#MY VAMP KOO IS ON ITS WAY!!!!

[jmdbjk]

OMG JIMIN GOT THE SUBTITLES FIXED ON WEVERSE LIVES!!!!!!

Going to watch Joon, Hobi and Yoongi’s lives now. 

That’s all. Carry on.

[kth1]

Piquant [Jungkook x Reader]

Piquant [Jungkook x Reader]

Pi-quant / adjective: having a pleasantly sharp taste or appetizing flavor.

⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​ ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Vampire AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: explicit, sub!jungkook/whiny lil thing, vamp!jk, oral (M&F), fingering, blood/blood play, biting, period blood, noona kink, adult content, bondage(M), unprotected sex, language, semi overstimulation, semi cock-warming, creampie, squirting, roommates to ?, multiple orgasms, etc ⟶ WC: 12k ⟶ Summary: Jungkook is your awesome roommate who also happens to be a vampire. There’s nothing wrong with that of course, even with the playful tactics he does to fluster you. Until you realize those quipping taunts meant more than he led on. ⟶ Teaser: “He savored your flavor; his mouth finally got the taste it has been curious about for a long time now. He wanted more before his taste-testing was over, and he knew exactly how to get it.” ⟶ Author’s note: Hello everyone, this story is a precious gift to @jkeuphoriadreamland​ – as Yoly fully enjoys a bit of a whiny brat version of Jungkook. And NOONA KINKS. I tried my best to write him as a sub, and I truly hope you enjoy this fic. Nervous as all hell because you are a wonderful, glorious writer; and gifting you a fic of my own makes me kasdjhf. Anyways, this is unedited bc reasons - I had fun being your Peach Peep and writing this for you! (I didn’t mean to make it as long as it did… oops. xoxo)

“You smell pretty tasty.”

“Well, I’m not!” You retorted.

“Let me have a quick taste? That’s all I’m asking for.” Jungkook requested.

“Koo, no! You have plenty of bottles of blood in the fridge – just heat some up.”

Jungkook snorted with disgust, “Tch, that blood is synthetic. It’s not as good as straight from the source.” His finger trailed up the inside of your wrist, his body taking a step closer to yours.

You snatched your wrist back to yourself quickly, glaring up at your pest of a roommate. “Oh no no no – Jeon! You stop that!” Jungkook took another step, a grin present on his sculpted face. You respond with a pointed finger, raising your eyebrows in question. He wanted to play this game again.

“But Noona, please!” He whined with a pout. The vowels drawing out with the sentence with a childish tone, but his eyes shared something deep and dark. Thirst.

“I am not your bloodbag Jeon Jungkook!” your accusatory finger now prodding his chest.

“True, you’re not. But you are my friend.” He smiled, cupping your hands in his, “friends help another out.” He let out a little giggle when he saw your flustered face.

You scoffed, laughing as your roommate continued to plea. “You don’t need help! You have blood in the kitchen! B negative to be exact. It’s a fresh stock!” You shooed him, ushering him to turn around and pushing him towards the opening of the kitchen.

“Noona!” he droned again.

Oddly enough, Jungkook adored using this nickname towards you. Even though he is a hundred and something years older than you, his ripened age of vampire is in his early twenties – when he was changed into one, he found it humorous to call you Noona because your human years have surpassed his frozen age. Thus resulting, in his mind, you being ‘older’ than him. That, and the fact you get flustered up over the nickname.

There’s no doubt in your mind that your pesky little vampire friend could overpower you at any second if he really wanted to, but there was a firm alliance between the two of you. He has control over his hunger after all, he’s not a savage. Just because Jungkook is a vampire doesn’t mean he was a monster. For years vampires have lived among the human race, they aren’t out to rule the world or anything. Just trying to survive like every other creature.

Still, he and you were good friends. Actually, when you first met him you developed one of the biggest crushes on the mysterious vampire – but that feeling subsided drastically when you realized more about his lifestyle.

The two of you met through friends of friends. Trustworthy, as you had his back and he had yours. And now, you two shared an apartment in the busy city of Seoul, making ends meet as he works at the local vamp lounge, being a bartender. You wallow yourself forever in an office desk job providing customer service over a phone and through your computer.

“I swear to god if you ask me one more time, I’m going to throw my silver jewelry at you!” you threatened. “And stop calling me Noona!”

He scrunched his nose, annoyed at your rejection. “Ahh, you’re no fun.” He grumbled under his breath, turning away and departing towards the kitchen.

“It’s my blood! My property!” you yelled to the back of his dark ruffled hair, watching it sway with each of his steps before it vanished behind the wall.

“Then stop bleeding around me! Don’t get another paper cut and I wouldn’t ask!” he shouted from the other room.

The shuffling noises from the fridge to the microwave was audible enough to hear. A hint that he’s reheating a bottle of blood. Luckily for him, you were nice enough to stop by the convenience store on your way back home to pick him up a fresh batch of blood. Picking up his favorite flavor for his special acquired taste.

You looked down at the coffee table that was littered with a pile of mail, some ripped open and some still untouched. Your eyes darted at the piece of envelope that was sharp enough to break through your skin and cause a nasty little cut. You mentally scolded the piece for causing a stinging pain in your index finger. The irony of the rent notice cutting into your wallet was the act paper that cut into your flesh.

With your hand still close by, you examined the cracked cut that adorned a leaky line of red with a bead of blood threatening to drip off. “Wouldn’t ask.” You mocked Jungkook, speaking to yourself. “Oh please – you’re such a begger.” You sucked on your finger, attempting to take the small sting away and ridding your blood while you continued to reorganized the mail on the table.

The audible footsteps of Jungkook resonated as he approached back in the living room, bottle attached to his mouth. You glanced over your shoulder to see what was up with his lingering, and he answered your gaze with narrowed cut, stink-eyes. Sipping bitterly hard on his warm thick fluid drink, he rolled his eyes and continued down towards his bedroom.

He heard what you said.

Jungkook was gone, a scheduled vacation to meet up with some old friends for the weekend. You have the whole apartment to yourself for once, and during this time you had an untimely visit from your aunt flow. It tainted your mood, unwanted pains and cramps forcing you out of whack. Your weekend consisted of kissing your lips to Ben & Jerry’s selection of ice cream flavors, watching movies and downing your own dosage of Advil and other pain killers.

The apartment wafted with your heady scent. Something you couldn’t pick up with human smell alone but to a vampire like Jungkook, he could pick it up instantly. Like a shark in a water, he can catch whiff of all kinds of scents with those advanced heightened senses.

You were fast asleep in dreamland, a heating pad atop your stomach that lulled your cramps at an ease. Curse the world that during this period, your cramps were ungodly painful, and you felt like complete and utter shit.

What you didn’t know was that your roommate had decided to cut his group hang out short – coming back home in the middle of the night. Not like he couldn’t come and go as he pleased – it was his house too. But tonight, it was slightly… different.

He stepped up the stairwell in the apartment complex, fidgeting with the ring of keys in hand. A strange smell entered his nose, something foreign yet so similar to him. It forced him to halt his actions, standing still while looking down the corridor. It was coming from this floor – his floor.

Jungkook reached level 3, turning his way down to his apartment with the scent leading him all the way to the front door. A succulent aroma enticing him, ticking his hunger. He soon realized that sweet pungent smell that he zoned into was your scent – your blood was lingering in the airway in a heavy dosage.

“Oh fuck!” he unlocked the apartment door in a rush, speedily running in as fast as the bulk of your musk entered his sinuses. Immediately Jungkook thought the worst, thinking something happened to you; you were hurt and bleeding out. Were you okay? Why are you bleeding?

His feet brought him to your bedroom door, “Y/n! Y/n!?” he’s frantic. The moment Jungkook busted your bedroom door open almost off its hinges, he was relieved to see you intact and unharmed – seeing your body sprawled out across your mattress fast asleep.

But the sudden commotion jolted you up out of your slumber, the booming sound of your door flinging open and Jungkook’s voice calling out your name startled you.

“Kook?” You whipped your head towards him, a groggy voice to match your terrible bedhead you sported.

“Shit, sorry! Fuck, I didn’t mean to wake you! I just – I,” his thoughts were cut off, that rambling of his mouth seized when you shifted yourself on the bed, rolling the comforter around. The blanket that sealed the majority of your scent now accidentally releasing in a wave, the sweet tangy smell hitting Jungkook face first.

His hand latched to his nose, plugging his ability to smell you any further. Internally he was fighting his natural urge to go for it, to have a taste of this juicy aroma that was causing his mouth to water and fangs to sharpen. This impulse was worse than any other time, like when you got papercuts or accidentally nicked yourself with a knife. You always had a peculiar smell, something that made him curious, and now he’s invested.

He knows he needs to leave the area, go get himself a bottle of blood or find a unfortunate prey on the street, quickly. He can’t touch you; he shouldn’t touch you – but god do you smell so good and your scent was incredibly inviting.

His backpack slunk off his shoulder to the floor with a thud, the intoxicating smell was so deadly that it was forcing a haze of thirst run over him. “I thought you were hurt.” He confessed.

You rubbed your eyes to remove any forming crusts, “Hurt? What? I’m not hurt. That’s why you woke me up?”

Jungkook shook his head, staring over at your confused and puzzled face. “N – no Y/n, you’re bleeding. Like a lot.”

It took moments for you to register what he was implying. Widening your eyes when you finally came to realization. “Oh no… shit. Sorry Koo. I’m fine I swear.”

You scurried, flipping the covers over you to witness a decently large stain that had accumulated through your night shorts. You bled through your bottoms, something you haven’t done in years, yet mother nature is always good at being unpredictable. You sighed, face palming yourself to how you practically ruined the fabrics and it will take a miracle to clean them completely.

Jungkook froze, all instincts fighting to break free the moment his sensory eyes laid on the darkened patch that decorated between your legs. His fist tightened; his body completely stiff with blown out eyes. “Run Jungkook, fucking run.” He ordered himself internally.

You carefully moved your body around, attempting not to get any more blood on your sheets. Thankfully you didn’t have any cramps right now. Typically, you were very cautious around your roommate during times like these. Plugging yourself up with tampons from beginning to end of your cycle, refusing to stay around him or the apartment for too long, even he would take time away to give you your space. It was out of respect for another, established as a primary rule before you two signed your contract to the apartment.

As you hobbled closer towards the door in which Jungkook stood, you couldn’t understand why he refused to move out of your way.

“Kook, I have to go to the bathroom.” You seek to brush pass him but Jungkook’s hand snatched your arm – grip strong.

In a slow raspy voice, he breathed, “Noona.”

You blinked up at him, watching a flicker of red flash over his darkened orbs. You felt caught, trapped by his intense stare. His build was larger than yours, almost menacing when his body hardened to block the frame of the doorway.

“Jungkook… relax…” You felt the temperature of your body shift. Should you be worried? Scared? Embarrassed?

“I can’t.” his other hand held onto your free arm, slowly backing you away from the door with trembling steps. His eyes frantically searched your face, pupils wide while the chocolate brown of his eyes shaded to a vibrant red.  

His eyes were demanding, a scare or warning that there was no going back from this. You’ve witnessed this look before when you visited the bar he worked at, when his eyes catch onto a delicious treat in the crowd. It won’t be easy to escape this situation. Jungkook was invested in getting what he wanted, what he was craving…

“This – this would be weird. It’s – Jungkook listen to me for a second.” The back of your legs touched the edge of the bed. “Jungkook!”

He hummed, glossing his eyes over you once more. His tone beckoning you to continue.

“This is period blood!”

He shrugged, rubbing his hands along the expanse of your arms, not allowing you to sit down just yet. He can feel the warmth of your body, how you are much warmer than usual. “It’ll just taste a little off. It’s not like I haven’t had it before.”

“Ew, Kook! No that’s gross! Like, do vampires actually enjoy? This?” You tried wiggling yourself out of his grasp. But he stepped closer – closing whatever distance there was between the two of you. You swallowed thickly, feeling quite intimidated and small under his presence. But you took note, his tight chest now flexed in front of you and hands held firm to your arms as if he was holding onto dear life.

“Y/n.” Jungkook whispers, leaning closer to your head. His phantom breath tickled the shell of your ear, “Please let me have a taste. Can I please…?”

It sounded so sensual coming from him. A shiver running down the base of your spine from the odd request. His hands now ghosted your hips, fingers etching a tingly sensation into your exposed skin. He carefully played with the waist band of your shorts – dipping a finger under it in a teasingly way.

Jungkook was controlling himself to all extremes. He knows he can’t attack you the way his nature wants him to, you’re his friend after all. He shouldn’t be stalking towards you like this. He cannot ruin you the way you’re ruining him right now. But he’s surely thinking about it.

You felt shy, nervous but oddly turned on by your roommate’s intimidation. All his persistence, his pleading whines slowly getting to you. You should feel disgusted – right? The idea of blood, your blood, your period blood, being taste tested by your friendly vampire. Which makes you question yourself even more when you tell Jungkook, “Okay…”

You’re shocked and so was Jungkook. Your confirmation is all he needed to hear, so he didn’t need to stop his action of snaking his hand down your shorts, slowly trailing his fingers towards your core.

A small gasp escaped him the moment the freshly soaked patch on your undies came in contact with the pad of his index finger. The urgency of pushing his finger down onto the cloth to collect whatever residue he could overwhelmed him.

It was an odd feeling – your roommate exploring his wondering hand down your shorts. What you didn’t expect was how it still felt somewhat good. The sudden contact of your lady bits now getting attention not by your own hand, but of someone else’s. Causing your body to jump with a sexual alert and now you’re the one holding onto Jungkook’s arms as if you were going to buck under him.

Jungkook brought his fingers back up to meet his face as he inspected the redden stain that now coated the tips of his digits. A strange manner – something no human in their right mind would do – Jungkook sniffed at your remainder. Naturally this would be so revolting for a human. But Jungkook is a blood-sucking vampire. Any form of human blood wired him up and he lived off of it, literally.

You watched him with your bottom lip between your teeth. You watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and exhaled a very audible groan thought his nose.

“Fuuuuck, Noona…” his tongue dragged between his fingers, then lips to savor the flavor. Suddenly his hand disappeared back to the waistband of your shorts, this time less hesitantly now. “You tasted like this all along?” He speculated while advising you to sit down, tugging harshly at your bottoms.

You nervously fumbled trying to catch his hands before he could hoist your bottoms off. He was fast, desperate for more. “Kook! You said a taste!” you squealed.

“I’m not finished tasting!” he growled. A more aggressive side taking over his demeanor. In his swift act of removing your bottoms you heard the ripping of seams. Fabrics pulling apart. Then your used panties and shorts were discarded off to the side – there was no saving them now.

Jungkook held your hands, staring down at your now pinched thighs that hid his juicy treat. He can sense your uncertainty, your nervousness – so he tried to look as apologetically pleading as possible while kneeling down in front of you. “Noona – please!” The pitch of voice didn’t match the way of his eyes that stared you down. “I’ll make it feel good, I promise. Just let me show you!”

He shoved his face between your knees, attempting to pry your legs apart, that strong scent now mere inches away from his mouth. Jungkook couldn’t control his hunger any longer, not when there was free blood just asking to be eaten.

It was almost pathetic at how desperate Jungkook was being, wiggling his head further into you. His eyes glowing pure red as they fixated at the crack between your thighs. He dragged his lips across your skin, planting reckless open mouth kisses. The sight of your roommate on his knees for you sparked a deep desire within your core.

“Kook! Let’s talk about this!” You flushed as you pinched your thighs as tight as possible. Jungkook’s hands firmly held yours still. He grunted at your resounded rebuttal, pleading more with a high pitch – needy whine.

He wasn’t listening, he couldn’t hear you as his hunger took over his senses. His throat felt dry though his mouth watered for your flavor. Heat embedded into your cheeks, rocking a wave down to your bundle of nerves. You squeaked at the shifting movements of Jungkook wedging his face even more. “Kook is this even right?!”

Complete turmoil ran through your mind – you’re sharing yourself with your friend. Someone you had a crush on, and now that attraction crept back up. An act that you two have never experienced before. This wasn’t your average ‘oh here take some blood from my wrist’ situation. Jungkook was aiming for more than just a snack and it didn’t seem like the vampire didn’t mind what-so-ever.

“I’m okay with it Noona – are you?” He nipped your leg lightly, slowly dragging his now sharpened fangs on the soft skin. His lips formed a pout as he looked up at you with reddened puppy-dog eyes. “I won’t bite you.”

Everything about this situation seemed so wrong, but Jungkook was making it sound so right. You never realized how the excitement of the situation was causing your chest to rise erratically, an ache in your core now persistently present and you swore the puddle down below wasn’t just blood now.

