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Jungkook didn't want to go back to Busan to his father's place. It had been two weeks since his mother had passed away. The pain was unbearable and he wasn't ready to pack up all of his stuff from Seoul and go back to Busan like nothing had even happened. His parents had divorced when he was 15 and he had moved with his mother to Seoul, where he finished high school and was currently studying art at Seoul University.

The transfer applications to the university in Busan had already been completed by his father, but Jungkook was having a hard time letting go of everything in Seoul. It's not like he had much, it was just him and his mom. He had some acquaintances at school, but he wasn't a very social person. Seoul and his mother were home to him. He tried not thinking about all of the memories he had, the wounds were far too fresh for him.

Jungkook had been sitting in the backseat when it happened. He had a late class at university, and his mother had come to pick him up after her shift at the hospital. He would have usually sat in the front seat, but it was currently occupied by a painting Jungkook had finished in class that day. They were crossing over the Hangang bridge when a car collided with theirs and his mother lost control over the wheel, their car skidding from the bridge into the water below.

Jungkook had woken up in the hospital the next morning, confusion surrounding him. He had a gruesome headache and could only whine at the bright lights present in the room, blinding him. As his eyes started gaining more focus, he saw a figure walking around his hospital room.

"Mom?" he croaked, his throat feeling like sandpaper.

As the figure walked over to him, Jungkook could tell it wasn't his mother, but a regular nurse tending to him. The nurse took his hands into her own and gave him a sad smile. He knew what it meant. He wished he hadn't woken up.

The funeral was held a week later in Busan. Jungkook didn't cry. He held back his tears while his father clung to him, tears staining his own cheeks, mourning his ex-wife. Jungkook felt empty, just like he knew she was now. An empty shell of meat and bones which used to be his whole life. She was still beautiful, even if all of the color that used to stain her round cheeks had dissapeared. Was there actually a point to anything in life? Life always loves fucking you over. It had it's own sick, twisted game of taking away anything you've once loved, one by one. It was a harsh reality to him that nothing lasts forever. He cried himself to sleep every night, and was devoid of any emotion during the days.

He left back to Seoul after the funeral, promising his father that once he had gathered his life from Seoul he would come back to continue university in Busan. When he got back home, he sat on his mother's empty bed and let the nothingness take him. His childhood friend Jimin kept trying to reach him, but Jungkook could only stare at the ringing phone. He would see him soon, Jimin went to the University in Busan too. He didn't want anyone's pity, he just wanted his mother. He tuned out the ringing currently booming from his device and settled on threading his hands between the sheets of his mother's covers. He could still smell her, but he knew the sweet aromas of cherry would soon be forgotten and her scent was never coming back. That's what has worst for Jungkook. She was still everywhere, in his memories, in their house, in Seoul and even back in Busan. He wanted to forget the pain, but he didn't want to let go.

A week later, Jungkook decided it was time for him to go to Busan, he knew his father needed him too.


Jungkook had finally settled back into his old room on the second-floor of his dad's townhouse. He had some of his favourite anime posters hung up on his wall, and his gaming computer already setup with the overwatch logo circling the screen. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. It felt familiar. Maybe he'd eventually feel like this could be home too.

Jimin must know I'm back in Busan. His phone had been blowing up and he finally decided to entertain the persistant elder boy.

"Jungkookie!" The elder yelled into his phone.

"Jiminie, how are you?" Jungkook answered with a small grin.

"Yah, I'll be there in a minute, we'll talk then."

"There? Here? You're coming over?" Jungkook asked the elder in confusion.

The line started beeping and Jungkook realised Jimin had hanged up on him. He clucked his tongue, figures, Jimin was always the impatient one.

As promised, Jimin was banging at the front door a minute later.

"Kookieee, let me in you brat, I know you're in there!" Jimin was hollering from the other side of the door.

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, a pink-haired figure pounced on him. "Do you know how much I missed you, you jerk?" Jimin asked while straddling Jungkook on the ground, pinning his hands above his head so that the younger couldn't escape. Jimin was 16 when Jungkook had left. Now with the elder being 20, Jungkook could register how well Jimin grew into his features. When they were younger, Jimin's features seemed a bit too big or a bit too small for his face, but now, his face seemed to have found a perfect balance. Big eyes and lips, with a small button nose and wavy hair were all suffocating Jungkook's peripheral vision. "We havn't seen each other in four years. You weren't answering your phone so I decided to come and teach you a lesson in person on how it's not polite to ignore your bestfriend." Jimin gives Jungkook a light slap on the cheek.

"Was that your lesson?" Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Jimin responds with a glare, which soon turns into a huge smile. Jimin finally releases his hold on Jungkook and both of the boys stand up. The younger's space was soon invaded again as the elder pulls him into a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you so much Jungkookie, welcome back." Jimin mumbles into Jungkook's chest.

"I missed you too, hyung."

"You've become so handsome, I'm so sad I missed you going from your awkward phase right into adulthood." Jimin pouted. "You've grown up too Jiminie, except for those chubby cheeks of yours." Jungkook responds cheekily, pinching Jimin's cheeks between his fingers.

"Aish, you brat, atleast your personality hasn't changed. Let's go to your room, we have alot of catching up to do."



They had been talking for the past couple of hours, catching up on all the time they had lost being apart. Jungkook was resting against the headboard of his bed with Jimin's head in his lap. Jimin suddenly shrieked and slapped Jungkook's thigh excitedly. "What the fuck, hyung?" Jungkook exclaims, wincing at the sudden impact of the slap.

"Ohmigosh- oh sorry Kookie- Ohmigosh Kookie, Kookie, I forgot to tell you!" Jimin was bouncing up and down on his knees now, making the poor springs in Jungkook's mattress creak, while roughly shaking the younger ones shoulders. He then proceeds to whip the cushion from behind Jungkook's back and tear it open. Jungkook stared in horror.

"Did you literally just rip apart my only pillow? Honestly you better have a good fucking excuse or I'm not talking to you for another four years again." Jungkook tongues at his cheek, a habit he picked up when he gets annoyed.

Jimin ignores the younger's complaints, busy spreading the feathers from the pillow onto Jungkook's bed.

"And now you're also messing up my room? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Be quiet." Jimin says silently, but his tone makes Jungkook snap his jaw closed and stare at the elder who was still busy setting up the feathers. Jimin seemed to have finished with his placements, as he lifts his gaze up to Jungkook's, giving him an unreadable expression, maybe nervousness?

"Don't freak out, okay Kookie?"

The elder then closes his eyes and stays silent. Jungkook was just about to ask the other what he was doing, when he sees one of the feathers on the bed slowly start to rise up. Jimin was sitting cross-legged, with his hands in front of him, slowly rotating his wrists, as if he were channeling something upwards. One by one, the feathers started rising up into the air, circling around Jimin and Jungkook. It was a breathtaking view, but it was hard for Jungkook to concentrate on them, confused beyond his mind on what was going on.

"Wha-" He whispers.

"Im a witch, Jungkookie" Jimin smiles shyly.

"What, like Harry Potter?" This earns Jungkook a slap on the forehead. "Don't be daft, Kookie." Jimin responds, looking offended. "When I turned 18, I guess that's when I got my powers. You were away and I didn't want to just call and be like 'hey haha look I'm a witch ' so I had to wait until you came back. I can do other stuff than just levitate feathers, but its a cool trick." Jimin beams.

"A witch.. wow. I mean holy shit Jimin, that's alot to take in. Your family?"

"Yup, dad's a witch too. I kinda freaked out when I turned 18. I was so excited, I made the flames from the candles on the cake shoot up to the roof. Parents had some explaining to do after that." Jimin giggled.

"Does it mean that there's other supernatural things out there?" Jungkook asks curiously. Jimin nodded eagerly in response.

"Yeah, apparently theres all kinds of things out there. I guess something like a goblin would be pretty easy to recognise, but for example vampires get past pretty undetected."

"Vampires?" Jungkook asks, his brown doe-eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Jimin giggled again. "Don't worry Kookie, I'll protect you, my little bunny-boy." 

They sit in silence for a moment, Jimin letting Jungkook process all of the new information. Jimin hadn't asked Jungkook how he was holding up. He didn't give him pitiful eyes or overbearing physical comfort. Instead, he gave Jungkook a distraction from his empty feelings, and the younger one had never been more grateful to have Jimin as his best friend.

"Okay now that I'm over it, do the feather thing again?" Jungkook grins.




It was Monday, Jungkook's first day at his new university in Busan. He wasn't particularly nervous, he had Jimin; even though the elder was in a different department, they could meet up for lunch. Jungkook decided to wear his trusted black bucket hat, hoping that prying eyes wouldn't recognise him as a new student and try initiating a conversation. He wore black ripped jeans and a big black sweater with his black bomber jacket, glasses perched up on his nose. He'd give them to Jimin later so that he could get some live-action Harry Potter roleplaying. Jimin would probably snap the younger's glasses because of his offer, but it was worth it to Jungkook. Teasing Jimin had become a new mission in his life. The only things that contrasted Jungkook's dark outfit were his brown Timberlands and the multiple silver hoops decorating his ears. His dark-brown hair was smushed against against his forehead, small strands poking out underneath his bucket hat.

He cringed internally when he realised he had been assigned someone to show him around the campus. An orange-haired boy walks up to him, a small bounce in his step, and enthusiastically shakes Jungkook's hand.

"Jungkook right?" Jungkook nods dumbly in response. "My name's Jung Hoseok, but my friends call be Hobi, I'll be your guide today!" The boy was all smiles. Before Jungkook can even respond, Hoseok is dragging him along the corridors, heading to the art department.

"I heard you're from Seoul. I know Busan isn't as big of a city, but there's still loads to do here." The elder was chattering endlessly about extra-curricular activities, oblivious to the fact that Jungkook wouldn't want to participate in any of it. "Here's the art department, I'm sure you can make it from here." Hoseok grins. Doesn't his jaw start to ache from all that smiling holy shit, Jungkook thinks. "I'm good friends with Jimin, we are both majoring in dance, so I'll see the two of you at lunch." Hoseok continues, lightly squeezing Jungkook's shoulder before heading off, greeting everyone he sees on his way back.

His first class was uneventful, art history was always a bore. He gave an obligatory introduction to his class, not really paying any attention towards his classmates, and stayed put right at the front, the closest seat he could find next to the door. He spent the class doodling on his notebook, mind reeling empty like it had ever since the incident. A small smile crept up his lips when he thought about Jimin and his witchiness. Even the guide, Hoseok, had somehow made it into Jungkook's lonely thoughts. Maybe they could be friends, too.

After getting lost for the third time, Jungkook eventually found the cafeteria. Jimin and Hoseok were seated at one of the tables in the middle, waving and whistling to Jungkook so he couldn't miss them. God they're embarrassing, he chuckled. He grabbed a burger and a banana milk and strode off towards his friends. Before he could sit, Jimin had already enveloped him into a bear-hug. Jungkook scrunched up his nose. He could deal with small amounts of skinship, but Jimin was a figure who was constantly trying to maximise contact. After Hoseok pulled Jimin off, giving Jungkook a sympathetic smile, the three of them started chattering about their classes.

Nothing had changed, but Jungkook could feel it.

His eyes flickered towards the entrance of the cafeteria, from where two boys where strolling through. Holy shit. The shorter, mint-haired boy looked good, but Jungkook could only focus on the taller boy walking next to him. Platinum blonde hair, reaching his nape, messily tousled around his face. Honey-toned skin, high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and pink, luscious lips were all Jungkook could see. He was wearing a large white sweater and tight blue jeans, accentuating his long, slim legs. Silver chains dangled from his ears and a black choker rested prettily on his neck. A fucking choker. Jungkook nearly dropped to his knees at the sight. They had effortlessly walked past Jungkook's table, heading towards the far end of the cafeteria. People seemed to part to let them walk through, careful that they wouldn't accidentally touch the blonde's large Gucci bag.  Jungkook had his eyes trained on the blonde, watching people close by gawk and shuffle to make room for the two. As they sat down, the blondes eyes trained onto Jungkook.

Fuck. First day here and already someone caught me staring.

Jungkook quickly averts his gave, pink blush creeping up his neck. No one could possibly keep eye contact with those intense brown eyes for longer than a second, holy shit. "Who were they?" He couldn't help but ask. Jimin and Hoseok give each other a knowing smirk.

"I wouldn't even try it Jungkookie, dudes are cold as ice. The green-haired one is Min Yoongi, and the blondie next to him is his brother, Kim Taehyung. They're not rude, per se, they just don't really talk to anyone. People mostly get eyebrow raises if they have the balls to try to initiate a conversation with either of them. It's quite a shame, huh? They're hot as fuck, I really wouldn't mind getting to know Yoongi a bit better." Jimin wiggles his eyebrows, tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth.

"Kim, Min? Were they both adopted?" Jungkook asks questioningly. "Yeah, I mean no ones really talked to them that much, but from what it's been said they were two foster kids that stuck together, hence dubbed brothers. They were roaming the streets of Daegu when they were found. You probably havn't heard about them but their parents are kinda local celebrities. Doctors Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin. They've only lived here for a couple years, but they save tons of lives at the hospital they work at, so they're basically seen as heros. Tragic backstory for those two though, they must have gone through some tough times." Jimin jerks his chin in Taehyung's and Yoongi's direction to reference who he's talking about. "They're super rich now though so it's all good I guess." He finishes with a sigh, leaning back onto his cafeteria chair. Jungkook looked back at the two boys. They seemed to be in a heated discussion, the blondes jaw was clenched while the mint-haired boy was sighing, fingers busy tapping at the table beneath him. As if they knew they were being watched, the boys looked out to the cafeteria again. Taehyung's eyes instantly locked onto Jungkook's, while Yoongi's eyes were scouting the room. He seemed to also finally find what he was looking for, Jungkook's gaze, and cocked his head to the side with a questioning look. Taehyung was staring at him so intensely, it was like he was trying to pierce through his soul. Jungkook felt way too intimidated to try to keep eye contact any longer, so he ducked his head down and hoped the blonde couldn't see the blush the younger was sporting.

Why the fuck were they staring at me. Maybe they're arguing because I was staring previously and they are getting annoyed by all the attention. Some new anime nerd gawking at them while they're just trying to eat. Oh god, I'm so lame. Jungkook was blushing furiously at this point, Jimin cooing at the sight of him getting so flustered from just a gaze. He tried his best to focus on Jimin and Hoseok's conversation, but his mind was instantly reeling back to just one thought.

Kim Taehyung.



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Jungkook breathed in, chocking on the large amount of sea water that entered his lungs. He tried opening his eyes but the salt water stung so bad he could only keep them squinted, ignoring the burning sensation in his retinas. He was slumped down on his seat but quickly sat up and lifted his chin so he could take deep breaths before the water would reach the roof of the car. Their car was slowly filling with water throught the cracks in the windshield, it was already up to Jungkook's mouth. He knew they were submerged underwater, but it was pitch black. He was disoriantated, head pounding from the impact of the crash and his throat was suffering with a metallic mixture of blood and salt from all of the water he had inhaled. Water shouldn't taste metallic, I must have cut myself and I'm swallowing the blood. He scrambled to take his phone out of his pocket, thankful that he had chosen a clunky practical waterproof phone, instead of an expensive pretty new iPhone. He turned on the flashlight on his phone and looked at his surroundings. 
Mom? She's in here I need to help her. The car doors surrounding him were locked. Jungkook let his phone float in the water, the rays of light momentarily blinding him when they hit his eyes as his phone swirled freely in the water. He needed to use both of his hands to get a grip of the handle on the roof, so that he could use his full-body force to try and break the glass. He swung and smashed his heels against the opposite window, but it wouldn't crack. The resistance from the water made his feet kick the window in slow-motion. He felt powerless. No matter how much force he tried to put into his kick, the glass wouldn't shatter. He cursed himself, if only he had woken up from his unconsious state earlier before water had filled the car, he could have had a chance to smash throught the window. He had been fully underwater for over a minute now, he knew time was running out. He saw his mother's lifeless body sitting in the front seat. Swirls of rich, dark red blood were moulding together with the water trapped in the car. He became hysteric, banging his fists at the roof of the car, knowing there was nothing he could do to help him or his mother get out.
He screamed at the top of his lungs but the only thing leaving his mouth were muted bubbles. His head was searing with pain as the car submerged deeper, the pressure from the depths of the water were pounding against his brain.
He felt the convulsions begin.
His body started thrashing wildly due to the lack of oxygen, limbs flailing in every direction, he had no control over his actions. He was like a ragdoll, life controlling his final movements before it was all over. Dark spots were blurring his vision and he knew he didn't have to wait for long anymore. With his final moments, he smiled, atleast he would be with his mother.

Jungkook woke up heaving. His chest was heavy and he couldn't breath. He knew he was having a panic attack. His breaths were short and ragged, as he was struggling to gasp for air. Beads of sweat were freely flowing down his face, his damp fringe plastered against his forehead. He was laying down in a fetal position on his bed, sweat covered sheets clung to his figure, knees burying into his stomach as his hands clawed his chest, trying to relieve the heavyness.

"Jungkook! Jungkook!" He could hear someone yelling at him, hands shaking his shoulders, frantically trying help him out of the panic. "Fuck, Kookie!" The voice was crying.

"Asinta Mulaf Hinto, Sho Bala"

Jungkook felt himself calm down, the heavyness releasing from his chest. He dropped his hands from his chest and turned around to face a sobbing Jimin. "Kookie, baby, it's okay now." Jimin said with a tremor in his voice. Jimin pulled the shaking boy into his lap, hands wrapped tightly against Jungkook's waist. "It was just a dream, you're okay now, it was just a dream." The two boys sat there, crying into each others shoulders, holding onto each other like a lifeline. They stayed clinging onto each other when eventually Jungkook felt exhaustion take over him. Jimin laid Jungkook back onto his bed and went to lay down behind him, still holding the younger in his arms. Jimin stroked the boy's hair and whispered soothing words until the younger finally fell back asleep.


Jungkook wokeup to a small arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Jimin was still asleep behind him, small puffs of air tickling Jungkook's neck. He was glad his best friend had stayed over last night, even if the elder had grumbled about the anime marathon Jungkook forced him to watch. He extracted Jimin's hand from his waist and sat up on the edge of his bed. He knew he couldn't go to school after the night that he had. Jungkook looked and felt like absolute crap. He walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy and he had dark splotches of red covering his eyes and cheeks from where he had been roughly rubbing his tears away. Scratch marks were peeking out from underneath his t-shirt on his chest from where his nails had been scraping at the skin the previous night. He traced the red marks with his fingertips, realising it was the first time he had a panic attack. He wokeup from his daze when he smelt bacon wafting through the air. He hurried downstairs, feet jumping three stairs at a time. He went past the living room and skidded into the kitchen, seeing that his dad had made him and Jimin bacon and waffles for breakfast. Fresh fruit was sitting on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, the bright colors of the fruits contrasting with the dark marble of the counter. He padded over to the counter, stuffing a bacon strip into his mouth while he loaded a plate for him and his best friend, filled with waffles and strawberries. His dad ruffled his hair when he walked past, a small smile plastered on his face as he head off to work at the police station. His dad was the police chief, managing a whole team beneath him, spending most of his days and nights at the station.

Jungkook took the two plates and walked back up to his room. Jimin grumbled, but started waking up when Jungkook was shoving the mouthwatering food infront of the elders nose. Jimin rubbed at his eyes and blinked a couple of times, still sleepy.

"Kookie." Jimin said, voice raspy. Jungkook giggled at the elder, as his usual higher-pitched voice was a low grumble in the morning.

"Morning hyung, I brought breakfast." Jungkook handed the plate over to the other, while he sat on the chair by his desk. Jimin was sitting cross-legged on Jungkook's bed, body wrapped in blankets.

"I-, I don't know what you did last night Jimin, but thank you." Jungkook said, wanting to reach out to the elder in a rare show of affection.

"It's all good, you really scared me you brat." Jimin responded with a tired smile. Jimin didn't mention how exhausting it was to use powerful spells, like the one he had used on his best friend last night. "Will you be okay? I'd stay but the showcase is coming up so I really can't miss practise." Jungkook nods in confirmation and the two of them silently finish their breakfast. Jimin gives the younger a tight hug and a bright smile as he leaves, leaving Jungkook alone for the day. Jungkook walks back up to his room, starting up his computer. He hadn't played Overwatch in a month, his inactivity causing his rank to decrease. He was staring at the Diamond emblem, which used to be a Master one, and with a bitter taste in his mouth, he started grinding games back to his original rank. Time had sped up and he hadn't realised it was already lunch time before his phone pinged with messages.

Hey I'm coming over again after school's done

I'll bring lamb skewers

Jungkook smiled. Of course his best friend still remembered his favourite food from years ago. Jimin arrived a couple hours later, a bag of takeout in his hands like he had promised. They were sitting in Jungkook's living room, the younger sitting on the fluffy beige carpet on the ground, while Jimin was spread out on the black leather couch behind Jungkook. They had a random movie playing on the tv in the background while Jimin chatted about his day. Jungkook was in the middle of swallowing a big piece of lamb when Jimin said something that made the younger choke on the meat.

"You okay, Kookie?" Jimin giggled, giving Jungkook light slaps onto his back. "As I was saying," Jimin gives him a pointed look, amusement glistening in his eyes. "Remember that Kim Taehyung guy? Based on your reaction, I'm guessing yeah you remember him." Jimin cackled while Jungkook gave him a small push and glared at his best friend.

"Well, I only see him at the cafeteria, he goes to the art department like you. The two of you have some classes together, I'm surprised you hadn't noticed him before."

He went to my classes? Jungkook was panicking. "Dude, I dont think I can go back to school anymore. He saw me gawking at him yesterday, his brother and him must think I'm a creep."

"I doubt it, my little Jungkookie." Jimin said, giving Jungkook's nose a light tap. "The boy seemed pretty out of it today. Usually he just sits at his table sketching or talking to Yoongi, but at lunch today, he seemed kinda different. He was searching the lunch room and biting his nails nervously. He kept looking over to the table Hobi and I were sitting at, I nearly went over to ask what the hell he was staring at. I think he was looking for you, but you weren't at school today." Jimin says with not much interest, stuffing a lamb skewer into his mouth.

"Me?" Jungkook asks incredulously, not knowing how the elder is taking this so casually.

Jimin hums in affirmation. "I mean it only makes sense, theres no other reason he'd look over to our table so much. I guess he could have been nervous over anything, but the amount of times I locked eyes with him couldn't have been a coincidence. I doubt he was looking for me, I've gone to school with the guy for two years and he's never acknowledged me until today." Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. "Did you talk to him during your classes or something?" Jimin asks, munching on a piece of lamb.

"No, the first time I saw him was during lunch and I didn't see him after that." Jungkook responded nervously. Had he really been searching for me?

Jimin shrugs. "Dunno dude, he seems interested. You should hook up with him so you can introduce me to Yoongi. That dude has been the source of my wet dreams ever since we started university." Jungkook spluttered. "Hyuuung, I so did not need to know that."

"Ah, my innocent Jungkookie." Jimin cood as he pinched Jungkook's cheek. "Sure I want to fuck him, but he also produced one of the songs Hoseok and I made a choreography for. You should have heard the track Kookie, it was such a sad song. After I heard it for the first time I wanted to barge into Yoongi's house and wrap him up into a big blanket and give him a big smooch. So I guess my feelings towards him are more than just sexual." Jungkook scrunched up his nose. He had visualised Jimin in compromising positions way too many times in the past minute. Jimin let out a sigh. "I just don't know what to do about the whole witch thing. It's a big part of me and I think it would be quite hard to hide if I did get into a relationship with someone. You're the only one who knows apart from my family."

"I'm sure it'll work out Jiminie, you'll find someone who you can trust. I guess we could both use a bit of cheering up right now though, do you have anything new you could show me?" Jimin's eyes lit up at the youngers request.

"Ok, ok Kookie sit still." Jimin shifted his position so that he was also sitting on the ground, facing Jungkook.

"A-are you doing something to me?" Jungkook asked, a small panic rising up his chest as he fidgeted with the hem of his white t-shirt. Sure he trusted Jimin, but he was still pretty new to the supernatural world, and he wasn't sure what to expect. He knew Jimin had cast a spell on him last night, but his mind was too blurry to register it. He was biting his lower lip when Jimin slapped the youngers hands. "Snap out of it, I'm not going to do anything bad." Jimin huffed in annoyance. "You honestly think I'd hurt my best friend? I was going to only change it a little, but you'll get what's coming to you now. Just remember, you did this to yourself." Jungkook scrunched up his nose in confusion. He stared at Jimin with questioning eyes as the elder placed one of his hands on top of Jungkook's head.

"Kache l'nan san."

Jimin giggled. "What did you do to me Jiminie?" Jungkook was studying his hands, legs, clothes, trying to find something that was different from a minute ago. Jimin started scavenging through his bag until he found a small hand-held mirror, which he hesitantly handed over to the younger. Jungkook grabbed the mirror and stared at his reflection. His brown hair was gone, a dark red had replaced it. Strands shined bright red as the sunlight from the window outside hit the side of Jungkook's head.

"Um, I was originally planning on just making it black, but you were being a butthole for not trusting me so I went for a little bit more of a radical color... The color is supposed to be a cherry red." Jungkook quickly looked up to Jimin after that, the older boy clearly hesitant over his words, playing with the ring on his finger.

"I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it and I didn't want to push you, but after last night, I'd like to say a couple things. I can't even try to understand what you might be going through right now Jungkook, but I just want you to know that I'll always be here for you. No matter what time it is, you can call me okay? If you're feeling bad, I'll come stay the night with you." Jimin gives Jungkook's cheek a light stroke. "I remember your mom very well, I regarded your parents and you as my second family, I still do. Everytime I left your house, she gave me a hug and I remember how she always smelt of cherries. That's why I thought of that color tone for your hair." Jimin gave a small smile before continuing. "I can change it back if you don't like it, but I think it suits you. She was an amazing woman Kookie, I miss her alot too. The hair's not much, but maybe we could cherish her memory by it."

Tears were forming in Jungkook's eyes. He moved closer to Jimin and wrapped his hands around the smaller ones back.

"I love it Jiminie, thank you. I- I think I'll go visit her tonight." Jimin pulled away from Jungkook's grasp so that he could give the younger one a radiant smile. "You're so strong Jungkook, you have no idea how proud I am of you."




After dinner, Jungkook played a couple more games of Overwatch before he left to go visit his mother. It had been around a month now since his mother had passed away, and he missed her more everyday. When Jimin had colored the youngers hair, Jungkook had dialed his mothers phone out of reflex to tell her about the change to his appearance. The dead tone on the other line was like a knife to his chest. He stopped by a florist, buying tulips for his mothers grave. It was September, the chilly wind forcing Jungkook to lift the collar of his jacket higher, shielding his neck from the cold gusts around him. He had a black beanie on, covering his new red hair. His was thankful he decided to wear sweatpants, they were infinately warmer than jeans. The streets around him were quiet, the only things he could hear were his footsteps and the sound of his silver hooped earrings clinking against each other.

Jungkook knew where his mother was buried, but he took his time reaching her grave. He silently walked around the graveyard, his hands lightly grazing the hundreds of tombstones, thinking about how many people went through the pain he was currently going through. When he reached his mothers grave, he placed the tulips on top of her headstone and he sat down onto the mixture of dirt and grass, back resting against the cold, engraved stone. He pulled out his sketchbook from his backpack and started drawing the scene infront of him. A whole area littered with pain. He didn't talk to his mom, preferring to silently sit in her company. He didn't need to speak and he knew his mom understood. He had just finished the rough sketch of his drawing when he heard someone clear their throat next to them.

"Holy fucking shit!" Jungkook yelped, throwing his sketchbook and pencil into the air in surprise.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." The deep voice said, panic threading through his tone. Jungkook looked up at the stranger and sucked in a breath. Kim Taehyung was standing next to him, brown eyes wide in alarm. Taehyung was wearing a grey hoodie and black slacks, a combination of posh and comfy. It was a blend of styles that shouldn't mesh well, but looked good on the boy infront of him. Who am I kidding, even if he wore a rubbish bag he'd look good.

"H-Hi?" Jungkook stuttered, frozen in place. He was starting to blush, flustered at the reaction he had shown to the elder. Jungkook mentally rolled his eyes. Great, now he thinks I'm a creep and a scaredy-cat.

"Hello." Taehyung responded with a polite smile. God, his voice was such a beautiful deep baritone. Taehyung collected the pencil and sketchbook from the ground and silently placed them next to Jungkook on the ground. He then stood back up straight, shuffling his feet, head bend downwards and his eyes trained on his hands. Jungkook wanted to smile, he realised the elder was feeling awkward, not knowing how to proceed with the conversation. Jungkook gaze also dropped to Taehyung's hands. He had long, slim fingers, rings occupying nearly every single one. Jungkook was staring again, blushing, he blurted out the first thing he could think of.

"W-why are you at a graveyard by yourself at night?" He asked.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "I guess I could ask you the same question?" He asked with an amused chuckle.

"M-my mother.." Jungkook weakly gestured at the gravestone he was still leaning on.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Taehyung responded quietly. "I have some family here too. I noticed you and recognised you from school so I thought I'd come and say hello." Jungkook could do nothing but stare in awe at the gorgeous boy infront of him, his platinum blonde hair flowing freely with the breeze. Jimin had said that this guy doesn't talk to anyone, but here he was, initiating a conversation with Jungkook. Taehyung must have taken the youngers silence as him being scared, so he quickly continued talking.

"I realise now that this probably looks a bit serial killer-y, I mean me coming up to you in the dark at a graveyard, ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm, please don't be scared or anything like that." Taehyung says, as he scratches the back of his neck from nervousness.

"Scared?" Jungkook asked, cocking his head to the side. "I'm not scared no, well maybe a little bit in the start," He chuckled. "But more like surprised I guess? You seem different here than at school."

"Oh, you remember seeing me at school then?" Taehyung asked with a sly grin.

Crap. Jungkook spluttered, quickly trying to think of a response without further embarrassing himself. "My friend Jimin has a crush on your brother so he talked about the two of you for a bit." Sorry Jimin.

"Park Jimin?"

"Yeah, you know him?" Jungkook asked, furrowing his brows.

"Yah, I might not be very socially active, but I still hear things." Taehyung said with a small smile. "Anyway, I'm Kim Taehyung, its nice to officially meet you." Taehyung held his hand out towards Jungkook.

"J-Jungkook, I mean Jeon Jungkook, it's very nice to meet you Taehyung-ssi." Jungkook shook his hand. Taehyung's hand was cold, but it made Jungkook feel warm inside. Jimin was constantly touching Jungkook, but Taehyung's skin contact felt different. He felt a small tingling sensation in his palm from where he was still holding Taehyung's hand. His body reacting before his mind could, a smile spread across Jungkook's face. Taehyung responded with his own smile, showing off a set of pearly-white teeth in a box-shaped smile. Jungkook wanted to coo at how much younger the elder looked when he smiled. It was the first time he had seen Taehyung smile properly, and he honestly wanted to snap a picture of it and put it as his wallpaper on his computer so he could stare at it all day.

Taehyung dropped his hand back to his side. "You sketching something?" Taehyung asks, jutting his chin in the direction of Jungkook's sketchbook on the ground.

"Oh, this?" Jungkook gestures towards the drawing. "Yeah, but not really seriously, just here to spend some time with mom, I really miss her." Jungkook winces, wondering why he had just opened up to a near complete stranger.

"It gets better with time, trust me." Taehyung responded, unfazed by the youngers confession. He had his hand slightly hovering in front of him, as if he would want to reach out and comfort the younger. Jungkook was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice the others small action.

"I need to head off now, it was nice talking to you, Jungkook. I'll see you tomorrow at school, yeah?" Taehyung asked the younger boy. Jungkook nodded in response. Taehyung nodded once and started heading off. He looked over his shoulder at Jungkook once more. "I like what you did with your hair, Kook-ah." With that, Taehyung turned back to face forward and left Jungkook to sit by himself.

Butterflies erupted in Jungkook's stomach. He smiled. Kook-ah.




Jungkook didn't dream that night, and he felt happy when he wokeup in the morning. He had recently only been happy if he were next to Jimin. The change was very welcoming to Jungkook. He knew it must have had something to do with his encounter with Taehyung last night. His mouth turned into a subconsious smile again as he thought of the elder. Jungkook padded downstairs to the kitchen, deciding to quickly eat breakfast before leaving for university. He found his dad sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter, his face buried in his hands, one leg bouncing up and down.

“Dad?” Jungkook asked.

“Hey kiddo,” His dad responded with a sad smile. “Work is stressing me out a bit, I'm sorry if I havn't been home much.”

“Whatsup with work then?” Jungkook asked as he sat by the stool next to his dad, peeling himself an orange for breakfast and popping a slice into his mouth. His father looked at him hesitantly and sighed. “There's been a couple of murders recently and we can’t find any traces so boss is really breathing down mine and my teams neck. I’m glad that the case is keeping me busy right now, but we’re not developing any new leads. You go to school m'kay? Don’t worry about me.” His father gives him a small wink.

As Jungkook went back to his room, his eyes widened as he realized he had more important matters to focus on than some crazy murderer. He would be going to university today and seeing Taehyung and he didn’t know how he should dress. His wardrobe consisted mostly of black and white clothes, so he was struggling to find something eye-catching. He settled on a white button-up shirt and light blue jeans with a black leather jacket. He nearly put on some eyeliner, but rolled his eyes at himself because of how he was acting. Pathetic. I’ve talked to the guy once and I’m already putting more effort into this than I have in my whole life. He was happy with his appearance, liking how his red hair contrasted with the white of his shirt, Jimin really did a great job.

Jimin did not do a great job. As Jungkook walked through the halls of his university, people were paying much more attention to him than he normally would get. His red hair was making people do double-takes, and he was uncomfortable with all the unwelcomed stares. He quickly ducked his head, only looking back up when he reached his lecture room. People had been streaming in before Jungkook, and the lecture hall was nearly full. He saw an open space in the front row and sprung into action before someone else could grab the spot. That's when he noticed a familiar set of platinum blonde hair a couple rows above. Taehyung was already watching the younger, giving a small smile and wave when Jungkook noticed him. Jungkook smiled shyly back, showing his set of bunny-teeth. He sat down, cursing quietly at himself while fumbling with the zipper of his backback. Jungkook was a nervous wreck the whole lecture, staring straight at the teacher, not daring to even glance at the boy behind him, who made him blush by just thinking about him. When the lecture was over, his body wanted to stay put so that he could chat with Taehyung, but he knew he wouldn't be able to speak a coherant sentence in front of the elder, so he decided to do what he did best, avoid the problem and run to Jimin.

"Are you going to eat a burger everyday, Kookie?" Jimin asked with his nose scrunched up in disgust. Jimin and Hoseok were both eating salads, they were on a diet because of the showcase they had coming up soon. Jungkook was just about to respond when he saw both of the boys eyes in front of him widen comically.

"Kook, Kook, shit, what did you do Kook?" Jimin hissed in panic.

"What the fuck are you on about Jimin?"

Jungkook felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around on his seat, facing the platinum blonde boy.

"Hello." Taehyung said as he beamed down at the younger. "We didn't seem to have a chance to talk after the lecture, would it be okay for Yoongi and I to join your table?" Taehyung asked, his tone amused, seemingly aware of Jungkook's struggle to flee from the lecture hall. Taehyung was wearing a low-cut pink satin shirt, showing off his collarbones. He wasnt wearing a chocker today, thank fuck, Jungkook was not ready to have a heart attack in the school cafeteria.

"Um, U-hmm." Jungkook stuttered, his eyes still raking over the elders slim, but broad, body. Jimin kicked his shin underneath the table. "Ow, shit. Yes of course Taehyung-ssi, you two can join us." Taehyung showed off his rectangular smile again as he pulled up a chair from the table, seating himself next to Jungkook. Yoongi grunted at his brothers antics and slumped onto the chair close to Jimin. People in neighbouring tables turned to look at what was going on. Hushed whispers and not-so-subtle fingers were pointed at their direction. Taehyung continued to smile, looking at Jungkook.

"You look good today, Kook-ah." Taehyung commented, his hand reaching out to touch a strand of Jungkook's hair. Jungkook could only smile at the compliment, being too tongue-tied due to the close proximity of the elder.  It should have been weird, they had only spoken once, but still Jungkook was comfortable with Taehyung's hand in his hair. The two of them were grinning at each other like idiots, interrupted only by Jimin speaking up.

