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Moodboard by: @Jiminszephyr

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“Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,

oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.”

–Pablo Neruda, The Song of Despair

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It’s almost been a whole month since the last time Jimin fed. 

It’s not often he goes so long without blood, but life gets busy sometimes and he hasn’t received a new shipment of blood bags. Taehyung offered to donate, but if Jimin’s honest, Taehyung’s blood kind of tastes odd. Also, stealing from work feels unethical, so starving it was.

Well, it ends today.

Jimin developed more sophisticated rituals in the last few years and he has a few common donors he could go to, but a hunting instinct comes with being a vampire and tonight it’s strong. Mostly because Jimin is parched. His gums have been aching for three days now, making him lick over them constantly, cutting his tongue on his canines which grow on reflex every time Jimin remembers he’s hungry. 

So as soon as the sun went down, he decided to forgo his usual routines and go hunting. Which means he’s squished together on a slippery dance floor, sweaty and intoxicated humans all around him. A major sensory overload for Jimin’s heightened senses, but he’s willing to endure it for his meal.

Jimin’s not a connoisseur or anything, but he’s picky with his food. He won’t just pick the first human who presents a chance. He will wait for the right one—someone who awakens his senses and triggers his instincts. It’s not often that he comes across humans that do, but when it happens, it satisfies the part of Jimin that died when he was twenty-three. It’s the one time he feels connected to his human side. 

So Jimin wanders around the club for a while, making sure he inhales the scent of as many people as possible, determined to catch the scent of the right blood.

Today, he gets lucky.

His nostrils flare when he picks up something sweet, alluring. His head whips around. Blindly, he pushes his way through the crowd, following the scent all the way to the corridor leading to the toilets. He’s more nimble than humans so winding through the stumbling people isn’t a problem.

Jimin doesn’t enjoy being a predator, but he doesn’t hate it either. It’s… something. 

Compared to others who need time to adjust, Jimin never had trouble with the power now at his disposal. 

The thrill that runs down his spine the closer he gets to the source of the sweet blood is incomparable. His skin prickles, every nerve on fire. His body yearns for it to fill his mouth and to fuel him for the next weeks to come. 

Typically, Jimin gets what he wants. Kind of comes with the description of his condition (read: vampirism). But when he finally catches up to the deliciously-smelling human, his hand already on the buff man’s shoulder, his mouth open and his canines growing rapidly, ready to pierce the tan skin, he is blue-balled. 

The taller man whirls around, big brown bambi eyes staring down at Jimin innocently. 

For a second, Jimin wonders why the hell something like recognition blooms in those I-can-do-no-wrong looking eyes. Has he bitten this one before and missed out on compelling him to forget? No, he would surely remember a fine smelling human…

Well, things take the worst turn possible when Jimin’s designated meal opens his mouth and blurts, “Jimin hyung?!”

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When Jungkook was twelve, his mother was under the impression she needed to make sure Jungkook would have some company for when they aren’t at home. 

He was a very well behaved child, so the babysitter she ‘hired’ wasn’t out of necessity, more so out of pity because Jungkook was a chronic loner. 

Jungkoook’s older brother, Jaewoo, wasn’t. A chronic loner, that is. Being three years older, he had always had a big friend group as long as Jungkook could remember. His parents didn’t like most of Jaewoo's friends because they were a bunch of brats, but there was Jimin. 

And Jimin was everyone’s favorite, Jungkook included.

The day his mother announced Jimin would become Jungkook’s babysitter, he secretly wrote it down in his diary and circled the day in red in his calendar. It became a holiday in Jungkook’s world. 

So for a year and a half, Jimin contractually had to hang out with Jungkook. He mostly helped with homework Jungkook pretended to not understand because he wanted Jimin hyung to explain it to him. And he wanted Jimin hyung to play basketball with him, and to play chess and other board games with him. And he wanted Jimin hyung to stay for dinner and to go on vacation with them, and be invited to Christmas.

Jimin did stay for dinner sometimes, being Jaewoo’s friend and all. The rest never happened because Jungkook was suddenly almost fourteen and Jimin had to focus on school. He was graduating soon and Jungkook—encouraged by Jimin—had joined a chess club so he somehow had finally made friends. 

And then Jimin left for college. 

At first, Jaewoo would give Jungkook updates. Not very frequently because Jungkook didn’t want to seem too interested. His crush on Jimin was a secret, something contained to his journal and mind. Still, nonchalantly, he’d ask Jaewoo how his friends were doing—how Jimin was doing.

Then, Jimin went missing. 

Not actually. Well, there was no investigation or anything, but there was the goodbye text, and Jaewoo cried a little. Jungkook did, too. Again, secretly. 

Jimin had cut everyone off, announcing he needed a new life and it was better this way. They shouldn’t come searching, for he wouldn’t be found. 

The part of Jungkook who had a childish crush on Jimin died right then and there.

He buried it, and moved on with his life. 

Well, seems like he didn’t bury it deep enough. 

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Since moving to Seoul Jungkook’s somehow developed social skills, a chai latte obsession, and he’s become a subway expert.

It’s the first aspect—aka the newly discovered urge to socialize—which made him agree to going clubbing. 

Jungkook was never one to have many friends. He can still count them on one hand; there’s Yoongi hyung, who was Jungkook’s prof’s TA and then somehow his friend, then Namjoon hyung who came as a plus one with Yoongi, as well as Franz, the international student, and Hanna, the barista, who, according to Yoongi, had a crush on Jungkook and hence was overly friendly. Jungkook kind of thought the free coffees were a gesture of deep friendship, but he was never able to distinguish one from the other. 

Well, now Jungkook is far away from his two remaining friends who are back in his hometown. He’s in a new city, with a new well-paying entry job, and a new apartment that isn’t exactly shoe-box sized but also not as big as one might wish for.

Jungkook isn’t complaining. He has enough space for his sparse belongings and his commute to work only takes twenty-five minutes. There’s also the coffee shop downstairs that is responsible for the chai latte obsession. And there’s a gym two blocks away that Jungkook frequents, and sometimes he goes jogging in a park. 

His normal, blissful life really couldn’t get any better—that was until he actually got along with his new coworkers and ended up at this club.

Jungkook’s been to exactly one club in his life and one house party. Both ended horribly. He’s going to change that now and have a good club experience. 

Well, he’s trying to.

His coworkers are all very talkative and very tipsy. Maybe it was the five tequila shots they had back at Jina’s place. Or the beers along the way. And then the drinks they had inside the first club, and then this one…

Jungkook tried to keep up, but he stopped after the tequila and the beer, feeling very warm inside already.

Most of his coworkers are women in their early thirties so they dote on him like he’s their newest pet. Jungkook isn’t complaining; they bring him homemade cookies and never yell whenever he does something wrong. 

Next to them, there’s Jongho and then there’s Hoseok. The latter is starting to become Jungkook’s first friend in the city. He’s also the one who forced Jungkook to come along.

For the entire evening, Hoseok has been chatting nonstop. About the job, about his ex-fling who keeps showing up to his place (“a stalker?” Jungkook had proposed), about his dying grandma who no one will miss, about organizing a book club, and so much more. Jungkook is unable to keep up. He doesn’t get much speaking time, so he listens attentively, slurping on sweet mocktails. He lied to Jina and said there’s alcohol inside. 

Still, all the drinking is filling up his bladder. After an hour, Jungkook awkwardly stands up from their booth, nearly tripping over a gigantic vodka bottle. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook says breathlessly, “I will go to the toilet real quick, okay?”

For a moment, Hoseok looks annoyed. Then he shrugs and shouts, “Alrighty! I’ll see you on the dance floor after!” He weasels past Jungkook and saunters off to the dance floor where he meets the others and they all squeal, acting like it’s the first time they’re seeing each other.

Jungkook shakes his head with a little sigh. He’ll probably have to haul Hoseok out of here later.

It takes him ten minutes to even make it through the dance floor. He is elbowed three times, and people step onto his white shoes, making Jungkook hold back a wince. 

When he’s finally reached the line for the toilets, he slows down, leaning against the wall. 

A sudden hand on his shoulder prompts Jungkook to whirl around. He expects some drunken person behind him, but he is proved wrong. 

So wrong, Jungkook isn’t sure if he’s actually seeing what he’s seeing.

He’s got somewhat of a good memory. Not exactly eidetic, but… he rarely forgets things, nor faces.

The face in front of him is one he would never forget. Not even if someone tried hypnotizing him. Not even amnesia could hold him back.

“Jimin hyung?” Jungkook breathes out. All the memories are defrosting in his mind, catapulting him back to his teenage self.

For a moment, Jimin says nothing. His eyes are glowing, like he’s wearing colored contacts. In this lighting, his skin looks porcelain too. God, he doesn’t match Jungkook’s memory at all. Somehow, he is even more beautiful outside of it.

“No,” Jimin clips. “You’re mistaken.”

“What?” Jungkook deadpans.

“I’m– Who are you?”

Oh.

“I’m Jungkook,” Jungkook says, remembering the last time Jimin saw him he was a scrawny fifteen year old. Of course he wouldn’t exactly be able to place Jungkook’s current appearance. 

Also, a club in a different city isn’t exactly the place to run into your former best friend’s baby brother whom you once babysat out of pity.

“Jungkookie?!” Jimin squeaks, blinking. 

“So you remember me,” Jungkook says, smiling a little. Jimin remembers him. 

“I– No, I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

This feels like one of those once in a lifetime things where you need to grasp it or it will disappear forever. So Jungkook decides to throw himself into the interaction. He was never that close to Jimin, but there was fondness between them, there was Jungkook admiring Jimin, and there was Jimin encouraging him. Kind, responsible Jimin, who helped Jungkook make it to adulthood, even if he has no idea about it. 

“Hyung, I can’t believe I ran into you here. I– I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” 

“Who are you calling hyung? I don’t know you,” Jimin insists, looking rather worried now.

“You really didn’t age, hyung,” Jungkook goes on, unsure what to make of Jimin’s clear discomfort. Does he really not remember? “Like, of course you look older– like, I mean, more mature, but you don’t look old–”

Jimin blinks at him, not pulling a single facial muscle.

“You look really good and I also had, like, five shots and three cocktails so maybe I’m a little drunk, so I don’t know why I’m still speaking, but– but–” Jimin always made Jungkook shy. Even when he wasn’t intentionally doing anything. He was just– Ugh. Jungkook's ears feel very hot.

“You shouldn’t drink so much,” Jimin chides him then. “I mean, would have a nice effect on me– Sorry, I meant being intoxicated of course feels nice, but aren’t you like seventeen?”

“I’m twenty-four, hyung,” Jungkook says, grinning because oh-my-god he is twenty-four now and he just ran into Jimin. 

Jimin, who disappeared years ago and no one heard from ever again.

Jimin, who still sometimes haunts Jungkook’s dreams.

“What?!” Jimin splutters. “Twenty-four?!”

“Yeah, I just moved here. Started a job, so I’m out with my new colleagues. They’re really kind. I’m having fun.”

“That explains this biceps,” Jimin says thoughtfully, squeezing Jungkook’s arm.

“I do biceps curls,” Jungkook prompts.

“Do you now?” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook says eagerly. “W-what about you, hyung? Are you here with friends? If you don’t mind me asking, of course, ha… ha.”

“I’m… hunting,” Jimin says slowly. 

“Oh, fun!” Jungkook acknowledges, nodding supportively. Must be some type of slang Jungkook isn’t aware of. He’ll just play along.

“Eh,” Jimin shrugs, “I haven’t satisfied my hunger yet.”

“Oh. What would satisfy it?”

Jimin sighs heavily. “Well, you. But you’re off limits.”

Jungkook must have taken drugs accidentally because what did Jimin just say?!

“You sure you’re Jungkook?” Jimin asks critically, eyes sweeping up and down Jungkook’s body. “I don’t remember Jaewoo’s little brother as this tall and jacked.”

“So you do remember me, hyung.” Jungkook is beaming like a fucking star on crack.

“I do. Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately,” Jungkook echoes. 

“Fuck, I just wanted to eat,” Jimin whines, looking pissed. “Okay, Jungkookie, look at me real quick, yeah?”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate a single second. Jimin always had this assertive tone, even when he wasn’t even trying. Or maybe Jungkook is just a little too willing. A little too… eager.

“Like this?” he asks Jimin, looking into his pretty obsidian eyes, shimmering in a reddish tone when the light of the club hits them.

“Yeah,” Jimin confirms, “that’s good…”

“Okay, and now?”

A shadow takes over Jimin’s eyes, stealing Jungkook’s breath. “Now you forget you ran into me.”

Jungkook feels like something tries to reach inside his mind. “I do?”

Something about the question makes Jimin pull back. “Yes, you forget.”

“Oh, okay,” Jungkook mumbles, kind of disappointed. Why does Jimin want him to forget about this?

There’s a small pause, and Jungkook ends up losing himself in Jimin’s shiny eyes. He sways a little, unsure if it’s because the alcohol is getting to him or if it’s the effect Jimin has on him. Might be a little of both, but if he’s honest, it’s primarily the way Jimin’s eyes keep him prisoner, the way his lips glisten, the softness of his voice…

“You… why are you still looking at me like you know me?” Jimin mutters, scowling.

“Shouldn’t I?” Jungkook is confused now. And definitely drunker than he calculated. “I could never forget you, hyung.”

“I– Why isn’t it working?” 

“What isn’t?”

Jimin blinks strongly, whispering under his breath, “Am I broken?”

“Hyung, why would you say that?” Jungkook latches onto those words. He basically doesn’t know Jimin anymore—because not seeing someone for this long definitely means you don’t know who they have become in the meantime—but he can’t bear the thought of Jimin being self-deprecating. 

It makes him recall the way Jimin withdrew in the last few months of being his “babysitter.”. He would hang out less with Jaewoo and their other friends, and he would constantly look distant, mentally unreachable.

Jungkook never knew why. 

He never found out after either. After Jimin left. After that era ended.

It feels a little presumptuous, and a little like Jungkook is interpreting too much into things (he has a tendency to do that), but now that he is an adult, he decides right then and there that he will get to know Jimin again. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks.

“I…” The words seem to die in the back of Jimin’s throat. Something in his gaze goes from confused to outright terrified. 

Like water, he slips between Jungkook’s fingers when he whirls around and disappears in the blink of an eye.

Stunned, Jungkook remains exactly where he is. He looks down at his hands, at his feet, just to check if this was real.

He looks up after a while, gazing after Jimin, who left no trace behind except for the fresh memories on Jungkook’s mind. 

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The simplicity of life never bothered Jungkook.

He’s thought about it plenty of times—like one does when you have a limited social life and too much time on your hands—but he realized there is something gratifying about being able to establish routines, discover favorite meals, drinks, songs, places, and to know who you are.

Jungkook might be reserved and, sure, he struggled a little growing up, but who doesn’t?

Still, he never questioned who he was. From a young age on, Jungkook had a well-developed sense of self. Something that kept him anchored when shit came his way. 

Others might look at his life and call it boring or underwhelming, but at least Jungkook is at peace. Since graduating, trying for jobs, being in between life chapters, and then actually landing a job in the big city, Jungkook somehow managed to keep his routines (and his sense of self) even though transitioning into a 9 to 5 and moving across the country wasn’t exactly easy. 

He still manages to eat wraps every Monday and lasagna every Friday, and he goes to the cinema once a month, to a museum every two months, and he checks out new cafes, new small shops, new songs, new shows, new books. 

Another routine he follows diligently is donating blood approximately every twelve weeks. His blood type is O-negative, so he’s been going regularly since turning eighteen.

Hanna used to call him a saint, but Jungkook honestly just goes for the free food and the gift vouchers you receive afterwards (and maybe because giving back feels a little good). In college, when he was broke as fuck, it also helped him stay afloat. Now that he’s earning a somewhat liveable wage, he still goes. It’s good karma, Namjoon would say. 

So, Friday afternoon (the ingredients needed for lasagna already waiting for him at home), he clocks out at four, tries to convince Hoseok to come with him, but shows understanding when Hoseok declines (apparently he is scared of blood), and heads over alone, humming a Jeff Buckley song while eating an overpriced salmon-avocado bagel. He buys a coke on the way too, just in case he feels woozy later, and makes it right on time for his appointment he booked online.

The facility he chose looks extremely modern. There’s a large reception area, and several other people are in the line in front of Jungkook. 

He keeps one airpod in, slightly bopping his head as he waits to get checked in. As soon as it’s his turn, it all moves quickly and Jungkook is sent to the donation booth and told to sit down on one of the chairs.

“You may sit down here. Someone will be with you in just a second,” the worker says sweetly, giving him a smile.

Jungkook smiles back awkwardly. “Thanks.”

Jungkook sits down comfortably, stretching out his dominant arm to place it on the arm rest. Since he’s done this a million times already, he clenches and unclenches his hand a couple of times, pumping blood, preparing his veins for the needle. Working out a lot helps too, because his veins are naturally very defined, perfect for drawing blood.

Since he has nothing better to do, he checks out his surroundings, watching how other people get their blood drawn. Across the room, a woman passes out right after standing up, earning herself a groan from the phlebotomist. “I told you not to stand up immediately,” the phlebotomist mutters, helping the woman back up. “Lie down, lady.”

Jungkook chuckles internally, watching the woman nearly pass out again when she refuses to listen, letting out a dramatic whine instead. 

He completely misses the presence that creeps up on him from the left, carrying a tray.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Jungkook flinches, head snapping up. 

Running into Jimin once is a coincidence, twice is an even bigger coincidence. Jungkook doesn’t believe in fate, but he very well might do so from now on. Never too late to find faith. 

In blue scrubs (which suit him dangerously well), Jimin stands next to his bed, staring Jungkook down with a blank face, and all memories from last week return with full force. The club, the lights, the brief words and looks they exchanged…

“J-Jimin hyung,” Jungkook breathes out, nearly choking on his words. 

“Great,” Jimin nods, rolling his eyes, “it didn’t work.”

Jungkook has no idea what Jimin means. Ungainly, he asks, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“No, what are you doing here?”

“I– I donate blood.”

“You donate your blood?” Jimin says, a little high pitched. “Your perfect bl–” He clamps his mouth shut, starting again. “You donate blood. Got it. Makes sense since you’re literally at a blood donation center right now, yeah. Don’t mind me. I’m gonna have to potentially throw myself into traffic.”

“What? Traffic? I– Do you work here? You look like you work here. You– I–” Suddenly, Jungkook can’t speak clearly. 

“Well, obviously, since I'm wearing scrubs and am supposed to draw your blood.” He rolls his eyes again and Jungkook feels a jolt go through his body, the small reaction doing something ineffable to him. 

“That’s cool,” Jungkook retorts kindly. “I– It’s such a cool job.”

“Wasn’t my first choice,” Jimin says.

“Oh.”

“Well,” Jimin clears his throat, “I hope you didn’t come here because you knew I work here.”

