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maybe humans got one thing right (their capacity for love) | taegi vampire/alien AU

Summary: When you got to live long enough, it was so easy to become bored with it all. So now Yoongi was finding himself getting attached to mortals again, and he figured he should attempt to make sense of humans once more. He hadn't counted on finding an actual, from outer space alien in the coffee shop on a very similar mission.

Tags: vampire!Yoongi, alien!Taehyung, magical/coffee shop AU, meet-cute, the grumpy one meets the sunshine one

No warnings apply

Word count: 8.5k

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It had become tiresome to stalk bars for drunk victims to drink from, so Yoongi had decided to switch up his routine. He wanted to challenge himself to see if he could find a victim in bright daylight. He was becoming entirely too good at fake seducing drunk people. He had it down to an artform at this point, which made it boring. It was not the first time that Yoongi had encountered boredom, it was inevitable when you were immortal but usually when he did, he up and moved cities for a change of scenery.

He might have done that already if not for one witch and his human, who he had almost accidentally befriended. It had started as an innocent attempt at getting a snack only to find himself suddenly stopped by a witch. Yoongi had fought against witches before but this one had been a worthy foe, much stronger than he looked.

And so Namjoon had caught Yoongi’s interest and his friend Hoseok had become his target repeatedly just for the fun of it. He’d never actually managed to get Hoseok alone after that first night, but they’d played a game of cat and mouse for months. It had been fun. Yoongi had liked it.

So much that he’d eventually decided he’d rather befriend the pair than try to hunt them down. They had been as surprised as Yoongi had been but after that, the three of them had made a friendship of sorts. It had been decades since Yoongi had decided to make new friends. Seokjin was his oldest friend, a fellow vampire, but that was over a hundred years ago. Seokjin had, of course, laughed when Yoongi had told him about his new mortal friends but afterwards, he’d warned him too. It was never a clever idea for a vampire to get attached to humans. Whether they could wield magic or not.

Humans were temporary. They were first and foremost a food source.

Yoongi had always believed so as well. He’d seen how frail humans could be. Once he’d come so close to killing Hoseok on accident that he had retreated to his home and stayed there for a full week.

So maybe he wasn’t just bored of his old hunting ways at bars with intoxicated humans, perhaps another part of him was also curious to learn more. To see if there were some elements of humans that he’d missed. He figured that it might be easier to see when they weren’t drunk out of their minds.

It would have been even easier to talk to Namjoon or Hoseok but that meant admitting that there was something Yoongi didn’t know and he hated doing that.

So, research and new hunting ground it was. He’d picked a café that seemed relatively popular, located on a central street that got lots of foot traffic. Normally, going out during the day would have been a little risky, if the sun was high in the sky without any cloud coverage. He had a new gift though, a ring adorning his middle finger.

A gift from Namjoon. Essentially a token of gratitude towards Yoongi for stopping his hunt on his friend. Yoongi hadn’t wanted to take it at first. He didn’t like witches’ magical abilities. Too often witches worked with vampire hunters, handing over all sorts of trinkets that made vampires weaker.

Yoongi once more wondered if it would be the smarter decision to city jump, to leave behind the witch and the human that he was befriending. It was certainly felt like it was the wise decision. With age came wisdom, but so did boredom. Sometimes, you still had to try something new.

Therefore, Yoongi ordered a black coffee – yes, just black regular coffee nothing else – and found himself a little corner table to observe the humans coming and going in the café. He didn’t learn much on the first day, even as he eavesdropped on conversations. All the humans’ concerns seemed awfully trivial.

They were running late to class. Some guy didn’t text them back. Their boss was giving them a hard time. Mundane. Boring. Expected.

On his second day, he’d brought a laptop because too many people kept looking at him like he was weird, some even whispering it. He had taken note of other solitary humans with laptops, often typing away on the keyboard and so he imitated that behaviour. He didn’t particularly like laptops or knew how to work them but the pretend was all he needed anyway.

After a week of nothing interesting and also no opportunity to snatch a bite, Yoongi came to Seokjin’s couch and bemoaned his troubles. Seokjin never lived in any place for long, jumping around more often than Yoongi but for some reason he’d already been here for months. Staying in the same city as Yoongi. Yoongi hadn’t called him out on it because if he did, he knew Seokjin would just disappear.

Vampires never liked being reminded that they formed emotional attachments. They were supposed to be above that.

“Just go back to your bars,” Seokjin said, pouring himself a glass of blood and refilling Yoongi’s glass as well.

Seokjin didn’t hunt for blood. He found it untasteful and instead used donors. If Yoongi was ever hungry and Seokjin was near, it was a good bet to come to him for a drink. It had saved him trouble more than once.

“I hate the bars. It was just an easy hunting ground. Drunk humans are gross.”

“Humans – period – are gross,” Seokjin said, even as he took a sip of the very blood he was insulting.

Yoongi hummed. “I guess.”

“Did that witch put a spell on you? Why the sudden interest in humans? Because of your little new friends?”

In part, yes. But Yoongi would never admit that. Besides, it wasn’t the only reason.

“No, I’m just… bored. I want to see something new. I hoped that maybe humans could surprise me,” Yoongi said, grumpily sipping his blood.

