#tempted to do like. pinups of him lol

[blazing-spectre]

Assignments are draining all my energy I have saved for drawing hot fat gay sex it’s actually tragic

[tae-pollux]

House of Cards: Sacrificial Lamb 5

{Chapter Five}

Pairing: Reader x OT7 Rating: M Description: BTS Vampire/Demon AU a/n:Posting this one as is, because I’m too tired to go through and fix the spacing and any mistakes rn. Will fix it later lol

Distant, muddled voices echoed in the far reaches of your floating mind. The darkness was most comforting after everything that's happened so far. If only a temporary.

As your mind and ears came back into focus, first you took stock of your condition.

The itching stopped.

The feeling of writhing legs stopped.

It all stopped.

The next thing you focused on? The whispering voices surrounding your limp form, sounding a wide range of emotions.

“V! Pay attention!” Someone hissed. “If you can't get a handle on this-”

“That's enough. I think he knows already.” Another one said from much closer.

With a click of his tongue, the first voice's owner walked closer. “I'm going to clean her up before anymore of us loses it.”

“Yeah, good plan. JK was hard enough to get out of here. Kid's like a bull.” The second voice's owner chuckled.

You were lifted from the floor and tucked against someone's chest. Their warmth and softly sweet scent making it tempting to sleep. But as they carried you through the house of horrors, you knew the charade had to end.

Opening your eyes, you stared up at the hard-set jawline of Jimin as he sternly looked ahead, his eyes skewed and brows drawn. He must have felt your stare, because he looked down in surprise before putting on a soft smile. Though that frown line never fully disappeared.

“Didn't expect you to come to so quickly.”

In too much shock over recent events, you just dropped your eyes to your pale skin, examining every cut and scratch for anymore spiders until you were set down on the oasis in the kitchen.

“So you met V.” The words more of a statement as the blonde walked about the abundantly clean room.

Weird the kitchen of all places would be so clean. Apart from being where they seem to take their dirty work, they don't even use it, do they? You wondered absently, examining the black marbled flooring and Prussia-blue cabinets, topped with a birch wood counter-top. The area was very classy for a lodge out in the woods.

When Jimin entered your field of vision again, he had a wet cloth in hand and first aid kit.

“He's uncontrollable, so unless you want to die faster, you should just feed him when necessary and leave him to himself.” He began treating the deeper wounds, but paused. Seeming to think before saying, “Probably Jungkook too, actually.” Then he went about treating your old and new wounds.

You blinked. Not even raising your head. You barely heard a word he spoke. You just couldn't stop seeing the spiders. They were everywhere and now they were even in your mind. You didn't understand.

In fact, you didn't understand any of this.

You were abducted by blood sucking vampires.

Real vampires..

Vampires are real?!

Your eyes widened, tremors taking over your body.

They fed from you. Planned to feed from you until they were done with you. Then they would kill you. One almost killed you just now in the attic.  With an illusion.

Jimin noticed the change in you right away and groaned with exasperation. “You're going to make me do it again, aren't you?”

Not understanding his question, you didn't bother to answer, figuring it was rhetorical anyway.

With another sigh, he cupped your tender cheek, making you wonder if it were slapped.

Brushing his thumb against your skin, he didn't stop there. Letting his hand slide further back into your hair to brush his fingers through it as he leaned in. Whispering into your opposite ear, “Shh~ It's ok princess.” He rocked your body side to side. “It was a nightmare. It's all a nightmare. I'm here to comfort you now, don't worry.” His lips tickled your ear, pulsating waves of calmness and warm fuzzy relaxation running through your limbs and fingertips. Your lids becoming heavy.

By the time he pulled away, you felt like you were wrapped up in a cozy blanket. The drug induced calmness fogging your mind.

“Jimin?” You mumbled, not quite sure if you managed to actually speak or if it was just in your head.

“Yes, beautiful?” He breathed. He sounded exhausted.

“What did you do to me?”

He chuckled, patting your head. A smirk playing on his soft features.

“Why, I used my magic on you princess.” He laughed again. “A spell to help you feel better.”

“You're not a witch though. You're a vampire.” Your words were slurred, sounding like you just walked out of a bad frat party.