“What?” Jungkook squeals. “No, I didn’t. I promise, hyung, I didn’t know! I recently moved here, and back in Busan I always donated blood, so I wanted to continue doing that a-and so I—”

“You are rambling, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin cuts in, softer than expected. 

Jungkook stops speaking, stops breathing—stops existing altogether.

“I tend to do that,” he breathes out. 

Jimin’s lips quirk up. “Hmm, cute. I remember that.” 

“You do?”

Jimin doesn’t answer, only smiles politely. Well, professionally, Jungkook should say. 

In college, Jungkook got rid of his social awkwardness. Well, to a certain degree. But he gained muscles when he realized the gym is a routine he enjoys, got a nice haircut, and stopped wearing the same boring clothes, which meant there were people calling him cute other than his mother. 

None of them got to him. None of them felt right when they said it. 

But Jimin hyung…

“Let’s take your blood then,” Jimin announces, reaching for Jungkook’s arm without any warning.

Jungkook flinches, totally unprepared for the physical contact and Jimin’s ice-cold fingers wrapping around his arm. 

“Do you usually donate with this arm?” he wonders. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook rasps, trying to play cool even though there are goosebumps riding up his arm, exposing him.

“Hm, your veins…” Jimin doesn’t finish the sentence, but he runs a finger up a prominent vein, following it to the crook of his elbow. 

“It’s– They usually take it from there,” Jungkook whispers huskily.

“It pulsates strongly.” Jimin is completely focused, the tip of his finger pressing down on the vein, listening to the pump of Jungkook’s blood. He must feel the way Jungkook’s pulse is racing. 

His ears are burning too, not hiding his embarrassment and simultaneous excitement, but the words lie on Jungkook’s tongue and before he can do anything to stop himself, he is already uttering, “I’m a little nervous, hyung.”

“I can tell. You don’t like seeing blood?”

“No, I–” He breathes in sharply. “Yeah,” he ends up lying, “I don’t.”

That makes Jimin look up. His dark hair is such a beautiful contrast to the color of his skin. A few rays of sun fall into the room, hitting Jimin’s eyes dead on. Jungkook remembered Jimin’s eyes to be brown, but now they look almost black with a weird red hue to them…

“Okay, little liar,” Jimin snickers. “Well, get ready for the needle.”

“I– I’m not lying,” Jungkook stutters.

Jimin doesn’t warn him again before piercing the needle through Jungkook’s skin right into the vein. It barely hurts. In fact, Jungkook is too enchanted by the interaction itself, he forgets he came here to donate blood.

“You’re doing good,” Jimin says quietly, his hands moving fast. 

“I am?” Jungkook breathes on instinct, not used to Jimin’s praise anymore. He was never sparse with it, always expressing how proud he was of Jungkook, how he was a good student, a good listener, a good person. 

Jungkook notices nothing around him. The background noise fades, every sense zoning in on Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t reply to Jungkook’s breathy mess of a question. Jungkook’s blood flows into the bag and Jimin watches it closely, just like Jungkook watches Jimin closely. 

“Okay, stay like this for a moment, I’ll come back,” Jimin instructs, making sure the blood flows smoothly. 

Jungkook barely has time to react before Jimin whisks away, leaving him utterly stunned. 

Jungkook didn’t tell anyone about his encounter with Jimin in the club. Mostly because it’s been a very long time since anyone mentioned Jimin. During family dinners, he’s not brought up, because why would he? He was one of Jaewoo’s ten million friends and their parents never really bothered remembering them all. Surely, they would recall Jimin, since he was perfect in their mother’s eyes, but that was a decade ago.

Since Jimin cut off contact, Jaewoo moved on. He’s made ten million new friends, went to med school, is now suffering through residency, and jumps from one relationship to another. He’s Jungkook’s polar opposite. Still, every Sunday, they talk on the phone and Jungkook indulges in all the med talk and Jaewoo sometimes spares him five minutes to rave about his new life. He’s never been the best listener, but when needed, he offers great advice. Kind of paradoxical, because he never takes his own. 

Either way, Jimin is a ghost of the past. And Jungkook isn’t completely dense; there is a reason Jimin made sure not to keep in touch. Jungkook isn’t sure what it is, but he might be able to get to the bottom of it. 

In the approximately ten minutes he sits there, blood leaving his body, Jungkook conjures up reasons for Jimin’s abrupt ghosting all those years ago. None of them seem realistic. Then again, he never knew Jimin that well. The time they spent together was limited. If he’s honest, he idealized Jimin too much. 

“Are you staring holes into the wall?”

His voice feels like it wraps itself around Jungkook’s heart, tugging on it, forcing it to flutter. 

“Uhm,” Jungkook splutters. 

“You feeling okay?” Jimin pokes, frowning. For someone who should be almost thirty, his skin looks almost porcelain. As if not a single crease could ever appear in it.

“Yeah, splendid, hyung,” Jungkook says thickly. 

“Okay, let’s get you off this thing so you can have some sugar.” 

“I– I brought coke.”

Jimin pauses, arching a brow.

“I mean– a coke.”

Jimin hums. “Prepared. That’s very good.”

It’s not exactly praise, but it does something to Jungkook. “Yeah, I donate often,” he retorts. “Like, every twelve weeks. My iron levels are good. I– I make sure to balance my diet.”

“You look the part,” Jimin says. Unfortunately, he doesn’t sound as interested as Jungkook hoped. Nor is there much approval in his tone. “You may try standing up,” Jimin adds softly after placing a little dino-themed bandaid on the wound. 

“Already?” Jungkook wonders breathily.

“You’ll be fine.”

Since Jimin said it, Jungkook is going to believe him. He sets his feet on the ground, one by one, and slowly stands up. It’s kind of satisfying to realize he’s slightly taller than Jimin now. He grew up, and he hopes Jimin registers it. 

“I’m not even dizzy,” Jungkook whispers, grinning proudly.

Jimin arches a brow. “It’s the adrenaline rushing through you.”

“Hyung, it’s because you made me nervous,” Jungkook admits. He should really work on not always saying out loud what crosses his mind. 

“You’re silly,” Jimin says dismissively. 

“Can I come back here, hyung? For my next appointment?”

Jimin’s expression hardens. Something in his eyes moves, as if his pupils grew suddenly. “Try to forget me,” he says ruefully. 

Jungkook blinks, dizzy suddenly. His vision blurs for a moment, and his knees nearly buckle. When his vision clears up again, he is alone.

Jimin is nowhere to be seen.

Jungkook feels weird again. Disjointed. As if something was almost taken from him, but he can’t pinpoint what. Then again, life has often felt that way to him. He’s come close to many things, but never close enough to grasp them. This just might be one of them.

With a heavy heart, Jungkook leaves the blood donation center.

He thinks about what Jimin said the entire way home. Try to forget me, Jimin demanded, but it is doing the opposite to Jungkook.

It propels him back in time, making him recall all moments he ever shared with Jimin, no matter how small and insignificant.

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The first time Jungkook laid eyes on Jimin, he was doing a puzzle, sitting at the kitchen table, fully concentrated. He was good at that. Things like this, as compared to everything else, had been easy for Jungkook.

The concentration, however, faded instantly when Jaewoo came storming in, being his untamed self. On that day, he wasn’t alone. He had a new friend over. Jungkook would never forget that day.

Gguk, Jaewoo had said with a tinge of indifference, you know Jimin yet?

Jungkook had looked up at the right moment—the most perfect, unforgettable moment. Jimin was walking inside just then, a windrush coming in through the open kitchen window because it was early May and the air tasted of the promise of summer and changes. 

The wind caught him, his hair fluttering. Time slowed down as eleven-year-old Jungkook fell for fourteen-year-old Jimin, selling his heart on the spot.

And then Jimin crouched down, picking up one of the missing puzzle pieces the wind had blown off the table. Oh, here, I think this belongs to you, he had said softly, handing it to Jungkook. The younger boy had been staring open-mouthed, his cheeks covered by a rosy hue. 

Thank you, Jungkook had croaked out.

Ha, you’re cute, Jimin had retorted.

Don’t mind him, Jaewoo had interrupted, destroying the moment for Jungkook. Let’s go, Jimin.

Jimin had pulled away, sending Jungkook an apologetic smile. But he didn’t leave without wishing Jungkook good luck with the puzzle. 

Jungkook still has that puzzle. Sometimes, when he’s really bored, he gets it from underneath his bed and reminisces. 

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Jimin went through it four, five, maybe even six times with Taehyung, and he came to the conclusion that the whole thing was a temporary failure on his part. He’s not been a vampire long enough to be an expert at anything really, but one thing has been reliable with no doubt: compulsion. 

Jimin just has to look someone in the eye, focus, and say the command. So when it failed twice on Jungkook, Jimin was at a loss for words. He went through the worst year of his life and acquired the gift to compel anyone he wants to, but then it suddenly doesn’t work when it really has to work? What a joke. 

Taehyung suggested it was due to Jimin’s delicate condition on that day, but how does he explain the day at the donation center where Jimin failed despite not being thirsty? 

(It’s a half-truth because, if he’s frank, it’s impossible to not be thirsty for Jungkook’s blood.)

It’s been a week and a handful of days since then and Jimin is… terrified. To make sure he’s not dying or losing his abilities, he compelled every human he came across for a whole week. Nothing major but just to check himself. It worked every time, so why is it not working on Jungkook?

He even considered reaching out to someone he swore not to reach out to ever again due to his own ego, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and Jimin is potentially fucked if Jungkook speaks to anyone about this. So what he’s about to do might be his last resort.

Jungkook, bless his soul, has no idea how much of a danger he presents to Jimin right now. It’s not his fault that he has good-smelling (and most certainly also good-tasting) blood and hence popped up on Jimin’s food radar that night at the club. 

Actually, yes, it’s his fault. How dare he show up all doe-eyed, blooded-up, waltzing into Jimin’s perfectly structured life, testing his self control?

The real problem is, if Jimin caught onto it, it’s only a matter of time until others will too. This city is more of a vamp hotspot than their hometown, so Jimin’s slightly worried. Some vampires aren’t as diligent about erasing their traces and not leaving bodies in their wake. Some simply succumb to their altered nature. Some, as Jimin learned, are weak. 

So Jimin needs to do something about this. 

For starters, he saw and smelled Jungkook first. There better be no other bloodsucker in Jungkook’s vicinity or Jimin might do something stupid. Vampirism comes with a little bit of impulsivity and possessiveness, as you can tell. 

And second of all, that’s Jaewoo’s baby brother he’s talking about. If memory serves him right, then Jungkook was a round-faced, quiet kid always listening attentively to Jimin. He was innocent and he was good.

Maybe that’s what matters here.

Something Jimin learned quickly when he turned was that humans who come too close to creatures of the dark get hurt. Or end up (un)dead. Or both. 

Jimin experienced it first hand; he was the human once, curious of the things dwelling in the dark. 

Guilt crushes him, pressing down on his cold heart which hasn’t beaten in a long time. Sometimes, when Jimin is startled, he imagines it to flinch, to stumble in its rhythm. It never actually happens. It remains still, just like time has stood still for Jimin since he was turned. 

Taehyung is a bad influence because he didn’t agree with Jimin when he suggested he needed to scare Jungkook off. But Taehyung is no vampire. He doesn’t know what the implications are of knowing you will outlive everyone around you—of being frozen in time. 

So, in this case, Jimin has decided to disregard Taehyung’s advice. 

He ended up finding Jungkook quickly, chasing his scent all across town.

Just kidding, he’s not some dog. He just checked the address Jungkook put down on the application for the blood donation. It was all legal. Although Jimin doesn’t care much about the law anymore, a perpetual get-out-of-jail card is now part of his repertoire.

He did, however, manipulate the doorman to let him inside (he didn’t even have to use compulsion for that, his pretty face works wonders) and went up to Jungkook’s apartment, discovering it empty. No, he didn’t commit trespassing, he just stood outside and used his heightened senses to figure out if there’s someone breathing inside or not. Well, and Jungkook’s scent wasn’t strong. Faint, for sure. In the sense that it permeated everything and made Jimin close his eyes, feeling his mouth salivate, but he couldn’t hear it pumping, couldn’t feel the warmth of it yet. 

So Jimin decided to wait outside the apartment complex. To punish himself, he stayed close enough to the building to still smell Jungkook’s faint scent. Maybe he is a dog after all, but he’d not admit that out loud, lest he gets mixed up with the freaking werewolves up north. 

Patience is a funny thing as a vampire; there’s an abundance of it suddenly because you have time, all the time in the world, but you are also prone to boredom. Jimin can’t stand waiting in line, even though it never bothered him much before. These days he helps a little with compulsion. But waiting for a prey to show up? Yeah, Jimin can wait at the same spot for days on end. Not that Jungkook is prey… He was promoted to problematic-person-from-his-past.

Still, Jimin treats ambushing Jungkook like a vampire would, which means he is ready to threaten and intimidate Jungkook with his charms. 

(Considering the past run-ins, Jimin should have known using his vampire charms would only do the opposite.)

Close to midnight, the waiting pays off and Jungkook is about to turn onto the street. 

Jimin can smell, hear, feel him. Everything about Jungkook is amplified to Jimin’s heightened senses. His walk, confident but not too confident. The song he is humming under his breath—something pathetic, yearning. His voice is melodic and pleasant, as if he, too, has compulsion skills. His scent becomes stronger, making Jimin salivate against his will. Maybe he really is more similar to the werewolves than he thought. 

Once Jungkook comes into sight, Jimin’s body shoots into action, electrified by the idea of 1) finally getting rid of this problem, and 2) getting up close to the most alluring blood he’s ever smelled yet again.

Jungkook is completely oblivious, slightly swaying in his walk, music blasting in his ears. 

Jimin is waiting for the perfect chance to fall over his pre– to fall over Jungkook, but he realizes the guy is so unaware of his surroundings, Jimin discards his plan of jumping him and simply steps out of the shadows, blocking Jungkook’s path. His eyes are still glowing, and Jimin hopes it conveys some dominance, but a part of him fears it will be to no avail. 

Like the dark bears no dangers, Jungkook stops, looks up, and breaks into a big fat smile.

“Hyung, oh!” Jungkook calls out happily, pulling out his airpod. “What are you doing out here this late?”

Jimin almost groans, letting his eyes turn back to normal. This is hopeless; Jungkook is the most oblivious human ever.

“I waited for you in the dark to jump you and scare you off,” Jimin deadpans.

Jungkook laughs. “You are so funny!” He laughs again, and since Jimin can tell when people are lying or faking things, he… he can tell Jungkook means it.

Jimin wasn’t joking, but oh well. 

“Do you live around here, hyung? This is such a coincidence!” Jungkook exclaims. He holds up his hand, counting. “It’s the one…two… third time we’ve run into each other coincidentally! It must be fate, hyung!”

Jimin doesn’t tell him that this time isn’t a coincidence. And that Jimin doesn’t believe in fate. 

“Jungkook,” he says seriously, still deadset on actually pulling through with his plan, “you need to look me in the eyes.”

“N-now?” Jungkook breathes, clearly excited over the prospect.

“Yes.”

“Oh. Should I– should I come closer?”

“Come here,” Jimin purrs, gesturing for Jungkook to step towards him.

The poor thing is so obedient, he immediately shuffles forward, his doe eyes reflecting the light of the streetlamp. 

“L-like this?” he wonders, looking for approval. He’s slightly bent forward, only inches away from Jimin. 

It kind of kills Jimin that he has no sense of survival. Usually, a human’s subconscious takes some time to catch up on the fact that something isn’t exactly right about Jimin, but Jungkook’s seems to be broken. 

His heartbeat is a little too fast and his breath catches when Jimin lifts his hand and grabs Jungkook’s jaw (gently, he’s no monster), and pulls him even closer.

“Why can’t you forget me?” Jimin demands, compulsion making his voice seductive and impossible to ignore.

“I– I don’t know,” Jungkook stammers truthfully. Jimin can't tell if the compulsion worked this time or if Jungkook is just honest.

“It’s been like five years and I wasn’t even an important figure in your life.”

“It’s been longer than that.”

Jimin’s concept of time is fucked. He blames vampirism. 

“Okay, six years,” Jimin concedes. 

“Uhm, more like nine years.”

“Oh my–” The word God gets stuck in Jimin’s throat, making him nearly choke. For a moment, he looks to the side, hand dropping from Jungkook’s chin. He keeps forgetting the old man’s name is no longer available to him. 

“But hyung, I swear I didn’t mean to go to your workplace,” Jungkook says softly, actively searching Jimin’s gaze. “I didn’t, but I was glad to see you.”

Jimin is puzzled. One, Jungkook does not avoid his gaze. Humans tend to do that. They get freaked out the longer they stare at Jimin’s hypnotic eyes, their subconscious sensing imminent danger. But Jungkook’s vitals don’t change. He isn’t afraid. Well, perhaps a little, but not in the way Jimin hoped. He is affected by Jimin, but, again, not in the way Jimin intended. He's into it.

(Unfortunately, Jimin is too.)

“You were glad to see me?” Jimin blurts.

“Of course, hyung,” Jungkook nods strongly.

“Did you tell your brother you saw me?” 

Jungkook shakes his head. “He talks a lot so I just let him talk and don’t really tell him much about what goes on in my life.”

Jimin pulls a frown. “Huh?”

“We call every Sunday,” Jungkook explains, “and share stuff that’s going on. Hyung went to med school, so he has a lot to talk about. He’s always tired so I don’t want to bother him with my boring life.”

Jimin honestly can’t remember that much about Jaewoo, but he does recall that he loved to hear himself talk.

“Despite being busy he should still let you talk,” Jimin says, his frown deepening.

“I know,” Jungkook says, head tilting to the side, a playful sparkle appearing in his eyes. “Hyung, are you mad at him for my sake?”

“I am,” Jimin confirms, surprised by himself with how easily those two words escape his lips.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind. He tries his best. Right now, he’s having a more difficult time than I am, so I am lenient.”

“But–”

“Hyung, do you want to hang out with me some time?” Jungkook questions, breath hitching. “We could try this coffee shop I found. Or maybe go on a walk. The weather is nice these days. Or we can do whatever you’re in the mood for. I like everything.”

Jimin considers flashing his sharp teeth. Maybe that’ll scare him off. Or maybe he could just bite him–

“Sure,” Jimin answers before he knows it, voice a little thin, “let’s hang.”

“Really?” Jungkook grins, and now he’s the one flashing his teeth. They are perfect. 

“I–”

“Next week? Saturday?”

Jimin blinks. “Yeah, Saturday, sure.”

“Great!” Jungkook chirps. “What should we do? Museum? Go on a walk? Have coffee?”

Since Jimin can’t have coffee, he croaks out, “Museum?”

“Cool! Should we meet at the National Museum then? Saturday? 1p.m.?”

Jimin can only nod, not getting a single word out. 