"Kook-ah?" He chirped. His hands were fidgeting as he was trying to understand why Taehyung and Yoongi were sitting by their table. He didn't know how the two boys infront of him had gotten so close that Jungkook wasn't shying away from the others touches. He accidentally knocked over his water bottle, all over the sleepy Yoongi sitting next to him. "Aish, what is this. Yah, fuck me." Jimin blushed at the implication Yoongi had said, even though he knew he mint-haired boy hadn't meant it in a sexual way. Taehyung and Jungkook were staring at the two in amusement, both knowing Jimin's crush on the other.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry Yoongi-ssi, here let me help you." Jimin frantically took a couple of napkins from his tray and was a blushing mess as he started patting down Yoongi's shirt and hands. He cupped Yoongi's hand into his and let out a loud gasp, eyes widening in horror.

"I- I need to go." Jimin stated, dropping Yoongi's hand and sprinting out of the cafeteria. Everyone at the table were looking at each other in confusion. Jungkook furrowed his brows. Did something to do with magic just happen to Jimin? He quickly excused himself before running after his best friend.

"Hyung!" He yelled. He caught up to the elder one, tugging at his shoulders for him to slow down.

"Jungkook no you don't understand." Jimin was shaking. "I- I touched Yoongi's hand."

"Okay.. and? Shouldn't you be happy about touching your crush?" Jungkook asked perplexed.

"No no no, I need to go home right now." Jimin was frantic. "Don't go back in there Kook. Seriously you don't understand. I touched his hand. I felt.. death."

Chapter Text

I'm going to grandmas for a couple days to figure everything out

Stay safe ok?

Even if you don't, I got ur back ;)

He's got my back? What kind of witchy voodoo is Jimin up to now. Jungkook is laying on his bed, re-reading Jimin's messages before he throws his phone onto the cushion next to him. (He has two now, thank you Jimin). He sighs defeatedly. Yoongi felt like death? What does that even mean? Jungkook has a hunch it must mean that Yoongi is somehow supernatural, but he doesn't want to speculate too much, rather waiting for Jimin's confirmation. His dad had talked about killings, and now suddenly Yoongi feels like death? Is it all coincidence? Jungkook frowns. He doesn't want to believe Yoongi would be a killer, no matter how cold the boys appearance might look. What would it mean for Taehyung then? Might he also be involved in something supernatural if his brother is? His mind was reeling with all of the questions and possibilities, it was giving him a headache. The only supernatural being he had actually witnessed was Jimin, so he had no clue about how true the myth's surrounding other lores were. He started thinking about the different options with the limited knowledge he had from movies. He had met Taehyung at night, and there was a full moon, so he couldn't be a werewolf, right? He had seen both him and Yoongi touch cutlery at the cafeteria, and that was made of silver, wasn't that harmful to werewolves? Or was it vampires? Both? Jungkook groaned and smashed his pillow against his face. He was not expecting his life in Busan to take a turn like this. Jungkook didn't realise though, that slowly he was starting to feel more emotions again, in this case, excitement of the unknown.

Learning his lesson, Jungkook starts to go to school wearing a bucket hat so that his hair wouldn't draw as much attention. He was early for his lecture, hovering by the entrance, pretending to scroll through something on his phone to make him look busy, waiting for the professor to open the door to the class.

"Hi." A shy voice says.

Jungkook looks up. A short girl with straight, shoulder-length brown hair was smiling up at him. She was pretty, dressed in a white cardigan and black shorts. Jungkook's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sudden conversation, making the girl blush in response.

"Hi, can I help you with anything?" Jungkook asked politely. He looked around, seeing a group of girls giggle a couple meters away, probably the brown-haired ones friends. Fuck, was I going to get asked out?  He sees Taehyung from the corner of his eye and turns his head to look at the elder. Taehyung is leaning against the wall opposite Jungkook, hands crossed over his chest, staring right at them with a raised eyebrow. His attention is drawn back to the girl when she continues talking.

"My name's Mina. I know you're new here so I was wondering if maybe you'd want me to show you around a little after our classes are over?"

Jungkook blushes. He doesn't even like girls that way, but he still felt something awkward about being asked out. It had happened before, and it never became less nerve-wrecking for him.

"I already have a friend who shows me around." Jungkook responded, his nerves making the words come out more harsh than he expected.

"Oh" Mina frowned, "Sorry I guess." She turns around back to her group of friends, before Jungkook grabs her wrist.

"Ah, I'm sorry that came out wrong, it's just that," Jungkook winces "I'm gay, so, yeah." Relief floods through the girl's face. She gives out a small giggle. "That explains it then. Friends?"

"Sure." Jungkook smiles, the blush slowly fading from his face as the tension from the conversation eases. Mina gives a small wave and turns back to her friends. Jungkook looks back towards the direction Taehyung was in, and sees him pushing himself off the wall and strolling over to the boy. Just as he had gotten rid of his blush, it flushes back in twice as strong. Jungkook hears a giggle and turns to the direction of the sound. Mina is giving him a thumbs up and exaggerated winks. Just as Taehyung reaches Jungkook, the professor opens the door to the lecture hall and people start streaming in around them.

"Poor girl." Taehyung muses. Jungkook's blush is probably the same color as his hair by now.

"You heard that? But you were so far away." Jungkook frowns.

"I have super-human hearing." Taehyung states while nodding to himself. Huh. Jungkook lets himself absorb the elder boys appearance. Taehyung was wearing a plain big white dress shirt, tucked into leather pants. Jungkook could see the other one sporting subtle brown eyeshadow, and noticed that he had a cute mole on the tip of his nose. Everything about Taehyung seemed perfect to Jungkook, he couldn't understand how someone like this even existed. It wasn't fair to the rest of us. Jungkook's gaze went up to Taehyung's wavy blonde mullet, noticing he had a small braid at the side of his hair. Jungkook reached out his hand and twirled the small braid between his fingertips.

"Beautiful." He murmured quietly. Taehyung froze and was staring at him wide-eyed when Jungkook realised what he had just done. Mortified by his actions, he snapped his hand away and tried to scurry off into the lecture hall, knowing he could never show his face infront of the elder anymore. Jungkook never initiated contact, only rarely with Jimin, and here he was twirling someone's braid? What the fuck was I thinking?  Before he could reach the door of the lecture hall, Taehyung spoke from behind him.

"I'm glad you said no to her, it would've been a problem otherwise."

Jungkook turns around to look at the other. "W-Why's that?"

Taehyung hums and walks past Jungkook into the lecture hall, leaving behind only an intoxicating scent of vanilla.

At lunch time Jungkook keeps his head down, still embarrassed about the events that had unfolded before class. He explained to Hoseok what he had done, resulting in the other one howling with laughter in the middle of the cafeteria. Muttering to the other one to shut up already, Jungkook rests his head on the table, wrapping his hands around his neck, hoping that he wouldn't see Taehyung and have to be reminded of his embarrassment. He feels like he can sense Taehyung's presence in the cafeteria, but he doesn't dare look up to confirm his suspicions. Jimin was coming back that day, hopefully with some news that would help Jungkook forget about the elder for a moment.


When Jungkook gets home, he goes for a quick shower to freshen up before leaving to meet up with Jimin at his house. He quickly grabs the keys to his fathers car but stops in his tracks and stares at the keys in his hand. He didn't want to drive anymore. He didn't want anyone to drive him either. Just like he does to school, Jungkook decides to walk to Jimin's, even if he does live a 20-minute walk away. Jimin's parents house was smaller than Jungkook's. He smiled when he saw the familiar one-story brick house. Jimin's mother worked as a hairdresser, and his father taught occult classes at the university. It was ironic how students would go to his classes to try to disprove magic, when they were being taught by an actual witch. Jungkook opened the creaking metal gate and walked past the small flower garden towards the front door of Jimin's.

Jungkook knocks on Jimin's door, waiting for elder. Jimin opens the door, staring at Jungkook. They stare at each other for a minute until Jungkook breaks the silence.

"Uh, hyung, can I come in or are you going to keep me standing at the porch?" Jungkook asks with an eyebrow raised.

Jimin narrows his eyes at the younger. "I dont know Kookie, can you come in?"

"Um, if you move out of the way, yeah? Why are you acting so weird?"

Jimin shifts, letting the younger pass by him into the house. "Just testing something, nevermind me Kookie!" Jimin chirps as he wraps the younger into a back hug. Jungkook shrugs Jimin off. "Get off me you midget and tell me why you're acting like that."

Jimin huffs, ignoring the younger ones insults. "Fine, come on." Jimin takes Jungkook's hand and leads him to his bedroom. Jimin had a small bedroom, nothing like the spacious area that Jungkook had in his own home. Pictures were scattered on Jimin's desk, the most important ones framed, like the one of Jungkook and Jimin when they visited Seoul for Jungkook's 10th birthday. He knew the elder was usually quite clean, but Jimin's room was currently a mess, still in the middle of unpacking from his trip to his grandmas. Jungkook made himself at home on Jimin's bed and waited for the elder to settle down and explain about his trip.

"So I went to my grandmas just to see if she would know anything about how I felt when I touched Yoongi. Turns out grandma is some super powerful witch who had helped alot of supernatural beings when she was younger. She was always very careful though, never touching them, so she couldn't exactly tell me what kind of being Yoongi is, but he's something supernatural for sure." Jungkook sucked in a breath.

Yoongi's supernatural.

Jimin frowned, bringing up a hand to massage at his temple. "Don't look so frightened Kookie, not all supernatural beings are evil. He could easily even be another witch for all we know. I'm sure if he had some ill-intentions, he would've already acted upon them." Jungkook thinks back to the first day of school he had, when both Taehyung and Yoongi had been looking at him.


"I don't know at all about him Kookie.. I guess I can try and touch him and see if the same thing happens? In any case, I don't want you to be involved with him okay? I've taken care of anything that might physically happen, but please don't get emotionally invested in the guy, atleast not until I figure out what's going on."

"What do you mean by 'you've taken care of anything that might physically happen', hyung?" Jungkook asks his best friend wearily.

Jimin sighs. "After your panic attack, I put a protection spell on you Jungkook." Jungkook gawks at Jimin, too stunned to respond to him.

"If anything supernatural tries to harm you, like a werewolf scratch or a vampire bite, they'll die."

Jungkook's eyes widen. "Hyung, what the hell? This all is sounding super serious all of a sudden."

"It's just a precaution Kookie, don't sounds so dramatic. I got you something else too." Jimin stood up and walked over to to his table, opening a drawer and pulling out a small box. He padded back to the bed and sat down infront of Jungkook. Jimin opened the box and took out a small bracelet. It was made of braided, dark thread, with a red string flowing through the middle. The braids clung onto a small silver charm hanging loosely from the bracelet.

"You made this for me?" Jungkook asked incredulously.

Jimin hummed in response while tying it around Jungkook's wrist. "Never take it off, okay Kookie?"

"I'd never dream of it."


Jungkook was a nervous mess the next day. He strategically went to the lecture late, so that the doors would already be open and he could slip through without having to see the elder, but it seemed that the professor had the same idea and was also late. He could feel him again. Taehyung's presence. Before he could lift up his eyes and find him, a deep voice spoke to him.


"Taehyung-ssi" Jungkook smiled nervously.

Taehyung scrunched up his nose. "Ah, no need to be so formal, just Taehyung or hyung is fine." Jungkook gave Taehyung a bunny-smile in response. He had already forgotten his embarrassment from the previous day, Taehyung had such a calming aura surrounding him.

"You look really good today, Jungkookie."

Jungkook whined in embarrasment and lifted his hands up to cover up the forming blush on his face. "You can't just say things like that to me." Jungkook mumbled. Taehyung let out a light laugh and started prying Jungkook's hands away from his face. "Ah, don't get all shy on me, bun." Taehyung was still holding Jungkook's hand when the younger felt the hands holding him freeze. A small frown had crept onto Taehyung's face.

"This is a nice bracelet Kook-ah, where is it from?"

"Hmm? Oh, Jimin made it for me." He responded, fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist. Taehyung lifted Jungkook's chin with his finger so that the younger would make eye-contact. "He seems like a really good friend." Taehyung told the younger in a serious tone. Jungkook nodded and Taehyung cleared his throat, as if to change the sudden serious mood into something lighter.

"Anyway, I was kinda wondering if possibly you would want to sit next to me during the boring lecture we're about to have?" Taehyung asked Jungkook hopefully. The elders body was now tense with anticipation. Jungkook was blushing again. This gorgeous guy actually wants to be in my company? Exctitement was bubbling in Jungkook's chest. He remembered Jimin's words.

Please don't get emotionally invested in the guy.

"I'd love to, hyung." The smile Jungkook got from Taehyung was worth ignoring Jimin's words. The two of them went to sit at the back row of the lecture hall, in their own little bubble. It was so natural to be with Taehyung. During the lecture, he was wondering if the elder could hear how fast Jungkook's heart was beating. Everytime their shoulders accidentally brushed, Jungkook could feel electricity flowing through his veins.

"Kook-ah?" Taehyung whispered quietly, not wanting the people around them to hear their conversation. Jungkook hums in response to show he's listening to the other.

"This is gonna be really awkward if you say no, as we're still in class so I can't escape if you reject me, so don't say no, but I was hoping that maybe... I could take you on a date?"

Jungkook was not expecting that. He drops his pencil onto his desks which rolls onto the floor, causing people to look at the two in disgust from making so much noise. He looks at Taehyung, who is looking more awkward than Jungkook usually does, with the tips of his ears flushed pink. Cute.

"I-I'd love to, hyung." Jungkook responds, hoping the other one wouldn't look around to see his face the color of beetroot. God wasn't on his side it seems, as Taehyung turns his head toward the younger. He was biting down on his lower lip to try to suppress a smile and gave a small nod before asking for Jungkook's number.





bun its me



Hmm... Jimin?



>:( hilarious

I'll be there at 6 okay



See u then


Jungkook sent Taehyung his address and hopped off his bed, strolling over to his closet, wondering what on earth people normally wear for dates. He knew it would be cold outside, so he settled on a dark flannel shirt with a long black coat to keep him warm. After putting on some black eyeliner onto the corners of his eyes, he grabbed his grey beanie and black mask, and went downstairs to the living room to anxiously wait for the elder. He was sitting on the couch, nervously bouncing his knee up and down when the doorbell rang. Jungkook sprang up, running to the door, nearly knocking over the coffee table on his way.

"Taehyung." He greeted the elder, sounding breathless.

"Hey Kook-ah, ready to go?" Taehyung responded, handing the younger a pretty bouquet of dark red roses. "F-For me?" Jungkook asked, flustered. Taehyung nodded his head and gave a big grin.

"Thank you hyung. Shit, I left my keys upstairs. You dont have to wait out there you know? It's pretty cold."

"Ah it's okay, I-I'll just wait here." Taehyung responded, tapping his fingers against the doorframe. Jungkook nodded quickly and sprinted upstairs, knowing his poor date was waiting out in the cold. He grabbed his keys from where he had left them on the bed and walked back down the stairs. He finally got a good look at the man at the door. His heart was pounding. The butterflies in his stomach were nearly making him hurt. Is this normal? Should I be this infatuated already? Taehyung was also wearing a long black coat, and dark blue slacks were peeking from beneath where his coat ended. He had a black beret on, with rectangular glasses perched on his nose. Jungkook smiled to himself. He wanted to compliment the elder, but wasn't really sure how to express his endearments.

It was a little awkward when they first started walking towards the movie theater, neither knowing how to initiate the conversation. It wasn't a painful silence, more of an anticipating one, excited to get to know the other one better. Jungkook was staring at the small puffs of air that he breathed out, visible due to the cold air, when Taehyung spoke.

"I hope you don't mind a horror movie, it was either this or a horribly english-dubbed kids movie." Taehyung says in distaste, scrunching up his nose.

"Ah, I'm not really a big fan of blood." Jungkook responded. He had no issue with blood, but he decided to push Taehyung's buttons a little and see how the elder might react.

Taehyung chuckled. "My parents are doctors, I visit them quite often at work so blood is a daily thing for me." Hmm.

Jungkooks hums. "Dad's a police officer, I'm sure he sees quite gruesome scenes daily. Both him and my mom used to work long hours, so I had a huge responsibility taking care of our dog, even though I was pretty young then. It would do this weird thing every month where it would just become super aggressive, it was pretty scary for 12-year old me."

Taehyung squinted his eyes at Jungkook. "I hope you took him to a doctor. That sounds abit dangerous for a 12-year old to deal with." He seemed uninterested in both vampire and werewolf references. Jungkook waved his hand infront of him. "Nah, just let him run around the garden outside and terrorize the squirrels." Taehyung laughed, flinging his arm over Jungkook's shoulder. "That's my bun." Jungkook pushed his head further down his coat, hopefully hiding his huge idiotic grin. When they arrived at the theater, Taehyung went to pay for the movie tickets while Jungkook went to buy snacks. Is there anything a possibly supernatural being can't eat?  He should have been scared of Taehyung, but the elder was so sweet, Jungkook couldn't help but slowly fall more for the older man. His niceness didn't seem like an act, and he had shown small signs of nervousness, why would someone heartless be nervous or embarrassed? Jungkook buys a big bucket of popcorn for them to share, a bag of mint chocolate and two cokes.

Jungkook tried his best not to flinch at the jump-scenes during the movie, but the movie was full of them. Taehyung leaned into Jungkook, grazing his lips onto the shell of Jungkook's ear. "I can hear you breathe weirdly Kook-ah. You can hold my hand if you're scared." He whispered. Taehyung's breath in Jungkook's ear made the younger shiver. Jungkook lifted his hand from his thigh and offered it to Taehyung, hoping the elder wouldn't notice it shaking. He could just blame it on being scared about the movie, instead of the effect Taehyung was having on the younger. The elder happily entwined their fingers together and leaned his head on the youngers shoulder. Jungkook sucked in a breath, heart hammering in his chest. He had long forgotten the movie, spending the rest of the time sneakily glancing at the boy resting on his shoulder. Fuck his eyelashes are so long.  Jungkook's gaze dropped onto Taehyung's lips. They were glossy, he had recently wet them, and the lights flickering from the movie playing were reflecting prettily off his pink mouth. His mind started wandering to all the things Taehyung could do with his mouth, noticing arousal slowly building in his member, so he quickly focused back onto the movie, nothing like blood and gore to put you off. 

 Taehyung walked Jungkook home, hands still entwined together. A small pout was forming on his face, not wanting the date to end.

"I had a really nice time bun, hopefully we could do it again sometime?" Taehyung asked, taking hold of Jungkook's other hand too so that they were facing each other.

"I'd like that alot." Jungkook responded with a shy smile. Taehyung's eyes flickered to Jungkook's mouth, making the younger quickly wet his lips out of reflex.

"Could I kiss you, Kook-ah?" Taehyung whispered, slowly closing the space between the two. Jungkook nodded in response, not trusting his words. He was so nervous he wanted to run for the hills. Taehyung was staring at Jungkook like he was his whole world. Both of them clearly had feelings too deep from just one date. Taehyung let go of Jungkook's hands, wrapping one of them instead around Jungkook's waist, pulling him closer. His other hand went up to Jungkook's cheek, his thumb caressing the youngers cheekbone. Taehyung looked into Jungkook's eyes, making sure there was no hesitation in them. He leaned in, firmly pressing his lips against the others. Jungkook's body reacted automatically, like he had known Taehyung forever. His body felt familiar, as if he knew exactly what to do. He wrapped both of his hands around Taehyung's neck, pressing their chests closer together, so that there was no room between them. They started moving their lips slowly, Jungkook moving his head to the side so that their noses wouldn't clash together. Taehyung prodded at Jungkook's lips with his tongue, wanting the younger to give him access to his mouth. Jungkook parted his lips, swallowing Taehyung's tongue into his mouth. He started twirling his own tongue around Taehyung's, both pushing for dominance. Jungkook grazed his teeth at Taehyung's bottom lip, pulling at it, before continuing to tongue at Taehyung's mouth. The kiss was slow, sultry. It was intimate, familiar, like they had done it hundreds of times before. Still, Jungkook's heart was beating twice as fast as normal, having Taehyung like this was an exciting experience. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes, Jungkook gently stroking at the back of Taehyung's nape, while Taehyung's hand was still circled around Jungkook's waist, keeping the younger one steadily pressed against him. They finally broke apart, Taehyung still keeping his hand on Jungkook's cheek. His face was flushed, mouth red and swollen from the kissing. He stroked Jungkook's cheek once more before dropping his hand back down.

"That was quite something Kook-ah. I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Jungkook could only respond with a breathless 'yeah', before Taehyung turned around to leave. "Text me when you get safely home, hyung." Taehyung gave the younger one a smile and a small wave, before dissapearing from view.


Home, sweet dreams bun.




Jungkook wokeup to loud knocking outside his door. He squinted his eyes at the bright light from his phone as he checked the time. 5 am, what the hell?  Impatient, the figure swung the door open and walked up to Jungkook's bed.

"I'm going to grandmas again, you're coming with." 


And thats how they ended up two hours later outside of Jimin's grandmothers house. A small, frail woman opened the door. She had very strong facial features and a powerful gaze, someone who clearly shouldn't be messed with, especially since Jungkook knew she was a witch. Jimin's grandmas house was very different to Jimin's. Old talismans and small animal bones were hung on walls and some even draping from the ceiling. Potted herbs decorated the windowsills, no doubt filled with some kind of magical essence. His grandma hugs both boys, before going into the kitchen to brew some chamomile tea. They were sitting by the kitchen table, his grandma placing different foods and drinks in front of them.

"Did you find out anything more about the supernatural being, grams?" Jimin asked his grandma, munching on a biscuit.

"I've narrowed it down to only a couple beings, but I'm still not sure which one it could be."

Jungkook's phone lit up.


Was the kiss that bad you didn't show up at school :c


"I know that boy." The elder woman said.

"W-What?" Jungkook asked, confused about who she was referring to.

"Him." She pointed at Jungkook's phone, where Jungkook had his chat conversation open with Taehyung. His icon was a selfie that Taehyung had sent the younger earlier that morning before they had left with Jimin.

"Um, this is my friend Taehyung, I'm sorry I think you must be mistaken." Jungkook handed his phone over to Jimin's grandma, so that she could inspect the photo closer up.

"Taehyung. Yes, it's him. His hair is different, it used to be brown, but I would recognise this face anywhere. He hasn't aged a day. He was special, in a very weak state when I met him, I was only 10 then, but I remember him vividly. He came to beg mother for a favor."

"Are you absolutely sure?" Jungkook asked, frowning. How would it be possible that Taehyung would be asking Jimin's grandmothers mother for a favor?

"Im absolutely sure. I think he had a brother, ah, I can't remember his name.." 

"Yoongi?" Jimin asked, staring at his grandmother in disbelief.

"Yes! Taehyung and Yoongi, I remember now." Jungkook and Jimin stared at each other wide-eyed. Jungkook had to ask, even though he was afraid of the answer. "Excuse me, when exactly was this?"

"It was in 1955."

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The two of them silently bid their farewells and left Jimin's grandmothers house. Jungkook's mind was racing. He knew they might be supernatural, but he wasn't prepared for it to actually be true. Had Taehyung after all tried to befriend Jungkook just so that he could feed off him? He had been gentle with all of his touches, but were they all an act? He brushed away the thoughts, he could feel in his guts that Taehyung wouldn't hurt the younger.

"I had my suspicions that they might be vampires. Well, Yoongi at least. I thought about it alot. They're the only beings that I can think of that have to die in order to turn supernatural, so it seemed only logical. I think what I felt was Yoongi's human death." They kept walking in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

"We kissed." Jungkook whispered.

Jimin sighed. "Kookie.. There's alot you don't know about vampires and you're currently diving in head first. I can't force you to stop talking to him, but please remember he's supernatural. No matter how much you like him, remember that they're dangerous beings. He lives only to drink blood. For all you know, he might just be using you to lure you into his lair. Even if his feelings are genuine and everything works out for the two of you, are you going to be some 80-year old man while he's still stuck at 20?"

"Maybe I'll turn." Jungkook murmured.

Jimin gave him a shove, raising his voice. "Shut your mouth Jungkook, you don't know what you're talking about. One kiss and now you're already thinking of turning? Control your hormones and use your brain for fucks sake. I'm not letting you die so that you can turn into a ravenous killer for some boy you've known under a month." Jungkook grabbed onto Jimin's hand, entwining their fingers in order to calm the smaller one down.

"Jiminie, my dad said that there has been a string of murders recently. Do you think it could be them?" Jungkook asked his best friend.

Jimin stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of the question. "Honestly, no. I might be wrong, but I don't think it's them. They've lived here for a couple of years, why would they jeopardize that for some reckless killings? They seem to have other sources to get their blood, so it wouldn't suit them to go on a killing spree."

Jungkook nearly laughed as the pieces started to click together. "Their parents are doctors. Plenty of blood there."

Jimin scrunched up his nose in disgust. "The one time I have a crush on someone and he turns out to be a vamp."

"Maybe it could work out for you Jiminie, both of you are supernatural. Sure it might be unconventional, but atleast you wouldn't need to hide what you truly are, that's what you wanted, right?"

Jimin hummed in response, as the two of them quietly strolled back home. Jungkook pretended he couldn't see the fond smile forming on Jimin's face when he was thinking about Yoongi.




Jungkook needed to get away for a bit to clear his head. Taehyung had been messaging him, but Jungkook wasn't ready to respond yet. He was currently sitting by his mother's grave, drawing a caricature of her. In the past months his whole life had been turned around and he wished nothing more than to be able to cry into his mothers shoulder and let her soothe him. But she was gone now. Things were too overwhelming currently, he just wanted to take a breath. Suddenly, Jungkook had been introduced to a whole new world. His best friend was a witch, the only boy he's ever liked this much turns out to be a vampire, and he's worrying about his dad, hoping he's careful while investigating the murders. Nothing in his life seemed certain. Could he be able to have a future with Taehyung? The boy wasn't even aware Jungkook knew he was a vampire. Was he even planning on mentioning the supernatural? He's a vampire, why would he want a relationship with me? Jimin's words were burning in the back of his mind. If Taehyung did actually have genuine feelings, am I going to grow old and weak while he lives on as a 20 year old? Or would I turn? Does that mean that I would become a killer?

Jungkook noticed movement in the distance, a figure walking up to him. He squinted his eyes to try to recognise who it could be, but it was too dark and he was too far away. He could feel the hairs on his hands start to rise. His instincts were telling him to run. But he stayed still, body betraying his mind. He knew who it was. The serial killer. No one else would walk towards him in an empty graveyard if they didn't have ill-intentions. The figure was close now, he could see how tall the man in front of him was, black hair parted fashionably on top of his forehead. He was smiling at Jungkook. It looked manic. Jungkook was athletic, and he was quickly calculating the odds of being able to outrun the figure. He was rethinking what his father had told him about the case. 'We can't find any new leads.' People usually fuck up after crimes, don't they? Does that mean the figure could be something other than human? He didn't know how quick supernatural beings were, but he knew he was slower.

"What's such a pretty boy doing here by yourself?" The man asked, cocking his head to the side. He was radiating danger, the exact opposite aura that Taehyung had. Jungkook stayed silent, too scared to break eye-contact incase the stranger would make any sudden movements. "Cat got your tongue, huh?" The male clucks his tongue, impatient. "That's okay, I can do the talking." The man crouches down, so that he was eye-level with Jungkook. "Now here's what we are going to do. You are going to follow me, I have something I need you to do for me, and then I'm going to kill you. Understood?" Jungkook was glaring at the man, human or not, Jungkook wasn't going to leave without a fight.

"Did you not hear me, boy?" The man roughly grabbed Jungkook's chin into his hand. He would probably have bruises on his cheeks in the morning due to the force the male was holding him with. His eye color was changing from a dark brown to blood red. "I said, follow me."

"Why the fuck would I do that?" Jungkook spat in response.

The male looked taken aback,  dropping his hand and staring wide-eyed at the younger. He quickly composed himself before narrowing his eyes at Jungkook. "Interesting... You seem to be under the protection of a witch." Jungkook frowned, who was this guy? How did he know about witches?

The male sighed. "Tell me the name of your witch so I can get all of this done sooner."

"I'd rather fucking die than tell you their name." Jungkook chuckled. "Oh wait, sorryyou can't hurt me." He didn't know where his sudden confidence came from, but he was internally thanking Jimin for whatever protections he had placed on Jungkook.

"Watch your tongue boy, before I rip it out." The male growled. "You have no idea who you're talking to. You think I can't get a human to come up and hurt you? Your mouth just granted you a death sentence." The man stood back up, dark eyes leering over Jungkook.

Jungkook was biting at the inside of his cheek. Of course he could just get someone else to hurt me. He wanted to slap himself for being so stupid for talking back to the being. Jungkook feels a light breeze and a gentle hand on his shoulder. A frantic Taehyung was crouching next to him. 

"Are you hurt, Kook-ah?" Taehyung asks, eyes filled with concern as he brings up a hand to stroke the boys cheek.

"I'm fine." Jungkook answers coldly, flinching at the others touch. He pretends not to notice the hurt in the others eyes. Taehyung stands up, offering Jungkook a hand to stand up too. The younger accepts, and hoists himself off the ground. Taehyung turns around to face the figure, placing his body in the middle between the two of them. He was standing fully infront of Jungkook, protecting him from the figure staring at the younger with a sinister smile. The male lifts his gaze from the younger, eyes hardening as he faces Taehyung.

"Kim Taehyung. What a pleasant surprise to see you here." The man hums. "You protecting him might have just exposed you, you foolish boy. I figure that the boy behind you is your mate, hmm?"

"You dont know what you're talking about, Minho." Taehyung growled. Taehyung's body was livid, Jungkook had never someone as angry as the elder infront of him was. Growls were leaving the elders mouth whenever Minho tried to look over at Jungkook.

"No need to get so feisty Taehyung, I was just here for a light snack, but oh, how much more interesting my night has just become. If he really isn't your mate, you wouldn't mind leaving so I could enjoy my new little play thing?" Minho shifted a step closer to the two. Taehyung stayed still, but pulled Jungkook so that the youngers chest was hugging Taehyung's back. "Fuck off, Minho." 

"A mate for a mate, Taehyung, you know how this works. I promised you what would happen, and now you've handed me your mate on a silver platter. I'm older than you, you know you won't beat me in a fight. Hand him over before I kill both of you."

Jungkook wrapped his hands around Taehyung's bicep, urging the other male to take a step back. Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook, and saw the concern in the younger's eyes.

"It's okay Kook-ah, I won't let him touch you."

Minho playfully pouted. "Is little Taehyungie in love? Do you think his heart belongs to you in return, hmm?" Minho clucks his tongue and shrugs before continuing. "For now, possibly. In the end though, it'll be mine, the final pulses throbbing in my hand once I rip it out of his chest."

Taehyung snarled, white fangs protruding from his mouth. Jungkook could feel the elders muscles tense up, preparing to attack the man infront of them.

"Now now brother, let's not do anything rash." An unfamiliar voice said. Yoongi strolled into view from behind a large tombstone, walking over to Taehyung's side.

Minho's eyes narrowed. "Figured you wouldn't be too far behind, Min Yoongi."

"You can always count on me, Minho." Yoongi said amused, winking at the the elder. "You and Jackson have caused quite a scene with all these killings in Busan, havn't you? Bit too sloppy for my taste. I don't think you want to face Namjoon or Seokjin, do you?"

"You think that we're scared of them?" Minho asked threateningly.

Yoongi laughed. "Don't be foolish. They're over 500 years old, Minho. Your hand would snap like a twig at their touch."

"Fine, we'll leave. Give me Taehyung's mate first, and we will be gone."

Yoongi walked over to Minho. Even though he was shorter, Yoongi's presence was intimidating, causing Minho to stumble back a step.

"I suggest you make your next move very wisely. There's two of us and one of you. Not to forget you threatening Taehyung's mate. I would snap your neck right here, but I'm not looking to start a war with your clan. I won't ask you again. Leave." Yoongi snarled at the elder, causing Minho to clench his jaw and look away.

Taehyung was still shielding Jungkook behind his back. He peeked his head from behind the elders shoulder, to see Minho staring right back at him.

"I'll find your witch. You better watch your back after that, yeah?" Minho said before leaving. Super speed. Minho was out of sight before Jungkook could even blink.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Tae? Do you realise how much danger you just put Jungkook in?"

"What was I supposed to do Yoongi?" Taehyung yelled. "He wasn't responding to my messages so I had to go look for him. I could smell Minho's scent too, I couldn't just let him take Jungkook."

Jungkook frowned. It was all his fault. If he had just responded to Taehyung, he wouldn't have gone to the graveyard and Minho would have never found him. "I- I just needed time to think. I'm sorry I've put the two of you in danger. And Jimin..."

Yoongi clenched his jaw. "How did Minho figure out we had a witch?" Taehyung sighed. "He tried to use compulsion."

Yoongi's eyes flickered over Jungkook, settling at the bracelet dangling on the youngers wrist. He nodded. "Jimin's smart, I hadn't realised he knew who we were. You better thank your best friend, he just saved your life."

"U-Uh yeah I'll tell him, maybe after one of you could tell me what the fuck is going on?"




Taehyung and his family lived in the two top floors of Busan's tallest apartment complex. Yoongi punched in the key code and the three of them entered the main living area. A huge chandelier hung from the roof, on top of a long mahogany dining table. The kitchen cabinets and closets were made from white marble, contrasting the dark-tiled floor. Taehyung led Jungkook to his room on the second floor. Jungkook walked into the room and nearly gasped at how beautiful it looked. A large double bed with flowing, white sheets sat in the middle of the room. His walls were covered in different artwork, some famous and some of Taehyung's own, it looked like a museum. He had a bookshelf full of different books, varying from art history to the latest mangas. There was no door to his large ensuite bathroom. A pearl-colored bathtub glistened in the bathroom, tempting Jungkook to dip into the water. Taehyung sat down on his bed, biting on his lower lip.

"I'm a vampire."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the elder. "Yeah, I kinda figured that part out, thanks."

Taehyung pouted. "Don't be like that Kook-ah, it's not like I was explicitly hiding it." Jungkook scoffed. Taehyung glared at him before continuing. "I literally told you that I have super-human hearing and blood is a daily thing for me. How was I supposed to know that you were aware of supernatural beings? Do you think during the first date I'll just casually tell you how I drink blood for a living?"

That peaked Jungkook's interest. "Why would you want to be with a human? More specifically, me?"

Taehyung furrowed his brows. "I think that's a story for another time Kook-ah. I'll answer any other questions you have."

Jungkook sighed. "Fine. What's this?" Jungkook asked, raising his hand to show off the bracelet.

Taehyung nodded slowly. "Theres a certain type of herb that can be deadly to vampires. It's called vervain. Humans can touch and swallow it, but it would burn vampires if it made contact with our skin. It has other qualities too, like anti-compulsion."


Taehyung hummed. "Like Yoongi said, Jimin's smart. That small charm you have on the bracelet is filled with vervain. I noticed it at school." Taehyung got up and pulled the standing Jungkook onto the bed with him before continuing. "Compulsion is something that vampires can do. They can force humans to do actions against their will. Minho's eyes turned red, right?" Jungkook nodded. "He was trying to use compulsion to force you to go with him. That bracelet Jimin gave you stopped the compulsion from working. Never take that bracelet off, okay Kook-ah?" Holy shit Jimin really cares about me.

"Have you used compulsion on me?" Jungkook asked Taehyung, too afraid to look at the elder.

Taehyung gently lifted Jungkook's chin, showing how soft his gaze was for the younger. "I would never bun, trust me on that."

Jungkook nodded again. "I'm expecting to hear the whole story of how you turned, how do you even turn?" Taehyung opened his mouth before Jungkook cut him off. "Nevermind that yet, I have a more important question. Mate?"

Taehyung winced. "I care about you Kook-ah, more than you probably know."

"I care about you too hyung, but isn't a 'mate' like a lifetime thing? How did Minho know that we are 'mates'? Nevermind, probably just because you were defending me."

Taehyung was biting at his lip nervously. He stood up and started pacing his room, leaving Jungkook to sit alone at the bed. "Seokjin and Namjoon will be home in a couple hours, would you be ready to meet them?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "I mean, we havn't even gone on a second date. But sure, I'm ready to meet my one date- turned to lifetime mates vampire parents."

Taehyung chuckled and gave Jungkook a big grin.

"I have one more question though hyungie." Taehyung hummed, waiting for Jungkook to continue, while still slowly pacing around the room.

"What did Minho mean when he said 'a mate for a mate'? Did you do something to his mate, Tae?"

Taehyung turned around to face Jungkook and nodded.

"I ripped that bitch to shreds."


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"So you've killed people before then?" Jungkook asked, not sure what emotions were coursing through him.

Taehyung came back to sit on the bed, taking one of Jungkook's hands and playing with his fingers. "Please don't think any less of me." Taehyung said, looking into the youngers eyes. Jungkook saw how scared the older boy looked, worried that Jungkook would flee. He gave a small smile of encouragement for Taehyung to continue. "It was only because I had to, Kook-ah. They deserved it." Taehyung's eyes hardened, turning his face away from Jungkook, deep in thought of his past actions.

