#taekook #taekookau “You sure THIS is your best, Jimin? these dolls of yours are no fun. Wasted my time for this shit.” Taehyung— King of Vampire Clan and the most feared Mob Boss in SK tsks, clearly unamused. “Nah! The BEST is yet to come.” And the curtain rises.

Taehyung eyes glisten, curious and intrigued. He's never witnessed such beauty before. A mint haired doll, tiny waist peeking from his black cropped top, metal chain hanging on his body, accentuating his already alluring figure. The /doll/ looks enchanting.

As if the Gods took their special time curating him, adding just the right amount of beauty to him. His eyes shine, maybe coz of the glittery eyeshadow? But Taehyung swore he saw the whole galaxy in those big eyes. Those eyes. Those eyes are casting a spell on him.

Jimin snickers besides him. Taehyung watches as the /doll/ moves, swaying his hips to the music, body flowing with the beats like an a free-flowing river. He moves. He moves as if the song was made for him.

And the lyrics start. /I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body You see the scars painted over my skin/ The doll's hands traces his own body, gliding across his sides, and then lifting them up, the action results in his already cropped top getting lifted even more.

Taehyung's orbs darken, crimson red flashing across his irises. He just saw a fucking piercing on the doll's navel. He's wearing a small ring with a stud which shines as the light from the club falls on it.

The song continues, /I'm in control, when you give me your body, yeah I feel our souls burnin' up when I'm, inside of you and I And I'ma leave a mark, just to remind you Where you belong, baby Give me your all, scream as loud as you want/ And the doll twirls over the pole.

His hand behind his back, holding the metal pole for balance as he splits his legs in a perfect 180 over the pole. Taehyung watches him, his eyes glistening with mirth and curiosity. Something inside him burns, a sickening sense of lust, want, desire. He wants him. The doll.

"Jimin-ah. Get him to me. Now." The vampire simply flicks his fingers towards the doll who's still moving in sync, engrossed in the music. Jimin smirks, "Thought you said my dolls have no spice?" Taehyung replies with a deep rumble.

Jimin walks over to the stage, whispering something in the boy's ears. The doll then turns around, smirking and winking at Taehyung. The vampire feels a sudden spark igniting in his nerves. The doll struts his way across the floor, walking towards Taehyung.

His walk is confident. Steps calculated. As if it's nothing new for him. Which is true, it's nothing uncommon. This is what he's been doing for years now. An unpleasant feeling settles at the pit of his stomach as Taehyung gets accustomed to the fact.

The doll's steps finally come to a halt, his perky ass landing directly on Taehyung's thighs as the doll latches his hands behind the vampire's neck, legs swinging on Taehyung's sides as he slides over the mob boss' lap.

"My oh my! King Taehyung in our humble abode? What an honour. How may I serve you, your majesty?" The doll seductively whispers, soft, pink, glossy lips touching the shell of Taehyung's ears.

Taehyung inhales a string whiff of the sweet, luscious scent of the doll, his hand snaking around that tiny waist, fingers twirling the metal chain on the doll's body. "What's your name, doll?" The doll snickers, "you just said it, my king."

"Your real name, I mean." Taehyung's voice is low, laced with determination and authority. The doll gulps hard. Glittery eyes with honey brown irises staring back at he flickering crimson red ones.

"Jungkook. My name. My name's Jungkook." Jungkook. The name is so pretty. Just like the doll. "My name's —" "King. King Taehyung. You're the Vampire king and Mafia boss." Taehyung is amused. He's an interesting one.

Generally, dolls are not used to the world outside the club. But Jungkook does. Which only means two things. One, Jimin treats his dolls well. Like humans. And two, the doll.. is a curious little cat.

"Jimin hyung allows us to go out and do whatever we wish to." Jungkook speaks, as if he's reading the vampire's mind. Taehyung nods. "What service can you offer, Jungkook?" Jungkook. Nobody calls him Jungkook here. He's doll.

He's not very fond of that word, that title. But that is what he is. That is what his life is narrowed down to. A doll. To play. To please the visitors and clients. "W-why are you calling me by name, my king?" His voice is shaky, trying to understand why

Taehyung is treating him differently. Why not like the others. "Do you want me to call you doll then? Never came across someone who treats you well, hm?" Taehyung snorts, his grip tightening over Jungkook's waist, pulling him closer.

Jungkook nods. It's true. He's never been treated well before. It's either he's been eye-fucked while dancing on the floor or treated like a fucking tool on the bed. He's never been treated well before.

Taehyung looks displeased at the other's reaction. Jungkook bites his lips in fear. Gosh! Did he just tell the Mafia king that he's been ill-treated in his own friend's club? Might as well dig a hole and bury himself now.

"Jimin!" Jungkook shuts his eyes close, clutching onto the vampire's coat, his head dropping low over the feather embellishment on Taehyung's outfit. Jimin hurriedly stands in front of him. "Please. Please.. Don't" Jungkook chants over Taehyung's shoulder.

"Huh? Don't what..?" Taehyung is stunned. What exactly is this boy!? Jungkook sniffles over his shoulder, clinging onto the Vampire for dear life. Jimin swallows the lump in his throat, Taehyung's demeanour is.. terrifying. So dark that one might piss their pants.

Taehyung soothes the boy in his arms first, his large hand circling the doll's back. "Shh. Wh — why are you crying, hey?" "Please don't complain to him. I don't— I don't have anywhere to go. Please." Jungkook's voice is breaking, muffled.

"I'm not complaining, sweetheart. Calm down, yeah?" Jimin watches the interaction. Eyes blown wide. He's never seen Taehyung, the cold-hearted, ruthless vampire king being this soft before. "Taehyungie?" Taehyung looks up and gestures him to wait.

"I'm taking him." Jimin stumbles, trips on thin air. "W— what do you mean taking him?" Taehyung's jaw clenches, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, eyes blazing red. "Did I speak alien language, Park Jimin? I am taking him. With me. to my place." Wait— what?

"Tae.. you need to know something about him." Jimin hesitantly speaks, fingers fidgeting out of nervousness. Taehyung rolls his eyes, already standing on his feet with the doll still clinging onto him. "Then, I'll let Jungkook tell me about himself, right Jungkookie?"

Jungkook hazily nods, breathing out a deep, relieved sigh. He has no idea why bit there's a feeling. A content, gratifying feeling which flows in Jungkook's veins as he lets himself go weightless in the vampire's arms. "We'll get going then."

Jimin watches wordlessly as the Vampire carries his club's most precious and most fruitful doll out of the club, walking like the king that he is. "Don't kill me when you get to know what he is, Taehyung-ah." Jimin sighs and whispers to himself.

Taehyung had no idea the moment he'll lock the door behind him, he'll be attacked with a pair of soft, cherry lips. He's not complaining, but it just.. took him off guard. Jungkook cups the vampire's cheeks and kisses him deeply.

Taehyung pulls him close by the waist, closing the non-existent distance between them. Jungkook's lips slot against him perfectly, as if two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. Taehyung swipes his tongue across the doll's bottom lip, Jungkook parts it oh so easily.

The vampire carries him to the bed. Jungkook's back hit the soft mattress of Taehyung's bed and the vampire hovers him. Their lips still connected. Jungkook hungrily pulls the vampire king closer to him, discarding his clothes.

"So eager, so excited, baby. Aren't you?" Taehyung whispers, lapping his tongue over the shell of Jungkook's ear. The doll freezes for a moment. No. He's not eager. He's not excited. He just wants them to do the deed and get over it as soon as possible.

Because he knows, when the morning comes he'll be back in the club. In the same dimly lit room where his life is confined to. Jungkook almost.. almost whimpers when Taehyung sucks on his neck, his fangs slightly brushing over his pale, smooth skin.

"You smell so good, so fucking delicious." Jungkook simply responds with a moan. Taehyung's hand slides over the boy's neck, moving down towards his chest, twirling the metal chain on his body. "A-ahh!! Please.. can you do it already?" The doll cries and Taehyung chuckles.

The vampire's lips trail sloppy wet kisses on the doll's skin, marking his skin with his teeth, lapping his tongue over the bite marks. A hand stops him the moment Taehyung starts unbuttoning the doll's shirt. "Can I keep this on? Please? I don't.. like.. being naked."

Taehyung would be lying if he said he didn't feel the tremble, the fear in the doll's voice. His voice is shaky, pleading. As if.. as if telling Taehyung to just fuck him and leave him back in the club. The vampire sighs and rolls over on the bed, next to Jungkook.

Jungkook panics, fear creeping in his veins, fright taking over him. "I want to take my precious time with you, Jungkook." Jungkook feels the softness in his voice, the concern, the care. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 "Why?"

Taehyung looks at him, his thumb caressing the scar on Jungkook's cheek and the latter leans in his touch, tears welling in his eyes. It's overwhelming for him. Nobody calls him Jungkook. "Because you're precious." Taehyung replies, smiling. Nobody calls him precious.

He's used to it. The feeling of being used. The feeling of being a 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭. "You wanna rest?" The vampire asks and Jungkook just don't know how to fucking respond to him. Just why! Why does Taehyung care what he wants. Isn't he a tool? A damn marionette to control?

"Don't." Jungkook replies, lips wobbling, eyes pleading. Taehyung looks at him, baffled and confused with the perplexing response. "Don't what? Why are you so scared? What are you so.. confused about, Jungkook?" "Don't call me Jungkook. Please." Okay... what??

"Why are you so nice to me? Aren't I just a doll? Just a.. prostitute??" 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 "I brought you here, you're not a doll to me. You're Jungkook, yeah? You know what, why don't you go to sleep, hm? We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Taehyung suggests. With all honesty, even he has no damn idea what exactly is this doll. Doll. No, he's not a doll. He's Jungkook. To Taehyung, he's Jungkook.

Jungkook doesn't reply. Simply shifts on his side, curling like a ball, sniffling lightly. "You can fuck me anytime you want. Even if I'm asleep." What in the actual world- "Jungkook. Just fucking sleep! Let me get you something to wear and you can sleep, yeah?"

Now he's getting on Taehyung's nerves. All he wanted was an ass to fuck. It's not Taehyung's fault that Jungkook's eyes.. they spoke to him. What? He has no idea. All he knows is.. he wants Jungkook. For as long as he can keep him. For as long as Jungkook stays.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶... Taehyung's not gonna confine Jungkook. He'll give him freedom. The freedom Jungkook has no idea of. The freedom that Jungkook fears. Because freedom... comes with a price.

The vampire hands over a pair of t-shirt and shorts to the boy, guiding him to the huge bathroom in his room, while he discards his own shirt, sighing and thinking deeply. 'Just who are you. And why do I feel this fucking need to protect you, Jungkook.' sigh Who knows

Taehyung walks over to the balcony, eyes gazing the city lights. Seoul looks pretty at night. The sky is potted and painted with brightly shining stars. But then again his mind wanders to the boy with wide, sparkling doe eyes.

Jungkook. Jungkook. His mind chants the name like a mantra, lips curling up in a smile as he remembers the way Jungkook kissed him feverishly. And suddenly, the taste of his favourite wine becomes bland. Those cherry lips left a sickening addiction on Taehyung.

The vampire twirls the liquid in the glass, shaking his head, brushing off the thought of the doll. No. Jungkook. "Jungkook. You're Jungkook. But who are you, Jungkook?"

When he returns back in the room, the last thing Taehyung expected to see was Jungkook folding the duvet and neatly placing it on the floor, with a pillow in his hand. But yeah, that is exactly what he's seeing right now. "What the fuck? Jungkook? The fuck are you doing?"

The pillow falls from the doll's hand, and Jungkook gulps, absolutely terrified with the sudden outburst. "I-I'm sorry. You said I can sleep. So.. so i was making my bed. I.. or I can go anywhere else you want." Jungkook replies, shoulders sagging.

Taehyung sighs, ruffles his own hair and sets the glass on the table. "When I said sleep, I meant sleep on the fucking bed. Not the floor. Just how difficult is it to understand?" Taehyung's voice is deep, eyes dark, demeanor scary. Jungkook shakes a bit in his place.

"Just sleep on the bed, yeah? Let's not.. let's not talk anymore. I don't have the energy in me to talk right now." Ofcourse he doesn't. He got blue-balled. He's thirsty. And he needs to rest.

Jungkook simply nods, biting his lips and picking up the duvey from the floor. The boy hesitantly crawls on the bed, facing the right side of the room while Taehyung lays next to him. They're close. But they're far. An invisible wall of hesitation and fear blocking them.

"Do you sleep as well?" A low voice is heard and Taehyung turns around, now facing Jungkook's back. The vampire snakes his arm around the doll's waist, snuggling closer to him. "I don't necessarily need to. But I need to rest my eyes. Sleep, Jungkook."

"I won't do anything against your will, yeah?" The vampire speaks and kisses Jungkook's neck. Jungkook visibly melts in his embrace. Taehyung's aura is cold, ice cold but his embrace, his words, his feelings are warm.

And Jungkook finds himself falling. Falling deep. And falling asleep as Taehyung cards his long, slender fingers through the guy's soft locks. 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶...

The next morning when Taehyung flutters his eyes open, he didn't knew he'd get to hear sounds of sobs and whines in his room. He groggily gets up, and his sleep - which he barely got because Jungkook's ass was literally on his dick- get's evaporated the spur of a moment.

"Jungkook, hey, why.. why are you crying? What's wrong?" The said guy doesn't reply, instead he sobs harder, clutching onto Taehyung's arms. Taehyung has no idea what to say He's never seen someone cry like this. He's never comforted someone. What will he do now!?

"Will you tell me what happened? Please?" Please!?!? Really?? When did the vampire king, the mob boss Kim Taehyung started using Please??? Jungkook sniffles, wiping his cheeks, pointing at the door.

There's guards standing outside the room. Many of them.. "What.. did someone do anything? Let me have a word with them." The vampire speaks and wipes Jungkook's tears, kissing his cheeks softly.

"What happened here? Why is he crying?" And the cold, callous vampire king is back as soon as he's away from Jungkook. The guards gulp hard, almost trembling and fearing for dear life. "S-sir.. your doll.. he.. he was trying to escape." One of the guard replies.

Escape!? Taehyung huffs out a deep breathe, grabbing the guard by his neck. "He's not a doll. Don't let me repeat that, hm? And what do you mean escape?" His voice is commanding, laced with authority. Another guard speaks this time, from a distance.

"We found him on the main gate, he was trying to sneak out of the mansion, King." Taehyung nods curtly, already turning away and slamming the door of his room, startling all the guards outside and Jungkook inside the room.

"Were you trying to run away? Escape? Sneak out?" The vampire's eyebrow is arched, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. Jungkook pouts and mumbles under his breath, "Wasn't.. running away. I am supposed to be at the club anyway, right? Will you complaint to hyung about me?"

Taehyung shakes his head at the words. The vampire crouches down to Jungkook's level and cups the boy's soft cheeks. "I won't complain and you're not going anywhere. You're gonna stay here. With me. You're not going back to the club."

For a split second, something flashes in the boy's eyes, maybe out of happiness, maybe out of fear, maybe out of excitement. But Taehyung saw a silver lining flashing in the boy's almond orbs. And it only intrigues him even more.

"I can stay here? I don't have to go there back?" Jungkook asks. Repetitively. As if reassuring himself again and again. He's not going back. Taehyung smiles at him, lifting the boy in his arms. Jungkook doesn't protest. He doesn't have to.

The vampire lays him on the bed again, kissing Jungkook's forehead, his eyes, his cheeks and finally those addictive cherry lips. Jungkook arches his back, pulling the vampire closer. "You're not going back. You're mine, Jungkook."

Taehyung's lips traces Jungkook's skin, painting the guy's pale skin with red and purple blooms. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 Tongue lapping and teeth nibbling over the skin, hands rubbing every curve, every inch of the doll's body.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. "o-oh.. king.. m-my king. Please.. please do something.. a-ah.. take me, please." Jungkook's moans are loud, unfiltered. 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 "I want to see you."

Jungkook freezes again. He knows what this means. If Taehyung sees him, he'll see.. he'll see and he'll know. He'll know what nobody except Jimin knows. "W-why? Why can't you just fuck me like the others?" Jungkook retaliates, yanking Taehyung's hand away.

The vampire, however, is determined. He wants to see. Who Jungkook is. What Jungkook is hiding. "Because you're not someone like the others to me. You're... special."

Jungkook wants to scream. Cry. Yell. Run away now. He's not afraid of what Taehyung might see. He's afraid of the rejection. He's afraid of Taehyung's rejection. Taehyung. He's special to Taehyung. And Taehyung is special to him.

𝘐𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 "Okay. Okay you can see me." Taehyung smirks, a wave of desire and yearning seeping through his veins, arousing every bundle of nerve in him. He tugs at Jungkook's t-shirt, eyes asking for the permission.

Jungkook nods. Not like he has an option otherwise. The doll holds his breathe, nipping on his bottom lip. Taehyung pulls iver his t-shirt, orbs darkening at the flawless skin of the guy under him. "You're so fucking gorgeous, why were you hiding this from me?"

Taehyung discards his own t-shirt, now laying on the mattress with Jungkook over him, topless. His pale, smooth, alluring sking on display. The vampire trails his hands all over Jungkook's body, pulling the guy closer, claiming his lips in an ardent kiss.

Jungkook moans and groans, grinding his clothed ass over Taehyung's hard member. The vampire feels his nerves jolting with crave, Jungkook smells sweet, so sweet that Taehyung's mind goes haywire.

He kisses Jungkook with fervor and desperation, tongue swirling and grazing inside Jungkook's mouth, tasting every corner of the wet, hot cavern. Jungkook responds just as hotly to him. With same passion, same emotions. "o-oh fuck!" the guy screams when Taehyung

suddenly flicks and pinches his nubs. Mouth latching and sucking on Jungkook's chest, tongue swirling around feeling the soft pink buds go hard in his mouth. "m-master. please." Jungkook cries and Taehyung's resolve crumbles down his feet. His c0ck twitches

And the next moment Jungkook feels his shorts being ripped out, cold air of the room hitting his bare skin making him grunt in response. "You're so sexy, Jungkook. Mine. You're mine, right?" Taehyung whispers over his ears, pushing Jungkook on the bed now.

Jungkook cries and moans, unable to respond with coherent words. "Y-yours. I'm yours, my k-king." "Mine. Mine." The vampire sounds like a roken record but Jungkook wants to hear this single word for a long time. Mine.

Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment, basking in the feeling and hovering over Jungkook again, hands still busy exploring each and every part of Jungkook's skin. And when he opens his eyes.. Taehyung freezes for a split second.

As if the blood, though he's a vampire, just flushed and drained out of his body. Jungkook looks at him with teary eyes, as if pleading the vampire not to utter those words.

𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯. Jungkook knows Taehyung now knows. And he can't bear the rejection. "You.. you are—"

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Jungkook shakes, trembling and whimpering on the bed, covering himself with the comforter. A series of "please" leaving his wobbling lips. "Does anyone know?" Taehyung asks, sighing deeply, crawling on the bed to sit next to the shaken up boy.

"Jimin hyung. He knows. Only he does" Jungkook replies, sniffling. Taehyung extends his arm, engulfing the doll in his embrace, close to him, safe. Safe. Jungkook hasn't felt this before. He doesn't know what it is like to feel /safe/.

The vampire keeps caressing his hand on the doll's back, whispering sweet nothings, whispering reassuring words in an attempt to calm him. It works, gradually. "Do you want to sleep? I need to do something, so I'll be leaving the mansion. You can sleep through the day...

.. or explore the house. Whatever you feel like doing. I'll send a guy to keep you company too." Taehyung speaks after a while, helping Jungkook wear his own shirt. The doll.. No. Jungkook. Jungkook looks adorable in Taehyung's clothes. Taehyung feels desire seeping through him

Making him yearn for it. To see Jungkook wear his clothes more often. Maybe he should /only/ let Jungkook wear his clothes, so the image now getting imprinted in his mind won't leave ever. "Will you send me away? You.. you didn't even fck me. We can continue and-"

Taehyung shakes his head, planting a peck on the boy's forehead. "You're not going anywhere. You're mine-" the mob boss pauses. Mine. Suddenly the feeling that follows the word doesn't appear beautiful. Suddenly it feels like he's confining Jungkook with him.

"You're your own. Yeah. But you can stay as long as you want. I won't do anything to you until you want me to. It's not lime I'm some sex-deprived teenager who's curious as to how it all happens nd want to jump on you. I'll get going now." The vampire attempts to get out of bed

Jungkook tugs at his hand, making him turn around and there's the sudden feeling of those soft cherry lips on his own. Again. A kiss. One which Jungkook initiated. Not out of obligation. Not because they're going to fck. But because he wanted to. And it makes Taehyung smile

"You're kind, my king. Thank you. I don't know how to show my gratitude towards you. You- you're a vampire, you can drink from me, right? I have nothing to offer you so I can offer you my blood?" Jungkook is rambling. He knows he is. Because he has no idea how there's still

kindness in this cruel world. First Jimin, now Taehyung. He doesn't know how to thank. He's empty. Hallow. He has nothing to offer. "I don't drink directly from anyone. And you.. you don't have to pay me back in any manner. You're here because.." Because? He doesn't know

Jungkook watches as the vampire king fumbles for words, mouth gaping often only to find himself at a loss of words "Because you're kind. And that's the only acceptable answer." Jungkook completes the statement. It's not true. He knows that's not entirely true.

But it's still better than acknowledging his pacing heart and the look in Taehyung's eyes. "I'll see you in the evening, yeah? Tell the maids whatever you'd want to eat and do, they'll help you. I'll send Yoongi later, he'll accompany you until I'm back."

Jungkook nods. But there's still that string of hesitation. Taehyung notices it well. "Don't worry. He's like my elder brother. You're safe with him. Nobody will know, yeah?" There's something sanguine, reassuring in the vampire's words. Jungkook feels relief washing in him.

"Are you going to k!ll someone?" The boy in Taehyung's arms asks in a low voice, his lips pouting and eyes wide in curiousity and fear both. Taehyung laughs wholeheartedly. He really just wants to wrap Jungkook in a bubblewrap and protect his innocence for life.

The vampire kisses him again, softly, "Being a mafia boss doesn't mean I go around k!lling people for no reason, baby-" Baby. Jungkook blushes at the endearment. This is new. Everything with Taehyung is new. "It's more a business deal kind of thing today, so no. Won't k!ll."

The boy flushes in embarassment, groaning and hiding his face under the duvet. Taehyung cups his face, tracing tha scar on his cheek, sighing as he wonders what might have caused it. "You'll tell me about it, right?" The vampire hesitantly asks. Jungkook nods.

"I will. Everything. I'll tell you everything. Some day." "Some day." Some day.. not today. But Taehyung will wait. He'll wait for it as long as Jungkook wants him to. Because.. 𝘐𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 Because he's kind... Yeah.

"Are you Jungkook?" Jungkook flinches in his place, head whipping on the side towards the source of the voice. The boy nods, lips pursed. "I'm Yoongi. Taehyung sent me, told me to keep you company until he's back." Jungkook's lips morph into an 'o'

"H-hi.." He shyly smiles and holds out his hand for the other. Yoongi accepts, reflecting his smile, "Hi. You're pretty. What are you, Jungkook? You're too pretty for a human." Now. Yoongi didn't mean it to sound offensive or intrusive. But Jungkook is.. scared.

He doesn't know what to expect from the other. So he stays silent. Yoongi seems to understand his hesitation. "Anyway. Not that it matter. Just wanted to tell you that you're really pretty. tch. Too bad Taehyung got you. Jimin always hides beauty from me so I'd see only him."

The boy's ears perk up at Jimin's name. Finally a familiar name. "Jiminie hyung.." "Yeah? You're one of his dolls, right?" Jungkook winces. The name leaving a feeling of distaste gush in him. "Sorry.. didn't mean to sound like that I just.. nevermind, I-"

"It's okay, that's what I am though? It's okay, Yoongi. Can I call you hyung?" Jungkook passes him a thin-lipped smile. Yoongi merely nods "Say Jungkook what's your favourite dish? Favourite food?" The other asks, diverting the topic. Jungkook thinks. Favourite food.

He's never had any favourites. But he thinks. And he realises he kind of likes dishes which includes chicken. "Chicken. I like chicken. Fried chicken, maybe?" Yoongi chuckles. "I'll cook for you."

Jungkook hurriedly stops him, "You don't have to.. I can do it. Mast- I mean, King Taehyung said I can tell the maids to cook." Yoongi pats his head, ruffling the boy's blonde hair. "Let's bond over some cooking, Jungkook. We'll get bored soon if we don't do anything."

And so they do. Bond over cooking. Jungkook finds out Yoongi is a vampire too and an underboss in Taehyung's gang. He's not very fond of humans but Jimin seems to be an exception. Thanks to Jimin and his name, Yoongi finds Jungkook involving int he conversation too.

"Jimin-ah! You knew what he is and you let him do this? How long has he been here? Is he here on his own will? Did someone find out?-" Taehyung shoots one question after the other. Jimin sips on his wine, sitting next to him on the couch with his legs crossed.

The vampire keeps throwing questions and Jimin just listens. Nodding and acknowledging timely. "I knew what he is the day I found him. Didn't keep him here without his will. And well.. he's here since a while. And no. Nobody except me knows about him. Does it calm your tits or

.. you need some other clarifications?" The human rolls his eyes sassily, arms snaking around Taehyung's neck. Taehyung snickers, holding Jimin by the waist. "I'm just.. he.. he seems different, Jimin-ah. Makes me want to crave for him. There's something. A pull. A nagging..

.. I can't name it. I don't want to. Just.. just want him close. For as long as he wants. For as long as I can." Jimin curls his fingers in Taehyung's hair, carding and weaving the locks. "Are you falling for him already?" Falling fo Jungkook. Doesn't seem so bad.

But that might not be the case right now. Maybe it's curiousity. Infatuation. Attraction. Not falling. Yet. But then Taehyung's thought wanders mindlessly. The feeling of Jungkook's lips against him feel so raw. So beautiful. So precious.

And then there's this image. The image of Jungkook wearing Taehyung's shirt, looking so small in it. So.. pretty in it. The image of Jungkook's face.. when he was panicking if Taehyung will return him back. And it irks him. 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

"Not falling. Yeah. Im not falling for him. I just.. yeah, not falling. I'll see you later. Jungkook is alone with Yoongi at the house." Jimin's ears perk up at Yoongi's name. "You sent Yoongi? Do you not know he has a thing for pretty things? You sent him to my doll?"

Jimin doesn't mean to be so irked. He doesn't mean to call Jungkook, a doll. But then again, isn't that what he is? Even if not for Taehyung, for everyone else he is. A doll. The growl that he hears makes him shudder, suddenly the air becomes cold sending chills down his spine

"Words. Mind them, Jimin. He's not a doll. /Nobody/ will call him a doll. Not anymore. I would appreciate if you won't make me repeat my words." And Taehyung is leaving the place, leaving a scared, terrified Jimin alone on the couch.

It’s a rare sight for Taehyung who’s lived his life alone for years in his extravagantly huge mansion. The sight being — Jungkook sleeping soundly in his bed, curled up like a ball, wearing the vampire’s shirt and oh! are those only boxers he’s wearing?

His legs are bare. Flawlessly smooth skin on display. Taehyung moves towards the bed, and a soft, complacent smile creeps on his face, looking at the boy sleeping on the bed.

Jungkook’s lips are morphed into a pout, huffing out deep breath, cheeks squished on the pillow, long lashes prettily fanning his cheekbone and those loose strands of his blonde hair falling over his face.

The vampire king takes his precious time admiring and tracing every spot on the boy’s face, his long slender finger travelling from his ear where he tucks Jungkook’s hair behind it, to his eyes, thumb tracing his bottom lip, resting on the mole right below the boy’s lips.

Taehyung leans in, planting a soft peck on Jungkook’s forehead which makes the latter shuffle in his place, eyes squinting harshly and his pout only deepens. “Sleep, baby.” Taehyung mumbles, his lips lingering over Jungkook’s skin and the latter opens his eyes groggily.

Jungkook tries getting up from the bed, rubbing his eyes and greeting the vampire, “I-I didn’t know when you’ll be back, so I slept.” He mumbles and Taehyung chuckles, discarding his own shirt and getting on the bed beside Jungkook.

“C’mere, you. I told you to sleep, didn’t I?” the vampire asserts and Jungkook, on instinct, shifts closer to the icy cold body of the mob boss. Jungkook giggles. He fcking giggles and Taehyung swears if his heart was beating, it’d have skipped a bit over that.

“I slept a lot today, Yoongi hyung made chicken for me and made sure I ate a lot of it. He’s very strict about eating.” He mumbles with a pout, and how bad Taehyung just wants to kiss that damn pout! Oh Lord, help him!

“Yoongi hyung, hm? When did you become besties? That sneaky bastard just needed to cook chicken for you, huh?” Taehyung teasingly speaks, poking Jungkook’s sides, making him laugh whole-heartedly. It takes a few moments for his laughter to die down.

Taehyung basks in the feeling of contentment, merely looking at the wide grin plastered at the boy’s face. Jungkook laughed. Taehyung was the reason Jungkook laughed. “I want you to always smile, Jungkook.” the vampire blurts out and Jungkook looks up, passing a sad smile.

“We don’t always get what we want, my king.” “I’ve always got everything I wanted. I’ll make sure you do too. Because—” 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯...

“Because you’re kind.” “Yeah. Because I’m kind.” “Can I kiss you, my king?” Jungkook bites his lower lip, averting his gaze from the vampire.

Taehyung grabs his chin, tilting his face, making him face towards himself. “You can. As long as you want, as much as you wish to, my Jungkookie.” Jungkook shuts his round, doe eyes close, tongue darting out, licking and wetting his lips.

There’s a soft press of lips against his own. It feels anything but rushed. Feels like a warm summer breeze, a kiss which makes Jungkook’s world melt and crumble down his feet.

There's an exchange of unspoken words along with the taste of wine Taehyung drank when he arrived at the mansion. Jungkook’s lips are soft. Taehyung knows it already.

They’re warm and soft just like silk and the other parts them easily as soon as the vampire’s tongue swipes right across them. Their mouths slot together, tongues engaging in a sensual dance.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 Taehyung’s hands glide down to the exquisite curves of Jungkook’s body. Tracing, kneading, imprinting them in his mind.

When they pull apart, Jungkook flushes red. Taehyung wonders if Jungkook is the actual representation of the word ‘breath-taking’. Jungkook’s cheeks are stained with deep red dust, hair messy, his eyelashes flutter.

The guy breathes heavily and chuckles when Taehyung chases his lips yet again for another kiss. “Wanna sleep now, my king.” Cruel. So cruel. So beautiful. Taehyung finds himself nodding, smiling and giving in without even protesting once.

There’s something so calm, so pleasing about Jungkook’s presence in his arms that Taehyung finds himself wanting and coveting more for it. More of Jungkook. Only for him.

No words are exchanged. Jungkook simply lies in the Vampire’s embrace with his own hands clasping around Taehyung’s torso and the vampire king carding his shiny, blonde locks. The silence isn’t uncomfortable.

Yes, it is deafening but as much as they both bask in it, there’s a newfound sick sense of comfort engulfing them. A while later, Taehyung feels Jungkook’s weight inclining on him. The boy evidently has fallen asleep.

Taehyung shifts a little, making sure not to disturb his precious one’s sleep. While Jungkook drifts off to his dreamland, Taehyung spends his night adoring and cherishing the beauty sleeping next to him.

He sighs, kissing every inch of Jungkook’s face, “Sleep well, pretty baby.”

After that one night, Taehyung finds himself wanting to return to his home very often. Home. His huge mansion, which was not even a house for him, now feels like home. Home. Where Jungkook awaits everyday for him.

Home. Where he comes back to the sound of loud footsteps, mild laughter, soft giggles and even peaceful hummings sometimes. Home. Home is where the heart is. For Taehyung, Home is where Jungkook is.

For Jungkook— maybe, just maybe have been able to start acquiring that hollow space in Taehyung’s ribcage where what they say, heart is. For Jungkook, maybe, just maybe, is slowly but surely starting to dominate Taehyung’s heart.

In the course of a few weeks, Taehyung learned a lot about Jungkook. Jungkook pouts a lot— when he’s sad, when he’s angry (or so he pretends to be), when he wants something.

He scrunches his nose like a bunny when he’s happy. He whines when he loses any game and that he’s a very competitive player. He’s ticklish, bursts out in laughter with the slightest touch.

Jungkook likes chicken, fried chicken is his favourite. Taehyung often cooks it for him as compensation for beating him in a board game.

Jungkook likes to sing and he has an euphonious voice. The kind which makes you fall in love. Love. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨

Jungkook’s kisses taste like cherries. Like the sweetest of the fruits which leaves Taehyung addicted, leaves him chasing the boy’s lips for more.

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. Jungkook’s laugh is melodic. Taehyung wants to keep hearing it forever. He solicits that mellifluous sound over and over again because it makes him feel euphoric.

Jungkook. Everything about Jungkook is.. pleasing. But the thing which Taehyung has noticed the most about him— is that Jungkook.. is scared. Everytime he speaks, he looks around a lot, as if making sure nobody is listening to him other than Taehyung.

Everytime he laughs, he stops immediately, as if something inside him screams not to be happy. As if something in him tells him, he doesn’t deserve to be happy. And it irks Taehyung. Because it’s not true.

It irks because Jungkook deserves to be happy. Jungkook deserves every kindness, every happiness in this damn world! Maybe this is why Taehyung wishes he could make Jungkook believe his worth. Maybe this is why the vampire finds himself returning home as soon as he can.

𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 Maybe this is why Taehyung finds himself doing every possible thing to make Jungkook comfortable with him. Reassure him. Convince him. Show him how precious he is.

Jungkook too, wants to. Taehyung knows he wants to. But something holds him back. Something Taehyung just can’t pin-point.

Maybe his past? Maybe his insecurities? Maybe— 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 Maybe Jungkook’s.. past. Past. A moment which has already gone, which no longer exists.

But with Jungkook, the past will always accompany him. Like a shadow. Like the darkness lurking around. Like the unrequited companion which will always remind him that he can’t have what he desires.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 A mark. A shadow. A shadow which reminds him. Remind him that— Love is an illusion. Freedom is never free.

—— Jungkook is having a hard time getting used to waking up to soft kisses, sweet nothings and a comforting, protective pair of arms around him every morning. He often wonders if this is all a dream. Everything about Taehyung feels like a dream.

And Jungkook, only now, has started to believe in dreams. He's scared. Terrified of waking up. Afraid that one day he'll wake up and Taehyung's arms won't be holding him, securing him. And so he wants to keep sleeping.

“Wake up, sweetheart.” Taehyung whispers, and lets out a soft chuckle when Jungkook pushes his face more in the pillow, pulling the comforter over his head to avoid the blinding golden light the sun is radiating. The vampire kisses him again, and again.

On Jungkook’s soft blonde hair, his forehead, turning the boy in his arms and then proceeds kissing his eyes, his cute little button nose, puffy cheeks, his soft plump lips and finally the scar on Jungkook’s cheek.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 “Don’t wanna wake up.” Jungkook mumbles and shifts his weight over the vampire, his face resting in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, while the vampire keeps stroking and fondling Jungkook’s hair.

This might just be his favourite thing to do. This might just be his favourite time of more than 300 years of his life. This. Being with Jungkook. Jungkook might just be starting to become Taehyung’s favourite.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶... But Taehyung won’t confine him. Because he—

𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘Because you’re kind, my king. And that’s the only acceptable answer.’ Because he’s kind.

Taehyung doesn’t wake him up after. He lets Jungkook sleep. He lets Jungkook dream. Dream. Does Taehyung know he might just be becoming Jungkook’s only dream? Dream. Aspiration. Hope. Hope. Jungkook has no hope.

Or so he’s believed. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 Or so he’s made to believe. Taehyung sighs, tightening his arms around Jungkook’s tiny waist.

He revels in the gratifying, peaceful feeling— the feeling that swarms in him while listening to soft snores near his earlobe, while those pouty soft lips touches the shell of his ear, while Jungkook mumbles softly in his sleep — how cold Taehyung’s natural body temperature is—

yet snuggles closer and closer to the vampire. The feeling— the feeling of Jungkook’s hot breath hitting his skin, the feeling of Jungkook’s arms around his neck, the feeling of Jungkook’s warm blood rushing and coursing through his veins,

calming and heightening Taehyung's senses at the same time. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 The feeling of Jungkook’s heart beating soundly right over his frozen one.

The feeling of protecting and securing that heart, that soul, that body. The feeling of protecting Jungkook. Jungkook. Taehyung wants to protect Jungkook. As long as he can. As long as Jungkook wants him to.

A few minutes later, Jungkook shuffles over Taehyung’s bare chest murmuring incoherent words which only make the vampire king smile fondly. “Is my baby waking up finally? Would you like to see the light of the day, your highness?”

Taehyung teasingly asks and Jungkook moves aside from him, rolling on the bed, pouting and frowning. The boy grumpily pulls the comforter away, stomping his feet and rushing to the washroom responding with a huffed ‘whatever’.

—— “Let’s go out today.” Taehyung suddenly speaks. They’re having brunch with the vampire reverently feeding Jungkook, who keeps denying the next bite Taehyung presents him, but squints his eyes, makes a face and eats nonetheless.

Jungkook looks at him wide-eyed. “Out? W-where?” ‘Anywhere you’re safe.’ Taehyung wishes to say. “Anywhere you want, baby.” he ends up saying. “Somewhere away. Wanna go somewhere far away.”

“How long will you keep hiding, hm?” Taehyung asks him in a low voice, making sure not to offend or scare the other. Jungkook passes a thin-lipped smile and shrugs, “I’m not hiding though. I’m literally with the guy who practically owns Seoul— Korea even. +

Not hiding. Just wanna run away. For a while.” He says while straddling Taehyung’s lap, hands circled around the vampire’s nape.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯 Taehyung sets the plate aside, arms naturally snaking around Jungkook’s naked waist, lips pressing against the latter’s collarbones,

eyes roaming over his skin. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. Jungkook holds his breath, eyes closed shut, feeling so exposed, not just with his body but with his heart, his feelings. “Let’s run away then.”

And so they will. Run away. For a while. Because that’s what Jungkook wants. And Taehyung would give him the stars if Jungkook asked for. Because— Because he’s kind. And that’s the only acceptable answer.

“Come now. Let’s get changed. I know where to go.” The vampire kisses Jungkook’s cheeks, walking towards the room with Jungkook clinging in his arms— his arms around Taehyung’s neck and legs swinging excitedly around his waist.

Taehyung’s fingers glide over the closet, examining all the clothes hanging neatly. His closet, just like his life, has changed since he brought Jungkook home that night.

Ofcourse his fashion sense has always been top notch, closet full of designer wear. But this— this feeling of someone else’s clothes hung besides his own, is so.. new. so uncommon. so exotic.

Taehyung shakes his head, a fond smile plastered on his face as he picks black, warm fleece zippers and white t-shirts for him and Jungkook both. And a pair of white trousers for the latter and khaki colored trousers for himself.

He helps Jungkook change into the clothes he chose, basking in the warmth Jungkook radiates. A warmth he wishes Jungkook will radiate only for him. Because he can’t find it in himself to let Jungkook go now. And so he wishes Jungkook decides to stay. Forever that is.

Forever… seems like a very long time. But Taehyung’s starting to feel that he wouldn’t mind spending it with Jungkook. Because—

‘Because you’re kind, my king. And that’s the only acceptable answer.’ Is it only because he’s kind, like Jungkook said, is the only acceptable answer?

—— “Where are we going, my king?” Taehyung sighs. This is the seventh time Jungkook has asked ever since they stepped in the yacht. “Somewhere away.” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

He kinda regrets using those words because he doesn’t know if Taehyung is mocking him now or actually doing what Jungkook told him.

“Whatever.” Jungkook huffs again and shifts his gaze to the orange, pink and purple hues reflecting on the surface of the water from the sky where the sun is about to set.

Taehyung amusingly snickers behind him, spreading his legs and pulling Jungkook closer so that the latter is now sitting in between his legs with Taehyung’s arms securely encircled around his torso and nose rubbing over the soft fleece collar of Jungkook’s jacket

right over the skin of his neck. “You know, when I feel the whole.. Mafia and Vampire clan thing is getting too much, I feel like keeping everything behind and running away too. And when I feel like running away, I always come here—

where I’m taking you right now. You can say, this is like my safe place? My hidden spot? Whatever they call it.” “Are you seriously showing me your safe place, my king?” Jungkook tilts his neck, Taehyung feels his breath hitching.

He’s always known Jungkook is beautiful. But now, as the pink and purple tinge alongwith orange rays of the sun beaming through the clouds, illuminates his pink dusted cheeks, Taehyung has come to a conclusion. Jungkook, indeed, is breath-taking.

Taehyung momentarily forgets what he was talking about. Forgets he was actually taking Jungkook to his safe place. Safe place, where there’s no one to judge. No one to harm. And Taehyung wants to be Jungkook’s safe place.

Unbeknownst to the fact that he’s slowly, gradually, eventually starting to become Jungkook’s safe place already. Because Taehyung doesn’t judge. Taehyung will never harm him. Taehyung protects him from every harm that could possibly touch him.

Because Taehyung.. is kind. And Taehyung, unexpectedly, has become Jungkook’s safe place. “Can I kiss you, Jungkook?” The vampire blurts out, tasting the sweet aftertaste that he feels rolling on his tongue with Jungkok’s name.

Jungkook sucks in a deep breath, nibbling and licking his bottom lip, eyes darting on Taehyung’s lips, nodding shyly. “Y-yes. Please.”

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. Jungkook, given his profession, has kissed— or been kissed— by a lot of people. Humans, non-humans both.

A lot of them in the course of years. He’s lost count. But never has anyone made him feel how Taehyung does. In the span of these months, he’s realised, Taehyung is a fcking amazing kisser. His kisses are sweet, never rushed, never forced.

Taehyung likes to take his time while kissing Jungkook. Jungkook likes the way Taehyung kisses. Every kiss with Taehyung feels like the first kiss. Jungkook loves the feeling. Jungkook craves the feeling.

Jungkook covets being the last person Taehyung will kiss. Because Taehyung kisses make him feel safe, makes him fall in love. Love. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨

Taehyung’s hand firmly tilts his neck, their lips pressing against each other’s, Jungkook’s hand roam on behind, over Taehyung’s neck, rubbing and caressing the neck while the vampire’s other hand travels inside the t-shirt Jungkook is wearing.

Jungkook gasps, the cold touch of Taehyung’s fingers and palm over his soft, warm skin making his heart flutter and palpitate. Taehyung grabs the opportunity, slides his tongue inside the hot cavern, his tongue swirling over the roof of Jungkook’s mouth.

“M-my king.” Jungkook moans in the kiss, his already parted lips moving in sync with the vampire’s. His insides churn, Taehyung always has this effect on him.

Taehyung’s kisses. Just his kisses are capable of sending wild tremors along his nerves, intensifying and spiking his sensations, sending a wave of warmth gushing over him, making him feel as if he’s levitating off the ground and floating in the air,

but at the same time grounding and guarding his heart. And Jungkook wants to keep kissing Taehyung forever. Jungkook wants to be the only one Taehyung kisses forever.

Jungkook.. wishes a forever. A forever with Taehyung. Because Taehyung— is a dream. A wish Jungkook has now started to believe in. A hope he’s started to cling onto.

They kiss, and they kiss until both men run out of breath, and then they’re chasing each other’s lips again, claiming each other’s already swollen lips in one kiss after the other. They kiss until they finally arrive their destination.

“We’re here, baby.” Taehyung announces, once the yacht is berthed at the marina. “Wow! This is so beautiful.” Jungkook awes, eyes shining brightly at the sight in front of him. Their destination, Taehyung’s safe place, is in fact beautiful.

A not so extravagant, simplistic cottage made of wooden outdoor and large glass windows. Jungkook feels.. serene. safe. warm. The woody and earthy scent that lingers around them calms his senses, makes him feel satiated, gratified.

It’s almost night time when they arrive and Jungkook could actually feel the crisp, fresh, cool breeze. The plate beside the large door has a ‘KTH’ carved in it, Jungkook traces the initials with a soft smile on his face.

Taehyung intertwines their hands, kissing the back of Jungkook’s palm, “This place makes me feel safe. Never knew while I made this, but at times I find myself coming back here whenever I feel like running away. This place is my haven, my retreat.”

“It’s beautiful. Never expected King Taehyung would find solace in a small cottage, away from the town, away from the blinding lights of the city.” “Blinding lights.. Come let me show you something.” Taehyung pulls the boy with him to the room on the upper floor of the cottage

They stand by the large glass window of Taehyung’s bedroom. Jungkook watches, rather imprints the image of moonlit trees and tall bushes standing proud with rustling leaves, flowing with the wind in his mind.

The stars that light up the sky along with the moon are reflected on the lake water. “My king.. This is so beautiful. Thank you. Thank you for trusting me and bringing me here. This place truly, is a haven.”

Jungkook softly speaks, his voice laced with sincerity and gratefulness. A gasp escapes his lips when Taehyung suddenly kisses his neck, sucking and licking on the spot.

“Thank /you/ for trusting me and letting me bring you here, Koo.” Taehyung mumbles over his skin, tongue circling and lips nipping over Jungkook’s earlobe. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 “M-my king..” “mhm?”

Jungkook turns around, eyes staring right in the vampire’s crimson ones, “I—” “You what?” Taehyung whisper-asks, pulling him closer. Jungkook unzips Taehyung’s jacket, discarding and throwing it away somewhere in the room.

“I.. uh..” he fumbles, trying to form a coherent sentence. Taehyung’s eyes glisten with anticipation and mirth, his hands undoing Jungkook’s jacket and piling it up with his own.

He lifts the other in his arms, carrying him to the bed, hovering over Jungkook, who clings on to him with desperation and want. “I’m waiting, sweetheart. You what?” Taehyung whispers over his lips, planting soft, fluttery kisses over Jungkook’s lips and jaw.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 His teeth gnaw and lips suck red and purple blooms over Jungkook’s delicate skin. Jungkook moans, breathing heavily, lips parted, words stuck, clogged in his throat.

Jungkook shuts his eyes close, hands clasping the collar of Taehyung’s t-shirt, “I want you to feed from me and fvck me.” “No.” Taehyung replies, curtly. Jungkook feels his heart clench. Rejection. He knew it might come one day. But he didn't want to face it.

Somewhere, deep down in his heart, he wished Taehyung would never reject him. Taehyung notices the sudden shift in atmosphere. The change in Jungkook's expression. And he's quick to kiss away that single drop of tear that escapes the other's eye.

“I don't want to fck you, Koo. I— I want to be close with you, be intimate with you. I— ‘𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ ” he wants to say. “— I want to feel you, not just your body but you. Your heart, your emotions,

I want you to know you're more than just a body. You're.. You.. you deserve to be cherished. You don't deserve to be just fcked, you deserve to be worshipped. You.. you deserve to be loved.”

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶... "Then show me. Please, my king. Show me what I deserve. Take me. Make me yours.

Make me yours please." Jungkook pleads with wobbly lips and teary eyes. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶... Taehyung claims his lips in a fervent, deep kiss. Jungkook feels his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

Taehyung’s kisses feel like love. Love. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 Taehyung feels like love. For Jungkook, Taehyung is love.

// nsfw — ice-play — thigh riding — bl0od drinking (?)

“Are you sure, baby? Do you want this?” Taehyung asks, again and again. Jungkook nods hazily, eyes pooling with tears, lips wobbling and repetitively pleading.

“I want this. I want you. I want you to make me yours, my king. Please.” Jungkook clutches the vampire’s biceps, fingers curling around those buff arms, lips chasing Taehyung’s slick ones.

Taehyung chuckles, pulling the other in yet another passionate kiss, tasting the inarticulate bittersweet emotions and feelings. His tongue swirls around Jungkook’s, teeth clashing, hands desperately kneading and rubbing the other’s skin.

The vampire tugs at the hem of Jungkook’s t-shirt, eyes asking permission which he receives in an instant. His mind wanders to the first night he brought Jungkook to his home, when the boy practically pleaded not to undress him.

‘Can I keep this on? Please? I don't.. like.. being naked.’ Jungkook has said the first time Taehyung wanted to see him. Taehyung’s lips curl upwards in a fond, content smile.

Eyes searching for any kind of hesitation and qualm on Jungkook’s face, and then he lifts the t-shirt over, eyes darkening, crimson red flashing looking at the skin. “My king. P-please. Please do something.” Jungkook cries, pulling Taehyung closer.

Taehyung discards the other guy’s t-shirt, pulling over his own as well and throwing it somewhere in the room. He kisses Jungkook again.

There’s a lingering peck on Jungkook’s forehead, Taehyung pushes the hair that sticks on Jungkook’s forehead and temple, kissing him in a chaste manner. Then his lips hover on the scar on Jungkook’s cheeks.

“After this… after tonight.. I want you to remember only my lips on you, Jungkook. On every scar of yours,—” he looks into Jungkook's eyes again, presses feather light kisses on his teary eyes, “— I want you to feel only my lips whenever you see,

touch and feel these scars on your body, yeah? Only my lips. Just.. remember me. Only me. Remember my touch.” Jungkook wants to answer him back. Jungkook wants to say he will. Always remember Taehyung.

That he wants to remember only Taehyung. That he will only remember Taehyung. He wants to answer but he couldn't find it in himself to form a coherent sentence so he pulls Taehyung by the nape, smashing his lips against the vampire’s,

letting his actions do the talking since his words can’t. “Wait here for me, will you?” Taehyung rolls over on the bed, kissing Jungkook’s cheeks again, getting on his feet, eyeing Jungkook and his curled up frame as soon as Taehyung leaves the bed one more time

before he rushes out of the room. Jungkook waits in anticipation and nervousness. He doesn’t know what to feel. He’s still scared, but he wants Taehyung. And he’ll make sure Taehyung remembers him too, just like Taehyung wants Jungkook to remember only him after tonight.

Not just on his body, not just inside of him, but deep down his heart as well. A few moments later, the vampire returns with his hands behind his back, like he’s hiding something. And it only spikes the tingling sensation in Jungkook’s nerves.

Jungkook’s toes curl on the bed sheet under him, fingers fidgeting at the waistband of his trouser, eyes searching for any hint he could gather as to what the vampire is hiding behind his back.

“Close your eyes, baby.” Taehyung commands, his already deep voice octaves lower than his normal one. Jungkook gulps and complies. Taehyung sets the objects he’s carrying on the bedside table. There’s a tie, a red one and a large wine glass filled with ice cubes.

“Do you trust me, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks, shifting closer. Jungkook nods. He does. He trusts Taehyung with his life. “Words, sweetheart.” “Y-yes, my king.”

He kisses Jungkook deeply, hands cupping the doll’s cheeks as he glides the smooth, satin fabric over the other’s skin before looping his arms and tying the tie over his eyes, blocking Jungkook’s vision. Vision. One of the vital five senses.

Blocking it only elates Jungkook’s other senses, hands desperately clutching onto Taehyung’s body, teeth gnawing on his bottom lips so hard that it might draw out blood anytime.

Taehyung lays him on the bed, Jungkook back hitting the mattress, head plopping over the soft pillow, a gasp escapes his swollen and parted lips, hands fumbling and grasping the sheets under him.

“So pretty.” The vampire whispers over his skin, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on each and every part of Jungkook’s bare skin.

His lips trail Jungkook’s jaw, his neck where he sucks and laps his tongue, planting his marks, bruising his neck and collarbones, making Jungkook moan and whimper in his touch.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 “Not— not pretty.. I'm not pretty. Nothing about me is pretty, my king.” Jungkook cries, back arching, hands grasping Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Shut up!” Taehyung growls, harshly pinching the other’s nub, twisting and flicking it between his thumb and index finger. He dives in, latching his lips on the other one, his tongue circling and teeth nibbling the perked up bud.

“Everything about you is pretty. You— you’re the most prettiest, most beautiful.” 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺

“o-oh..— m-my king. too much.. a-ahh—” Jungkook shrieks, the stimulation jolting his nerves, blood rushing to his lower body right at his cock. Taehyung moves from over him again, the mattress beside him dipping as the vampire plops his weight

on one knee and grabs a cube of ice with his one hand, immediately placing it between his lips. Jungkook feels a cold drop of water dripping on his lips as the mafia king hovers him again. He gasps, breathing heavily, lips gaping.

Taehyung teases him with the ice cube in his mouth, the cool temperature of the small cube sending shivers down his spine. Taehyung rubs the ice cube on Jungkook’s lips, and before he could kiss Taehyung, the vampire pulls away, teasing him more and more.

Trailing the cold chunk on the expanse of his bare body which leaves a wet trace as the ice melts on Jungkook’s skin. The vampire drags it over Jungkook’s neck, towards his chest where he circles the cube over Jungkook’s nipples, fondling and playing with them,

his own cock twitching and begging to be set free from the restraints of his pants. He unzips and almost tears Jungkook’s pants apart, with his hands, lips still busy abusing the delicate skin of the guy underneath him.

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. “M-my king. Can’t . Can’t take it anymore please. Please do me. Do something please.” Jungkook is writhing and shuddering under him, and this

only makes Taehyung chuckle in amusement. He doesn’t give in so easily though. Despite Jungkook’s repetitive pleas.

Instead, he trails the scars on Jungkook’s skin with his lips, the almost melted piece of ice still on his lips and he sits back then, placing another cube over Jungkook’s belly button. He watches in awe as the ice melts and droplets of water drip from Jungkook’s sides.

He watches with a dark gaze as Jungkook’s back arches against the mattress, a series of moans and cries leaving his red lips. Jungkook feels his throat run dry, he doesn’t know if he should just throw the fucking ice from his navel or

buck his hips up to gain any form of friction or just fucking yell at Taehyung to fucking fuck— get intimate with him already. “My king. Please. I can’t take it anymore, please take me.” he pleads again, and this time his cries don’t go unheard.

Taehyung discards his pants along with Jungkook’s, their boxers included and a tinge of deep red flashes his irises at the sight of Jungkook’s cock sprung freely in the air, twitching and his pink pucker gasping around nothing.

“S-shit! You’re so fcking sexy, Koo.” Taehyung moans, and replaces the ice with his lips, lapping his tongue over Jungkook’s navel, sucking dark bruises over every scar visible to his eye.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 Jungkook’s skin glistens as the rays of moonlight creaking from the window

fall on the traces of water droplets left after the ice has melted completely— giving a rather ethereal glow on Jungkook's already enchanting skin. Taehyung drowns in the gratifying feeling, seeing the artwork his lips created over the canvas which is Jungkook’s naked frame.

He unfastens the tie from Jungkook’s eyes, making the latter squint and flutter his eyes open meeting the fond orbs of the vampire king. A shy smile creeps on his face, suddenly feeling so small yet so loved under Taehyung's hard gaze.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘩, 𝘰𝘩 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 “How do you want it?” Taehyung asks, feeling shy himself because never in his entire life has he given someone so much importance, so much care, so much comfort.

But this is Jungkook. And Taehyung.. would do anything if it’s Jungkook. Jungkook reflects the same smile as the vampire, lips pursed, eyes darting from one point to another as he shyly averts his gaze from Taehyung.

“I— anyway you want, my king. I don’t have any preferences.” he replies, there’s a shift in his mood from shy to sad and Taehyung is quick to notice.

He kisses the sadness away and Jungkook is smiling in the kiss, he feels those soft lips twitch upwards while he pours all the reassurance and solace through the kiss. “Tonight isn’t about me, it's about you, baby. Tell me what you want. I’m all yours.”

All yours. All of Taehyung only for Jungkook. Sounds tempting. Sounds so.. Surreal. How can Jungkook have him when he, in return, has nothing to offer? Maybe except his body and well.. Maybe his heart? Heart.. How?

𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯 Jungkook sighs, huffing out a deep breath, closing his eyes as he mutters, “I— I wanna ride your thigh.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, mouth hung agape in ecstasy. “Yeah? Go ahead then, sweetheart. Nobody’s gonna stop you.”

The vampire switches their position, with his own back against the mattress while Jungkook— completely exposed with all his scars, skin, bruises and freshly planted love marks by Taehyung— sits on his left thigh.

An illicit moan flees past his lips the moment Jungkook rubs his bare ass on the mob boss’ unclad thigh. His hands on Taehyung’s lower abdomen supporting his body. Jungkook throws his head back, eyes shut in pure pleasure as he ruts against Taehyung’s thighs.

The vampire’s cock throbs in excitement, eyes shining with mirth as he watches in pure awe while Jungkook fucks himself on his thighs.

Taehyung holds him by the waist with one arm, his other hand stroking Jungkook’s rock hard member against his own thigh matching the way Jungkook rolls his hips on Taehyung’s skin.

“How do you feel baby?” Taehyung rumbles, his voice only sparking Jungkook’s already heightened senses. Jungkook whines, rubbing and rolling his hips sensually, picking up his pace as he nears his release. “M-my king, gonna cum. Feels— feels so good.”

𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. “Yeah? Then go ahead. Cum for me, baby. Make a mess over your king, c’mon.” Jungkook need not be told twice. He’s already on the edge.

Taehyung amusingly watches the way pre-cum keeps oozing out of his glans with every roll of his hip, and he only tightens the hold on Jungkook’s cock. His fingers squeeze and trace the throbbing veins of Jungkook’s member and the latter loses it completely.

Spurting out thick, hot ribbons of cum all over his and Taehyung’s stomach, panting heavily he goes limp in Taehyung’s hands. His entire body covered with a sheen of sweat, reeking of sex already, plops on Taehyung’s bare one.

The vampire chuckles fondly, pulling him by the waist. Jungkook buries his face in the crook of the vampire’s neck, breathing heavily, calming down from his release.

“You did so well, baby. Wanna stop here already? Are you tired, hm?” Taehyung asks, his voice flowing with admiration and consideration. Jungkook wants to cry. Even though he’s dazed with arousal, he could still feel the genuine concern and care in Taehyung’s words.

And he just couldn’t understand why is Taehyung like this. This. So caring. So kind. Is this really just his kindness? He doesn’t know. Or maybe he does but he doesn’t want to acknowledge it. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨..

Jungkook shakes off the thought that distracts him, and focuses on pleasuring the king instead. “Not tired. Want you, my king. Want you in me, please.” There’s raw need, clear desperation in his voice and Taehyung himself feels going crazy.

The vampire grabs him by the chin, capturing Jungkook’s lips once again in a feverish kiss. At this point, he’s pretty sure he’s addicted to Jungkook’s lips. Because Jungkook’s kisses taste better than his favourite wine, his lips taste like cherry, his lips taste like… love.

Jungkook tastes like everything Taehyung could love. Taehyung pulls away, pecks Jungkook’s forehead once again, while his hands rub and knead the latter’s waist. “I want to see you when I take you. Told you, I want you to remember me. Just me...

After this, I don’t want you to remember the reason behind your scars, all you should feel, remember and reminisce is my lips on you.” “And I will, my king.” The king doesn’t need to hear anything else after this.

“Open up, sweetheart.” He asserts and Jungkook oh so easily complies, parts his lips in an ‘O’ and Taehyung slips two of his fingers inside the hot cavity of Jungkook’s mouth. He manhandles Jungkook, who in return only yelps and moans excitedly.

Jungkook sucks on his long, slender fingers, tongue swirling and wetting the entire length skillfully while Taehyung keeps peppering wet kisses and sucking more and more marks with his teeth all over Jungkook’s chest and neck.

Their cocks brush against each other’s, the sensation igniting flames of desire and lust in their veins, mind going haywire, thoughts going feral. Taehyung strokes both their hard, flushed members together.

Eyes staring back at Jungkook’s almond ones which flicker with the silver tint which makes Taehyung only fall deeper without even realising. “That’d be fine. You’re so good, baby. So pretty for me. Only for me.”

Jungkook blooms at not just the praise, but also the implication behind Taehyung’s words. His cheeks staining with a deep red tint, he blushes furiously. “Only yours, m-my king.”

The vampire pulls out his fingers, circling the wet digits over Jungkook’s clenching pucker, making the latter pant heavily and dig his nails, forming crescents in Taehyung’s arms.

He enters two of his fingers slowly, the intrusion earning a scream from Jungkook in response. 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 “Shh.. easy, baby. Breathe. We’ll go slow, hmm?”

And he does, go slow. With as much caution as he can. Making sure not to hurt or cause any pain to Jungkook. Because Jungkook.. is precious to him. He doesn’t know it. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to acknowledge it.

His fingers thrust in and out of Jungkook’s warm walls, brushing and rubbing hard against it, abusing the bundle of nerves of Jungkook’s prostate. “M-my king— a-ahh.. Another one. I can take more. Please, a-another finger.” Taehyung accedes immediately.

Two fingers now become three, thrusting, curling, scissoring inside Jungkook’s tight hole. “Jungkook! You’re driving me crazy, baby. You’re so good..— so good for me.”

The vampire moans against Jungkook’s chest, tongue lapping and licking the latter’s nipples, sucking on them until they’re red and swollen. “You ready, baby?” The vampire asks, kissing Jungkook again and again.

Jungkook nods, his red, slick lips twitched upwards in a small smile, “I’m ready, my king. Take me now.” Taehyung smears the pre-cum leaking from his cock over his length, aligns his cock at Jungkook’s gasping pucker,

the tip of his glans teasing and stimulating each and every nerve inside Jungkook’s body. He enters slowly, steadily. Making sure yet again that he doesn’t hurt Jungkook in any way, looking for any sign of discomfort on the latter’s face.

And then he’s pushing in further, until half of his girth is inside Jungkook. Jungkook breathes heavily, lips wobbly and parted, eyes spilling a stream of tears. Taehyung gives me time to adjust. Jungkook, for a fact, knew Taehyung was huge.

They’ve never had sex before but he’s.. seen it quite a few times. But having his thick girth inside his tight hole just makes all his thoughts blocked, mind shutting close, heart beating erratically in his chest. “M-move. You c-can move now, my k-king.”

Taehyung moves at a slow pace, his thrusts agonizingly slow, making Jungkook’s eyes roll at the back of his head., a series of unfiltered moans and grunts fleeting from his lips.

“Faster..— y-you can go faster, m-my king.” he clutches onto Taehyung’s arms, legs wrapping around the vampire’s back as he assists Taehyung in moving.

Taehyung pulls out his cock, Jungkook whines at the sudden emptiness but his whine is replaced in an instant with a high pitched scream when the vampire slams his entire length harshly in his cavern.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯' 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. “Fuck! You’re so tight, koo.. Taking me so well, baby. Made for me. Only me. You’re only mine, right?”

“Y-yours. Only yours. M-master.” Taehyung halts. Freezes in his place. The epithet which once made his cock twitch now sounds like— like an accusation to him. Even though he’s done nothing. It feels like it’s not him Jungkook is moaning for. Not him Jungkook is addressing.

And it irks him. Because he wants Jungkook to feel him. Only him. He wants Jungkook to give himself to Taehyung. Only Taehyung.

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? (𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶) “My name. Say my name, Jungkook.” Jungkook gulps hard, swallowing the lump clogged in his throat. “M-my king..”

“Say my name, Jungkook.” he grunts again with a hard thrust. Jungkook screams and writhes under him.. “m-m— t-tae..—” “Yes, baby. My name, call out my name. C’mon.”

𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 “T-tae-taehyung!!!” The name rolls off Jungkook’s lips, his moan sounding like the sweetest melody Taehyung has and will ever hear in his life.

“Again.” he thrusts again, Jungkook wraps his fingers around Taehyung’s neck, pulling him closer so that their lips are almost touching. He looks into the vampire’s eyes, “Taehyung..”

“Again. Say it again, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭.” Taehyung’s thrust this time is harder, stronger, the tip of his cock directly hitting Jungkook’s prostate. Jungkook shudders, whimpers, cries under him, hand clasping, fingers scratching Taehyung’s back, pulling him closer.

In, in and in. so close that there’s obviously no space between them. “Taeh— ahh.. —Taehyung..” Taehyung picks up his pace, his cock moving in and out of Jungkook’s pucker at a faster speed, his hand gliding down Jungkook’s body, stroking his member alongside his movements.

“F-feed from me, Tae… I want you to— want you to drink my blood.” The vampire pauses momentarily, “you sure, baby?” Jungkook nods, barring his neck to the vampire.

Taehyung’s eyes shine with mirth. Thirst taking over his senses. Jungkook’s sweet smell and the addictive taste of his lips have already hazed Taehyung. He knows there’ll be no going back. He knows he’ll be addicted to his blood.

Just like— Just like he’s addicted to Jungkook now. And it will hurt. It will become difficult when Jungkook decides to leave. But he doesn't want to live the nightmare of Jungkook deciding one day that he doesn’t want to stay. So he shakes the thought off.

As long as he can, as long as Jungkook allows him to.. he’ll relish and cherish everything about and with Jungkook.

“Tell me if it gets too much, yeah?” he mutters and leans in, his fangs poking out, tongue flattened over Jungkook’s delicate neck, right at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

His teeth send a tingling sensation, a shiver travelling down Jungkook’s spine, he holds his breath— both, in anticipation and fret. Taehyung sinks his fags deep, slowly sucking on the spot, drinking the sweet, lively and addicting blood from Jungkook.

All his assumptions and postulations only getting established as a fact that Jungkook is addictive. And Taehyung is now addicted to Jungkook.

The vampire sucks Jungkook’s blood slowly, very, very, slowly. Relishing and reveling each drop that goes inside his system.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯' 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 His hips roll simultaneously with Jungkook’s, setting a momentum as he makes Jungkook see

stars at the back of his head. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺... “o-oh fuck..— g-gonna cum. Tae.. t-too much. ’m close.” Jungkook sobs, clinging onto the vampire his voice muffled and desperate

He’s losing blood and he’s on the fucking edge! Taehyung doesn’t stop though, hand stroking and squeezing Jungkook’s twitching member, lips sucking, tongue lapping, licking every drop of that sanguine fluid he sucks.

A few minutes later, Taehyung pulls away, his thirst now quenched but a newfound addiction coursing in his veins, making it impossible for him to stop but Jungkook is his priority.

He kisses Jungkook again, letting the other taste his own blood, making Jungkook realise how sickeningly sweet and intoxicating he tastes. Jungkook does nothing but moans in the kiss. “Taehyung.. — p-please.. Wanna cum.”

“Me too, baby. Let’s do it together, yeah?” Taehyung grunts in response. Jungkook doesn’t even wait for another second as his cock spills those warm ropes of cum all over again on his own and Taehyung’s torso and in the vampire’s hand.

Taehyung keeps stroking him, until he milks Jungkook dry, smearing the liquid all over Jungkook’s lower abdomen. Filthy. Feels so filthy. So dirty. But Jungkook loves it. Because it’s Taehyung who’s doing it.

And Jungkook would let Taehyung do anything he pleases. Because— 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯… Because Taehyung is kind.

