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tipsydipsydo · 3 years

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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Angst; Fluff; Smut

AU: Historical/Middle Age! AU

Warnings: arranged + forced marriage; gender roles according to the period; sexual themes + sexual language; Praising; Body-Worship; Nipple Play; Fingering; First experience of an orgasm; Loss of virginity (unprotected Sex)

Summary: You're getting married tomorrow and you want to say goodbye to your mare. There you met the stable boy Taehyung for the last time, who's your best friend and childhood crush at the same time. You will experience a stormy night full of love and passion and you'll give the biggest proof of love to him...

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With a thumping heart you peep around the corner, but the cold hallway with high stone walls lies quietly in front of you, only a few candles in their stands lit up the long corridor. The servants must have finally retired to their own rooms and even the last noises in the courtyard has fallen silent. It must be close to midnight, but you couldn't sneak away earlier. The danger of being caught has been too big. But now you grab the thin skirt of your white night gown and lift it a little bit up, so that you could walk as silently as possible along the corridor, across the courtyard to the horse stable. Light-footed you quickly put one foot in front of the other, the bright Full Moon guides you with its light the way to the stable. Quietly you open the small side door and slip in, where you’re greeted the familiar smell of horse, hay and leather.

Here, too, the torches were extinguished late. Just thinking about what a momentous day tomorrow will be will make you sick and silent tears run down your cheeks. Tomorrow you will be your wedding with a man who was already over thirty years old when you were born and whom you didn't even really know. He was here once two months ago so that you two could „get acquainted" with each other. Theobald, as he is called, has a bald head, an ugly potbelly and with every, almost frightening smirk you could get a glimpse of yellow teeth. At your first meeting, he had already patterned you with such a disgustingly lustful look that a cold shudder ran down your back and still makes you nauseous at the thought of it.

Your eyes are slowly getting used to the darkness, fortunately some Moonlight falls through the small ventilation hatches, so you can reach the last Box without tripping over something. Securely you open the door and gently push the butt of my beloved Grey Mare Estrilda to the side. Curiously, she lifts her big, noble head and turns a little to you. As if she knows what will happen to you tomorrow, she tenderly presses her head against your chest. Until now you had only cried quietly for yourself, but now, you bury your face in her soft, long mane and let your feelings run free. Why didn't your mother, when you were born, take action against being promised to such an old man?

But every time you asked her, she just shrugged with her shoulders helplessly and murmured softly,"that's just how it is, Y/N. I wanted to talk to your father, but he only saw the opportunity in finally reconciling two hostile Empires. With this marriage. You have to believe me, dear. I was hoping for something different for you. That you will be happier than I am. That you can live your life more in more freedom."

You have always been different, your curiosity, your stubbornness and your self-confidence do not correspond to the expectations one has of a daughter of the noble family. You love horses and riding, you can't do anything with jewelry, dresses out of expensive silk and velvet or perfumes. You loved to ride in the big hunt at least once a year and go hunting with your falcon Alan. You are not interested in the easy, comfortable life as the wife of a nobleman. You would much rather have helped once in the kitchen and learned how to cook a meal. But this was strictly forbidden to you, after all you are not a maid! Your wish is simply to be allowed to be as you want it to be. You do not care whether it is appropriate for a woman of your rank or not.

Your body slowly calms down from the convulsion and one last time you take the smell of your beloved mare deep into your lungs. Because she will stay here while you return to his estate with your new husband. That would become your new home. Although the wedding party will be celebrated here... but you will spend our wedding night with him on his castle. Then you will be trapped in the clutches of a sadistic, cruel and heartless ruler. You have heard some whisperings and rumors from the other Kingdom. The thought lies like a bitter, putrid taste on your tongue and your stomach twists at the thought that you have to show yourself naked to this disgusting man. You would rather burn at the stake as a wicked whore than surrender your virginity to him.

Suddenly, you hear the clatter of a fallen bucket and a dull cursing behind you, which is why you‘re startled and push yourself out of instinct into the darkest corner of the horse box. In vain, because the shadowy figure steps closer and opens the box door. Your heart beats fast, who is that and would he betray you for wandering around in the stable at night? But your anxious heart romptly calms down as you look into the soft and gentle face of Taehyung, the stable boy.

"Y/N? What are you doing here, wouldn't you have to sleep since a long time? After all, tomorrow is your wedding.", the last sentence spit Taehyung literally out. A relieved smile comes to your lips when you see your only and best friend. "Taehyung...", you murmur and fall into his arms, trying your best to suppress a sob. His muscular arms are wrapping themself around you, holding you and run tenderly his fingers through your hair.

The first time you met was on your eleventh birthday when you received Estrilda as a birthday present and he was assigned to look after the welfare of your horse. At that time he had already been fifteen, and now, nine years later, he has matured into a handsome twenty-Four year old man. He is the only one who ever understood you and even offered to run away with him when you found out about your marriage. But you would be looked for all over the country and everything would be more like a deadly skewer, which is why you sadly but thankfully refused. Above all, you do not want to expose your beloved mother to the cruel anger of your father, he would blame her if one morning you could no longer be found. It is inevitable that you must marry this disgusting, sadistic devil, whether you like it or not. But one thing you will decide for yourself...

Taehyung's masculine smell of sweat and horse calms you down more than ever and you snuggle up sobbing at his chest, steeled muscles from the daily hard work. You let your feelings run free and enjoys the gentle caresses he gives you. He is even more against the wedding than you and you have already guessed the reason for a long time. He develops feelings for you, which would go beyond your normal friendship-relationship. This assumption triggers a gentle flutter in your stomach and you wish you could be even closer to him than you already are. You both knew it, but you have never really said it out loud. For this fact requires no words. You’re in love with each other.

It was clear from the beginning that this fragile love has no future, and yet it feels so right, even though it is completely wrong. But he gives you the affection and attention that even your own mother could never give to you. Tonight, you want to give something to Taehyung that would belong to himcompletely alone. Nobody could ever steal it from him, this gift is irreplaceable.

It would be your virginity. If you have to marry such a cruel man, you want to give your innocence to someone who has proved to be worthy enough. Taehyung is worthy for it.

You detach yourself a little from his chest and look up into those beautiful dark brown eyes in which you‘re threaten to drown every time. Your fingers glide up to his strong neck, through his soft, black curls and tug on them gently until he moans softly.

“Tae... From tomorrow we will not see each other again. We only have this night left. I have already given you my heart, it will remain yours forever. But tonight I want to give you something else... My virginity shall be yours.”, you breathe softly against his lips.

Taehyung startles and looks down at you in disbelief. "B-But Y/N...I-I could never accept something like this! Such a thing like your virginity belongs to Theo-", he rambles overwhelmed and want to turn your opinion against that idea,but you just press your lips almost violently onto his.

