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A feeding club is probably the last place Jungkook would choose to spend his free Friday night, especially on a Halloween night. The techno music is way too loud for his taste, even if its volume is perfectly adjusted to vampires’ sensitive ears. The tacky red and black decoration is usually an offense to good taste, but tonight is even worse. Fake cobwebs and plastic bats hang on the walls, carved pumpkins are spread around any available surface. But the worst part is the cacophony of smells, an aggressive reminder that Jungkook is always hungry. 

Yet, here he is, staring at the ceiling as if focusing his eyes on anything other than the patrons would make himself invisible.  

To his defense, the blood-infused drinks are genuinely good, and Jimin might have bribed him with free ones (of his favorite blood type!).

“On the house,” Jimin says with a wink, pushing a tall glass of an orangey drink his way. His hair is weirdly styled back, meticulously voluminous, and his cheeks and collarbones are glowing with silver glitter. The gray coat he’s wearing is worn out and definitely not Jimin’s, and Jungkook is confused by what the hell he is supposed to be dressed as, but he doesn’t ask. “A Slayer with B negative for you.” 

“A what?” Jungkook grimaces, poking the plastic fangs that Jimin meticulously placed on the rim of the glass. 

He still doesn’t get the appeal of making everything so vampire-y , but he has been told humans love it — even if everything looks like it came straight out of a tacky Halloween party — which, well, it’s exactly what’s happening here tonight. 

“I know.” Jimin gestures a hand vaguely in the air. “Namjoon is in a Buffy, The Vampire Slayer phase.” 

Delicately, Jungkook takes the fangs out. He pinches them with his fingers and thumb, opening and closing the fake set of teeth, and giggles at himself. It looks nothing like real-life fangs. He tosses it on the counter, earning a glare from Jimin, and brings the drink close to his face to sniff at it suspiciously. The smell of blood is very faint in comparison to alcohol. Even so, his gums itch when the particular sweet and metallic odor hits his nostrils. 

“What’s in it?”

“With this name?” Jimin scoffs, pulling the rag off his shoulder to wipe the perfectly clean counter. “Basically all the hard liquor we have in this club. Enough to knock off a vampire.” He shrugs, eyes sharp on the next customer approaching the bar. “Enjoy it, it’s the last B negative bag we have until the next shipment.”

Strong is an understatement. The drink almost burns Jungkook’s throat on the first sip, making him choke over the rim of his cup.  But the aftertaste is worth it: sweet B negative, swimming around his taste buds gently, appeasing all the unpalatable taste of god-knows-what is inside this glass.

The sharp edge of his fangs scrapes his inner lower lip the moment the rich but faint taste of blood gets registered by his brain. It has always felt weird, the uncomfortable burn of having his teeth expand. The way his mouth feels too full. How self-conscious he gets whenever someone approaches him and he has no way to hide what he is. 

Not that he has to, but Jungkook doesn’t feel comfortable showing lethal weapons to strangers.

Hidden in the far corner of the club, he closes his eyes and takes another sip, letting a small, appreciative groan escape his mouth. 

The blood sticks to his tongue like the softest molasses he has ever tried. B negative has always tasted extra sweet for him, it’s a shame it’s too rare. He doesn’t drink it as much as he would like. 

He thinks it’s only fair, though. Humans don’t get to eat their favorite meal every day either.

Each swig he takes makes the itch in his gums more intense. The lack of something to sink his teeth in is latent, even when he runs his tongue over them to soothe the uncomfortable sensation. He can only count on the extra strong liquor to distract him from his uneasiness. God bless alcohol for going straight to his bloodstream, the only thing that still works in his very dead body.

Too soon for his taste, the glass is almost empty. His throat doesn’t burn less than before the drink, but he feels a little loose. Loose enough to let his eyes roam the room for a quick moment. 

The door of one of the feeding booths yanks open, a tall and buff vampire wearing butterfly wings comes out with his arms looped around an equally tall girl, dressed as a slutty nun (how original!). Both of them look happily dazed. Four seats down the bar, a vampire with long, blonde hair has a short woman in between her legs. They’re wearing what should be a couple’s costume if Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz were actually a couple, but that's not what catches Jungkook’s attention. It’s the way her fangs scraping the human’s shoulder in some sort of foreplay that sits uncomfortably with him.

He tries not to gawk at them, but he feels something unpleasant pooling in his stomach every time the human giggles, exposing her neck even further.

He tells himself it comes from disgust, and not hunger, and hurriedly brings his attention back to his glass, the ice cubes melting inside. 

With Jimin busy with other customers, Jungkook does what he always does when he finds himself in crowded places. 

He spaces out.  

To focus on the fog coming from the smoke machine is easy, it blurs the club around him. Everything is a little faded in his field of vision if he pays attention to the white layer hanging in the air. To fixate on the faint, but present enough smell of his favorite blood coming from the last few sips in the class is even easier. He’s drawn to it like a bee to a flower.

He grimaces at himself at his own sweet analogy. There’s nothing sweet about himself, and he knows that quite well. 

Jungkook sighs tiredly. Just a few more minutes, he tells himself, and he’ll be able to call it a night without Jimin complaining. 

“Jimin! I know what you are!” A low, deep voice says by his side, pulling him back to reality. 

The bartender gives the newcomer an intense glance. “Say it,” Jimin’s voice drops a tone. “Out loud. Say it.”

“Gay!” The raspy voice replies seriously, and then bursts into a loud laugh. He smacks a hand on the counter. “Alright, Edward Cullen, hand me the S kin of a Killer . Virgin,” the human adds with a giggle as if Jimin couldn’t sense he doesn’t need blood in his drink. “God, that’s a horrible name for a drink,” he mutters to himself.

Intrigued, Jungkook glances to the side to find a man with the longest legs he’s ever seen bending over the counter, perching up his ass. Jungkook has a hard time looking past his thighs, vacuum-packed in leather, but as he lifts his gaze up, he realizes the man is entirely wrapped in leather. The fabric extends to his torso in a jumpsuit with a zipper on the front, hugging his body just perfectly.

“And… What would you like, hot stuff?” 

Jungkook flinches. For some reason, he can swear that the human with endless legs is talking to him. 

His eyes flick to the human’s face. It’s meant to be a quick glance, just to confirm his hallucination, but the moment he catches the stranger’s gaze, Jungkook can’t look away. Sharp eyes made even sharper by a winged eyeliner, cat ears poking out of messy, blond hair. The golden of his locks painted red under the club lights

Jungkook gulps nervously, but not just because he’s dumbly staring at the most beautiful person he has ever seen — living or not. 

No. Panic pools in his stomach when he realizes Catboy is looking at him like he wants to eat Jungkook whole.

This human is clearly looking for a bite. 

“I already have a drink,” Jungkook says, clinging to his glass for dear life.

“Uh, no you don’t.” The human smirks, pointing a finger at Jungkook's very empty glass.

“Oh,” he says dumbly. He frowns, staring deeply at his drink. He could swear there was still some left, the smell of B negative is still dancing around his nostrils as if the cup was full.  

A light laugh slips from the human's perfectly glossed lips, and he throws himself on the barstool close to Jungkook, crossing one ridiculous long leg over the other. Jungkook’s eyes linger on them a second longer than necessary, noticing all the ways the leather jumpsuit hugs his thighs perfectly.

There are many things in life that Jungkook considers dangerous: dark alleys, crossroads during rush hour, drinking close to bonfires, sharp paper edges, and of course, pretty boys with beautiful thighs.

Right now, this stranger screams danger.

His throat has no business being this dry. Not after he had a full drink. Jungkook swallows a hopeless attempt to bring moisture to his burning windpipe.

Spinning on his seat, the cat boy leans forward, tongue running over his lower lip and pulling it inside his mouth.  “Lemme solve this problem for you,” he says so close, his breath fans over Jungkook’s face. Strawberry chapstick and alcohol. Jungkook’s stomach churns and he pulls up a face, pulling away in a jolt. The human flags down Jimin without taking his eyes off Jungkook.  “What would you like?”

A faint giggle comes from behind the counter. He doesn’t need to look to know Jimin is having the time of his life. Watching Jungkook struggle with human interaction has always been a hobby for him. 

Jungkook’s fingers clench on the edge of his barstool, leg kicking in the air restlessly. Amongst the things he feels the most uncomfortable with, having humans offering themselves to him is probably the number one. 

The human keeps staring at him expectantly, and it takes Jungkook a couple of seconds to remember he is in fact expecting an answer. He clears his throat, looking nervously between Jimin and the man. “Another Slayer ,” he says, tilting his head to Jimin. “He knows how I like it,” he mumbles, trying his best to keep his fangs covered by his lips.

To watch Jimin mix the drinks is way easier than facing the stranger’s perfectly sculpted face. As Jimin blends the alcohol with the blood — AB this time, Jungkook can feel the tanginess of it linger in the air for a second —, he notices the stranger is also fully absorbed by the barman’s theatrics.  

The lack of eyes on him leaves Jungkook some room to breathe, even though every time he inhales, the smell coming from his own glass seems to get stronger. He pushes the empty glass away, holding his breath to see if it eases the itch in his gums.

AB is not a smell worth sensing anyway. 

Ridiculous-long-legs-cat-guy flutters his lashes at Jimin and he makes a joke Jungkook doesn't register. The next second, though, his sharp eyes are back at him, so heavy he feels completely pinned in place.

If he couldn’t hear his heart beating, Jungkook would think stranger-danger is the vampire between them. He surely acts predatory like one.

“Oh, how rude of me,” he says, jumping off the chair and placing himself right in between Jungkook’s legs. The stranger hovers so closely to Jungkook that even without touching his body heat feels a lot like a solid weight against him. His breath burns the shell of Jungkook’s ear when he leans forward and whispers, “I’m Taehyung.”

As soon as he approaches, he puts some distance between them again, completely aware of the way Jungkook is left shivering in his seat. The human’s — Taehyung’s — smirk is not discreet, he probably is used to causing this in people. 

It’s not surprising, considering the man’s — Taehyung! — legs and voice and face and, well, pretty much everything. 

Slowly, the cocky smile is replaced by a defiant expression. He breaks his hips to the side, leaning one elbow on the counter, and says, “You know, usually people say their names back.” 

That’s a good point. Except Jungkook doesn’t really remember his own name for a solid twenty seconds, so he just looks at the human — at Taehyung . Fuck, what’s wrong with his brain? —, unsure of what to do with his hands or legs, or any part of his body, really. 

“He’s Jungkook,” Jimin replies, placing the two drinks on the counter. “There you go, darling.”

Taehyung turns to thank the barman and Jungkook takes advantage of being unpinned by that gaze for a few seconds to snatch his drink. The movement is so abrupt, he spills the concoction all over his wrist.

At least is not B negative, he thinks as he wipes the sticky liquid off his skin. 

“Well, hello Jungkook.” Taehyung turns slowly with his drink secured in his hand. His pupils dance as he watches the vampire fumble with the napkins. The twitch on his lip is barely perceptible, but it’s there when he holds the straw with his index and thumb and circles his lips around it. He sucks the drink until his cheeks go hollow, and when he seems satisfied, he lets go of the straw with an exaggerated pop. “You don’t come here often, do you?”

It doesn’t matter that Jungkook hasn’t been breathing for the past five minutes, the smell of the blood he had early in the drink remains engraved in his brain, and his throat has never felt so dry before. It doesn’t help that Taehyung is here, standing in front of him with expectant eyes while he tries not to make a fool of himself. 

“No, not much,” he mutters.  To avoid looking at the man in front of him, he gulps his drink too hastily. The plastic fangs slide from the rim, falling on the floor and making droplets of the drink spill on the corners of his mouth. 

Great job at not looking like a loser, Jungkook.

He is fast to wipe it with the back of his hand, but Taehyung’s eyes glint in amusement when he looks at the floor and back up at Jungkook. 

“Hm, new blood, then.” He smiles dazzlingly, mixing the drink with the straw absentmindedly. “I suspected.” He curls one eyebrow, tilting his head to the side and rubbing a hand over his exposed neck.

It’s a show. Jungkook is used to seeing it, used to the straightforwardness of it all. Humans are comfortable offering themselves. Vampires are comfortable accepting it. Just because it’s normal these days, it doesn’t mean Jungkook knows how to act in these circumstances.

He darts his gaze back to the club. The Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz have left the bar, he wonders if they’re in one of the feeding booths or went home together. There are more patrons in tacky costumes now. An exorbitant amount of witches, a few zombie brides, even a bold human dressed as a vampire. Jungkook wonders for a moment how long he has been here, letting himself get flustered by a dangerous stranger dressed as a cat who keeps looking at him like he’s capable of eating Jungkook alive. According to his calculations, it could be anything between ten minutes and two hours. 

“What do you mean by that?” Jungkook asks with a delay, eyes lost somewhere behind Taehyung’s shoulder. He’s not curious, not really. But maybe, if he entertains the man for a bit, he’ll notice Jungkook is not interesting enough to waste his time. 

“I don’t usually see you around but— What's your costume?” He inspects Jungkook, then raises a finger in the air. “No, no, lemme guess.” He hums for a few moments, squinting. “Ah, lead singer of an emo band!”

Jungkook grimaces, looking down at his own clothes. He’s wearing the usual black cargo pants and black hoodie. “This is not a costume,” he huffs. 

“He doesn’t think he needs one,” Jimin chimes in when he walks by to hand drinks to Britney and Justin in all denim. “Apparently being a vampire is already on theme.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. He usually likes Jimin being nosy, it always means fresh gossip. Right now, he cannot say the same. 

“Of course he does,” Taehyung giggles as though he knows Jungkook for five years and not five minutes. “You should come here more often,” Taehyung adds and winks once again. It’s overkill, if someone asks Jungkook. It makes his guts twist once again anyway. Taehyung shifts in place just to enter Jungkook’s line of sight. “Crave is the best feeding club in town.”

So far, Jungkook can confirm his plan is going absolutely wrong. Taehyung preens under the attention, keeps his long neck tilted when he leans sideways on the counter, hips cocked to the side, showcasing the endlessness of his legs. He doesn’t wait for Jungkook to say anything, simply keeps talking as if he was asked all the questions. “The drinks are good, but also the crowd,” he gestures around with his free hand, “it’s closer to campus, so most vampires are students, too, which means they’re always down for some fun.” 

Jungkook chews his bottom lip and nods slowly, wondering what down for some fun means to Taehyung although it’s pretty obvious. Instinctively, his eyes land on his neck again. There aren’t any purple marks, which means he’s not been bitten in the last three or four days. 

For some reason, Jungkook feels relieved. 

The action doesn’t escape Taehyung, the human seems trained to see the action as an invitation. His smirk grows and he leans forward again, slowly dragging his tongue over his plumpy lips. His voice drops when he says, “I heard there’s still a vacant booth in the back.”

Like he is hit by lightning, Jungkook jolts back and has to hold himself on the counter to not fall from his seat. Great . 

“Look, I’m sorry but—” He looks to the bar to see if Jimin can help him, but his friend is nowhere to be seen. Jungkook has always been horrible at this, but usually, he doesn’t need to worry about it. People tend to leave him alone naturally. Who wants to be close to the weird vampire in the corner? He worries his lower lip even more, waves his hands in front of his body. “I’m not— I’m not looking for— You know.”

“Do I know?” Taehyung bats his lashes. He leans forward just a bit, hand hovering over Jungkook’s thigh. The touch is nothing more than the press of Taehyung’s finger on top of Jungkook’s knee. It’s light and brief, but it’s only when Jungkook trembles at the contact that he notices he has been tapping his leg this whole time.

His jaw clenches, and he lifts his glass. “I’m already drinking .”

Taehyung looks amusedly at him, ditches the straw from his drink, and sips directly from the glass. It becomes clear he did so just to lick the sweetness off his lip when he lowers the drink and drags his tongue too slowly over his mouth.

“There’s barely any blood in this drink, Jungkook,” he says matter-of-factly.

“There’s blood enough ,” he retorts. It’s a lie, his burning throat can confirm it.

Taehyung raises both eyebrows incredulously. There’s a brief click of his tongue, pure annoyance setting his jaw in a firm clench. 

“Okay, I see.” He nods slowly. “We’re playing hard to get.”

“Wha— we’re not playing anything .” Jungkook winces, although it surely looks like a game to Taehyung. He doesn’t really get it. Why does the human seem so invested, when Jungkook clearly has nothing to offer to him? 

He looks around the club once more, searching for eyes on them. This has to be some sort of bet, there must be a group of people watching in the corner, laughing at his face. The fact that Taehyung is acting all nonchalant about it all only makes Jungkook frustrated.

“Well, that sucks.” Taehyung sighs and rolls his eyes. His displeasure lasts only a couple of seconds, replaced by a newfound mirth filling his eyes. “Actually, that’s the problem. This isn’t sucking at all.” He waggles his brows at Jungkook.

“Oh god—” 

“Come on, I don’t bite.” Taehyung laughs, kicking Jungkook’s boots with the tip of his loafers. “You, on the other side, totally should.”

“What makes you think I didn’t have a bite already?” he asks. Maybe it’s the annoyance of having this insistent and stupidly attractive man so close, messing with his brain, but Jungkook feels almost as defiant as he feels cornered.

Taehyung snorts, cockiness evident all over his features. “You’ve been seated here all night nursing your drink, dear.”

“Well, for your information, I’ve eaten today.” Soon enough, his defiance is replaced by pettiness. He blinks his eyes nonstop, words delivered too hushedly, “And yesterday too!”

For some reason, the statement does nothing to stop Taehyung. If so, it ignites something inside and he shoots his brows up, lips lifting in a lopsided grin. “Thisthy, aren’t we?” There’s something almost savage in the way his gaze travels through Jungkook's whole body like he wants a piece of him as he speaks. “Well, If you have such an appetite,” Taehyung goes on, playing with the zipper of his jumpsuit. He slides it down, exposing his collarbones, part of his sternum. When he notices Jungkook’s eyes on the motion, he zips it back up. Not an ounce of subtlety in his body. “I can definitely help you with that.”

Alarm crosses Jungkook’s body, the red lights of the room glistening at him like wail sirens. His stomach churns, the smell of the blood he had early lingers in the air around him no matter how much he holds his breath. 

He needs to get the fuck out of here.

“I don’t—” Jungkook gags on his words. He places his glass on the counter with a loud thud and stands up in a rush of panic. “I’m not interested, okay?” He moves forward, trips on his own stomper boots, and needs to hold the counter to not lose his balance. With his face burning in embarrassment, Jungkook mumbles, “Enjoy your night.”