And because Taehyung.. to Jungkook.. feels like love. “Cum inside me, Taehyung. Fill me up, my king.” Taehyung will need a lot of time to process how fucking amazing and blissful his name sounds when he gets to hear it from Jungkook’s mouth.

He thrusts a couple of times more before he spills his load and fills Jungkook up with his tepid fluid, eyes dazed with the flushed, messed up state of the beauty under him.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯' 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 They stay hunched up for a while, and then Taehyung pulls his now-limp member from Jungkook’s hole,

watching with a dark gaze as his cum spills and drips out of the beauty’s pucker, making his skin gleam. He kisses Jungkook again, before leaving him on the bed to grab a warm cloth to clean them up, then again while cleaning him.

He kisses and marks Jungkook’s skin— his bare thighs, his smooth legs, his stomach and the little to no space left on his body to be marked.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 He turns Jungkook around, continuing his ministrations, covering every scar that exists on Jungkook’s once flawless, ethereal body.

His eyes trail Jungkook’s naked frame, as if examining him, as if imprinting him, as if— as if drowning in remorse, even though he knows he’s not the reason behind those scars. Remorse. Guilt. Agony. Because Jungkook is precious.

Because Jungkook deserves everything good. Every kindness. Every happiness. And Taehyung will do anything for Jungkook. Taehyung will destroy and Taehyung will create for Jungkook.

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘩, (𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘩) 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨…

The vampire cleans both of them, tucking Jungkook in the bed carefully, spooning him from behind, carding his fingers through the other’s sweaty locks, pushing them aside when they stick on his forehead.

Kissing each and every inch of Jungkook’s face, whispering sweet nothings in his ears until he feels Jungkook drift off to sleep. He watches as Jungkook’s chest rises and falls, watches as he dozes off to deep slumber, and wishes that Jungkook dreams about him, about them.

His eyes hooked and locked at the beauty’s back, at the scars on Jungkook’s back to be precise. The scars. Two huge scars. Those scars which once carried majestic, white, flawless wings of an Angel.

An Angel who once was one of those who resided in the dwellings of the deity. An Angel who once was a part of those celestial bodies and highly respected, highly adored beings. An Angel who lost his way.

An Angel whose wings were torn and burned down. An Angel who became a puppet to his heart. An Angel who became a 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 for love.

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There’s loud knocks on the door. Once. Twice. Thrice. And then there’s the sound of the main door creaking open, followed by an extremely sweet, chiming voice.

Taehyung grunts and pushes the comforter from his body, planting a kiss on his peacefully sleeping Angel’s bare shoulder. “My Angel.” The vampire mumbles softly, smiling when Jungkook scrunches his nose, burying his face more in the soft pillow.

The vampire ruffles his hair, walking down the stairs, rolling his eyes when he notices the other person who’s seated in his living room couch. “Good morning, your highness! Why didn’t you tell me you’re gonna be here?” Hobi’s voice is loud, and sweet. Just the same as always.

Taehyung plops on the couch, resting his head on the other guy’s shoulder, “Why do I need to? This is my place, remember? I can come and go anytime I please.” Hobi flicks his forehead. Taehyung winces. “Ow! The fck!?”

“You should’ve told me before leaving your place. I would’ve gotten someone to clean this cottage up. Oh— wait! You’re not alone here, are you? The house.. feels different.” Hobi sniffs the air, Taehyung bursts out laughing at his action.

“You’re a vampire, Hoba! Not a werewolf who can sniff the air and tell shit.” Hobi snorts, turning around so now he’s facing the vampire king, “I can’t not worry about you, my lord. You know I—”

He pauses when Taehyung passes a displeased reaction, his jaw clenching, tongue poking the inner cheek. “How many times do I need to tell you not to address me as that?” Hobi doesn’t seem too pleased about it.

“That’s literally your reputation? Your title? Aren’t you the king of Kim Coven, Taehyungie? Of course I am obliged to call you ‘My Lord’” Taehyung rolls his eyes again, slumping on the other vampire’s lap, “Whatever. Why are you here anyway? This is trespassing...

You’re here without informing or asking me. I could sue you for this.” “Yeah, sure. Go ahead. Sue me, won’t you? This is what I get for being a caring hyung.” Hobi dramatically speaks, wiping his fake tears making Taehyung snorts and laughs. “Lord! You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re glowing, Taehyungie. Let me see.” Taehyung pauses for a moment. Hoseok has always been observing. Ofcourse he notices everything that happens to Taehyung.

Hobi takes the vampire king’s hand in his own, placing Taehyung’s palm over his face, feeling the warmth coursing through his palm, smiling when Taehyung avoids his gaze. “You’re well fed. Oh my! Look at you, you’re glimmering.” Hobi speaks, ruffling Taehyung’s hair.

He waits, looks at Taehyung who’s constantly looking everywhere but his eyes. “Taehyungie..” Taehyung doesn’t respond. Nor does he meet Hobi’s eyes. “The glow.. It’s not just blood, is it? It’s not just after-sex glow. Look at me.”

The vampire king, very hesitantly, praying internally that Hobi doesn’t address what he’s been denying, looks at the other guy. “You’re in love, little one.” It’s not a question. Taehyung knows Hobi has the capability to read everyone’s mind. Their feelings. Their emotions.

And Taehyung hates how confident Hobi sounds. “N-no. pfft. Ofcourse not. You’re blabbering.” He knows it’s a lie. Because Hobi, most certainly, is not blabbering. He’s speaking the truth.

And Taehyung doesn’t want to concede. Because— Because Jungkook thinks he’s kind.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘩 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶… Taehyung won’t confine Jungkook. Not even with his love.

“I’ll get going now. Just came here because Jinnie told me to check up on you. Joon and him are gonna be in Seoul soon.” Taehyung is not even listening to him. Hobi knows. He’s deep down in his own thoughts.

“Taehyungie..” Hobi trails off, shaking the vampire king’s shoulder making Taehyung snap out of his train of thoughts. “Huh? Yeah?”

“I’ll take my leave now. You.. think about it. Love isn’t so bad. If anything, it’s beautiful. And well.. Looking at your smile, I can tell— yours is the most admirable one.” Smile!? Was Taehyung smiling? Great! He didn’t even know.

Hobi leaves the palace but his words stay. They keep ringing in Taehyung’s ears who slumps on the couch, face buried in his hands. ‘Love isn’t so bad. If anything, it’s beautiful.’

𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 Love. Loving Jungkook.. Doesn’t feel so bad. Loving Jungkook, indeed, is admirable. But does Jungkook—

Will Jungkook.. Love him back? Will Taehyung .. be able to let him go if Jungkook doesn’t return his feelings?

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. Taehyung will never confine Jungkook. Because— Because Jungkook is precious. And Jungkook.. deserves to be free. Free from worries, free from fear, free from any danger, free from any burden.

And Taehyung will do anything for Jungkook’s freedom. Even if one day it means letting his Angel go.

——— Jungkook wakes up to the pleasant aroma of chicken and waffles. He groggily gets up from the bed, groaning and muttering a curse when his lower body refuses to abet in doing so.

Reminding him that Taehyung did go a /little/ hard on him last night. He drags his feet to the bathroom, eyes wide and mouth hung agape when he examines his own body. His body which now was planted with purple blooms planted by the vampire.

His scars which one made him wince are now covered with the marks Taehyung gave him. ‘I want you to remember only my lips on you, Jungkook.’ Taehyung said last night. And Jungkook already knew he will always remember, always cherish the feeling of Taehyung’s lips on his body.

With a soft smile on his face and hesitant, little steps, the angel makes his way to the source of the smell. He blushes hard when he witnesses Taehyung, not wearing anything except his boxers, back exposed, humming to a tune while carefully plating waffles on a plate.

“ ‘morning.” Jungkook mumbles in a low voice, snaking his arms around Taehyung’s naked frame, resting his cheeks on the vampire’s cold back. Taehyung turns around, his blinding, boxy grin plastered in his face, “Good morning, sweetheart.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 Jungkook shyly averts his gaze to the floor when he notices Taehyung’s heavy gaze on him, examining all the scars and marks painted on his skin.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 He feels so small, but so precious to Taehyung. He will always be precious to Taehyung. And Taehyung will make sure, Jungkook knows what he means to him.

“Look at you, so pretty, — 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 — so gorgeous.” The vampire leans in to leave a lingering, chaste kiss on the angel’s lips. Jungkook visibly melts. Just how does Taehyung always, every single time, have this effect on him!?

“Why didn’t you wake me up, my king?” Jungkook asks, his lips touching the vampire’s, hand looped around Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung frowns. Jungkook pouts. He’s sure he didn’t say anything offensive. Then why is Taehyung frowning! What did he do?

“Am I Taehyung only in bed, sweetheart?” Oh. 𝘖𝘩.. There’s this smug grin on the vampire’s face, his eyebrows raised in amusement. Jungkook feels his cheeks heating up, blood rushing hotly in his veins as he tries to pronounce the king’s name again.

“T-tae…” Taehyung waits patiently, eyes shining, ears perked up, hands resting backwards on the kitchen counter, “hm.. go ahead, baby.” Fucking hell! Why is this so difficult!

“T—tae— Taehyung.” Jungkook shuts his eyes close tightly, hands curled into fists, teeth nibbling his bottom lip. A yelp rolls off his lips when Taehyung, unexpectedly, lifts him from the ground, Jungkook’s butt now hitting the cold kitchen counter.

He’s wearing only Taehyung’s shirt, unbuttoned, and a pair of boxers. Taehyung kisses him. Again. And again. Because— He’s addicted. To Jungkook’s kisses. To Jungkook’s lips. To the soft, blissful sounds that escapes Jungkook’s lips every time their lips meld together.

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. Addicted. He’s addicted to Jungkook. Jungkook. Only Jungkook. He wants to stay addicted to Jungkook. Forever.

And he knows, what Jungkook said— ‘because you’re kind, my king. And that’s the only acceptable answer’ — is not the only acceptable answer. He knows there’s something. A strong sense of longing. A sickening sense of want and desire. A soft feeling of contentment.

And it all revolves around just one person. Jungkook. It’ll always be Jungkook. Why? He has no idea. Or maybe he does. But he’s too.. averse to acknowledge and accept it. And it’s not because he is afraid of anything happening to him.

He’s afraid about Jungkook. He’s afraid as to what danger he can put Jungkook in. He’s so afraid. And for the first time, in all those years of his life, he has realized. Kim Taehyung finally has a weakness. And the weakness comes in the form of an ethereal being, Jungkook.

“The gears in your head are turning, Tae.” Jungkook whispers, his face rested over Taehyung’s shoulder. The vampire shakes his head, pulling the angel apart, cupping his cheeks and pecking his puckered lips. “Do you ever feel afraid, Angel?”

Angel. Jungkook grimaces hearing it. Angel. Which once was his name, his rank, his title, his damn identity. Angel. Why does he still has to remember he was a damn Angel!

Why didn’t they take away his memories when they took his wings? Why did they give him all the pain whilst taking away everything he once cherished!? Just why!?!

Taehyung notices how Jungkook’s face loses it’s pink glow, notices how he pales at the mention of the word, the title. “I’m sorry.” The vampire speaks, caressing Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook passes a sad smile, his fingers curling over Taehyung’s wrist as he holds the vampire’s hand which rests on his face. “Don’t be. It’s my.. name..— once was my rank, my identity, wasn’t it?” “I know but.. you don’t like it now, do you?” Does he?

No. It’s not entirely true. Jungkook cherished his title. He will always. But now, it leaves a bitter taste. Not because he doesn’t like it, bit because he knows he can’t go back. No matter what he does.

“I loved it once, like it still. But it doesn’t appeal to me as much as to once did. Would have been better if they took my life with my title. They’re cruel, Taehyungie.. they’re so— so cruel.” There’s sadness, there’s so much grief and melancholy in Jungkook’s voice.

Taehyung feels his stomach twisting in a knot, an unpleasant feeling creeping in his senses. “Do you want to talk about it, baby?”

“Angel.” Taehyung looks at him, bewildered. “Huh?” “Call me Angel, please. Feels good— feels so good when you say it.” Jungkook’s lips tremble, voice breaks, the emotions coursing through him are overwhelming.

Taehyung smiles, pecking his forehead. “Angel. My Angel.” “Yours.” 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 “Not afraid. Don’t feel afraid anymore.” Jungkook kisses the vampire’s palm, his lips lingering over the skin.

“Why so, hm?” “Because—” Because I now have you. Because I know you’ll protect me. Because I— Jungkook only shrugs, smiling and hugging Taehyung, "Just because."

“Wanna take a bath, Angel?” Taehyung asks, a few moments later while he feeds his Angel. Jungkook only nods in response. He needs to relax after all.

His body is still sore! And Taehyung’s hands roaming over his skin even now are not exactly helping him calm down. So yeah— a bath might be good and relaxing. Maybe. No promises pfft.

— — Heavy footsteps are heard, followed by Taehyung’s blooming voice, Jungkook pauses his humming as he hears the familiar voice, placing the tray in the oven, turning on his heel to face the king. “... No, hyung. I’m not going to bring him in a manor full of vampires.”

He squints his eyes, looking at Taehyung who has his eyebrows furrowed, lips morphed in a deep frown, jaw clenched. His grip on the cellphone is tight. Jungkook has rarely seen Taehyung mad. It’s scary. Taehyung’s demeanour, when he’s angry.

It is something Jungkook wishes not to witness. But being a mafia boss and the king of an entire vampire clan comes with it’s own baggage. And there are times, much to Jungkook’s dismay, where he gets to witness the mafia king, Kim Taehyung. Not his king, not his Taehyung.

He’s different from everything Jungkook knows, Jungkook has seen. And it’s strangely exciting as much as it is scary. Even though he’s practically seething right now over the call, Taehyung manages to pass a sweet smile and a soft kiss on Jungkook’s cheeks.

His features visibly softening when the angel hugs him tight, close to him. “I’m going to skin that annoying prick Hoseok alive once I’m there, he really can’t keep his mouth shut huh?” Taehyung pokes his tongue on his inner cheek, one hand almost crushing the device while

the other hand weaves Jungkook’s soft blonde hair. Seokjin snickers from the other line, ‘Yah! Taehyung-ah. You know you’ll have to introduce him to us one day.’ “One day, hyung. Not so soon. I— How could I .. —”

‘Okay, just ask him if he wants to, I really want to meet the chosen one who was able to melt the ice-prince’s heart.’ “My heart is literally frozen, so is yours. Stop using cringe-y dialogues.” The mob boss rolls his eyes, making the angel giggle.

Taehyung’s eyes then set on him. He looks at Jungkook— gaze soft, lips curled up in a small smile. Jungkook mirrors his expression. It’s crazy. Amidst the chaos and rage, he somehow feels apt. And it all is possible just because of Jungkook.

Jungkook, unknowingly, is becoming Taehyung’s grounding force. “I’ll let you know, hyung. Don’t expect a yes though.”

Taehyung throws the cellphone on the counter, hand now looping around Jungkook’s petite waist, pulling him closer. so close, that their clothed chests are now pressed against each other. So close that Taehyung feels how Jungkook’s heart thumps in his chest. Loud and fast.

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯’ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺... So close that the blood rushing through Jungkook’s veins somehow make Taehyung dizzy, make him warm, and make him satiated.

Crimson red flashes in Taehyung’s eyes, earning a silver tinge in Jungkook’s own irises. The angel’s warm breath fanning over Taehyung’s cold lips. No idea who leans first but their lips collide, softly. It’s just a peck. A tender touch of their lips against each other.

“Hi, pretty.” The vampire murmurs against Jungkook’s lips once they pull apart. The angel giggles yet again, making Taehyung feel so, so happy. “Hi, handsome.” Jungkook replies, smiling.

“What are you making, hm?” The vampire asks, the oven timer makes a ‘ding’ sound and Jungkook almost jumps in his place, turning on his heels. Taehyung chuckles, looking at the obvious excitement in his Angel’s features.

“Careful, Angel.” Good lord! When did he start caring for anyone? Taehyung’s losing it now. His senses, his inhibitions, himself. He’s losing himself to Jungkook.

Though he’s gaining more than he’s losing. He’s gaining smiles, he’s gaining affection, feelings, he’s gaining— exploring a side of him, a hidden, clandestine part of him even Taehyung didn’t know existed. Smile. He’s smiling a lot these days.

He’s been the reason for Jungkook's smile these days. And that, for Taehyung, is the biggest achievement. Jungkook turns around, his bunny looking smile on display, holding a tray of choco chips cookies proudly.

His big doe eyes shine brightly, resembling the stars— the entire galaxy. Celestial. Jungkook, in fact, is celestial. “Look! I made cookies! They look nice, don’t they?” the angel asks, bouncing on his feet, brightly shining eyes gesturing to pick one from the tray.

Taehyung wordlessly caves in, taking a bite, moaning softly at the taste before setting the cookies aside and offering the angel the cookie he just took a bite of. “Damn, angel! You’re so skillful. This is literally the most delicious cookie I ever got a taste of.”

Jungkook pouts, “Are you teasing me?” The vampire gasps, dramatically, cupping his angel’s cheeks, squishing them, earning a whine from Jungkook. “I’d never tease you, my sweet angel.”

He clashes his lips on Jungkook’s pouted ones, tasting the sweet after-taste of the chocolate that stays on the angel’s lips. Jungkook smiles, kissing him just as sweetly, as addictive as ever.

That mere peck and the angel’s puckered lips are enough for Taehyung to chase Jungkook’s lips like a starving, deprived man who yearns for another bite of his food.

Jungkook’s smile is a contagion. Could make anyone’s lips curl upwards at the sight. His laugh is euphoric. Taehyung finds a sick sense of satisfaction. A warmth rushing inside his cold body everytime he watches the angel’s lips twitch in the slightest smile.

It makes him feel blissful. He’s a goner. Too dazed, too gone for those soft giggles. Too protective of the smile he wishes to preserve throughout his existence.

He stares, lovingly, endearingly at the ethereal being in front of him. Carving his smiling image in his mind, just like always. Just like every time he’s seen Jungkook smile. “You’re thinking something again. You tend to think alot, Tae. Why? And what?”

Taehyung tucks the strand of Jungkook’s hair which falls on his eyes, eyes staring back at the angel’s confused ones. ‘You. I think about you. A lot.’ Taehyung thinks, unaware of the smile that’s creeping on his face. “Me?” Fuck! Did he say that out loud?

The vampire groans, his head dropping on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Yeah. You.” he kisses the angel’s neck, sucking on a spot for a moment which makes Jungkook breathe out a desperate moan.

His chest rises and falls, heart beating at an uneven pace, “W-what.. what do you think about me?” Taehyung sighs, leaning back, holding out another cookie for Jungkook to eat. The angel opens up mutely, biting off a chunk.

“My brother — Seokjin hyung, wants to see you. He invited you to our Manor.” The angel freezes for a split second, mouth parted slightly, crumbs of cookie on his lips, eyes blown wide. “W-what?”

The vampire nods, pressing his lips in a thin line, followed by an apologetic smile. “You don’t have to say yes, baby. I kinda told him I won’t be bringing you alon—” “Will you leave me alone here then?” Jungkook cuts him off abruptly.

He looks so, so small, so innocent, so… scared. Taehyung now feels bad, he didn’t think of this before. Even though he’ll be going for a maximum of two days, he’ll have to leave Jungkook alone at the mansion.

“I’ll have to. But you can stay with Jimin if you want. I have to leave because there’s something important and we need to discuss it in person. it’s about the coven,” he pauses, examining the frown on Jungkook’s face, and then he’s kissing it away, “will you be okay here?”

Jungkook is quick to shake his head and deny the offer. He won’t be okay if he’s not with Taehyung. He knows it’s dangerous. The Kim coven— the oldest and most dangerous clan is a place full of deadly vampires. But is Jungkook scared? Hell no! Because he has Taehyung.

And he knows what Taehyung can and will do for him. He feels a bit selfish. How he likes— loves the feeling of Taehyung not hesitating to raise hell for him, going off limits just for Jungkook.

And he feels bad, because— 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 Because Taehyung is kind. And he doesn’t want to take advantage of his kindness.

“You sure?” Taehyung’s voice snaps him out of his trance. The angel nods with a small smile, a reassuring smile. The vampire king huffs out a deep breath, pulling Jungkook in his arms. The angel wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist, arms looping over the vampire’s neck.

Taehyung carries him through the hallway, climbing up the stairs with the angel clinging onto him. He wallows in the content feeling of Jungkook’s heart soundly beating over his chest, he basks in the warmth that cocoons him with the angel’s presence.

Jungkook mumbles something over his shoulder, Taehyung breathes out a soft chuckle, carefully laying the angel on their bed. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳. The bed, now, was theirs. Not just Taehyung’s.

Everything in his home, just like his life, now somehow revolves around just one person. Jungkook.

Jungkook, unknowingly, unwantedly, unexpectedly, has become that part of Taehyung’s life which he knows will leave a vacuum, a hollow lacuna in his home. In his life. In his heart. So he wishes. No, he prays to whoever is up there to listen. That Jungkook never leaves.

Because Taehyung doesn't know how to live a life where he can’t have Jungkook next to him anymore. And it scares him. It reminds him how strong of a position he has already and unwittingly given to Jungkook.

And it reminds him how Jungkook has become his only source of strength and his only weakness, both at once. Taehyung doesn’t want to feel it. Doesn’t want to dwell on the bitter feeling. Doesn’t want to experience his fear, his nightmare come true.

Taehyung is reminded once again of how fragile, how fine their bond is. “You’ll protect me, right?” Jungkook asks, and the vampire nods, heedlessly.

Taehyung kisses him deeply, letting their lips slot against each other perfectly, “Anytime, anywhere. You don’t need to ask, Angel.” Of course he will protect Jungkook with everything in him.

Because — Not because he’s kind. But because he’s falling, or more, he’s fallen for Jungkook.

As much as he wants to deny and ignore the truth, he knows. He knows it so well, that he’s fallen already. He’s getting addicted to Jungkook, his presence, his smile, his soft giggles, his loud laughter, his kisses and his anguish too.

Taehyung’s willing to. He wants to. He wants to fall. He wants to get addicted. Because Jungkook— is like a drug.

A drug that Taehyung would willingly get addicted to. A drug Taehyung will give all the power over him. A drug which he knows is so, so petrifying, so powerful. Yet he’ll let the drug consume him whole. Because Jungkook.. feels like love. For Taehyung, Jungkook is love.

— — The manor is huge. Like.. /huge/ huge. It’s enormous. Almost 4 times bigger than the one he’s been living in with Taehyung. Jungkook watches, eyes blown wide, mind wondering as to how many people the humongous buildings can shelter.

Large towers fortified with strong walls, intricately designed with exquisite architecture. The door in front of them is a colossal, wooden door painted with black and gold colours. “How many people live here, Taehyungie?” Jungkook couldn't help but ask.

Taehyung chuckles at the astonished behaviour of the angel, he pulls Jungkook closer by his waist, “A lot. Y’see all the elder vampires— meaning the knowledgeable and kinda the important ones from the coven live together. My brother and his sire, Namjoon hyung, lead the

coven’s crucial decisions while I lead the mafia empire.” he pauses and turns Jungkook around in his arms, kissing the angel’s forehead, “stay close to me, yeah? Though you're safe, I just want to be double sure.” Jungkook’s lips break into a smile at the concern.

His heart is so full. Taehyung makes him feel so happy. So safe. So… loved. “What if they don’t want me here? The other vampires, I mean.” Taehyung notices the obvious panic in the angel’s voice. That he’s quick to kiss it away.

Well, he just wants an excuse to kiss the angel. And what better excuse than this!?

“Jin hyung wants you here,” he pecks the angel’s forehead, “I want you here,” another peck on Jungkook’s cheeks, “I want you next to me, always.”, there's a tender feel of lips against his own. Jungkook smiles wholeheartedly.

“You’re so sappy.” He hits Taehyung’s chest playfully, groaning and burying his face in the Vampire’s chest, hiding the deep red blush that stains his cheeks. Taehyung throws his head back, laughing at the flustered reaction. “Okay, okay. Let’s go in, yeah?”

Jungkook nods, entwining his fingers with the vampire’s which the latter held out for him to hold. Satisfied, Taehyung pushes the door open, a loud creak is heard followed by a cool breeze which makes Jungkook almost shudder in his place.

Similar to the external appearance, the interiors are far more lavish. Jungkook’s eyes wander across the hallway, amusingly drowning in the sight of gorgeous walls painted with dark grey paint with intricate gold pattern, grandiose chairs placed nicely in a well arranged manner

They’re lined up as far as Jungkook’s vision can reach and it only keeps increasing with every step. Taehyung feels a small tug at his sleeve, tilting his head, he smiles at the bewildered expression of the angel, “Why is this place so huge?”

“It’s a Manor, baby. The Kim Coven, our family and just like I said before, the elder vampires, all stay here together. So it kinda is supposed to be /big/ y’know. Else they’ll whine about their luxury and lush all the time.” Taehyung explains him in a low voice.

The angel is quick to nod and raise his eyebrows in response, then he shrugs. As Taehyung said, the manor does shelter a lot of vampires. There’s tens of them in just the hallways, more in their rooms, even more in the other towers.

Jungkook decides it’s better to not dwell on the fact that he’s probably surrounded by a minimum of a hundred vampires around him. His eyes then set downcast as realisation dawns upon him. He’s here with Taehyung.

Taehyung— Kim Taehyung. Kim of the Kim Clan and King of the Mafia Empire. Jungkook gulps, his grip on Taehyung’s hand tightens. “Stay close, baby.” Taehyung murmurs, tugging him close.

Close. Jungkook, always, will stay close. Taehyung wishes for Jungkook to stay close. Whether surrounded by all those vampires or not. The angel looks at their intertwined hands. Taehyung’s grip on his hand is firm.

He feels secure. safe. It’s innocuous. Warmth fills in him, a sudden gush of emotions coursing when he realises what Taehyung has started to mean to him. There’s a small, soft smile on Taehyung's lips. His expression is fond, looking at Jungkook.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 Fear. Fear infiltrates his senses when he realises what he might possibly have started to mean to Taehyung.

Jungkook’s not oblivious to Taehyung’s little acts of affection. He knows what it is. He just doesn’t want to acknowledge it. Because— 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 Because he knows what love does to one.

“Taehyungie!” a loud, blooming voice snaps Jungkook out of his trance, he bows in respect to the person standing in front of him. Kim Seokjin, Taehyung’s elder brother. The brain of their clan, as they call him, is a gorgeous man.

Pale, flawless skin, thick brows, round eyes with scarlet red irises, plump lips. A vampire who looks especially handcrafted by the goddess of beauty. Jungkook is in awe. He’s never witnessed such fatal elegance before. Ever.

“That’s my brother, Jin hyung.” Taehyung whispers in his ears. Jungkook bows in respect, muttering a small ‘hello’

“Ah! You’re trying to tell me, my brother hid this beauty from me for /months/ ? not fair, Taehyungie. Hyung is offended.” Jin’s voice is chirpy, with a fake gasp, he’s smiling at his brother. Jungkook blushes hard, looping his arm around Taehyung’s bicep.

Taehyung knows he’s blushing, the warmth seeps in his skin through his clothed arm. The vampire king scowls, “Yah! Hyung! You have a sire!” Then he turns to the beauty beside him, “my brother is a bit embarrassing. So, I’d like to apologize for his.. behaviour.”

Another gasp is heard, this time by Hobi. “My, my! Is this heaven? Who is this ethereal beauty I’m witnessing in this dark abode?” Taehyung notices the way Jungkook tenses, the arm around him almost freezing, the vampire king glares at Hoseok.

The vampire pulls Jungkook closer, holding the angel by his waist, caressing the spot reassuringly. “Hob-ah.” He glares again, Hobi smiles sheepishly, and then turns to Jungkook, hugging him warmly.

They address the other vampires present in the room, some murmurs in each other’s ears, some welcome them home happily. Taehyung gestures the angel to stay close, just like he said. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m here.”

Taehyung’s words are reassuring. His smile spreads a warmth in Jungkook’s insides, a huge contrast to the chilly atmosphere surrounding him. It’s eerily calming. “Oh! Yoongi is here.” Hobi chimes, pauses, eyes shining when the door opens, “Jiminie? He’s here too!”

Jungkook looks up at the mention of Jimin’s name. His lips break into a wide grin when the human enters the hall with Yoongi. “Jungkookie!” Jimin chirps, fastening his pace and walking towards the throne as quick as he can.

The angel feels a pair of arms around him and a hand on his shoulder, Jimin engulfs him in a hug, ignoring Taehyung’s hard gaze while Yoongi simply pats Jungkook’s shoulder, greeting him.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here too.” Jimin speaks, not pulling away from the hug. “Hyung I can’t breathe.” Jungkook replies, chuckling and teasing the human.

Jimin quickly pulls apart, cupping the angel’s cheeks, “Are you doing well? How have you been, baby!? I missed you so much. Is he treating you well? He didn’t hurt you, right? Just tell me I—” “Shut up, dwarf.” Taehyung cuts him off, tongue poking his inner cheek in annoyance.

Jungkook giggles, bumping his shoulder with the vampire king’s, “Don’t be mad at him, Taehyungie.” Loud gasps are heard at the interaction. The vampires in the room watch them, mouth hung agape, few even have their hands on their mouth in surprise.

Taehyung nods curtly, rolling his eyes, pulling the angel close to him again. The vampire king sits on the throne. His throne. With Jungkook on the armrest. His arm snaked around the beauty’s waist.

There’s playful exchange of banters, heart-filled greetings and some serious discussions. “Taehyungie. Joonie and I need to talk to you.” Seokjin speaks after a while, earning a questioning look from his brother.

He sighs, getting up from his seat, gesturing to Taehyung, “alone.” Taehyung looks at the angel who has an understanding smile on his face, it makes him smile too.

He kisses Jungkook then and there, right in front of everyone. Jungkook whines in the kiss, fingers curling around the fabric of the vampire’s sleeve.

Taehyung kisses him deeply, letting his tongue explore the beauty’s warm cavern, ignoring how his brother, Jimin, Yoongi and Hobi scoff, how Namjoon has his head in his hands with an amused reaction at the vampire king’s antics.

He pulls apart, kissing the Angel’s cheeks, “Stay with Jimin, Hobi and Yoongi. Do not talk to anyone else. I’ll be back soon, okay?” Jungkook, with flushed cheeks and red tainted ears, nods in response.

His eyes are fixed on Taehyung’s frame, watching how the brothers leave the room, eyes not leaving the vampire’s back until they’re out of his sight. Taehyung, on entering the room, doesn’t know what to expect. He somehow has an idea, but he’s not sure.

They have a lot to talk about. A lot to catch up on. So he’s confused as to what this /private/ talk might be. “Taehyung.” Jin’s voice is low, firm. Taehyung hums in response. “Word’s out.” Word’s out. Of course it is. They’re in Seoul, South Korea.

Word spreads about anything and everything. And he— Taehyung is the king. The one who rules the vampire and human world in South Korea. So, word.. spreads like a wildfire when it comes to him. Taehyung should have known. He saw this coming of course.

He’s surprised it took so long for his brother to address this. “About what?” Namjoon scoffs at the question. Jin snickers, amused. “About what? Really?” The couple asks him. Taehyung shrugs, a futile attempt to avoid the topic.

“Taehyung-ah. You know we can’t avoid it for long.” Of course they can’t. They’re the prime vampires of their coven. They’re the leaders of the mafia world. They’re the ones who control everything.

Yet, they can’t control the word that spreads. Both, among humans and vampires as well. “Do they know about him?” Taehyung asks hesitantly.

Namjoon nods, Jin places his palm over Taehyung’s, “About him being a doll at Jimin’s club? Yes. about his identity? No. Hell! Even I, Namjoon or even Hobi don't know who he is. Why are you hiding? What are you hiding about him, Taehyungie?”

Taehyung looks like he’s contemplating, he opens and closes his mouth often, then releases a deep sigh.

“Tell them to fucking mind their own business. He’s not a doll. He’s mine, I think I made it pretty clear out there tonight, and that is everything they need to know.” He replies, his voice laced with determination and finality.

“That’s not enough, you know people here are out to twist narratives and speak what fits their point of view. You might think it’s a shallow word, a hollow rumour, but it will somehow affect everyone. You, our clan, our empire, and Jungkook as well.”

Namjoon speaks with just as much finality and determination. Taehyung hates how rational Namjoon is right now. Seokjin understands his brother’s turmoil and looks at him with a small smile on his face.

“You need to do something about him, Taehyung.” “Does loving him count?” 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. Loving him. Loving Jungkook. Loving Jungkook doesn’t sound so bad.

Loving Jungkook sounds.. admirable. Loving Jungkook.. is what Taehyung wants to do. For his whole life. Because— Because Jungkook... deserves love. Because Jungkook.. is precious.

Taehyung shuts his eyes close, there’s an image of Jungkook smiling. Taehyung wants to protect his smile. Taehyung wants to preserve his smile.

Taehyung wants to love Jungkook. No. Taehyung has now realised, he already loves Jungkook. He’s fallen in love with the fallen angel.

“Hello? Earth to Taehyung?” Namjoon snaps his fingers and the vampire king is brought back to reality. “Huh? Uh—” Seokjin sighs, patting his shoulder in an understanding manner.

There’s a wide smile on the elder’s face. It makes Taehyung break into a smile too. “You’re in /love/ love, Taehyungie.” Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, head hung low shyly.