His beautiful smile fell, his brows knitting together for just a moment before he turned stone faced.

“You don't have to worry about it. Let's get you put away now.” He murmured, like you were a toy that got abused and left out. “Namjoon decided, you will stay with Yoongi.” Jimin explained, picking your drugged, limp body up once again. “But if you ever feel lonely, you can join me in my room.” His voice was teasing, a glint in his eye. But something in the back of your mind told you that it would be better if you stayed far away from there.

You wanted to argue.

Hell, you wanted to say anything.

But at the moment, every muscle in your body was tingling and you were just.. too damn tired to speak or protest as you were carried through the house.

As you felt a soft and cozy surface press against your back, you curled onto your side, opening your eyes to find yourself in Yoongi's- or, Suga's room.

You were surprised, to say the least.

Looking about the weirdly modern room, you muttered “No pinups or old artsy stuff?”

Jimin laughed at your comment, “Yoongi likes to keep up to date. Don't touch his equipment though. He will get mad.” With that, he was out the door, closing it behind him with a final click.

Whatever Jimin did to you was better than any sleeping pill and as much as you would have liked to snoop around or try to escape again, you could barely even lift your head.

Your eyes fluttered closed as your mind spun. Everything felt warm and soft. Like you were floating, just about to fall asleep when a twinge of something went off in your head.

Is.. The mattress dipped?

Sleepily opening your eyes, it took you a couple seconds to realize you were looking into a pair of brown ones.

Somehow, through the fogginess, panic's cold grip managed to find you as you leapt back with a yelp. Falling in a tumble onto the floor.

You peaked up at the laughing deviant with a frown, ready to snap at them until you fully took in who it was.

“V.”

Swallowing hard, you watched as his hearty laugh quickly faded into a pout as he sat up, feet together and hands in his lap like a guilty child.

“I'm sorry.” His heavy voice murmured. “I didn't want to hurt you. Or scare you.”

Hesitantly, you lifted your shaking form back onto the bed, settling as far away from him as you could. You waited to get your fear under control before speaking, so as not to give yourself away.

“Then why did you do it?”

His brown eyes shifted to the side, his head ducking down. “I don't know. You scared me.”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

Releasing the bitterest scoff, you looked away to search for calm before resting your angry stare back on the pouting blonde.

“Are you serious? I scared you? You're joking.”

But he just shifted nervously, still not meeting your eye.

Sputtering, you glanced about the room, looking for an ounce of sanity to be found anywhere. Everything that has happened to you over the last couple of days making your head spin.

“Taehyung.” His baritone voice cut in, stopping your racing mind.

“What?” You frowned.

“My name is Taehyung. Not V.”

Finally his eyes found their way back to yours. They were clearer than the first time you seen them. Lucid.

“Um.. ok, Taehyung? Why not V?” But he just shrugged in answer. Trying again, you thought of a different question.

“Why do they call you V?”

This time, his tilted his head cutely, his eyes looking to the ceiling thoughtfully as his lips pursed. “Mmm.. Because I'm their victory?” His attention turned back to you with a wide rectangular grin, his eyes almost turning a full upside down U.

A giggle escaped your chest, turning into a full blown laugh.

It was the first laugh you have had in weeks, since your life first began crumbling.

Tears streamed down your face as you chortled, your mind cracking as everything piled up, crushing you in despair. In fear. In memories.. Jimin's spell completely wearing off, leaving you open and bare to this new onslaught of emotions that you were spilling in front of this- this- being staring at you like you grew two heads.

Confused, Taehyung's smile disappeared as he watched you slowly decline into whatever mess you became, pulling you into his lap without saying a word. Hugging you tight and pressing your face against his chest.

You truly felt you had gone insane as your laughs became painful sobs.

His big hand pet your hair as you both sat there for a long time.

You couldn't stop.

You wanted to, but all you could do was sit helplessly as your brain did a complete playback of every horrible moment leading up to this one.