Taehyung blinks incredulously, but Jungkook tucks his chin in, and walks out of the club, trying to ignore the way the human gapes in outraged offense. 

***

“I don’t mean to kick you out of my house but.” Yoongi stops in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?

“For what?” Jungkook raises a brow, reaching for the remote.

“I thought you were going out?” Yoongi asks. “Jimin couldn’t shut up about it this week.”

“I did yesterday. For Halloween, can you believe it?” Jungkook groans, avoiding thinking much about the previous day. He presses the turn-off button and throws the remote back on the couch. 

“Ugh, tough,” Yoongi grimaces. 

“Tell me about it.” Jungkook sighs. “Today I just want to stay in. The world is a dangerous place, Yoongi.”

Disapprovingly, his friend taps his foot on the floor. “Not again with the crosswalk phobia, Jungkook.”

“Crosswalks are a real danger, you know that!” Jungkook snaps his head up, eyes alarmed. 

“And you can’t die,” Yoongi deadpans, walking past the couch in the direction of the kitchen. 

“Doesn’t mean getting hit by a car won’t hurt,” Jungkook argues. 

He can’t see his friend, can’t barely hear him with how silent Yoongi normally moves, but he can feel the eye-roll from a distance.

“Hm, fair,” Yoongi mutters. He opens the fridge and gets two blood bags. “Want one?”

Jungkook looks over the couch, chews his bottom lip, and shakes his head no. His stomach is still relatively full from the extra drinks he had yesterday. He can probably wait another day without a blood bag. 

He hears the noise of the microwave beeping, and when Yoongi returns, his fangs are out, but he doesn’t look bothered by it, doesn’t even bat an eye when they sink into the plastic easily. He sucks the content without wasting a single drop.

There’s nothing messy in him. There never is. Yoongi has been walking on this earth for too long to be clumsy. 

It leaves Jungkook uncomfortable to notice jealousy pooling in his chest, even after so long. He wonders if he’ll become like Yoongi a hundred years from now. Two hundred, to be more realistic. 

He plays with the hem of his shirt, shifting on the couch. The cushions behind his back suddenly seem too comfortable, it doesn’t hug his weight as it should. Instead, Jungkook feels sinking awkwardly on the couch.

He can barely stand five minutes in this position, how the hell will he wait two hundreds of years to feel at ease with his own body?

“Not feeding from Seokjin tonight?” Jungkook frowns, trying to not obsess over this thought once again.

Yoongi hums, squeezing the plastic bag. He swallows and licks his lips clean. They’re not stained red like Jungkook usually looks when he eats. “He’s traveling,” he explains. 

“Makes sense.” Jungkook nods, ready to change the subject, but then— “Wait, and why are you not at Crave for a bite?”

The twitch in his lips it’s barely a smile. Yoongi is as subtle with his movements as he is with his emotions. That doesn’t mean they’re not there, quite the contrary. It only means he’s really good at keeping what’s important to himself, Jungkook has learned with time. 

Maybe that’s another thing Jungkook should learn in two hundred years: how to not feel devoured by his emotions on a daily basis. 

“We’ve talked about how we’d both like to be exclusive,” he says casually, sucking the last drop of blood from the bag. The process is so clean and meticulous that Jungkook barely smells the O negative in the air.

“Oh,” Jungkook says, trying to swallow the lump that instantly forms in his throat. “Are you guys serious, then?”

Yoongi takes his time to throw the bag in the trash and walk back to the living room. In silence, he sits on the armchair next to the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “I think so.” He smiles. “I don’t want to feed on anyone else.” 

“That’s nice, Yoongi.” The smile on Jungkook’s face seems fake even to himself. It’s stiff on his cheeks, probably looks like a grimace. 

It’s not that he's not happy for his friends. He absolutely loves Seokjin, and he would give up his eternal life for Yoongi if he could. It’s just… He can’t help but imagine what it must be like. To have someone who trusts you enough to give themselves entirely like this. Someone you trust enough to rely your whole existence on them.

Not that he’ll ever know.

Not now, not in two hundred years.

The thought opens a pit in his stomach. 

“I know you—”

“Yoongi.” Jungkook raises a palm. “It is nice, I mean it,” he insists. “You deserve it.”

The other vampire uncrosses his leg just to nudge Jungkook’s knee. “And you don’t?”

Jungkook snorts. It’s curious how soft Yoongi is behind his composure and perfectly pressed clothes. “It wouldn’t work for me, you know it already.”

“To have a friend you can trust?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

“You’re the friend I can trust,” Jungkook replies without missing a beat. “Jimin too. Well,” he chuckles, “sometimes.”

Yoongi ignores the joke, giving him a pointed look. One he has practiced for at least three centuries. “You can’t drink my blood.”

Technically he can, he wants to reply. But it would be petty, especially when they both know it wouldn’t ease his hunger. 

Uninvited, flashes of the previous night pop into Jungkook’s brain. The human who approached him — Taehyung —, with his long legs and risky words. The one who acted like he was the dangerous one when he was talking to a freaking vampire. Jungkook squirms uncomfortably on the too-comfortable couch again. Taehyung should be the last person to come to his mind when the topic is someone he can trust. He barely knows the human, and from the little he does know, there’s nothing trustworthy about Taehyung. 

Sighing, Jungkook runs both hands through his hair. “I don’t want to have any sort of relationship with a human, Yoongi.” He shakes his head. “Be friendship, romance, or a feeding contract, no— You know I’d never.”

“You know not all vampire-human relationships are fucked up, right?” The subtle drop of his voice denounces the hurt. It’s almost imperceptible, but Jungkook is well acquainted with that. “Namjoon and Hoseok have been doing it for five years now, you know how happy they are.”

“I know, Yoongi. And I also know it will be the same for you and Seokjin,” Jungkook affirms softly. “You know it’s not that.”

Yoongi looks at him for a long while, lips pressed in a thin line. Eventually, his shoulders drop. “Yes, I do.”

Leaning forward, Jungkook places a hand on Yoongi’s knee. He squeezes it, trying this time to share a less stiff smile. “I’m happy for you. I really am.”

Yoongi smiles fully this time, fangs and gums on display. “Me too, Kook.”

***

The girl behind the counter taps her pencil incessantly on the paper. It’s a constant noise that sounds too disruptive, very different from the soothing running of the pencil over the sheet that stopped abruptly five minutes ago when something in her phone caught her attention. 

It must have been something really upsetting, because since then, her heart started racing and her body grew restless, spreading a sourness in the air of the bookshop. 

The smell is strong enough to distract Jungkook from everything around him, no matter how much he tries to focus on the manhwas. It doesn’t help that the other customer on the far end of the store seems to have forgotten to shower for at least three days.

Jungkook crouches in front of this compact shelf holding his breath. Strong smells have always been too much for his sensitive nose even before he became a vampire. He’s glad out of all of his enhanced senses, at least this one he can shut down for a while. 

The titles in front of him become much sharper when he doesn’t have to receive a punch in the gut every time he inhales. He runs the tip of his fingers over the back of each comic book, the flat, varnished covers smooth against his prints. He pulls one of the manhwas out of the shelf and stands up with a satisfied grin. 

“ Blood Alone ?” 

The manhwa is suddenly yanked out of his hands, leaving his fingers empty. Jungkook flinches back, hits his elbow on the display behind him, and winces. Smoothing a hand over the sore spot, he lifts his wide eyes just to find the owner of the voice pouting on the other side of the dividing shelf.

“Didn’t take you for the romantic type,” Taehyung says, inspecting the comics in his hand. He flaps the pages haphazardly, then throws it on the top of the furniture between them. He crosses his arms over his chest and cocks his hips to the side in a way that Jungkook can already describe as a classic Taehyung move, seeming annoyed and entertained at the same time.

If Jungkook was overwhelmed before, it’s nothing compared to the explosion of having Taehyung in front of him. Tonight, Taehyung’s stupid long legs are in wide black jeans that hold his waist just perfectly. The white t-shirt he has tucked inside his pants is loose, large enough to expose his neck and collarbones. 

He frowns at the discarded manhwa on the shelf, not sure if annoyed by the interruption, the lack of care with a brand new book, or by the fact that Taehyung looks particularly stunning under normal lights. Maybe all of the options combined.

Taehyung doesn’t wait for an answer — not that Jungkook would have one to give anyway when his tongue seems glued to the roof of his mouth — he keeps teasing Jungkook with a smirk plastered on his face like he knows no other expression. “Don’t tell me your favorite vampire movie is Twilight.”

Jungkook huffs, of course Taehyung would tease about Twilight, it’s all humans know how to do these days. Jimin surely has his fair share of blame in that. Where are the Nosferatu jokes? He even misses the cheesy Dracula ones Yoongi hates so much. 

“I’m not interested in the plot. I just like the graphics.” Jungkook gives him a pointed look, lowering his gaze to the shelf and getting another comic book he doesn’t bother checking the name. Like the grown-up he is, he opens it at a random page to ignore Taehyung’s presence. 

He tries to focus on the rough texture of the paper under his prints, the subtle details of the drawings.

Taehyung circles the book display, stops by his side, and stretches his neck to peek at the new comics he has in his hands. “Oh, is that so?” Taehyung asks, voice a tone higher in interest. “Why?”

Jungkook flinches again, the comic almost escaping his grip when he realizes Taehyung’s so close. He clenches the book between his palms way too strongly to keep it from falling. 

“I’m an illustrator.”

“Oh.” Taehyung straightens his spine, claps his hands in front of his chest in enthusiasm. “So blood isn’t the only thing you draw.”

Jungkook spares him one last pointed glance before he turns his back, walking towards a shelf on the opposite side of the bookstore. He’d rather stay close to the smelly customer than keep putting himself through this. Whatever this is .

Of course, Taehyung trails around him, gingerly like a butterfly.   

There are many circumstances that make Jungkook uncomfortable. If he’s honest, there are very few circumstances that make him comfortable. But this dangerous game Taehyung’s been playing is by far the worst. Probably it’s already at the top of his list, beating taking the trash out on a sunny day. 

“Jimin said tonight's double shot night at Crave,” he says casually, leaning the side of his body on the shelf Jungkook’s been facing. “You should come.”

Jungkook sighs. Pretty human boys should stop being this dumb. 

Hand stopping mid-air to get a new book, Jungkook raises both eyebrows. “Since when do you know Jimin?”

Taehyung scoffs. “I’m a regular, baby.” Then, of course, he winks. “Already forgot?”

Jungkook’s gaze travels directly to his neck. Tonight, there’s a purple mark there, very close to his nape, the tips of his blond hair help to cover it. The burning sensation that crosses Jungkook’s body is unpleasant, almost nauseating. He looks away, ignoring the bruise and ignoring the way his stomach churns and his gums itch.

“What do you say?” Taehyung wiggles his brows when Jungkook remains quiet. “First round is on me.”

“I’m good, thank you.” Jungkook turns his face down to the book in his hand, staring at the images like they’ll absorb him into the story and he won’t have to deal with Taehyung anymore.

As predicted, the decline it’s not enough to make Taehyung give up. The human takes a step forward, placing a hand on top of the manhwa in Jungkook’s hold so he doesn’t have an option but to look up at him.

Which is a really bad thing to do, because Taehyung is all sharp eyes and a coy smile right in front of his face. Equally annoying and pretty. 

Dumb human boys should stop being this pretty. 

“Come on, you look like you could use a drink.” Taehyung winks suggestively. 

It’s excessive and it’s corny, and Jungkook is so tired of this shit, but he gulps nervously. “I already had a bite today,” his voice comes out strangled, and he grimaces at the sound of it.

Taehyung purses his lips as he takes in Jungkook’s words. His face is more sober, and his next words are almost a huff. “You’re the first vampire I know who’s always full.” He pauses, giving him a confused glance. “Do you have a feeding partner?”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes widen, then he grimaces. The question is not absurd, but it does sound like the biggest unreasonable inquiry to his ears. He closes the comic, the pages smacking with a loud thud. “Of course not!”

“Oh, that sucks, huh?” Taehyung taps his chin with two fingers, mischief growing on his face. “Or not, actually. For neither of us.”

The annoying puns never seem to end with Taehyung. Jungkook has talked to him twice in his life and he’s already dead tired of them. Yes, his own pun is totally intended and actually amusing. The same can’t be said about Taehyung’s. 

He rolls his eyes. 

Taehyung’s insistence is not something perishable, but neither is Jungkook’s willingness to resist 

Putting the book back on the shelf, Jungkook rubs his forehead. “Look, wha— What do you want from me?”

“Isn’t it clear?” Taehyung asks with a huff.

“But why ?” Jungkook says exasperatedly. This might be fun and games for Taehyung, but it’s getting really exhausting for him. Interactions with humans are draining . “Why do you want me to bite you so bad?”

Taehyung looks at him with incredulity for a couple of seconds. It could come across as offense, but soon, his brow rises up and he clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side. “Why won’t you?”

Setting his jaw firmly, Jungkook shakes his head. “I asked you first.”

“I like it.”

The reply is simple, but it doesn’t answer Jungkook’s question. That Taehyung enjoys being bitten is obvious. The purple mark on his neck is there, evident even though Jungkook’s been trying to not look at it. What he cannot fathom is why this pretty and dumb, but dangerous human is so interested in being bitten by Jungkook.

He’s not what people expect from a vampire and, more importantly, he’s not interested in being that. He’s clearly not what Taehyung’s been looking for, despite his attempts to convince Jungkook otherwise.

“I’m sure there are a lot of vampires around who would love to help you with that,” he says, frowning. 

“Exactly!” Taehyung snaps his fingers. “So why wouldn’t you?! Don’t tell me I’m not your type.” He runs a hand through his hair, throwing his head to the side to display his neck blooming with purple marks. The discomfort in Jungkook’s stomach only grows at the sight. “I’ve been told I taste exquisite.”

There’s no doubt that’s the case. Just the sight of Taehyung’s veins popping out of his neck is enough to make his gums itch. His mouth waters, the faint taste of the B negative he had earlier pooling under his tongue. Jungkook swallows hard, setting a hand on another comic so the texture of the book ground him back to this public space.

“As I said,” Jungkook pushes the words out of his burning throat. “I’m full. I think it’s better if I go.”

He tosses the book on the shelf,  and runs towards the exit, mumbling apologies to the girl at the cashier when he bumps into one of the postcard stands. This time, he hears Taehyung’s petulant huff right before the door closes behind him.

***

Jungkook rushes to finish his drink before he reaches the auditorium. He walks in large strides, trying as best as he can to not outpace human speed.  He absolutely despises the looks it attracts when he acts like a vampire, especially in college, where every human seems desperate for a bite.

Stopping in front of the door, he tilts his head back and downs the remnants of his blood-infused soda — it’s B negative again, and he wants to drink it until the very last drop. When he tilts the cup to get that final sip, the ice chips slide to the rim, spilling the drink all over his chin.

Great.

He should’ve gotten a straw.

Jungkook wipes it clean with the collar of his hoodie, mentally blessing himself for only wearing dark clothes. It really makes a difference when all of your meals are made of crimson liquid that will ruin all of your nice shirts.

He throws the empty plastic cup in the bin and looks down at himself. His hoodie seems spotless, but the characteristic smell of B negative lingers around his nostrils.

Fucking great.

Jungkook wishes he could take a deep breath in to calm himself down, but if he does so, the chances of retracting his exposed fangs in the next minute are zero, and there’s no way he’ll enter a classroom with a hundred students with his fangs out. 

So he holds his breath instead.

He places a hand on the doorknob and tries to ignore the sharpness of his teeth scraping his bottom lip. In an attempt to dissipate the tension that accumulated in his muscles in the last five minutes, he rolls his shoulders. 

Thankfully the room it’s still fairly empty. Without holding eye contact with any of the few students seated in the front row, he runs to his usual seat in the back and opens his sketchbook. The smell is still lingering in his nostrils even though he hasn't inhaled in a while, but the less attention he pays to it, the faster his fangs will shrink back.

He starts with random patterns. It’s always like this when he doesn’t have something specific in mind. Jungkook simply lets his movements lead him. He lets his body take him where his brain isn’t paying attention like his hands have a mind of their own. 

It’s almost meditative, to see the running of the charcoal on the blank page, the lines and the traces. 

There aren’t many things that can get a vampire distracted. For Yoongi, it is classical music. Namjoon shuts the world around him down when he exercises. Jimin says nothing works for him, but Jungkook has seen how he gets absorbed into his own thoughts when he makes drinks. For Jungkook, it has always been drawing, since he was still human.

It was a relief after he turned, to notice that although everything had changed, at least one essential part of him had remained the same. Whenever he felt overwhelmed, he could always get a pen and a paper and empty his mind.

So Jungkook draws. He doesn’t really understand where the long lines are going but lets them run free anyway. Eventually, they’ll take shape. 

The dissonance of students arriving and accommodating themselves becomes white noise. It takes him maybe a full minute to notice that, alongside the chairs being dragged and the small talk, there’s an incessant noise of someone clearing their throat. 

The continuous noise finally registers in his brain, and Jungkook freezes the pencil on the paper. Slowly, he looks past the illustration.

The first thing Jungkook sees are the tips of black loafers. The second thing is endless legs in washed jeans. 

The breath he’s holding suddenly suffocates him. 

“What the fuck?!” Jungkook jolts back on his chair with a gasp. His grip loosens around the pencil, and it escapes his fingers, bouncing on the desk. When it hits the floor, the object rolls away. “What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you in this class!” He pauses, then points a threatening finger at Taehyung. “Are you stalking me?! I have pepper spray in my bag!”

Looking down at him with that ridiculous smirk, Taehyung places both hands on his hips. “As a vampire, is this really your biggest threat?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer — not that Jungkook has one to give. Without letting go of that defiant grin, he turns to pick up the dropped pencil. Taehyung bends himself forward way too slowly, making sure his ass is perched up in the air. 

Jungkook's hand curls around nothing. 

The smugness doesn’t leave Taehyung when he straightens his back and twists on his heels dramatically. His blond hair falls all over his face, and he shakes his head to brush his bangs away from his eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently, placing the pencil back on Jungkook’s desk. “Can’t a man be interested in human figure drawing?”

This is definitely too much bullshit and too many long legs at the same time for him to feel at ease. Alongside the faint smell of blood too close to his nostrils, Jungkook doesn’t think he could survive five more minutes of this, not when he feels sort of dizzy already.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook says carefully, gritting his teeth. “What are you majoring in?”

Holding a laugh, Taehyung says as he flutters his lashes. “Software engineering.”

This has to be a fucking joke. 