"No. It should never belong to Theobald. If I already have to make the marriage covenant with him, then I want to be able to decide by whom my virginity will be token!", you reply to your lover and bite him hard into the lower lip.

He is still visibly surprised, but now your passion reaches him too and he respond with the same desire to your kiss. Your tongues find each other and starts a wild catching game. Heat rises in your bodies, reaches every pore of your body and makes this unknown feeling of pleasure pulsate through your veins. You long for Taehyung's love, one last time you want to feel his affection before you go to hell tomorrow. At least once you want to see heaven before you are banished to hell for the Rest of your life. The breath of your loved one becomes faster, he is panting, this kiss alone pushes you both in such a tremendous passion, which you have kept so forcibly hidden from each other otherwise.

"L-Let‘s go to the hayloft...", Taehyung murmurs at your neck in a deep, hoarse voice. You nod breathlessly, you are completely overwhelmed by the feelings that a simple kiss can trigger in you if you just love someone with your whole heart. Securely, you climb one by one the narrow wooden ladder up to the hayloft and you two throw tightly wrapped up into the hay. Your lips can hardly keep away from each other. The desire and longing for Taehyung increases every moment.

"Please...", you whisper in a whimpering voice, your body feels like it's on fire and this unknown longing for union drags you into a swirl. But Taehyung wants to get to know you and your breathtaking body, trying to memorize as much as possible. He never wants to forget how you look, feel, smell and taste. The cords of your nightgown are opened unnoticed by him, suddenly you just feel the scratchy hay under you and his loving hands on your skin.

"Beautiful.... So beautiful...", he mutters again and again under his breath. His eyes wanders over your exposed body, blown out eyes lingering on your breasts. Taehyung admired you silently since you’ve met for the first time, you always took his breath with your beauty away. Especially the last few years he realized what kind of effect you have on him, how you’ve grown up from the little wild princess to a confident young Lady. How his own and your Body has changed of the years and with it, how his maybe not so innocent desires awakened in him.

You are gorgeous, he can’t even describe your majestic body in words properly, you leave him speechless. You look better than in his sinfully fantasies he has at night, tossing his sweaty and needy Self around in Bed, trying to prevent those indecent thoughts about his own best friend. Well, his love of his life. He shouldn’t think that way about the princess, is he insane or something?! Still, he couldn’t reject his feelings for you, neither you could.

You both will end up in hell, you’re doing so sinful things right now but why they’re feeling so good? Why is it a sin to have such desires, to have the need to feel so close to each other, why are you sinning when you feel so much love, desire and pleasure that you couldn’t bear it anymore? You couldn’t understand and you would never.

„My royal highness, m-may I ask if you allow me to touch your Breasts?”, stutter Taehyung out, gulping hard and biting his lower lip in desperation. He knows he would hurt you somehow through fusion of your bodies but alone the thought of it hurts him right in his heart. Taehyung doesn’t wants to be the one who’s hurting you, he wants that you’ll keep this night as good as possible in your memory.

„O-Oh my god, Taehyung... d-don’t call me that, please just call me by my Name. ...and please, oh please touch me, I want to feel your Hands all over my Body!”, you pant out whimpering, arching your spine to encourage Taehyung in his actions.

A deep, longing moans leaves his lips, finally touching and kissing every conceivable part of your body. For the first time and probably also for the last time in your life, you will learn what this true love is. Something of which so many Minnesingers always sing about. It feels so indescribably good that the tears are just running down your cheeks, you can’t hold them anymore, you feel too good, too loved. Only this night you want to see heaven before you have to burn in hell as a deflowered whore until the end of your life. But this one time is worthy for you to sin. A lustful moan escapes your lips as his lips enclose one of your nipples and caress them tenderly with his tongue.

Countless whispers and pleads are falling from your slightly parted lips, you’re chanting his name like a mantra. Every noise that comes from your tongue let Taehyung‘s need to pleasure you even more grow. Almost helpless, as if you’re drowning, you grab Tae‘s strong Biceps and look up to him. Your eyes are sparkling from the tears which ran down your cheeks, the unconditional love in them is crushing Taehyung‘s Soul.

"Oh Y/N, I love you so much... I don’t know how to express them so they would portray the pure feelings I have for you in my chest, in my soul. Please let me show you something else...", he wispers into your ear, nibbling tenderly on your earlobe.

His other hand glides through the valley of your breasts, over your stomach down your sweet and hot center. You whine softly, you’re a little flustered, nobody touched you down there in such a way before. Almost automatically your thighs want to close again, just Taehyung’s gentle and caressing hand keep you from doing so.

"Shhh, my precious Angel, don’t be ashamed... you’re gorgeous and so beautiful, you can’t imagine how bad I want you. You smell so delicious, you’re driving me insane! Would you like to continue or should I stop? I will do whatever you want, just tell me..", murmurs Taehyung’s low voice, you can clearly hear the tremble of arousal in it. After you took a few deep breaths to calm your oversensitive nerves, you’re spreading slowly your thighs for him.

Taehyung‘s eyes are fixated on your face, watching patiently your facial reactions for any discomfort. Now, his hand is coming to life again and moves forward until it disappeared between your legs. His fingertips moves incredibly gentle over your soft pussy lips, slowly parting them and let his fingers soak in your lust juice. They run up and down, teasing your clit and preparing your entrance for his length.

Waves of Lust electrify your whole Body, every fiber and nerve is pumped full of sexual desire and you’re gasping for air. You’ve never felt that way before, you have no clue what kind of sweet spot that is but you want Taehyung to touch it over and over again.

Why does sinning feels so incredible good? You’re fallen for the devils work, you love sinning when it feels that amazing.

"Please, please, please... Taehyung, do that again, it feels so good-", you sob out, holding on his broad shoulders as if your life depends on him. Honestly, it does.

"Yeah? Does that feel good, my Princess? Do you want more?", rasps your beloved Taehyung. His fingers speeds up, flicking your cute little pearl with his thumb in a rapid pace now. His middle and ringfinger is pounding into your tight, pulsating channel and is stretching you open. His movement creates lewd squelching noises which makes you a little blush. The coil of lust in your abdomen grows unstoppable, you don’t know to handle this unfamiliar feeling. Your Body is shaking, whimpers and choked out whines filling the hay loft. You don’t understand what is happening, just pure unfiltered need and desire clouded your mind and you can’t think straight anymore.

"Oh my- Oh my god, Tae... I-I am... I don’t know what is happening-"

"I know Baby, everything is okay, just let yourself go... I‘m here, I will catch you when you’re falling apart..."

It just needs a few more strokes of his thumb on your oversensitive clit until the ball of pleasure bursts open and fills every pore of your body with pure ecstasy. You can’t hold your tears of pleasure back anymore, the small and so precious diamonds are rolling out of the corner of your eye until Taehyung’s Lips are catching them.

