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It's raining the night the Seoul snatchings start again- a family of three dragged out of their homes in the middle of the night and devoured out on the streets.
The mother has her liver torn out, intestines stretched across the sidewalk like a fleshy jump rope left outside by a thoughtless child. The father is missing most of his torso, rib cage hollowed out like a carved pumpkin and skin peeled back to reveal a jack-o-lantern grin of missing organs. His eyes too have been devoured, bite marks lining the edge of his eye socket and the brow bone caved in. His leg has been gnawed down, the whiteness of the bone glistening wet in the dark.
There's nothing left of the child.
Yoongi comes home drenched to the core with the scent of wet blood coating him. He drops the folder and all its terrible, terrible contents onto the bed, and climbs on. Jungkook feels the mattress dip under their weight before he feels Yoongi's hands slide the blindfold down, past his chin.
Yoongi unclasps the chains on Jungkook's wrists and runs a hand down Jungkook's bare shoulder. His palm is clammy, damp from rain and sticky from blood. It feels like perfume lathered onto Jungkook's skin.
"Rough night?" Jungkook asks. Yoongi ignores him in favor of carding his fingers through Jungkook's hair, petting him. “You look shaken.”
"I've had worse," Yoongi says. His other hand maps its way down to his hipbone, fingers trailing. It's dark in the basement, but Jungkook has never needed light to see the cold, murderous rage layered in Yoongi's eyes.
"You hungry?" Yoongi asks sweetly. His fingers are so gentle, resting on Jungkook's sunken in stomach and the length of his ribs. Jungkook smiles back, all teeth. "Starving.”
Yoongi pats the top of his head. He breathes slow and steady and Jungkook smells the excitement in his breath as he undoes the final clasp and lets Jungkook sit up.
"I can trust you right?"
---
From what Jungkook knows, they only call Yoongi in when things get bad- and in the line of work that Yoongi does, bad covers a lot of things.
Bad is 3AM emergency calls to scrape blood and brain bits off a dark alleyway and telling distraught family members that their loved ones have fallen victim to the ghouls- and when asked about cremating the body, it means to reply that truthfully there isn’t enough left. Bad is Yoongi coming home drenched in ghoul blood and a grisly smile that inevitably finds its way against Jungkook’s lips- letting him get a taste for himself.
Bad is tonight’s kind of crime.
As far as grisly situations go, Jungkook can tell from the eerie paleness in Yoongi's naturally sallow complexion, that this time it's really bad.
Yoongi doesn't show him the pictures, but Jungkook can smell it on his skin when he comes home and down into the basement: a hint of liver, some shreds of skin and the crisp scent of bone dust settling into the base of his stomach.
Jungkook feels the pressure of the chains falling away from his wrists before he hears the small click of the key in Yoongi’s hands. He raises his head and lets Yoongi grip the bottom of his chin to stare into his eyes. There’s a calm challenge in his eyes, belied by the usual bloodlust. Yoongi grips the back of Jungkook’s neck with his other hand and then carefully presses his wet fingertips up against Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook breathes in, nostrils flaring in response to the blood. There’s clumps of sugar in the blood, the tell-tale traces of a recent feeding. He licks his lips, tongue peeking out to lap at the tips of Yoongi’s fingers and thinks he can taste a hint of the frenzy, the excitement of the kill.
“Find them.” Yoongi commands and Jungkook pulls back, saliva pooling past his lips in anticipation.
He lets Jungkook dress himself and waits by the door. Jungkook dresses in dark colors, something he knows Yoongi won't mind tossing away after tonight. He laces up his shoes and waits for Yoongi to snap the leash onto the collar on his neck. Ghouls, half or not, are not permitted to roam the streets without a license, or a taker.
It’s a formality. After all, Yoongi knows best that a simple chain-link won't stop Jungkook once he's tasted blood.
---
They trace their steps back through the alleyway, Jungkook leading the way. The scent of blood is still wet, watered down from all the rain. It makes it hard to pinpoint where exactly the trails lead, besides down into the city sewage system. Jungkook tips his head back and tries to find the scent to no avail. The rain has washed away most of the blood trails, but Jungkook isn't naive enough to scent only by blood.
He takes a deep breath and tastes fear in the air, the dank smell of adrenaline and fervor. Any ghoul, no matter how seasoned of a killer emits a signature scent when feeding. For some it tastes like ecstasy, for others it's power. Jungkook tastes the fear in the air and wonders how much of it is attributed to the two men walking beside him.