“So no, I don’t think that’s what you’re interested in.” 

The human mouth goes round, and he covers his lips with the tip of his fingers. “Oops. I guess I got caught.” And like he is surprised by it, Taehyung giggles at himself.

The laugh doesn’t even annoy Jungkook at this point, he’s past that. He rubs a palm on his face, a sharp pain circling his forehead when a weird urge to inhale invades him. It must be the blood on his shirt tricking his brain into indulging himself in a bit more of that sweet taste. 

Maybe if he closes his eyes for a second, everything will disappear and he’ll feel balanced again. He won’t think of necks and legs and sinking his teeth in them—

“Why are you taking this course? Aren’t you an illustrator already?” Taehyung’s voice pulls him out of his own intruding thoughts, voice shifting to a serious tone Jungkook hasn’t heard so far.

Jungkook snaps his eyes open in surprise only to find Taehyung glancing at his sketchbook. A flush creeps across his cheeks, and he hastily places his hands on top of the page. 

“I like to study,” he mutters, looking away to avoid the way Taehyung’s eyes sparkle with a newfound interest.

Humming, the human takes one step closer to his desk, analyzing Jungkook’s face with nothing but fascination in his eyes. “You’re a weird ass vampire, Jungkook.”

“So I’ve been told,” Jungkook deadpans, his stomach immediately dropping.

“Oh—”  Taehyung’s face falters. For the first time since they met, the human moves unsurely. He takes a step back, only to take another one forward. As if the movement gives back his crudeness, Taehyung clears his throat, bringing his thumb to his mouth to bite at his nail. “It adds to your charm, you know?

Blinking rapidly, Jungkook opens and closes his mouth in incredulity. “My what now?”

“You know,” Taehyung wiggles his fingers at Jungkook, “the whole gloomy vampire thing you’ve got going on.”

“I’m not gloomy.” Jungkook grimaces. 

Taehyung scoffs, planting both palms on the desk to lean forward, “Don’t fool yourself, gorgeous. The dark clothes, the mysterious attitude.” His eyes drop to Jungkook’s chest, then go back up just to stop at his mouth before meeting his eyes again. “Some people think it’s old-fashioned, I think it’s sexy.” He winks.

The breath Jungkook’s been holding leaves him when he shutters in nervousness. It’s the worst possible thing that could happen to him, the smell of his shirt hit him like a punch in the face. His gums itch, and he needs to — no, he has to stay in control. He can’t let his fangs expand in public like this, especially not in front of Taehyung. 

The last thing he needs is the human thinking he has his fangs out for him.

He presses his mouth closed, burying his face in his hands to avoid Taehyung's gaze at all costs. “Will you stop it?” 

The question doesn’t faze Taehyung the slightest, he puts his lips in a perfectly innocent pout. “Why?” The purity of his expression is betrayed by the impish in his eyes. “I love how you get all hot and bothered when I’m around.”

Jerking his head back, Jungkook does nothing but hisses, avoiding opening his mouth too wide. “Have you considered that I just get bothered ?”

Taehyung laughs joyfully, strands of blond hair falling over his eyes. “Oh, cute pie.” He bops Jungkook's nose, making him flinch. The touch is barely a real one, but it makes Jungkook’s whole body buzz. “For someone who’s bothered, you sure have been thinking a lot about me.”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide in surprise when the statement catches him off guard.  “Wha— What?” 

Just because he thought about Taehyung once or twice in the past couple of weeks, that surely doesn’t mean he’s thinking a lot about him. How would he know that anyway? Is he telepathic now? The last thing he needs is to be caught in a True Blood situation with Taehyung. He’s way too devilish to make good use of other people’s thoughts like Sookie—

“Your drawing,” Taehyung says, leaning forward and moving one of Jungkook’s fingers to the side. “It sure looks a lot like me, doesn’t it?”

Horror sinks into Jungkook’s stomach when he looks down at the paper to notice what’s engraved on it. In between his fingers, there are long legs, messy hair. The face is blank, but the sharpness of the jaw doesn’t leave room for confusion. 

It looks too much like Taehyung.

In haste, Jungkook shuts the notebook. His skin prickles hot, and he’s been away from the daylight for a very long time but he’s sure that’s the same feeling of getting burnt. 

“That’s okay, Jungkook.” Taehyung presses a palm on top of the closed sketchbook, pinning it to the table. He laughs again, the warmth of his breath fanning over Jungkook’s face. The movement brings the strong smell of his shirt back to his closed nostrils and flames of hunger lick his throat. 

Yes, that’s definitely what burning to death feels like. 

Taehyung pulls away with a mirthful grin. “You can deny as much as you want, but know I don’t take no for an answer.”

One last wink, and he walks backward towards the exit, leaving Jungkook gaping. His gaze pins Jungkook in place as if he was compelled to not move. 

It’s only when Taehyung turns away and walks out of the auditorium that Jungkook notices that the room is packed and his mouth is hanging open, his fangs on display for the whole classroom to see.

***

“Well, well, well. What a coincidence,” Taehyung’s melodic voice travels all the way to Jungkook through the not-so-loud techno music of the club. 

Jungkook grunts, thumping his head on the sticky surface of the bar counter. He wishes this was just another trick of his mind making him conjure Taehyung where the human is not present (he’s not proud but yes, it has been happening). But as he stares down, he finds white leather boots and loose brown slacks, swiftly moving as Taehyung sways his hips to the beat of the music, he knows this is pretty much real. There’s no way his imagination would come up with this particular fashion combination.

The human stops by Jungkook’s side, one ankle crossing over the other. “Can I have a virgin Sucker For You and also a virgin Fangs Out for my pal here?”

Jungkook snaps his head up at his words, directing a confused glance. “I don’t even like this drink,” he grunts.

In all honesty, he has no idea which drink this is. 

“I think I’ll change your mind,” Taehyung says, gingerly tapping his fingers on the bar surface, sounding too jubilant for an early Wednesday night.

“I don’t think you’re very good at that.” Jungkook sighs, bouncing his leg.

“Oh.” Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “He jokes.”

Jungkook snorts, shaking his head to the sides. “It's not a joke, at this point it’s basically a fact,” he says, watching as Namjoon prepares their drinks cautiously. He puts way less of a show than Jimin — too clumsy to throw things in the air carelessly. Jungkook feels him.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about it…” Taehyung says vaguely, chewing his bottom lip. The drumming of his fingers does not follow the beat, nor is the way Taehyung shifts from one leg to another. Almost as if he's nervous. 

Jungkook could simply ignore him. But unfortunately, he has learned there’s no ignoring Taehyung. 

“Fine Taehyung,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, purposefully biting the bait. His legs move even faster. “Why is that?” 

Too casually to actually believe in his own words, Taehyung says, “You know how the world is full of coincidences, right? Like meeting you here tonight—”

“That’s not a coincidence at all. I know Jimin is a snitch,” Jungkook interrupts, tilting his head to where Jimin is laughing with a customer. 

“Ouch, I wouldn’t call a supporter a snitch, but okay,” Taehyung lifts both palms up, then he drops them back on the counter, spinning on the stool to face Jungkook, “anyway, it’s just another bloody coincidence, but surprisingly…” There’s a pause in which Taehyung simply blinks at him in suspense, a closed-lip smile that is too candid to be honest. Jungkook doesn’t feel slightly curious, although something in his stomach flips. “I’m a B negative.” 

Jungkook’s whole body freezes, and that’s when Taehyung’s smile grows impossibly big in satisfaction.

It takes long seconds for the words to register in his brain fully, as a real sentence and not just as an abstract noise. His stomach sinks in his belly, and instinctively his throat burns. As he looks at Taehyung’s cocky grin, completely dumbfounded, he sort of wishes he was one of those fictional vampires that can turn into a bat just to run away from this new kind of torture Taehyung seems committed to. 

“You’re— B negative?” Jungkook repeats in a strangled voice just to be sure. It’s only when he says it out loud though, that he notices the faint smell of B negative lingering in the air.

“I am.” There’s another long pause. “ Exactly your type,” Taehyung enunciates every syllable with a click of his tongue and finishes off with a ridiculous wink.

The sound of glass hitting the wooden surface is what finally pulls Taehyung’s gaze away from Jungkook. Namjoon places both drinks in front of them, but instead of letting him go, Taehyung curls a finger at the bartender, calling him back.

“Would you mind helping me, darling?” He says with a mellow voice, propping his feet on the footrest of the high chair to lean his body over the counter. “Fangs out,” he says and Namjoon is already reaching for a new glass to make one more drink but Taehyung reaches forward, holding his wrist to stop him. Namjoon frowns at him, and then the human adds, “No, not the drink. Yours .”

Hypnosis is a thing a few vampires can do, but when Namjoon drops his mouth open with a dumbfounded expression and extends his fangs without further question, Jungkook believes Taehyung is totally capable of compelling people too. 

A low growl comes out from Jungkook’s throat before he can hold it back. He clasps a hand over his mouth, more like a slap if he’s honest, but it’s too late. Taehyung didn’t miss any of it. He looks over his shoulder, ass perking slightly up once again, and he grins. Enjoying too much putting on a show. “Don’t fret, dear.”

And then, he proceeds to place the tip of his forefinger right under Namjoon’s sharp fang. The vampire widens his eyes but doesn’t dare to move, too entranced by Taehyung’s charms and utter insanity to react properly.

The smell hits Jungkook first. Strong, sweet, intoxicating. Sharper than any bagged B negative he sensed before. It smells so much like Taehyung, like but a thousand times stronger. 

Then the visuals capture his attention: the thick drop of blood accumulating on the top of his print when Taehyung scrapes his finger on Namjoon’s fang. Rich crimson, small but thick. 

Jungkook’s throat stings.

“Thank you, darling,” Taehyung says to an awestruck Namjoon, blowing him a kiss. With a pleased smile, he plops himself back on the seat, twisting so he can face Jungkook, the bloodied finger raised in the air.

Jungkook tries his best to hold his breath, but it’s way too late. His body takes control of himself. There isn’t a single thought crossing his mind, only the smell causing his nostrils to flare and saliva to pool on his tongue around his extended fangs. 

Slowly, the human stretches his hand over the glass of Fangs Out , pressing the thumb on the pad, right under the cut, so thick drops of blood fall on Jungkook’s drink.

It’s torture to watch it. The crimson drops fall and disappear in the red liquid, with no indications of its existence except for the vigorous smell that seems to muffle all the other sensations around him. He tries to gulp dryly but his throat feels completely closed. 

Taehyung has a small wrinkle between his forehead and tongue trapped between his teeth in concentration. When he judges it’s good, he mixes the drink with the straw. 

“Hm, perfect,” he says proudly. Looking up at Jungkook through his long lashes, he drops his mouth open, tongue resting on his bottom lip as he slowly brings his stained red finger into his mouth. His lips curl tightly around it, sucking the last drops of blood coming from the superficial cut. 

Taehyung looks like he knows exactly what he’s doing at the same time Jungkook is pretty sure the human hasn’t the vaguest idea of what seeing a human licking their own blood does to a vampire.  

The twist in Jungkook’s stomach is a mix of unpleasant, ravenous hunger, and pure, intense arousal. It kicks him right in the lower belly, sending waves of electricity throughout his whole body. For the first time in his life, he’s thankful that the burn in his throat is so intense it distracts him from the twitch inside his pants.

Inside, a tidal wave is crushing him down. On the outside, Jungkook seems incapable of moving. 

His fingers clench on his lap. He looks down at the drink and up at Taehyung again. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until the room spins around him.

“Uh?” The human cocks his head to the side, slipping the finger out of his mouth with a pop. “Is he okay?”

Namjoon can’t offer much help to Taehyung’s confusion, standing completely bamboozled himself. His jaw is dropped and the rag he’s been holding is clutched on his chest for dear life. It’s Jimin, looking way too amused, who chimes in when he’s passing by.

“You might have broken them, Tae,” Jimin says with a giggle and resumes walking towards the far end of the bar to attend to the customers that Namjoon failed to notice.

Jungkook is aware that Taehyung can see the saliva pooling in his mouth, and can notice the desire in his eyes, but he can’t find it in himself to try to disguise it. 

For a vampire who’s pretty good at resisting human temptations, Jungkook is surely not having his best moment. 

Gradually, after what it feels like hours of internal battle with his own senses, he starts to function again. His fists uncurl, and he can hold his breath even though it fucking hurts to deny himself that amazing smell.

“How did you know?” He asks, eyes locked on the drink.

“I saw Jimin preparing your drink that first night,” Taehyung says, too proud of himself. He goes for his own drink, but then he notices his finger is still bleeding and brings it back to his mouth just for a quick moment. 

It’s just a quick lick, but it is long enough for Jungkook's brain to get the best of him and imagine what it would feel like to taste that blood directly from Taehyung’s mouth. 

S hit.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, captivated by the way he seems to have short-circuited Jungkook for the second time.

“I wonder how you deal with it,” Taehyung adds, this time, the teasing disguised as innocence is back in his voice. His specialty. “B negative is not easy to find around.” He flicks his hand in the air, and Jungkook watches the small cut on his finger moving in slow motion. “Is that why you’re always thirsty? Because you can never find someone good enough?” 

Someone like me? 

Taehyung doesn’t say it, but Jungkook can basically hear the implication when Taehyung flutters his lashes angelically like only the devil would be able to do. 

Scraping words from the bottom of his dry throat, Jungkook says in a pained voice, “I just drink what’s available.”

Taehyung slides down from the high chair, stepping closer. His tongue pokes his cheek, and he looks down at the drink he prepared. Still untouched. He twirls the straw inside the concoction, the smell moving in the air and reaching Jungkook even though he’s not breathing.

He studies Jungkook’s face attentively. A fierce gaze that makes Jungkook’s insides melt. How can a human cause so many feelings at once? Fucking hell.

“Never truly satisfying, is it?” He asks with a menacing smile. 

Jungkook stares hard at the drink in front of him, clenching his jaw so he doesn’t have to answer.

Even though the answer is on the tip of his tongue.

No.

Taking a step back, Taehyung cocks his head and hip to the side. 

“Ah, aren’t you gonna try it?” His eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth, and he runs a tongue over his own canine to indicate what he sees. “I can see you want to.”

Alarmed, Jungkook brings his hand to his mouth to cover his fangs. Not that he wasn’t aware they were out, he just forgot they were on full display .

“Don’t hide them, they’re sexy.” Taehyung winks, bringing his own glass to his mouth to finally take a drink. He doesn’t tear his gaze, waiting expectantly.

Jungkook blinks at him, then faces the drink again. His whole body buzzes, completely overwhelmed by Taehyung’s entire existence. 

Of all the ways Jungkook has made a fool of himself since he became a vampire, none has ever bothered him the way that being at Taehyung’s mercy does. He doesn’t mind being clumsy and messy, but he does mind that his body reacts like this whenever Taheyung is in the picture. Like Taehyung is the one who controls him.

Because in all truth, that’s exactly what happens.

But Taehyung doesn’t need to know he’s a complete loser. 

Jungkook wants to show he can handle this game the human is playing. So he reaches for the drink. Trembling fingers curling around the cold, tall glass.

Taehyung smirks impossibly bigger, eyes acquiring a new fiery glint. 

The vampire holds his breath and takes a small, modest sip. 

And that’s when Jungkook remembers that he is a complete loser. 

He cannot handle it at all.

A whimper leaves his throat even before he swallows the drink, the taste of absurdly fresh blood popping into his mouth like sweet, ripped fruit. 

It’s nothing like the bagged shit he’s used to. This is fresh, and intense in ways that he hasn’t had in… well, ever.

Looking caught and utterly embarrassed, Jungkook widens his eyes even more, feels all the blood from his body rushing to his face, and curses all the ways his very dead body still has a circulatory system working. Like he was burned by the drink, he puts it back on the table completely startled, the glass clicking on the wooden surface too loudly. 

“Careful, you don’t want to spill any drops, baby.” Taehyung laughs delightfully. The sound is too genuine to be part of his teasing, but he composes himself fairly quickly, replacing the pleasant face with another of those stupid smirks.

Seeming impossibly pleased with himself, Taehyung straightens his spine and walks past Jungkook. He seems to change his mind when he stops, takes a step back, and places a soft hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook’s so overwhelmed that the mere touch makes him flinch on the spot, body stiff as a board at the warmness of his palm.

“There you go,” Taehyung says, leaning closer to his ear. “ Good vamp .”

Jungkook’s breath catches in his lungs, another whiny sound building up in his throat at the words. Fuck , he didn’t even know that could work on him. 

“If you want more, you know where to find me.” Taehyung’s lips brush the shell of Jungkook’s ear before it goes away, leaving a tingly sensation that crosses his body from head to toe. 

Jungkook curls his fingers on the edge of the counter, trying to refrain from reaching for the glass. But the drink stares at him, almost alluring the way the red liquid sparkles under the ultraviolet lights of the club.

In an unthought but very expected move, he jolts forward, gripping the tall glass again. He almost chokes on the drink when he tries to gulp down the rest all at once, red liquid running down the corners of his mouth. 

He doesn’t even register when Jimin basses by, giggling at his public display of embarrassment. 

***

The hot water prickles his skin. Jungkook looks down at his arms, watches as the skin gets red until small blisters appear. 

It fucking burns. 

As soon as they come, they’re gone. But the boiling water keeps streaming, and the blisters keep popping and healing. Consecutively. 

Jungkook doesn’t enjoy self-inflicted pain and much less he’s one of those tormented vampires that engages with self-punishment routines. He’s broken in many ways but not in this particular one. 

Except this time the pain is the only way he found to ignore the constant burning in his throat that doesn’t go away ever since he had the faintest taste of Taehyung’s blood.

Besides being an expert in hypnosis, Taehyung must also be an alchemist because something in Jungkook's brain chemistry has been altered forever. All the blood bags he had after that drink didn't taste right, and no amount of feeding ceases the ravishing hunger that consumes his entire body. And worse, no matter what he does, nothing seems to appease the permanent flick of arousal in his groin.

He looks down and notices not even the scorching water helps deflate the erection between his legs. It insists on coming back every time he thinks of Taehyung wrapping his lips around his own finger.

Which might be happening more often than Jungkook would like given his brain’s refusal to have another thought. That’s just how damaged he is.

He isn’t sure if Taehyung knew what he was doing — probably yes, but in a very oblivious way. He wanted to seduce, to tease. And well, it fucking worked. 

Every time Jungkook closes his eyes, Taehyung is there, with his lips wrapped around his fingers, looking innocent in a way real Taehyung could never. Even when he tries to sleep to finally give his body a break from all these enhanced feelings and sensations, all the faces that pop up in his dreams are Taehyung’s.