“I’m so excited!” Jungkook exclaims, smiling again. It’s even brighter this time, like the sun. Jimin loves the sun. “See you Saturday then, hyung!”

Jimin watches Jungkook skip away like a little kid on a playground, completely dumb-struck, flabbergasted, and bamboozled over his own incompetence. 

He was supposed to compel Jungkook. He was supposed to end this. 

Somehow he ended up with… a date?

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Hoseok is absolutely delighted when Jungkook tells him he scored a hang out with Jimin.

Well, he doesn’t mention Jimin’s name or any specific details about Jimin—even though Hoseok surely tries his best to squeeze them out of him—but he shares that he is meeting someone next Saturday.

“Who?”

“Someone I know from my childhood.”

“Like an old friend?”

“Not really?”

Hoseok leans in, intrigued. “What is that supposed to mean? Am I sensing a dark past here, Jungkook?”

“Uhm, it means we knew each other but we weren’t really friends?”

He was my first love and I was just my brother’s little brother, but–

“Jungkook-ah, you drive me crazy, you know that, right?”

Jungkook blinks rapidly. “Why?”

“You are so mysterious! Chaehyun and I talked about it the other day!” 

Jungkook sighs dreamily, looking out of the window, thinking about Jimin. “I’m an open book,” he says, wishing Jimin would read him. 

Hoseok looks around as if someone else heard what Jungkook just said. “I’m just not going to comment,” he says, shaking his head. 

“Hyung, should I bring a gift?”

“To a date?”

“It’s not a date!” Jungkook says, shocked. “It’s a hang out!”

“A museum hang out?” Hoseok questions, apparently not on board with Jungkook’s choice of destination.

“Yeah, isn’t that perfectly normal?” Jungkook says sassily. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time, so I asked if he wanted to hang out.”

“Haaaang out,” Hoseok says languidly.

Jungkook must be lacking social context here, because he was under the impression that you should hang out with someone if you want to get closer to them again. And Jungkook really desperately wants to hang out with Jimin hyung. To find out why he left. What he did the past nine years.

“I should bring a gift,” Jungkook decides, nodding. 

“You should show me a picture of this person you’re meeting,” Hoseok counters.

Jungkook pouts. “I have none.”

“Do they have social media?” Hoseok inquires. 

“I don’t know. I don’t use social media much. Like Facebook?”

Hoseok closes his eyes, breathing in deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Christ, have mercy on me. He’s hopeless.”

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The first time Jungkook realized he liked Jimin more than other people, he was supposed to water the plants.

Since Jaewoo was always out and about all summer long, it became Jungkook’s task to help their mother with watering their plants and vegetables in their large garden. He didn’t complain about it because it was therapeutic to sit in a flowerbed, plucking out veggies. 

One thing their mother was most proud of were her roses. She had them in different colors and variations, but Jungkook enjoyed the sunflowers and the lilies more. 

It was a hot July afternoon and Jaewoo’s friends had come over to play. Jungkook was able to somehow be there too, sitting on a stool underneath the grape vines. He was eating ice cream, the kind that tastes like oranges and summer personified, and observing his brother and his friends.

Jaewoo, being charismatic, had everyone hanging on his lips. There were about eight boys and two girls (both in love with Jaewoo) running around their garden. None of them paid attention to Jungkook.

Until Jimin arrived.

He arrived late for reasons unknown to Jungkook. But something inside his chest cracked open when Jimin walked inside, carrying a huge watermelon and a reserved smile, like he was bracing himself for social interaction.

He noticed Jungkook sitting by the grape vines and didn’t hesitate to greet him first.

You got tan, he said casually. Suits you.

I am fourteen now, Jungkook answered, as if it mattered. 

I know, Jimin chuckled. You’re cute. Jaewoo said you got a ton of good grades. He was kind of jealous. I don’t think you actually need anyone helping you with homework, do you?

I do, Jungkook lied because he wanted to make sure Jimin would still help him.

The sunflowers are pretty, Jimin said, getting distracted. 

Jungkook had already made the observation that Jimin moved fluidly from topic to topic. He was good at talking, and Jungkook wasn’t exactly, but in Jimin’s presence he tried harder. 

You are pretty, Jungkook shot back, his voice raspy and his face hot.

Aw, thank you. Do you think I can steal one of the sunflowers? Jimin wondered, not too impressed by the compliment. Jungkook bet he heard it often. If he was closer to Jimin, he’d tell him everyday.

Jungkook knew his mother hated her flowers being touched or meddled with, but this was Jimin. So he said, Yes, of course. I don’t think eomma cares.

Jimin’s smile widened, and Jungkook knew then that lying about it had been worth it. 

Summer suits you, Jungkookie, Jimin said softly, ruffling Jungkook’s hair which had gotten long over spring and now summer.

Jungkook couldn’t reply because no one had ever told him a specific season suited him. 

Okay, gonna say hi to the others now. Do you want some watermelon later?

At least Jungkook managed to nod.

Ha, cute, Jimin said again.

Jimin was officially his favorite person. Maybe he was a little in love already.

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“You see,” Taehyung says slowly, “it’s lowkey your own fault. What can I say–”

“How is it my own fault that he manipulated me into agreeing to a date?” Jimin cries out, throwing himself forward dramatically.

“You ever heard about saying no–”

Jimin interrupts again. “You don’t understand; I had no choice. He is too innocent and I can tell he’s genuine.”

“Fine, then go on a date with him. I don’t see the problem.”

Taehyung doesn’t see a problem in many things. Unfortunately, Jimin does. They aren’t very compatible in that sense. Taehyung usually tries to enable him and then Jimin gives in too, because he is easily influenced. It’s not very ideal.

“And then what?” Jimin chokes out, tugging on his hair.  

“I don’t know. Then you kiss with tongue and live happily ever after?” Taehyung shrugs, turning back to his obnoxiously large cauldron where he’s mixing some kind of poison. Jimin never asks too many questions because the answers tend to confuse him even more.

Jimin blinks incredulously. Taehyung didn’t really grow up among humans. He had his coven and only sparsely interacted with human society, so sometimes his imagination isn’t quite reliable.

“Are you bonkers or something?” Jimin presses out.

“Occasionally,” Taehyung nods proudly. “I think I inhaled too many chemicals.”

Jimin opens his mouth, and then closes it again. 

“Jimin, you think too much. Do you wanna go or not? I think you want to, otherwise your pale bloodsucker ass wouldn’t be crashing out in my lab right now.”

“Lab,” Jimin scoffs, looking around the messiest “lab” he’s ever seen. Taehyung turned a basement room in some nepo baby owned apartment building into his working station. He had Jimin compel the guy into agreeing to let Taehyung live in one of the apartments and to give him the basement too. Since Jimin only has one friend and does actually cherish Taehyung, he agreed. 

But Taehyung only took around a year to run out of space. Jimin has to duck to not knock into the things hanging from the low ceiling. There are a million shelves and boxes full of dubious content. It’s only Jimin’s cautiousness that saved him from accidentally consuming dangerous stuff around here.

“Oh, shut up.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“As someone who works in an actual lab–”

“You just draw blood from people.”

“And I do it exceptionally well.”

“Are you trying to flex on me right now?”

“No.”

Taeyung gives him a sharp look. “You’re bullshitting.”

“I should just ambush him again and maybe scare him a little harder, don’t you think?” Jimin considers. “Like anonymously?”

“Or you could just date him. Rail him. Get railed. I don’t know.”

“He’s like twelve.”

“I thought he was twenty-four?”

“I don’t look at him that way. He’s my former friend’s baby brother.”

Taehyung stops stirring his spoon. “Didn’t you say he is completely jacked and that his blood smells like ambrosia or something?”

Jimin would go red if he could. Thank sky daddy for vampirism because he no longer can. “Pff, I didn’t.” He said Jungkook’s blood smells like liquid sun; there is a difference, thank you very much. 

“You are terrible at lying,” Taehyung scoffs back. “Just eat him and call it a day. I’m sure he won’t complain. As someone who regularly hooks up with a werewolf, I’ve never minded a little bite here and there.”

“You’re disgusting,” Jimin says, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the thought of werewolves.

“You’re so close minded.”

“And you had sex with a dog.”

“One time I had sex with a tree too.”

“Do I even want to know about that one?”

“Probably not.”

Taehyung is so unhinged, who decided it was a good idea to let him live on his own? 

(Jimin had a hand in it, but we digress.)

“Coming back to my dilemma,” Jimin redirects the topic, “I doubt Jungkook would enjoy getting bitten. He’s just… nice. I don’t think he’s into me either.”

“He’s missing out then. On the biting, I mean.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“You’re grumpy.”

“Sorry that the prospect of eternal damnation has made me grumpy.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes so hard, Jimin hopes they get stuck. “Just bite him and get over it.”

“I can’t just bite a human!”

Too bad for Jimin because drinking blood is, unfortunately, his main hobby. His only hobby.

For humans it’s incomprehensible how good blood tastes to a vampire. To Jimin, it’s the closest he comes to feeling life the way he used to as a human. Everything feels different now. Even the way the wind brushes his skin. 

The worst part is that, even though he can step into the sun with the help of a sunlight ring, he can’t feel it the way he used to.

“You sure can. You do it all the time.”

“You’re really no help at all,” Jimin mutters pettily, knowing Taehyung is right. He goes hunting regularly, who is he even kidding?

But Jungkook isn’t just any human. He’s prey, because all humans are by nature, but he’s exquisite prey. Jimin doesn’t deserve him. He’s luxury goods. Off limits. A delicacy.

“Give it a month or so and then you’ll have forgotten about him already,” Taehyung waves him off. 

“Hm,” Jimin grunts, pouting. 

That won’t happen. But if he’s honest with himself, he’s not even mad about that.

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Jimin comes right on time on Saturday, and he isn’t sure what he expected because Jungkook doesn’t seem like a guy that would be late, but the sight that awaits him at the museum almost makes his heart squeeze. It doesn’t, because it can’t, but Jimin tells himself it would have if he was human.

Jungkook is standing on the sidewalk, next to a bench, a tote bag almost slipping from his shoulder, a bouquet of flowers in his left hand, and another small thing in his other, and he– he breaks into a gigantic grin when he spots Jimin. 

Sky daddy, how could you do this to Jimin? How could Jimin ever be mean to this boy?

Well, boy is the wrong word. Jimin’s brain took some time to realize he’s not talking to a fourteen-year-old, but a fully grown man. And what he told Taehyung about Jungkook being jacked wasn’t exactly a lie either. Jungkook is definitely filling out his shirt well. He’s lean, but his waist is slim, perfect for hands to sneak around and—

“Hyung, you’re here!” Jungkook says happily, a sweet smile on his lips.

“Hi,” Jimin says, unable to hold back a smile too. Jungkook is contagious, fuck.

“I got you sunflowers,” Jungkook whispers, pushing the thick bouquet at Jimin.

“You got me…” Jimin loves sunflowers.

“I remember you always liked the ones eomma grew.”

Jimin blinks dumbly, completely taken aback. “You remembered that?”

“Hyung, I told you, I remember it all,” Jungkook says, looking a little proud now. “A-also,” he adds, handing Jimin the other thing, “here’s some, uhm, some chocolate.”

“Oh,” Jimin whispers, taking it. It’s a pack of Lindt chocolate, the really good kind. “Thank you,” Jimin says sincerely.

“You liked chocolate, right? One time for his birthday, Jaewoo hyung got this chocolate bar and you were hungry so I stole it and gave it to you, hyung.”

Jimin looks up. He really looks at Jungkook. “Yeah,” Jimin murmurs, his eyes flicking over Jungkook’s face. His hair still seems soft and his eyes also haven’t changed. Nor has the way he looks at Jimin. 

Like he’s human.

No one looks at Jimin like that anymore. 

Strangers don’t know right away, and his colleagues at work also don’t suspect Jimin to be a vampire because that would be ridiculous but their gazes linger from time to time and some shiver in his presence, human instincts kicking in. They feel uneasy, sometimes even threatened, but none of them have a rational answer for it. 

Jungkook is an exception. 

“You…” Jimin can’t form a full sentence.

“Oh, do I look sweaty or something? Sorry, I came early to make sure you wouldn’t have to wait for me.”

“No, you look…”

Jungkook waits expectantly. 

“Nothing,” Jimin says hastily. “How– How early did you come?”

“Oh,” Jungkook says with a dismissive wave, “like an hour early?”

“HUH?”

“Maybe one and a half? I did people-watching in the meantime. Had some conversations with a few grandmas who told me I looked like a handsome gentleman,” Jungkook says mischievously.

One and a half hours… 

“Don’t do that,” Jimin says scoldingly.

“People watching?” Jungkook repeats, a little confused.

“No, I mean– Why come so early? Were you worried I’d not show or something?”

“No, I wanted to make sure I could welcome you.”

“To the sidewalk?”

Jungkook thinks about it for a moment. “No, more like… to our hang out?”

“You didn’t have to—” Jungkook’s innocent eyes flash through Jimin’s mind and he just falls silent, going back to helplessly staring at Jungkook. “Do you think I can take the bouquet inside?” Jimin wonders raspily instead. 

“Oh, I didn’t think about that.”

“It’s okay. I’ll ask at the reception when we buy tickets.”

“Hyung, I already got them.”

Jimin feels shitty. Jungkook got the tickets, flowers, chocolate (Jimin can’t eat it, but the gesture counts), and Jimin got nothing. 

“But why?” Jimin croaks out.

Jungkook shrugs like it was the most normal thing in the world to prepare all this. “‘Cause I asked you to come to the museum, so I thought it’s only right that I buy the tickets? Also, I kinda earn money now so it’s no problem.”

“Right, you moved here for work,” Jimin mumbles, feeling even shittier now. 

“Yes, hyung.”

“Do you want to tell me about it while we head inside?”

“Oh? Yeah, sure, it’s boring though, hyung.”

“Let that be up to my judgment.”

Jungkook nods easily. “Okay, just say the word and I’ll stop talking about myself.”

“Won’t happen.”

Jaewoo, that dick, must have done a number on Jungkook because why would anyone be annoyed at Jungkook ever?

If Jimin wasn’t in self-chosen exile from humans, he’d call Jaewoo up and force him to actually listen to his little brother. Maybe compel him. Maybe send him creepy dreams. 

The thought alone, however, makes Jimin’s inside shrivel up. If Jaewoo learns where Jimin is, would he try to establish contact? Would more people find out? Would Jimin’s parents care?

If Jimin is honest with himself, he doesn’t think they would. It was easy to let his family go, because when did they ever truly care?

“Hyung, I’m so happy you came, by the way!” Jungkook says honestly. “You’re my only true friend from back home in this city. Feels like I got a piece of home with me now.”

Friend… 

Jimin is a horrible being because he retorts nothing. The bitter taste of uncertainty returns to his tongue, making him swallow uncomfortably. 

He can’t ever see Jungkook again after this. It wouldn’t be fair. 

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

Jimin gets home at around ten p.m.

He met Jungkook at one pm. 

Jimin doesn’t know where the time went.

One moment they were casually strolling through the museum and Jungkook was nerding out on the art pieces, and the next they were walking around the city, and Jungkook bought them coffee, and Jimin drank the coffee, despite not exactly being able to digest it. 

So now, at ten pm, he’s puking into Taehyung’s toilet bowl, regretting every choice he made today.

“The flowers are so pretty,” the witch muses. “Want me to dry them for you later?”

Jimin shakes his head, his stomach revolting against the coffee.

He’d survive a bullet, a knife, or any other physical injury, but a coffee is what forces him to his knees. 

In the end, he tried to run home (vampire speed is a blessing) but didn’t make it, so he ended up at Taehyung’s place again, which was closer.

“Can I try the chocolate?” Taehyung wonders, eyeing the Lindt chocolates Jimin pushed at him alongside the sunflowers.

Jimin glares at Taehyung from the ground. “No. They’re mine.”

“What will you do with them? Eat them? Look what one measly coffee is doing to you.”

“And what if I will?” Jimin whines, right when his stomach is cramping up again, warning him about a second wave of nausea coming. 

“You’re such a masochist, Jimin.”

The pain makes him feel human. Makes him feel like he deserved today. 

Drinking coffee with Jungkook, talking with Jungkook, hearing all about his data analyst job at this big corporation, seeing him smile and blush, hearing his heartbeat quicken and slow down, smelling his sweet, sweet blood…

Jimin takes back what he said earlier; he doesn’t regret anything.

Today was one of the best days since turning. 

Maybe there is hope? Maybe he can pretend a little longer?

“I’m so fucked.”

“Then pray to God or something,” Taehyung says jokingly.

Jimin gives him a death glare. “Foul, Taehyung. Really foul.”

“Come on, say it. Say God.”

“I’m not even religious,” Jimin scoffs, shrugging Taehyung off. 

“Still can’t say his name though,” Taehyung snickers, overly delighted by Jimin’s curse.

“I hate your guts, have I ever told you that?”

“Oh, plenty of times.”

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

To Jimin’s horror (and Taehyung’s amusement), he keeps agreeing to meet up with Jungkook.

He tells himself it’s because Jungkook smells good and that it helps him train his self-restraint, but, frankly, he is full of shit.

Deep down, he knows it’s because Jungkook is easy to talk to and doesn’t judge. He doesn’t care that Jimin is obviously different. That Jimin is secretive and distant and never stays longer than two or three hours. That he sometimes doesn’t breathe, doesn’t blink and doesn’t move. That his skin is perpetually too cold. Or that his eyes have the wrong color.

Jungkook just… accepts it.

Well, he asks, of course, but he doesn’t prod. Doesn’t dig too deep. 

Carefully, like he doesn’t want to offend Jimin, he wonders one day, “Are you iron deficient, hyung?”

“No.” Jimin gets the question often. Especially from colleagues who like to bitch around. 

“Oh.”

“I’m just pale. And run cold. Bad circulation, I guess.”

“Hm,” Jungkook says then, “good thing I run hot, right? We compliment each other!”

Jimin can only blink and stare, and then blink and stare some more. It’s all he does in Jungkook’s presence; gawk at the human’s obliviousness and marvel over the way it stabs right through his dead-as-fuck heart.

“Yay!” Jungkook adds happily. “You’re cold and I’m hot! Polar opposites!”

And that’s that. Jimin doesn’t dispute it. He keeps thinking about it, though. At night, for example, when he’s supposed to simulate sleep. Or at work. Or when he hunts. Or Or Or–

His thoughts always go the same way: Jungkook is pleasantly warm—he’s awfully human, after all. Jimin is cold—figuratively and literally speaking. And the human is right; they are polar opposites. In a world where Jimin wasn’t an apex predator they might be a fit. 

Jungkook and he continue meeting for coffee. Throwing up becomes a weekly thing for Jimin. Some good ol’ self-punishment for daring to fool Jungkook. But Jimin is also only a man. A very stupid one, at the moment. He drinks the coffee and pays for Jungkook’s, although the human tries to fight him at the counter every time. Jimin is quicker and stronger, though; Jungkook cannot get past him. 

