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There were a lot of things that Jeon Jungkook thought made being a vampire awesome: eternal life, super speed, improved hearing, rapid healing, no need to sleep or eat. That wasn’t to say there were no negatives. It definitely sucked that he had to drink blood constantly or that he had to be very careful in the sun lest he’d, you know, disintegrate. None of that was great.
However, if asked, Jungkook wouldn’t list those things as negatives. They were just part of being a vampire. The worst part, by far, was the constant babying.
“Jungkookie, have you eaten?”
“Wear a hat, Jungkook!”
“Are you going to be home tonight? Should I leave the light on?”
“Socializing is important, you should take some classes to keep in touch with people closer to your age!”
First of all, he never forgot to eat, he was careful to avoid the sun, he was an adult so he didn’t need a curfew, and, for the love of all that was bloody, he was three hundred, no one was near his age!
He loved his coven members, he truly did, but he’d been the youngest since the day he turned and it was slowly driving him insane. If they did his laundry one more time he was going to walk out into the sun just to spite them.
Except he knew they’d save him and then they’d never let him leave their sight after that and he’d really go crazy.
“Are you going out tonight?”
Jungkook felt his eye twitch and had to physically restrain himself from screaming into his hands. He knew the question was harmless, that it came from someone as close to an attentive older brother as he’d get, that he cared about him, but, just once, he’d like to go a whole day without someone treating him like he was even younger than he looked.
He was a vampire! He didn’t need them to be constantly asking after him. It drove him nuts.
“Jungkook?”
Sighing, Jungkook turned back to meet the attentive and caring eyes of his oldest coven member, Kim Seokjin. He was waiting patiently for Jungkook’s reply, his face devoid of any judgement or malice. He immediately felt bad for his little temper tantrum, knowing that made him seem even younger. “Yea, I’m going to one of the clubs. Haven’t decided which one yet. I need to feed.”
Seokjin nodded. “Be careful. Avoid anyone anemic.”
“Yes, Jin,” Jungkook murmured before spinning on his heel and practically fleeing to his bedroom. Being a vampire was great, he’d recommend it for sure, just… maybe, if the option was available, don’t be the youngest in a coven.
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Tugging on the sleeve of his white shirt, Jungkook settled against the wall of the club he’d chosen and sighed, his eyes scanning intently for his evening meal. He didn’t know the name of the club he was in and that’s largely why he’d chosen it. If he didn’t know the name, that meant no one from his coven frequented it.
Almost immediately, he could tell the clientele was younger—closer to Jungkook’s perceived age—and that made him feel old. Though he looked no older than twenty-five and he’d spent three hundred years as the baby of his coven, he wasn’t actually that young and sometimes he found being around people as young as he was when he turned made him tired. It was like he couldn’t cross the cultural divide despite being fairly on top of new developments. He didn’t know how the older members of his coven did it. Seokjin had recently celebrated his eight hundred and twenty-ninth birthday and the rest of the members were two hundred years older than Jungkook at least.
Maybe he should be nicer to them when they baby him. It must be hard being so much older than every living thing. Taking a long sip of his drink, Jungkook let his eyes slip closed, deciding to reach out with his other senses instead in hopes of finding someone interesting.
He didn’t get the chance.
Just as he caught the scent of something particularly good, he felt a weight hit him in the chest and his drink was upended, spilling all over his face and chest. Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, the darkness of the club hiding the way his pupils blew wide in anger, and let out a curse, “Ah, what the fuck.”
“I am so sorry!” A deep, slightly drunk voice yelled over the music, making Jungkook wince. “I didn’t see you there and I fell into the wall! Oh, my god, your shirt! That stain is going to be bad if we don’t stop it from setting. Come with me!”
Before Jungkook could even get a word in, a large rough hand was on his wrist, tugging him down a hallway. Normally, a human couldn’t pull him anywhere but he was so shocked that he let the human drag him, his mind somewhat frozen.