The ghoul must know that they're coming. This scale of a crime is not something meant to go under the radar. Ghouls are normally careful creatures, hidden among the population and sworn to a life of shadows. Whoever did this must have been so hungry, so desperate to make a public mess this bad.
Yoongi keeps a loose hold on the chain link, only keeping up the pretense of a tight hold once they're joined by his enforcement partner- a tall man by the name of Namjoon. Jungkook’s only met Namjoon a couple of times beforehand, but Namjoon has just as deadly of a reputation as Yoongi, if not an even more infamous one. Jungkook's only hunted one other time with Namjoon and it was a fast hunt. Where as Yoongi hunts with finesse, a deft sleight of hand to outwit his opponent, Namjoon is a lightning bruiser with as much intelligence as brute force to cave in skulls and decapitate ghouls.
The collar digs into Jungkook's neck as Yoongi brings him over to a stop.
"You really got him on a short leash," Namjoon comments. He leans down to ruffle Jungkook's hair with a smile. "I think he'd work better given more range."
"You don't let rabid dogs loose to hunt other rabid dogs," Yoongi says flatly.
Namjoon lifts an eyebrow. "I’m surprised you feel that way. Sure, he’s a half-rabid dog, but a smart one. You've trained him well."
Yoongi shrugs, but to Jungkook’s surprise he unclips the chain. “Go on Jungkook. Find them.”
They walk down deeper, twisting and winding into the dark. In the rain-lit streets, Seoul glows only the way dirty pebbles glow. It’s all grime and dirt, reeking of piss and blood. Jungkook hunts down the scent until they reach the edge of town near a secluded shop where a drunken man has passed out beside the gutter and the sewer grate beneath their feet radiates a dank warm smell.
Namjoon lets out a short whistle like Jungkook is actually some stray dog or something. "Come take a look at this."
He points to a dark, slithering stain that leaks into the sewer chamber and a small snippet of yellow fabric caught on the metal. Jungkook circles around, the weight of Yoongi’s gaze nailed to his back as he takes the fabric into his fingers and raises it to his nose. It reeks of stale death, but beneath all of it is the unmistakable scent of a ghoul. Jungkook closes his eyes and lets his senses take over.
"There's one ghoul. She hunts alone."
"Good," Namjoon says. "I'm not fond of repeating what we did last week at the Baron's nest."
"Me neither," Yoongi replies, but the tone of his voice says otherwise.
---
Min Yoongi hunts ghouls for a living.
Jungkook doesn’t know how he got started or how exactly he made a living out of it, but what he does know is that Yoong is good. He’s the best in all of Seoul, a pale nightmare to counter the true hellish nature of the ghouls. Yoongi is a sliver of moon, pale and slight with his blade a leering crescent.
Alongside Yoongi’s reputation is the rumor that he’s tamed a ghoul. No one knows how he came upon the ghoul, if he defeated it in battle or stole it from a ghoul mother the way men raise wolf pups to one day hunt other wolves.
Jungkook wasn’t raised as a pup. He was born a bloodhound and accordingly, Yoongi uses him as such. In spite of the names and insults Jungkook hears jeered out at him on the streets, he knows he isn’t just any ghoul.
He’s a half-ghoul by biology, some horrifying creation of organ transplants and a blood transfusion gone terribly wrong. The end result is a human who can no longer consume or receive nourishment from anything besides the flesh of humans- or as Yoongi has kindly taught him otherwise- the flesh of other ghouls.
“You are only as powerful as what you eat” is what Yoongi likes to tell him and Jungkook wonders idly if he’s included on the menu.
Jungkook is a deft hunter, the power trickling through his veins is as delayed as it is deadly. Yoongi is playing with a ticking time bomb and one that hasn’t even tapped into a tenth of his true power at that. Regardless if it’s 10 percent or 200 percent, Yoongi doesn’t appear fazed at all when Jungkook kills and gorges on chunks of ghoul.
It’s nature, clean and simple and Yoongi lets him know just as much.
To be truthful, Jungkook can hardly remember anything before Yoongi, though he knows they haven’t been together for as long as Yoongi likes to hint. His days in general go by slow.
There’s the soft bedsheets of the basement and the creeping darkness of hunger. There’s confusion and Yoongi’s voice beside his ear, finally undoing the chains around his legs. There’s Yoongi’s lips tracing his collarbones and telling him it’s time to go hunting, and finally, there’s the heat of pursuit and the sated sensation of teeth sinking into flesh to consume.
They make an odd pair.