"Hey, Tae, look at me." Jungkook lifted his hand up and gently placed it onto Taehyung's cheek. He saw the elders bottom lip start to quiver, as if he were holding back tears. Panicked, Jungkook quickly leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss onto the elders cheek to distract the elder from his thoughts. "Whenever you're ready to tell me about it, I'll be here okay?" Taehyung gave a small nod and pulled the younger into a tight hug. Jungkook's frame was more muscular than Taehyung's, but the elders broad shoulders and slim figure moulded perfectly with the youngers one. "I never thanked you for looking out for me at the graveyard... I'm sorry I flinched, I was just confused and maybe even hurt, I guess? You were really scary back there, Tae." Jungkook giggled into the other males shoulder, the nickname slipping naturally from his lips. As Taehyung pulled back from the embrace, Jungkook could see pink dusting his cheeks.

"You can blush?"

Taehyung responded with a shy smile. "Yes Kook-ah, we can blush. Unless we're deprived from blood, our bodies function quite normally." Jungkook doesn't know what possesses him to open his mouth again.

"So everything down there works fine?"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at the youngers sudden boldness. "Well aren't we a curious one? Yes Kook-ah, everything 'down there', as you so eloquently put it, works fine. Were you wanting to test it out?"

It was Jungkook's turn to blush, scrambling for words. “Pffft, wha—pfft, you,” Taehyung laughed at the younger ones struggles. Jungkook wanted to change the topic as soon as possible, saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Could I see your fangs?"

Taehyung looked taken aback for a moment, staring at the younger one wide-eyed. His face then contorted into a shy one, nodding as he scooted closer to the younger. He slightly parted his lips, and white fangs slowly descended from both sides of his mouth. Jungkook was staring in awe. "C-Can I?" He asked hesitantly. The situation was intimate, Jungkook tracing his hand along Taehyung's jaw and mouth, studying the older boys mouth. Jungkook was mesmerized. He trailed his fingers along the elders long porcelain fangs. Taehyung was looking vulnerable, still hesitant on Jungkook's acceptance of his supernatural status. Taehyung made sure the other had moved further away from his mouth before be talked. "It's been a long time since anyone had been this close to my fangs." Jungkook frowned, a sudden wave of jealousy coursing through him. Taehyung gave a knowing chuckle. "Don't be jealous Kook-ah."

"Am not." The younger answered, crossing his hands over his chest and giving out a small huff. Taehyung gave him an amused grin.

"Tell me about your life and this mystery fang toucher."

Taehyung barked out a laugh. "Bun, please." Jungkook glared at the other, waiting for him to continue. Taehyung gave him a fond smile and wet his lips nervously.

"I was born in 1870, turned in 1890." He started off hesitantly. Jungkook gawked at him, but stayed silent, wanting to hear more about Taehyung's story. "My life wasn't grand by any means. My mother had abandoned me by a doorstep in Daegu after I was born. The woman who took me in saved my life. She didn't have much, but took care of me like her own. How kind someone must be to share everything even though they had nothing, with a complete stranger." Taehyung smiled at the memory. "She passed away when I was 14. That's when I met Yoongi. After Ji-eun had passed away, I was thrown onto the streets. I was getting beaten up in an alleyway when he showed up. He put up a hell of a fight against the two thugs, managing to tear them away from me. He's always had my back." Taehyung bit his lip, stopping himself from breaking into a huge grin thinking of his brother. "We stayed together ever since. It was the winter in 1890 when the two of us got turned." His face turned into a frown. "It was quite dumb, really. It was the coldest day of winter, and we just wanted some shelter to shield us from the cold. We found a barn that we though was abandonded, and spent the night there. The farmer who owned the barn wasn't too happy finding trespassers. He locked us in and set the small barn to flames. We were barely breathing, coughing up fumes, when Seokjin found us. He had come to inspect the fire. The next thing I remember was a searing pain, and then all black. He was turning me."

Jungkook was staring at the other one wide-eyed. "How do you turn?"

"You need to die with vampire blood in your system. After you wakeup from your.. death, you need to feed in order to complete the transition."

"Who did you feed on?"

"Seokjin had a quick chat with the farmer that locked us in. It didn't end well for him." He said with an entertained smile.

Jungkook frowned. "Can you eat normal food?"

Taehyung nodded. "As long as we have blood in our system, we can eat normally too."

After sitting in silence for a moment, Taehyung's mouth twitched upwards. "They're home."




"What a pleasure to finally meet you, Jungkook." A handsome blonde haired-male greeted him with a smile. He was sitting on their white leather couch in the living room with a wine glass in hand, (atleast he hoped it was wine) leaning against a silver-haired man. "My name is Seokjin, this here is my partner, Namjoon." The silver-haired male gave Jungkook a dimpled smile. "Please, come sit."

Standing behind Taehyung, Jungkook nervously went around him, toes tickling as they hit the fluffy brown rug, to sit on the leather couch, opposite the two males. "Tae, go get Yoongi." With a grin, in the blink of an eye, Taehyung was gone. Jungkook's eyebrows went up in shock. He heard a low chuckle and turned to the males.

"It takes some time to get used to, Jungkook. It seems like Taehyung isn't hiding any of his abilities from you." Seokjin murmured. Jungkook nodded to them. The two men infront of him held themselves with grace. They were powerful. Jungkook remembered Yoongi's words, they're over 500 years old.

"What are you thinking about, little one?" Seokjin asked softly. Jungkook nervously swallowed the spit that had gathered in his mouth and was opening his mouth to respond, when Taehyung and Yoongi came into the living room. Taehyung took a seat next to Jungkook, wrapping his hand around Jungkook's shoulder, while Yoongi stayed standing behind the couch.

"We met Minho." Yoongi stated, not being one to dwell on small talk. Namjoon's eyes flickered between Jungkook and Taehyung. How did he know?  Seokjin narrowed his eyes. "So he's the one behind the killings?" Yoongi nodded in confirmation. "Him and Jackson. Could be more for all we know, but those are the two that I could trace." Seokjin nodded slowly. "They know we have a witch. They gave Jungkook vervain to resist Minho's compulsion."

Taehyung turned his head around to grin at Yoongi. "Ah, quick to inform everyone about our amazing witch, aren't we brother?" He teased.

"Bite me, Tae" Yoongi said through gritted teeth.

Taehyung clucked his tongue. "Sorry bro, I prefer my blood fresher by about 100 years."

Namjoon cut off the two bickering brothers. "You're taking all of this surprisingly well, Jungkook."

"I- I think I got over the initial shock with Jimin."

"That's good." Seokjin smiled. "We know you must be protected by your witch friend, but you are welcome to stay here for as long as you want. No one would dare step a foot into our lair. They are already treading on thin ice with the killings and threatening you. We might have to take action, I'm not looking forward for a clash with the Choi clan." Seokjin sighed, while Namjoon stroked his partners waist.

"We're some of the oldest vampires, Jungkook. Please don't worry, you're safe here. Make yourself at home in our guest bedroom. " Namjoon comforted the younger. "You must still be a bit frightened. I'm sure Taehyung wouldn't mind letting you take a bath. If you would excuse us, we have something to talk about with him." Jungkook nodded, looking over at Taehyung. "You'll find towels in the bathroom. Take some fresh clothes from my closet once you're done. It's okay, Kook-ah." Taehyung gave Jungkook a light squeeze on his hand before the younger departed back to Taehyung's room.




He didn't mean to eavesdrop. Okay, maybe a little. Sue him, he was curious about vampire conversations.

"You need to tell him, Taehyung."  There was a slight pause

"I know, it's hard okay. I'll do it in my own time."  Taehyung's deep voice growled.

"I understand that, you've gone through alot. Though I'm furious at you for putting yourself in danger, it's good that you went to help him. Mate or not, you know why we can't let Minho take him.

Jungkook heard a frustrated sigh. "Just for once, I want to be happy. Why can't I ever just be happy? I've waited for so long, Seokjin. Taehyung's voice was so small, Jungkook barely heard it.

The conversation seemed too private for Jungkook to continue listening in. Guilt flooded him as he went back to Taehyung's room, pondering what had happened to make the elder so sad.




For the next few weeks, Jungkook and Taehyung spent every moment they could together. They went to university together, and lounged at Taehyung's house afterwards. Jungkook met up with Jimin sometimes after classes were over. He had once went to surprise Taehyung at his house. He walked into his room, finding the elder slurping on an AB+ bloodbag through a pink straw, while working on an assignment for their art class. He knew Taehyung felt uncomfortable with Jungkook knowing he needed to feed, so Jungkook took some time away from him and spent time with Jimin, sometimes popping by the police station to catch up with his father. The killings had slowed down, but there was still evidence that Minho had stayed in Busan.

Currently, Jungkook was sitting on Taehyung's bed, while the elder was sitting by his computer, searching for restaurants the two of them could visit for a date night.Being with Taehyung felt so easy. They had known each other for only a couple of months, but every moment of it had been infatuating to Jungkook. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Taehyung wanted to be with him, that he considered Jungkook as a potential mate. With a sudden burst of confidence, Jungkook walked over to Taehyung, pulling him up.


"Sit." He gestured Taehyung to go sit on the bed, to which the elder complied with a confused look on his face. Jungkook slowly went to sit on top of Taehyung, straddling the elder. Taehyung's eyes narrowed as he understood what Jungkook was doing.

"What are you doing, angel?" Taehyung asked the other, hands on Jungkook's waist to keep him stable.

"Shh," Jungkook whispered, leaning his head towards Taehyung's jaw. For the weeks they had been together, they had mostly only placed light kisses onto the other one, never going further than that.

Jungkook locked his lips onto Taehyung's throat, placing small, wet kisses up and down the length of it. He moved upwards, kissing at the other males jaw. Slowly, he started grinding down on top of Taehyung, resulting in a small growl coming from the elders lips.

"Kook-ah, what are you doing to me?" The elder groaned, feeling Jungkook's hardening member through his sweatpants.

"Don't you want me?" Jungkook whispered into Taehyung's ear, biting at his earlobe and sucking at the earrings attached to it.

"Bun, you have no idea how badly I'd want to take you right now, but theres still things I havn't told you, and I don't want us to do something like this before that. I feel like it would be deceiving you."

Jungkook frowned, placing his hands on Taehyung's chest and pushing back to face the elder. "Deceiving me?"

Taehyung sighed, removing Jungkook from his lap to sit next to him.

"I have something very important to talk to you about. Would you want to have that conversation with me now?"

"A-Are you breaking up with me? Even though were not actually officially together, but I've had a great time so far and I'm sorry if i did somet-"

Taehyung placed a finger onto Jungkook's lips to stop the younger one from rambling.

"I'm not breaking up with you. Hopefully, you'll be open-minded with what I'm about to tell you, and then maybe we could be officially together." Taehyung said with a small smile.

Jungkook was nibbling at his lower lip. Taehyung had something to tell him. Something that he thought he needed to tell before sex. He mentally prepared himself for anything.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Taehyung nodded and stood up from the bed. "I'll be a moment." With that, he left the room, leaving Jungkook by himself. Hopefully Taehyung wouldn't take too long, Jungkook felt like the silence was slowly killing him. Finally, Taehyung walked back into the room with a box in his hand. The elder had tears forming in his eyes.

"Jungkook." He said with a weak voice. "Please, please don't break my heart. Please try to understand." Jungkook could do nothing but give the other male a worried nod. Hesitantly, Taehyung walked over to Jungkook and sat next to him on the bed. He opened the sleek dark wooden box, taking out a photograph. With shaking hands, he handed it over to Jungkook. He gave the younger a moment to register the contents of the photo.  The photo was of two boys smiling at the camera with cheeks pressed together, one of them showing a peace sign next to his eye.

"I-Is this us? We've never taken a picture like this before Taehyung. Why is it so blurry.. and old?" Jungkook asked with a frown.

"The photo was taken in 1954." Taehyung said quietly.

"So your big news is that you found someone who looks like me? Is that why you wanted to date me?" Jungkook was starting to get angry. Was this some sick fantasy that Taehyung wanted to replay in his head of some long lost love?

Taehyung's eyes opened wide in panic, sensing the change of mood in the younger. "No, no. It's you, Kook-ah."

"What the fuck do you mean its me?"

Taehyung's bottom lip was quivering, a delicate tear falling from his eye. "You died, Jungkook."

"What?" He responded breathlessly. He was trying his best to understand, but he couldn't. This person in the picture couldn't be him. It wasn't possible.

"Please. I'll try to explain everything. Just give me a chance." Jungkook nodded at the elder with a frown. Taehyung swallowed and wiped away the stray tear.

"We met in 1951. Y-You were so happy Kook-ah. You had just turned 18 and you went out to celebrate with friends." Tears were rolling down Taehyung's cheek again, thinking about his memories. "Y-You didn't even realise you had walked straight into a vampire bar." Taehyung let out a small chuckle while sniffling. "Some rowdy vamp was all over you, and I-I couldn't take it, so I came over to introduce myself. God Kook, you were so handsome. You still are, nothing has changed. But seeing you for the first time, excitement glistening in your eyes, you were so full of life. Sweeped me off my feet the minute I met you. A-And you, you looked at me the same way. Like you had just met an angel, in the form of, well, me." I probably had. "We left the bar together and walked and spoke all night. I- I had already been a vampire for quite a while at that point, and I swear to you I never felt more alive. God, you- you gave me so much hope Jungkook. I was destined to live without love, and then you showed up. W-We had been together for four years at that point w-w-when-." Taehyung couldn't control his crying at that point. Jungkook's heart broke at the sight in front of him. He didn't notice silent tears streaming down his own face. He took Taehyung's hand and gave it a light squeeze. Gently, he lifted his other hand up to Taehyung's cheek to brush away the tears forming. Taehyung leaned into the youngers touch, determined to continue the story.

Taehyung let out a breath. "I was coming over that day. I was going to ask you to be my mate."

"To turn me?" Jungkook gasped.

Taehyung nodded. "I knew something was wrong when- when I smelt the fresh blood when I turned to your street. The news stated that it was a robbery gone wrong, but that wasn't even close to the truth." Taehyung let out a quivering breath. "I found you in your room, on the bed. Y-Your blood was everywhere- you were b-barely breathing Kook-ah. I-I carried your dying body in my hands, bun. God y-you were so pale." Taehyung brought a hand up to his face to try to control his crying, leaning his palm against his forehead.

"Y-You had never even talked about wanting to become a vampire. I couldn't just t-turn you against your will. I-I c-couldn't-"

Jungkook had had enough of watching the other in pain. He pulled Taehyung towards him by his nape. Taehyung sobbed into Jungkook's shoulder, staining his white t-shirt with tears. "Hey, shh, Tae it's okay. I'm here, it's okay. I'm not leaving." Jungkook said as he rubbed soothing circles into Taehyung's back. After a moment, Taehyung quietly continues. "I would've been selfish. If I wouldn't have gotten help from the witches in time, I would've turned you without asking. I-I wasn't prepared to live without you, I'm still not. And it hurts me so much that I'm so in love with you, I have been for over 60 years, and you don't remember a single thing." Jungkook was crying into Taehyung's hair, placing light kisses onto his ear. Jungkook spoke in the most soothing voice he could muster at that moment. "Would you tell me how you helped me, Tae? You are so strong, please don't cry."

Taehyung gave a small nod. "Witches are beings of nature. In order to bring back life, you need to sacrifice it too. The price for you was 5 souls. I did it in a heartbeat. The only downside was that I didn't know how long it would be until you would be reborn. I would've waited for an eternity for you."

"Tae.. who did you kill?"

Taehyung sat back up straight, wiping the remainder of his tears before speaking again. "A mate for a mate." He said mockingly. "Newborn vampires are frantic beings, Kook. They're barely in control of their emotions or bloodlust, they have a newfound sense of power and they use it mercilessly. Her name was Dahyun, not that I cared too much. She was Minho's mate, a recently turned vampire. Drunk on power, she thought it would be funny to compel humans to go on killing sprees. I didn't care if they had been compelled, I killed every last one of them that had touched you. It was all the witches needed to cast the spell, I just needed to wait for you after that. But no one is allowed to hurt my family. I hunted down Dahyun and ripped her heart out. Those six are the only beings I've ever killed"


"Kook-ah" Taehyung interrupted. "No one hurts my family and gets away with it." Jungkook nodded, feeling like there was still more to the story.

"I- I found you. In Seoul." Jungkook's eyes widened at the elder.

"I saved you from the car crash, Jungkook."

Jungkook frowned. "No one knew how I made it out of the car... It seemed impossible. It was you?"

"I wasn't going to lose you twice, Kook-ah."

"My mom?"

Taehyung gaved a pained expression. "She was already gone, angel, there was nothing I could do to help her anymore."

Jungkook could feel the pain of his mothers death resurfacing. He knew it wasn't Taehyung's fault, but he was so full of emotions and he just needed to release them. He started pounding his fists on Taehyung's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. He knew it didn't hurt the vampire. Taehyung sat there, letting the younger freely release the anger and pain he had been holding inside.

"You- You could have used cpr or some shit! Turned her into a vampire! It hurts so much Tae, fuck I can't breath."

Taehyung gave the younger a sad smile and pulled him into his lap, running his fingers through the youngers hair while Jungkook cried into his shoulder. "They need to be alive for me to turn them Kook-ah, you know that." Taehyung murmured. "The car went through brick before plummeting, Jungkook. If you would have been in the passenger seat, you would have been gone too. The whole front of the car was wrecked. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't help her, jagiya." Taehyung whispered, as he wiped away the tears on Jungkook's face, and held him in his embrace. They sat in silence for nearly an hour, Taehyung gently rocking the boy on his lap back and forth, hand stroking gently down the youngers nape. 

"Was I the person you were talking about when you said someone touched your fangs long ago?"

Taehyung chuckled. "Yes. I've never met a person before who were jealous of themselves." Jungkook gave Taehyung's chest a light slap, not showing that his mouth was turned into an amused grin.

"Does Jimin know?"

"Does Jimin know what, love?"

"Our history. That I was reborn."

"Jimin's family was the one who cast the spell for me, jagiya."

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Jungkook decided to stay for the night at Taehyung's house. He still stayed in the guest room, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was basically living a second life. He quickly dried his hair after the shower he had, slipping on one of his trademark large white t-shirts and grey sweatpants. Not wanting to disturb the others, he slowly creaked the door of his room open and quietly padded towards the kitchen to get a glass of banana milk before trying to sleep. Turning the corner to the kitchen, he realised he wasn't alone. Namjoon was sitting by the counter in a dark red silk robe, glasses perched on his nose as he was reading a book. Jungkook froze in place, not knowing if he should turn back to not disturb the elder vampire. Before he could make his decision, Namjoon spoke up without looking away from his book.

"I heard you the moment you opened your door, I would have left before you made it here if I wouldn't be interested in your company. So please, come forward Jungkook."

"Thank you, Namjoon-ssi." Jungkook mumbled, awkwardly shuffling towards the cupboard to take a glass and fill it with the milk from the fridge. Namjoon put down his book and peered at Jungkook.

"Tell me what's bothering you."


"Jungkook. After living for over 500 years, I'd like to believe that I'm pretty good at reading people and their emotions."

Jungkook sat onto the bench next to Namjoon and let out a small huff. "Taehyung told me... about us."

Namjoon gave a small nod. "And how do you feel about that?"

Jungkook furrowed his brows together. "I'm not sure." Namjoon cocks his head to the side with a small smile. "Well, you havn't run away yet, so I think you already know how you feel about it, you just need some time to accept it." They sit in comfortable silence for a moment before Namjoon speaks up again. "We would really like to meet your friend, Jimin, do you think he would want to join us for dinner tomorrow?"

Jungkook smiles, his bunny-teeth poking out from his mouth. "I'm sure he'd love to. He has a slight crush on your son. Ah, son? Vampire son? Foster child? Aish, I'm sorry- Ah, I just swore I'm sorry-" Blush was slowly making it's way up Jungkook's cheeks as he kept embarrassing himself in front of the elder vampire.

Namjoon chuckled. "Calling him son is fine, I regard both of those brats as our children." He ponders for a moment before continuing. "It's about time Yoongi would find someone, he deserves to be happy. Let's not tell Seokjin though, I'm afraid he would play matchmaker all evening." Namjoon let out a fond laugh.

"How did the two of you meet, if you don't mind me asking?"

A flash of sadness passed through Namjoon's eyes as he looked at the younger. "They aren't memories that I like to dwell on. I am sure you, amongst all the rest of us, have noticed Seokjin's handsome features." Jungkook nodded. Seokjin was one of the most handsome people he had ever met. Light blonde hair perfectly flowing over dark brown eyes and brows. A narrow face with a strong jaw and broad shoulders. The perfect combination between fragile yet masculine. "I was a nomad, a traveller when I met him. I had only been a vampire for a couple of years."

"How did you become one?"

Namjoon smiled. "I guess it would be the equivelant of what you would call a hit and run these days. I don't know who turned me, the only thing I remember is waking up and feeling nothing but a craving for blood."

Jungkook furrowed his brows. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

"Ah please, don't be. I would have never met Seokjin otherwise. I was just passing through their village. I needed my fill of ah- blood, before continuing to the next village. That's where I met him. He was being kept as a slave, his body being used for the pleasure of others. He was purple and beaten when I got to him, fresh cuts and bruises forming on his face and whip marks decorated his back. He had put up a fight and was punished because of his misbehaviour. I fed him my blood to heal him. Seokjin asked me to turn him that very night. He hated how weak he felt, so helpless that he couldn't fight against his captors. I guess he's stuck with me ever since." Namjoon finished with a fond smile.

"The two of you must really love each other. 500 years is a long time."

"Yes, time flies by so fast. Jungkook, please don't think too hard about you and Taehyung. I knew you, you know, before all of it happened. When the two of you were together, there was an invisible bubble around you, pushing everything else outside apart from the other. The two of you have always only had eyes for each other. When I saw the two of you together, no matter what you were doing, even something as simple as eating food together, I felt like I was intruding on a very intimate moment. You are like magnets, Jungkook." Jungkook bit his bottom lip, considering what Namjoon had just told him.

"Thank you Namjoon-ssi. Thank you for opening up and thank you for accepting the, ah- new me. I hope you have a good rest of the night." Jungkook scooted up from his chair and gave Namjoon a small bow before excusing himself.

"Jungkook." Namjoon called after him. "Taehyung is one of the most affectionate people I know. I know he hasn't told you, but he is really holding himself back. He's giving you space, but I know that he's beating himself over the fact that you're in a different room than him."

Jungkook walked in a different direction than his guest bedroom, opening the door to Taehyung's room instead. The elder was laying on his bed, sketchbook in hand, different colored pencils scattered over the white sheets.

"Kook-ah, what are you doing here?" Taehyung asked in surprise, a smile playing on his lips due to seeing the younger.

"C-Could I sleep in here tonight?" Jungkook asked, fiddling with the rim of the see-through glass still in his hand. Taehyung nodded his head eagerly, mouth contorted into a warm smile. Jungkook walked over to the bed the elder was laying on, placing the glass on the black, wooden bedside table. He nervously slipped under the covers, and turned to face the elder, cheek smushed against the plump pillow.

"Could I join you, Kook-ah?" Taehyung murmured. Jungkook nodded, lifting the sheet up slightly to cover his flushing cheeks. Taehyung scooped all of the pencils and dropped them onto the ground, the carpet blocking any sounds that would have been created from the fall. In a couple of seconds, Taehyung had gone over to the lightswitch and turned it off and reached back to the bed, leaving behind only a small breeze. I really need to get used to that. After Taehyung had settled underneath the white linen, he gave Jungkook a nervous smile.

"Can I come closer?" Jungkook gave a shy nod as Taehyung started scooting closer to the younger. Jungkook's pulse was skyrocketing as Taehyung pulled the younger by his waist, placing his head on Taehyung's chest. He could hear the steady thrum of Taehyung's heartbeat, as the elder placed his chin on top of Jungkook's head. They laid in silence, as Taehyung thread his slim fingers through Jungkook's half-dried and tangled dark red locks.

"I'm gonna go to Jimin's tomorrow, see if he knows anything about the whole rebirth thing. I want to remember too, hyung. I've always felt different in your presence compared to anyone elses."

"Take your time, Kook-ah. I'll always be here." Taehyung whispered. Jungkook fell asleep not long after, ears ringing with Taehyung's deep voice murmuring sweet nothings.



The next day, Jungkook found himself in Jimin's room, waiting for the elder to come back with their cups of tea. Jimin re-enters the bedroom, tea cups in hand, stilling at Jungkook's next words.

"Can you help me remember my other life?"

Jimin walked over to Jungkook with a furrowed brow. "Kookie, it would be quite difficult."

"But possible?"

Jimin sighed. "Technically, yes. With the rebirthing, a part of your current soul is meshed with your previous one, basically making you the same that you used to be. I could never gain 100% of your previous soul, as not all of it is there, the area occupied with your current soul, but I could try to give you a glimpse?"

Jungkook hissed, burning his tongue on the scolding hot tea, but gave Jimin an eager nod. "I'd need something of Taehyung's, to draw the parts of your soul that were with him, and not your early childhood. Do you have anything?"

Jungkook nodded sheepishly. "I borrowed his shirt this morning before coming over." Jimin gave the younger a pointed look and rolled his eyes. "Give." He said, throwing a clean shirt in Jungkook's direction for him to swap into. While Jungkook was changing, Jimin was setting up candles around the room. "Whenever possible, it's best to try to draw energy from any possible source, in this case, the candles will be very helpful for me. Whenever you're ready, please go lay down." Jungkook nervously laid down onto Jimin's bed, watching the elder walk towards him, Taehyung's shirt in hand. "Close your eyes and calm down. Spells always work best with an empty mind." Jungkook complied, resting his hands on top of his stomach.

Phasmatos Spiritum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San.

Different moments started flickering through Jungkook's vision.

"Tae! Taaeee come on, we're gonna miss it!" Jungkook whined, pulling at Taehyung's hand. "You know it's my favourite band, let's go." Jungkook giggled as he finally managed to pull Taehyung off his bed. "Yah, Kook-ah, we go there every week. I don't even listen to them and because of you, I know all of their songs by heart." Jungkook kept on giggling, as he hoisted himself on top of Taehyung's back, as the elder started trecking down the stairs towards Jungkook's favourite jazz club.


"-Ah Taehyung please, please keep going," Jungkook moaned. Taehyung growled and sank his teeth once again into the skin of Jungkook's neck, with the younger squirming underneath him in pleasure, moans escaping his mouth as the elder fed on him.


"TaeTae, come here!" Jungkook squealed. He had received a camera from Taehyung for his birthday, and he wanted the first picture he'd ever take to be of the two of them. Taehyung came over to Jungkook's side, smashing their cheeks together. Both boys were smiling as Taehyung lifted his hand over to Jungkook's eye, creating a peace sign between it.

It wasn't alot, just a couple scattered memories. But he could feel it. Undying love.




Jungkook knocked on Taehyung's door, giddy about meeting the elder vampire.

"Come in." A deep voice said.

Jungkook walked into the room, hands behind his back.

"Hi. I love you."

Taehyung stared wide-eyed at the boy, a pink blush forming on his cheeks. A breathless what?  escaping his lips.

Jungkook sighed dramatically. "As I said, I love you."

"You- You remember?"

Jungkook gave the other a shy smile. "Just small bits, but its enough. I mean, I was pretty sure I was already falling in love with you now, so getting all these new memories just kinda enhanced it." Within a second, Taehyung was right in front of Jungkook.

"Kook-ah." He whispered. Jungkook's hands found Taehyung's neck, pulling the elder boy towards his lips. He wet his lips with a quick swipe and met Taehyung's ones. His body spread with warmth and familiarity as they kissed. "I love you too." Taehyung murmured against the youngers lips, causing him to kiss Jungkook's teeth as the youngers mouth morphed into a huge grin.

A voice cleared their throat and both boys turned around to face the sound. "As much as I don't want to break up whatever this is," Yoongi gestured between them, "Dinner's served soon."

"Brother, were you informed of our special guest?" Taehyung teased the other. Yoongi's face flickered with confusion and surprise for a second, until he managed to control it.

"Don't think I didn't see that expression." Taehyung whispered to the other, as he pulled Jungkook passed the annoyed Yoongi into the dining room.

As it turns out, for a vampire, Seokjin seemed to be quite the cook. The long dining room table was littered with different kinds of delicacies, Jungkook could probably name only half of them. He was seated next to Taehyung, with the elders hand on Jungkook's thigh. Yoongi and Jimin were sitting opposite them, with Seokjin and Namjoon sitting at the opposite ends of the table. Seokjin was currently munching on a piece of roasted chicken, while narrowing his eyes at the pink- and mint-haired boys, sensing the tension between the two.

"So.."Namjoon begins. "Thank you so much for coming today Jimin. We know how much your family has done for ours, and here we are yet again asking for another favour."

Jimin places his fork onto his plate, giving his full attention to the silver-haired vampire. "I'm sure Jungkook informed you of the recent killings that have been happening, and we are under the belief that these killings aren't random." All four younger boys have stopped eating, all focused on the elders words.

Seokjin continues. "We believe that they are using the killings for sacrificial purposes. Pointless killing without feeding only makes sense if they have a purpose. Full fledged vampires do not waste their time killing for fun. We havn't figured out exactly what they are planning, but they would be needing black magic for this. They also seem aware of Jungkook. Wanting him just because he's Taehyung's mate is a coverup. They need him for something." Seokjin furrows his eyebrows. "So we need to stop him before it gets to that. We are planning on holding a small formal party on Saturday, inviting Minho to it, playing it off as a peace offering. This is where you would come in Jimin. As a witch, you can do sealing spells, correct?" Jimin nods.

"We would need you to seal one of our guest rooms, so any vampire that enters cannot leave until you break the spell. We know Minho wants Jungkook, that would be the only real reason why we would come to the party. So placing Jungkook into the sealed room would be perfect as bait. As Minho enters, Jungkook can leave the room, locking the other one in it. Taehyung and Yoongi can take it from there."

Yoongi clenches his jaw. "He's done enough for us, Seokjin. Vampire problems shouldn't concern witches, and you know how it.. affects them. We can find another way"

Jimin watches the other with questioning eyes. Namjoon sighs, "I wish there was another way, but having him locked in a secured room could be our only chance. He couldn't escape from it. I'm sorry Jimin, we wouldn't ask if it wasn't a necessity."

Jimin nods. "No, it's okay, I understand. Especially if they're after Jungkook, I'll do it."

"Has anyone forgotten the fact that maybe Jungkook might not escape the room in time, meaning Minho will have him in his grasp?" Taehyung hissed, his knuckles whitening from his grip on the silverware.

"Taehyung, if you prefer it that way, you and Yoongi can be in the room too. It might be riskier, but let's hope that Minho doesn't catch the two of your scents." Taehyung nodded in confirmation.


"How are you 19 and you don't know how to tie a tie, Kook-ah?" Taehyung chuckled. Jungkook grumbled in response, not being able to be annoyed at Taehyung for too long. The man infront of him was ethereal. Taehyung was wearing a black sparkling suit, small diamonds shimmering as he moved. His eyes were lined with brown eyeshadow, black eyeliner decorating the outer corners. His pink lips were shining nearly as much as his suit was, thanks to the shimmery lip gloss he used. Earrings dangled from both sides of his ears, partly covered by his wavy platinum-blonde mullet.

"Enjoying the view?" Taehyung asked with an amused smile. Too dazed to respond, Jungkook nodded his head dumbly. As Taehyung was done with the youngers tie, Jungkook walked over to the mirror to get a final glance of his appearance. He had decided on a different hairstyle, parting it from the side, instead of letting it fall down on his forehead naturally. He was wearing a fitted navy blue suit with black dress shoes. Taehyung walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around the youngers hips.

"You look so handsome, jagiya." Taehyung murmured into Jungkook's ear, giving it a light kiss. Jungkook flushed at the compliment from the other, and turned around so that he was facing the elder.

"Tae. I might be asking this a little late, but would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?" Jungkook asked with a sheepish smile, blush still present in his cheeks. Taehyung beamed at him, showing off his boxy smile and nodding.

"Nothing would make me happier." He said with a light peck onto Jungkook's lips.

Taehyung stiffened. "We're late to the party, Minho's already here, I can hear him."

Jungkook gasped as he walked down the stairs to the main area of Namjoon and Seokjin's house. The whole area had transformed, the chandelier the only thing staying. The couches and carpet from the living room had been removed, replaced by an area for dancing. Waiters were walking around with trays, serving everything from caviar to small bite-sized hotdogs. Hundreds of candles shined bright, situated on the white walls, replacing them with a warm yellow glow. Jungkook could feel eyes on him. Jimin was smiling at the pair fondly, standing awkwardly far from Yoongi, seemingly unsure of how close he could be to the elder. But Jimin's gaze was not the one that had caught his attention. Minho was staring at him, standing nearly in the middle of the dance floor in his fully black suit. Taehyung whispered into Jungkook's ear.

"Jimin completed the sealing spell last night. He'll be going outside onto the balcony, away from everyone else, so that he keep a locating spell on Minho's movements. After he's come to the room, you run straight to Jimin, okay? We aren't sure if Minho has brought friends over, you'll be protected with Jimin." Jungkook nodded in response, scared to speak too loud incase Minho would overhear it.

Seokjin offers glasses of champagne to the couple with a suggestive wink. Taehyung rolls his eyes with a chuckle, while Jungkook flushes, quickly taking a sip of the expensive drink, bubbles tingling in his throat.

"Care for a dance, love?" Taehyung offers his hand to the younger, leading the two of them to the dance floor. Taehyung wraps his hands around the youngers waist, while Jungkook lifts his hands up to place them on top of Taehyung's shoulders, the small diamonds on the elders suit creating a small friction in his palms. They danced to the slow song, quietly swaying from side to side, holding each other closer than the other pairs were. Taehyung brought a hand up to Jungkook's cheek, as if to gesture to him that it's time.

"I need to use the restroom, excuse me." Jungkook said, loud enough for anyone who might be listening in to overhear it. Taehyung nodded, as Jungkook let go of the hold he had on his boyfriend and trekked over to the empty room that Jimin had sealed. As he entered, Yoongi was already in there, nodding to the younger as he entered and placed a finger to his lips, to tell Jungkook not to make a sound. He then went back to the corner of the room, out of sight for anyone who might enter the room. Not long after, Minho was hovering by the door.

He clucked his tongue. "All alone, pretty boy? I didn't think that vampire of yours would ever let go of you." He was slowly walking towards to Jungkook, the younger mimicking the movements so they met at the center of the room. Jungkook started slowly moving his feet towards the door. Minho's eyes narrowed, standing still as he was picking up a new scent.

Yoongi let out a chuckle. "You really think we're that dumb, Minho? Do you actually believe we would ever give him to you?" Jungkook was now safely at the entrance of the door, just as Taehyung entered the room with a pointed glare at the black-haired vampire.

"Go to Jimin." Taehyung's voice was cold, attention solely focused on the other vampire in the room. Jungkook sped off into the direction of the balcony, where Jimin and Namjoon were sitting. Jimin's eyes were closed and his brows furrowed in concentration as he was murmuring something inaudible. He finally spoke up.

"H-He must be in the room already, but I can't locate him? Why can't I see what's going on?" He furrows his brows even further. "It's- It's like I'm being blocked, fuck why can't I find him?" Realisation hits Jimin and he gasps in horror. "He has a witch-"

A blood curling scream interrupts Jimin's sentence, as Jungkook falls onto his knees. He was gasping for air, the left side of his head covered with blood, dripping down his ear at a steady flow onto the ground below him. Jungkook places a hand to the side of his face, palm covering with blood, leaving red hand prints onto the ground as he steadies himself on his knees and not toppling over. Dark bruises start covering his face, mouth filling with blood as he spits it out onto the concrete.

"AAH!" He screamed in pain, throwing his head back, as another gash appears onto his collarbone, staining his white dress shirt underneath his suit dark red. "M-Make it STOP!" He gasped, placing his hands onto his throat, as if a phantom hand were strangling him. Jimin flinches as he hears a snap, knowing it was one of Jungkook's bones. Another pained scream leaves Jungkook's mouth, echoing out into the distance of the dark sky above them.

"H-He's bound them. Namjoon, RUN! Whatever they're doing to Minho, it's also happening to Jungkook. Go, before they kill him." Jimin sobs. Namjoon dissapears as Jimin runs over to the screaming boy, who was cradling his arm to his chest. "Jungkook, hey, hey, I'm so sorry. God I'm so sorry, it'll stop soon, I promise, okay. I'll help with the pain, shh." Jimin places his hands over Jungkook's head and starts reciting an incantation.

     Taehyung's POV

"And here i was hoping that I could have just grabbed the boy and left." Minho said, a playful pout playing on his lips.