You were nervous and body slightly shaking. It’s late, it’s wrong, this whole circumstance entirely dangerous. But that didn’t stop your body acting on its own accord by widening your legs just enough for Jungkook’s head to slip in. A spark lit bright in Jungkook’s eyes when he laid them upon your dirty flower, the sight looking as appetizing as ever.  

“Yeah.” You breathed. “It’s okay with me. Don’t bite me or so help me god –“

“I won’t.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to slide himself in – licking up the blotches of blood that escaped onto your inner thighs. The sensual feeling of his tongue tracing patterns around your pussy.

Lewd noises came from Jungkook, devouring your juice as if it was the best meal on Earth. Satisfaction releasing through his nose that moment the flat of his wet muscle licked up between your lips, flicking at the tip of your clit.

He released your hands as he felt you ease into him, moving them to your upper thighs to kneed lovely circles into them.

“Oh!” you moaned. Your fingers carded though his hair – head nestled deep between your legs. “Koo-!”

He grinned against your sex. A slight giggle escaped his lips, “Yes, Noona?”

Jungkook looked up at you through his eyelashes and with a cock of his eyebrow, mouth entrapping your cunt. He flicked his tongue up you once more just to see your reaction.

You shuttered – back landing onto your mattress. You openly sighed with a ridged breath. The dangerous mouth of Jungkook eating you up like it was his job. “Fuck, Kook.” You giggled at your shameless moans. The feeling of bashfulness creeping up on you from enjoying the sensation, those disgusting thoughts fading away against the immense pleasure. Stimulation being particularly focused on your small bundle of nerves, especially when Jungkook sucked on it.

The mess that dressed your cunt was most definitely already cleaned up by now. But Jungkook continued to pleasure you in return – after all he did say he’d make it feel good.

He savored your flavor; his mouth finally got the taste it has been curious about for a long time now. He wanted more before his taste-testing was over, and he knew exactly how to get it.

“Let me thank you, Y/n…” he purred.

Snaking his fingers under you, he teased the pads of his digits around your entrance. Prodding slowly along with the rhythm that his tongue set. Your cunt clenched around the insertion of two of his fingers that eased in effortlessly.

You allowed him to have a taste and now he wanted to repay you back by giving you a treat you won’t forget. You gasped for air the moment Jungkook’s fingers curled up into the thicket of your inner walls, pressing long drawled out strokes against it.

Your hips bucked, jerking up into the wild tongue of Jeon Jungkook. It was sinful the way he ate you out, and even at the right angle you felt the sharp of his fangs that threatened to dip into you. His word was true, he wasn’t going to bite you, just clean you up.

With the constant thrusts of his vicious digits, he was also swiping out any hording residue of your unfortunate mishap that got you two in this situation in the first place. Of course, this luscious taste is distinct, but Jungkook can also relish in the flavor of your natural essence that extracted from your cunt. And the mix of these two delectable tangs together soon made their way to the top of Jungkook’s palate.

Your body tightened, the sudden rush of your climax rushing through you as goosebumps rise across your skin. The fist you steadily held in his hair, tightened. Your back arched off the mattress, Jungkook’s hand holding your hips securely down.

Vibrations ran through your body while you moaned Jungkook’s name, creaming all over his face. He groaned in return, lapping up every inch of you.

He leaned back, removing his mouth and fingers. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, Jungkook peered up at you with constraint. You remained laying, staring at the ceiling and feeling completely washed out. That just happened? You had one of the best orgasms of your entire life all because Jungkook was thirsty?

“You good, Y/n?” A mousy voice drew your attention out of your thoughts, back down at the man who hesitantly stood up. His hands moved your legs back together, and he assisted you to sitting back up right on the edge of the bed.

You nodded, reserving your thoughts for another time as you looked up to Jungkook. His eyes were no longer blood-lust red but instead his wide doe-eyed nuisance you’re oh-so used to seeing. They wouldn’t be so annoying if they didn’t work on you, but they did. Every. Damn. Time.

“I’m good, Kook! Uh – thank you.” Your expression of gratitude stammered out of your mouth faster than you could think.

Jungkook murmured under his breathe, but it was loud enough to hear the “Yeah, of course.”

Oh boy. You can feel it – the awkwardness setting in.

Before there were any more unsettling silences between the both of you, you spoke up. “I should really get myself cleaned up, if you can excuse me, I should really go to the bathroom.”

With that announcement you scurried, more like dashed yourself to the bathroom that was adjacent to your room. Leaving Jungkook to stand in your bedroom bewildered. He glanced down over at your discarded ripped bottoms that lay lifeless on the floor, still stained with your pungent aroma. He faltered battling with his inner thoughts when his lips quivered ever so slightly.

“Fuck.” He seethed the profanity through his teeth while palming over his groin.

It’s been a week since the misadventure that happened between your roommate and you. Determined, you choose to take the path of act-like-everything-is-fine. Nothing was wrong, no of course not. Right?

You had a full week to dwell on these thoughts, by yourself. No interests in opening your mouth about it to your best friends, or any random stranger at a bar or even the same clerk you run into at the convenience store every now and then.

So what – you let Jungkook have a taste of your blood? You’re an adult, and it was perfectly fine! He needs blood to live anyways – if anything you were doing him a favor! So, you told yourself…

But strangely enough after that night, after the mind-blowing orgasm that left your core fluttering for days even at the thought of that night, Jungkook distanced himself from you. No matter how many times you addressed him to partake in a casual event that the two of you normally participated in like enjoying a movie on the couch, having drinks together, running to the store or even playing one of his blasted videogames – Jungkook declined more than often. It was always.

Jungkook was hardly to be seen, stating he picked up more shifts at the lounge or hanging out with others. Meanwhile his nights remained occupied, and your days were busy with your office job – it caused more of a space between the two of you. When his actions persisted, you couldn’t help but think there was something wrong.

By day four of post orgasm those flooded doubts came running in. What you two did wasn’t right, you fucking knew it. Jungkook must have known it too. “This totally fucked up everything didn’t it?” It’s the only excuse you could devise with the series of events.

Now day seven you sat there in the middle of the couch; legs crossed over another as your foot impatiently tapped in the air. It’s been exactly a week from that treacherous night, and the more you thought about the risky behavior you both endured, the more it couldn’t escape your mind. You’re putting too much effort into something that shouldn’t be minded.

At least, that’s what Jungkook was doing – right? Not minding the incident…

With a glass of wine in hand, you sipped with resent as your flickered through the list of movies to preoccupy yourself with. Something needed to stand out, something to distract you from your irritated mindset. Maybe a comedy, maybe some horror with a bit of action?

You settled for something, clicking play and started up towards the kitchen. Swallowing the remains of your glass in honor of filling it right back up to the brim. In the course of your tipping the wine bottle into your cup, watching the dark liquid pour out of the nozzle so fluidly, you heard the entrance of your apartment open up.

That can only be one person – Jungkook.

Placing the bottle of wine back down on the counter, you turn with a full glass in hand. You walked out of the kitchen to be met with the emptying of the living room once again. Jungkook must have bee-lined it straight to his room.

A sudden rage rose up within you, not particularly enjoying this cold-shoulder act Jungkook insisted on giving. You want to confront him; you’re getting tired of this odd behavior and if there was an elephant in the room that refuses to leave then you will kick it out with all your might.

“Jungkook!” You hollered, feet stepping down the narrow hallway towards his room that was hidden in the very far end. “Kook!” Your voice belted his name a few more octaves higher.

Your knuckles contacted his bedroom door, tapping against the wood. “Can you open up?”

Through the wood you can hear the rummaging of Jungkook throughout the room. He was ransacking his drawers, the sound of his chair wheeling back and forth as his steps moved to and fro. “I’m busy right now.”

A stern huff escaped your lips. To calm yourself you took a long swig of your wine, hoping it cooled you down – or even give you more of a liquid courage to speak up.

“It will only take a minute!” You barked.

He didn’t reply back to you, but instead he continued to rustle around his room for god only knows what. With this indication, you felt peeved and your hand was fast to the doorknob. Twisting the handle fast enough to fling the door open so you can face him.

Jungkook was in the midst of tucking in his black fitted button up shirt, belt still hanging loose through the loops. Matching with his black sleek trousers and set of tuxedo shoes that went along with the monochromatic attire for work. For a brief moment, your mind zoned in on how Jungkook would look… when not just dressing, but undressing. That thought bubble was popped abruptly when he whipped his head in your direction and yelled at you.

“I said I was busy!” he repeated, tone fully capturing the blunt of his attitude.

“Jungkook, come on you’ve been avoiding me all week.” You inclined.

Jungkook ruffled out the last bits of his shirt, tapering it into the band of his pants. He fastened his belt security along his waist with the clinks and clacks. “I’m late Y/n. I don’t have time for this.” Jungkook breezes past you towards the bathroom with his stationary bag lugged over his shoulder. He eyes himself in the mirror, tidying up his hair and quickly rinsing his mouth with mouthwash.

Your feet pattered to the bathroom door, now leaning your body against the frame of the entrance. You can notice the harsh side-eye you receive from Jungkook, but you pay no attention in giving a reaction to it. “Kook, what did I do for you to avoid me? Was it because of what happened?”

There was sadness laced inside your voice, but it was taken over by puzzlement. You were just concerned, what happened to the dynamic between the two of you? Why can’t Jungkook even look you in the eyes half the time and run away to steer clear of you?

He spit his mouthwash into the skin, checking his teeth in the mirror for any imperfections. He shimmied the other string of his bag on to his other shoulder and turned to leave the bathroom, seeing that you now stood in his way he gave you an uneasy glare. “Move.”

“What the? No! –“ you protested. Your finger jotted out towards him, “Stop avoiding me!”

He can tell by the flare of your nostrils that you were fuming, and your tone of voice rising with each word you spoke only added to the obvious fact that you were indeed pissed. If it wasn’t for the clear sight that you’re holding up a cup full of alcohol, he’d most definitely would have smelt it lingering off of your breath. Jungkook attempted to grab the glass of wine out of your hand, assuring you that “you probably drank too much already.”

“Hey! – No, give me that!” You argued, holding tight with your fingers circling around the base. He’s shuffling around, pulling at your wrist to let go of the damn thing, but it was when his hand latched over yours that covered the base an unexpected shatter echoed in the apartment.

Wine spilled between the two of you, decorating the bathroom floor and your feet with the murky dark liquid. Pieces of bladed glass scattered around, and you winced when you felt the sudden jab of a shard that dug itself into your palm.

You yelped, jumping back in surprise and pain. You held your hand out, outstretching your fingers to see the blossoming of red liquid leaking from the shard. “Fuckin’ hell!”

“Shit! Y/n, I’m sor –“ Jungkook cut himself mid-sentence after reaching out towards you. The blood oozing out from that blade of glass was spilling out your sweet tasteful scent, and it wired Jungkook. His inner thirst now aroused.

Pain was plastered over your face as you ripped the piece out from your palm. You pressed firmly against the open wound, looking at the mess that is now below you. Glass everywhere and wine seeping into the cracks of the tiles.

Your eyes met up with Jungkook’s just as he was pushing pass you, down the hall and out the front door. Astonished at Jungkook’s utter rude mannerisms, you held your mouth wide open. He just up and left you in the middle of a mess that was caused by him. That you now have to clean up after taking care of this fresh cut inside the palm of your hand.

And he still didn’t answer your questions.

Another week went by with your poor attempts of consulting Jungkook and him avoiding you like the plague. And with the last ‘real’ incidence where the two of you spoke more than a few syllables, you ended up with a fresh cut to your hand and having to mop and sweep up glass shards and your favorite flavored wine off of the floor. And at this point, you felt like you were avoiding him just as much.

The animosity in the air between the two of you went down a gruesome hill. Tumbling down into smithereens where neither one of you can easily look at another. Jungkook still remained busy as ever, staying out of the house only until you leave for work. The only things that made you know he was still alive was the empty blood bottles left in the sink, the shower curtain being tossed every-which-way, and the half-hazard filing through your piled up mail when he picked out his belongings and left yours disorganized.

Needlessly to say, Jungkook stressed you the fuck out. You were bending to his routines, you were seeking shelter away from him, and all casual activity between the two of you completely vanished. Your confusion turned into spiteful hatred, wanting to smack your roommate upside the head.

Now you’re on week three of roommate-distancing. Your room became your safe haven. The living room was a crossfire full of casualties. The kitchen is a death wish. And the bathroom became your secret chamber when you needed to relax with a steamy relaxing shower and your bubbly loofah.

All this time, your mind already grew curious about Jungkook. There was no way you can repress your emotions when it came to him completely shutting you out. But you did stop remembering that night that turned the sequence of things between the two of you. You wanted to forget; you don’t want to think about it – ever.

You spent weeks dwelling over this roommate dilemma, and it tainted your mood entirely. Your job lacked enthusiasm, your tv didn’t please you enough after watching the same junk over and over. Tonight, you felt appropriate to go out for the night, treat yourself. Because you out of all people know you deserve some fun after the bullshit you are handling.

Fuck it – you’re going to the bar.

Pleather jeans hugged your legs, a blouse that you had tucked in lays low on the neckline flaunting your clavicles and upper chest. You jeweled yourself with a silver body chain that connected at your neck and dipped down between your breasts underneath your shirt. To top of your rocking outfit, you selected your best pair of open-toed red high heels lacing up the front and pinning up half of your now curled hair.

After finishing off the last touches of your make-up you gave yourself a quick look over in your standing mirror. Amused with your selection of attire you gave yourself one last twirl before grabbing your purse and heading out your front door.

You just needed time out, grab yourself a few drinks. There’s no shame of going to the bar alone, plus you enjoyed becoming acquainted with the bartenders here and there. It always gave you a sense of comfort knowing, even though it’s apart of their job, you can vent to them about your worries.

The Snake Pit, a clever yet sinister name for a bar tended to be one of your favorite hot spots to visit. Not only it had a dancefloor and an elongated bar that stretched to the full extent of a wall, electro pop music, and it had its own special feng shui to it.

Heel’s clacking against the hard-wooden floor beneath you, you strutted yourself over to an available seat by the bar. You smiled sweetly at the oncoming bartender who was headed your way, “Hey there! It’s been a while hasn’t it, Y/n?”

You handed over your card to the young chipper male who gleamed down at you, “Open a tab for me please. I’ll start with a mojito, Jin.”

“One Mo-Jin-To coming right up!” he smiled, whipping around to grab the appropriate glasses and mixtures. You bobbed your head to the music waves as you checked out the crowds around you. It was packed here tonight, and you’re happy to see people enjoying a great time.

“How’s it been?” Jin questioned after placing the glass on a coaster in front of you. He leaned in resting his elbow against the bar. Jin was a notorious little flirt, but with good intentions. He just wanted to make his customers as happy as possible – or maybe just enjoyed swooning the ladies to give him better tips.

“It’s… alright. Been better. Just needed to blow off some steam. And of course, I came to visit my favorite bartender. Can’t ever forget a face like yours.” You laughed along with Jin, taking a quick sip of your drink. “Oh? You made it a strong one.” You gave him a thumbs up, “yup, definitely my favorite bartender.”

Jin responded with a playful wink before leaning back up to assist other customers who beckoned for his attention. “Let me know when you need round two!”

And round two came sooner than later. Possibly drink three being concocted as you continued to sip down your mojitos like they were juice. When you grabbed your freshly made glass, you made your way to the dance floor to find some fun.

Within the course of an hour the beat of the music picked up drastically. Bodies swayed left and right in formations, lights flickering and buzzing around your sights. You were so into the rhythm that your hips moved naturally to the tunes.

Until a hand grabbed at your waist, turning you slightly towards them. A man slightly taller than you and maybe just as tipsy as you decided to take his chance on dancing with a pretty lady. “Hey!” he slurred over the loud music. “Let’s dance?”

His invitation wasn’t much of an invite, considering that he was already dancing along with you. But you accepted with a wide smile, urging him to come closed so you could relax your arm around his shoulder as you continued to drink. “Might as well, it is a dancefloor.” You giggled.

The bar felt like you were playing musical chairs with suitor on suitor. Eventually your drink vanished completely, and you were on your third dance with another random, but handsome, stranger.

“You smell just as pretty as you look.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, rocking his pelvis into your backside. His hands found a home on the curve of your hips, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his confession.

“That’s got to be one of the better pickup lines.” You hummed. “I’ve heard worse” you teased as you whipped yourself around in place, now placing your hands through the man’s hair. It was thick and hardened with some sort of product. You glanced around at the bar, noticing your favorite bartender flirting along with an innocent girl that sat right in front of him. A couple having a heavy make-out session just a few feet away from their interaction.