(He does comment on Jimin’s strength, however: “Hyung, you are so strong!”)

Jungkook has many suggestions for activities the two of them could do together. Jimin never says no. If he’s honest, it’s not about the activities itself but about spending time with Jungkook.

Jungkook suggests going to libraries and to parks and to book stores. He takes Jimin to a concert too; some local artist who covers Jeff Buckley and inevitably makes Jungkook cry. 

Jimin finds himself wanting to kill the singer for daring to make Jungkook cry. At the same time, he starts listening to Jeff Buckley after the concert and the lyrics of that one song that Jungkook plays up and down non-stop don’t leave his mind. 

Jungkook creates a playlist titled “For Hyung”. 

Jungkook brings him the last sunflowers of the season. 

And Jungkook wonders, selflessly and selfishly at once, if he could start donating plasma because he read that it can be donated more often. And that way, he could see Jimin more often. Visit him at work. But only if Jimin is okay with that. Hyung has to be okay with it. 

Jimin says yes, because who is he kidding? I’ll take you and I’ll take your plasma. He doesn’t add the other thought crossing his mind: I’ll take the rest of your blood too.

We could make another hang out out of it! Jungkook says happily. 

Sure, Jimin agrees breathily as if he actually needs air. Why not. Yeah. It’s cool.

It’s so not cool.

Nothing is cool.

Taehyung also knows that Jimin is full of shit and never fails to remind him of it. 

Because every time Jimin comes home—and Taehyung is there because he just let himself in—Jimin has to splash water into his face and massage his gums and then head out to hunt. 

But hunting isn’t satisfying these days. Drinking blood isn’t… enough.

On most days, Jimin wakes up and blood is the first thing on his mind. When did it switch to Jungkook? When did that happen? In between the bi-weekly plasma donations?

It’s not forbidden to be close to humans, just terribly unorthodox.

Jimin is still well-integrated in human society. He hasn’t moved on yet, albeit he is aware that sooner or later he will have to. Immortality isn’t exactly tangible yet, but it’s only a matter of time, right? 

Once people figure out he doesn’t age, he’ll have to leave. Once they start to whisper and point fingers. Once they ostracize him for being too stoic and having weird, unexplainable habits.

Jimin masks well, but there will come a point where he can’t hide what he is. 

Especially not from Jungkook if he continues spending every breathing minute with him. 

So the only person he can keep close is Taehyung, but Taehyung can’t scratch every itch Jimin has. Since meeting Jungkook again, Jimin’s cravings have gotten worse and he’s yearning for forbidden things. 

Vampires tend to be loners, but Jimin was a social human. His two sides are competing, and he doesn’t want to give up being human yet. Not entirely.

So he keeps going to coffee shops with Jungkook and watches him go red when Jimin compliments his outfit or things he says. He enjoys the songs Jungkook recommends and hearing about his work. And after every time he shares something about himself or his day, he goes, What about you, hyung?

Oh, nothing, just keep on talking, Jungkook-ah.

Jimin will watch his ears go red. And then his cheeks. He’s taken a liking in making the human blush. It makes Jungkook’s blood rush, intensifying his scent for a split moment. Jimin is obsessed, frankly. Who wouldn’t be? 

He also enjoys pricking Jungkook’s skin. Seeing his blood. Smelling his blood. 

It’s dangerous. 

Jungkook is a walking hazard for Jimin. He’s the object of all of Jimin’s predatory desires but also all of his human ones.

The worst part of it all is the small part of him that wonders if he’s this attached just because of the blood. What if he doesn’t actually care? And what if he does actually care more than he should? What then?

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

“So, anything new in your life, Jungkook-ah?” Jaewoo asks lazily. 

He just came out of a twenty-four hour shift, so he sounds like someone pulled him through a meat grinder. Still, he didn’t miss their Sunday call. Jungkook knows some call his brother a dick, but they don’t see the ways Jaewoo shows up for him.

When no one wanted to play with Jungkook in elementary school, Jaewoo beat up the other kids and forced them to include him. It was slightly counterproductive but the thought counted.

Every year for Jungkook’s birthday, Jaewoo actually gets him something thoughtful, something Jungkook actually wants. It’s perhaps the most unexpected personality trait his brother has; gift giving as a love language? Jungkook also wouldn’t believe it if he wasn’t on the receiving end year after year.

And although Jaewoo really is kind of a dick, Jungkook likes his brother.

“I, uhm…” 

The recent weeks replay in Jungkook’s head. From meeting Jimin in the club to meeting him weekly. Calling him. Texting him. Hanging out with him. 

Still, Jimin asked him not to share anything. Not recently, but he was very stern about it when they first met. 

“The job is going well, yeah,” Jungkook says vaguely. 

“Good. I’m proud. The hustle is important.” Jaewoo is unfortunately a jock turned workaholic. The pipeline is a thing according to Hoseok. Jungkook has no clue about these things, but apparently Jaewoo is a prime example. 

“Right, right,” Jungkook agrees.

“Should I come visit sometime? So you can show me around? Play city guide for your hyung? Like… once I get time off?”

“Sure, hyung.”

“Okay, give me five years.”

Jungkook snorts. “Okay, hyung. I got you.”

“You da best, little bro,” Jaewoo says tiredly. “Okay, I’m about to fall asleep in the elevator. I’ll catch you next week, yeah?”

“See you, love you.”

“Hm, same.”

Jungkook puts his phone down. Jimin is a secret. Jungkook never really had many secrets, but the few he had were all related to Jimin. His crush on him as a teenager, and now his reappearance in Jungkook’s life. Well, and the fact that Jungkook’s feelings haven’t changed. 

But he always had to share Jimin before. Everyone wanted to be Jimin’s friend. This time it feels different; Jungkook has the delusional impression that he gets to have Jimin to himself. 

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

On a Wednesday afternoon in early October, Jungkook invites Jimin over. He made sure his apartment was squeaky clean last night, scrubbing the floor and dusting every surface, even the ones that are only reachable while standing on a chair and on his tiptoes. 

“Hi,” Jungkook says breathily as he rips open the door to his apartment. He was waiting all day long while working from home, shaking from excitement. He saw Jimin three days ago, but every time feels like the first; Jungkook can’t get enough.

“Hey,” Jimin replies, giving Jungkook a crooked smile. 

Jungkook gulps, clutching his chest for a second to get ahold of his racing heart. “How was work, hyung?” 

“It was the same as always,” Jimin says. “And for you?”

“Oh, I was assigned a new project. They’re finally giving me the more challenging stuff!”

Jimin leans against the doorframe, his smile turning proud. “They are? Good. Finally. I know you deserve it. You work so hard. I’m glad they’re finally seeing that.”

“You are too kind to me.”

“No, I’ve just been observing how hard you work.”

“It’s my first 9-to-5, I can’t expect too much.”

“If it was up to me, you’d already have the promotion secured.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook breathes, his eyes going down Jimin’s body. He’s dressed elegantly, like he usually is. Boots and a leather jacket. His dark hair framing his face, showing off his forehead. That hairline is criminal. Jungkook is obsessed. 

“What is it?” Jimin asks him, having caught him staring. 

“I– Do you want coffee?” Jungkook squeaks. 

“I already had two today.”

“Right, that’s plenty. Uhm. Have I told you before that your hairline is perfect, hyung?”

“No,” Jimin chuckles, “you haven’t.”

“It’s actually infuriating. How is it so perfect?” 

“I could say the same about your nose. Why is your nose so perfect?”

Jungkook tries to laugh it off, but compliments from Jimin always go straight to his head. “You’re just saying it for the sake of saying it, hyung,” Jungkook mutters shyly. 

“I’m not,” Jimin says, his voice dropping an octave. His expression hardens slightly. “I mean it.”

“T-thank you.” 

Jimin’s gaze intensifies. Jungkook has observed this a couple of times recently. Jimin will look at him—really look at him—and his eyes darken. It nearly makes Jungkook quiver. Especially because Jimin doesn’t blink once. Not until Jungkook breaks the moment.

After a while, Jungkook does. Because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Jimin by melting into a puddle. He needs to preserve a shrapnel of his dignity. Their relationship is platonic. Jungkook will do better in remembering that.

“Hyung,” Jungkook starts, choking out the word, “I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to go to a fair with me next week?”

“A fair?” 

“There’s one outside the city. We could take the train.”

“I could drive us,” Jimin suggests. “How about that?”

“Oh, if it’s not a problem for you…” Jungkook bats his eyelashes.

“Of course not. What day were you thinking?” 

“Hyung, what about Friday afternoon?” 

“Sounds perfect.”

“Yay,” Jungkook smiles. “It’s going to be great!”

“Hanging out with you always is.”

Jungkook’s smile turns into a grin. “Oh, hyung, I am glad you think so. You are a great friend. I am so glad we hang out like this.”

“Friend,” Jimin echoes. 

“The best!” Jungkook assures, worried Jimin thinks he just didn’t mean it. 

“The best,” Jimin retorts, his voice a little tight.

“Do you– Maybe you should sit down? I’ll fix us a little something!” Jungkook decides, ushering Jimin through the hallway into the living room/kitchen.

He pushes Jimin down onto his couch, ordering, “Stay here.”

“Or what?” Jimin asks in a challenge.

“Or—” Jungkook cannot think of a good enough threat. “Just. Don’t move.”

“Okay,” Jimin nods. “Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook points at Jimin, letting him know he is keeping an eye on him, while he rounds the couch, heading to the kitchen aisle. 

“Hyung, do you want some apples too?” he calls out. 

“Oh, I’m good.”

“Really?” Jungkook asks softly. “They’re fresh. Bought them yesterday from this market down the street.”

“Ah, yeah, I have some at home too. They’ll go bad if I don’t eat them.”

“Okay, hyung.” Jungkook will cut up some for Jimin anyway. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but Jimin is kind of pale. A few vitamins won’t hurt him. Especially now that winter is close. Jungkook needs to make sure Jimin is well taken care of since he seems to be the kind that neglects his own health. Maybe because he works in healthcare? Jaewoo is the same. They are the worst patients. 

Jungkook meticulously begins cutting the apple into pieces while Jimin is sitting quietly on the couch. They could play some Mario Kart today, maybe?

“Hyung, should we– Oh.” 

One moment of not paying attention immediately demands its price. “Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, realizing he cut himself. He drops the apple and the knife back onto the cutting board, teeth gritted.

Blood is dripping from the wound, and Jungkook wants to turn to the sink to wash it off, but suddenly Jimin is there.

“Did you cut yourself?” he demands, his voice slightly shaky.

“Oh, yeah, knife slipped. Let me just—”

“You’re bleeding,” Jimin whispers, his eyes growing wider like the sight terrifies him.

“Hyung, don’t you see blood at work everyday?” 

Instead of answering him, Jimin grabs Jungkook’s wrist without warning, pulling his hand closer with force. Jungkook’s breath lodges in his throat when Jimin wraps his lips around his bleeding finger, closes his eyes, and sucks.

Time stands still.

Jungkook’s lips part, but not a single sound leaves his mouth. His eyes stay trained on Jimin, rendered speechless.

Jimin’s tongue curls around his finger, and Jungkook feels him suck again, getting every last drop. He’s squeezing Jungkook’s hand with such strength, Jungkook almost whimpers. Not because it hurts—well, it does—but…

His gut twists. With a thick gulp, Jungkook shifts slightly, feeling his pants getting a little… tight.

“Oh, hyung, what are you—”

As if Jungkook’s voice pulled him back to reality, Jimin withdraws. His lips are wet from saliva, and so he wipes them with his thumb while staring at Jungkook with glassy eyes, blinking innocently. 

“You taste sweet. Just like I imagined,” he says in a sultry voice, still holding onto Jungkook’s bleeding hand. 

Oh Lord in heaven, Jungkook just got hard. Oh shit. Abort, abort, abort—

“I– Thanks?” Jungkook croaks out, trying to shift in a way that doesn’t reveal the slowly growing tent in his pants.

“I’ve never tasted such sweet blood,” Jimin says, his voice more sultry than before. 

Jungkook is getting a little confused here. Why is Jimin complimenting his blood? Well, on second thought… Any compliment from Jimin hyung is one Jungkook accepts with grace.

“Uhm, hyung,” Jungkook begins awkwardly, feeling hot all over. Dirty, almost. It’s not a bad feeling. Not in the slightest. 

“You’re still bleeding,” Jimin notes, hypnotized by the blood. “You should be more careful around me, Jungkook-ah.”

“I– I can feel it pulsating.”

Jimin’s eyes snap to his face, and Jungkook’s breath lodges in the back of his throat. Jimin is the prettiest person he’s ever seen, but with his lips shiny and pink, he looks even better. Jungkook can’t do anything about the way his body betrays him. He’s not that type of guy, but this is Jimin, and Jimin is… everything. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin whispers.

“Yeah?”

One time in college, Yuna, his roommate’s girlfriend, tried to kiss him. Jungkook still doesn’t know why. She said something about being into him and that he drove her crazy, but Jungkook still dodged her when she leaned over and stuck her lips out in a pout.

He does not dodge Jimin when he finally drops his hand and grabs Jungkook’s face instead. Well, he couldn’t even if he had tried because Jimin’s grip is like iron and Jungkook is definitely dreaming. His fantasies are coming true at once. 

The moment their lips touch, Jungkook lets out a small whine and he feels a surge go through him, pent up feelings exploding. Does this mean Jimin is into him too? That Jungkook wasn’t imagining the chemistry between them? 

Truth be told, he has no idea what he’s doing because he didn’t do much kissing in his twenty-four years on this earth. Not this kind, at least. Not the way Jimin pries his lips apart expertly, his tongue pushing in, stealing Jungkook’s thinking skills and his control. 

He scrambles for leverage, finding the counter, his lower back knocking against it, while Jimin is kissing him relentlessly. Jungkook is dizzy and he is unable to keep up. Everything twists and turns and his blood continues rushing south, his cock hardening embarrassingly fast. 

Jimin bites into his bottom lip, pulling off seductively. He’s completely calm but his eyes shine with unadulterated hunger. Why does it feel like he isn’t breathing? 

Jungkook shivers. A metallic taste spreads on his tongue. His lip feels like it busted. Instinctively, Jungkook touches it, discovering that it’s bleeding a little. “Hyung,” Jungkook rasps, “hyung, you—”

Jimin doesn’t hear him out; he dives back in, pushing Jungkook back against the counter, their bodies aligning, creating delicious friction. Jungkook whines into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. He tries to reciprocate, following his innermost instincts because his brain isn’t working. 

He has his hands in the air, too scared to touch Jimin. If he touched Jimin, he’d probably combust. The way Jimin ruts against him already drives Jungkook insane. This didn’t happen when he practiced kissing first year of college. He wasn’t so… into it. So far gone from making out. 

But this is Jimin.

Jimin tugs on his hair, and Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip. Jimin kisses him like he wants him. 

But the moment Jungkook gains the courage to also touch Jimin by placing his hands on Jimin’s waist (that’s where you’d put them, right?), Jimin freezes. And then he pulls off. He isn’t panting, not like Jungkook is. It really looks like he’s not breathing at all. But he licks over his teeth and they look sharper than Jungkook recalls. 

“You can bite me if you want,” Jungkook blurts, thinking he’s being generous. Also maybe he wouldn’t mind Jimin biting his lip again.

Unfortunately, Jungkook must have said the wrong thing because Jimin’s eyes widen and some sort realization seems to settle in. 

“H-hyung?” Jungkook croaks out. 

Jungkook blinks, and feels a sudden windrush, and when he opens his eyes again, he’s alone in his kitchen/living room. Jimin is not standing in front of him anymore, but Jungkook feels his lips still on his own and his hands running along his body.

He slowly looks around, his fingertips touching his swollen lips.

Jimin is gone and he took Jungkook’s self restraint with him. 

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

Five days after Jimin was turned, he killed his first human.

He’d lie if he said it wasn’t intentional. It was. Because that’s how vampires are wired; the world’s greatest predator, even if the werewolves always try to claim that spot. But they aren’t addicted to blood. They don’t get high on it. Sure, they have their pesky little anger issues, but have you ever tried to suppress hunger when your insides were cramping up and you know that if you don’t eat, you’ll die?

Except, Jimin knows in the back of his mind, he wouldn’t die from not consuming blood; he’d just dry out. And he’d look like a corpse, damned to survive eternity like that, consumed by hunger. 

The kill didn’t feel bad either. Jimin felt good during and right after. High and intoxicated. He felt powerful, like he could do anything. It was right at that moment that he realized that he could, in fact, do anything now. He could compel anyone he wanted, drink and eat and kill and there’d be no consequences.

A few days later he woke up from his rush and felt human again. Felt guilty again. 

The vampire that turned him tried to be compassionate, but after a few centuries, compassion becomes sarcasm apparently. Or maybe that’s just Seokjin, Jimin hasn’t really met that many old vampires yet. Most don’t go longer than three or four centuries. After that, life becomes repetitive and boring and not even blood really excites you anymore.

Or so Jimin imagines.

Eternity is still a prospect so out of reach, Jimin cannot grasp it. It’s too abstract and he’d have to resort to conceptual metaphors to rationalize it. 

It didn’t remain his only kill either. That first year, Jimin became a predator and he couldn’t live on knowing he could hurt anyone he loved. 

Growing up wasn’t particularly hard for Jimin. 

He had two parents who loved him the way parents should. They did enough. Never too much, never too less. 

He had a friend group, good grades, hobbies, and even a dream he wanted to work towards. 

In the years since his turning, he often philosophized and theorized what happened that he ended up where he ended up, and if there was some kind of butterfly effect that made Jimin be in the alley that night. 

Seokjin says there is no such thing as the butterfly effect. Things happen as they happen. He happened to be in that alley too that night. He happened to change Jimin’s life. 

But since Seokjin hasn’t been human for so many centuries that Jimin cannot even count them on two hands, he forgot how humans ruminate. Jimin discovered, funnily enough, that vampires try to tell themselves there is no meaning to life, whereas humans tend to hope for the opposite. 

Jimin is stuck somewhere in between. He’s seen how meaningless a life is, has felt it between his fingertips, but he’s lived that life. He was human—still is. 

It’s going to be those first hundred years, where all his mortal connections slowly die one by one and he has to learn how to live without them, that will pose the real challenge. It’s not the first five or so years where he had to learn to control the bloodlust and the intensified emotions that desperately try to get his dead heart to beat again. Those are irrelevant, forgettable. 

Jimin already mastered them. Hell, he works as a phlebotomist. He ridicules those of his kin without self control. 

But that was before Jungkook.

Jimin knew Jungkook tempted him. He knew he was drawn to him because of his blood.

He just didn’t think he’d actually lose control. 

He could have killed him. And he would have felt good about it.

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

Rock bottom is a place Jimin is intimately familiar with. Being turned into a vampire is like getting all your nerve endings permanently fried and your brain rewired. 