Frankenstein and his pet monster, but Jungkook knows that between the two of them Yoongi is the real nightmare. Yoongi is the one who has forced him into this cycle of starvation and bloody hunts, but after every successful meal he brings Jungkook back home, slides the chains back on his wrists and ankles, and kisses him so sweetly that it leaves Jungkook dreaming of the next time, hungrier than ever.
---
They finally find the lone ghoul huddled in the shade under the pipes, blood soaked and frenzied like she no longer could care to hide. Her dress could have at some point been yellow, a slight daisy color drenched in the dirty rust of blood. She still has her mask on, and the blood on the edge of her mouth is as damning evidence as Yoongi needs.
Jungkook watches her rock back and forth, still shell shocked.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles under her breath. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Save it,” Yoongi says quietly. He tightens his hold on the hilt of his blade as she lets out a small wail. “It’s over. There’s nowhere to run.”
She tilts her head, eyes searching Yoongi before turning towards Jungkook. Her tongue flickers out, scenting the air. “I was just so hungry. I couldn't take it anymore."
She lets out a small sigh, more resigned than apologetic and turns back to Yoongi.
"You smell so sweet,” she taunts, eyes dark. “So much sweeter than what I just ate. I wish I were still hungry.”
She turns on her heel, ready to dash when Namjoon appears from the other side, blocking off the exit.
"Got any last words?" Yoongi says, unsheathing his blade. It gleams in the low light of the sewer, a ghastly green like poison.
"Got any last cringy questions to ask?" she shoots back and faster than the human eye could ever dream to track, lunges forward. It's Namjoon that parries the first blow, his own weapon taking the brunt of it. Jungkook watches her land back on her feet, ricocheting off the wall behind them for another attack. She dashes forward, claws poised to kill as she reaches for Yoongi's neck, but Jungkook beats her there.
He yanks her back by the hair and tosses her against the wall. The back of her head hits the concrete with a loud crack and Jungkook watches her eyes widen in shock. Blood smears onto the concrete behind her, but the shock is momentary. Before he can react, she yanks him forward by the shoulders.
Her claws sink in deep, drawing blood and Jungkook grits his teeth in pain and bites back a scream. She laughs, feral and delighted as she lunges into to take a bite and Jungkook raises an arm without thinking. She sinks her teeth in and Jungkook smells the blood gushing down his arm before he feels it wet his sleeve.
Immediately he senses her confusion and raises his other arm to deliver a heavy blow on the side of her neck. Her teeth are still deep in Jungkook’s arm and the blow dislodges her along with a chunk of his own flesh. It sends her sprawling onto the ground, panting in pain.
Jungkook shakes his head clear, as the gaping hole in his arm slowly knits itself back together.
"You're a ghoul?" The fear in her eyes turns ugly. "You traitor."
“I’m not,” Jungkook says. She glares back, spitting out the bloody chunk of Jungkook’s arm in disgust when her eyebrows suddenly shoot up. “This taste, it can’t be-”
She crawls up on her elbows, but it’s already too late. Jungkook grabs her by the arm and digs his fingers into her arm, pulling until he hears tendons snap when she tries to twist away. He dives onto her neck and slices his nails down her throat in one swift motion. Blood rushes down the collar of her shirt and the scent of it is intoxicating.
"Rabbit?" Her voice is fading fast. The blood bubbles past her lips. "Rabbit it's me. Oh my god what did they do to you?"
He rears back, panting. The thrill of the fight pounds in his ears. "Rabbit?"
"You don't remember," she says, struggling to her knees. Her voice is frantic, drowning into a gurgle. "It's me. We've been looking all over for you. It's me-"
Yoongi's sword swings over and decapitates her in a swift arc, blood splattering onto the brick wall behind and the low ceiling above them.
Jungkook stiffens. The warm shower of blood sends his mouth watering, practically Pavlovian, but this time it's lined with something more primal than hunger, more human than he can recall.
Jungkook watches her headless form slump down onto the ground, suddenly appetizing.
"You're hungry right?" Yoongi's breath hits the side of his neck. "Go ahead."
He bites down on the arm and thinks he can taste the hate in her blood, the very anger in the stretch of her skin. Her tendons are filled with questions, bewilderment dripping through her blood. He chews, voraciously- teeth snaring through tendons and veins until he finally tastes it.
Recognition. Familiarity. Guilt.
"C'mon Jungkook." Yoongi brushes the blood off his blade. "Let's get home."