It’s fucking exhausting. 

Just the other evening he was watching anime in peace at his own apartment when the character did the audacity of winking ! Annoyance hit so hard on his stomach Jungkook turned off the TV with a hiss. How dared Taehyung ruin his favorite anime, now? 

Things didn’t get easier when he walked downtown to go to class after that and saw this huge billboard of a model wearing leather pants. Jungkook huffed in irritation, wishing he could rip the whole thing off with his bare hands. The model didn’t look like Taehyung — quite the contrary, he looked very non-Taehyung and that was the problem. Shouldn’t models be beautiful like Taehyung? 

He has never paid any mind to any humans. He isn’t interested in them as food, much less interested in them as sexual partners. If there’s something Jungkook is absolutely not interested in is people in general. People require too many words, and he is not good at those. He’s even worse at handling all the overwhelming smells and sounds and feelings. It really drives him insane. 

And that’s exactly what Taehyung’s been doing, consuming all of Jungkook’s sanity. He doesn’t know how the human does it, how he makes himself present in Jungkook's mind and body even when he’s not around. It must really be some sort of sorcery. 

Jungkook isn’t quite sure how he got here but he hates himself for it anyways. He spent his whole life running away from humans, protecting himself from their mind games and complicated feelings to find himself here now, under a burning hot shower trying to control his dick. Pathetic . 

Irritation meets desperation, and he’s willing to do anything to distract himself from the overwhelmingness taking over his body.

With a frustrated groan, Jungkook places one hand on the wall and reaches for his aching cock with the other one. As the water burns the back of his neck, Jungkook releases himself on the tiles embarrassingly fast. 

***

Jungkook is a vampire of many mistakes.

Opening the curtains to see the sunlight in his first week as a vampire is what he calls a beginner's mistake . Trying to eat human food because he missed the taste of homemade cookies falls under the category of a naive mistake . Going on a hunger strike for two weeks just because he was fucking annoyed at being a vampire was considered a masochist mistake.

To be at the Crave again, observing Taehyung from a distance is a hundred percent what he would call a stupid mistake. 

Since early tonight, he knew nothing good would come from visiting the club, but he also couldn’t keep Taehyung’s stupid smirk and ridiculous long legs out of his mind. Much less the taste of his blood out of his system, so fresh, so pungent it ruined all the bags he tried to eat for dinner. 

And now, he can’t seem to dart his eyes from where Taehyung is seated to save his good damn life.

Well, good thing he’s already dead.

The human is sprawled on one of the sofas at the far end of the club, laughing and drinking with his friends. Jungkook doesn’t play games, but it feels like they’re in a silent competition, trying to steal glances without the other noticing.

Of course  Taehyung catches Jungkook staring every time.

Until he doesn’t.

The next time Jungkook looks at him over the rim of his glass, cheeks burning with embarrassment but veins buzzing with a weird thrill,  a tall, broad vampire is seated beside Taehyung. 

He’s so big he might as well be the Hulk and not a freaking vampire. There’s nothing gentle about him, especially when he leans closer to say something by Taehyung’s ear and his huge, veiny hands go straight to the human’s thighs.

He has no business touching those legs, but Taehyung’s face lights up in interest. That stupid cocky grin that he is so familiar with paints the human’s face — the one Taehyung always gives Jungkook .

Jungkook gulps down his drink. O positive tastes particularly horrific tonight.

He watches as Taehyung leans towards the vampire, long legs crossed one over the other, fingers trailing the man’s broad chest as he murmurs something to him.

A knot suddenly appears in Jungkook’s stomach, and he grits his teeth in disbelief when the vampire gets closer with fangs already exposed. The lack of fucking respect. Jungkook huffs, holding his drink firmly.

What he thinks is pure annoyance shifts to something fiercer, something that makes his chest pulse in anger when the vampire nudges at Taehyung’s neck in front of everyone. 

It’s not possible that this beast is going to bite Taehyung in the middle of the club. He considers calling Jimin or Namjoon to take care of this absurd situation, but he can’t find it in himself to look away from the scene unfolding in front of him. 

The vampire’s fangs scrape the skin of Taehyung’s exposed neck lazily as if he’s teasing the human. Jungkook holds his breath, his knuckles turning white as his grip on the glass tightens. The Hulk takes one deep breath, his lips curved up in what should be a smile but all Jungkook sees is a predator exposing his teeth to his prey.

It’s all red even before the vampire moves, and Jungkook feels a bubbling rage inside him that he has never felt before. The fangs are there, close, so fucking close to Taehyung’s neck, one millimeter away from ripping his skin and drawing blood. 

Taehyung throws Jungkook a glance, not a single sign of that cheesy smirk on his face. Just deep, dark eyes staring at him, something almost challenging in them. 

Jungkook’s fingers curl strongly on the glass when the vampire leans a little bit closer. He doesn’t want to watch it but he’s incapable of looking away.

Tortuously slowly, the vampire darts his tongue out, releasing a breath over Taehyung’s neck that makes his skin break in goosebumps. Jungkook watches in disbelief as Taehyung shivers, exposing his neck even further.

Rage ripples through Jungkook’s chest, a growl bubbling in his throat. He wants to scream at this beast who doesn’t have manners, at Taehyung for being stupid enough to give himself for a vampire like this, at the idea of someone tasting the blood that should be Jungkook’s—

The cracking noise hits Jungkook at the same time he feels his chest getting drenched. He jolts up on his seat, looking down, completely alarmed to find the glass he was holding gone from his grip.

Pieces of glass shatter all over the floor, his dark clothes completely wet and sticky with what was his drink before he smashed the glass between his prints. 

The alarm crossing his body begs him to react, but the shock keeps him rooted in place, staring at the floor.

“Are you okay?” Jimin’s voice pulls him up from his trance.

Jungkook snaps his head back, horror painting his face when he looks at Jimin. “I’m sorry— fuck , sorry!” 

“Don’t move,” Jimin says from the other side of the counter. “I’m coming to clean the glass.” 

His hands are still shaky as he watches Jimin wipe the floor clean. He tries to help, but his friend forbids him.

“Are you sure you okay?” Jimin asks, looking up at him as he wraps the last piece of glass on a paper.

“I— Yeah—” Jungkook stutters. Only when he hears his own voice does he realize all the other sounds around him? The faint music, the noise of people chatting. He’s in the fucking club still. 

Immediately, his eyes gravitate back to Taehyung, but find nothing but an empty seat.

A weird feeling spreads through his body. He can’t pinpoint what it is, but it sinks his chest down and makes his hands all tingly. 

“He’s in booth six,” Jimin says when he follows Jungkook searching gaze. “Got there with that big vampire a minute ago.”

“I wasn—” Jungkook doesn’t even finish, cut by Jimin's pointed look. 

Trying to tame the absolutely uncomfortable sensation swimming inside his chest, Jungkook curls back into his seat.

This is none of his business, Jungkook thinks as he bore holes into the door of booth number six. Taehyung is a grown up and he’s obviously really into being bitten, so if Jungkook isn’t going to offer him that, it is okay for him to search it somewhere else.

More than okay. It’s great ! Superb, really.

It’s great that humans are empowered enough to do what they want with their bodies.

It’s marvelous that Taehyung has found someone to keep himself busy and is not bothering Jungkook anymore.

If he can’t take his eyes off the booth, that’s completely unrelated to the fact that he is not cool with all this. Because he is. Super cool.

Jungkook smacks his lips, decides to go home even before he finishes the new drink Jimin offered him. Coming here was clearly a mistake.

He bids his goodbyes rushedly and walks out of the club through the back door with a strange sensation in his stomach. Maybe it was the O positive, he never really liked it. 

The cold night air is refreshing against his face, so he stands there for a while. It soothes the burning in his chest and throat a little bit. He kicks the gravel, the crunching noise under his foot mixes with the shrieking of the door being opened behind him. The sounds of the club interrupt the welcoming silence for a second before the door shutting mutes everything again.

“Fucking asshole,” he hears a familiar voice mumbling behind him, and turns on his heels so abruptly he loses his stance for a second.

Taehyung stands in front of him. An utter mess. His hair is disheveled, his face tight in a scowl. Jungkook can’t pay much attention to the details, not when his eyes are locked on Taehyung's hand cupping his neck. 

The human tries to walk away from the door, but his feet falter at each step. Before he can even think about it, Jungkook launches forward at full speed, reaching him just in time to hold his arm when he stumbles on his own feet.

“Taehyung?” Jungkook asks, alarmed “What happened?!”

Taheyung jolts the moment he feels someone touching him, ready for a fight, but then his face dissolves into a lazy smirk. “Oh, you.” He smiles, his eyes completely dazed. 

“Did he hurt you?” Jungkook hisses, inspecting Taehyung’s face. Even hidden by his palm, Jungkook can see blood smeared on his neck. The sight goes straight to his throat, but he grits his teeth, trying to control the urge to expand his fangs.  

“Asshole took too much. I said he could and he didn’t even hesitate.” Taheyung sighs. “Feeling dizzy, but should be good in a while. Just need to—” Taehyung starts but his legs fail on him. He wobbles like a tube man and lets go of his neck to find support at Jungkook’s arm. “I’m okay, I’m good!” he affirms, recovering his stance.

Jungkook freezes on the spot, the hand holding Taehyung by the elbow tightening.

“What?” Taehyung says when Jungkook keeps staring at him, rooted in place.

“The wound is still open,” he mutters through his clenched jaw, nostrils flaring even though he hasn’t been breathing for days now. 

“Oh.” Taehyung frowns, hand flying back to cup his neck. 

Jungkook looks down to where Taehyung held his arm, the marks of blood on his own shirt. It’s just a darker stain in the already dark fabric, nothing really alarming, but just the sight of it short-circuits his entire brain. Before Jungkook can help himself, he inhales. Deep and long. 

The smell coming from Taehyung is the most intense thing he has ever felt. 

Jungkook chokes on it. 

It's a thousand times worse than the small cut from the other night. Not even the fresh smell from the trees mixed with the fumes from the street behind them is enough to dissipate how strong the blood feels in his nostrils. Even if he could force himself to stop breathing now, he thinks the smell would be carved in his brain for days. 

He tenses every muscle in his body, and without meaning to, the tip of his fangs scrape inside his lower lip.

“Shit,” he hisses, watching as Taehyung takes the hand out of his neck again to look at his painted red fingers. Jungkook takes a step back, keeping his arm reached in case Taehyung needs support. “We might need to take you to the  ER.”

Taehyung looks at him like he has lost his mind. “ER would take hours, this is not serious.” He says in a careful, low voice.

“Of course it is, you’re bleeding!” Jungkook points a trembling finger at the wound.

The human takes his time to study Jungkook’s face for a long second. He flicks his tongue over his chapped lips, and says in a tiny voice, “You can also help me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the proposition, and he takes another step back. 

“Come on,” he pleads when Jungkook doesn’t offer him a proper reply.  “Are you gonna leave me bleeding?”

There’s a new softness in the request that throws Jungkook off his axes. Taehyung isn’t blinking seductively or smirking, he’s basically pouting. 

Jungkook stares at him blankly, a million thoughts crossing his mind at the same time. Who is this vulnerable person in front of him? Because there is no resemblance between this pouty and lost Taehyung and the dangerous Taehyung who offers himself to vampires besides the fact they have the same face. Will he be okay if Jungkook runs away? Because he really needs to get the fuck out at the same time he can’t simply leave this defenseless version of Taehyung here. What if the asshole comes back? Jungkook could certainly punch him once before The Hulk beats the life out of him. 

It’s all too much, his head hurts and his hands tingle and his throat burns. Jungkook feels really close to catching on fire even though he’s not even remotely close to the sun.

He sighs in frustration, pushing his hair back with all ten fingers. It’s the second dumbest idea of the night, because when he lifts his arm, the sleeve stained with blood is just there, too close to his nose.

He stiffens, reminded of his fangs scraping the soft skin of his mouth. Fuck. He drops his arms like he was burned.

“Will you help me or not?” Taehyung asks once again, impatience replacing the sweetness from before. He taps his foot on the gravel, cocking his hips to the side and that’s the Taehyung Jungkook recognizes. “I can ask someone else, if you don’t want to,” the teasing is back in his voice, not as ravenous as the other times, but still there.

Like he was just punched in the gut, Jungkook gasps. His blood boils for the second time tonight and all becomes red in front of him — and not because of the blood. 

“No!” he basically yells, stepping forward in a completely impulsive movement that puts him even closer to the source of his despair — the sweet, intoxicating blood coming from Taehyung’s neck. Immediately, he moves back.

A victorious smile spreads on Taehyung’s face. “What’s that? Jealous to have someone else licking my neck?”

“No, I— I—-” Jungkook pauses, frustration growing inside him. “I just don’t want you to be at risk again.” 

“Right,” Taehyung says, licking his lip to bite back his impossibly stupid smirk. “Well…”

The human ignores the distance Jungkook has put between them and steps forward, invading all of his senses. The human brings a hand to this hair as if to push it back, but his fingers lock into the strands and he pulls his head to the side, exposing his neck. 

The stripe of blood runs down the length of Taehyung’s neck. It’s not much, but it’s enough to soak the collar of his shirt.  Jungkook stares at it so hard his vision gets blurry. Yet, he can see in detail the blood is already coagulated around the puncture wounds, the tiny amount of vampire venom enough to not make it a lethal bite. 

It won’t heal as fast as it would with a good lick, but it won’t take long for it to close fully. 

Taehyung inhales a sharp breath as he waits, anticipation crossing his face. Jungkook watches his chest rising and falling heavily and sees in the human’s movements a reflection of his own.

If his heart could beat normally, it would be bursting out of his ribcage — much like Taehyung’s sounds in his ears right now.

Jungkook can feel himself moving without intending to like his chest is being tugged. From the pit of his stomach to his throat, everything in Jungkook aches for the sweet relief only blood can give him. Like his mind has offered all the control to his body, Jungkook inhales deeply again.

And Jungkook is a vampire of many mistakes, and that’s just another stupid one for his list.

This close, the smell is so strong it clouds all his thoughts. A low, animalistic growl vibrates in his throat. It should scare Taehyung, make him alarmed. Instead, it brings goosebumps to the length of his arms. 

Jungkook watches in astonishment how the human reacts so wrongly to this. He ignores that he, too, is responding completely incorrectly to the situation. His mouth drops open, saliva pooling under his tongue and gums itching for relief as he feels ready to take what’s his. 

The thrill that runs over Jungkook’s body is not known by him, and so it’s not the exhilaration oozing from Taehyung’s body. In any other person, it would come followed by a sour taste of stress or fear. Tonight, the thrum of his heartbeat comes with an intoxicating smell of excitement. 

And that’s when Jungkook realizes this is wrong.

As if touched by sunlight, he jumps back. Everything buzzes and spins, he’s not used to moving this fast or having his mind this clouded, but he has to focus on the task in his hands: to clean the cut. He knows inside the club there’s a first aid kit with gauze and antiseptic, but his mind cannot reach that far. Instead, he reaches for the long sleeve of his shirt and rips it off. The blood stain Taehyung left there ruined it anyway. 

Taehyung frowns in confusion, a little impatient huff escaping his lips. “What the—”

His words trail off when Jungkook loops the sleeve over his neck like a scarf, and ties it firmly. “Okay, this should help for now,” he says dumbly, dropping his shaky hands limply to the side.

The dark fabric covers the blood but he can still see it on the collar of Taehyung’s shirt, and can still smell it in the air even without sucking a breath in.  Jungkook cringes at himself. He really needs to go.

Jungkook takes another cautious step back, but Taehyung reaches forward. He drops his eyes to Jungkook’s arm, the exposed full sleeve, surprise crossing his face for a second before he looks back up. “Oh, dear, not yet,” Taehyung says, shaking his head. He lifts his hands, stained red fingers wiggling in front of Jungkook’s face. “Unless you want to rip the rest of your shirt, I need help to clean this,” he pouts. 

Jungkook’s cheek burns and he barely has time to properly react to the words. Taking another firm step forward, Taehyung presses his index and middle finger on his lower lip, pulling the soft flesh down and forcing his mouth open. 

Somewhere in his mind, there’s a voice shouting run! but it’s too late. Frozen in place, his lips part instantly as if commanded by the human. Taehyung’s fingers slip inside, scraping his bottom teeth and resting on top of his tongue. 

And Jungkook is a vampire of many, many mistakes, but this might be his biggest one so far. 

The tip of his tongue brushes over the blood plastered on Taehyung’s skin. He has never done it before, but now he gets why vampires are the way they are. To taste the blood directly from the source is nothing compared to tasting it inside a drink, even if equally fresh. Much less compared to the bagged stuff. The warmth of Taehyung’s skin transforms the flavor into something pungent, the salt of his sweat enriches it. 

It’s pure, it’s strong, it’s rich.

It’s devastatingly good. 

More devastating is to realize Jungkook has never tasted anything like this before.

The human breath hitches, and his free hand grips Jungkook’s shirt as if to be sure he’s not going to run away. 

And Jungkook is far too gone to think about leaving.

Taehyung’s eyes drop to stare at his mouth, and he gasps a low “ fuck.” A jolt of arousal crosses Jungkook's body and he has no idea what to fucking do with it besides moving forward to take more of the fingers into his mouth. 

He wraps his lips tightly around them, swirling his tongue inside, a guttural sound growing in his throat.

When Taehyung lifts his gaze back up, Jungkook is welcomed with impossibly blown pupils. 

His throat doesn’t burn as bad as before, but Jungkook feels on fire. It’s the way his fangs scrape over Taehyung’s fingers that makes arousal swirl inside him more violently than before. One wrong movement and Taehyung would be bleeding inside his mouth. The worst part is, Taehyung would absolutely love it.

The human presses his fingers down on his tongue for a brief second before sliding them out of his mouth, seeming completely fascinated by the way Jungkook’s lips are pliant to his wishes. He slides his prints over the flesh of Jungkook’s bottom lip, pulling it down and down until he lets it go with a pop.

The sudden emptiness of his mouth feels awful, and a needy whine bubbles on his chest. It crawls up Jungkook’s throat and escapes his mouth at the same time his lips turn into a pout, eyebrows scrunching in displeasure.

The undignified noise echoes around them like it’s coming from somewhere else. When Jungkook notices it came from no one other than himself, his eyes go wide in alarm. His hand flies to his mouth, but it’s too late. The wailing sound resonates between them pathetically. 

Embarrassment falls over Jungkook like a heavy blanket.