From the insecure parts of your relationship, where you would get jealous at every passing waitress who looked like an instagram model that your boyfriend would ogle, making you feel low. Comparing yourself to every woman he flirted with because you couldn't compare. You always felt he deserved more in college when you first started dating, but it became more apparent as he grew into a very attractive man, and you stayed.. well.. you. These feelings declining your once, comfortable and happy relationship.

Then to the day you found him in bed with another woman. The cold way he looked at you, while the woman actually appeared guilty. She had left you two alone as you cursed and screamed, giving you no witnesses or defense to the attack. His words echoing through your mind as you remembered that day. “Don't you dare fucking walk away from me!”

Now, after you were finally free, having escaped that nightmare and ended up staying with a friend. Now you found yourself abducted by monsters that don't exist, not knowing when or how you were going to die based on their whims.

And here you are, crying like a baby in one of those creature's arms. The arms of the same one that probably broke your mind with his spider voodoo.

I am insane..

You hadn't realized Taehyung started singing and rocking you until you began to calm down, your tears beginning to run out as you sniffled. Your face pressed against his left peck, soaking the white button-down.

The song he was singing was low and beautiful. Sad.

It hit you like a ton of bricks when you realized it was Adele's “Someone Like You.”

You couldn't help but smile, fighting back a giggle over the choice of song.

Evil vampires like Adele? You wondered.

As he got into the song, reaching the chorus, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by his beautiful voice. The soft, vulnerable nuances as he sang making your heart ache. His chest vibrating against your cheek with the bass of his voice.

Once his song ended, the room was dead silent. Only his breathing and his heartbeat audible to you.

You didn't think Vampires needed to breathe. Or had heartbeats. But you didn't mind in this case, since it was calming you down.

After some more time passed, you gently pulled back and looked up at his soft features as he looked back at you.

His brown eyes focused on your face, bouncing around like he was searching for any hint of what you were thinking. From this close, you could take in how he actually looked. In the attic, he was a lot scarier with pale eyes, skin, and hair. But now, in a normally lit room, you could see he wasn't actually pale, but had a rich caramel skin tone, and when light shone on his skin, it was like a gloss, making his skin look fairer and the shadows of his face that much darker.

He had freckles and beauty marks too which helped to ease the unsettling perfection. The one on his nose particularly adorable.

There was a freckle on his bottom lip too, which you've never seen before, but of course it drew attention to the fact his lips were full and plump. A pretty shade of natural pink that almost looked like he wore lip gloss.

A pink tongue quickly made it's appearance, darting out to wet his lips before disappearing again, his lips turning up into a smirk as your eyes snapped back to his.

He realized you were staring at his lips.

His serious expression gone and forgotten, his new one was mischievous and playful. Teasing. You couldn't help but laugh out of embarrassment.

“You sing better than Adele.”

“Do I?” His brows went sky high.

“Of course! I wouldn't mind falling asleep to your voice.” As the words were out of your mouth, you could already see the glint in his playful eyes, making you instantly regret your words. Biting your lip, you wanted to kick yourself.

“Oh? Does this mean you want to sleep with me?” His arms tugged you closer and he pulled you with him into a laying position, with you tucked firmly against his side, your leg over his hips.

Your face turned bright red as you squirmed, instantly awkward.

“I-I meant that you should r-record your singing s-sometime!” Stammering, you tried to move away from him, but he had you locked where he wanted you.

A deep throaty, hiccuping laugh erupted from him as he held you to him.

“Cuuuute!~” He swooned.

Pouting that you couldn't escape, you gave up before joining in his laughter.

He began to rub your arm, making you flinch as his hand brushed over one of the bite wounds.

His laughter died as fast as it started, and as you looked up at his once cheeky face, it was now completely solemn. Like a shift in personality.

Picking at the bandaging absentmindedly, he turned his head to the side. Which you were quickly figuring out was his habit when he thinks.

“Why did they treat you like this?” He muttered silently, more so asking himself. So you shrugged, not sure what to say to that.

Not like you knew either.

Sitting up, he moved you off of him. You thought he was about to leave, but instead he shocked you when his thick thighs were placed on either side of you, his ass making itself at home on your hips.

You thought he was back to playing at first until you looked up, questioningly at his face.