Being in a state of blood-induced delirium was somewhat of a default mode for Jimin. Sometimes he’d get so lost in it, Taehyung had to stake him to knock him out. Not in the heart, but in the stomach or in his chest. 

Unfortunately, that doesn’t even come close to stalking Jungkook. Such an ugly word, but there’s no sugarcoating here; Jimin has been following Jungkook, every free minute has been used for it.

He hasn’t fed since drinking from Jungkook (and then running out like a coward). He doesn’t intend to either.

He can’t be close to Jungkook right now for several very important reasons. One of them being the fact that he’s embarrassed. He fucked it up. The other being that Jungkook seems to have caught on. Maybe he doesn’t know the full truth, but he knows something and that scares Jimin.

However, it doesn’t mean anyone else can come close to Jungkook either. 

Jimin has been by Jungkook’s side for a few months now. He’s seen how people look at Jungkook. He knew, sooner or later, another bloodsucker would come across him and decide he’s a fitting snack. 

That sooner or later is now, and Jimin—driven by the need to protect Jungkook—wastes no time.

The other vampire seems inexperienced, young, and utterly stupid as he follows Jungkook through the streets on his way home from work.

Well, Jimin is following him too, waiting for the perfect moment to catch the other vampire off guard.

The chance presents itself when they walk by the entrance of a small alley. Since it’s late and the streets are relatively empty, it makes the decision easy for Jimin. 

He grabs the other vampire from behind, throwing him into the alley right as they pass by it. 

“Yo—” the man exclaims, jumping up quickly. When he realizes Jimin is a fellow vampire, his expression changes abruptly. “What the fuck do you want?”

Jimin cocks his head to the side. “You picked the wrong prey, dude.”

“You put dibs on him, or what?” he scoffs. The vampire surges forward, probably to intimidate Jimin, but he’s played this game before.

It takes less than a second to rip the vampire’s heart out of his chest, his face blossoming with disbelief before he drops dead, body ashen.

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Yes, I did.”

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

“Stop biting your fingers,” Hoseok chides him, slapping away Jungkook’s hand.

“I’m not hungry,” Jungkook pouts, pushing away his plate. 

“Then don’t eat,” Hoseok shoots back, clicking his tongue. “You’ve been prickly all goddamn week. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You keep staring at your phone every two seconds like you’re hoping someone will call.”

“Just waiting for my brother to text back.”

“Sure,” Hoseok says languidly. “And what about your mysterious friend?”

Jungkook’s lip wobbles. He looks at Hoseok with big eyes.

“Oh shit, are you about to cry?” Hoseok sits up straight, completely taken aback by the unexpected reaction.

“No,” Jungkook sniffles, holding back tears.

“Oh my god,” Hoseok says helplessly, leaning over the table to pat Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“I’m not crying!” Jungkook insists, another shudder going through him, tears springing out of his eyes.

“What did that asshole do to you?!” Hoseok grumbles, shaking his head at Jungkook’s deteriorating state. 

“He– He sucked my blood from my finger and then– then– we kissed and—”

“He did what?!”

“He kissed me and then he ran out!” Jungkook finishes. 

“Go back to the first part—”

“I don’t know, hyung. I thought we were good friends, you know? I never thought that he could see me that way, you know? So this all came as a surprise and maybe I just had too much hope… I don’t know. He hasn’t called or texted and we didn’t go to the fair like we discussed.” Jungkook throws himself forward dramatically, slamming into the table. “It’s over!” he exclaims. “It’s all over!”

“Have you tried to reach out? Maybe he’s also confused?”

“No…” Jungkook pouts, his left cheek squished. 

“Okay, maybe try doing that. Also… please elaborate the blood sucking part for me. I have questions that stem from deep concern.”

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A week of moping around isn’t enough for Jimin, but Taehyung’s constant complaints about Jimin’s foul mood and threatening to kick the vampire out eventually prompt Jimin to reach out to evil incarnate: Seokjin. 

He hasn’t seen or heard from the vampire in such a long time, Jimin isn’t sure if the number will even work as he dials it. 

Despite his age, Seokjin never got stuck in the past and mastered all kinds of technology and modern trends. He picks up after a few long seconds, greeting him with a condescending, “Fledgling.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. 

“I can hear you breathing like a human,” Seokjin snorts. “What’s up?”

Jimin’s around humans all day, so he makes sure he breathes like them and moves like them. He basically cosplays as a human, but after being called out on it, he stops breathing in and out. He lets go of the human shell for a moment, mumbling, “I might have a problem.”

“Got bitten by a mutt? If so, count your days.”

“No, no.”

“Killed your entire family?”

“Ah, no.”

“Did you shit your pants or why are you calling then? This line is strictly for emergencies. Thought you knew. I’m stuck in Romania right now.”

Jimin breathes in deeply. “I… I met a human who can’t be compelled.”

Seokjin breaks out in loud laughter. “Fledgling, there is no such thing.”

“I’ve tried numerous times, but he… can’t be compelled. Maybe I’m broken?”

“He?” Seokjin says. “Who? Dinner? Or a snack?”

“More like a full course meal.”

“Hmmm,” Seokjin hums appreciatively. “Rare gem.”

“Has it ever happened to you?”

“No.”

Jimin buries his face in his hands. “Fuck.”

“Well, do not fret. Just kill him and hide the body. Or incinerate it.”

The thought of killing Jungkook nearly makes Jimin choke. He couldn’t harm Jungkook even if he tried. 

“I can’t.”

“Why?” Seokjin demands.

“I…”

“Oh god,” Seokjin laments, “you are in love.”

Jimin hastily retorts, “It’s not like that!”

“Fledgling, you cannot lie to your maker. You are so screwed. What was my first lesson?”

“Don’t leave bodies.”

“Wait– Right. The second one?”

“Never leave the house hungry?”

“Fuck, then it was the third one.”

“Never fall for a human,” Jimin grumbles, remembering it all too well. Seokjin drilled it into him. He only kept an eye on Jimin for a year, sticking around to make sure Jimin wouldn’t be left to his own devices as he got adjusted to his new life. That is when he introduced Taehyung to Jimin as well and Taehyung made sure Jimin could walk in the sun and had a friend. 

“Exactly. Now, look at you breaking rules. Do I need to come and iron you straight?”

“Maybe I need to burn and starve myself to regain a sense of shame,” Jimin says darkly.

“God,” Seokjin laughs, overusing the word as always, “you know how to exaggerate.”

“Am I going to accidentally kill him, Seokjin?” Jimin is serious now. This is his biggest fear and why he cut out his family and everyone he ever cared about. He could kill them. Could lose control and suck them dry. 

“Do you feel in control around him?” 

“More like he’s stripping all of it away. I want him to see me. See all my urges. I can’t help it. I’ve tried to keep it bottled up, but he just snuck his way into my life. I don’t know what to do.”

“You do know that just because I turned you into a vampire and gave you eternity, you aren’t doomed. You can be happy, fledgling.”

“But…” Does Jimin deserve it yet? 

“I’ve tried to atone,” Seokjin says with a sigh. “Tried to repent and all that nonsense. In the end, I was still a vampire. You have to accept it. We aren’t demons.”

Jimin feels bitter about it, unfortunately. “Sometimes I think it would have been better if you had let me die.”

“Dramatic much today, aren’t we? Is it because your death anniversary is coming up.”

“No,” Jimin says stubbornly.

“Go and tell the human you’re a doomed creature. If he rejects you, you can still kill him and call it a day. Or, I don’t know, eat yourself through half the population and lust after him from afar.”

“He’ll hate me.” Jungkook loves music and being kind to people, so how could he have any sort of understanding towards a creature who kills to live? Who takes from humans?

Jungkook is too good for him.

Seokjin proposes something asinine: “And what if he doesn’t?”

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It was Halloween, funnily enough, when Jimin lived his last day as a human.

It was his favorite holiday. Jimin hated the sight of real blood, but the fake kind intrigued him. Darkness intrigued him. 

He was dressed as the Walmart version of Patrick Bateman so he could get into a club with his friends where a costume was the entry ticket. 

At some point during the night, Jimin went outside to catch some air, his temples hurting from the stuffy air and the shots he had. 

He thought he was alone in the dark alley behind the club’s building, the bass of the music following him outside. He didn’t even notice the person who approached him from the side and stabbed him right in the stomach without any warning and for no apparent reason. 

The only thing Jimin remembers is gasping for air and then dropping to the ground, where he remained for God knows how long. The night sky was beautiful, full of stars. 

Jimin couldn’t move. He could only wait. 

Eventually the scent of his blood had lured Seokjin into the alley. 

The vampire had been dressed in a priest costume, a large bedazzled cross dangling from his neck. Afterwards Jimin found out Seokjin had stolen it from some ancient church’s secret stash. 

Do you wish to live?

Jimin cannot remember if he said yes. Seokjin claims he did, but Seokjin isn’t exactly trustworthy. He does what he wants and never apologizes. It’s a cree all vampires follow once they 

Seokjin bit himself and let his blood drip down into Jimin’s half-opened mouth. It was sweet and tasted of unadulterated life. So Jimin drank, and felt his wounds close up within mere seconds. He stood up, dizzy and unable to comprehend what was going on.

You’ll make a splendid immortal, Seokjin had mused before snapping Jimin’s neck without any hesitation.

Jimin woke up a few hours later, disoriented and covered in blood. 

But it had been Halloween, so no one questioned it. 

And then Jimin followed the feeling simmering in his stomach; the need for blood. 

It just so happened that the first victim he came across was the asshole who stabbed him.

Well, his blood tasted like shit. But seeing him half-dead before his feet was satisfying enough.

Seokjin had been right about one thing; immortality suited Jimin.

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It’s Saturday, and it’s nearly been two weeks without hearing from Jimin. It’s almost November by now. In a few days it’s Halloween. Mira, his coworker, invited him to her annual party, but Jungkook isn’t sure if he’ll go. He’s just not in the mood for social interaction. 

It’s already ten pm because Jungkook took a detour to a grocery store and then lingered in a park, watching the sunset, ruminating about everything. 

However, it seems like he hasn’t been the only one overthinking. 

It comes to a shock to himself when he finds Jimin looming in the dark of his hallway as he climbs the stairs of his apartment building. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, his heart beating even faster than from all those stairs.

Jimin pushes himself off the wall, his face grim. 

Jungkook’s breath catches. Jimin does not look like he came to talk about what… happened. Jungkook’s ears go red just thinking about it. 

“Are you– Is everything okay?” he stammers out. What a stupid thing to say, Jungkook! Of course nothing is alright.

“Let’s do this inside,” Jimin says calmly. 

Jungkook gulps. A part of him expected it. He spent the last two weeks analyzing his entire “relationship” with Jimin. Are they friends? Are they just past acquaintances? Or are they more? Something undefined, something Jungkook has no names for? 

Surely the kiss they shared wasn’t innocent. Kisses, Jungkook should say. He’s never kissed anyone as much as he kissed Jimin—or Jimin kissed him?—that day. 

If he concentrates, he still feels Jimin’s hands on his body. The bruise on his back from where he was pushed against the counter hasn’t completely faded yet either, a testimony of it all.

Jungkook drops his keys twice as he tries to unlock the front door. With Jimin behind him, he feels nervous and unprepared for the imminent end of their bond. 

It was a good time, he tells himself. More than Jungkook could have dreamed of. But good things eventually come to an end. 

Eventually, Jungkook manages to actually insert the key and twist it, the lock clicking open. He heads inside, taking his shoes off, throwing his tote bag away. He feels hectic, wondering if he should offer Jimin something to drink? Or something to eat? Maybe Jungkook should make tea–

Jimin walks into the center of Jungkook’s two-in-one kitchen and living room. He seems conflicted, like he’s suffering on the inside.

Sigh, Jungkook can see his pain. Ugh. Should he tell Jimin he looks handsome when he’s holding his emotions back? Should he confess to Jimin that he doesn’t want this to be over?

“Jungkook, I have to tell you something,” Jimin croaks out, looking so worried it breaks Jungkook’s heart.

Oh, he’s going to tell Jungkook his secret. The day has come. 

“It’s okay,” Jungkook says heavily, “I already know.”

Jimin halts. “You…do?”

Jungkook exhales, knowing he should have told Jimin earlier on that he put two and two together long before they made out and Jimin disappeared like a ghost. “Yeah, I figured it out a while ago. It all makes sense now. I figured that’s why you ran out after we… you know… uhm, kissed…”

Jimin looks floored. “You knew? You– How did you figure it out? You aren’t, like, weirded out? Or… scared?”

“You know, you seem a little paranoid and you kinda don’t enjoy being outside and you also never really relax…” Jungkook’s brows draw together. “I swear I didn’t mean to overanalyze you, but I’m a data analyst so all I do is kind of check data and… yeah.”

“So you just… didn’t say anything?!”

“Well, I thought it would be problematic if I knew. Like, you can’t just tell anyone about stuff like this.” Jungkook puts on a serious face to show Jimin he really cares. 

“Yeah,” Jimin rasps, “I can’t.”

“But you wanted to tell me?” he asks carefully.

Is Jungkook wrong for feeling a spark of hope already? Maybe if Jimin realizes that Jungkook already knows, they can continue with things the way they were? Hanging out, talking, spending time together… Well, Jungkook wouldn’t complain if they keep doing all the kissing and grabbing and biting stuff too…

“You– You should know. Because I really need you to know. Ethically, it’s problematic. Morally, too, I suppose. It’s problematic in a lot of ways because you’re mortal.”

“I do, hyung. I need you,” Jungkook agrees. “It’s okay. You can tell me everything. I’m a vault. Haven’t told anyone about us. Only my friend Hoseok, because I was crying at work—”

“You were crying?!”

“But I promise I only told him we kissed and that’s it. Nothing about your secret. Not even your name!”

“Okay,” Jimin exhales slowly, gathering himself. “You did well. Thank you. But I don’t like that you cried.”

“Hyung, you are very welcome,” Jungkook whispers. 

“I swear I had no influence over this. One day, it happened because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And my life was ruined.”

“And you had to move away…”

“Well, I moved before it happened, but I… never came back because of it.”

Jungkook feels sorry for Jimin. Truth be told, Jungkook has known for a while. He went down the rabbit hole one day, used some logical methods to narrow down what exactly could be up with Jimin and after some time only one option was left. 

“It must have been difficult,” Jungkook acknowledges empathically. “Keeping the secret, staying alert, not having personal contacts… Hyung, you are so strong. The strongest.”

Jimin looks a little smug. “I will say, others wouldn’t have handled it as well as I did. The whirlwind of feelings, the anger and, man, nothing was as difficult as the bloodlust.”

Jungkook nods in understanding. Jimin is so poetic. “Yeah, you must have wanted to see them punished.”

Jimin frowns a little. “I mean, I had to relearn how to function. Had to get used to my new way of living. I did punish some people.”

“Do you have to report back to them?”

“No, Seokjin just drops by sometimes. He’s all over the world. He’s old and a little crazy, but he saved my life.”

“Wow, big jurisdiction.”

“It’s more like, he’s rich and insanely old so he gets bored easily.”

Oh, Jungkook didn’t know public officials can become rich like that. “The job pays that well? Maybe I should change my field of work… Do they take lateral entries?”

Jimin shrugs. “Well, embezzlement and collecting shit over centuries pays well.”

“Embezzlement?”

“I– Yeah?” Jimin looks confused now. “Jungkook, why do I have the feeling we aren’t talking about the same thing…”

“What do you mean?”

“You seem so confused about me talking about Seokjin… He’s like a thousand years old, hence the embezzlement or whatever. Pretty sure he's overthrown a few governments over the centuries. For fun.”

“Damn, how old is he?” Jungkook chuckles. Jimin is so creative with his descriptions. He’s such a jokester! “How can he be a marshall at like seventy or whatever?”

“Marshall?” Jimin echoes fearfully.

“Yeah? Isn’t that what they’re called?” Jungkook laughs, completely unaware. “I watch a lot of police shows, hyung, so I know a thing or two!”

“Huh?”

“You know,” Jungkook chuckles again, “all this time I was worried you didn’t have a good reason for cutting everyone off. But WITSEC makes sense. I figured it out after two weeks, by the way.” He’s really proud of that. “But I never said a thing, hyung. Maybe I should have said something? I don’t know… I didn’t want to put you in a difficult decision, but then we shared a– an intimate moment and now I’m questioning past decisions…”

“Oh no,” Jimin blurts, throwing a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t be worried. I won’t tell anyone. It’s why you were so adamant about me not telling hyung and everyone else back home, right? Makes sense. They have strict rules in WITSEC, don’t they?”

“Jungkook,” Jimin presses out, “you got it all wrong.”

“It’s okay, hyung, you don’t have to—”

“Jungkook,” Jimin repeats intently, “I’m not in WITSEC.”

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to look confused. “You– You aren’t? So you’re still in danger and running away or something?!” Oh God, Jungkook thought Jimin was safe!

“No, I–” He lets out a shrill laugh. “Fuck me, you are so cute. You thought I was in a witness protection program and that’s why I cut everyone off?”

“Well– Yeah?” 

Jimin coos. “Oh my, you couldn’t be any cuter. You were really worried about me, weren’t you?”

“I– I was. Or am. Or– Do I have to be?”

“Jungkook-ah.”

“Yeah, that’s my name,” Jungkook breathes. “Love it when you say my name, hyung. Like… a whole lot.”

Jimin’s brows pinch together. He’s so serious. So concerned. He’s perfect, Jungkook decides. 

“You ought to be worried about yourself. I feel horrible, you know. You’ve been in my presence this whole time, unprotected,” Jimin stresses. “The other day… There are others like me. Others who could try to hurt you, but I…”

Jungkook shows Jimin his biceps. “But hyung, I work out!”

“You wouldn’t be strong enough to fend these people off.”

“But you would?” Jungkook asks, head narrowed. A smile almost slips out of him at the idea of Jimin protecting him.

“It’s me,” Jimin says with a tilted head. “I cut people off to protect them from me. I am a danger to humans.”

“But hyung,” Jungkook whispers, scowling, “you are tiny.”

Jimin’s expression hardens. Seriously, he forces out, “I could kill you with my bare hands.”

Jungkook nods just as seriously. “You are so pretty, you could kill ‘em with your looks for sure. I almost died looking at you several times.”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Like, for this year’s Halloween? Oh, hyung, should we go as vampires together? Like Edward and Bella? We are on speaking terms again, right? Actually, my friend Mira is throwing a party and said I could bring a plus one!”

Jimin’s face turns funny—like he wants to rip his hair out. “No, I mean I’m a vampire. A killer. I drink blood for a living. It’s like my job or something. My whole world circles around blood. Your fucking blood. I drank your blood because of how much I wanted it and I feel horrible.”

Jungkook pauses, letting the words reach his mind. Well… it kind of checks out. Jimin did really enjoy sucking the blood out of Jungkook’s wound.