It wasn’t until they entered the bright light of the bathroom that Jungkook really focused on the man. He was small, as Jungkook had suspected given where he’d hit him in the chest, but not nearly as small as he’d guessed. He seemed to slouch a lot—or he was drunk. His hair was long, grazing his shoulders when he moved, and tucked haphazardly behind his ears. That wasn’t telling in and of itself, maybe he didn’t care about his hair, but his face told Jungkook all he needed to know. His eyes were small and glazed over and his cheeks flush, making Jungkook lean more toward the drunk part of his earlier assessment.
“Come here!” The human ordered, dragging Jungkook to the sink and practically body-checking people out of the way. Before Jungkook could speak again, the human turned on the water, cupped some into his hand, and poured it onto Jungkook’s shirt.
“What the fuck!” Jungkook hissed, jumping away.
The human blinked, smiling slightly. “You say that a lot.”
“Only when people attack me!”
“I’m helping you! The stain will set,” the human explained, his lips falling into a pout. “I explained that.”
Jungkook blinked a few times, his lashes fluttering. He… had said that, yes. “That requires throwing water at me?”
“Or you can take off your shirt,” the human said with a shrug.
“Shoulda said so,” Jungkook muttered, immediately pulling the shirt over his head by the collar and holding it out. The human’s eyes widened and dropped to his chest, the blush on his cheeks getting even brighter as he took the shirt and spun away, putting it under the water. Jungkook crossed his arms and settled against the counter, watching the human closely.
A bathroom was, by far, the worst place to focus on scents, but he noticed the pleasing smell he’d only just barely caught before was from this man. It was comforting and warm, but tart, like an unripened orange. He liked it. “So, do you assault and strip random men often?”
The human ducked his head, the blush spreading to his ears. “Usually I just strip them.”
Surprised, Jungkook laughed and decided then and there he’d found his meal for the night. “You’re bold. I like that.”
Wringing out Jungkook’s shirt, the human held it out to him. “I’m sorry about your shirt.”
“I have more,” Jungkook said, waving his hand just before taking the shirt and slipping it back on. His lips kicked up into a smile as he watched the human trace the movements with his eyes, lingering on his abs. Jungkook was aware he was hot, he spent a considerable amount of his eternal life at the gym, but it was still satisfying when someone noticed. Especially when he wanted to drink from them. Hunting was always easier when the prey came to him willingly.
“Oh?”
Jungkook hummed and shifted closer, trying to get a sense of the human’s comfort level. He could smell the lust on him now, even in the terrible bathroom, and it made his scent change to something almost sickeningly sweet. Jungkook had always had a sweet tooth. So, placing his fingers under the man’s chin, he tilted his head up, his pupils growing until they encompassed his entire eye. “Tell me: are you anemic?”
The human blinked lazily, the hazy cast of his eyes from alcohol growing worse as Jungkook forced his will upon him. He didn’t use this power often, if ever, but it was great for getting quick answers. “No.”
“Excellent,” Jungkook murmured, his eyes returning to normal. “My name’s Jungkook.”
“Yoongi,” the human replied, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Jungkook traced the motion and leaned closer, stopping when he spoke again, “Do you hit on men in bathrooms often?”
Laughing abruptly, Jungkook felt himself smile genuinely. He hadn’t expected to hear his own question turned around on him. Yes, he’d enjoy this meal quite a bit. “Only the ones who destroy my clothing.”
“Ah, so I’m lucky then.”
“Do you want to be?” Jungkook asked, closing the distance until they were a hair’s breadth away, the breath Jungkook didn’t need to take fanning over Yoongi’s lips.
“Why not?” Yoongi replied, pressing their lips together with a small groan.
Now, Jungkook didn’t usually kiss drunk people and he certainly didn’t fuck them, but since he was only planning on drinking from Yoongi tonight, he let himself fall into the kiss, pushing Yoongi back into the counter and palming the back of his head so he could kiss him harder.