"Baby... are you alright? Did it felt good?", he asks quietly and rubs soothingly over the top of your thighs. Avoiding your center on purpose, he doesn’t want to overstimulate you even further.

"T-Tae... that- that felt so good... h-how did you do that? I-I can’t hold my tears back, I am sorry!" A weak sob leaves your lips and you bury your face into Taehyung’s chest. He caress you gently, whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear, worshipping you to the fullest. Promising you to show you how you can make yourself feeling that good, teaching you how you can make love to yourself.

After you came down from your high, you gently grab the soft baby hair in his nape and move his face towards you.

"Taehyung, I want to feel you as close as possible, I want to merge with you, I want to make love to you- ...I want you.", you whisper and hold his face in your hands, looking him deep into his eyes.

"Oh, I will... I will serve you with everything you wants,my Dear. Please lay down and spread those beautiful legs for me again...", he answers and smile softly at you. The sweet love names he picked for you makes your stomach flutter und the blush on your cheeks is darkening. Taehyung gives you a last sweet smile full of love before your lips meet again and he pushes into you.

A short, stabbing pain flares through your body, but that was all. He holds still into you until you give him the permission to move. At first, it was a slow and gentle rhythm but your sweet moans and whimpers encourage him to go faster and in the end he looses all his control over his suppressed sexual needs. Making love to you in the most passionate way possible.

He shows you the heaven on earth and love takes on a whole new meaning for you. You trust him unconditionally and he shows you that you are equal. You are an equal woman, an equal person for him. He loves and respects you. All this is the most beautiful thing you have ever experienced in your life. You have given him your virginity and he has given you a son with these wonderful brown eyes and dark curls.

"Mother, why do you always cry when you see me? I didn't do anything today... ", asks your little six-year-old son and looked at you questioningly with those chocolate brown eyes that bring you to tears every time.

"You look so much like your father. Your real father."you say quietly.

"Did he hurt you, Mommy?", he asks with big fearfully eyes and you quickly shake your head.

"No, not at all! H-He had been the only man who had ever really loved me...“

„...the only one to whom my heart will forever belong."will you bring barely audible over your lips.

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imlazy-butcozy · 7 years

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Immortal Pt. 1

Pt.1// Pt.2

{!} Contains Violence, Language, Smut

Words:10,426

Genre: Angst, Smut

Kim Taehyung x Reader (Featuring: Members of BTS) Vampire AU

Summary: {You would have much rather been a human, but you weren’t giving much of a choice when it was the only solution Taehyung could come up with at the moment. Now you found yourself in a community crawling with vampires and at the brink of war.}

[I’ve decided to make them more human-like so things like the sun can’t hurt them, garlic...please. I gave them hearts so don’t mistake them for those old vampire stories. They’re my own kind of vampire.]

Throwing the last bit of twigs on the fire, Kim Taehyung plopped down on the fallen tree that had conveniently found itself around the lake. The sun had long set behind the hills surrounding the small valley that cradled the town of Grim Hallow. The sky began to blacken, only lit by the twinkling stars and a moon that engulfed the dark, clear canopy.

Stick in hand, Taehyung poked at the flames watching them leap up as if they were performing. So far this get together was a bust. All the usual suspects were there. Kim Seokjin, making rounds around the perimeter as if he was expecting someone to ambush them. Park Jimin trekked back toward the fire with a bucket of water. Jeon Jungkook lost in thought as he watched the dancing embers in the flames. Last, but not least, was Min Yoongi, scrolling through recent gossip on whatever social network he found interesting at the time on his cell phone. �

The party from the night before proved to be as mind numbing as the last, and the time before that and even the time before that. The hunger for the hunt was growing and time to claim what they needed was running short. It didn’t help when it seemed Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok were there every minute, ‘breathing’ down their necks. The tension was getting to Seokjin, as he seemed to be more uptight than usual. Taehyung was sure that Seokjin might actually turn on Namjoon the next time he snapped his fingers at the vampire.

“I’m done,” Seokjin announced, causing everyone to look over in curiosity. Jungkook hiked a brow knowing full well what this was about or rather what it should be about. “We’re not going to listening to Namjoon or Hoseok. I’m sick and tired of their shit…they can continue to think we’re playing by their rules but last night…I lost whatever little shred of respect I had for them.”

The sneers were the only approvals Seokjin needed to know that he wasn’t alone. Taehyung didn’t even want to think about last night. The way that Namjoon tried to mesmerize Y/N had nearly drove him to the point of insanity. The only thing that stopped Taehyung from attacking was Jimin and oddly enough, Seokjin, who wanted nothing more to have Namjoon’s head on a silver platter. Perhaps paired with a nice wine, something to wash the disgusting taste from his mouth after he tore the bastard limb from limb.

“It’s about damn time we see eye to eye on something.” Jungkook seemed genuinely excited about Seokjin’s sudden change of heart if he even had one. Seokjin only gave Jungkook a passing glance before he began his walk of liberation around the ever-growing flames.

“And how do you plan on ignoring him but making it seem like you’re still that measly little shell of a man you were only a couple of minutes ago answering yes master to his every beck and call?” Yoongi inquired, only to be met with a sneer and a few snickers.

“Would you like to help me demonstrate?” Seokjin asked, baring his fangs as a mere breath separated them. Yoongi could only show a half-cocked smirk before Seokjin turned on the balls of his heels.

“Yoongi’s not wrong,” Taehyung added, finally tossing the twig into the fire pit. Seokjin looked at the dark haired man. It seemed as if everyone had something to say, but Seokjin remained quiet, letting Taehyung explain himself. “Namjoon will eventually know we‘re not listening to him…what are you going to do then. If we‘re going to do this, you can‘t run like a scared bitch when he comes looking for you?”

“And there’s not much you can do with all these fucking mortals around. If they see something out of the ordinary, they’ll freak the hell out and that’s the last thing we need. A bunch of idiots out here either trying to kill us or telling everyone what we are.” Jimin added. To that Seokjin offered a smirk as well.

“We’ll use them to our advantage.”

“How?” Jungkook‘s inquisitive mind wondered.

“We change them and not tell Namjoon. Create an ‘army’ if you will.”

“I like the sound of that. Why waste time, let’s get started.” Jungkook leaped to his feet, fangs extended as he readied himself. But of course, Seokjin put a damper on his parade.

As Seokjin shook his head, Jungkook almost went into pout mode but saved face as he turned with a snarl to pace the area as the others continued to discuss the matter at hand.

“That’s your plan?” Yoongi laughed and shook his head slightly before standing to his full height. “You must think Namjoon’s stupid.” Yoongi had lived within Namjoon’s haven for centuries before Namjoon placed him with the others. Planning to use Yoongi as his eyes and ears, only to have Yoongi deflect. He wasn’t one who took to authority and it showed 99 percent of the time.

