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borathae · 3 years ago

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↳ Index [Chapter 12 - Breakdown]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, Romance, tiny Angst in the beginning

Warnings: dom!Taehyung, fingering, dirty talk, consensual use of vampire compulsion, basically she wants him to make her "really horny for him by using his vampire hormones” and he does, rough yet passionate sex, sex on a kitchen table, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), multiple positions, cumplay, sweet aftercare and pillowtalk

Wordcount: 8.7k

a/n: honestly at this point I am *yells*

You startle awake. Someone just rang your doorbell. You close your eyes again and settle back in your pillow. It was probably just a dream.

It rings again.

Your eyes flit open, brows knitting. Or perhaps not. Groaning in annoyance, you sit up.

"Huh."

You just realised. You have no recollection of when you went to bed. It is like you walked into your apartment and blacked out. How peculiar.

It rings again.

“Who the frick?” you ask, not even realizing that you asked a question.

You get out of bed and drag your feet out of your bedroom. You don’t even bother turning on the lights, the moon is bright enough to illuminate your apartment.

It rings again.

“Coming”, you murmur, knowing very well they won’t be able to hear you.

You take a peek through the spy first.

Taehyung.

The memories of today wash over you. All those questions you couldn’t ask, the way your body moved without you wanting it to, the way you were calm even though you didn’t want to be calm. Holy shit and you went to bed against your will too. It all comes back to, almost overwhelming you, weren’t you so goddamn angry at him instead.

You unlock the door and open it quickly.

“What the fuck Taehyung?” you greet him, “what was this shit about today?”

Taehyung looks over his shoulder.

“Can we talk inside?”

“I don’t know if I want to let you inside”, you say and close the door slightly, “not after the shitty stunt you and the others pulled today.”

Taehyung reaches for your cheek, “let me insi-“

“No!” you move your head away, “I don’t want to”, you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“It is urgent, please”, he begs, looking over his shoulder again.

He seems so desperate, so nervous, perhaps even scared. Maybe it is actually important.

“Fine, but you aren’t staying”, you give in and get out of the doorframe.

Taehyung hurries inside and closes the door behind him, turning the lock quickly. He lets out a deep breath and relaxes his tensed shoulders. On normal days you would ask him why he was being so tense and paranoid, but not tonight. You are angry and desperate for answers.

“So? I want explanations”, you stress, crossing your arms in front of your chest again.

Taehyung turns around and reaches for your cheek again.

“Listen close ___, you will forget-“

You shake him off, growing angry.

“Stop! I asked you a question. What the fuck should I forget? I don’t even know what is going on. Nobody is telling me anything. I’m doing things I don’t even want to do a-and I have those weird memory blank spaces. What the fuck is going on?” you say, voice raised.

Taehyung takes a step closer to you.

“Shoes off!” you bark and Taehyung raises his hands in defence.

“They’re off”, he says, slipping out of them quickly.

“Tell me Taehyung. What is going on?”

“Nothing is going on. Please trust me darling let me just-“

Taehyung closes the distance between you and him so he could hold your cheek, but you take a step back.

“Don’t touch me!” you squeak, heart racing in anxiety, “just tell me what is going on! I just want to know what is happening at this bitchass university. Why are you all so weird? Why is nobody telling me anything? Why do I-“, you swallow down a panicky sob, “-do I do all those things I don’t even want to do? I went to bed today eventhough I didn’t want to and, and I couldn’t ask questions despite wanting to”, you sob, “what the fuck is happening to me?”

Taehyung follows you as you hurry through your apartment with your own hands in your hair.

“I feel like I’m going crazy, Taehyung. I feel like I’m losing control over my own body. And I have so many days which are just blurry in my memories”, you choke out, having to lean against the wall in order not to fall, “and when I try to remember them, all it does is give me a headache.”

A sharp pain courses through your temples as if on command, forcing your eyes closed.

“What is happening to me?”

“Shall we sit down?” Taehyung says and places his hand on your upper back, “let’s sit down, my darling.”

“No”, you shake your head, “just tell me what is happening to me. Why did Jungkook and Seokjin look at you so weird when we left? Why did I leave with Hoseok in the first place even though I didn’t want to? Who was coming for us?” you look at him, “why did we need privacy in the first place? Why was Jimin so angry and why does Namjoon keep looking at me so hungrily?”

Taehyung furrows his brows, jaw tensing.

“Namjoon looked at you that way?”

“Yeah”, you croak, head beginning to hurt as you try to remember the reason for it, “ah it hurts.”

“Come on let us sit down”, Taehyung says with worry lacing his voice. He cups your cheek and tilts your head up. He strokes his thumb over your aching temples, “I promise you the pain will subside if we sit down.”

“I don’t want to sit down, how often do I have to tell you that?” you growl.

“Let’s sit down”, he says sternly and all of a sudden the strong desire to rest your body overcomes you.

“Can we sit down?” you ask calmly, swaying from side to side.

“Of course”, Taehyung says and helps you walk to the couch.

Sitting is all you can think about. You need to sit. You need to rest.

You blink. Holy shit your body is doing it again.

“No, no, no, no”, you sob, shaking your head as you fight against your own muscles, “no, oh my god, it’s happening again. Help me, Taehyung, what is happening to me?” you hiccup and sob, feeling like you are choking on your own fear.

Taehyung lets go of you, “everything’s fine. Don’t fright.”

You stop walking, the desire to sit subsides. Your mind clears again.

“Nononono, no”, you stumble back, choking, “no, this, it, no, this, it happened again. I lost control over my body, nononono.”

“Do not fright”, Taehyung reassures you, “allow me to hold you, you’ll be safe in my arms.”

“No, no, no. Don’t touch me”, you sob, bumping into your dining table harshly. It hurts, but you don’t really register it.

“My sweetest”, Taehyung gasps in worry, closing the distance between you and him to support you.

“No, stay away from me!” you yell, stumbling back. You fall, taking a chair with you. It sounds like a gunshot in your little apartment as it hits the floor, missing your face by an inch.

“___”, Taehyung gasps and kneels down next to you, "are you hurt?" he asks, cupping your cheek.

You shake him off, whimpering.

“Don’t fright, please. I’m not here to hurt you."

“I’m scared Taehyung”, you choke out.

“Don’t be”, he says softly and moves closer, “may I hold you?”

Weakened by your own fears, you give in, nodding your head weakly. Taehyung places his arms around your body and presses you against him tenderly.

“What is happening to me?” you croak, staining his jumper with your tears.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes", you hiccup, "p-please if, if you know something please tell me. Please."

"Are you truly sure? My sweetest, knowing will endanger you."

"I don't care, I don’t care. I just want to know, please Taehyung please."

He sighs, “alright. I will try to explain everything”, he whispers, running his fingers through your hair soothingly.

“Please tell me, I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Have you ever heard of the myths of the Strigae?” he asks and you shake your head.

“What’s that?”

“They originate in the myths and legends of the Romans. Strigae are demons, which appear to the human eye in the form of a gigantic bird and which drain their victims of their blood.”

“What?” you look up at him in confusion, “why are you telling me this stupid, ancient story?”

“Because, you see. Those aren’t just stories my darling”, he explains.

“I don’t understand.”

“I will show you, do not fright”, he tells you and scoots away.

“What are you doing?”

Taehyung sits down on his feet and rolls his head. He closes his eyes and grunts.

“Taehyung what…” you forget to speak the moment Taehyung throws his head back and groans. He keeps his head thrown back, taking a deep breath. Then he lets it bounce to the front. His eyes turned into red, glowing orbs, dark veins run down his face and on the places where his canine teeth are supposed to be, long and sharp fangs have appeared.

“Holy shit! What the fuck!” you scream, falling back onto your elbows, “what the fuck? What the actual fuck?” you squeak.

“Don’t fright”, he reaches for you, “I won’t hurt you.”

“No, no. Don’t touch me! Stay away from me!” you sob, dragging yourself away from him by your elbows. You kick at him but Taehyung dodges it skilfully.

“I am not here to hurt you”, he assures you, placing his hand on your leg.

“Stay away”, you squeak, head hitting the wall. He has you cornered.

So it's true. The legends are true. Vampires are real and you invited one inside to murder you. Doesn’t matter that it is Taehyung behind that monster, you read about their uncontrollable hunger for blood.

“P-please Taehyung. I, I don’t wanna die. P-please”, you wail, getting to your knees.

Desperation. You are so desperate you are actually kneeling for another person.

You can see Taehyung appear in front of you. You fall down to your face, grasping his pants.

“Please have mercy, please”, you sob, twisting the fabric like your life depended on it.

Taehyung puts his hand on your upper back. You flinch and whimper. Soon and you will feel his fangs in your neck.

“Look at me ___”, he says quietly and so you do. You would do everything right now to soften his cold heart and if he wants you to look at him then you will. Anything to save your life.

Taehyung looks at you. The Taehyung you have gotten to know him as looks back at you. No red, glowing eyes, no black veins, no fangs. Just Taehyung.

“I’m not going to kill you. I just came here to talk”, he speaks calmly.

You flinch away when he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket. That’s it, he is going to distract you and then latch himself onto your neck to decorate your walls with your blood like some sick artwork of obsession.

“Here. My handkerchief, take it”, he says, revealing a lavender coloured silk handkerchief.

You eye it, not daring to reach out. Taehyung exhales and takes your chin between two of his fingers. You whimper, pressing your eyes shut. You excepted a sharp sting in your neck but instead you feel the soft material of his handkerchief on your skin. You open your eyes, facing his worried expression as he dries your cheeks off.

“I promise you that I am not going to hurt you”, he whispers. His eyes meet yours, “please don’t be frightened of me.”

New tears spill out of you. Taehyung dries them off instantly, sending you a reassuring smile.

“Don’t cry anymore, you are safe with me”, he says softly, “here”, he puts the handkerchief on your lap.

He stands up with a sigh and walks to your sofa, sitting down on the armrest. He keeps his hands folded on his lap so you could see them at all times. He studies you for a moment, smile turning into a deep frown.

“This is not how I had planned this conversation to go” he laughs tiredly and lets his head fall back, “fuck.”

You press yourself against the wall, hugging your knees as you stare at Taehyung. If this shaking doesn’t stop soon, you are going to throw up.

“I had planned on telling you after the Masquerade ball. After I took you home and loved you so good we both saw galaxies. I had planned on whispering it to you as you floated on your afterglow. But life isn’t meant to be planned out, I realised that again”, he says and looks at you, a single strand of hair had fallen into his face.

You cower even more against the wall at his intense stare, whimpering quietly. This is all an act. He is trying to gain your trust by being nice and gentle with you and by saying sweet words to you and then when you expect it the least he is going to lash at you.

Taehyung furrows his brows at you. He sighs.

“Are you still frightened, my sweetest?” he asks, “I won’t hurt you, believe me.”

“I, I don’t believe you”, you stutter.

Taehyung sighs again. He stands up. Like in reflex your face is hidden behind your legs and your hands are on your neck.

“P-please”, you sob.

You can hear steps. They sound like they get further away from you. Gathering all your courage, you look up.

Taehyung is standing against your wall now. The sofa is between you and him. Like a wall it protects you from him.

“Believe me now?” he asks and raises his arms in the air.

It feels like hours pass as you just sit there and stare at him. Your body doesn’t want to move. He is a vampire. Holy shit, vampires are real. So all that research you did in the library wasn't just the work of a mad woman in one of your nightmares. It happened. You were actually right. They are real. And why would Taehyung tell you such a secret? He knows you could tell anyone on campus and put him in danger. Keeping you alive would only mean his harm. But then, he sounded so honest and you know (from the movies) that he easily could have killed you already if he wanted to. And then there are all these months worth of memories you made with him where he was nothing more than your slightly peculiar, but most of all sweet boyfriend. He had a million opportunities to kill you if he wanted to. What if- Your eyes flit up to meet with Taehyung's.

“A-are you telling the truth?” you croak out.

“I am. You have nothing to worry about. Believe me”, he promises.

You stand up slowly, watching him as you do. Taehyung doesn’t move, keeping his arms above his head. You take one step. Taehyung doesn’t move. You take another step. Taehyung doesn’t move. You take a third step. Taehyung sends you a reassuring smile.

“Are you the only vampire on campus?” you ask quietly, holding onto the headrest of the sofa.

Taehyung shakes his head, “but I am not allowed to reveal their secrets. I hope you understand.”

“I think so”, you murmur and look at your fingers as they fumble with the fabric of the sofa, “I mean I can kinda guess by their stupidly obvious fraternity name who the other vampires are.”

“They don’t mean you any harm. I promise you.”

“How do you know?” you ask, eyes flitting up to his face.

“Because they have a code they live by. A silly code if you ask me”, he scoffs in distaste,” they only consume the blood out of blood bags. That is why their skin is so cold to the touch. One needs warm, fresh blood to keep their bodies at human temperature.”

“You-“, your eyes flit to his hands, “-always have warm hands”, you whisper, stumbling back again.

“Don’t fright. I am no danger to you”, he pleads, taking big steps to rush to your side.

“No, you”, your back hits your coffee bar, “stay away.”

“I don’t want to feed from you, my sweetest”, he says softly, placing his hand on your cheek. You flinch, closing your eyes. He shushes you quietly, caressing your skin lovingly.

“Believe me when I say, I don’t want to feed from you and you are in no danger here. I have wandered the earth long enough to have learned to control my hunger.”

Your eyelids flutter open.

“How long?”

“It borders eight centuries.”

"Holy cow?” you gasp, eyes growing big, “you’re eight hundred years old?”

Taehyung nods his head. You chuckle breathlessly, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Wow, okay damn…”

Taehyung pulls his hand back and studies your face.

“Share your thoughts with me”, he says in a whisper.

“You’re looking mighty fine for eight hundred years”, you say, making Taehyung laugh. You have never heard him laugh like this before. It is a really beautiful laugh and you decide that it makes you happy.

“Ah, my darling”, Taehyung lowers his head, “I haven’t laughed like this in ages”, he says, having to chuckle afterwards.

“Uh, glad to be of help here?” you say, scratching your chin awkwardly.

Taehyung hums and reaches out to cup your cheek. You flinch back at the touch, cringing internally afterwards. Yours and Taehyung's eyes meet. He looks hurt by your reaction.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to flinch back. I just-“, you take a deep breath to gather all your courage. With your palms sweaty you reach out and touch his chest. Taehyung inhales shakily, eyelashes fluttering, “-can you show me again? Can you show me what you actually look like?”

“You want to see me? But what if you fright again?”

“I-“, you look at his chest, following your fingers as they dance over it, “-promise not to”, you look back up at his face, “please.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath and sighs, “alright, I take your word for it.”

He closes his eyes and grunts. You watch him with held breath. You watch how he throws his head back, you listen to how he groans and you feel how his chest heaves up and down in a deep breath. Taehyung looks back at you, the sight making you gasp quietly. Red, glowing eyes, black veins and long fangs. And yet this time around you aren’t scared. You reach out and touch his veins, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Does the transformation hurt?” you whisper, outlining the veins with the tip of your pointer finger.

“Yes, it does”, Taehyung answers you, voice hoarse.

“Does it hurt a lot?” you ask, dragging your thumb over a vein right under his eye.

Taehyung steps closer, eyes fluttering closed and fingers closing around your wrists.

“Not anymore. I have gotten used to it, in the beginning it hurt so much it made me cry. These days it merely feels like a terrible toothache after eating cold ice cream”, he whispers, lips parting afterwards.

“I see, that sounds awful”, you answer him equally as quiet. You outline his lips, which makes him tighten his fingers around you, “now that the initial shock is gone, I think…”, you pause.

“It’s horrid to look at it, isn’t it?” Taehyung croaks, furrowing his brows. He doesn’t even dare to open his eyes, too ashamed does he feel.

“No, you-“, you take a deep breath, “you’re really beautiful”, you whisper.

Taehyung opens his eyes, face morphing back into his normal state. He furrows his brows, whimpers and takes your head between his hands. He kisses you, he kisses you with such desperation it feels as if he wanted to practically melt with you. You gasp and stumble, back arching as it meets the counter of the coffee bar. Taehyung chases you, one hand abandoning your face to hold you close by your middle and the other finding its home on the back of your head. He mewls, deepens the kiss desperately. You hook your arms behind his neck, feeling dizzy. You weren’t able to take a deep breath before he kissed you and your brain feels the lack of oxygen. Taehyung whimpers, lips falling from yours so he could inhale shakily. He presses his forehead against yours, body drawing closer.

“My sweetest ___”, he whispers, having to sob softly afterwards, “oh my sweetest, my darling”, he squeaks out and then he kisses you again.

He pours all of his feelings into the kiss. Gratefulness, happiness, adoration, if not even love. He doesn’t need to tell you, the way he touches you is enough to let you know how he must be feeling right now. You didn't think your words would affect him like this. You didn’t think that they would make him so happy. They are affecting you too, now that he is kissing you with such passion. You pull him closer by his neck, running your fingers through his hair. Taehyung thanks you with a purr and gentle flick of his tongue over your lips. You open up for him, sighing contently when his tongue starts dancing with yours.

Your back leaves the coffee bar. Feet shuffle over the floor, the kiss not breaking once. The dining table, your thighs collided with it. You moan, twisting his hair. Taehyung groans and picks you up as if you were nothing and sits you down on the table. He claims the place between your legs, cupping your face in his hands as he tilts your head up.

A jolt of excitement rushes through you as you feel his middle brush against yours. He is becoming hard, merely kissing you is doing this to him.

“___”, he gasps out.

“Yes?” you rasp.

"You have so much power over me", he croaks, rubbing his nose over your cheek desperately, "I'm so weak in your presence", he whispers and whimpers softly.

His hands are running up and down your torso, basically groping you. His length is twitching, his hot breath tickles your lips.

"Please ___ tell me you feel the same", he begs.

"Yes", you whisper, burning up. His desperation, his touch, his devotion. It all feels so good.

"Oh ___, sweetest", he croaks, kissing you again afterwards.

You kiss him back happily, moaning softly. You travel your hands down his torso until they land on his hips. Taehyung groans into the kiss, placing his hand on your back to get you closer. You open his belt, making him groan again. It falls open, hitting your thigh in the process. Encouraged by your hands Taehyung hooks his finger in the hem of your pyjama shorts. You hum and nod your head, hooking your fingers in his pants hem as well. He breaks the kiss.

“My darling”, he whispers against your lips, forehead resting against yours, "is that truly what you want?"

“Yes Tae”, you answer him equally as hushed, "do you want it too?"

"Yes I do. Oh, I do."

"Kiss me", you plead, opening the buttons of his pants.

Purring, he kisses you again, picking you up from the table for the briefest of moments to free you of your shorts. They land somewhere far away from you in the room with a quiet thud. You shiver in the cold air, but not as much as when you feel his warm, long fingers drag through your folds a moment later. You moan, hand stilling on his buttons. He breaks the kiss, giving you no time for breathing as he makes you gasp instead. His lips connect with your neck, two of his fingers slipping inside of you at the same time. He starts fingering you slowly, sucking on the most sensitive spots of your neck gently.

“Oh, wow”, you laugh breathlessly, “that's good.”

Taehyung places his thumb on your clit to rub figures of eight on it and starts curling his fingers inside of you. You shudder and moan.

“This is good”, you choke out, running your fingers through his soft hair. He places a kiss on your jawline in answer, rasping your name as if it was the most beautiful word on earth.

"You feel amazing, my sweetest", he breathes, curling his fingers inside of you. His touch combined with his words make you quiver.

"You, you too. God Tae, ah don’t stop."

You free his cock as he continues fingering you. His neck kisses falter as you begin tugging on his cock eagerly.

"___", he mewls, "oh f-" he stops himself before he could swear, moaning instead.

He is leaking, literally soaking your palm in his excitement. And his cock, his perfect cock, feels heavy between your fingers throbbing each time you run your thumb over his tip.

Taehyung tries to keep up with you, he truly does, but every now and then you feel how his fingers still inside of you and how his kisses stop as he just sort of rests his lips against your skin.

"Don't stop Tae", you beg when he forgets to move again, giving him a warning squeeze.