“Awh Joonie, look at my baby brother being all shy. Oh my! Taehyungie, what has Jungkook done to you!” Seokjin teases, ruffling the younger vampire’s hair lovingly. Namjoon coos, he’s never seen Taehyung— the cold and ruthless Mafia king like this.

This, indeed, was an amusing sight for him. “The real question here is, does he know? And if he does... does he have the same feelings for you?” This time it’s Namjoon who asks. Does he?

Well, Taehyung never confessed. Hell! How could he confess when he just realised it only now? “I— uh..” Namjoon sighs, rubbing his temple. Seokjin makes a face.

“So he doesn’t know.” It's not a question. It’s a statement. A fact. Well, it was pretty clear to both the elder vampires.

“I.. never realised too. I thought it’s— it’s just infatuation? Or a habit of being around him? But, hyung.. He.. he’s so.. So precious to me. I can’t,” Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat, lips trembling, “I can’t imagine my future without him next to me. He— he’s become

that grounding force that keeps me going, he makes me happy, he makes me— keeps me calm and at peace. He’s my peace, my— my love. I love him.” A gasp escapes his own lips at the confession, it tastes sweet— nectar like, leaves a luscious, pleasant taste.

Taehyung closes his eyes, a satiated smile adorning his face, “I love him. I love Jungkook.” “I love Jungkook. Hyung— Hyung, I love him.” “You need to tell him that, Taehyungie. Not us.” Seokjin laughs, throwing his head back, patting his brother’s head.

Namjoon interrupts the moment, with yet another rational question and Taehyung never knew he’d be scared of something in his life more than this. “Taehyung-ah, we need to know what Jungkook feels as well.”

“I have a plan.” Taehyung’s brother speaks, and both the other vampires— Taehyung and Namjoon groans, muttering a unified ‘No’. Seokjin rolls his eyes, already on his feet , making his way towards the hallway, “You both are no fun. Watch me now.”

“Hyung.. I’m scared.” Taehyung mutters, nipping on his bottom lip. Namjoon pats his shoulder, “me too, Taehyung-ah.”

— — Just like the other rooms, the dining room is a large one. A grand, oval shaped table right in the centre of the room where the three Kims — Taehyung, Seokjin, Namjoon and their closest, meaning Jungkook, Jimin, Jungkook and Yoongi are seated.

Besides them are comparatively smaller, circular tables where the other families are dining. There’s clanking of spoons and forks on plates, the subtle sound of what Jungkook hopes is wine being poured in glasses.

Jungkook nudges Taehyung’s side, immediately gaining the vampire’s attention. “Yes, baby?” “Is this.. liquid.. uh..— drinkable?” The angel asks, voice low almost like a whisper. Taehyung chuckles, pecking the angel’s head, subtly sniffing the soft blonde locks.

God! Just how much more will he get addicted to Jungkook! “Of course you can, it’s wine. Not blood. pfft.” A sigh of relief is released and Jungkook, embarrassed with the question, focuses on the food, avoiding the vampire king’s eyes.

They eat in silence then, at least Jungkook stays silent. Only answering when he’s asked something. And then suddenly, Seokjin speaks. “What do you think about Love, Jungkook?” Taehyung gasps, “Hyung—”

Jungkook curls his fingers on his lap, tightly. So tight that his knuckles start turning white. Taehyung notices, immediately places his hand over the angel’s. He caresses Jungkook’s fingers, the back of his palm. Jungkook passes an assuring smile.

Love. What does Jungkook think? ‘You’ll never leave me, right?’ ‘Kookie, I need you.’ ‘You’re so kind.’ ‘Kookie, you’re all I need.’ What does Jungkook know? How could Seokjin just ask so casually about it? Love.

Taehyung waits, holding his breath, for the way Jungkook looks at love will describe where Taehyung stands. Does he even stand anywhere in Jungkook's life? ‘Kookie, I can take you however I want, right?’ ‘You’ll always have me, Master. Kookie is yours.’

“Love.. is an illusion. A dream. A perception. A mirage we create in our own minds to name the absurdity we practise. —” Jungkook pauses when the vampire king lets out an audible scoff.

The angel closes his eyes, controlling the tears threatening to spill any time, "—a dream we chase only to wake up and break our own self when we face reality. Love.. — love makes you weak, makes you scared. That's love. That's what I think of love."

Taehyung thought. No, fuck it! He literally begged mentally for Jungkook to describe love as something beautiful. How could he, though? ‘But..— Kookie loves you, master.’ When Love took away everything from him?

‘Love? Are you fucking crazy?’ ‘There’s nothing called love, kookie.’ When all love did was break him?

‘You’re so fucking naive, so stupid.’ ‘All you are a slave to me, do you get it? I gave you shelter and you dare take my kindness for this shit called love?’ When he doesn't even know how it feels to be loved?

"We'll be leaving now, hyung." Taehyung announces, already on his feet, holding out his hand for Jungkook to hold. Jungkook hesitates, eyes avoiding the vampire's unpredictable gaze.

It's different. Not a glare, not a hard, dark gaze. It's something.. hurtful, pained. And Jungkook could feel the longing in Taehyung's eyes. And this is what breaks him. The longing. The yearning.

It'll break him. It'll break them both. And this— is what Jungkook didn’t want to happen. Taehyung can see the way Jungkook trembles, with shaky hands, he holds the vampire’s cold palm.

Seokjin passes a sad, apologetic smile to his brother. Everyone else on the table goes silent. This.. was unexpected. Nobody thought of the outcome.

Guilt rushes inside Seokjin, his eyes water, lips wobble while looking at the broken state of his brother and Jungkook as well. They remain silent. Until Taehyung drags the angel to his car driving them back home.

The car ride is silent, too silent for Jungkook’s liking. He wants Taehyung to say something. Anything. He wants Taehyung to ask. To scream at him, to yell, to— He wants Taehyung to hug him. He wants Taehyung to tell him it’s okay.

They’re okay. Though he knows they’re not. Not when Jungkook knows what Taehyung feels about him. Not when Jungkook just broke all the hope that was starting to grow inside Taehyung.

The silence is deafening. It puts him in a chokehold, the type that is making it hard for him to breathe. Taehyung’s no better. His eyes are set on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his already pale knuckles are now even more whiter.

Jungkook immediately averts his gaze, looking out of the window. He sniffles lightly, muffles the sobs that threaten to escape his throat. The car halts after a while, indicating that they’ve now arrived at their destination. Taehyung’s home. Their home.

A place Jungkook can’t escape. A place where feelings, emotions, confrontations awaits him. A place where Jungkook, willingly, would never escape.

Not until Taehyung kicks him out. Not until Taehyung finally tells him how pathetic he is for taking advantage of Taehyung’s kindness. Not until he faces the reality. Unbeknownst to him, Taehyung’s and his reality, are two completely different, contrasting ones.

— — The house— home, is silent. So silent, that even the sound of their shoes clicking on the floor makes Jungkook flinch with every step. There has never been such silence in Taehyung’s mansion. Not like this. Not since Jungkook stepped foot in the place.

Jungkook, for a fact, knows he hurt Taehyung with his words. Though the vampire never made his feelings clear, never outed them to Jungkook, the angel had an idea. He’s been through it once. He knows what it feels.

‘Such an inane, dumb cherab. You really thought there’s something called love, huh?’ He knows. ‘Pathetic, weak b!tch! You? You deserve love? Hah!’ He knows what love does. The angel clenches his fists, sniffling lightly, not looking at Taehyung at all.

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“You said.. you said love is an illusion.” a gasp escapes the angel’s lips, his breathing getting heavy when Taehyung pushes him against the wall, “Back there. You said love makes you weak..” Jungkook knows Taehyung will break. Anyone would.

One can only hold it in for a certain while. He knew all the bottled up feelings, those pent up emotions will burst out. One day. Jungkook didn't know that one day would be so soon.

Taehyung’s lips are pressed against his jaw, hands on the angel’s sides, kneading his soft, tiny waist.

Jungkook quivers, eyes pooling up with pained tears, throat clogging up with sobs, “I— I wasn't wrong. I said what I think of love, Tae..—I said what I— what I know about love.” Taehyung knew, he saw this coming. He knew this day would come soon. But he was not ready.

‘My, oh my! King Taehyung in our humble abode?’ The vampire king hisses, memories flashing right through his eyes. ‘Jungkook. My name. My name’s Jungkook.’ Pretty. So pretty. Always so pretty. Everything about Jungkook is always so pretty to him.

Everything about Jungkook is always so precious to him. ‘Why are you so nice to me? Aren’t I just a doll? Just.. a prostitute?’ A rumble rolls off his throat, the vibrations against Jungkook's skin making the Angel shudder.

‘You can fuck me anytime you want. Even if I’m asleep.’ Another groan, Taehyung slams his hand against the wall, Jungkook chokes on a sob. ‘Okay. okay you can see me.’ Jungkook trusts Taehyung. The vampire is well aware that the angel trusts him. With his life.

‘We don’t always get what we want, my king.’ Taehyung cups the angel’s jaw, forehead pressing against Jungkook’s. He’s not ready. Not ready to face it. Not ready to voice it out. Not ready to tell Jungkook he’s not kind. That he’s selfish. He’s greedy. He’s— He—

“Not true. That’s not true. Love— love doesn’t make you weak. It’s not just a mere illusion.” He’s walking on thin ice now. He knows this well. But now, there’s no going back.

“It's absurd. Like a butterfly flapping its wings moving towards the direction of a hurricane. Like a moth petrifyingly flying towards a flame. It knows—” Taehyung's eyes are red, brimming with so many emotions, he tugs at Jungkook’s arm behind his back, trapping him against

the wall, “It knows it'll burn, it'll engulf him as a whole, but the butterfly keeps moving, the moth still flies towards the flame.” He kisses Jungkook’s neck, peppering and trailing wet kisses over the supple skin,

“Because that’s what love is. Because that's what love does. It doesn't make you weak, Jungkook. It just shuts all your senses, makes you crazy. Crazy in love. Crazy for the one you love.”

Jungkook moans yet again, just as naturally, tugging the vampire’s hair, “Absurd,” a scoff, “you’re right, it’s absurd. It’s stupid, Tae—” Taehyung sucks on his neck harshly, Jungkook doesn’t push him away though, “ah..f-fuck!” he moans, cries out, one hand now on Taehyung’s

shoulder while the other guides the vampire to suck more bruises on his delicate neck, “it shuts all senses, makes you blind and makes you commit lunacy. It hurts, Tae..—” Taehyung halts in his place. Hands immediately cupping the Angel's face, panicked because it hurts.

Jungkook said it hurts. He hurt Jungkook.

‘You’ll protect me, right?’ ‘Anytime, anywhere. You don’t need to ask, Angel.’ Taehyung hurt Jungkook. The vampire feels his inside twisting in an unpleasant knot, his ribcage constricting and clenching his already frozen heart tightly. He hurt Jungkook.

His grip loosens, “I-I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry. fuck,— I’m..” “Not you. Not you, Taehy—”, Jungkook sobs, tears flowing endlessly, staining his charming face, “Love. Love hurts, Tae.. Hurts so— so much. It takes and only takes.

Love— it destroys you. You— you said the moth will burn, the bu-butterfly will get engulfed as whole.. y-you .. don’t you understand?” his fingers clutch the collar of Taehyung’s shirt, body shaking and trembling while he continues to cry, “why don’t you understand?”

Taehyung wants to retaliate. Wants to say he does. He understands. He understands Jungkook’s fear. He understands Jungkook’s pain. His inhibitions. He understands the agony. He wants to say he wants to fix Jungkook’s heart.

He wants to make Jungkook believe that love doesn’t always take. That love gives too. Love gives you so much. So much happiness. So much comfort. Taehyung wants Jungkook to love him. ‘Love me.’ ‘Love me Jungkook.’ ‘Love me and let me love you.’

‘Love me. Give me your heart to protect.’ ‘Love me. Allow yourself to fall in love.’ ‘Even if you don’t.. Even if you can’t.. Then just— Let me.. Just let me love you. Let me show you love.’ Taehyung’s mind is a mess. Thoughts, feelings, emotions clouding his senses.

He can't think of anything. Nothing except Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook needs to know. He must know. Taehyung loves Jungkook and the angel should know about his feelings. The pain is unbearable. The weight of his emotions too heavy on his frosted heart.

“Jungkook—..”, Taehyung’s voice is soft, low, almost like a whisper, “Angel.. Love.. love doesn’t always take…”, he cups the angel’s cheeks, the touch so tender, so pure, “love doesn’t always hurt. love.. ‘Love me’ ‘let me love you’.. love doesn’t always destroy. I— let me..”

Taehyung’s rambling is cut off, harshly and forcefully when Jungkook pulls him in an unexpected kiss. A kiss so desperate, so pleading. A kiss which— without any words— tells Taehyung to not speak any further. A kiss which is full of longing, yearning and pain.

Taehyung understands. He always fucking understands and it irks Jungkook. Why is Taehyung so understanding? Why is he so calm? Just why can’t he be like those assholes who make it easier to hate them. How? Just how will Jungkook not love Taehyung!?

Taehyung pulls away from the kiss first, gasping for air. Lips parted and slick, cheeks stained with tears.

The angel gasps, his hand, on instinct, reaching out to wipe them, “Tae..—’’, but the vampire is quick to shake his head and turn on his feet. “Don’t, Angel. Please. Just— let me be.”

Jungkook stays silent, his eyes shutting, brimming with tears while he watches Taehyung pass him a pair of night wear, discarding his own clothes, and walking into the bathroom.

He stays silent when Taehyung wordlessly locks the door behind him, not calling Jungkook, not asking him even once to join. He stays silent, cries— silently even when he hears the water from the shower head pouring down.

He stays silent until Taehyung comes out of the shower, passing him a weary smile and walks past him, out of the room, out of his sight.

He stays silent until he, himself, locks the bathroom door with a click, turning the cold water from the shower on. And then… he finally, /finally/ breaks down.

Loud, heart-clenching sobs fill the vicinity, blending with the sound of cold water drizzling down from the shower head. Jungkook has his face buried in his hands, body trembling, lips wobbling as he continues to cry his heart out.

He cries until he wipes the water off his body, changing into his nightwear. He cries feeling the emptiness beside him on the bed. He cries and he cries until he can’t anymore. He cries until his eyes run dry and eyelids get heavier, fatigue taking over him.

Suddenly the bed feels so huge, so empty. Because Taehyung is not next to him. Though Taehyung’s normal body temperature is cold, there’s warmth in his words, his actions. And Jungkook misses the warmth. Jungkook misses Taehyung, even though they're just a door apart

He knows Taehyung is just a door away, he’s in the balcony of the same room. But he can’t find in his heart to call out his name.

He curls himself in a fetal position, shifting to Taehyung’s side of the bed, seeking any ounce of warmth and comfort he could get with the feeling, with the desire of Taehyung laying next to him.

With the yearning, with the crave of Taehyung holding him like every night. With the imaginary solace of Taehyung’s reassuring words being murmured in his ear.

And just like that, with dried tears, swollen eye lids and a shrunk heart, the angel falls asleep.

✧✧☽☾✧✧ The moon shines brightly in the sky. Taehyung watches, leaning towards the railing of his balcony, glass of wine in his hand. He sighs, his grip on the stem of wine glass loosening a bit, he swirls the liquid in the glass before gulping it down in one go.

Setting the large glass on the bedside table, the vampire gets under the comforter, the mattress underneath him dips, Jungkook remains sound asleep. Unaware of the fond, longing orbs of the vampire.

The light from the celestial body penetrates the room in the form of a fluorescent beam, falling on the sleeping angel’s skin, giving it an ethereal glow. Taehyung, no matter how much he watches Jungkook, still finds himself falling for the Angel with every next glance.

The vampire lays next to Jungkook, fingers mindlessly caressing the Angel’s locks, tucking the loose stand behind his ear. Lips, on instinct, as if they have a mind of their own, moving towards Jungkook’s forehead, lingering over the honey like skin.

It has been a few days since the… incident. They haven’t spoken much after that. Taehyung made sure not to bring that up again and Jungkook just can’t be more thankful.

It irks him though, how Taehyung always keeps understanding him without even uttering a damn word but he’s more grateful than fuddled. Taehyung's linger over the skin more than longer, maybe because this is the only time he gets to have Jungkook to him. Only when he's asleep.

“I love you, Angel.” he whispers, keeping his voice as low as a whisper, making sure not to word it out loud and scare the Angel even more than he already is. Taehyung pulls away then, only to find himself being wrapped in Jungkook’s arms.

The Angel shuffles in his place, lips puckered and pouty, hands looped around the vampire’s middle. There’s no going back. With Jungkook, there’s no going back. Taehyung finds himself giving in. Without a single protest.

Love. Love makes you a puppet. Taehyung.. is becoming a marionette, giving away his strings to the feeling called love. A feeling Jungkook despises. A feeling Jungkook is scared of.

“Why, Angel? Why is fate so cruel?” The mob boss releases a deep sigh, arms tugging Jungkook closer to him, the Angel’s cheek squish over his bare chest, Jungkook sighs in sleep. A content sigh.

As if he’s been longing for it. As if he— As if he’s home after running miles. Taehyung. Taehyung has become Jungkook’s home. His safe place. His common ground. And the thought is scary. Because love.. love is scary.

“Maybe we were meant to be.. But not together. It’s not your fault if you can’t love me back.” With the fear of never being loved back by the only one he ever fell in love with, Taehyung shifts his gaze to the moon instead, placing his chin over the Angel’s head.

His eyes feel heavy. Maybe sleep is taking over? Maybe the heaviness of his emotions is welling up in them? Taehyung finds himself feeling drowsy.

And the last thing he feels before drifting off to sleep is the Angel’s warm breath hitting at his chest, right above his heart. As if warming it. As if warming Taehyung’s soul.

As if melting the frozen piece of mass caged in Taehyung’s ribs. “I love you. I love you so much. And I will love you even if you don’t love me back. Just— Just stay, Angel.”

✧ ✧ Jungkook is well aware of Taehyung’s feelings and his own. Taehyung’s right. It’s not his fault. He can’t accept and dive into the rabbit hole yet again even after losing everything to this— this scam called love and he’s scared.

He’s so fucking scared. And Taehyung understands. The Angel doesn’t know if he should be thankful or worried more now. Because Taehyung always understands! Then why can’t he understand how dangerous love is?

Why can’t he understand how love takes the last bit of sanity left inside one and leaves one with absolutely nothing? Even though Jungkook screamed it on top of his lungs, just why can’t he understand that love— love is an illusion.

He sniffles lightly, curling himself more on the huge bed. Taehyung’s awake. He’s awake and the vampire knows he’s not asleep so he stays on the other end of the bed, maintaining and giving his Angel enough privacy and space.

Jungkook tries his best to muffle the sobs that clog his throat, a choked sound escaping his lips and his hand instantly flies to his mouth, shutting it up. The duvet over him rustles, Taehyung is moving close.

The angel’s heart picks up it’s pace. Thumping loudly in anticipation and hope. He waits for the cold touch of the vampire which is more warmer to him than the hottest summers could ever be. He waits and he waits, only for the hand to never reach out to him.

Taehyung, when he heard the choked sob, moved closer instinctively. His hand already reaching out to soothe the crying Angel. But— it pauses midway. He’s puzzled.

Should he? Or should he not? Will he scare the Angel again? It’s not just because of love, right? People calm and console someone who’s crying? Why is it awkward? Why is he hesitant then?

Taehyung knows the answer. And ever since he accepted that he loves Jungkook, he accepted every answer he finds. And the answer to every question to his hesitance is— feelings. love. He’s in love with Jungkook. Jungkook knows Taehyung is in love with him.

And he doesn’t want the Angel to feel like he’s taking advantage. Because— Because Jungkook thinks Taehyung is kind and Taehyung fucking loves Jungkook. So, yeah. He’s hesitating.

After a few moments of contemplating his thoughts, he decides on giving in— yet again— and his palm touches the Angel’s bare skin. As if electrocuted with the highest voltage of sparks, the Angel whimpers and jolts in his place, breath hitching, and coming out uneven.

Taehyung doesn’t question him. He lets the Angel cry. Only shifts closer with careful movements, his arms circling around Jungkook’s tiny waist, lips pressed over the scars on the Angel’s back.

Jungkook shudders in his hold, body trembling and a series of ‘sorry’ rolling off his tongue. “I—”, the Angel sobs, hiccups, and with wobbly lips speaks again, “I’m sorry, Tae.. I’m so sorry. P-please don’t hate me. Please. I’m scared. I’m so afraid, Tae.”

Taehyung’s eyes water. It’s not the first time he’s woken or witnessed the Angel crying. But he never asks. Because he’s scared too. He’s scared he’ll make Jungkook uncomfortable. He’s scared he’ll startle the Angel, that he’ll daunt the one he loves.

“Shh.” he pecks Jungkook’s head, turning him in his arms, his stomach twisting in an obnoxious knot at the sight of his Angel. Jungkook. He looks broken. He looks afraid. He /is/ afraid. Of love. Of how insanely he’s in love. Of what love does.

“It’s not.. It’s not your fault, Angel. None of it is. Sleep, yeah. You’re not the one at fault.” Taehyung’s words— his words are capable of making Jungkook breathe out a relieved sigh.

Jungkook just wants to wrap himself in those words, cocoon himself, stay protected, safe in those reassuring words. in those sweet nothings. in those unspoken love confessions.

Taehyung’s words are warm. Taehyung is the home Jungkook craves for. He yearns for it. So much that his heart breaks when he steps out of the mansion after Taehyung leaves for a meeting, he finds his heart shattering with each step he takes.

So much that his eyes spill those salty tears which he constantly tries to blink away. He remembers the vampire calling Jimin over to keep his Angel company just so Jungkook wouldn't feel alone.

Why? Just why does Taehyung have to be so caring? Why is it so difficult to leave him? Why is it so difficult to not love Taehyung? Why is it so difficult to accept that he fucking loves Taehyung?

Why? Why, with every step he marches forward, makes him stumble two steps backwards? Why does his heart feel like it’s clenching in his chest? Why does it hurt? Why? Just why does love have to be so painful?

*ring ring* Taehyung ignores the first call, flipping his phone aside, focusing on what his brother is talking about with the others in the meeting. *ring ring* Twice. And then thrice. Taehyung rumbles, aggressively receiving the call, “Who the fu— Jimin-ah?”

‘Jungkook’s not home.’ Taehyung pales, his hands shaking, throat bobbing as he gulps the fear down his throat. “Wh-what do you mean he’s not home? Must be in the garden, he loves watching those silly plants grow or maybe—

oh yeah, maybe he’s in the music room, he loves trying that guitar, or maybe—” Jimin hiccups on the call, making the vampire king even more anxious, ‘He’s not home. I searched everywhere. Every nook, every corner. Tae— Tae he’s gone. I don’t know where to find him. What if—

what if something happens to him.. Taehyung?! Are you even listening to me?” Is he? Is he really listening to what Jimin is saying after the first words the human uttered on call? He's scared. Jungkook was right. Taehyung hates how right Jungkook was!!

‘Love makes you weak.’ Taehyung— Taehyung feels weak. Weak without his Angel. “Hyung, carry on with the deal, I-I have to leave.” There's obvious panic in his voice. Everyone in the room gasps, they’ve never, in decades, witnessed the ruthless, fearless king like this.

Seokjin looks at him, a puzzled look clearly visible on his expression, “Where? We’re in the middle of—” “Do you think I fucking care? My love is missing. Jimin can’t fucking find him anywhere in the home. I don’t give two shits about this meeting, I am leaving.”

Namjoon pats his shoulder, “Tae, go. We’ll handle this.” Taehyung nods curtly, already leaving the room, clutching the phone in his hand. “Yoongi, meet me at the Mansion. I am gonna find Jungkook.”

Taehyung’s steps are quick, fast and faltering. A major giveaway of how fucking nervous he is. There is a high possibility that Jungkook might have left the mansion on his own will.

Maybe Taehyung, indeed, scared and overwhelmed him with the burden of love, with the weight of his own emotions. And, with all honesty, he won’t even ask Jungkook to come back. If the Angel left because he wanted to, Taehyung won’t ask him to come back.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶… No. Taehyung will not confine Jungkook. No matter how much he /needs/ the Angel to keep him sane. Jungkook’s freedom, his happiness will come first. Always come first.

Because — Because that’s what love does. Makes you weak, so weak for the one you love that you don’t mind, don’t think twice before doing literally anything and everything for them . Jungkook was right! Love fucking makes you weak.

So, yeah. Taehyung, just like he said, will let Jungkook go. If Jungkook wants him to do so. He just needs to know his angel is safe. Just wants to know no harm touches him and that he’s well protected from any form of danger. Because —

Because Taehyung loves his angel. And Taehyung will do anything for Jungkook. The vampire king discards his coat, throwing it away on the couch of his office room, loosening his tie, hand held out for the device Yoongi is handing him.

“Hob-ah, get the tracker, use the GPS and locate him.” Yoongi looks at him, confused. “What tracker? Taehyung, what's going on?” Jimin asks after a moment of pause, he’s equally confused like Yoongi but more panicked than he’s baffled.

Hobi points out at a few points on the tracking device, Taehyung squints his eyes, rubbing his lips and groans in annoyance, “How accurate and how real-time is the location?” he asks, huffing out a breath and pulling the drawer open.

“Well, you know the tracker is super accurate, you were the one who asked me to get it for him. As for the time,” Hobi pauses, meeting the vampire king’s anxious gaze, “stopped receiving signals almost 45 minutes ago. I think either it was broken or thrown. Taeh, what if he—”

Taehyung growls, slamming his hand on the table, pocketing the gvn he pulled out from the drawer, “NOTHING will happen to him. I promised him I’ll protect him and Kim Taehyung never breaks his promises.”

Jimin tugs at his sleeve, nervous and shaking with fear, “Taehyungie..— what if— what if he doesn't want to be found? What if he doesn’t want to come back?” There’s obvious fear in his voice.

Each word spoken with such perturbed and hesitant manner so as to not offend or throw off and discourage the vampire. “Then.. I let him go.”

And with that, Taehyung is walking out of the room, and then the mansion, stepping on the gas with the tracking device on the dashboard of his car and Hobi beside him trying to calm and embolden him.

mentions of k/idnapping abusive language minor violence and bl0od

⌑⌑⌑ The room is dark. Jungkook squints his eyes, trying to figure out where exactly he might be. Not like it was of any use though. But, he tries nonetheless.

An agonizing groan slips past his throat when he tries moving his hand, only to find himself being bound on the wooden chair with his hands tied on the back. Fear takes over his mind, memories from the past hour fleeting across his eyes.

He vividly remembers sitting in that park by the swing, staring into the abyss. The sky was pitch black, moon nowhere in sight to enlighten it, tiny stars flickered radiating the little amount of shine they could. It felt empty, yet so full. Just like a certain angel’s mind

Clouded, fogged up with thoughts of Taehyung. Only Taehyung. Taehyung, whom he loves. Taehyung, whom he left. A tear rolls off his cheek, breaking the dam of unshed tears that were pooling in his eyes.

He was in his chain of thoughts, drowning in remorse when someone approached him. ‘Are you Jungkook?’ the person has asked him, and Jungkook, least to say, was scared shitless. He knew Taehyung will try to find him, but so soon?

Especially when he clearly said that he won’t be back before the night? Jungkook sighed, tearing his gaze apart from the stranger guy who gave him creepy vibes, but these were the same vibes Taehyung’s guards gave too. Maybe, it is what Mafia shit does to you?!

‘Ah! So the king’s doll is arrogant just like that bastard huh?’ Okay, what? Nobody, absolutely nobody would shit-talk about Taehyung, nobody would call him a doll and Taehyung made sure of it.

The Angel panics, moving away from the stranger with little steps, muttering something under his breath. It all happens too fast, in the spur of a moment, he’s hit by some object on his head, eyes shutting in pain,

a scream leaving his mouth which, the next moment, is covered by a large hand. The last thing he remembers before passing out is the sound of a car door opening, hushed voices and rustling of fallen, dried leaves under his feet.

Jungkook wasn’t supposed to end up here, in this supid, dark room. He was not supposed to get into trouble, of any sorts. He just wanted to escape his own feelings, he just wanted to free Taehyung from the encumber of this sick emotion called love!

How the fuck did he end up here and why!? The door opens with a creak, small beam of light entering from the crack between the now-open door and the corridor. The Angel furrows his brows, eyes squinting yet again to figure out atleast some clue of where the fuck is he right now

“Oh, well. Hello, doll. I mean, Taehyung’s doll.” the voice blooms from near the door, the tone mocking and disgusted.

The Angel gulps hard, struggling to free himself, which earns him a loud, mocking laugh, “tch. tch. Stupid doll, you’re tied. Do you think you’ll be able to escape from here, huh?” “Wh— why am I here? Who are you?” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse, his throat dry.

The man walks towards him, his shoes making clicking sounds, frightening the angel even more than he already is. “You’re Taehyung’s doll, sweetie. I think that’s self-explanatory as to why you are here.”

Jungkook screeches when the man, whom he can’t see properly, tugs at his hair roughly, making the angel face him. “I— I’m not. I’m not with him. I left him. I left him already,” A whimper, a choked sob, then a series of cries is heard between the words he speaks next,

“I—I left him. Are you— are you going to k!ll me now? Do it, you can..—can just k!ll me please.” The man— the one who kidn@pped him— laughs yet again, like a fuckimg lunatic. As if his pain gives him some sick sense of satisfaction.

And then he kneels to the Angel’s height, “Y’see, doll, it’d be so easy if I just did that. Where’s the fun, hm? You must be praying internally,” the man chuckles, smirks, “right? You must be praying for the king to arrive and save you.”

“I said I don’t have anything to do with him. Didn’t you h-hear me? He doesn’t know where I am, he won’t come. I’m not his to protect.” “You’re not his?” Jungkook nods aggressively, sniffling. “I’m not.”

“Hmm.. are you trying to deny the fact that he kissed you right in front of the entire clan, claiming you as his? Do you also deny the fact that he’s been protecting you in those huge walls of his mansion? +

Do you deny that he’s probably searching you like a maniac right now, huh?” the other guy, who now Jungkook has confirmed as a vampire, digs his nails in the Angel’s neck, making Jungkook quiver, a fit of sobs continuously heard from the Angel.

“Ah wait, it’s probably your blood right? Fuck, it smells so fucking enticing, maybe that is why that bastard isn’t letting you go.” There’s absolute mockery laced in his tone, the angel shuts his eyes close, controlling his tears,

“It’s not just your body, wh0res like you are many. It’s probably your blood and he’ll not get it after tonight.” “K!ll me, please. Just.. just end me. I be—” It all happens in the blink of an eye next.

The door breaks open completely, a whirl of wind passing right across Jungkook’s face and the man sitting in front of him now pinned on the wall, grunting in pain. “You dare touch what belongs to the King, you insolent rat?” Jungkook recognises the voice as Yoongi’s.

“H-how di-did you find him?” The man wheezes when Yoongi digs in claws under his skin, eyes flickering scarlet red, ready to k!ll without blinking even once.

His grip on the man loosens then, sensing the presence of another person except him, Jungkook and the man who kidnapped the angel. Taehyung is here. Jungkook muffles the sobs threatening to escape his throat.

Taehyung is here. For him. ‘You’ll protect me right?’ ‘Anytime, anywhere. You don’t even need to ask, Angel.’ 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨..

Taehyung never breaks his promises. He’s here to protect Jungkook. Even if Jungkook left him. Without even reasoning it. There’s a low voice of a whistle, almost like a blissful tune, a petrifying tune.

Taehyung walks towards them, orbs flashing deep, crimson red. Bloodlust and mirth swimming in his eyes, “Si Isuel, we meet again.” The vampire king sings-songs between the whistling. “Such a pleasant tune, isn’t it? Calm, deep, peaceful. The sweet melody of d/eath.”

Jungkook visibly shudders, eyes shut closed tightly. He doesn't want to see what he’s witnessing right now. One look at Taehyung’s eyes and Jungoook knew what was in store for Si Isuel.

He doesn’t want to look at the horrendous situation in front of him, he doesn’t want to witness a whole m//urder right in front of his eyes. He doesn't want to accept that Taehyung will actually k!ll someone for him. He knows Taehyung loves him.

‘It’s absurd. Shuts all your senses.’ Taehyung’s senses are shut, because of the curse called love. He’s thinking of Jungkook. Jungkook. Only Jungkook. Nobody hurts the one Taehyung loves. Taehyung will k!ll and Taehyung will save for Jungkook.

And Jungkook doesn’t want to witness the horrendous de/ath which awaits Isuel. “Yoongi, take him to the car. I think Isuel and I will have a little chat, right?” Yoongi, as soon as he hears the king’s order, is quick to respond with a nod.

In an instant, he unties the knot of the rope that bound the Angel to the chair. Jungkook gets on his feet, takes the hand Yoongi holds out for him and walks a step or two, halting on the third one, turning back.

Eyes filled with tears, desperately waiting for Taehyung to look back at him, his feet stumble with the next step he takes. Taehyung doesn’t look back. He’s dying to, but he doesn’t.

‘Love. Love makes you weak.’ Taehyung knows he’ll become weak with just one glance at the Angel. He doesn’t want to be weak. Si Isuel dared touch /his/ angel and he has to pay the price, suffer the consequences.

So , no. He will not look at Jungkook. He will not fall weak. “C’mon, Kook-ah. Let’s get you to the car.” Yoongi speaks and the next thing Jungkook knows, he’s standing right outside the small barn-like house with Taehyung and Yoongi’s cars lined outside and

Hobi leaning against one of those. He’s seated comfortably in the backseat, head on Hobi’s shoulder, and the vampire’s hand caressing his back assuringly. They stay silent, letting the sound of the night take over their senses.