“Pretty much.” Taehyung assured him as Yoongi’s dark eyes stared at him to the point Taehyung had to break eye contact.

“You might be right, but he hasn’t been the leader for this long without reason…you think you’re pretty secretive but I assure you that he knows more than you think.”

“He’s right.” Seokjin knew Namjoon had been keeping up with some of the things that had been going on within the small town. He was well aware when Namjoon had informed him of it at the party. It wasn’t something that he was expecting, but now that he knew, it came to his attention that they were going to have to be more careful. “How do you suggest we do this shit without him finding out?”

“Don’t do it here. The smell would be clear indication that something happened.”

“You’re suggesting we go out there?” Jungkook spun around, his brows furrowed with disbelief. “Where the fuck do you plan on us going? And how the hell do you plan on getting those idiotic mortals to follow us?”

“If you would listen before throwing in your worthless two cents, you’d know.” Yoongi barked before finishing his explanation. “A couple of miles outside of town, just outside of the reach of our forest is a cave…it leads to an abandoned cavern. It was used many centuries ago by the Lycan who use to inhabit this area.” All eyes shot up looking at Yoongi in disbelief as well.

“This place use to belong to wolves?” Jimin asked, his jaw locking as his lips pursed together. Yoongi only nodded his head. No one knew exactly how old Yoongi was, nor did they really know anything about his life. He was pretty secretive and didn’t speak about himself all that often. They could only trust what he said and hoped they could count on his word.

“Namjoon would never be the wiser and you have your army…but we could do it here. Just letting you know it won’t work.”

“Then I want you to go to the caverns tomorrow… Take Taehyung and Jungkook with you. We should check it out and make sure no one's been there.” Seokjin informed them, getting unison nods of agreement from everyone else.

It was on the brink of nightfall when you finally left work. Making handmade jewelry didn’t seem like a hard job and it really wasn’t, but you and y/f/n and business partner, had been getting a lot of business ever since you opened X&O.

Dressed in your slinky mini and a leather jacket covering your tank top, you trotted down the street. Your spiky boot heels, echoing along the sidewalk, alerting anyone who might have been close by.

Being the predator he was, Taehyung was always nearby, watching you. In a city less than one hundred people it wasn’t that hard to track you down, though that was never a problem for him. Your scent was an intoxicating drug, nearly turning him every time it caressed the air. You plagued him with such lust; he wondered how he was suppressing this for so long. You were already his, but being the confounded woman you were, you refused to take it seriously, making him the laughing stock of Grim Hallow. At least you hadn’t castrated him of total manhood.

You knew he watched you, followed you…he couldn’t help it. He did say you had mesmerized him. That played in your favor because as much as you played it off as he disgusted you to a point, you loved all of his attention. No matter what you did, he was always going to be there.

Stopping at the light post, you could feel him near, his eyes peeling away the layers of clothes you wore. It almost pleased you to a degree as you leaned down, tugging on your black stockings that bared a run in it, letting the porcelain flesh of your thigh peek through. Taehyung’s teeth scrape across his lips to the point they drew blood. Drawing in his bottom lip, he sucked the crimson fluid before snatching you and dragging you into an alley. Pushed against the wall with such force you only smiled when you saw it was Taehyung. His head buried against you, his nose trailing heavy breaths across your chilled skin. One hand circled your wrist, pinning it against the brick of the building behind you. His other arm embracing you waist, not allowing you to run even if you wanted to. Y/N wish she said she hated when he became so dominate but that was what she found most attractive about him. Her breath hinged upon asking him something when his lips mashed against hers. Making very little effort to get away, you found your free arm instinctively wrapping him, your hand gathering the fabric of his jacket.

“Come on, let’s go home.” When those words rolled off your lips he could only smile and lace his fingers between yours.

“Whose?”

“Mine of course. You’re welcome to make a meal out of me then leave when you’re done so I can cry about how disgusted I am with myself.” You purred as a smirk lingered on your lips. He only met your smirk with his own.

“Works for me.” He played along.

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“Aren’t I though?” His eyes seemed to glow a dark hue of gold in the darkness. Dodging any eyes that could have been watching you after his little display, you pulled him through any alleyway that got you to your small house near the park quicker. Walking through the thresh hold, you tossed your jacket across the banister and flopped down on the steps of your staircase to pull your boots off while Taehyung closed the door behind him and locked up.

“Did you feed at all?” Taehyung asked, pulling the tight, thigh-length leather jacket off his lean torso. You neglected to answer as you strolled to the kitchen. Taehyung knew all too well what that meant. “Y/N…” He followed after you as you filled a glass full of tap water.

“Tae, I’m fine. I don’t need to feed every day like you think!” You turned the water off and took a long drink of the cool fluid.

“You don’t know what you need.” He assured her, crossing his ankles as he leaned on the doorframe. Your brows furrowed and pursed your lips together, crossing one arm over the other as you stared at him.

“And you do?”

“When it comes to this, yes.”

It was the same thing over and over. A non-stop broken record of how he was right and you were wrong. You knew he was right, but it went against everything if you admitted it. You had to stand firm against him if you didn’t want to turn into the lamb that needed him at every whim. Turning so he wouldn’t see you rolling her eyes, you tossed your glass into the sink, shattering it. It was only a glass, it could be replaced. Taehyung didn’t flinch, his brow only inched up. He knew he was pushing buttons with you. It wasn’t something he should have cared about. He was your sire. You were his and no matter how much you wanted to fight it, nothing would change that fact.

“You need to feed, and I’m not leaving until you do.”

“Then you’re going to be highly disappointed. I’m going to bed.” Flicking off the light, you left him in complete darkness. As you reached your bedroom, you turned on the table lamp and peeled your tank top off. Turning to toss the thin fabric toward the hamper, there stood Taehyung like a peeping tom. “God, do you have in morals?” You wrapped the blanket around you and quickly grabbed your nightgown, pulling it on.

“You should know the answer to that one by now is a resounding no.” He watched your ridiculous display of covering what he had seen plenty of times over. “Why the sudden cover up?” Taehyung flopped down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head. You stared at him as he apparently made himself comfortable on your king sized foam mattress.

“I’m not interested in entertaining you tonight if you catch my drift.” You shimmied out of your mini skirt and slowly ran the stockings down your legs before tossing them out.

“I was looking forward to entertaining you, to be honest.” He sat up, reaching out; he grabbed your small waist and pulled you close. Burying his head into your flat tummy, his hands wrapped around you, rooting up the small of your back. You sighed and slipped your trembling fingers through his dark brown hair. The moment he felt you, his hands slowly inched up the hem of your button up shirt that you passed off as a nightgown. He knew full well it was one of his shirts he had left there, but your secret was safe with him. When his lips pressed against your flesh, you seized all movement. His fingers plucked apart one set of buttons to reveal your navel before he did the same to the next set. His eyes slowly raked up your body, before bringing you down to straddle him. “Feed.” He spoke softly, his lips only a breath from yours. Never once had you enjoyed feeding. Not at the bar and surely not from a person, especially Taehyung.