"Ha!" he exclaims and steps back. His cock slips from your grasp, falling into his own fingers instead, "don't do that."

"Why? Do you not like it?"

"You’ll make me orgasm", he says and takes a deep breath, "and I'm not done with you yet", he gives you one last curl and then he pulls his fingers free. All to your dismay

“No, please don’t stop", you whine.

Taehyung chuckles, it sounds strained.

"You're so impatient sometimes", he says. He is using your juices to jerk off his cock, playing with his pink tip.

"It's your fault."

"My fault?" he grins cockily.

"You are using vampire hormones on me aren’t you?"

He laughs, "oh sweetest ___", he draws closer, running his left hand along your inner thigh to your core, "trust me, if I did, you would be writhing on this table in desperation."

You swallow, following his fingers which come closer and closer to where you want him most. You touch his hips, making sure to brush your fingers over his cock teasingly. It makes him exhale shakily and his fingers falter around his length.

He leans in, hungry eyes glued to your lips as his hand dances closer and closer to your core. You can feel his breath swirl over your lips, tingling in anticipation. Closer and closer he leans.

"Show me", you whisper.

Taehyung stops, eyes flitting up to meet your gaze.

"Excuse me?"

"Show me how it feels like."

"But darling-"

"Do it."

"I…", he pauses to breathe, "are you truly sure? It will feel like you are losing control for a moment."

"I trust you. I'm sure."

He smirks, drawing closer with his hand. You gasp and groan, thighs shaking just once at his touch. It is as light as a feather, barely touching your clit. Perhaps it is exactly that lightness which makes your core feel electric for a good second.

Taehyung flicks his pointer finger over your clit. Slow and soft. You gasp and roll your hips up, chasing the feeling. You feel so electric. His magic is marvellous.

"Tae", you sigh, closing your eyes.

"No, no, don't close your eyes. Look at me darling", he orders.

With fluttering eyelids you look at him, biting down on your lower lip. His eyes are half-lidded, glimmering in playful hunger. It hypnotises you to the point of becoming lightheaded.

"There we go, keep looking at me", he rasps and buries two of his fingers inside of you slowly. He wants you to feel every inch and you do, bucking your hips into his hand desperately.

"Tae", you moan and feel your eyelids flutter. His fingers are so long, so skilled, so good. Fuck, that vampire magic is one strong aphrodisiac.

Taehyung presses down on your clit, making you squeak and shake.

"Holy shit, it’s so good" you gasp, feeling dizzy.

"What is darling?" he stresses, fucking his fingers in an out of you in smooth rolls.

"Your magic", you groan.

He chuckles deeply.

"But darling, I’m not even using any magic", he smirks cockily.

"Fuck Tae", you moan, twisting his shirt, "you're so good."

"Mhhhm you flatter me, sweetest", he rasps, rewarding you with a curl of his fingers.

"Ah", you gasp and shudder, "please do it already or else."

"Or else what?" he challenges, making your legs shake with just one expert curl of his fingers.

"You're gonna make me cum just like this", you whine, stomach tensing.

You can watch how the hand around his long cock speeds up at your words. A deep growl rumbles in his chest.

"Fu-" he grunts, "ah sweetest", he swallows heavily, "you make me want to curse", he confesses in a breathless chuckle, "you little temptress."

Your eyes meet.

"Are you really sure?" he confirms one last time.

"Yes, I’m sure", you assure him.

"Understood, don’t be frightened my darling."

"I'm not", you whisper, dancing your hands down his stomach, "just do it, please."

He touches your temple. His dark brown orbs flash up bright red for the briefest of moments.

"Be mine", he growls.

It shoots through you like a bolt of lighting.

"Oh!" you yelp up. Your body tenses, nails almost breaking from how hard you grasp the table. Breathing becomes impossible, your voice dies in your throat as you are left screaming inaudibly. This is it. You can feel it from the top of your head all the way down to the tips of your toes.

"Jesus fucking christ", you choke out breathlessly, clenching around him so hard you fear your might cramp up.

"It feels nice doesn’t it?" Taehyung challenges, watching your juices soil his hand and drip on the floor continuously.

"I'm literally - holy fuck - Taehyung oh my god."

This isn’t possible. This just can’t feel that freaking good. Your body is literally running on one thing only. Taehyung's touch. And it’s driving you insane, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You have never been that sensitive before, that wet, that hot.

You shake and shiver, reaching for him in a desperate search for support. Your fingers twist his shirt, ripping two of his buttons open to expose his sculpted chest. The buttons land somewhere on the floor, but you can neither see nor hear them. All you can see is Taehyung's face and all you can hear is the ringing of your ears as he fucks his fingers in and out of you at a punishing speed.

You sob and moan. Taehyung smiles tauntingly, pressing his palm against your clit.

"Tae!" you yelp, feeling your eyes tear up in bliss, "this, this-", another sob interrupts you and makes speaking impossible.

"It feels incredible, doesn’t it?" he rasps, sneaking a quick glance down at the floor. You aren’t even aware just how much you have leaked. Inhumane amounts, as if he used magic. Taehyung smirks proudly and looks back at your face.

You are blissed-out, crying tears of pleasure.

"How, how long is this going to last?" you press out.

"Until you are satisfied."

He curls his fingers, forcing a guttural moan out of you and watching you arch your back to the point of almost breaking it. He curls his fingers again, almost making you fall down on the surface of the table. You find support on his cock, twisting your hand around it with a soft tug.

"___" he gasps your name, wondering for a moment if you used your own magic on him as his body shudders uncontrollably.

"Fill me up to the brim Taehyung", you growl, slapping his hand away to take over.

He grunts and mewls, thighs quaking under your rough and fast movements.

"We don’t h-have to use protection if y-you want to", he stutters.

"Why?"

"I can’t get STDs and my seed doesn’t work anymore."

"Good, then stop talking and stick your dick inside", you stress, pulling him closer by his cock.

"Fuck ___", he moans, burying his face in the crook or your neck. He takes a deep breath, going hazy at your scent, "I regret showing you", he chuckles, "you little succubus will be the death of me."

"Taehyung please", you whine, "give me cock."

"Fine", he growls, pulling out of you to slap your hand away and get a grasp of his cock. He begins kissing your neck sloppily, drawing closer.

You shiver at the feeling of his tip stroking through your folds, “oh, oh, oh", you gasp, eyes growing big at the sensation and nails digging into his back to the point of it having to hurt. Those vampire hormones work better than you had imagined them to work.

He breaks his lips away from your neck and cups your cheek. He has his eyes open, gazing into yours as he presses against your entrance. You moan, he groans. Then he slips inside with ease, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck”, he grunts, pupils dilating.

“Oh god Tae”, you whimper, feeling his every inch as he fucks himself into you further and further. His movements are slow so you could get used to him and with every inch he slips in further, that warmth in your core grows.

“Are you comfortable my darling?” he asks, voice raspy.

“Mhm, yeah”, you assure him and close your eyes, "that’s all I needed. Holy fuck, I’m made for your cock."

Taehyung growls, licking up your neck.

"Yes you are, your pussy is mine", he rasps against the shell of your ear. He shows you just how deep his ownership goes by thrusting into you harshly until there is nothing left of him.

You twist your fingers in his hair and throw your head back.

"I'm yours, I’m yours, I’m so fucking yours", you chant, showing you how honest you were in your promise by wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him inside.

Taehyung fucks you right through the added pressure. Your legs are no barrier for him, on the contrary, they spur him on, make him fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. Deep and well until your veins are filled with him and only him.

"Taehyung I'm cumming", you sob, pulling him closer to bury your face in his chest.

Taehyung hugs you back, "let go sweetest, just let go", he encourages you.

You tense in his arms, squeaking out desperate attempts for air.

"Hush, it’s alright. Just let go sweetest, let go", he assures you and while his words were filled with tenderness, his thrusts were not.

Harsh and deep, forcing you closer and closer to the edge of your blissful demise. You shudder before tensing your entire body. His scent and warmth are the only things anchoring you to the living realm.

"Let go", he growls and fucks into you deep and hard.

It breaks you. You come undone in a loud sob, fleeing into his embrace while rutting your hips on his big cock desperately.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god", you wail, convulsing in yet another shake.

You have no idea if you are only orgasming that hard because of his magic or because he has the ability to make you cum like it is your only purpose. You get the feeling, as you shake in his arms endlessly, that it is a mixture of both and Taehyung could have made you cum that hard without magic as well. But you know that the insatiable desire for more once your orgasm died down was the perfect product of his magic.

You lift your head, gazing at him through your blurry curtain of tears.

"More, please more", you beg, voice strained and hips chasing his cock.

"Yes? Is my darling not satisfied yet?" he taunts.

"No", you shake your head vigorously, clawing at his shirt and managing to rip yet another button.

His eyes darken.

“Lie down for me”, he orders, pushing at your shoulders gently.

You obey happily, letting yourself fall down. Your back hits the table, forcing a groan out of you. Taehyung pulls you closer by your thighs, bottoming out in the process. You can merely moan and ball your hands to fists by your side, back arching in pleasure. Taehyung smiles darkly and starts rocking his hips into you slowly.

"Is good", you murmur, mouth hanging open in bliss. An advantage of having your hormones messed with is that everything feels so amazing that you want to scream. He can go fast and you feel like bursting. He can go deep and you feel like losing it. And he can go slow and you feel like exploding. Although you get a feeling that what Taehyung is doing is actually and truly amazing with or without vampire hormones.

He spits on your pussy then, surprising you. Your head snaps up, eyes studying his face. He is smirking darkly, eyes flashing up red almost playfully.

"Uh, wha- ooooh thaaat", you groan and let your head fall back with a loud thud. Taehyung picks up your spit with his thumb to use it as lube for your clit. Your stomach tingles, your back arching off the desk. He forces you down again, keeping his big hand pressed to your lower stomach. Like this his cock hits your magical spot inside of you with even more precision. It makes you wail and writhe. It’s so deep. It’s so fucking deep.

“Tell me, is this enjoyable for you?” he rasps, angling his hips perfectly to abuse your g-spot with every thrust. He presses his hand tighter to your clenching stomach, "I'm going insane, I can feel myself, you’re so filled up by me darling."

“So filled up, so good”, you croak, nodding your head vigorously. His cock is so deep inside of you. You can feel it so clearly, his hand presses into your stomach so well that you can feel every thrust. Like a constant warm pressure it lingers in your stomach, making your legs flail uncontrollably.

"Wrap them around me", he orders.

You obey, squeezing him most perfectly. Taehyung rewards you with a strong thrust, timing it with one precise curl of his fingers on your clit. You whimper and squeeze him closer.

“Oh darling”, Taehyung thrust up into you and moans, “ah, sweetest darling you”, another thrust, deep moan rattling in his chest, “you make me remember how it felt like to be alive.”

You could feel how your pussy clenched around him at his words, your legs closing around his middle. Taehyung speeds up his movements, keeping the rhythm of his thumb the same all while his hand on your bulging stomach presses down.

“Fuck!” you blurt out, fists opening up to grasp the side of the table instead, “this is so good.”

The pressure on your stomach drives you crazy. You have never felt your gspot as clearly as you do right now.

“Is it?” Taehyung slurs his words, more strands of his hair have fallen into his face. The slight mess suits him, makes him look just that much more affected by your body.

“Yeah, yeah, so good”, you moan, feeling breathless, "Taehyung, Taehyung, it’s so good, Taehyung."

Taehyung growls deeply at your words, pulling out of you completely only to slam back inside again.

You wail his name, gasping for air afterwards. Your eyes are ripped open in shock, your voice is silent as you open and close your mouth.

"There we go", he growls and pushes you over the edge with a calculated thrust.

Your voice returns as you yelp up before squeaking out desperate moans. You are squirming on the table so much Taehyung has to hold you down with one hand, using the other to play with your pulsating clit.

"Taehyung you fucking-" you press out and moan instead. You reach for him, your finger gets stuck in another button and rips it off easily.

Taehyung grunts and growls, watching the button land on your stomach first before your uncontrollable shaking makes it roll down on the table instead.

"You literal succubus", he presses out, struggling for air.

You collide with the desk, peeling your eyes open. Your high has died down, but you are still hungry for more. Taehyung feels himself swallow at the pure desperation in your eyes.

"More, I want more", you growl, scratching down his chest.

Taehyung simply quirks up an eyebrow at you and smirks. In one swift movement he picks you up from the table to pull you from his cock.

"No, no, no", you wiggle in his arms, clawing at his shoulders in desperation, "more, give me more."

"You're insatiable", he growls before twisting you in his arms. He places you down in front of it, your back turned to him.

You giggle and laugh. It is so fun to be vampire-manhandled by him.

“Part your legs for me and bend over”, he rasps into your ear as his hand travels down to your core. You follow without hesitation, dizzy in anticipation.

Taehyung hums in approval, starting to rub circles on your swollen clit again. He enters you, basking in the way your walls seem to swallow him up greedily.

“Oh you are-“, you groan, pressing your eyes shut when he starts moving, “-so m-much deeper.”

“Does it hurt my darling?”

“No, it feels good”, you turn your head to look at him, “faster please.”

“Like this?”

Taehyung speeds up, putting more pressure on your clit at the same time. You groan and nod your head, knees buckling. Taehyung supports you with a strong hand. The table rattles in exhaustion, hitting the wall over and over again in sync with Taehyung's thrusts. Whoever is in the hallways must wonder why on earth you are hammering nails into your walls at three in the morning.

“Feels so good, feels so good”, you moan, clutching the table so hard your nails start hurting. You sob and squirm, "Taehyung, please don’t stop!"

“That’s it ___, let me hear your voice”, he grunts, slamming into you with such force the table actually moves a good five inches. You yelp, throwing your head back.

“Again!”

Taehyung thrusts into you. The table groans as it moves again, seven inches this time around. Another thrust, so hard your knees actually give up on you. Taehyung pulls you up, bending forward to rest his chest against your back.

“Don’t give up on me”, he rasps, pressing down on your clit, “I want you to orgasm like this”, he whispers into your ear, lips pressed to the shell of it.

In this position his cock grazes your swollen g-spot with every thrust. He times the sensation with the movements of his thumb on your clit. It feels like someone is eliciting a fire in your core. You’ve never felt such warmth before and this comes from a woman who had seen the light from her other orgasms. But it is true. Every new thing Taehyung does feels better and better.

“Taehyung”, you whimper, legs shaking.

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna cum”, you sob, pulsating around his length.

"That fast?"

You give him a desperate sob as an answer, writhing on the table.

Taehyung hums in content, straightening up again. He grabs your hip, guiding you back onto his throbbing length at the same time as he fucks into you. The knot in your stomach tightens. Your pussy feels like she is on fire.

“Cum for me”, he orders.

“I-“ you yelp and then your high crashes down on you, making you shake and writhe all bend over the table.

You sob his name, squirting all around his long cock. Fuck, it is running down your legs.

“That’s it”, he encourages you, fucking you through your high, “oh, how wonderful you feel”, he growls, forcing every droplet of your cum out of you.

You squeak and tense up. Your high has stopped, his cock feels so big all of a sudden.

“Ah, Tae, hurts”, you whimper at the sudden stinging feeling of overstimulation.

"Did you have enough?"

You nod your head, whimpering softly.

"Good girl", he praises and pulls out of you. He twirls you around, giving you a fond smile. Then he lifts you up on the table and pushes you down by your shoulders. You are mesmerised, out of breath. Taehyung pulls your shirt up to where your breasts begin.

His dark eyes meet yours, his lips parting in a deep moan as he starts jerking himself off with both hands to the sight of your glowing face. He grunts, furrowing his brows, rolling his thumb over his frenulum every time he reaches the tip.

“Are you close?” you ask, staring at his big hands working his long cock. You have never seen it be that hard before. It is like he himself has been charmed by your magic.

“Yes, tell m-me where I can release”, he stutters, squeezing around his leaking tip.

“Right there”, you say, parting your legs to present your well-fucked pussy to his hungry eyes.

“Fuck”, he growls and speeds his hand up, “this is, this is-“, he moans and throws his head back, “a-all I wanted”, he chokes out as he cums all over your pussy. It feels hot on your skin, hot and so good, making you moan.

“That’s so hot”, you groan, drinking in the way his long fingers are covered in his white seed and how they seem to use it to jerk him off even better.

Taehyung groans and shakes, the last wave of his orgasm spilling all over you.

“Ah fuck”, he grunts, hands falling from his length to hold onto the table instead. He lets his head tangle to the front, his hair is thoroughly ruined. He is out of breath, panting hard.

“Did you enjoy it?” you ask him, propping yourself up on your elbows. You feel tingly all over, your core feels warm as it is covered in his release, your heart is racing.

He nods, “it was amazing”, he says, taking a deep breath, “was it enjoyable for you too, my darling?” he asks and as he looks up at you there is this familiar warmth in his eyes.

“Yeah”, you have to giggle, “I never had sex on a table before.”

You reach out and touch his sides.

"...or have a vampire use its magical hormones on me", you add in a teasing grin.

He laughs breathlessly, allowing you to pull him closer and cage you between your legs.

"It was fun and I-", you cup his cheek and make him look at you, "-trusted you completely. I still do."

His eyes soften to the point of becoming glassy.

"I know they are just words to you, but my sweetest", he rests his forehead against yours, "they mean the world to me."

"They aren’t just words to me", you whisper, tilting your head up to kiss his lips most tenderly.

He shivers and gasps, chasing you once you pull back. You giggle and rub the tip of your nose against his', making him giggle too.

"I'm really happy", he confesses.

"Me too", you answer him, wanting to hug him but flinching back a second later.

You and him look down at the mess you created.

"Well that's a lot", you say, laughing.

Taehyung chuckles, stuffing himself back into his pants. He touches your thigh once he is dressed again, stroking his hand up and down your skin gently.

“Allow me to clean you up”, he says.

“Okay."

Taehyung disappears all of a sudden.

“Taehyung?” you gasp, blinking your eyes once and then he is in front of you again, “holy cow!” you gasp, flinching.

“I apologize, now that you know my secret I feel like I don’t have to hide anymore”, he explains. Something warm and soft touches your core most tenderly.

You look down. Taehyung is cleaning you off with a wet washcloth. He looks at you, smiling sweetly.

“How did you get that so quickly?”

“Our kind has the ability to run at speeds no human could ever reach”, he explains.

“I see, uhm…” you clear your throat, “that’s kinda cool.”

Taehyung chuckles, cleaning off the last drop of his cum which had landed on your lower stomach.

“Allow me to-“, he disappears for a second again only to reappear with your shorts, “-put these back on for you.”

“Thank you, uhm, yeah”, you mumble, watching him as he dresses you. Once your shorts are back on, Taehyung leans down to place a loving kiss to the inside of your thigh. It sends shivers all over your body.

“I must thank you ___, you are the first person to call my true form beautiful”, he whispers, straightening up, “I will cherish it in my heart.”

"Wait", you sit up completely, "really?"

"Yes", Taehyung answers you.

"Oh…" you lower your eyes and touch his chest, "that’s sad."

"Don't feel sad for me", he tilts your head up and places a chaste kiss to your lips.

"You're so gentle", you have no idea why you said this, but this is the first thing which came into your mind as you felt him kiss you.

"What are you saying?" his eyes race between yours.

"That uhm, I don’t know", you shrug your shoulders, "you're really gentle with me, you aren’t like I imagined vampires to be."

"How did you imagine us?"

"Scary and really, really mean and evil", you confess, cheeks starting to heat up.

"Ah, I see", Taehyung chuckles and tugs a strand of hair behind your ear, "there are a few who are like this, but I will keep you safe from them."

"You will?" you whisper. You have no idea why you whispered, but you are so in awe of your beautiful boyfriend that you could only whisper.

"Yes", he cups your cheek, "you're safe with me."

"Thank you", your eyes meet again. There is that familiar warmth on his face. He smiles.

You retort it, "hey do you want to stay overnight?"

"I would love to, if you allow me", Taehyung answers you, nodding his head.

"Yeah, that's why I asked you", you answer him and get off the table. You hold his hand and tug at it, "do you want to come to bed with me?"

"I would love to, my darling."

