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i stumbled upon this story at 3am and I've been reading it since !! The storyline is so enticing and it's becoming one of my new fave ot7 fics!! The whole masterlist is fantastic as well, so give this great author some love :))

Bleeding Butterflies part 5 - BTS OT7 Vampire au

I thought the last chapter was hard but this one is definitely the hardest so far and I had to write it twice! Every single comment, reply and ask I got helped pull me out of whatever pit I put myself in and inspired me to get this done, so thank you, I literally love you all, and I really hope you like it x

You don't know how long has passed when you open your eyes again, your head feels like it's full of stones but you force yourself up, stumbling towards the door.

You're not surprised to find it locked, banging against the wood in your groggy state, the sound of each pound sending a pulse of pain through your head. Your throat is hoarse and dry from the crying of when they left you, but you don't focus on that now, you focus on getting out. Someone would open it, one of the staff, someone would let you out.

"Ma'am we aren't allowed to open the door until we get word back from the Princes," an apologetic voice calls out to you.

Your fist pauses in the air for a moment, before coming down more forcefully than before. Open the fucking door.

"Miss L/n, we're really sorry, but we can't," another voice comes through, firmer than the one before.

You back away, head still full and drowsy, they weren't going to keep you here. You fumble in your steps to the balcony, trying the glass doors but they've locked them too. You glance around the room, turning on the spot to try and find something, anything to break the glass with, but they took precautions, they knew what you were like. The room was empty, only the bed remained.

As if that would stop you.

You quickly sit on the floor, leaning back on your elbows, kicking at the glass with your feet and all your strength, trying in vain to break it open. It's only when you glance up and outside you stop, freezing in fear. There’s a fire in the distance, and in the sky a winged beast breathing flames.

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Your feet are bruised but not bleeding, but you don’t stop kicking at the balcony door, screaming desperately for someone to let you out. You had a perfect view of the chaos that ensued outside these walls and it was breaking your hope that they were alive as each second passed.

“Please be okay, please,” you cried, begging the silent air around you to return with an answer. Instead you could hear the battle cries coming closer and closer. You fall onto your back, legs still pounding at the door. “Come on!”

You had to get out before it was too late, but what if it was already too late?

The thought has you whimpering as your tears pooled to the floor, but you refuse to let it destroy you. You couldn’t give up. You muster every ounce of strength you have left, yelling into the air as your feet kicked and kicked again, until finally the latch broke, and the balcony door opened.

There’s a silent pause as everything stills, including your breathing. You did it. You wobble as you desperately try to find your feet, falling a few times as you try to stand. You wince when your soles find the floor, but you didn’t care how bruised they were, the pain was fading now that adrenaline was fighting its way through your veins. You were going to stop this.

You drag your feet to the balcony, climbing onto the ledge with shaking legs, considering your options. If you fell and died it would stop, if you fell and hurt yourself enough to bleed it would send every being into a frenzy and someone would take you or claim you and it would be over, if you somehow managed to make it down in one piece… you’ll deal with it if you did.

You didn’t want the last thing you saw to be the chaos that raged it’s way closer and closer to you, so you turn to face your bedroom. You remember the last time Jin, Hobi and Jimin were in there with you, laughing on the bed at you about something you said. The time Yoongi sat on your bed while you were reading, obviously wanting your company but making excuses.

When did captivity start to feel like home, when did this prison start to fill you with so much warmth you didn’t want to leave it? You close your eyes, they say your life flashes before you die… but you could only see their faces. You lean back, ignoring any survival instincts you had left. You don’t open your eyes as you fall, you don’t brace yourself for the impact of the ground as it catches you.

Something wasn’t right, other than a dull pain and weight on your back and behind your knees you didn’t feel anything, were you dead?

“Are you an idiot?” your eyes fly open at the growl from the man that caught you in his arms, seething like a bull about to charge, his jaw was set and his stare pierced through you with rage but you didn’t flinch under it. You didn't care he was angry with you, he was alive.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, and he feels something he’s never felt before grip your chest as it reflected inside of his own. Traces of shock, sorrow, relief, despair, but at the forefront of it all making his demeanour soften for a moment, love.