Though he was small, Jungkook felt like he was being surrounded. Yoongi’s scent spread and thickened, making Jungkook feel like he was the drunk one. He’d never smelled anything like it and he wanted nothing more than to see if his blood tasted as good as he smelled.
Just as he thought that, Yoongi pulled back with a soft hiss, his breathing laboured. Jungkook blinked at him, his eyes immediately zeroing in on the cut on Yoongi’s lip and the small bead of blood forming there.
“Sharp teeth,” Yoongi murmured, his tongue darting out to lick up the blood. Jungkook couldn’t stop the groan that left his mouth or make himself pull away. He barely thought as he lunged forward, slamming their lips together with so much force, Yoongi bowed back over the sink, his arms scrambling for purchase on Jungkook’s shoulders. Normally, Jungkook would be worried about using that amount of strength, but Yoongi pushed back against him, his fingers digging in, and Jungkook was pretty sure he was going to lose it in public for the first time since he’d learned to control his hunger.
Thankfully, another human interrupted before that could happen. “Yo, get a room. I need to wash my hands.”
Startled, Yoongi wrenched back, his lips once again catching on Jungkook’s fangs and leaving a small cut in its wake. Yoongi met the judgemental gaze of the random clubgoer and flushed even deeper, so much so that Jungkook was starting to wonder if he’d have to bite his cheeks to get blood—it all seemed to flood there.
“I’m sorry. We’re sorry. Let me just— move,” Yoongi hastened to say, jumping off the counter.
Jungkook caught him and spun him out of the way, directing him out into the dark hallway and pressing him against the wall before Yoongi could even catch a breath. Jungkook attached his lips to Yoongi’s neck, dragging his teeth over his pulse just to tease himself. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Yoongi’s heartbeat skyrocketed, the sound echoing in Jungkook’s ears, seconds before he nodded. “My place is close.”
“Then lead the way,” Jungkook murmured, allowing himself a quick nip at Yoongi’s neck. He lapped up the blood almost immediately, sealing the wound before any pain stronger than a normal human bite could be noticed, but Yoongi groaned anyway, sagging into the wall. When Jungkook pulled back, Yoongi’s eyes were hazy with a whole other emotion: not drink or compulsion, but lust. Jungkook could smell it of course, but seeing it was always better. “Let’s go.”
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One thing Jungkook didn’t like about humans was how slow they moved. Most of the time he didn’t notice but as Yoongi directed him out of the club and toward his apartment, Jungkook had to viciously beat down the urge to just pick him up and run there. He didn’t want to risk being seen or having to wipe any more memories than necessary so he didn’t but he was impatient.
Especially as the lust that had sweetened Yoongi’s scent started to fade in the cool night air and the tart smell from before returned. He still liked it but he wanted the sweetness back. He wanted to taste it.
So, Jungkook wrapped himself around Yoongi’s back, his mouth dragging over his pulse point even as they continued to walk. He felt Yoongi swallow against his lips and smiled. “You taste good.”
Yoongi made a small, surprised sound and then turned his head slightly as if he’d be able to see Jungkook even though he was standing too close. “Can’t say I’ve ever been told that before.”
“I do like to be original,” Jungkook murmured, his tongue darting out and pressing against Yoongi’s pulse. He was practically edging himself and he knew he should stop but that sweet scent was returning and he wanted it. Before he could think of something else to say though, Yoongi stopped walking and Jungkook nearly pushed him down by accident. “Changed your mind?”
“No,” Yoongi replied. “We’re here.”
Jungkook straightened and looked around. They hadn’t been walking that long so Yoongi really hadn’t been joking about his place being close. He didn’t see any obvious entrance though and frowned, glancing at Yoongi in question. “Here?”
“This way,” Yoongi directed before he turned to walk down a dark alleyway.