But you found a spare seat that was left empty, a motivation for you to go back for another drink? Or just relax from dancing since you felt like you needed a break.

“That’s not very nice,” the man prodded. Nudging your head aside so he could place a tender kiss against your neck.

With reflex you jerked your body away, avoiding the man and pushing him away. “No thank you.”

As you were turning on your heel, the male stepped close to you once more. Arm linking around your body, “Where do you think you’re going? Thought we were dancing?” He grinned eerily, an odd ominous vibe now shining from him.

Your hands came up to shove him away, but there was a movement in a blink of an eye that you didn’t catch. Maybe your vision was impaired, but you could have sworn you were just in the clutches of this man, and now he stands five feet away from you with a bewildered look.

“Back off.” A low grumble resounded next to you, a face popping into your perception. Jungkook?!

Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, grinding his teeth against another as the muscles flexed on the sides of his jaws. His arm was now linked around your waist, holding you close to him.

“What the fuck man?”

“She said ‘no’, didn’t she?” Jungkook challenged the man, stepping in front of you now to face the male. From here you can see his back tensed up under his dark t-shirt. You couldn’t comprehend the duel going on between the two, or maybe you couldn’t hear over the voluminous blaring of techno beats.

When the male fled the dancefloor, Jungkook turned to look at you. “What the fuck Kook!” You blurted. He was taken aback for a second, confused why you’re all of a sudden yelling at him. “Excuse me? Shouldn’t you be thanking me!?”

“Not that. I don’t care. But what the actual fuck?!”

All your pent up and inner rage towards your roommate from the past few weeks was making you hostile. Even seeing his face stirred you up to the point you wanted to hit him for being so idiotic.

“Y/n, seriously. Not right now. I just need to get you out of here. Please.” He grabbed your elbow, leading you a few feet before you tugged back on your arm.

“No!” Your hand gripped around his wrist, trying your damn near hardest to pull him off of you. “You need to explain right the fuck now!” You stomped your feet, throwing a small tantrum.

Jungkook’s patience was very thin, especially when it came to drunk you. He stepped closer, tugging your body next to his. “Fucking listen to me for a second, dammit. I need to get you out of here. I’ll talk to you when we’re outside.” He spat back at you.

“Why?” You rebutted, glaring up at his face.

“Cause you’re fucking bleeding, Y/n! And if it wasn’t for me that sleazy vampire would have had you for dinner!” He bit back. Both him and you were bickering back and forth, drawing attention from surrounding bystanders.

“What’ do you mean I’m ‘bleeding’” you air quoted with your fingers. You belted out an obnoxious laugh. Your unpleasant emotions were getting the better of you – resulting in making an ass out of yourself when all your roommate was trying to do was help you out. “Next thing you’re gonna say is that we’re friends too, right?”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared, his brows raised as high as they can reach. You were acting quite absurd and he didn’t understand what had gotten into you. “Y/n, I can fucking smell you.” He seethed out the words through his teeth. That’s when you noticed his fangs were now elongated and sharp. Jungkook wasn’t joking around.

A moment of realization kicked in and your eyes widened. “Wait, really?” You trembled.

“Yes. Now let’s get you out of here.” Jungkook escorted you through the crowd, hand now holding yours. The two of you quickly grabbed your tab from your helpful bartender while Jungkook looked out for any wondering eyes. If both he and that strange vampire could smell you, he was sure others can too.

Jungkook followed close behind you, being extra protective while scanning the areas outside on the way back to your apartment. When the two of you made it about four blocks down in complete silence, besides the sound of your heels hitting the concrete below, you decided to chirp up. “You said we’ll talk outside. So, talk.”

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?”

Your feet came to a halt, twisting your neck to look at Jungkook who walked a few paces behind you. “Seriously? You can’t imagine anything, not one thing, as to what I want to talk about?”

Jungkook ignored your stare, dismissing the obvious topic of interest by responding with. “Well, it’s easy for a vampire to tell another vampire apart. For one, they don’t have a heartbeat. So, when I saw him up on you, I grew curious.” A smug little grin pulled up on Jungkook’s face.

You balled your hands into fists, frustration pulling on every nerve in your body. “Don’t play coy with me! Stop. Fucking. Ignoring. Me. Jungkook.” You marched yourself right up to where he stood, invading his personal space. “I’m tired of it. Just talk to me. What did I do?”

“Nothing.” He mumbled. “It was me, not you.”

You snorted; the classic phrase used in so many cliché break up scenes. But this time, it’s not a break up. It’s literally two friends who have a weird misunderstanding with another. “Oh? So that’s it? It’s you and so you avoid me?”

“Keep walking, we’re only a few blocks away.”

You shook your head in defeat, crossing your arms and held tight to your body. The faster you get home, the faster you get to clean yourself up and the faster you can close off Jungkook. Little did you know that your furious speedy walk gave your butt just enough jiggle in those pleather jeans you decided to wear. Giving Jungkook something to admire from a far as his senses were being laced with your aroma.

“I’m sorry Y/n…”

“No, I’m sorry I have a shitty friend like you.”

Jungkook kept up with your pace, walking step by step along with your strides. He knows you don’t truly mean the words coming out of your mouth. It was his fault, and he was trying to admit blame for it all.

As the two of you made it up the stairwell in your apartment complex, Jungkook tried speaking up to you once more. “Y/n, look I know what I was doing wasn’t –“

“I don’t want to hear it.”

You slotted the key into your door, twisting it open and walked yourself into the darkness of your living room. Your night out became a terrible mess, rounding back to the initial problem that you’ve been trying to avoid. Once you kicked off your heels, tossing them aimlessly across the floor mat, you did the same to your purse and keys.

“Y/n.” Jungkook’s voice broke through. He reached for your arm, tugging you to face him. “Look I’ll talk all right?”

“Oh? So, I go weeks with being ignored by you, but you can’t last a night when the tables are turned?” You mocked Jungkook, looking at your roommate straight into the eyes.

“I had to, Y/n!” Jungkook pleaded for reason. “Please, I needed time okay?”

By now you were sobering up, any remains of your alcohol intake must have been sweated out during dancing and on your walk home. Jungkook was sporting his infamous doe-eyes while he looked desperately back into yours.

“Time? Time?!” you rose your voice. “Time to be an asshole? Needed time to ignore me when we could have discussed the problem? You literally circumvented yourself away from me for weeks? Was eating me out that terrible?!” Your fingers found their way to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Whoah! Y/n, Y/n whoah whoah. No!” Jungkook grabbed at your shoulders and leveled his head with yours. Surprise took over his body, clearly the both of you were having polar opposite battles going on with your minds. “No that’s not the – that isn’t. Gah… Fuckin’ hell. Eating you out was great! I enjoyed it.” Jungkook eased his hands over your shoulders, “Wholeheartedly, even when I don’t have much of a heart to comment by, I promise you. I think… it was too good actually. But, that wasn’t the problem at all!”

Your face froze in place with your mouth forming an ‘O’ shape. Only a few times you closed it, just to open it up and speak. “Wait… I’m confused. What’s the problem then?”

Jungkook exhaled a long, exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at you. “Y/n. Your – uh your blood is a problem for me.”

“Well now I’m slightly offended, Jeon! You said I smelt good!” You wacked his chest with your palm. During which, a brief flicker of red cut through his irises and it made you pull your hand right back from him. It was at that moment, even when Jungkook’s gazed turned to a scowl, you knew he meant something else.

“You should really get yourself cleaned up.” His voice didn’t sound like a sincere worry, but more of a threat.

You snapped back at him, “You should really learn how to control your hunger.”

Jungkook squinted his eyes at you, licking his lips with a fixed gaze. He leaned forward suppressing the enigmatic smile he wanted to show you. “May I remind you, Noona, you’re bleeding right now.”

There it is again, that pet name that he enjoys cooing you with. The name that slightly makes you shy because you yourself don’t know how to react. Or maybe it riled you up, it was his way to flirt around with you shamelessly.

Your heady scent wasn’t as strong as the last time, no not at all. It was as dull as usual when you covered it up with tampons, only a faint aroma wafting from you. Not a pile of blood decorating your skimpy nighties in the middle of the night.

But it was the fact that Jungkook has already had a taste of your blood, he knows what it tastes like. He knows how good that succulent flavor drips so freely from you. Jungkook refuses to let any other vampire pry on you, like that bastard back at the bar. This blood was favorable, and god dammit he’ll protect it at all costs.

You crossed your arms over your body, staring down Jungkook who was quickly turning into the Jungkook from a few weeks ago. “And if I am bleeding, you sir, aren’t getting any of it.”

Jungkook held back his tongue, prodding it against the inside of his cheek instead. Your scent secretly became a dangerous drug for Jungkook. Almost addictive in a sense. He was lucky to have been walking the streets near The Snake Pit, smelling your custom flavor in the air. But he was so completely unlucky when he skipped out searching for a quick drink that he was left thirsty.

And the agonizing walk from the bar back home to make sure you remained safe, getting a nice view of your ass swaying with each step in those tight pants, only tantalized him further because all he could do was sniff you out. You invading his vicinity only teased him worse.

He let out a breathy sigh again, “What can I do?”

“I’m sorry?” You blinked at him.

“I haven���t eaten tonight, and I know there isn’t any more bottles because you stopped buying them… what can I do to get some of your blood right now?”

You quizzed Jungkook, “I don’t know, what can you do?”

Jungkook reached for your hand, unfolding your arms from your front. He raised it to his face, where he placed your palm flat across his cheek. His hunger was forming an empty pit in his stomach, he physically could feel his abdomen churn inwards at the thought of your blood touching his tongue. His voice came out as a soft whisper, “I’m so sorry for mistreating you recently.”

Jungkook’s thumb rubbed along your inner wrist, stepping closer to your body. He can feel your heartbeat pick up pace, the warmth of your hand against his face grew clammier the longer he stared at you. “I – I would really love some, if you let me. I was good to you last time, right Noona?”

His words were sweet, his eyes were sweeter with the pleading look he emitted even when the color of his orbs turned to that deadly crimson. Fuck. You don’t know what it was about Jungkook that triggered you in the most sinful of ways.

Was it the way his smile looked so dashingly sexy even when he’s being a childish punk. The effortless good looks no matter what style of clothes he was wearing? His entire aspect, the living (well actually dead) embodiment of Jeon Jungkook was everything you actually craved.

You breathed, “Yeah… You were very good to me.” All of those memories of that night flooded back. The feelings. The satisfactions. How hot and heavy Jungkook’s tongue felt against your swollen sex.

“Let me be good to you again.” Jungkook advised, kissing your inner wrist now.

“Only on one condition.” You stated as your grab both of Jungkook’s wrists in your hands. You guided Jungkook down the apartment hallway, ignoring the poorly lit areas and towards his room. After pushing open his door with a foot, you pointed to his bed.

“My bed is the condition?” He grinned amused at the option in front of him. Thinking that this condition was nothing serious, but easier for him. He complied to sit down facing you with a questionable look. “What now, Noona? You have me.”

Your hands reached behind your neck, unclasping the body chain you decided to wear out tonight. “This. This is my condition.” You held the long piece of jewelry up. “It’s pure silver. I’m sure you understand.”

Now you drew Jungkook’s curiosity even further, what did you have in mind with that chain? He never knew his roommate was so kinky before. You peaked his interests with entertainment.

“Wrists. Now.”

“But how am I going to be good for you if you cuff me?”

“Do you want my blood or no? Because I’m certain just about a minute ago you said –“

“Okay. Okay. Fine.” He shook his head while displaying his wrists out to you.

The burn of the chain sizzled against his skin as you twisted it around another, tying his wrists together. It was painful for a vampire, not only does it burn but it also paralyzes the affected, so they cannot pull the material off of the area so easily.

Jungkook’s face had irritation written all over it. The pain biting him with annoyance. The only thing keeping him going is the fact that whatever he may do will give him the blood he desired.

“This is for you ignoring me for weeks.” You raised his arms above him, pushing him back onto his bed and securing his wrists to one of the posts with the assistance of a sturdy belt.

Jungkook groaned out, “Hey, I said I was sorry!”

“Apology is not accepted.” You smiled.

He watched you carefully, eyeing your bar outfit, your face, the excitement behind your eyes sparking at the actions you chose to partake in. “So, this is my punishment?” He winked.

You shrugged, making your way over to the other side of his bed to sit down next to him. “I’m pretty sure this is a reward for you, since you want my blood.” You reminded him waving your wrist in front of his face.

There was struggle, Jungkook’s eager bloodshot eyes now zoning in on the span of your wrist. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow. He was thirsty.

When his eyes glanced back over to yours, he had desperation screaming from them. His breath turned jagged, inhaling your lingering scent some more. “Noona – please. What do you want?”

You leaned back laying down and used Jungkook’s abdomen as your pillow, staring up at the ceiling. His innocent pleas sounded mesmerizing to you. You wanted to hear him talk, to confess.

“Besides my blood what do you want, Jungkook?”

Jungkook leered down at you. With this angle he can see the expanse of your neck on show, stretched long and elevated on his waist. He can only dream about sinking his fangs into that supple skin, slurping up whatever poured out of you.

“I want to put my mouth on you.” He declared.

You rolled your eyes, turning to face him. “I said besides my blood.” Indicating that he would want to repeat the same process as last time.

“Not down there. Not right now at least.” His eyes conveyed a secret promise.

A blush snuck up to your cheeks, raising the color of your skin to a warmer shade.

“Would you like that, Noona? Will you let me put my mouth on you?” He said with excitement. The strain of his wrists tugged at the post, Jungkook eyeing you through heavy lids. “Please, let me do something. I’ve been smelling you all night.”

On a whim you perched yourself up over Jungkook, straddling above his waist. “No.” You smiled wryly once you grabbed at the hem of his shirt.

Jungkook parted his lips, licking over his set of teeth. The two of you exchanged a brief heated look, a challenging gaze. Then the sudden tear of his shirt ripped in two as you tore the seam apart with all your might. You exposed his flexed stomach all the way to the top of his chest. “And that’s for my shorts and underwear.”

Jungkook whined, not at the lose of his shirt, but at the bold movement of your actions. It was hot. Your initiative was something he’s never seen before coming from you. And the image of you hovering your dirty flower right above his pelvis is forever going to be ingrained into his memory.

His chiseled upper body was on full display for your eyes now, disregarding the shreds of his shirt still linked around his arms. Fuck, Jungkook was sexy. The entire idea of this sculpted creature under your demand was turning you on second by second and you decided to take advantage of your leverage.

“Noona, just a taste please?” Jungkook begged with a reedy voice. He thrusted his hips up into you, wiggling his eyebrows. He was under your control, completely wrapped around your finger and it didn’t stop him from begging.

You fingered at his nipples, running your thumbs around the softened skin to cause them to perk up. You traced patterns with the tips, running up and down along his abs. “Where do you want to put your mouth?” You inquired. Tapping your digits around his cool skin. “Here?” you prodded, pointing at his upper chest right under his clavicle. “Hm, what about here?” you ran your finger over the prominent vein that bulged out of the side of his neck from constraint.

You watched the way Jungkook’s eager looks turned into anguish, the agony of not having what he craved was tormenting. Your teasing wasn’t helping, you were testing him.

“Anywhere.” He stuttered. “Everywhere.”

Jungkook gasped when you pushed down your weight onto his hips, his growing bulge now receiving attention instead. You smirked; you knew Jungkook was turned on by this. “Jeon? What do we have here?”

He swallowed thickly. Trying to straighten out his mind to respond to you properly but nothing but natural instincts were getting in the way. “I’m hard. I’m horny. And you’re extremely hot right now. As much as I am hungry, I’m thinking many other things about you right now.”

“Enlighten me, Koo.”

Jungkook dropped his head back onto the pillow under him with a whimper. He was parched, he was sexually aroused, and infuriated that he couldn’t do anything about either of them.

“Noona please!” He cried. “Do whatever you want, please. Just help me out.” Jungkook drawled on and on. His wrists continued to strain against the custom-made handcuffs that burned into his skin, rendering him from movements.

Jungkook pointed with his chin towards the junction of your bodies, “Help me.”

It dawned on you, how sleeping with your roommate right now probably wouldn’t be the wises of ideas. And those uncertainties were calculating on your face. Jungkook notices this, jumping at his opportunity to speak. “Y/n. Hey – Look at me. I’m okay with this.” His voice came out soft, still whimpering under you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Fuck yes! You have no idea how much I need you to touch me right now.”