For some reason, it only makes the fascination in Taehyung’s eyes grow. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Taehyung drags his voice out in what sounds almost like a moan. His lopsided grin doesn’t allow space to doubt he’s having the time of his life. “You cannot say I’m not your type anymore, can you?”

The cockiness in his tone sobers him up in a second. He looks at Taehyung’s neck, at the ridiculous patch of fabric tied around it, wondering what it would taste like to get blood straight from his neck and dart his tongue— 

Jungkook’s fists curl into fists when frustration and shame grow inside him. He knows Taehyung is a brat, but this is beyond good sense.

He takes another step back, he cannot be this close to Taehyung, but he’s stopped by a brick wall. This is fucking suffocating.

“Are you fucking insane?!” Jungkook asks sharply when reality comes crashing at him with full force.

“What?” Looking offended, Taehyung takes a step back and frowns.

“You’re here,” Jungkook gestured around them, “all alone with another vampire, putting yourself at risk for the second time tonight .” Jungkook spits the words, his voice coming more like a growl and he absolutely hates how he’s sounding right now.

“I’m not putting myself in danger,” Taehyung huffs in annoyance, stomping a foot on the ground. 

“Look at yourself!”

“This is a public place! I know everyone inside.” He points at the closed door behind them. “I might be horny, but I’m not stupid.” 

Jungkook scoffs, throwing his head back and closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to see the stains of blood on Taehyung’s shirt. “Sounds pretty stupid to me to be offering your neck to unknown vampires.”

“I know you,” he deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“No, you don’t!” Jungkook yells. The burning of arousal and thirst is now a burn of anger inside his chest, and Jungkook despises being angry. It’s the first step to becoming someone he does not want to be. 

“Well, I had to offer it to someone else if you’re not gonna take it,” Taehyung says petulantly, then he gives Jungkook a challenging glance. “Even though your fangs are always out, just waiting for the opportunity to taste me.” 

Jungkook grunts, clenching his teeth until his head hurts. “You should be careful,” he mumbles through his gritted jaw.

“Oh, god!” Taehyung rolls his eyes, spreading his arms to the side as he throws his head up to the sky.  His neck glistens under the yellow lights of the street. “Baby, this is my first and only time being alive, lemme have fun, okay?”

“I wouldn’t call putting your life at risk having fun, Taehyung.” 

Used to Taehyung’s teasing tone, Jungkook is caught off guard when the humans sound utterly annoying.

“Boo-hoo, I’m a brooding vampire,” he wiggles his fingers in the air before dropping his arms to the side, “for your information, the guy noticed in time, apologized, and tried to help. I just told him to fuck off anyway.”

Jungkook laughs a little too manically at that. Has Taehyung heard himself? “Apology is not enough! You could have died.”

Taehyung sighs, long and tired. “Chill, Jungkook. The times have changed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He frowns at Taehyung.

“I know you’re not into feeding clubs, probably get your bites from people you know already.” He rolls his eyes, not hiding the irritation in his words. “But these clubs exist because they are safe,” Taehyung says with his chest puffed up, flicking his hand in the air as he speaks. “I don’t know how you used to do in the eighteen hundreds, but nowadays is a-okay to want to be fed on, okay?” 

The words don’t make any fucking sense to Jungkook right now, and he has absolutely no idea why Taehyung is giving this whole ass speech like Jungkook offended him greatly.

Jungkook grimaces. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“Talking about how judgmental you are about humans offering themselves to vampires,” he replies defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. “It must suck for you to not have the thrills of the chase like you did centuries ago, uh?”

The frown on Jungkook’s face gets deeper, and he blinks at Taehyung, completely vexed. “Are you insane? I never chased anyone, much less centuries ago ”

Taehyung’s guarded posture falters. “What?”

“I’ve been a vampire for just over a decade,” Jungkook explains with a tired sigh. “I saw feeding clubs being created. When I was human! ” He points at the club behind them. “I know it’s fucking a-okay to want to be fed on, I’m not a conservative prick!”

Taehyung blinks too fast in incredulity, his arms falling limply on his sides. 

“You what?!”

“I know, okay?” Jungkook pushes his hair back with both palms, exhaustion creeping into his bones. “I might be a little conservative in that sense, but not because I don’t think you should do whatever you want with your body—”

“No, no!” Taehyung waves a hand. “Wait a sec. Let’s recap.”

“What?”

Taehyung takes a step closer, squinting at Jungkook. “You turned this century?” 

Jungkook isn’t following, he opens and closes his mouth several times before he replies with a shy, “Yes?”

“So you’ve never had to chase and hypnotize people to get blood?” Taehyung asks, finger lifting in the air and gazing up as if he’s doing mental calculations

“No, of course not. Jeez.” Jungkook scrunches up his nose in disgust. Just the thought of chasing people makes him nauseous. Imagine the mess. “There were blood banks everywhere when I turned.” 

Realization crosses Taehyung’s eyes, his whole face brightening. “Is that what you’ve been doing? Getting your food from blood banks?”

“Yes?” Jungkook stares at Taehyung in disbelief. Isn’t that obvious? It takes an average person about two seconds to realize that about Jungkook, Seokjin has told him before.

“Every time I offered you said you already had a bite.” Taehyung frowns. 

“As in I had eaten already .”

The frown doesn’t disappear from Taehyung’s face. In fact, it only grows deeper. “But not from a human?”

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t drink directly from humans.”

The human nods slowly, then he stops and gives Jungkook another puzzled glance. “Then what the hell are you doing at a feeding club?”

Jungkook sighs. “Because Jimin is my friend and he’s annoying but he makes good drinks.”

“So you come here to have drinks, like, literal drinks,” Taehyung repeats, and Jungkook nods. “But never to drink, you know,” he points at his own neck and clicks his tongue.

“Oh, god.” Jungkook groans in frustration, throwing his head back. “We’re running in circles here!”

And just like that, Taehyung laughs.

A full, bright burst of laughter fills the night air around them like the most alluring sound Jungkook has ever heard. 

For some reason, it makes him even more annoyed. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“You’re a baby vamp ! That’s so damn cute!” Taehyung squeals, clapping his palms in front of his chest. “A vampire who’s all bark no bite.” 

“It’s called fledging. ” Jungkook grimaces and huffs. “And I’m not all bark!”

“No, you aren’t all bark,” Taehyung says, eyes flicking with amusement, “I just didn’t want to miss the joke.” 

“This one doesn’t even make sense, it’s a werewolf joke!” He huffs what could be mistaken by a laugh and to his own surprise, Jungkook finds himself actually a little bit amused. 

Taehyung follows with a light giggle, tucking a strand of blond hair behind his ear. “It made you laugh anyway,” he says simply. Then, he hesitates for a second, seems nothing like the person Jungkook is used to when he looks down and kicks the gravel. “Is that why you’re always nervous around me?” He gives Jungkook a quick glance, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

“I’m not—” Jungkook starts defensively, but then he gives up on his lie. It’s not like Taehyung won’t catch it right away. “Yes.”

Taehyung stares at him with a newfound interest. There’s nothing predatory like before, no teasing or danger in his features. He just looks… curious . 

“But… why?”

“It’s complicated, I don’t—” Jungkook sighs, looking away. He never talks much about himself, but maybe if he’s honest Taehyung will understand and give up on trying to make a fool of him. He really needs his days to go back to normal, with no burning throats and uninvited erections. “Well, there are some reasons. The first one is the way I was raised. I—” He cuts himself and his eyes meet Taehyung’s, waiting patiently for the first time. Jungkook sighs. “I grew up in this community, my parents are kind of hippies—”

“And you dress like this?” Taehyung says in shock, splaying a hand in front of him. “

Jungkook palms his ruined black shirt and looks down at his black cargo pants and stomper boots. “Like what?” 

“An emo kid?” Taehyung directs him this funny look that actually makes him look… adorable. “All the black and the full tattoo sleeve?”

Jungkook is caught by surprise at his own thoughts. Taehyung is not adorable, he’s utterly, purely annoying. 

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said I was raised by hippies, not that I am one of them!”

Taehyung giggles, nose scrunching up and eyes squeezing shut. 

“That’s all? You’re a peace and love kind of guy?” Taehyung raises his hand in a V sign.

Jungkook swallows hard because of course that’s not all of it. Except he doesn’t know how to explain without making himself look more lame than he already does. Something heavy sits on his stomach —he almost wishes it was hunger this time.

“When I was turned,  I didn’t really— I—” He shakes his head the moment images of that night pop into his mind. Young and curious Jungkook wanting to know about the famous thrill of being bitten by a vampire. “The point is, I don’t like the idea of putting someone’s life at risk so I can eat.”

“But you won’t put anyone at risk.” Taehyung frowns. “There are cameras and security here.” He gestures around him and Jungkook follows, spotting at least three cameras. “And I’ve been fed on so many times, I know how much I can give.”

The naivety of Taehyung’s words annoys the hell out of him, but it’s the last bit of his answer that makes Jungkook absolutely sour. His head pounds and he curls his hands into fists. “I could! I am a vampire Taehyung, I can outpower you in seconds, I can break those fucking cameras and kill you!” Jungkook gasps for air as he speaks, “No matter how many times you’ve done this!”

Taehyung frowns, reaching a hand when he notices he has hit a nerve “Hey—”

Jungkook takes a step to the side, dodging the touch. “You got what you wanted, okay?” He tilts at Taehyung's cleaned fingers. “I just— Leave me alone.” He sighs, there’s something really weird in his body that doesn’t feel like hunger but he isn’t sure what it is either. “I need to go.”

Taehyung calls his name again, but Jungkook shuts his eyes closed and does what he absolutely despises, he bolts at lightspeed like a fucking vampire.

***

Crave is completely empty when Jungkook pushes the door open. It’s expected for a Monday, the only day of the week the feeding club is closed. Jungkook steps inside, his feet echoing in the silent room. It’s creepy as hell, but he tries to remember that he’s the most dangerous thing that can be found here.

Which is partially true. He can always find a massive spider to prove him otherwise.

“Jimin?!” He shouts into the silent club. It’s so weird to see the lights out, to not hear any faint techno music playing. Empty like this, it smells of sweat and cleaning products, and not of alcohol and blood. His nose itches. The smell of strong cleaning products can be an assault sometimes, he doesn’t know how Jimin and Namjoon manage to be around it all the time. “I swear to god if the emergency is not a stake in your heaAAAA—”

“Hi, Jungkook.” Out of nowhere, Taehyung appears by his side, a gentle touch on his shoulder that makes Jungkook jump on the spot.

“Are you fucking trying to kill me?” He shouts, bringing a hand to his chest even though his heart is not racing. It surely feels like it is when he had the biggest jump scare of his life.

Taehyung laughs, delighted and mirthful like he always does. “Bit late for that, don’t you think, baby vamp?”

“Don’t call me that.” Jungkook glares at him before searching around the club. He scrunches his nose, the chemicals of the cleaning products making it burn. “What are you doing here? Where’s Jimin?” Then he grows worried. “He said there was an emergency.”

Mischief takes over Taehyung’s face when he brings his thumb to his mouth and bites his nail. “Oh, there is. It’s me. Hi, I’m the emergency.”

Slowly, Jungkook studies him from head to toe. He looks completely fine in his usual loafers, washed jeans, and a loose olive green button-down. The bite mark on his neck has faded, barely purple anymore. Jungkook frowns. “You don’t look like you need any help.”

“Well, I don’t,” Taehyung points at him, “but you do.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m here to help you.” Taehyung smiles brightly, clasping his hands in front of his chest. 

Jungkook looks blankly at him. “I feel that I shouldn’t ask.”

Taehyung curls a lock of blond hair around his finger. “You don’t have to, silly, you know I’m gonna tell you anyway.” 

Weirdly, when Taehyung winks, Jungkook doesn’t feel absolutely repulsed by it. The feeling catches him by surprise, and he grimaces just to make a point.

“Right.”

Taehyung inhales deeply, looks almost hesitant for a second. Almost . Because the next thing Jungkook knows, he’s clasping a warm hand around his wrist and pulling him further into the club.

“Welcome to Feeding 101 ,” he says enthusiastically. “In today’s class, you're gonna learn that feeding doesn’t mean hurting.”

Jungkook stops dead in his tracks. “Okay, I’m leaving.” He yanks his wrist out of Taehyung’s grip easily and turns on his heels. 

“Jungkook, no! Wait!” Taehyung circles him, stopping Jungkook with a hand on his chest.

He looks down at Taehyung, long fingers splayed on his pecs, and feels his chest fluttering. Isn’t his heart supposed to be as dead as his body?

“You know why I do this?” Taehyung’s voice pulls him out of his confusing thoughts. “Why I like to get bitten?”

“Because you have zero sense of self-preservation,” Jungkook deadpans, taking a step back to get rid of the human’s warm touch. He rubs the back of his palm over his nose, what the fuck does Jimin use here?

Taehyung rolls his eyes but doesn’t look annoyed. There’s a gentle smile on his face that looks way too soft for someone so deranged. “No, because it feels really, really good,” he says. “Not just for you, but for me too.” Taehyung takes a step closer, and Jungkook feels forced to stop breathing. “I wanna show you that drinking from a human isn’t as risky as you think it is.”

“You wanna show— You wanna show me ?” Jungkook stutters with a frown. He prepares himself to be assaulted by the familiar burning hunger in his throat, but instead, his chest fills even further with the weird fluttering. What the hell is happening? Where’s the burning?

“Yes,” the human affirms, placing both hands on his hips. “In practice.”

This is certainly the biggest absurdity he has ever heard in his entire life. One thing is humans offering themselves to vampires for fun, another thing is a human trying to fucking teach a vampire how to feed.

If Jungkook was like other vampires, he would feel extremely embarrassed now, offended even. A lifetime of being the most awkward vampire around has made him immune to it, so he just stares at Taehyung for a long amount of time. He waits for him to burst out laughing and tell him this is a big joke. 

But the human doesn’t.

Instead, Taehyung keeps staring at Jungkook without an ounce of amusement in his face.

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he replies, and then he presses his lips to hold back a smile. “I take my blood kink very seriously, Jungkook.” When Jungkook does nothing but gives him a pointed glance, Taehyung sags his shoulders. “Come on, I really wanna help you.”

Jungkook should be annoyed, but at the sight of Taehyung’s pout, he simply feels tired. “I don’t think there’s a way of helping me, Taehyung.”

“That’s nonsense.” Taehyung takes a step forward instinctively, then notices Jungkook almost flinching at the proximity and takes a step back again. “You just need someone who’ll be patient and kind to you.”

The new kind of dance startles Jungkook. Taehyung isn’t here tonight for the chase, and the realization leaves Jungkook even more lost. Who is this person and why is he being so nice to him?

Jungkook sighs, tucking his long hair behind his ears. “It’s more complicated than that I—” he darts his eyes away to the empty club. Without the red lights, it almost looks like a regular tacky bar. “This is not who I wanna be.”  

“This as in Jungkook ?” Taehyung ducks his head down to show up in Jungkook’s line of vision. 

“This is as in a predator .” 

Taehyung laughs softly, hooking the tip of his fingers under Jungkook’s chin to make their gazes meet. The gentleness of the touch makes Jungkook shiver. Besides Yoongi, nobody ever touches him this delicately. 

“Baby, I don’t think you qualify as that.” 

Jungkook frowns at him. The touch under his chin is suddenly gone, and he finds himself leaning forward to chase for it. 

Shocked by his own actions, Jungkook squares his shoulders to put distance between them again. “I’m a vampire.”

Taehyung doesn’t tease the obviousness of his statement or make any ridiculous jokes. He just tilts his head to the side in curiosity, a close-lipped smile that makes the flutter in Jungkook’s chest even worse. He wants the burning back, at least he’s used to that. 

“Yes, you are,” he says. “But you’re also a big softie. A little stubborn, yes, but mostly soft and quirky.” Taehyung giggles at himself, casting Jungkook an unreadable look. “It takes more than having sexy fangs to become a predator, baby vamp.” Then Taehyung pauses with a quizzical grin. “Mosquitoes also suck blood. Do you consider them predators?”

Jungkook gapes, rapidly blinking at him. “Are you seriously comparing me to a mosquito?” 

“If it makes you feel less self-conscious about yourself?” Taehyung laughs lightly. “You bet I am.”

To see Taehyung’s face splitting into a soft giggle is enough to make Jungkook laugh as well. Perhaps this is the first time since he became a vampire that his guards are down beside a human. It’s dangerous, but also it makes him feel so light. “You’re just saying that so I bite you,” he whispers, looking down at his own shoes.

“Well, that too.” Taehyung nudges him on the shoulder. “But you’re a good person, Jungkook. I don’t think you should punish yourself for being who you are.”

Without realizing it, Jungkook takes a step closer. He chews his inner cheek, his whole body buzzing with adrenaline. It must be the cleaning products messing with his brain, because he says next, “Wha— What’s your idea?”

Another of those devastating smiles, and Taehyung leans closer to his ear. “Come to a booth with me.” 

Jungkook’s whole body freezes, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the human. Slowly, Taehyung catches hold of his hand, fingers gingerly tracing Jungkook’s palm. The touch is as grounding as it’s overwhelming, makes his whole body thrum at the same time it erases the whole room around them.

Jungkook inhales deeply to calm himself. Funny enough, the only smell his brain registers is Taehyung’s.

“It’s safe, okay?” Taehyung reassures. “I’ll have the emergency button and Jimin is in the back room just in case.” 

This is surely the worst idea Jungkook has ever heard, but in a matter of seconds, he finds himself in one of the feeding booths. 

The interior is as corny as he imagined. Crimson walls covered with mirrors and a scarlet couch. The lamp in the corner is warm and dim, casting this weird illumination that makes the room an unimpressive imitation of those BDSM dungeons. Why does traditional vampire aesthetics need to be so… unappealing?

Jungkook is about to say this place was certainly designed to ruin a vampire’s appetite when Taehyung turns on his heels after shutting the door. One hand works the first two buttons of his shirt open, exposing the golden skin of his neck and collarbones. 

And Jungkook’s throat fucking burns. 

Okay, maybe the room doesn’t ruin anything after all. 

He gasps, taking a step back. The back of his legs hits the edge of the couch, and he falls seated. Taehyung smirks, nothing soft in his face when his dark eyes travel his body up and down. He looks as hungry as Jungkook.

Jungkook wipes his hands on his pants. They can’t get clammy with sweat, but his whole body feels so warm his palms might be melting now.

Taehyung moves slowly, breaking his hip to the side with each step of his long legs. Jungkook isn’t sure where to look, his thighs, his exposed chest, or his greedy face. 