Something twisted in Jungkook’s belly. At first, he thought it was fear—which was ridiculous, he was literally the thing that went bump in the night—but soon realized it was concern. It had to be dangerous walking into a dark unlit alley to get home. Yoongi was small and human. Something could very easily snatch him in such a place. “Isn’t there a light?”
“Burned out. Landlord refuses to replace it,” Yoongi replied, his words coming much smoother and clearer now that they’d take the time to walk home. Jungkook realized that probably meant he sobered up, which was good, since he always felt a little shitty taking advantage of drunk people. “Come on in. Make yourself at home.”
Despite the darkness of the alley, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice that Yoongi’s apartment, though small, was very homey. It felt warm and cozy in a way Jungkook didn’t think he’d experienced since he was turned. His home was, well, home, but it didn’t have this feel. He was partially convinced only humans could attain this feeling.
“Changed your mind?”
Once again hearing his own words repeated back to him, Jungkook turned his eyes to Yoongi, who was watching him with something close to confusion on his face. Jungkook frowned slightly and shook his head. “Not a chance. How could I?”
Yoongi hummed, his head tilting to the side, causing the hair previously tucked behind his ear to fall out and fan across his shoulder. “The light of day and all that.”
“Seems stupid,” Jungkook said immediately, using a bit of his speed to close the distance between them and sweep Yoongi up into his arms so he could crush him against his chest. “I only wanted to look around your place. It has a nice feel.”
“I— thank you?” Yoongi managed, his eyes wide and somewhat startled. He knew Yoongi was trying to understand how Jungkook had moved so fast, how he’d blinked and missed him move. Humans always had a way of convincing themselves that their eyes were playing tricks on them and he saw the exact moment that Yoongi decided that’s what had happened.
Not letting him pass another moment thinking about it, Jungkook bent down and kissed Yoongi again, his tongue instinctively seeking out the small cuts that dried over and closed so he could suck on them. Yoongi moaned lightly in response, his back arching until he was pressed against Jungkook, his arms once again finding their way to his shoulders.
For a moment, Jungkook considered bending his rules and fucking Yoongi. It wasn’t that he didn’t fuck humans or his meals, it was simply that he didn’t fuck drunk people. But even as he thought that, a small part of him pointed out that Yoongi had sobered up on the walk home so it wouldn’t be that bad.
His blood, however, told a different story. Jungkook allowed himself to nick Yoongi’s tongue as he kissed him, sucking harshly as he did so. The blood was thin, mixed with saliva as their tongues tangled together, but even then he could taste the alcohol in his blood; it was still there regardless of how he was acting.
Though he was a little disappointed, Jungkook hooked his hands under Yoongi’s thighs and lifted him up, backing him into the wall and pinning him there. Yoongi let out a choked gasp but Jungkook ignored it as he threaded one hand through Yoongi’s hair, the strands winding around his fingers as he closed his hand into a fist and jerked his head to the side. The gasp turned to a moan as Yoongi’s eyes fluttered closed, his body going lax in Jungkook’s hold as he let himself be moved. His hands kept moving though, running up and down Jungkook’s arms and over his shoulders as Jungkook kissed down his neck, dragging his tongue along the line of his throat.
When he reached the juncture of his shoulder, Jungkook let his fangs lengthen and eyes turn black. He knew Yoongi must feel his teeth but he didn’t comment, not that Jungkook would have replied. He simply sank his teeth into Yoongi’s shoulder and began to drink, something close to whine escaping as blood filled his mouth and he finally got to taste him. He was just as sweet as Jungkook had thought he’d be—even with alcohol tainting the flavour.
He felt Yoongi stiffen against him, the initial pain of the bite making fear overwhelm his scent seconds before the venom kicked in and masked the pain. Jungkook wasn’t entirely sure how it worked but humans seemed to like it, to get off on it, and Yoongi was no different. He’d already been worked up but now he was hard, his hips rolling against Jungkook with a desperate whine. Jungkook could remember the first time a vampire had bitten him, how his blood had heated and his brain had fogged, the desire for release clouding everything. It was almost embarrassing in hindsight but having Yoongi rut against him now wasn’t embarrassing.