You hesitantly unbuckled his belt and unlooped the button to his jeans. His dick was prominently swollen, being constricted against the layers of materials. With a swift tug at his bottoms just below the curve of his ass, you released the beauty of his hardened thick cock, red at the tip with a spruce of precum glossing over the head.

Jungkook exhaled a shuttered breath, his cock aching to be touched. His member twitches cutely at the ghost of your hand hovering above it, and another whine resonated through his nose. You couldn’t help but admire the curve of his dick, the vein that ran over the underside of it. How soft his frenulum looked to the touch.

“Is this what you want Kook?” you firmly grasped at the base of his dick, right above the well-groomed hairs. His hips jolted up at your touch, flexing his muscles and pulling his arms from the restraints.

“Y – Yes!” he choked out. “Help me Noona. I promise I’ll be good for you.”

You didn’t doubt his promised plea. Last time he promised you something he surely delivered it.

You smothered his leaky precum over the head and through the slit. Fisting his shaft nicely just to watch Jungkook thrust his head back further into the bed. The angel of his jaw tilted back that showed up his thick neck was a delicious sight to witness.

To surprise him, you dipped your head down. Kissing your lips to the tip of his dick and running your tongue along the area. You hummed in satisfaction when Jungkook’s thighs started to shake underneath you. Who knew you’d have this power and demand over your friend.

Your mouth sank down, taking him in an inch and he choked out vowels. He tasted of a sweet salt, miraculously this part of his vampire body remained animated. “Noona!” His teeth remained clenched together, fangs threatening to bite into his bottom lip. “Don’t stop.”

The wetness of your mouth coated along the rest of his cock, submerging him as far as you can go and wrapping your hand around whatever portion you couldn’t reach. His tip touched the back of your throat when you took him in. Subconsciously you made sure to suck hard as you pulled away.

A string of saliva linked between your mouth and his dick, thinning out right before it snapped. Jungkook groaned out at the sight. He was painfully hard, and his stomach constantly reminded him he needed to drink before he depleted himself.

He whimpered as you abandoned his member, letting it relax against his stomach. He huffed out with a buck of his hips, “I was good to you last time!” he reminded.

“That you were.” You sat at the edge of the bed, untucking your blouse from the band of your pants. “So good.” You blushed.

“What are you doing?” His kicked you softly with the side of his foot. Your fingers found their way to the zipper of your bottoms, undoing them and shimmying them off. The blouse and bra you wore was soon tossed to the side. “I’m going to ride you if you let me.” You peered over your shoulder, baring your backside to him.

Jungkook’s eyes lit up, beaming the red hues that decorated them. “Yes, please. My god – please ride me.”

You straddled yourself over Jungkook’s waist, making sure not to fully sit down on top of him just yet. You wanted to tease him of the sight from a few weeks ago. Your lovely lady-bits wafting his favorite flavors together. “I guess I was bleeding a little bit huh?” You laughed to yourself.

His mouth watered; lips parted. Your smell lingers into his nose and filled his lungs. Jungkook was thankful you tied him up otherwise he was sure to have attacked you to get this treat.

“Rub yourself on me, please. I want you to coat my dick.”

He caught you by surprise, this lewd sentence spilling out of his mouth. But you conceded, sitting yourself back on his throbbing member, just to run yourself up and down on it. Your wetness caused an embarrassing and loud squelching noise, your taint painted on Jungkook’s cock like a canvas.

He met the swing of your hips with his own, grinding up into your slick sex. His pressure was forceful up into your folds as if his dick was asking for permission to enter you. “Is this what you want?” you teased again.

He nods vigorously, controlling his impulse to thrust up into you. His hunger remained dominant, but the lust for you became top priority.  

You locked eyes with him the second the tip of his dick threatened to push past your hole. He was yearning to break through and glide his dick against your velvety sleek walls. His lips are pink and bitten while he continued to let out those cute pleading noises you enjoy hearing so much. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed in a tormented bliss.

He was ultimately at your mercy, within your clutches and you could break him at any moment. Leave him hot and heavy to get back at him if you really wanted to. You didn’t speak, just waiting for a sign that he was close to his breaking point.

Jungkook whines again brokenly, “Please, please Noona. I want to be inside you. Can I please?”

So needy. So deprived of his wants and wishes. You feel for him, you really do. Feeling him shake like a leaf from the anticipation of plunging his cock so far up into you. And you allow it.

You leaned down further, allowing just the head to sink in. He groans out your name the moment you slipped him back out, just to repeat the process once again now easing yourself all the way down on him. You stiffed a moan yourself, humming along with the series of loud whiny noises escaping his mouth.

“No more ignoring me, Koo.” You rolled your hips up. “If we have a problem, we should address it. Right?” You circled, bobbing yourself on his cock. “Right?” Your hands found perch on his chest, pinching his nipples enough to harden them and forcing an animalistic growl out from Jungkook.

He gasps, choking out breaths, “Right!” his eyes skewed shut. Jungkook’s wrists were bleeding, pinned together tightly. His lust fogged mind wished to get his hands on you, to guide the movements of your hips or even flip you over just to pound himself inside your cunt.

His eyes opened just enough to stare at the way your body moved on top of him, a small raspy groan leaving him. God you look like a delicious treat – he’s even questioning himself how he lasted this long without taking you before.

The pants that hugged his thighs were preventing him from widening his legs. The fabric softening the blow of your ass landing down on him. The stinging burn of pain mixed with the immense pleasure of your pussy clenching around his smooth cock has got him spinning down in spirals.

“I – I’m, Noona. So close.”

“No.” You asserted, slowing down your pace to a halt. “Not yet.”

Jungkook kicked his feet out, eyes blown wide. “What, Why!?” His cock twitched inside of you the same way his hips jerked up.

“Bite me first.” Your wrist made its way in front of Jungkook’s mouth. His tongue swiped out licking your delicate skin. His mouth latches onto you with no hesitation, the sharpness of his fangs burying themselves inside forcing you to hiss at the sudden infliction.

It was like biting into a peach, liquid spilling all over her mouth. Jungkook sucked with fervor, drinking down your delectable juicy liquid while his hips jutted up into you. He wanted you to continue, keep moving before his orgasm gets denied. He muffled a cry against your bleeding wrist when you swivel your hips at a certain angle.

You were panting in the open air, picking up your speed to meet his urgency. Face gorgeously flustered, unshed tears sparkling from Jungkook’s eyes. Your blood pushed Jungkook over the edge, freefalling down into a pit of pure bliss. He chases his orgasm, using a sharp uncoordinated sloppy thrust to bury his cock deep inside your cunt as he came. Cum jetting out of him in streams like a fountain.

His fangs retracted from your wrist, being replaced with light butterfly kisses over the wounded area. Jungkook flops back to the pillow, short of breath. Portions of your blood smeared around his lips and also his dick.

“Holy shit – “ his words faltered.

You gave him his moment, allowing him to take it all in before you moved off of him. Lifting your body off of Jungkook he cuts your action with a sharp tone, “Where are you going?” His eyes dawdled on your exposed body, forcing you to freeze mid pull-out.

“I? I was going to clean up?”

He shook his head frantically, “Don’t get off me just yet. Ah. You didn’t cum – I want to make you cum.” Jungkook edged his hips up with a spasm of overstimulation, his member hiding back inside of you. “Sit back down on me please.”

He was softening inside of you; you can feel it slowly shrink and the idea of cock-warming to get you off wasn’t something that sounded promising.

“Kook, it’s really okay. I don’t need to.”

“I want you to. Get me out of these chains.”

You sighed, leaning forward enough to hold Jungkook’s cock inside of your super slippery walls. Giving Jungkook the opportunity to place hot open-mouth kisses to your breasts that dangled down in front of him. The make-shift bondage was released, pulling the chains off of his ruined wrists. They’ll heal back shortly anyways.

His hands latched to your waist in a blink of an eye, digging his nails into your skin. There was a pool of mixed liquids between the two of you, glistening in the light. He didn’t bother to yank his pants off, he wanted to focus on you instead. He guided you to run your hips a certain way, tilting them down so your clit can run against his pelvis.

“Hold me inside you, can you do that for me Noona? I’ll get hard again just by watching you use me.”

His voice was filthy whispering those sentences in the air. Involuntarily causing you to clutch around his dick.

“Ah – just like that,’ he cooed. “Play with me, do what you want.”

He continued to pilot your lower half on him, running your drenched pussy into him. Your breath turned labored; clit throbbing with sensitivity from the build up of stimulation. Your hands ran the expanse of his chest, his biceps, around his collarbones and up. Finger’s interlacing with the tendrils of his hair at the nape of his neck.

He was bringing you close to your release just as his cock started stiffening back up. Your breath caught in your throat, a brief squirm of your body reacting to his dick prodding into your sweet spot.

Your mouth dropped open, pleasure taking over your face. “Right there?” Jungkook taunted. “You like my dick against that spot?” You nodded like a bobble-head. He moved you again, repeating the action.

You never noticed how your hips were moving on their own accord now, how greedy you were being as you used your roommate as a pleasure toy. A very hot, sexy, vampiric sex toy indeed.

The moans escaping you were coming out as a song, heighten with each second your lower stomach started tingling. It was happening. You were at the brink of your orgasm, railing your clit into Jungkook. “Fu – fuck. Kook!” Your eyes clamped shut and your bottom lip was bruising from your demanding teeth. “I’m so – gasps – im so close.”

You practically hiccuped the moment his fingers pinched your bundle of nerves, tweaking it between the two digits. Forcing your body to thrust forward with a maddened cry. Orgasm after orgasm erupted through you, vibrations shooting through your body the same way you squirted all around Jungkook.

Jungkook caught you before you could collapse on top of him, sitting his body up so he could hold you in his arms. He petted your hair as you rested your head in the crook of his neck trying to calm down from the aftershocks of your numbing body.

“Hey, it’s alright, I gotcha.”

The warmth of your body captivated him. Your smell of arousal and blood dampening his body and sheets are sure to stir some problems in the future if he didn’t get it cleaned up quickly.

“Thanks…” you murmured under your breath, inhaling his manly scent.

“Clean I get you cleaned up?”

You nodded, circling your arms a and latching your legs around him. Exhaustion was whipping over you and you swore you started to see stars in your peripherals. What was it about Jungkook that caused the best orgasms you’ve ever received?

He chuckled, “Noona, I’m still inside you right now. If I’m gonna clean you up, I need to be able to move. You’ve made a mess everywhere.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to get a better view of your blush fucked-out face.

“I feel a little weak.” You embarrassingly whispered.

“Of course you do – I fed on your blood. And you came about 3 times in a row.” He held you tighter, shifting himself to swing his legs to the edge of the bed. Everywhere was soaked. Leaking fluids colliding with anything it touched. It was then he decided sleeping in your clean bed will be easier for the both of you. “I’ll get you something filled with vitamins to help you replenish.” He gave a quick peck to your temple, examining the way you dozed off.

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[borathae]

WHY CHURCH? Better than 0 negative LAUGHED MY ASS OFF WTF Share your desires with us ITS THERAPEATIC WHENEVER HE INSISTS HIM TO SPEAK HIS MIND down on Jungkook’s thighs I FELT MY HEART MURMUR A FK U SIBI DID U HEAR IT TOO? do you not like it? HE PUT ASIDE THE VAMP HUNGER N THE LUST TO ASK THIS? KILL ME Impaled by cock THE PITY WILL CHANGE TO ENVY WHEN U ADD Jk's TO IT Y-you think I’m handsome? IM SENSING SPLIT PERSONALITY DISORDER HERE I love being with you so much ME TO SIBI💜-The Yelling Anon

OKAY BUT THAT SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS THING LITERALLY HAS A PURPOSE Like he is looking out for Jungkook whenever he asks that and monitors just how "feral" he is feeling right now. If Kook's answer is something along the line of "i wanna rip her apart and choke on her blood" Yoongi makes sure he is gaining back his humanity by inflicting some sort of pain (eg slapping his face), but if Koo's answer is somewhere along the line of "i wanna fuck her so good" Yoongi knows it's safe to proceed and acts accordingly. LIKE MIN YOONGI IS ONE GENIUS AND I AM SO ATTRACTED TO HIM AHAHAHAHAH

Also Koo being insecure about his massive cock is the cutest thing ever :((

And about the split personality thing. Listen, he is after all a Ripper. Jungkook as a human was a really sweet and loving man, who never really thought about hurting other people and always wanted the best for his loved ones. But then he turned into a Ripper, whose literal instinct (Namjoon would call it purpose, not instinct) is to rip apart and kill. So of course those two sides are always in conflict inside the poor boy. The human, who obviously still controls his character and the way he treats the people around him & the Ripper, who is trying to take over and eliminate the human. It's most definitely a split personality type of thing he has going on, but way more on the supernatural side than on the phsychological side

WHY DID THIS BECOME SO LONG AND DETAILED?? I JUST REALLY LOVE TALKING ABOUT SANGUIS ALPHA YOONKOOK THAT'S WHY jfasdjgj

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Onsra- Chapter 36: With You...

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, drama, horror, angst

warnings for this chapter: fluff but also some sad shiz. sad koo and y/n, and some language

word count: 6k

Onsra: ML, Previous

I want to thank you all for being so patient, I'm sorry it's so late. I hope the fluff makes up for it :')

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You are the sunlight, risen again in my life.

The second coming of my childhood dreams.

I don’t know what these feelings are.

Whether this too is in a dream.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together, the soft melodic voice that was in your dreams quietly slipping away as you try to grasp it with the last bits of unconsciousness in your mind. When you let out a tired little sigh of disappointment, a tiny chuckle sounds right next to you.

Your eyes open slowly, the heavy feeling that they’re being weighed down by bricks making you groan before rubbing them. When they finally open all the way, you’re met with Jungkook’s pale face, looking down at you sweetly. 

His big crimson eyes watch you carefully, and you’re reminded of how truly innocent they look when he’s happy; despite the disconcerting color that would make any normal person draw back in fear. As you stare into them, you feel like you can almost see a flicker of life, and you imagine what they must have looked like before he was bitten.

You’d bet they used to hold all the stars in the sky.

Jungkook reaches out a finger and brushes a sweaty strand of your hair from your forehead as he whispers, “Hi, little flower.”

“Hi.” You blink a few times, a crooked smile forming on your face at the sight you get first thing in the morning.

“How did I end up here?” You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes again and stifling a yawn. You look around your room with curious eyes. Jungkook smiles, his fingers still dancing across your cheeks as he gets all your hair out of your face.

“You fell asleep in the backyard last night and I brought you up here.” He says, watching you with so much interest that it makes you fidget awkwardly. You’ve never seen someone stare at you with so much awe and love, especially first thing in the morning when you must look half dead.

“T-thank you.”

“Am I making you nervous again? Sorry.” Jungkook breathes out, embarrassed as he moves back a little so you can sit up.

You shake your head, trying hard to swallow. “No, it’s okay. I’m just awkward.” You laugh nervously and Jungkook’s eyes squint in fondness.

“Are you hungry? Everyone already ate breakfast.” At Jungkook’s words, you frown unconsciously, disappointment seeping into your mind at having missed another family mealtime. Jungkook takes your hand quickly when he sees that you’re upset, “I’m sorry. Seokjin hyung and I thought you needed the rest since you were sleeping in, even after the food was done.”

You swallow your disappointment and shake your head, forcing a small smile onto your face. “I needed the extra sleep, I guess.” Jungkook nods and smiles, still gently holding onto your hand, making your heart skip a beat.

“I’ll get you something to eat, you just stay here and rest, alright?” Jungkook stands up before kissing the back of your hand and setting it down, “I have a lot of things planned for us to do before-“

He cuts himself off and you frown at that, “Before what?” You ask curiously. Jungkook just shakes his head. “Nothing, I just meant since you’re feeling better, I have some things planned…that’s all.”

“O-oh, alright.” You give him a bright smile, which he returns before scurrying out of the room, then you hear his footsteps bounding down the stairs, his voice echoing in the old house as he searches for his eldest brother.

“Cute.” You mumble, your cheeks tinted pink while the feeling of his kiss on your hand lingers.

Not five minutes later, Jungkook is coming back in, a tray in his hands as he kicks the door shut behind him with his foot, carefully bringing the tray full of food over to you.

“Oh, Kook. You didn’t have to do this.” Your cheeks start to flame again as he chuckles, sitting next to you and putting the tray on your lap. “Hyung helped me. Eat up y/n, you need your strength.”

You thank him before digging into the food, not wasting a second in case he decides to try and feed it to you himself if you don’t hurry up.