You get under the blanket first, holding it open for him. He undresses until he is in nothing but his briefs and then gets under the blanket with you. He keeps his distance so he could look at your face.

“You’re really not frightened of me?” he asks quietly.

“No”, you say and touch his chest, “I told you that I feel weirdly safe with you and I-“, you look into his eyes, “-I still do. “

“You-“, Taehyung presses his eyes closed and inhales shakily, “-don’t even know how much this means to me.”

"I'm glad it does", you reach out and hold his hand.

You look at him and he looks at you and it feels nice. Moonlight shines into your room, hitting his skin and making it appear the softest of silvers. It all makes sense now. Why his skin was so fair and why it looked like starlight under the moon. His eyes have a peculiar glow to them, slightly red as if a ruby broke the sunlight and reflected it on his eyes. The signs were so obvious. His fair skin, his glowing eyes, the way he speaks and acts. You feel so silly for not connecting the dots earlier.

"Why did you not tell me sooner?” you ask him in a whisper.

Taehyung lowers his eyes, "I wanted to, but I couldn’t. We aren’t allowed to tell our secrets to humans.”

“Ah I see.”

“___”, Taehyung says and furrows his brows in seriousness, “you’ve ventured into a dangerous world, my darling. Knowing such a secret puts you into immense danger. If the wrong people find out that I told you, they will eradicate you in order to keep our existence a secret.”

“I understand, I’ll keep it safe, I promise. It’ll be as if I don’t even know about it.”

Taehyung reaches out, caressing your cheek, “that’s my girl”, he praises, flustering you slightly.

You giggle but he stays serious.

“What else?” you ask him because you have spent enough time with him to know when there was even more to a story.

Taehyung begins pouting sadly, “I was so terribly frightened of your reaction", he confesses shakily.

“Oh”, you gasp, “did you think that I would break up with you?”

“Yes and that you find me repulsive or frightening.”

"No Tae, don’t think that. I'm really not scared of you, nor am I repulsed by you."

He smiles, "thank you", the words are barely audible as they leave his lips.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

He closes the distance between you and him, kissing you deeply. Just as you sighed into the kiss and draped your arm over his shoulders he pulls back, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours in a gentle show of affection.

“I haven’t thought of happiness in almost five hundred years, but when I’m with you my sweetest ___, I feel so incredibly happy”, he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

“Oh, wow”, you murmur, millions of butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“Thank you”, he sighs and pulls you against his chest.

“D-don’t thank me”, you whisper, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t tear up. This felt like a confession of love. People normally don’t feel like this for you and yet Taehyung does. And as you lie in his arms and listen to his steady breathing you realise that you are also feeling things for him, you have never felt before. And as you lie in his arms and realise that you are feeling things you have never felt before, you realise that you were falling in love. And as you lie in his arms and realise that you were falling in love you realise that it made you happy. And so you hugged him and kissed his chest, wishing for this moment to last for eternity.

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ahyeonah · 11 months ago

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My baby!! He look so playful when he is only partially transformed! Like you can see he is little shit who love to tease and play and he looks so happy too! And if there is one thing Sanguis!Tae deserve is hapiness!

I love that his full transformation is messier than the perfect proper image he reflect at the start of Sanguis Alpha (... why do I always get confused on which one is the first tome though 😑) You can see he is not fully in control but also it really give into the idea that he build this perfect persona as a shield though it's hard to say if it's to protect himself or to protect others from himself.

I could be wrong be my guess would be this is him until he realise how his shield is hurting OC because at the end of Magnus Venatio and in the following one-shots he is much more free, he is still playful and a tease but you can't feel his shield anymore, especially around JK! I can see him smile with his full boxy smile (which is adorable) and the smile reaching his eyes now! The one in your drawing feels more constructed, like he is definitely happy but guarding himself if that make sense?

I love it though! I love that I can see that much informations in your drawings, even though I could be completely wrong, it's fun beinng able to link a fan art to a specific moment or a period of your fanfic!!

"When Taehyung's age bordered close to three hundred, he went to England. Ridden by grief and pain, he felt himself slither into a dark place. He was desperate, the haunting images of the lives he couldn’t safe were torturing him every single second of his awfully long life. When Taehyung's age bordered close to three hundred, he became mad. These days, Taehyung doesn’t like to call it mad, but back in the day, he felt as if he was losing his mind. Every so often, he found himself covered in the blood of an unknown victim with no recollection of how it had happened. Taehyung hated himself in those days. And he was scared of himself. He felt how the sight of blood made him ravished. It had never made him ravished before, the least it did was make his stomach grumble a little, but he never felt ravished before. Taehyung stopped working as a doctor during that time and fled himself into wine, drugs and sex."

Based on my Sanguis Duology

#taehyung art #bts art #vampire!taehyung #taehyung fanart #art: sanguis duology

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borathae · 3 years ago

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↳ Index [Chapter 27 - Verrat]

• Verrat (German, betrayal)

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Yoongi x f.Reader

Warnings: sexual tension, sneaking around, anger, heartache

Wordcount: 9.8k

a/n: i had so much fun writing this chapter

Yoongi was talking to his creations before, hands propped up on the table and eyes lowered in seriousness. Their conversation stops in an instant, their eyes fall on you.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to disturb us?” Yoongi grumbles.

He did. Just two hours ago the doors to the grande dining hall closed for you and the others. It was right after dinner, you and Jungkook had dish washing duty while Seokjin and Hoseok cleaned the counters. You wouldn’t even have noticed Yoongi if he wasn’t surrounded by his creations and long-term friends. Their chatter drew the four of you out of the kitchen and you watched as Yoongi led them down the hallways. They turned when you called his name.

“They’re going to leave tonight”, he had told you and then he had called Jungkook’s name, “come here, I want you to be part of this.”

Jungkook followed with happiness sparkling in his eyes. It was all the reassurance he needed to know that Yoongi still liked him. He abandoned the rest of you, even going so far as to tell you in particular not to disturb him.

Of course you didn’t listen. You couldn’t sleep and wanted to help.

It feels scary to stand in this hall with dozens and dozens of Rippers and Gluttons staring at you as if you were their greatest downfall. Age surrounded them, even if you weren’t aware of how many centuries they had burdened on their backs, you knew that every single one of them watched the rise and fall of many empires.

“She’s not one of us”, one of them says, showing you his impressive rows of teeth. A Glutton, his shirt was ripped open from the fight. He had rings on his fingers, they looked heavy and as if they had been used in battle dozens of times.

“No, she’s a human. I hear her heart”, another Glutton answers, flaring her nostrils as she smells for you, “oh she smells sweet.” Her frame was strong and tall and under her long coat you could see that she carried a row of wooden stakes with her. So she was already ready to leave.

“She does”, another agrees. He seems to be a Ripper, his body looked bigger and stronger than those of his brothers and sisters. There were heavy swords strapped to his back, their blades were silver and sharp.

One by one they turned to you, inhaling your scent audibly and letting their ruby eyes run over your body. You are aware that this wasn’t your room to be in and that you disturbed a conversation of great importance, but you can’t leave. Not before you haven’t talked to Yoongi.

“Hello”, you greet the vampires.

“Good evening.”

“Hello.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you.”

They greet you with friendliness in their voices but with suspicion in their eyes. Some also seemed just slightly tempted by your heartbeat, but the knowledge of their Creator’s presence kept them in control.

“Leave princess”, Yoongi warns.

“No, I have to talk to you.”

“I’m busy, can’t you see? This isn’t your conversation.”

“I, I know. I just”, you gulp to keep the nervousness at bay, “Yoongi is Namjoon dead too?”

Murmurs go through the room. Yoongi looks at the table.

“Go back to sleep, princess”, he says and then continues the conversations with his creations.

But you are not going to give up. With your back straightened, you walk to him, pushing yourself past a few tall vampires. They let you through, even if their faces morph into expressions of flabbergasted surprise. A human girl fighting her way through a swarm of Rippers and Gluttons, oh they haven’t seen that before.

“…and then…” Yoongi looks at you fighting your way to him, “what are you doing?”

You wiggle yourself between him and Jungkook, then you look at the contents on the table. Different maps, they seem to be of old age. There were a few locations marked by little flags and small pieces of paper were placed beside them. They were torn by hand and carried a variety of names. Judging by the opened pen next to Yoongi’s hand he must have been the one making the cards.

“What’s all that? Is this going to help us find Namjoon’s creations? Are you mapping out where to look?” you ask.

Yoongi blinks in disbelief. Some of his fellow Rippers and Gluttons snicker upon seeing their almighty Creator so flustered by a human.

“Are you going to do a magic spell to find them? How are you going to do it? Do you have Namjoon’s ashes? Don’t ask me how I know this, but I’ve read about location spells in Namjoon’s library and they said that you needed something that belonged to the person to find the person and you need something even more personal like blood when you want to find their relatives. I am telling you, there are so many books on that in there, that I almost got overwhelmed, but I collected the best ones. And I am-“, you stop talking when you hear just how silent the room became.

You lift your head. They are all staring at you, some are confused, but most of them are amused. Yoongi however seems just slightly annoyed.

“Will you leave?” he hisses, placing his hands on your shoulders to push you gently. But you fight him.

“I want to help too”, you complain.

“You’ll help more if you scurry off”, he throws back and pushes you again.

“At least tell me if Namjoon’s dead.”

“Oh my god, will you leave?”

“Is he dead?”

Some of his creations aren’t just snickering by now, they are just full on laughing. It is beyond hilarious to them to see their grumpy Creator lose so dismally against a human.

“No, the bastard fled”, Yoongi grumbles, “now leave.”

“So I was right, Namjoon wasn’t here. I told you Yoongi, you should have believed me.”

“Leave. Now.”

“No, not yet. I, I have other questions.”

Yoongi gives up his fight and stares at you with dark eyes.

“What?” he hisses.

You fix your dishevelled shirt and take a quick look around the room. They are all staring at you, but somehow you get the feeling that you can trust them. Maybe watching you bicker with Yoongi so passionately warmed their dead hearts to you.

“Hah”, you let out and smile nervously, “sorry guys, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”

“It’s alright Missy”, a woman about your height assures you, “am I right Yoongi?”

Yoongi sends her an icy look, jaw tense.

“Whatever, just make it quick”, he grumbles.

You clear your throat.

“Okay so”, you begin and finally open the bag you had been carrying. You put the contents of it on the table. Mostly they are spells you copied from the books in the library.

“I gathered all different kinds of spells. Most of them were in Latin so excuse any mistakes, but I translated most of them into a language we can all understand. And they are all for finding your kind and binding them to places and basically everything that includes killing you guys”, you take a quick look around the room, “no offence, you guys are chill. They’re for Namjoon.”

They chuckle.

“None taken.”

“Now, I’m not a witch and I don’t know any witches. Quite honestly, it’s still really mindblowing to me that witches even exist in the first place. But that’s beside the point. Maybe some of you guys know witches and we could contact them and ask them for help. Wouldn’t that be a great idea?”

Most of them are smiling at you, some are nodding their heads to signal you that they liked your ideas.

Yoongi sighs in annoyance and places his hand on your waist.

“Thank you, we’ll keep your spells in mind. Now can you leave?”

He pushes you to the door.

“Actually I have one more thing I want to discuss with you”, you tell him, fighting him again, “it’s about the prison.”

“Oh yes, that place. Those were the good old days, weren’t they Min Yoongi?” a man with his long hair braided in the back says and laughs loudly.

Some join in. A woman and two men. They seemed to be twins, each carrying grimness only a long life can put on one’s face.

Yoongi gives him an acknowledging smile, it doesn’t show his teeth nor does it reach his eyes.

“Those vampires you put in there last night. What will happen to them?” you stress.

“Don’t worry Missy, Yoongi takes good care of them”, the woman says. Her hair matched in colour with her true eyes. You know her to be the same woman, who had carried those two limb bodies last night.

“What?”

Yoongi pushes you with more vigour, finally managing to make you walk.

“Continue without me”, he tells his creations, forcing you to walk to the door. He grabs your shoulders tightly and pulls you out of the hall. The door falls closed behind him. He turns you quite harshly.

“What are you thinking? I told you not to disturb us, didn’t I?” he hisses.

“I can’t sleep. It’s, it’s been a night and Taehyung still isn’t with us. You promised me one night.”

Yoongi sighs, touching his forehead in what looks like exhaustion.

“Princess please drop it.”

“But you said one night! And now it’s already two!”

“Well, I changed my mind. He’s going to stay in his cell for a while.”

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s for the best, for all of us.”

“No. No it’s not, it’s what’s best for you. You sadist.”

“Watch your mouth”, he hisses, sending you an angry look.

“It’s the truth. If you actually cared for Taehyung you would have released him already.”

“Now listen here princess. Kim Seokjin wants him dead, most of my friends behind that door do too, Jungkook can’t stand him and quite frankly I want to see him punished too for hurting you. Keeping him locked up for a few more days is a justifiable punishment for this ungrateful brat.”

“You’re so cruel”, you press out, hating your eyes for tearing up. You’ve been crying was too much lately and yet you can’t seem to stop doing it.

“Trust me, I could do things far crueller to him”, he says, then sighs, “hey, stop crying”, he says softly, reaching out to brush his fingers over your temple.

You flinch away, pinning him down with a dark, fiery look.

“You’ll regret this”, you press out.

“Don’t start something, you can’t finish. Princess.”

“Tzt”, and with that you turn your back to him, leaving him to stand in the hallway.

Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief, watching you until you have disappeared up the stairs. Then he enters the room again. He closes the door, turning his attention to the vampires eagerly waiting for his commands.

“Who is she?” one of them asks him.

“Just a woman whose life I’ve saved. She isn’t important.”

“You don’t keep humans close, let alone allow them to order you around like that. You like her, don’t you?”

“I don’t like anyone. She’s nobody”, Yoongi grumbles, grinding his teeth when that makes some of his old friends laugh.

“Of course you don’t, not at all.”

“Shut up.”

The laughter grows, forcing Yoongi to frown in annoyance.

Yoongi’s creations and long-term friends left last night. They left with locations and places as their destinations and with promises of letting Yoongi know shall they find something about Namjoon. Now it was just the five you. Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook and you and Yoongi too, acting as your host and ignoring all the dark looks you sent his way throughout the day.

The latter is currently giving Jungkook a lesson again. Not a lesson in blood drinking or controlling his urges, but a lesson in how to play the guitar. It was most peculiar to witness. Jungkook seemed happy, listening to Yoongi’s explanations with his sparkly eyes always glued to Yoongi’s face. And you are happy for him, you truly are. Jungkook seems so truly content in Yoongi’s presence and calm as well. He doesn’t fidget or look at you nervously or act as if he is fighting against his urges constantly. He looks relaxed and in control and because Jungkook looks so content because of Yoongi, you feel just slightly guilty for being so mad at the latter.

“Was that right hyung?” Jungkook asks after finishing the short melody Yoongi told him to play.

“Not quite, you played the second chord wrong. Put your fingers just like this”, Yoongi explains, fixing the position of his students’ fingers.

“Ah, thank you hyung. I will try to be better now.”

“I know you will. Now play it again.”

You grind your teeth and look back into your book. Damn you Min Yoongi. You don’t see how he lifts his head upon hearing that thought or how he looks at you with dark eyes.

“Do you guys want to play Ludo?” Hoseok asks, entering the room with Seokjin following close by.

“Sure, I’m down”, you say, peeling yourself off the armchair to sit down by the mahogany sitting table.

“I want to play too”, Jungkook exclaims and looks at Yoongi, “can I play?”

“Sure, whatever”, Yoongi murmurs.

Jungkook places the guitar aside and gets to his feet. Yoongi stands up as well, turning to leave.

“Hyung where are you going?” Jungkook asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

Yoongi looks confused himself, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to mind him leaving.

“Why?” he asks.

“Join us too.”

Yoongi pulls a face of distaste, or maybe it was the overwhelming unknown feeling of being part of something.

“No”, he says, ��I don’t have time for silly board games.”

“Come on hyung”, Jungkook says, reaching out for Yoongi. He tugs on his arm, painting even more confusion on Yoongi’s feature, “let’s be a team”, he offers with a sweet and honest smile.

“No, I don’t have time for your games”, Yoongi hisses and steps back.

“But hyung”, Jungkook pouts.

Yoongi studies his features, clicking his tongue.

“I grew hungry all of a sudden and that girl's heartbeat isn’t helping”, he says, eyeing your neck.

Seokjin scoots closer to you, draping a protective arm around you. Hoseok shimmies behind you just slightly.

“Stay away from her. I don’t care that you’re a billion years older than me. I will rip out your teeth if you harm her”, he growls.

“Dear christ”, Yoongi groans, rubbing his temples, “relax, you think I would have gone through all this fuss to save her just to end up ripping her to shreds myself?” he spits, “I will go hunting of course.”

“Oh”, Seokjin laughs in relief, “that sounds logical yeah.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue and turns.

“I’m off now, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. I will find out if you do”, he says, stomping out of the room in big steps.

“Wait! Hyung! I need to talk to you!” Jungkook calls after him, running after him.

The door falls closed behind them, their conversation goes unheard by you.

“That dude was in the middle of joining us”, you mumble in disbelief, turning back to Hoseok and Seokjin, “should we wait for him?”

“Ooor we could continue playing and put him in last place”, Seokjin suggests.

“Sure”, you snort, “if you want to be killed then let’s do that.”

“Hey, it’s his own fault for leaving”, Seokjin throws back, shrugging his shoulders.

“Touché”, you chuckle, “let’s wait two more minutes and if he doesn’t come back then, let’s continue.

Seokjin groans, throwing his head back, “fine.”

“Well if that’s so, then I will make myself comfortable”, Hoseok says, grabbing your hips to pull you back a little.

“Hey”, you squeak.

Hoseok has his head on your lap in an instant, eyes closed and cocky smirk on his lips.

“Rude?” you say, flicking his forehead softly, “also, way to go, hiding behind me.”

“This was a strategic move. If Yoongi wanted to attack me, I would have offered you as a sacrifice”, he jokes, earning himself another flick to the forehead.

“I’ll offer you instead if you keep talking like this”, you mumble, shaking your leg like crazy.

Hoseok's head bounces up and down, ruining his hair in the process. He peels his eyes open, sending you a deathly glare.

“You deserved that”, Seokjin says, earning himself a deathly glare as well.

Hoseok closes his eyes after that, shoving a handful of chocolate coated raspberries into his mouth. Seokjin made them as a treat for you, but somehow you get a feeling that they will be shared by everyone here.

Seokjin groans all of a sudden, making you look at him.

“Seriously can’t we just play without JK? It’s his fault for leaving.”

“Patience you-“

The door opening interrupts you.

“Play without me, I’m busy”, Jungkook says, sticking his head inside.

“Everything alright?” you ask him.

“Yep, I’ll go with Yoongi and I need to…like do stuff”, he assures you before his head disappears again and the door falls closed.

“See? We could have played without him”, Seokjin grumbles.

Hoseok sits up.

“Well whatever, at least we were nice enough to wait”, you say.

Hoseok does his move and soon order has returned.

You play board games for a good hour and then you all grow too tired to play. So you retreat to the guest wing for tonight. Seokjin and Hoseok soon said their goodnights, closing their doors behind them. You step out of your room again and close the door. You weren’t tired, you just pretended to be.

You wanted them to power out so you can finally go through with the plan you had been making ever since Yoongi left for the night. You know that he didn’t take his keys with him. You have studied him and watched his every move and habits. He never takes his keys with him when he is hunting in fear that he might lose them. They must be in one of his dozen leather jackets. You just need to go downstairs and to his wing and then finding them will be easy. Once you find them, you will tiptoe to the cellar and free Taehyung.

It has been too many days already since he got locked up. Eight and a half to be more exact. Yoongi promised you one night of prison, but of course he lied. He always lies. Hoseok promised you more opportunities for chances of Taehyung's freedom, but that was wishful thinking. He won’t be leaving his prison cell anytime soon, unless you do something against it.

Tonight you will free Taehyung.

You push the door handle down.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh my god!” you squeak, whipping around abruptly.

Hoseok and Seokjin are standing in the hallway just meters away from you and with their arms crossed in front of their chests.