Taehyung joins after them a good few minutes, wiping the blood on his hands with a piece of cloth, he enters the car glancing at the backseat, features visibly softening.

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Jungkook shifts in his place, leaning forward, parting his lips to speak, but the vampire king simply passes him a sad smile and gets in the driver’s seat, already starting the car without uttering a single word.

The angel feels his heart breaking. Taehyung is not the one to blame though. He brought this upon himself. So he remains silent. Hobi witnesses the exchange and immediately suggests riding with Yoongi in his car.

Taehyung only replies with a stiff nod and focuses on the dark sky visible through the windscreen of the car. Jungkook is quick on his feet once the car door opens for Hobi to leave, taking a couple of faltered steps as he instantly moves to the front seat of the car.

The ride back home reminded him of the night Jungkook crushed the tiny bit of hope Taehyung had for them. Silent. Eerily silent. Deafeningly silent. Suffocatingly silent.

The silence follows them at Taehyung’s home, when they’re back in the same room, when everybody leaves after checking up on Jungkook.

The silence screams in their minds when Jungkook, once again, is tucked into the bed after Taehyung cleans his wounds, blinking away his tears back.

The silence yet again lingers when Jungkook purses his lips in a thin line when Taehyung caresses his wounds and presses soft, loving kisses on them as if his kisses will heal the scars.

‘I want you to remember only my lips on you, the next time you see your scars.’ ‘And I will, my king.’ “W-what happened to him?” Jungkook, after gathering all his courage, speaks, breaking the silence which was now putting him in a chokehold.

Taehyung sighs, releases a deep huff of breath and pushes the Angel’s hair that sticks on his forehead, planting a lingering peck on the skin, “You don’t need to know, Angel. And don’t ever scare me like that, hm?” “Why?” “Why what?”

“Why are you still so nice to me? I left you. I tried to leave you and you found me, saved me and now you’re doing it again.” Jungkook pauses, hands curling into fists as he bites back a sob.

Taehyung chuckles humorlessly, “Because I’m kind, and that’s the only acceptable answer, Angel. Now sleep, you’ve had a rough day.” Jungkook is.. dumbfounded. The nonchalance dripping with each word is mocking him in a deeper way than Isuel’s words.

How can Taehyung just save him when /he/ left the vampire? And even after that, how could he just.. name it as kindness? Bullshit! Nobody is kind enough to do what Taehyung did for him.

Jungkook knows it’s not kindness, it’s love. It’s that emotion which he doesn’t want to acknowledge. How could he when love took everything from him, leaving him with absolutely nothing. Leaving him hollow, empty.

He doesn’t voice it out. Doesn’t speak, doesn’t retaliate any further. And Taehyung takes his silence as the answer he wanted to believe in. The vampire kisses his forehead once again, and then he’s leaving the bed, walking towards the door, closing it behind him.

Silence starts engulfing him once again, his breath getting heavier as tears brim his eyes. Jungkook feels his ribcage constricting, heart almost squeezing in his chest as he chokes on his first weep.

He sits on the bed, teary eyes now fixed on the door, Taehyung just shut on his face, another sob breaks from his throat, “I— I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry Tae. You don’t— You don’t deserve this pain. I’m sorry.” He wails, whimpers on the bed, hands hugging his own body,

he curls on the bed, body shaking and trembling with every loud cry he lets out.

Taehyung doesn’t hear him after he shuts the door, already in his office where he sits on the couch, eyes closed as he sips on the Cabernet Sauvignon from his large wine glass, his fingers tightly curled around the stem.

‘I can stay here? I don't have to go there back?’ The vampire winces at the memory, lips twitching in an unpleasant manner. ‘Y-yours. I'm yours, my k-king.’ ‘Can I kiss you, my king?’ A pained smile then tugs at his lips, the words now leaving a bitter after-taste.

‘I don’t want you to remember the reason behind your scars, all you should feel, remember and reminisce is my lips on you.’ ‘And I will, my king.’ ‘Does loving him count?’

‘Love.. is an illusion. A dream. A perception. A mirage we create in our own minds to name the absurdity we practise. —’ His grip on the neck of the wine gals tightens, a crack starts appearing, travelling towards the rim of the glass.

‘I left you.’ ‘I tried to leave you and you found me, saved me and now you’re doing it again.’ ‘I tried to leave you’ The glass in his hand finally breaks, giving up on the last thread of strength it had, the liquid spills and Taehyung just lets it fall on the ground.

His lips wobble, body shaking as he lets the words sink in. ‘I tried to leave you’ ‘I left you.’

“J-jungkook.. Angel..— why..” and then he breaks down, knees hitting the ground, face buried in his hands, he sobs. sobs and sobs, loudly, painfully. Jungkook tried to leave him. “M-maybe I-I failed to give you a reason to stay, A-angel.”

There’s faint knocks on the door, which goes unheard by the vampire. Too drowned in his own sorrow, he sobs, cries every emotion he bottled up until now.

His voice gives up after a while, throat running dry, hands wounded with the broken glass that pierced through his skin when it broke. Taehyung sniffles, wiping his tears from his face, picking up the shards, hissing when another broken piece pricks his finger.

He collects the remnants in his palm, breathing out a humourless chuckle, “Ah right, maybe this is how my frosted heart looks inside.” He sighs, discarding the pieces in the bin, his eyes feel heavy, mind fogged up with nothing else than the thoughts of the Angel who left him.

“Did you really think you deserve love?” Taehyung’s standing in front of the mirror above the sink, his eyes are brimmed red, face flushed and eyelids swollen. He grimaces, pointing out the area in his chest where his heart is,

“You. You piece of utter shit. You have no right to break me. You don’t get to pull my strings.” There’s a loud bang that echoes in the vacant room when the vampire slams his hand over the glass, his fingers curl the fabric of his shirt just above his heart,

“You’re a frozen piece of mass and that is all you will ever be. Kim Taehyung never breaks. I refuse to break because of the mess you created. I refuse to be a fucking marionette because you fell for the Angel.”

He rubs his face in frustration, splashing the cold water against his flushed face and takes a seat on his swivel, brows furrowed as he tries to concentrate and shuffle the papers dispersed on his desk.

The knob of his office room door twists and the large wooden door opens with a creaking sound. The expression he bears goes from stressed to shocked and then forlorn one.

Because right in front of him, stands his Angel— his Angel who wanted to leave him. Who, in fact, did leave him. “Jungkook? Do you need something?” Jungkook.

The angel grimaces as he savors the bitter after-taste his own name sounds when it rolls off from Taehyung’s lips. He’s no longer baby. He’s not Taehyung’s angel. He’s Jungkook. And well, he might just be on the verge of becoming a /doll/ again. Back to square one.

With a palpitating heart in his chest, the Angel steps inside the room, each step taken with hesitation and fear. He doesn’t know why he is here, Taehyung had tucked him in the bed to sleep. But he just couldn’t.

Because he saw, even though his own eyes were brimming with tears, he saw the heartbreak in the vampire’s eyes. He saw the longing, the fear— the weakness. He saw Taehyung weak, and it was because of him. He saw everything in Taehyung’s eyes which he couldn’t stand seeing.

Everything he once felt. Everything he once went through. A puppet. He saw Taehyung become a Marionette, his strings being controlled by the illusion— love. The Angel sighs, crouching down to Taehyung’s level, both hands on the vampire’s lap.

Taehyung avoids his eyes, he knows the moment he looks into Jungkook’s eyes, he’ll spill all the feelings he’s been wanting to hide. It hasn’t even been an hour since he said he won’t let his emotions control him, yet here he is, averting his gaze from the Angel,

ignoring how his hands are itching to just hold Jungkook in his arms and never let go. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘩, 𝘰𝘩 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 Need. Taehyung needs Jungkook. Taehyung’s heart needs Jungkook.

He wants to keep Jungkook to himself, only to himself, only for him to cherish, to appreciate, to love. But— he won’t confine Jungkook. Because he promised Jungkook he’ll give him the freedom he deserves. Because he promised himself he’ll do anything Jungkook wants.

Because he loves Jungkook and he’s so fucking weak when it’s about Jungkook. They remain in their position for a while, letting the silence engulf them, wrap the quiescence around their necks like a snake coiling itself, putting them in a chokehold, making it unable to breathe

Jungkook breaks first, a deep sigh escaping his lips, he straightens up only to slide himself over Taehyung’s lap, his legs swinging around the sides. Taehyung startles a bit, ‘Jungk— what.. —”, he pauses when he feels the Angel’s arms looping around his middle and

his head resting in the crook of the vampire’s neck. “I’m sorry.” Taehyung hears a muffled, breaking voice. One which feels more like a vibration thrum over his skin than words being sinking in his ears.

“Why? Because you failed to escape me?” A humorless, mocking chuckle leaves the vampire’s lips, “don’t worry, I won’t—” he gulps, blinking away the tears that start pooling his eyes, “—won’t trap you here.”

Jungkook speaks nothing, he just shifts closer, buries his face, rubbing his nose over Taehyung’s neck as he subtly basks in the vampire’s soothing natural scent.

Taehyung’s arms, with a mind of their own, move and wrap around Jungkook’s waist, but there’s reluctance the moment the vampire touches Jungkook. He retracts his arms immediately, as if burned by touching the Angel. “Hold me, please.”

Jungkook cries, tears stream down his face, leaving a wet trail on his cheeks, and falling on Taehyung’s skin. The vampire immediately snakes his arms around Jungkook’s back, holding him close, tight, safe.

Jungkook gasps, chokes on a sob and tightens his own grip, letting his tears flow and dampen the shirt Taehyung is wearing. “I was scared. I was—” he weeps, inhales a lungful of air, “—I was so scared there, Tae. I thought I—” “You thought you were gonna d!e?”

The angel shakes his head in dismissal, fingers clutching around the fabric of the vampire’s shirt tightly, “I was scared that he’ll let him live. He— I told him to k/ill me. I wanted to. I wanted him to end my life because I—” he pulls apart, lips wobbling,

eyes bloodshot red with fresh tears welling and dripping down his wet lashes, “— I thought I’ll live and you won’t..— be there. That you won’t be there to hold me like this, I thought I’ll have to live without you.”

Taehyung’s eyes are dry, expression blank. Jungkook doesn’t know what kind of reaction he was expecting from the vampire, but this.. was most certainly not the one. He cups the vampire’s cheeks, resting his forehead over Taehyung’s as he sobs and spills his pain out.

‘Will you leave me alone here then?’ The vampire grimaces, a pained expression flashing through his features. “You don’t get to say that.” Taehyung asserts after a few good moments, jaw clenched, eyes void of any emotion.

Jungkook swallows hard, his once sparkly eyes now dimming out, “You don't get to say that. I—I found you because I wanted to make sure you’re safe, and now that I have assured myself, you—” he sniffles, breathing heavily, “you’re free to leave whenever you want.”

“Tae—..” Jungkook whimpers, grinding himself over the vampire’s lap in desperation. Taehyung swats him away, holding the Angel by his arms harshly, “Don’t start this. Don’t do this to me, Jungkook. No. +

You’re so cruel. Why— why do you have to be so cruel. Why Jungkook!? Why can’t you let me be?” The Angel ruts himself harder, hands clutching the vampire’s taut shoulder, “Please, Tae. You— you said I should.. I should remember only your touch on me.

Only you. I want you, Tae. p-please. I don’t want to remember anything except your touch, your hands, your lips on me. Please let me feel you, I /need/ you, please. I’ll leave as soon as we’re done, if you want me to—”

He’s cut off when Taehyung suddenly leans forward, claiming the Angel’s lips and biting on them harshly, swallowing every word Jungkook was about to utter next. His fangs scrape Jungkook’s lips, oozing out bl0od, then he laps his tongue on the drop, wiping it clean.

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 “Fine. For tonight. I’ll take you like you want me to. I’ll make sure you remember me after tonight.”

“Angel.” Jungkook writhes, his voice laced with the highest level of fear dripping in it, “call me Angel. Your Angel. Call me your angel, Tae.. please.” Jungkook knows he’s being selfish right now. That he’s taking advantage of Taehyung’s kindness, his feelings, his.. love.

Guilt washes over him when he lets the realisation sink in his bones that he’s using Taehyung’s love right now. But for once, he wants to be selfish. For once, he wants to be greedy. For once, — for once he wants to feel how it feels to be loved by someone.

Because he knows, the moment Taehyung realises he’s being used, he’ll hate Jungkook. And Jungkook wants Taehyung to hate him. Because Taehyung is kind, and Jungkook has taken more than enough advantage of his kindness already.

Because he doesn’t want Taehyung to break more than he’s now. Because he doesn’t want Taehyung to be weak. Because he can’t see his own history repeat right in front of his eyes and Taehyung falling prey to love. “Angel. My— my Angel.”

A shudder runs down his spine, twisting his stomach in a knot when he hears Taehyung call him /his/. A sense of belonging, a feeling of warmth coursing through his veins. “Yours. Yours, Tae. I’m yours.”

Their lips meet in a painful collision. It feels rough, and pained. Just the perfect flow of their emotions in the way they slot their lips together, tongues hungrily swirling around together, hands desperately roaming over each other’s bodies.

Taehyung lets the warmth Jungkook readiates, seep through his skin, melting the walls that protect his frozen heart. He lets Jungkook take control, lets him have his way. Because— Because love makes you weak. Because he’s weak.

Because love shuts all your senses and makes you crazy for the one you love. He carries Jungkook to their bedroom in no time, eyes bearing vivid emotions.

And the moment they’re in the room, the Angel’s back hits the wall beside the door, their lips clashing against each other recklessly.

They pull apart, gasping and breathing heavily, “Did he— did he touch you?” Taehyung inspects the Angel’s face, his hands heedlessly moving over Jungkook’s body to examine any kind of scar or wound.

“Here.” Jungkook sniffles and tilts his neck, barring it in front of the vampire. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 Taehyung growls, latching his lips immediately over the claw marks that tainted the Angels’ neck.

Jungkook whimpers, hands fisting the vampire’s hair, as he rolls his hips and ruts against Taehyung. “Do you have any fucking idea how scared I was? What if something would’ve happened to you, huh?”

Taehyung rumbles over his skin, lips sucking and teeth digging every inch of Jungkook’s neck, hands hastily discarding his and Jungkook’s clothes. Jungkook’s unfiltered moans fill the room, he cries again sensing the concern and fright in Taehyung’s voice,

“You— why do you care so much? Why do you keep doing this? I left you, Tae. I left you with no explanation, no reas—” “Shut up! You don’t need to remind me that a monster like me couldn’t make you stay. Are you only trying to rub it on my face how fucking pathetic I am, huh?”

The Angel trembles, guiding Taehyung’s mouth to his exposed chest, “My scars, want— want to feel only your touch over my scars, only your lips, only you. please.”

Captive. /// ‘You’re nothing but a mere slave, nothing but a toy for me to please myself and keep my needs satisfied, you dumb Angel.’/// Stupid. /// ‘I cannot believe Angels are so stupid, Kookie. You’re so stupid, pfft.///

Pathetic. ///‘Oh, darling.. Look at you, so helpless, so. fucking. pathetic.’///

Absurd. ‘It’s Absurd. Like a butterfly flapping its wings moving towards the direction of a hurricane. Like a moth petrifyingly flying towards a flame.’

Crazy. ‘Makes you crazy. Crazy for the one you love.’

A tinge of silver ray flashes in Jungkook’s eyes when he’s brought back to reality from his trance. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯' 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Taehyung’s thrusting his lubed finger into, grunting over his skin, while he pushes his long fingers in and out of the Angel’s pucker. And when Taehyung finally takes him, enters him with the zenith amount of precaution, Jungkook refuses to look into the vampire’s eyes.

Because Taehyung’s eyes aren’t hooded with lust, they’re brimmed with tears. Tears which are the telltale of his love. Tears which prove how vulnerable Taehyung has become. How Jungkook has become his need, his sweetest addiction, his utmost want.

Jungkook avoids his eyes because he knows he’ll end up speaking his heart out in front of the vampire. So he never looks at him. Not even when Taehyung harshly grabs his face and makes him match his gaze, he refuses to do so.

Because the look in Taehyung’s eyes expressed the pain love is giving him. When he spills his load inside the Angel’s spent hole, he doesn’t cuddle him like everytime. Instead, he watches from a distance how Jungkook has already started to drift off to sleep out of tiredness.

Jungkook finally meets his eyes, hand reaching out to rest over the vampire’s face. Taehyung feels like his heart might just jump out of his chest. He lets himself burn with the warmth Jungkook provides him with.

“I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly. I—” Jungkook mumbles with trembling lips. Every inch in Taehyung’s body is screaming, begging, pleading Jungkook to stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault I fucking fell in love with you, Angel.”

“You—” “Yeah, I love you.” His confession is followed by a scoff, as if he’s mocking himself for ever feeling and falling.

“Don’t worry, Angel. You don’t have to confine yourself here. You can leave once your wounds are healed and I make sure you’re safe.” Jungkook’s hand falls on the mattress when Taehyung kisses his forehead, one last time, before he leaves the Angel alone on bed and walks away.

✧✧ A blanket of dimly lit stars painted the sky above his head, the brightly shining crescent moon right at the center, outshine the glimmer of all the stars combined.

The ground below reflects a similar glint, different cars and other vehicles passing by, they look small, just like ants. Taehyung watches from the rooftop of his penthouse. Small. Seoul looks small to him. He feels detached. Distracted. Tormented because of his thoughts.

Jungkook’s wounds are healing faster, he’s happy. But he’s also wistful. The faster Jungkook heals, the earlier he leaves. He’ll leave Taehyung. Just like before.

Only this time, Taehyung is already preparing himself for the news to break, for the Angel to come up to him and splash the ice-cold water on his face and wake up from the beautiful dream he’s lived for the past few months.

This time Taehyung knows, he fucking knows Jungkook will leave. And he knows, he’ll let him go. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Taehyung will not confine him, will not bound him, he’ll let Jungkook go.

Because Taehyung is kind, and he loves Jungkook. He tsks, sipping on the whiskey. The taste is sweet at first, honey-like, and then Taehyung hisses when it burns on his tongue, leaving a woody, almost bitter aftertaste.

“tch. I guess if one could taste love, it’d taste like this shit. Sweet at first, then leaves you burning huh.” he scoffs and gulps down the remaining liquid from the glencairn glass.

He pours the golden liquid in the glass again, swirling the glass in his hand, gazing at the way the drink whirls inside, “such idiots they are, who say you make them hazed and lose control. You’re innocent. It’s love that makes us do weird shit. Crazy. Absurd.

Angel’s right y’know”, he chuckles while taking another sip of the whiskey, “he’s always right and I’m so in love with him. My Angel. My Angel Baby…— well, not mine though.. pfft.”

The vampire lays back on the inclined lounge chair, glass of whiskey in one hand while the other forms figures with the constellations of stars spread across the night sky.

“Hmm.. that makes his wings.” his fingers mindlessly moves in the air, body tipsy, mind hazed with the effect of alcohol he’s been instilling in his system. “And — oh! That’s my baby’s eyes. So many stars. All the stars in his eyes.”

His eyes pool with tears then, eyelids closing instantly, blinking them away, “Nah.. Not anymore. Not gonna cry anymore for him. Not gonna cry for love.” Taehyung keeps his eyes closed, basking in the silence of the abyss that surrounds him.

He lets himself dive deep into the thoughts of his life. Before and After he got Jungkook. The door of the rooftop slides and opens with a faint sound, Taehyung keeps his eyes closed. Too un-bothered with whoever is entering the place.

“Tae..?” He feels a low voice right behind his shoulder, a soft press of hand over the muscle. He throws his head back, hand instinctively reaching over and grasping the Angel’s palm, eyes still closed he lets himself dream of /his/ Angel being here with him.

For the real one, he's far— far away. Even though they’re in the same house. “Tae.. Are you listening?” The voice rings in his ear again, the vampire lets out a breathless chuckle.

“Hm? I’m always listening, Angel. Aren’t I? It’s you who keep secrets, it’s you who keep running away, It’s—” he pauses, sighs deeply, shifts closer to the warmth that seeps through his skin, “It’s you who doesn’t hear. Not even in my imagination.

Like now, you’re not here, but you’re asking me if I’m listening. Isn’t it stupid? I listen to you when you don’t even speak.” The warmth intensifies over his shoulder, he feels the grip tightening, and then there’s some weight he feels shifting on his lap.

He doesn’t dare open his eyes— afraid of waking up from his dream. If it’s Jungkook, Taehyung would let him sit on his lap, let his heart spill his feelings, let the Angel’s warmth embrace him, let his love burn him.

The weight shifts closer on his lap, he feels a heart beating soundly over his own chest, the warmth now almost melting him. The glass in his hand is grabbed away, and a pair of arms loop around his neck, he reaches out to grab the Angel’s waist, pulling him close.

Jungkook’s here. With him. Even if it’s just him dreaming about him due to the effect of those six glasses of whiskey he consumed. He’s happy. He’s content. Because well— this is what it’s going to be like when Jungkook /actually/ is gone.

“You’ll be here, right? You won’t leave me like him— My Angel.. You’ll forever be my Angel, right? Mine. I’ll live with you by my side. Just”, his grip tightens, voice breaking, “Just don’t leave me like he’s going to.”

The Angel buries his face in the vampire’s neck, sniffling and clutching onto Taehyung tightly. “Angel.. My angel..— why are you crying? Did I make you sad? I’m sorry, baby. I won’t make you sad I promise. Just— Just stay. Please.” His voice is hoarse, pleading, desperate.

“Tae!! Tae fucking open your eyes, I’m here!” Jungkook cries loudly, shaking the vampire by his shoulder. Taehyung blinks his eyes open, jaw dropping eyes brimming with fresh tears.

He cups Jungkook’s cheek with one hand, pulling his face close, their foreheads now touching. “I’m dreaming about you with open eyes too now. What have you done to me Angel.. What has love done to me?”

Jungkook’s had enough. He cups Taehyung’s cheeks harshly, smashing his lips against the vampire’s, letting himself melt in the kiss. Taehyung kisses him back with fervor, desperation.

There’s want, dire need that sinks in the deepest crevices of his bones when Taehyung’s grip on his back tightens, the vampire holds him for dear life, other hand on Jungkook’s nape making it impossible for the Angel to back away or move even a little.

“I’m here, Tae. It’s me. Look at me, please.” The Angel pulls apart, his hand in the vampire’s hair, tears streaming down his face, forehead pressed against Taehyung’s.

Taehyung doesn’t think twice before he lurches forward wordlessly, capturing the Angel’s lips again, shutting him up. The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s rushed. It’s desperate and reckless.

Taehyung keeps kneading the Angel’s waist while Jungkook tugs at the vampire’s hair, kissing him back with just as much passion as Taehyung. “You— you’re here? You’re here with me, right?” Taehyung’s voice is hoarse, his throat dry, breathing uneven.

His hands are now wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, head buried over the Angel’s chest, right over his heart. He lets himself feel the heartbeats, lets himself live the lie that for once— for once, Jungkook’s heart is beating for Taehyung.

“I’m here. Look at me, why won’t you look at me?” Jungkook sobs over his head, lips wobbling and voice breaking.

Taehyung refuses to look over, hands desperately clutching the angel’s shirt, “Don’t wanna wake up. Don’t wanna see you not being here. Don’t— don’t want you to be an /illusion/. Be here, like this. P-please, Angel. Please. +

You can have your freedom, just— just let me have my dream.” “Tae— please. I’m here. Your angel’s here. ‘S not a dream. I’m here, really.” “You’re here?”

Jungkook nods frantically, hands caressing Taehyung’s tresses, lips being pressed over the crown of the vampire’s head, “I’m here. Will you look at me, please?” Taehyung retracts his face from the soft fabric of Jungkook’s shirt, and looks up, meeting the angel’s eyes.

Jungkook gasps, immediately leaning and kissing Taehyung’s bloodshot red eyes, making the vampire break into a fit of sobs and needy cries.

“What are you doing to yourself? Why, Tae? Why are you doing this to yourself? Did I not tell you— love— love takes, it only takes. It—” He wipes Taehyung’s face with the sleeve of his shirt, planting soft kisses over the vampire king’s face,

“— only knows how to take. Look, love took you away from yourself.” “Not true. ‘s not true, Angel. Love— it gave me so much. It gave me you. You— even though you’re not mine, I have your memories, I’ll live with them forever just— just tell me just one thing.”

Taehyung plants a lingering kiss over Jungkook’s forehead, his grip on the angel’s waist has loosened already. Jungkook bites his lips, preventing them from trembling, “w-what— what do you want me to tell you?” “Why do you want to leave?”

The angel’s lips break into a sad, thin-lipped smile, he breaks away from the vampire’s grip, moving backwards on his feet, “Because you— you’re kind, Tae.”

‘Because you're kind. And that's the only acceptable answer.’ Taehyung winces, Jungkook pecks his lips, wiping away the forlorn expression. “You’re kind, you’re so kind, so loving. you — you love me. And—” The angel pauses, eyes brimming with fresh tears, lip trembling.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 Taehyung sucks in a deep breath, waiting patiently, “And?” he gulps, looking at Jungkook like a kicked puppy.

“And I-I love you. I love you so much. The flame— the flame burned the moth, Tae.” He lets his fingers unbutton the shirt, “The hurricane swallowed the butterfly. I fell in love with you, deeply. I don’t know how to stop loving you, I-I fucking love you. So much.”

“Y-you what?” yeah, it’s definitely a dream. No way did Jungkook, his Angel, just say he loves Taehyung. Hah! His dreams are getting wilder, his imagination’s going higher and higher in the sky. “I love you. I-I fucking fell in love with you, Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung wants to scream. Wants the whole Seoul, the whole Korea, the whole fucking world to hear that Jungkook, loves him.

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? (𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶) His stomach twists into a knot, throat running dry, eyes pleading the Angel. Stay. Stay. Stay.

Vulnerability swims in his eyes in the tears that pool in his eyes. He has so much to say, so much to show, so much love to give. But Jungkook’s leaving, and Taehyung won’t confine him. “Then.. why?”

The shirt falls on the floor, a gasp escapes his lips when the cold air flowing through Seoul hits his bare body, and then he’s turning around. Taehyung hisses when his eyes meet the sight of those large scars where once Jungkook’s flawless wings evidently stood proud.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 “Y’see this?” The angel points on his back. Taehyung does. His eyes are glued. Those scars make it impossible for him to tear his gaze apart from them.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 “Love did this.” ‘You'll tell me about it, right?’ ‘I will. Everything. I'll tell you everything. Some day’ ‘We don’t always get what we want, my king.’

‘Somewhere away. Wanna go somewhere far away.’ ‘Call me Angel, please. Feels good— feels so good when you say it.’ ‘Will you leave me alone here then?’ ‘You’ll protect me, right?’ ‘Anytime, anywhere. You don’t need to ask, Angel.’

Jungkook sniffles, wiping his tears hastily, “love did this. Took everything from me. Left me hollow. Empty. Love only knows how to take.”

“No. Love doesn’t only know how to take. It gives. So much. So much happiness, so much comfort, so many reasons to continue going in this pathetic life.” The vampire moves forward, pulling the angel closer to him again.

He presses his own body close to the angel’s, seeking all the warmth Jungkook radiates, “love knows how to give, Angel. Allow love to give you. Allow yourself to love. You wouldn’t know until you let yourself believe.” “How? How could I? It’s not easy, Tae, is it?”

“It’s not. Loving is not easy, it’s not a path with roses spread across, it’s thorny, it’s rough. But it’s worth it. It’s not easy , I—” “Then how was it so easy with him?”

Taehyung feels a lump building up in his throat, clogging it up, making him unable to breathe. Him. There was a /him/. Him. Who broke Jungkook. Him, who made Jungkook believe that there’s nothing called love.

Him, who made the Angel believe that love is an illusion. Him, who took everything Jungkook had and left him hollow. It’s not love that Jungkook has to blame. It’s /him/ “Him?” The vampire asks, feeling his throat closing up..

Jungkook nods, lips trembling, “Him. He— it was so easy with him. Falling in love, believing in love. He—he made it so easy. It’s not— why is it not easy for us?”

“You wouldn’t know unless you let yourself feel it, Angel. Give yoursel—” Taehyung pauses when he feels Jungkook quivering in his arms, his entire body shaking, lips wobbling over the vampire’s cold skin.

“Angel.. Look at me, will you?” He cups the Angel’s cheeks, wiping those salty tears with his thumbs. Jungkook sniffles, eyes bloodshot red, he clings onto Taehyung for dear life, “I want to tell you. Everything.” “You don’t need to.”

The Angel shakes his head in dismissal, “I want to. Please.” Taehyung nods, going back to the chair with Jungkook in his arms. He covers the Angel’s frame with the spare duvet that was kept neatly right beside the chair, on the side-table.

Jungkook visibly melts in his embrace, shifting closer to the vampire, his head over Taehyung’s chest as if trying to listen, feel the vampire’s frosted heart. “Youngjae—.. His name.. My- the one I—” Jungkook trails off, titling his head and looking at the rueful expression

Taehyung bears, he nibbles his bottom lip, wraps his arms around the vampire’s torso and continues, “—the one who took everything from me. The one who broke me, he—” the Angel sniffles again, Taehyung cards his fingers through the blonde tresses, pecking Jungkook’s head.

“He destroyed me, Tae. Made me incapable of believing in love, unable to feel anything but fear, grief—” Taehyung rubs his Angel’s back, Jungkook feels his heart constricting in his ribcage as events and memories from his past come flashing through his mind.

The vampire nudges him lightly, followed by feather-light kisses of reassurance and hope being pressed against the Angel’s skin, “You don’t have to continue, baby. We can just—”

“Please, Tae. I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I-I want you to know everything. I want you to know that your love, you— you deserve someone better than me, for I don’t know if I will ever be able to return the love you give. ++

I don’t have anything in return for you. I—I’m just—..” “You’re You. And that, is more than enough for me. You are my Angel, my love. I don’t want anything in return, I don’t expect anything in return but you. You— you said you love me, Angel. ++

And I don’t think I will ever need anything except that.” Taehyung’s grip around the Angel’s waist tightens, his nose rubbing over the bare skin of Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook shakes his head again, sighing deeply and passing a somber smile to the vampire, “Love. it’s not enough, Tae. I love you, but I don’t know how to show you I love you. I don’t even know if I deserve to feel this way. You— you’re everything perfect. ++

And me, I’m just a broken soul, a Fallen Angel, an Outcast. I was thrown out of Heaven, my own home, what makes you think I won't be thrown out of your life too?” “I’d never—” “I know, and that is what scares me. You are everything I once was. A fool in love.”

Taehyung lets out a defeated sigh, he knows it’s not possible for him at the moment to convince the Angel. He knows Jungkook is scared. Terrified.

As much as he hates that he cannot do anything in his power to make /his/ love believe in them, he knows Jungkook’s fear, his insecurities, and hesitance— it’s all valid. It wasn’t their fault. Neither of them are to be blamed. None.

Except their fucked up fate. And him. Youngjae. Taehyung’s seething from the inside, just the name of that person makes him want to break hell loose. But when it’s about Jungkook, he’d control every emotion, every action.

“I.. I came here, on earth, years back. Four.. or maybe five, I don’t remember exactly. It was new for me. I was curious, always have been,” the Angel begins, letting out a humorless scoff, wrapping his hands over Taehyung’s,

“I somehow convinced the Archangel, Sanwook Hyung, who’s the gatekeeper in heaven to open the gates for me. He’s always been fond of me, tried to stop me but gave in to my pleas at the end.”

Taehyung nods in acknowledgement, gesturing him to continue, “I didn’t know how humans, or how this entire realm works. It’s different up there, y’know”, he points out at the sky over their heads,

“this realm, earth, it’s full of.. People here don’t— they—.. They’re—”, Jungkook hiccups. “Greedy assholes and inconsiderate scumbags.” Taehyung completes for him.

The Angel nods slightly, Taehyung pushes his weight back, resting his back on the soft cushion over the chair with Jungkook securely wrapped in his arms, “I was excited when I came here, I thought I’ll learn something new,

experience the beauty of human life but I was clueless about how things work here.” “Sanwook hyung told me to stay closer to the Angels sent on earth, I found a couple of them, but they were not with me all the time.

I wanted to— to explore on my own, so I kept sneaking out and going places. They taught me to control when and when not to reveal my wings, my halo, my powers. It was going well, I wanted to just gain a new experience and leave but—”

Jungkook halts, his face morphing into a forlorn expression, lips trembling, hands shaky, his grips Taehyung’s arm tighter on his own waist. Taehyung presses his lips over the exposed back, “Angel.. You can stop. You don’t need to continue, I—” “Let me.”

The vampire looks wary, almost like he doesn't want to hear it. Too scared that he might just get to hear, Jungkook might just have experienced something that has been his worst nightmare. Nightmare — A disturbing, fretful dream.

But Jungkook’s reality has been far, far more terrifying. Taehyung holds his breath while Jungkook reveals his past. Right from how he came on earth, to how Youngjae found him.

— — Their first encounter was pretty much conventional, Jungkook was seated near the lake, admiring the swans — the grace of which reminded him of his home. “Hey, are you an Angel?”

Jungkook hurriedly gets up from his place hearing those words, “N-no, excuse me. My brother is looking for me.” “Oh! I’m sorry if I startled you. Just that— I have never witnessed such ethereal beauty before. Not in Busan atleast.” The other man has said and

Jungkook may just have blushed a bit. He’s just getting accustomed to the human ways of exchanging pleasantries. And /this/ was a first for him.