When you’ve finished breakfast and gotten dressed, you make your way downstairs to find Honey in the living room with Hoseok and Yoongi. The little girl is sitting on Hobi’s lap on the couch while Yoongi is on a chair in front of them, a children’s book on his knee as he reads the story, holding the book for Honey to be able to see the pictures. Your heart melts at the sight of them, Yoongi trying his best to do different voices- much to Honey’s delight- and Hobi smiling brightly while he carefully brushes the small girl’s wisps of golden hair.

Honey’s eyes drift over to you and she squeals happily, sliding off Hobi’s lap and running to you. “Flower! Flower!” Her tiny voice shouts happily, despite not quite being able to pronounce the word correctly, her ‘r’s sounding like ‘w’s. She had overheard Jungkook call you that at some point and ever since, that has been her nickname for you.

“Honey, hi!” You scoop her up in your arms, not noticing Jungkook coming out from the kitchen after hearing your voice. He smiles softly at the sight of you cuddling with the tiny girl, something aching in his stomach, which he immediately tries to push away. He blinks rapidly, shaking his head to clear it before walking over to the two of you.

“Koo.” Honey whispers, looking at him over your shoulder, her bright blue eyes shining. Jungkook smiles sweetly at her and waves, “Hi, little one.” He says to her as you turn to see him.

“Oh, hi Kook! Sorry I took so long getting ready.”

Jungkook looks at your messily brushed hair and oversized black t-shirt, that no matter how much you try to wash and iron, refuses to get unwrinkled. His eyes trail down to your ripped blue jeans and dirty sneakers.

He feels his tummy tickle, wanting to just cover you in bubble wrap and keep you safe forever. Jungkook clears his throat and shakes his head, “You didn’t take long at all. Are you up for some fun today?”

“Fun, fun, fun!” Honey squeals, wriggling out of your arms and wrapping her arms around Jungkook’s leg, holding on for dear life. Jungkook looks down at her in surprise and you see his lips twitching up into a smile.

He crouches down as she finally lets go of him, so now he’s eye level with her. “You’re having fun with Hobi and Yoongles, aren’t you, Honey?”

“Yah! I told you to stop calling me that you little shit- I mean brat, she’s going to pick it up!” You hear Yoongi shout from the living room, causing a burst of giggles from all of you at the older boy trying his best to control his habit of cussing. The smallest one picks things up quite easily as you all learned yesterday when she shouted an expletive at the dinner table, causing Jin to scold everyone for their terrible mouths while trying his best not to laugh.  

Honey nods vigorously, then she shocks Jungkook further by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “Good boy, Koo.” She whispers before her little cheeks turn pink and she runs back to hide in Hoseok’s lap.

You laugh at the pure astonishment on the vampire’s face at the affection from the tiny human. “Aww, I think someone has a crush on you, Koo.” You tease as he laughs and gets to his feet, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Shuddup.”

Jungkook grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before leading you to the front door. “Let’s just go.” He mumbles in embarrassment. You’re positive that his face would be a bright pink right now if he was a human, the thought making you giggle.

“So, what are we doing today?” You ask as Jungkook leads you through the forest. He just turns and smiles at you but doesn’t say a word. You roll your eyes playfully at his ability to keep a secret when he wants to.

When the two of you arrive in the cave where you first found Koko, you smile happily. “Oh! We haven’t been here for a long time.” You drag your fingers along the cold walls that are slightly damp. Jungkook walks over to a bag in the corner of the dark cave, he pulls out a flashlight and turns it on.

Then he points to a dry spot on the floor, “Sit.” He says simply, then he smiles when you oblige his request. Jungkook moves to sit next to you, his knee brushing yours and making goosebumps break out on your arms. You fight the urge to slink away from him, fearing that he can tell your heartbeat has sped up considerably.

But Jungkook doesn’t make any indications that he knows you’re trying not to combust, so you take a few breaths to calm down. You watch as Jungkook turns the flashlight to face one of the cave walls and props it against some rocks so that the beam will stay fixed on the empty wall of the cave.

“What is this about?” You giggle and he looks at you, his eyes shining with excitement. Then he puts his hands in front of the flashlight, projecting a giant shadow of his hands on the wall as he makes them look like a little dog, opening and closing its mouth.

Delighted giggles spill from your lips as Jungkook announces triumphantly, “A shadow show! See?? I remembered today when I used to do this as a kid all the time with my mother.” The look on Jungkook’s face as he watches his hand shadows on the wall is exactly how you feel.

Bittersweet.

You smile sadly and pat him on the head, “You’re adorable, Jeon Jungkook. And you know exactly how to make my day.” Then you put your hands in the beam, making a little bunny to hop over to Jungkook’s dog. You two keep playing around with the flashlight and shadows for longer than you thought you would, making up silly stories and laughing your heads off. You’re not sure how much time has passed when Jungkook announces that it’s time to go.

“I have more planned for today.” He states matter-of-factly, making you laugh again.

When you look back at him, your laugh cuts short seeing the way he’s watching you. “What is it?” You ask nervously, afraid something is on your face.

Jungkook gives you a half smile as he scoots closer, leaning in slowly. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as he gets closer. No matter how many times he’s kissed you, it always feels like the first time, and the butterflies in your tummy always freak out on you.

“I know you won’t believe me.” He whispers so quietly you barely hear him, the only reason you do is because he’s only a few centimeters from your face. “But you’re beautiful when you laugh, it just makes me so happy to see you happy.”

And for the first time in forever, you don’t feel the need to argue with him.

Jungkook smiles at your silence and leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently.

The flashlight beam still shines against the cave wall, projecting the shadows, taking a fleeting picture of the exact moment that you realized, maybe you aren’t so unlovable after all.

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“Ok, read.”

You laugh at Jungkook, who’s settled himself comfortably on the soft grass with his head in your lap as you lean against the willow tree in the clearing.

“I’m serious, y/n! I’ve been waiting for so long, read to me.” The pout evident in his voice makes you bite your lips to keep from smiling. “Ok, you little baby.”

Jungkook sighs in satisfaction and snuggles his head more in your lap, one of his hands reaching up to play with the hem of your shirt as you open your copy of Beauty and The Beast and start to read.

As you read, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s thick locks, massaging his head and making him sigh in content. Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy, sitting here with the most important person to him as she reads to him and plays with his hair gently.

This is what heaven is like, he’s sure of it.

When your voice starts to crack a little as you’ve been reading for so long, Jungkook reaches up and takes the book out of your hands gently, smiling at your sleepy expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever talked that long in my entire life.” You mumble tiredly, making his smile widen even more.

“Lie down, y/n.” He whispers, then he helps you to scoot away from the tree enough to lay on the grass as you close your eyes. Jungkook lies next to you, putting one of his arms under your head as a pillow for you and another wrapping around your waist. He pulls you closer and snuggles his face into your neck.

“Kookie.”

“Mm?”

“I’m scared.”

He lifts his head to see that you’re still keeping your eyes closed, “What are you scared of, love?” He asks, concerned.

“I’ve never been so happy, and I don’t want it to end.” Your sleepy voice is laced with tears and it makes his throat close.

“It won’t, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your eyes are open now, one little tear slipping down your cheek before Jungkook wipes it away.

“Please, don’t cry.” He breathes out, desperate to make you happy. “I know that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you, that can never change.” Jungkook’s hair is draping over his face as he leans over you, his eyes scanning your features.

“Why do you love me?”

Jungkook knew this was coming, so he takes a deep breath to keep himself from crying. “I love you because you have a beautiful heart, but you’re far from perfect. That makes me love you even more, because you’re just you, and I love that. You never hurt me, even when I was so cruel to you, you always found it in your heart to be kind to me.”

You sniffle as he continues, “I love your eyes, and your nose and your mouth.” Jungkook lightly kisses each and every part of your face as he names everything on you. “I love your hands, and fingers. I love how silly you are, and I love how unpredictably predictable you are.” You laugh at that, “That doesn’t make sense, Kook.”

“It does when we’re talking about you.” He smirks before going on, “I love your laugh.” He tickles you a little, making you giggle, then he kisses your lips, “That’s the one, alright. And I love your dirty hair.” He plants one last kiss on your hair, making you laugh harder. “You’re gross, Kook.” You look away from his piercing gaze.

“You see the good in people, y/n. Sometimes when they don’t even deserve it. And I love you for that.” Jungkook lays his head on your chest, placing his ear over your heart as he listens intently to the rhythm it makes.

It only takes a few minutes for the sounds of a heartbeat and steady breathing to lull the two of you to sleep, the warm air enveloping you both as you lay in the shade of the willow tree, lying safely in each other’s arms.

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“No, no. You’re doing good, try again.”

You smirk at the sight you’re met with when you walk into the kitchen to see if Seokjin needs any help with dinner.

It turns out he has plenty of help already.

Sooyoung is muttering to herself as she awkwardly maneuvers the knife she’s holding, trying her best to cut an onion the way Seokjin showed her earlier. She sighs and sets it down, her tiny hands looking even smaller next to the big knife.

You’re about to walk in to help her when Jin moves next to her again, neither of them seeing you in the doorway. You watch with a smile small as he takes the knife, “Aren’t you a nursing student?” He asks.

“Yes?” Sooyoung’s quiet voice responds, and she pulls at the sleeves of her long shirt over and over anxiously. Jin takes her hand, his own looking massive next to hers, and places the knife in it again, then he moves behind her and holds the onion with one hand over hers, and the knife, one hand over hers once again.

You start backing into the hallway, not wanting to interrupt them, then you hear Jin speak gently.

“Since when do nursing students, of all people, give up? Try again now, come on. I’ll help you.”

You’re biting your lip so hard so as not to giggle as you turn to run the other direction, when you run into a hard chest. A tiny squeal escapes your mouth and you look up to see Jungkook smiling down at you.

“What are-“

You clap a hand over his mouth and push him into the downstairs bathroom. Locking the door and breathing deeply, you turn to tell Jungkook why you were sneaking around when you see him smirking at you.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” You look away from his gaze, not being able to keep it for very long.

“I never took you for this kind of girl, y/n. If my hyungs found us in here, we’d be in big trouble.” Jungkook muses tauntingly.

“You little-“ You seethe, your cheeks burning as you try to find the words you need. “Shut up, you pervert!” You hiss, making Jungkook chuckle. “I’m not the one that gagged you and dragged you into the bathroom, now am I?” He asks innocently.  

You blink, “W-well no…b-but I have a good reason!”

“And that is?” One of his eyebrows quirks up and he crosses his arms in front of his chest. You have to peel your eyes away from the veins on his forearms that are extremely visible when he crosses his arms like that…

No.

No, not now!

“Well, I think Seokjin likes Sooyoung.” You blurt out, instantly feeling bad for possibly outing one of their secrets. Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and his mouth drops open in surprise.

“What??”

“SHhhhuddup!! Stupid!” You smack your hand over his lips again and he breathes a chuckle, then he reaches up and moves your hand off his mouth.

“Don’t be mean, y/n. I’m not stupid.” He pouts, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Well, I’d hate to see what you’d do if you were then, if this is you being smart. Don’t you know how to be sneaky? Unless you want the whole house to know we’re in here then be quiet!” You whisper sharply as you look at the door anxiously, not wanting anyone to barge in and get a completely and utterly and totally wrong idea about this situation.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. Now, tell me what you saw.” Jungkook’s eyes are practically shining with excitement to hear the details and you soften instantly.

“Ok, so. I went in there and Seokjin was being really cute and sweet with Sooyoung and-…what’s the matter?” you look at Jungkook in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly looks upset as he pulls away from you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You’re scared that the dark cloud in his mind might have come back, but then Jungkook scoffs in annoyance. “You called hyung sweet and cute…” He looks away and you laugh in disbelief.

“Seriously? You’re jealous of Jinnie when I’m literally telling you about how cute I think him and Sooyoung are together? That doesn’t even make sense, Kookie!” You start to laugh harder and he glares at you.

“It isn’t funny. What if I was the one that saw it and I was telling you that I thought Sooyoung was so sweet and cute and whatever. How would you feel?” He snaps back and you feel your blood heat up at the thought of it, then you snap out of it.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I get why that would upset you, I won’t do it again.” You smile at him, but he still glares at you. “And stop calling him Jinnie!” He huffs, leaving you shocked at his behavior.

You frown and cross your arms, moving to the door to lean against it as you pout. “You don’t have to be so controlling, Jungkook. Geez, you just ruined the whole mood.” Jungkook softens and walks over to you, putting his hands on either side of your face as he leans in to kiss your nose. “You’re right, that wasn’t very thoughtful of me. You can call everyone whatever you want, baby. I’m sorry.”

You try to bite back your smile but break when Jungkook keeps pecking your nose, “Ok, ok. I’m not mad. And if I had known it bothered you, I wouldn’t have done it. I just don’t like it when you tell me what to do like that, it makes me feel like you’re controlling me, and that doesn’t feel very good.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was controlling you. I just got overwhelmed and I said what I wanted without thinking.” Jungkook frowns guiltily.

“Hey, I forgive you. Do you forgive me for being inconsiderate about my wording?” You ask him gently, not wanting the mood to be sour anymore. He nods and you smile brightly, which makes him smile again.

“Ok, now tell me what you saw them do-”

Knock, knock.

You and Jungkook jump away from the door when someone knocks on it harshly, then a voice comes from the other side, “Jungkook, I need to use the restroom. Are you done yet?  You’ve been in there forever.”

Yoongi.

Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, neither of you know what to do in this situation. Then Jungkook clears his throat, “Uh, yeah. G-gimme a sec, please.”

A loud sigh comes through the door and you try to stifle a nervous laugh.

“Fuck.” Jungkook breathes out, running his hand through his hair. “It’s not funny, y/n! You want to know who’s going to get skinned alive if they find us locked in the bathroom together? Well, spoiler alert, it isn’t going to be fucking you.”

You bite your lips, his words only making you want to laugh harder.

He points an accusing finger at you, “This is your fault, you remember that.”

Then Jungkook pushes you behind the door and cracks it open, smiling nervously at his older brother. “H-hyung, sorry.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Ok, it’s fine. Just let me in now, please?” He looks at the young vampire expectantly. Jungkook clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, ok. Oh! Hobi hyung is calling you.”

“Hoseok knows I was going to the bathroom.”

“Did I say Hoseok hyung? I meant Joon hyung.”

“Get out of my way you little shit, what are you hiding?” Yoongi pushes past Jungkook and opens the door, making you shuffle back until your back hits the wall. Then Yoongi looks behind the door and scowls when he sees you standing there.

“Hyung! Why’d you do that?” Jungkook seethes, but Yoongi just shakes his head and smiles. “Get out of here, you idiots. I know you weren’t doing anything, what do you think I’m stupid? Kook is too nervous to even look at you for more than a few moments, I doubt he’d try anything scandalous.”

“Hyung!”

“I have to use the restroom! Get out before I tell Seokjin you’re getting frisky in here!” Yoongi scolds you two, pushing you both out after sending you a quick wink. Jungkook is sputtering in humiliation at his hyung’s usage of words while you try to stop laughing at his expression.

“H-he’s an idiot, y/n. Don’t listen to anything he ever says.”

“Alright.” You try your best to stay calm and not burst into another round of giggles. Jungkook just shakes his head in annoyance and stomps towards the living room.

~                       ~                        ~

“Oh shit, Jin hyung is whipped.”

Jungkook giggles when you shove his arm, trying to hold in your own laughter. He looks back at the eldest who is kindly and calmly talking Sooyoung through the making of dinner.

“Seriously though, he is totally falling for her.” Jungkook whispers.

Both of your heads are peeking around the corner of the kitchen, watching the pair cook dinner. You have a moment of wondering if maybe this is a bit creepy, then you shake your head and decide that it isn’t.

Look, it’s cute ok?

You can’t help but watch them and root for Jin. He deserves to be happy, he’s always putting others first before himself, never taking much time to take care of his own needs and wants. Sooyoung coming and befriending Jin couldn’t make you any happier. He’s finally got someone to hang out with all the time, and it brings a sense of relief to you knowing he isn’t lonely when you can’t be there to hang out with him.

“You better be nice, Kook. Don’t tease him and make things harder for him, ok?” You turn and glare at Jungkook, who looks at you, offended. “I wouldn’t dare.” He scoffs and your glare gets harder.

“I’ll deal with you myself if I find out you’ve done anything to make him uncomfortable, you understand?” Jungkook laughs internally at the stern look on your face as he nods. He finds it amusing that even when you’re really nothing compared to him with strength, you can still make him do whatever you say.

You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, and he loves it.

~                             ~                                ~

After dinner that night, you offer to do the dishes, to which Jungkook automatically volunteers to help you with.

You’re scrubbing a plate and rinsing it as Jungkook twirls the dish towel in the air, busying himself while you clean the dish for him to eventually dry.