Seokjin laughed at him. It was quite good natured but still.

“I hope you find you find at least one interesting human then.”

Yoongi went back to the café. Even if he wasn’t sure that he could find some charming trait of humanity here, he still wanted to prove to himself that he could compel and drink from at least one human. It became the challenge instead. He could still eavesdrop and observe while he was hunting.

A college-age girl once dropped a note with her number on it onto his table and a friendly smile before disappearing back to her own table. Yoongi was toying with the note, wondering if he should save the number or simply stroll up the table where she was sat with her friends and try his luck right off the bat. She was the perfect target for his first drink.

He was distracted by the bell on the door ringing signalling a new arrival. The sound was familiar already, many people came and left, so the sound had almost become background noise.

No, it was not the sound. It was the scent.

Yoongi had a sensitive nose. It came along with his other vampire traits and he knew humans could smell very differently depending on a number of factors. Even so, something about this scent was off. Yoongi could not place it but it made him curious.

The scent belonged to a very beautiful young man. In fact, he was so stunning that Yoongi for a moment wondered if he was a fellow vampire. He could rival, if not surpass Seokjin in looks, even though Seokjin would never have agreed to that.

His face was symmetrical, his eyes big and almost shining, curly dark hair falling into his eyes and a gleaming smile on his lips. Yoongi noted that he was not the only person that took notice of the newcomer. Many people started to stare, some whispered too. Yoongi was not the only one who noticed the attractiveness of this man.

Even the seasoned barista, the one who ordered the others around and usually seemed on top of things, seemed to blank as the new customer came up to him. Right past the queue of people waiting. Everyone just started at the newcomer, but even the people he had skipped ahead of seemed to stunned to protest.

“Hello,” the strange guy said. His voice was deep and smooth. “My name is Taehyung. What is your name?”

“Jimin,” he replied, surprised and then pulling on the little nametag pinned to his shirt to show him.

“Oh! How neat. Is that custom? Should I carry my name around like that?” Taehyung asked, seemingly fascinated.

He was not the only one. Yoongi was also utterly fascinated, though his focus was not on the nametag. This was the most interesting conversation he’d eavesdropped on so far. Actually, the whole café seemed to eavesdrop right now, though not all of them would be able to hear as well as Yoongi. Even from his secluded corner, he could hear Taehyung’s voice perfectly.

“Only if your job requires it?” Jimin said, seemingly baffled. “Oh, and you have to wait in line, you can’t just come up to the fr-”

“No, that’s okay,” the girl at the front of the line said with a cutesy smile. “He can cut in front of me.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but scoff. Pretty privilege once again. Humans were so obvious sometimes. If they encountered someone that they deemed attractive and desirable, they would often sweeten their tone and help them more than they would someone who did not met whatever standards of pretty they had decided.

Taehyung seemed baffled, caught between the girl in line and the barista. He let out a hum, deep in his chest, seemingly considering his options, before he nodded determinately.

“No, if the employee of this establishment says I should wait in line, then that is what I must do. What should I do then?”

“Eh, move to the back of these people, lined up,” Jimin said, clearly still trying to grasp the situation unfolding, but he still had a kind tone. Maybe he thought Taehyung had never been in a café before.

He truly didn’t look like it. Yoongi tuned out all the other conversation to focus on Taehyung. He started chatting readily with the man in front of him. His questions were strange. Kind of invasive, even though he sported a bright smile and a gentle tone. By the time he finally reached the counter again, he stopped and asked Jimin to recite the menu. Jimin’s patience looked like it wore thin but he still obliged. It took another five minutes for Taehyung to actually decide what to drink.

In the end, he picked the most colourful Frappuccino drink on the menu after he realised there was a picture of it on the counter. He struck up conversation with a nearby table while he waited for his drink.

He was pretty and friendly, so people kept indulging him, even as he sprouted nonsense. Asking humans about their living situations, if they had partaken in education and what they spending their days doing. Innocent enough at the surface level but something about it was definitely weird. Humans could be sociable but this looked calculated.

Taehyung’s scent was the biggest tip off. He didn’t smell human to Yoongi’s nose, but he also didn’t smell like any other supernatural creature that Yoongi had ever encountered. Yoongi had been alive for more than a century and he had his share of run in with creatures and magic folk. Most of them he would be able to figure out easily.

Yoongi watched as Taehyung went around the café, drink in hand and asked to sit with random tables. Most obliged, seemingly surprised by his friendly square smile. He flittered around between tables, often pressing the watch on his wrist as he moved from one spot to another. It looked similar to the smart watch that Seokjin had tried to get him to buy, but not in a design that Yoongi had ever seen.

It was the only thing that remained the same about the interactions, how he pressed his watch when he moved from table to table. He seemed to adapt his personality whenever he strolled up to a table quickly reading if they would respond better to him being louder and engaging or making soft almost timid enquiries. Everyone else in the café seemed to notice how he made rounds but yet they happily talked to him all the same.

He made it through about half the café before he smiled satisfied to himself and turned out the door and left. He’d barely even drunk his colourful drink, abandoning it on the last table he’d visited. Yoongi had seen him take sips of the straw but looking at the remaining liquid in the cup it seemed more performative than he was actually drinking. The drink was swept into the trash when the table was cleared.