At first, he really thought he’s either glowing or has his halo surrounding him— which he made sure to control very well so he won't scare off the humans. But the man’s words had an effect on him. An effect Jungkook had never felt before.

This was the first time he ever heard a human /compliment/ him and this was the very first time he felt heat creeping on his cheeks, dusting them light pink.

“I-I’m not from here. Excuse me.” Jungkook makes an attempt to move away but an arm tugs at the sleeve of the soft-blue sweater he’s wearing.

He turns around and meets the stranger’s soft eyes, his eyes are brown. Chocolate brown. They're sharp, pointed but there’s a soft look in those orbs. His smile is soft too. And it’s /captivating/. The type that made Jungkook’s lips curl upwards too.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stop you like this but—” “But?” The Angel looks at the stranger with wide, hesitant eyes. “But.. uh.. Do you come here often? I’d like to know more about you. I’m not a creep I swear. It’s just— you— you’re beautiful and ++

I.. my heart skipped a beat whenI saw you.” The light pink shade coating Jungkook’s cheeks is turning darker with the stranger’s words, now travelling to his ears which he attempts to hide by scratching his nape.

This was new. Completely new for him. And he had no idea how to respond, because the human is clearly /flirting/ as they call it in this realm.

Jungkook gestures towards their hands and the stranger immediately retracts his hand, smiling sheepishly, reflecting almost similar blush just as the Angel. “I’m sorry. You should keep going, your brother’s waiting for you, right?”

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook shyly replies, turning his back to the stranger, “I’m Jungkook, by the way. And I do come here often.”

He has said and almost ran off with quick steps, smiling widely when the stranger shouts and replies, “I’m Youngjae, I’ll wait for you by the lake everyday, beautiful.”

‘Youngjae.’ The name rolls off the Angel’s lips when he reaches home, burying his face on the pillow as he remembers how furiously he was blushing in front of the now-not-so-stranger but definitely-strange stranger. /Youngjae./

— — Just like he said, Youngjae did, infact, come by the lake everyday. Jungkook watches him from afar. Too shy and hesitant to go near and get caught.

It intrigues Jungkook, why a stranger would come to the park, literally everyday, look around with anticipative eyes and then leave after some time with an almost disappointed look on his face.

This happened for a couple of weeks, Jungkook would just steal a few, shy glances and hide quickly behind the bush whenever he’d feel Youngjae even turn around by an inch in his place. Until one particular day.

Jungkook’s sitting by the large bush which stands proudly to the left of the bench near the lake where Youngjae sits everyday. He’s looking around hopefully, maybe to steal another glance, maybe to gather enough courage to walk up to him and talk?

Possibilities of the latter can be higher, considering the fact that he took his precious time rummaging through his closet and picked up an off-white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, he even chooses to pair it with a green cardigan which almost drowns him in.

He’s waiting for Youngjae to arrive. He’s probably late today because by this time he’s always here. Jungkook, very honestly, has no idea why in the world is he so excited, ecstatic even to meet him.

Is this merely because of the fact that he barely has human friends and Youngjae is the first person who had approached him, willingly. On his own?

That may just be the possibility but he has no explanation as to why his heart is thumping loudly and why are his cheeks pink as a rose petal at the thought of Youngjae calling him /beautiful/. Whatever it is, Jungkook is intrigued.

He’s here to experience and learn new things anyway. He waits, and waits. Patiently so. Looking over the bench, then around the lake, and the park only to slump on the same bench in defeat when after almost an hour he finds no trace of Youngjae.

Jungkook’s about to leave the place when an arm suddenly wraps around his bicep. He yelps, turning around, his eyes shutting close as his chest bumps with the other persons. “Hey, beautiful. Were you waiting for me, hm?”

The angel knows the voice. He’s only heard it once but well, blame it on his angelic abilities that he very clearly recognises the owner of the voice. “H-hi..” He stutters, eyes still closed.

“Won’t you look at me? I suppose that’s why you are here in the first place?” A soft finger brushes the strand of hair that falls on the Angel’s eyes, a chuckle is heard and Jungkook purses his lips, opening his eyes slowly.

A low gasp flees past his lips, his throat bobs when he watches Youngjae up close. Their faces are close. Too close for two almost-strangers on their second meeting. Youngjae, to Jungkook, is handsome. He’s got no other word to describe the other man.

Tall, honey tanned skin, dark brown locks, sharp brown eyes, plump lips and a well-defined chiseled jaw. A delightful sight. A /sinful/ sight.

Jungkook quickly retracts himself as the cool breeze of winter makes him feel even more hotter when it gets mixed with Youngjae’s faint cologne.

“Who told you I was here for you. I-I was just here for my own.” Jungkook retaliates, quickly averting his gaze from Youngjae’s neck when he throws his head back and laughs at the Angel’s silly excuse. “Everyday?” “Huh?”

“You come here everyday, beautiful. —” He shakes his head when Jungkook opens his mouth to answer, “Don’t you think I didn't notice you hiding behind that,” he points towards the Sumac tree, “— that tree. I see you everyday.

Was just waiting for you to break that wall of hesitance and open up.” Jungkook smiles at his words, pursing his lips trying to control his wide grin.

He feels something weird in his insides, his heart beating rapidly, stomach twisting in knots when Youngjae calmly lifts his hand, brings it to his lips and places a soft peck at the back of Jungkook’s palm.

“Hi, beautiful.” Youngjae whispers, his lips touching the skin of Jungkook’s hand. The Angel doesn’t pull back his hand, feeling almost numb, his eyes fixed on the spot where Youngjae's lips and his hand are in contact.

“You’re wearing green. If only you could see from my eyes how extraordinarily charming you look right now.” “You— you’re flirting?” Jungkook dares ask, though he’s fully aware by now that Youngjae is, in fact, flirting.

Youngjae smiles, and then winks at him, Jungkook ducks his head lower, avoiding meeting his eyes. “Yeah. I-I actually wanted to come up to you and talk. Green. It symbolises new beginnings. +

So it— it can be a new beginning of a .. friendship? for us?” The Angel asks with hopeful eyes. “How about we celebrate our /new beginning/ with a cup of coffee then? What do you say, beautiful?”

Jungkook, too drunk and dazed with the aura Youngjae radiates, only nods in response letting the other man take the lead. /New beginning/

- - A charmer. Jungkook thinks. Youngjae is a charmer. Else, why would he agree to one then second and then endless coffee dates when as an Angel he /knows/ he has to go back. Leave earth and go to his home once his stay is over.

Else, why would he kiss Youngjae on the cheeks on their umpteenth coffee date and then squeal like a teenager.

He’s definitely a charmer or why the hell would Jungkook, willingly, reveal his majestic, white wings in front of Youngjae. Why would he trust him so easily? Why would he give his heart to Youngjae so easily?

— “Oh my! Kookie’s that’s—” Youngjae gasps when Jungkook turns around, his upper body naked when they’re at Youngjae’s place. Jungkook, with shaky hands and a fast beating heart, has undone his shirt, exposing his smooth, pale skin as he flexes his back.

His elegant, large wings unfold with a loud gush of wind and Youngjae, with wide pupil blown eyes that shine as if reflecting diamonds, watches in awe. “I-I’m an Angel.” Jungkook speaks in a low voice, nipping on his bottom lip nervously.

Youngjae, awestruck with the beauty and Jungkook’s identity, simply turns him around, hands looping around the Angel’s nape, “I was right when I first saw you. Angel. My beautiful Angel.”

Their lips are closing, breathes fanning over, hearts jumping and leaping, doing somersaults in their chests. “Can I— can I kiss you, Beautiful?” Youngjae asks, licking his lips, eyes fixed on Jungkook’s soft, pink ones.

Jungkook hesitates for a split moment, and then his hands find home in Youngjae’s hair, their lips meet for the first time ever. Youngjae has been Jungkook’s first kiss. Many of his firsts. His first kiss. His first crush. His first time. His first thrill.

He’s fully aware that what he’s doing might be wrong on moral grounds. He knows when the time comes he’ll have to fight against the heavens to stay with Youngjae. And he will. Stay. Because, Youngjae.. is his first love. His only love.

— “Kookie.. What are you thinking about?” Youngjae whispers in the Angel's ears. Jungkook pauses momentarily, leaning back on Youngjae’s naked chest, “I’m just—..” he starts, unsure of how to address it without offending the other. “Hm? What’s going on? You look upset.”

“I miss my home sometimes. And I— what we’re doing.. I don’t..” Jungkook breathes heavily, almost forgetting how to speak because Youngjae’s kneading his bare waist, sucking on his exposed skin from the back.

“Youn—Youngjae..” The angel moans, rubbing himself back on the other’s erection. “Who kept you safe from troubles all this time, sweetheart?” Youngjae asks, gnawing his teeth over Jungkook’s earlobe. Jungkook pants, calming his breathing, “You.”

“Who’s teaching you human ways and how to survive here?” “You.” “Hm.. who’s the one who makes you happy?” “You.. You make me happy, Youngjae.”

“Who do you belong to?” “You—ahh!” A lewd moan escapes his lips when Youngjae pinches and twirls his perked up nubs between his fingers. Youngjae smirks, latching his mouth on the Angel’s shoulders, “Who owns you, beautiful?” “You. You do.”

“Who am I?” “Youn— Master. My— my master.”

Youngjae tilts the Angel’s neck, their lips meeting in a sloppy kiss, “that’s all you need to remember, beautiful. Nothing else. This is your home. This is where you will live. ++

It’s you and me against those who’d ever try to take you away from me,” Jungkook whimpers in his hold, tears pooling his eyes. “Now, lay on your back. Sleep if you want. Master wants to fuck that pretty hole of yours.” Jungkook complies, every damn time.

With no questions asked. With no explanations demanded. He does. He complies wordlessly. He lets Youngjae fuck him. Anytime he wants. Because Jungkook.. is in love. And only fools fall in love.

tw // mentions of implied forced and non-consensual sex abusive language and behaviour mentions of slight violence

— “Why are you being so clingy, Kookie?” Jungkook bites his nails before clasping his arms around Youngjae’s torso, “I— need to tell you something.” He murmurs over the latter’s skin. Youngjae chuckles, turning around and pushes the Angel against the wall, “What is it?”

“I — I love you. Kookie loves you.” A mocking laugh rings in his ears, blending with the silent cries of his heart. Jungkook feel his steps faltering with the disgust that paints over Youngjae’s face. “Love? Are you fucking crazy? There’s nothing called love, kookie.”

“But— but we love each other, we— we stay together. We kiss and we live as one soul, M-master.” “You’re so fucking naive, so stupid.”, Youngjae snickers, his lips twitching in a dark smirk, “All you are a slave to me, do you get it?

I gave you shelter and you dare take my kindness for this shit called love? This is how you pay me back, you insolent bitch!” Jungkook quivers, eyes shutting close tightly, he waits for the hand Youngjae raised to hit his face.

It never does though. Instead, Youngjae cups his cheeks, Jungkook thinks this might be an act. Maybe Youngjae wanted to test him? Scare him?

His world crumbles when Youngjae opens his mouth next, “You’re nothing but a mere slave, nothing but a toy for me to please myself and keep my needs satisfied, you dumb Angel.”

The last thing Jungkook remembers before passing out that night is his own silent cries, muffled by the pillow his face is squished in while Youngjae satiates his own desires.

— “What did I tell you? Loud and clear. Repeat what I told you!” Jungkook flinches, his knees scraped off, eyes spilling endless tears. It happens a few days after he confessed his love for Youngjae. Jungkook, for the first time, has defied Youngjae’s command.

He reaches out to release his hair from Youngjae’s grip, sobbing when he only tugs it harder, “M-master , please. Let me — let me go please. It—it hurts.” he writhes and pleads clasping his hands together.

“You inane Angel, I said, fucking repeat what I told you that night!” Youngjae screams, his voice echoes in the empty hallway and Jungkook only cowers, his legs wobbling on the ground.

“I-I should and I will nev—never say no to m-master. Master can— can fuck Kookie anytime he wants.” The Angel falls on the ground with a loud thud, now muffling his sobs when he feels his limbs being locked up with a strong metal chain. “Good.”

— The room’s dark, not even a ray of light able to enter the tightly shut windows of the chamber. “Youngj—Master please. It’s dark here. I— I feel scared.” “Such is life, beautiful. It’s dark. Unpleasant.”

“Please— I want to go home.” “I’m afraid that’s not possible anymore.” he scoffs, feeding the Angel with his own hands forcefully, “Oh, darling.. Look at you, so helpless, so. fucking. Pathetic.”

end of tw//

— — “Angel.. I— I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you.. Why did you not tell me before? I-I’m gonna find that bastard and he will pay for what he did. I won’t let him get away with it, I swear.” Taehyung’s voice is hoarse, eyes red, mind hazed with anger towards Youngjae

and somber for the Angel who’s weeping in his arms. Jungkook looks at him with wobbly lips, his hands shakily cups Taehyung's face, he rests his forehead over the vampire’s, crying his heart out.

“You—you can’t. Nobody can.” The Angel passes a defeated, tired smile. “Why..” “When Sanwook hyung and the higher ups found out about— about me.. I-I was exiled from heaven for commiting a grave sin. Nobody—” He chokes on a sob,

clutching the area of his chest where his heart is, “— nobody gave me a second chance, Tae. They—.. My w-wings.. My rank.. My identity.. They left me with nothing. They’re cruel, Tae. They took away everything from me.”

Taehyung, though his whole body is shaking while he tries to control his own sobs, embraces the Angel. As if assuring him, reassuring him, that he’s here.

That he’ll listen. That he’ll give the Angel as many chances as he wants. That he— that he loves Jungkook and he will do anything for Jungkook.

Jungkook sniffles, wiping his face and resting his cheeks over the vampire's shaky shoulders, “My wings were torn and burned in front of my eyes. I was exiled from Heaven. Thrown back into the earth again. With no powers, no name, no identity."

"A hollow outcast who has nothing to his name. This is me, Jeon Jungkook.” “What about him.. Youngjae— what happened to him?” Taehyung asks with a hoarse voice and cautious tone.

Jungkook looks at him, his face bearing an unreadable expression. “It’d be funny if I told you.” “Told what?” “I lost my home, while he— he was sent back to his, untouched, untainted.”

Taehyung looks at him with a baffled expression, unable to understand the implication behind the Angel’s words.

“What do you mean, Angel?” 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯 “Youngjae was an incubus.”

Taehyung pales at his words, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps hard, “Incubus? As in— a real incubus?” Jungkook nods, nipping on his bottom lip. “So wha— what happened to him then?”

“Sanwook hyung met me one last time before I was thrown out of my home, he,” The Angel shuts his eyes close, grimacing at the memories, “he told me Youngjae was thrown in hellfire for he targeted an Angel.”

A humorless chuckle followed by a sniffle is then heard, “Funny, isn’t it? He’ll be reincarnated as the same entity he was before while I’m here—”, he pauses, eyes pooling with hurt and despair, “in a way I deserved it. I committed a sin after all. ++

Not only did I cross the gates of heaven just for the sake of my own curiosity and thrill, I also.. fell in love,” He sniffles, shoulders slumping in defeat, “that too with a fucking demon.” He passes a pained smile to the vampire, “Guess curiosity did kill the cat.”

The Angel winces every time a memory would flash across his eyes, “You’re not the one to be blamed here, baby. You were innocent, you didn’t know how fucking cruel the world is. It’s not— it’s not your fault. You’re precious, with or without wings. ++

Your rank doesn’t define you, baby. Angel.. You’re my Angel. You’ll always be my angel.” Taehyung keeps soothing him, caressing and kissing his hands Jungkook just as much as flinches even the slightest.

Jungkook buries his face in the vampire’s neck completely, letting his heart clench in his ribcage and all emotions, hurt and agony flow in the form of salty tears that roll down his cheeks.

Taehyung doesn’t question any further, he lets the Angel cry until his throat runs dry and his heart-wrenching sobs turn into breathless sniffles. The vampire, too, cries in silence, not allowing his own lips to make the slightest sound.

His own gut twists in an unpleasant manner, cheeks stained with tears, eyes red as burning coal, Taehyung muffles his cries focusing solely on the Angel lying almost weightless on top of him.

“Angel..” Taehyung calls out after a while, feeling the cherub’s warm breath hitting his neck. Jungkook pulls away with swollen eyes and flushed cheeks, there’s dried tear stains on the apple of his cheeks and

Taehyung instinctively kisses it away with trembling lips. “Don’t cry for me, Tae. I’m not wort—” “You’re worth every tear I’d shed for you.” The vampire silences him, pulling the angel close to him again, “Tae—..”

Taehyung hums in response over his skin, a thrum resonating from his chest and Jungkook feels it travel in his own veins. “Is there something you wanna say, Angel?” Jungkook looks as if he’s contemplating.

His fingers fumble over the hem of the vampire’s collar, eyes darting to his lips and then back to Taehyung’s teary orbs, his lips are chapped— courtesy of losing its moisture because of crying, “Angel..”

“Kiss me, /please/” his lips wobble, vision blurring, mind clouding with thoughts of Taehyung, Taehyung and Taehyung. Taehyung's lips on his own, kissing his pain away.

A hint of surprise flashes across his features at the sudden request but it is immediately replaced with that familiar want of feeling Jungkook’s lips against his own. Taehyung wastes no time clasping his hand around the angel’s nape pulling his face right over his own.

He pecks Jungkook’s lips. Once and then twice before capturing the angel’s lips in a proper kiss, tasting the tears that settled on his precious love’s lips, his tongue darting out and swiping across the chapped flesh.

Jungkook clutches the vampire’s shoulder, almost letting out a whimper as soon as Taehyung gets the access inside his mouth, the latter’s tongue twirling and exploring the angel’s cavern like no tomorrow.

He lets himself go pliant in Taehyung’s embrace, heart melting with the warmth Taehyung’s love engulfs him in. The thumping mass in his chest constricts rather painfully as realization starts settling in his bones. Taehyung loves him. He fucking loves Taehyung.

Taehyung pulls apart first, sensing the Angel feeling troublesome again, “Angel, are you okay? Did I— Did I hurt you, baby?” Jungkook only responds with a shake of his head, his chest heaving while he composes himself. “Will you still leave me?” The Angel looks away.

He ignores the pain that thrums in his nerves when he realises Jungkook doesn’t want to stay. Taehyung gulps, his fingers curling over Jungkook’s bare waist under the duvet, “At least promise me you’ll be safe.” He’s rewarded with only silence.

“I love you.” Taehyung rests the angel’s forehead over his own. It feels good. He feels lighter, having confessed his love so openly to his Angel. He stops himself from hoping that his confession would make the Angel change his mind and Jungkook will end up staying.

Hurt and fear brims in the Angel eyes, he squirms in Taehyung’s hold, as if burned by those three words. “Don’t—” “I love you. I love you so much. For everything you are. I love you, without any reason, without any expectations in return. Just—”

Jungkook covers both his ears, the words ringing in his brain making his heart squeeze so hard in his chest. “Shut up! Please, please don’t say anything.” The frozen heart inside the vampire’s ribcage feels like shattering. Did Jungkook just reject his love all over again?

“Angel..” “Stop!! Please!!” The Angel screams, eyes shut tightly, his eyelashes wet against his cheeks, lips red and swollen.

The sky above them has started clearing, stars now getting hidden, dark hues of the night sky now being replaced with the softest golden of the rising sun. The first rays of the blazing sun fall on the Angel’s skin, giving it a rather ethereal glow. It’s the golden hour.

The sun is shining golden and bright, like molten gold painting the sky above their heads. Taehyung’s eyes widen as the rays fall on scars on the Angel’s skin and they start healing and disappearing one after the other.

A deafening screech is heard and his own hands fly to cover his ears, lips frowning and eyes closing in displease and pain. Jungkook lets out a choked sob, his hand fisting over his own chest, the Angel lets out one agonizing scream, then another.

Taehyung retracts his hand from his ear, immediately placing it over Jungkook’s back in an attempt to soothe him, wincing in pain that reverberates through his body. The Angel is withering over him, his breathing heavy, sobs escaping his throat so loud that Taehyung’s

own eyes start spilling tears. “Angel— baby, fuck! The fuck’s happening!” Jungkook pushes the blanket from over him, his knees hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Another heartbreaking whimper is heard and then— “𝐼𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢,”

The Angel pants, slamming his hand on the cold floor underneath him, Taehyung squints his eyes as the sunlight intensifies, “𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛.”

Jungkook writhes, the glow on his skin becoming more prominent, “𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙.”

The voice echoes, rings in their ears like siren, “𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒.” Taehyung stumbles, his hand curling around the armrest of the chair, a plethora of emotions swarming in his veins, “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.”

Jungkook lets out a loud scream and a gush of wind, more cooler than the winter breeze of Seoul hits Taehyung’s face. “𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔.”

His eyes widen, as if someone just splashed a bucket of cold water on his face, realisation sinking in deep, his orbs glisten with awe and pain as soon as they land on his Angel.

Jungkook’s skin glows— it’s glowing brighter than the sun in the sky, a halo has now surrounded him, his already ethereal frame now beaming and glimmering like gold dust spread all over him. Where once were scars, now there’s just flawless, even skin.

The Angel turns around, revealing his majestic, white wings he just gained back— untainted and pure. Just like Jungkook himself. The golden tinge of his halo on those wings only make their appearance dignified and marvelous, as if the molten gold has now settled on it’s edges.

Taehyung slumps on the ground, his knees hitting the ground as he lets out a loud sob. The words then echo again, Jungkook wraps his arms around the sobbing vampire king, his wings now covering both of them, as if protecting them both, from anything and everything.

“𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.” Home. Jungkook can go back home. He’s an Angel. A literal Angel. Not a fallen Angel anymore.

He doesn’t belong here. He belongs in all that's pearl and gold while the earth’s all dark and rusty. He belongs in a place that’s all shiny and pure unlike the earth. He belongs. He belongs in the Heaven.

Taehyung opens his eyes only to see a bright beam of light falling right beside Jungkook, almost like a gateway that has opened, tiny particles of gold dust dance across the beam of light, they flow in a rhythmic tune as if —

as if the fellow Angels were now celebrating the return of their Seraph. “Tae—..” Jungkook weeps, his hands clasped around Taehyung’s torso, body shaking as he wails against the vampire’s frame.

Taehyung buries his face in the crook of his Angel’s neck, clutching onto him, holding him close, feeling his heartbeat over his own heart one last time, “Angel. My Angel.”

“I love you. I love you so much.” Jungkook frets, tightening his grip when he feels Taehyung pull away from him. “I will always love you, Angel. My one true love.”

He pulls apart then, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks, smothering his face with feathery kisses, every kiss placed with tenderness, delicacy and a promise of undying love.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 “It’s time the butterfly changes it’s direction and flies against the hurricane, Angel. Look—” A wry smile paints over the vampire’s lips,

he points out at the scintillating beam of light, “your home is calling you.” ‘But you are my home—’ the words die on the tip of Jungkook’s tongue, he sniffles and lurches forward.

Taehyung steps back with the same pained smile, shaking his head in dismissal. “It’s time you go home, my love.”

✧✧✧ The indicator of the waffle maker makes a small ‘beep’ sound, Taehyung turns it off, his phone kept on speaker mode on the kitchen counter. “I swear Hob-ah if it’s another one of your stupid parties—”

The mob boss could actually imagine Hobi rolling his eyes on the other side of the call, “I’m busy, I need to work!” ‘Excuses, excuses. I’m not listening to you this time. You /have/ to come Taehyungie.’ Hoseok, very obviously unfazed with the annoyance bubbling up

inside of Taehyung, replies. Taehyung groans, “Whatever.” he mumbles and disconnects the call and then hurriedly starts plating the waffle on the glass plate and topping it with some fried chicken pieces and cheese on top,

wiping the excess liquid cheese that drizzled and spilled on the sides. “Just the way my Angel loves it.” A content smile forms on his face as he eyes the delectable, licking his own lips and rushing to the balcony of his bedroom.

Dinner is quiet. But he’s not complaining. It’s silent but it’s not uncomfortable. It doesn’t make him irked or annoyed.

Taehyung loves this kind of silence from time to time, especially when his mind is travelling to places with his new deals or when he’s planning to take down some other mole. Or simply just— being lost in the warmth that surrounds him.

“Not to brag or something, but I’m pretty sure I’ve become a pro in making your favourite fried chicken, Angel.” He speaks with shining eyes and the biggest, proud smile on his face, munching on the chicken again.

Once dinner is finished, he drags his feet to the restroom, changing into his own night pajamas before diving into the bed where he can /finally/ embrace his Angel. Works’ tiring, and he needs his Angel, sue him for being in love.

The bed’s warm, or so he feels his heart to be, Taehyung shifts on his bed, face naturally burying over the soft fabric of Jungkook’s hoodie, sniffing it subtly and snuggling close,

“I’m sorry, I know it’s be quite hectic these days. There’s still a lot of work pending and Jin hyung—”, he sighs dramatically, “he’s getting old I think”, the vampire snorts then, knowing full well he’ll receive a earful if his brother ever comes to know about this,

“He keeps saying he needs another hand, y’know, for handling his logical affairs and shit. And I’m also sorry for coming home late again.” He stays like that for a moment or so, receiving no response, the vampire lets out a shaky breath, “Angel, I’m sorry, are you mad at me?”

He’s again met with only silence. The type which is making him feel difficult to breathe, the type which stirs something unpleasant in him, the type which— makes him feel hollow.

“I miss you, Angel.” Taehyung sniffles, burying his face in the hood of his Angel’s hoodie and picking it up from the bed, clutching it close to his chest, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you go. Your clothes don’t smell like you anymore, the bed feels cold y’know,”

he chuckles humorlessly, “funny hearing it from a vampire that it feels cold, right? But it does. I have you memories, every moment we— we spent together, I cherish it always. It feels—” He chokes on a sob, throat closing up,

eyes darting across the room where he has multiple pictures of Jungkook proudly hanging and covering those once-dark walls.

There’s a picture of Jungkook eating his favourite overloaded ice cream— eyes wide, lips pouty— the happy kind of pout only Jungkook can make, spoon held out for Taehyung to take a bite.

Another one when he’s just wearing Taehyung’s shirt, baking his famous choco-chip cookies again with squinted eyes, fingers sprinkling those chips on the dough— Taehyung had clicked it and Jungkook had pretended to be angry for making him feel like he’s teasing the Angel.

His lips tremble when his eyes fall upon one particular picture. Jungkook has his arm looped over the vampire’s bicep, his head over Taehyung’s shoulder. They clicked it just before visiting the Manor.

Tears prick the vampire’s eyes again, leaving them stinging and burning, “It feels so empty without you, Angel. I just— I miss you so much.” Suddenly the bed feels too cold, the warmth that once used to be next to him gone. The room eerily silent, his life undeniably futile.

— “It’s time you go home, my love.” Jungkook quivers, hand out-stretched for Taehyung to hold and pull him in his embrace, making him forget the fact that love is indeed, cruel.

It took away everything from him, only to give it back to him, but in exchange of what? The only one he loves? Taehyung— he can’t leave Taehyung. Not when he’s the reason Jungkook gained his identity, his rank, his title back.

“Tae.. please—” The Angel lets silent tears fall from his eyes and cascade down his cheeks, eyes pleading the vampire to not give up, to not let go.

The smile Taehyung bears just makes his heart break more painfully, like shards of glass piercing through his bare chest and entering his heart, ripping it in pieces, “Angel, this is your only chance. Don’t let it go. You’re finally—”

Taehyung wipes his tears hurriedly, “— finally going home, baby.” “It’s not home if I’m not with you!!” Jungkook finally ends up spilling his heart out, knees dropping on the ground again, face buried in his hands.

His wings bend slightly on the ground— too large and majestic for his tiny figure. His predicament has Taehyung running towards him, like a magnet attracted towards a piece of iron. “Angel—” he wraps his arms around the weeping Angel’s body.

“You want me gone. You don’t love me, you’re lying, you don’t— you don’t want me here.” The Angel hits Taehyung’s chest, prying away from his hold.

“Baby.. you don’t have any idea how much I want to keep you here, in my arms, all the time. To protect you, see you smile, make you laugh. But—”, he cups Jungkook’s cheeks, wiping his tears and replacing them with the feeling of his own lips over it,

“—tell me one thing. Just one.” Jungkook nods, sniffling. “Anything.” “I won’t let you go, ever. But just tell me, do you think of love and smile with the idea of love, is it not painful anymore?” The Angel stays silent. Taehyung has his answer.

The vampire pecks the Angel’s head, before placing his chin over his soft locks, caressing his tresses, “When I think about love, I think about you. And the thought itself feels so beautiful, so contending, so.. warming. Can you look at me and tell me you think the same?”

“I-I can’t. It hurts. Always takes everything away from me. This is why I —” Jungkook clutches the vampire’s shirt, fisting it under his palm, burying his face over Taehyung’s chest. “You? You what, Angel?”

“This is why I didn’t want you to love me. I’m selfish, I didn’t want to leave you, I-I wanted you to hate me so I could be here and atleast live in a world where you co-exist. Not somewhere I could watch you from but never be able to be with you.”

his voice is laced with insecurity, fear and Taehyung just— doesn’t know if he should be happy or sad about their fucked up fate. Fuck feelings. Fuck love. Jungkook was so right when he said love makes you weak. He’s become weak. So fucking weak, so fucking vulnerable.

“Y’know, Angel. Love— it’s so selfless. You’re not selfish; you wanted to hurt yourself, deny and suppress your feelings just so you could save me from the heartbreak. You did everything to keep me safe. And now, I can’t take away the only thing that you treasure the most. ++

I can’t take away your only chance of forgetting how cruel this realm has been to you. Can you promise me something, my love?” He cups Jungkook’s cheeks again, resting his forehead over the Angel’s, who only nods in response and looks at him with glassy eyes.

Taehyung places a lingering kiss over Jungkook’s skin, kissing his eyes and then cheeks, “Promise me you’ll heal, and you— you will heal in a way that when you look back, you only feel happy when you think of love, think of how beautiful, how—”

“—crazy it is?” the Angel lets out a humorless scoff. Taehyung nods hazily, “Yeah. How crazy it is, to love someone so much that you let them go. I love you,” Jungkook feels a pair of lips on his own, eyes shutting close and those unshed tears once again

rolling out at the realisation that this probably is time he lets go too, “I love you so much, Angel. You’ll always be my Angel. My only one. This—”, he places Jungkook’s hand over his chest, “this frosted heart will always belong to you, I promise you that.”

“I love you, Tae. So much.”

The beam of light then finally falls upon the Angel, the halo surrounding him intensifies, gold dust twirling in the vicinity as Taehyung watches, stepping back, how the Angel slowly disappears. Leaving no trace behind, except a man who loves him with his whole heart.

— They meet often though, so Taehyung likes to tell himself. When he’s asleep, dozing off in deep slumber, he meets his Angel at a place where lights are scattered around, so bright that it sometimes makes Taehyung squint his eyes. It’s quiet and serene.

They meet, they talk for hours, Taehyung holds his Angel close, tucked over his chest or even sometimes buries his face or simply nuzzles over Jungkook’s tummy while planting soft kisses there.

Taehyung often tells him about his day, if there’s something that bothers him at work, or if he has to sh0ot a bullet in someone’s head, he never keeps any secrets from his Angel.

Oftentimes Jungkook even appears to be mad when the mob boss reveals his latest target or how he eliminated them— only to burst out in giggles and laughter when Taehyung tickles him like crazy while peppering kisses all over his neck.

They’re happy there, at the junction where they meet. There’s no earth, no fear Taehyung needs to worry about, there’s no heaven to hold Jungkook back. It’s just them. Engulfed in each other’s embrace, basking in each other's warmth, surrounded by love.

Though it doesn’t last long, because Taehyung has to wake up in the morning, it makes him feel grounded for the rest of the day. Happy and content. With a soft smile on his face like a lovesick fool. Fool. Yeah, only fools fall in love after all.

— Sunlight dances on his skin, warm rays of the sun tickling him and beckoning Taehyung to join the living again, the vampire groans and covers his face with Jungkook’s hoodie again.

He’s barely slept, been spending all night crying and missing his Angel. The vampire didn’t even realise when his eyes finally gave up and sleep took over his senses making him drift off to sleep.

Only when the door of his bedroom opens with an echoing noise, does the mob boss finally leave his bed, muttering a few curses here and there and shooting daggers in the other person’s frame.

“You look like you’re either planning to lie on the death bed, or I don’t know— survived a fucking zombie apocalypse. I mean you just.. Look dead to me, man.” Jimin snickers, offering the vampire king a plate of pancakes and a glass of wine for breakfast.

Taehyung ignores him, as much as he can. Because Jimin’s right. He looks.. dreadful. To say that Jungkook’s departure had broken Taehyung terribly, was, infact, an understatement.

The vampire has been entirely engrossed in work for the past months, either staying in his office or home. Barely even visiting the manor and other vampires who he knows will flood him with questions. “We all miss you, Tae.”

Taehyung doesn’t respond, until he feels a warm hand over his shoulder, “Jin hyung, Joon hyung are worried. Hobi hyung keeps trying to make excuses so you leave this place but we all know it’s not useful. Yoonie is worried too.”

“Tae—” Jimin dares to look at the vampire and does he see pain? He sees absolute agony written over Taehyung’s face, “It’s been months.”

His already pale skin has become whiter, eyes void of emotions, they’ve lost the pigment, the veins in his eyes have turned blue and his cheekbones have become prominent. He’s clearly lost weight.