“I feel bad that you always help with the dishes, Kookie. You don’t use them, so it isn’t fair.” You frown and hand him the now clean plate. Jungkook takes it and smirks, “Do you want to give me a kiss to make up for it?” He asks playfully, making you roll your eyes.

“Goodness, you’re incorrigible.” You mutter before dipping your hands back into the soapy water to find more dishes. Jungkook just laughs and puts the plate away, then turns back to watch you wash.

“Kook, you’re giving me heart eyes again.” You say simply, handing him a cup and diving back in the sink for more. He giggles, “And? Something wrong with that?”

You shake your head, “Not at all, but when you’re looking at me like that as I’m elbow deep in dishwater it’s kind of a strange combo.” You laugh to yourself as his smile brightens.

“You know it takes a certain kind of girl to look as beautiful as you do while cleaning dirty dishes, I’ll give that to you.”

“And I’ll take it.” You say with a smile, handing him the last of the silverware to dry and put away. “Do I really not get a kiss though?” Jungkook pouts and you shake your head in amusement, “Ok, a quick one. Close your eyes.”

Jungkook obeys instantly, squeezing his eyes shut and puckering his lips.

When the cold and wet feeling of dishwater touches his lips, he flinches back, spluttering and coughing. “Agh! You did not just put dishwater on my mouth you little brat.” Jungkook wipes his lips aggressively as you laugh. Then, he scoops up a handful of bubbles from the soapy water and plops it right on your head.

“Hey!’ You scream and grab more bubbles of your own to attack him with. You two end up squealing and running around the kitchen, covering the whole place with bubbles until Jin finds you making a mess and scolds the two of you for being foolish.

But you can tell he doesn’t mind when he sends you a quick wink before grabbing a handful of bubbles and practically slapping Jungkook in the face with them.

“Yah! Why me??”

~                             ~                                ~

The house creaks quietly as you make your way to your bedroom door, pausing to look back at the girls sleeping in the bed and on the floor.

All of them are sleeping soundly, so you smile and turn the knob, slipping out quickly and closing the door silently.

You knock softly on Jungkook’s bedroom door, waiting to hear his response. You frown when he doesn’t answer right away like he usually does. Instead, a long silence drags out, making your stomach turn.

“Kookie?” You whisper softly, trying not to wake the whole house.

When your call goes unanswered, you crack open the door slowly and look in the room. Moonlight shines through the blinds and cascades across the floorboards. By the tiny amount of light, you can already see that Jungkook isn’t in his bed. The covers are all messed up, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Sighing and closing the door again, you turn to go down the hallway and towards the stairs. The stairs groan when you descend them, and you cringe at the sound. When you make it to the bottom you flinch when you hear a small sound coming from the living room.

This time you know exactly what it is, so you don’t hesitate as you hurry into the living room to see Jungkook sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. A pained sigh leaves your lips at the sight of how broken he looks, suffering alone.  

He looks up and you see the tear streaks down his cheeks, his deep red eyes reflecting pain and regret. “Jungkook-" You breathe out before he cuts you off. “Y/n, I don’t want this. Y/n, I want to be a human again. I don’t want to die a monster.”

“Jungkook, you won’t die, and you’re not a monster.” Your heart clenches.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear you as another choked sob leaves his throat.

“I’m sorry I found you…I’m sorry I brought you back…I’m sorry that I fell in love with you.” You walk over to him, gently taking his slumped shoulders in your hands and making him look up at you.

“Don’t say that Jungkook. I’m grateful I met you. I’m glad you love me.” His eyes shine with a fresh wave of tears and he pulls you into his lap. “Don’t ever apologize for loving me, Kookie. Because loving you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I know now. You’re the one thing I never knew I needed.”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, his eyes shining with unfallen tears as he takes a shaky breath. “Why aren’t you sleeping, love?” He wipes his eyes and clears his throat, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you closer on his lap.

You stroke his hair gently while he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” You murmur softly, closing your eyes and laying your head on his as you whisper, “I just missed you.” Jungkook sniffles at your words and you feel his hand searching for yours, giving it a tight squeeze when he finds it.

“There’s something bothering you.” You say as you lift your head, watching him left his slowly, meeting your eyes. He looks away and you take his chin, pulling him back to look at you.

“It’s me, Kookie. You know you can tell me anything. Besides, I’ll just find out anyway and then it’ll be worse if I don’t hear it from you.” Jungkook sighs at that and pulls you to lay down on the couch.

“I’m just trying my best not to give up.” Jungkook whispers brokenly, his eyes closed as he lies next to you. You feel your heart stop in your chest at that.

“I hate everything that I am.” Jungkook continues, his voice low and full of emotion. “But when I’m with you, I feel human again.”

Without opening his eyes, Jungkook reaches a hand out to caress your cheek with his fingers, his other arm still wrapped around you. You shiver slightly at the cold touch of his skin. “Your skin is so warm.” He chuckles quietly. You smile sadly and take his hand in yours as he keeps talking, “What I wouldn’t do to be a human again, just so I can feel everything like you do. I want to feel, y/n. I want to be a human again.”

“I know, Kook.”

“I feel like there’s always a thin curtain separating us, and it kills me. I just want to feel my heart pounding for you like I know yours does.”

When you open your eyes to look at him, you see his crimson orbs gazing out the living room window, his eyes have a faraway look to them as he lets himself say what’s been on his mind.

“That’s one thing that I know I always took for granted.”

“What?” You ask after he doesn’t speak for another minute. Jungkook blinks slowly, “We know that when we die, everything stops. When there’s no pulse, we’re gone, done. So, I took my heartbeat for granted, I never thought I would lose it until the day I die. It’s something so simple, but I miss it so much.”

You blink back burning tears and take a deep breath, then you take his hand, “Close your eyes, Kookie.” He looks at you curiously before closing them like you requested.

You gently put his hand over your heart, letting him feel the steady and strong beating, watching as his lips curve into a small smile. He sighs happily and pulls you closer to him to the point where there isn’t any space between you at all anymore.

“My heartbeat belongs to you too, Koo. You’ll always be a human at heart, no matter what you look like on the outside or what any voice inside tells you. The most beautiful part of humanity is when a human is broken and doesn’t give up. Humans were never meant to be perfect. We’re made to be broken and rebuilt again and again.” Your words reach into the deep crevices of his mind that have been untouched for as long as he can remember. He lets out a shaky breath as you continue, “I love all of you, Kookie. And I’ll always be here, I promise.”

Jungkook lets himself melt into the couch, focusing all his attention on the beating of your heart through his palm while your words gently flow through his aching mind. He imagines that his heart beats at the same pace, joining in time with yours. Jungkook eventually falls asleep, for the first time in a long time, his mind is clear as he lets himself relax into a deep slumber.

Dreams of beating hearts and warm caresses fill your heads as you sleep away all the fears that will eventually come crawling back into the depths of your minds.

But for now, an escape is all you can ask for.

The next morning, Namjoon is the first awake, and the first to jump back in surprise when he finds the two bodies tangled together on the couch, puffy eyes and messy hair a more human and beautiful picture than he ever thought he’d see in this household.

He smiles and quietly grabs his book from the shelf, glancing back once before moving himself out of the room, ready to explain why no one can go in the living room for now.

Because even if it’s just for one more hour, he wants to let you two dream.

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a/n: im weak for soft vamp kook :')) tysm for being so nice ;-;

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Onsra- Chapter 34: Betrayal 

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, horror, angst, drama

warnings for this chapter: mentions of blood, lots of confused and pained Koo and y/n, a bit of fluff, there’s an I love lucy quite thrown in and I’ll luv u five-ever if you say what it was, panic attacks and kook being an ass but we love him. basically, pls don’t come for me after this 

word count: 9.1k

Onsra: ML, Previous

Welp. It seems we've reached this point in Onsra. pls forgive me. ____________________________________

“Jeon Jungkook. Get your butt over here right now.”

Jungkook looks up at the sound of your voice. He’s been sitting in the shade of the willow tree for what seems like hours now. He didn’t see you follow him, and the tone of your voice surprises him.

“What is it, y/n?” He ignores your order to come to you, keeping himself planted on the ground as he watches you, a blank look on his face.

You feel your heart clench in your chest, but you know if you soften then he’ll only ignore you like he’s been doing for the past two days. You know something happened that night you found him during one of his panic attacks, but he won’t open up to you. 

So, you keep your head up and don’t let yourself crumple into a ball of tears like you want to. “I told you to come here.” You say, trying not to let your voice shake. Jungkook rolls his eyes but stands up and moves closer to you, stopping a few feet away.

“Kook…please don’t shut me out.”

“I’m not.”

“You are…just talk to me, please.” The desperation in your voice makes his throat close, but he swallows and runs a hand through his hair to keep himself calm.

“I told you I’m not shutting you out, why can’t you just stop?” He grumbles, making your heart ache.

“Because I care about you and I want to know what’s upsetting you.” You sigh in exasperation. Jungkook just scoffs and looks away, paining you further.

“Jungkook! Look at me.”

“Why?!” His voice raises, making you flinch as he turns to glare at you. Something snaps in you at his next words. “There! I’m looking at you! Are you fucking happy now?? What the hell do you want?!”

Your heart drops to your stomach as you feel a tear roll down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, not wanting to look weak in front of him. Then you swallow and try to regain your composure. But Jungkook isn’t finished.

“Just go and run back to Seokjin hyung, cry to him and let him comfort you! He’s always been your favorite anyway!” He isn’t thinking clearly now, his mouth is running away from him even as his mind urges him to shut the fuck up and think.

When his outburst is met with silence, Jungkook knows he fucked up. His chest tightens as he watches you staring at the ground, your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

Fuck.

Fucking dumbass.

Why did I say that?

I didn’t mean it.

“All I wanted was for the boy I love to tell me why he’s hurting…do you not love me anymore, Kook?” Your small voice is steady but quiet.

Jungkook feels his stomach lurch at your words and he steps forward, “Y/n, i-it isn’t like that.” His voice is soft and almost timid as he inches closer, his hands out to touch you.

You step away, “I can’t understand you anymore, Jungkook. I get that something happened, and you’re upset. But all I wanted to know was how to help you. If you didn’t want my help you could have said you were upset but wanted to be alone. Instead, you ignored me for two whole days and now you’re insulting me.”

Jungkook tries to reply but you cut him off.

“I’m going home. I think you need to think to yourself and decide what it is you really want, Jungkook. Don’t apologize to me if you don’t mean it. I might not like confrontation, but I know that I don’t deserve to keep being treated like this.” Your voice isn’t shaking at all anymore.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip harshly, beating himself up over acting like such an ass. He knows you’re right, and he wants to say sorry. But he can’t make himself say it. It’s like the words are stuck in his throat. So, he stays silent as you sniffle and pull yourself together.

“Feel free to talk to me about whatever is going on with you once you’ve decided to act like an adult. I need a little bit of time to myself, too…bye, Jungkook.”

You turn and walk away, holding in all the tears that are threatening to spill. You aren’t going to let them come until you’re somewhere where no one can see them.

The young vampire watches you walk away, until he can no longer see you. He looks down and starts to mess with his fingers, not knowing what to do anymore.

Well, you fucked that up pretty good.

“I know.” Jungkook whispers.

Ah, not cussing me out anymore?

Jungkook stays quiet, not having enough strength to fight back, and honestly, not even caring to.

Still not agree with me on how sweet she’d be?

Jungkook walks back to the tree and sits on the ground where he was before you came to speak with him.

It’s a pity really, you’re such a waste of a vampire.

“I was a waste of a human too.” Jungkook mutters, still messing with his nails.

Guess you don’t really belong anywhere.

“Guess not.”

You’re no fun anymore. The voice has a taunting pout to it.

“Hm.” Jungkook bites his nail, his eyes drifting around and looking at the trees surrounding him. His gaze lands on a patch of wild flowers and lingers for a moment.

Can’t believe she really thought you loved her to begin with.

“I do love her.”

You can’t love her, dumbass.

Jungkook sighs and rests his head against the trunk of the willow, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair.

You’re a fucking vampire, idiot. Vampires don’t feel love.

“I’m not a real vampire.” Jungkook tries to keep his voice steady, but it quiets considerably anyway.

Might as well be. Besides, you’re not far off, you know.

“Whatever.” Jungkook keeps his eyes closed, breathing in and out through his nose to calm down.

You didn’t even try to apologize.

“Yup.”

Why is that?

“You know why.”

I want to hear you say it.

“Fuck off, asshole.”

Laughter rings out in his head as the voice struggles to keep its composure. Ah, there you are. Thought you had given up on me.

Jungkook hates the way he’s numb; he can’t make himself feel anything at this point. It scares him that the guilt he felt when he first snapped at you has now turned to a dull feeling, exactly like it used to be when he hurt someone.

He doesn’t care.

~                   ~                    ~

“W-where are you going?” You wipe your eyes as best you can as you question Hoseok, who’s just finished packing a small satchel.

He looks up, his bright smile turning to a frown at your red eyes and runny nose. “I volunteered to- Y/n, are you alright?” He straightens up and puts the satchel over his shoulders as he watches you in concern. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand and let out a small laugh. “I’m okay, just some allergies.”

He seems to buy that, his smile coming back as he sighs in relief. “Make sure you take some meds for that, allergies are terrible.” You nod and point at his bag again, changing the subject. “Where did you say you’re going?”

Hoseok looks down and pats the small satchel, “Ah! I’m going with Yoongi to do some scouting. Namjoon is going to stay home today, doing some ‘research’ he says.” Hoseok chuckles and you send him a smile. “Well, be safe please.”

“Oh, we will, don’t worry.”

Yoongi comes down the stairs with a backpack bouncing on his back. He gives you a quick pat on the shoulder and a few words, “Hey y/n, we’ll be back before dark. Would you mind making sure Seokjin hyung doesn’t over do it and hurt himself? He’s out back right now.”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, we’ll see you later.” Yoongi and Hoseok wave to you before walking out the front door and leaving you to finish cleaning your face up before finding the eldest.

When you step out the backdoor, you see Jin sitting in a chair that was brought outside from the dining room. Sooyoung is sitting in a chair next to him and talking about something quietly while Jin smiles brightly.

You stop and watch the two of them for a minute, debating if you should just go back inside and not interrupt. But before you turn to go back in, you hear Jin calling you over.

“Y/n! I haven’t seen you all day. Wanna join us?”

Sooyoung is turned around in her chair and smiling shyly at you, not a trace of irritation that you messed up their talk on her face. You smile and walk over to join them.

When you sit on the grass in front of their chairs, Sooyoung is the first to speak.

“How are you, y/n? I haven’t seen you recently.”

That’s because I’ve been hiding in the forest when Jungkook ignores me.

“Oh, I’ve just been here and there. I don’t know.” You mumble.

Sooyoung doesn’t push it, but you see Seokjin frown out of the corner of your eye. So, you decide to change the subject. “So, uh, how are you Jin? Feeling alright?”

The eldest seems reluctant to move the conversation, but he brushes it off in a second and smiles. “Oh, I’m always fine. Even death can’t take me now.”

He laughs and claps his hands while you and Sooyoung laugh and shake your heads at his goofiness. You three talk a little before Sooyoung says she’s going to go and help Ga-In with dinner for tonight. You wave goodbye to her, and when you look back at Jin, you feel your stomach sink.

His brows are furrowed as he watches you carefully, a little frown etched into his handsome features. He pats the chair next to him, “Tell me what’s going on.”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over and climb onto the chair, keeping your eyes downcast.

“I don’t want to worry you.”

Jin sighs, “Y/n, I’m suddenly a human again for no reason that I understand, I got a knife to the stomach, and now I can’t do housework or cooking, which is harder for me than it looks. Nothing you say is going to phase me at this point, unless it’s that we’re being invaded by vamps or Hunters, which in that case, we’re doomed anyway so it doesn’t matter. What’s on your mind?”

You giggle a little at his rant, but still look at him doubtfully.

The only reason you start talking is because you realize that not sharing Jungkook’s behavior with Jin will most likely backfire on you and stress the oldest out even more when he eventually finds out.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“I thought it would be. What is he doing now?”

“I found him the other night, having a panic attack in the woods…he was covered in animal blood and screaming. I was able to calm him down, but since then he’s been ignoring me. Today, when I wanted to try again to let him tell me what’s wrong, he blew up at me. He’s acting like he did before, and I’m scared.”

You mess with your hands anxiously, glancing up at Jin when you finish your story. His gaze is a bit distant as he stares at the grass on the ground, worrying his bottom lip. Then he looks back at you and gives you a tiny and sad smile.