“Trust me I’m fine.” You knew he wouldn’t hear it, but there was no harm in trying. Holding you to him with his tight embrace, Taehyung bared his fangs. His once dark eyes, now red, the color of coursing blood.

“I said feed.”

Morning hit and much to your surprise, you survived another night of not feeding. Though you were sure that when the corpse next to you woke, he wouldn’t be as pleased with your accomplishment. It didn’t matter anyways; you had to be at work…ten minutes ago. Nearly leaping out of bed, you jumped into a freezing shower that was all of but two minutes long. Brushed your teeth, pulled your wet locks into a low ponytail, dressed and headed out the door. You were nearly thirty minutes late walking in when Y/F/N spun around.

“Decide to sleep in?”

“You can thank Taehyung when you see him.”

Y/F/N mind took it directly to the gutter. Normally you wouldn’t blame her, but today she couldn’t be more wrong. Maybe reading Y/F/N mind wasn’t the best thing to be doing at the time, but it would save them both a lot of trouble in the end.

“And no it wasn’t because we had sex all night long. Though that would have been more pleasant rather than listening to him all night long.”

“About?”

Was there some way you could turn off this conversation? Just hit a mute button? Or let’s forget about this whole conversation button. Something useful you could use? Alas, your vampiric powers, as a fledgling sucked... no pun intended.

“Feeding.”

“Feeding?! Oh feediiiiiiiiing.” Y/F/N got the point and went back to beading a new piece of jewelry. “Why? I mean it’s really none of my business but do you feed from people around town or go outside or does Taehyung get all kinky and.”

“Yeah let’s no go there.” You interrupted Y/F/N train of thought not letting it side rail on to a track that she didn’t want to go.

“How long has it been?”

“Let’s just say a while.”

“How long?” Y/F/N asked again, she might not know much, but what she was able to research online she had a pretty good idea. You shrugged as your pale hands gathered supplies and you moved behind the crafting table.

“I don’t know maybe two days…or nearly a week.” You mumbled the last part, but Y/F/N clearly heard you.

“A week!?! Y/N you need to feed. I know we made a pact to always agree Taehyung was wrong and you were right…But I think he might be right this time…. “

“How dare you.” You muttered, tossing your tools across the table. Three against one…your self-conscious was even against you in this one. “Well, I hate it. It’s disgusting and…it scares me.” You hated turning into something you never thought you could be. Turning into this person with no control over what you were doing. Anyone who knew you knew you liked to be in control of mostly everything.

“You know it’s the only way you can live.” Y/F/N told you as she played with her phone she had hidden under the table. As long as you didn’t know she was texting Taehyung as you spoke, she should be able to live to see another day.

“I know. But If I can go this long, why should I do it every day when I clearly don’t have to. It’s bullshit and I think it just turns Taehyung on.” And the thought of that sent a shiver down your spine, whether it is good or bad, it was the last thing you needed to be thinking about. “And since I’m fine, let’s just get to work. We have a lot of shit to finish and I don’t wanna be here all night again.”

Not even five minutes later, Taehyung burst through the door, half dressed. Jeans hanging loosely off his hips, as he stuffed himself into his t-shirt in less than two seconds Threading a hand through his limp hair, he stared at you. Casually looking up from the beads, you smiled.

“Can I help you?”

“Nearly a week?!?!”

You cut her eyes over at Y/F/N who nearly crawled under the desk.

“Sorry…but I had to tell him.” Y/F/N whimpered avoiding all eye contact. There was no point in looking at you when she knew you were giving her the stink face.

“Exactly how many days, Y/N Y/L/N?!” When he used your full name you knew he meant business. It was full on over protective mode and god knew how much you loved that.

“ Five.”

Grabbing your wrist, he jerked you around the table. “Mind if I borrow her?” He asked and waited for no reply as he pulled you to the back. You had no choice but to follow, nearly tripping several times in the process. “What the fuck, Y/N?!”

Y/F/N heard Taehyung burst, she cringed for her best friend, but it was for your own good, right? She hoped.

“I don’t need to feed every day! Look at me, I’m fine!” You protested once again, knowing that you might very well lose this battle. Especially if he brought anyone else into it.

“No, you look like shit.” He spoke bluntly, “Well you know what I mean.” Your skin was nearly translucent, her hair was ratty and limp, your beautiful eyes faded and sunken in. You looked like you were fighting a cold…and losing. “You’re feeding and if you don’t…then I’ll let you deal with Seokjin…and you know what he’ll do to you.”

You were well aware of it. You had been there several times. They had to force feed you each visit. Seokjin was beginning to think they had made the wrong choice with you. He knew you had potential, but you were refusing to let yourself be that person they knew you could be. That monster. And a monster was far from anything you wanted to be.

“I know…I don’t want to go back there.” You admitted, picking at the hem of your shirt. Stepping forward, he enveloped you into his arms, kissing the crown of your head.

“Then let me help you…I know you’re still having trouble. You don’t have to be scared of me. I promise. “ He didn’t have to make you promises. You knew you could trust him. The problem wasn’t with him, it was with you. Cupping your face with his hands, he forced you to look at him. “Hey look at me…it’ll be okay.” Picking you up off the ground, he settled you on the desk. Pulling out the chair, he sat in front of you, kissing your bare knee before making a small slice into his arm.

“Here?! Y/F/N in the next room.” You protested.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you under control. Now drink up.” He offered his wrist. Watching the dark red blood slowly trace a path down his arm, you scooted to the edge of the desk. It took a moment before you reluctantly trailed your tongue up his forearm. Placing your lips over the wound, the warm liquid filled your mouth. “It’s okay.” He assured you again, watching the change in your eyes as it coated your throat. It didn’t take much coaxing after that. You began drinking willingly even allowing Taehyung to pull you to his lap and hold you. Cradling you for your own safety and perhaps Y/F/N. Brushing his lips against your ear as he felt you shake within his grasp, he spoke softly to you in an ancient dialect. But no matter what he said in tongues, you understood every word he spoke.

His face began to draw in the longer you drunk from him. His fangs digging into his own bottom lip, holding out for as long as he could before he eventually had to cut you off. “Stop.” He commanded several times before he broke you lose. Increased rapid breathing, dilated pupils and red irises were all signs that you were still in a feeding frenzy. He couldn’t let you go. Not with Y/F/N there. Suppressing you to the back room, until it passed was all he could do.

“ Y/F/N don’t come back here, Okay. It might not be safe.” Taehyung called out to her. Y/F/N knew that meant Taehyung most likely got you to feed, and there was no way she was going back there and witnessing any of that. She didn’t know what it looked like in real life, and the movie Twilight probably wasn’t the best example.

