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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Bloodlust 🔞 3

In which your new job comes with a lot of new surprises as well.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, human!Reader, strangers/Enemies to lovers, jk kind of a dick at first sorry, sexual tension, corruption kink, size & strength kink, blood drinking, biting, more TBA in future chapters

Additional Chapter Warnings: horny thoughts, mc needs to get laid, blood and hospitals I guess

Chapter length: long

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"I wanted to ask if I got approved yet?" You ask, the lady behind the counter typing away as you give her your ID card. She seems to look through several files, clicking the mouse, while you shift from one foot to the next in nervousness.

"We've been planning on sending your acceptation letter out today actually. Would you like to take it with you right now?" She asks, and you nod, a huge weight falling off of your shoulders. The whole application for a Donor-spot was last minute, really- the one-thousand dollars worth of welcome bonus offered by the system more than worth it for you. You don't have problems with vampires at all, and with your old job falling apart and leaving you behind in rent, you had been desperate to find new work. "Great. If you're clear for today actually, we'd have a free spot for your instructional session right away? I just had to move some appointments, and one got free just now." She asks, looking at you.

"Oh- I, yeah." You say, and she grins, her white smile and the infamous canine teeth a clear sign of her own vampirism.

"Awesome! Please sit down for now, you'll be called into a room number right away." She nods, and you comply, sitting down in the waiting area. It's not really long until the faint music in the background stops, your name being called into a room number just how the nurse had told you. "Alright darling, you'll just get comfortable on here, and I'll be right back. Are you comfortable with a male recipient?" She asks, and you nod- trusting that any client she's going to bring in will be behaved in the safety of the clinic. "Alright, great! Don't worry, he looks all scary but he's a sweetheart." She giggles, before she leaves the room for you to get ready.

You've done this before- which is why they ultimately chose you quite quickly in comparison to others these days. There's a rise in Donors especially after the welcome bonus had been started to give out by the clinic itself- and you're more than glad to have found a spot shortly before the application form had been taken down, no more donors being accepted into the program any longer. The goal of the clinic is to make blood donations safer in a more controlled environment- trained staff making sure that whoever joins in, be it donor or recipient, is clean and without bad intentions.

You shed your sweater to give better access to your arm later, neatly folding it on your lap as you settle, trying to swallow down your nervousness about the whole ordeal as you lean into the admittedly comfortable chair, your legs a little elevated from the ground. You wonder what type of snacks you'll get after this appointment. Do they have orange juice here, too?

"Alright, here we go! You can just sit right there, thank you." The nurse says as she leads someone in- and you completely blend out when the friendly woman introduces his name to you, and yours to him as he sits down, his eyes focused on you completely.

So THAT'S the 'sweetheart' she's been talking about?

"okay. I'll show you both the process today, as stated in the forms you've received. After that, we will send you a list of potential future partners based on your resume and our records, and you're given a timeframe of two weeks to make a decision. You can send in the partners you're interested via E-mail, or regular letter-" She explains, and you're barely listening. While Jungkook himself calmly nods to her explanations, you yourself can't help but be distracted by the swirling ink underneath his skin on his arms, tattoos a lot more visible today as he's only wearing a simple black T-Shirt. If he notices you staring, he doesn't mention it- and you kind of hope he would, because you're really gonna be confused with the whole process later from not listening to her.

"Okay, we're ready to go then!" She offers happily, clearly both used to the ordeal, and also clearly attempting to make you both feel less awkward. If only she knew.

His hands are cold when he holds onto your wrist, fingers moving to turn your lower arm over as he follows the words of the nurse next to him, who explains something about not wanting to bite specific areas to avoid lasting injuries and other things you can't seem to quite understand fully. Then again, you're not the vampire- you're the meal, and she's basically telling him how to eat you properly.

Wow, way to phrase that in your head, you think, as you adjust your position a little in the chair.

