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He Sings In The Morning

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part one !!

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Taehyung was sitting on Hoseoks bed, trying to patiently wait as the older male continued to try and perfect his costume. He finally came out of the bathroom after almost 2 hours wearing all black and a headband. “What are you, a rat?” Taehyung asked, not quite sure what he was supposed to be.

Hoseok sighed and said, “I'm a mouse,” He pointed up at his ears, “Duh.”

“Oh. Well whatever, you took so long that we're late for the party now.” Taehyung deadpanned, scrolling through his phone.

“What seriously?! Why didn't you tell me?!” Hoseok scrambled to grab everything he needed, including car keys and wallet just in case. Taehyung just let himself get pulled along, not really seeming very interested, since he didn't even want to go, and Hoseok was just dragging him along.

They got into the car and drove up to the party a few miles away. The music was blasting and you could hear it even inside the car with all the windows up. Taehyung rolled his eyes and got out of the car with Hoseok following close behind.

They both entered the house and it looked as though the party truly was in full swing and they were nearing the “best part of the night” for those who actually go to parties. Hoseok ran off somewhere when he spotted his cousin, leaving Taehyung to navigate the party alone. He didn't mind it much, he just wished Hoseok wasn't such an airhead and realized that there are other people living in the world.

Taehyung knew he wouldn't last through this party without a drink so he went into the kitchen because that's usually where all the alcohol is in movies. Taehyung didn't know much about parties because he was kind of a loner. Hoseok and a few others were his only friends. But he liked it that way, better friends over more friends any day. Hoseok was his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and Taehyung liked it that way. He didn't really need anybody else.

He got a drink after being asked the ridiculous questions about what he wanted to drink as if he was at a legit bar. he didn't know what to ask for so he just asked for whatever would be best for the party. The girl that was making the drinks smirked and grabbed bunch of things that Taehyung could barely read what they were. She handed him a pink drink in a plastic cup, apologizing for not being able to put it in a glass.

Taehyung muttered a small thanks and walked away. Before he took a sip of his drink, and it smelled like straight vodka. But he got a hint of cranberry juice and realized he'd just been served a really strong cosmopolitan. “Jesus, what am I a fucking girl?” He said to himself, tempted to throw the drink out, but decided against it as he saw Hoseok flirting with some boy who probably was way older than him. Hoseok caught sight of Taehyung and shouted for him to come over.

He seemed to have met an oddly pale older boy dressed as a vampire. He seemed to have really natural looking makeup on, but when Taehyung got closer he realized that the boy wasn't wearing any makeup at all. Taehyung tried not to be weirded out by this and instead tried to make small talk.

“Enjoying yourself?” Taehyung asked monotonously, though trying his hardest not to sound like he wasn't interested. Truly this boy looked like he didn't want to be here either.

“Not hardly.” The older male replied.

“Me too. I'm Taehyung, by the way.” He outstretched his hand for the older boy to shake, and he did.

“I'm Yoongi. Nice to meet you.” Yoongi seemed to be a little too formal for Taehyung, which was odd only because of their surroundings. They were at a college Halloween party, but Yoongi seemed to be the only one here with a serious costume. He looked like a true vampire, fangs, cape, the whole nine yards.

“I really don't want to be here, but my best friend brought me so I had to come.”

“My apologies that you're not enjoying yourself. Perhaps we could go somewhere together?” Taehyung pondered this for a minute or so, and then finally glanced over at Hoseok, who was dancing with some random drunk dude. He knew either way he'd be left behind when Hoseok forgot about him and decided to run off with some guy.

“Sure. Wherever is fine as long as it's not here.” Yoongi reached for Taehyungs hand and Taehyung let him intertwine their fingers together. Yoongis hands were cold; really cold. Taehuyng didn’t want to ask why his hands were so cold, so he kept his mouth shut. They walked out, hand in hand, and in minutes the house was just a spec in the horizon. Yoongi led Taehyung, what seemed to be, miles away from the house, and away from Hoseok.

Eventually, they came what looked to be a forest, but it seemed very out of place, as it was right next to an apartment complex. But Taehyung wasn’t quite complaining, even if he was slightly afraid of Yoongi, as he’d seen too many crime shows and knew that forests were where you dumped dead bodies.

The came upon a very dark looking stone with a skull imprinted on it, and Taehyung was starting to get pretty freaked out. Just who was this dude? He was super creepy, that’s for sure. Yoongi mumbled some words that didn’t sound like English, but then the stone moved open like a door and and Yoongi led Taehyung inside. Taehyung was sufficiently frightened enough to go home now, but once they got inside, he wasn’t all that scared anymore.

It looked like a little underground cottage. It was kinda cute if Taehyung had to admit. “Is this where you live?” Taehyung asked, letting go of Yoongis hand and walking around to view everything Yoongi had inside of what Taehyung assumed to be his “house’’.

“This is in fact where I live. Do you like it?” Yoongi smiled as Taehyung walked all around Yoongis absolutely fascinating home. He didn’t quite know what it was about this place, but he really seemed to like it. Maybe it was that smell in the air… What was that smell? It was nothing like Taehyung had ever smelled before. He wasn’t sure what to call it or what to compare it to.