“I’m an apex predator,” Jimin whispers shamefully. “I could have killed you at any given moment.”

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella,” Jungkook whispers back, keeping a blank face.

Jimin’s resolve breaks. He had this angsty expression covering his features, but now he looks flabbergasted. “Did you– Did you just quote Twilight on me?!”

“I– I guess?”

“You are ridiculous. I can’t believe this. I tell you my secret and you pull out some offensive vampire quote. Are you– Do you think vampires are a joke?!”

Jungkook needs to reorganize his thoughts for a second. “So you weren’t joking about the vampire thing?!”

With wide eyes, Jimin exclaims, “I almost ate you the other day when you cut your finger. I drank your blood and then almost bit you and you didn’t notice that was weird?!”

“I mean… I thought you were just into it.” Jungkook doesn’t tell Jimin that he was also into it. Maybe a little too much when he thinks about it… 

“I was. That’s the problem. That’s why I ran away. Why I’m telling you now.”

Okay, this is all going differently than Jungkook thought. Jimin isn’t the witness of a crime but a killer. “H-hyung, I thought you were like a prime witness because you got involved with the mafia or something equally as shady. This is– I’m actually underwhelmed right now.”

“Underwhelmed?!” Jimin squeals. “I’m telling you I’m a blood-sucking vampire—the most dangerous predator on earth—and you’re underwhelmed?”

“So vampires exist… This is opening so many doors right now. Also, hyung, aren’t werewolves more dangerous? They have claws!”

“Werewolves?” Jimin says shrilly. “Those hairballs?”

“Wait– Do they also actually exist?” 

“I don’t want to talk about werewolves right now. They stink.”

Jungkook feels a surge going through him. “I love werewolves! I was Team Edward, though. Pinky promise.”

“You– I– What– I–” Jimin stutters, so frustrated he can’t bring a single word out. 

There’s a pause in which Jungkook blinks expectantly at Jimin. “Yes, hyung?” Jungkook asks with a warm smile.

“I hate you,” Jimin eventually manages. “I hate that you’re this adorable and that you’re somehow the only human ever who’s not at least a tiny bit scared and I hate that it makes me want to kiss you even more and do all these nasty things to you.”

“That was a long sentence,” Jungkook breathes, his cheeks flaming red.

“I can’t concentrate around you,” Jimin grumbles. He actually looks angry about it, which satisfies a part of Jungkook he isn’t familiar with yet.

A shiver runs down Jungkook’s spine at the thought of having an effect on Jimin. He feels his gut tighten, imagining the nasty things Jimin could have meant. “Is it because you can smell my blood?” 

“Yeah,” Jimin says throatily. “And I can hear your heartbeat. And the way it skips a beat when you lie to me.”

“Should I be scared of you, hyung?” Jungkook whispers, his voice breathy.

“I can tell you’re not,” Jimin says darkly.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook giggles softly, feeling a little unhinged. “Maybe I’m not afraid because I like you?”

It’s easy to say the words. Jungkook knows now that Jimin kept him at an arm’s length because he was conflicted and he wanted to protect Jungkook from himself—is there anything more romantic than this?

“You don’t have to worry about me, hyung,” Jungkook says quietly. “I– I can keep a secret. I can be good for you, hyung.” Bravely, Jungkook takes a step towards Jimin. “I just don’t want to lose you again, hyung.”

Jimin is paralyzed, letting Jungkook approach him. His eyes darken, making Jungkook feel hot all over. The last time Jimin looked at him like this, they ended up making out. Jungkook can’t stop thinking about that. 

“You can do anything you want to me, hyung,” Jungkook assures him. “I’m ready.”

“You’re insane, you know that? Saying this to a vampire,” Jimin rasps. 

“So what if I want you to eat me?”

Jimin’s lips part in shock. With delight, Jungkook spots the elongated teeth. “Your teeth, hyung,” Jungkook murmurs fascinately, lifting a hand.

Jimin catches his wrist mid-air, stopping Jungkook from touching his lips and teeth. “You’d cut yourself,” Jimin warns.

“So?” Jungkook shoots back.

“Oh G–” The word refuses to pass Jimin’s lips. Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I think God wouldn’t mind,” Jungkook shrugs. “So—” Jungkook smiles innocently “—can I touch your teeth, hyung? Pretty please?”

“No,” Jimin says, gulping. “No, you’d cut yourself. They’re sharp.”

“I know,” Jungkook says, unable to hide the way the corners of his lips jump up. “I felt them when you kissed me. You bit my lip, remember?”

“It was an accident,” Jimin quips, jaw locked.

“Was it?” Jungkook wonders, not so innocently. He watches Jimin’s eyes roam over his face, trying to look through him. 

“What did you do to the innocent Jungkook who brought me sunflowers?”

“Hyung, can I confess something?”

“S-sure.”

Jungkook hums appreciatively. “I like it when you sound unsure. Makes me think I can also make you nervous.”

“That’s your confession?” Jimin looks like he wants to squirm, but his pride isn’t letting him.

Jungkook peels Jimin’s hand off his wrist and murmurs, “No. My confession is that I always had a huge crush on you. And I think you have a crush on me too.”

“I’m a vampire,” Jimin deadpans, like it’s a proper answer.

“From what I know about vampires, they still have emotions,” Jungkook muses. 

“I– You are being ridiculous. I came here to warn you about me and now you’re flirting—”

Jungkook becomes proactive; he grabs Jimin’s jaw with his free hand, holding it open. With his other hand, he carefully touches the tips of Jimin’s canines, letting out a gasp when they prick him.

Conveniently, he is all pressed up against Jimin, their bodies brushing against each other. 

A drop of blood appears on the tip of Jungkook’s finger. 

Jimin’s body is hard like stone against Jungkook’s. His expression slowly morphs from indignance to something darker. Jungkook watches in complete fascination how Jimin’s pupils bleed black and somehow glow at the same time. 

“Do you want it?” Jungkook whispers, referring to the blood on his fingers. 

Jimin’s self restraint is incredible; he does not react. 

It makes Jungkook pout. “Come on, I know you do.”

Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s jaw loosens, but he lets his finger hover in front of the vampire’s lips, tempting him. 

It takes less than a second before Jimin snatches his wrist, his hand cold like ice. A gasp erupts from Jungkook as Jimin manhandles him in the blink of an eye, switching their places. 

Jungkook is the one pressed against the wall now, caged in. 

Jimin only has eyes for the blood, and Jungkook only has eyes for the way he takes Jungkook’s digit into his mouth, sucking on it. His tongue swirls around Jungkook’s finger, while his hand curls around Jungkook’s wrist, digging into his skin. 

“Y-yes,” Jungkook breathes, feeling his knees go weak. 

Jimin growls, pulling off abruptly. His lips are wet, his teeth still peeking out. He’s angry. 

“Why did you do that?” he demands.

Jungkook shrugs weakly. “I– I thought you wanted it.”

“Fuck, I do. I do want it. I want all of it, but—”

Being proactive is indeed the way to go because Jimin is trying to act noble, so Jungkook awkwardly grabs Jimin’s face and presses his lips onto the vampire’s. He has no clue how to initiate a kiss, really. Not with Jimin anyway. 

But it doesn’t matter because Jimin’s hands find their way to Jungkook’s waist and neck, his fingers splayed out. He reciprocates—tenderly, this time. Like Jungkook is delicate and valuable. Something he doesn’t want to break. 

With Jimin’s guidance, the kiss becomes fluid and easy. Jungkook’s chest feels warm, overflowing with happiness.

“You taste so good,” Jimin murmurs, running a hand through Jungkook’s hair. 

“You’re the first one to tell me this.”

“Has– Has another vampire drank your blood before?! Were you attacked? I thought I killed the other asshole who tried to approach you the other night—” Jimin rips his eyes wide open, the red hue growing stronger. “I meant to say I gave him a ted talk. No killing.”

Jungkook isn’t focused on the implications of killing. Another detail is way more important here:  “Are you jealous, hyung?”

“I can be the only vampire that drinks your blood,” Jimin says possessively, gaze darkening. 

“Don’t worry, I thought you were talking about the kiss,” Jungkook says mischievously. 

“That you taste good?” Jimin murmurs back. 

“Hm,” Jungkook nods shyly. 

“You taste like liquid sun,” Jimin blurts hoarsely. It sounds like a confession—perhaps it is one.

“Liquid sun,” Jungkook repeats dreamily. “So nice of you, hyung.”

“I– Fuck, I shouldn’t be talking about this, but vampires can’t walk in the sun, right?”

“But you can… Oh my God, you’re a special vampire, aren’t you?” 

Of course Jimin would be special. How silly of Jungkook to think otherwise! 

“Ah, no no,” Jimin objects. “I have this.” He shows Jungkook the ring on his finger. Jungkook had noticed it before, but Jimin always wore jewelry so he didn’t question it. “It protects me from the sun, so I don’t die, but I don’t… I can’t feel it the same way anymore.”

“Oh…”

“It’s like I can’t absorb it. The warmth… It just doesn’t get to me. But– But being in your presence…” Jimin gulps heavily. 

Jungkook catches onto it, naturally. “Being in my presence?” he digs, smiling coyly. 

“You’re like a beacon of all things I desire,” Jimin confesses, the words breaking out of him. “I– I smelled your blood in that club, and I wanted it so bad. And then I saw it was you so I held myself back, but we kept running into each other and I started liking you—”

“You like me,” Jungkook grins. “I knew it.”

“I don’t know what you did to me,” Jimin chokes out, clearly going through something. 

“But hyung,” Jungkook begins, batting his eyelashes, “you don’t just like me for my blood, do you?”

Jimin looks offended. “What?! No, I like you. I would have, I dunno, mauled you already if I just wanted your blood.”

Oh, music to Jungkook’s ears. Jimin hyung likes him back! And Jimin hyung is a vampire who drinks blood. And, well, Jungkook apparently likes that. It’s fresh and new, and maybe Jungkook had a Twilight phase back in high school. Edward just looked so ridiculously pretty when he sparkled in the sun, who can blame him?

That reminds Jungkook—

“Hyung,” Jungkook gasps theatrically, “do you also sparkle?!”

Jimin blinks slowly. “I’m not following.”

“I can’t recall if your skin also sparkles in the sun!”

“This isn’t Twilight, Jungkook!” 

“No, it’s more like a mix of Vampire Diaries, Twilight and, I don’t know, True Blood.”

Something about the flabbergasted look Jimin gives him makes Jungkook giggle. 

“You’re giggling,” Jimin observes, still at a loss for words. “You have no idea how dangerous this situation is right now, do you?”

“Uhm...”

“Do you want me to threaten you?” Jimin’s voice drops an octave. “Bury my teeth in your throat and drink so much of your blood you get dizzy? Do you want me to compel you so you can’t say no? Can only obey me?”

Jungkook clenches his legs together. He swallows, trying to coat his dry throat. “I mean…”

“Oh,” Jimin breathes, realizing Jungkook is serious. “Oh,” he repeats, pulling back a little, his gaze sweeping over Jungkook. 

If Jungkook wasn’t so turned on, he’d be embarrassed. But everything about the way Jimin talks, the way he looks at Jungkook, and all those hazardously appealing things he “threatens” Jungkook with… It does something to Jungkook.

Prior to this very moment, Jungkook thought Jimin would tell him to fuck off because he’s leaving town due to WITSEC regulations. But WITSEC isn’t a thing in Jimin’s life. Jungkook was right about one thing though: blood and violence is a part of Jimin’s life.

“But you want it too, hyung,” Jungkook coaxes. One time, he was told he is a manipulative asshole. Most people call him naive. Jungkook likes to imagine he can use both to his advantage. 

Jimin opens his mouth, fishing for words. “I– I still have the taste of you on my tongue.”

“Is it messing with you, hyung?”

“No.”

“You’re a bad liar,” Jungkook murmurs. “You can do things to me, you know. I give you permission.”

“To do what exactly?”

“I don’t know… kiss me? Bite me? Eat me?”

“All three things?”

“Touch me?” Jungkook adds.

“You want me to touch you, Jungkook-ah? Touch you all over?”

“Yes,” Jungkook admits, shivering. 

“What else do you want me to do?”

Jimin’s voice goes right to Jungkook’s gut. He’s growing hard, desperate for release. “F-fuck me,” Jungkook croaks out. 

Jimin’s lips morph into a pleased smile. “I could fuck you so well,” he hums. “Oh, the things I could do to you, Jungkook-ah.”

Jimin’s eyes drag over him, devouring Jungkook’s body. But it’s not enough. Jungkook needs Jimin closer, he needs Jimin to start doing what is going through his mind.

Jungkook is half-aware that he’s being insane right now, and that Jimin is definitely an actual vampire. He is dangerous. And he could hurt Jungkook. 

That makes this all even more intriguing. 

Hastily, Jungkook tugs on Jimin’s shirt with the intention of pulling Jimin close. Unfortunately, all he does is rip it open, the buttons popping and flying to the floor. “Oh,” Jungkook breathes, caught off guard, “I– Oh.”

“You could have asked me to take my shirt off,” Jimin chuckles. “You’re a little impatient, hm? Can’t wait anymore?”

“I’m– I’m mortal, hyung,” Jungkook answers, their lips brushing teasingly. “I don’t have that much time.”

Jimin’s face changes abruptly—Jungkook must have hit jackpot with his words.

It all happens faster than Jungkook’s mortal brain can comprehend; one moment he’s still holding onto Jimin’s ripped shirt, the next he’s being lifted up and wooshed away.

Jungkook chokes on air as Jimin throws him onto his bed, a breathy laugh escaping him. “Oh wow, that was fast!” Jungkook exclaims, his chest heaving while staring up at Jimin.

His chest peaks out from his ripped shirt, showing more skin than Jungkook has seen from him before. Jimin is lean, his chest sculpted by the gods. It makes him swallow, his mouth too full of saliva. 

But it’s the intensity in Jimin’s expression which makes Jungkook squirm on the bed. Now he truly feels like prey. 

And what a deliciously hazardous feeling that is. 

With a savage grin, Jimin pushes him down on the bed. Jungkook falls back with a quiet grunt, but he has no time to adjust because Jimin climbs on top of him a moment later, grabbing Jungkook’s face, kissing him roughly.

Jimin is heavy on him, his body pressing into Jungkook’s. Their crotches are aligned, and Jungkook can feel that Jimin is hard in his pants, his own growing erection pressing against it. 

“H-hyung,” Jungkook croaks out in between kisses. He bares his neck like it’s his most innate instinct, his pulse racing uncontrollably. “Hyung, bite me.”

Jimin’s eyes darken in warning, sending a jolt through Jungkook’s body. It makes him laugh breathlessly. He’s playing a dangerous game, but he’s never felt more at ease.

Jimin leans in, his teeth flashing. Jungkook breathes in shakily, expecting Jimin to bite him. Instead, he feels Jimin’s tongue lick over the curve of his neck, right over Jungkook’s jugular. 

“Not just yet, my little freak,” Jimin murmurs against the shell of Jungkook's ear. 

“When?” Jungkook prods. 

“How have you hidden this shamelessness from me all these months?”

“I don’t know. I can’t control myself.”

“Thought you wanted me to touch you? What happened to that?” Jimin muses, tracing a finger alongside Jungkook’s face. He’s not breathing at all. He’s calm, while Jungkook is jittery, his whole body alive for the first time. “Do you still want it?” 

Jungkook doesn’t have to think about it for even a second. “Yes,” he confirms, a tinge of desperation bleeding into his tone.

“How much?”

“More than anything else, hyung,” Jungkook begs. “I only ever wanted you to touch me.”

“Fine,” Jimin says faintly, “that’s what I wanted to hear.”

“Oh, so—”

Jungkook cannot finish his sentence for he is manhandled in the span of less than a second. Jimin flips him over onto his stomach, pulling him down to the edge of Jungkook’s bed, lifting his hips up so Jungkook is on all fours.

“You were saying?”

Jungkook is paralyzed for a split second, marveling over how quick Jimin is. “You– You aren’t holding back anymore,” Jungkook says breathlessly, laughing a little shrilly.

“Trust me,” Jimin says deeply, “I still am.”

“Oh.” 

“I’m going to undress you,” Jimin announces. 

Jungkook swallows. He stares straight ahead, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting as his room is only illuminated by the moon and a streetlight shining inside. “What– How do you want me, hyung?”

Jungkook cannot hold back the gasp that sneaks out when he feels Jimin’s hands on his hips without warning. “Like this,” Jimin says calmly. 

Jungkook can do that. He can be good. 

“I can be good for you, hyung.”

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Jimin would gasp for air if he was breathing at all. He stopped thinking the moment Jungkook asked to touch his teeth. 

It sort of bothers him that Seokjin had been right; Jungkook did not reject him. It’s the opposite, actually. 

“Yeah?” Jimin murmurs, looking at Jungkook’s ass and the curve of his spine. “You can be good for me?”

The human nods strongly, and Jimin knows he means it. Then again, even if Jungkook was acting bad, he’d still be good for Jimin. Because sky daddy fucking knows Jimin is already so far gone and has fallen so deeply for Jungkook, he would take it all without complaints.

Jimin hooks his fingers into the hem of Jungkook’s pants. “I want these off,” Jimin declares. He reaches underneath Jungkook, quickly opening the button. 

Jungkook complies perfectly, letting Jimin pull down his pants. To make sure they won’t bother him again, Jimin takes them off completely, leaving Jungkook in his underwear and shirt. 

Jungkook’s breath hitches loudly as Jimin gropes him, hands kneading the flesh of his butt for a moment. Jimin steps closer to the edge then, hands on Jungkook’s waist. He rubs his crotch against Jungkook’s ass, his hard cock needing some friction.

“I can feel your—”

“My cock?” Jimin finishes. “You can feel how hard I already am for you?”

Jungkook looks over his shoulder, his eyes big and beautiful. “Will you fuck me like this?”

“With your face down and your ass up?” Jimin questions, head slightly tilted to the side. “Yes, I will.”

Jungkook’s mouth parts and his eyes light up partially in delight and shock. 

“I’ll hold you like this,” Jimin demonstrates, his grip on Jungkook’s hips tightening, “and then fuck you.” He thrusts forward a little, giving Jungkook a brief taste.

“Oh– I– I see,” Jungkook splutters. His pulse has been racing all along, ever since Jimin arrived, but now it is erratic, making Jimin even more excited. 

“I’ll take off your underwear now,” Jimin tells Jungkook, his ministrations tender. 

Jimin intends to take Jungkook apart slowly and draw this night out for as long as possible—or simply until he can’t hold himself back anymore. All his previous fears about hurting Jungkook don’t play a role at the moment, for Jimin is too engrossed in the here and now. 

He wants Jungkook, and he is going to have him—in all the ways that matter. 