"Now, don't be nervous, sweetheart." She gently says. "I'll be right here the entire time, and he's actually passed the control tests very well." She beams at you, and you nod. You find it a little hard to believe that, considering the way you've seen him shamelessly flaunt blood splatters on his clothes whenever he'd been out on his odd parties you really never want to be at yourself. "The first time is always a bit awkward, but it'll become a routine over time." She explains, and you can't help but feel the tips of your ears burn at her description-

and at the way Jungkook seems to have the audacity to smile at you, his eyes speaking full on dictionaries on the fact that he just knows what you're thinking.

You kind of want to chicken out for a second, especially when he leans in. You can feel your body tense up- and much to your surprise, he doesn't seem annoyed by it at all as he retracts his action, giving you another few breaths before you nod. It feels worse than any dentist appointment you've gone to, any doctors appointment you've dreaded going to, or any weird talk you've had to have with people around you. You should've agreed to the numbing lotion. Or maybe you should've tried to get a different job in general.

There's no sugarcoating it. It hurts, it really does, but similar to what you remember the piercing decorating your belly button felt like, it's only really the first moment that it appears to be unbearable. As soon as his teeth seemed to have pierced your skin, it's not actually that bad anymore- just weird, the sensation of your fingertips tingling, and your arm becoming colder. It's odd- but not as bad as you thought.

The only thing that's making you nervous, is that you actually enjoy it, in a weird way.

Maybe its the calm hand of his on top of your bare shoulder, sleeveless shirt you've been wearing underneath the sweater putting no boundary between his skin and yours as his colder palm rests over it. You guess its to give him a more comfortable position, maybe, but you're not entirely sure. You can spot the nurse out of the corner of your eye keeping her own on her watch, to track how long he's feeding you assume before she will give him a sign to stop. And you sure as hell hope she gives a sign too- because your crush on the man that's currently feeding off of your blood combined with your own lack of… physical love, so to say, is not a good mix.

And then you feel it.

You don't know if he's doing it on purpose, or if it's simply a vampire reflex you just don't know of, but when the tip of his tongue pokes your skin, you can't help but tense up a little bit. It feels as if there's now a slight hold to your shoulder from where his palm had simply rested before, but you're not sure if you're simply imagining this, or if its intentional. What you do know is that the thoughts brewing in your mind from the way his tongue now seems to draw patterns in a teasingly light manner aren't the purest-

they're anything but that.

"And stop." The nurse calls out, and you take in a deep breath you didn't even realize you needed, slowly sitting up as the nurse moves to get supplies to clean your skin, tiny drops of blood rolling down your arm and onto the floor below. "There. Make sure it's all clean before you wrap it. And when you do, always keep a finger between the gauze and your partner's skin if you're unsure- you don't want to wrap it too tightly." She instructs Jungkook, who's following her instructions surprisingly carefully.

It's only when he makes eye contact- cherry red eyes now more saturated in color than before, but that's not what you notice first. It's mostly that shit eating smirk he's got on his lips, and from that alone, you know.

You just know.

"Awesome. Jungkook-ssi, I'd like you to go to room number four now, just like you've been told. You can scan your ID at the entrance, it'll give you a number, and when the Number is called, you can leave." She says, and you remember hearing about this earlier in the waiting room. It's a mandatory break time recipients have to go through- mainly to calm down and to make sure they don't follow any donors in a post-feeding-frenzy, which apparently has happened often enough before to make a change like that. Jungkook leaves without any words, but not without glancing at you one last time before he closes the door behind him.

"Alright- we've got some snacks and juice in room six for you. Same here- just scan your ID and then wait for your number to be called. And remember to check for any mail we're gonna send you!" She chirps, and you nod, slowly making your way to the break room- still a bit light-headed from the session.

And as you drink your juice, and watch Jungkook walk out of the clinic from the window you're sitting next to you, you wonder.

Is he always this calm while doing this, or did he just put on a show because the nurse was there?

What would've happened if she hadn't been?