“Alright.” Y/F/N agreed as she put the finishing touches of the piece of jewelry she had been working on the whole time. She was just glad they weren’t loud and she prayed to god that they didn’t do anything else across those tables. She really didn’t want to go back there touching places that could have been used as sex tools.

A few short minutes felt like hours when your eyes returned along with the pinkish hue to your cheeks. “Hey.” Taehyung smiled at you from hooded eyes. “See you didn’t tear the place apart.”

“You okay?” You asked noticing the change in his appearance. Nodding his head, he chuckled slightly.

“It’s quite adorable that you think you could hurt me.” A swift smack to the arm, Taehyung yelp, before tossing you off his lap. “You’re fine.”

“Hey!” You clamored as you hit the floor with a thud. Pushing up off the ground, you swatted him again only for him to dodge it.

Seokjin rounded the room and made himself comfortable in the armchair at the head of the table. A tall glass of crimson liquid sat in a goblet before him as you sat across from him, playing coy, as you blatantly ignored yours.

“Drink up, Y/N.” Seokjin crossed one long leg over the other. His eyes fixated on the beautiful vampire at the other end of the table. You sneered at the glass, simply pushing it from your sight. The detested look on Seokjin’s face was blatantly obvious as you dared to glance over.

“I’m not thirsty.” You murmured, playing with the trim of the lacy table runner.

“Is that so?” Seokjin inquired, his digits pressed against each other as he leaned in, resting his elbows on the old mahogany dining table. Looking up from the delicate fabric, you saw the flicker of red behind his onyx spheres.

“I think I would be aware of my own thirst.”

Your eyes took in the shimmering of the deep red liquid. It had been a lie. You had been holding back from the hunger that had been calling out to you for days. Your breaths nearly catching in your throat as you tried desperately to settle it before Seokjin sensed the deceit. But he grew curious, pushing up from the plush armchair, he made long strides across the Persian rug only to stop abruptly, looming over the young girl who avoided all eye contact.

“I said drink.” His voice filled with malice as he raked his nails across your neck, dragging your long locks of hair behind your shoulder. “Before I make you.” The curl of his accent cooed as his lips brush along your earlobe. Your trembling hand cradled the goblet, your petite frame visibly shaking as he continued to tower over you almost wanting you to defy his commands.

“Do you have to stand over me?”

“It’s my understanding that I do.” His enormous hand covered yours, bringing the rim of the glass to your lightly painted lips. “Drink up. We wouldn’t want this to turn violent. Taehyung wouldn’t think too kindly of that.”

A thick layer of the crimson liquid coated the goblet, loafing a foul aroma that made your stomach turn more than once. As the blood touched your lips, you immediately pushed the glass away, spitting out the concoction.

As you proceeded to wipe your lips, you clammed up hearing the shattering of a glass and Seokjin’s uproar following.

“You are an ungrateful little...” He held his tongue, not wanting to regret saying something he didn’t honestly mean. Spinning on the heels of his boots, he stormed toward you, plucking you from the chair and dragging you from the dining hall. “If you’re too good to take what I graciously provide for you, I’d like to see you survive outside my city.”

A sheer panic washed over your once delicate features, your nails raking at his soft flesh drawing blood.

“What are you doing?!” You screamed relentlessly struggling to break free from his eminence grip. Despite your desperate attempts, you did nothing but further enrage him. He whipped around, a dark scowl etched into his chiseled face when he pinned you against the stonewall.

“I gave you a choice. You picked Taehyung!” He hissed, as the racing pace of his heated breaths flushed your skin. Dodging another glare, you gazed out the nearby window. You bit your lip, holding back that fight that brewed within. You could have easily called for Taehyung and escape the wrath in which you was enduring, and exactly what would you be doing? Stirring up trouble that didn’t need to be. Keeping this between you and Seokjin was far better than having Taehyung in a savage rage.

“As I recall, I had no say in who sired me.” Your troubled voice hissed weakly, almost afraid to speak your mind, though you were well aware he could read your every thought if he wanted. He steered clear of that, he didn’t want to relive any of those memories. Anything that could take him back to that dark place you both were once intertwined. “Exactly. You left me…a breath from death because you couldn’t accept that I didn’t want this life. And regardless of what Taehyung did, Taehyung didn’t leave me. And if I remember the rules correctly, you broke them by leaving me alive. So don’t sneer at me and make me feel guilty for your failure.”

“I let you live!” He bellowed slamming his fist into the wall, causing you to lose composure for a moment.

“Only with the choice to become like you! You knew I never wanted this!” Your mere screams now a quiver as you neared tears, something Seokjin had never seen for years.

“Is there a problem?”

Seokjin straightened to his towering height, turning to catch a glimpse of Jimin from the corner of his eye. Seeing your chance, you broke free from Seokjin’s vicious grip.

“No,” He huffed, steadily regaining his composure.

“Y/N?” Jimin glanced past his long time friend at the frightened young girl. A moment of silence past before you bolted toward the door and disappeared. Watching after you for only a split second, Jimin turned to see he was now alone in the corridor.

Rushing through the crumbling courtyard of the Abbey, you fled into the dense forest that covered the town like a shroud. You needed to get as far as possible from Seokjin. From everyone at that point. You had to as you felt the beast within you fighting what little shred of humanity you had left. A part of you wanted to let loose and show Seokjin just what you were capable of. Even if it meant you would have to die for your actions. But then there was that part that was hinged on Taehyung, telling you that you knew you couldn’t go through with it.

The safety of your house was all that separated them from you. What kept you from breathing them in and listening to their blood beckon you unknowingly. Their hearts beat like African drums, summoning you to a feast. Feeling your fangs protrude, you barricaded yourself in the bedroom, sinking into a dark corner and hiding from what you were.

“Y/N?” Taehyung called out again as he made his way through the dark room. All the curtains were drawn as the dead silence was nearly deafening. “Y/N.” He felt the panic sweep through him. “Where is she?" He could even identify the fear in his own voice as he rushed up the stairs, two at a time. “Y/N! Y/N, baby where are you?”

If something happened to you, Seokjin would regret it. It wasn’t like Jimin to turn on a friend, but when it came to you, he sung like a canary. He didn’t waste any time making sure Taehyung knew what he encountered. A heated Seokjin and a helpless Y/N who seemed more upset than he had ever seen you. In fact, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen you cry, or for that matter anyone's cries for many years. Taehyung was beyond furious with Seokjin, but would take up matters with him later. He could pretty much take a wild guess about what this was all about, and it took more than a couple of vampires to hold him back.

