#vampire who begs forgiveness after feeding perhaps? idk

[rhooboob]

are you calling me a sinner?

[bangtaninink]

can I request a "peaches and cream baby. peaches and cream" with vampire!seokjin please >.

CHRISTMAS DRABBLE BONANZA CHARACTER Kim Seokjin (Jin)AU Vampire

“Hyung!”

“Jungkook, shut up.”

“Nu-uh. You’re in deep shit now. Hyung!”

“What do you want, Jungkook?” Seokjin groans, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “This better not be about your goddamn collection of millennial cartoon memorabilia because I swear to god--”

“No, I’ll show you that tomorrow. Look.”

Seokjin follows the direction in which Jungkook’s arm points, all complaints lost on the tip of his tongue as his eyes grow wide.

“What is she doing here?” Seokjin asks, voice quietly.

“Taehyung hyung brought her here,” Jungkook replies, nudging Taehyung closer to where Seokjin stands, unphased by the way the elder smacks his arm.

“Hyung, I...” Taehyung starts.

“I told you all never to bring her here.”

You smirk from where you sit in the plush leather seat, crossing your arms over your chest as you raise an eyebrow at Seokjin.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to a guest, Seokjin,” you say. “And I’m not even a guest, really. Aren’t I something of an... old friend?”

Jaw clenched, Seokjin tears his eyes away from you to glare at Taehyung, hands tightly gripping the younger’s arms.

“Why is she here?”

“Hyung, she... she knows,” Taehyung replies, wincing slightly.

“Knows what?”

“Knows where Namjoon hyung is.”

“That’s impossible. No one knows where Namjoon is. I haven’t seen him in centuries.”

“But she does.”

“How do you even know that? You don’t know her like I do. She could’ve just said that so you’d bring her here.”

“No, she didn’t. I know she didn’t, hyung.”

“How?”

“Because--”

“Because I’m here.” All heads in the room turn towards the door, Jungkook gasping loudly at the sight of Namjoon. “Hyung. I’m here.”

Seokjin feels all the wind in him punched right out of his body, his hands releasing Taehyung’s arms to fall slack at his side.

“Namjoon?” Seokjin says, voice barely audible.

“Hi, hyung,” Namjoon says, smiling faintly. “Long time no see.”

Namjoon barely has time to think before Seokjin runs to the other side of the room, arms wrapping around the younger in a tight embrace. Beside Jungkook, Taehyung presses his lips tightly together, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

“Where in god’s name have you been, brother?” Seokjin whispers into the younger’s shoulder.

“In probably the closest thing to hell I’ll ever see.”

Seokjin leans back to look Namjoon in the eye, grip tight on the younger’s shoulders as if he’s afraid he’ll disappear yet again.

“I tried, Namjoon. We all tried so hard to find you.”

“I know you did, hyung. I know. _____ told me all about it.”

Seokjin turns to look over his shoulder to where you still sit, no longer with your arms crossed over your chest. He’s silent, more stoic than you’re used to, but you can see a look in his eyes that says something different, something that contradicts the control he is so desperately trying to cling on to in your presence.

“Hey.” Namjoon’s voice cuts through the silence. “What’re you two doing standing over there? Aren’t you going to give your brother a hug hello?”

Jungkook and Taehyung waste no time in bounding over to the other side of the room, and Seokjin steps back, letting the younger two wrap their arms around Namjoon. The elder chuckles quietly, stroking their heads, as the room is gradually filled with the sound of muffled sobs.

Wordlessly, Seokjin looks at you, not pulling his eyes away, even as a multitude of footsteps approach the library where you all are, the rest of the coven entering the room.

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The house is filled with more joy than it’s seen in centuries, friends new and old walking the halls of the manor in celebration of Namjoon’s return. You sit just a few feet away from the fireplace, a goblet of blood held between your fingers as you watch the party unfold in front of you. You nod and smile in greeting to everyone that passes you, not surprised by the looks of confusion and curiosity at your presence.