---
Yoongi herds him back down into the basement and pushes him back onto the bed the minute they return home. Jungkook's back hits the mattress and in an instant Yoongi's fingers are on him. Jungkook peels off the bloody shirt the way a snake molts out of its own skin and rears up to meet Yoongi's kiss. The wounds on his body have long since healed since the fight and Yoongi is always eager to make more, forever ready to dismantle Jungkook to fit the mold of his hands.
He kisses Yoongi softly, feels the light brush of their lips. Yoongi’s lips are chapped, dead skin peeling on the edge and Jungkook wonders how easy it would be to lean forward and take a bite out of that perfect smile.
It’s in his nature to wonder, but Yoongi has trained him better- to be better than his base instinct. He settles for grinding their hips together as Yoongi wets his lips. They glisten in the low light like gloss, shiny and obscene.
“You smell so sweet,” Jungkook moans. His head hits the pillows as Yoongi pushes him down again. “I can’t get enough of how you smell.”
“And what exactly is that like?” Yoongi asks hurriedly. He shucks off his own shirt and pulls Jungkook’s pants down to his ankles, before yanking him forward for another kiss.
“You smell like cotton candy,” Jungkook says after a pause. He glances down at his hands and wonders why Yoongi’s scent distracts him the way it does.
“That’s not all that enticing,” Yoongi chuckles. He pushes a hand between Jungkook’s spread legs and traces his way down Jungkook’s inner thigh. Yoongi’s fingers are cold, wet with lube and Jungkook leans back to let him press the tip of his finger in.
“It’s addicting. I can’t get enough of it,” Jungkook mumbles, nearly incoherent. “It smells like a sweetness that I can barely remember.”
“That’s pretty gross,” Yoongi says, but his eyes are blown wide with lust, darkening at the way Jungkook’s body opens up beneath him taking two knuckles without so much as a wince. "You make it sound like my blood is chocolate."
“If you bled and I tasted it,” Jungkook admits. “I don’t think I would be able to stop.”
“You will,” Yoongi says, affirmative. He latches his lips onto the side of Jungkook’s neck and sucks a bruise into the skin. “I know you can.”
Before Jungkook can even react, Yoongi grabs something off the table beside his bed and slashes it across the back of his hand. The immediate scent of blood cuts through the haze of sweat and sex and Jungkook feels his vision darken, tunneling in on the sight of Yoongi’s pale hand.
“Yoongi,” Jungkook warns. “I’m not-”
“What does it taste like,” Yoongi says. “Tell me.”
He lifts his hand and smears the blood against Jungkook’s lips. It’s like every other time he comes home, ready to avenge another ghoul victim, but this time all Jungkook can smell is the overwhelming sweetness, a saccharine taunt so much like Yoongi himself.
Yoongi palms down on his crotch with his other hand, the mindless pleasure building into hunger. He works his fingers into Jungkook, presses in right where the pleasure becomes all too much. Jungkook lifts his head and presses his lips against the open wound, tongue lapping at the steady flow of blood.
“C’mon tell me,” Yoongi breathes, pushing in a third finger. “What do I taste like?”
Jungkook shakes his head, sensory overload halting his breath as Yoongi stretches him open. "You can tell me Jungkook." Yoongi's laughter rings loud in the dim light. "I won't be offended."
“You taste like-" His breath hitches as Yoongi pushes in with his fingers, slow and steady. "You taste so good."
“You can do better than that,” Yoongi growls. He pulls his fingers back and fixes Jungkook with a long, hard stare.
“I don’t know,” Jungkook says, running his tongue over his lips- anything to get another taste of Yoongi on his tongue. “I need more.”
Yoongi smirks, the innuendo not lost on him at all. “Don’t get greedy. You’ve already been fed today.”
“I need more,” Jungkook gasps and Yoongi finally gives it to him, sinking in.
"Oh god." Jungkook can feel his claws extend, the very most primal senses of his ghoul going into overdrive already. His fingers shred into the bed sheets, trying so so hard not to sink his fingers into Yoongi's pale skin and discover if his organs were just as sweet.
Yoongi luckily has no such reserve. He fucks Jungkook hard, slamming in like he wants it to hurt even though he knows Jungkook's half-ghoul body will heal faster than he can wreck it.
"I want you so much," Jungkook moans. "I can't help it."
“Me too. You’re mine,” Yoongi growls as he thrust in harder. “Mine, mine mine.”
"I know," Jungkook moans. He spreads his legs, as Yoongi hitches a leg above his shoulder and fucks in deeper. He pins Jungkook down even though Jungkook could easily throw him past the roof with a flick of his wrist. Suddenly, the blood painted on his lips isn’t enough. Jungkook isn’t a vampire. He needs flesh, he needs to consume.