“We’re out here fighting for your life and you do something like this?” His words come out harsh as he holds onto the anger that took over the fear of when he raced here, carrying you back inside where it was safe. Thank fuck for the bond, as incomplete as it was. “I could hear you a mile away.”

I could feel you a mile away, he wanted to say, all that anguish, he never wanted to feel it again. You didn’t hear him, words dulled as you took him in, looking over him for any form of injury or damage, relieved you couldn’t see any.

His breath hitches when your fingers come to touch his face, he couldn’t look at your face, not when you looked like that. It broke down his defences, every brick in the wall that surrounded him was turning to sand.

“You’re alive,” he can smell the tears before he sees them. Scoffing slightly to try and bring you out of this pit you were sitting in, but it dies in his throat when you take his face in both palms and bring his lips to your own. His steps stop, the world stops, and for a moment he thinks he can feel blood rush through his veins, his heart tries to pump again after being dead for so long. You’re so soft, so human it takes his breath away, lips moving against yours with a newfound urgency. He craved you for so long. This was the one thing he wanted if he made it back to you, and he took it. To his surprise you kiss him harder, hands lacing through his hair as you pull him closer. Your smell, your embrace, this is where he wanted to be.

You break away from him slowly, he tries to chase your lips for more with a whine, but you push him back gently, eyes searching his own for something he couldn't read. But he doesn't get a chance to ask you.

"Where are the others?" you ask quietly, terrified of the answer. He looks away when you do, and a vile feeling wraps around you. "Jungkook..."

He can hear you pleading in your tone, the thorns of fear piercing the muscle of your heart, he sighs before meeting your gaze again. Gone is the anger, and instead all you see is worry. He shakes his head and you grip onto his shoulder to steady yourself.

“I can’t take you to them,” he admits, swallowing air with difficulty. “They won’t be able to handle the smell, it’ll turn into a frenzy with all the beings out there, we won’t be able to protect you.”

“Please.”

He looks down, contemplating the consequences. Namjoon and Jimin had retreated with Taehyung just by the borders of the estate, he was hanging on by a thread, burns completely covered his body, they weren't healing, and he refused to drink. Maybe taking you wouldn't be the worst idea, even if Namjoon was going to kill him.

"Jungkook how bad is it?" your voice quivers, imagining the worst.

"Really bad, beautiful," he admits solemnly. "Taehyung isn't doing well, he's not healing."

You don't know who's fear or sorrow you feel in your chest, both of your emotions concocting into one as you mirrored each other.

"Take me to him," it isn't a request, you weren't asking for anything anymore, no was not an option or an answer.

"It's too dangerous," he replies sternly, "Namjoon hyung would kill me."

You take his face into your palms again, making sure he couldn't turn away from you as you felt his wavering conviction.

"I can't lose you," you confess, tears starting to well up in your gaze, "I can't lose any of you."

He presses a kiss to your temple, lingering there a moment as he contemplates the consequences, he was faster than anything out there, he could always take you and run if needed, nothing would touch you. It’s the way your thumb strokes his jaw that has him nodding.

“Close your eyes,” it’s a gentle warning, he makes sure they’re closed before he moves, cradling you close so the impact of his speed doesn’t affect you. You’re tempted to open your eyes as you feel yourself thrusted forward, but you feel safe in his arms, so for once you listen.

You only dare to open them again when you feel the air still around you, peeking out from the crevice of Jungkook’s neck as you take in your surroundings… The streets were rubble, this was only the outer edges of the estate and yet the world around it looked destroyed. He places you onto your feet when you spot three figures in the near distance, steadying you until you're stable, but you don’t look away from the bodies in front of you.

As if they could feel you Namjoon and Jimin turn to face you in shock, as the body on the ground lets out a pained groan, making your feet move towards him.

"Jungkook, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Namjoon's voice held a venom you hadn't heard before, Jimin held his breath, unable to risk taking in your smell.

You and Jungkook don't stop walking towards Taehyung, not until you do what you came to.