“Seokjin! Hoseok! Hey!” you laugh nervously, “what are you doing here?”

“We could ask you the same question”, Hoseok says, furrowing his brows, “what are you doing here?”

“Why aren’t you in your room?” Seokjin adds.

“I realised that I forgot my phone downstairs”, you lie, chuckling nervously, “so I’ll just quickly go and retreat it.”

You push the door handle down and open the door.

Seokjin and Hoseok are by your side in not even a second. Hoseok pulls the door closed again, pushing you away from it gently.

“You’re not trying to do something stupid, are you?” he says sternly.

“What? No?” you laugh loudly, “I never do something stupid.”

“Biggest lie ever! You are constantly doing something stupid”, he exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at you.

“Rude”, you pout, “but I promise you, I am not right now. I just want to get my phone.”

“Fine, I’ll get it for you”, Seokjin says.

“No!” you blurt out.

They raise their eyebrows at the same time, face filling with judgment.

“Urgh fine”, you give in with a groan, “I was planning on stealing Yoongi's keys to the prison and then free Taehyung.”

“Are you out of your mind?!” Seokjin exclaims.

“Seriously, you dumb or something? Yoongi will find out one hundred percent.”

“Well, duh obviously. But listen”, you raise your finger, “Taehyung’s been down there for more than a week and Yoongi promised me one night of prison. He lied, so I am simply doing what he should have done days ago.”

And with that you turn to the door and open it again.

“No hey, ___” Seokjin grabs your hand, “don’t do this.”

“Yeah, seriously it’s not worth it”, Hoseok says, getting in front of you.

You wiggle out of Seokjin's grasp and push at Hoseok's chest.

“Get out of my way. I have to do this.”

“No, you don’t have to do anything. You just need to stay in your room and sleep”, Seokjin insists, making himself big in front of the door.

“Seokjin get out of my way”, you grumble.

“No”, he shakes his head.

“Stay”, Hoseok wraps a strong arm around you and presses you against his toned chest. You wiggle and whine, but Hoseok only tightens his arms more.

“Yah, let go of me Hoseok!”

“No”, he insists, “stay here. Don’t be stupid.”

“I have to do this!”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“I do. Yoongi will be gone for another hour, it’s the perfect plan.”

“Sure and then? When he finds out you freed all of his prisoners?”

“I’ll deal with the consequences once they come. Ah Hoseok, for Christ's sake you are literally squishing me.”

“Then stop wiggling around”, Hoseok grunts.

“Hoseok please it hurts so much”, you whine, voice shaky.

Hoseok lets go of you in an instant. Seokjin storms to your side in worry.

“Yah dude are you insane? You hurt her”, he spits.

“I, I w-wasn’t. ___ I’m so sorry”, Hoseok stutters.

“Ha! You’re so easy to mess with!” you say, grinning proudly before you literally zoom to the door.

The door falls closed behind you.

“Hey! You prick! I was so worried about you!” you can hear Hoseok call out for you.

“Sorry, I had to”, you call over your shoulder. Weird, they aren’t by the door. So where are-

“Ah!”

You collide with a chest you know to be Seokjin's.

“You want to run away from two vampires? Very clever idea idiot”, he grumbles and holds you by your upper arms.

“Please come with us”, Hoseok begs, caging in you from behind, “it’s too dangerous and so not worth it.”

Well, this plan isn’t going to work. Time for plan B.

“Fine, god you are both so annoying”, you give in with a huff, stomping back to your room afterwards.

Hoseok and Seokjin follow you inside.

“This was the right thing to do. You would have only regretted it”, Seokjin assures you.

“Whatever”, you say, playing the part oh so perfectly.

You just have to wait until they are both fast asleep and then you will just sneak out. Luckily for you, Seokjin and Hoseok are the biggest sleepyheads in vampire history. Not even an hour later and they are both snoring by your side. You peel your eyes open.

“Hoseok?” you whisper fairly loudly, “Seokjin?”

They aren’t answering you. You go to shake their bodies for a little. Again, no answer. Hoseok merely flips over to the other side and Seokjin has no reaction at all.

“Finally”, you mumble and sit up.

Now all there is left is slipping out of the blanket without disturbing them. With your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth, you go to work. One leg, Seokjin stirs beside you to pull the blanket up his arm again, which you had kicked off his shoulder in your escape. You exhale in relief. He is still asleep. Your other leg next, you watch Hoseok with hawk-like eyes.

“Oh shit”, you hiss when you accidentally kick the blanket off his hips.

Hoseok rolls onto his back and licks over his lips. Other than that there is no reaction whatsoever.

"Oof. Thank god."

Once out of the blanket you crawl down the spacious bed on all fours, going as slow as possible in order not to shake the mattress. You reach the edge, getting down quickly. One last look over your shoulder. They are still fast asleep. Good. Now off you go, tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door behind you quietly.

You tiptoe down the corridor until you are sure they wouldn’t hear you speeding up. Your naked feet echo in the big entrance hall as you hurry down the marble stairs. They are so terribly cold against your skin, you regret not putting on socks beforehand.

Now off to the east wing. Yoongi uses it as his home. You open the big door leading to it, shivering in an instant. You totally forgot that Yoongi doesn’t use the heater. You look outside, watching the heavy rainfall in the bright moonlight. You are literally freezing your ass off. You reach for the light switch. No reaction.

“Oh, yeah I totally forgot that he doesn’t use light either”, you murmur, holding onto the wall as you sneak down the big halls, “idiot.”

You pass by the piano room, stopping for a moment as a human shaped shadow startles you like crazy.

“Yoongi?” you whisper, squinting your eyes, “oh, hahaha, oh god it’s just the coat hanger. Dear Christ, I almost died.”

With a relieved chuckle on your lips you continue your walk. It is funny really how Yoongi is living the biggest vampire stereotype ever. Cold and dark corridors, always broody and never smiling. He is such a stereotype.

“Wait”, you stop and turn around again, “the coat hanger!”

You storm back to the piano room and enter it with one goal in mind. Rummage through the coats and jackets.

Nothing. Not even a crumpled up tissue or a few coins are in those old, dusty jackets. Yoongi must keep them as decoration because they do not smell used. You cough and fan the dust away from your face.

“Well, that was a fail”, you murmur and hurry out of the piano room. Down the hallways again, past his closed study. You look over your shoulder and then go to open the door. It squeaks horribly as you open it.

“Quiet!” you hiss, knowing very well this isn’t going to stop it.

One last look over your shoulder and then you sneak inside, closing the squeaking door behind you. You startle as the lights flicker on automatically. Not many, just two standing lamps and his desk lamp, but it still startled you.

"I'm literally going to die of a heart attack here", you murmur.

With the lights as your new companion, you start rummaging through his many drawers. Most of them host old papers and books and although they do pique your interest, this is not what you came here for. Next up, his desk. You sit down at his surprisingly comfortable chair and open the drawers one by one. More papers, more books, a few letters.

“No way”, you chuckle and pull out a portrait of Yoongi all dressed up in a tophat and a fancy suit. A daguerreotype, Taehyung showed you one of them before.

“Min Yoongi, who would have thought”, you say, smiling. You turn the picture. There is something written on the back of it.

“For my dearest love, I hope this portrait of mine reaches you before the fever takes you. For I couldn’t continue living if I knew you never got to see this marvellous new invention. They call it a daguerreotype and I hope it will sweeten your last days immensely. With utmost adoration, Min Yoongi.”

You lower the picture.

“Oh.”

Well, now you feel awful for laughing. Yoongi clearly meant to send this to someone special. Seeing it here in his desk drawer could only mean one thing. Your heart feels heavy. The fever took them before Yoongi could send it to them. With your throat feeling funny, you put the picture back into the drawer. Why would he keep this? And in a drawer he opens so frequently on top of that? Could it be that he still cares? Or that he blames himself? You know that he could have saved them, he was already a vampire back then, just one droplet of his blood and he could have been with his lover for all eternity. That is. You think back at the words Yoongi told you a few days ago, about how his lineage all turned out to be Rippers or Gluttons.

“Oh Yoongi”, you murmur, feeling sad.

He most likely didn’t want to condemn them to such a fate. You sniffle and rub at your eyes. Well, this just made you sad.

You take a deep breath and swallow deeply. But this isn’t what you came here for. You wanted to free those vampires. You look back at the drawer. But do you really?

“Ah, get yourself together”, you murmur and give your cheek a gentle slap, “it’s just a picture, come on.”

And with that you leave his office before another piece of Yoongi's past can remind you that maybe he wasn’t as monstrous as you portray him to be. You tiptoe down the corridor, eyes glued to what you assume to be his bedroom door. Maybe you could simply free Taehyung and let those other vampires in their cells for now. That could be a plan. Yoongi surely wouldn’t mind you freeing Taehyung. Especially because he was supposed to leave the cellar eventually anyway. Yoongi surely won’t have a problem with you freeing him just a few weeks earlier than planned. Yes, that sounds like a good plan.

You open the bedroom door.

“Oh wow”, you gasp. This has to be the most beautiful room you have ever seen. High ceilings with beautiful artworks stretching all over them. The walls are covered in blue velvet tapestry and golden picture frames hold the paintings of painters, you normally only see in a museum. It is a lot warmer here too, Yoongi lit the big fireplace opposite the spacious bed, the flames are mesmerizing to look at. For a moment you simply want to sit by the fire and look at all the beautiful paintings. It is so not at all like you imagined his bedroom to look like. It is so warm and homely.

“No. Stop getting distracted”, you tell yourself.

You need to find his jacket. The one he always wears. You know that you will find the keys in there. It is nowhere to be found in the bedroom. You open a door, revealing his ensuite clothing room. It is a lot colder than the bedroom, showing you a surprisingly big collection of clothes.

“Huh?”

You stop and stare.

“Why are all your mirrors covered?” you ask an imaginary Yoongi, letting your eyes run over the black curtains he placed over every single mirror in that room.

You try to tug them away, coming to the realisation that he nailed them down.

“What the hell?” you murmur.

What does that mean? Why is he covering up his mirrors? Could it be that he doesn’t like looking at himself?

“No, it can’t be. He’s probably just….” you eye the curtains and with just how much precision he had them nailed down to the ground. You turn away, eyes landing on the leather jacket.

“Oh, it’s there”, you say. Despite your once eagerness to get the keys, you walk to it – you don’t run, you walk – and take it off the coat hanger. This feels so wrong to do and yet you can’ stop. You squat down to the ground and start rummaging around its pockets. A package of gum, sunglasses, a ballpoint pen, but no keys. Where the hell are the keys?

“Come on, I know you were in here. Where are you?” you murmur, shaking the jacket like crazy.

“Are you looking for those?”

Your head snaps up. Yoongi is standing in the doorframe with the keys dangling from his fingers.

“Yoongi! I-I thought you were out hunting” you stutter, stumbling to your feet.

“I’m back”, he says dryly and pushes himself off the doorframe. He walks over to you in heavy steps, his big boots jingle with every step he takes. He stops so close in front of you that you can smell the blood of his prey which soaks his silken shirt and feel the heat of his skin. You gulp, looking into his eyes. They run over your features, studying the guilt in them.

“You’re not on your plan on freeing those fuckers again, are you?” he asks you, voice calm yet filled with warning.

You shake your head vigorously. You hurry out of the clothing room, Yoongi follows you.

“No, of course not! I, I was just-“

Yoongi takes a hold of your wrist, making you gasp in surprise. You stumble back, colliding with his chest. He presses something into your palm. Cold metal.

“Go on then, free them”, he says and pulls his hand away.

The keys! He handed them to you. Wait. He handed them to you?

“I don’t understand.”

“Free them, princess. Go on, free them of their chains and then tell them that they are free to run.”

Yoongi takes a step back, raising his hands above his head.

“I won’t stop you”, he says and then he turns his back to you to strut to his chaise lounge.

He lies down on it and closes his eyes. Is he serious? You take one step. Yoongi doesn’t move. Another step. Yoongi merely takes a deep breath in relaxation. Another step. No movement of Yoongi. He is actually serious, wow. You speed up your steps. You have reached his doorstep when Yoongi speaks again.

“Free those starving Rippers and Gluttons, who have been thinking about nothing but blood for centuries. We’ll see how this works out for a human girl such as yourself.”

You stop in an instant, blood freezing in your veins. You hadn’t even thought about that. You turn around. Yoongi is looking at you with his arms crossed behind his head nonchalantly and an amused smirk on his lips.

“But I assume you have outweighed your chances at survival before coming here and trying to steal from me. Right?”

You don’t even have to answer him and he already opens his palm for you to return the keys. He chuckles as you make your walk of shame to him. You put the keys in his palm, head hanging low.

“Thank you”, he says with amusement lacing his voice.

You don’t answer him, too deep lies your shame. You merely lower your head even more and turn around to continue your walk of shame. Yoongi however isn’t having it. He pulls you back by your wrist, making you fall on the chaise lounge. He is above you, caging you in between his body and the furniture.

“Don’t try such stupidities again, princess. I won’t be that nice shall you repeat such behaviours”, he whispers darkly, hot breath fanning over your face.

You gulp, hating the shiver running down your spine. What is it about him that makes you so weak-kneed and easily affected? He gives your cheek a tender caress, rolling his hips into yours just enough to make you gasp at the sensation.

“Understood?”

“Y-yeah”, you stutter, nodding your head vigorously.

“Wonderful”, he smiles and rolls off of you, “now if you’ll excuse me, I am dirty and want to take a shower”, he says, getting to his feet.

He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it to the ground. Next his boots come off, getting kicked into a corner. He looks over his shoulder.

“Unless you want to join me”, he taunts, smirking.

You ignore the way your stomach clenched at his words. Or the way your heart sped up.

“Why would I want to join you?” you ask, stumbling to your feet.

Yoongi inhales deeply. He closes his eyes and smirks. Heat rushes to your cheeks. He hums and looks back at you.

“Just a hinge”, he rasps, tapping his nose.

You pull your shirt down over your ass and clear your throat.

“Don’t be ridiculous”, you murmur and then embarrassment gets too much for you and you run out of his room, throwing the door closed behind you as you do.

Thankfully he isn’t following you as you run down the dark corridors. Although you are pretty sure that he can still hear your heartbeat racing in your chest. How dare he fluster you in such ways. You looked like a complete idiot back then. Gosh Yoongi must think you are a total loser now. A door squeaks behind you. You whip around, almost yelling when you see that it is the cellar door opening. Jungkook steps out of it, looking beyond distraught.

“Jungkook?” you gasp, stopping in your path.

He flinches at the sudden sound of your voice.

“___? What the hell? What are you still doing up?”

“Why were you in the cellar? How did you get in there?”

“Yoongi unlocked it for me before he left for his hunt.”

“What were you doing down there?” that’s when it dawns on you, “Jungkook, holy cow. What did you do to Taehyung?”

Jungkook merely looks away.

“What he deserved”, he answers you dryly as he presses himself past you. He is going to run away from you, lock himself in his room and pretend that you were invisible.

“Hey! Jungkook! What does this mean? I swear to christ if you killed him!”

“I didn’t kill him.”

Jungkook hurries up the stairs. You grab his arm as tightly as possible.

“Jungkook, what did you do to him?”

Jungkook merely snarls and continues running down the corridor.

“Did you torture him?”

Jungkook rips his arm free from your grasp, he increases his steps.

“I am asking you a question, Jeon Jungkook!” you bark, reaching for his arm again.

Jungkook whips around with a growl and presses you against the next best wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. His fangs are bared, eyes glowing red.

“I did what he deserved. We’re equal now!” he snarls, face contorted in anger. He is breathing heavily, fingernails digging into your upper arms.

“Did, did you hurt him a lot?” you whisper, heart racing like crazy.

Jungkook looks at your neck for the briefest of moments and swallows hungrily.

“Just go to sleep ___”, he says dryly, face morphing back into his human form. He lets go of your arms and disappears.

“Jungkook?” you call out, knowing very well that he could be five miles away already.

Eight o’clock the next evening. The estate's kitchen. Hoseok and Seokjin are standing by the stove, cooking up dinner. Jungkook was with them, he was laughing at one of Seokjin’s jokes when you enter the room.

They sense you and turn. Hoseok and Seokjin seem happy to see you. Jungkook’s laughter dies down slowly, his eyes widen more and more. You scoff and look away.

“___!” Hoseok exclaims happily, “finally you’re here! We need another pair of hands in the kitchen.”

“Do I have to?” you ask, eyeing Jungkook, who by now is staring at the ground in embarrassment.

Hoseok looks nervous for a moment before he smiles, “yaaah, are you trying to get out of work here? Not happening Missy, you’re the one who needs the food so work for it.”

You roll your eyes and give in with a sigh.

“Fine”, you give in, strutting over to them while rolling your sleeves up, “what can I do?”

Hoseok drapes his arm across your shoulder and pulls you into his chest.

“We’re making dumplings today. Credit goes to Seokjin.”

Seokjin turns from the pot he was stirring and gives you a nod of his head. He turns back around a second later, throwing some salt and pepper into whatever he was making.

“You are going to help with making the little dough balls”, Hoseok says.

“Okay? And what are you doing?”

“I’m having the honourable task of filling your guys’ glasses with wine.”

“Yah! So basically you’re not working, you lazy idiot.”

Hoseok cackles, “I’m only kidding. While I too make sure you guys get fucked tonight, I’m helping with the folding. My fingers are perfect for that”, he says and wiggles them.

You can’t help but chuckle.

“What’s the reason for wine though?”

“What?” Hoseok whips around to gawk at Seokjin, “did you not tell her, hyung?”

“Tell me what?”

“It’s Seokjin hyung’s birthday today”, Jungkook explains shyly.

You send him an icy glare and then look at Seokjin. You begin smiling.

“That’s amazing. Why didn’t you tell me Jinnie? I would have gotten you a present”, you say and then go to hug him tightly, “happy birthday.”

Seokjin accepts the hug with a content grunt, wrapping his arm around you without touching you. His hands are covered in food and he doesn’t want to dirty your clothes.

“It’s alright, if you’ve had as many birthdays as I had, you get kind of bored by them”, he dismisses you.

“That’s sad”, you give him a pout, “luckily for you, you have me now and I have never celebrated your birthday before.”

Seokjin chuckles and turns the stove on.

“It’s already enough to celebrate it with you guys”, he says.

He pours the meat filling into the pan, filling the air with the sound of sizzling and the smell of it cooking. You claim the spot next to Hoseok, ignoring Jungkook to your right for obvious reasons. The latter seems clearly tense, sneaking glances at you every now and then whilst raking his brain for what to say.

You quite frankly hope that he won’t say anything, preferably you hope he pisses off altogether. To the other side of the world.

Soon the meat has finished cooking. Seokjin serves it in a bowl, claiming the spot to Hoseok’s left. He takes one of the little balls of dough you laid out and spreads it. Then he places one spoonful of filling on the dough and folds it in half, doing so most tentatively.

“So that’s how you do that”, Hoseok says, having watched his friend work. He takes a ball of dough and mimics what Seokjin did.

You and Jungkook do the same. Jungkook even goes so far as to put the filling on your sheet of dough, looking at you with big eyes.

You don’t say a word, you just begin working silently.

Jungkook exhales in defeat, lips turning into a sad pout.

“Have I ever told you about my skiing accident in 1993?” Hoseok asks in hopes of defusing that terribly awkward energy.

“Not that I can remember. What happened?” you ask him, preparing the second dumpling.

“Okay so, I spent some years travelling through Europe and it just so happens that I spent many winters in the Alps. I had this vampire chick back then. Annelise. I am telling you ___ she was a ten outta ten.”

“Hobi seriously, if this is another one of your sad stories only for it to then end in you getting edged during a blowjob I’m gonna scream”, you joke.

Seokjin chuckles.

“Rude and very uncalled for”, Hoseok says, sticking his tongue out at you, “and no I was not edged during a blowjob, I actually came very well back then. Every night. Thank you very much.”

You snort, “gross.”

“The point however is”, Hoseok begins again, “I had this girl back then, who made me cum”, he says, giving you a look.

“Okay I get it”, you laugh, nudging his hip with your own.