With Jungkook’s underwear off, he is half-naked and goosebumps appear on his skin. Jimin’s cold hands surely don’t help; Jungkook twitches, a tiny sound coming from him upon touch.

He holds his breath as Jimin spreads his cheeks silently, admiring the sight. 

“You’re pretty everywhere,” he compliments. “I could eat you right up.”

There’s a pause. Then, quietly, “D-do it.”

Jimin hears him. In fact, Jungkook could probably be ten rooms away and Jimin would still hear him. 

“Patience,” Jimin murmurs, one hand smoothing over Jungkook’s lower back.

“I don’t have much of that left, hyung,” Jungkook confesses, shaky all over. 

“It’s the first thing you miss as a vampire,” Jimin mumbles, one finger appearing around Jungkook’s rim, making him catch his breath.

“Wh-what is?” 

“Patience,” Jimin explains. “I have none anymore. My hunger consumes me.” 

Jungkook’s lips part, questions burning on his tongue. “Hyung–” Jungkook’s words die in the back of his throat when Jimin spits onto his hole, the wetness trickling down Jungkook’s thigh.

“We’re gonna get you wet,” Jimin declares, “gonna open you up.”

“I have lube,” Jungkook blurts, reaching for the nightstand. His hand is stopped by Jimin.

“I got it,” Jimin says darkly, and Jungkook drops his hand, licking over his lips.

Jungkook doesn’t dare move. Good, Jimin thinks, using his inhuman speed to return to his initial spot behind Jungkook. 

“I’ve thought about this,” Jimin muses, ready to confess all the thoughts which have piled up over the months. 

“Yeah?” 

“You make it hard not to.”

The sound of the bottle of lube being opened makes Jungkook squirm in anticipation. “I didn’t realize, hyung. You are so—” Jimin’s finger is wet when it circles his rim once more, teasing. “You are so good at keeping secrets.”

“I have to act human everyday.”

“You are human,” Jungkook says back.

Jimin stops moving altogether. His touch disappears from Jungkook, momentary shock rendering him motionless. 

Jungkook adds, like he’s terrified he said something wrong, “You are human in every way that matters, hyung. You just… You just need a little blood every now and then. Nothing wrong about that!”

Jimin lets out a soft scoff. Jungkook has known for less than two hours that Jimin is a vampire and he’s already trying to make Jimin feel better about it. 

“Jungkook-ah, it’s not just a little.”

“A lot then?”

“I could kill the whole city and it wouldn’t be enough.”

Jungkook shudders at that. 

“Did you just–”

“But if you drink my blood,” Jungkook starts, “what do you think would happen?”

Jimin runs his hand down Jungkook’s spine, catching Jungkook by surprise. He leans over Jungkook, his clothed body against Jungkook’s naked one. The friction has Jungkook’s legs quivering a little. 

“Why don’t we try and find out?” Jimin murmurs into his ear. 

“Yes—”

“After I prepped you,” Jimin finishes. 

Jungkook deflates a little, but his heart does not stop racing. Jimin has become so familiar with the sound and rhythm of Jungkook’s heart, he could pick it up in a room with a million people. 

With a generous amount of lube on his finger and drizzled onto Jungkook’s hole, Jimin starts circling it teasingly. 

Jungkook tenses a little, his breathing becoming uneven. 

“Touch yourself,” Jimin encourages. “Touch your cock for me.”

Jungkook is pliant, following Jimin’s gentle command. “I– if I touch myself too long, I might come—”

“We won’t let it get that far,” Jimin assures him, inserting a finger without warning. 

Jungkook breathes in sharply upon the intrusion, his own hand pausing while stroking his length.

“Tight,” Jimin hums. He circles the finger experimentally, keeping a keen eye on Jungkook’s reaction. He drives the digit a little deeper when he feels less restriction.

“That– That feels good,” Jungkook whispers, moving his hips tentatively. 

“I know that’s right,” Jimin hums, smiling appreciatively. “You ready for a second?”

“Yes, hyung,” Jungkook confirms, remaining completely pliant. 

The second finger is a stretch, a little hiss coming from Jungkook. 

“You can take it,” Jimin coaxes, waiting a heartbeat long until Jungkook relaxes some more. “That’s good,” Jimin purrs, “you’re doing so well.”

Jungkook continues to shift. It puts a pleased smile onto Jimin’s lips, the slide becoming easier. “You’re opening up,” he notes, scissoring Jungkook open. He pushes his two fingers all the way in and apparently brushes against Jungkook’s prostate, judging by the loud moan Jungkook lets out.

“That– Right there—”

Jimin hits it again, a squelching sound filling the room. 

Jungkook sticks his ass out, rutting back against Jimin’s fingers. “Hyung, another one—”

Jimin adds a third finger, watching Jungkook’s head snap up. 

“Fuck,” he says, “it hurts.”

“Good or bad?”

“G-good,” Jungkook whispers hoarsely, pushing back once more, his hips not stilling. 

Jimin’s cock will feel even better for Jungkook. And if he continues opening up so well, Jimin can give it to him sooner than expected. Which is good, because it’s starting to get uncomfortable being confined to his pants. 

“You’re fucking yourself on my fingers,” Jimin notes appreciatively. 

“Hyung, it feels so good already. I– But I want–” Jungkook is a blubbering mess from three fingers alone.

“What do you want?”

“Your cock,” Jungkook cries out.

Jimin stops his movements, humming. “You want hyung’s cock?”

“I want it. I really do. I– I’ve wanted it for a while.”

Jimin’s ego never felt so good. 

“Fine,” Jimin says generously, “you’ve been a good boy, Jungkook-ah. I’ll give you what you want.”

Jungkook lets out a whimper at that, stroking Jimin’s mile high ego even more. Oh, he wants to wreck Jungkook. A fire is burning inside of Jimin, ignited by Jungkook’s every reaction to him. 

Silently, Jimin takes one step back, opening his pants. He can sense Jungkook is listening, trying to estimate the moment Jimin will touch him again.

So Jimin takes his sweet time admiring Jungkook on all fours, ass sticking out, lube making it glisten. With his cock in his hands, he strokes himself a couple of times to get his cock wet and take off the edge. The head is a little red, desperate for relief. 

Jimin’s libido went through a lot since turning. First, it was gone completely, dead like the rest of him. Then it came back at full force, showing Jimin how unlimited life as an immortal can be and how fragile humans are.

The breach of his cock has Jimin hissing, the warmth of Jungkook’s hole making him greedy. 

Jungkook lets out a broken moan, head slumping forward. He reaches back with one hand, whimpering, “Hyung, you are so big—”

“I’m gonna stretch you out, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin promises. “And if you behave, maybe I’ll have a taste of you very soon.”

That’s what does it for Jungkook; his legs quiver uncontrollably and his hole relaxes, letting Jimin slide inside.

“Oh, fuck,” Jimin groans, head craned back while he bottoms out. His own teeth pierce the skin of his bottom lip. They’ve been elongated ever since Jungkook decided to play dirty. Jimin can’t do anything about it. His gums are burning and his throat is dry. He needs two things right now; blood and an orgasm. Maybe both at once.

The first thrust is tentative, a high pitched noise coming from the back of Jungkook’s throat.

“Hold on tight,” Jimin warns. “I won’t hold back.”

“Oh my God,” Jungkook answers, his hands clawing at the sheets. 

Jimin thrusts a little harder, earning him another quiver from Jungkook. 

“You– That–” 

Jimin sets a brutal pace then, knocking the air right out of Jungkook. 

The room fills with Jungkook’s unabashed moans. They are music to Jimin’s ears, as is Jungkook’s through-the-roof heartbeat, reminding Jimin of the prize. He licks his teeth, his hunger barely containable now. 

Jungkook is on his elbows, panting loudly in between the little cries that leave his mouth at every thrust. 

Jimin’s balls slap against Jungkook’s ass, his cock going in and out at rapid speed, followed by obscene squelching sounds. 

“I’m– Hyung– You’re gonna—” 

Abruptly, Jimin pulls out, deciding he can’t wait any longer. He grabs a hold of Jungkook’s hips, lifting him from the mattress like he weighs nothing, scooting him forward. Jungkook yelps, his upper body coming up, scrambling for hold, but Jimin presses against him, throwing one arm around his middle, his cock slipping between Jungkook’s cheeks.

“Hold still, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin commands darkly, “don’t want to hurt you.”

Jungkook freezes. 

“Yet,” Jimin adds belatedly, right against Jungkook’s ear.

“O-oh,” comes from Jungkook. 

Jimin licks over Jungkook’s pretty neck, sensing all the delicious blood pumping under the surface. “I’ve been thinking about this for months,” he says. “Your blood is… It is like a drug.”

“Will it hurt?”

“A little,” Jimin admits. “But you like that, right? A little pain that comes with a high reward.”

“What– What’s the reward?”

Jimin slips his cock back into Jungkook’s waiting entrance. “Oh God,” Jungkook croaks out, “I was beginning to feel—”

Without warning, Jimin bites Jungkook.

The moment his teeth pierce skin, Jungkook’s body goes lax, and Jimin’s grip tightens, holding his prey in place. Exquisite prey.

An exhale of pleasure passes over Jungkook’s lips, as he keeps his neck bared for Jimin, letting the vampire pierce deeper, blood exploding in his mouth like it’s the most sacred of wines. A deep growl builds in Jimin’s throat, Jungkook’s blood awakening all his inhuman urges.

He bites Jungkook in two more places, making Jungkook’s blood sing. 

“Yes, hyung,” Jungkook encourages, “oh, yes…”

Jimin only withdraws because Jungkook fucks himself back on Jimin’s cock, making it twitch inside of him. 

Jimin pushes Jungkook down by his shoulders, draping himself over the human’s body. “You’re mine,” he declares possessively, licking up the blood trickling from the wound.

“Y-yours,” Jungkook breathes back, face half-squished against the pillow.

Words fail Jimin so he fucks into Jungkook instead, his cock rock hard. The human’s tight and warm, and he feels too good to be true. Never in his wildest dreams did Jimin think they’d end up like this.

For leverage, Jimin holds onto the headboard, thrusting forward with force. 

“Yes,” Jungkook cheers, “yes, fuck me!”

Jimin might have underestimated his strength because the headboard succumbs to him, a crack going through the wood.

“Oh, the IKEA–”

With an annoyed hiss, Jimin lets go again, placing both hands next to Jungkook’s head. 

“I’m gonna come,” Jungkook mewls suddenly, lips parted in ecstasy. 

Jimin drawls a hushed “Come for hyung” before burying his sharp teeth in Jungkook’s neck again, sending him right over that final edge.

He fucks him slow and with determination through his orgasm, Jungkook twitching and writhing, choking on his broken moans of pleasure. Jimin keeps his eyes closed, drinking while feeling Jungkook’s walls clench and unclench, his own orgasm building steadily.

But Jimin is a vampire and his stamina is not comparable to humans. Surprisingly, his self control is holding out. He’s aware of what he’s doing, how insane Jungkook’s body and blood are driving him.

Once Jungkook has stopped shaking, Jimin removes his teeth. “Good boy,” he praises. “Took me so well, didn’t you?”

Jungkook can’t even manage a nod.

“I’m going to pull out,” Jimin says gently, rolling off of Jungkook. It makes the human wince a little, face scrunched up.

For a split second, Jimin wonders if he should stop here. If this was enough already, but then Jungkook whispers, half a smile playing around his lips, “Hyung, you’re still hard.”

“You okay, Jungkook-ah?”

“Splendid,” he smiles back, “just a little… Oh, there’s a dent in the wall.”

“Sorry,” Jimin says. 

“I came so hard, holy fuck,” Jungkook laughs wildly. “My whole body is electrified, hyung. I need to feel this again.”

A carnivorous smile creeps onto Jimin’s face. He brushes a finger over Jungkook’s lips. “Roll on your back,” he demands then, jerking his head.

Jungkook’s doe eyes widen in freakish anticipation. 

It is beyond Jimin how he could have ever been worried about Jungkook not being able to handle him. 

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Some might call Jungkook a prude, but he waited. Waited for a moment like this. An opportunity to have his life changed and his world rocked.

Jungkook has no doubt he’ll wake up a different person tomorrow. Altered. Transformed. 

Jungkook turns around as Jimin commands, his chest heaving uncontrollably. He feels overstimulated, his last orgasm still coursing through his body at full speed alongside the high from getting bitten. 

Jimin’s hair is disheveled. His appearance isn’t porcelain anymore. He’s blurry to Jungkook’s eye—partially maybe because Jimin continues to move with inhuman speed, not hiding it anymore. 

But Jimin isn’t done with him yet.

His mouth is bloody from biting Jungkook’s shoulder and neck, the wounds pulsating like crazy. He's red all the way down to his throat and chest. He’s glistening from it, his lean body being the most lustrous thing Jungkook has ever seen. The sight burns itself into the crevices of Jungkook’s brain.

Jimin crawls over him, baring his sharp teeth for Jungkook. “You’re not passing out on me yet, are you?”

Jungkook’s cock is resurrected the very same second Jimin’s thighs land on each side of Jungkook's hips, caging him in. 

Jimin lays his hands flat on Jungkook’s pecs, making sure he stays down when Jungkook tries to sit up. “You are so delicious,” Jimin compliments him, his body warm now from all the blood he drank, “but don’t move, Jungkook-ah.”

All Jungkook can do is pant and let Jimin have his way with him. 

He’s riveting, stealing Jungkook’s every last breath.

“Hyung, I’m– I can’t think straight.”

“Hm,” Jimin smiles, his finger running down the path right between Jungkook’s pecs, over his abdomen, to his crotch where his cock is begging for attention. 

“You’re all mine,” Jimin muses, wrapping his hand around the hardening length. Pre-cum drizzles out on command, the tip red and sensitive. “I’m going to use this cock now.”

“Use me,” Jungkook mewls. Jimin fucking him wasn’t enough yet; he wants it all. He wants Jimin doing whatever he pleases, whatever he needs. 

“You’re big,” Jimin hums, scooting backwards a little so he can lean down and kiss the tip of Jungkook’s cock. “And so wet.”

Jungkook only manages a broken, “F-fuck.”

He feels his balls tighten and his insides twisting. When Jimin pulled out he felt empty—craving more. 

“Bet you want to come again, don’t you? My little freak, hm?” Jimin taunts. “But you’re going to be good for me.”

“I– I will.”

“You’ll only come when I allow it.”

Jungkook nods eagerly, biting down on his abused lip. 

“So when I fuck myself on your pretty cock, you won’t just come when you please. Understood?”

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook rasps. 

“You’ll come when hyung tells you to.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches painfully in Jimin’s grasp, eliciting a chuckle from Jimin. “Looks like we agree on this.”

“Yes,” Jungkook breathes obediently. 

Jimin rises, aligning Jungkook’s cock with his entrance. Jungkook’s hands fly to Jimin’s hand splayed out on Jungkook’s abdomen. “Hyung,” he wheezes, feeling his tip breach Jimin’s rim. “Hyung, don’t you have to prep—”

But Jimin doesn’t wait for him. Doesn’t give him time to brace for impact. He lowers himself down on Jungkook’s cock, sighing obscenely at the feeling.

Jungkook’s eyes roll in the back of his head. His leg quiver pathetically. “Oh hyung, oh my—”

Jimin sinks deeper—until every inch of Jungkook is buried inside of him. “Yes,” he says triumphantly, head craned back, baring his blood-stained neck. “Yes, this is it.”

Jungkook is squirming again, his whole body thrumming. 

Jimin leans back, both hands touching Jungkook’s thighs for stabilization. A breathy grin appears on his face when he begins to move, slowly lifting himself and then dropping down again. 

Jungkook’s toes curl, his cock being squeezed deliciously by Jimin’s walls. 

This is unbearable. 

“You’re gonna be good for hyung, right?” Jimin asks again, circling his hips. “Gonna let me fuck myself on your cock?”

Jungkook bites down hard on his bottom lip, nodding quickly. 

“I need to hear you.”

“Yes,” Jungkook rushes to say. “Yes, hyung.”

Pleased, Jimin repeats the motion, drawing it out to torture Jungkook. “Your cock feels so good. It stretches me so well.”

Jungkook is overwhelmed by all of it. He could barely think when Jimin was fucking him, breaking him, biting him, but now he’s close to a complete shutdown. 

“If you behave, I’ll let you cum right inside of me,” Jimin whispers, slowly going up and down. His cock curves against his abdomen, hard and leaking steadily. “Or… I could bite you again, drink your blood and—”

Jungkook lets out a pathetic whimper. He feels a tear run out of his eye. “Please,” he cries, “please, hyung—”

“You want that? Want to come inside of me?” Jimin goes a little faster, bouncing on Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook throws his head back, the pleasure igniting him. It jolts through him, nearly sending him into overstimulation.

Jimin clenches down on him suddenly, making Jungkook’s back arch off the bed. “You have to answer me,” he commands, one hand pressing down on the center of Jungkook’s chest. 

“I’m– Hyung, I’m—”

“Remember what I said?” Jimin drawls. “Can’t come until I tell you, Jungkook-ah.”

“Okay, yes, I remember,” Jungkook rushes to say. He’s beginning to feel lightheaded. He’s definitely crying. 

Jimin begins to move again, rocking his hips in torturous circles. “You fill me up so well,” he murmurs, biting down on his lip. “I could fuck you all night.”

“All night,” Jungkook echoes, mouth hanging open. He tenses up, focusing on not coming.

“I don’t tire,” Jimin retorts, a smirk forming on his bloody lips. 

Jungkook smiles back through hooded eyes. Jimin might steal his soul tonight and Jungkook wouldn’t complain. 

“Come here,” Jimin mumbles, making Jungkook sit up all the way. “I want to have you close,” he says, “have your skin against my teeth while you fuck me.”

Like the good human he is, Jungkook obeys, tentatively wrapping his arms around Jimin’s middle, their bodies closer than ever before. “Kiss me, hyung?” he asks sweetly.

Jimin’s eyes flash hungrily. He clenches his walls again, making Jungkook’s cock twitch inside of him. He leans in agonizingly slow, causing Jungkook to tilt his head up, desperate to feel Jimin’s lips on his own.

“You’re so hard inside of me,” Jimin comments, placing both hands on Jungkook’s face. “If I let you come now, you think you can come again?”

Overzealously, Jungkook nods. He really wants to come. Not just once, but two, three times. Enough times to please Jimin. 

“You are such a good human for hyung. Let me fuck you and drink your sacred blood,” Jimin compliments, lips in a pout. “Come for me, baby.”

The words are pure relief injected into Jungkook’s veins. Against Jimin’s lips, Jungkook inhales sharply, his whole body convulsing violently. “Jimin,” he cries, the word a prayer, “hyung, I c-can’t–”

His body tenses up as his second orgasm rips through him like lightning, his hole clenching around nothing. The second cum shoots out of his cock, filling Jimin up, the vampire clenches harder, making Jungkook let out a yelp. He’s milking Jungkook, insatiable while stroking his own cock trapped between him and Jungkook. 