What was it about that smell that made him so light-headed? What even was in that fragrance? “What… Is… This..?” Taehyung then suddenly passed out from the scent looming through the air, while Yoongi remained completely unaffected by the scent, as he made it himself in the basement where he made potions and other concoctions. As a vampire, he was quite adept at brewing potions, despite many people thinking that potion-making was only for witches and wizards.

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Taehyung awoke in a red and black room,and not recognizing his surroundings, he began to panic. He shot up, and despite getting a headache from sitting up too fast, he didn’t care because he didn’t know where he was and that was a big problem. He began to scramble around the room, looking for clues as to where he was, but he couldn’t find anything. He tried to think about where he was last night, but his memory was so fogged, he couldn’t even remember who he left with. Did he really have that much to drink? He swore he only had 1 drink, and he didn’t even finish half of it.

Then, a voice came from behind the door to the room Taehyung was in, and it sounded so familiar. “If you keep making a ruckus, I won’t allow you to come out.” Who was it that had that voice? Who was it that he knew?

Then it hit him, and all his memories came flooding back in a flash. It gave him an even worse migraine. Hoseok, the party, Yoongi, the creepy door leading into Yoongis house in the forest. Everything. It made him fall backwards and onto his bottom. The owner of the voice who he now recognized as Yoongi asked if he was alright. When Taehyung responded, he opened the door as slowly as he could.

“”You!” Taehyung shouted. “What did you do to me?!”

“Quit your incessant shouting, I only changed your clothes!” Yoongi looked very irritated with Taehyung but the younger boy didn’t care. He was furious and didn’t believe Yoongi one bit. He looked down at his outfit and suddenly he looked exactly like Yoongi did; clad in black leather and a cape.

“Why am I dressed like you?!” Taehyung was so livid he wanted to just rip off the clothes he was in.

“Because you’re mine now.” He pointed to his own neck and smirked. Taehyung mirrored this action and felt two small holes in his neck, and his eyes went wide and he suddenly knew why he was so naturally pale, why he lived underground, why he knew how to make potions and turn them into aromas to knock people out.

“You… How could you..?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” Yoongi replied, placing his lips on Taehyungs. The younger male had no idea what to do and didn’t want to get knocked out again, so he kissed back. Yoongi smiled into the kiss and Taehyung tried his best to smile as well, but it came out as more of a grimace than anything even close to a smile. Yoongi pulled away and Taehyung tried his best to make his “smile” a little more believable. Yoongi smiled again and pecked his lips, so that was a good sign, saying that it had worked.

“Since you’re human, well, for a while anyway, you can go outside during the day, but you’ll get hotter easier and sweat more, so I’d suggest you stay here as often as you can. However, I will allow you to go out until you finally turn.”

“T- turn?! You bit me?!”

“I thought we already established this. I bit you to the point where you’d become a vampire and spend the rest of your days with me.”

“Why… Why would you do this to me..?”

“Because you’re the one, Taehyung.” The younger boy was taken aback by this statement, but tried to act as though he was okay with this. He knew he wouldn’t have any other choice anyway so there was no point in defying Yoongi at this point in time. And even if he wanted to, who would believe him? Hoseok surely wouldn’t believe him, even if he saw the bite marks.

He sighed and said, “How many days do I have?”

“At the very least a week. However it’s different for everyone. It could even take a month. I’d say be back here in at most 72 hours.”

“Okay…” Taehyung didn’t know how he could fix this, but he knew even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. It wasn’t like there was a potion to cure vampirism. And even if there was, there was no way Yoongi would give it to him, let alone even confirm there was a potion to cure it. “I’ll… Be back…” Taehyung tried to not let the tears pooling in his eyes fall, but he couldn’t help it. As he was leaving, where Yoongi couldn’t see his face, he let them fall, because this was probably the last time he’d be able to cry without Yoongi breathing down his neck.

Taehyung tried his best to find his way home, eventually getting to a main street and walking home. Truly, Yoongis cave wasn’t that far from Taehyung and Hoseoks shared apartment. He walked into the apartment, and hoped to God that Hoseok wasn’t there. Miraculously, he wasn't. Taehyung went straight to the bathroom to put bandaids on his neck, in hopes that it wouldn’t draw so much attention to the bite marks. He could always just say that they were pimples and be done with it.

Taehyung wondered how he’d get everything he cared about over to Yoongis, unsure of how much his few backpacks could carry. He had a suitcase as well, but he didn’t know if that would really help him at all. He did his best to get everything out, making it seem like he’d never even been there.

He took a suitcase and a backpack of his favorite outfits and filled the rest of his backpacks with books and all the empty journals he’d recently purchased, along with every single pen and pencil he owned. He wanted everything that would be important to him while living with Yoongi. Maybe he could start writing letters to nobody, asking them to please rescue him from Yoongi. He knew there was no point wasting paper like that, though, especially if he was going to spend the rest of eternity alive and with Yoongi.

He grabbed all of his practically all the way full bags, and went to leave his room. He stopped in the doorway to look back at his room. It was a skeleton of what it used to be, a ghost even. Hardly anything was in there except his computer and a few other items he didn’t care about. But all the photos of him and Hoseok since high school were in his suitcase. He couldn’t leave without them. He could live without them, without the memory that he was once human and had a wonderful life ahead of him.

He sighed as he began to cry again, and turned back towards the hallway, and walked out of the apartment, leaving his key on the counter.