“And she was an amazing snowboarder and she forced me to take up skiing. She was hot and I was very much in love with her so would you look at it? An hour later I am speeding down a mountain at three hundred miles per hour whilst screeching like an idiot.”

“I can imagine this very well”, Seokjin says.

“Yeah me too”, you chuckle.

“It was worse than you guys can imagine. It was seriously the scariest thing I have ever done. She forgot to tell me that I had to drive in squiggly lines and my dumb ass just shot down the mountain in a straight line. Suddenly a pile of snow appeared in front of me. It was frozen over and I was screaming and screeching and driving right to it.”

“Did you collide with it?”

“Worse. That fucker catapulted me into the air like half a kilometre.”

“I’m sure it was that high”, Seokjin teases.

“It sure felt like it”, Hoseok says, giving him a nod of his head, “and then next thing I know is, I’m crashing through some trees and landing back first on another pile of snow. My lower spine was shattered, my legs dead and Annelise had to carry me down the mountain like a sack of potatoes before my spine finally healed again.”

“That sounds traumatic, geez”, you say.

“It was. I’m serious, I thought I’d die that day.”

You giggle, giving Hoseok one last fond look before averting your gaze back to the dumpling you had been working on before.

“I’m serious ___ I was honestly thinking that I’d die that day”, Hoseok jokes.

“I’m not doubting you, I’m not”, you say in a chuckle. You place your finished dumpling with the rest of them and grab a new sheet of dough.

“Excuse me ___? Is that what you call a dumpling?” Seokjin calls your attention then.

“What do you mean?”

“It looks like a shrivelled up ballsack.”

Hoseok topples over in laughter, wheezing for air.

“I- hah! I did my best?”

Seokjin giggles and soon you find yourself laughing as well. This is a nice moment.

You continue folding the dumplings, giggling and laughing each time one of you happens to produce one that looks just slightly misshapen. It is so much fun in fact that you soon forget about the presence of him next to you. Hoseok tells his little stories, Seokjin laughs because of them. You entertain them with your poor folding skills. And the wine keeps all of you jolly drunk. The night couldn’t get any better.

“Look!” Seokjin exclaims, “that is how a dumpling is supposed to look ___”, he teases and shows you the perfectly shaped dumpling.

“Okay wow, way to flex on me and my poor folding skills”, you give him a pout.

Seokjin laughs, you smile.

“Look ___, mine looks like a bean”, Jungkook throws in with his voice happy and his eyes sparkling. He shows it to you, laughing.

Your smile drops, your gaze darkens.

Jungkook’s laughter becomes nervous of nature, his eyes slowly but surely lose their spark.

“Tzt”, you scoff, turning a cold shoulder to him.

Jungkook exhales, sagging his shoulders as he does. His attempt to get on your good side again by making jokes has clearly backfired.

“Uuuh what was that?” Hoseok asks, looking between you and Jungkook.

“Nothing.”

“That woman still lies when we can clearly hear her heart skip a beat. She’ll never learn.”

“Spill the beans guys, pun intended”, Seokjin says.

“Why don’t you go ask Jungkook about it?” you hiss.

They look at their friend. He is currently lowering his eyes in shame.

“What happened JK?”

He shakes his head.

You scoff, grinding your teeth afterwards.

“Awkward”, Hoseok whispers.

“I think they had their first real couple fight”, Seokjin whispers.

“We can hear you, idiots”, you say, “besides, stop being so noisy.”

Hoseok sucks in air through his teeth, exchanging a look with Seokjin.

“You know what? I think I’m going to get another bottle of wine” you say, taking big steps to hurry out of the room.

The estate had many wine rooms. You had to learn this the confusing way on your many adventures of stumbling into the wrong room by accident. There was one right between the kitchen and the grande dining hall. Its doors were currently opened, courtesy of Hoseok getting a bottle just a few hours before.

You hurry inside and hide in the farthest corner, sitting down on the ground with your knees pulled to your chest.

You are so angry again. Hoseok and Seokjin almost made you forget about Jungkook and what he did to Taehyung. You were laughing whilst standing next to his abuser. And he had the audacity to try and joke with you. Oh you feel so angry and pissed and guilty and helpless. You feel helpless. You feel so helpless.

A soft sob slips past your lips. You muffle it quickly, hoping that nobody has heard it. You can’t cry again. Not again. Your eyes squeeze shut, your lungs work hard to keep breathing.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You can do this. Don’t cry.

“___?”

You lift your head, turning it away in an instant. Anger washes away the helplessness.

“They uhm, told me to help you, so I came”, Jungkook explains, scratching the side of his neck.

“Leave me alone”, you murmur, standing up to leave.

Jungkook however rounds you. Your steps come to an abrupt stop.

“I want to talk”, he says.

“I don’t.”

“Why are you angry at me?”

“You didn’t just ask this, did you?” you hiss, sending him a look so poisonous Jungkook feels himself grow smaller.

“I-I didn’t I- sorry, I know s-stupid question. C-can I do something to, uhm, to make it better?”

“Don’t know, can you travel back in time and take back the night you tortured Taehyung?” you spit, growing louder the more you talk.

“Y-you’re mad and I, I understand that you are.”

“I’m not mad, I am furious!” you spit and do the unthinkable of tearing up.

"Hey no, don’t cry", Jungkook gasps, touching your shoulder, "don't cry please."

You shake him off.

“Don't touch me!”

“Sorry.”

“I'm so angry and mad and frustrated and it hurts so much", you hit your own chest with your fist, "it hurts so much in there when I imagine all the shit you did to Tae. All I want is one chance to talk to him. That's all I want. A conversation. And yet I get told no over and over and over again."

Jungkook looks at you intently, wanting to show you that he was listening to you. You push at his chest hard enough to make him stumble back. Jungkook allows you, carrying regret on his features.

"But of course you are allowed to hurt him”, you push him again, “you get your chance”, another push, Jungkook collides with one of the wine shelves, “torture is allowed but a conversation isn’t."

You fight against your tears, twisting your fingers in his shirt.

“Do you even know how awful that feels?” you choke out, shaking him so harshly he lets out a little sound.

You lock eyes with him, “I trusted you Jungkook. I get why Seokjin wants to hurt him, but you? What did he ever do to you?”

Jungkook lowers his eyes.

“I didn’t hurt him.”

“What?”

“I thought that he is like me. A, a Ripper or a Glutton a-and I wanted to make him feel how it feels like to lose control.”

“What the hell are you saying?”

“The thing that happened to us”, Jungkook presses out in an exhale, eyes filling with tears, “it was the worst thing that ever happened to me a-and I just wanted to show him how it feels when someone forces you to drink blood.”

“What? You force fed him blood? Taehyung wasn’t even involved in it, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“B- but he knew of it. He knew what Namjoon a-and his creation were doing to us. He knew and he did nothing to stop them.”

“And that gives you an excuse to force feed him blood? What if he was a Ripper? A Glutton? What if he was currently trying to get better just like you? You would have ruined someone’s hard earned progress just for childish, selfish reasons.”

It seems that Jungkook only seems to realise now what he would have done had he been successful. His eyes fill with unbearable guilt.

“___ I didn’t think, I-“

“Yes, you didn’t think”, you spit, shaking him again, “goddamn it Jungkook, how could you do this to him?”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I just – I don’t…I-“, he touches your wrists, “___ I’m sorry.”

You can sense that Jungkook was being honest in his apology and that he truly regrets what he did, but the wounds are still too deep. The hatred for the situation was still too fresh.

You pull your hands away.

“I can’t forgive you.”

Jungkook nods his head in understanding and lowers his eyes sadly.

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“I know Jungkook”, you say quietly before turning to leave.

Hoseok and Seokjin spend the next day with you. It wasn’t actively, but more by being in the same room as you at all time just to make sure you weren’t feeling lonely.

The weather was awful outside. Stormy and cold. Said cold was creeping into the estate through nooks and crannies, filling the unheated rooms with unbearable cold. The ones which a fireplace kept warm, still carried a certain iciness to them.

Hoseok and Seokjin said that they were comfortable, but you weren’t. Thick socks, two sweaters and a thick blanket and you still feel slightly chilly.

You are aware that it wasn’t all of physical nature. You were missing the most important part for your comfort. The one person, who always kept you warm. You are missing Taehyung. You miss his sweet voice reading poems to you, you miss his strong arms holding you, you miss his safe chest providing you a place to rest and you miss his scent. His sweet, soothing scent which always managed to fill your heart with warmth.

You miss him so much.

“Is this seat taken?”

You lift your head, tasting sourness on your tongue immediately

Jungkook.

It has been an entire day ever since your conversation in the wine room and you still haven’t found it in yourself to forgive him for what he did. Quite frankly, you think you never will.

You turn your head away, keeping your eyes locked on the pages of your book. Perhaps if you ignore him he will go away.

Jungkook shimmies from one foot to the other, scratching his neck.

"I'll sit down now", he announces and waits.

When you give him no reaction, he sits down.

"Hey", he says.

You can feel his eyes on you. It makes you feel just all the more angry. You scoot away obviously enough that he notices.

"Yeah, hah", he laughs, "I guess it's a little weird to say hey when we've seen each other all day. Ha, hahaha."

You don’t want to talk to him. You just don’t. Jungkook looks at you then at your book.

“This uhm…” he begins, “…seems to be a good book. What’s it about?”

He is seriously trying to do small talk right now. He is so infuriating. You don’t show him the cover, keeping silent on top of that.

“Uh, hah”, he lets out and laughs nervously, “do you want hot choco?”

He extends his arm, revealing a mug to you. It is filled with what seems to be an attempt at hot cocoa. He even made a little whipped cream mountain and sprinkled colourful sugar sprinkles on top to make it look like it had snowed.

“I, I made it for you. It’s really yummy. I made sure t-that it's really, uh, chocolaty”, he stutters.

Offers of delicious cocoa will do nothing. He really thinks that preparing a drink for you will be the solution to all your problems. He goddamn tortured Taehyung, one little drink does horseshit. Perhaps it even feels like mockery.

He scoots closer a little, “don’t you want to try? Look I even made a mountain a-and that's snow", he explains, pointing at the sprinkles with his finger shaking.

One must give it to him. He is persistent in his attempts. He must have figured it out by now that you don’t want to talk to him.

“Or not, that’s totally okay” he murmurs, pulling his hand away.

He stays seated, fumbling with the mug while hitting the tips of his feet together repeatedly. He is also rocking back and forth slightly, obviously trying to calm himself down. You try not to concentrate on his presence. It doesn’t really work because each time you finish a page of the book, you realise that you hadn’t memorised anything because your brain was occupied with mentally sending daggers Jungkook’s way.

“Do you want to play a game together?” he asks then, keeping his voice quiet and soft.

“Oh my god”, you exclaim, giving him a quick glance, “read the room, will you?”

You know that Hoseok and Seokjin stopped chatting and are now staring at you awkwardly. You feel their eyes basically burn themselves into your face.

But you don’t care, you can only see Jungkook and the way he lowers his eyes sadly and his lips begin pouting.

“Y-yeah of course, sorry I’ll just leave”, he murmurs, stumbling to his feet to run out of the room. He leaves the cup of cocoa next to you. It looks sad like this. A failed attempt of a desperate boy trying to gain your forgiveness, now abandoned and lonely. You break your eyes away from it and look back into the book. You feel shitty for treating him that coldly, if you felt just a little less betrayed maybe you would have accepted the drink.

“Seriously, what’s going on with you guys?” Seokjin asks.

“Nothing”, you press out.

“That’s not nothing. You’re treating that poor man like shit.”

“And what about it?” you murmur.

“What could have possibly happened that earned him such a cold demeanour?”

You stay silent, grinding your teeth.

Seokjin sighs in defeat, claiming the spot on which seconds ago Jungkook had sat. He places his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I know fighting with your lover sucks, but giving Jungkook the silent treatment will only backfire in the long term. You may have his attention today, but come tomorrow and that poor boy will be so intimidated and nervous that he’ll just completely pull away.”

You shake his hand off.

“Then let him pull away. What do I care?”

“___”, Hoseok gasps, “that’s literally not like you. You don’t give people up.”

“Agreed, you even wanted to give Park Jimin a second chance. And now Kook is just nobody to you?”

They were right and you knew that you didn’t want to be angry with Jungkook until eternity. Tonight however, the wounds were still too fresh.

"I don't want to talk to him tonight."

"Why?"

“I just don’t”, you press out and think back to Taehyung.

Holy fuck, you miss him so much.

#bts angst #bts fantasy #bts x reader #bts x you #bangtan angst #bangtan fangtasy #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #vampire bangtan #vampire!jungkook #vampire!hoseok #vampire!seokjin #vampire!yoongi #vampire!taehyung #vampire!jimin #vampire!namjoon #fanfic: sanguis alpha

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↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Schicksal]

• Schicksal (German, fate)

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: the beginning is very sweet until everything does a 180 and it turns very dark, violent blooddrinking, hunts, violence, betrayal, those are not your sweet romanticised vampires

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i hate them, also istfg if just one of you blames oc i will slaughter you painfully

The sun was already getting ready for her sleep when you and Taehyung finally leave his wing. You hadn’t planned on leaving his wing, but your rumbling stomach convinced you otherwise.

You giggle as Taehyung catches up with you on the stairs. He wraps his arms around you, picking you up with ease.

“What are you doing? Tae put me down”, you laugh.

“Never”, he says, pressing you against the handrailing at the end of the stairs, “you’re mine darling”, he coos, caressing your sides.

“Mhm, yeah I am”, you say, grinning goofily. His hair feels so soft in your fingers.

"I'm so happy to have you again", he whispers, making your heart flutter.

"I'm happy too", you breathe, feeling your body draw closer to him all on its own.

"Let’s never ever fight again", he says, making you chuckle.

"That's a little unrealistic", you say.

He pouts, earning himself a soft pinch to his cheek.

"Fine, let’s never ever fight again", you give in with fondness in your voice.

"That's better", he says and smiles.

"You're so cute."

"Ah yes? Are you perhaps talking to a mirror?"

You snort, "Tae come on", you whine.

Taehyung grins and leans in for a kiss, stopping as your stomach rumbles loudly. You both look down at it.

“Are you famished, my sweetest?” he asks, rubbing his hand over your tummy gently.

“Yes, a little, stupid human stomach, it ruined the mood.”

Taehyung looks at you with fondness in his eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat, shall we?”

The kitchen is abandoned when you enter it.

“What do you guys have?” you ask, opening the fridge, “apparently nothing.”

“You must understand, we normally don’t house human guests”, he explains, scratching the back of his neck.

“Ah I see. You just bring them over to be food, am I right?” you tease and Taehyung lowers his eyes, “don’t worry I was just messing with you."

“Ha”, he laughs nervously, “I knew that of course.”

“Sure you did”, you joke and look back into the empty fridge, “so what are we going to do about the empty fridge though? Do you want to go out and have dinner somewhere in town?”

“Or how about we order it and get it delivered?” he says, giving you a back hug, “we would waste less time, which we could spend otherwise.”

“Otherwise?” you twist around in his arms, “what is it you are talking about?” you tease, knowing exactly what he meant.

He smirks, giving your hips a quick squeeze.

“Do you enjoy Italian?” he asks.

“Italian? Well, duh obviously. I live for pasta”, you say.

“Splendid. Shall we order pasta for you darling? And some tiramisu for dessert?”

"How about we order pasta and for dessert….", you trail off, tugging him closer by his belt, "...I finally get to taste you."

"Mhhhm darling", he rasps and kisses your cheek, "you are really out to torture me today, aren’t you?"

"Maybe yeah", you break away, "so pasta, I think I want to go with bolognese or maybe lasagna? I don’t know what I should get..."

He grins lazily.

"How about I'll order you both and if it is too much I'll eat it for you?"

"Sounds like a plan, yeah."

You are busy getting yourself a glass of water while Taehyung talks on his phone to the restaurant. He ends up ordering tiramisu nonetheless, ending the phone call with a polite thank you.

His eyes land on your glass of water.

"How about I get you wine instead?" he asks, reaching for your glass.

"No, I'm thirsty", you stop him, "but wine still sounds nice. What do you have?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

Taehyung leads you down a flight of winding stairs, holding your hand tightly the entire time. The cellar lights flicker on with a quick movement of his hand, revealing a long corridor to your eyes with its walls and narrow ceilings entirely made out of red brick.

"Creepy", you murmur, "that’s so vampire mansion chique."

Taehyung chuckles, leading you down the corridors.

"What's this place?"

"Our cellar system. I don't know what lies hidden behind most of these doors. Yoongi keeps the keys to them", he explains, "but there are a few rooms which are accessible to us."

You look at a rusty iron door, drawing closer to Taehyung because just looking at it scares you.

"Is Yoongi one of the bad vampires?" you whisper, eyes still glued to the door. The way those rust stains look….like bloody handprints and scratch marks.

"He is most definitely not good, that much is sure. But then-" Taehyung stops talking when he sees the precision of your scared gaze, "hey, don’t look", he cups your cheek and forces you to look at him, "he may be older than me, but this wouldn’t stop me from keeping you safe from him."

"Older?"

"Yes, the older our kind is, the stronger we become. It is a little reward that comes with the torturous eternity."

"I see...so you are basically Hulk strength wise?"

He laughs, cheeks rising cutely.

"I like to argue that I am stronger than him."

"Aaah of course you are", you tease, squishing your cheek against his arm, "gosh Tae this place is really creepy though."

"Nothing can hurt you, I’m here with you. Alright?" he assures you softly, petting your hair.

"Yeah, alright."

You can see the end of the corridor. A thick iron gate with black poles and a massive lock. It is tangling from its chains, clearly having been opened recently as there was less dust collecting on it. Spiders have built their webs between the poles. The webs are moving in the winds which come out of the darkness behind the gate.

"What's behind there?" you point at it.

"Nothing", he says and unlocks a door just twenty feet from the gate.

"What do you mean nothing?"

Taehyung pulls you into the room and closes the door. Lights flicker on a second later, revealing a wine cellar to your eyes. It looks impressive with its high shelvings and dark wood floors, but your mind is still stuck on that gate.

"Taehyung, a gate can’t just lead into nothing."

He leads you down a path, taking a turn to his right where they are storing their white wines. He is still holding your hand.

"Taehyung?"

"There are things in this house, which shouldn’t concern you darling", he answers you with his voice slightly deeper than usual.

"What do you mean?"

"Dangerous things, which can hurt you", he explains further, leaving you more confused than before.

"Does it lead to somewhere dangerous?"

He nods his head and climbs on a wooden ladder to reach the highest shelf of Chardonnay.

"Where to?"

He climbs down again, turning to you. He is dusting off the bottle, eyes flitting up to lock with yours.

"The tunnels under the city."

"The tunnels? The secret tunnels you told me about on our first date?"

"Yes, exactly. It is an endless labyrinth of lightless tunnels and hidden rooms and you would only get lost in them", he steps closer to you, "I believe that this is where they tortured you and Jungkook."

"Holy shit, really?"

"Yes, there is no other place in town which smells of acids, trust me."

"How do you know about the acidic smells?"

Taehyung shakes his head, "Intuition."

"Intuition?"

"The scent lingered on your hair when we talked in acting class. But that doesn’t matter. Do you hear me, ___? I don’t want you to venture behind this gate and get lost. There are shadows down there, lurking in the darkness and waiting for a good soul like yours to stumble into their arms."

"Shadows? As in the bad vampires who hurt me?"

"Yes, amongst other wicked things."

You shiver and draw closer.

"I understand", you say and touch his chest, "I won’t go behind the gate. I promise."

He smiles.

"That's my girl", he says and kisses your forehead, "it pains me to forbid you of your free will, but it is only for your safety."

"Don't worry, I know you don’t want to control me. You just want to keep me safe. I understand."

You get on your tiptoes and peck his lips. It makes him smile and in return it makes you smile.

“Shall I show you something else?”

“Of course, gosh Tae why do you have so much stuff?” you ask him, holding his hand as he leads you out of the wine cellar.

“I think it comes with the age”, he jokes, making you laugh.