In the end, he doesn’t have to decide. Taehyung places both hands on his shoulders and straddles him on the couch.

Is it always this fast? Shouldn’t they talk first? Theory before practice and all? 

“Is this really necessary?” Jungkook gulps dryly, eyes locked into Taehyung’s collarbones. 

Taehyung blinks his thick lashes at him, eyes so dark and hooded it makes him wonder if he is really human. He surely can be mistaken for an incubus or any other sexual demon that might exist.

“It’s easier like this, baby,” he says in a low voice that reaches Jungkook’s ears a little muffled. The heat coming from his body is so intense the vampire has a hard time adjusting. 

He adjusts himself in the seat, almost squirming. All the people he has hugged since he turned were freezing cold. He doesn’t know what to do with a lap full of warmness.

“That— That’s how you do it? You know, with other people?” Jungkook asks but regrets right away. 

Taehyung smiles, looking down at him with interest. “No, not always.” 

Jungkook nods, the answer doesn’t really help his uneasiness.

Taehyung seems to notice his discomfort. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he says, although very little inside Jungkook feels okay. His mind is so clouded that he watches as if he’s out of his own body as Taehyung takes one of his hands. He caresses his tattooed knuckles briefly, humming in interest. Then, he brings Jungkook’s fingers to his neck and places it over his pulse point. 

It’s not like Jungkook can’t hear the strong thump of Taehyung’s heart beating out of rhythm, but feeling it thrumming under his prints is a whole other experience.

Jungkook’s fingerprints ache, the unsteady thump thump buzzing through his own skin. He feels so dizzy he barely notices his fangs extending without warning.

“I am a bit too, see?” Taehyung asks, raspy voice coming out a little broken. “How fast it’s beating.”

Jungkook blinks up at him, mouth so parched he thinks he won’t be able to speak.

“Does—Does being bitten make yo-ou feel like this?” He asks dumbly.

Taehyung huffs a small laugh, letting go of his hand. “No, Jungkook.” His eyes pierce him, so intensely Jungkook feels pinned in place. “ You make me feel like this.”

It’s stupid to think Taehyung is being honest, he must use this line with everyone to get what he wants, but Jungkook shivers from head to toe. 

Moving with caution, certainly to not startle Jungkook, Taehyung leans forward, stretching his neck to him. “We can start slow, you can just feel it first,” he whispers. 

It doesn’t matter how many times Jungkook lied to himself saying he wasn’t interested in Taehyung. This time he can’t feign it. Taehyung's warm body is like a magnet, pulling him closer. His smell so alluring Jungkook can’t conceive one coherent thought.

All the controlling techniques he imposed over his body through the years fade in the thick air around when his trembling hands rest on Taehyung’s thighs. Unsure of how to properly do this, Jungkook leans closer. There’s no resistance in himself when he runs his nose over the skin of Taehyung’s neck and takes the deepest inhale he has ever taken.

The human releases a breath that is something between a laugh and a hum, and offers a small encouraging sound following right after.

Sensing the permission, Jungkook opens his mouth slowly. His fangs expand naturally, but Jungkook does his best to ignore them. The tip of his tongue runs over his chapped lower lip first, cold and rough, just to meet the smooth warmth of Taehyung’s skin next.

Taehyung gasps in anticipation, probably expecting something different, but Jungkook is not in a hurry. The burn in his throat is intense but he didn’t deny himself from this for over a decade to rush it now.

Moved by the overwhelming feeling that comes from his guts, Jungkook darts his tongue out, licking a long, dragged strip from Taehyung’s collarbones all the way up. There’s no blood, a small groan builds on his chest and escapes his mouth before he can do anything about it. It’s pained, desperate. Absolutely nothing sexy about it. It should be a turn-off, but Taehyung seems to thrive on the noise. He inhales sharply again, fisting one hand in Jungkook’s hair to encourage him further.

His lips brush over the pumping vein in the human’s neck, and he places a kiss right on top of it. His lips tingle when Taehyung’s skin breaks into goosebumps. 

“So warm,” Jungkook whispers without noticing, keeps rubbing his lips over Taehyung’s neck. 

“Jungkook…” Taehyung whines, tugging at Jungkook's hair.

Under his tongue, he feels the quickening pulse of Taehyung’s vein, so terribly close to his fangs. The next groan that escapes his throat is more feral like it doesn’t come from him at all. 

The heat in his throat travels all the way down to his groin, and he pulls Taehyung against his chest. Their crotches are dangerously close, Jungkook can feel the heat coming from the human’s body as if it were inside his own. He drags his tongue up his neck until he reaches Taehyung’s sharp jawline. He licks it trying to absorb all the warmth, until the skin there is glistening with saliva.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Taehyung drags his voice out in what sounds almost like a moan. “Please…”

The pleading is what pushes Jungkook over the edge. His nails dig on Taehyung’s thighs, and he opens his mouth.

His fangs scrape the sensitive skin, turning Taehyung into a stuttering mess. It’s so hot Jungkook feels a bit out of himself, dick chubbing up inside his pants. The next time he runs them over, his fangs break the skin of Taehyung’s neck surprisingly fast. Jungkook hesitates for a second, freezing in place. But then the blood invades his mouth and he can’t hold back anymore. 

He sinks his teeth in. 

Taehyung moans loudly. Or he moans loudly, he isn’t sure. There are pleasant noises, but Jungkook can’t make sense of any of them. He has never felt like this. 

The blood rushes through his mouth and down his throat, ceasing the burning immediately. It’s thick and warm in a different way, like the most fresh thing Jungkook has ever tasted. 

He swallows it in large gulps, feeling the liquid run past his lips and into his chin. Messily, he rubs his mouth over the neck, trying to not waste any drops. He needs all of it inside his mouth.

Warmth spreads from his chest all the way to his lower belly, where it lands like a sparkle on gasoline. Like this, his whole body bursts. He can feel it in his lips, in the tips of his fingers that are now gripping Taehyung’s by the hips, and on his groin, where his cock twitches under Taehyung’s ass.

One more desperate gulp and a strong pulse hits his lower belly. He thrusts his hips up without even meaning to, and Taehyung moans again, grinding on his lap. The friction offers little relief, but it’s so, so good Jungkook can’t stop moving. 

Jungkook sucks the skin harder. The hunger is not so bad anymore, but he needs to keep chasing this feeling. He has never felt so alive before. 

“ Agh , fuck,” Taehyung groans, pushing himself forward as if trying to merge his body into Jungkook’s. 

A strong gush of blood invades his mouth when Taehyung stretches his neck even further. It’s too much at once, Jungkook chokes on it.

He pulls away, coughing and gasping for air at the same time. 

And that’s when reality hits him square in the chest. Taehyung’s neck is covered in red. There isn’t much blood coming from the wounds, but his collarbones and shirt are soaked. 

Horror crosses Jungkook’s body when he looks at his face in the mirror on the opposite wall. His mouth and chin are painted red. Long fangs exposed, blood pooling and dripping from his mouth. 

The electrifying feeling buzzing through his veins suddenly is muted by pure dread sinking his stomach on the floor.

In a jolt, Jungkook pushes Taehyung out of his lap. 

“Ouch! What the fuck?” Taehyung asks when his back hits the opposite wall. He looks concerned and dazed at the same time. Instinctively, he cups a hand over his neck and winces. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jungkook pulls his hair. “I’m sorry.” He reaches forward, then he steps right back. Touching Taehyung is not a good idea right now. “Did I hurt you?” 

“What? No!” Taehyung shakes his head, then what looks like worry melts into the most dazzling smile. “You made me feel so good.”

But the reassurance in his tone does nothing to soothe the alarm crossing Jungkook’s body. All he sees is the mess in Taehyung’s neck, the lack of color on his cheeks. He has to remind himself he doesn’t really need to breathe when he tries to pull some air into his lungs to calm himself down but the strong smell of blood in the air makes him choke again. 

“Please, ask Jimin to close the wound and drink lots of water— I need— I—” His hands tremble when he reaches for the door, but he doesn’t get to touch the knob.

A firm, warm palm around his wrists stops him. “What? Are you leaving?” 

Jungkook doesn’t need to meet his eyes to know Taehyung is upset. He can smell how his blood turns sour in an instant. 

He screws his eyes closed, pulling his hand back. “I need to, you got your bite— That’s what you wanted, right?” He doesn’t even believe the words he’s saying, but he needs to. He can’t be around Taehyung. He didn’t hurt him now, but he knows he will. If he stays in this room, he will want to drink more and more. Fuck, now that he had a taste, he doesn’t think he will ever not want more of Taehyung, in every sense.

“You didn’t like it?” Taehyung’s voice comes out broken, so unsure Jungkook feels his heart squeezing inside his chest. 

He might be oblivious to many things, but he knows the signs of rejection. 

“What?” He raises his eyes to meet Taehyung’s, wide and frantic. 

“My blood.” Taehyung frowns, lips curving downwards. He recoils, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so sad, so small Jungkook feels invaded by an urge to hug him. “You didn’t like it. I kept forcing myself on you, and you never really liked it, this just proves—”

“Taehyung, no, that’s not it!” Jungkook steps closer. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, they are so shaky. He wishes he could cup Taehyung’s face, squeeze his arms, any sort of comfort. His hands ache and he desperately realizes he wants to touch Taehyung more than anything else, probably more than he wants his blood. The feeling sits weirdly in his chest when he doesn’t know what to do with it. 

“Then why?” Taehyung asks, trying to search for the answer in Jungkook’s face. 

Frustration is a tight grip on Jungkook’s throat. How did he even get here? Wasn’t this supposed to be just a game for Taehyung? A game he was stupid enough to join and now he doesn’t even know how to get out.

“Taehyung, your blood is everything I want the most but—”

“But what?” The human huffs, jaw locking in frustration. “We already proved you’re not gonna hurt me. I’m fine!” He stomps his foot like a petulant child, and it’s irritating how in the middle of so much dread and concern, Jungkook finds it in himself to feel endeared. 

Fuck, he’s so gone. 

Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. “Can’t you see that feeding is not just about the blood? You felt there.” He points at the empty couch behind him, “I don't— If I keep drinking from you, I will want more!”

His words echo in the small room, ricochet in the walls and Jungkook feels himself burning with embarrassment. He never confessed to wanting someone out loud before, not like this, and he regrets doing so the moment Taehyung blinks at him in shock. He’s ready for the rejection, he always knew this was just a game for the human, it was stupid of him to let himself get involved—

“What if I want you to have more from me?” Taehyung asks, chest puffing up with that familiar confidence he’s so good at carrying around.

Jungkook’s face drops. “Wha— What?” 

“Come on!” Taehyung throws his arms up. “Do you really think I’ve been chasing you because my ego is too big to accept a no?”

“Hm, yes?”

The answer disharms the whole tense atmosphere about them. Taehyung’s face splits into a grin, and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Alright, it might have been in the beginning but then…” he trails off, a faint blush reaching his cheeks.

“Then…” 

Taehyung inhales deeply to get some courage as if he needed to. It’s strange to see him like this, looking nervous as a normal person would, and not completely confident like the god of chaos he is. The restlessness in Jungkook’s body eases a bit at the sight. 

“Then you’re cute.” Taehyung shrugs. “And you’re funny and mysterious, and— I quite like you—  and now I know you—” he bites a smile on his lips, giving Jungkook that sultry glance that makes his knees weak. 

It shouldn’t be a surprise when his stomach flips inside his belly, but Jungkook is caught off guard. It must be the amount of fresh blood in his system, his body trying to slow down from the blood lust, but Taehyung’s words take an eternity to make sense in his mind. He blinks at Taehyung consecutively, feeling suddenly shy.

Taehyung laughs nervously, taking a tentative step forward. He leans closer until his breath invades Jungkook’s face, and whispers, “I know you bite me so much better than anyone else.”

A whimper gets stuck in the back of Jungkook’s throat. “What?” He asks, dumbly.

Another giggle and Taehyung brings a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Without intending to, Jungkook leans to the touch, the whimper still bubbling in his throat.

“I don’t usually feel like kissing after someone bites me, you know.” Taehyung sighs, bringing his hand to Jungkook’s lips. He traces his fingers over the vampire’s wet mouth, feather-like touches that make uncontrollable shivers run down Jungkook’s spine. “But I’ve been thinking about kissing you even before I saw your fangs.”

Jungkook parts his lips instinctively, but Taehyung’s fingers are gone. 

“Would you?” Taehyung asks, bringing his red-stained fingers to his own mouth and licking his own blood from them without breaking eye contact.

Jungkook watches Taehyung tasting his own blood that he collected from his lips, eyes so dark and full of desire the vampire could drown in them. 

And he’s so gone he has no idea what Taehyung is talking about anymore. “Would I what?” 

Taehyung stops licking his fingers.

“Kiss me.”

This time, the words rush through Jungkook’s ear at full speed. They strike him in the guts, make the fluttering in his chest impossible to ignore. 

Taehyung’s expectant eyes stare at him for a while longer, and the buzz of blood lust is suddenly back, rushing through his body. Jungkook launches forward, holding Taehyung’s face between his palms and pressing their mouths together.

The kiss is light and soft considering the rush of Jungkook’s intention. Afraid of hurting Taehyung with his fangs, he doesn’t do more than press their lips, soft pecks and nibbling at his bottom lip.

Jungkook sighs into it, into the warmest lips he has ever tasted. Taehyung's mouth is soft, a stark contrast to the intent he puts into the kiss.

Whereas Jungkook is worried, Taehyung is desperate. He dives into Jungkook’s mouth like he needs to suck all the oxygen out of him. 

Good thing Jungkook doesn’t need it. 

Taehyung runs his tongue over Jungkook’s bottom lip, and his mouth opens easily. He tastes Taehyung differently, the mint in his breath is fresh, contrasting with the sweetness of his blood that is still stained in Jungkook’s lips. 

The taste blends on their tongues, which in Jungkook’s humble opinion makes the kiss even better. Taehyung doesn’t seem bothered, his blood kink is not just a joke. 

He hums into his mouth, sucking Taehyung’s lower lip into his mouth. The human moans, breaths out against his mouth and loops his arms around Jungkook.

“Your kiss is amazing, shit,” Taehyung mumbles into the kiss. Jungkook agrees with a frantic nod, more concerned about pushing his tongue past his lips again.

Taehyung kisses as Jungkook does everything in life: messily. He moans and hums into his mouth, a bit more spit than Jungkook would appreciate, but he doesn’t really mind. Not when Taehyung tastes like this .

Kissing him consumes all of his body, and flares up the flame on his belly, bringing back that buzz he felt while feeding. The flick of arousal in his groin reminds him, though, that he needs more. So he walks Taehyung back against the wall, pressing his whole body against his. 

Taehyung places a hand over his chest to put some distance between them and gasps, but the idea of having his lips away sounds like torture right now. He keeps chasing his mouth, making Taehyung laugh brightly. 

“Whoa, some of us need to breathe!”

“Too bad for you,” Jungkook deadpans, kissing his jawline. Taehyung tilts his head to the side, whimpering at the hot tongue over his skin. Jungkook licks the blood on his neck, cleaning the wound he left open. He moans at the taste of it, but the feeling now is different. The urge doesn’t come from his burning throat, it comes straight from his dick. It begs for more than blood, it begs for kisses, for touches, for relief. So Jungkook presses himself even closer, mouth trailing kisses over the extension of Taehyung’s neck.  

“Since you licked my fingers at the back of the club that night, I couldn’t stop wondering what else you could do with your mouth.”

Jungkook jolts back at the crudeness of his words. “ Taehyung… ” he says— begs. Whatever.

Taehyung blinks innocently although there's nothing naive in his dark eyes. “I meant kissing me!”

“No, you didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t. Not only kissing.” He bites his lower lip, dropping his gaze to Jungkook’s mouth. “But kissing too.”

He pulls Jungkook closer and kisses him again. It’s equally messy but it’s also deeper, like Taehyung replaces his rush for purpose. He licks the back of Jungkook’s teeth, bites his lips, and exhales into his mouth. Jungkook inhales all of his whimpers, and offers him some of his, too. His fangs scrape his bottom lip a few times but for now, all he wants is to taste different parts of Taehyung. 

For now, all he thinks about is consuming all the delighted noises Taehyung lets out, of feeling consumed by all this warmth. The human huffs when the kiss escalates, sliding his hands to Jungkook’s ass to grind their hips together.

They’re both so hard Jungkook feels like crying, especially when Taehyung humps him desperately. He isn’t sure where he is anymore, not when Taehyung is unzipping his pants, sliding his hand inside his pants. 

“Holy fuck!” Jungkook hisses when the human palms his cock.

“Oh, you’re big!” Taehyung pants. “I can’t wait to taste you, baby vamp— Oh , you like that! I knew it!”

Jungkook groans in embarrassment when his cock twitches in Taehyung’s palm at the sound of the pet name. He drops his head on the human’s shoulder, absolutely humiliated. “I’m not going to survive this.”

“Well, good thing you’re not ali—”

“You bet you aren’t!” The door snaps open, Jimin standing there, holding a mop and pointing the stick threateningly at them. “If you fuck in my club on cleaning day I’ll make sure to impale you myself!”

Jungkook doesn’t even have time to unwrap himself from Taehyung’s hold. He just widens his eyes in complete shock, watching in horror as the vampire drops his gaze to where Taehyung’s hand is inside his pants. 

And just like that, Jimin snickers and walks away, leaving the door ajar. 

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes, but no sounds come from it. Shame creeps into his skin, but Taehyung doesn’t share the same feeling. The human looks at his horrified expression and bursts into a loud laugh.

“Come on.” He slips his hands off his pants and hooks a finger on the belt loop. “Let’s go somewhere private, baby vamp.”

***

Somewhere private ends up being Taehyung’s house.

Jungkook isn’t sure how they got here, everything is sort of a haze when there’s still the sweet taste of Taehyung’s blood and Taehyung’s lips in his mouth — he can’t really decide which one he likes better.

All he knows is that he’s in a studio that looks very lived in — to not say messy. There are clothes spread on every chair, books open on the coffee table, old posters covering the walls — but it smells fresh and sweet, and Jungkook doesn’t know the human that well yet but there’s something that makes the place undoubtedly Taehyung’s.

Perhaps it’s the perfect mix of chaos and coziness. Probably it’s the fact it smells so much like Taehyung.

There’s still a little bit of resistance in him to doing this, although Taehyung is pretty damn good at distracting him from his own insecurities. 

Now, pressed against the wall, with Taehyung’s hands running all over his body and his mouth nipping at his ear, Jungkook tries to hold on to the little bit of sanity he has left. 