“Y/N?” He pressed against your door, slightly turned the knob of your door only to feel the barricade behind it. “Y/N! Open the door, It’s Tae.” His knuckles wrapped against the door, sending an echo off the empty hallway walls. “Y/N.” Wasting his breath was getting him nowhere and with a ram of his shoulder he took the door from its hinges and destroyed whatever pinned the door to the frame.

Scanning the room, he found your small translucent frame sprawled in the corner. Your wavy locks of hair spilled across the hardwood floor, your sparse breaths were violent as you jerked up the moment you saw the male vampire. Your blood red irises glared at him as you scurried to another corner.

“Y/N…it’s okay.” This was the second time it had happened in less than a month. Lucky for him, you weren't as powerful as, Jungkook. Taehyung could handle you alone. Slowly inching toward you, he stopped the moment you hissed baring your fangs at him. “That’s very cute Y/N…we both know you’re not going to hurt me.” He sure hoped he was right. He didn’t need another bum shoulder from another frenzied vampire.

“You’d deserve it. You did this to me!”

He froze.

He just stood there.

Unmoved.

Unchanged…

You were right, he did this to you. He saved himself from the heartache of losing you only to give you a life you never wanted for yourself. Perhaps he was selfish? But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let you go.

“I know…” He admitted throwing you completely off guard. You were expecting a response, but something along the lines of it was for your own good as if any of them knew what was good for you. If they knew or cared they would have respected your wishes and let you go when you wanted. “I’m sorry. It was the only way I could save you…you didn’t want to be saved but…I couldn’t just let you go. Not when I…everyone needed you. It was selfish, but I would never take it back. I don’t care if you hate me or if you never forgive me…. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I would have done what you wanted.”

You didn’t hate Taehyung. It was quite the opposite, though you did bore some resentment toward him. But he never went back on his word. He told you that he would be there whenever you needed him and you never once felt alone afterward. Sometimes he played the role all too well, pestering you more than you would have liked, but it could have been worse you supposed.

You almost felt guilty for yelling at him. For blaming him. It wasn’t entirely his fault. He would have never made you this way if Seokjin hadn’t tried in the first place. And in that sense, you harbored more hate toward Seokjin than anyone else.

The solemn silence was vociferating, to say the least. Each could barely handle the quick beats of the others hearts as they pulsed in unison. Taehyung bared it for a moment longer before he dared to inch toward you once again, his hand reaching out for yours. “I know this is the last thing you want to hear, but you have to feed, if not from me, then anything…we can go to the bar and get you what you need.”

Your dilated pupils soon descended into large beautiful spheres. Your innocent face housed a pair of furrowing brows, looking as confused as ever. Slowly draping your small hand into his, you pushed yourself off the floor.

“Come, let’s go. I’ll make sure you get something.” Taehyung urged, spinning around, making his way toward the door.

“I don’t wanna go.” You told him, your hand slipping from his as you plopped down on the bed. Instantly, Taehyung let his head fall back in aggravation as his hands anchored to his hips. An exasperated sigh escaped before he could stop himself. Was it always going to be a fight getting you to feed? Doing a near perfect pirouette, he glared at you, his arms moving from one dramatic stance to another as he folded them over his chest. “I already know what you’re thinking, and if you would take a little time to concentrate, you’d know what I was thinking also.” You could only smile, biting your lip playfully as Taehyung was left clueless for a moment. “I don’t wanna go out. I want you to stay here.” Getting to your knees, you beckoned him over with the wiggle of her finger, luring him in as he advanced on you like an animal.

It seemed you were walking into work more and more in the mornings, more than she really wanted to. It was becoming somewhat of a problem the moment you were dragged into the life of a god-forsaken immortal. And she thought being an awkward teenager was bad… Pulling off a pair of designer shades and tossing them on the table, you collapsed in the closest chair.

“What’s wrong with you?” Y/F/N dared to tread in dangerous territory when she nearly wanted to crawl under her desk for a sense of security when you glared at her.

“Besides the obvious vampire thing? I’m having a bad day.” First of all, you were harboring an enormous headache and second, you felt sick to your stomach, almost nauseated. “Seokjin is official on my shit list for being a piece of shit. And I think I’m in love with Tae.”

“What?” Y/F/N came out of her shell to hear that again. The man you said was repulsive, and couldn’t stand how he hovered over you. That forceful and relentless man was who you were in love with.

“Don’t make me say it again. You’re lucky I’m saying it at all and it’s only because I don’t know what to do.”

“Seriously? You guys have been together for long enough, I mean shouldn’t you just tell him.”

You sighed as you shook your head. Standing up, you made your way across the room and poured yourself a cup of coffee before hunkering down in the chair again. “It’s not that easy.” You wished you could tell Y/F/N why. The whole Seokjin thing, to make her understand where you were coming from. “Taehyung only sired me because I was sick and we’re friends. It’s nothing more than that.” Whether you were in denial or completely oblivious, you believed it to be nothing but the truth. “Being sired isn’t like some fairy tale, happily ever after kind of crap. They aren’t prince charmings and they aren’t going to whisk you away to some magical kingdom. They make you a monster that kills to survive and you’re a prisoner. Not a prisoner as in they won’t let you leave, but a prisoner to this life…You’ll have a life, but it never, ever ends…I can’t even begin to imagine how I’m going to spend an eternity that I don’t even want. I mean not anymore.”

Y/F/N chewed the inner corner of her cheek only presenting you with a small lopsided grin.

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” You gave up trying to understand, “It’s nearly lunch time anyways. You wanna go grab a bite to eat?” You grabbed your worn jean jacket and pulled it over your shoulders before grabbing your tote bag that you grabbed in a hurry that morning.

The morning seemed to pass by rather quickly Y/F/N thought, as she wasted no time in gathering her belongings as well and high tailing it out of the shop after locking up.

The restaurant of choice wasn’t by choice at all as it was the only place in town to grab a bite to eat unless you felt like cooking and you certainly weren’t a cook be any means. Stepping foot into the tiny dive bar meant you were for certain were going to run into Taehyung. Normally it wouldn’t have been a bad thing for most girls, but then again, you weren’t most girls and Taehyung didn’t concern himself with any girls besides you anyway.

You could feel the lingering of eyes on you the moment you and Y/F/N walked through the door. It wasn’t that hard to attract attention especially when you were rumored to be the girlfriend of a Kim Taehyung. He had been in the town way longer than most have known. Some even said he was older than Seokjin, even older than Namjoon and Hoseok, but you…she couldn’t have cared less. A Vampire was a vampire no matter if they were a master or fledgling. She might have liked the attention at one time, but now, well it was different. Choosing the booth in the furthest corner, you darted in and looked at the menu, knowing full well Taehyung wasn’t going to give you what you wanted. Who were you kidding; it wasn’t like you were hungry for human food to begin with.

The creaking of the door caught their attention. Knowing it was the door that leads to what the older ones called the ‘VIP lounge’, but was nothing more that a storage room for the vampires' supplements, you didn’t even bother to acknowledge it. For Y/F/N, it was a different story, as she saw Taehyung poke his head out as if he knew you had just walked in the room.