It had been Namjoon who had urged you to stay, only his persistence convincing you not to return to your own house despite the look on Seokjin’s face at the invitation.

You can see the way Seokjin’s brothers sneak not-so discreet glances your way every so often, but you pay them no mind, content to just sit and sip at your drink, picking up fragments of the conversations around you.

“You...”

You look up to find Yoongi standing by your seat, his own half-empty goblet of blood in his hand.

“You look exactly the same, noona,” he finishes. You chuckle quietly, looking down at your drink.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard a vampire say, Yoongi,” you reply, shaking your head.

“But... you do. You haven’t dyed your hair, or changed the way you do your makeup. I feel like you’re even wearing the same outfit you wore when you...” You look back up at him when he doesn’t finish his sentence. Yoongi clears his throat and takes a sip of his drink. “Um. Well. Even... even if hyung won’t say it, I know he’s thinking it, so I thought, as the second-born, I should be the better man and say it to you, at the very least on behalf of our family.” He looks down at his goblet for a moment, before his eyes shift to look at you. “Thank you, noona, for bringing our brother back.”

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“Come with me.”

You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know who it is. You feel fingers wrap around your wrist and gently tug, urging you to step away from the crowd that has gathered around Namjoon and the youngest three of the family where they dutifully recount the events of the last four centuries, filling Namjoon in on every last detail of what he’d missed.

You set your drink down on the nearest surface, stepping away from the circle to follow Seokjin upstairs.

It’s silent all the way up the staircase and into his bedroom (and you notice barely anything has changed since the last time you’d set foot in it). Neither of you speak until the door is shut and locked, just a few candles on his bedside table lit, enough to illuminate the room slightly.

“How did you do it?” Seokjin asks, not facing you as he extinguishes the match in his hand. “How... where... when? How did you manage to do the one thing my brothers expected me to do?”

“You’ve always been so hard on yourself, Seokjin. And impatient.” you say, running your fingers along the spines of the books lining the shelf beside his desk. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

He watches as you make your way across the room, almost to where he stands, and sit on the edge of his bed, resting your hands in your lap.

“It took me this entire time to get him back. A whole four centuries. I know... how much it must’ve hurt for you to have seen my loyalties drift away from your family and to another, considering everything you and your brothers have done for me.” You pause, and take a deep breath. “It hurt me too, to watch the disappointment become a little more obvious in your eyes everyday at the things that I did to you, to your brothers, but I... I don’t blame you for what you did. I would’ve done the same if I was in your position.” You feel the bed shift beside you as Seokjin sits down. “You did it for your family. I understand that now. Perhaps, back then, I was a little selfish in thinking that you’d let me stay regardless, but I... I understand that what I had with you doesn’t compare to what you have with your brothers.”

You don’t turn to look at him when he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, flooded with memories of the past, of a life with you living under this very roof with him as almost-family.

“They had him locked up in some kind of dungeon,” you say. “Kept him there for three and a half centuries, barely feeding him. It was painful for me to just stand there and watch him withering away while those animals mocked Namjoon, waved vials of blood in his face, made him beg for even a single drop. If I could have gotten him out earlier, I would have. But I... I had to wait. Had to wait four centuries before I could do anything. I had to wait until they no longer suspected me of spying on their coven for your sake. I... I had to do things to Namjoon in order to gain their trust, to show them that I was on their side, not yours. Your brother will never forgive me, but I don’t expect him to. He’ll tell you all about it, I’m sure. He’ll tell your brothers too. And I don’t expect any of you to all of a sudden welcome me back with open arms, considering the things I did to this family. I’m sure there could have been different approaches to this situation. I’m not asking you to take me back, Seokjin, or for you to forgive me and pay me back in exchange for your brother’s return.  I’m not asking for anything from you or from your brothers. I just... want you to know that bringing back Namjoon was the least I could do for what you and your family have done for me.”

You fall silent, listening to the laughter outside of Seokjin’s bedroom coming from the rest of the party guests. Melancholia washes over you in a subtle and quiet wave as the weight of your words sink in and make the air grow thick with tension, until you start to feel the first inklings of uneasiness at the lack of response from Seokjin.