"You think you can play games with my mate? I'm going to fucking kill you, but what would be the fun in just doing that? I want you to feel pain, then I'll rip your heart out, just like I did to Dahyun." Taehyung growls. He grabs Minho by his collar and slams the other male against the closet door, letting him fall to the ground. Yoongi takes this as his moment to place a rough kick onto Minho's mouth, staining the vampires teeth with blood. Minho lays on the ground, laughing, as he licks his teeth dry from the blood.

"Do you think this is fucking funny?" Taehyung snarls as he picks Minho up from the ground, slamming his body against the wall. Yoongi picks up a knife, pushing it forcefully into Minho's collarbone and pulling it across the bone while Taehyung keeps him in place.

"Hilarious, actually." Minho laughs, letting the other two beat him up. Taehyung slams the others body harshy against the wall again, bringing his hands up to Minho's throat, slowly making the other suffocate. Yoongi takes hold of Minho's arm and places it between the center of his own thigh. He lifts his knee up with full force, splitting the bone in Minho's forearm in half.

"STOP! STOP!" Namjoon yells. "You're hurting Jungkook. Seokjin, go." Seokjin, who was standing as a guard by the door, flees off to feed Jungkook his blood.

"What?" Taehyung asks in horror. Minho starts cackling in his arms, blood still flowing out of his mouth, specs landing onto Taehyung's cheek. "Do you think you're the only one with a witch, boy? How does it feel, knowing you single-handedly caused your mate insufferable pain?"

Taehyung drops Minho out of his hands and starts to run to Jungkook. He slams full force into the invisible barrier sealing the room. He snarls in frustration and slams his fists against the barrier. "Go check up on him." He growls at the elder vampire outside the door. Namjoon nods and leaves, leaving the three locked in the room.

"Aw, Taehyungie, please, one more hit?" Out of reflex, Taehyung speeds over to Minho and is ready to place a hit when Yoongi grabs his arm.

"Hey! Snap out of it Taehyung. He's bound, okay? Don't touch him, it'll just hurt Jungkook. He has Jimin and Seokjin with him, he'll be fine. Calm down, okay?"

Minho keeps grinning at the duo. "I knew there was a possibility something like this would happen. But, oh, I wasn't expecting it to go this well. Do you think that he might have died? You beat me up pretty good, and well, he's a human. With the injuries you've caused, hopefully you can finally be mate-free again."

Seokjin arrives back into the room. "Seals broken, go."

      Jungkook's POV

Seokjin's blood helped nearly instantly. The wounds on his head and chest started to heal, but the pain in his hand was still so strong he couldn't tell if his bone was mending too. Jungkook laid on the ground, too sore to move, as Jimin was still hovering over him, steadying his heartbeat with a spell.

"J-Jungkook! Oh my god baby, I didn't know. Oh my god, I'm s-so sorry." Taehyung stuttered as he arrived, hands shaking as he wanted to embrace the younger but not being sure where he could touch.

"Tae, it's okay. Don't worry." Jungkook responded weakly, trying to get the energy to give a small smile. It was all too much, and his head lulls to the side as he passes out.




Jungkook wakes up at the Kim residences living room, tucked into blankets on the couch, head resting on top of Taehyung's thighs. He feels a hand lightly coursing through his hair, but still feeling too weak to open his eyes. A small peck onto his forehead finally gives Jungkook enough energy to open his eyes, seeing a blurry image of Taehyung hovering over him with a sad smile. As his eyesight sharpens, he can tell that they are all gathered around the couches, worriedly staring at the youngest boy.

"How did they get a binding spell onto Jungkook?" Yoongi asked. Jungkook noticed that Jimin was gripping onto the mint-haired boys hand with a force, worriedly still glancing over to his best friend.

"I'm trying to figure it out myself," Jimin says, brushing through his hair with his free hand. "Witches need like- like a talisman, something personal to the person they're casting the spell onto.. Has any of your stuff gone missing, Jungkook?" 

Jungkook shakes his head weakly. Jimin frowned before speaking up again. "The photograph of Jungkook and I dissapeared from my table. I thought maybe I had just misplaced it, but it's a suitable item for a binding spell.. But I don't even let many people in my room. The only people who have been there recently are Jungkook and.." Jimin gasped.


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Jungkook was laying on Taehyung's bed later that night, with the elders chest placed flush against his back, hand wrapped around the youngers waist. Taehyung wouldn't leave the boys side for even a moment, guilt taking over him for making the younger hurt. Taehyung was currently placing light kisses onto Jungkook's nape, murmuring quiet apologies to the other male. Jungkook was fully healed from all of his injuries, but he still felt phantom pains from where the wounds had been. He sometimes flinched at Taehyung's gentle touches, scared the binding pain would start again.

Jungkook turns around in Taehyung's embrace, turning to face the elder. Taehyung's wavy hair was tousled, some of it falling over his eyes. Jungkook takes his time studying the other males features. One of his eyes had a monolid while the other one was cutely double-lidded. He also had a small mole underneath one of his eyes. It made Jungkook smile. Beautiful. He lifts his hand up to the vampires cheek, slowly moving his thumb up and down his cheekbone. 

"You fed on me." He whispers.

"W-What? When?" Taehyung furrows his brows, keeping his voice low to continue the hushed discussion.

"In my memories. There was a moment where you were feeding and.. It seemed like I really liked it. I thought vampire bites just basically rip your throat out." Taehyung gave a small chuckle. "There are a lot of different kinds of vampire bites, love. If we want the person we're feeding on to also feel good, we can extract a chemical from our fangs that does just that. When we bite through the skin, the chemicals mix in with your blood, making you feel pleasure from the bite. If a vampire is just biting for the feed, they dont bother releasing the chemical, so the bite hurts like an actual wound."

"Do you often feed on people?" Jungkook asks, jealousy mulling over in his stomach.

"After I met you, no." Taehyung scrunches up his nose fondly due to the others cute jealousy. "Even after you were.. gone, I didn't want to, it just didn't feel right for me to feed on someone that wasn't you, so I stuck to bloodbags."

Jungkook gave a small nod. "I- I think I'd maybe want to try? For you to feed on me?"

Taehyung chuckled. "I mean, I'd love to, but I'm not sure if it's worth death."

"Death?" Jungkook asked, eyes widening in surprise, voice rising above a whisper. Taehyung nodded to the younger. "Jimin's protection spell, remember?" Jungkook nearly facepalmed himself. How could he have forgotten? Here he was, happily thinking about the elder feeding on him, without remembering it would kill him.

"I think I'll go talk to him tomorrow. I think we need to discuss the issue with Hoseok too. Jimin seemed pretty distraught when he left yesterday, thankfully Yoongi made sure that he got home safely. He must be beating himself up over the fact that one of his best friends is a witch and he hadn't noticed him. And now it turns out that the witch is working with Minho, that probably feels like a double knife into Jimin's chest. Why would he do it though? Hoseok always seemed so cheerful at university, he- he was my friend too, but he's the one that put the binding spell onto me, was he wanting me to suffer? I don't think I ever did anything wrong to him to make him attack me like this." Jungkook whispered, eyes filling with wet tears as he speaks about the betrayal of his friend.

"I don't know Kook-ah," Taehyung said with a sad smile. "We don't know what kind of motives he had behind it all, maybe he might even be forced to do it?"

Jungkook hadn't even thought of the option that Hoseok might be held against his will and forced to cast the spells, he had been too busy presuming the worst.

"You know, when Yoongi came back home from escorting Jimin to his house today, his hair was black. He's had mint green hair since the 80's, Kook-ah. I asked him about it. He said that Jimin needed some cheering up so Yoongi let him experiment on his hair and they ended up choosing a black color."

Jungkook smiles, thinking about his best friend and Yoongi. Jimin, a cute pink-haired small boy, but furiously loyal to everyone around him, and scary intimidating when he was mad, just the opposite of Yoongi. The vampire had a tough, aggressive exterior, but soft as a marshmallow on the inside, atleast when it came to his family and, evidently, Jimin. 

Jungkook shuffles closer to his vampire, entwining their fingers together beneath the sheets, throwing one leg over the other male. Quiet snores make him still for a moment as he realises that Taehyung fell asleep. Jungkook smiles fondly at his partner. For someone who didn't need to sleep, the male sure did fall asleep quickly.




The next day, Jungkook goes over to Jimin's house. Taehyung escorts him to the others house, just in case Minho, or anyone else would decide to show up. The walk over to Jimin's is pleasant, Jungkook having his arm wrapped around Taehyung's bicep as they walk side by side. They stop multiple times during the walk, the vampire eager to pet every dog that walks past them, asking all kinds of questions from their owners. Maybe I'll get him a dog someday. When they arrive in front of Jimin's brick house, Taehyung places a light kiss on the youngers forehead, and speeds off, leaving the younger alone. Jungkook was nervous, he had things he wanted to talk about with his best friend, but he wasn't sure of the response he would be getting. The front door was unlocked, Jungkook had informed the other that he was visiting. He takes off his shoes and pads over to Jimin's room, softly knocking on the elders bedroom door. He finds Jimin sprawled on top of his bed, one hand covering his face in defeat.

"Kookie, how didn't I ever see it? Two whole years. Two whole years I've been right by his side and never had a clue that he was a witch. He probably knew I was one too, right? Why would he do this? H-He purposely hurt one of the people who mean the most to me, he knew that. He knows how much you mean to me. Y-You could have died, and it was all due to a spell that he had cast. I feel so betrayed, Jungkook." Jimin's voice started trembling, as he lifts his hand off his face and gazes at the younger, who was still standing by the door. Jungkook rushes to the others side, scooping him into an embrace. Jimin's smaller figure allows him to fully curl into the younger, his hand gripping tightly at Jungkook's black shirt collar, letting a few tears soak onto his shirt.

"We can't know why he did any of that, Jiminie. Let's not presume the worst, hmm? I'm sure we'll eventually meet him again and find out why all of this has happened. Let's not think about that right now, okay?" Jungkook strokes away the last tear forming from Jimin's eye, and places a light kiss on his best friends cheek. To lighten the topic, Jungkook thinks back to Yoongi.

"Apparently, a certain vampire sauntered back home last night. Quite interesting, the mint hair hasn't been changed for nearly thirty years, but he walked in with a different color. I wonder how that happened?" Jungkook asked the elder suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. Jimin instantly cheers up, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I- I didn't know it had been that long since he had last changed it. Do you think- ?"

"Yes Jiminie, he seems very protective over you. There could be something there." Jimin beams at the youngers comment.

"Speaking of relationships.." Jungkook starts hesitantly. "I- I want Tae to bite me. I want to know what it's like." Jimin narrows his eyes at the younger, the mood changing instantly.

"I'm not lifting the protection, Jungkook." The elder states firmly.

Jungkook scoffs. "I want it lifted. It's my relationship, and I choose what I want to do in it."

"I don't give a shit what you want to do in your relationship, Jungkook."

"Then lift the spell, Jimin." Jungkook says through gritted teeth, standing up from the bed.

Jimin doesn't respond, he silently glares at the younger from his sitting position on the bed. Jungkook gets more frustrated at the others silence.

Jungkook raises his volume. "Lift the fucking spell, Jimin."

"No. Even if your vampire boyfriend might not hurt you, someone else might, and I'm not risking it."

"Tae will protect me." Jungkook responds automatically.

"Oh? Oh, Tae will protect you?" Jimin sneered. "I've always been here Jungkook. You have no fucking idea what its like to be a witch. Guess why I went to my grandmas house when I first touched Yoongi's hand, hmm? I could have easily just called her to see if she knew anything about it. I went there so I could place the protection spell onto you. I knew it would drain me of my energy, so I went to her house to rest so that you wouldn't have to worry. I've protected you in every single possible way, or have you forgotten that, huh?" Jimin yelled.

"Jimin, I-" Jungkook stuttered.

"No. Don't talk to me. I'll lift the spell."


"Fuck you, Jungkook, seriously. I need to be alone for a while, leave please." Jungkook flinches at the elders harsh words, but still gives a small bow and sad frown before leaving the room. He knew Jimin always had his back, he didn't mean it that way. Maybe he could come back tomorrow and try to explain how much he appreciates the elder and all of his efforts. Slowly it was dawning onto Jungkook how useless and weak he actually was. Everyone around him were powerful witches or vampires, having to waste their time on trying to protect a feeble human. Was he worth all of the others efforts? He was just a broken boy who had lost his mother, living a second life that isn't even technically his; even him now was just a result of a spell. A spell from a vampire saving him and a witch casting it. Has he actually done anything to deserve all of the dedication thrown at him? He just hurt his best friend. The person who has always had his back and given him undying love and protection. His platonic soulmate and he threw it all into the others face like his efforts hadn't been respected. Next thing Jungkook registers is blackness, and a faint sound of his body thudding onto the concrete beneath him.

     Jimin's POV

He knew Jungkook didn't mean it like that. The boy had always blurted out the dumbest sentences. It still hurt though, maybe tomorrow he would be ready to hear the others apology. He hears his bedroom door creak open. He grits his teeth, he wasn't ready for this yet. Someone behind him clears their throat. Jimin doesn't need to turn around to know who it is.

"I already told you to leave. Please, just leave me alone."

"Tsk, is that the way you treat guests?" The voice says.

Jimin spins around on his chair. Three younger boys who he's never seen before are standing in front of him, the boy situated in the middle cocking his head to the side. They still looked like teenagers, maybe in their last year of high school. The guy in the middle seemed to be the groups leader, gesturing with his chin for the others to move closer to Jimin. One of them has the audacity to sit on his bed. Jimin glares at him, wondering what chances he would have against the three of them in a fight.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jimin questions. "Vampires can't get in without being invited."

The three boys smile simultaniously. The brown-haired boy in the middle speaks up again. "Guess again." He says with a sinister smile, eyes flashing a bright yellow. Werewolves, is all Jimin could whisper before getting knocked out.




Jimin lulls his head back and forth as he starts waking up. He feels a pain on the side of the head, reactively lifting his hand to feel the bump, but he can't move. As his mind starts registering whats happening, he sees his hands are bound to a chair with a thick rope. His legs were also tied to the feet of the large red leather chair he was sitting on. Fuck, he whispers quietly, his mind a blurry mess. He finally stops moving his head around and tries to concentrate on his surroundings. It's not a room he recognises, but from the layout of the fancy room, he can tell he's in a hotel suite. The room is dim, he must have been knocked out for nearly the whole day and it was nearly night time. Only one table light is turned on, reflecting off the grey walls. He hears a light groan, and turns his face towards the sound.

No... Kookie

Jimin thumps his wrists against the chair, trying to loosen the rope. The loud thuds of the chair as Jimin tries to move make Jungkook stir, groggily waking up. A voice from the corner of the the room catches his attention.

"So kind of you to wake him up for me." The figure walks out of the shadow, the only light reflecting on the side of his face. "I don't think we've been officially introduced. My name is Jackson. The boy over there is Soobin." Jackson gestures over to the bed behind him, forcing Jimin to twist his head around to have a look at who he was talking about. The leader of the group of boys was leaning his hands on his thighs, head in his palms, as he stares back at Jimin.

"You think some silly young alpha frightens me?" Jimin spits.

Jackson laughs. "I was told you were a feisty one." Jungkook lets out a bigger groan as he finally wakes, panicking at the unfamiliar surrounding.

"Kook, shh it's okay, I'm here with you." Jimin soothes the younger.

"J-Jimin? What's going on?" Jungkook stares at the other one with scared eyes.

"Enough." Jackson cuts the two off. "Both of you are of tremendous value to me. I assume you've heard of the Sun and the Moon Curse, witch?" Jimin glares at the vampire pacing the room, not dignifying him with a response. Of course he knew what the lore was. It was the backstory of how both werewolves and vampires were born, bound to both the sun and moon. Why was the vampire bringing it up though? And why did he need him and Jungkook?

The vampire gives a small smile. "Of course you must know what it is. Well, my witch has found a way to break the curse." Break the curse? But that would mean- "Hybrids, they would call us. Both vampire and werewolf. Able to shift into a werewolf whenever we would please, with our vampire compulsion, we would be unstoppable." Jackson's pacing stops as he pauses in front of Jungkook. "All we needed was the reborn to turn of age, and here he walked right up to us in Busan, handing himself over like a pig to the slaughter." Jackson leans his face closer to Jungkook's, pausing only inches away. "How does it feel? Knowing that your life will soon cease to exist?"

"Get the fuck away from him." Jimin taunts, spitting at the vampire a mere meter away from him.

Jackson snarls, fangs protruding from his mouth as he closes in onto Jimin instead. "I'm not going to hurt him, we need him for the ritual. I need you for a different reason though." Jimin tries not to let his confusion show, keeping his eyes trained on the vampire with a dangerous glare in his eyes.

"See the thing is, Min Yoongi has been quite a sore thorn in our thumb for the past years, and I think it should finally be time to get rid of that pest, don't you think? I need a vampire for the sacrifice, and he would be such a suitable candidate." Jackson sits on top of Jimin's lap, belittling the one underneath him. Jimin thrashes, but is locked down because of the bindings. He hears a laugh from behind him, the werewolf seemingly amused by the witches efforts. ""Do you think that we don't have witch friends of our own? I know that you've placed a protection spell over him, over all of them, I wouldn't be stupid enought to attack anyone without checking first." Jackson gets up from Jimin's lap with a sigh. "Sadly though, only the witch that casts the spell can reverse it, so I'll need you to do that right now. Reverse the spell on Min Yoongi."

Jimin laughs. "You can do whatever you want to me, I'm not reversing that spell on any of them."

Jackson gestures to the werewolf, who walks past them and leaves the room. "I will not ask you again. I know how much spells drain you. Are you that eager to become a vampires little slut?" He sneers.

Jimin flinches at the words. "Say what you want, I'm not reversing it."

Jackson walks over, crouching on his knees and placing a hand onto Jimin's cheek, stroking it. "Say what I want? Oh poor baby, you think my threats are only verbal? If you won't reverse the spell, I'll have him begging for me to kill him. Still no, huh? Have it your way." A strong fist to the side of Jimin's head knocks him out for the second time that day.




Jimin wakes up to a scream. He startles awake, taking a moment to remember where he was.

"J-Jimin.." Someone cries. Yoongi. 

Jackson kicks Jimin's chair to get his attention. "He couldn't resist coming once I told him that his little bitch was here. We let the other boy go back to his vampire before they would come searching for us." Jimin noticed there was someone else also in the room, an older women, probably in her 70's. Jackson notices Jimin's gaze and gives a small chuckle. "We can't hurt your precious vampire, but she can. Oh how I love compulsion." The male groans, nearly in ecstasy. Looking over at Yoongi, he was in a similar position as Jimin, except that his bindings were dripping with a liquid. "Vervain."  Jackson whispers into Jimin's ear. He can see the burn marks from where the ropes are holding Yoongi at his wrists and ankles, small white blisters forming around the burn marks.

"Yoongi, you shouldn't have come." Jimin's voice breaks. Yoongi gives the other a weak smile. "Couldn't leave you alone with the baddies, now could I?" Yoongi hisses against his restrains, white fangs protruding from his mouth as he tries to minimize the contact of the ropes to his skin.

"Still not dropping the protection, witch?" Jackson smirks.

"Jimin, whatever happens to me, let it, okay? I can handle it. Don't drop the protections on anyone." Yoongi says with a surprisingly strong voice compared to how much pain he seems to be in. Jimin gives a pained nod, tears starting to stream down his face seeing the discomfort the other one was in.

He starts to panic as he sees the elder woman walk up to Yoongi, a dead look in her face and a plant in her hand.

"Look away Jimin, don't listen. As long as you're okay, I am- AH-" Yoongi shouts, the woman pressing the vervain in her hand onto Yoongi's skin. She presses it deeper, rubbing it onto his bare forearm. Yoongi screams, tears streaming down his face as the flesh on his arm starts to melt off from where the woman is pressing into. Jimin feels like throwing up at the smell of the burning flesh, seeing the pieces of skin drip onto the carpet below.

"Stop. Please STOP!" He yells. The woman momentarily stops pressing the plant onto Yoongi, letting the latter gasp out in relief. Jimin can see white in Yoongi's arm, she had burned through his skin with the plant until it hit his bone.

"Changed your mind, little witch?"

"Y-" Jimin was sobbing,

"NO." Yoongi growls through gritted teeth. "Don't do it, Jimin. I can take the pain, okay. Please just look away, little one."

Jimin nods, looking away with a pained expression, tears falling like a waterfall down his cheeks.


He can't help but look. The woman walks back over to Yoongi, the plant now crumbled in her hands, as she forces the vampires mouth open. She stuffs the vervain into his mouth, having Jackson hold his jaw closed so that he couldn't spit it out. Jimin can see Yoongi's thrashing body, muffled screams try to escape his mouth, eyes squeezed closed in pain as blood starts flowing down from the small cracks in Yoongi's mouth.


Jackson was most likely under the protection of a witch, so Jimin knew he couldn't hurt him. So he hurts the woman instead. He remembers a spell that he learned from his grandmas black magic spell book, and puts it to good use. Jimin narrowed his eyes at the woman and started murmuring the spell. The woman chocked, clawing at her throat as Jimin's spell constricts her lungs from being able to breathe. She eventually falls onto the ground, skin turning a light shade of blue from the suffocation. In a rush of adrenaline, Yoongi growls and snaps open his restrains. In a flash, he's opened Jimin's ones too, cornering Jackson against the wall. Jimin walks over to the vampire, gripping onto his waist, crying into the others back.

"Stay back, I can't protect you like that. Go, before I force you to." The vampire says.

"I'm staying right by your side, Yoongi."

"Did I fucking stutter, Jimin? Stand back." Yoongi growls. Jimin shifts a few steps backwards. 

"I'll protect you from here then." Jimin whispered, raising his hands forward to cast another protection spell onto Yoongi.

"..Yoongi, I- I-" There was a thud, as Yoongi turned back to look, seeing Jimin's body sprawled limp on the ground.

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Jimin always knew that he wanted to get to know Yoongi. The boy felt like an enigma. He walked around school with a scary glint in his eyes making no one want to approach him, wanting to be left alone, but then the showcase song happened. He cried the first time they went through the choreography. Yoongi had bore his soul into his music, the complete opposite of how he was at school. It was so full of sadness, so full of craving, that Jimin felt he already knew a part of Yoongi just through the tune. He would glance at the boy for a little longer during school, hoping that maybe he could see a crack in the boys demeanour, seeing behind the others mask. It never happened though. Sometimes he would think that the mint-haired boy glanced back at him, but it was too quick for him to be sure. Maybe if the other one would have held eye contact for just a second longer, Jimin would have mustered up the courage to go up to him. He couldn't help it, he liked helping people. It was like Yoongi's song was a cry for help, but Jimin wasn't brave enough to have his own melody potentially broken.

He wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, the sheets rustling as he moves, a gentle hand lightly combing through his hair. He feels so exhausted he doesn't want to open his eyes, but he needs to know who he was with. As he slowly cracks his eyelids open, he's faced with a familiar looking black-haired vampire sitting on a chair next to him, sporting a worried expression. He smiles as the vampire entwines their hands on top of the sheet. He needed to know. If he humiliates himself, he can just pretend he fell back asleep, right?

"Did you ever look at me at school? Did you know who I was?"

Through his hazy eyes he could see Yoongi crack a small smile. "And i thought I was being subtle. Jimin, it was very difficult for me to not look at you and that pretty pink hair of yours. And yes, Taehyung and I both knew who you were, your family had helped ours after all. In general, different beings don't get along too well." Yoongi's face turned into a small frown. "Vampires only speak to witches for favors or deals, and witches only tolerate vampires for what they get in return. I guess I didn't want to get my hopes up, but I still wanted to keep an eye on you from the distance, to make sure that you were okay and happy." Jimin gives Yoongi's hand a small squeeze before Yoongi continues.

"Jimin. I was so worried. Please, don't overuse your powers like that again- I nearly scared myself to death when I saw you on the ground at the hotel. You- You used dark magic. That does terrible things to your soul, you know that Jimin. You are too pure. Please, atleast not for me, don't use it again, okay?"

It was Jimin's turn to frown. "I try my best to take care of people I care about Yoongi, that includes you too. What they were doing to you was horrible, I couldn't just watch from the sidelines, that's not who I am."

Yoongi brought a hand up to gently caress Jimin's cheek. He could see that his hand had competely healed, only slight redness present anymore. "Hey, thank you. For what you did back there." Yoongi whispered. "Maybe after all of this is over, we could get to know each other better?" Jimin gave the vampire a fond smile before dozing off again.


     Jungkook's POV

Jungkook felt at ease now that Jimin and Yoongi had returned. It had been a couple days since the incident, and Yoongi was still taking care of Jimin. Jungkook had gone to meet his best friend and apologise for his previous behaviour, and now that the two of them were back on their platonic soulmate status, he let the vampire keep Jimin company. Meanwhile, Namjoon and Seokjin were busy trying to find out everything they can about the Sun and the Moon curse, and hopefully locating the other vampires lair. Taehyung had once again been clinging to Jungkook's hip, following him around like a lost puppy. He was grateful for the elder, Jungkook's mind had constantly been reeling back to Jackson and what he had said, but Taehyung always managed to take his mind off it.

Jimin had always been Jungkook's only good friend. It's not like he thought that having a plethora of friends would make him happy, but he knew that there was something missing. When he was feeling the happiest, there was a small gnaw in his stomach telling him that there was something able to make him happier. He knew he was lacking, the feeling in his gut always feeling low or empty. When Jimin or his parents were there, it would cease for a moment, but as soon as the other was gone, the emptiness came back, the small voice in his head asking, is it enough though?  After meeting Taehyung, the feeling in the pit of his stomach rarely returned. Taehyung finally made Jungkook feel content with himself. Maybe it was his other twisted soul that was longing for the touch of the vampire, finally satiated once they met. When he looked into those brown eyes, he stopped searching for that certain something he was lacking. Everytime he saw his boxy smile, the pit in his stomach grew smaller. Hearing the other laugh and how his eyes crinkled in the corners, started bringing more colors into Jungkook's life. He hadn't even realised that he had been living in monochrome, only seeing small splashes of red or green momentarily. Could you blame him now that he had been devoured into a life of permanent multicolor, he didn't want to go back?

"Hyung. There is no way this is going to work out between us if you think that Antman is better than Iron man." Jungkook said, nose scrunched up in disgust as he can't believe his vampire boyfriend even suggested something that attrocious. They were currently watching the newest Avengers movie in Jungkook's living room, when Taehyung started complaining about the lack of his favourite superhero. Jungkook had moved away from the elders embrace once he had heard the betraying words leave the others mouth.

Taehyung laughs, moving closer to Jungkook and placing his hand onto the younger's thigh, pressing down lightly. "Kook-ah, Antman is cooler in every kind of way. He literally flies on top of ants, c'mon. I swear he's the one whose going to save them from Thanos, while your little engineer is somewhere rotting in space." Jungkook narrows his eyes at the elder. He had seen the newest trailer, he knew that Taehyung was probably right, but he wasn't going to let Taehyung and his little insect dude ruin Ironman as the best superhero.

"Are you that mad at me, Kook-ah?"

Jungkook nods while still glaring at the vampire, his hands crossed over his chest in annoyance. A dangerous glint enters Taehyung's eyes. "Yeah? How about I make it up to you?" Taehyung slowly starts crawling on top of the couch towards the younger, eyes dangerously darkening in lust. Jungkook gulps, removing his hands from his chest and laying down on the couch so that Taehyung can fully climb on top of him. Taehyung shifts himself into a sitting position, straddling Jungkook, with his palms pressed flat on the youngers hard chest. He leans down, pressing his lips against the youngers. Taehyung then moves his head to the side, nibbling on Jungkook's earlobe before whispering. "Maybe I'll even persuade you to become an Antman fan, angel." Jungkook gives out a small scoff, knowing for a fact that if Taehyung keeps this up, he would most likely give in and start stanning Antman, disgusting. Taehyung is now kissing at Jungkook's jawbone, placing light kisses before he moves lower, licking at Jungkook's throat. "I can smell your blood Kook-ah, it's driving me insane being this close to your throat." Both of them were wearing loose sweatpants, and Jungkook could feel Taehyung's hardening dick, sinfully slowly grinding down against his own growing erection. Jungkook wraps his legs around the elders lower back, forcing the other to come closer.

"Hyung, please.."

"Please what, Kook-ah?"

The lust-filled memories devoured Jungkook, remembering how he was squirming underneath Taehyung's grasp in his previous life. He needed to feel it now, not just in his past thoughts. Taehyung growled as Jungkook bared his neck to the elder, fully showing off his fair skin on a slender curve. Taehyung's fangs were protruded, as he lightly grazes them against the pulse on the youngers throat, making the other whine in anticipation. Jungkook feels a small sting as the vampires white fangs penetrate through his skin. The feeling is soon replaced with warmth and pleasure, resulting in a loud moan from the younger, as he bucks his hips up to meet Taehyung's. The warmth spread through Jungkook's body like wildfire, feeling like it would consume him any minute. He could feel the vampires tongue lapping against his skin, making sure none of the blood spills past his mouth. Jungkook whines, feeling the elder fully hard as he feeds on him, clearly having the same effect of pleasure as it did on Jungkook. Taehyung removes his mouth from the younger ones throat with a groan, his tongue catching the last drops of blood still spilling from the fresh wound.

"Kook-ah.." Taehyung's eyes flickered red, still affected by the fresh blood from the younger.

"Yes, hyung, please." Jungkook whines. Taehyung caresses the youngers cheek, before lifting both of them up from the couch, Jungkook's legs still wrapped around the elders waist. Jungkook lets out a small squeak in surprise, before starting to nip at Taehyung's throat. He starts sucking purple marks onto the others honey-toned skin, creating a pretty picture of red and purple splotches onto the elders throat and collarbone. Taehyung carries the two of them upstairs to Jungkook's room, gently placing the younger onto the bed, clambering on top of him again.

"Have you ever done this before, angel?" Taehyung asked the younger.

Jungkook shook his head shyly. "It never felt right for me, not until you showed up in my life."

Taehyung smiled fondly. "I mean it's been over 60 years for me too, so don't stress too much, okay?"

They stared at each other for a while until both boys burst into laughter.

"Oh my gosh, hyung." Jungkook said, wiping a tear from his eye. His eyes softened as he looked at the elder. "You really waited that long for me?"

Taehyung placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Worth every second, love." Taehyung leaned down and they started gently kissing each other, Jungkook spreading his legs so that the elder could lay down on top of him. His hands started exploring under the vampires shirt, before taking hold of the hem and pulling the shirt above the others head. Jungkook's jaw nearly drops seeing the male infront of him without a shirt. The dim lighting in the room beautifully accentuated all of the shadows in the elders face and body. He didn't know if he wanted to get ruined or cuddled by the elder. Taehyung's eyes were trained on Jungkook, dark and lustful, yet his tummy was so adorable, Jungkook wanted to coo at it. Talk about duality. How can someone be so hot yet cute at the same time? Taehyung gives a shy smile, helping Jungkook remove his own shirt. He sees the elder bite at his bottom lip, tracing his fingers on the lines of Jungkook's abs and pecs.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous you know, Kook-ah?" Taehyung groans, his fingers now toying at the rim of Jungkook's sweatpants. He pulls his fingers downwards, dragging the material down with him, letting his erection spring free. Jungkook let out a moan as Taehyung wrapped his slim fingers around the youngers dick, his thumb toying with his slit, smearing his precome all around his length. A whine escaped his lips as Taehyung bent down, giving his tip a couple licks before fully wrapping his lips around his dick. Jungkook fists Taehyung's hair, pulling at it as the elder hollows his cheeks around him. He forces himself not to buck upwards and fuck the elders mouth, but the boy infront of him looks so sinfully good with his swollen lips wrapped around his cock, bopping his head up and down his length. Taehyung pulls away from the younger with a pop, a string of saliva and precome still hanging from the elders mouth.

"Do you have lube, Kook?" Taehyung asks, voice hoarse from taking in all of Jungkook's length. Jungkook nods shyly, face flushed red from all the attention his body was getting from the elder, as he gestures to the top drawer of his table. Taehyung gets up and finds the lube, taking off his own pants while he's still standing. Jungkook's eyes widen at the size of the others cock, while slowly jerking himself off. Taehyung slaps the the youngers hand away, sitting back down. He leans in for another kiss, grinding their dicks against each other, making them moan into each others mouths.

"I'll make you feel so good, okay, Kook-ah? Tell me instantly if it feels uncomfortable and I'll stop." Jungkook bites his lower lip and nods, watching the vampire uncap the lube and drizzle it onto his fingers, warming it up. He brings his middle finger to Jungkook's rim, circling it, teasing the younger, causing Jungkook to let out small whimpers. Taehyung slowly pushes the finger in, opening the younger one up.

"You're doing so well baby" Taehyung praises, fucking his finger inside the younger at a steady pace. Jungkook whines at the unfamiliar sensation, but slowly gets used to it, asking for a second finger. Taehyung complies, adding more lube to his fingers first. Jungkook hisses as Taehyung enters him with two digits, not used to the burning sensation. Taehyung gently kisses at Jungkook's hipbones to distract the younger from the momentary pain. "You're so beautiful, angel. You take my fingers so well." Taehyung murmurs, gently scissoring his two fingers inside the younger. He curves his fingers, grinning as the younger one yells in pleasure once his prostate is found.

"Feels so good, Tae, ah-" The younger moans, pushing himself down on Taehyung's fingers.

"I need to add a third finger to stretch you out some more, you think you can handle that baby?" Taehyung asks, bringing a hand up to stroke at the youngers red hair. Jungkook nods, taking hold of Taehyung's hand in his hair, squeezing it tightly, preparing for the new burning feeling. Taehyung slowly inserts a third finger, quietly praising the younger as he whines, keeping his grip on Taehyung's free hand. Taehyung finds the youngers prostate again, making Jungkook forget about the burn from the stretch. He moans as Taehyung continuously curves his fingers into his prostate, bringing his own hand up to touch his neglected dick.

"I-I'm ready, hyung." Jungkook moans, watching the elder start to lather his own dick with lube. He bites his lip as Taehyung settles down between his legs, steadying himself on his elbows above Jungkook. Taehyung bites at Jungkook's lip, kissing him deeply as his tongue circles Jungkook's one. He lines his dick with Jungkook's rim, and slowly starts pushing into the younger.

"Ah-" Jungkook winces, eyes wetting with tears from the burn.

"Shh, Kook-ah, I'll help with the pain." Taehyung peppers the youngers one with light kisses until he reaches his throat, digging his fangs into the skin once more. Jungkook moans as he melts into the sensation, relaxing so that Taehyung can push himself further into the younger. Once Taehyung is fully positioned inside the younger, he removes his fangs from Jungkook's throat, stilling himself so that Jungkook can adjust to the size. After a small moment full of kisses, Jungkook gives a small nod, and Taehyung gently starts moving out, only to slowly thrust back in. Jungkook moans, clawing at Taehyung's back as the elder moves inside of him.

"I love you Kook-ah."

Jungkook smiles, eyes still watery from the previous pain. "I love you too hyung, so so much." Taehyung leans down, passionately kissing the younger, his thrusts becoming faster inside of Jungkook. He sucks a purple mark onto the other side of Jungkook's throat, careful not to open the fresh bite wound. Jungkook combs through Taehyung's blonde hair with his fingers, gripping and pulling at it at a particularly hard thrust. He moans once Taehyung finds his prostate, as the elder thrusts continuously into it at a fast pace.

"So tight around me, Kook. Feels so good." Taehyung pants into Jungkook's mouth, keeping up his fast pace.

"I'm getting close, hyung." Jungkook grits, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels his orgasm start building. Taehyung growls, slamming into the youngers prostate until the boy underneath him is a whimpering mess. "Yeah, Kook? Come for me. Come for hyung."

Moaning the elders name, Jungkook releases all over both of their stomachs, clenching himself, causing the elder to follow suit a couple thrusts later, due to the sudden tightness. Jungkook moans again, feeling Taehyung release inside him, filling him even more.

"Kook-ah," Taehyung murmurs. "That was so good, Kook. Fuck I love you so much, thank you for being so amazing." Jungkook smiles, still dazed from his orgasm, trying to catch his breath. He whimpers at the sudden empty feeling as Taehyung removed himself from inside the younger. Taehyung is back within seconds with a wet cloth, fully cleaning up Jungkook and then his own stomach. Jungkook makes grabbing hands, wanting the elder to come next to him. He knew his own knees were shaking, not wanting to stand up and test how much he would wobble. Taehyung chuckles, throwing the wet rag onto the ground and settling close to Jungkook, wrapping his hands around the youngers waist. Jungkook rests his forehead against Taehyung's, staring into the elders dark brown eyes. He felt so content, so loved, probably sore tomorrow. With a small smile, he let's himself drift off to sleep in his mates arms.