Jimin grins predatorily, murmuring, “Don’t hold yourself back, Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook’s hips buck up on their own accord and then he’s begging, mumbling nonsense in his delirium. “Bite me, hyung. I need it. Please, I– I want you to drink from me—”

Jimin doesn’t need to hear that twice; he makes Jungkook bare his neck, his cold fingers tangled into Jungkook’s sweaty hair. 

The moment his teeth pierce Jungkook’s skin again, he is sent into overdrive. 

He ascends, stars exploding in his vision. A breath passes over his lips as he remains still for a split second, basking in the feeling of the new high he just reached. 

Jimin is humming while drinking from him greedily, rutting forward on Jungkook’s lap.

“Like that,” Jungkook sighs lustfully. “Drink up, hyung.”

Jimin growls, his nails digging deeper into Jungkook’s skin. He continues moving his hips up and down, and Jungkook’s cock has no chance of getting soft. 

It hurts, but Jungkook likes the pain. He likes everything about it—from the burning to the way he loses control, his mind going hazy. The goosebumps covering his skin is proof of that. 

He touches Jimin’s waist, and tries to buck his hips up a little, fucking into Jimin to match the rhythm. Jungkook’s cock rubs against Jimin's walls, causing him to bite down on his lips, trying to not let out a cry. 

Jimin is so engrossed in drinking his blood, his movements are messy, his touches uncontrolled. 

Jungkook begins to feel dizzy. Just a little, his energy fleeting. He could tell Jimin to stop, but it feels too good. Where would be the fun in putting an end to this? 

Inside of Jimin, Jungkook grows hard again, his balls tightening. 

His thoughts begin to drift a little, not an ounce of rationality left inside of him. 

Jungkook never thought much about immortality, but if it means he can be with Jimin, then it doesn’t sound too bad, does it?

Shortly before Jungkook passes out, Jimin pulls his teeth out and looks at Jungkook through drunken eyes. A drop of blood runs down his chin, captivating Jungkook.

“You still with me, Jungkook-ah?” he murmurs with a crazed smile, placing his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders. “You can take it, right?”

Jungkook nods weakly, completely in awe. 

Jimin catches Jungkook’s lips in a quick but fiery kiss. “You’re gonna make me come so hard, Jungkook-ah,” he promises. “I’m so close.”

“I can taste myself on– on your lips,” Jungkook realizes, the metallic taste consuming his senses. 

“You like it?”

Jungkook looks up, his lips parted. “Yeah.” He breaks into a smile.

“Kiss me,” Jimin orders, his grip on Jungkook’s shoulders growing stronger. “I want to taste you while I come.”

Jungkook chases after Jimin’s lips and captures them in a soul-shattering kiss, the first time he’s taking control. The metallic taste of his own blood dominates the kiss. Jungkook likes the idea of having fed Jimin, having quenched some of his desire. It makes him feel powerful, like he can match the force of a vampire. 

They’re perfect for each other, Jungkook decides. 

As his third orgasm finally rips through him, his cock barely spurting more cum, most of the climax being dry, Jungkook gasps for air, their mouths breaking apart. His eyes roll in the back of his head.

Jimin moans alongside him, head thrown back. He comes with him, his cock shooting white ropes of cum, decorating Jungkook’s abdomen and chest, mixing with the blood.

“Yes, Jungkook-ah, yes, this feels so good,” Jimin whispers into his ear, keeping Jungkook’s cock trapped in his hole while it begins to soften. 

All energy dissipates at once and Jungkook sinks into the mattress, exhaling loudly. His head spins and then his vision goes black for a moment long, eyes fluttering shut. 

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Jimin remains seated, staring at Jungkook’s unconscious figure. 

He doesn’t want to get off Jungkook’s cock, but he needs to be considerate here. And seeing Jungkook knocked out is making him worry. So he gets off, lying down next to him, one hand over the human’s heart. It’s beating steadily, soothing Jimin’s protective mind.

“Jungkook-ah,” he whispers, brushing back Jungkook’s hair from his forehead. He’s burning, his body covered in sweat, blood, and cum.

Fortunately, Jungkook actually comes back to him, opening his eyes. “Thank you so much, hyung,” Jungkook says tiredly, a faint smile on his lips.

Jimin can’t contain his feelings. Not after this. “I’m– I should get us cleaned up,” he says, even if he doesn’t wish to wash Jungkook’s precious blood off his body. He wants to bathe in it, continue riding this high, but Jungkook is clearly spent. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin says again, loving the sound of his name. He can’t keep it in. Not now. Not when Jungkook is smiling at him through half-closed lids, and the taste of him resides on Jimin’s tongue. It'll remain there probably forever.  

“I need to say it,” Jimin begins, awkward and unsure. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this. But then you came around and you were so much more than– than Jaewoo’s little brother. You were like the whole sun. I really enjoyed the dates we went on–”

“Dates?” Jungkook cuts in, eyes growing huge. He’s wide awake again suddenly.

Jimin blinks. “Yes?”

“I– I didn’t know they were dates.”

Oh, he can’t be serious. “What do you mean you didn’t know? You asked me out.”

“I did?” Jungkook breathes, going red, as usual. “Hyung, I– I didn’t think you would ever go on a date with me. I hoped, of course, but you are you and I am me and it’s a thing of sheer impossibility!”

Great, now Jimin feels like an idiot. He had been under the impression that they were casually dating or whatever. Meeting four times a week to stare at each other longingly equals dating in Jimin’s mind, but he digresses. Surely fucking each other’s brains out counts, though, right?

“So… you just wanted to hang out?” Jimin asks incredulously. 

“No.”

“No?!”

“I wanted to…” Jungkook looks away furtively, biting his bruised lip. “I wanted to ask you out soon, hyung. On a real date where I cook for you and such.”

Oh sky daddy, Jimin might combust. “You’ve been doing that,” Jimin says, his voice pained. “We– You’ve cooked for me and I– I’ve eaten it, although I can’t.”

“I’ve been trying to get better at cooking because you always only eat so little—”

“Because I can’t digest it,” Jimin cries out. “I threw up from it. All I can have is blood.”

Jungkook, with his hair looking like a bird’s nest and his neck like Jimin actually tried to eat him, gawks. “But hyung,” he calls out, “why would you do that?”

“Because I…” Jimin gulps heavily. He breathes in, like the oxygen he doesn’t actually need to live could help him find the right words.

Jungkook is quicker: “Hyung,” he asks coyly, “you already thought we were… more than friends?”

Jimin thought of them in all kinds of ways, like prey and predator, but not really as friends. The things Jungkook makes him feel aren’t reserved for friends.

“No,” Jimin grumbles. 

“You did,” Jungkook shoots back.

Jimin scoffs arrogantly. “I just enjoyed hanging out with you, I guess.”

“I can tell when you lie, hyung,” Jungkook snickers, as if he’s the one who can hear heartbeats.

“You can’t because I lie all the time,” Jimin sighs. 

“You enjoyed fucking me,” Jungkook says, all shyness gone from his voice. “And having me inside of you.”

Jimin’s teeth grind together.

“And you enjoyed drinking my blood,” Jungkook adds. “You very much enjoyed that. I mean, look at us, hyung.” 

“I…” 

Jungkook is cunning beneath those bambi eyes. “So I think it’s safe to say that you love me.”

Jimin is nothing compared to Jungkook. He stares at the human, stunned and rendered speechless.

“Hyung, I’m not scared of you,” Jungkook reassures him. 

“Even though I wanted to suck you dry?”

Jungkook’s breath catches. “You want me. I want you too. I want you to be yourself, to– to let go.”

Something weird happens to Jimin right then and there; something moves in his chest.

“I thought about it, you know,” Jungkook says decidedly. “You don’t have to hold back for my sake.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, you silly human.”

“I’m foolish,” Jungkook says with pride, “but it’s because I know you could never hurt me.”

Jimin lets out a breathy laugh. “That was a lie, Jungkook-ah.”

“Okay, maybe because I want you to hurt me… Just a little bit. I didn’t mind it. Not one bit. I wanted it. I realized I’m kind of into it. Is that weird? Am I weird, hyung?” Jungkook shrugs to himself like it doesn’t matter anyway. “We can be weird together, I suppose.”

The cold rock in Jimin’s chest thaws. It’s fluttering.

“You can drink my blood,” Jungkook whispers, his skin tingling all over. “You can– you can have all of it.”

“I can?”

“All of it,” Jungkook confirms, nodding eagerly. “The doctor said I have good veins.”

“Oh, Jungkook-ah, you do,” Jimin agrees, tracing his finger up and down Jungkook’s arm, right over the prominent veins. “You really do.”

“Okay, tell me you love me then,” Jungkook demands. “Or do you just see me as food? As dispensable? As a blood bag—”

“You make my heart move,” Jimin croaks out. “I– With you, I feel like I can taste the sun again. So, yeah, I love you, Jungkook.”

“Yay!” Jungkook smiles, his cheeks sticking out. “So now that we have that out of the way, can you tell me everything about vampires?”

“Sure,” Jimin says, “but I wasn’t done yet. I, um, I wanted to say that—”

A loud yawn cuts Jimin off. 

“Sorry,” Jungkook says, slurring a little. “I think the blood loss is catching up with me, hyung. I think I…” He falls backwards onto the mattress, eyes fluttering shut once and for all. 

“Jungkook?” Jimin asks shrilly, shaking his shoulders. 

Soft breathing fills the room, letting Jimin know Jungkook fell asleep before he could confess back.

Jimin is so in love he simply tucks Jungkook in and presses a kiss to his temple before settling down next to him, sighing dreamily. 

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

Jimin doesn’t even notice the sun rising again. 

He is so lost in Jungkook’s facial features, he hasn’t moved in eight hours or so. As he said, time feels different for him. Eight hours is nothing; Jimin could do this for the rest of his immortal damnation. 

How could Jimin care about the sun outside when he has his own now?

Even deep asleep the sight of Jungkook with his fluffy hair and the countless bite marks on his neck, shoulder and other places on his body, all of them a beautiful red, slightly bloody still, steals Jimin’s breath away. He doesn’t need to breathe, but even if he wanted to he couldn’t.

Jimin hasn’t been with a human since he turned. Not in a sexual way, that is. He’s had this one fling with one of Taehyung’s witch cousins, but it ended after six months because Jimin was “too much of a control freak”. 

Now Jimin is certain he won’t ever crave anyone else again. Jungkook ruined him. With his soft skin and his perfect sounding whines and moans, and the way he reciprocated all of Jimin’s ministrations. 

For the whole night, Jimin’s heart has been fluttering nonstop. Not quite beating, but it’s moving, taking up the entirety of Jimin’s emotional capacity. Finally, it fills him again, doing what it is supposed to do.

So when Jungkook finally rises from his slumber, Jimin is jittery like he took some drugs alongside all that blood yesterday.

“You’re up,” Jimin chokes, blinking fast. 

Jungkook frowns at him, not quite awake yet.

“I missed you,” Jimin adds, his voice breaking.

“It’s so bright in here,” Jungkook grumbles. “Why didn’t we close the curtains?”

“I will remember to close them next time,” Jimin promises dramatically. “I swear it on my life.”

Jungkook yawns loudly, his hair standing up in all directions. “I think I need a lot of iron today.”

“I will buy you supplements. Anything you want. I’m kinda rich, have I told you?”

Like a switch was turned, a sly smile plays around Jungkook’s lips. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he rasps. “Vampire benefits.”

“Noted,” Jungkook smiles. “You are so nice to me, hyung.”

“I– Yeah, it’s because I love you.”

“Aww!” Jungkook coos, putting a hand over his chest. “Hyung, I love you too! Like, so much I can’t put it into words.”

“Oh, that is…” Jimin also cannot describe how nice it is to hear this. “You fell asleep yesterday before you could say it,” Jimin says carefully. “So I kinda got worried that maybe this was a one time thing, you know…”

“You’re my Edward now,” Jungkook says sternly. “We are very serious, hyung. No one time thing.”

“Phew,” Jimin sighs. “I’m glad. But please don’t ever call me that again.”

“Edward?”

“Yes, that.”

“Okay, Edward.”

“Jungkook, for fuck’s sake—”

Jungkook grabs Jimin by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. “Hyung,” he says, so close to Jimin’s face the vampire sees Jungkook’s eyes twinkling, “will we stay a secret?”

“I–” Jimin knew this question would come up. “Can we take it step by step? Figure out slowly how we should navigate this. Us? I don’t want to screw this up, okay? Let me take you out, Jungkook. On a date we are both aware of.”

“Yes, hyung, of course,” Jungkook agrees easily. “You may take me out.”

“Nice,” Jimin nods, relieved.

Jungkook tips his chin. “But, hyung, one thing… Can I still tell my colleagues that I have a boyfriend?”

The corners of Jimin’s lips quirk up. “Sure.”

“Oki,” Jungkook smiles giddily, “I’m gonna get cleaned up now.” He lets go of Jimin and wraps the sheet around his body, smiling prettily. 

In total awe, Jimin watches him crawl across the bed. 

He stands up, sheets still wrapped around his lower half. With complete determination he heads over to the full body mirror in the corner of the room. “Wow,” Jungkook breathes amusedly, “I look wrecked.”

“I– uhm– Sorry if I went to rough on you last night—”

“Are you kidding?” Jungkook’s voice vibrates with excitement. “These bruises look sick. And don’t get me started on the bite marks—I am obsessed with this look. It really suits me.”

Jimin is gawking. 

“What do you say?” Jungkook demands, looking at Jimin seductively. He lowers his voice a little. “Do I look pretty with your marks?”

“You– It’s– The marks–” 

Jungkook bats his eyelashes. “Yes?”

Being put on the spot like that does not work well with Jimin. “You look incredible with my bite marks on your skin,” Jimin rasps out eventually. “I want to give you more.”

“Hihi, thank you,” Jungkook smiles sheepishly. “I’m going to take a shower now. Do you think you could try to return my bedroom to its original state? I think there are scratch marks on the floor too. Oh my, the neighbors will definitely complain.”

Jimin gulps. “Yeah, I’ll try.” 

“By the way, since you’re rich, will you buy me a new bed? IKEA quality certainly isn’t equipped for wild vampire sex.” 

Jimin throws a quick glance at the destroyed headboard. “Consider it done.”

“Wow, built-in vampire sugar daddy!” Jungkook muses, scrunching his nose in excitement.

Jimin isn’t sure if he should feel honored or objectified. To be honest, both would be fine. 

Jungkook stops suddenly and turns around, dropping, more casually than one should, “By the way, thanks for taking my virginity, hyung.”

Jimin nods, “Sure, it was my plea– Your what?!”

“Also,” Jungkook says with a grin, “when can we do this again? I don’t think I can wait long.”

“Can we go back to the part where you said I took your– your virginity?!”

“Sure, we can. Just one more thing, though.”

Jimin is so terrified, he can only manage a nod. 

“So,” Jungkook says, tipping his chin, “I was wondering just now if it’s smarter to have you turn me when I’m still under twenty-five or once I pass twenty-five and my frontal lobe is fully developed…”

Jimin chokes out, “Dear God, help me.”

Silence falls over them. 

“I thought you can’t say God?”

“Did I just–” Jimin’s hands fly to his throat. “God,” he says. “God?” he repeats. “Oh my God?!”

“Hyung, this is amazing! You beat the curse!” Jungkook applauds him, smiling warmly. “Maybe we can get married in a church then! It’s so aesthetic!”

“Vampires get married in graveyards,” Jimin says jokingly.

“Oh, that is so cute! Can we get matching coffins too? It would be so chic!”

Jimin frowns suddenly, redirecting the conversation back. “Also, what do you mean until your frontal lobe is fully developed? I was turned at twenty-three, does that mean I’m screwed? Jungkook, was this an implicit insult—”

Quickly, Jungkook comes crawling back across the bed, placing a finger to Jimin’s lips. “Shhhh, don’t think about it, hyung. Don’t listen to the voices in your head!”

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Their first official outing as a couple takes place a few days later on Halloween. 

They’re not taking it as slow as Jimin was hoping for. But who is he kidding? It’s all his fault. He just can’t control himself around Jungkook anymore, all inhibitions thrown overboard. 

Perhaps they’ve broken yet another headboard. 

And perhaps Jimin exclusively drinks Jungkook’s blood these days. 

Taehyung has already met Jungkook too and the two of them hit it off. So much so that Jimin felt a little jealous. 

Taehyung made fun of him for being so possessive. Well, he called it clingy. Rude, if you ask Jimin. He’s not clingy!

He just wants Jungkook to be happy. 

Somehow, Jungkook convinces Jimin to dress up as Edward and Bella for Halloween. Jimin has no idea how he let himself be persuaded. It might have been Jungkook promising to stop donating blood regularly (so that there will be more for Jimin). Either way, he’s wearing sparkly body lotion to imitate Edward sparkling in the sun. He looks like a glazed donut. 

Well, they show up to Jungkook’s colleague’s party and, to Jimin’s absolute horror, there’s a special guest.

Someone who compelled his way onto the guest list.

Seokjin, dressed as a priest like the year he turned Jimin, waits for him with a shit-eating grin. This asshole really made sure to remind Jimin of his existence. 

Jimin feels himself sweat—although he can’t. 

Jungkook is as oblivious as ever when Seokjin introduces himself. “Hello, human, I am Seokjin,” he says with a friendly smile, his eyes scanning Jungkook.

“Let’s go,” Jimin tries, tugging on Jungkook’s arm.

“Hi,” Jungkook says politely, “I’m Jungkook.”

“I’m a friend of this fledgling,” Seokjin says, embarrassing Jimin by dropping that title. “Happy death anniversary, fledgling.”

“Fledgling!” Jungkook repeats, chuckling. “How adorable! You two know each other?”

“I’m his maker,” Seokjin says smugly. “You may thank me for that.”

“Hyung,” Jimin whines, “what are you doing here?”

Seokjin completely ignores him, fixated on Jungkook. He looks him right in the eye, and Jimin immediately knows what he’s trying to do. “Jungkook, do me a favor and punch Jimin.”

To Seokjin’s absolute shock, Jungkook does not obey his compulsion but goes, “How much would you pay me?” His eyes sparkle at the prospect.

“I told you,” Jimin sighs. “Compulsion doesn’t work on him.”

“Oh my—” the old vampire croaks out, terrified all of a sudden. He backs up, his eyes wide and fearful. “Who sent you?!” 

“Hyung? Where are you going?” Jimin calls out. Seokjin’s unexpected reaction came to him as quite the shock. 

“I’m– No– Nope.” Seokjin disappears, a windrush going through the room.

Jungkook turns to Jimin with a pout. “Did he not like me?”

Jimin is equally as confused over what just happened. “I don’t know,” he mumbles, “I think he just deemed you the ultimate Bella Swan.”

“Oh, yay!” Jungkook cheers.