“Don’t look at me like you pity me. I’ve been worse.” Taehyung nonchalantly responds, sipping on his wine. It’s true. Taehyung’s been worse. More worse than he is right now.

The vampire has locked himself up for three days straight, the pain in his chest never reducing. He kept sobbing, weeping in his room. It was his decision— to let Jungkook go. But it wasn’t easy. It never is easy to let go of someone whom you devote your heart and soul to.

The first first weeks after those three days were difficult, if not agonzing. He barely could focus on anything— which had Jin and Namjoon take over his business deals and syndicate duties for the time being.

A few months in and he finally started feeling himself back. Not completely fine, but at least he’s not miserable now. He’s doing just fine. “Have you ever wondered about your dolls, Jimin-ah?” Taehyung asks, diverting the topic.

Also because it’s been.. disturbing him this while. The thought of the other dolls in Jimin’s club. The human hums, looking at him with a confused look, “What about them?”

“Why can’t you just— release .. and like y’know— free them all?” Jimin passes him a soft smile, “because they’re not caged here, Taehyungie.” he taps on the vampire’s shoulder, nudging him to look at his phone screen.

The shorter male’s lockscreen is a picture of him with his dolls, they’re all smiling brightly, some even look tipsy, but they look like they know what they’re doing, and they’re doing it willingly and they’re happy.

“My dolls, they’re not some cheap whores who strip and please the clients, Tae. Neither are they forced to do so. Ever.”, he points towards a short, pink haired male who has a cheerful smile on his face,

“His name is Chanwook, he wants to be an artist y’know. And his room is filled with canvases and paintings he likes to do during his free time. My dolls— They know what they’re in for, they don’t care what the world thinks of them because they know who they truly are.

My babies are all dreamers. And they are willing to fulfill their dreams one day. They’re all precious bodies with deepest dreams.”

Taehyung has a sad smile on his lips, eyes glassy as he remembers how Jungkook, on their first meet, told him Jimin lets them go out and explore the city on their own, do whatever they want.

“Did he— did my Angel have a dream too?” he couldn’t help but ask. Taehyung hates how vulnerable he sounds, like a starving man craving for the tiniest amount of food he could.

“Jungkookie, he had nothing to his name. And that nothing included his dreams too. Do you really expect someone with almost no will to live, have a dream?” The vampire falls silent after that.

He’s seen it all. He knows it all. All of Jungkook’s past. All of Jungkook’s fears and dreads. They sit in silence then, Taehyung too lost in his thoughts, Jimin too lost in thinking how to bring Taehyung back.

“The elders have called for a gathering. It’s your birthday soon.” The human speaks after a considerable amount of time. Taehyung releases an exasperated sigh, “What do they want?”

Jimin seems to be contemplating if he should break it to the other or not, “They—.. um.. They want you to have a sire.”

The vampire chuckles darkly, as if mocking himself and the others. “A sire? Really? I promised my Angel my heart will forever belong to him. No way am I letting anyone else have it. Drop this already.”

“Taehyung— you can’t continue going on like this. You know well that at some time you /will/ need a Sire. their blood, their presence to keep you alive. You’re killing yourself like this, Tae!”

A terrifying growl escapes his throat, Taehyung slams his hand on the kitchen counter in aggression, “Just because I’m not poking my fangs in everything that bleeds and fucking everything that moves, doesn’t mean I’m not doing well. I belong to Jungkook. And /only/ he can have me

Jimin, albeit panicked with the vampire’s demeanour, covers Taehyung’s cheeks with his shaky hands, eyes pooling with tears, lips quivering while he looks at his best friend, “Tae.. you can’t wait for him forever. He— You know he might never come back, right?”

Taehyung’s lips curl up in a pained smile, thumb now caressing the frame of Jungkook’s photograph that was placed on the counter, “who said I’m waiting for him to come back? I knew I lost him for an eternity the day I let him go, Jimin-ah. ++

I couldn’t have him, but I have his memories. His absence makes my skin itch but there’s a sense of his presence in my nerves. An inkling I can’t ignore. It’s like— he’s here with me though he’s not.”

He looks at the human who’s giving him an apologetic look, “I don’t make sense, do I?” He shrugs, holding the frame close to his heart, “Guess that’s what love makes us do. Make no sense.”

Jimin is about to reply when the living room door creaks open, Hoseok and Yoongi barging in with unreadable expressions on their faces, “Why do you two look like someone drained the life out of you?” Taehyung asks, worriedly. “Tae—.. there’s something you should see.”

“What is it?” Yoongi and Hoseok pass each other a knowing look, reluctance clear in their demeanour. “Oh, for fucks sake! Give that thing here.” Jimin snatches away the device from Hoseok’s hand, scrolling through the screen with squinted eyes.

“An art exhibition?” He asks with an eyebrow cocked, Taehyung, too, takes a look at the same— unable to understand their hesitance. The mob boss rubs his temple, tongue poking his inner cheek, starting to get impatient and slightly annoyed,

“You barged in my house to show me an art exhibition brochure?” he asks, unamusingly. Hoseok holds out his hand, asking for the device back and then he flips through the photos. A deep sigh he releases before handing it out again to Taehyung.

Taehyung— he feels like his world just stopped right here. As if someone knocked his breath out of his lungs, making it unable for him to fucking breathe!! His eyes are stuck, wide in shock. The picture has him hooked. And scared, if he’s being honest to himself.

The name on the artwork picture reads ‘Love Heals.’ The picture in front of him is of a large canvas with dark grey and black hues making up the background.

An illuminating beam of light falls from the dark clouds, right beside a man with blonde hair who’s sitting on his knees, hugging himself, his face facing the ground beneath him. He possesses two large, majestic white wings with golden edges covering his entire body from behind.

Another man is on his knees in front of him, his arms wrapped around the Angel’s frame.. his chin over the Angel’s head, tears cascading his cheeks and a pained smile on his lips.

His sharp, pointed eyes are crimson red, hair the deepest shade of black, curled slightly on its ends. “That—that’s me.” Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat, blinking away the tears that have started to accumulate at the corner of his eyes.

He zooms in, and then zooms out the picture— multiple times rubbing his eyes in disbelief, “It’s us. Jungkook and I—.. Where? Where is this exhibition being held and when? I need to know everything about it.” he chugs a large sip of wine from the bottle,

rushing towards his bedroom to change his outfit and leave with the others. “Do you think he’ll take it well?” Hoseok asks Yoongi, who’s already looking at Jimin pacing back and forth with confusion.

He pulls the human closer, burying Jimin’s face in his chest and then releases a deep sigh at the first choked sob the human lets out.

“J-Jungkookie—.. Yoonie, Kook… is it him? Is he —is he back?” The human wails in his arms, Hoseok pats his back while Yoongi presses his lips over the crown of his head. Taehyung is back in no time.

He doesn’t even let Yoongi answer Jimin and he’s already rushing to the main door of his mansion. “Tae, wait for us.” Jimin wipes his tears and runs behind him hurriedly.

— — They reach Arario Gallery in about twenty minutes. The place is full of immensely beautiful, highly exquisite artworks. Workers and assistants are running across the hallways holding different sizes of canvases, showpieces and what not.

“Yoongi. Where is that painting?” Taehyung impatiently asks, eyes darting across the rooms expectantly. Yoongi gestures to one of the managers, who rushes towards them and with a curt nod guides them to the room.

The room is empty except for that one canvas that is hidden with a maroon, velvety curtain which covers it from top to bottom. The curtain drops and Taehyung, yet again, watches with his jaw dropped on the floor. The same exact painting in the picture.

The painting of the day Jungkok got his wings, his title, his damn identity back. The painting of the day Jungkook got the opportunity to go back to his home. The painting of the day he let his lover go. The painting of the day love healed the angel. ‘Love Heals.’

The vampire’s sniffles, his finger gliding across the canvas. He feels his throat closing up the moment he touches the Angel’s wings, “Angel…” he mutters with trembling lips and his vision starts blurring.

“Yoonie.. You— you didn’t answer. Is he.. Is he back?” Jimin grabs Yoongi by the collar and asks, “Tell me, please.” He cries, his head dropping over the vampire’s shoulder.

Hoseok wipes his own eyes, kneeling and crouching down to Taehyung’s level who’s already on the floor, eyes fixed on the artwork and letting his tears stream down silently, “Taehyungie..”

“Is it him?” Taehyung asks, “Who painted this? Please, please tell me who did this, Hobi—” the vampire clutches Hoseok’s coat, his head now buried over the other vampire’s shoulder.

“This painting was submitted anonymously, Tae. We’re trying to find out who did it. We’ll find it out, we’ll find /him/ out if it’s him. But—” Hoseok pauses, caressing the mob boss’ back, “— you said he left. He’s in heaven, Tae. then.. How? How could it possibly be him?”

“I don’t know, Hob-ah. I don’t know anything.” “Let’s go home?” Yoongi asks after Jimin has calmed down in his embrace.

Taehyung wipes his face, eyeing the artwork one more time before standing on his feet, “Yoongi, I want this in my home. Transfer the amount right away, just… get this one immediately. And— leave me alone for sometime, I’ll visit the manor later.”

Taehyung knows he made the right decision when he chose to let Jungkook go that day. The Angel has healed, he got his rank back, his wings— his home back. And Taehyung, never in a million years, would ever be a barrier between Jungkook and his home.

He looks at the image on his phone. Again. And again. and again. The painting is so realistic, so immaculate, it makes it impossible for Taehyung to dart his eyes away.

Though he knows it’s not completely right to hope so, the vampire can’t help but feel the tiny spark of hope that ignites in his veins.

It was his decision to let Jungkook go, but he can’t deny the fact that somewhere in his heart he wishes for just one glance, one glimpse of the Angel. Maybe he comes back, maybe one day, he won't meet Jungkook in his dreams but in reality.

He hopes that one day he will wake up and the ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach won’t mock him for dreaming yet again about the only one he loved and then letting him go.

Taehyung scoffs when the memory flashes through his mind, ‘I refuse to be a marionette just because you fell for the Angel.’ He has said to his heart that day when Jungkook has left him. But at the end of it all, isn’t that exactly what he had become?

A marionette to love, a puppet to his own feelings and heart? The moment he locks the main door of his home behind him, he feels it. The sudden shift in atmosphere. There’s something.. outlandish in his own home.

Home. Taehyung chuckles. Can he even call this huge mansion a home again ever since Jungkook has left? Is this place even worthy of being called something so serene? His footsteps feel heavy, the air surrounding him feels so exotic, so noteworthy.

He ignores the perturbation and ruffles his hair in annoyance walking towards his bedroom after grabbing a bottle of some random whiskey from the bar.

Maybe he should just get drunk shit-faced, avoid the whole painting mishap and pass out. Then he’ll meet his angel in his dream again and tell him the rollercoaster of emotions he felt today. Yeah, that sounds just right.

Meeting Jungkook in his dreams and waking up to the horrible reality of not being with his angel, his one true love. ‘Pure bliss!!’ Taehyung snorts, sipping on the whiskey directly from the glass bottle, hissing at the woody taste that burns his throat.

And just when he’s about to enter his room, he hears it. ◦。 ◦。 ◦。 ◦。 The first hit on the keys of the piano that’s getting dusted in his music room.

It’s an ‘E’ note— Taehyung closes his eyes and blinks away the tears when he remembers how Jungkook used to squirm on his lap when he used to play the tune and Taehyung kept teasing him with his lips.

The note is followed by a ‘Gm’, ‘Cm’ and then ‘B’, ‘A’, keys. Taehyung feels bile rising in his throat, his breath getting caught and if— had his heart not been frozen, he’s sure it’d have thrummed so loud and jumped out of his chest.

Listen to this for the following parts: open.spotify.com/playlist/5hwzR…

His mind is screaming, ‘it’s a dream, it’s a dream, it can’t be true. But his emotions seem to have a better control over him right now. His feet move like they have a mind of their own because the one Taehyung has, has definitely short-circuited.

No, it can’t be. How could it be possible? It’s been 7 months and 16 days since Taehyung asked Jungkook to go back home. To heal. To be happy.

Never in those 229 days did he feel that hollow feeling in his chest, the emptiness in his life when he used to wake up and there was no warmth beside him except the clothes Taehyung laid on the bed on Jungkook’s side of the bed will go away one day.

Never in those 5496 hours did he think one day he’ll be able to let go of Jungkook from his heart the way he did from earth, and his life. Not one out of those 329760 minutes did he think his heart, his love, would belong to anyone else rather than Jungkook.

Never in those countless dreams did he once ask Jungkook to come back to him. Because he knows— he knows Jungkook is healing, he’s happy. He’s— he’s in his home. He is where he belongs.

But now, having that extremely familiar tune ringing in his eardrums makes him feel like he’s in one of those dreams where Taehyung’s just sitting on the chair with the Angel on his lap while the latter plays the piano,

giggling and laughing every time Taehyung would plant soft kisses or nuzzle his nose over the Angel’s nape. It’s a dream. He’s convinced it’s a dream because no way will it be possible for Jungkook to return. Not after he finally got his everything back.

No, he doesn’t want Jungkook to give up on heaven just to be back to him. He can’t be selfish, his love can’t be selfish to ask for this.

But somewhere deep down he feels hopeful, that maybe— just maybe the heavens had enough of his pining and has decided to maybe send Jungkook to him even if it's just for a split second. Taehyung knows it’s futile, going into the music room because he’s just hallucinating.

But then again, he’s just a man— a madman, who’s crazily in love. So, it won’t hurt to have his hopes high yet again. Maybe he’s just daydreaming, but he’ll get to see his Angel and that’s more than enough for him.

And then, right when his eyes fall upon the instrument—.. His knees collide with the ground with a loud thud, Taehyung buries his face in his hands and the first sob that was clogging up his throat finally betrays him when his dream looks up at the sound of his knees

hitting the ground and passes him a bright smile, “A-Angel—..” It’s a dream. He’s in a trance again. This is all just a reverie. No way Jungkook is actually here.

His mind is playing those fucking tricks again but something inside him stirs that fucking stupid hope that all of this is true. Especially ever since he’s seen that damn painting, the feelings, the hope, the damn desire to just see his angel once just kept increasing.

The vampire lets out one sob after another, clutching the fabric of his shirt over his chest with one hand, while supporting himself on the ground with the other.

The ground beneath him feels blurred, his eyes dampened and welled up with tears that keep falling on the floor like a stream.

“Taehyungie?” He only cries harder when he hears the low whisper-like voice, his ribcage feels constricting so hard that his heart will just shatter and with all honesty,

Taehyung feels that— that would be the best thing to happen to him right now instead of this.. this whole situation being another one of his fucking pathetic dreams.

His last resort only crumples when he feels a pair of soft palms wiping his tears and cupping his cheeks, “Tae.. won’t you look at your Angel?” he hears that voice, that familiar voice that made his days and tranquilized his nights.

The voice that helped him sleep and kept him wide awake at the same time. The voice that breaks and heals him all the time, altogether. “Angel?” He dares asks with a hoarse voice, his throat has already run dry, eyes bloodshot red.

Fear and qualm swims in his eyes as he stares back at the pair of shining bright eyes that contain hundreds of millions of stars which makes Taehyung dizzy. Don’t let this be a dream. Don’t let this be a dream. Don’t let this be a dream.

He chants in his mind, hand now hesitantly moving and holding the soft hand that cups his cheeks. “You—you’re here?” he gulps, now holding the Angel’s hand delicately as if it’ll break at the slightest pressure.

“I’m here, Tae. It’s me, Jungkook. Your Angel.” Jungkook answers and rests his forehead over the vampire’s. Taehyung sniffles, cradling the Angel’s face, examining him and assuring his own self that Jungkook’s here. In bone and flesh. It’s not a dream.

No, he’s not fucking dreaming. Jungkook’s really here, sitting in front of him, his Angel is back in his arms. “It’s not— ‘s not a dream?” He asks, more to himself than the Angel. A silent tear escapes Taehyung’s eyes when he feels warm breath ghosting over his lips,

“Would you believe it’s not a dream if I kiss and tell you?” The Angel’s lips are close, just over the corner of his mouth and Taehyung finally dares to touch the face he’s been dreaming of for months.

Unable to form coherent sentences, Taehyung simply nods and jerks his head desperately. A gasp escapes his lips as soon as those pair of soft, plump lips finally meets his.

All his doubts, his questions, his fears melt away at the slightest touch of Jungkook’s lips against his own. Jungkook is here. He’s not dreaming. Fuck! Fuck, he’s not dreaming. Jungkook— Jungkook is here. In his arms. He’s really here.

“I’m here, really am.” Jungkook smiles at him as he speaks. Taehyung attempts to smile back, his lips trembling as those overwhelming emotions swarm in him, “Did I— did I say that out loud?”

The Angel pecks his lips again, “No. You kind of.. hummed, and I kind of.. understood what you were blabbering.” He cheekily responds, rubbing his nose against Taehyung’s.

Taehyung cups his cheeks, Jungkook’s eyelids flutter, his long, thick lashes shadowing the Angel’s pink dusted cheeks. The vampire presses his lips over the latter’s eyes, then his nose, his forehead muttering a ‘You’re here. You’re here. I’m not dreaming.’ like a mantra.

He pulls the Angel by his nape, smashing their lips together, letting his tears flow unstoppably now. One last time, one last time he’ll cry when he kisses Jungkook. Not anymore. No. He won’t cry the next time, but just this once.

Just this once he wants to let go of all the dread, the agony and the pain. So he cries, tastes those salty tears that spill from his and Jungkook’s eyes. The kiss tastes salty, but it’s sweet. So fucking enticing, so intoxicating.

They pull apart, gasping and panting heavily for air, and just when he’s about to claim Jungkook’s lips in another kiss, his eyes go all wide as realization strikes him like a lightning thunder.

“You—.. how did you come back? Jungkook, you didn’t.. Shit! You.. fuck! How could you do that Angel?” Taehyung panics, his head in his hands while Jungkook watches him, smiling widely as if he’s watching an endearing baby.

“Why the fuck are you grinning, you lunatic!? How could you just leave Heaven and come back here?” Taehyung trails, growling and pulling Jungkook close by his nape, “You finally healed, my love. Why did you come back when you were finally home?”

Jungkook shakes his head, his gaze full of love, adoration, and respect for Taehyung.

The one whose love healed him. The one who made Jungkook believe in love again. The one who owns Jungkook’s heart. The one who calms the Angels’ soul. “I gave away my shelter so I could come back home.”

Home. Jungkook is back home. To Taehyung. Taehyung is Jungkook’s home. His safe place. His common ground. His haven. “I love you, Tae. Will you accept your Angel back in his home?” Jungkook asks, his voice low and laced with anticipation.

Taehyung kisses him, pouring all the answers Jungkook needs in that kiss, letting his lips do the talking because words, surely, will fail to do so. They kiss, and they kiss unstoppably.

Making up for those 7 months and 16 days of separation. For those 5496 hours of longing. And for those 329760 minutes they spent stringing onto that thin strand of hope that refused to leave.

“I love you. So much. Thank you, Angel. Thank you for coming back home. ‘t was.. It was so lonely without you.” “I was so lost without you, without my home, Tae. I love you, oh, god! I love you so much.” Jungkook squeals when Taehyung lifts him up,

hoisting the Angel in his arms while he carries his love to the empty room which was void of Jungkook’s giggles, his soft laughs and his warm presence.

Jungkook’s eyes glisten when he reaches /their/ room, his big doe eyes wander across the room imprinting all the images , the frames that are hung on the walls and placed securely on the table. His pictures. Each and every picture he remembers clicking is hanging in the room.

Tears pool in his eyes but he blinks them away. No, he promised himself he’s not going to cry now. Ever. He’ll smile, genuinely. He’ll be happy, absolutely. And he’ll love, truly. Because—

Because Jungkook loves Taehyung. Because Jungkook is so in love with Taehyung. Because Taehyung means the world to him. Because Taehyung is Jungkook’s home. His love, his comfort.

And because Taehyung deserves the love and happiness he gave to Jungkook. Unconditionally and unmitigatedly. He pushes Taehyung on the bed— their bed, hovering over the vampire’s frame and unbuttoning his own shirt and Taehyung’s too.

“Angel..” Taehyung swallows hard, orbs darkening at the sinfully pleasant sight in front of him. Jungkook’s exposed skin, his flawless, ethereal body. “Wanna feel you close, Tae. I missed you. Missed you near me, missed your touch, you—”

Taehyung chuckles and cuts him off, pulling the Angel on his lap while he lies shirtless now, back resting against the headboard of the bed, “C’mere. I’m still trying to believe that you’re here with me.” He snickers, and pulls Jungkook close to him.

“God! You madman, I’m really here!!” The Angel whines over his chest, his voice thrumming and sending vibrations across Taehyung’s chest. “Look at you being so bratty, huh?” The vampire cocks his brow up, mirth swimming in his eyes but

Jungkook’s actually a brat and he’s not getting what he needs /and/ he knows the right buttons to push and rile his lover. The Angel rolls his eyes, shifting in his place and settling himself well between the vampire’s legs, his fingers playing piano over Taehyung’s bare chest,

“The fuck are you gonna do, hm? Punish me?” he winks at Taehyung who has his jaw dropped. “How— how the fuck are you swearing, didn’t you just return from Heaven, you—” “Do you expect me to sing and recite hymns and praises for God then?”

Yeah Taehyung’s definitely taken aback but hey, he’s not complaining at all! He’s actually loving the teasing, carefree and bratty Jungkook more. He remains silent, smiling to himself when he suddenly remembers how fucking scared his baby was when they first met and yeah,

he’s sure that a mouthy Jungkook is better than an anxious Jungkook. “What are you dreaming of when I’m already here? Still think it’s not real?” The Angel pouts, and that is exactly when Taehyung knows he can never not love this gem.

“Yeah, well, I got used to the fact that I can only have you in my drea—”, he yelps when Jungkook suddenly sucks on his neck, his teeth nipping over the vampire’s skin harshly “ —ow!! What was that for?”

Jungkook looks up at him, cupping the mob boss’ face, “Shut up and kiss me, I’m kind of in dire need of some Taehyungie for me.” “You’ll have all of Taehyungie, only for you, my Angel.” Taehyung whispers before claiming the Angel’s lips in a passionate kiss.

He tilts Jungkook’s face so he could deepen the kiss and prod his tongue in the Angel’s warm cavern, humming and exploring the space as if it’s the first time he’s kissing Jungkook.

And yet again he’s reminded, everytime he kisses Jungkook it feels like the first time. Only more special, more deep, more intimate. Jungkook still tastes of cherries, he still tastes of love. He’ll always taste like love to Taehyung.

“Am I being annoying?” The Angel asks, panting and breathing heavily when they pull apart. Taehyung’s lips curl up in a fond smile, he pecks Jungkook’s forehead in reassurance, “If anything, you’re being adorable. And fearless.

And with all honesty, I love this bratty side of you more. Well, every side of yours, but— y’know,” he chuckles, shaking his head and pecking the cherub’s lips again, “I love you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook swore his heart skipped a beat. His name rolling off from Taehyung’s lips sounds pure bliss. Oh how he’ll never get tired of listening to Taehyung confessing his love over and over again!

“I love you so much more. Thank you, Tae.”, Jungkook kisses the vampire’s palm, nuzzling his cheek over the hand, “— thank you for making me believe in love, thank you for— for loving me and healing me. Thank you for always being patient with me when all I did was—”, he gulps,

Taehyung pulls him close by the waist. He places his finger over the Angel’s lips, “Shh. There’s nothing to thank me for. Told you I’d always love you, unconditionally. And, baby, how could I not fall in love with you when you’re literally the one who taught me what love is,

how selfless, how pure the feeling is, how euphoric this emotion is. So, thank you, y’know—..” Taehyung sighs, planting soft kisses over Jungkook’s neck, “You’re the flame that melted my frozen heart, Angel.”

They remain silent then, Taehyung simply basks in the feeling of Jungkook’s heart— once again— beating right above his own, the warmth that seeps through him as blood rushes warmly in Jungkook’s veins.

“How did you even manage to come back? And that— that painting?” Taehyung asks after a while, squinting his eyes at the Angel who smiles sheepishly at him.

“Maybe the other Archangels got tired of me pining and moping around and they.. um..” he scratches his nape and chuckles, “Sanwook hyung tried to cheer me up, others too. I almost felt like I’ve shut them off. I just— it felt so different there, as if..

As if I don’t belong there. I was happy, yes. Or so I thought I was. Every day I just kept thinking about you, and then slowly and gradually I realized I- I was there, my body was in heaven but I left my heart here— with you.”

Taehyung exhales a deep breath, the overwhelming information being too much for him, his eyes again water, and oh, god! How he hates appearing like a cry baby here but then again, it’s Jungkook and the Angel has seen him in a far more vulnerable state than this.

“And your wings?” Jungkook smiles, almost startling the vampire when he arches his back slightly and reveals his flawless, elegant wings. “I can still go back and visit them anytime I want. There are other Angels in this realm and they’re assigned some set of duties.

I will be one of them and will have some responsibilities too, so expect me to scold you if you come back home after k!lling someone.” He snorts and Taehyung just watches him, dumbfounded with the aura Jungkook now radiates.

It is as if this is a new Jungkook, a totally different Jungkook he’s witnessing. And he feels like he’s falling for Jungkook. Again. And he’ll keep falling for Jungkook all over again, everytime.

“Okay. Yeah. Scold me all you want. But— the painting?” he asks and Jungkook passes a proud smile, puffing out his chest which makes Taehyung scoff and squish his cheeks, placing a couple of pecks on the Angel’s lips before he lets Jungkook speak.

“So.. like I said; I almost shut everyone off and I was performing my Angel duties, because I’m a very passionate and hardworking Angel who loves his rank, yes.” Taehyung scoffs, bumping his forehead against Jungkook’s, “ugh! don’t distract me.” Jungkook scolds him with a glare.

“I started spending time alone, and well.. One day, I told Sanwook hyung I want to go back where my heart is. He threw a tantrum, I threw one in return and guess who won?” Jungkook wiggles his brows and Taehyung is pretty sure he’ll just combust because Jungkook is so

fucking cute and adorable and he loves his Angel so much!! “Of course I won. But, since hyung was aware of the blunder that happened last time, he came along with me and we- I—”, Jungkook pauses and nips on his lower lip, a bit scared to speak further.

Taehyung tilts his neck, nudging him to continue, and the Angel releases a deep sigh before continuing, “I came back almost three weeks ago, Tae. Sanwook hyung and I stayed in a cottage near the woods.”

“Three weeks!? And you— you didn’t try contacting me once??” Taehyung exclaims, unable to hide the agitation at the mention of Jungkook staying with someone he doesn’t know for three whole weeks! On earth and without Taehyung’s knowledge!

He’s not jealous or possessive per se, just caring and worried. “Tae.. I didn’t want to be a damn porcelain doll that you’ll have to protect and keep safe forever. I don’t,” he pauses, pushing his hair back and huffing,

“I don’t want you to think you’ll have to coddle me all the time. I want to be someone who’ll walk along with you, holding your hand with just as much confidence and courage as you. I wanted to be strong and independent before I come back to you.”

Taehyung smiles, genuinely. The Angel’s words, his emotions and his intention makes pride bloom in the vampire’s chest because yes, as much as he’d like to pamper and coddle his beloved Jungkookie

all the time, he also wants Jungkook to be fearless and live without a care in the world. “You’re so brave, do you know that?” The vampire asks, his voice dripping with nectar-like sweetness and gaze soft with pure love and admiration.

Jungkook shakes his head, curling himself over his lover’s lap, “I didn’t, maybe you’ll have to keep reminding me that timely.” He giggles and Taehyung almost melts because he fucking missed that heavenly sound.

“Sounds pretty achievable. And you paint so well. That painting will be here by tonight.” Taehyung caresses the Angel’s dark brown locks, sniffing the faint vanilla scent.

The Angel hums, and then shoots up, pulling away from Taehyung’s arms, “Tonight? Here? You bought that painting?” He passes an accusing glare to the vampire and it’s Taehyung’s turn to respond with that sheepish smile.

“I—.. did.” Taehyung chuckles nervously, Jungkook squints his eyes, “Oh, come on! You know I’d do it. I wouldn’t let anyone get their dirty hands on /my/ angel’s first ever artwork. You knew I’d come to know about it and well,

Yoongi told me he already found out who the anonymous artist was, who submitted the artwork.” The vampire whines and Jungkook leans back, his lips pressed over Taehyung’s jaw. “He did?”

Taehyung only hums in response, nuzzling his nose over Jungkook’s neck, “He did. Just saw his message, I’m glad I didn’t see it before or it’d have ruined our little moment.”

Jungkook laughs, his nose scrunches and eyes crinkle as he lets out soft giggles at the vampire’s comment. Taehyung wraps his arms around the Angel’s waist, holding his love close, “I loved the title of your painting, ‘Love Heals’.”

“It does. Love heals and gives. And it’s so crazy.” “So that means the fire no longer burns the moth but just warms him?”

The Angel hums, “Maybe? Or maybe the moth has accepted that no matter what, it will fight to stay close to fire even if it means staying close to his de/ath. Or maybe the fire is the sole reason the moth is willing to be brave?

Maybe it’s the fire that gives it strength and ignites passion in it?” Jungkook sighs and snuggles close to the vampire, “Absurd. Giving away the strings of your life willingly to your heart, becoming a Marionette— isn’t that what love is?”

“I guess it is. And it’s—.. Beautiful, isn’it?” “ It is.” The Angel replies. Taehyung nuzzles his chin over the Angel’s cheeks, earning a fit of giggles from the latter, “what?”

Jungkook traces his face with his soft fingers, rubbing his palm over Taehyung’s face, “you’ve grown a beard. Your stubble— it tickles.” He murmurs over the vampire’s lips. A grin spreads across the vampire’s face and Jungkook knows he’s in big trouble now.

“No. Don’t—” he doesn’t get to complete because Taehyung’s already tackled him on the bed, his weight now over the Angel as he purposely rubs his bearded face over Jungkook’s jaw and neck.

“Tae— pfft. Stop! No— please, it—” He only bursts out laughing when Taehyung starts tickling his sides with his fingers. Jungkook squirms under him, and attempts to fight back, failing miserably, “hah— please stop, my tu-tummy hurts hah!”

His eyes are now watery, jaw hurts from laughing too much and heart beats rapidly. Taehyung stops a moment or so later, after peppering his Angel's face with endless soft kisses, he’s now lying in the bed with his love snuggled over his chest, “Tae?”

The other hums softly, “what is it, baby?” “I missed you so much.” Jungkook whispers, before shifting in his place, and pressing his naked chest against Taehyung’s, and kisses him. “I missed you even more, my love. Thank you for staying strong and coming back to me.”

Their lips meet in a soft, loving kiss, a kiss full of happiness, love and relief. They kiss again and again and again. Until they’re both breathless, until they’re both satiated, until they both feel dizzy.

Just like that, in each other’s arms, their breaths evened out, and for the first time in those 229 days, Taehyung and Jungkook finally fell asleep peacefully for the first time ever.

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“Fuck this shit!! What if this is too flashy? I mean, it’s white and god! why does it have these tiny diamond studs? Ugh! Why did Jiminie hyung chose a fucking lace corset, it looks so stupid.” Jungkook whines for the third time this evening.

They’re getting ready for the celebration at the manor and Jimin just had to choose this fancy, frilly lace for the Angel as if all eyes won’t already be on him anyway. “I’m gonna look like a clown.” he mumbles with a pout, huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

He fumbles with the strap of the corset, tightening them just right and tying the knot, muttering incoherent words under his breath when he feels the presence of someone else in the room.

Jungkook looks up, a deep pout adorning his face and Taehyung would just melt into a puddle at the sight. “Let me.” Taehyung whispers over his ear and Jungkook loosens his grip on the straps.

The vampire rotates his wrists, the excess length of strap encircling over his hand and then tugs the Angel closer while tightening the corset. “This alright?” He mumbles near Jungkook’s lips, hands still grasping the corset strap.

“Y-yeah’s perfect. Not too tight.” Jungkook whispers and looks at him, his breath clogged in the throat at the proximity, hand resting over Taehyung’s chest, his bright doe eyes blinking through long soft lashes and he almost moans

when he feels Taehyung’s lips press over his collarbones which is visible, given the deep neck of his attire. He’s then turned around so that they’re both standing facing the mirror.

Taehyung snakes his arms from behind, placing his chin on his beloved one’s shoulder and kisses his neck. Jungkook, though he’s kinda annoyed with his outfit, breathes out a shaky sigh.

Taehyung knows very well that pressing his lips to the sensitive spot just below the Angel’s ear will motivate Jungkook to tilt his head just as much, exposing more of his neck to his lover.

“You look beautiful, Angel.” Taehyung gazes at him through the mirror, kissing Jungkook’s cheeks who in turns ducks his head low shyly. A faint blush adorns his cheeks when Taehyung glides his hands over the fabric of his top, humming over the Angel’s skin as

he finally secures the knot of the corset. “Believe me, you look breath-taking, my precious. Here—” He fishes a small box from his pocket, pulling out a platinum chain with a plumeria flower pendant, “This is for you.”

“Tae—” Jungkook gasps, feeling the vampire’s fingers clasping the exquisite necklace on the Angel’s neck. “How does it look?” he hears Taehyung whisper over his skin between feather light kisses.

“It’s so pretty.” The Angel replies with teary eyes, “Thank you, love.” Taehyung turns him around, they stare at each other with a fond gaze before their lips instinctively meet in a chaste kiss.