Yoongi made sure to walk by the trash and carefully pluck out the straw sticking out of the ridiculous blue beverage. He pocketed it easily, wrapped in a bit of discarded packaging to keep it relatively clean.

“Can you do a species test for me?” Yoongi asked a day later, having arrived at Namjoon’s little witch shop unannounced.

Namjoon had been crouched behind the counter and not noticed that he’d entered. He jumped when he heard Yoongi’s voice, and it sounded like he almost got half a spell out before he caught himself. Then he just stared at Yoongi in bewilderment.

“Well?” Yoongi said, pulling out the straw that he’d properly bagged as soon as he got home. “Isn’t there some magical DNA test thingy that you witches can do?”

“Min Yoongi, how did you get in here?” Namjoon asked, still tense and eying Yoongi like he might sink his fangs into his neck any moment.

Right. Yoongi had forgotten he wasn’t supposed to know about this shop. Still, Namjoon was naïve, if he didn’t think that he’d looked up the witch, who had caught his interest. Of course, he knew of his little work place full of trinkets.

He had not gone to it before since it was a stupid idea. Too much risk of running into vampire hunters who might recognise him. He’d forgotten about that part until now. He’d been too fascinated with discovering the identity of the strange guy from the coffee shop.

“Why are you not answering me?” Yoongi said, lips in danger of pulling into a pout.

He should not be pouting at witches. He should be ripping out their spines. But Namjoon had given him a sun protection ring and they’d established this tentative friendship. At least Yoongi thought they were moving in that direction. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he knew he didn’t want to kill Namjoon and Hoseok. It was a good start.

“I will not answer you until you give me an answer,” Namjoon said, hands twitching at his sides. “You’re not supposed to be able to come in here.”

“Clearly, you’re not as clever as you think you are, since I’m right here. The ward didn’t work. Now. My answer?”

Namjoon shook his head and let go of some of the tension in his shoulders.

“Sorry, I just… this isn’t great news for me. No vampire should be able to find the shop. That’s not good at all.”

It took Yoongi a scarily long time to recognise that Namjoon was afraid. Of Yoongi, of other vampires. It made sense. Yoongi had also learned that him and Hoseok lived on top of the shop. He probably thought that they were safe in here. Not that a human and a witch could ever truly be safe with everything that roamed in the night.

“Well, you need better spells then,” Yoongi said, almost offended.

“Clearly. Now… what did you ask again? Species test?” Namjoon asked.

“On this,” Yoongi said and put the plastic bag with the straw in it onto the counter. “My nose didn’t help me. You will.”

“Or what?” Namjoon countered and he stood a little taller. A little more like the powerful witch Yoongi knew he was and less like a scared little human.

Yoongi should be making threats, probably. Resuming the hunt on Hoseok would hurt Namjoon the most. But he was trying to not alienate the pair too much so that was off the table.

“You do me a favour, I’ll do you one,” he said, casually and pretending like it wasn’t a big deal.

Namjoon clearly did not agree. His eyes went very wide. He cleared his throat and tongue flicking out to wet dry lips. He kept staring at Yoongi, almost as if daring him to take the words back.

“Okay,” Namjoon said eventually. “But if it’s not a common species, it’ll take me time.”

Yoongi had expected that. Magic wasn’t a cure all after all.

“Call me when you know,” he said, turning on his heel and exiting the shop. Namjoon was right that he shouldn’t be in there for both of their sakes after all.

“Wait, I don’t have your number!” Namjoon shouted back.

“Hoseok does!” Yoongi replied pushing through the door, not glancing back.

Hoseok hadn’t actually had his number but Yoongi had saved Hoseok’s number a while back. It had been during the time that Yoongi had hunted him down. He was teaching at a dance studio and the teachers’ personal numbers were added in case of emergency on the board inside of the studio. Sloppy. He shot him a text now.

While Yoongi waited, he went back to his café, hoping that maybe he’d catch a glimpse of Taehyung again. He was by far more interesting than the humans Yoongi had originally come to study. He was still hoping that they’d surprise him in one way or another.

The surprise came quicker than he’d realised.

By the time he had come up to the counter, the young part time barista was already putting a drink down in front of him. He was wearing a big smile like he was proud of himself as he gently pushed the drink towards Yoongi.

Yoongi just raised an eyebrow at the boy. Jungkook, read his nametag. For a moment, Yoongi wondered if this was another one of those weird human flirting things that he never understood.

“Your regular drink, right? ‘Black coffee just like my soul’,” Jungkook asked, moving to hit some keys on his cash register, presumably to punch in the price for the coffee.

He was parroting back the words that Yoongi had said last time. This was odd. He had not been visiting the café for so long. How was that enough for it to make him a regular? Or was his drink just that unusual that it stood out? Maybe Jungkook just had a good memory?

Yoongi was just looking down at the cup wondering if this was manipulation or simply just kindness. He’d seen more of the first one but he did know objectively that the latter happened too. It was just a rarer sight.