“I was worried about this for a while. It’s the human blood, I’m sure of it.” He bites his lips harder and looks away from you. “I’m so confused. I don’t understand why I’m a human when nothing happened to me like it did to Jimin and Taehyung. If I understood, maybe we could find a way to save Kook.”

You bite your own lip at that, wondering if maybe it’d be okay to tell Seokjin why he’s human, as long as the others don’t hear you. You’re not sure what Tae would say, but you know Jin won’t blab to everyone. But before you can speak up, Jin continues.

“We’re losing him…something slowed it down for a while, but something else must have caused it to continue.” He looks back at you, grief swimming in his eyes.

You clear your throat and speak before you can cry, “Tae and I think we figured out why you’re human again. But it doesn’t help us with Jungkook.” The hopelessness in your voice is crystal clear, and Jin swallows his own tears before they can fall.

“It won’t?”

The fact that Jin is making sure the reason he’s human again can’t help Jungkook, instead of jumping to know the answer to his own question about why he’s human, makes your heart ache at how truly selfless he is.

“Well, I don’t know…” You sigh, then you start to tell him everything. You tell him how you two figured out it wasn’t the kiss that changed them, but the fact that the girls said they loved them and meant it. That it isn’t necessary to have someone fall in love with you, if you prove your own humanity like Seokjin did, saving the man that tried to kill him.

Jin sits quietly, listening to every word you say, then he smiles sadly and takes your hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

“And you told Jungkook you love him, and really meant it…and he’s still a vampire.” He says slowly, watching your reaction. You nod and wipe your tears again, “Yeah, I guess I didn’t do enough.”

“Stop that.”

You look up at the tone in Jin’s voice.

“You are doing more than enough by just tolerating that boy.” Seokjin insists, making you laugh tearfully. “He’s not an easy one to be around, let alone fall in love with.”

You nod again because he does have a point.

“I don’t know what happened to him that night to make him act this way, but he can get through it. I know he can, and you know he can.” He gives your hand another encouraging squeeze.

You and Jin sit in the slight breeze for a few more minutes, listening to the birds twittering and the leaves rustling. The sun has hidden behind some rainclouds by the time you two decide to head in. You help Jin out of the chair and let him wrap an arm around your shoulders for balance. You put your arm around his waist and with that, you two start heading back in, going slowly for Jin not to be in too much pain.

You’re leading him to the couch when he laughs sarcastically, “Yah, my most favorite place. You know, I loved this couch before I was sitting on it day and night until my butt turned flat.”

You snort a laugh and stop in your tracks, “Would you like to go somewhere else for now?” You look up at him and see him pooching his lips and squinting as he mentally goes over his options. “Mmm, can we go to the kitchen? I’ll boss the girls around and nag them on how to cook.”

You laugh again as you two turn to make the trek to the kitchen, “That does sound right up your ally, Jinnie.”

“It is indeed-“

“What are you doing?”

You and Jin both turn at the sound of the voice, your arms still wrapped around each other to support the injured man. Jungkook is glaring at the pair of you from the front door where he just came in.

“Oh, hey Kook, where were you-“

Jungkook interrupts Jin angrily, “I asked what you were doing.”

You feel the eldest stiffen against you in annoyance, and you don’t blame him. Jungkook has quite the audacity to come in here and act like this after his behavior earlier.

“Y/n and I were learning a new dance, care to join? Or maybe you’d prefer to watch, since you seem to enjoy staring at us so much.” Jin snaps, making you bite back a nervous laugh as Jungkook’s eyes narrow even more.

Jungkook just stands there, unamused. The feeling of jealousy and anger is bubbling up inside him, willing to burst if only he’d let it.

“Y/n was helping me to the kitchen, something you don’t care too much to do these days. And why should that bother you? I’d really like to know. Seeing as you’re not being very nice to any of us these days, you asshat.” Jin’s nose twitches when he’s done ranting. You’re shocked he cussed at all, it being something he doesn’t usually do unless he’s infuriated.

But you’re thankful he didn’t just mention that Kook had been mean to you earlier, instead, lumping everyone into it so Jungkook doesn’t know you’d spilled the beans on your fight to Jin.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Get your hands off her, she isn’t yours to touch.”

Um, what?

Seokjin’s eyebrows raise to his hairline and he turns you both so he can face Jungkook head on. “Excuse me? What did you just say?” Jin’s voice is laced with disbelief.

Jungkook looks ready to murder his oldest brother, “I said get your fucking hands off her. She’s mine, not yours.”

What the hell?

Jin starts laughing hysterically, but you can tell he doesn’t think this is funny at all. “You listen here, you little brat. She isn’t anybody’s, she doesn’t belong to you. Y/n was helping me to the kitchen because she’s sweet like that. You have no right to come waltzing in here and claiming her and telling her or me what to do.”

You try to protest when Jin moves himself from you, gently taking your arm away from his waist. But he steps away from you a little before you can and keeps glaring at the youngest. “I don’t know what your problem is, Jeon. But you better get your act together and treat her with some respect. She isn’t an object to lay claim to. I won’t have you disrespecting anyone, not in my house.”

Jungkook fumes, his mind a blur of anger and guilt. He’s mad at himself for saying something like that and he knows Jin is right. He knows that made him sound shitty, but he really hadn’t meant it like that at all. He doesn’t see you as an object, he just got so blinded with jealous rage when he saw his hyung’s arm around you that he spoke without thinking.

Something that he’s apparently really good at doing these days.

Jungkook almost wants to apologize and rephrase his words, but again, the words die in his throat.

Instead, he looks down at the ground to avoid Jin’s piercing glare.

He hears the eldest scoff before there’s some shuffling. When Jungkook looks up again, you and Jin are gone. He squeezes his eyes shut and grabs his head, wishing he could physically pound out all the darkness that is seeping into his mind and starting to control his tongue.

It terrifies him.

And Jungkook is never terrified.

But he can feel it. He can feel himself slipping away.

It’s what happened earlier too, when he wanted to tell you he was sorry, a darkness clouded his mind and he physically couldn’t speak. The dark cloud is full of hatred and anger, blocking out all the things he was starting to get back, even if he tries to resist it.

“Jungkook, it’s okay, I’m here.”

The vampire jumps a little, then he takes his hands off his face and sees you standing in front of him. You’re looking at him with an emotion he doesn’t understand, something that doesn’t anger him, it just confuses him.

What is it?

“Do you want to talk, Kookie?”

Kookie?

He knows that name…

Oh…you call him that when you aren’t mad at him.

“N-no.”

No? Why did he say no? He wants to talk.

“I think maybe you’re not telling me the truth.” You say unsurely.

Yes, thank goodness, you know he wants to talk.

But how can you know so much about him?

Jungkook presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to think hard. He racks his brain, doing his best to push that dark cloud back. Just push it back enough so he can think clearly.

Love.

That’s what you were looking at him with.  

You flinch when Jungkook looks up suddenly, “I still love you. I love you so much that it kills me and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said to you or Jin hyung, please don’t think that I think of you as an object, I really don’t.” He’s rushing his words, spewing them out of his mouth before they get a chance to change and say something he doesn’t mean again.

“Kook-“

“Please believe me when I say I love you, and I didn’t mean it. I hate myself for saying such things to you, and to think how confusing and hurtful it is for you makes me sick. I am scared. I’m scared to death, y/n. Because I don’t know what’s happening to me. One minute I’m me and the next I’m saying and thinking things I never wanted to.” His voice breaks, sending your heart to your stomach.

“Kookie, it’s okay.” You put a hand on his shoulder to ground him as his breaths get shorter and panicky.

“Don’t say that. It isn’t okay, the way I’ve treated you is not okay, don’t try to make it seem like that.” Tears brim in his eyes as he panics, feeling the dark cloud creeping closer yet again.

You rub his shoulder consolingly before taking one of his hands and holding it gently, “I’m not saying what you said is okay, I’m saying that you’re okay. Everything right now is alright, you’re here and I’m here. Jin hyung is here and he loves you. I love you. We’re going to figure this out, I promise, Kookie.”

“I’m scared.” His voice wavers unsteadily.

“I know.” You swallow your tears, gazing at him and wishing you could take all his pain and fear away.

“Can I hug you, Kookie?” You ask tentatively after a moment of silence. Jungkook nods his head aggressively, “Please, please hug me.” He whimpers, and that’s enough to have you wrapping your arms around his middle and holding him tightly. “Hey, I forgive you, and I understand that something beyond your control is going on.” You say gently, rubbing his back as you hold him close.

Jungkook’s face is buried in the crook of your neck as you sway him gently side to side. After a minute, you feel his breath start to speed up again and he gets stiff. Then he pulls away, a look of pain flitting across his face.

“It’s happening again…y/n, please know that I love you, and I’m sorry if I say something that doesn’t sound like me. Please, stay away from me for now before I say something hurtful again.” Then he pulls out of your hold and moves to the stairs to climb them, leaving you to watch him shut you out all over again. Yet somehow, this time it feels worse.  

“Jungkook.”

He turns back to you when he reaches the middle of the stairs, his eyes asking what it is you want to tell him.

“Be with me when you can, and tell me whenever this happens…please?” You ask softly, trying not to bawl your eyes out at the exhaustion and sadness covering his face.

Jungkook nods, “Ok.” Then he hurries back up the stairs to shut himself in his room before he can do any more damage.

~                  ~                    ~

“They aren’t back yet.” Yuri speaks up anxiously before taking another bite of food.

“They’ll be back.” Jin says seriously, taking a bite of his own and chewing with determination. Jimin sets his fork down, “But-“

“They’ll be back.” Jin says again, shutting down all other arguments or speculations with the tone of his voice.

Hoseok and Yoongi had said they would be back before dark. And it’s been dark for a while now, their seats growing colder with their prolonged absence…

The next morning, there’s no sign of the boys.

Everyone is panicking, but everyone is panicking in the way that they’re pretending to be calm while they tell the others not to worry as they go hysterical in their own minds.

And then there’s Jungkook.

The first part of the day, he was holed up in his room, locking everyone out. Then, when he finally came downstairs, he saw how worried you were for Hoseok and Yoongi and he didn’t want to stress you out further, so he slunk back to his room.

Around lunchtime, Jungkook hears a knock on his door from where he’s curled up on his bed. He was too hot to get under the covers, and too tired to lay down properly, so now he’s in a little ball in the middle of the sheets.

Jungkook lifts his head, his eyes squinting in the dark room.

“Who is it?” He croaks out.

“Y/n.”

“Oh, come in.” Jungkook plops his head down on the bed again and watches sleepily as you come in and close the door behind you.

You’re surprised at how dark the room is at first, then you look over and see the blinds are drawn, blocking out the afternoon sun. A little lump in Jungkook’s bed moves slightly and you figure that it’s him.

“Hey, Kookie.” You speak softly and walk over to sit beside the lump on the bed, reaching out a hand to comfort him. “Is this an okay time for me to be here?”

“Mhm.” You hear him mumble, and you frown. “Kook, you haven’t eaten today, have you?”

A tiny ‘no’ comes from the lump and you sigh, “Well, it’s a good thing I brought you something. Come on, sit up for me.”

It takes a bit of coaxing, but eventually you have Jungkook sitting up and leaning against the head board as you hand him the bag of blood you brought, given to you by Namjoon for Jungkook to drink.

It’s hard to see his expression in the dim room, but you hear the sigh that leaves him clearly. “I really don’t want this right now.”

“How come?”

“I don’t feel well.”

You reach over and put your hand to his forehead, feeling his ice-cold skin touch yours. Jungkook reaches up and takes your hand, holding it and bringing it to rest in his lap. “Vampires don’t run fevers, cutie.” He murmurs tiredly, amusement in his voice. You smile at the way he sounds like himself again, but you’re still worried.

“What’s hurting Kook?”

“I don’t know…everything? My stomach just doesn’t want blood right now, even though my mind and the rest of me do.”

You purse your lips in thought, then you rub his hand gently, “Try a few sips and see. You’re probably malnourished.”

Jungkook isn’t very happy about it, but he takes a few sips anyway, feeling his body instantly lift and his strength coming back.

He hates it.

A bit more coaxing and he’s finally drunk the whole bag. He must admit he’s feeling better physically, but mentally, he’s never hated blood more.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He whispers into the dark, catching you off guard.

“Why are you sorry?”

He’s quiet for a moment before clearing his throat, “Just-…for being so difficult.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle you.” You say cheekily, trying your best to cheer him up. Jungkook smiles a little at that, “I think you’re the only one that can.”

“Probably.”

A little chuckle from him makes you smile, “Are you ready to go out of this dark and stuffy room?” You ask as you grab his arm and tug on it. He laughs again at your antics.

“No, I like the dark.”

“There’s like, no air in here!” You utter in disbelief and he giggles.

“Air is overrated. I want to stay.” You can practically hear the pout in his voice, and you roll your eyes and tug him harder.

“A little fresh air isn’t going to kill you, you hothouse plant!”

Jungkook bursts into laughter, “I am not a hothouse plant! I’m a vampire.”

“Hardly.” You mutter, smiling when you hear him laugh again.

“Ok, we can leave under one condition.” He pipes up and you stare in his direction suspiciously. You don’t like not being able to fully see him in this dark room.

“Deal, now what is it?”

“Give me a kiss.”

“Kook!” You start laughing, feeling him squeeze your hand. You don’t know why this is throwing you off so bad and making you blush like a little schoolgirl. But you lean closer to where he is anyway, puckering your lips to give him a quick kiss. Jungkook leans closer too, then your heads bump each other, Jungkook kissing your eye and you kissing his chin.

Laughter erupts from both of you at that.

“I thought you were higher up!”

“I thought you were down here!”

“Why should I be down there?”

Another fit of giggles ensues before you feel Jungkook touching your face, cupping it with his large palm. “Y/n?” He whispers, and you swallow thickly. “Yeah?”

“I promise I’ll never hurt you, no matter what happens to me, ok?”

His words catch you off guard and you suck in a breath, trying not to get upset. “Don’t say things like that, as if you’re dying. You’re going to be okay, I told you that already.”

“I just want to be sure you know I love you.”

“Don’t worry, I know.”

“Good.” He says softly before leaning in and kissing you gently, making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

~               ~             ~

“What are you making, Kookie?”

The vampire jumps and looks up at you, smiling sheepishly as he snaps his little notebook closed.

“I uh…nothing.”

“Oh, really now? Come on, let me see.” You giggle and sit down next to him, trying to get a peek at what he was writing. “Is it a journal?”

“No.”

“Then let me see!” You whine jokingly, pulling a small giggle from his mouth. “You can see when I’m all done.”

You pout but stop pulling on him. “How long will that be?”

“I don’t know, whenever it’s done!” Jungkook laughs, keeping the notebook out of your reach. You cross your arms and sit back with a huff, determined to figure out what has had his attention for hours now, since you came out of his dark and dusty old room.

“Ok, give me a hint.”

“A hint?” Jungkook looks at you in amusement, looking you up and down before nodding curtly, “Ok fine, one hint.”

“Yes!”

“It’s something I used to do a lot. But this time, it’s more special.”

Oh…hmmm.

“You know I’ll grill Seokjin and he’ll eventually tell me, don’t you?” You say in exasperation when you can’t figure out what it could possibly be. Jungkook laughs and shakes his head, “You can grill hyung all you want. I don’t care if he tells, but you won’t hear it from me.”

You sigh and lay down on the grass, trying not to think about the other boys that still haven’t returned, after waiting for them since last night and all day today. You can’t help it if your mind won’t let you think of much else.

Where could they possibly be?

Are they okay?

Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting with his back to you, quickly jotting down the last line of the chorus for his song before he forgets it and before you can snoop.

He’s been working on a song for you for a while now, but it was so hard for him to get started, that when he finally did, he was so consumed by it and wasn’t giving you attention, which he feels bad for now.

Jungkook snaps his little book closed and tosses it to the side, then he lies down next to you and pulls you closer to nuzzle his nose into your neck, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Hey, little flower.”

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks sadly, noticing your quietness.

“I’m just worried about the boys is all.” You sigh and let him snuggle you more, his deep voice calming you when he speaks reassuringly, “Don’t worry. They’ve done this before…I’m sure that Yoongi hyung just insisted on being out a little longer because they found something that interested him.”

“I hope so.” You whisper and he hums into your shoulder. Then you feel him stiffen, and you know it’s happening again.

Jungkook pulls away, his eyes shut tightly as he puts his hands over his face and groans softly, then he rolls away from you and sits up, keeping his palms pressed to his eyes.

“Fuck.” He sighs and you sit up, not moving to touch him because you know it’ll only make it worse.

“You okay, Kook?”