"I know what you're thinking, but it's not necessary," Namjoon steps in front of you both, trying to get his temper under control. He grabs your wrist as you try to walk past him, feeling the warmth of your skin. He missed it, he thought he'd never get to see you again. He looks down at your stoic features, this wasn't the reunion he imagined.

You glance at the hand holding your wrist before meeting his gaze with your defiance.

"Move," you repeat his words, using them against him in the worst way, but he doesn't relent despite the way your eyes pierce through him like a stranger, he pretends it doesn't hurt.

"He just needs a blood bag Y/n, that's it," he sounds desperate for you to leave, turning to Jungkook with rage. “How could you bring her here!”

The youngest visibly winces, and you take his hand into your free one, squeezing hard.

“I asked him to bring me,” you state matter of factly.

“Hyung needs her blood,” Jungkook mumbles pleadingly, but it makes Namjoon's nostrils flare, the anger in his blood boiling beyond control. The grip on your wrist tightens.

“No,” he breathes in complete fury. Jungkook is about to respond but you’re all surprised by the arms that wrap around the older vampire, jaws dropping visibly as Jimin’s form comes into view.

“Jimin?” Namjoon sounds startled, taking off guard for a moment. Jimin pays him no attention, turning to you with eyes dead but desperate.

“Help him.”

You nod, Jungkook grabbing the hand on your wrist and pulling it away with all his strength. They both hold onto their leader with all their might as he struggles against them, rage brewing up a verbal storm, but you ignore his voice, making your way to the unmoving figure that laid on the concrete.

He whimpers when he smells you, eyes closed tight as you take him in. Burns covered his body, open wounds, bites, scratches. The others didn’t look this bad. What the hell happened? You push down the panic as you think of the Princes you hadn’t seen yet and what state they were in. You needed to focus on Taehyung.

You don’t trust your voice to speak, you’re shaking as you fall to your knees beside him, bringing your wrist to his lips the way you did for Jungkook.

"Angel no," Taehyung cries hoarsely, moving your hand away from him despite the scent that flooded all his senses. He's on the cusp of delirium, starting to lose consciousness, he knew if he lost control of his senses he wouldn't be able to resist, he needed you to leave. Where was Namjoon? He would never allow this, he didn’t want this, he fought so hard so he wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore. He wanted to welcome death the way he should’ve a century and a half ago. Why were you here?

"Tae I can't lose you," you beg, voice barely escaping with the way your throat seized. "I can't. I-I... I can't live without you Tae, please."

He can’t find his voice, he wants to explain he felt the same. You came into their lives like a light, like one that should’ve taken them to whatever laid beyond, rather than live in this dark endless tunnel the way they have for over a century. He didn’t want that light to go out, he didn’t want it to be dark anymore, and he knew if he stayed in this existence it would. Call him selfish, call him a coward, but he couldn't go through that pain, he didn't want to live with the chance you could be taken from him.

"Tae," you call for him, voice sweet and he clamps his mouth shut to resist. You didn't know what you were doing to him, what you had done, he had never felt this way over a human, this unyielding urge to protect you, love you, touch you, have you. He kept his distance but he couldn't stay far, not when you intrigued him more than any being before, not when your warmth called to him to soothe his cold dead heart. He gravitated towards you, they all did, and they couldn't blame your smell or your blood, you bewitched them with your charm. They were bees drowning in honey.

"Taehyung," you call for him again, fingers running through his hair. Your voice had changed, it changed to that calm tone you had when you gained clarity over what you had to do, and from past experience it always was the opposite of what they wanted. It made him open his eyes, it relaxed his jaw, all in anticipation of what was swimming in that mind of yours. You smile to him, its sad, he thinks, but hopeful, almost apologetic... why would you be apologising?

"I forgive you for compelling me," you breathe, he can see the tears fall from the corner of your eyes as your smile grew. "I get it now, I'm sorry..."