He leads you closer to the staircase again, stopping at a black iron door on the left side of the corridor. A key is stuck in its keyhole and a small camera is tangling from it.

“That’s such a cute keychain”, you gush, watching Taehyung unlock the door.

“Thank you, Jimin gave it to me as a present.”

“Jimin?”

Taehyung lets out a sigh, “there were happier times between him and I, a long time ago when it was just the two of us.”

“Do you guys know each other for long?”

“Four hundred years perhaps?”

“Damn, that’s a long time. No wonder you find it hard to end the friendship.”

You don’t quite see it as you are focused on what lies beyond the now opened door, but Taehyung lowers his eyes with a certain sadness in them. He clears his throat in an attempt to force down the heaviness in his chest.

“Go inside my sweetest”, he says, following you with a hand on your back.

He closes the door, engulfing you in unbreakable darkness.

“Jesus, I can’t see anything”, you murmur, widening your eyes as best as possible.

Click.

You blink.

Red lights turned on, revealing a small room to you. The walls were made out of the same brick as the corridor, the floor is the same grey concrete. There were laundry lines stretched between walls and dozens of photographs were hanging on them with the help of a laundry pin.

“Is this your photo laboratory?”

“Yes, this is my dark room. I spend many hours in here, but I want to show you something special. Come, it’s right back there.”

He leads you to a spacious working table. Taehyung stacked the photographs which finished drying on the surface, keeping them sorted in small boxes. Some he left out on the table. You remember this location. It is the park. That one park you and him walked in after your swing dance date.

“You finished the film”, you gasp, looking at his face with sparkling eyes.

Taehyung smiles proudly, “I did, I developed it last week and had planned on giving you the pictures, but then we fought so I kept them here for now.”

“I see, well do you want to show them to me now?”

“Yes, I’d love to.”

You stay close as he shows you the pictures, looking at his face every now and then because you just can’t stop looking at him. His eyes seem silver under the red light, it reminds you of deer eyes under the headlights or the eyes of cats when you shine your flashlight on them.

“Look sweetest, this is the picture you took”, he picks up a photograph.

It looks just slightly blurry.

“Oh dear, it’s ruined”, you murmur and pout.

“What? No, don’t say that”, Taehyung gasps, “it’s beautiful.”

You scoff, sending him a look, “you’re just saying this to be nice.”

“No, I really like it”, he says and gives you a quick kiss.

“Gosh, Tae. You’re making me fluster.”

You look back at the pictures. Taehyung’s pictures are all perfectly sharp. The moon and the stars, the fountain and the pathways. They appear in shades of black and red under the lights, but still manage to convey the tranquillity of the moment.

“You’re a talented photographer Tae”, you tell him, picking up one of the pictures, “it is peculiar, you remind me of someone I read about recently.”

“Vante? Yes I saw you flipped through the book, the dust was gone from its cover.”

“Yes!” you exclaim, “I get the same sense of tranquillity and melancholy from your pictures.”

Taehyung smiles boyishly.

“Oooh, okay yeah now it clicked”, you let out a breathy laugh, “I’m an idiot. You guys are the same person aren’t you?”

“Maybe?” he says, wiggling his brows at you.

“Well then my point stands even more, you are very talented”, you say and peck his lips, “I can’t believe I’m dating a photographer from the nineteen fifties”, you add.

“Hey”, he complains, pinching your sides, “I was very popular back then, people loved the mystery.”

“I’m not saying anything”, you giggle and look back at the pictures.

The pictures you took together. The one where you and him are smiling and the one where he kisses you deeply. There were two copies of each on the table. One for Taehyung and one for you. Taehyung, who had watched your face light up in fondness, touches your lower back and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Those two are my favourite pictures from the roll, you look so beautiful”, he whispers and pecks your cheek.

You lean into him and smile, “I…have to agree”, you confess, “I look so happy.”

“You see? That is what I am always telling you”, he exclaims and turns you in his arms so you would be facing you, “this is what I am allowed to look at”, he cups your cheeks, “this is how I see you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really”, he says and claims your lips in a kiss.

You sigh, running your fingers through his soft hair and getting on your tiptoes.

“Really”, he whispers between kisses, “really”, he sighs and snakes his arms around you until he can press you against his chest and feel your heartbeat against him. This is his favourite sensation.

Taehyung kisses you until he physically has to lift you to get you as close as he wants you to be. He sits you down on his worktable, breaking the kiss just to look at you. He is cradling the back of your head in his palm, holding you tightly with his other arm.

“I feel like all we do is look at your stuff and make out”, you joke.

Taehyung laughs, eyes turning into little crescent moons. He rubs his hands up and down your thighs, stepping closer.

“Forgive me, I know I keep stealing kisses from you. I just haven’t felt that happy in centuries”, Taehyung says in a light chuckle.

“Your friends don’t let you do a lot of things do they?”

His smile drops, his hands stop.

“I don’t know if it was just an empty threat of jealousy but Jimin told me at the ball that he doesn’t want me near you anymore and if I tried again he would kill me.”

“___ I-“

“I trust you Taehyung, I really do, but your friends really scare me”, you interrupt him, “and sometimes I get the feeling that they scare you too.”

Taehyung shakes his head, but his eyes seem scared.

“You just have to tell me Tae, maybe you feel like getting hurt by them is what you deserve and that telling me would mean you are admitting to your guilt. But that’s not true, I’m on your side.”

“I-I’m not scared of them”, he presses out, “please I don’t-“, he exhales shakily, turning away, “-I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Taehyung…” you reach for his hand.

“I said!” he rips his hand away, “...I don’t want to talk about it”, he whispers the next words.

“What happened Taehyung?”

He looks at you then the wall.

"I think we should leave. I just heard the front door ring", he says, turning to leave.

"Tae wait”, you jump off the table and follow him.

You reach him once outside, stepping in front of him. He stops looking at you with embarrassed eyes.

“I’m sorry, I stuck my nose into something you’re clearly not ready to tell. You don’t have to tell me, but I just want you to know that if you do want to talk someday I’m here for you.”

Taehyung exhales through his nose and sags his shoulders.

“I know. I just have so much to sort through up there”, he touches his temple, “I can’t make sense of it yet and I want to be able to at least figure out how to voice it before I speak.”

“I understand”, you step closer and nudge his chest, “we’re a team though, don’t you dare forget that.”

“Yes, we’re family”, he agrees and smiles honestly. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, “thank you ___.”

“Don’t, I’ll do it gladly”, you say.

It is not long into your meal when the first of Taehyung's roommates decides to join you.

“What’s with all that bloody ruckus?” just by the rumpling of his voice you know that Yoongi just entered the kitchen. He stops, starts sniffling vividly. His head snaps over, eyes connecting with yours.

“Wow, so you’re still alive”, he says calmly.

You watch him with big eyes. He makes his way over to the coffee machine.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, looking at Taehyung.

Taehyung dismisses you with a wave of his hand.

“Min Yoongi is still in the belief that I will eat you”, he explains, sending an annoyed glare over to Yoongi, “which is total bunkum.”

Yoongi turns around, cup of black coffee in his hand. Within a second he is by the table, sitting down on the short end. He throws his legs on the table, crossing them by his ankles.

“Kim Taehyung”, Yoongi leans back on the chair. He takes a long sip of his coffee, eyes glued to Taehyung, “you really like her don’t you?”

“And what if I do?” Taehyung throws back.

Yoongi raises his hands in defence.

“I see no problem here. A little human kindness will do you good, hell knows you needed it.”

“Oh, quit it”, Taehyung grumbles.

Yoongi grins in amusement. You take a bite of the pasta and a sip of your wine. It is weird. You don’t feel scared in Yoongi's presence anymore, just a little weary.

“I met you at the masquerade ball”, you say into the silence.

Yoongi’s eyes flit to you. He pulls his legs from the table to sit up straight.

“Yes. Obviously”, he murmurs and scoffs.

“You and him met?” Taehyung asks, looking between Yoongi and you.

“Yes, I was just trying to get Namjoon to piss off when Yoongi stepped in between.”

“You met Namjoon as well?” Taehyung gasps.

“He tried to fuck her again”, Yoongi murmurs, eyes landing on you again, “I was just trying to get a drink though, I don’t know why you think I wanted to save you.”

“I never said you wanted to save me”, you say and point at him, “those are your words not mine.”

Yoongi grinds his teeth, “whatever”, he mumbles and rolls his eyes.

So you were right. Yoongi really wanted to keep you safe. You feel Taehyung place his hand on your thigh.

“Thank you hyung”, Taehyung whispers.

Their eyes meet. Yoongi even goes so far as to lower his cup of coffee.

“You did what I failed to do. I owe you everything.”

The weight of his words rests heavy on your shoulder and as you look at their faces you realise that you are witness of a moment of deep emotional importance. Even Yoongi’s eyes, which normally are filled with nothingness, seem to soften for the briefest of moments.

“I seriously don’t understand the big deal here, I just wanted to get a drink”, he murmurs and averts his eyes to the side.

Taehyung looks to the side as well. At you to be more specific. His eyes race over your features before locking with yours. He reaches out, brushing the back of his hand over your cheek as softly as a feather. Then he smiles, with just his eyes and the corners of his lips. You understand the meaning of that smile. He was glad to have you, but most importantly he feels safe enough in Yoongi’s presence to reveal his true feelings for you.

You retort the smile, hoping that he understands the message behind it. That you are happy to be reunited with him and that you trust his judgement over Yoongi.

“So Yoongi, Taehyung told me that you only drink animal blood. Why is that?” you say and pick up some of the pasta to eat.

Yoongi's eyes flit over to you, lowering in suspicion.

“That mustn’t concern you. I have my reasons”, he spits.

You blink, stopping midbite.

“Geez”, you put the fork down, “you really like being mysterious don’t you? Cheer up Min Yoongi, I was just trying to make friendly small talk.”

Taehyung scoffs and snickers, giving the back of your head gentle pats.

“Exactly, a little human kindness would do you good”, he throws in, basking in the teasing.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and huffs out air.

“You two are impossible”, he grumbles.

You and Taehyung exchange a look, having to cackle in mischief. Yoongi looks at you and Taehyung and for the briefest of moments there was the beginning of a fond smile on his lips.

“I hear laughing”, Namjoon enters the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe, which exposes his sculpted chest to your eyes and fur slippers, “oh Miss ___ you here? Good evening, long time no see.”

You study him from head to toe, distaste lacing your features. That fucker is who you needed to see this evening.

“Hello”, you mumble.

Namjoon prepares some coffee first before he sits down at the other end of the table. He opens a book and starts reading, golden-framed glasses perched on top of his nose. You know that he is merely wearing them for the aesthetic, vampires can’t have bad eyesight, which makes the scene just all that more infuriating. He sits there, acting like he hadn’t erased your memories of your shared sexual time. This prick. Oh how you want to ram your fork into his dick.

“Have you guys eaten yet?” Namjoon asks, raising his head from the book to look between Yoongi and Taehyung.

“We haven’t” Taehyung answers him coldly, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

“Wonderful”, Namjoon smirks darkly. He snaps his fingers three times and like magic three women enter the room. Their faces are stoic, eyes unmoving as if they knew the path they had to take from memory. One stops by Namjoon's side. The other two go over to Yoongi and Taehyung, one of them each stopping by their sides.

“Uhm what the hell is going on?” you ask, stopping mid bite.

“Dinner”, Namjoon explains.

Taehyung sighs tiredly.

“Do we really have to?” he mumbles, looking at Namjoon with annoyed eyes.

“I don’t”, Yoongi says and dismisses the girl with a snap of his wrist, “scurry off girl.”

The woman nods her head and walks off in that robotic way.

“What is it, Min Yoongi? Did you not fancy her?” Namjoon asks, wrapping his fingers around the wrist of the woman by his side.

“No, I’ve been telling you for bloody centuries, I do not fancy your ridiculous offers”, Yoongi hisses.

“How terrible”, Namjoon says.

Your eyes grow big as you watch his fangs come to the light of day. He looks at you with his ruby eyes, black veins appearing on his face. He smirks, digging his fangs into the wrist of the woman afterwards. She doesn’t show any signs of discomfort, staring at nothing with cold, lifeless eyes.

“Are you insane? What are you doing?” you gasp, stomach twisting in fear.

Namjoon hums contently, breaking away from the wrist. He licks his blood covered lips, smirking devilishly.

“Relax. Camille here enjoys it, don’t you Camille?”

“Yes, sire”, she answers without emotion in her voice.

“Did you control her mind?” you gasp, anger boiling in your stomach.

“Did I control her mind?” Namjoon repeats your question and looks up at Camille, “Camille dearest, am I controlling your mind?”

“No, sire of course not”, she answers, eyes glued to nothing, “I am here out of my free will.”

“She is lying”, you spit, grabbing your knife tightly.

Namjoons eyes flit to it. He smirks in amusement.

“Camille dearest, are you lying?” he asks.

She shakes her head, “no, sire of course not.”

“And why is that?” Namjoon asks, smirk growing.

“Because you don’t like it when I do and I am a good girl.”

“Yes you are”, Namjoon says, caressing her hips, “so you see ___, Camille is just being a good girl for me.”

“You are sick”, you spit and look over to Taehyung, “Tae, this is- uhm, what the hell?”

Taehyung releases the woman's wrist and licks his lips clean. He looks at you, veins still prominent on his face.

“What? I was really hungry” he whispers, handing the woman his cotton napkin, "thank you so much", he thanks her in a shy, quiet voice.

She presses it to her wrist, bowing her head at him, "you're welcome sire", she says, leaving his side afterwards.

“I can’t believe you, are you crazy?” you gasp, feeling honest disgust.

Namjoon snaps his fingers and the two women leave the room again. You only take in half of it, too busy with sending daggers Taehyung's way.

“Relax ___, we’ve been doing this for decades now. Those girls will go home and remember nothing. They’ll just think that they scratched themselves somewhere”, Namjoon says, smirking.

You nudge Taehyung's chest rather harshly, sending him one last angry look. Taehyung gulps, pulling at the collar of his jumper nervously. It makes Yoongi chuckle in amusement.

“So you are controlling their minds?” you spit, now sending daggers Namjoon's way.

Namjoon merely snickers deeply and takes a sip of his coffee.

“I asked you a question. Are you-“, you stop talking, eyes flitting the doorway.

You just heard a very weird sound. As if something or someone was being dragged over the floor. That’s when Jimin appears in the doorframe, covered in blood from head to toe and with his silver hair in a total mess.

“I just had the loveliest of hunts and when I came home I saw him leaving our estate”, he says, dragging the corpse of the delivery guy behind him. He throws it onto the table.

“Who had the brilliant idea of ordering food? He was delicious, the perfect ending”, he says, eyes flitting to you when he hears you scream in shock.

“Don’t look darling”, Taehyung says, covering your eyes quickly and pulling you against his chest, “have you gone mad Jimin?” he barks.

“What the fuck is the human doing here?” there is so much anger in Jimin's voice, you fear he might lash at you at any second.

“I asked her to come over”, Taehyung says.

“For dessert I so hope”, Jimin spits back.

You squeeze yourself closer to Taehyung, grasping his jumper. He tightens his arms around you.

“Of course not, are you out of your bloody mind? ___ isn’t food. She never was!” Taehyung barks.

Jimin slams his fist on the table, shaking it so much your glass of wine actually falls over. It runs over the table and drips onto the floor, every drop sounds like a gunshot in your ears.

“What has gotten into you, you bloody moron?” Jimin screams, “she is human! We do not court humans! We rip them apart and drain them until they are dead!”

You whimper, twisting Taehyung's jumper.

“I am fed up with you Kim Taehyung!” Jimin yells, “your obsession with that girl is getting ridiculous! Get your act together before I skin her alive in front of you!”

“Park Jimin!” Yoongi speaks up, getting to his feet, “this is enough, if Kim Taehyung wants to court that human girl, then we let him!”

Jimin's dark eyes fall on Yoongi. He growls and bares his fangs.

“Stay out of this you animal blood sucking weakling, I won’t listen to any of your martyr bullshit!” he barks.

“Weakling?” Yoongi growls, breaking the distance between him and a fuming Jimin. He presses the other vampire against the wall opposite of the dining table, fingers grasping Jimin's neck tightly, “you are going to start behaving around here, unless you want to go underground for a long time”, he hisses, squeezing tighter.

Jimin laughs menacingly.

“You want to best me?” he throws his head back as his laughter grows, “I just killed twelve people, thirteen if we count in the delicious delivery food, I can’t be bested”, he spits, kicking at Yoongi's chest.

The latter gets thrown halfway across the room, colliding with the pillar. Bones most definitely broke. He groans and falls to the floor like a ragdoll, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Holy fucking shit”, you screech.

Taehyung presses your face into his chest, squeezing you tightly to his body.

“Don’t look. He’s fine, I promise you my sweetest. He is going to be fine”, he whispers.

“Taehyung I want to leave”, you sob quietly.

“Of course, let’s leave. Come on sweetest, let’s leave”, he assures you, keeping you pressed to his chest the entire time.

“Kim Taehyung!” Jimin screams.

Taehyung flinches, so do you.

“Did you turn it on again?” Jimin barks, closing the distance between him and Taehyung. He grabs a big bundle of Taehyung's hair and tugs his head back rather harshly, “did you fucking turn it on again?”

“Can you please let go of me?” Taehyung says calmly, hand still caressing your back to calm you down.

“Answer my question you asshole!”

You look up, lips trembling in fear. Why does Taehyung look so calm? The way Jimin is grasping his hair must hurt. Just looking at the way his fingers twist his locks makes your scalp ache like crazy.

“Of course not”, Taehyung says calmly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. Even now, even when he is so clearly in discomfort, he makes sure that you feel safe.

“Prove it. Rip her throat out”, Jimin says, eyes flitting over to you, “or do I have to do it myself? I would be happy to, she’s been alive for far too long” he spits, eyes turning blood red.

You whimper, eyes filling with tears as you draw even closer to Taehyung. He tightens his arm around you, caressing your skin in that soothing manner of his'.

You flinch, two hands just placed themselves on your shoulders. They are dragging you away from Taehyung.

"No!" you exclaim, grasping Taehyung tighter.

“Let’s walk for a little, shall we?” Namjoon says as he pulls you to your feet harshly.

“No, let go of me!” you protest, “Taehyung make him stop! Taehyung, please I don’t want to leave!”

Your hand is grasping his', your bones ache just from how tightly he holds you.

"Let go of me! You dick I don’t want to go with you!"

Namjoon puts more strength into his touches, tugging you further and further away.

"Taehyung", you press out.

"Let her go Namjoon!" Taehyung screams fruitlessly.

Your fingers slip from his hand. You are broken up.

"Taehyung help me! Taehyung please I don’t want to leave! I want to stay with you!"

Taehyung calls your name, unable to turn around and look. Jimin's grip is far too tight for moving.

“Let me go! I want to be with her!” you hear Taehyung yell.

“Shut up!” you can hear Jimin's angry yell before a loud slap echoes through the estate.

“No. Let go of me. He is hurting him! Namjoon please let go of me”, you beg, fighting in Namjoon's deadly grasp.

“Stop fighting me”, he grunts.

“No, please. Namjoon please”, you protest, tears of desperation are pooling in your eyes.

“Behave!” he spits, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“No, you fucking asshole. Let me down”, you squeal, hitting and kicking at him furiously.

“Will you stop moving around?” Namjoon hisses, squeezing your waist painfully. He will break your spine if he keeps squeezing like that.

“Ouch”, you squeak, growing limb in fear. You are shaking, flexing every single muscle in your body.

He closes the door to the sitting room behind your backs.

“I’m so dumb, I’m so bloody dumb. What did I think would happen coming here? Y’all are crazy, like holy fuck”, you stutter, eyes glassy.

“I can’t agree more, you really are a stupid girl”, Namjoon says, setting you down in his library. He closes the door behind him and locks it.

“Why are you locking the door?” you are yelling at him.

“So Jimin, the moron, doesn’t come in here and tries to rip your throat out”, he explains calmly, turning around.

He studies your face and furrows his brows.