“Oh, did I get it wrong? Sorry, I can whip you up a new order, let me just tak-”

“No, it’s right,” Yoongi said, reaching out to snatch the cup off the counter before Jungkook could take it back. He might have snatched it off the counter with superhuman speed. Jungkook went a little cross-eyed but he didn’t say anything more.

Yoongi threw down way too much change on the counter and marched off while muttering that the change would be a tip.

He didn’t like owing anyone anything and he kind of hated that the humans working in the café already had become familiar with him this early. It was probably a sign that he should change cafés but that also meant that he would lower his chances of running into that curious Taehyung again.

Not that it was certain that Taehyung would visit this café again. He might just have been passing by. He didn’t seem local to the city at all. If he’d been around for a long time, Yoongi felt sure that he’d have heard whispers of him from the magical network. He didn’t really pay attention to it much but Seokjin did and he loved gossip.

Yoongi kept going to the café the next few of days. Whenever Jimin or Jungkook were behind the counter, they would have made his coffee by the time he reached the front and he’d just have to pay. Yoongi hated that he found himself endeared by it.

Clearly, they were just trying to charm him to tip better!

And it was working too. Yoongi found himself repeatedly putting the change he was handed back into their tip jar. It wasn’t like he needed the money. Investments placed decades ago would keep him rich for a very long time.

Hence why he was looking for excitement in the mundane. There was a time during the 1910’s that him and Seokjin had been having a wild time, blowing through so much of their fortunes just for the heck of it. It had been another one of those times that Yoongi had grown bored. He’d found Seokjin and latched onto him happily.

This time he’d found himself wanting to latch onto Namjoon and Hoseok. It should be enough probably, but the issue arose that they were mortals and Yoongi was decidedly not. He was trying not to think about that too much.

He was sitting in his little corner, overlooking the rest of the café when he heard the by now familiar sound of the door being pushed open and he was met with a scent he’d only smelled once before.

Taehyung was back. Every head seemed to turn towards him as he strolled in, bright and happy smile on his face.

“I have returned,” he exclaimed happily and way too loudly for the quiet café.

Most of the people in here right hadn’t been present the last time that Taehyung had visited. He seemed to notice the same things, eyes going wide and looking like they might pop out of his sockets when he took in the people around him.

“You’re all different,” he muttered, low under his breath, so quiet that most people probably wouldn’t have heard him.

Yoongi did. He was tuned into him after all.

He politely lined up behind the people to get his drink and he greeted Jungkook with a bright smile, introducing himself all over again. Jungkook seemed a little thrown by Taehyung’s face, sputtering and nervous. When Taehyung asked him what drink he could get, he seemed a bit more at ease.

“Oh, like my recommendation?” Jungkook asked.

“Recommendation,” Taehyung said, like he was turning the word over in his mouth. Then he snapped his fingers and looked excited. “Yes, please!”

Jungkook let out a nervous giggle and went to make what looked like an extravagant strawberry milkshake topped with real strawberries. He slid it over to Taehyung kind of nervously.

Yoongi was in the perfect position to see how Taehyung’s eyes went wide and he almost grabbed the drink out of Jungkook’s hand.

“It’s the red fruit! I love the red fruit!” Taehyung said, already plucking a strawberry off the top and plopping it into his mouth.

Yoongi snickered against his will. Taehyung might not be human but he was endearingly cute.

He paid for his drink and then started to make the rounds in the coffee shop just like last time. Yoongi eavesdropped and he found himself thankful that Taehyung was helping a lot in his Yoongi’s human research. He asked a lot of the things that Yoongi had wondered about but never bothered to ask.

And the humans being questioned seemed a bit baffled but it was like all of them opened up to Taehyung all the same. It might be that bright and happy smile. It looked a little disarming.

Yoongi’s phone buzzed and he was surprised to see Hoseok’s number. He kept his eyes on Taehyung, currently lost in conversation with an old woman talking about her grandkids, as he picked up the phone.

“Greetings,” he said plainly.

“Eh, ehm, is this Min Yoongi?” Hoseok’s voice came through the phone a little nervous.

“Speaking,” Yoongi said. “Hello Jung Hoseok.”

Hoseok let out a very nervous chuckle and for a moment, Yoongi wondered if he was going to hang up. He cleared his throat multiple times.

“I’ve got Joon here with me and we’ve got some news for you. About that sample you dropped off,” Hoseok said eventually.

Now that caught Yoongi’s attention. He looked over at Taehyung, moving to change to another table effortlessly and be ready with more invasive but interesting questions.

“Yes?”

“You were right that it’s something… well, magical? Or I think alien might be a better way to describe it,” Namjoon said through the phone. “I did an analysis on it and it does not match any current magical species on Earth. It does however share striking similarities with asteroids. I think you might have a real-life alien on your hands. Like from out of space.”

An alien. Yoongi would not have guessed that. There were many magical species, some very rare, and he’d thought that it was far more likely that Taehyung was one of them. If he was from outer space, why the hell did he look like a human?

“Could an alien appear human? Like flawlessly?” Yoongi asked, lowering his voice just in case Taehyung had as good hearing as himself, even if he was busy and lost in conversation again.