“Taehyung,” he says. It sounds a lot like begging but Jungkook doesn’t mind. “Hey.”

Jungkook holds Taehyung’s face with both palms, locking eyes with him. The human looks wrecked already, eyes dark and blond hair disheveled. He tries for dear life to not look into his mouth, red from the kissing and the blood, but Jungkook is just a vampire at the end of the day. Taehyung has no business looking like the most enticing little thing he has ever seen. The fact that this room smells so much like him doesn’t help his cause.

He moans even before he brings their lips together again, and kisses Taehyung a little more desperately than he would like. The giggle the human lets out in the middle of it is what pulls Jungkook back to reality.

“Okay, I—” He pants, trying to focus while Taehyung looks at him, absolutely entertained. “We— I—” His words catch in his throat when the human runs his tongue over his lips tortuously slowly.

“Forgot your words, baby?” He winks, pressing his whole body against Jungkook’s.

The vampire shudders. He shuts his eyes and shakes his head. Taehyung’s cheeks are so warm in between his palms, and he tries to focus on that to keep himself grounded instead of thinking about the bulge of Taehyung’s hardening cock against his groin. 

“We need to talk first, we—” Jungkook takes a deep breath, dares to open his eyes. 

Taehyung seems to understand he’s serious and softens the eagerness in his face. “Alright, tell me.”

Licking his lips, Jungkook darts his eyes to the side, roaming the living room which is a completely unknown space but seems so familiar at the same time. “This is new to me.”

Taehyung pulls back a little to study his face. “Have you never…” He pauses, frowning. “Had sex?”

“Oh god!” Jungkook grimaces, thumping his head back on the wall. “Of course I had!” He looks back down at Taehyung exasperatedly, splaying his hands to the sides. “Tons of it, actually!”

“That’s exactly what someone who never had sex would say!” Taehyung raises one eyebrow, mischief flashing across his eyes once more. “But that’s okay, being a virgin is not something you should be emba—”

“Shut up!” Jungkook groans. “I meant it like sex with a human!”

“Isn’t it the same thing?” Taehyung asks, genuinely confused. “I mean, I know you’re all cold but— Wait.” His eyes drop to Jungkook’s crotch, horror crossing his face for a split second before he releases a relieved breath. He brings a hand to his heart. “Phew, okay, you can get hard, that’s not the problem.” 

Jungkook blinks blankly at him. “Seriously?”

“What?” Taehyung raises both palms up. “I don’t know how vampire’s bodies work, maybe you have to take a pill or something.”

“My dick works fine, thank you, ” Jungkook says, feeling a sudden rush of blood right up his cheeks. To his misfortune, Taehyung notices right away and almost coos, but Jungkook interrupts him right in time. “What I am trying to say is that I never— You—” He groans again. “ Your blood! I only drank vampire’s blood during sex.”

“Oh.” Surprise takes over Taehyung’s face. Then he waggles his brows and he gives another of those obnoxious winks but now it only seems cute, if Jungkook’s honest. “So you are a sucker!” He pokes at Jungkook’s ribs, who rolls his eyes. He sobers up again, places a gentle hand over Jungkook’s chest, and asks, “Okay, gotcha. How is it different?”

Jungkook chews his inner cheek and shrugs. “It’s not fresh and not as warm.” He holds his breath, shutting himself from the amazing Taehyung scent that comes from all directions here. “It’s not hard to stop.”

The smile Taehyung offers him is gentle. He takes another step forward and smoothes his chest. Just for good measure, Taehyung squeezes it and makes Jungkook giggle. “At the booth, did you have a hard time stopping?”

Jungkook frowns. It hadn’t been hard, no. In fact, he was surprised he could kiss Taehyung without even thinking about his blood, too concerned about tasting him in other ways. “I— No.”

“See?” Taehyung leans even closer, nose rubbing Jungkook’s jaw. “I’ll keep you busy in other ways, baby vamp.” 

An instant wave of arousal licks Jungkook’s lower belly, and he whimpers silently, his body going limp against the wall. Taehyung hums in approval, running his hand down and stopping at the band of his pants. He hooks two fingers inside and pulls his crotch against his. 

Jungkook is already a mess and Taehyung’s mouth is not even on his yet. He whimpers and shudders under his touch, completely pliant as the human roams over his body with his hands and mouth. 

He barely registers when Taehyung drags him across the flat, fingers hooked on his belt hoops. He isn’t sure if this is a particular effect only Taehyung can cause him, but it feels so easy to let himself go. He inhales deeply at the crook of Taehyung’s neck, sucks his tongue inside his mouth, and he’s so consumed by everything Taehyung that he barely notices if his gums are itchy or if his throat is burning.

They probably are — they always are —, but he’s not obsessing over it. He has more important things to pay attention to now. For example, the goldenness of Taehyung’s skin when he yanks his shirt open and lets it fall loose on the floor, or, more importantly, what he reveals beneath his pants the moment he gets rid of them.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jungkook cusses, eyes dropping to the see-through fabric of Taehyung’s black boxers. His cock is hard, pressed against the translucent fabric, a thick drop of pre cum darkening the spot just over the head, and Jungkook’s mouth fucking waters. 

There isn’t an ounce of shame in the way he sucks his lower lip inside his mouth and cocks his hip to the side, showing himself off for Jungkook. “Look alive dear.” He has the audacity to giggle, tapping Jungkook’s dropped chin. 

Jungkook gulps, looking up and down between Taehyung’s cock and his plumpy mouth undecided of what he would like to reach first. The only reaction comes from his cock, twitching inside his pants, hard and painful. 

“Your turn now.” Taehyung reaches forward, tugging Jungkook’s shirt up. “It takes two to play this game baby.” 

As if woken from his trance by Taehyung's urgent hands, Jungkook reaches back and tugs his t-shirt, it takes a while to actually get it past his shirt, and then he fumbles with his pants that refuse to untangle from his ankles. It makes Taehyung giggle, which is a fucking win if you ask him because the giggle is the best sound he has heard. He stands only in his underwear, panting at the exertion to get rid of his clothes so fast.

“Oh. Wow.” Taehyung’s eyes go wide and he looks taken aback for real. “I wasn’t expecting that.” 

Immediately, Jungkook looks down at his own body to see if there’s something wrong. The sudden dread of having chosen the Pokemon boxers hits him quickly, but when he sees the regular black boxers he exhales in relief. “What?”

“You’re jacked!” Taehyung yelps, gaze turning impossibly dark. 

“I work out,” Jungkook replies dumbly, crossing his arms over his chest to hide his body from Taehyung’s piercing gaze.

“Do vampires need that?” He palms Jungkook’s biceps, squeezing it firmly and moaning. “Like, aren’t you naturally attractive?” 

Jungkook laughs loudly, self-conscious about Taehyung’s hand and eyes still locked on his biceps. 

“For someone who spends so much time with vampires, you surely know very little about them.”

Taehyung's jaw drops even further, this time in disbelief. “Well baby, their mouths are usually busy when we spend time together.” 

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook tries to ignore the part of him that’d like to hiss at the comment. It’s a weird feeling, completely new and a bit overwhelming in the way it pulls his chest toward Taehyung. He holds him by the hips, surprising the human as well as himself.

“I bet that’s because they’re dumb,” Jungkook says, full of pettiness.

Taehyung laughs delightfully, throwing his arms around his neck. “Yeah?”

Jungkook nods, gulping nervously when the tug in his chest grows stronger. “Yes, I could teach all you need to know about vampires.” 

He totally couldn’t and Taehyung seems to know exactly that by the way his face glints with amusement. 

Taehyung leans closer, catching Jungkook’s earlobe in his mouth. “Oh, so are you going to vampsplain me?” He whispers.

The shiver that runs down Junkgook's spine is almost as strong as his confusion. “I’m what?” He pulls away to face the human.

“That shit when men explain obvious things to women,” Taehyung says amusedly. “But the vampire version.” 

Grimacing, Jungkook huffs. “I can’t believe you’re saying this.” 

“I could be into it, though,” Taehyung says, voice low and dragged, as he plays with the hair on Jungkook’s nape. “You, explaining to me all the things vampires do.” His hand slides down to Jungkook’s spine, stopping at his but and giving it a hard squeeze. “What do you think?”

Jungkook’s answer comes in the form of a pathetic whimper. Taehyung could ask him absolutely anything and he would agree right now, no matter how cheesy it sounds. 

A soft giggle slips Taehyung’s lips and he detaches himself from Jungkook’s hold and throws himself on the bed, scooting his way back to lean against the cushions. “You can start now.” He curls one finger, calling Jungkook. “Come here.”

There’s a hook on Jungkook’s belly button forcing him forward before he can even give it a thought. This is nothing like vampire hypnosis, it’s way stronger. He scrambles on all fours, crawling his way into Taehyung’s.

Their mouths meet again when Jungkook stops in between Taehyung’s sprawled legs. His hands are unsure at first, he wants to touch his thighs, his shoulders, his pecs, hold his face, but he ends up with them on Taehyung’s neck, thumbs rubbing over his pulse point, over the red mark that will soon become purple. 

Jungkook moans the moment their tongues touch, the fast pace of Taehyung’s heart is a buzz under his thumb that travels all the way to his dick. The human whimpers when Jungkook applies a little bit more pressure on his neck, his hands flying to the vampire's hips to bring their crotches together. 

Taehyung deepens the kiss, rolling his hips under Jungkook. The pressure of his cock under his ass is so fucking good Jungkook is barely responding to the kiss anymore. The pulse of his veins and of his cock is already overwhelming, but it’s Taehyung’s smell, so strong here in his bed, that is enough to throw Jungkook off the edge.

Taehyung pushes Jungkook back a little, leaves him chasing for more as he traces kisses down his whole torso. His tongue is warm and wet, leaving traces of saliva on his pecs. Taehyung hums, and Jungkook hums louder, body squirming at the intense softness of the human’s mouth. 

Anticipation builds up in his stomach when Taehyung pauses with his mouth above his nipple, hot breath fanning over his hard bud. He looks up at Jungkook through his lashes, pupils blown wide, and bites it. Jungkook arches his back, pain and pleasure rippling through him, and then Taehyung soothes the bite with his tongue, circling over and over his sensitive bud. 

“Fuck, why do you have to be so hot?” Taehyung whispers against his chest. 

“Oh, shit,” he hisses when Taehyung sucks his nipple again. His mouth suddenly parched, and the characteristic burning of hunger is not only on his throat but on his entire body. He snaps his eyes open once he realizes it has nothing to do with hunger, Jungkook feels completely full. The heat that starts on his sternum and lands on his lower belly is pure, raw arousal. 

He gasps, body arching. Taehyung’s nails on his back are sharp, and the mouth on his pecs is so fucking soft, Jungkook feels like melting. As much as this feels like heaven already, he needs more of Taehyung.

The next time Jungkook grunts, he bites his own lips only to realize his fangs have been out this whole time. He is only reminded of it when the sharp edges scrape over his mouth. The itch in his gums is not so strong, but it’s there. He’s only a vampire after all.

His hands skitter to reach Taehyung’s nape again, bringing his face back to his. The kiss is messy, Jungkook’s unsure if he should chase his tongue, or nip at his jaw, or inhale the intoxicating smell on his neck. He wants it all at once, and knowing it’s not possible makes a desperate whine bubble on his chest.

“I need— I want—” He mumbles, placing open mouth kisses on Taehyung’s jaw.

“What baby?” Taehyung sounds breathless, and giddiness inflates Jungkook’s chest for a second at the realization he’s not the only one worked up just from kissing. “Tell me what you need?”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook pleads. “I need more, I need— I really, please—” he sits back on his haunches, tries to take a deep breath in but is interrupted by a deep, long whine that escapes his throat. “You—All of you— I—”

A mix of bragginess and pure lust crosses Taehyung’s face and he leans back on his arms, spreading his legs in front of Jungkook. “You have it,” he says without breaking eye contact. “I’m all yours.”

Taehyung’s eyes are heavy, lustful. He doesn’t look slightly intimidated by Jungkook’s fangs or his desperation, instead, he chews his bottom lip in expectation, his cock twitching inside the see-through underwear like he can’t wait for it. 

Another yawp bubbles in Jungkook’s chest, it’s so needy he knows exactly it comes from him this time. 

He runs his hands over the legs he couldn't take out of his mind for weeks, and drops into his elbows, face crashing against Tehyung’s crotch. The smell there is stronger, Taehyung at its finest, almost like he can taste his blood without even breaking the skin. With his head pressed against the warm skin, his moans are muffled, but they still sound too loud in his own ears.

The human shutters when Jungkook licks a long stripe inside his inner thigh. He feels the vein there pulsing under his tongue, feels how Taehyung’s heart beats faster in anticipation. 

Jungkook is about to reach for Taehyung’s briefs, but his hand is swatted right away. 

“Hold on,” Taehyung says, firmly, pulling Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook widens his eyes in surprise. “Wha— Why?” He pouts hopelessly. 

The grin on Taehyung's face is dangerous, it takes Jungkook back to that first night when he thought Taehyung was the predator between them. 

“Baby vamp is too eager,” Taehyung says, tugging his head back. When there’s a good distance between his cock and Jungkook’s mouth, he pulls it out of his briefs. 

Frowning, Jungkook drops his eyes to Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around his cock.“But I need, I— please. ”

“Ah,” Taehyung moans when he squeezes his cock. “You’ll have it. But first, you should wait and let me show myself off for a bit,” he says breathlessly  and starts to pump his cock. Jungkook smacks his lips, saliva pooling on his tongue at the sigh. “Will you be a good vamp and wait?”

Jungkook’s cock shouldn’t throb at the words, but he can’t help it. He groans, and nods desperately.

Taehyung looks fucking sinful. His mouth is parted, little huffs of pleasure passing his lips every time he thumbs the head of his cock. His flushed chest rises and falls heavily, and he seems to be feeling so good he can’t help but thrust his hips up to meet the movement of his wrists.

And Jungkook watches it all with his jaw dropped.

His belly feels like molten lava, his mouth completely parched even though he can feel saliva running down his chin. He’s fucking drooling and he isn’t ashamed of it. 

“Like what you see?” Taehyung asks, breath labored. 

Jungkook nods repeatedly, reaching forward. “Yes, please, let me—”

“Not yet, baby.” Taehyung pauses him, bringing his other hand to Jungkook’s chin to collect some of the drool running down. 

Jungkook sees the opportunity and he takes it, sucking Taehyung’s thumb inside his mouth. He closes his eyes and sucks it as if it was Taehyung’s cock, a moan vibrating in his burning throat. 

“Shit, Jungkook,” Taehyung hisses, the noises of his fist growing louder. 

“ Ple-ngh-ase, ” Jungkook tries to say with his mouth full. “ Mo—e.” He presses his own legs together to give himself some relief, but it does little to help, he whines even louder, eyes going teary. 

“What is it?” Taehyung pulls his thumb off his mouth, voice dripping with fake innocence. “I can’t understand you.”

Jungkook cries in frustration, dropping his body to the bed so he can rut against the sheets. His whole body feels on flames, especially his cheeks, but he’s not concerned about that. He’s so close to Taehyung’s vein and cock, and yet he can’t seem to reach any of them. It's maddening. 

“Please, Tae, I—” He begs again. He’ll do it for as long as he needs. His chin trembles with the effort to keep himself together as he keeps humping the sheets. “I need to taste you, I—”

Taehyung takes mercy on him. “Alright. Just because you’re such a good vamp,” he says, well aware of the way it makes Jungkook whimper louder. “But I get to choose what you do first.”

Jungkook’s head pounds with anticipation as he waits for Taehyung to tell him. He would seriously take anything, yet, adrenaline crosses his body as he waits. 

“I want you to bite me first,” he says, and Jungkook gasps. “Don’t you think my cock will taste even better after that?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Jungkook nods frantically, fingers digging into the sheets. 

Taehyung slows down his movements, spreading his legs even further and Jungkook waits with tears in his eyes as Taehyung signals him to go forward.

He crawls forward, pressing his cock even further on the mattress as he buries his face again on Taehyung’s inner thigh. Unlike before, he doesn’t tease himself or Taehyung. He’s so desperate for it that he only has time for a short inhale before he sinks his fangs into the firm skin. The inner thighs are harder, it surprises Jungkook how much more resistance there is into the flesh. He needs to apply more pressure, dive in with more intent. Taehyung whines above him, body growing tense for a second before he laxes and the blood flows easily into Jungkook's mouth. Warmth slides into his chin, dripping on the mattress as Jungkook fills his tongue with pure pleasure. 

The moan that slips past his lips is the loudest so far, he thinks he hears Taehyung moaning as well, but he can’t be sure. Everything is buzzing, and his hips rub against the mattress more desperately. 

The flame of arousal in his lower belly licks his body all at once, it feels like the blood sliding down his throat is going exactly to his dick. He dry humps the mattress desperately, the dryness of the sheets a bit rough against his cock but the relief is so, so sweet he doesn’t care. The euphoria running across his bloodstream is so intense that Jungkook is sure his skin is prickling hot. He sucks the blood with another groan, grinds on the mattress again and—

Everything bursts.

Pleasure ripples through his body, Jungkook cries when he cums. With his mouth full of Taehyung’s blood, the sensation of his orgasm lingers, like he’s drinking the buzz that runs through his veins. His whole body shakes, and it feels like he’s riding the pleasure for hours, even though he was barely touched. 

He pants against Taehyung’s thigh, tries to lick the wound closed but he’s so out of it he ends up rubbing his mouth over it mostly, smearing blood all over his inner thigh. 

“Oh my god!” He hears Taehyung saying in a high-pitched tone and looks up, completely lost.

It’s only when he sees the human above him, eyes glistening with something he can’t read, that the world comes back to him. All the blood in his system rushes to his chest and face, and Jungkook feels mortified.

The cum in between his legs is damp and gross, and for fuck’s sake, couldn’t he wait a full minute?

“Did you come just from biting me?” Taehyung looks at him with widened eyes.

“I— Hm—” He stutters, the words getting stuck in his throat.

“Holy shit!” Taehyung squeals, pulling Jungkook by his arms until they’re face to face. The human’s gaze drops to his mouth, and he launches forward, sucking  Jungkook’s bottom lip with a groan. “Can you cum again?”

Jungkook frowns in confusion, the heat still burning his cheeks. “I— Yes…?”