He frowns, his head starting to spin faster as several poisons and venoms finally started shutting down his system, at least the last thing he sees is you, he could die content with that. The thought is enough to bring a smile on his face but it falters when a glint shines in his eyes from the object in your hand...

why did you apologise? Despite his disorientation, the object comes into view, the words of protest too slow on his lips, you take the shard of glass you found amongst the rubble on the floor, pressing it to your forefinger until beads of blood ran like rubies out from the cut.

“I’m so sorry,” it’s a whisper but your intentions were more than clear, he can see his three brothers attention snap to you both, moving towards you but it’s too late.

"N-no," but it was a mistake to speak, he gave you an opening, as the scent of the blood fruit filled the open air for every being to smell in the vicinity, you pushed your bleeding finger into his mouth so he was forced to drink. Like Jungkook had done before, you couldn't stop the apologies from leaving your mouth like a prayer. You didn’t want to do this against his wishes, but you wouldn’t lose him.

The consequences are instantaneous. He can feel life come back to him as strength filled his limbs once again, the irony he would laugh at later. In the corner of his eyes he could see a division of beings charging towards them, having gotten wind of your blood, but within a second they stopped in their tracks. No they hadn't stopped, they were moving, he could see it, but the speed was miniscule. He turned all his focus back to you and the finger you still held in his mouth, a single tear forming like morning dew on a leaf, everything was running in slow motion. Your blood, it gave him this strange ability, he didn't even know how he was doing it, he had just wanted to stop you.

He took you in, every part of you, every inch of you the way he never let himself before. Angel wasn't the right word, not by a long shot, but it was as close as he could find right now. And this taste of the blood that trickled down his throat, how did Jungkook not drain every last drop, he wanted to savour it, and with the world around him slowed down, he could.

He had wondered how their maknae refused the bond, it was almost unheard of with vampires, but now it started to make sense. How many cases had they heard of where the vampire was forced to feed? The ridicule, a human forcing her blood down their throats? It made him want to laugh humourlessly. You accepted the bond the second you gave your blood willingly, and now he had to make a choice. It wasn't as easy as saying yes or no, it was a feeling, a gut instinct, almost an unconscious decision out of his hands. Jungkook immediately rejected it because he wasn't in his right mind when he fed, he knew what he was doing was wrong, he didn’t want to hurt you.

Taehyung now was regaining his senses, his impulsive no was stopped in its tracks when the world came to a halt. It gave him time to change his mind, and as he gazed at you, he thought, was there ever another choice?

He could feel the bond form in a way no vampire had before, the vibration in his chest as if it were trying to beat his heart back to life, when in reality it was starting to echo the beat of yours, and he felt every euphoric millisecond of it. The way the feeling traveled outwards into every vein, every capillary until it took over him and you. He could feel every inch of you as if you were his own body, and he felt alive. Every cell was tuned into you, every string of his existence tied to your soul, and he could see it slowly take effect in you. The ways your eyes dilated as the feeling overwhelmed you, and he had the best seat in the house to watch it take place in a way no being had before.

He was yours, completely and utterly bound to you, and he loved it. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he didn’t have to, you'd feel it. He loves you, and he revelled in the fact this was as close two entities could be to each other. How did the witches describe it? A soul kiss. Everything he was scared of wanting, he had, and he no longer felt powerless.

“Hyung,” a startled voice breaks him out of his reverie, but he doesn’t take his gaze away from you still locked in his time spell or whatever this was. For some reason it didn’t effect the youngest. “Are you doing that?”

Taehyung takes your finger out of his mouth, licking the last drop of blood you could offer him. He nods in response to Jungkook, but refuses to look away. He watches your skin catch the sun, he could feel it’s warmth without it rendering him weak, it didn’t feel like it was burning him anymore.

“That mass of supernatural beings shouldn’t have come through that fast,” Jungkook says with worry, eyes flittering between the two of you and the hoard. “The Hyung’s…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence but Taehyung knew what would have filled it, their last defence was down, they were the last ones standing.

“Do you think you’ll be able to unfreeze Jimin and Namjoon Hyung?” He asks, biting his lips in distress as he watches the hoard as if they’d break free at any moment.

Taehyung caresses your cheek in the way he’s always wanted to but never allowed himself to before. You’re so warm, so soft. He wanted to ignore Jungkook, keep the world in this almost frozen state so he could stay with you longer, but the maknae was right, duty called.