“I suppose so? I wouldn’t guess that they would look like that naturally but if they did arrive on Earth and saw humans all over, it would be naturally for them to assimilate our physical features, if they were capable of such a thing,” Namjoon said.

“Wait, are you saying that there could be actual aliens just walking around and looking like people?” Hoseok piped up. “Like you could have passed them on the street and not no.”

“It’s possible,” Namjoon told Hoseok.

“Unlikely though,” Yoongi chimed in.

“Huh?” Hoseok asked.

“I’ve never met anyone before and I’ve been alive for a long time. He’s probably a rarity,” Yoongi said.

“He… You’re not going to kill him, right?” Namjoon asked, suddenly sounded scared.

Yoongi chuckled, and he made it sound a little menacing. He liked people being intimidated by him. It made them give him a wide berth. But he’d been trying to get better on with these two, so maybe it wasn’t the best idea.

“Why? Can’t I get a taste of alien blood?” Yoongi said in a deadpan voice, hoping that it came across as joking.

“He’s joking!” Hoseok said very determinedly. “You’re joking, right?”

“I am,” Yoongi said, deciding that he’d rather not have them be worried and scared. “And thank you for the favour, Namjoon.”

There was a beat of hesitation.

“You’re welcome,” he said, still sounding hesitant.

“You’ll still return it?” Hoseok asked when Namjoon didn’t say anything more.

“Sure,” Yoongi said and crossed his legs and leaned back, even though they couldn’t see him. “What do you want?”

“To help us test how to keep vampires out of Joon’s shop,” Hoseok said.

Oh, right. Yoongi wasn’t sure why his mood dipped. They wanted to barricade it against vampires properly. They should. Too many vampires would want to spill a witch’s blood or use his human companion to bring him down.

Yoongi was a man of his word and he would do it, even though it felt like a step in the opposite direction of the budding friendship.

“Sure, I’ll help,” he said and tried to sound nonchalant.

It seemed to surprise the two as they went quiet once more.

“Really?�� Namjoon asked, still a little hostile.

“Thank you, Yoongi-ssi!” Hoseok said shushing on Namjoon.

“Hyung,” Yoongi corrected. “You should at least address me as such once before blocking me out.”

“Oh… we’re not. It’s not meant for you, Yoongi… hyung,” Namjoon said. “I may not understand why you’ve had a change of heart but I, we believe you. That you’re not intending to hurt us. It’s for all the other vampires. I’ll make an exemption for you.”

Yoongi had mostly been kidding around but that made something feel weird in his chest. Of course, Taehyung decided that very moment to come up to Yoongi’s table. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled beautifully and waved his hand back forth a little too fast.

“Eh, okay. Bye,” he told Hoseok and Namjoon and quit the phone call.

“Am I right in assuming it’s polite to wait until someone gets off the phone?” Taehyung asked, pointed at the phone that Yoongi had now put down on the table.

He let out an affirmative hum. It seemed like that was all it took for Taehyung to invite himself to sit Yoongi’s table. He was still carrying his drink around but he’d eaten all of the strawberries off of the top and drunk half of it.

A big improvement to the colourful Frappuccino Yoongi had fished out of the trash a week ago.

“What is your name? I am Kim Taehyung and I am… 26 years old.”

He hesitated oddly before stating his age, like it was something he had rehearsed. Yoongi was happy that Hoseok had called before he actually got to speak with Taehyung, because now a lot of things were slotting into place.

Yoongi shouldn’t play with a potentially dangerous alien species but he found himself not caring about that. Taehyung looked clueless and harmless and if it came down to it, then Yoongi could hold his own very well. Alien against vampire, it could be an interesting fight.

“I am Min Yoongi and I am 329 years old.”

Taehyung’s big eyes went very wide and his mouth fell open in shock.

“Wow! You are the oldest human I’ve met yet and you look nowhere as old as the grandma I talked to earlier! Is it that thing the others mentioned? What was it? Oh!” Taehyung said, snapping his fingers. “Do you have a good skincare routine?”

It was funny how he seemed so not clued into how to behaving and what to say but at the same time, his mannerisms were pretty human. Yoongi wondered if the aliens had some sort of technology where they could imitate physical aspects of other species. The language too. Taehyung spoke flawless Korean, even with a slight Daegu accent that reminded Yoongi of home. Maybe he’d snatched someone’s voice.

“No, I just use water,” Yoongi said, lips itching to turn up into a smile.

“Oh, I see. Well, you must know a lot, if you are this old! I swear I read somewhere that humans usually don’t age past 100 years but we must have the wrong information,” Taehyung said with a nervous laugh. And then he reached to tap on the square on his wrist.

Looking at it now, it might resemble a smartwatch but it wasn’t one in the slightest. To begin with, it didn’t have a strap that attached it, it seemed slightly imbedded into his skin.

“No, it is unusual,” Yoongi said and after a brief consideration he decided that he was curious to see if aliens had heard of vampires. It wasn’t like even most of Earth’s population knew about the supernatural underbelly that lived alongside them. He’d be surprised if the stories had reached aliens somehow.

“Wow, so you’re like a rare human?” Taehyung asked. “Neat!”

“Well, not exactly,” Yoongi said and leaned in over the table, arms folded under him and Taehyung instantly mimicked the gesture. “I’m a vampire.”