“What’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter?” you squeak, “what a stupid question is that?! I just witnessed you guys feast on those poor women like they were nothing, then I witnessed Jimin not only dragging the corpse of my delivery guy into the kitchen, but I also throwing Yoongi across the room and killing him. And on top of that I received a very nice offer to get my throat ripped out by him!” you yell, “and you dare to ask such a stupid question?!”

“I apologize, I must admit that was a very ridiculous question”, Namjoon says, raising his hands in defence.

“And on top of that I know what you did to me, you fucked up, perverted asshole!”

Namjoon takes a step back and cocks an eyebrow up at you.

“Now that accusation I ask you to enlighten me on”, he says, touching his own chest in defence.

“You made me fuck you and then erased my memories of it! Taehyung told me what you did, I should ram a goddamn wooden stake through your chest for it!”

“I must say, that is a threat not a lot of women dared to make yet, I’m impressed, you’re a feisty one. No wonder Taehyung fancies you.”

“So you’re not denying it? You actually used me like that?”

Namjoon nods his head, “of course I did.”

You don’t hit people, violence goes against your morals, but at this moment you couldn’t stop yourself. You slap Namjoon across the face with all your might. Your hand pulsates in pain afterwards. Good, it means he is hurting too.

“You bloody asshole”, you yell, stomach twisting in disgust.

“Hot damn ___. You have one hell of a slap”, Namjoon laughs, touching the aching spot on his cheek.

“You think this is funny?” you spit, going in for a punch.

He stops you before you can, gripping your wrist tightly.

“Now, now don’t be angry at me”, he says, raising his finger, “it was all consensual.”

You laugh in disbelief, ripping your hand free from his grasp.

“If it was all consensual why did you erase my memories in the first place?” you spit, “you dick, that literally makes all the consent I gave you useless.”

“It’s more fun that way”, Namjoon states calmly.

“You are so fucked up, holy shit. Y’all are actually crazy, all of you”, you bark, basically latching yourself on Namjoon.

He is laughing the entire time you are hitting him all over.

“Aww, even your dearest Taehyungie?” he taunts.

“Don’t bring Taehyung into this!” you scream, finally landing a punch on Namjoon's face.

The latter stumbles back. His laughter had stopped now that the intensity of your punch had surprised him.

“Taehyung is better than any of you could ever dream of being! I have no idea why he hangs out with you sickos in the first place.”

Namjoon chuckles before he laughs loudly. You stop your prancing, staring at him in confusion. He is laughing again? How fucked up can a person be?

“What’s there to laugh about?”

“You are a special one, little one.”

Little one.

A shiver runs through you, as if death dragged its cold fingers down your spine and let its icy breath fan over your neck. There it is again, that metal scraping on paper, in the back of your mind it is echoing and telling you to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

“What did you just call me?” you ask, voice quivering in fear.

“You speak in riddles”, Namjoon says, blinking in confusion.

“What did you fucking call me right now?!” you scream, voice bouncing off the walls.

“I fear I’m not following you.”

“Little one. You, you, you called me little one! You- how”, you stumble, “why did you call me like that?”

“Because I wanted to”, he states calmly.

“No way”, you murmur, feeling your blood freeze in your veins, “it’s you”, you whisper.

“What are you-“, Namjoon begins only to be interrupted by you running past him.

You have no idea how you managed to unlock the door, but you did. You also have no idea why exactly you decided to take the stairs instead of running outside. But you did. You ran up the stairs and down the corridors, not looking back once. Not even when you closed the door to Taehyung's wing behind you. You just kept on running, panting and cursing every echoing step you made. Little one. Those two words are haunting you. Little one. You throw yourself against Taehyung's atelier door. Little one. The door opens. Little one. Metal scraping on paper. You stumble up the stairs to his library, falling twice in the unbearable darkness. Little one. Metal scraping on paper. Chains rattling and groaning.

“Holy shit, you stupid, naïve girl”, you choke out and then you collapse on the mattress and roll yourself into a small ball of fear.

Footsteps. Someone is running up those stairs. You sob. Please let it be Taehyung.

“My sweetest?” his voice rings in your ears.

“Taehyung”, you choke out, throwing the blanket off your face, “Taehyung”, you start sobbing the moment you lay eyes on him.

He throws himself to his knees and cups your cheeks.

“Why are you here? Why didn’t you flee?”

“I panicked”, you sob, falling into his chest, “Taehyung are you okay?”

“I can’t say.”

“What?”

“I can’t say”, he says, shaking his head, “sweetest I can’t say.”

“What happened? Taehyung what happened?”

“Nothing”, he assures you, cupping your cheeks, “darling you should have left.”

“Not without you”, you say, twisting his jumper in your fingers, “I hid here because you told me that your roommates don’t know about this room.”

Taehyung drags his thumb over your lips, eyes becoming glassy.

“You should have left”, he croaks.

“I know, but you’re here now. You’ll protect me.”

Taehyung whimpers, biting down on his lower lip.

“Yes”, he nods his head, “yes I will protect you”, he says, resting his forehead against yours.

You sob, twisting his hair in your fingers to pull him closer.

“Taehyung it was them”, you choke out, “the masked men, it was them. They hurt me and Jungkook.”

Taehyung rubs his thumb over your cheeks in desperation, grasping you tightly.

“We should leave darling. You can’t stay here any longer.”

“Where to?”

“Your apartment. Vampires can’t enter without an invitation, you should be safe there.”

You pull him closer, “please take me there.”

“I will, darling I will.”

Taehyung is seemingly on edge as you hurry through the estate. He is holding your hand tightly, entire body shaking.

“You should have left. You should have left. Oh darling, why didn’t you leave? You should have left”, he whispers repeatedly, voice quaking. It is like a mantra of regret. Was Taehyung right? Should you have really left? Fled back to your apartment and locked yourself up until Taehyung would have returned? He would have known where to look for you, after all he found you in his library as well. Maybe you really should have left, but something stopped you from it. That slap, that one slap you heard as Namjoon dragged you out of the kitchen. Jimin most definitely hurt Taehyung, you don’t even want to imagine how much he hurt him. Even Taehyung was afraid to talk about it. You were worried, yes you really were, and that is why you hid in his library instead of fleeing to your apartment. You were worried that Taehyung was too hurt to find you and so you stayed back.

“You should have left”, he croaks, stumbling over the red carpet in the entrance hall. His hands are clammy. They are never clammy, no matter how hot a room was or how much he moved. He must be scared, really scared. His panting becomes more and more the closer to the front door you and him get.

He stops before he opens the door, turning around. He cups your cheeks and tilts your head up. Why are his eyes so terribly glassy?

“Run ___”, he says, “please promise me to run as fast as you can.”

“What do you mean? Taehyung please don’t stop now, we are almost by your car”, you stress, pushing at his chest gently.

“Promise me. Please ___ you have to run”, he says, voice quaking.

“I will, come on we don’t have time for that”, you insist, looking over your shoulder.

Taehyung whimpers and presses his eyes closed.

“Please run, please”, he croaks, voice barely above a whisper.

The door opens, he pulls you outside.

“Took you long enough Kim Taehyung”, Jimin growls, staring at you with his fangs bared.

Namjoon is standing next to him, face morphed into the monster he actually is.

“Oh fuck, holy fuck”, you squeal, turning around quickly to get back inside.

Taehyung stops you, making himself big in front of you.

“Tae move, for fucks sake move”, you hiccup.

He doesn’t move, grabbing your arms.

“Tae?” you look up.

He is staring down at you with glassy eyes.

“Please run, please”, he chokes out, lower lip beginning to tremble.

“What?”

Taehyung looks away and pushes you down the stairs. No. You stumble, collapsing with Jimin's chest. He is one of them?

“Taehyung….” you whisper, not even feeling the iron grip Jimin has on your arms.

“It hurts doesn’t it? Knowing that this was all pretend”, Jimin growls, fiery breath fanning over your neck.

“No. I-I d-don’t. I don’t understand.”

Jimin pushes you away, making you stumble. You almost fell, catching yourself at the last moment. He is one of them. Taehyung is one of them. He led you into this trap. He swore to protect you and led you into this trap. Your glassy eyes land on Taehyung's. Deep growling surrounds you, it sounds hungry and dangerous. Jimin and Namjoon, ready to latch themselves on your neck.

“Why?” you choke out, lips trembling.

“Run! For fucks sake run!” Taehyung screams at you so loudly his voice echoes through the forest.

“No, nonononono”, you sob, turning around and running down the gravel path as fast as you can. This is it. Your end. You are running straight into death's arms. You know that you can’t outrun them, they are faster than you, their eyes see better in the dark, their ears would always pick up your heartbeat. You can hear Jimin and Namjoon laugh behind you. Their voices bounce off the trees like those of angles of death. Your lungs burn. Your heart is racing. You can hear the blood in your ears. This is nothing but a game to them. I fucked up game of chase and Taehyung made sure that you would be the prey. Your vision is blurry from your tears, your throat aches, you can taste blood on your tongue.

“No, please no”, you sob, stumbling and falling. Your knee aches unbearably, but you can’t stop. You must flee. Get up and run. Run until you can’t anymore. You look over your shoulders. It is so dark. This isn’t a normal darkness, not even the moon can break through it.

It is the same darkness, which followed you at the masquerade ball.

“Run little rabbit run”, Jimin sings behind you, cackling maniacally.

“No please”, you sob, increasing your steps.

Jimin laughs in answer, it bounces off the trees and drags its icy fingers over your spine.

“No, holy fuck please”, you wail, feeling close to throwing up. You can feel it on your skin. The iciness, that unbearable cold as if he is already grabbing you.

“Gosh your heart is racing so deliciously!” Jimin squeals happily, as if he was a child on a playground.

“Just stop running, little one”, Namjoon's voice comes at you from your left, “safe your energy, it is fruitless anyway”, his voice is closer than before.

You sob and speed up. Your throat aches, you can taste more blood.

“Hello there”, Jimin says, appearing next to you.

“Go away!” you squeal, stumbling to your side.

He giggles and catches you, pulling you into his arms.

“Gotcha”, he coos, rubbing his nose up and down your cheek, “you can’t run now little rabbit.”

“Let go, let go. Please let go”, you beg, shrill voice echoing in the forest.

“You’re no fun”, Jimin pouts, setting you back down again.

Now. Run. Just run. You need to run. Turn around and run.

“Oops”, Namjoon catches you as you collide with his chest, “careful you’ll hurt yourself”, he says, gripping you tightly.

“No, noonono please no”, you wail, fighting against his grip.

Jimin touches your waist with one hand, twisting the other in your hair. He tilts your head back.

“I wanted to do this for months”, he rasps, fangs growing with every spoken word.

“No please. Jimin please”, you sob, shaking your head as best as possible.

He cackles, eyes turning pitch black.

“Any last words you want to say to your lover?” he taunts, forcing you to turn your head.

Taehyung. He is just a few feet away from you, staring at the scene with big eyes.

“Help me”, you choke out.

Taehyung breaks the eye contact, turns his head away and presses his eyes closed. Your heart shatters in your chest.

“How tragic”, Jimin laughs, boring his fangs into your neck afterwards.

You can’t help but scream. This hurts like nothing else you have ever felt before. You want to beg for mercy but can’t, he has stolen your voice from you. Another sharp pain joins on the other side of your neck. Namjoon, he is almost ripping a piece of flesh out of you. Make it stop, please make it stop.

Your body grows limp. Make it stop, please anyone. Make it stop. It hurts so much.

You can’t feel your legs anymore. The feeling in your hands disappears as well. More darkness. The pain has reached your heart. Not enough blood is in your system. Your heart is trying desperately to survive.

One last time your eyes flit over to Taehyung. Maybe you are hallucinating but he is currently getting thrown against a tree. What?

Darkness. Your eyes didn’t fall close and yet you can’t see. Suddenly. The pain stops.

Your body falls to the ground immediately. You know that your head hit a stone, but you don’t feel it. More darkness. Something or someone is growling. Just for a moment then. Nothing but silence. Branches break. Then. Shuffling of feet.

“Don’t die on me”, a deep voice yells. A cold hand suddenly presses to the side of your neck, it doesn’t even hurt anymore. You can see a light. It is silver and bright, almost beautiful.

“For fucks sake woman, don’t you fucking die on me”, the voice keeps on yelling. You blink, the light disappears, but you can’t focus your eyes.

Raven hair, white glowing skin, red lips. Then you feel something press against your mouth. It is as if someone was feeding you acid, it burns your tongue. If you weren’t so exhausted you would have screamed.

“Swallow, for hell's sake you’re going to die otherwise. Swallow!” the man screams and presses whatever he is holding tighter to your mouth.

You swallow.

“That’s it, keeping drinking. You are doing great…..almost ther…..yo….h....” the voice drowns out as you are drowning in whatever he is feeding you.

Your eyes close and then darkness engulfs you.

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↳ Index [Chapter 15 - Torture]

Warnings: graphic description of torture & violence, swearing, blood & blooddrinking, vampires being out of control and very agressive, I am literally warning you this chapter is not fun or quirky this is a VERY DARK chapter, VERY DARK

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: this is once again a warning that this is a very dark chapter which contains themes which could be triggering for some, I tried to censor as much as possible, but there are still very dark themes in this chapter despite the censor! If you feel uncomfortable reading such themes I advice you skip this chapter and wait for the next chapter to come out, I promise you that this is the darkest chapter of the story and that the next chapter is going to be light again.

This is now the last warning. If you decide to continue, do so with the knowledge that you have been warned multiple times and decided to continue reading out of your own free will! The chapter will begin under the cut.

“How much did you give her?”

“Just enough, give her a minute.”

Who is talking? Why can’t you move? What’s that acidic smell?

“I don’t have a minute, I want to start.”

“I said give her a minute. Look, her eyes are moving.”

Light creeps its way through your heavy eyelids. Your toes start tingling as they gain feeling again. Where is that opera music coming from?

“Hey”, a slap across your face, you barely feel it, “wake up.”

“I said give her a minute, slapping her won’t make it wear off quicker.”

That voice. It is that dark voice of earlier. Why is he still talking? And who is grabbing your chin so painfully tight?

“Last time it worked.”

It’s that other voice, the one that joined the dark voice in the forest. Why is he shaking your head like that and why can’t you move away? You groan, wanting to push the hand away. But you can’t move. Your muscles work, but you can’t move. There is hard leather digging into your lower arms. You wiggle your legs. Leather digs into your skin there as well. This is a chair. You are sitting on a chair. No, you aren’t just sitting on it, you are bound to it, helpless and with no room to escape.

“See? She is already wiggling”, the dark voice says and soon you can feel a gloved hand on your throat, tilting your head up.

“Good, good. You’re doing amazing.”

Your eyelids flutter, more light floods them.

“She is waking up, get the instruments.”

Instruments? Your eyes snap open, panic floods your terribly heavy chest.

“Hello little one”, the dark voice greets you. A black beak mask looks back at you. You can see your own reflection in its dark, round eyes. The rim of the hat, he is wearing, is casting long shadows onto his faceless face. Holy shit where are you? Who is that? Why does he look like a dark doctor of death?

“No, no, no”, you croak out, trying to wiggle away but the restraints make it impossible for you.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, calm down little one. Calm down”, he says, holding onto your shoulders rather tenderly.

“No, please, just let me go”, you beg and only then do you notice the dark shadow moving to your left.

The shadow turns around, revealing a veiled face to you. A mask. White and golden, Venetian, covering its entire face. But what’s more concerning is the scalpel in his hand.

“No, no, no. Don’t. Please, I have money. Just take it, all of it. Please don’t”, you sob.

The dark voice laughs and looks over his shoulder to the other man, who is moving closer to you like a smooth, dangerous cat.

“She is a nice one”, he laughs, patting the crown of your head.

“Right. Funny little thing”, the white masked man agrees and hands him the scalpel, “there you go.”

“Thank you, now the curtains.”

The white masked man disappears from your vision again just as the beak masked man appears in it. He holds your chin softly, almost lovingly.

“Please, don’t”, you sob.

He brushes your tears away and shushes you.

“Hey, don’t cry. I won’t hurt you. Well, I will, but only a little bit. It’s just a little cut right there”, he says softly and brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “you won’t even feel it.”

“No”, you press your eyes shut and jerk your head away, “leave me alone, please.”

“Sssh, it’s okay”, he assures you sweetly and circles you. With a strong grip on your forehead he presses your head to his hard stomach, keeping you perfectly still.

“Why, why are you doing this?” you hiccup, clawing at the wooden chair until your nails ache.

“Oh?” he gasps in surprise and looks at his white masked accomplice, “we didn’t even tell her what our plan is. How terribly impolite of us.”

The man doesn’t say anything so the beaked masked man continues speaking.

“You see, my friend here and I are conducting a series of experiments about the human body”, he caresses your forehead, “and as a matter of fact you are our ten thousandth test subject.”

Ten thousand? Your blood freezes in your veins.

“Congratulations! This is reason to celebrate, so you see”, he leans closer so he could whisper into your ear. But all you can see is that dark beak from the corner of your eyes, “we planned something really special tonight. There will be a guest.”

He nods and the white masked man pulls a golden cord. The blood red curtains, which had covered you from most of the room, fall down. Your lungs stop working, every muscle in your body freezing in shock.

“A very special guest”, you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Jungkook is kneeling at the other end of the round room. His arms are stretched out to the side, thick iron chains keep them in place. On his ankles even thicker chains dig into his skin. He is knocked out, head tangling to the front and back barely heaving up and down in slow breaths.

“Oh god, holy fuck. You are fucking sick”, you gasp, wiggling in your chair but the man behind you presses you against his stomach again.

“Now, now. No reason to be upset little one. This isn’t going to take long and I promise you he won’t feel a thing.”

“No, fuck. Let us go”, you plead, hitting your head against the tense stomach behind you, “we didn’t do anything! Just let us go!”

He chuckles, patting your cheek tauntingly.

“Jungkook!” you scream, “Jungkook wake up! Jungkook! Wake up! Wake up! Please!”

At that the man sighs in frustration and lets go of your head.

“So noisy, it’s giving me a headache.”

You can hear his heavy boots jingle behind you, you want to turn around and look what he is up to but before you can, the white masked man is in front of you. He grabs you by your chin, keeping you perfectly still. How on earth did he get here so fast? Just half a second ago he was at the other side of the big room.

“Don’t act up. My friend here may be patient with our test subjects but I’m not, so behave”, he growls, nails digging into your skin.

“I’m sorry”, you choke out. You don’t even know why you apologized. It is like you had no control over your mind for a second. Oh no, not that feeling again. You know exactly what that means. Vampires. They are vampires.

“Good girl, now open up”, he says darkly and just like that your mouth falls open. You want to close it but your mind refuses to listen to you.

“That’s it, following so well now”, he coos, abandoning your head to caress your hair instead. Your mouth stays open, it is as if your jaw is locked.

That’s when you feel it. A thick cloth getting stuffed into your mouth, keeping your tongue in place and hurting the corners of your mouth. One tight knot at the back of your head and you can’t speak, only squeak and whimper in panic.

The gloved hands appear on your shoulders, massaging you tenderly.

“There, there little one. Now you can’t yell. You see, I lied. Well, I didn’t. I am only going to hurt you a little, but your friend over there…”, he points at Jungkook.

The white masked man grabs Jungkook by his hair and yanks his head up. Only now do you notice the metal ball gag in his mouth, the chain that is keeping it there is already cutting through the corners of his mouth. He groans almost inaudibly, eyes staying closed in exhaustion.

“Oly uck”, your voice is muffled.

“Your friend over there is going to hurt you. A lot actually. So in a way I lied, this is going to hurt”, he says, having to chuckle darkly afterwards as if what he said was amusing.

You shake your head, staring at the glistening scalpel move closer and closer to your cheek. The gloved hand grabs you again, keeping you still against his hard stomach. Closer and closer it goes until it is so close you can only see it as a blurry phenomena of impending pain. You press your eyes shut. A burning, unlike anything you have ever felt before claws its way over your cheek, making you moan in agony. It stops, only to be replaced by the warmth of blood streaming down your face and the pulsating heat where the deep cut lies.

“There you go. See? It wasn’t even that bad, as if I ripped a band aid off”, the beak masked man whispers softly and caresses your other cheek, “you’ve done so well little one.”