This ability felt like a blanket he covered the area with, and in his mind he pulled it back to uncover his brothers who’s faces were still shocked.

“What the…” Namjoon’s eyes already get caught by the number of adversaries, jaws clenching with worry over how this would be overcome. Taehyung could see his eyes calculate what he and Jungkook already had, the others were gone, but they couldn’t grieve yet.

Reluctantly as they approached, he uncovered you from his time field, you audibly take a breath in at a normal rate, your tear finally let gravity take it.

“Tae,” you gasp, jaw dropping. In a second he went from walking through Death’s door to staring at you like he had never been in that state. How did it happen so quickly?

You feel something burst from your chest to your peripheral limbs, like a breath of fresh cold air in every cell not just your lungs. You loved him, you knew that from before but this, this was something else.

Every breath you took felt connected to him somehow, every inch of your skin vibrated in its urge to lessen the gap between you. You were pulled, gravity finally became tangible and it wanted you to fall into him. You thought you could feel Jungkook’s emotions but the mirror was fogged and dulled compared to this. This was crystal clear, like a reflection on the surface of calm water, but you weren’t watching it from the outside, you were submerged into him.

“New ability?” Jimin asked, breaking you out of your trance as he watched the hoard you had yet to see with Jungkook, on edge and ready just in case. Taehyung nods again, and again his eyes don’t leave you.

“What do we do?” Jungkook says, and you finally turn to see where they’re looking, terror starting to shake your bones and Jungkook and Taehyung could feel it.

“You two are currently the strongest, we stay and fight them off,” Namjoon comments, stare not breaking from the enemies. “I think we have a good chance, Jimin takes Y/n back to the estate and contacts the faeries.”

“Where are the others?” Of course your first thought would be to ask that, of course you would throw a spanner at anything Namjoon planned. You flinch as he moves his gaze to you, eyes piercing through you with rage. But there was something else there, a storm was growing in his eyes, the lighting and thunder a show to hide the rain. Your chest seized with ache, and you turned to the youngest two in question. It came from them. Jungkook doesn’t meet your gaze, Taehyung just looks at you sorrowfully.

“Where are the others?” You repeat your words in a whisper, terrified of the way they were avoiding answering. There’s a pang of pain in your chest, it’s makes you want to fall to the floor, it makes you want to scream.

“Hyung, we can go look for them with both of our abilities,” Jungkook suggests in a low pleading tone. “If we take Y/n they migh-”

“Don’t make me regret not upholding the consequences of a broken pact,” the prince replies harshly, glare now striking the maknae. “Do as your told.”

You can’t breathe, your lungs seized in anguish. Yoongi, Hobi, Jin…. No. There’s a large palm on your back rubbing softly despite his own despair, your eyes meet Taehyung’s, and you feel the bond intwine your grief together until you could no longer hold it back.

“Jimin, take Y/n,” Namjoon’s voice is thick as he pushes down his agony, he had to lead, he had to make the right choices, but as Jimin takes a step towards you he falters and falls to his knees with a groan.

“Jimin!” Choruses of his name left all your lips in worry, he clutched his side and you wasted no time lifting his shirt to see the damage. The skin was black, hard like stone and cracking. It started to spread quickly, climbing up his torso to his throat through his veins.

Namjoon falters, he can’t do this, he can’t lose his brothers. He didn’t want to use your blood but the universe kept backing him into a corner until he had no choice. He looks to you, his only hope, how ironic. He wanted to apologise, he wanted to beg you to help, he wanted you to tell him it would all be okay, but he can’t say a word.

You don’t hesitate, kneeling in front of the dying man who watched you like you were his salvation, pressing your wrist to his lips.

“Jimin, drink,” you lean your forehead against his as he takes a bite, bracing yourself for the pain. He whines as blood flows down his throat, trying to restrain himself and stop after the first gulp, he doesn’t need anymore but it tastes so good. It’s nectareous, coveting, and he wanted more.