It did not get the surprised reaction that Yoongi had hoped for. In fact, Taehyung looked disappointed.

“Oh…”

“Why?” Yoongi asked, not sure what to make of that reaction.

Taehyung was quick to wave his hands around.

“No, no, sorry! It’s just I’m here to learn about humans and not vampires, so I’m sad that I can’t talk to you more,” Taehyung said and he was already starting to move from his seat.

Yoongi was baffled. Only aliens would react like this. Earth was crawling with humans while vampires hid in the shadows and were presumed not to exist. Anyone else would be much more thrilled, and probably scared, about having found a vampire, and yet here was Taehyung already walking away.

What was more surprising was that Yoongi wanted to keep him here. He was too invested and too curious. This was the most alive he’d felt in a long time. He was fixated and he wasn’t going to just let Taehyung slip out of his grip. He was far too interesting.

“I did used to be human though. 300 years ago,” Yoongi said, reaching to take a sip of his drink nonchalantly but he caught how Taehyung paused and slid back into his seat.

“Used to be human? That’s something you can do?” he asked, looking so curious that Yoongi knew he was about to spill his guts just for the heck of it.

And he did.

It was objectively a bad idea. Taehyung probably had a boss somewhere if he was on a mission to try and learn about humans, and maybe they would realise that a vampire could be a much more interesting study. Most humans didn’t even know vampires existed and let alone how it worked with being turned or existing as one.

But it kept Taehyung utterly transfixed as Yoongi explained in a hushed voice. He was even more captivated when Yoongi started to share some of the things he’d experienced through his long life. It turned out that he had learned quite a lot about humans and their history by simply being present through it all.

“But you know, Taehyung, you can’t tell any humans about this,” Yoongi said sternly. “Most don’t know vampires are a thing and they are scared of us.”

Taehyung frowned in confusion.

“Why would they be scared of you? You’re nice.”

Yoongi looked around to see that most of the coffee shop had been vacated, only a couple of people still remained, and they were now packing up. The sun outside of the window was starting to dip, leaving the sky and opening up the night for Yoongi’s kind. Hours must have passed but it had only felt like minutes to Yoongi.

Taehyung was a captive audience and he had so many questions. He also had stories of his own, parallels to how he experienced the world differently than humans. He didn’t exactly offer up specific information, since he hadn’t realised that Yoongi had worked out that he was an alien yet. Even so, Yoongi managed to drag a few things out of him.

Like how Taehyung didn’t need food or drink, but he needed someone to give him hugs and affection. Yoongi had thought about his own loneliness over the years and thought that if he was an alien instead, perhaps he would already have perished. Taehyung looked rather frightened when Yoongi said that some humans went a very long time without physical affection, if they didn’t have loved ones.

“I’m not nice,” Yoongi said, after he’d turned Taehyung’s words over in his head. “You like humans, right?”

“Yes,” Taehyung confirmed with a nod without hesitation.

“I’ve killed them. Quite a few over the years,” he said, thinking that he should probably not send Taehyung away with a misinformed image of him. Frankly, he was also just curious as to what Taehyung would do.

If anything could make that big grin drop from his face.

“Oh… well, why?” he asked, and he didn’t sound scared or judgemental. He still just sounded curious, as when he’d asked Yoongi why humans ever chose to walk on their own two feet when they had designed so many other methods of transportation.

“Why did I kill people?” Yoongi asked for clarification.

Taehyung nodded, still looking very sincere.

Yoongi heard the shop door open and saw the last other customers leave. It was just him and Taehyung now, and the baristas. However, both Jimin and Jungkook had disappeared out the back for now, probably to start cleaning up.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked absolute nonsense for a long time, even with hushed voices, but this was probably not something that Yoongi should be getting into detail on all the same. But Taehyung’s eyes were big and bright and he looked so curious. Yoongi was learning about himself that he was a weak man for pretty eyes.

“For food most of the time,” Yoongi said. “For revenge sometimes.”

“Revenge?”

“Like if they’d tried to kill me or one of my… friends,” he hesitated to add that part. The only time he’d ever actually killed someone for someone else was when Seokjin had gotten into a bit of a tough spot with some hunters.

To this day, Seokjin would still not admit that he’d needed the help, but Yoongi had saved his undead life all the same. And he would do it again.

“Friends? You have friends! Like human friends?”

Yoongi hesitated here. Did he have friends - plural?

“The one I was talking about is another vampire,” he said. “But recently I’ve been, eh, befriending a witch and his human.”

He still wasn’t sure that he could call it that, but at least they hadn’t seemed to want to run away from him anymore. Progress?

Taehyung reached across the table and grabbed Yoongi’s arm. “Wow, you’re so cool! Can I befriend them too? I don’t know how!”

Yoongi carefully peeled Taehyung’s hands off of him. Yoongi wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to try and offer advice when he didn’t know how to make friends either. Almost all of the people he’d become familiar with in his long life hadn’t stuck around. Seokjin was an exception. And it wasn’t just the mortality interfering, even if that was heart-breaking, when Yoongi thought about it for too long. Many potential friendships had fell apart before death had come between them. He just didn’t know how to keep someone close.