“Please just leave me alone.” He snaps and you take a deep breath, reminding yourself that he’s having trouble keeping his emotions in check and it must be scary enough for him already without you getting mad back at him.

So, you stay quiet and pick at the grass, pulling little bits out and ripping it before tossing it on the ground and doing it over again. After a minute of silence, Jungkook stands up and grabs his little book angrily, “Don’t follow me.” He huffs out before stomping away into the woods to let out his emotions on something that isn’t you.

You stay in your spot and sigh sadly as you pull at the grass some more. After another few minutes, you decide to head home and wait for Jungkook to come back and talk it out with you when he feels better.

~               ~               ~

“Dinner is ready, everyone!” Ga-In calls unenthusiastically from the kitchen.

You slowly walk down the stairs, Yuri following behind you with Jimin. It’s dark out and Yoongi and Hoseok still haven’t returned. It’s now been a full day since they were supposed to have been back. Everyone is on edge, but no one really knows what to do. You think you overheard Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin talking about sending someone out to look for them. But it seemed like they really didn’t want to send someone out to look in places they had no idea about, let alone where Yoongi and Hoseok could have gone.

Seokjin is sitting on the couch when you come in the living room to help him to the dining room. He laughs bitterly, “I swear, I’m going to get better if it kills me.” You laugh as you help him stand, “Hey, you just worry about resting up. Don’t push yourself Jin, you literally almost died not even a week ago. It’s going to take time to heal.”

“I know,” He mutters in disappointment as you walk into the hall to get to the kitchen. That’s when a series of sharp knocks sounds on the door and you jump in surprise. Jungkook is the only one still outside, and he doesn’t knock, especially not like that.

The sound has drawn everyone out from the dining room to see what’s going on. Taehyung passes you and Jin to walk over to the door. He unlocks it and opens it slightly, then you all hear him gasp.

Tae opens the door all the way to let whoever is outside, in. You gasp when you see Hoseok and Yoongi stumble inside, a very very little girl clutching onto Hoseok’s leg as all three of them pant heavily.

Another gasp escapes you when you realize that Hoseok and Yoongi are both wiping their sweat, the tans on their faces clear as day as their wide black eyes scan the room. Then Jimin is shouting in confusion at their appearances.

“What in the ever-living fuck is going on??”

~             ~               ~

Your jaw has dropped to the floor at the sight of the three humans standing in front of you.

What in the hell happened out there?

Once the three of them have been given water to drink and wet towels to clean their faces, they are led to the couch to sit down and collect themselves. The little girl, who can’t be any older than four, is sat in Hoseok’s lap, clinging to him for dear life as he gently pats her head that’s full of wispy blonde hair.

It’s so strange to you, seeing the two as humans after all this time. Namjoon chuckles in disbelief when Yoongi gives him a look meaning he knows, and he doesn’t understand anything either.

“Ok, I don’t mean to jump you with this right when you get back, but what the heck happened out there?” Jin asks in bewilderment, having taken his usual spot on the couch again.  

You have an overwhelming urge to hug the little girl and comfort her as much as you can but seeing as she wants nothing to do with anyone but Hoseok, you hold yourself back.

Yoongi clears his throat and takes another drink of water before starting. “We weren’t planning on going very far. But we ended finding some tracks, so we decided to follow them, and they lead us to an abandoned school. That’s where we found this little one.” Yoongi gestures to the little girl and smiles softly at her, to which she returns a shy smile of her own before tucking her face back into Hobi’s chest.  

“We had no idea where she came from, and she wouldn’t say a word except that we were ‘bad guys, scary monsters’. We knew she was scared, and we couldn’t get her to come with us.” Yoongi continues, “That’s when it started to rain. We decided to sit with her and see if she would warm up to us, but she just stayed as far from us as she could. When a group of vampires came, we had no choice but to grab her and run. We had to hide in the basement of the school and wait for the vampires to move on.”

Hoseok shudders at the memories of what Yoongi is telling everyone, but he doesn’t say anything. Yoongi takes another drink, looking over the room at everyone staring at him and waiting for him to go on with the story.

“We were in that basement all night. We could hear the vamps walking around upstairs and it didn’t seem like they’d leave anytime soon. But this guy right here-” Yoongi jerks his thumb at Hoseok. “-he would not give up on the kiddo. He turned on his flashlight and he sat with her all night long, telling her stories and jokes even as she sat in the corner away from him. Eventually, when it was almost morning she walked right up to this scary old vampire and hugged him, saying he was a ‘good boy, not scary monster’. Literally has not stopped clinging to him since. When the sun rose, this little fuc- I mean, Hoseok…was a human.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath and shakes his head, still not believing what he saw with his own two eyes. Everyone in the room looks at Hoseok and the tiny girl, who shies away from the attention and cuddles further into her new best friend. Hobi smiles brightly and pats her head comfortingly.

You, Tae, and Seokjin all share a few looks, knowing exactly what happened with Hoseok to turn him human.

You’re about to ask how Yoongi turned human, but the door opens and Jungkook walks in at that moment. He looks into the living room when he sees everyone gathered there, then you see him freeze as his eyes land on Hoseok and Yoongi.

His body visibly stiffens, and you feel your heart sink, knowing he must be so confused and angry right now. You stand up and move to get to him, but Jungkook just runs up the stairs, ignoring your shouts for him to stop.

You reach his room a split second before he closes the door, and you force your way in. Jungkook throws his notebook on his bed and kicks his dresser in rage, “Why am I not turning back?! Why?!” He screams.

You don’t know if he actually wants an answer, so you keep quiet and shut the door before he scares everyone.

“First Tae, then Jimin, then Seokjin! And now Yoongi and Hoseok?! What am I doing wrong? Tell me! Please, y/n!! Just tell me what to do!”

“I don’t know.” You whisper brokenly, not sure what to do to help him right now.

Jungkook’s chest heaves and he flops onto his bed, “I don’t understand.” He whispers before putting his face in his hands.

You move to sit beside him, but you refrain from touching him. “Namjoon is still a vampire too.” You say gently, watching as that statement seems to help Jungkook calm down. His breathing evens out and he takes a few breaths.

“He won’t be for long…they’re all going to turn back, and I’ll be a vampire forever.” He looks up at you, his red eyes shining with fresh tears. “What did I do to deserve this, y/n?”

“You didn’t do anything, Kookie.” You lay your head on his shoulder and rub his thigh to comfort him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I promise.”

~                 ~                     ~

“So, what happened with Yoongi? I never got to hear that part.” You look back at Hoseok who’s sitting on the bathroom floor with his eyes closed as he leans against the door. The little girl they brought home last night is in the tub, giggling as you wash her off gently.

She warmed up to everyone fairly quickly, but still needs to have Hoseok within her sight for her to be calm, hence the reason he’s currently sitting on the bathroom floor as you bathe her. She hasn’t said anything apart from a few mumblings of ‘hobi’ and ‘good boy’ when she looks at him as if she’s looking at the brightest star.

She grew a quick bond with Taehyung as well, letting him hold her in his lap as long as she could see Hobi. Tae was thrilled to even get to look at the tiny child, his heart pounding from how adorable she is. You’re pretty sure he has plans to steal her loyalty from Hoseok and adopt her at the soonest chance he gets.

Hoseok smiles, his eyes still closed. “Ah, yes. I’m really not sure why it happened…I remember we decided to sneak out the next morning, so I grabbed the little one and Yoongi hyung led the way upstairs. We didn’t hear anything at first, then a Hunter came out of nowhere and started shooting at us. He was alone, thank goodness, but he almost killed all three of us. It didn’t seem to matter to him that me and the little one were humans.��� Hobi’s brows furrow. “Then Yoongi hyung slammed him against the wall and went to bite him.”

Your blood freezes at that, remembering Jungkook drinking the man’s blood when the Hunter had hurt you.

“I yelled for him to stop.” Hobi’s voice is quiet. “It was almost like he’d been possessed. He was so enraged that the Hunter kept shooting at us when two of us were humans, that I don’t think he was all there. I was sure he would drink that man’s blood and kill him, but after a minute, Yoongi hyung pulled away from him, he was shaking so bad…then he just knocked the Hunter out, and we left. A few minutes later, Yoongi hyung was complaining about feeling like shit, then I noticed his eyes weren’t red anymore.”

“He turned back because he made the choice not to hurt that Hunter, even when it was what everything in him was telling him to do.” You speak quietly, then you see Hoseok’s eyes pop open as he stares at you. “What does that have to do with it?” He asks curiously.

“It’s the same reason you turned back when little one-” You pat the girl’s small head, “-put her trust in you. Even though you looked like something she feared, she saw the good in you. A child saw the good in you, and it proved that you’re no monster.”  

Hoseok looks bewildered until you explain everything to him that you and Taehyung had figured out, then his eyes light up in understanding.

“Ah! And Yoongi hyung proved his good soul by making the decision to spare that man!” Hoseok shouts triumphantly, making the little girl laugh.

“Exactly.” You smile brightly, then you turn back to the small girl, “Hey, we need to find out her name. We can’t keep calling her ‘little one’.” You brush some of her wet bangs out of her face and boop her teeny nose. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Honey!” The girl shouts and grins, little giggles spilling from her pink lips. Hoseok positively beams, “I think that’s a wonderful name for now, it suits her too. Look at her golden hair.”

You turn back to her and smile, “Ok, Honey. Let’s finish cleaning you up, hm?”

~             ~              ~

“Jungkook, just take some deep breaths.” You say calmly, your heart aching as you watch him struggle. The boys have been home for a few days now, so you’ve been taking Jungkook out to the woods to keep him away from them.

You know he’s still upset about them being humans, and him not. It’s really starting to get to his head, you can tell. Jungkook won’t talk about it though, he keeps acting like everything is fine when he’s thinking clearly.

But when the ‘dark cloud’ as he put it before, starts closing in, he shuts himself off completely and distances himself from you. It’s painful for you to watch, but you don’t know what else to do besides let him know you’re always there if he needs you.

Right now, Jungkook is sitting on the rock in your special clearing, his hands clenched into fists as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to breathe. You can see the turmoil for him, but you’ll never fully understand what’s going on inside of him.

Just accept it!

If you give in, it’ll be so much easier, I promise.

You won’t have to fight it anymore.

Come on, Jungkook.

Give in.

Let it take over.

Let it take away the pain.

You know you want to.

You want it to be easier, don’t you?

Just give in.

Jungkook sighs shakily and holds his hands out for you to take. You hurry over and clasp his cold hands, squeezing them and holding them to your chest. You bring one of his hands up and kiss it gently, “You’re okay, Kookie.” You whisper against his knuckles and see him smile a little, his eyes still closed.

~                     ~                   ~

You wave goodbye to everyone for the last time before shutting the door and locking it.

Seokjin had decided it was high time for everyone to get out and have some sunshine, so Sooyoung came up with the idea for a picnic. Everyone helped make sandwiches and pack the lunches, then they got ready to leave.

Jungkook opted out of the picnic and you wanted to stay behind with him, so you helped them finish the preparations before sending them all on their way. Little Honey giggling happily made your heart warm, thinking of how close you all were to being able to be free again.

When you lock the door, you walk back to the living room to find Jungkook sitting on the couch, his legs spread out annoyingly enough to not make enough room for you. So, you sit on one of Jin’s armchairs instead.

“What should we do today, Kook?”

You’re met with silence.

“Do you want to read? Or maybe, play a board game?” You suggest kindly, only for Jungkook to shake his head and keep watching Koko swim around aimlessly.

“Ok, we don’t have to do anything. We can just sit and talk.”

More silence.

“Or we can sit and relax, that’s fine too.” You get comfy and close your eyes. After a little while you get restless, so you grab your Beauty and the Beast book and start reading to yourself while Jungkook stays planted in his spot, unmoving. When you glance over at him every now and then, your worry grows more every time.

He’s acting really weird.

Even for the Jungkook he is these days.

The whole day passes like this, with Jungkook staring into space and sometimes clenching his fists or squeezing his eyes shut, and you reading your book. You try to get him to drink a bag of blood, but he refuses.

You eat a small lunch and go back to your reading.

When it’s almost dinner time, and almost time for the others to get back, you sigh and close your book. Then you look at Jungkook, “Hey, we should go and catch fireflies, or maybe pick some flowers, how about it?”

Jungkook suddenly speaks up, scaring you for a minute after not hearing his voice all day.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm?” His question confuses you, and you tilt your head as he turns to look at you for the first time today.

“Don’t play dumb. What game are you playing?”

“Jungkook.” Your voice is tinged with hurt, even though you know he must be having one of his ‘dark cloud’ moments. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do.” Jungkook stands up and towers over you, his eyes hard with anger. “I can’t believe I actually fell for it. For you.”

“Jung-“

“Shut up. You think I believe you’re this fucking sweet all the time? Oh, let’s go and catch fireflies and pick flowers and be so fucking nice to everyone!” He mocks you and scoffs running his hand through his hair.

What the hell has gotten into him?

“Ok, Jungkook. I’m going to go and start dinner, you can stay here and I won’t bother you.” You get up to go to the kitchen, but he grabs your arm, stopping you.

“Admit it. You’ve been playing with me this whole time.”

“What are you saying?”

“You never loved me, did you? If you had, I would be a human right now.” Jungkook seethes and you’re taken aback, like he just slapped you in the face.

What happened to him?

“Ok, let go of me. Just try and calm down Jungkook.”

You pry your arm away from him and hurry to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When you come back you see him standing where you left him. You hold the glass out to him, but he ignores it.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you, Kook. I just want to help-“

“That’s all you ever do, isn’t it? Help people. Well, I don’t need your help, and I don’t need you. Get the fuck out of here.” He hisses, but you stay in your spot.

“I said get out!” Jungkook’s voice raises considerably and you flinch when he grabs the glass from your hands and chucks it across the room, the sound bouncing off the walls as it shatters. “Stop lying to me and just get out!” Jungkook’s eyes have turned a deeper shade of red and you know you should leave. He isn’t in his right mind, he can’t think clearly. You’re not sure what triggered it, but he’s somehow convinced himself that you don’t really love him, and you’ve been lying to him this whole time.

“I swear y/n, you better leave right now before I fucking lose it.” He growls and you swallow the lump in your throat, not knowing what to do. Should you leave and let him calm down? Or would leaving make him think that his worries are true? You stay planted in your spot but regret soon washes over you when Jungkook grabs your arm suddenly and pushes you into the wall. Your head smacks against the hard wood, the world spinning for a second.

“Ouch, Jungkook! You’re hurting me.” You hiss in pain, but he just glares into your eyes, no regret swimming in his as he pinches your arm harder, and you know this isn’t your Jungkook. You dare to look into his eyes, your heart stopping in your chest at the murderous gaze staring back at you. All evidence that he ever loved you is nowhere to be found, nothing but hatred in his dark red orbs. Then you gasp when Jungkook opens his mouth and you see his fangs have grown longer. “All you ever did was play with me, isn’t that right y/n? Answer me!” You flinch again but can’t tear your eyes away from the sharp white canines that are only a few inches from your face.

Jungkookie wouldn’t hurt me.

Jungkookie wouldn’t hurt me.

You keep repeating it in your head like a mantra, over and over.

“N-no, Jungkook. I really do love yo-“

“Liar.”

Jungkookie wouldn’t hurt me.

“Jeon Jungkook, I love you- ah!” You scream when you feel his fangs sink partly into your neck. His eyes are a deep red and he growls at your cry of pain. “Shut up, you did this to yourself.” The shock that he’s bitten you swarms through your veins in a hot rush.  

You cry when you feel him start to sink his teeth in again on the spot where he just bit you. When he starts sucking and you feel your head start spinning, you whimper quietly, “Kookie.” He freezes at the nickname, then shakes his head as if to clear it before sinking his teeth into you again. The sharp pain is indescribable as you choke on your tears.

“Kookie, you broke your promise…you said you’d never hurt me…” You whimper as you feel yourself start to lose consciousness, the pain and blood loss rushing to your brain. A single tear slips down your cheeks. At those words, Jungkook pulls away, his eyes dimming to a dull red once again.

His mind starts to clear as he finally registers what’s going on when your body goes limp in his hands and he catches you as you start to slide down the wall, “Y/n? What-”

Just then Taehyung walks through the door, Ga-In right next to him and Seokjin following behind. They all freeze at the sight of a panicked Jungkook holding your limp body, blood trickling down your neck. Ga-In’s hands fly to her mouth in horror and Taehyung just stares in shock. Jin shoulders passed them both and steps towards Jungkook cautiously.

“Jungkook…what did you do?”

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a/n: pls don't burn me at the stake for this ;-;

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