The only part that was maybe a little embarrassing was his own response to it. He’d set boundaries, set rules, he wasn’t going to fuck Yoongi, but his body responded anyway, eager to please. Jungkook swallowed deeply, groaning so loud he could feel it in Yoongi’s skin. His rule didn’t mean he couldn’t let Yoongi get off. It was the least he could do, right? A thank-you for the pint of blood?
Withdrawing his fangs, Jungkook licked the wound to seal it and pulled back, scanning Yoongi’s face. He looked fucked out, like he’d already cum, and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from kissing him again. Yoongi seemed to snap out of the haze he’d fallen into, his movements growing erratic even as he clutched onto Jungkook’s head and cried out against his mouth. “I— fucking— freak, god, make me cum.”
Jungkook wanted to laugh, wondering if Yoongi had somehow convinced himself Jungkook was a weird human into bloodplay rather than a creature of the night. It didn’t matter though. It wasn’t like he’d ever see him again.
Forcing Yoongi’s head to the side again, Jungkook bit down on the previously unmarked side of Yoongi’s neck and started to drink again. He flattened his hand on the small of Yoongi’s back and pressed forward, adding pressure and friction to Yoongi’s cock. He could feel it pulse against him, smell his desperation in the spikes in his scent, and he was drunk on it, couldn’t help but guide his movements to give Yoongi what he needed.
He tasted Yoongi cum before he heard it. His blood turned even sweeter, almost too sweet, like molasses, and then Yoongi was sobbing against him, his hips jerking against Jungkook’s.
Only when he felt Yoongi sag against him did he stop drinking again. This time Yoongi just blinked at him, post-orgasm and blood loss making him spacey. It was, admittedly, a good look on him. Jungkook licked his lips of the last of Yoongi’s blood and then smiled, his fangs peeking out from behind his lips. “Bedroom?”
Yoongi lifted an arm to point before it fell limply over Jungkook’s shoulder. The motion was good enough though because Jungkook noticed the door he’d pointed at and carried him there. He sat him down on his bed, double-checking to make sure that he’d properly sealed the wounds, then crouched down in front of Yoongi.
“Do as I say: Clean yourself up and eat well for the next three days. When you wake up tomorrow, you will not remember me. You went home with a stranger, it didn’t work out, so you slept alone. Okay?” For a moment, nothing happened and Jungkook shifted, a small frown appearing on his lips. “Okay?”
“Are you trying to say we’re not going to fuck?”
Jungkook’s mouth dropped open, his fangs visible even as the black rapidly receded from his eyes, leaving confused brown behind. “What?”
Yoongi blinked a few times, the haze from before fading as he frowned at Jungkook. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Just a weird way to say it. Also, did you literally drink my blood because that really can’t be safe? Do you get tested? So many things can be transferred via blood and—”
“What is happening?” Jungkook whispered.
“Where did your fangs go?” Yoongi asked, staring hard at his mouth. Jungkook was aware his canines were more prominent than most but they’d returned mostly to normal since he wasn’t drinking anymore. It always took a bit once the blood high faded. Junkook was sure the shock he was feeling had a lot to do with how fast they’d receded this time.
Shaking his head hard, Jungkook let his eyes turn again and refocused on Yoongi. “Go to sleep and forget meeting me.”
“I— what— I—” Since that wasn’t the reaction he expected to get—Yoongi should have passed out immediately—Jungkook was too shocked to notice the change in Yoongi’s scent at first. It’d been sweet and calm since he came but now it turned sour, fear seeping out of every pore. Once he did notice it, Jungkook straightened, his eyes snapping to Yoongi’s, who was still staring at him with wide eyes. “What are you? Are you— I— what is happening? How much did I drink? Did you drug me?”