“Eh, you can try? But honestly, I’m sure a friendly guy like you could make friends easily,” Yoongi said.

“What do you mean?”

“Like that thing where you just walked up and talked to people? I’m pretty sure that’s how humans normally make friends. They just start talking one day and then if they like talking together, then they find a way to continue doing so and start doing stuff together. It looks very simple.”

It looked simple but Yoongi still didn’t know how to actually do it. He wasn’t going to tell Taehyung that part. Right now, he looked at him as if he held the whole world in his palm.

“That does sounds simple!” Taehyung said with a big smile.

Jimin and Jungkook came out from the back and started to approach them cautiously.

“Oh, sorry, you two, but we are closing soon,” Jimin said, looking a little nervous.

“Closing? The shop? Why! I like it here!” Taehyung protested loudly and actually started pouting at Jimin, who quickly started waving his arms.

“No, no, just for tonight. We’ll be open again tomorrow,” Jimin said.

“Oh, right,” Taehyung said. “The opening hours thing. Good. Hey, are you both human?” he asked looking at both Jimin and Jungkook.

They exchanged a worried glance and some silent communication but then nodded. Jungkook looked over at Yoongi like he would be able to help. He wasn’t going to have any luck there. Yoongi was way too amused.

Taehyung was funny, without even trying. It was captivating.

“Great! Would you like to talk more and become friends?” Taehyung asked, very bluntly.

Yoongi was fairly certain that wasn’t how you went about making human friends. It seemed that most of the time humans were being subtle about it.

“Eh, sure?” Jimin said, as Jungkook said “yeah, that would be cool.”

So maybe Yoongi stood corrected. Humans were confusing.

“Look, Yoongi! I’ve already got two human friends now! I’m ahead of you!” Taehyung said triumphantly.

Maybe Yoongi would make a friend out of Taehyung too. Or maybe something more. He was entirely too endearing to simply let go. And Yoongi had more than once found his eyes drifting down to Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung had accidentally brought up that he wasn’t still used to his limbs, which indicated that he probably had a real alien form that looked different than this. Yoongi wasn’t going to let that deter him. He’d always seen people over appearance anyway.

“Great work, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi said, pouring a bit of teasing into his voice and going for casual speech.

“Do you know each other?” Jungkook asked, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Taehyung.

“No, it’s the first time we’ve met!” Taehyung proclaimed honestly. “Come to think of it, would you want to be my friend too, Yoongi? I know you’re a… you’re you! But I still think it could be cool. I’ve been meaning to go around collecting friends and I never imagined it could be as easy as just asking! You should have told me that first!”

Jimin and Jungkook were giggling a little, clearly endeared rather than weirded out. Yoongi had a feeling that the pretty smile and innocent eyes on Taehyung had them smitten too. It wasn’t even like Yoongi could blame them, when he felt the same way.

“If you want,” Yoongi said. If nothing else, becoming friends would be interesting as hell. He had entertained hours of questions from Taehyung without growing irritated, which was quite the feat. He now had questions of his own. Quite a lot of them.

None he really could ask in front of the two baristas who’d been caught up in all of this. They were just doing their job and right now, Yoongi and Taehyung were probably holding them back from closing up the shop.

Yoongi got up from his seat and started to collect his and Taehyung’s mugs.

“Nice,” Taehyung said, once more with his blinding smile.

“You want to exchange numbers?” Jimin asked, pulling out his phone.

And so ensued five very weird minutes where Taehyung tried to figure out how phones worked and if he had one at home that he could put the number in of. At some point Jungkook asked if Taehyung couldn’t just use his smart watch, pointing at his wrist, and Taehyung had quickly covered it up with his hand and let out a very unconvincing squeak.

Yoongi had ended up taking Jungkook and Jimin’s numbers and promised to pass them onto Taehyung once he found out what he had done to his phone. Yoongi grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him outside before they could cause more distress to the humans that Taehyung seemed set on befriending.

He was trying to save him from the mistakes he’d made with Namjoon and Hoseok. Starting off with humans scared or confused wasn’t a great way to build a friendship he’d learned.

“You should be careful, Taehyung,” Yoongi said, as he started to walk down the street. Taehyung fell into step beside him like he’d done it for years.

“What do you mean?”

“Humans are… fragile and most of them are scared of species different than their own.”

“Like vampires,” Taehyung nodded.

“Yes, but also aliens,” Yoongi said, figuring he should probably let Taehyung in on how he already knew that about him.

Taehyung stopped moving. Yoongi turned around and watched how his face transformed into something out of a horror film. He was staring at Yoongi like was a chainsaw wielding maniac. And then the tears started to flow from his eyes.

It was not the reaction he’d expected at all.

“Don’t cry,” Yoongi said, caught between annoyance and worry.

“Cry?” Taehyung asked confused.

“Your eyes,” Yoongi said in a soft voice.

Taehyung lifted his fingers to the wetness on his cheeks. “I’m crying? Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi said and he tried to make his voice comforting. This wasn’t his job. Never had it been his job to comfort crying aliens but something needed to be done. He hated seeing people in pain. He’d always been a swift and efficient killer for this very reason and he’d only done it when the situation called for it.