Jungkook wakes up to a cold bed, the smell of burning and muffled cursing. Taehyung. Quickly throwing on a white t-shirt, paired with his black boxers, he sprints downstairs into the direction of the helpless vampire. His eyes go wide at the sight in front of him. Taehyung covered in flour, pancake mix dripping down from the counter onto the floor, and the boy to blame throwing a pancake that was currently on fire into the sink. His dad walked up behind him, stopping in his tracks just like Jungkook had.

"Um, Tae, hey?" Taehyung, looking like a deer caught in headlights with a frying pan still in hand turns around to look at the two carbon copies. He gives a sheepish smile to the two.

"Dad, so this is Tae." Jungkook says with a raised eyebrow, wondering what his dad must be thinking. Taehyung scurries to where the two of them are standing, offering Jungkook's father a hand to shake. "Hi, yes, Taehyung, hello. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Jeon." Jungkook scrunches up his nose, Taehyung's hand was sticky with the pancake mix, so he quickly pushes his hand away before the elder can embarrass himself further. What was Taehyung thinking, he's never cooked food in his life and he's happily blowing up our kitchen.

Jungkook's dad clears his throat, "It's so nice to finally meet you, Taehyung. Are you cooking us breakfast?" Taehyung gives a small whine in confirmation, bringing a hand up to scratch his neck out of embarrassment. Jungkook's dad gives out a light laugh. "I'll quickly cut up some fruit for us, you two clean up meanwhile, hmm?" Taehyung responds by giving a big smile while Jungkook glares at him, giving him a small shove for all the work he's going to have to do. They get to work cleaning up, and Jungkook's bitter feeling leaves and he can't help but smile at how well his dad and Taehyung were getting along.

"All cut up, dig in." Mr. Jeon said, walking away from the fruit so that the two boys could reach the plate. That was weird, why did he talk like that?

"Dad, you okay?" Jungkook asks, an orange slice in hand, but too concentrated on his father to eat it yet. "Y-You're not cutting anything up anymore, why is there still a knife in your hand?"

He sees it. It was just a flicker of emptiness in his eyes before it happens. His dad flips the knife over, facing it towards himself, and with a groan, pushes it right into his own stomach.

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Before Jungkook could let out a yell, Taehyung was on the ground by Mr. Jeon's side, pulling out the knife from the others stomach. He saw Taehyungs fangs protrude, eyes turning red, chest heaving, as the fresh blood started oozing out of the wound. Hoping it would distract the elder from the smell of blood, Jungkook ran to Taehyung's side, placing the shirt he was wearing onto the wound to lessen the bleeding. Taehyung bit into his own wrist, breaking the skin and let his blood flow through, pushing it into Jungkook's fathers mouth. Jungkook was horrified with the whole scene in front of him, frantically pushing the shirt onto the wound. He could feel a sickness in his gut. The only thing he could think of was that his dad had been compelled. Someone had got to him. If Taehyung were not here, his dad probably wouldn't have made it.

"He'll be okay, Kook-ah, I'm feeding him my blood, the wound is healing now." Taehyung said in the most calming voice he could muster.

"I-Is he going to be a vampire?" Jungkook responded, voice wavering.

"No Kook-ah, he's not going to die, look." Taehyung lifted the t-shirt Jungkook was still pressing onto his fathers stomach, and true to his word, the wound was healing by itself, the skin slowly inching itself more together. Mr. Jeon spluttered, small drops of Taehyung's remaining blood being coughed up onto the kitchen floor. His father stayed laying on the ground, hovering between a concious and unconcious state.

Jungkook's heart was thumping against his ribcage, his whole body was shacking. He was scared, scared for his vulnerable father who had gotten compelled by a vampire to hurt himself. He punched the floor beneath him that he was sitting on. He was so angry. Angry at himself, for not realising his father might also be in danger. Angry at the vampire, knowing it was Minho or Jackson who had compelled his father, to directly hurt Jungkook. He had been so focused on his immediate circle, so in the mindstate that everyone around him is protecting him, not realising that others would need his protection. Taehyung must have noticed Jungkook's clenched jaw and red knuckle, taking hold of one of his hands.

"Hey, he'll be okay Kookie, don't worry please." Taehyung said with a worried expression.

Jungkook knew what he had to do. He had to be strong. It would be for the best. With a heavy heart and a shaky breath, he responded to the elder.

"Compel him, Taehyung. T-Tell him that he has to move to Daegu, by himself. Tell him that- that his life will be better there. Tell him that he doesn't need to worry about me." Jungkook's lip was quivering, tears starting to spill from his eyes. "Tell him that I'll be okay. Tell him that he will try his best to find happiness in Daegu, to get himself a good job and maybe even love. Tell him that I love him and I always will, but it's better this way."

Taehyung surged forward, enveloping the shaking younger boy into a hug, holding a tight grip around Jungkook's waist.

"I- I lost my mom, Tae, a-and now I'm losing my dad too." Jungkook could feel his stomach clench in pain, gripping tightly onto Taehyung's shirt, he let himself unravel. "He'll be happy, b-but I'm not ready. I'm not ready to lose both of my parents. I-It's unfair. God, why is my life so unfair? I'm only 19, Tae,- I-I'm only 19. I- I can't handle all of this. Life shouldn't be l-like this." Taehyung's shoulder was covered in the youngers tears. Jungkook blew his nose on the bloodied shirt on the ground, not caring if it would stain his face. He was having a hard time breathing, physically feeling like he was drowning in his sorrow. He needed to send his father away for his own safety. Even if Jimin would make him a vervain bracelet, Minho or Jackson could still hurt his dad.

Everything was because of him, and everyone else was being harmed because of that. Taehyung had to live in loneliness, witnessing his mates death. Jimin has had to overuse his powers so much he passes out for days. Yoongi was ruthlessly tortured, Jimin being forced to watch. His own father compelled to stab himself. All because of him. He couldn't even handle his own pain and now he also had the weight on his shoulders of how much pain others recieve because of him. The pain was too much for him to handle.

His father started slowly waking up again, a pained groan alerting the two boys that he was awake. Jungkook had tried to control his crying, but knowing what Taehyung had to do was making his bottom lip quiver again uncontrollably.

"J-Jungkook? Wha-What happened?" Mr. Jeon asked his son. Jungkook could only look at Taehyung and give him a small nod. Taehyung turned to Jungkook's father, his eyes turning dark red.

"Mr. Jeon, you're going to move to Daegu. You're going to start a new life there. You'll get a job as a policeman, or any other occupation you want. You'll go golfing, drink a couple beers, you do whatever you want that makes you happy, maybe even meet a new woman. You're going to leave Busan behind, and never think twice about it. You'll miss Jungkook, but you'll know it's for the better. He will always love you, just as you will always love him. You will have a better life there."

Jungkook crashes onto the ground next to his father, holding onto the man for the last time. Atleast he could say goodbye, but it hurt so fucking much. His sobs were loud, hiccups and heavy breaths meshed between his tears, as he hung onto the waist of his father. His whole world was crashing down.

"Jungkook, baby, look at me." Taehyung said, stroking the younger boys hair who was still laying on the ground, his face tucked into the crook of his fathers neck. He sniffled and lifted his gaze onto Taehyung, who pulled the boy from the floor onto his lap, keeping him steady in place from his waist.

"I know you're going to think that the pain will never end, but it will. But first, you have to let it all in baby, you can't fight it. It's bigger than you. You have to let yourself drown in it. Then eventually, you'll start to swim and every single breath that you fight for will make you stronger. I promise you that you'll beat it, Kook-ah." Taehyung was wiping the tears falling down Jungkook's cheeks, giving a light kiss onto his forehead. He couldn't respond, so he hugged the elder tightly, laying his head on the vampires chest.




For the next couple days, Jungkook spent most of his time in bed sleeping. All of the pain made him feel so exhausted, standing up was hard. He didn't want to eat, he didn't want to shower, or talk, or smile, sometimes not even breathe. He would let himself be weak for a few days, let himself devour all of the pain and sadness, and then start rebuilding himself. He had Taehyung with him constantly, forcing him to eat, taking care of him as Jungkook had no will to do it himself. Jimin and Yoongi stopped by a couple times a day, bringing food Seokjin had cooked for the two.

He was currently snuggled into Taehyung in his bed, his face pushed against the vampires chest, as Taehyung had his arm protectively around the youngers waist. Jungkook felt like he was forever grateful for Taehyung being by his side, the one constant in his life he knew would never change. He had always been there for Jungkook, he had been his guardian angel, saved him on more occasions than he should, and Jungkook couldn't even remember them. And the elder didn't ask for anything in return, just to be loved. It's all he needed. It's all they needed.

Taehyung had fallen asleep, but Jungkook could feel him start to stir around him. A quiet mumble left the vampires lips, before his eyes opened and he was fully awake. He released his hold on Jungkook and sped off, leaving the confused younger boy onto the bed alone. Jungkook got up after a bit, hearing the loud voices downstairs giving him the energy to finally stand up and walk around. He quickly put on grey sweatpants and a grey hoodie, nearly running downstairs hearing Taehyung's raised voice. As Jungkook went down the stairs, he froze, the small hairs on his hands raising. Minho was at his front door. He could feel his heartbeat start to increase as he walked up to the door, safely standing behind Taehyung, who was gripping the door with such force Jungkook was surprised the piece of wood hadn't snapped off yet.

"Finally, the bloodbag had arrived." Minho smiled, an evil glint in his eyes. "As I was telling little Taehyungie here, I'll be needing you to come with me."

"He's not going anywhere with you." Taehyung growled. Jungkook could hear the wood on the door start to slightly crack. Minho peered past Taehyung, staring straight at Jungkook.

"I'll make this very simple for you. If you do not come with me, I'll kill everyone you know. Everyone whose even glanced in your direction will be dead. I know some very powerful people, and I will not hesitate to call them over if you do not comply."

"I'm not letting that happen, you'll kill him the second he walks past this door." Taehyung snarled, taking a step back and wrapping his hand around Jungkook's waist.

"I assure you, I will not harm the boy. As I have told you before, I need him alive. Not a hair on his pretty little head will be touched. I simply want to have a chat with him." Taehyung's grip on Jungkook tightened at the vampires words, not wanting to let go of the boy.

"Jungkook. I will not ask you again. I will be leaving this porch in one minute, and if you have not joined me by then, every minute that goes by I will kill a person close to you." Minho said impatiently, pursing his lips and turning around, waiting by the steps on the porch outside.

Jungkook turned to face Taehyung, small tears forming in his eyes as he wrapped his hands around the elders neck. Taehyung was clenching his jaw, looking away from the boy, worry evident in his eyes. Jungkook placed a hand onto Taehyung's cheek, forcing him to turn his head and hold eye-contact.

"Hey, he said he won't harm me. For some silly reason, I believe him. Maybe he'll try to harm me in the future, but that's not now, okay? I'll be fine, you know I'm strong. I love you so much, never forget that, okay?"

Taehyung furrowed his brows, grip still tight on Jungkook's waist. "I'll be right here Kook-ah, waiting for you to get back. Please, please be safe, okay? I'm already worrying too much. Run back to me, baby. I love you too. So much." Taehyung leaned his head down, placing a firm kiss onto Jungkook's lips. Jungkook kept his hold on Taehyung's cheek, thumb carressing the elders cheekbone. He placed another small peck onto Taehyung's lips, putting on his shoes before giving a weak smile and stepping outside, away from the protections of the house. He gave one look back at his boyfriend, before Minho grabbed onto his hand and the two of them vanished.




Jungkook felt like throwing up. He had been dragged super speed by Minho, something his body had not accustomed to. He didn't have time to think about the bile rising up his throat though, as Minho halted to a stop in front of a small bookstore. Minho pushed the door open, not waiting for Jungkook to follow him, and walked in. Confused as to why they were heading into a bookstore, Jungkook furrowed his brows but quickly followed after Minho, not wanting to anger the clearly impatient vampire. The store was different to what Jungkook had expected. It was old, quaint, with rows of ancient books gathering dust around them. The store was dimly lit, so dark that Jungkook had to squint in order to make out some of the titles of the books as they walked through the aisles. He let out a small cough as Minho swiped some of the books, blowing dust straight into Jungkook's face who was walking right behind him.

Reaching the counter, an old man was sitting there, reading a book of his own. He was dressed in very modest clothing, a cheap looking brown sweater and black cotton shorts. He gave Minho a tired smile once the vampire cleared his throat. The elderly man slowly stood up, holding onto his back while he walked, and opened up the counter area to let Minho and Jungkook get past him. Minho walked past the man without hesitation, Jungkook not far behind, but he still managed to give the man a sad smile. Jungkook couldn't help but think that the man looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it with such a quick interaction. Minho led them to the room in the back, finding a stairwell that seemed to lead to a basement of some sorts. Jungkook was trying his best to remember the route, counting the steps down so that he would know exactly how many he would need to get up if he would need to try for an escape. He wondered what the old man at the counter would have done so that vampires controlled him. Was he innocent? He could easily be, Minho seemed like a vampire who wouldn't care about humans actual lives, only keeping them if they benefitted him in some way. The whole walk the two of them had been quiet, Jungkook too scared to even breathe louder, being careful that the vampire walking in front of him wouldn't snap.

The basement was infinitely cosier than the old bookstore upstairs, or the cold stairwell. The door had opened into a dark red room, rich purple couches surrounding a tv. One of the walls was brick, hosting a small bar infront of it. What made Jungkook stop was the figure sitting on one of the couches, a glass of whiskey in hand. Hoseok. The witch glanced up at the two as they arrived, giving a small nod to Minho and standing up from the couch he was sitting on.

"Drink, Jungkook?" Minho asked, walking over to the small bar and fixing himself some kind of mixture Jungkook wasn't familiar with. Jungkook shook his head, too shocked at seeing the witch infront of him to respond. Hoseok was now leaning against one of the red walls, the glass loosely swinging between his fingertips as he stared at Jungkook, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Sit." Minho commanded, gesturing to the couch Hoseok was previously on. Jungkook bit his lip and shuffled over to the couch. He sat down nervously, placing his hands on his knees infront of him, trying to stop one of his legs from bouncing up and down. Why would Minho need to drag me all the way here just to talk to me? Why is Hoseok here? Hoseok being here did confirm now that he was indeed the witch working with Minho and Jackson. When Jimin and Yoongi had visited, they had explained everything about the curse, telling about how the vampires were striving to create a new hybrid species. Minho walked over to Jungkook, sitting on the table infront of the couch, so that he was facing the younger.

He pursed his lips, eyeing his drink as he began to speak. "You know Jungkook, witches really are crafty bitches. I guess they purposely try to make every other species life difficult." He sighed. "See the thing is, spirits that witches call upon for energy don't appreciate forced rituals. I need you to die, but I need you to do it willingly. If it doesn't happen by your own heart, the ritual will fail, and we can't have that happen now can we?" Minho clucked his tongue, seemingly internally debating against something. After a small pause, he continued. "I could threated to kill everyone you love again. But that wouldn't work, would it? I know that you would die for that cause, but there would be reluctance in your heart. It wouldn't be a pure sacrifice, you would hesitate. You can't fake it either, the witches know your heart." Jungkook furrowed his brows. Of course he doesn't want to die, he has so many people around him worth living for.

"I know you care about them all, but one of them is the biggest obstacle. He's the biggest reason you keep living, isn't he?" Minho questioned. Taehyung. "The reason you didn't give up, even if you sent your father away. Good thinking by the way, but don't think for a minute that I'm not able to find him if I want to." Minho looked up at Jungkook at this point, giving a threatening look at the younger, who returned the gaze.

"For this reason, I need you to forget about Kim Taehyung."

Forget Taehyung?

"Now I know your love exceeds this life and all that sappy shit, so I admit that it will be difficult, that's why I brought a friend along." He gestured for Hoseok to join the two. The witch walked over and hovered between the couch and table. Minho gave him a small nod, and Hoseok turned to face Jungkook.

"Hobi.. what are you doing? I thought we were friends? What about Jimin? Why are you doing this?" Jungkook's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke to the other. Hoseok clenched his jaw, staring at the younger, but Jungkook could see it clearly in the others eyes. Regret. Hoseok let out a small incantation and the vervain bracelet on Jungkook's hand flew off. Jungkook's eyes widened, panic starting to set in his chest as he realised that he didn't have any vervain on him anymore. He could be compelled.

Minho gave a bright smile, clapping his hands once. "There we go. Now we can have an actual discussion." Jungkook didn't know what to do. He couldn't escape, Minho would catch him before that. He couldn't expect Hoseok's help, the elder clearly either wanting to be on Minho's side, or being forced to. Either way, he couldn't count on the witch. He could feel the panic rising higher, close to him starting to have an attack. Hoseok was still murmuring quiet chants, as Minho grabbed onto Jungkook's chin, forcing him to look into Minho's now turned red eyes. Jungkook could feel himself being sucked into the red pupils, wanting to only please the man behind the eyes.


A wave of warmth flowed through Jungkook as he released his timid shoulders, relaxing more into the couch behind him. Minho gave a satisfied smile, happy that compulsion would finally work on the younger.

"Now, who is Kim Taehyung?"

Jungkook answered nearly mechanically. "He is a vampire. My boyfriend. I love him."

"And when did you first meet him?"

The words flowed through Jungkook's mouth before he could even try to stop it. "In my first life, we met at a bar. In my current one, at university."

The man in front of him was big. He was staring at Jungkook with an intimidating glare, fist nearly ready to punch the smaller if he would get rejected another time. "Kid. I'll ask you one more time. Do you want to get out of here with me?" Jungkook started tapping his foot on the ground. No. Fuck no. He didn't want to leave with this man. What could he do? On his own birthday, his friends had abandoned him onto another side of the bar. He couldn't fight the man, he was twice his size. As if someone had answered his silent prayers, a gentle hand slipped around Jungkook's waist. Wide-eyed, Jungkook snapped his head to the side to stare at the male. His breath hitched. Ethereal. The brown-haired male with a cute mole at the tip of his nose was staring back at him with a small grin. His focus shifted to the larger male though, eyes hardening from his previous soft gaze.

"Why are you harrassing my boyfriend?" Jungkook thought his knees would buck underneath him, thank god for the strangers tight hold on his waist to keep him staying upwards. The males voice was so low, so sultry, but at the same time cold as he addressed the man infront of the two. He could see the larger males eyes narrow, lips pursing as he stared at the two. "He didn't seem taken." The male said with a low grumble.

"Well he is." The angel-man responded snarkily, letting go of his hold and stepping between the two. The two males stared at each other for a long moment, the larger one finally giving up with a low growl and trekking away. The boy infront of him turned around, a rectangle-shaped grin on his mouth, and Jungkook knew already that he was gone for the male. Fuck.

The male reached out a hand, shaking Jungkook's one. "I'm Taehyung."

"And what was he like?"

"I knew instantly there was something about him. He was dangerous, but not in a way that he would hurt me. He was exciting."

Taehyung had lent Jungkook his big, red scarf as the two of them left the bar. It was cold outside and the younger boy had been too excited about his birthday to think of the weather outside. With an arm slumped aroung the youngers shoulder, letting out a loud breath, Taehyung started talking again.

"So tell me, Kook-ah. Tell me about yourself."

Jungkook stuttered for a moment. "Umm, well, I just turned 18 today. I have one sister, my parents are still married, I'm currently study-"

"No no no, Kook-ah." Taehyung pulled the two of them to a stop. They had only known for a moment, but he put his hand up to Jungkook's cheek and stared deeply into the others eyes.

"Tell me about you, Kook-ah. Not your life, but you."

"And how did he make you feel, Jungkook?"

There was a small pause before Jungkook continued. It felt too intimate, but the males eyes were too compelling. "He made me feel like anything was possible. I felt like I could let go of everything and he would still be there."

Minho nodded. Hoseok stopped his quiet chants and sat down onto the other couch, his face contorted into pain, his heart going out to the younger. "He's embedded deeply in your heart. Hoseok just unlocked more memories of the two of you, so that I can swipe them clean." Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

"Jungkook, look at me." Minho let out a small breath through his nose. "You had a nice moment at the bar with a stranger. That's all he was, a stranger. He helped you, and you momentarily walked together as you thanked him, eventually parting ways. You never thought of him after that moment."

Jungkook could feel a tear dropping from his eyes, but why?

"A stranger?"

"Yes, a stranger."

The tears kept dropping on Jungkook's cheeks. Why was I crying over Tae- Ta- .. a stranger? Who was this? 

"Can you tell me the name of this male that helped you, Jungkook?"

Jungkook furrowed his brows, his lip quivering. Why is being affected like this over a person he spoke to for only a minute? What did he even look like? He was trying to think so hard, racking his brain over this mysterious male. A tuft of brown hair crossed his mind, but that could have been anyone.

"I don't know who you're talking about." Jungkook answered, feeling like his soul was being pulled apart, but why? Jungkook felt like he was being crushed with sadness, a part of him being ripped away.

"And now at school, Jungkook. Who do you know from there?"

"I- I sit with Jimin. And Hoseok. T-That's it. I think? I-Im not sure." Minho furrowed his brows. "You're still confused. I need this to be sure. Who is Kim Taehyung, Jungkook?"

Kim Taehyung? A tuft of blonde hair crossed Jungkook's mind. Who was that?

"He- He's m-my..I-I don't know?" Jungkook was fidgeting with his fingers, sweat building up over his body as he was being interrogated. He could feel a small pit of emptiness rise in his gut.

"Who had been with you these couple of days while you were at home after your father left?"

Jungkook wanted to yell in frustration. Why doesn't he remember anything? "I was alone? I think?" Kook-ah. A deep baritone whispered in his memories. The voice brought momentary relief, but the clenching in his stomach began again. His brows were still furrowed together, silent tears still staining his face. "Was I alone?" He whispered.

"Jungkook. You were alone. Since coming to Busan, you've been with your father, Jimin and Hoseok." Jungkook nodded reluctantly. Something was missing.

"Now, who is Kim Taehyung?" Minho asked the younger. Things were finally clearing up for Jungkook. His mind stopped reeling, but the feeling in his stomach was still there.

"I've never heard of that name before."

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Minho was quiet for a moment. Jungkook could see tears welling up in Hoseok's eyes, but they never broke through.

"Excellent," Minho eventually says. "Hoseok, whose next?"

"Jimin." The witch whispers back, voice breaking slightly.

"Hey, focus on me, Jungkook, not Hoseok." Minho guides Jungkook by his chin again to hold eye-contact, his touch lighter this time though. His hand was vibrating slightly from Jungkook's still quivering jaw. Jungkook doesn't realize what had just happened. He doesn't remember that anything would be different, but why does he feel so empty?

Minho speaks again, voice not much higher than a whisper, eyes turning red. "Your father left you Jungkook. How does that feel?"

Jungkook frowned, he was already so overwhelmed with emotions that he just felt numb. "I- I know he left, but he didn't leave me. He had to go."

"How does that make you feel, Jungkook?"

"I- I currently feel nothing but pain. I feel alone.. Am I alone?" He feels a phantom arm wrapping around his waist, a light kiss on his nape. A second of reassurance before it was stripped away again. Who was that?

"How sad you were alone, Jungkook. Jimin didn't care about you enough?" Minho pouts, nearly mocking the boy in front of him while stripping him from his humanity.

"H-He came to visit. He cares about me. He's my best friend." Everything was blank, but Jungkook remembers Jimin stopping by.

"Hmm yes, a quick visit. Didn't stay the night though, did he?" Minho asked the younger quizzically.

Jungkook had never been more confused in his life. "H-He couldn't.. Why couldn't he? He wouldn't have just left me alone, there had to be a reason he only visited and not stayed." Minho placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Look at me. He was forced to come visit. Jimin doesn't give a shit about you."

Jungkook flinched. Jimin had always been his best friend. Ever since he could first walk the two boys had been glued by the hip. "That can't be." Jungkook whispered.

Minho let out a small growl, eyes darkening as he further compels the boy. "Jungkook. He doesn't care. About. You." Jungkook felt tears streaming down his face again. Jimin didn't care about him. His father had left him. His mother had passed away. Something else was bothering him, but he didn't know what it was. He truly was alone. But there was that feeling again. Something trying to break through his chest. I'll always love you, Kook-ah. He wanted to scream. He wanted the deep voice to stay but the warm feeling was over in a fleeting moment, and he was back to his previous state.

"Whose next, Hoseok?" Minho asked impatiently.

"S-Seokjin and Yoongi. I don't know if it was enough, but they've had some communication." Hoseok had a few tears rolling down his own cheeks now, looking away so the vampire wouldn't notice them.

"Jungkook. Forget Seokjin and Yoongi. Forget anything the two of them have ever spoken to you. They are strangers to you too." Jungkook nods, instantly forgetting the faces and memories created with the two vampires. "Anyone else, witch?" Hoseok shakes his head. "No, that's it." Minho narrows his eyes. "What about the other old vampire, Namjoon?"

Hoseok shakes his head again. "Just a brief greeting at the party you were at. I'm absolutely positive they haven't had other interactions."

Jungkook tried to keep a straight face. He could remember this Namjoon figure, even if all of their conversations were a blur. Why was Hoseok lying?

"Okay then. Jungkook. Remember this." Minho's eyes turned red for the last time. "They all left you. Your parents, Jimin, everyone is gone. No one cares anymore, so why should you? When you go back, they'll try to talk to you. They'll try to tell you that everything I said was wrong, but you know, you know in your heart that what I tell you is the truth. In a week's time, I will be needing you. Be ready then. Do not forget what I told you. You are all alone, Jungkook."




Jungkook stumbled back. His mind was a mess but at least the muscle memory in his body was slowly navigating him the correct way home. With his vision blurry, he smacks straight into his gate, letting out a small groan. Fumbling with his keys, he eventually unlocks the front door, just to be instantly enveloped into a body. What the fuck?  Full force, Jungkook pushed the figure away from him, only to be faced with a very confused looking blonde-haired boy. God, he was beautiful. But he was also an intruder.

"Who are you? How the fuck did you get inside? Leave, before I call the cops."

"Kook-ah? What happened?" The male asked worriedly. Kook-ah. Jungkook shook his head, trying to stop his head from being more messed up.

"I said leave. Now." The male stayed put, curiously staring at the younger. Jungkook ran to the kitchen, his hand grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter. Hell, if this intruder won't leave, I'll have to force him.

"Umph" Jungkook let out, dropping the knife from the force as the intruder pushed him against the fridge, caging him in so that he couldn't escape. Jungkook tried ripping the males hand from his shoulder, but damn this man was strong, his hand wouldn't even budge. The male was looking at Jungkook actions, eyes widening as he saw Jungkook's hands.

The male gasped. "Where's your bracelet, Kook-ah?"

"I- I don't know who you are, get away from me." Jungkook was leaning his head away from the male, pushing his cheek into the door of the fridge. Something about the male made Jungkook feel like he couldn't keep eye-contact for long. A gentle hand guided Jungkook's cheek, making him look at the male. Familiar. He wanted to yell. He had never met this man before. Taehyung moved his face closer, Jungkook could see his dark brown eyes piercing into his own, searching for something.

"What did they do to you, my poor baby." The males voice was so quiet. Jungkook could see his features morph into sadness, his hands still steadily holding the younger against the door. Jungkook frowned. He didn't like to see the intruder sad. Why would he care, though?

"I- I don't know you. Let me go." The other male wouldn't budge. Jungkook was squirming, trying to release himself from the piercing gaze of the other. "I don't know you!" Jungkook yelled, but it didn't sound right. It left him feeling guilty. The other male was still staring at him, looking utterly defeated.

"Jungkook, baby, I know you're still in there. I can see the struggle. Fight it. Fight it please, for me. It's me, Taehyung."


Jungkook furrowed his brows, shaking his head again. "I- I don't kn-"

The male removed his hands from around Jungkook's shoulders, placing both hands on his cheeks instead. He was staring deeply into Jungkook eyes as he spoke. The gaze was making Jungkook's stomach turn. There was something about the male that made him hesitate. "Fight it, angel." The male whispered. "I love you so much, Kook-ah." Jungkook could feel himself crying again. Why was this having such an affect on him?

"I'm not going to compel you, Jungkook. Not like he did. I want you to know that everything that you feel in here," Taehyung drops one of his hands from the youngers cheek, placing it on top of Jungkook's heart, "Is real. I'm real. What we have is real. I'll always be here, fighting the battle with you, never against you. So don't you dare fight against me now. You're strong, Jungkook. God, you're so strong, baby. You can do this. Fight it, jagiya." Something was trying to claw through Jungkook's chest. Feelings, that had been buried and forgotten, but it was as if he didn't have access to them. He couldn't reach them, and they couldn't push through. He was stuck in an inner turmoil when focusing on the male in front of him.

Taehyung pulled Jungkook into a hug, placing his hands around Jungkook's lower back. And now, Jungkook could feel it again. An arm around him, but it wasn't a memory this time. This was the man. It was his touch. It was his voice. But who was he? So Jungkook decided he'll fight back. He didn't know what he was fighting, but he knew something was wrong. The male in front of him was having too much of an impact. His stomach clenched from how uncomfortable he was feeling, but at the same time, he was leaning into the touch of the stranger.

Taehyung released his hold and spoke so quietly, Jungkook had a hard time hearing him. "Stay here please, I'll call the others." Jungkook didn't know anyone else except Jimin, so who the hell were the others?




The stranger had forced Jungkook to sit on the couch in the living room, waiting for these so called 'others'. It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like hours to Jungkook. He wanted it all to stop. His mind was mostly a blank, but he got these sudden surges of feelings that were so powerful. It was too overwhelming, and he had no one to confide in. A light knock on the door distracted Jungkook from his current thoughts. A shorter, black-haired male he didn't recognize walked in, and behind him.. Jimin. Jungkook tensed up, seeing his ex-best friend so close to him.

"Kookie, what's going on?" Jimin asked, fake concern plastered on his face.

"Don't fucking call me that." Jungkook growled.

Jimin was take aback. He shared puzzled glances with the other two in the room before turning back to look at Jungkook again. "You're my best friend, of course I'm calling you Kookie."

Jungkook couldn't believe the nerve of the other. "I know you're just pretending. You can stop now. Minho already made it all very clear to me." He sneered. The blond-haired stranger walked over to Jimin, whispering something into his ear, causing the pink-haired boy to give a small nod, mouth turning sad.

Jimin walked over to the couches towards Jungkook, a frown on his face. He crouched by the couch, facing Jungkook as he took the youngers hands into his own. He's manipulating you. Jungkook quickly pulled his hands out from the others embrace. Jimin let out a small huff from the youngers actions.

"Kookie, whatever Minho said was a lie. You're my best friend, always have been."

"That's exactly what he said that you would tell me. That just proves more that he was right." Jungkook said as he narrowed his eyes at the boy crouched in front of him.

Jimin had just opened his mouth to speak again when there was another knock at the door. The blonde stranger was quick to open it, two other males walking through it. Relief flooded through Jungkook.
"N-Namjoon." He chocked out, running to the tall silver-haired vampire, wrapping his arms around him. He didn't see all of the bewildered looks the others were giving each other behind him.

"Hello, Jungkook-ah. Is everything okay?"

Jungkook shook his head frantically. "E-Everyone here's a stranger. A-All but you. A-And Jimin. But he hates me, please, I don't know why they're all here. Could you please tell them all to leave?"

Namjoon frowned, pulling away from the youngers embrace so that he could search his expressions. "They're my friends, Jungkook. It's okay. Lets go sit down, hmm?"

Jungkook nodded, pulling Namjoon by his hand to sit on the couch. He tangled himself into the silver-haired vampire. He had felt like he had no one, but now Namjoon was here with him. Even if he didn't remember much from what the two of them had spoken, it was better than being alone. The other strangers all came to sit either onto the other couch or the floor, all staring curiously at the two on the small couch. Namjoon quietly stroked through Jungkook's hair, but the younger could see the confusion in the vampires face. "Could you tell me where you've been, Jungkook?"

Jungkook's face turned into a small frown. "I- I don't remember too much. It's all just whiteness in my vision, if that makes any sense? But I remember sitting on a couch. A purple one. M-Minho and Hoseok were there?" He could feel Namjoon's hand still in his hair. "Umm, Hoseok was saying some names, I don't remember them or what happened at all. Minho explained to me how Jimin isn't actually my friend." Jungkook turned to see the pained expression his ex-best friend had. He was a good actor. Of course he was, he had clearly been practicing for a while, secretly hating Jungkook. He focused back to Namjoon, continuing to explain his limited memories. "T-Then Hoseok said your name. H-He said that we never talked, I don't know why he lied. Y-You're the only one that's still here. Everyone else has left me." He finished with a whisper.

Namjoon frowned at the younger. "Jungkook. You have so many people around y-"

"Stop. H-He told me that when I come back people will try to manipulate me. You're supposed to be my friend, don't lie to me. Don't be Jimin."

Everyone stayed quiet, letting Namjoon try to figure out how to speak to the younger. He seemed to be the only one Jungkook trusted, or knew. "I am your friend, Jungkook. Remember the conversation we had at my house, hmm? Do you remember what we talked about?"

The empty feeling started creeping into Jungkook's stomach again. "N-No. I-I was visiting.. s-someone. W-Who?" A giggle rang through Jungkook's memories. He quickly shook his head.

"You were visiting Taehyung, Jungkook. He's also the one we were talking about."

"E-Everyone keeps saying this name. I want it to stop." Jungkook was starting to get frustrated. "Just stop. I don't know him. I don't know who that is. J-Just stop."

Namjoon placed his hands onto Jungkook's shoulders, his eyes hardening as he stared at the younger. He twisted Jungkook so that the younger was staring at the blonde-haired man. He quickly averted his gaze, he was uncomfortable. "Look at him. Look at Taehyung." Jungkook glanced at the male, long enough to see the tear drop from the others eye.

"No! I don't know him. Stop." Jungkook yelled, trying to get rid of Namjoon's hands from his shoulders so that he could turn back around.

"I said, look at him." Namjoon growled into Jungkook's ear.

"I- I can't." Jungkook sobbed, his shoulders starting to bounce up and down as he started crying. Looking at the male was making Jungkook feel so many unexplained feelings. He was a stranger. "Jungkook. It's Taehyung." Taehyung. "Minho has compelled you to forget about him. About all of them. For some reason Hoseok seems to be helping us, letting you remember me."

"I don't believe you. I can't believe you." Jungkook cried, bringing the sleeve of his grey hoodie to wipe away the tears. The blonde-haired vampire got up, crouching in front of Jungkook.

"Kook-ah. Hey, we're not lying, okay? I need you to try and remember us." The vampires face broke into a smile, a rectangular grin shining in front of Jungkook's face. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut. That smile. It was too painful. He felt like he was breaking apart. "I- I don't know you." He wept, voice cracking as he spoke.

Everyone turned around when there was another knock at the door. Without waiting for a response, the door was thrusted open, revealing five brown-haired boys.

Seokjin stood up and let out a snarl. "No one invited you mutts here."

The boy in the middle rolled his eyes, walking up to the group residing in the living room. He narrowed his eyes at Seokjin. "I don't care how old you are. One bite from me and you're dead. I'm not here for you anyway." The young boys focus shifted onto Jungkook and Jimin, sitting on the couch next to them with Yoongi. "Did you two forget you still go to university? Well as you must know, Hoseok is on the student committee. They're hosting some dance there on the weekend so he personally invited the two of you to go help him set up for it tomorrow night." He raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips as neither boy responded to him. "It wasn't actually a request. There's someone who wants to meet you."

Jimin was the one to speak up. "I don't care who wants to fucking meet us, we're not going. Especially in the state Jungkook's in."

The brown-haired boy let out a snort. "I really doubt you want to piss off Kai. Be there tomorrow." With those words, the boy commanded the rest to leave, giving a small glance at the group of vampires before departing too.

"...Kai? No, it can't be." Seokjin gasped, his skin paling as he stared at his mate in horror.

"W-Whose Kai?" Jimin questioned, curious of the reaction that Seokjin had.

"W-We only know of one vampire named Kai, Jimin. He's the original vampire."




They let Jungkook be by himself in his room that night. Still, Taehyung stayed, staying up all night on the couch. Jungkook didn't feel comfortable having the stranger stay, but there wasn't much he could do about it. After hours of tossing and turning in bed, he finally fell asleep.

"Carry on, my fellow steed!" Jungkook giggled, poking his ankles into Taehyung sides as if the elder were a horse. The two of them were heading to the jazz club, Taehyung having a firm hold on Jungkook as the younger joked around on his back.

"Only because it's your birthday, Kook-ah" Taehyung grumbled. "That's the only reason I'm letting you piggyback me."

Jungkook chuckled. "Tae, I jump on your back nearly every day. Who are you trying to kid here? You're whipped as hell for me."