“Yoongi,” he pants. “Yoongi I’m going to-“
Yoongi grabs him and smothers him back down with a kiss.
“Go on.”
He’s so close, so warm, pliant and real pressed up against Jungkook. He’s real, living flesh but something so untouchable at the same time. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as his vision goes white and he comes, hard. His entire body shakes and Yoongi holds him so carefully, thrusting in one last time.
Yoongi comes with a low groan and Jungkook watches him rolls over to his side, panting and sated. It takes a second for his breath to come back, but Jungkook lets the sensation of bliss settle all around him as Yoongi blinks back at him sleepily.
"Good work today," he says. His fingers hover over Jungkook's cheek before settling beside Jungkook's lips, the ultimate sign of trust between human and ghoul. Jungkook presses a small kiss against his knuckle and feels breathless at the way Yoongi doesn't so much as flinch.
"Good night," Jungkook whispers back.
He eyes the slow rise of Yoongi’s chest as he drifts off and dreams of picking apart Yoongi’s ribs, peeling back his skin, and placing the edge of his ear right up against his naked, pulsing heart.
---
Yoongi doesn’t let him out for weeks after that night. There must have been backlash from the department, something bureaucratic.
All Jungkook knows is that Yoongi paces around in the morning, his rushed footsteps dislodging dust from the ceiling above him, and doesn’t return home until very late.
He comes home reeking of blood and desperation, but not his own. Never his own. Yoongi is never desperate. Not the way Jungkook is starting to feel with his ribs slanting in to constrict his own lungs.
It’s funny Jungkook thinks, the only human- half human at that, he’s ever going to digest is himself from the inside out. He wonders half-deliriously if Yoongi knows what he's doing to him, if Yoongi will ever know the feeling of having your ribs shrink back, the stretch of skin over your cheeks feel inexplicably tight, or the way the hunger in your belly roars loud and then, just empty.
There's no way he doesn't.
Jungkook’s hungry. So so hungry.
And Yoongi knows it.
---
There’s another week. Maybe two, Jungkook can’t quite be sure anymore surrounded in the darkness. Nothing happens, or maybe too much happens.
Jungkook’s too hungry to even stand and Yoongi too busy to care. Too busy to sleep even, from the way Jungkook hears him return late each night the unmistakable stench of ghoul blood rinsed down the sinks, reeking through the pipes above Jungkook’s head. He hears a wince of pain, stifled into cloth and feels a pang of worry rattle his ribs.
“Let me help you,” Jungkook calls out into the dark. He can smell Yoongi stiffen past the doorway, the sound of his fingers resting on the knob.
He turns it and Jungkook watches him limp down the staircase, looking so terrifyingly human. Almost edible.
“Help me how?” Yoongi scoffs. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, still too far away from Jungkook to touch. “This was a mistake.”
“What’s a mistake?” Jungkook mumbles, suddenly numb. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”
"I don't have time. I'm sorry," Yoongi says. He blinks at Jungkook, eyes bloodshot and fatigued."This is my fault."
"Yoongi," Jungkook starts, but Yoongi cuts him off with a sigh. Tired and defeated.
“They found you that night, your chunk of arm still warm and almost living and knew you were still close.” Yoongi says. His voice comes out cold, but there’s no bite to it.
"Who is they?" Jungkook asks.
“They want me to kill you,” Yoongi continues like he didn't even hear. His voice doesn’t waver. “Didn’t think I could do it, but I’d say I’ve done a pretty good job of it anyways.”
"I'm not dying," Jungkook lies. He tries smiling, but he's not sure his lips will even move. "I'm just a little hungry."
“We can’t risk them retrieving you,” he says simply and then just like old times, cards his fingers through Jungkook’s dirty, matted hair.
“Yoongi, don’t.” Jungkook croaks. He struggles to his elbows, meeting Yoongi’s eyes dead on. There’s a horrifying second, a moment of stifling fear before the ceiling above them crashes in.
There’s the sound of howling, a ghoul’s shriek that shakes through the air. Yoongi stills, panic in his eyes.
“Stay here,” he says as if Jungkook isn’t chained to the bed with limbs too weak to even lift.
Yoongi bolts up the stairs and instantly the wailing sounds again, but this time it’s coming from all over the place. There are dozens of ghouls, maybe even more wailing like sirens into the night and they reek of hunger.