You’re about to turn and look at him, searching for any sign of acknowledgement, but he beats you to it, pressing his lips to yours, hand cupping your cheek. It’s altogether new and unfamiliar the way he kisses you, urgent and tender at the same time, as if he’s afraid you’ll go but the night will last forever. You shut your eyes, feel your shoulders sink as the tension in your bones eases with each passing second. 

It’s Seokjin that pulls away first, slightly breathless, and for a moment, you chase after his lips before you open your eyes.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you, _____,” he whispers, thumb stroking your cheek. You shake your head in reply.

“Don’t be.”

You barely have time to blink before he’s pushed you down to lie flat on your back, crawling over you to cage you in between his arms and kissing you with four centuries worth of longing. It’s clumsy and messy, the way the both of you undress, as if neither of you have any time left. You feel his fangs graze against your neck while your fingers claw at his back, your body arching off the mattress as you lie naked amongst the now-disheveled silk sheets of Seokjin’s bed.

“I missed you,” you whisper, breathless.

“I love you,” he replies instantly. He doesn’t let you answer before he pushes a finger into you, lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue laving over the sensitive bud. You shut your eyes and moan, your fingers curling around his biceps.

“Seokjin.”

“I missed this,” he mumbles against your breast, pushing himself lower and lower until he’s kissing the skin beneath your navel. “I missed it all. God, how is it possible that you smell and taste even better than before?”

Your fangs dig into your bottom lip as you bite down on the plump flesh, moaning again as he slides another finger in, tongue drawing slow circles around your clit.

“Seokjin.”

“Peaches and cream, baby. Peaches. And. Cream.”

“Seokjin. Babe, more.” You whimper as he pushes a third finger in, pushes in deep enough to have your toes curling with white hot pleasure. Your chest heaves with every breath, hands clutching the sheets in tight fists.

As impatient as ever, Seokjin does not let you suffer for too long, quick to withdraw his fingers from within you. He growls quietly as the room is suddenly filled with the scent of you, his patience wearing thin. But it’s during times like these that you too share the same impatience, and you push yourself up to flip your bodies over, pinning his arms over his head.

Seokjin inhales sharply, watching with an unfaltering gaze as you lower yourself onto him with a strangled whimper. You throw your head back and moan as he fills you up, hands coming to rest on his chest, a surprised gasp slipping out of you when he thrusts his hips up without warning.

“Feel good, love?” he asks, reaching down to grasp your hips, guiding their movements. You nod back, unable to trust your voice. The both of you groan at the way you roll your hips in a circle slowly, desperate for every inch of him to stay within you.

With another growl, Seokjin pushes himself up, supporting his weight with one hand while the other wraps around the back of your neck and pulls you forward until he can kiss you with a hunger to last a million centuries. You rest your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you kiss him back, his fangs grazing against your bottom lip.

“Jinnie,” you whimper, moving your hips frantically as you chase your high. He lowers his hand from your neck to instead wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close.

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispers, lips pressed to your cheek, groaning quietly as your scent grows stronger the closer you get to your climax. “I love you, _____.”

“I...”

You don’t get to finish your reply before pure, unadulterated pleasure fills your veins, lips parted in a silent cry. While you tremble in his embrace, you bring your wrist up to Seokjin’s lips, and you don’t need to say another word. You cry out a little as his fangs pierce your skin just deep enough for him to get a taste of you, your blood sweeter than he could’ve ever imagined. He moans around your wrist, feeling his own climax arrive and he throws himself back to lie flat, lips painted red.

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As you catch your breath, you lean forward to lie on Seokjin’s chest, licking your wounds shut before lapping up the blood that had started to drip down your arm. Wordlessly, he watches you, wrapping his arms around you as he rolls you both over onto your sides. You shuffle in close, leaning into his touch as he combs his fingers through your hair and licks his lips.

“I love you too,” you finally reply, lips moving against his collarbones. Seokjin smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Welcome home, _____.”