"Oh yeah?" Taehyung asked challengingly. With a smooth motion, he rotated Jungkook from his back so that he was straddling him from the front, still holding the younger from his thighs. Jungkook let out a squeal and the sudden shift of position.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the elder. "Showing off your super-strength, huh?" Taehyung beamed at the younger, pressing a kiss onto his lips. "Maybe I wouldn't have to if you wouldn't act so cheeky, hmm?" He murmured into the other lips. "Happy birthday, angel. I'll always love you."

"You've already told me that a thousand times today. I love you too."

Jungkook woke up to a layer of sweat sticking to his skin. His shirt was clinging to him, soaking through parts of the sheets too. The stranger. Jungkook was letting out heavy pants, feeling like enough air wasn't entering his lungs.

Someone bursted into the room. "Kook-ah? Are you okay?" The worried looking blonde-haired male asked.

"S-Stay away. I- I don't know what you're doing to me, but it needs to stop. It's hurting me. It's ripping me apart. I-I don't know who you are, yet you're everywhere? I'm trying to fight it just like you asked, but instead of helping me, it's draining me. Every time I look at you, it's like something is beating me from the inside, throwing punches right into my gut. I don't know how to make it stop. Please."

Taehyung had moved closer to Jungkook while he spoke, sitting on the bed next to him. He took a hold of Jungkook's hand, and for some reason, the younger didn't move his hand away. "I don't believe that. You don't want it to stop, Jungkook. You can fight it, you just need to want it bad enough."

Jungkook scoffed. "What, because I apparently love you?"

Taehyung raised his voice slightly, breaking into an aggressive tone. "Yeah, that's right Jungkook, because you love me. You'll fight because after everything we've been through, you owe me that. I've had to deal with a heartbreak once from you, I am sure as hell not dealing with another one because you didn't fight enough. This time, you actually have a choice. You choose to fight, or you quit. And I know you're in there, and you are not a quitter, Jungkook. I'm right here Kook-ah, whenever you finally decide you'll fight it. Fight the compulsion. Remember me."




Not really caring, Jungkook quickly threw on a black sweater and ripped black jeans. It was already dark outside and the others were forcing him to go to the school to help with some stupid party that he wouldn't even be attending. What made him more bitter was the fact that Jimin would be there. He still couldn't trust him, no matter how much the other tried to convince him. It was all lies. He would have driven, but his father had taken their only care when he left Jungkook. Therefore, he had to walk, escorted by the blonde-haired and black-haired strangers. He walked ahead of them, annoyance seeping through his pores. He didn't need an escort. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything.

He entered the bright building, not waiting to see if the two behind him followed him in. He knew he had to meet Jimin at the gymnasium, and no matter how much he hated it, they had been adamant about him coming. Even though Jungkook barely cared, something about the way they spoke about the figure -Kai, made his skin crawl. He went into the gym, seeing Jimin and Hoseok talking to each other. A few other people were bustling around, blowing up balloons and painting a banner. He heard the door close behind him, the vampires had indeed followed him in. With a clenched jaw, Jungkook walked up to the two witches.

"Hey, Jungkook." Hoseok greeting him softly. Jimin didn't even smile, only narrowing his eyes a little at the younger. He gave a small nod in acknowledgment to the two, turning around to see the two vampires sitting by the bleachers. As on cue, the doors behind the two vampires opened, a small group entering. Jungkook could recognize two of them. Minho and Jackson. A man he had never seen before was walking in front of them, his gaze locked onto Jungkook's. The man radiated power, danger. His dark, brown hair had been quaffed on top of his forehead, showing off his sharp features. He was wearing a white button up, with black slacks and rich looking leather shoes, clicking onto the gymnasium floor with every step he took. The male stopped mere inches away from Jungkook faces, looking down at the younger.

"I've heard you're putting quite a kink in my plans, sweetheart." His voice was chilling. It sent a gust of coldness straight to Jungkook's bones. "Now I'm sure you know what I need you to do, but it doesn't seem to be quite working out, is it?" Kai lifted up his hand to touch Jungkook's cheek, his fingers feeling ice cold against Jungkook's skin. He could see from the corner of his eye that Taehyung and Yoongi were walking over to them. Subconsciously, Jungkook took a step closer to where Taehyung was standing. Kai cocked an eyebrow at the youngers movement.

"He doesn't mean anything to me anymore, none of them do. I can't remember them. I haven't ruined your plan at all." Jungkook responded, feeling brave as his body stood emotionless.

"Is that so?" Kai mused. "Shall we test it out then?" In a blink of an eye, Kai had travelled to where Taehyung was, placing the other into a headlock. "A small shift of my hand and his head will pop right off. You said he doesn't mean anything to you. So what, one less vampire right?"

Jimin spoke up. "I have a protection spell on him."

Kai sneered at him. "Foolish witch. I am an original vampire. Your little parlor tricks won't hurt me. I am unkillable."

Jungkook surged forward, tackling at the two, but Kai was faster. He had shifted a few meters away, throwing Taehyung onto the ground. Taehyung let out a loud gasp, finally being able to properly breathe again.

Kai snarled at the younger. "He means nothing to you? Your lies just keep piling up."

"J-Just let them all go. I'll do anything you ask."

Kai walked up to the younger again, pulling the younger closer by his neck, eyes turning red. "Stop. Fighting." Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, trying to forget what Kai had just said to him.

"No.. Kook-ah." Taehyung whispered.

"You shut up." Kai growled, kneeling over Taehyung. He lifted the younger vampire from his collar and threw him against the gymnasium wall. A pained cry left Taehyung's mouth at the impact of the wall. Jungkook gasped, running to the male laying on the ground.

"You've been compelled to forget him, and yet you still seek to protect him?" Kai said, curiously staring at Jungkook. Jungkook was crouched in front of Taehyung, hovering a hand over his body as if to protect the elder from the original vampire.

"Now this, this is fascinating." Kai said, walking over to the two, who were by the edge of the wall. "I've never seen anything like this before. Is your love towards this vampire so strong that you are able to fight against compulsion?"

Jungkook frowned, he didn't know why he was protecting the elder. It was his instinct; he knew he needed to help the male on the ground. Even if he were a stranger, he was attached to him. Two souls molded into one, withstanding everything thrown at them.

"I am an original, Jungkook. I can even compel vampires. You will not defy me. I need my hybrids, and I will not have you stand in my way." Kai lifted Jungkook from the ground, pushing him against the wall. "Why are you fighting me?" He sneered. "The loneliness must be killing you. It must be exhausting having all these feelings of emptiness and pain." Kook-ah. "Let me help you with it. I'll help you turn it all off."

Jungkook faced away from Kai, sweat starting to break through his skin as he stood up against the original. "No." He said, panting from all the resisting against the vampire.

"You might be strong, Jungkook, but you are not that strong."

Jungkook squirmed, his eyes drawn to the vampire who was still on the ground next to him. Taehyung.

"Forget. Him." Kai snarled, eyes turning red.

Jungkook's chest was heaving. He couldn't. "No!" He growled, the surprise of defiance letting him push Kai off him, making the other stumble a step back.

Kai lunged at the younger, face livid and eyes bright red, long white fangs protruded from his mouth. He shoved Jungkook forcefully against the wall again, making Jungkook cry out in pain.

"FORGET HIM." Kai yelled.

Jungkook could hear gasps around him, but his mind went blank as Kai's words seared through every single vein in his body. His eyes looked around the room, settling on the boy on the ground. Taehyung could see the dead look in the younger boys eyes. That moment, he knew he had lost him.

Chapter Text

 Jimin's pov   

Fuck vampires. Fuck originals. Fuck everything.  After the scene at the gym, Jungkook had went back home, recognising no one but Jimin, giving a glare into the elder’s direction. The boy had no emotion in his eyes, his body moving like a puppet. Kai had turned him into nothing more than a mere vessel, only currently alive to serve one purpose, sacrifice. Jimin knew there was nothing he could do about it anymore. Jungkook was gone. Taehyung had nearly got through to him, but with Kai’s appearance, it was now impossible. Jimin had heard of the original vampire just through horror stories from his grandmother. What Kai had said was true, he was indeed unkillable. The only way that Kai could actually be killed was through the ash of the White Oak, a tree that had stood a thousand years ago.  Yeah, probably can’t access that.  He had a couple other ideas too, but there were all so tricky.    

There was no stopping Kai anymore. They had to let the ritual happen. Jimin had instructed Yoongi on what his current plan was, thankfully the vampire had agreed to it. It was the only way Jimin could think of that would at least somehow save Jungkook.      

At the gym, Hoseok had asked for Jimin’s forgiveness for working with Minho, Jackson and Kai. He was still working with them, and would work with them until the end. They were threatening his family, planning on torturing all of them in front of him if he wouldn’t help them. Jimin understood, but it still made him bitter. Of course, Hoseok would choose his family over Jungkook, just like Jimin would choose Jungkook over others, but it was still incredibly unfair. Jungkook was Jimin’s innocent little bunny-boy soulmate, who had been dealt a shitty hand of cards in life recently. Everyone who knew the younger boy just wanted to protect him, it was just the aura that Jungkook radiated. But now it was all gone.   

 Jimin’s grandmother had told him about some sacred witch grounds in Busan, on the outskirts of the city, deep in the woods. He was currently in the forest, taking out all of his anger on the broken twigs and branches on the ground, kicking them around and stomping on them if they were right under his feet. The crunching sounds felt satisfying, helping him release some of his pent-up frustration.  How dare Kai do that to his best friend.  Stripping someone of their humanity was a terrible thing to do, and Jungkook had already gone through so much.   

Maybe it was a dumb idea, trekking in the woods by himself at midnight, but he couldn’t stay home, idly doing nothing.  He had been walking for around half an hour by now, phone battery slowly draining as he used it as a flashlight. Having at least some common sense left, Jimin quickly messages Yoongi his location, before stomping onto another broken twig.    

Apparently, the grounds he was heading to was the place of a huge witch sacrifice. During the Salem witch trials in America in the 1700’s, they’re own version had been held in South Korea. The area was a huge hotspot for witch activity, bearing the lost spirits of hundreds of witches who had been killed on the spot. Jimin was hoping that maybe he could tap into the energy, letting himself become more powerful, and maybe be a match for Kai and the other vampires.   

He flickered his phone light around, trying to find any kind of indication of where the burial grounds could be. He squinted his eyes as he thought he might have seen some stone ruins in the distance. Walking over, Jimin started to get an eerie feeling. Stones were now surrounding him, most of them had cracked into two pieces, but some were still whole, and Jimin could see the symbols drawn onto them.  Black magic.  He walked closer to the unbroken stones, trying to get a better look at them.   

“Oomf” Jimin let out, as the ground underneath him split into two, Jimin falling in between the cracks. He hissed as he landed on his wrist, knowing that it was probably fractured now, if not fully broken.   

“Fuck.” He looked upwards from where he had fallen from. There was no way he would be able to climb that distance, especially with his injured hand.   

“Yah!” He yelled, accidentally reaching for his phone with his injured wrist.  Definitely broken.  He tapped at his phone, unlocking it. Zero bars. God dammit. Yoongi technically knew where he was, but Jimin hadn’t said how long he’ll be out for. Yoongi might not even care that much, probably not expecting for Jimin to send a domestic ‘  I’m home  ’ message. He cursed, knowing that he shouldn’t have used the flashlight on his phone the whole time. 7%. It’s not like he could call anyone anyway, but having his phone on him gave him a sense of security. It would be out of battery soon though. He turned on his flashlight for the last time, scouting the area he was now locked in. Most of the walls around him were solid rock, but right in front of him was a man-made door. It was a big boulder, way too heavy for Jimin to even attempt to move. He sucked in a breath when he saw what the symbol on the door was. A pentagram. He could hear hushed whispers around him, spirits murmuring quiet spells of black magic into his ears. It’s as if they were trying to whisper for him to unlock the door, to break the enchantment sealing the tomb. It was scaring Jimin. The voices around him sounded powerful, way more powerful than what he could ever be, and he doesn’t want to find out what’s on the other side of that door. It’s locked for a reason. He walked backwards from the door until he hit the wall behind him, slumping down onto the ground underneath.   

He had been there for an hour, the voices never relenting from the chants in his ears. It was slowly driving him crazy. He hoped that Yoongi would start thinking where the other one was, but the chances of that were slim to none. 3%.  He wanted to turn off his phone to save the last percentages, but was scared it wouldn’t open back up. He would occasionally turn on the flashlight and flicker it upwards, hoping if anyone were randomly walking around the woods at 1 am, they could come to his assistance.    

Two hours had past. Jimin was thirsty. He had been walking around the woods, and now stuck in the hole without any water. He was feeling so tired, but he couldn’t sleep in case someone would walk by. He forced himself to think, think about anything, to distract him from his current state. Yoongi had been a silent support for Jimin. Never pushing himself onto the pink-haired boy, but always available if Jimin requested his company. As Jungkook spent more time with Taehyung, Jimin had a lot more free time. Especially after Minho and the others had bursted into his life, he felt like he also needed some support. Right now, he could really use for some help, but it was wishful thinking.   

Three hours had past. His phone had run out of battery half way through the hour, meaning he couldn’t use it to signal upwards anymore. He was currently slapping the empty phone against the side of his thigh, making some noise to try and drown out the whispers from the spirits. He still hadn’t moved any closer to the door, suspecting it was a tomb of some sorts, holding someone inside it. The pain in his wrist had slowly started to numb, but he knew the skin surrounding it was purple and bruising. Jimin perked up as he heard rustling of distant bushes, small cracks of broken twigs.   

“H-Hello? Is anyone there?” He didn’t want to get his hopes up, maybe it was just a wild animal. Hell, if a wild bear jumped into the hole with him, he’d at least have some entertainment. The three hours he had spent in the whole had felt like an eternity; he was slowly freezing from the dropping temperatures. He had dressed up warmly in a winter coat, but sitting idle had made his body start to freeze up. He heard a thump and looked up to someone standing in front of him.  Yoongi.    

“I was wondering where you were.” The vampire said with a slight smile. Jimin wanted to cry. Yoongi had come after all.   

“Yoongi. I don’t even know how long I’ve been stuck down here for.”   

The black-haired vampire offered Jimin a hand, the other wincing as he took it and stood up.   

“M-My wrist. I fell on it when I dropped.”   

Yoongi instantly bit into his own skin, offering Jimin his blood to heal his hand. Jimin scrunched up his nose. He wasn’t fond of the idea of drinking blood. Still, he took a hold of Yoongi’s wrist and brought it up to his mouth. The blood tasted horrible. A thick, metallic substance that stayed in his mouth even after he had swallowed. He could feel his wrist healing though, slowly being able to twist his hand without the pain. Hoping the vampire didn’t have super night vision, Jimin let out a quiet thank you, blush growing on his cheeks thinking about the continuous support from the vampire.   

“Were you worried about me?” He asked the other cheekily.   

He could faintly see the others features, the moonlight from above shining just enough light for Jimin to see Yoongi narrowing his eyes at him. Yoongi took a step forward, wrapping his hands around Jimin’s waist.   

“Wha- AH” Jimin exclaimed. Yoongi had bent his knees and jumped up, breaking the two of them out of the underground trap. With his wrist finally healed, Jimin gave the other a light slap onto his chest.   

“Yah, warn me next time.”   

Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at the boy. “Next time? Don’t expect me to come searching for you again, Jimin."  

“Wouldn’t you?” Jimin asked.  He hoped that the silence he got in return meant that Yoongi indeed would come searching for him again.  They walked back silently, Jimin so parched he wanted to lean against the vampire, but he didn’t have enough guts to ask the other. After a quiet moment, Yoongi let out a huff.   

“Alright, hop on.”   

“W-What?” Jimin asked, panicking.   

“Your breathing is sounding weird, I'll carry you. It’s not like you weight much. C’mon, stop making this awkward."   

“O- Okay.” Jimin said quietly, jumping onto Yoongi’s back so that the vampire could carry him. He was thankful the other couldn’t see his smile as he leaned his cheek onto Yoongi’s nape. The quiet walking and light bouncing of Yoongi's steps slowly lulled Jimin to sleep, peacefully falling into a deep slumber, breathing in the scent of the vampire holding him.   




Jimin knew Taehyung was in a poor state. The vampire would do nothing but sleep, and the witch knew that vampires don’t even get tired. Multiple times a day, he saw either Seokjin or Namjoon go into the younger vampire's room, blood bags in hand. What made Jimin’s heart clench was when they came out of the room with a frown and still unopened blood bags in hand. The ritual was just a day away now, and they all knew Taehyung needed his strength to get through it. It was Jimin’s turn to try.   

He softly knocked onto the vampire’s door with his free hand, a blood bag occupying the other one. He wasn’t really expecting a response, so he carefully walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He could see a lump on Taehyung’s bed, knowing it was the elder curled up into his white sheets. He padded over to the bed, sitting at the corner of the bed to make the figure curled up shift a little.   

“Hey,” Jimin whispered quietly. “I brought you something.”   

“I don’t want it, thank you.” The lump sniffled back, voice breaking slightly as he talked. Jimin frowned, the vampire sounded so defeated.   

“Turn around, Taehyung, come on.” He said, placing a hand on what he presumes was the vampire’s shoulder. Slowly, Taehyung turned around, staring at Jimin, his eyes puffy and red from the continuous crying. Jimin could see the tear streaks on the poor boy’s face. Jimin needed to be strong for him. For all for them. Taking in a deep breath, he raised his hands over Taehyung’s head and murmured a quiet spell. The platinum blonde locks the vampire was sporting were slowly turning into a deep chestnut tone. His hair was long enough for Taehyung to see from the corner of his eyes what was happening. He stared at Jimin curiously.   

“When Jungkook was mourning his mother, I did this to him too. Your hair was brown when you first met, right?” Taehyung gave a small nod. “Maybe you can feel closer to him through this. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you everything will be okay. But this is a reminder for you, Tae. You’ve gone through the pain once before. You can do it again. But I need you to drink, please. Everyone is so worried about you. What’s happening is already having everyone on edge, and you not drinking blood is making poor Seokjin go off the rails. He’s scrubbed the floors four times in the past hour.”   

With a small frown, Taehyung lifted up a shaking hand to take the blood bag from Jimin’s hands. The vampire slowly started to get more colour into his cheeks as he drank, eyes turning a slight red as he finished the bag. Jimin gave the other a soft smile and reached a hand to caress the others cheek.   

“Whatever happens, just remember that Jungkook was able to fight compulsion. Maybe not until the end, but he put up a hell of a fight. Against an original, Taehyung. It’s never heard of before. That boy loved you until the very end. But nothing beats an original, no matter how much will power you have. They are too powerful. The ritual has to happen, Taehyung. No matter how many of us there are, we can’t fight Kai. He’s too strong. Never forget though, you have all of us here. We will always be here for you, to support you, help you get through it, okay?” Jimin didn’t wait for Taehyung to answer, climbing into bed with him, holding the fragile vampire in his embrace.   

 “You have to let him die, Taehyung.” Jimin whispered. The vampire started shaking in his embrace, Jimin felt the teardrops hit his chest. “If you don’t, I don’t think Kai would hesitate to kill the rest of us. Keep your heart strong, Taehyung. We all love you.” Jimin held onto the vampire tightly, knowing there was nothing else he could say.  




Hoseok had been secretly helpful to Jimin, informing him where and when the sacrifice would take place. They needed to know what would happen, all deciding that they would be present at it. Jimin had forced Taehyung to drain another blood bag empty. The young vampire was currently cradled in his brother’s lap, Yoongi gently stroking through his brown hair. They had an hour to go before the sacrifice would begin. Namjoon and Seokjin entered the room, giving a small nod to indicate it was time to leave. Yoongi quietly whispered something into Taehyung’s ear, the two of them rising from the couch and getting ready to go.   

The walk to the part of the woods where the sacrifice would be held was grim. Namjoon and Seokjin both held onto Taehyung’s hands, while Yoongi had his arm around Jimin to give him support. Jimin didn’t want to witness his best friend's death. What made him feel a little bit better was the fact that it wasn’t his best friend anymore, it was just his body. Kai had compelled every emotion except hate out of him. At least Jungkook wouldn’t feel pain. At least he could go peacefully.   

A fire burning in the distance indicated that they weren’t far from the ritual site anymore. Faint howls of a wolf made Yoongi scoff, of course the werewolves would be there too. They silently trekked over to the site, seeing Hoseok there with Minho, a few werewolves in their shifted form and a few just as human boys. Minho gave a smile as he saw the group approach.   

“Couldn’t stay away, huh? Quite masochistic, don’t you think? Oh well, to each their own. Your mate will arrive soon.” Minho said, staring at Taehyung while speaking of Jungkook. Jimin heard a quite growl leave the vampires throat.   

Jackson arrived soon after, dragging two strangers with him. One of them was looking around frantically, eyes red as it searched for something, whereas the other one was walking peacefully by Jackson’s side.  Compelled.  Hoseok drew four circles onto the dirt below them, each perfectly aligning as a circle around the bonfire. After each ring he drew, he whispered a quiet enchantment. Jimin knew what it was. A boundary spell. Jackson placed the human inside one of the rings, locking him in place with the spell Hoseok casted. He then walked towards the opposite end, dragging the other figure with him. Jimin guessed it was a new born vampire, based on the livid red eyes and fangs protruding as it smelt blood around him. He was thrown into the other circle, being released from Jackson’s grip finally, it tried to escape, but instead smacked it’s head onto the invisible barrier surrounding the circle.    

Jimin turned his focus back to Minho, ignoring the growls and fists banging against the barrier from the new born.   

Minho smiled, looking beyond Jimin, making him turn around too. From the distance, Kai and Jungkook were making their way towards the ritual. Jimin could see Taehyung visibly tense up, so he walked over and wrapped his hand around the vampire’s waist, trying to soothe him. Jungkook walked past the group, not even sparing them a glance, eyes trained solely on the fire. Minho motioned the boy to step into one of the circles, which Jungkook complied to without hesitation.   

“Jungkook.” Taehyung let out; sadness laced in his voice. The boy gave a quick glance in their direction, as if he didn’t know which one of them had said his name. Three of the circles were now occupied.   

“Soobin.” Kai commanded, making the alpha trek over to him. Soobin turned around quickly, motioning for the two who were in wolf form to shift back to human.   

“We need a werewolf for the sacrifice. Choose.” Kai said coldly.   

“W-What?” The young boy asked, panicking.   

“Choose.” Kai growled in response. Soobin turned around to look at his pack. Taking too long to pick, Kai marched over and picked one of them at random, throwing them into the last remaining circle. The werewolf let out a pained yell, not expecting the turn of events.   

Kai walked to the centre, close to the fire, looking at the four symmetrical circles.   

“Hoseok.” He commanded. With a small nod, Hoseok let out a spell, the four circles bursting into flames. The new born and vampire both let out a gasp, whereas the compelled human and Jungkook gave no reaction, keeping their eyes trained on Kai.   

“The only one who willingly needs to sacrifice is the reborn, the spirits don’t care about the rest of you, you are merely here for the necessity of the spell.”   

“Hoseok.” Kai commanded again. Hoseok walked over to the human, releasing the fire boundary from around him. He continued with chants, Jimin knew it was the spell to begin the ritual.   

Kai walked over to where they were standing, and ripped the heart out of the human’s chest. With a thump, the body fell onto the ground.   

Hoseok never broke his chants, merely walking over to the vampire, breaking the boundary spell again. The vampire sprang off, trying to escape from the area. But Kai was faster. He caught the vampire and threw him into the flames of the big bonfire. Jimin flinched as he heard the screams from inside the fire. It was the werewolves turn. The rest of the pack were letting out low growls, but they couldn’t do anything against Kai. Hoseok broke the boundary spell, and with a swift snap, Kai broke the boy’s neck.   

Hoseok and Kai walked over to Jungkook. The boundary spell was broken but the younger didn’t move.   




“Hold the vampire.” Kai commanded. Soobin and another wolf walked over to Taehyung, who was letting out snarls, and locked his hands behind his back. “I will not have you ruin this, vampire. He is just a body now, he doesn’t remember you. It is pointless for you to try.”   

Kai walked to Minho, who presented him with a beautiful silver coated blade, red and blue gems covering the handle of the knife. He walked back to Jungkook, handing the blade over to the younger boy.   

Taehyung started moving in the two boys embrace. “Jungkook, no.” He cried. He got no reaction from the younger, his gaze still held on Kai.   

“Jungkook. Stop.” Taehyung raised his voice, trying to break away from the hold the boys had on him, but they were strong. Kai nodded, and Jungkook brought the blade up to his throat, hovering it.   

“JUNGKOOK STOP.” Taehyung was screaming, thrashing in their embrace now. Soobin called over a third werewolf to hold the vampire down.   

Jungkook turned to look at the commotion, but he held no familiarity in his eyes.   

“Are you willing to sacrifice yourself, Jungkook.”   

“Yes.” Jungkook responded, his voice unfamiliar from it’s usual warmness.   

“Go ahead then. Thank you for your sacrifice.”   

Jungkook nodded, bringing the blade up to pierce the skin of his throat.   

“JUNGKOOK.” Taehyung screamed, trying to bite at one of the werewolves throats to get away from them.   

Jungkook held the blade steady in his throat, pulling the blade across the width of it. Blood dripping down his throat, spluttering from the open gash, he fell to the ground, lifeless.   

“NO.” In a fury fuelled by his dead mate, Taehyung managed to get his arm wrapped around one of the werewolves heads, snapping it’s neck in half. He pushed the limp body away from him, tackling at the other two werewolves.   

Biting into their throats, Taehyung threw the bodies with the previous one, running over to where Jungkook was laying.   

“Baby, baby no, what did you do, no.” Taehyung cried, pulling the limp body of the younger into his chest. “Come back to me, please, my angel. I love you so much, please come back.”   

“He’s dead, Taehyung. Let him go.” Kai said, no emotion in his voice.   




Taehyung snarled, turning around to face the original. In a heartbeat, Namjoon had his arms wrapped around Taehyung, stopping him from attacking the original. Taehyung was livid, even a vampire as old as Namjoon was having trouble holding the boy. Taehyung was growling against Namjoon’s grip, snapping his jaw and biting at air, itching to sink his fangs into anything that moved.   

“YOU KILLED HIM.” Taehyung screamed at the original vampire.   

“Control yourself.” Namjoon growled to the younger. “You’ll get us all killed.”   

Letting another pained sob, Taehyung relaxed in Namjoon’s embrace. “Let me go to him, please.” He whispered. With a light kiss to the forehead, Namjoon released his hold on Taehyung, letting him fall onto the ground next to Jungkook.   

Taehyung sobbed, stroking at the younger’s red hair, partially stained from the blood pooling around him from his throat. He was quietly whispering to the boy’s body, mouth close to the youngers ear.   

“When I eventually die, I’ll find you. Hopefully in our next lives, we will meet again. We can finally be together peacefully, have the life that you’ve always deserved. I don’t care who I’ll be in my next life, I’ll never stop searching for you. I’ll never stop looking for you. This can’t be the end for us. This won’t be the end for us. I love you too much. No matter how much the universe tries, I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll never stop fighting for you. But for now, be in peace, my angel. You can finally rest. Thank you. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for giving me purpose. I’ll love you forever, until my very last breath.”   

Taehyung placed a light kiss onto the younger’s lips. His own tears stained Jungkook’s cheeks, falling off his own to drip down his mates lifeless skin.   

Jimin ran to the vampire, pulling him into a tight embrace. He rocked the boy in his lap, watching Kai finish the ritual.   

Hoseok placed Jackson, Minho and the last remaining werewolf onto the ground. He went to kneel behind him, placing his hands on the ground below him.  Summoning the spirits.  A light green mist started to rise from the ground, surrounding the three. The mist went into them. Through their mouths, ears, nose. With small choking noises, they fell onto the ground.   

Hoseok nodded to Kai. “It’s done. They will wake up in a couple of hours, as hybrids.”   

Kai gave the witch a genuine smile. “Excellent.” He then turned around, walking over to Jimin and the vampire in his arms. Jimin tightened his hold on the boy, protecting him from whatever the original was coming over for.   

“Let him go, witch. I won’t hurt him.” Jimin kept his hold on Taehyung, but Kai pulled them apart. Taehyung was too weak to defend himself, he stood there, limply, crashing into Kai’s embrace.   

“I’ve been alone for over a thousand years, Taehyung. And now you are too. Come with me. The two of us can do marvellous things together. We could  rule the world."    

“I don’t want to.” Taehyung responded quietly into Kai’s shoulder.   

“Look at me, hey.” Kai’s hold on the younger was gentle, lifting his youngers chin to hold his gaze. Kai’s eyes turned red.   

“Come with me.”   

Taehyung nodded, too weak to resist.   

“Call me when they wake up, Hoseok.” With that, Kai grabbed Taehyung’s hand, and the two of them vanished. Yoongi and Seokjin came over to where the other three were, hovering over Jungkook’s body. Yoongi wrapped his hands around Jimin’s shoulders, whispering to him.   

“It shouldn’t be long now, maybe a couple more minutes.” Jimin nodded, letting a couple tears stain Yoongi’s jacket.   

“Don’t feel guilty, please. You know why we couldn’t tell Taehyung. His reaction wouldn’t have been authentic and Kai would have suspected something.” They stood there silently, waiting for any kind of movement from the younger.   


      Jungkook’s pov    

Jungkook gasped, choking on air as he woke up. His throat was dry, his brain registering nothing but thirst. He looked up, seeing five figures hovering around him. His brain flooded with memories. He remembered everything. Being compelled by Minho, fighting it. Being compelled by Kai, not being able to resist the originals powers. He remembers Yoongi, stopping by his house and compelling him.   

Hoseok spoke up. “How is he awake?”   

Jimin sniffled, turning around to the other witch. “Yoongi compelled him. He handed him some of his own blood and told Jungkook to drink some of it every day, so when he would be sacrificed, he would have vampire blood in his system. It’s the only way we could think of that would save him. We all knew except Taehyung. We couldn’t tell him; Kai would have figured it out. It wasn’t in the plan for Kai to take him away though.”   

“Thirsty.” Jungkook croaked. He was trying to listen to what Jimin had spoken, but the only thing he could hear was the blood pumping through his best friend’s body.   

“Shit, of course, here.” Yoongi walked over to the boy on the ground, handing him a small blood bag. “Sorry, we can’t trust you with the fresh one, but this should be good enough for you to complete the transition.”   

Jungkook nodded, opening the bag and placing it to his mouth. As the blood flowed to his tongue, Jungkook groaned. He had never tasted something so ecstatic. It felt euphoric, feeling the velvety, rich liquid flow into his mouth.   

When his thirst had been quenched, Jungkook finally understood what Taehyung meant when he said new born’s are ravenous with their new found power. Jungkook sprang up, Yoongi quickly pulling Jimin behind himself, not sure how the younger would act. From behind the black-haired vampires back, Jimin spoke.   

“I’m sorry we forced you to turn, Jungkook. It was our only option.”   

“The only thing I'm worried about is where my mate is. Why isn’t Taehyung here? He wouldn’t let me turn by myself.”   

Seokjin scratched at his neck. “Jungkook-ah. He really didn’t take the whole thing well. I’ve never seen someone look more destroyed than what he was. He left with Kai.”   

Jungkook clenched his jaw, he knew his red eyes were piercing into the other vampire’s eyes. “You just let him go?” He growled.   

“The sacrifice had to happen, Kookie, we couldn’t let Kai know of our plans.” Jimin whispered.   

Jungkook nodded. He understood the others. But now that he had all of his memories back, returned to him as he became a vampire, he only had one thought in his mind.   

“I’m going to go find my mate.”  

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“B-But it you’re alive again, that means that the ritual didn’t work. T-They're not pure hybrids, they won’t even live for a week before the spirits come for revenge onto them for trying to cheat in a ritual. Kai will blame me, h-he's going to kill me.” Hoseok was stuttering, scared for him and his family’s lives. 

“Frankly, I hope he comes back here himself, so that I can kill him.” Jungkook said matter of factly, spectating his hands with his new improved vision. Even from a distance, he could see all of the lines of his fingerprints clearly. He looked down, seeing all of the individual threads on his shoelaces, the small bug crawling in the grass a couple meters away.  Fuck, this is cool.  He looked at Jimin, he could see all the pores in his skin, could count all of his individual eyelashes. Flickering his eyes into the forest behind the group, even in the dark he could see the leaves on the trees rustling hundreds of meters away. Jungkook froze, letting Yoongi grab onto his hand, he could smell it too. A deer was close by.  

“We need to talk first Jungkook, every time you smell blood, your body fools you into thinking you’re thirsty, but you’re not, okay? Try to ignore it. I know it’s hard, we need to practise it. There’s a lot you need to learn, we’re not letting you just leave to ‘go kill Kai.’ You don’t know the first thing about being a vampire.” 

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the elder vampire, twisting the others wrist away from his grasp. 

Yoongi winced. “Aish, Jungkook! You’re a new born, you’re stronger than me. You could even take on Namjoon or Seokjin right now. But you seem to have a hard time understanding,  Kai is unkillable.  And now that you’re alive, he’s going to come and wonder why the hell his ritual didn’t work. He’s been waiting for a reborn for over a century, Jungkook, I think he’s going to be beyond fucking pissed.” 

He’ll  be pissed?  I don’t think anything can compare to how pissed off I am. He made me fucking kill myself in front of Taehyung and all of you. And then he took him. I don’t care if he’s hiding Tae behind a thousand vampires, I’ll go through every single one of them if I have to. Nah, not even if I have to, I  want  to. Please don’t be mistaken by my calm exterior. I’ll kill anything that tries to come between him and I again. Taehyung doesn’t deserve this. His whole life, he’s been nothing but loving and it’s constantly been taken away from him. Not anymore. Now I can do something about it. It’s finally my turn to protect him.” 

Namjoon walked over, placing his hand on the younger’s shoulder. “We understand Jungkook, we truly do. But it’s not the time to be reckless right now, okay? I swear we’ll get Tae back; we don’t want to be without him either. We know you’re strong now, but strength means nothing if you can’t utilize it properly. A lot of vampires have over 200 years of fighting experience over you. Just because you’re stronger than them doesn’t mean that they can’t hurt you. And what happens if it’s just Kai who comes? What’s your plan against the unkillable vampire, hmm? We need to think about this rationally. We’ll get him back soon, Jungkook-ah.” 

“I know how to fig-” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Yoongi had flipped him onto the ground, placing his head into a headlock. “Jungkook, you are acting like a  fool.  You’ll end up hurting Taehyung more if he finds out you are alive, and died  again.  I’ll teach you how to fight, okay? We can start tomorrow morning. Just don’t kill me with all that super strength.” Jungkook grumbled as Yoongi loosened his hold on his throat, letting both of them stand up. 

“Fine.  We start at 5 am.” Jungkook ignored Yoongi’s look of disgust. “Hoseok, I also want to have a chat with you.” He snorted, amused by the look of horror the witch gave him. “Jimin, you too.” His best friend just rolled his eyes, not affected by his new strong vampire status. He had really missed him. Jungkook walked over, giving his soulmate a hug, careful not to wrap his hands too tightly around the elders body, he was still getting used to all of the strength. “I missed you too, Kookie.” Jimin whispered into his ear.  

“Well you guys better get out of here before Minho and his friend’s wake up. They wouldn’t hesitate telling Kai instantly. I don’t know how long you guys have; I’ve never experienced a failed ritual before. It could honestly be from a day to a week when they start feeling the spirits hounding them.” 

Jungkook nodded at the witch in acknowledgment. He then smirked at his best friend. “Jimin?” He asked, turning to face his body away from the witch. Jimin grinned, hopping on to the new born’s back. Once Jungkook had a firm hold on the elders thighs, he sped off into the woods. He knew he was running fast, but to him, everything around him was going in slow motion. He was hyperaware of all of his surroundings, being able to dodge all the bigger broken branches and rocks that were scattered on the forest ground. He grinned as he heard Jimin yell in excitement on his back.  

He knew the others weren’t far behind, but he was faster. The strength he was feeling was exhilarating. He knew he wasn’t like other new borns, confused and using their power only to satisfy their bloodlust. He felt in control of all of his abilities, it’s like he was always meant to become a vampire. 

Once they made it back to the Kim residence, Jungkook laughed at his best friend’s wind-blown hair. Jimin was just about to tackle him when the others arrived. “What?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at the others who were staring at him wide-eyed.  

“It’s just a bit unusual, Jungkook,” Seokjin said. “New borns are usually livid. You’re taking it all exceptionally well.” 

“Yah, you ought to wipe that smug smirk off your face right now, brat. I’ll bring you down a peg or two tomorrow.” Yoongi said, pushing past the younger to get inside their house. Jungkook’s grin faltered a little, knowing that Yoongi would probably kick his ass in the morning. Jimin giggled at the youngers face. “I’ll be sure to come watch your training tomorrow.” He said, quickly running after Yoongi before Jungkook could get a hold of him. 

“You’re really doing great, Jungkook.” Namjoon said, escorting his mate and Jungkook into the living room. “Yoongi’s probably the best at teaching you fighting and defence, the two of us on the other hand can teach you control.” 