He was completely serious and focused on what he was doing, not meeting your eyes as he ripped off each bandage on your neck and arm and then finally the one on your shoulder as he spotted the corner of it peeking out from the neck of your dress.

“Taehyung?”

Instead of answering, his half lidded eyes met yours, his hand coming up to thoughtfully press his thumb to his fleshy bottom lip.

Seeming to make a decision, his thumb dragged over the plump flesh before his body lowered to yours.

Heart pounding, you tried to push back on his wide shoulders to no avail. He didn't even budge in the other direction.

“T-Taehyung?” You gasped, feeling his hot tongue press flat against your jugular.

You began to shiver with dread, gripping the material of his shirt at his shoulders as you squeezed your eyes closed. Was he going to bite?

But as his tongue leisurely lapped at the wound at your throat, your fear slowly turned into white hot embarrassment. Stinging your cheeks and ears hot and red.

“T-Tae..” You tried again, your body tensing up under his much larger one.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears however, as the slick, meaty appendage worked it's way to the bite on the side of your neck. His breath tickling and sending shivers down your skin.

You began to squirm again, so he put his massive palm over your mouth, more to hold your head still than to quiet you.

His lips dragged against your flesh as he lapped at it, making your stomach do backflips.

What's going on..? Why's he like this all of a sudden?

The boy was A to Z faster than you could keep up.

Finally the torment ceased.

But your relief was short lived as his fingers wrapped around your dress sleeve, ripping it open and attacking the bite mark on your shoulder with more licks.

You could feel his body shaking above yours like he was under some sort of strain, his breathing ragged.

Your face and ears were on fire, but you let your body relax a little. Fighting was futile and whatever he was doing, it seemed to have a purpose.

His hand removed from your mouth as he sat up a little, just enough to turn your upper body to the side so he could reach the bite on your arm. His ministrations slowing.

When he finally seemed satisfied he rolled off of you and onto his side, his big box grin back on his face. Though his breathing remained labored.

Giggling he patted your fiery cheek. “All better” He announced proudly.

“U-um.. Taehyung? What.. what was that?” You stammered, blinking furiously in confusion.

His long fingers cupped your neck where he licked, and his thumb brushed up against your throat.

Realizing there was no pain, you frowned and got up, looking for a mirror. As soon as you found one you peered into it, a gasp escaping your lips.

“T-they're gone!” You patted around your neck and shoulder, trying to find any semblance of the wounds you had been sporting, but they were nowhere to be found.

“I fixed you.” He giggled happily. Like it was his greatest achievement.

You laughed with a shakey breath. “You could have warned me you know.. But thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I don't know why they didn't do it. They could easily have fixed you. Why are they treating you this way?” He pondered.

“I don't know. Ask them that. Not me.”

The room became silent again.

Turning, you expected him to be pouting or still grinning, but you found his sharp stare locked onto your bare thighs.

Remembering you had a bite there, you quickly turned, putting your back toward the dresser you were standing next to.

“No” You simply stated, drawing his eyes back upward.

His grin returned. “I can fix it.”

“No. It's ok, really. I don't need that one fixed.” You couldn't help but laugh a little at his innocence.

“Stop being a baby! Come here.” He got up, prowling toward you.

Giggling you retreated from him, dodging his reaching hands as he chased you around the room. “Tae! Stop it! I don't need it!”

“It won't hurt!” He gasped for hair, chortling so hard he could barely stalk you.

Finally, he had you cornered by the door and wall. You put out your hands, trying to make him stop. “Cease and desist~” You said weakly, tears streaming from your eyes from laughing too hard.

He gulped for air as he leaned toward you, placing hands on the door and wall to trap you.

You both panted and giggled for a moment until he finally started to catch his breath.

“Now be a good girl and stay still.” He demanded, quickly pulling your arm to pin you up against the wall, stealing your breath by the suddenness of it. You could feel his big palm on your lower back, pressing you hard against the surface as he kneeled down, his other hand ripping off the bandage peeking out from under your skirt.

“T-Taehyung, I seriously d-don't need you to do this.” You attempted to wiggle out of his grip as you felt his hand pushing up the bottom of your dress up to the curve of your ass.

“But I want to.” He breathed against your skin.