“Oh thank fuck,” Taehyung pulls him closer by the face, tries to kiss him and talk at the same time, “because if I don’t fuck you right now I’m gonna explode.” Then, he properly kisses Jungkook, long and deep until the vampire feels completely disoriented. Keeping up with Taehyung is hard under normal circumstances, but after the best and most embarrassing orgasm of his life is another level of hard. “You’re so fucking sexy, Jungkook!” 

Jungkook doesn’t know how he gets rid of his underwear, all sticky and wet, and straddles Taehyung again. He looks down at his own lap, embarrassment burning his cheeks at the sight of his cock all smeared with his own cum. 

The sight seems to do wonders for Taehyung, who groans again. He thumbs the slit of Jungkook’s sensitive cock to collect some liquid and bring it to his mouth. Jungkook watches in awe as Taehyung slurps all the cum from his finger, morning around his print.

“I should say you taste exquisite too, baby vamp,” he winks again, tongue rolling around his finger.

The tug on Jungkook's belly button is strong. He rubs his ass against Taehyung’s hard cock. “Fuck, you have to stop doing this or—”

“Or what?” Taehyung says with that stupid smirk. “Are you gonna cum untouched again?”

Feeling his whole body on fire, Jungkook whines, “Yes.”

Taehyung finds immense delight in his desperation, reaching a hand behind Jungkook and teasing his rim with wet fingers. “I’d love to see that, but it’s gonna be so much better if you cum with my cock inside you, don’t you agree?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Jungkook shuts his eyes closed, circling his hips around Taehyung's finger. “Yes, please, yes.” 

“Took you so long to say yes to me and now you can’t stop, yeah?” Taehyung breathes heavily against his mouth, licking his own blood out of Jungkook's lips.

“You can be very convincing,” Jungkook manages to say god knows how, considering Taehyung is one finger deep inside his ass and everything around him is so warm like it hasn’t been in more than a decade.

“I know that.” Taehyung laughs, but it dies soon on his lips when Jungkook crashes their lips together, desperate for more.

Taehyung reaches for the lube and proceeds to work Jungkook open tortuously slowly. He doesn’t rush, no matter how much the vampire tries to circle his butt around his fingers and how much he pleads. For someone who’s so good at being insistent, Taehyung is actually terrific at resisting other people’s begging.

“That’s enough—” Jungkook pants, three fingers inside him is a good stretch but he needs much more than that. 

“So thirsty for my cock,” Taehyung jokes, always pleased with himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I am.” Jungkook doesn’t bother pretending he isn’t. He’s way past that. 

Taehyung laughs at his impatience, but it’s when he finally aligns his cock and adds the smallest amount of pressure against Jungkook’s rim that the vampire finally relents. He sinks down Taehyung's cock, earning the most beautiful moan from the human. 

Jungkook rides him without detaching their mouths. His fingers dig into Taehyung’s shoulders, mouth sucks his lower lip as he swallows all of their moans. Their bodies are a mess of sweat, cum, blood, and lube, and there’s too much tongue on the kiss. It’s the kind of messy Jungkook is used to and Taehyung seems to like.

The burning inside Jungkook doesn’t cease for a second, it seems it only gets stronger, but not in an urgent way. He feels absolutely consumed by pleasure in every sense. His suspicions that he’s not gonna last are confirmed when he decides to put some distance between them to let Taehyung breathe for a second.

His own inhale gets caught in his lungs when he sees Taehyung’s wrecked face. The human frowns in pleasure, eyes shut closed and mouth parted. The red smeared against his chin and lips is unholy, a sight that goes right to Jungkook’s hard cock. 

“You’re so fucking good, shit,” Taehyung hisses, holding Jungkook by the hips, to help his movements. His mouth roams over Jungkook’s chest, licking every inch of his cold skin. 

“Say how good of a vampire I am,” Jungkook pants, unsure of where it comes from. He doesn’t let the burn of embarrassment take over, focuses on the burn of arousal in his navel. “Call me a good vamp, please— I—”

“You’re such a good vamp,” Taehyung murmurs against his mouth, fingers digging into his hair.

It’s sex and Jungkook it’s used to it, but he’s not at all used to feeling whole in a way he never felt before, not even when he was alive.

Tears prickle his eyes when Taehyung calls him a good vamp over and over, helping him to sink down his cock with more intent, his length bruising his prostate over and over. 

“Shit, Taehyung, I’m not—”

“Me neither,” Taehyung says in a haze, pulling Jungkook for a kiss again. “Bite me again,” he pleads against Jungkook’s mouth in a rushed whisper. “I want you to bite me again.”

He stretches his neck, but Jungkook doesn’t feel like not kissing Taehyung for this, not when he’s so fucking close.

Without stopping the movements of his hips, he holds Taehyung’s jaw and sucks his lower lip into his mouth. His fangs sink in easily, the fragile flesh of his mouth breaking at the minor contact.

The last thing Jungkook sees is the way Taehyung’s eyes fly open in surprise. His body goes tense under Jungkook’s hands for a second before it melts into the most dragged, surrendered moan he has ever heard.

With Taehyung’s blood inside his mouth, Jungkook cannot think straight. He circles his hips a couple more times until his second orgasm hits him even stronger than the first. Every nerve ending of his body feels electric with Taehyung’s cum filling his ass and his blood filling his mouth. He shakes from head to toe as his high only reaches new heights.

Tears fall down the corner of his eyes, mixing with the blood dripping from his chin. It’s a mess of fluids in between their bodies, it matches the mess of noises that cannot seem to stop coming from their own mouths.

It takes a long time for both of them to come down, but when they do, it’s with Taehyung dropping his body against the pillows and Jungkook falling on top of him. 

“ Fucking fuck— Jesus, fuck ,” Taehyung pants. 

From where his face is buried in his sweaty neck, Jungkook mumbles, “Hmpft, very eloquent.”

“Oh, now you know how to say something other than please .” Taehyung pokes him on the ribs, then brings his hand to Jungkook heir to caress his hair.

Jungkook tries to laugh but it comes more like a huff, his whole body so spent he can barely register Taehyung’s joke. The hand in his hair is lulling, the softest touch Taehyung has ever granted him.

He hums into his neck, adjusting himself more comfortably on top of Taehyung.

“Hey baby, let me clean us up,” Taehyung says as he tries to move under Jungkook. 

The vampire groans, holding Taehyung tighter. 

“I promise we can cuddle after, alright?” Taehyung adds, planting a kiss on top of Jungkook’s head. “We’re gross.” 

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook flops to the side, falling with both arms up. 

Taehyung is careful with cleaning him, rubbing a warm cloth over his belly and in between his thighs as if Jungkook isn't cold as ice. Funny enough, there’s a warmth inside Jungkook’s chest that is as weird as it is pleasant, and he doesn’t bother questioning it.

“I brought some water for you—” Taehyung pauses, the mattress dipping when he sits on top of it. “Oh, I guess that was stupid.”

Jungkook peaks an eye open, finding Taehyung frowning at the glass in his hand. He looks absolutely adorable, face rubbed clean, the tips of his blond hair wet. 

“Yeah, a little bit,” Jungkook says with a lazy smile, opening his arms for Taehyung. 

Taehyung shrugs and places the glass on his side table. “See, already know more about vampires than I did an hour ago,” he says lightly.

“I’m happy to help with your education.” Jungkook’s arms find his waist the moment he rolls back to bed. He brings their chest together, crossing his eyes just to look at Taehyung for a bit.

God, he feels like a simp.

Taehyung smiles, curiosity in his eyes as he stares right back at Jungkook. He tucks a stray lock behind Jungkook’s ear, keeps watching him attentively as he plays with his earlobe.

This is the softest he has ever seen Taehyung, and he realizes he wishes he could get used to it. In an impulse, Jungkook leans forward for a quick peck. Self-consciousness hits him the moment he does, but before he can even think about pulling back, Taehyung throws a leg over his hip and sighs into his mouth.

“I cannot wait to learn more.”

“Yeah?”

“Hmhm.”

Oh, okay. Maybe Jungkook can get used to it. 

“How do you feel?” Taehyung asks in a low voice. “Now that you know you can drink from me.”

“I—” 

Jungkook tries really hard to look for the words, but he can’t really explain without not only feeling like a simp but sounding like one, too. Everything that comes to his mind is along the lines of “whole”, or “like myself.” Which wouldn’t be a lie, but.

Maybe he feels like a simp because he is a hundred percent one. Especially for pretty boys with big mouths and even bigger hearts. Because as much as Taehyung likes to pretend he’s just at it for the thrill, what he did for Jungkook tonight wasn’t just to satisfy his blood kink.

“I feel really good.” Jungkook decides to say it simply because it’s not a lie. “I’m still confused as to why you did what you did but—” He licks his lips, and sighs. “I really appreciate it.”

“I already said it back in the booth,” Taehyung replies earnestly. “I like you.”

“Do you really?” Jungkook frowns. 

Taehyung brings a warm palm over his cheek and presses a kiss on his lips. “I do, Jungkook. Stop being stubborn for a sec.”

“I’m not—” He cuts himself off when Taehyung glares at him. “Okay, I am. But I’m not the only one.”

Taehyung smiles, doesn’t deny it for a second. He’s always honest with himself and that’s perhaps the thing Jungkook likes the most about him. 

There’s a small pause in which the human hesitates. His eyes dart to the side, and he bites his lower lip as if to hold the words back. 

Jungkook frowns in confusion, expecting what comes next with a sudden heaviness in his chest. Will Taehyung come around and tell him this should actually be just a one-time thing? Jungkook isn’t sure he can handle that now, not after finally confessing to himself he could get used to it—

“Jimin told me,” he says after a while. “That's why I wanted to help you because I know what happened.”

“What?” Jungkook asks in surprise

“Don’t be mad at him, it’s not his fault,” Taehyung hurries to explain himself, holding Jungkook’s arm in a tight grip. “You said it yourself, I can be very convincing.”

Jungkook shakes his head, smoothing a hand on Taehyung’s hip. “I’m not mad, I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Releasing a long exhale, Taehyung comes closer, trailing his fingers over Jungkook’s arm gingerly. “He told me about what happened when you turned.” He gulps, lips curving downwards. “That you wanted to know how it felt to be bitten but the vampire lost control and— I am so sorry that happened to you, Jungkook.” Another long pause, and this time their gazes meet. There’s so much softness in them that Jungkook feels like crying. 

The words hang heavy around them, Jungkook blinks blankly, unknown how to properly react. Nobody is ever this gentle with him, and yet he feels like he can break.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody—”

“I’m not worried about that,” Jungkook says sincerely. He doesn’t enjoy sharing this part of his life, but he’s glad Taehyung knows about it. “I trust you. I thought that was clear.” He smiles tentatively and earns the most beautiful smile in return.

“Thank you for trusting me.” Taehyung nuzzles his jaw and then sighs deeply. “I know it’s a big trauma but I’m here for you, I want to remind you always you’re not like your sire.”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens and closes, and he’s not sure what to say, not when someone has never been so direct about this topic with him.

“Sorry, am I overstepping?” Taehyung frowns, hiding his face behind his palm. “I’m sorry, you don’t need me for tha—

“No, you’re not—” Jungkook gulps, feeling oddly comforted by all this. Something tells him the warmth he feels in his chest doesn’t come just from drinking fresh blood for the first time. “I actually do need you for that.”

His lips purse into a thin line, apprehension almost bringing his heart back to full speed as he waits for Taehyung’s response. 

First, it’s a dazzling smile. Then, it’s Taehyung’s bringing their lips together into a kiss. Slow and deep, savoring Jungkook’s mouth as a way to make him feel all the words he cannot get out of his chest. He isn’t sure where they get the energy, but soon, Taehyung is on top of him, pressing their bodies and kissing him fiercely.

“Do you think we can go for another round?” He asks against Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes snap open in surprise when Taehyung rolls his hips against his, his cock half-hard already. “Fuck.”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

“Of course you are,” Jungkook teases. 

The human places a last peck and slides down Jungkook’s body, placing kisses on his way down that break goosebumps on his skin. Taehyung stops right on top of his groin, wags his brows, and looks up at him as smug as ever. “Hey, Jungkook, wanna see who’s a sucker for you?”

Groaning, Jungkook throws his head back on the pillow. “Oh god, I’m gonna really need you to stop with the vampire jokes if you want me to get hard again,” he complains, but it’s a complete lie.

Jungkook is already hard again. 

***

Jungkook bounces his leg nervously. He looks at the time on his phone, only to realize it has passed only three minutes since he last checked. Damn .

The fact that the club is way too crowded tonight is not helping. The couples tangled on the couches are laughing too loudly, and the low techno beat pumping in the speakers is an assault on his sensitive ears. That’s not to mention the nasty, strong smell of alcohol and sweat lingering in the air.

He swirls his drink in his hand, sucking a long sip through the straw just to confirm it does in fact taste absolutely wrong. It’s B negative but surely it’s not pure because there’s nothing sweet about it.

Huffing in displeasure, Jungkook almost thinks of going outside for a breather when the door of the club opens and everything around him melts.

It reaches his nose first, the sweet, intoxicating smell that is quintessentially Taehyung’s. Then, as his gaze focuses on the human walking inside the club, the tacky decoration around him blurs into something indistinguishable. Finally, he feels it in his belly button, the familiar tug that hasn’t left him for days.

Taehyung draws glances as he walks in, especially with his legs squeezed into leather pants and his collarbones exposed by his loose shirt. He’s surely the hottest thing in this club, and Jungkook does his best to remain functioning at the sight of Taehyung walking towards him, out of all the people in this room. 

He stops in front of Jungkook, hips cocked to the side and that dangerous smile plastered on his face. “Baby, I think your drink is finished,” he says, pointing a finger at him.

The words bring Jungkook back to reality, back to the fact that he’s been sucking air out of his glass, the slurpy sound echoing around them. 

“Oh,” Jungkook blinks dumbly at his glass. He shakes his head, places the empty glass on the counter. “Got distracted for a bit.” 

It’s been almost two weeks since he first went to Taehyung’s home, almost two weeks since they’ve been hanging out every night, and yet, Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. To the fact that he’s Taehyung’s baby .

“Oh, well,” Jimin’s voice comes from the other side of the counter to remind Jungkook they’re in public. The bartender throws a rag over his shoulder, smiling at Taehyung. “Long time no see, I thought I had lost my best customer.”

Taehyung brings a hand over his chest and gapes in feign offense, leaning sideways on the counter. “Never, my dear. I’ve just been busy.” He winks at Jimin, and side glances at Jungkook without an ounce of subtleness. 

“I see.” Jimin’s eyes drop to Taehyung’s neck, where purple marks bloom on both sides. He chuckles at himself and gestures a hand. “Came for a bite, then?”

Before Taehyung can reply, Jungkook jumps off his seat, bumping his hip against the counter. He hisses both at Jimin and at the pain. 

“Ouch,” Jimin raises both palms up, “Calm down.”

Taehyung preens, laughing delightedly as he watches Jungkook frown at his friend.  “Actually came for the drinks,” he replies, slumping on the seat. 

Under Jimin’s ever-amused gaze, Jungkook wraps his arms around Taehyung’s torso, leaning his chin over his shoulder.

“Alright. What are you having?” He asks, holding back a laugh at Jungkook’s perpetual scowl.

Taehyung squints at the board behind the counter, humming in thought. “Hmm, the Loustat sounds good.” 

The grimace on Jungkook’s face gets deeper. “What’s even a Loustat ?”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin reaches for a bottle of bourbon under the counter. “Namjoon is in an Interview With The Vampire phase.”

“I thought he would be a Lousmand supporter,” Taehyung questions with an outraged smack on the sticky counter.

“Not in this house, my friend!” Namjoon yells from over his shoulder, shaking a finger in the air.

“How do you know so much about it?” Jungkook pouts, stepping by Taehyung’s side this time but still holding him close. 

“I take my vampire knowledge very seriously, you know that,” Taehyung laughs, tapping a finger over his pout.

“Who’s gonna vampsplain who now, huh?” Jungkook jokes, feeling impossibly giddy at the way Taehyung looks at him with the silliest smile on this planet.

“Oh, god, what have you done to him, Taehyung?” Jimin looks in disgust at the both of them, wagging a cocktail shaker in the air. “He used to be broody and gloomy, and now he’s all clingy.”

“Shut up, that’s not true,” Jungkook snaps.

“It is, baby,” Taehyung pats his face lovingly, “but that’s part of your charm, you know it.”

“You guys are disgusting.” Jimin places the bright yellow cocktail in front of Taehyung with a scrunched nose and walks away. “I liked it better when Jungkook didn’t know how to act around you.

“Rude,” Taehyung says with a dramatic sigh. “He didn’t even ask if you wanted another drink.”

Jungkook shrugs, spinning the barstool Taehyung is seated on and fitting in between his legs. “That’s okay, all I need is right here.” 

“And you have the audacity to say you’re not clingy.” Taehyung laughs, smacking him on the chest.

“What?” Jungkook drops his hands right away, suddenly embarrassed of himself. “Am I— Do you—”

“Hey, chill, baby,” Taehyung reaches for his hand again, clasping their fingers. His face carries the same mischief of always, but lately, there’s a lot of softness on it as well. Jungkook likes it a lot. “I quite like it. You’re like a baby tick, always attached to me.”

Jungkook blinks a few times in disbelief. “I am what now?”

Biting his tongue, Taehyung flicks his free hand in the air. “A tick,” he explains as if it’s obvious. “You know, you’re clingy and you suck my blood.”

“Taehyung?” Jungkook stares at him in a mix of horror and amusement. Is this the man he fell for? Well, it surely is, and he can’t even say he didn’t see these things coming. “Have you thought you’re basically calling yourself a dog?”

Without losing his characteristic overconfidence, Taehyung says, “I am not opposed to being called your bitch,” and then winks at him. 

“Oh god, you’re the fucking worst.” Jungkook groans, stepping away to slump his head on the counter dramatically.  

“I am.” Taehyung laughs loudly, pulling Jungkook back up by the shirt. “But seriously, I like that you’re like this. I like that everyone can see I'm here with you.”

Jungkook turns on his heels hastily, his wrist hitting his glass on the counter. The drink bounces, and he rushes to hold it back in place with both hands. “Yeah?” 

“Hmhm.” Taehyung nods, wrapping his lips around the straw in an attempt to be casual. He bats his thick lashes as if he needs to seduce Jungkook still. 

And Jungkook is just a weak, weak vampire, because no matter how much he’s into Taehyung, whenever he acts like this — like the actual annoying, flirty human he is — Jungkook feels he gets even more into him.

He steps back in between Taehyung’s legs, and leans forward to whisper against his lips, “That’s perfect because I really want everyone here to know you’re mine.”