Seokjin nodded. “You seem to have a very good basic self-control for some reason, but there’s still a lot you need learn about. And we need to get you contacts if you’re planning on going out in public. Your eyes will stay red for the first couple of months, until they go back to your basic eye colour. H-How are you taking all of this though?” 

Jungkook went to sit on the couch, an action that the elders mimicked. “Umm, pretty okay, I think? I mean I feel the same that I always have- mentally. But I’m so much stronger? I would be lying if I said I’m not excited about all of this. I feel like it’s finally my turn to take care of you guys. Being weak was tiring. Being under constant protection felt like a burden.” 

“It’s usually seen as a burden to turn into a vampire, Jungkook. People very rarely actually want it to happen to them.” 

“Well I guess they didn’t have a reason to turn into one, did they? I didn’t want to die.. I have all of you. I have Taehyung. I can even go visit my father now.” Jungkook said with a small smile. “I just need to get Taehyung back, and then I feel like everything’s finally okay for me.” 

The two elders smiled at him, Seokjin getting up to fetch a blood bag. He handed it over to the younger, taking Namjoon’s hand as they started to head off to their bedroom. “Take care, Jungkook-ah, we’ll see you in the morning.” 

Jungkook smiled at them before shifting his focus on to the blood bag in his hand. As he was drinking the intoxicating liquid, Jimin came out of Yoongi’s bedroom. Jungkook lifted his eyebrows at the elder, wiggling them as he saw Jimin start to blush. 

“Shut up, Kookie.” 

Jungkook laughed. “I’m glad you can finally be happy too, Jimin. Really, you deserve the whole world. I know I didn’t say it previously, but thank you. It was you who saved me, I owe you my whole life. I-I'm sorry for all the harsh things I’ve said to you, I was under compulsion, I really didn’t mean any of it, you know?” 

Jimin smiled, sitting down on the couch next to Jungkook. “I know Kookie, I never took any of it personally. We’re best friends for life, soulmates. Nothing will ever change that.” 

“I was actually wondering.. Could I test something on you?” 

Jimin raised an eyebrow at the younger. Jungkook scooted closer, inches away from the elder’s face, staring intensely into the other’s brown eyes. He placed one hand onto Jimin’s thigh, lifting his other hand to the elder’s cheek, caressing it gently before whispering. 

“Fetch me a banana milk from the fridge.” 

Jungkook started cackling as his best friend stood up mechanically, walking over to the fridge. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Jungkook. Do I really need to make myself a vervain bracelet?” 

Jungkook was drying a tear from his eye when Jimin came back, banana milk in hand. “I’m sorry Jiminie, I just needed to test how compulsion works.” 

Jimin grumbled in response. “You look freaky with bright red hair and eyes.” 

Jungkook thought for a moment. “Could you make my hair black? Especially if Kai comes back, he would recognise me immediately with red hair.” Jimin nodded, casting the spell as Jungkook sipped on his milk. 

“Well, if I need to be up at five, I’m going to bed.” Jimin said, pulling the quilt from the edge of the couch and wrapping it around himself, laying his head on Jungkook’s thighs. 

“Right here?” 

Jimin nodded, making Jungkook smile as he started threading his fingers through his best friend’s pink hair. He felt so happy, happy to be free of all of the compulsions, finally being able to make his own decisions again. And he knew exactly what that decision was. Hoseok must know where Kai went, hence where his mate was. Taehyung was his first priority, from now until forever. After his training with Yoongi tomorrow, Jungkook decided he’d have a talk with Hoseok. He slowly felt himself doze off, hand still in the hair of the snoring boy sleeping on his thigh. 



Jimin was grumbling, coffee cup in hand, a dark blue hoodie pulled over his head and eyes still puffy from sleep as he followed Jungkook and Yoongi in the forest. Jungkook didn’t have any spare clothes, and he didn’t appreciate Yoongi telling him how he smelt of death, so he had picked out black sweatpants and a grey hoodie from Taehyung’s closet. They smelt like him. It just made Jungkook more determined. 

“Quit whining Chim, you didn’t need to join us.” Jungkook said, looking back and glaring at the witch walking behind them at a sluggish speed. 

“You think I’d miss out seeing my best friend getting his ass handed to him?” 

Jungkook scoffed. “Don’t be so sure of that.” 

Yoongi looked at Jungkook, boredom reflecting in his eyes. “Your reflexes yesterday were atrocious. I can already tell how you would try to attack me right now, you’re way too predictable.” 

Jungkook lunged at Yoongi, but the elder had already ducked out of the way. “Told you.” He said, pursing his lips as he continued walking. As they found a nice opening with space, Jimin went to sit by a tree stump, watching the two vampires prepare their training. 

“Jungkook, the first thing you need to know is to never, I mean  never,  let a vampire wrap its hand around your throat into a headlock. It’s the most vulnerable position, they can snap your neck in a mere second, no matter how strong you might be, you won’t have time to get out of their grasp. So the first thing you need to learn is how to defend.” 

Yoongi was a couple meters away from Jungkook, walking in a circle around the new born. He stopped directly in front of Jungkook, staring at him for a moment before attacking. Jungkook wasn’t quick enough, and he was thrown onto the ground by the elder vampire. 

“Again.” Yoongi said, offering Jungkook a hand to get up. Jungkook got up with a huff, dusting off the dirt from the sweatpants. Yoongi had blinked behind him, Jungkook whipping his head around to keep his eyes on the other vampire. This time, Jungkook noticed when the other was about to pounce, able to bring a hand up to his chest to block the hit, but Yoongi still managed to throw him to the ground. 

“You’re thinking too much, Jungkook. Trust your instincts more. You’re acting like you’re the weaker one. Loosen up, remember how strong you are. Focus on me. Notice when my legs tense up when I’m about to jump at you. Hear the small breath I let out before I move. Don’t  think  about how I might move,  feel  it,  sense  it.” 

Jungkook nodded, waiting for the others next attack. He saw it. Yoongi’s eyes quickly flickering towards his throat. His finger slightly twitching. He was going for a headlock. When Yoongi pounced, Jungkook brought both hands up as fists in front of his throat, so when Yoongi reached around, he was able to push the other’s hand off. 

“Good.” Yoongi said, nodding to the younger. “Again.” 

Yoongi had been lunging at Jungkook for nearly an hour, Jungkook being able to defend against most of the attacks, Yoongi teaching him new techniques every time Jungkook failed. Frustrated at not being able to block off all attacks, Jungkook got up and punched at a tree at the edge of the opening. The tree cracked in two, falling into the opposite direction of which Jungkook had punched at. Yoongi lifted his eyebrows at the younger, Jimin letting out a small gasp. 

“See, if only you could learn how to do that to a vampire.” Yoongi said with a smug smile. 

Jungkook growled, lunging at the elder vampire. Yoongi took a swift sidestep, coming from behind the younger and placing him in a headlock. He threw Jungkook onto the ground. 


Jungkook let his fangs protrude, he wanted to teach the arrogant vampire a lesson. He attacked straight at Yoongi’s throat, but the elder had predicted it, clasping Jungkook’s hands between his and flipping him over onto the ground. 

“Your leg movements are too obvious. You always shift your left leg before you lunge, I can tell precisely when and how you’re attacking. Make yourself less obvious. Don’t try going straight for the throat, it’s too predictable. Weak vampires go for the throat, it’s the only way they can win the fight. You don’t need that. You’re strong, Jungkook. You broke a damn tree with a light punch, goddammit. If you get yourself into a bad situation, you might even have five vampires around you. All of them can predict you going for their throats, so how would you win a fight like that? Go for places they wouldn’t expect, their legs, waist maybe. Like Namjoon said, you need to utilize your strength, you’re currently the strongest you’ll ever be. You’ll be a great fighter once you learn how to focus your actions.” 

Jungkook nodded, his turn circling around the elder. Remembering what Yoongi said, he kept his left leg in check before attacking. He put all of his force pushing into the elder, tackling him and placing his hands around his waist as the two of them skidded on the ground against the dirt. 

“Fuck,”  Yoongi  winced. “Good job. If you wanted to, you could snap my hip bones in half right now.  Please don’t.”  

Jungkook chuckled, lifting himself from the ground, helping Yoongi up too. Jimin was proudly clapping from the distance, a huge smile plastered on his face. They had been practicing for five hours before Jimin decided it was time to call it off for the day. Jungkook had improved tremendously, Yoongi was a great teacher, constantly pointing out Jungkook’s strengths and weaknesses. Yoongi kept giving the younger advice as they were walking back, it was the most talkative Jungkook had ever seen the elder be. 

“You’re very fast, Jungkook. Even with Jimin on your back you were able to outrun us with tremendous speed. That’s not even a new born trait, it’s something that you possess. Taehyung’s pretty fast, but I don’t think even he would be able to keep up with you.” 

Jungkook gave a small smile hearing his mates name. Hopefully Hoseok might have some information for him, so that he could find Taehyung.  

“I know what you’re thinking, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi sighed. “That would be a suicide mission, whatever you’re planning. Whatever it is, I’m coming with you, okay? He’s my brother. I’m not letting you get hurt, and I want him back too.” 

Jimin walked up, pushing into the middle of the two of them, wrapping his hands around the two vampire’s shoulders. “You boys wouldn’t last a minute without me. Whatever it is, I’m in.” 

“YAH,” The witch yelled as both vampires started to protest. “Quiet, before I seal your lips with a spell.” 

Both grumbled, feeling like children being schooled by their parent.





Hoseok agreed to meet Jungkook by the area where he and Yoongi had been training, later that day. He couldn’t go to any public places with his red eyes, Seokjin hadn’t gone pick up the brown contacts yet. Jungkook wore Taehyung’s clothes again. Sure, he could’ve gone home and picked up some of his own, but he preferred the elder’s clothes. They were comforting to him. He was wearing one of Taehyung’s big baby blue sweaters, fitting snuggly across his muscular shoulders. He added one of Taehyung’s dangly earrings as an accessory, smiling at the golden rings he wore on his fingers ever since they had gotten back from the ritual. Taehyung’s fingers were slimmer than Jungkook’s, so the rings were now stuck on his fingers, even if he’d want to take them off, he couldn’t. Oh well, guess he’ll have to wear them for an eternity now. 

As he trekked around the forest, he still couldn’t believe that he was a vampire. He had always thought about potentially becoming one, it had never been an idea that he was opposed to. He hadn’t expected it to happen so soon, but better now than, well, never. It felt different than what he thought it would be. The craving for blood was the only reason Jungkook had previously been hesitant to even think of turning. From what he knew of vampires, they did nothing but satiate their lust from blood, killing ruthlessly. That wasn’t Jungkook, he didn’t need any of that. Blood was nearly the last thing on his mind in his current situation. 

The sun had nearly set as he sat on tree stump Jimin had previously sat on, while he had watched the two vampires spar. Jungkook sat with his hands on his thighs, fingers entwined with each other as he waited for Hoseok to arrive. His ears perked up when he heard small cracks of twigs and footsteps. He turned around to face the sound and smiled, Hoseok was hundreds of meters away and he could hear him so clearly already. Hoseok walked over wearily, looking scared of the vampire. Jungkook couldn’t blame him, his raven-black hair and red eyes probably seemed quite intimidating. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, Hobi.” He said with a smile. 

Hoseok gave a small nod. “You’d have every right to though, Jungkook. I’m not really sure why you want to talk to me, but I’m pretty sure it’s not to thank me for anything. I’ve made your life living hell, helping someone ruin your life.” 

The two of them started slowly walking in the forest. “I forgive you, Hoseok. I know you had your reasons why you had to do it, and I’ll never forget what you’ve done, but I forgive you.” 

“That’s more than enough for me, Kook. I'll try my best to make it up to you in any shape or form, I hope you know that. I still regard you as my friend, a very close one, even after everything I’ve done.” 

Jungkook stopped, placing his hand on Hoseok’s shoulder. “I do need your help actually, right now. I know you know where Kai is.” 

Hoseok frowned. “I know where he is, what are you planning?” 

Jungkook pursed his lips. “I’m sure your aware that he has Taehyung. I’m going to go get him.” 

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “Kook, Kai’s currently in Seoul. There’s no way you’d be able to reach him. He has so many vampires, werewolves and witches around him. Even if by some miracle you’d get past all of them, you’d still have to face Kai, and you know that’s impossible.” 

“Where in Seoul is he?” 

“Kook.. He literally lives like the mafia. His whole apartment complex is crawling with supernatural beings, all under his control.” 

Hoseok ,”  Jungkook growled. “Where is he?” 

Hoseok sighed. “Gangnam. When I talked to Kai, it seems like Taehyung stays at his apartment. Seems like your boy had locked himself in a room, only opening it for occasional food.” 

Jungkook frowned. He needed to go get his baby as fast as possible. “C-Could I somehow send him as message?” 

Hoseok showed a look of surprise. “I mean yeah, technically, if you have something that belongs to him? It’s risky though, what if Kai or someone else is in the room with him when the message appears? Or if he doesn’t notice it and someone else does. They’ll know you’re alive then, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook shook his head. “It’s worth the risk, I can’t handle having Taehyung sad, mourning me when I'm right here. I came prepared.” Jungkook smiled sheepishly, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. “Could you- yeah-” Jungkook twisted Hoseok around so that he could use his back as support to write on. 

     I’m okay. Coming for you. -JK  

Hoseok turned around, smiling. “Short and simple, good. I need something of his to channel it to the correct person." Jungkook pulled out the dangling earring he had taken from Taehyung. Hoseok nodded, placing his hand in front of Jungkook so that he could drop the accessory into his palm. Hoseok crouched down, placing the paper on the ground, the earring on top of it, and whispered an incantation, making the paper vanish from underneath the earring. A fleeting thought crossed Jungkook’s mind.  What if  Hoseok  purposely sent it to Kai instead?  He was pretty sure Hoseok wouldn’t do something like that, but based on their history, was it that farfetched? Now that he was a vampire, he could easily compel Hoseok to tell the truth or who he sent it to, but would that be abusing his powers too much? He decided to put his faith into the witch, believing that he was still his friend, and wouldn’t betray him a second time. 

“Thank you, Hobi. I really appreciate it.” 

Hoseok gave the younger a small bow. “I told you, in any way possible, I’ll try to help. I’m sorry you won’t receive a response though. It’s quite one-sided, I don’t think Taehyung can go ask a witch to deliver a message back to the boy whose supposed to be dead.” Hoseok gave a small chuckle. His laughter soon stopped and he looked over to the younger with concerned eyes. “Really though, Kook. You can’t just storm in and grab Taehyung and go. You have no idea how long Kai has been waiting for hybrids. He’ll be absolutely furious.” 

“How are they, by the way? The hybrids.” 

Hoseok frowned. “They aren’t suspecting anything yet. They’re currently living as both vampire and werewolf, but it won’t last long. Powerful sons of bitches though. I wish I would’ve never gotten dragged into this thing.” 

Jungkook heard a crack of a twig in the distance. His eyes widened. “H-Hoseok.” 

The witch sensed Jungkook’s panic, looking around to try to see what the other one had heard. 

“AH” Jungkook yelled, as a large wolf charged at him and bit into his shoulder, dragging him into the opening of the forest. Jungkook was able to land a punch into the wolf’s jaw, making it let out a small whine in pain. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook hissed, one of his shoulders injured he wouldn’t be able to use that hand in a fight. He saw another werewolf walking from the darkness of the woods into the opening, escorting Hoseok next to him. The wolf walked next to the other one, both now circling around Jungkook. Yoongi hadn’t even thought about teaching Jungkook to fight werewolves, and now there was two against him. 

“Yeah? You fucking cowards, there’s two of you and I’m injured, what are you waiting for?” Jungkook yelled at the wolves. The bigger, black-furred wolf growled, bearing its teeth, saliva drooling onto the ground. Jungkook smirked. Minho and Jackson. He might not know much about fighting wolves, but these vampires had made his life hell, and damn if he wasn’t going to return the favour.  Stop acting like you’re the weaker one. Once you realize your strength, you’re a great fighter.  

He charged at the smaller, brown wolf, tackling it to the ground. He managed to get his arms wrapped around the wolf’s chest, squeezing it, satisfied as he heard the crack of bones. Flinging the injured wolf to the ground, he shifted his attention to the bigger one.  Minho.  

“You think you can fuck with me? With my mate? My family? Not anymore, Minho. Now that we’re equal, well now it’s fair, isn’t it? The thing is though, even as a human I was able to resist you. Think about what I’m about to do to you now that I’m a vampire. Scared?” Jungkook grinned at the wolf. Minho growled, pacing back and forth. Jungkook cocked his head to the side playfully, waiting for the wolf to make the first move. He wasn’t scared. Not anymore. He was done being weak. 

He saw Minho slightly lean back, slowly preparing to attack.  You’re fast, Jungkook.  Jungkook flashed behind the wolf, making it do a double-take on where the vampire disappeared to. 

“You know Minho, you ruined my mate’s sweater. I  really  liked this one.”  

 And there it was, the wolf’s eyes flickering to Jungkook’s throat, one of its hind legs tensing up for a pounce. The wolf attacked, and Jungkook knew how to react. He slightly crouched down, making the wolf’s jaw miss his throat, and got his hand wrapped around the mutts neck. He landed an elbow onto the wolf’s face, making it cry out in pain as Jungkook broke its long nose bone. He didn’t want to kill them, he knew the spirits would do it for him. He threw the wolf next to the other injured one on the ground and sped off to Hoseok. 

“I swear to  fucking  god Hoseok. If you called them over, I’ll kill you this minute. I don’t care if you’re my friend, you don’t betray me twice.” Jungkook growled. 

“I- I had no idea, I s-swear Jungkook.” Hoseok was panicking, shaking his hands in front of him to try to prove his innocence. 

Jungkook clenched his jaw. He really wanted to compel the witch, make sure that he wasn’t lying, but he knew how it felt when things were forced against your will, and he wouldn’t wish to do it against anyone. “Can you make them, like, sleep? Or something? So they won’t run off to Kai this minute, I need more time.” 

“Y-Yeah, I can do that. Thank you, Kook, for trusting me.” 

Jungkook gave a curt nod to the witch before speeding off back to the apartment. 




His shoulder had fully healed by the time he made it back outside the apartment. The shirt though, ruined. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, knowing that Taehyung’s shirt was ripped. Frustrated, he took it out on one of the decorative trees outside the door, snapping the thin trunk in half, oops. Was this what Namjoon and Seokjin were talking about when telling him he needs to learn about control? 

He walked inside the apartment, taking the elevator to the penthouse. Walking inside, his mood was instantly brightened when he saw Jimin giggling to something Yoongi was talking about, the two of them perched on the kitchen counter. He gave Jimin a suggestive wink while Yoongi was looking away, making the witch blush. Jungkook went to lean against the counter, placing his chin on top of his hands, staring at the two. 

“What’s going on over here, guys?” He asked the two with a huge grin. 

Yoongi scoffed. “Okay, tone it down newbie. I think we’re more interested about what happened to your shirt.” 

“Ah.” Jungkook nodded. “Minho and Jackson gave a surprise visit.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “And you came out of it nearly unharmed?” 

Jungkook nodded proudly, a smug grin on his face. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the youngers antics while Jimin giggled at the two. 

“I got a message sent to Taehyung, at least hopefully it went to him and no one else found it. Told him to be expecting us soon. They’re in Seoul.” Jungkook said casually, walking over to get himself a blood bag. It was nearly scary how normal he already felt being a vampire.  

“I mean, I can put all of the protection spells up again, if you’d want them?” 

Yoongi shook his head. “They’re too tiring on you, Jimin-ah. It's too tiring for one witch to hold protections on multiple vampires.” 

Jimin frowned, but nodded. “Remember when you came to get me from the hole?” Yoongi nodded, while Jimin ignored Jungkook’s amused face. “It was some kind of tomb, I think? The spirits around me were trying to get me to open it. It requires black magic to open though.. But I can’t stop thinking about what might be on the other side. What would be so important that hundreds of witches are whispering for me to open it?” 

“I wish I could tell you Jimin, but those sacred grounds have been there way before I was even a vampire. Must be something important though. Let’s figure out how to get Taehyung first, then figure out the tomb situation?” Both boys nodded in response to the suggestion. 

“Kai wouldn’t be expecting us, you know? So we really would have the element of surprise, and hopefully Taehyung got my note, so he could be waiting for us.” Jungkook said expectantly. 

“Honestly Jungkook, I don’t know if you’re experienced enough in fighting. It’ll be hard for me to watch over both you and Jimin while fighting myself." 

Jimin pouted. “I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” 

Yoongi smiled at the other fondly. “I know you can, but I want to take care of you too.” 

Jungkook bit his lip, trying to hold in his smile while watching the two. 

“I’ll be fine, Yoongs. I took on two hybrids today by myself. I don’t know what we’ll do against Kai, but let’s think about that when we get there?” 

Yoongi sighed. “This is honestly the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard of, but fine. Whatever.” 

Jungkook smiled at Yoongi brightly. One step closer to Taehyung. 

“Jiminie, could I send him another message? Hopefully he’s the one getting them, but we could tell him exactly when we’re arriving.” 

Jimin grinned. Jungkook ran to Taehyung’s room to get some more paper, but the two pieces kept sticking to each other. Gasping, he came up with an idea to get Taehyung safely without Kai. Squealing, he ran back to the two who were taken aback by the younger’s attitude. Jimin burst out laughing. “Did you just squeal, Kookie?” 

Jungkook glared at the elder. “I miss him, okay?” 

Jimin gave one last laugh before addressing the papers. “Why two?” 

“One for Taehyung, one for Taehyung to place so Kai sees it. Our whole plan is now based on the hope that he’s actually receiving these, so let’s hope for the best.” 

Yoongi nodded. “So we distract him with one, and fetch Taehyung meanwhile? I mean it’s a better idea than our previous one of just barging in, hopefully it might work.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized. “T-There were three hybrids, right?” Jimin nodded cautiously. “He’s probably wondering why Minho and Jackson haven’t come back yet? Hoseok put the wolves into like a prolonged sleep thingy, so they’ll be knocked out for quite a while. We need to move fast, before the hybrid realizes something’s wrong and alerts Kai.” 

Yoongi brought a hand up to his temple. “We need to leave tonight, don’t we?” Jungkook nodded. “Go home and fetch one of those bucket hats of yours, we’re going by train so you need to be careful not to show anyone your eyes. Honestly, I have no idea what else we might need for the the trip. It’s even riskier now, we’ll be there after midnight, who knows if Kai’s still up to read some stupid note?” 

“It’s the only chance we have.” Jungkook said, quickly scribbling the two notes to Taehyung, giving them to Jimin so that he could send them off. He then left, going to his house to collect some clothes before they leave to go get his mate. 


Tae, we’ll be there around 1 tonight, be ready. I’ve missed you so much. Love you always. -Kook-ah  


Taehyung, I am still alive. I’ll meet you at  Hangang  bridge at 1am tonight. -Jungkook.  


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Jimin ,” Yoongi said with pursed lips to the witch “Stop glaring at me.” 

“You’re being abusive.” 

Yoongi scoffed. “Are you actually complaining that I just got us free train tickets?” 

“Yes, you’re abusing the system.” Jimin folded his hands against his chest, leaning his back against the blue chair of the train.  

“I’m abusing the system? Right, well I guess I won’t be getting you those expensive tickets to that band you like so much for free.” 

Jimin sprang up from his chair. “No way. You were planning on getting me those? Oh my gosh, I’ve been waiting YEARS for them to finally come to Korea, thank you so much, Yoongi, oh my god.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at the pink-haired boy next to him in disbelief. “Excuse me? A minute ago, you were ready to tear me apart, and now it’s all okay? I think not.” 

Jimin pouted at the vampire. “Okay fine, I’m sorry. Compulsion for free things is fine, otherwise no, okay?” 

“I’m still not getting you those tickets.” 

Jungkook zoned out of the bickering couple’s conversation as Jimin started a new string of complaints to the black-haired vampire. They had two more hours in the train until they would be in Seoul. It was two hours too long for Jungkook. His mind was racing endlessly. Did Taehyung receive the notes? Was he waiting for him? What about Kai, would he take the bait? Did Taehyung even understand to give the other note to Kai? The whole plan they had was so risky, but Jungkook couldn’t have waited a minute longer. Not when it came to Taehyung. His poor Taehyung. Found love and twice it’s been ripped away, right in front of him. He didn’t know how Taehyung did it, stayed so strong. He hoped he was okay. Taehyung was with Kai after all, that vampire didn’t have one kind bone in his body. The polar opposite of Taehyung. 

After becoming a vampire, Jungkook remembered everything. From his past life and his current one. He remembered everything about Taehyung. Every laugh, every tear, every touch. All of their arguments, all of their fits of laughter, all imprinted into Jungkook’s brain. Tattooed into his mind, every time he closed his eyes, he could see him. He could feel him. And he could feel himself. How he felt before he had met the elder, and how much he had changed Jungkook’s life. After meeting Taehyung, no more did he have the feeling of being empty. He had found something that fulfilled him. Finally complete, two souls entwined for eternity, overcoming every obstacle, withstanding the pain they’ve been put through. Soon he could feel the elders hands wrapped around him again. He was longing for it. It felt like a life time since he had last felt Taehyung’s touch. He was willing to do anything to get him back. For him to know that Jungkook was okay. That they were okay again. No longer did they need to live in pain. No longer was Jungkook weak, vulnerable. It was their third time finding each other, and this time it was going to last, forever. Jungkook would make sure of it. It’s what Taehyung deserved. It’s what they deserved. 

Jimin had fallen asleep on Yoongi’s shoulder, Jungkook sitting opposite them. The two vampires were having a silent conversation with their eyes. They didn’t need to talk to know exactly what the other one was thinking. Jimin and Taehyung. They come first, always. Going into Kai’s lair would be risky. Jungkook didn’t know the extent of Jimin’s powers, but he knew that the witch would get exhausted easily. Yoongi was the only one of them who was an experienced fighter. Jungkook was strong, with a fluke beating the two hybrids. Otherwise, he was useless when it came to combat. But it was Taehyung they were going for. It made Jungkook forget about all of his insecurities, possible weaknesses. Everything would fall on Yoongi’s shoulders, though. As the eldest and most experienced, he had to take care of the other two. Jungkook would try his best to keep an eye on Jimin, whatever happens. Yoongi gave a small smile to Jungkook on their silent agreement, resting his head against Jimin’s. 



Jungkook stumbled out of the train once it finally reached Seoul, Jimin and Yoongi right behind him. Hoseok had given them the address of Kai’s lair, hoping that Taehyung would be there.  A gust of familiarity flowed through Jungkook as they started walking through the streets of Seoul. The last time he had been here was with his mother, and right after she had passed away. He smiled fondly at the memory of her. He missed her. He’ll visit her again when they get back to Busan. Currently though, he was only focused on the quickest route to get to Taehyung. 

Jimin walked up to Jungkook, looping his arm around the younger’s. “Are you excited, Kookie?” 

“Jiminie, what if Kai did something to him? What if he’s been compelled too?” 

Jimin gave out a small sigh. “Let’s just hope for the best, okay?” 

Jungkook looked at his best friend with sadness in his eyes, voice small. “Can we ever be happy?” 

Jimin frowned, stopping Jungkook from walking, pulling him into a tight hug. “The two of you have gone through so much, Kookie. Both of your hearts are so strong- they beat as one. I promise the two of you will be able to be happy, okay? I’ll do everything in my power to make sure of it.” Jungkook nodded into Jimin’s hair, glad to be surrounded by such amazing people. How did he get so lucky? 

Yoongi gave a light pat onto the younger vampire’s shoulder. “C’mon kid, let’s go get Tae back, hm?” 

Jungkook smiled at the elder, tears brimming on his eyelashes as he nodded. He stood in the middle of them, looping his hands around the vampire and witch as they started walking again, headed toward Gangnam. 



“Are you sure this is it?” Jungkook asked hesitantly. It was currently five minutes past 1am, hopefully Kai would be by Hangang Bridge by now. They were standing outside of the gated apartment complex, Gangnam’s finest.  

“Yes, Hoseok’s been here before. Kai of course has to live in the penthouse apartment, all of the lower floors apparently crawling with his minions.” 

Yoongi let out a frustrated huff. “I know we have to do this, but we can’t just barge in. Who knows how many beings there are in there?” 

Jungkook looked at the apartment building. It was at least 30 floors tall. As it was night, most of the lights shining through the windows were off, but enough were on for the trio to know that a lot of the beings in the building were still awake. Too many for them to fight through.

“So what’s our plan then?” Jungkook asked, fidgeting with Taehyung’s rings on his fingers. 

“Honestly, the two of you better fucking love me forever. I told you, you guys wouldn’t last a minute without me.” Jimin said, glaring at the two vampires. “When Jungkook had been compelled, I sneaked a Grimoire from my grandmother. I was trying to see if I could find an anti-compulsion spell, or anything that could use to save Jungkook. Unfortunately, there was no magic that can cancel compulsion, but I found a few other spells that could be useful. A cloaking spell. As long as I keep chanting, I can cloak several people to make it seem like the location we’re walking at is empty. No one should notice us. As soon as possible though, we need to stop. Cloaking more than one person is awfully draining.” 

“Are you sure, Jimin?” Jungkook asked with concern. He didn’t want to have Jimin in a weak state. What if he would collapse again? 

Jimin nodded determinedly. “Let’s get Tae.” 

Jimin jumped onto Yoongi’s back, the vampire making sure he was secure before climbing over the fence into the apartment complex. Jungkook followed suit with ease. Most of the being’s that lived here were supernatural, why do they even have gates? 

“I’m serious guys. A spell like this usually requires two witches. Let’s get up there as fast as possible.” 

The vampires glanced at Jimin worriedly before nodding. Jimin grabbed onto both of their hands as they approached the door. “I need to close my eyes to focus. Don’t let me hit anything, it will break the spell. Once we reach Kai’s apartment, tap my shoulder so I know to stop." He took in a deep breath. “Okay.” 

Walking up the stairs to the main door of the building, Jimin started his spell. 

Keschede   sede   ni   canun   keschede   senu   ni ...  

They walked into the building. The automatic lights didn’t turn on, they knew Jimin’s spell must be working. Yoongi was walking first, holding on to Jimin’s hand who was right behind him. Jungkook was at the back of the line, right behind Jimin, hand also entwined with the elder’s to link the spell. 

Jungkook sucked in a breath. They walked up the stairs to the first floor. To get to the second staircase, they would have to walk through the whole hallway. No one was outside, loitering in the hallway, and the group passed with ease without the lights flickering on. 

By the twentieth floor, Jimin’s voice started to sound heavier. His breathing deepened, Jungkook could feel his hand start to slightly shake. As they reached the top of the stairs on the 23rd floor, Yoongi halted to a stop. Jungkook peered around to see what was happening. There were people standing in the hallway. They were the first people they had encountered since entering the building. Jungkook gulped. Everyone around Kai must be powerful. Jimin had only been aware of his powers for two years. Jungkook didn’t even know if Jimin was a ‘strong’ witch. Was he powerful enough to keep up the spell? 

Jimin’s quivering hand made Yoongi continue moving.  Don’t let them touch.  They were standing on the opposite sides of the walls, three of them sitting on the ground with their legs sprawled out on the floor. Jimin would trip. Jungkook started panicking. Jimin had said to tap his shoulder. If Jungkook lifted him over the people, would Jimin take that as to stop the spell? Yoongi turned around and nodded at Jungkook. They had to try. As they approached the group, Jungkook slid his arm around the  witches  stomach, keeping their other hand still entwined. His breath was shaking from nervousness as he lifted Jimin up.    

... excede   canun   infenun  da  ba   nunc  ca nun,  senon   canu   ni .  

He let out a breath of relief. Jimin had continued the spell. He carefully hopped over the limbs on the ground, Jimin tightly held in his embrace. As Jungkook removed his hand from Jimin’s waist, he saw blood stains on his white sweater. Jimin was bleeding from his nose.  The spell is wearing him out.  They needed to hurry. But Jungkook couldn’t signal to Yoongi to move faster, he couldn’t make a sound. Thankfully, Yoongi turned around after they reached the stairs on the next floor, eyes widening in horror as he saw the state the witch was in. He started moving twice as fast, Jungkook carrying Jimin up all of the stairs so they could get up quicker. He saw the small trail of blood that started following them. Would the cloaking spell block it? 

Once they reached the penthouse on the 30th floor, Jungkook quickly tapped on the witch's shoulder, letting Jimin break the spell. Jimin collapsed, Yoongi surging forward to get a hold of the boy before he fell on the floor. Vampire blood wouldn’t help. Jimin was spiritually drained, no outside wounds on his body that could be healed. Jungkook let Yoongi hold on to the pink-haired boy on the ground, while he looked at the floor they were on. There was just a single black, sleek door at the end of the corridor. Yoongi lifted Jimin into his arms, the three of them heading towards the door. Jungkook had secretly been hoping that Jimin might know a lock-picking spell, but that was no use now. 

With a small nod to Yoongi, Jungkook took a hold of the handle on the door with force, and twisted it open. 

The apartment was dark. Jungkook quickly walked in, Yoongi still carrying Jimin not far behind. As a vampire, Jungkook could see better in the dark, easily distinguishing the layout of the apartment. It was huge, rooms scattered in all directions. His apartment seemed to be the whole floor. Plush white fur carpets covered the marble floor in the living room, surrounded by black leather couches. The walls around him were white, Jungkook could recognise some of the most expensive artwork covering the walls, a marble statue of a devil with wings used as a center piece as you walk inside.  

“Where are they?” Jungkook whispered to the other black-haired vampire. Not waiting for a response, he ran to the first room he saw, flinging the door open. An empty bedroom. Running to the next one, he pushed it open. Another lounge room. Third room. Empty bedroom. Door after door, Jungkook pushed open, his hope faltering with each deserted room. He reached the last room. Desperate, he flung it open. Defeat plummeted him. Empty. Another bedroom. As he turned around, he recognised Taehyung’s sweater on the bed.  But where was he?  He ran to the sweater, pulling it into his embrace. His bottom lip started to quiver as he inhaled the scent of the clothing.  Taehyung.  He missed him so much. Jungkook ran back to the two boys waiting by the door, a tear falling from his eye. 

“W-Where is he?” He asked so quietly, a human wouldn’t have heard him. Jimin was stirring in Yoongi’s embrace, slowly waking up from his exhaustion. Jungkook saw other movement. A feeling of petrification took over him. 


Kai.  He was standing at the end of the hallway, enraged expression on his face. Before Jungkook could slam the apartment door closed to give them some time, Kai had flown through it. 

“You’re supposed to be DEAD.” Kai was standing by the opposite wall, chest heaving with rage. His fangs were out, eyes red with fury. “I didn’t want to believe it when I got handed that note. It couldn’t have been you. No one plays me, Jungkook.” Kai was slowly inching closer. Jungkook wanted to cry. He had gone on a suicide mission, dragging Yoongi and Jimin to their death too. Kai was going to kill them. 

“I-I just need to know, is he okay?” 

Kai narrowed his eyes at the younger. “You’re too late, Jungkook. He couldn’t handle the pain a second time. It’s over for you.” 

No.  He wouldn’t believe it. He couldn’t. 

“You’re lying. Taehyung’s strong.” Jungkook said to the elder, wanting to fall to the ground in despair. 

“Even the strongest ones have their weak spots, Jungkook. His one was hit too many times.” 

Jimin was awake, slowly getting out of Yoongi’s embrace to walk over to Jungkook and take his hand. 

“I’m going to keep you, Jungkook. I don’t need the weak witch and useless vampire, you can say your goodbyes now. You though. You have just given me another century of misery, and I will do exactly that back to you. You'll live knowing that it was you who killed your mate.” 

“He's not dead.” Jungkook snarled. Taehyung couldn’t be dead. His sadness was starting to turn to fury. He wasn’t too late. It wasn’t possible. 

“You’re right. He’s not dead yet. But you won’t make it to him in time. I’ll kill your friends and keep you here while your mate also decides that he’s had enough of pain. This time you’ll be stripped of your humanity, and it actually happens. No compulsion. You must have been feeling so powerful.” Kai sneered. “but you’re  weak.  Weak, just like Taehyung.” 

Jungkook charged at Kai, able to slam the original into the wall behind them. He landed a punch into Kai’s cheek. “How  dare  you speak of him like that.” Jungkook yelled. He had never been more furious. Taehyung was everything to him. He was so strong. 

Jungkook kept punching at Kai’s face, creating a dent in the wall as Kai’s head kept slamming in to it. Growling, Kai pushed Jungkook off him, with such a force that Jungkook skidded on the floor, back hitting forcefully into the marble statue.  

“How fucking dare you touch me.” Kai said, voice laced with venom. “I know where Taehyung is. I know you care more about him than you do your own life. Change of plans. He means the most to you, don’t even try to deny it, I know it’s true. I’ll take you to him.” 