“You’re not supposed to know. No one is supposed to know. How did you? I was told my disguise was flawless,” Taehyung said, his voice so small.

He definitely looked so human standing like that all dejected and lost. It reminded Yoongi of his own time as a human. Cut into his chest and into feelings that should have long since been killed. He had a gut feeling that it would only be the first time that Taehyung managed to affect his supposedly dead emotions.

“You look human. Like the perfect human,” Yoongi confirmed. “Very handsome too, but you are too clueless of the human world. It comes off as… otherworldly. And my nose is different from humans. I could smell something was off about your scent, so I got a witch to help figure you out for certain.”

“But they said I would be captured and tortured if anyone found out!” Taehyung said, tears coming on stronger now. “And just when I thought I was making friends… This isn’t fair!”

“I’m not going to capture or torture you,” Yoongi said, voice steady and stern.

Taehyung blinked in surprise and it seemed that his tears were finally drying up.

“What? Why?”

Yoongi let out a soft chuckle and against his better judgement, he took a step closer to put a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. He gave him a gentle squeeze and Taehyung exhaled as if he was suddenly more comfortable and steadier and as if he hadn’t been bawling his eyes out minutes before.

“I am like you, in a sense. Other to the humans, hiding from them as well. We’re similar like that,” Yoongi said. “And I’m a lonely bored vampire who has been alive for too long and you are far too interesting to lose right away.”

“You’re lonely?” Taehyung asked, eyes going wide. “Why didn’t you say so? Let me help!”

And then Yoongi found himself wrapped up in a big hug, even lifted off his feet slightly. He’d seen Taehyung coming and he could have used his senses and vampiric speed to duck out of the way but instead, he just let Taehyung wrap his arms around him and pull him in close.

It didn’t really feel different at first but Yoongi did feel how his muscles eventually untensed and he let himself be slumped in Taehyung’s sudden embrace. He hated being touch by strangers and part of him just wanted to shove Taehyung away but at the same time, it was like he was weak for it. Like his body told him that he should stay in the embrace.

“Feel better?” Taehyung asked, squeezing Yoongi a little harder.

“This is how you eat?”

“Eh, no… but how we keep on living, really. Not food like humans, or blood like you, I guess,” Taehyung said and pulled back and his cheeks looked a little flushed, like he was blushing. “Energy.”

He didn’t seem aware of it himself, but maybe he was still getting used to his human body.

“Are you here all alone?” Yoongi found himself asking, worried that Taehyung would be lost and starving. Maybe they could even die without affection.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “I kind of stole a ship and came here. They didn’t like it at first but it’s not like they can actually come and get me without flying to Earth themselves, so… they’re making me report my findings. What is it called again? A compromise.”

“Why would you come here of all places? Isn’t there more interesting in the universe than little planet Earth?” Yoongi asked.

Sometimes, he’d looked up at the stars and wondered what else might be out there. It turned out that Taehyung had been and others like him. Intelligent life that could manage to mimic human language and appearance.

Rather incredibly that Yoongi had lived long enough to meet aliens.

“Nothing is more interesting than here! And I, ehm, I’m kind of the odd one out back home. My energy is… different. No one understood it. My mum said that she’d heard of a planet that was full of energy like that. I don’t think she expected me to actually run away to it, but well… I couldn’t not. I had to go see for myself.”

It was entirely too much information to take in, standing in a deserted street in Seoul. Taehyung said it so easily, like he wasn’t spilling his life story out to a stranger.

Or well, a new friend, Yoongi supposed they were.

“How do you mean your energy is different? What kind of energy?” Yoongi asked.

Taehyung’s eyes darted around, confirming that they were in fact still alone, and then he leaned in close to whisper in Yoongi’s ear.

“Love.”

He was smiling when he pulled back.

“Love?” Yoongi echoed.

“Love,” Taehyung repeated with a nod. “I was told humans have great capacity for it. And it’s true! The energy is all around. I’ve never quite felt anything like it. Oh, and it’s not just humans. It’s vampires too.”

Yoongi flinched. “What?”

“You,” Taehyung said, like he wasn’t about to rip Yoongi open emotionally. He looked like he had no qualms about doing so. “When you talked about your friends. Sometimes when you looked at me. When I gave you a hug just now! I think the energy has many names. Human language is complicated, but, ehm, like, affection and fondness. All of that. But it’s all belongs under the umbrella of love. Like me!”

“You are quite something, Taehyung,” Yoongi said, looking at this weird alien smiling so brightly and looking so pleased to be talking to a vampire.

“I know. So are you!” Taehyung said while keeping his genuine smile. “So… can we still be friends? Even though you know I’m not human.”

“I’m not either,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Well, then we can help each other.”

“How so?”

“Figuring out humans together and eh, each other too maybe?” Taehyung offered.

Yoongi would be a fool to turn an offer like that down. He knew he’d never get it again, no matter how long a life he might live. Taehyung was unique and he had a feeling he’d only get one shot at this.

He had to take it and see how it would go.

“I like the sound of that,” Yoongi agreed and suddenly he was swept up in a hug by Taehyung again.

This time, he hugged him back.

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