Jungkook pulls at the chains latched onto his wrists, helpless as the debris of the roof falls in chunks around him.
“Shhh.”
There’s a voice above him, soft and trusting, hushing him like a wounded dog.
“Hang on. Lemme get you out of here,” the ghouls says and in two easy movements, yanks the chains to pieces the way Jungkook in any waking moment with something, anything in his belly could have done. The strange ghoul in a pink shirt hauls him up, letting Jungkook lean the entirety of his weight onto his shoulder.
"Jesus, you've grown," he says. He eyes Jungkook through the slits of his mask that strikes Jungkook as oddly fond. "You're so skinny though."
Jungkook feels himself being swung upward as the ghoul hoists him onto his back. He brings Jungkook to the ground floor through the wreckage until they come upon the main hall.
"I found him V!" the ghoul calls and instantly the barrage of wailing halts. The darkness in the center of the room dissipates to reveal a boy no older than Jungkook himself.
There's a ring of ghouls standing around him, each grinning in anticipation. Jungkook whirls around and feels the bottom of his stomach drop out.
"Where's Yoongi?"
"Long time no see,” the boy in the center says and when Jungkook gives no reply, he raises a brow. “I missed you too Rabbit, just in case you were wondering." He pulls his hood back to reveal a shock of orange hair.
"Where's Yoongi?" Jungkook repeats and he lunges towards the boy. In an instant, a crowd of ghouls flock to him, securing his arms and wrestling him down to the floor. He bites a hand, grinning as one of the ghouls shrieks and kicks him down.
"Yoongi? Min Yoongi? We ate him," V jokes, grin bloody. He plants a foot down next to Jungkook's face. "Did you want a piece or something?"
Jungkook spits at him, blood curling down his chin.
V tilts his head. “You really don’t remember, do you? You have no clue what you are. How powerful you are...”
Jungkook snarls at him, lunging forward so hard that something in his arm snaps. V steps back, eyes searching Jungkook's. In a flash, he closes the distance between them, his nails slashing a pattern down against the side of Jungkook’s neck, just hard enough to draw blood. Jungkook gasps as the ghoul leans in quickly to stem the flow of blood with his lips.
“It really is you. You still taste so sweet,” he murmurs. He kneels down to meet Jungkook’s eyes and Jungkook sees the same emotions flicker across his face as he tasted in the ghoul’s flesh: longing, sadness, pity.
“What did they do to you?”
Jungkook can't comprehend any of it. None of it makes sense even as V continues looking at him, like Jungkook is the most wonderful thing he's ever witnessed. After a long second, V snaps his fingers and instantly the ghouls move back, forming a ring around him.
"You look hungry," V comments. "I was just kidding earlier you know? We saved you a sweet treat, the whole thing."
Yoongi is slumped over, unmoving even as the pack of ghouls drag him into the center of the ring. He's so pale, blood pouring out of his chest onto the once clean tiles below.
"It's time for you to come home. You've been gone for so long." V's lips trace their way across the shell of his ear. "He's had you kept like a pet. Cooped up like a lamb for slaughter. I'd say he's had it coming."
Jungkook watches as the ghouls around them grin in anticipation. He knows what's coming next.
"Eat him."
He pushes Jungkook towards Yoongi's prone form and Jungkook twists away in relief. Yoongi's still alive, bleeding but all of his limbs are still intact. His blonde hair is practically red, soaked in blood from a deep head wound. Jungkook watches him gather himself unsteadily to his knees, eyes calm. He beckons Jungkook forward with a crook of his finger even as Jungkook's mouth hovers, saliva on the corner.
"Do it," Yoongi laughs. His voice is scratchy. "Do it Jungkook."
It's in Jungkook's nature to consume and in his nurture to obey Yoongi. He bites into the soft flesh of Yoongi's shoulder, feels the skin slide to mold against the sharpness of his teeth and then, break. Yoongi's breath shakes and Jungkook makes it quick, tearing through to dislodge a chunk of flesh.
He tastes the blood, the sweet, sweet copper fill his mouth and drinks to his fill. Yoongi tastes as every bit sweet as he could have ever imagined, fantasized. Every drop of it fills his veins with power.
The room shakes and Jungkook knows there's no turning back. The light above them shatters as the darkest form of his power consumes the room, cutting off escape.
"Go on Jungkook," Yoongi wheezes, through clenched teeth. The blood on his skin is beautiful, rosy brown and bleeding fast down the collar of his shirt. Their eyes meet and Jungkook nods back in understanding before his vision goes red.
"Kill them all."