Kai paused his steps once he reached Jungkook on the ground. “I’ll kill you in front of him, again. Let him feel the pain. I’ll have you become reborn. And then I’ll do it to him again. Kill you. And I promise you, I’ll keep this cycle for an eternity, not letting him out of it. The one he loves constantly taken away from him. How is that? Never being able to be together, him always the one feeling the pain.” 

Jungkook scrambled up from the ground.  

He ran at Kai again, the original grabbing a hold of him and slamming him against the ground, a hand wrapped around the younger’s throat. 

Through his struggled breathing, he could hear Jimin yelling behind him. 

“You’re not strong enough to beat me, Jungkook.” Kai spat at his face. 

“But I am.” A voice behind him growled. 

Jungkook turned to look at Jimin, eyesight turning blurry. The witch was walking towards them, the skin around his nose still bloody, but determination in his eyes. 

Jungkook startled as the lights around them started flickering, the energy making the bulbs burst. He felt Kai’s hand tense around his throat. The doors to the balcony smacked open, the glass breaking from the force. 

“Who are you channelling, witch? You can’t beat me alone.” He hissed at the boy. 

Jimin let out a yell as he lifted his hands, throwing Kai off Jungkook with an invisible gust of energy. Kai flew into the marble statue, breaking the sculpture in half. “Even with Hoseok’s help, I can’t hold him for long. Go, find him, Jungkook.” 

With one last glance at Jimin, Jungkook ran out. Where was Taehyung? He had no idea where the vampire might be. He didn’t have long. Kai was strong. Even if Jimin was channelling Hoseok’s powers, he didn’t know how long he had.  

Where was he? 

For a second, Jungkook froze. His life was supposed to end in Seoul, in the car with his mother. Would Taehyung be there? End his life where Jungkook’s one was supposed to?  It  was his turn to save him.  

It might be a long shot, but it was the only place he could think of where the elder could be. Speeding off, Jungkook headed to the bridge. He was fast. He would be there in minutes. Would he be fast enough? Speeding through the dimly lit streets, Jungkook reached the edge of the bridge. The fog that had risen from the river was making it hard for Jungkook to see far. He started running across the bridge, looking for any sign of movement. 

He saw him. 

Standing by the edge of the railing, Jungkook saw Taehyung leaning over to the river, looking into the water. It was the exact spot where Jungkook’s car had crashed. 

“HYUNG.” Jungkook yelled from the distance. 

Taehyung turned to look, a pained expression on his face. He turned back to face the water. Growling, Jungkook sped towards the elder. Before Taehyung could lean further past the railing of the bridge, Jungkook slammed into him. 

“Why do you feel so real?”   Taehyung whispered. 

“Hyung- I’m here hyung, it’s me.” 

Taehyung shook his head, pulling away from the younger who was trying to wrap his hands around the elder vampires waist. “ It’s a sick joke. Like those notes. He wants me to relive the pain.”  

“Hyung please, it’s me. It’s Jungkook. I'm here.” Jungkook cried. 

“You feel so real. Why are you doing this to me.”  Taehyung said quietly. Jungkook could see the tears streaming down the elders face. 

“Look at me Tae. It’s me. I’m real.” 

Taehyung shook his head again.  “No. I saw you die. Whoever you are, stop it. It’s useless, I can’t feel any worse than what I already do.”  

Jungkook was stronger. He pulled the elder in by his hands so that their chests were nearly touching. “Look at me.” He growled. Taehyung slowly lifted his eyes from the ground, looking at the boy in front of him. Jungkook started crying. His heart was being torn apart at how broken his mate looked.  “It’s me.”   He whispered. “I’m real. See?” He lifted his hand to Taehyung’s cheek, lightly caressing it. He could see Taehyung lip start to quiver. 

“I saw you die.” 

“I know baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry for everything. I'm here now. For forever, if you’ll have me.” 

Taehyung looked into the others eyes.  “Vampire?”  He whispered. 

Jungkook nodded, tears still streaming down his face. “I had Yoongi’s blood in my system when I died. It’s really me.” 

He wiped at Taehyung’s tears, but they were flowing too fast. “I- I can’t handle this again. H-How do I know it’s you. Jungkook-- I-It hurts. I-If it’s not really you, I don’t know what I’ll do." 

Jungkook placed his arms around Taehyung’s waist, pressing their chests tightly together. “It’s really me, Tae.” Jungkook leaned his face closer, placing a kiss onto the elders lips. He started crying more. Finally. Taehyung was here. He could feel the other vampires tears falling, molding together to create one steady stream. Jungkook deepened the kiss, feeling the others lips start to respond to his. Taehyung placed his hands behind Jungkook’s neck, stroking his nape. 

“Kook-ah?” He asked against Jungkook’s lips. 

“It’s me. It’s really me, hyung.” 

Taehyung broke down, falling onto his knees on the pavement below. Jungkook crouched down, pulling the elder into his embrace. He rocked the vampire in his arms, letting him cry into his chest, Jungkook whispering quietly into his ear. 

“I remember everything. I remember falling into a pit of hopelessness. Desperation and despair. Even when I pushed you away, even when I resented meeting you, you stood firmly by my side. You stood so strong, Tae. Never relenting. Until the very last moment you fought. Please, baby, never let go of my hand, and I won’t let you go ever again either. We finally have each other again. I promise you that we’ll have each other forever. There’s no world, no life, I could be without you. Without you, I am nothing. I don’t belong in a world where you’re not there. I’m bound to you. No matter who tries to break that bond, it will never falter again. I swear to you. No more tears, no more pain. We have each other now.” He kissed the elder’s ear. 

Taehyung was still sobbing into the younger’s black jacket, gripping at the material in his back until his fists whitened. 

“Kook-ah..” Taehyung whispered. 

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.” Jungkook said, stroking through the elders brown hair. “I’m finally here.” 

They sat there, Taehyung pulled into Jungkook’s lap, until they heard footsteps running towards them. Taehyung kept his face buried into the younger while Jungkook looked up. Jimin and Yoongi were coming towards them. He saw Jimin’s concerned expression, so he gave a small smile in reassurance. 

“Tae,” Yoongi said breathlessly. “Are you okay?” 

Taehyung nodded in Jungkook’s embrace, not wanting to break the contact. 

“We need to go, this will be the first place Kai will check when he gets up.” 

Jungkook nodded, lifting Taehyung in his arms. Taehyung kept his face buried in Jungkook’s chest as the younger carried him off the bridge. 

“Silly, were you planning on jumping?” 

“I just wanted to connect to you again. I was hoping maybe your spirit would have been close by. I could’ve felt close to you again.” Taehyung murmured into the younger’s jacket. 

Jungkook nodded, not realising the elder wouldn’t see it. “You don’t need to worry about that, okay? I’m never leaving again.” 


Jungkook kissed the top of Taehyung’s head.  


Chapter Text

Getting inside the train back to Busan was a struggle for Jungkook. With Taehyung in his arms, he had to move sideways through the door. Grumbling from all the struggle, he finally got himself and Taehyung into the cart, placing the elder boy into the seat next to him. Jimin and  Yoongi  sat opposite the two, Jimin’s eyes already closing from exhaustion. In under a minute, Taehyung had abandoned his own seat, making himself home on Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook smiled at the elder’s clinginess, as he brought a hand up to stroke through Taehyung’s brown hair. As the two of them were occupying a one-person seat, Jungkook wiggled slightly to get a more comfortable position for the train ride. Taehyung let out a small whine, thinking that Jungkook wanted him to move away.  

Jungkook gave out a quiet chuckle. “Are you ever going to let go, love?” Taehyung shook his head, burying his nose further into the crook of Jungkook’s shoulder.  

As the train started moving from the station, the rain began. It was a little past two in the morning. The dull yellow lights of the city lamps on the streets that were flickering past soon stopped, as the capitol was left behind and the scenery changed to a dark forest. The rain was pouring so forcefully, the beads of water were moving horizontally across the window as the train sped forwards. Jungkook absentmindedly lifted a finger to trace the rains path, the window feeling cold against his fingertip as it left a small wet trail behind him as he evaporated the frost from the glass. It wouldn’t be long until snow would begin to fall.   

He had no idea what they were going to do with Kai. Now that he knew Jungkook was alive, and that they had taken Taehyung back, which had been Kai’s only leverage, he knew the original vampire must be furious. They couldn’t over use Jimin’s powers, the boy had already drained too much energy, collapsing every time. What would happen if he would use his magic even further?  

Jungkook was so happy now that he had Taehyung back, but at what cost would it be? Kai wouldn’t hesitate to kill all of them. Hopefully, they could come up with a solution to get away from Kai. Maybe they could move somewhere. Hawaii sounded pretty good. He had never been there before, but picturing seeing Taehyung relaxed in the sun made a small smile play on Jungkook’s lips. He gave the top of Taehyung’s head a light kiss, causing the elder to move his head from the others neck and look up at him.  

“I asked him to compel me, you know.” Taehyung whispered quietly, staring at the younger with sad eyes. Jungkook frowned, waiting patiently for the other to continue.  

“I- I asked him to help me forget. To get rid of the pain.” Jungkook could see the elders bottom lip start to quiver as he spoke, so he quickly pulled at the  brunette's  nape to pull his face close to Jungkook’s chest.  

“He wouldn’t do it though,” Taehyung continued quietly, mumbling into the younger’s jacket. “He said he wanted me to feel the pain. ‘Eventually’, he had said. Once I'd be useful to him, he’d compel the pain away.”  

“Hey, I’m here now, okay? There’s no need to feel pain anymore.”  

Taehyung gave a small nod, the fabric of Jungkook’s jacket making noise as the elder moved his head around.  

“You know,” Jungkook whispered, a small smirk playing on his lips, “It feels like I’m the one whose elder here, taking care of you.”  

Taehyung gave out a light chuckle. “Yes, sometimes it does seem like you’re the  hyung .”  

Jungkook could feel his dick slightly twitch at the elder’s words. Taehyung whipped his head up to look at the other vampire, probably having felt the small movement. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at the younger, Jungkook quickly averting his gaze to look back outside into the dark woods. Taehyung shifted slightly in his embrace, leaning his head closer so that he could place his lips to Jungkook’s ear.  


Jungkook clenched his jaw, trying to block out the elder’s words. He had been without Taehyung too long for his liking. And now the elder was making him aroused in a train, with  Yoongi  and Jimin sitting right opposite them.  

Taehyung bit at Jungkook’s ear, pulling the soft lobe downwards. Jungkook could feel the elder’s tongue flick between his teeth, playing with the piercings on his ear inside his mouth.  

“You like it when I call you that, Kook-ah? Like it when I call you  hyung ?” Taehyung whispered, placing one of his hands inside Jungkook’s jacket, his hand caressing Jungkook’s waist through the white sweater he was wearing.  

Jungkook looked back at Taehyung, letting out a small growl as he saw the elder’s eyes flickering red in arousal.  

“No, no, no. Just no. Stop. Absolutely not.”  

Both boys whipped their heads, turning to look at an absolutely disgusted  Yoongi .  

“I tried my best not to, but I can hear you and this needs to stop.” The black-haired vampire stated, hands covering the sleeping Jimin’s ears from the loud tone he was speaking in.  

Jungkook turned his head to look back outside in mortification of knowing  Yoongi  heard their conversation, while Taehyung burst out laughing.  

“Aish, you know it’s been too long brother. You’re lucky I have enough self-control to not jump his bones right now. Raven black hair and red eyes really make him the hottest thing I’ve seen in my whole life, wouldn’t you agree?”  

Yoongi  narrowed his eyes at the brunette. Opening his mouth to respond, Taehyung cut him off.  

“Sorry, sorry. I forgot you like your guys a bit  more..  Pink.” He said with a mischievous grin.  Yoongi’s  eyes widened at the implication, quickly turning to look if Jimin was still sleeping. Letting out a small huff of content at the snoring witch, he looked back at Taehyung with a glare, the latter burying his nose into Jungkook’s chest again with a small giggle. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, endeared by the others actions.  

The rest of the train ride went in silence, Jimin and  Yoongi  leaning against each other, while Taehyung slept in Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook occupied his time by looking at the scenery, mind running too much to doze off. He was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. Having a small panic when remembering the original vampire, only to then focus on the droplets of rain causing his mind to blank. He’d think of if his relationship with Taehyung would change at all now that he was a vampire, but then for just a second Jungkook would see movement in the woods, probably an animal, but the train moved so fast it was gone in a moment, making Jungkook forget about his previous worries.  

How quickly would Kai come for them? How much time did he have to cherish with Taehyung before the arrival of the original?  

Taehyung grumbled as the train came to a halt at the central station of Busan, Jungkook gently lifting him off his lap so they could get out of the cart. Jimin seemed too exhausted to even be attempted to wake up, and the two vampires smiled while watching Yoongi struggle to place the small witch onto his back to carry him out.  

Once outside, Jungkook placed his hand around Taehyung’s waist, making the elder let out a small noise of content. The two of them had lost too much time, time that they could have spent together. They would try to make up for all for all of it, constantly keeping a part of their body touching the other. Taehyung draped a hand over the younger’s shoulder, while looking back to check that  Yoongi  and Jimin on his back were still following them.  

They could have sped, but they preferred walking slowly back to the Kim apartment, all enjoying each other’s company. The small broken tree outside that Jungkook had snapped hadn’t been fixed yet, and Taehyung looked at Jungkook with an amused glance, predicting that the younger had something to do with the shattered wood on the ground.  




Jimin was the only one who received mercy. He was still asleep after  Yoongi  carefully placed him on the couch, when Seokjin and Namjoon fled down the stairs to see the vampires. One at a time, Seokjin gave the boys a smack on their heads.  

“What the  hell  were you three thinking?”  

“You.” He smacked Taehyung’s head, “You shouldn’t have left in the first place, you know we would have supported you through the pain.” Taehyung winced at the elder, pouting, resulting in Seokjin’s angry demeanour relenting a little.  

Narrowing his eyes, he moved along. “You,” He smacked Jungkook. “Reckless new born. We knew you wanted him back, but you can’t just leave like that. You are still new to vampirism, who knows what might have happened to you?” Jungkook opened his mouth, but Seokjin’s glare in his direction made him close his mouth again.  

He walked over to  Yoongi . “And you,”  whack   “You as the eldest are responsible for all of them, and you should’ve told us your plan. Not just leave like some audacious little vampires to face an original.” Seokjin was glaring at all three of them, Namjoon behind him with his hands crossed over his chest but an amused grin on his face, watching the scolding in front of him.  

“We really were worried for you guys,” Namjoon said from behind the furious blonde-haired vampire. “At least you came back unharmed, which is quite impressive.”  

Seokjin scoffed. “It is  not  impressive.   Stop praising them, Namjoon! They deserve to get locked up for the next 50 years for doing something like this.”  

Namjoon was staring at his mate wide-eyed. “ Oh  come on, aren’t you a bit curious how they managed to get Taehyung without Kai?”  

Seokjin glared at the silver-haired male, making the other cower under his gaze. “You guys should leave quickly, before I actually do lock you all up, Namjoon included.”  

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s hand whispering a quiet ‘I missed you’ to the elder vampires, while giddily pulling the younger towards his bedroom. He smiled once they entered the room, closing the door behind them.  

“I missed everyone so much, how dumb of me to leave with Kai, even if he compelled me, I should have tried to leave somehow.” Taehyung said with a pout forming on his face.  

Jungkook let go of his hand, caressing his cheek instead with a smile showing his bunny-teeth. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”  

A playful glint entered Taehyung’s eyes. He pushed Jungkook against the door, every inch of his skin caging in the younger. Jungkook felt like the temperature of the room suddenly became ten times hotter, feeling encompassed by the elder’s body. “Yes, I’m here now. Can you feel me, Kook-ah?” He purred into the younger’s ear. Jungkook groaned as he felt Taehyung’s mouth start to kiss at his jaw, hands wrapping around his waist to press their crotches closer to each other. But he was a vampire now.  

Jungkook flipped them over, having Taehyung placed against the door, lifting his thighs and locking them around his waist, while the elder’s back was leaning against the white door. Taehyung let out a squeak in surprise, not used to feeling dominated by the younger.  

“Did you forget, baby? I’m a new born. It’s my turn to be in charge.” He growled, his hands finding Taehyung’s ass and squeezing it forcefully.  

Taehyung whimpered, face flushing from the younger’s actions. His hands found Jungkook’s hair, pulling at the black strands while the younger sucked a purple mark into his throat. Jungkook carried the elder to the bed, pinning him underneath him. He could feel Taehyung grow harder in his pants underneath him, only fuelling his desire more. Jungkook growled, leaning in to place a sloppy kiss onto the elder’s lips.  

“H-Hyung.” Taehyung moaned as the younger grinded down on top of him.  

Jungkook couldn’t control his arousal, letting his fangs protrude at the elder’s words. He had been deprived of the man underneath him for too long. “Yeah? You want  hyung  to take care of you?”  

“Y-Yes please. Please,  hyung .” Taehyung whimpered underneath him. The consent was all Jungkook needed to start ripping off the elder’s clothes.   




They were laying between Taehyung’s sheets, the elder tracing patterns into the skin on Jungkook’s bare stomach, Jungkook’s hand protectively around Taehyung’s back, the elder’s head placed on his chest.  

Jungkook was nervous. He cleared his throat, making Taehyung glance up at him.  

So,  I know it’s been implied quite a few times, but I was wondering if could we officially now be mates?” He asked the elder nervously, seeing the other’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.  

Taehyung stuttered a response. “I- I mean yeah, sure? If- If you’re sure you want to?”  

Jungkook frowned. “Of course I’d want to.”  

Taehyung got up from his laying position, propelling himself on his stomach, supported by his elbows on the bed. His shy smile gave Jungkook confirmation.  

Jungkook nodded  determinedly . “Mates then.”  

Taehyung chuckled. “Angel, being mates isn’t just verbal. We'd physically become mates.”  

It was Jungkook’s turn to lift his eyebrows in surprise. “What?”  

Taehyung nodded nervously. “W-We bite each other and drink each other's blood to seal it.”  

Jungkook was staring wide-eyed. “Oh.” He managed to say.  

Taehyung stared at the boy nervously. “Are you sure you’d still want to?”  

Jungkook licked his lips in anticipation. “Of course, I’d be honoured to be your mate,  Taehyungie .”  

Taehyung blushed at the nickname. “It’ll leave a permanent mark.”  

“That’s okay with me.” Jungkook answered, nodding.  

Taehyung shifted upwards, so that he was eyelevel on top of Jungkook, bringing up a finger to lightly trace at Jungkook’s collarbone. “Would here be a good place?” He whispered. Jungkook nodded, eyeing Taehyung’s collarbone in return. “I love you, Kook-ah.”  

Jungkook smiled fondly at his future mate, hoping to spend the rest of his life with the beautiful vampire in front of him. “I love you too, hyung.”  

Taehyung leaned closer, placing soft kisses around the younger’s collarbone. Jungkook brought up his head to do the same to the elder’s skin. The moment was intimate, both of them still bare underneath the white sheets.  

“3, 2, 1...” Taehyung whispered, fangs protruding as he pierced the younger’s skin. Jungkook mimicked the action, sinking his teeth around the elder’s collarbone. Taehyung’s blood tasted sweet, but it didn’t satisfy him the way that human blood did. It felt more just like he was draining an average drink, instead of satiating his hunger. After a couple of moments, Taehyung released his teeth from the younger’s skin, placing a light kiss on Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook released his jaw too, smiling at Taehyung’s blushing face. He winced slightly as the bite stung, imprinting itself into Jungkook’s skin, leaving behind red markings of Taehyung’s teeth. He saw a similar marking be imprinted into Taehyung’s collarbone, smiling, finally he was officially with Taehyung, bound to him.  

“Mates.” Taehyung whispered, placing a kiss on Jungkook’s lips. He curled into the younger, Jungkook humming in satisfaction due to the overwhelming love he was feeling for the other. He gently carded through the brown locks of his mate who had fallen asleep on his chest, letting out small puffs of air that tickled Jungkook’s skin. He was happy.  




   Jimin’s  pov  

Jimin was exhausted. The concealing spell had used all of the energy that he had, only waking up after Kai had arrived. He knew Kai didn’t care about him or  Yoongi , he would kill them in a heartbeat. Therefore, the only thing he could do was channel the powers of another witch.  Hoseok . Without consent, Jimin channelled all of  Hoseok’s  powers for him to momentarily use, they would have been dead otherwise. He was thankful that Hoseok didn’t block him, that he had allowed Jimin to channel him. After what had happened at the gym between Jungkook and Kai, Jimin and Hoseok had made a witch binding pact which allowed them to channel each other if needed. This was only to be used in extreme cases, as Hoseok was probably currently in the same state that Jimin was in.  

He sighed, finally looking at the surrounding he was in after waking up. Dark blue sheets ruffled beneath him. He smiled.  Yoongi's  room. He peered to the side, seeing the vampire hunched by his desk, headphones tightly placed against his ears as music blasted through them. Jimin really wanted to go over and listen to song that  Yoongi  was working on, but he knew the vampire was private, probably not wanting Jimin to hear his incomplete songs.  

He looked up to the ceiling, distracting himself from the black-haired beauty by the table. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t keep his thoughts away from the stone tomb he had fallen into. He could still hear the spirits whispering in his ears, haunting him. He knew the spell they were reciting to him, but he was too weak. They wanted him to open the tomb, to unveil whatever was locked deep within it. He also remembers what else they had whispered to him, but he tried his best to push those thoughts to the side.  

Turning his head back towards the vampire, he smiled once he saw  Yoongi  walking over to the bed.  

“Hey,” The vampire whispered. “You feeling any better?”  

Jimin nodded, tempted to hold the hand that the vampire had placed on the bed to lean on, but decided not to.  

Yoongi ..” He started hesitantly. “I need to go back to the tomb. The voices are driving me crazy; I can still hear their whispers. C-Could we go back?”  

Yoongi  frowned at the male. “Are you sure? You were pretty freaked out back there, Jimin.”  

“Yes, I really need to go back. We need to figure out how to open that tomb, otherwise the voices will never stop. I- I just hope whatever is in that tomb isn’t harmful.”  

Both boys were silent, knowing fully well that whatever was in that tomb was powerful, otherwise it wouldn’t be so guarded and difficult to access.   

“Can you walk?”  Yoongi  asked, his face presenting a concerned expression. “Or do you want me to carry you?”  

Jimin blushed at the others words. “I can walk, it’s okay thank you.”  

Yoongi  still helped Jimin from the bed, taking hold of his hands to help him up.  Yoongi  nearly went to inform his brother and Jungkook that they were leaving, but after the scene in the train he thought it might be better to let them be interrupted. Jimin laughed at  Yoongi’s  scrunched nose, guessing what he was thinking about.  

“We can call them when we get there, okay?”  

Yoongi  nodded in confirmation, and the two of them headed outside. Jimin let out big breaths as they walked, preparing for what was to come. Hearing the others struggles,  Yoongi  paused, turning to his back so that Jimin could jump on.  

“We’ll get there quicker so I have to hear you worry less. Jump.”  

Jimin jumped onto the vampires back, who sped off into the direction of the woods.   

He felt  Yoongi  slow down as he got to the edge of the woods, letting Jimin jump off his back.  

“Are you absolutely sure, Jimin? A lot of spirits can have Ill-intentions, I don’t want anything to happen to  you..  

Jimin gave a small smile of reassurance. “I’ll be okay,  Yoongi . I always am.”  

Yoongi  frowned, taking hold of Jimin’s hand as they walked. Jimin’s breath hitched at the touch. This was the first time  Yoongi  had willingly taken hold of him in a situation where they were both awake and well, Jimin not collapsing from exhaustion. Jimin gave a small squeeze to the hand clasped in his, hoping the vampire couldn’t feel the slight shake in nervousness.   

Jimin knew they were getting closer as the whispers in his ears started getting louder. He started squeezing  Yoongi’s  hand harder, causing the vampire to look at him in worry. Jimin bit his lip in nervousness, the spirits were angry with him. Angry that he hadn’t come sooner, that he had run away.  

They walked in silence; the only sounds were the small twigs cracking underneath their feet as they made their way to the hole, into the tomb.  Yoongi  took a hold of Jimin, not letting the  boys  feet touch the ground so that he wouldn’t get hurt once they dropped in. Jimin pushed his cheek into the  vampires  shoulder, wrapping his hands behind his waist. He let out a small noise in surprise as  Yoongi  suddenly dropped them down the hole. The sun was already peeking out in the distance, the two of them could see their surroundings more clearly now.  Yoongi  let go of Jimin, letting the witch trace his hands on the stone walls around him.  

Jimin walked up to the door of the tomb, staring at the large pentagram that had been drawn onto it.  

“I wonder what’s in it.” He whispered. “Could you call  Jungkookie  and Taehyung to join us? I think it would be good if they’re here too. Ask them to bring four candles.”  

Yoongi  looked confused, but complied to the  witches  request. After finishing the phone call to Taehyung,  Yoongi  walked up next to Jimin, who was still staring at the door.  

“You’re not strong enough to open it, Jimin.”  

Jimin let out a small huff. “I know.” He stated, taking a few steps backwards, sitting onto the ground cross legged.  Yoongi  spun around to look at the pink-haired male questioningly.  

Jimin was drawing pointless doodles onto the ground, hesitant to speak up. “I left something out. About why I’m nervous about this. The spirits want me to open the tomb, but they also whispered something else to me.”  

Yoongi  walked up to Jimin, crouching down so that he could face the boy. “What is it?”  

“A-As they’re spirits, they still have a huge amount of energy in them.” Jimin sighed. “All of them were very powerful witches. They are going to give me their powers.”  

Yoongi’s  eyes opened wide at the younger. “What?” He asked breathlessly.  

Jimin nodded. “I would be the strongest witch. I could harness the power of over one hundred witches.”  

Yoongi  took hold of Jimin’s hands. “Why are you hesitating, little one?”  

“There’s a price for everything.”  Yoongi  clenched his jaw, not liking where this was going. “I have to relive their pain. Feel what they felt when they died. I need to understand the responsibility that will be placed upon me.”  

“Feel the pain of over a hundred  witches  deaths? Absolutely not, Jimin. We’ll come up with something else.”  

Jimin shook his head at the vampire. “You don’t understand,  Yoongi . They're in my head. I have to do this. They aren’t going to leave me alone until I agree to it.”  

Jimin..  That would be  excruciating  pain. I can’t let you do that.”  

Jimin’s eyes started brimming with tears. He knew he had to do it. At least  Yoongi  would be here through it. He placed his hands on the ground, letting the dirt seep through the pores in his hands as the voices of the spirits started to get louder. Blue mist started rising from the ground, circling around Jimin’s hands, slowly creeping up his forearms. He could hear  Yoongi  trying to speak to him, but he was too scared of the pain that was about to arrive to focus on the words. As the first wisp of mist entered through his mouth, Jimin started to scream.   

He could feel the pain of the first witch, searing through his skin. He knew the witch had been burned at the stake. Before the pain had left, he could feel more witches entering him, multiplying the agony he was feeling. He felt warm arms wrap around him, but it did little to help him. His screams were blood-curling, feeling the different ways the witches had been executed. Tears were streaming down his face with a steady flow, as he was pulled into the vampire’s lap, something he barely registered. He could feel his skin burning off, knives being pulled across his throat, through his stomach, choking from poison; all different ways of torture.  

Through his screams he could feel more pairs of hands on him, but he couldn’t focus on them, he could only hear the pain and cries of the witches surrounding him.  What felt like an eternity later, the pain started to subdue, Jimin collapsing onto the ground.  

Jungkookie ..” He whispered weakly.  

Someone instantly enveloped him onto their lap, stroking a hand through his hair. “Shh, I’m here  Jiminie . You're okay now.” Jimin smiled, instantly feeling better to have his best friend next to him. “Are you feeling any better now?” Jungkook whispered into his ear.  

Jimin nodded slowly. He hadn’t registered how he was feeling. Taking a moment, he realised how powerful he felt. Jimin stood up, taking a moment to look at his hands. They looked the same, but he knew how much power he held. He looked up at Jungkook, who was still sitting on the ground, knowing that he could kill him in a second with just a small spell if he would wish it. He looked around wildly, slowly registering that the voices of the witches had stopped. It was all in him now. The most powerful witch there has ever been. His expression must have look bewildered, as he noticed Taehyung lifting Jungkook from the ground and stepping in front of him.  

“Do you have the candles?” Jimin asked the vampires who had arrived not too long ago. Taehyung nodded, heading over to a bag he had left next to the wall. It’s not like Jimin needed to draw power from the candles, but the fire was needed to complete the spell.   

Jimin picked up a stray stick from the ground that had fallen through the hole, drawing a small pentagram onto the dirt beneath him. Taehyung handed him the four candles, which Jimin placed into four separate directions, representing earth, wind, water and fire.  

“Stand back, please.” He said to the three vampires cautiously, not knowing which direction the tomb door would open. The vampires complied obediently, Jimin giving  Yoongi  a small smile to assure him that he was feeling okay. Jimin took a deep breath in, feeling the power surge through him.  

Phasmatos  Salves  Nas  Ex  Malon , Terra Mora Vantis Quo  Incandis , Et Vasa Quo Ero  Signos .  

He opened his eyes as he heard the crack of stone. Slowly the boulder of the tomb started to roll to the side, revealing a dark corridor with more stone walls. He sucked in a breath as he heard an eerie howl of wind coming from the tomb.   

Yoongi  walked up to Jimin, giving his back a small pat. “I can go in first.” He whispered to the witch, taking hold of his hand. Jungkook and Taehyung followed close behind, all walking towards the entrance of the tomb. Walking forward,  Yoongi  smacked right into an invisible barrier by the entrance. He let out an annoyed huff, smacking at the barrier with his free hand. Jimin reached out a hand, it didn’t get blocked by a barrier.  

“Great.” He muttered. “No vampire can enter.”  

“Can’t you do some reversal spell,  Jiminie ?” Jungkook asked hopefully from behind him, his hand clinging onto his mate’s arm.  

“No, Kookie.” Jimin frowned. “Yes, I'm powerful now, but basic witch rules still apply to me. Only the witch who casts a spell can reverse it. I need to go in there alone.”  

He could hear the vampires let out breaths in annoyance, as Jimin picked up a flashlight he had packed and walked past the barrier, turning around to face the vampires. He was scared. Sure, he was powerful, but he was still heading into the unknown, not having any protection from his friends.  

“I’ll be okay, guys.” He tried to smile as reassuringly as possible. They didn’t buy it.  

“Are you absolutely sure, Jimin?” Taehyung asked, voice laced with concern.  

“Yeah, we can figure out another way.”  Yoongi  continued.  

Jimin shook his head but smiled. “It will be okay, just wait for me, please?”  

“Always.” Jungkook said, smiling at his best friend. With a small nod, Jimin turned around, turning on the flashlight to see in the dark tomb.  




The walls around him were cold, green moss growing from the cracks as Jimin tried his best to stay in the middle of the path, not wanting to hit the wet stone around him. It was hard for him, the path kept heading him downwards. He had to look down constantly, making sure he wouldn’t stumble on the loose rocks, while also trying to look into the distance at where he was heading. It was getting increasingly cold, Jimin could see the wisps of air as he breathed out, shuddering slightly as he moved. Turning a corner, Jimin cried out as he slipped, stumbling onto the ground, having a sharp rock slice his thigh. He looked upwards, seeing the drops of water fall, resulting on slippery rocks that he had just fell on. He shined the flashlight on his thigh, seeing the tear on his jeans and the red blood start to soak through.  Fuck,  he thought,  if only witches could heal themselves.  

The pain was bearable, only giving him a slight limp as he continued walking. The only concern he had is if he would have to defend himself, his thigh might be a distraction to him. Walking further, he could feel the eerie feeling return to him. Limping downwards slightly quicker, one hand on the flashlight and the other one trying to press down on his wound, he turned another corner to what seemed to be the end of the tunnel. He quickly stumbled into the small opening, flickering the flashlight around him to find, well, anything. He spotted a parchment in the corner of the opening, quickly running with his hurt leg as fast as he could. He knew he couldn’t stay here for longer; something was coming for him. He snatched the piece of parchment, turning around to run back to the vampires, forgetting the pain in his leg.  

He heard a loud scream in the wind, making panic rise in Jimin. Whatever it was, it got Jimin petrified. Limping as fast as possible, he started the climb back to the opening of the tomb. He let out a yell, he knew something was following him with rapid speed. Jimin was scrambling as fast as possible, his thigh searing with pain now as he was putting so much pressure on to it.  

“Jimin!”  He could hear from the distance, it was  Yoongi .  

“Help!” He yelled back, even though it was useless. He wasn’t far from the opening now, but he could hear the sound of rocks behind him being thrown around as the thing was running after him. The adrenaline in him made Jimin move faster, hoping the thing wouldn’t catch up to him in time. He was hopeful, he could see some light shining in the distance, just one more corner from him to turn. As he ran to the corner, turning it, he could see the concerned faces of the three vampires waiting in the distance. He could hear the breathing behind him. He ran faster, but something got a grip of his leg, pulling him. Jimin let out a scream, feeling the claw around his ankle. He could hear the vampires yelling for him in the distance, helpless. Letting out a yell, the stone above him started crumbling as the being started dragging him backwards. He had dropped his flashlight as he fell, so he couldn’t direct a spell towards the being without knowing where to aim in the dark. Screaming, the rocks started cracking more, small pieces starting to fall. Jimin placed his palms flat onto the rocks beneath him, creating a further vibration. A larger boulder fell, hitting what Jimin guesses was the tail of the being. It let out a pained whine, letting Jimin kick free from the tight grip and scramble back up. The only thing he could see what a glimmer of purple eyes before turning and sprinting back into the direction of the opening. He quickly grabbed his flashlight and the parchment that had fallen from his grip on to the ground, and ran to safety, skidding through the barrier and quickly sealing the tomb.  

Phasmatos   veras   nos  ex  malom , Terra mora  vantis  quo  incandis  per vasa quo  errum   signos  

Chest heaving, Jimin laid on the ground while the vampires surrounded him in concern. He felt someone pushing through his mouth, opening his eyes and realising Taehyung was trying to feed him his blood to heal the cut on Jimin’s thigh. Jimin reluctantly drank the vampire’s blood, feeling the pain in his leg reduce.  

“What the hell happened in there?”  Yoongi  asked him in concern.  

Jimin was still breathless as he responded. “No fucking clue, but I’m never opening that tomb again. It was guarding this.” Jimin waved around the parchment in his hands, before placing it back onto his stomach.  

Jungkook crouched down, wiping away Jimin’s sweaty pink hair from his forehead. “What is it?”  

Jimin rested his eyes for a moment before cracking them open to have a look at the marking on the paper in his hands. “It’s ancient.” he mumbled, still too tired to have a proper look.  

“Can you read it?” Taehyung asked the witch on the ground.  

“Yeah, just give me a moment.”  

The vampires around him waited patiently for Jimin to fully catch his breath, before  Yoongi  helped lift him up. At times like these, Jimin was thankful he had somewhat listened to his grandma’s ramblings about scriptures and the importance of studying ancient witch language. He squinted his eyes as he tried to figure out the text, slowly understanding small pieces of it.  

Umm..  I think it’s a map of some sorts.” He mumbled. The vampires shuffled closer to take a peek at the parchment. “Yeah, see.” He flipped the parchment around, revealing a map of an area he wasn’t familiar with.  

“A map? For what?” Jungkook asked, eager to know what the being had been guarding so furiously.  

Jimin huffed in annoyance. “I’m trying to figure it out, wait.”  

He skimmed his fingers over the bumped ink, trying to decipher the ancient texts. “Just one use.” He whispered.  

“Is it a weapon that can only be used once?”  Yoongi  asked, hoping to be able to see an overpowered weapon.  

Jimin frowned. “No, it’s a- a liquid?”  

He looked up to see the three vampires all sporting an expression of confusion. “Liquid?” Taehyung parroted.   

Jimin nodded absentmindedly as he kept reading.  Oh.  He understood what liquid it was. Gulping, he looked up at the three males, who were looking at him hopefully.  

“It can only be used once, for one person. The liquid. It’s a cure for vampirism.” Jimin whispered.  

The three males stared at him in shock, all too stunned to speak. They stood there for a minute, without speaking, before Jimin noticed Taehyung’s expression changing. Before he could ask him what was wrong, Taehyung sped out of the hole, leaving the other three behind in confusion. Jimin understood.  

“What?” Jungkook asked. “Why did he leave?”  

Yoongi  looked down, seeming to understand the situation as well.  

Jungkookie ..” Jimin whispered, taking a hold of one of Jungkook’s hands, heart breaking at the concerned expression the younger had.   

“He thinks you’re going to leave him. To use the cure to become human again.”