously are not frowning over your destiny. It's not like you control it, so by now, all you think and probably fear is about the vampire community.

The age old vampires who worship the devil himself, the ones who think they are superior ones. And so a human being connected to a purebred vampire threatens the base and it wasn't like the news has never covered issues regarding the dark side of the vampires. It was not for the faint heart.

For once, they could ignore a normal vampire but what about your mates?

If Hoseok's theory of tasting human food with your arrival is true than isn't that an answer to your most dreaded questions.

The community will be out for your blood, literally.

A knock startles you as you rush to close the laptop, not before clearing the history.

"Yes," You reply, as the door opens with Jin who struts inside.

Accompanied by a tray of breakfast. Its smell immediately had your stomach tighten in anticipation. "Good Morning," Jin cooes at you as if you were some child of his.

"Morning," You reply, not wishing to drop his happy mood. Which is opposite of yours, totally.

For a split second, you could sense his gaze rake over your body. Zeroing right at your exposed legs, but he is quick to look up and smile. "I brought breakfast for you, I hope you enjoy it."

You hum, looking over the plate of tea and biscuits as he keeps it on the table. "Your Grandpa send your study materials and some clothes over. I asked him about your daily routine and he said, you like to start your day with some tea."

"Uh huh," You process his words, frowning when he mentions your Grandpa.

As Jin stands there watching you have tea, your suddenly awkward. Having someone stare at you was definitely not something you admired. And so you were bound to trip and you did.

"Ouch," You hissed, as the tea burned the tip of your tongue while you hurriedly gulped it down.

Jin panics, "Oh my god, why did you drink it so fast. It was hot, oh my god."

While 'it's because of you, you fool' rang like a mantra inside your mind.

In your haste to act as poised as you could, you didn't even register how hot the tea was. You shall reward yourself for such an ungraceful failure. Embarassment being your family by now.

"It's Nothing," You wave his concern off as beep sound come off your phone.

The name of your mother taking all of your attention from Jin who was seconds away from holding your chin and inspect the burn.

Picking up the call, you smile. "Hello Ma, how are you?"

"If you don't come back, I am storming inside your college and dragging you to this marriage." It's not your mother but father replying.

Your shoulder stiffens at the threatening tone, as anxiety drops your heart. Taking it to a drive of all the negative possibilities. "I told you, my degree is still-

Your cut off rudely by your dad, who now fumes at you with utter rage dripping down his tone, "Well, you can study after marriage too. Do you even know how good marriage proposals are hard to come by these days? I am paying so much dowry for your secure future and here your ruining all my chances. That guy is in foreign services and you have no right to say no, I have already accepted the proposal. Our reputation is on line, don't ruin this."

Your throat tightens, eyes stinging as you try hard so that your cold facade do not slip away. But it was getting difficult, how could he give you away without even asking your permission?

How can he care for you in such a cruel way?

You clear your throat, "I am not coming,"

"Then you can say goodbye to your family here." His next words made your heart stop beating for a second there, a tear slipping as you register the weight of his words.

"I will keep your last rites, so you need not come for that. It isn't like a corpse can attend its own funeral."

Unbeknownst to you, Jin's eyes had turned red the moment he heard your father's voice. Expression so dark that it would seep into the bones of its enemies, killing them with a glance. His vampire was clawing, as if asking to be released.

His mind was silent, a storm brewing and creeping up slowly and stealthily.

Snatching the phone from your hands, he speaks. "Oh well, let's see how will you do that in front of me."

Your eyes widened as you screeched in retaliation but one look from Jin and you stopped.

His hardened gaze had you stumble back in fear. Without waiting for your dad's reply, he cuts the call. While you stand there, with your breath caught in your throat. Will he drink your blood? His eyes are red, so red that it makes you remind of the colour your blood will have. You stumble back, trying to make as much as distance as you could.

But Jin was not having it, the moment you took a step back. He has launched himself at you, his vampire senses craving your touch, the smell of your blood and your body. Pulling you against his chest, as his nose finds your throat. Taking a long whiff, he hums. His mind turning hazy, ears picking up the sudden spike in your heartbeat. The way your blood rushed against your veins was heavenly.

He could only imagine how sweet you will taste.

"Jin-n", You gasped, your fingers tightening against his arms. Nails digging into him, but it was as if nothing seemed to work.

He hums, fingers brushing against your naked thigh. As you tried to flinch away, he pushes you on the table. Your silk gown hiking up, almost exposing your undies that had you burn in shame. "Let go." Your breathing is slow, your heart unable to take this intensity.

Your skin felt hot, it felt so wrong.

"Darling," Jin purrs, but as you try to close your legs. He growls, tching at your behaviour as his knees quickly press between your thighs.

And suddenly your all too aware of how close he is to your very virgin cunt. Oh no.

His fingers tap on your skin, hot breath fanning your lips. "Your mine"

And the way your heart dropped at his voice laced in possessiveness was anything but graceful. Completely unexpected and uncalled for.

When you didn't reply, he hiked you up. Your legs dangling as your clothed cunt brushed against his knees. The friction making you squirm at the foreign feeling. Jin smirked at your lost look, "I see, we have a little liar in here."

He could tell your a virgin by the way you writhe by something as simple as this.

Oh how will he enjoy unraveling you, making you beg underneath him as you went to explore a side of yours that only he would have access to.

Your lips trembled, his vampire strength having you completely at his mercy. "I am no—

You don't even get to finish before he is moving your hips, slowly. Your breath hitching as your clit twitched at the delicious feeling your unaware of. Biting your lip, you make sure to not let any more noise escape.

Jin cooes at you, "Tell me, am I?"

You don't reply, mind hazy as your attention is caught by his gaze that attracts you like a moth to a fire.

"No man can have you, except me. Except us," He grazes your lips, as your stomach tightens at his words.

Jin smiles, as the smell of your arousal makes his eyes darken at the thought of it.

Just then, the door opens as Taehyung strides in. "Hey, Y/N are you- As he takes a whiff of your arousal, his eyes flicks towards your thighs and the very obvious position you two are in. Jin backs away, giving you space as you quickly pull your dress down. Your face burning down in shame.

Not waiting for any more embarassing moment, you head straight to the bathe.

Away from their hungry eyes that eye you as if you were a possession they would never forego of.

Amazing, will there be more ?

Armed to the Fangs series index

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

Pairing: eventual ot7 x reader

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 - coming soon!

Help me find a fic, I beg you! ;)

I'm searching for a BTS reader insert fic, here or on AO3... it's not completed but it's so good I want to read it again. Please help me ! :)

Reader is a pretty young vampire who was abandoned by her maker, so she doesn't know much. She saves Jungkook's life after he's attacked but she has to turn him.

Then she meets the rest of the group (they are pretty pissed at her at first), Jin is a super old vampire, Yoongi is a demon...

Save my fanfic addict life, I beg you 😘