He grabs you by your forehead again, “now open your eyes and see for yourself.”

You do so without resistance, even if your body told you no. You’ve lost control over your mind again.

Jungkook is awake now, staring at you with blown out pupils. He is panting heavily, grunting angrily. His muscles are tensed, quivering with every move he makes.

“Look at that”, the beak masked man laughs and claps into his hands. He knows that he doesn’t need to hold your head anymore, you are far too frozen in fear to move.

Jungkook grunts and growls, biting down on the ball gag. The chains rattle and croak.

“Do it again.”

And so the white masked man waves a blood soaked tissue in front of Jungkook's nose. You don’t even question it at this point how he had gotten it so quickly. Mostly because you know the answer already and it terrifies you. Jungkook's eyes fall closed, his chest heaving up and down.

“How marvellous”, the man behind you claps into his hands, “again, longer this time.”

The other man waves the handkerchief in front of Jungkook's nose. Jungkook growls and groans, the veins in his eyes growing in size until they almost glow red.

“Wonderful, how very wonderful”, you hear the man behind you murmur. He is scribbling something into a book, you can hear the scraping of metal against paper, "again."

Jungkook grunts and groans. He becomes even more restless, starting to pull at the chains in anger when the white masked man pulls the handkerchief away again.

“How very rare he is. Blinded by hunger he is trying to fight free”, the man murmurs in a serious voice. He sounds like a doctor, as if he was simply doing a flu check-up and writing down your symptoms. It makes you sick.

Yours and Jungkook's eyes meet. His eyebrows quiver, deep grunts escaping his chest. He bites down harder, the chains dig into the corners of his mouth further. Guilt washes over his face, his eyes are begging for your forgiveness.

“Again.”

The guilt disappears immediately, replaced by feral hunger. The white masked man had pressed the handkerchief directly onto his nose, forcing him to inhale the scent of your blood without mercy. Jungkook's eyes roll into the back of his head, he moans blissfully and tugs at the chains aggressively. The white masked man keeps it pressed to Jungkook's nose until the walls are brittle in exhaustion and Jungkook’s face is covered in dark veins.

The man behind you laughs, the sound of it bounces off the walls almost deafeningly loud.

“Incredible. The test subject is covered in black veins just from intense smell stimuli. How wonderful, we never had someone like him before”, he says, sounding pleased with the results, "oh why were you hiding for so long? Oh why? Oh why?"

The white masked man lets go of Jungkook's hair and pulls the tissue away, making Jungkook cough and groan in a mixture of desperation and relief. His head bounces to the front, his shoulders starting to shake as guilty sobs rip through his body.

“Isn't he magnificent, little one?” the beak masked man asks you, rounding you to look at you with the black, lifeless eyes of his mask.

You shake your head, soiling your cheeks with your tears.

“Of course he is! A beautiful, rare species! Can’t you see how beautiful he is?” he asks, gripping Jungkook’s hair tightly and tugging his head back.

Jungkook groans in pain, fearful eyes switching between the masked shadows. He is trembling, clearly just as shaken as you are.

"And they were keeping you hidden, weren’t they? Such a remarkable boy and they kept you hidden. This is such a pity."

The beak masked man pets Jungkook's face with his gloved hands, taking little care of where he was placing his fingers.

“Aren’t you a beautiful, little thing?” the beak masked man coos as if talking to a dog, “yeah, such a beautiful boy, such a beautiful little boy.”

Jungkook growls, tugging on the chains. The fear has disappeared. He is angry, trying to fight.

“Oh? Ohohoho”, he beak masked man laughs, “and such a fighter”, he coos, petting Jungkook’s vein covered face.

The latter growls again, making the chains rattle in exhaustion.

The beak masked man lets go of his hair and steps away, making his way back to you. His hands are folded on his back as he goes, his back straightened perfectly.

“Now to phase two. Tactile stimuli”, he says calmly, claiming the spot behind you and placing his hands back on your shoulders.

Tactile stimuli? Your head rips around to stare at the beak masked man in fear. You whimper and sob, shaking your head.

“wease, wease, o”, you beg, almost choking in panic.

“Stay calm little one. Rape isn’t to our taste”, he assures you as if this would make the entire situation any better, “we just need one little cup of your blood”, he explains calmly and kneels down next to your arm. He places his hand on your inner elbow and drags the scalpel over your skin. You squeak in pain, fighting against the restraints. It feels like someone is carving a hole into your muscle. It hurts so much. The digging subsides, replaced by the warm feeling of your blood trickling down your arm. You can hear it drip into a metal cup, filling it up a little too quickly for your own taste.

“There, all done”, the beak masked man says and hands the full cup to the other man. In return he hands him clean bandages, which he uses to treat your elbow.

“So, now you won’t bleed to death”, he says with a smile in his voice and stands up again. He combs your hair out of your face gently, “you are such a good girl, little one.”

He circles you and starts massaging your shoulders again. How can his touches be so sickeningly tender and loving? It makes you sick to the stomach.

“Start with the stimuli”, he orders his colleague and you have to watch as he grips Jungkook by his hair and lets three drops of your blood trickle onto his forehead.

Jungkook closes his eyes, huffing out air as he jerks against the chains. There are no sounds leaving him or if there are, the opera music, which is still playing on a gramophone, is drowning them out.

“Mhm, this did nothing”, the man murmurs and rolls his thumbs into your shoulders slowly, “try his temples.”

And so the other man does. Four drops on each of his temples, eliciting a desperate whine from Jungkook.

“This is wonderful. Continue”, the man behind you orders and puts more pressure onto your shoulders.

Five drops directly onto Jungkook's right cheek, forcing a choked sob out of him. This is fucked up and yet you can’t look away. You really want to look away but as much as your body screams at your brain, your mind tells you no. What did they give you? Why do you have no control over your own mind? Stupid questions, you already know the answers to it.

“More, let it trickle over his nose”, the man behind you orders and presses his thumbs into your shoulders tighter.

The white masked man follows and the sound that leaves Jungkook's throat doesn’t even sound human anymore. More like an hungry, starved animal being denied of its food. The chains groan in protest, dust of stone trickles from the walls. Jungkook stands up but the man presses him down again with such strength you can hear his kneecaps crack. Jungkook doesn’t even register the pain, too caught up in the feeling of your warm blood running down his nose and the scent that comes with it.

“He is so beautiful! So beautiful!” the man laughs.

He massages your neck, rolling his thumbs into your tense muscles.

“Again, more and closer to his mouth.”

His colleague follows, letting a stream of your blood run down the side of Jungkook's face. Jungkook growls deeply, nostrils flaring. Every muscle in his body is tense, fighting against the chains. Those chains shouldn’t make such sounds, as if they are actually struggling with keeping him constrained. Those are thick, industrial chains, the kind they use to lift tons and tons of heavy metal. They shouldn’t sound that weak. Jungkook shouldn’t have such strength in him. But then. Are you still believing he shouldn’t? After everything you have witnessed until now? But Taehyung wasn't like him or Seokjin or Hoseok. They were normal, not like him. What is he? Why does he look so out of control?

“Look at how the chains are struggling. Incredible. Again, more. Let him feel how warm she is.”

Down his forehead, down the slope of his nose and over his lips until it drips down onto his chest and soaks his shirt. Jungkook groans, biting onto the metal ball gag so hard you can hear something break. Did he just break his teeth? Was it his skin ripping apart? No. No, this can’t be. He. The gag falls out of his mouth, shattered into three pieces. He bit through a metal ball, he shattered it with nothing but a clench of his jaw.

“More, I want more. Give me more, I need more”, Jungkook growls, voice hoarse and desperate. He fights against the restraints, almost jumping at the white masked man if he wouldn’t have such a tight grip around his hair.

“Brilliant!” the man behind you yells out and slaps his hands onto your shoulders, “the test subject bit through his metal ball gag. Incredible. I have to write this down!”

There it is again, that toe curling sound of metal scraping against paper.

“Seeing as the subject bit through his gag we will initiate phase three sooner than planned.”

He looks at the white masked man.

“Feed him three drops of her blood.”

He nods and turns to Jungkook, who snarls at him, baring his sharp teeth. They look so much sharper than Taehyung's did. They are massive too, sharp and massive, too massive for his mouth, dripping hot saliva. They look more like the canines of a wild animal than those of a vampire. The view makes you shiver. He snatches at the hand in which the man holds the metal cup of blood, which earns him a bone breaking slap across his face. His jaw is dislocated, his cheek bone shattered and yet Jungkook doesn’t even notice it. One snap of his jaw and everything is back into place again.

“Test subject shows remarkably quick healing when hungry”, the white masked man shouts over his shoulders, making the man behind you laugh.

“Wonderful, wonderful. Oh how wonderful.”

The white masked man grabs Jungkook by his jaw and forces his mouth to fall open. He whimpers, twisting the metal chains until his wrists bleed. Jungkook's eyes fall onto you, filling with gut wrenching guilt again.

“Sorry”, he chokes out and then the first drop of your blood falls onto his tongue. Jungkook screams up, head falling back to the point it looks painful and chest heaving up as he inhales and never exhales. You know that he basking in the way your blood feels running down his throat. Another drop right onto the back of his throat. Jungkook moans and gargles, body spasming in ecstasy. The chains rattle. The walls croak. More stone falls to the floor.

“Last drop.”

Right on top of his upper lip. Jungkook licks it off with a drugged-up moan. He laughs as if the high of his blood rush has finally hit him.

The beak masked man touches your shoulders again and leans down.

“Do you see that little one? This is how powerful you are, your blood it is like a drug to us”, he nuzzles his beak against your cheek, “I am so incredibly proud of you little one, we are making history here”, he rasps, wrapping his arms around you to hug you to his body. There is so much tenderness in his arms, it makes you bite down on your gag until your teeth ache.

“I told you tonight will be special, oh little one you’re making this so special.”

The beak masked man inhales and sighs in content. He gives your body one last squeeze and then straightens up to massage your shoulders again.

“Aren’t you curious about the last and final phase, little one?” he says and shakes you gently.

You whimper and shake your head, pressing your eyes closed.

"Why not? Come now! It has only begun to be interesting."

You shake your head again and squeeze your eyes shut tighter. You don’t want to look anymore.

“Open your eyes”, the white masked man barks and just like that your eyes are ripped open. You are unable to look away, to flutter your eyelashes or even blink. You lost control over your mind again.

“Perfect, now let us see how he reacts when his food is getting taken away from him”, the man behind you says and combs his fingers through your hair.

The white masked man abandons Jungkook and moves behind you, next to the beak masked man.

Jungkook's head snaps to the front. Under his eyes black veins have appeared, contradicting the bloodshot nature of his eyeballs. His mouth has gotten wider too, showing you a row of razor sharp fangs.

“Give me more”, he growls, voice so not at all like Jungkook, “I want more! More!” he yells, fighting against his constraints. He stands up, wanting to run to you only to fall to the floor again. His nose cushions the fall and as he raises his head you are met with his shattered bone and blood streaming out of his nostrils.

You sob, wanting to look away, but the beak masked man keeps your head on him with a hand around your throat.

“Look, little one. Look how he is healing in an instant.”

His nose looks normal again, as if it hadn’t been broken five seconds ago. You whimper, wanting to close your eyes so badly but your mind refuses to communicate. The beak masked man leans down, hand around your throat closing slightly.

“You are part of a scientific breakthrough, little one”, he whispers, “this is what happens when a Ripper denies himself of the pleasures of a beautiful woman for decades”, he rasps into your ear, “uncontrollable hunger for blood. Insatiable, feral and so, so beautiful. Right? Isn’t it beautiful to look at?”

You shake your head and whimper.

“No?” the fingers around your throat tighten, “one day you will get it, I promise you.”

“I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” Jungkook roars, “you’re mine!”

Jungkook stands up again, kicking at the shackles around his feet until the first one shatters.

“You’re mine!”, he growls, eyes meeting yours, guilt flashes up, “I’m sorry…argh fuck! I wanna fucking rip you apart!” he screams in raw anger and then his leg begins kicking at the other as if he had no control over his own limbs. They fall off as if they were made out of the weakest of yarns.

“I’ll kill you!” he snarls with his voice distorted in madness and his eyes ripped open so widely they seem inhuman.

You shake your head, pressing your eyes shut when you see Jungkook run up to you. Groans, the rattling of chains then a painful whimper.

“Look.”

You open your eyes, connecting them with Jungkook's. He is nothing but six feet away from you, struggling against the chains with everything he got. He seems to be fighting another fight on top of that. A fight with himself.

“I’m gonna kill you!” he screams at you angrily then sobs, “please forgive me, please I don’t want to do this”, he squeaks and sobs, guilty eyes focused on your face. A twitch of his body, instant anger in his eyes, “you bitch, I’m gonna rip you apart!” he roars and shudders, “I’m so sorry”, he sobs quietly, fangs forcing their way out of his gums again, “you bitch – ah – s-sorry, fuck, sor-“, he presses his eyes shut and growls, fighting against the chains again.

“Look at him struggle. I bet if he wasn’t that weak in his arm he would have already broken free”, the beak masked man leans down again, resting his chin on your shoulder, “that is what I always tell my creations. Your limbs may grow back, but they will never gain the strength the rest of your new body will have”, he drags his fingers up your arm, “a weak human arm on a body evolutionary so advanced”, he chuckles darkly, “it almost feels like mockery.”

“I’m gonna kill all of you! Don’t touch her! You fuckers are dead! You fuckers are fucking dead!” Jungkook screams in blind rage and hisses, baring his fangs as he throws his entire body against the strain of the chains again. The hooks on the wall give up, ripping away as his left arm swings to the front.

“Fuck, no”, he stares at his free arm, “___ please forgive me”, he chokes out, having to growl in mad hunger afterwards, “I’ll kill you! I’ll rip you apart until there is nothing left! Come here! Fucking come here!”, he convulses in on himself and grunts, “I’m so sorry”, he sobs, pain filled eyes staring back at you through both your tears.

You sob, throat constricting, shaking your head as if you wanted to tell him that this wasn’t his fault.

“Amazing!” the man yells and steps away from you, “he freed himself! That is what I was talking about! A body evolutionary so advanced it ripped through industrial chains. This subject is marvellous! Let’s see how long his human arm can hold him back.”

There comes that metal scraping on paper again, but you don’t really register it, Jungkook jumping at you takes all your attention. You squeeze your eyes shut, readying yourself for your death. But it doesn’t come. Deep growling rings in your ears and Jungkook's hot breath fans over your face instead. You open your eyes. He is mere inches away from your face, panting and sobbing at the same time all whilst snapping at you with his teeth. He has his strong arm behind his back, struggling against the chains with his other arm.

“I’m sorry”, he whimpers, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his fangs bore their way to the light again, “urgh, you’re dead, ah, sorry, ah, I’m gonna kill you, ah”, he groans, “s-sorry.”

That’s when you hear it, cracking so loudly even the two men behind you gasp in surprise. Jungkook screams up in agony, sobbing as he pulls his other arm free.

“Look, the subject broke his own thumb to escape the shackles.”

“Marvellous.”

The cackling that follows makes your skin crawl, but not as much as the feeling of Jungkook's fingers closing around your throat does. You sob and fall limp on the chair. If this is how you are going to die at least you will try not to give those sick bastards behind you a reaction. That metal scraping on paper is going to haunt you even in your grave. They won’t get anything from you.

Jungkook presses his lips against your jawline and moans. You can already feel his sharp fangs drag over your skin, when he suddenly sobs and breaks away again. He presses his eyes shut, furrowing his brows and reaching for the gag in your mouth. He rips it away, sobbing in the process.

“I’m sorry – urgh I’m gonna kill you, you bitch! – urgh no – I’m sorry. I, I can’t hold it for long anymore”, he presses out, fingers on your throat closing again.

“I know, it’s not your fault”, you choke out.

Jungkook growls, baring his fangs as the black veins on his face appear again.

“This, urgh fuck”, his back heaves up and down in deep breaths, “this is-“, he tries to step back but his feral urges draw him even closer, “-this is going to hurt. I’m, I’m-“, your eyes meet, “-I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

“I forgive you”, you sob, forcing a smile to your face, “Jungkook”, you whisper his name and as if this was all he needed to hear the veins on his face disappear.

Jungkook groans, lets go of your face and stumbles back.

“What is he doing?” the voice, which you know belongs to the white masked man, asks.

“Marvellous”, the dark voice answers, totally amazed, “such strength of will. I have never seen it before.”

That scraping of metal on paper again.

“___ I’m sorry”, Jungkook forces out and then he reaches behind his own back to punch it repeatedly. He wails in agony and a moment later the sounds of bone cracking bounces off the walls. Jungkook falls to the floor like a limp ragdoll, eyes going out of focus as choked whimpers and quick pants escape his agape mouth.

“Jungkook! No! Jungkook”, you are screeching and wailing in shock, staring at his limp body.

“This is marvellous! Would you look at that!” the beak masked man yells in excitement and runs to Jungkook's limp body. He kneels down behind him, inspecting the hand that is still buried in his back. He nudges it with the metal feather first, making Jungkook's eyes grow in size at the pain. He whimpers, but can’t move away. He is paralyzed.

“Oh this is beautiful”, the beak masked man says and continues poking Jungkook's hand as if this doesn’t make Jungkook sob in misery, “this is so beautiful”, he squeaks in excitement and rips Jungkook’s hand free to inspect the content of it, “this is so beautiful!” he exclaims and laughs.

“I want to look! I want to look!” the white masked man squeaks, “oh so pretty! So pretty!” he exclaims and giggles, it is filled with innocent amusement as if he just watched a funny movie on TV.

“You monsters! Leave him alone! You fucking monsters”, you sob and wail, fighting the ropes which cruelly hold you down. You know that this is a fruitless fight, you aren’t even close to how strong Jungkook is. You will never be able to free yourself.

“Given his current nature of distraught I give him twenty minutes to heal completely”, the beak masked man says and gives Jungkook a tender pat to his shoulder. He stands up and wipes his hand on his black coat, “let’s clean up that mess and give her double the dose. I don’t like it when they scream.”

“I’ll get the mop”, the white masked man says and struts to the door. You can hear the lock turn, a door open and a second later falling closed again.

“You are sick”, you gag, sobbing and choking, “why are you doing this?”

“Why?” he growls, “because I can! You were never supposed to live as long as you did! Vampires and humans are not supposed to live in harmony! Let alone fall in love! We are the superior race!”

“No! You are fucked up! You dead, ugly monsters!”

He slaps you across the face so harshly you feel your eye bruise in an instant. Your vision becomes blurry and dark on it, tears run down your cheek at the pain. They are hot, oh so hot.

“You’ve become too confident, haven’t you? Did he do that to you? Did he give you the belief that we were safe creatures?”

Your head snaps up. Who is he talking about?

“Look at him!” he screams and points at a crying Jungkook, “this is who we are! Superior predators who will rip your weak, little human body apart and then use your bones as toothpicks!”

“Keep Jungkook out of this! You sick fuck, this is all on you!”

He laughs and flicks his finger against something you know to be a syringe.

“Quiet. You would never get it. We are creating the grandest of scientific research in history. Centuries of study”, he grabs you by your chin and forces you to look into the eyes of his mask, “I am the greatest mind which has ever lived. Mondino de Luzzi, Andreas Vesaulius even Leonardo da Vinci, they all would have been nothing without my help. I will go down in history as a legend, I am the reason modern medicine even exists!” he yells, squeezing your jaw until it aches, “and I won’t let a mere common girl call me sick.”

“You are sick. This is nothing but a sadistic psycho playing games”, you spit, pressing your eyes shut at the pain.

He shakes your head, “this is science little one!” he yells and forces a needle so harshly into your carotid it makes your toes curl in pain.

“No!” you gasp fighting a fruitless fight. By your feet Jungkook squeaks, having to watch as you struggle against the drugs. He can’t even save you now, not with his spine broken. He sobs and closes his eyes.

“Sorry…”

The door falling out of its hinges is the last thing you hear. A veiled shadow kicking at the beak masked man's chest is the last thing you consciously see and then the drugs finally reach your brain.

Darkness.

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