The bond comes naturally to you both, there was no hesitation, no barriers, just a wave of light and with it a connection that tied you both together eternally. Despite the situation you were all in, you gave him a watery smile, feeling everything he’s been keeping from you, it hits you like a breeze, gentle and comforting. He loves you back.

He removes his teeth from your skin, locking at the drops of blood still trying to escape. Namjoon clears his throat beside you both, he’s torn his shirt to cover the bite. Jimin takes it from him, he wanted to do it, he didn’t want anyone else to touch you just yet.

He wraps the fabric like a bandage, apologising when you winced, and pressing a kiss to your wrist when he was done. Your breath hitches in your throat and he looks up at you to watch your reaction, not expecting to take your breath away when he does. His gaze has you squirming and for a second you both believe you’re the only ones here, there’s no oncoming danger, no need for haste or mourning. It was just the two of you for a moment, until the moment passed.

“We need to move, we don’t know how long Taehyung’s ability will last, we don’t know how many allies or our armies are left,” Namjoon presses.

“Hyung you should take her,” Jimin says, looking up at their leader carrying their lives on his shoulders. “I can stay and fight.”

Namjoon shakes his head, he couldn’t leave the youngest two, it didn’t matter if he was feeling weak, he had to stay. They had to win, they had to go find their brothers, there was no way he could leave and keep you safe with his mind in too many places.

“Jungkook should take Angel,” Taehyung suggests. “He’s the fastest.”

He contemplates it for a moment before agreeing, there’s already words of protest slipping through your mouth but they all don’t listen, they can’t, this wasn’t over.

“Come on beautiful,” Jungkook says before throwing you over his shoulder. He looks at his Hyung’s one final time, he doesn’t need to say it, they know what he’s thinking, but he says it anyway. “Be careful.”

Even with those two words there’s still so much that hanged in the air, he didn’t want to lose his brothers, he wanted them to find the others, he wanted them all to be safe.

“Princess you might want to hold onto my waist,” he chuckles, he wouldn’t go too fast, the position wouldn’t allow it, and with Taehyungs new ability he wouldn’t have to just yet. You remembered how fast he travelled last time, and heeded his warning and new pet name with your cheeks on fire, arms wrapping around his waist, ignoring the way his toned body felt against yours. Namjoon has to fight to keep his brow from rising, you listened to the maknae just fine… he’d be irritated about it later.

“Why don’t you use me as bait? If we stay together we-” you try again in vain, but your cut off.

“You never give up,” Jungkook chuckles before carrying you away.

The remaining three stand in silence, eyes meeting with more unsaid words. They turned to the swarm of creatures who had only travelled an inch closer, ready to end this.

“If Tae can keep them slow, we can take them out without getting hurt, just watch your energy, the sun’s out,” Namjoon warns.

Jimin takes a step closer to the masses, eyes narrowing and turning dark as anger floods his limbs. He has an urge, something he can’t quite explain, but he turns to his younger friend with a request.

“Can you release one of them, just one,” he asks, making them frown. “I want to try something.”

Taehyung turns to Namjoon, who nods, brows still furrowed in question. He picks a werewolf out of the bunch, being careful to unveil only him from his cloud of time manipulation. He’s only half transformed despite no full moon, an enchantment cast by the witches in his alliance no doubt.

As soon as he is out he charges towards them, unfaltering in his pace despite the abrupt change of scene. Jimin focuses on him, he wants to grab him by the neck and wring it, he wants all of his bones to break. He can almost feel his arms reach out and grab the mutt even though they’re down by his side, it feels like a shadow emerging from him and as it reaches the wolf it does exactly as he asked. There’s a howl of pain that pierces the air as he abruptly falls to the ground, body distorted into grotesque shapes as his bones break from within.

He can feel the concerned gazes of his brothers behind him, but he didn’t care, it felt good. These foul creatures had a lot to answer for, Jimin had a lot of revenge to take. The freedom you lost because of their hunting, the brothers he lost because of their greed and this war, he’d avenge it all and break limb from limb until he was satisfied. How dare anyone oppose their rule and power. How dare anyone try to take you from them.

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