Jungkook could only stare as Yoongi stood up and pushed past him, stumbling into a door that he could only assume was a bathroom. Whatever the room was, it clearly had a mirror because the ‘there are no marks’ shout of confusion carried back to him easily.
Never, not once, in all his three hundred years, had Jungkook drank from a human who didn’t do what he told him to do when he forced his will onto them. He rarely used it so it was possible he was out of practice but he didn’t think so. Hadn’t Yoongi answered him when he’d asked him if he was anemic earlier?
He could have just been answering the question.
Lifting his head as Yoongi reentered the room, that sour scent of fear so thick it was now overwhelming, Jungkook grimaced. He was sensitive to scents normally but he was particularly attuned to Yoongi’s—for good and for bad.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“What?” Jungkook managed, his own confusion of why his powers weren’t working overwhelmed by surprise. “Why would I do that?”
Yoongi waved a hand at him. “You’re obviously either a fucking serial killer or a literal vampire and neither of those things work well for dudes like me. We end up dead and on the front page of the news.”
“I’m not technically a serial killer.”
“Technically?” Yoongi shrieked, the sound so loud and high that Jungkook winced. “What does that mean?!”
Jungkook blinked at him. “It means I don’t kill people for pleasure like human serial killers do?”
“Human,” Yoongi repeated, his whole body collapsing into itself. Jungkook watched him curl up, his face buried in his knees.
“Why aren’t you running?” Jungkook asked despite himself. Yoongi was clearly afraid and convinced Jungkook was going to kill him, so why not run?
Yoongi didn’t lift his head. “You move fast! I fucking saw it but I just thought— and you asked about the light bulb. Oh god, I’m going to die with dried cum in my pants. This is the worst day ever.”
Jungkook snorted, the sound escaping before he could stop it. This was the weirdest conversation he’d ever had. “That’s your biggest concern, huh?”
“Yes! Don’t judge me for my concerns! You don’t get to make fun of me before killing me,” Yoongi snapped, the sour scent of fear fading away.
That intrigued Jungkook, his head tilting as he met Yoongi’s affronted expression. “I’m not going to kill you. That was never my intention. I just wanted to feed and go home.”
Yoongi’s brows furrowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips just as he had earlier. And just as earlier, Jungkook couldn’t help but watch the movement. “You’re not?”
“No,” Jungkook confirmed.
“Then why kiss me? Couldn’t you have bitten me at the club?” Yoongi asked, then his expression turned somewhat upset. “You did! I felt it! You bit me!”
“I did.”
“Then why—” Yoongi broke off, his legs moving until his thighs and knees were pressed together self-consciously. “Why?”
There were a few answers to that but the simplest was that “You smell good. And you made me laugh. If you hadn’t been drinking, we’d have fucked.”
Yoongi raised a brow. “Interesting moral code for someone who stole my blood without consent.”
“Yea, well, I gotta eat.”
“I see,” Yoongi murmured, his eyes darting to Jungkook and then away. “Now what?”
“Honestly, I want to know why the fuck we’re having this conversation instead of you just forgetting all about this.”
Frowning slightly, Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. “Is that what you were doing when you were talking to me? Trying to make me forget?”
“Yes, it usually works,” Jungkook muttered.
“Performance issues?” Yoongi asked, his tone laced with sympathy.
Despite everything, Jungkook found himself laughing again. He didn’t think he’d ever laughed as much as he did since Yoongi had stumbled into him and ruined his shirt. “Apparently.”
Yoongi smiled and looked away, one hand creeping up to his throat and rubbing. Jungkook followed the movement, noticing for the first time how pretty his hands were. He couldn’t help but think he’d missed an opportunity to see them wrapped around his dick or feel them raking down his back.
He knew what he should be doing. He should be making Yoongi promise to keep his mouth shut. He should be going home before Seokjin started calling, wondering where he was. He should be leaving. Instead, he found himself speaking, saying something completely different, “Can you come home with me?”