They pull apart, gasping for air with a thin string of saliva still connecting their parted lips. Taehyung doesn’t give the angel time to breathe, he’s already captured those soft lips in yet another kiss,

this time deeper, going all teeth and tongue, nibbling and biting Jungkook’s lips. “We’ll be late!” Jungkook whines and pushes the hungry vampire away.

Taehyung frowns, pulling the Angel close so that their clothed chests are now pressed against each other, “But I want to make sure you know how pretty you look right now. I can’t keep my hands and lips in control, really.”

As much as he’d like Taehyung to appreciate him and his beauty, he knows they— he will have to face a lot of teasing if they’re late, which— they already are.

There’s an insatiable hunger in the vampire’s eyes. Maybe because it has been weeks since he’s returned but they haven’t been intimate even once. Of course, they kiss, make-out and cuddle— sometimes naked too, but they haven’t done the /deed/ yet.

It was Taehyung’s suggestion. He wants to take things slow. This time he wants to do everything right, at a smooth pace, a pace which Jungkook is comfortable with.

He’s surprised as to how Taehyung hasn’t broken yet, how the hell is so good when it comes to self control because Jungkook here, is on the edge.

And as much as he’d like to say ‘fuck it, fuck the party and celebration, let’s spend the time in bed and make love’, he knows that the celebration is for them, Taehyung’s going to announce when they’ll be forming the Sire bond and so their presence is necessary there.

He’s snapped out of his trance when he feels the vampire’s breath fanning over his jaw, “Let’s go, Angel. You’re right, we don’t want to be more late than this.” Taehyung sighs and kisses the corner of his jaw once more,

tugging and straightening his velvet coat and intertwines his hand with Jungkook’s. He quickly drapes his black, velvety coat over the corset, and helps Taehyung wear his own before they make their way out of the home to the manor where everyone awaits their presence.

✧✧☽☾✧✧ The manor is lit with sparkling golden lights, huge chandeliers are hung across the ceiling. The light from them reflected through the teardrop and oval glasses and mirrors across the great hall filling the place with an eerily warm ambience.

‘The king’s lover has returned.’ ‘Heard he’s an artist, I’ve seen a couple of works by him.’ ‘Golden hands, I’d say. He’s so great at it.’ ‘Have you seen how fcking pretty he looks?’ The large, dark walls of the place echo with murmurs, soft laughs and giggles,

the vampires chat amongst themselves as they wait for the head of their coven to arrive with their beloved, precious lover. ‘Word says they’re going to bond soon.’ ‘The king’s to-be sire is an Angel.’ ‘He really gave up heaven so they can live together.’

As Taehyung expected, word indeed spreads faster than the wildfire when you practically own Korea— humans and non-humans included. Almost everyone is aware that the king is back in action, his lover has returned and he’s unstoppable now.

Seokjin and Namjoon, least to say, are relieved and happy to see their brother coming back to life again. They address the elders and other vampires, welcoming them in their abode, with an appeased smile.

Hoseok and Yoongi along with Jimin engage themselves in small talks with everyone. “You look happy.” Namjoon whispers in his Sire’s ears, placing a soft peck over the elder vampire’s earlobe.

Seokjin smacks his sire’s chest, obviously flustered with the subtle affection when they’re in public, but rests his head on Namjoon’s shoulders nonetheless, “That’s because I am happy, Joonie.

Taehyungie is happy, Jungkook is happy. And that makes my heart feel at peace. They deserve their fair share of happiness— which, mind you, is a lot because they’ve been through so much.”

Namjoon hums, patting his lover’s back, “I’m so proud of them both. They stayed strong and in love, which isn’t easy when there’s a distance of realms. But they did and I can’t be more proud and happy.”

Seokjin doesn’t get to reply because the large mahogany wooden door is already creaking open, indicating the arrival of the King of their clan with his precious one.

“They were supposed to arrive an hour ago.” Yoongi sighs, now standing beside Namjoon and Seokjin with his glass of Smokehead Islay whiskey. The elder rolls his eyes at the smug grin that’s plastered across his brother’s face as Jungkook mumbles something beside Taehyung.

“Goodness gracious, the king /finally/ decided to show up and bless us with their presence.” Namjoon teases them and the Angel shyly hides behind Taehyung.

“Hyung, good things take time. I had to assure my Angel he could wear a rug and still look the most enchanting and ethereal being ever, because look—” he cheekily responds earning a snort from Yoongi and a smack on his arm from Jungkook, “— how pretty my love is.”

The vampire king proudly gestures towards the Angel who’s very obviously red as beet by now. They soon get busy exchanging pleasantries with the other vampires who’re present in the hall, some asking them about the whole bonding process and ritual while some are just

cooing everytime Taehyung would randomly kiss his angel, or just tug him close, growling whenever someone got too much in his lover’s personal space. Jungkook’s heart has been thumping loudly in his chest the whole time.

Was it possible for him to fall in love with Taehyung more than he already is? Maybe it is. Maybe it is possible when you know that love.. knows no boundaries. Theirs don’t.

Taehyung looks like he’s finally at peace, Jungkook feels love rushing in his body everytime Taehyung would just as much entwine his fingers with Jungkook’s. His smoldering gazes, shy glances when he’s busy talking with others but his eyes are fixed on his Angel.

Jungkook’s happy, but he’s also frustrated. Happy because Taehyung wants to move at a slow pace, he wants Jungkook to be comfortable, and happy. He protects his heart and respects his feelings.

But also, frustrated because his body craves for Taehyung’s touch. He gets so, undoubtedly. But it’s more out of sheer adoration than the hot desire that courses in Jungkook’s veins.

He wanted Taehyung’s arms around him, holding him fiercely. He wants Taehyung to go feral, he wants to feel the vampire, skin to skin, in him. Their bodies and souls to blend together. He craves those hungry stares which he was able to earn this evening.

He wants more. More of Taehyung. He’s ready to take the step. He’s been ready because it’s Taehyung. And Taehyung would never hurt him. In any way.

The evening passes with Jungkook lost in his thoughts, the guests slowly decreasing in number after Taehyung and Jungkook have announced their bonding will commence soon.

“My love,” Taehyung almost shivered as the words echoes in his ears, “let’s go home.” he thinks, the hottest thing he had ever heard is Jungkook muttering those words with his raspy voice.

And Taehyung knows well, he /feels/ the lust and desire that drips from that voice, he’s been waiting. Waiting for Jungkook to take one step so he could take two and feel his love more intimately.

So he waits no longer in the manor. They bid their farewell to the others quickly and Taehyung’s stepping on the gas hurriedly.

They reach the mansion, their /home/ in no time. Jungkook, very obviously, was unable to keep his hands to himself. The Angel’s been teasing his lover the entire car ride, grinding himself sensually slowly over Taehyung’s obvious hard-on.

Taehyung has to thank the heavens because they reached home without getting into an accident, if he ignores stepping on the brake a couple of times, growling and pinching Jungkook’s waist harshly with a futile attempt to control the Angel’s raging passionate desire.

The moment the door clicks shut behind him, Jungkook feels the familiar quickening of his heartbeats, the vampire’s hands already clutching his clothes and eyes asking for permission which he receives instantaneously.

God! He doesn’t even need to ask because Jungkook’s been so needy the whole evening. He was literally grinding himself on Taehyung’s crotch yet here is, asking for permission to undress him.

“Tae! I want you— need you, love.” Jungkook breathes out, hands hastily unbuttoning Taehyung’s shirt and piling it up somewhere in the room.

Taehyung chuckles, his hands gliding across the Angel’s sides, a teasing yet hungry glint shining in his eyes, “Patience, my Angel. Look at you, so needy, so whiny.” His hooded, red eyes gaze back at the Angel’s luminous silver irises.

He cups Taehyung’s face, and brushes his fingertips at his temples and down the back of his neck. There’s naked hunger, raw want in his eyes and Taehyung swears he’s never seen something so.. crude, so unrefined, ever in his life.

Taehyung parts the Angel’s lips with his thumb, claiming Jungkook’s lips and the latter just melts against the vampire, his arms tightening around Taehyung’s shoulders and a lewd, unfiltered noise thrilling from the back of his throat.

The vampire hums in the kiss, pleased, delighted with the obscene sound that his lover just let out, he swipes his tongue across Jungkook’s soft lips and thrusts the soft flesh inside to taste him. Jungkook keens again and Taehyung could feel him painfully hard against his thigh.

The strangled hunger, the obvious want roars through him and he tilts Jungkook’s head to deepen the kiss as he presses himself over the Angel. “More— wanna feel you more.” Jungkook’s moans, rubbing himself over Taehyung’s erection.

Of course, he does. He wants more. He needs more. He’ll never have enough of Taehyung, though he has the vampire completely for himself. Not enough, he’s not satiated.

Weeks of being so close yet so far from each other, months of longing and separation clogs his throat, makes his skin itch. So yes, he wants more.

Taehyung trails wet kisses from the Angel’s jaw to his ear, basking in the faint scent of his cologne along with the familiar natural scent the Angel emits. “Mark me, fuck! Want you to leave your marks on me, Tae.” Jungkook murmurs, and Taehyung’s cock twitches under his pants.

There’s something about Jungkook asking — no, scratch that— demanding, and voicing out what he wants. Wanting Taehyung’s marks on him makes the vampire hiss as a rush of pre-cum shoots down his glans.

He feels his shorts dampening under the pants, Taehyung bites the Angel, gently at first, just below his ear, his teeth grazing and scraping the skin softly.

Jungkook lets out a gasp as the vampire finally sinks his teeth a little harder, letting out a low moan. “Oh, shit! Taehyung!” Taehyung halts momentarily, the voice, the moan sounds so fucking blissful to his ear, he lets himself drown in euphoria.

Unable to control the raging rush of desire in his veins, he tears the Angel’s corset apart, the lace making a screeching, tearing sound as it rips apart into pieces.

A crevice just beside Jungkook’s throat is right below his lips, the small hollow between the angles of his collarbone and Taehyung leans in quickly, presses a kiss there, and then licks,

nibbles and sucks it hard, leaves his marks while Jungkook bucks his hips against the vampire. “A-ah—.. Tae! Feels— feels so good, want your lips, everywhere one me. Please.” Taehyung smirks, lifting the Angel in his arms and carrying him to the bed.

Jungkook pulls him down with himself, claiming the vampire’s lips in a hungry kiss. The mob boss pushes him back, his lips now travelling south, sucking his way from the Angel’s jaw to his neck,

painting red and purple blooms across the way until he reaches Jungkook’s perked up nubs. He then takes one of Jungkook’s nipples into his mouth, tasting the pink, salty with sweat yet sweet as nectar bud, and flicks his tongue

over the rising flesh while Jungkook writhes under him. Taehyung drags his teeth across, then bites down. The Angel arches his back with a cry, and clamps his hands on his lover’s shoulders.

Taehyung snakes an arm around the Angel’s waist and alternates slow, rough licking with sucking bites until the nipple is red and swollen in his hot mouth. He switches to the other nipple for a while, eliciting more gasps and unfiltered moans in response.

And with all honesty, he’s sure he doesn’t want anything more in his life. “More. Want more. Want all of you, Tae.” Jungkook cries, his hands fumbling with the vampire’s flyer as he frantically assists his lover in shimmying out of those restraining fabrics.

His mouthy little self suddenly feels shy when Taehyung does the same to him. They’ve seen each other naked, multiple times, even in these weeks since he’s returned. But this— there’s something so intimate yet so pure and tender.

The way Taehyung looks at him, eyes swimming with love and unquenching desire, “You’re so perfect, my love.” Taehyung mutters, unable to control his emotions at the sight underneath him.

“Can I— I- want to taste you. There.” Jungkook murmurs in a low voice, his eyes shut and lips parted, fingers curled around the vampire’s flushed member.

Taehyung looks at him with wide blown eyes, did he just— how the fuck is he supposed to keep himself calm when Jungkook just suggested that. “You— you sure? You don’t have to, Angel—” “I want to. Please.”

The vampire breathes deeply, and then shifts their position so that he’s now lying with his back rested on the mattress. Jungkook kisses him on the lips once, before he drags his tongue from the vampire’s neck to his abdomen and finally to the leaking glans.

He gulps hard at the sight and then darts his tongue around it. The Angel plants a few kittenish licks and then he’s sucking the whole erection, inch by inch into his mouth with an obscene slurp. Cheeks hollowed, eyes glassy, the sight is so, so sinfully beautiful.

So fucking ravishing that Taehyung finds himself breathing out a lewd moan, his eyes rolling back at the sensation. “Oh, fuck! Angel—..” Taehyung breathes out as the Angel’s tongue presses against the throbbing veins of his cock,

the heat and wet pressure engulfing his whole length as Jungkook takes him whole deep down his throat. The fact that Jungkook didn’t have a gag reflex is extremely plausible.

Arousal rushes in his veins and heat pools in his stomach, he feels the sudden urge, the need to ruin his Angel, make him speechless with his cock, “Angel, nnghhh— You’re doing so good, baby. Fuck! I wanna do something—”

Jungkook hums on his cock with an indecent swirling slide and Taehyung feels that vibration thrumming in his entire body. He sucks in his breath through his teeth. Taehyung fists a handful of Jungkook’s hair and thrusts roughly in his mouth,

the beauty chokes a couple of times but then matches the vampire’s pace. He bobs his head up and down while Taehyung fastens his thrusts, deep throating the Angel.

“Shit! C’mere!” Taehyung asserts and pulls the beauty in his arms again, “sit on my face, ass over my mouth and continue your work, yeah?” He growls and Jungkook swallows a thick lump before complying pliantly.

He adjusts himself just right so his pucker is right above the vampire’s welcoming lips, while he leans down, arches his back and takes Taehyung in his mouth again.

A shriek slips past his lips at the feeling of Taehyung’s tongue circling around his rim, teasing his gaping hole and then he licks a thick stripe over the cleft of the Angel’s ass.

Jungkook hisses, head hanging low and his grip on Taehyung’s erection tightening as he calms his frantic heartbeats. He, once again, dives in, gathering enough courage to take the vampire’s entire length in his mouth and continues sucking him off,

gasping and moaning over the member everytime Taehyung thrusts his tongue, circles it inside his pucker to slurp that ridiculously sweet spot. They move their heads, their lips and tongue languorously, mirroring each other’s movements.

Taehyung parts his asscheeks with one hand while rubbing circles over Jungkook’s back soothingly, then he kisses the pucker once again, pulling out his tongue.

Jungkook whines at the emptiness but he’s again relieved when Taehyung huffs warm breath and prods his tongue without any warning in his cavern, his finger then rubs right above the opening, Jungkook nods, as if already understanding the meaning behind the action.

The mob boss then pushes his finger inside, his tongue sliding in and out of the Angel, and there it was again— the high pitched, unfiltered groan from the back of Jungkook’s throat which could make

Taehyung nearly come just at the mere sound of it and the way he feels Jungkook’s tight walls clenching over his tongue and finger. Fucking hell! How bad he wants this moment to freeze and just feel Jungkook’s hole gasping around his mouth!

Jungkook’s panting over his body, tears rolling down his face, he's already near his release, “Tae— fuck! I’m— gonna cum.” He breathlessly cries, his cock throbbing and precum oozing out, veins popping angrily.

“Go ahead, Angel. Make a mess on me, c’mon.” Taehyung soothes his hack with one hand while he pushes the finger of his other hand deeper, adding another one and that seems to break Jungkook’s resolve.

The Angel shoots out thick, hot ribbons of cum under him, all over Taehyung’s chest and abdomen. Taehyung halts under him, head thrown back under the pillow, feeling the warmth from Jungkook’s release seep into him, he withdraws his finger out,

letting the Angel lie on the bed now, his chest heaving, face flushed and stained with tears. Jungkook has his eyes closed, the aftereffects of his orgasm hitting him and he almost shudders when the vampire’s cold hand wraps around his skin.

When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is his lover’s leaking erection, and Jungkook takes the opportunity when he sees one. “Angel— you don’t have to.” Taehyung breathes out but his hands instinctively reach into Jungkook’s hair, guiding him.

“I released, you didn’t. Not fair.” The Angel mumbles before he wraps his lips around the erection, a few moments later he feels the head of Taehyung’s cock swelling in his mouth, right in his throat as he groans around it.

The cherub doubles his pace on Taehyung’s magnificent cock, moving his head faster, while Taehyung positions him again and angles his fingers to enter the Angel’s pucker again.

“Shit! Baby— I’m gonna cum!” Taehyung exclaims and oh how badly he wishes that Jungkook won’t pull out so he could fill his throat with his cum. The vampire’s chest swells when Jungkook does exactly as he wished—

he grips Taehyung’s thighs and hollows his cheeks even more, milking his lover dry and swallowing every last drop of his warm fluid. Jungkook’s sure with the way the vampire grips his thighs in his hand while he is shamelessly

finger-fucking and thrusting his tongue in and out of him, it’ll surely leave bruises. But Jungkook could care less. Hell! He wants those bruises. He fucking crave those bruises.

Taehyung keeps working his fingers, adding one and then two of them more so that three of his digits were inside Jungkook’s spasming arse. Going knuckles deep, scissoring him open, oh so skillfully.

His jaw aching, eyes filled with amusement and absolute pleasure until finally Jungkook taps his legs, signalling to him that he’s ready. Their members stand tall and proud yet again, blood rushing hotly in their veins, erecting it so easily even if they just came minutes ago.

Taehyung switches their position, unable to control his urge to look at the Angel’s fucked up state. He maneuvers himself around and presses Jungkook over the bed, a deep sigh and aroused rumble threatening to escape his throat at the sight underneath him.

The angel’s hair is rumpled and sticking on his forehead, his cheeks rosy, lips swollen and parted slightly, chest heaving. A sheen of sweat covers his skin, illuminating his already ethereal skin even more, making him appear exquisitely celestial.

What makes his chest swell with pride is the lousy yet bright smile on his red lips. Jungkook looks happier than Taehyung had ever seen him. He looks satisfied and pleased. And the sight of a happy Jungkook is more than enough to keep Taehyung warm at any time.

Taehyung knows, he’s established this fact that Jungkook at his happiest, that too because of him, is just about the most glorious sight he ever has, and will ever behold. “I love you,” The vampire discants, unable and most certainly unwilling to restrain himself.

“And I love you so much more.” Jungkook replies and pulls him in a kiss, cupping his face in both hands. Taehyung presses them together more tightly, rocking his hips against Jungkook’s, and slips his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth.

Their lips slot together, low hums and soft moans being exchanged in the kiss as their tongues engage in a frantic, filthy dance, tasting themselves from the other’s mouth. Taehyung rumbles in his mouth, months of yearning and longing finally coming to gratification.

He loops his arm around Jungkook’s waist, roughly rutting against him, kissing and biting the beauty’s mouth, lips then travelling to his jaw and neck. The taste of Jungkook and that sweet, hot friction makes him want to dig his nails in,

sink his fangs in Jungkook’s skin, make him moan and scream in pleasure. “Tae— Need you, love. Wan— wanna feel you in me , please.” Jungkook cries with a particularly lascivious roll of his hips. “Make love to me, show me love.”

Taehyung freezes. Love. ‘Show me love.’ ‘Make love to me.’ Those words ring in his ears, his skin prickles as goosebumps rise on his arms, Taehyung looks— bewildered. “Angel—..” he breathes out.

Fucking hell! Jungkook looks so beautiful— his lips swollen, his exquisite eyes dark with pure need and want. He averts his gaze when he notices Taehyung not making any move, suddenly feeling insecure and ashamed of voicing it out,

he dares mumbles his next words, not wanting to hear any answers, “You— Don’t you want to? You love me right?” His tone changes from lewd to insecure in a moment and Taehyung hates himself for doing this to his Angel.

God! If only Jungkook knew he’s /dying/ to do so. To make love to him. To show him his love. Taehyung snaps out of his trance, cursing under his breath for making Jungkook feel insecure and so small about wanting something so obvious,

something he knows he’ll give it to him without even asking! “Angel.. baby, of course I want to.” he speaks with an assuring manner, “I was just too.. stunned to speak. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear these words, my love.”

He resumes the salacious, sinful movements of his hips, his cock sliding against Jungkook’s, “Feel it? Y’see how hard I am? It’s for you, it’s ‘coz of you, Angel. Of course I want to.” Taehyung kisses him reassuringly— a deep, wet kiss, hot and messy

which leaves Jungkook whining and chasing his lips, his body shuddering and thrilling in anticipation. His pucker gasps around the cold air, and Taehyung grunts, grabbing the Angel’s legs and placing them over his shoulder, kissing both his ankles lovingly

before pushing three of his slicked fingers in again. “o-oh.. fuck!!” Jungkook screams at the sudden intrusion and breathes deeply, unfurling himself, welcoming Taehyung’s fingers inside with a deep sigh and a sudden burst of tears.

He then grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer, pouring a generous amount of the cold liquid on his aching member, slicking it all, ready to slide in his beauty’s hole.

He enters slowly, pushing only half of his length inside at first and lets Jungkook adjust to it.

They’ve done it before, but this— this whole scenario, the feelings that flood through them makes it feel as if it’s the first time they’ve felt each other so closely, so intimately.

Jungkook writhes under him as he pushes the remaining length inside, his thick girth being engulfed in the tight, warm walls of the Angel’s arse. “F-fuck! S-so tight, baby.”

The vampire grunts, his lips instantly latching over Jungkook’s neck while he rubs soothing circles over the Angel’s skin. Taehyung feels so perfect inside him, his girth stretching him just right, filling his cavern oh so perfectly.

He looks up to see Taehyung’s eyes, which were staring back at him with wonder and utmost tenderness and love swimming in them. “You good, my precious?” Taehyung whispers.

Jungkook circles his palm over his lover’s biceps with a strong, reassuring grip. “Perfect.” He answers with a strained, trembling voice. The Angel clasps Taehyung’s hand securely, to never, ever let go. “You can m-move now, love.”

The vampire then begins to move. The first slow, shallow strokes serving as a blessed intimation of the glories and flames to come, which are about to ignite Jungkook’s every nerve.

It was obvious, Taehyung is purposely taking his time, slowly and gradually opening Jungkook further with every leisurely thrust, his salacious hips adding more pleasure and the slightest pain that makes Jungkook roll his eyes.

“Tae— feels— feels so good—.. nnghh..” he breathes out, his feet clasping around Taehyung’s neck, a gesture to urge him to go deeper. “So needy, Angel.” Taehyung hisses and moves more forcefully, faster for a while and then slowing down again,

maintaining and then building the intensity of his thrusts but never letting Jungkook climb too high. He’s tormenting and satisfying his precious at once. Jungkook, too drunk and dazed with need, rolls his hips to gain friction, riling his lover even more.

Taehyung leans back with a smirk on his face, his eyes shining with mirth and Jungkook’s lips are twitched in a teasing smile too. “Aren’t you being so.. ribald today, my precious? Teasing me like this so I go harder, aren’t you?”

Taehyung asserts, his fingers now sinfully rolling and tracing the veins of Jungkook’s flushed member. The Angel shrugs, “Maybe? Maybe I am— ahh fuck!” He’s abruptly cut off when Taehyung pulls out his member completely only to ram it back with a harsh force,

making Jungkook writhe and scream in response. “Mouthy little brat.” Taehyung growls and kisses him, shoving his tongue deep down the Angel’s throat, “Y'know what brats get? Brats get punishment, baby.”

He rolls his hips roughly and his glans hit the bundle of nerves over Jungkook’s prostate, a sudden electric jolt of pleasure that makes every muscle in the beauty’s body clench.

Jungkook throws his head back, toes curling and hands fisting the sheets under him, “There! Y-yes, do it again, Tae.” Taehyung complies, forgetting the fact that he’s supposed to punish his Angel.

Because he knows that a bratty and happy Jungkook is more pleasing to him. Because Jungkook’s pleasure is his biggest achievement. So he complies again. And again.

“Don’t stop! Yes, like that! Harder— you can go faster, love.” Taehyung fastens his pace, picking up a steady rhythm now, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Jungkook matches his movements and their skins slap together.

Lewd, obscene sounds of skin slapping and unfiltered moans and groans fill the vicinity, sending a wave of astonishing pleasure spread through his entire body.

“Like this? You love this, don’t you, Angel? Loving how well my cock fills you up, hm?” Taehyung rumbles, his voice rough, and hands holding the Angel’s legs securely. “Ahh yes! I-I love it, Tae. F-feels so good.” Jungkook whimpers under him, body shaking with spasm after spasm,

his voice hoarse from the repeated cries he could not contain. “Gonna cum— Tae- I’m gonna—” “Yeah? Let’s do it together, hm?” Taehyung’s close too, his thrusts become languid, cock swelling inside the Angel’s tight opening,

he rams even harder now, eyes shut tight with pure bliss, hand squeezing Jungkook’s thighs. Jungkook, already feeling drowsy, rolls his hips as much as he can, and Taehyung lets out the most fascinating groan.

His back now arched and his long, lean, lovely torso, splattered with sweat and Jungkook’s dried cum on display. The Angels unconsciously moans at the sight. It sure as hell is the most erotic, most amorous thing Jungkook had ever laid his eyes on.

Taehyung pushes himself hard inside him, trembling as he leans down for a kiss while he spills his load inside the Angel. Jungkook surges forward, claiming his mouth ravenously, stroking his tongue, wanting to consume him from the inside.

And with a loud cry, he releases his own cum, spilling it all over his and Taehyung’s chest and torso, coming untouched for the second time this night.

“You did so well, my precious. So perfect for me.” Taehyung soothes his lower abdomen, while his lips plant fluttery kisses all over Jungkook’s face.

They stay beside each other, reeking of sex and sweat and their faint body scents, basking in the euphoric sensation that runs in their veins.

- ends here- cw// mentions of blood and blood drinking

After a while, the Angel turns around slightly, facing his lover who’s already looking at him with a fond gaze, “Tae— let’s do it. I-I think I want to do it now.”

Taehyung halts, his breathing hitches the moment Jungkook utters those words. Because he knows the implication behind them.

Do it. Form the sire bond. Become eternal mates. Heat pools in his stomach once again and he looks— inspects Jungkook’s face for any hesitance but he finds none. The Angel has a soft smile on his face and his eyes are determined.

Fuck! If only he could see how fucking ecstatic Taehyung is right now. “You sure, Angel? We can wait for the full moon, y’know.” Taehyung still suggests, eyeing his love’s state. He’s breathing heavily, eyes still hooded. Fatigue taking over him.

But the vampire also knows the moment they form the sire bond, his energy will multiply tenfold, and it’ll be dangerous to satiate and curb Jungkook’s hunger and quench his thirst. He’s here for it, to guide him and give everything Jungkook will need.

He’s here. He’ll always be here. For Jungkook. Anything for Jungkook. His one true love. “mhm. I’m sure of us, you’ll help me, right? You— you’ll take care of me, right?” The cherub asks in a low voice, tracing circles over his lover’s chest.

And of-fucking-course, Taehyung will. He’d do anything for Jungkook, he’d get him those fucking moon and stars if Jungkook asked! He plants a delicate peck on the Angel’s knuckles, “of course I will, my love. Just tell me if it gets too much, yeah?”

Jungkook’s eyes shine with excitement and anticipation, “I’ll be the first Angel-Vampire!!” He squeals and slaps his palm on his mouth in embarrassment. Taehyung shakes his head, eyes dripping with pure bliss and adoration for his one true love.

“I love you.” He mutters and kisses Jungkook deeply once more before tilting the Angel’s neck, his lips pressing against the skin he’s about to dig his fangs in. Jungkook clutches on his back,

his nails digging in Taehyung’s skin and eyes fluttering close as the vampire's fangs slowly sink in his neck. Blood oozes out and Taehyung laps his tongue, sucks the sanguine fluid with obscene, lewd sounds. His lips vibrating and sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

Jungkook’s veins throb with fret and anticipation, muscles spasming and breathing heavy. The Angel’s nails scrape at his back, forming deep red lines of scratches and his body starts going limp. “Breathe, Angel. Just a lil more, ‘s gonna be fine.”

Taehyung mutters over skin, lapping his tongue and wiping the drop of blood that accumulates on Jungkook’s skin. He sucks the puncture again, sharp fangs breaking in his skin— almost like needle pricking just a bit harshly.

Heat spreads from his neck, traveling towards the tips of Jungkook’s fingers and the ends of his toes, a tingling sensation being the telltale of his body’s reaction. His eyes start getting heavy, feeling light headed with the loss of blood.

A whine escapes his lips when Taehyung finally stops his ministration and plants feather-light kisses on the puncture. The Angel buries his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck as he hugs the vampire and clings onto him tightly.

“You did so well, my love. So. fucking. perfect.” The vampire king softly whispers, peppering soothing kisses all over Jungkook’s neck and face, “Breathe. Take deep breaths and tell me when you’re ready, hm?” His back now pressed against the mattress and his lover

cuddled up to his chest. He cards his fingers through the beauty’s hair, calming his senses and rubbing encouraging circles over the dip of his spine. It takes a moment or so for Jungkook to look up at him, breathing still heavy but irises flickering with silver tinge.

This was all confirmation Taehyung needed. He lets Jungkook kiss him, lets him dominate the kiss, thrust his tongue hungrily inside Taehyung’s mouth and then pricks his neck, letting a drop of blood ooze out of his skin. “Dig in, my love. I’ll tell you when to stop, ‘kay?”

The Angel nods, licking his lips and gulping hard before he latches his mouth on the side of the vampire’s throat. The first few drops taste metallic, as if he’s tasting iron— he winces at the taste for a split second but the next instant,

Jungkook’s humming and moaning as he tastes his own blood mixed with the one he loves. He hungrily laps his tongue, lips making lewd sucking noise as he slurps the sweet fluid and gulps it down his throat.

A newfound thrill, excitement and bliss gushes in him like jolts of electricity passing through his nerves, he feels himself going hard and Taehyung’s no better. He’s moaning and grunting under him, fingers weaving the Angel’s sweaty locks and encouraging him to continue.

He only stops when he, himself, feels satiated. His lips stained red, a small red spot painted with the vampire’s blood now rests on the corner of his mouth. Taehyung curses loudly and pulls him in a passionate kiss, both men tasting of love and passion to each other.

Taehyung kisses his palm, before placing it right above his chest, Jungkook’s eyes widen when he feels it. The first ‘thump’ of the vampire’s heart, the warm gush of blood flowing and pumping inside it. “Feel it? It beats because of you and it beats for you, my precious.”

“This— oh god! This is so— so exciting!!” Jungkook exclaims, his lips leaving wet kisses over Taehyung’s throat and fingers rubbing over the vampire’s nape.

Taehyung hums, his throat releasing a distinctive sound rather than a humming, soft noise and they both momentarily pause, “Did you— did you just /purr/?” Jungkook asks, his jaw dropped and eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight.

The vampire scratches his neck in embarrassment but nods nonetheless, his cheeks dusted with the slightest shade of pink as a faint blush adorns his cheeks. The Angel excitedly shifts closer, now rubbing his nose at the junction of Taehyung’s neck and earlobe.

His action elicits another soft purr from the vampire, a low thrum vibrating over the Angel’s skin and Jungkook squeals— screeches and giggles, continuing his teasing until Taehyung gives up and pins him on the bed.

“Aren’t you being so naughty, my love? Making me purr as if I can’t make you do the same?” His voice is low, raspy and breathy. Eyes flashing crimson red as he stares back at the Angel- his sire’s silver ones.

Jungkook loops his arms around the vampire’s neck, pulling him close, “mhm.. I am. I have all the rights to be, my love.” “You’re lucky I love you.” Taehyung smiles at him, pecking his nose and rubbing his finger over the mark on Jungkook’s neck.

“I know. I’m the luckiest because you love me. You made me see what true love is, Tae. I love you so much.” Jungkook replies with glassy eyes, lips trembling slightly but Taehyung’s not having it. No. Jungkook can’t cry. Not on Taehyung’s watch!

He kisses the Angel’s eyes, his forehead and his face, finally planting a chaste kiss on his beloved Angel’s lips. “Sleep now. Your body will need rest to adjust to the changes after tonight.”

As if on cue, a yawn slips past the Angel’s lips, Taehyung chuckles and quickly cleans them up with a warm, damp cloth, not bothering to shower and giving in to Jungkook’s pleas of sleeping 'intimately' together.

He pulls the duvet over them once Jungkook has snuggled close to his bare chest, his hand now caressing his love’s tresses while Jungkook huffs out deep breaths over his chest, long lashes fanning his pretty cheekbones, lips morphed into a deep pout,

already tired and passed out in deep slumber. Later that night when Jungkook wakes up abruptly with his limbs tangled with the one who made me believe in love, the one who destroyed the walls around his heart and the one whom he loves so deeply, so truly—

Jungkook couldn’t help but tear up and thank the heavens for sending him back to his love, his home. He couldn’t help but sniffle for a while, basking in the feeling of Taehyung’s heart beating in-sync with his own.

He couldn’t help but press his lips over Taehyung’s, who’s sleeping soundly, cheeks squished against the pillow but his arm secured around Jungkook’s waist tightly.

He couldn’t help but realise he’d willingly give away the strings to love and let his emotions control him like a Marionette. Because love heals, love gives. Taehyung’s love heals. And he couldn’t help but shed a few happy tears because— Because—

❝He found in his haven, what he couldn't in heaven.❞

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ fin ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

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final wc for twt version of Marionette. this is the longest fic i've ever written in the past six months of my journey as a writer. thank you for loving Marionette. p.s. the ao3 vers. will obv be longer skhsksjd

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