“It’s Tae…isn’t it?” You questioned as Y/F/N smiled and picked through her menu.

“Yep.”

“I knew it…”

You knew exactly what he was going to do the moment he made his way over to your table. Before he could even get a word in, you and Y/F/N bombarded him with your order. Y/F/N ordered the works, a cheeseburger, fries, a soda and a milkshake and you chose to nibble on a garden salad and water much to Taehyung’s distaste.

“Do I look like the damn waiter?” He griped, nudging you until you made room in the booth for him to plop down next to you. You felt his onyx eyes staring you down, though you made no attempt to catch him in the act.

“What?”

“You’re just going to have salad and water?” He asked, twirling an unlit cigarette between his fingers before parting his perfect, pouty lips and letting the filter linger at the corner of his mouth. With the quick flick of a lighter, he took a long drag eventually blowing a puff of smoke into the air.

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You questioned, tossing your menu on the table before finally staring at him, eye to eye. Pursing his lips, he narrowed his eyes a bit before growing tight-lipped. You knew he wanted to say something. It was obvious, but he couldn’t, not with everyone around them. For once, you could greet his anger with a smile, before he got all huffy and left you to get your order.

The meeting had been ongoing. Nearly an hour had passed and the empty chair next to Jimin had yet to be filled. It wasn’t like Taehyung to miss a meeting, and it had the others on edge. His absence was a blessing if you had asked Seokjin. Ever since Y/N stepped into the picture, the two had been butting heads on nearly everything. Jimin had been the only thing stopping Taehyung from ending Seokjin’s reign of idiocy and to that Seokjin thanked Jimin. But the younger vampire was well aware that Jimin could let Taehyung loose at any given moment if allowed. He tended to remain in his boundaries. Though he walked a fine line, he was doing his part job for the most part.

The earthy howl of the wind and the slamming of the Abbey’s great doors alerted the vampires. The haunting echoes of boot heels invaded the silence until Taehyung barreled through the great hall ignoring every last damned soul in the room until he had his hands around Seokjin’s throat and flung him from his so called throne. Not one man lifted from their chair as Seokjin dangled, pinned to the wall with a single hand. Taehyung’s eyes drowning in a pool of crimson as his hand tightened around the younger vampire's throat.

“Tae!” Jimin’s shouts went unheard as Taehyung’s low grumble morphed into a boisterous growl.

“Leave me to him, Jimin.” Taehyung howled turning his head slightly but his damning glare never left his prey. “What gives you the right to think you have to power to exile anyone from my home?” He hissed through grinding fangs, his nails digging into Seokjin’s throat before he could even speak. “Don’t even open your fucking mouth, flea, I’m not done speaking!” Seokjin’s enormous strength was nothing but a pinch to Taehyung as he tried to break free.

Taehyung had every intent on killing him as his primordial beast rendered him powerless to any mortality he might have been retaining at that point. It was long overdue and Seokjin’s lack of leadership had been noted many times. To the point, where his threats were simply empty and no one was in fear of anything, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to do what they want without the thought of consequences. Taehyung, for one, was sick and tired of the name one man was giving their group as a whole. Namjoon and Hoseok came and went as they pleased as if they had any reason to be there commanding them like their siring fledglings. Taehyung was going to put an end to it once and for all, and if Seokjin had to be the example, so be it.

The first blow came without warning. Seokjin noticed too late, unable to dodge the oncoming attack. A solid jab to his chin knocked him into the wall, enabling himself to catch his balance before he fell over, the second punch doubled him over and expelled the last bit of choked air from his gut. Taehyung shadowed over him, his claret orbs bulging with rage, and stared Seokjin right in his shifty little eyes. The younger vampire tried to stand but Taehyung launched his long leg at Seokjin’s fetal form, cracking one to his ribs, sending fresh ripples of pain through his torso.

“This pile of man, before you…. this so called leader tries to render us powerless while he, himself, stands back and breaks rules one.” He launched another kick to Seokjin’s ribs hearing a splintering crack. “By one.” Another kick had Seokjin finally howling with pain. “He thinks he has the right to do what he pleases at the snap of his fingers.”

“Taehyung.” Jimin voiced only to have Taehyung snap at him.

“No one fears us, because of this piece of shit, is too busy playing games with the women rather than putting pathetic insects like Namjoon into their place.”

Another solid kick had Seokjin choking up blood from his last feed. “I warned you to keep your distance and you seem to think I was fucking joking.” He leaned over and pulled Seokjin’s beaten shell from the floor. Throwing him against the wall, his hand circling his throat once again as he looked him dead in the eyes.

“Y/N is mine, and mine alone,” Taehyung warned in a hushed predatorily sneer. “You make one more move on her, I will not hesitant to rip your throat out and let the fledglings drain whatever’s left. Are we clear?”

The rigid nod of Seokjin’s head, allowed him loose, as Taehyung discarded him like a rag doll and simply stepped over him as he heading toward the door. “From this point on, he is no longer addressed as the leader. Anyone who disagrees is free to bring it up with me whenever they wish to join him.” The discussion dissolved there as Taehyung stormed out of the Abbey leaving the others in complete disbelief.

“Tae!” He tried to turn a deaf ear to the callings of Jungkook, but he was a persistent little bastard. Halting in his tracks, Taehyung only waited until he felt Jungkook was lurking close enough, more than he wanted him to be. “What the hell was that all about? You have always lectured me about…”

Taehyung stopped him short of whatever he was going to say, knowing what he was thinking before it even needed to be said.

“This is different! And it’s a private matter. So I suggest you drop this conversation.” He wasn’t in the mood to defend his actions, nor inform Jungkook of what had actually happened.

“You can’t just tell everyone that Seokjin isn’t leader and expect no one to question it.” Perhaps his rash decision should have been thoroughly thought out and maybe perhaps speaking to them would have been a wise idea, but Taehyung clearly wasn’t thinking straight. He never did when it came to Y/N. Obviously, there was no way around this. He was going to have to tell them what had really happened.

“He told Y/N to leave Grim Hallow.”

“Why?” Jungkook’s upturned face etched with a puzzling expression. Taehyung wiped his hand down his lips, contemplating what he would say next.

“You are not to tell anyone this. I will tell them if they ask me, but you’re not to go behind my back and tell them. Do we have an understanding?”

“Pinky promise and shit, just tell me.”

He supposed that half-assed promise would have to do considering it was Jungkook. It was the first time Taehyung had even talked about what happened nearly a year ago, but it came to him as if it had happened that very day. He told him of the relationship Seokjin and you had and the friendship that you and himself shared. How Seokjin chose to sire you but you chose death over the life of an immortal and when Seokjin could not end your life, it left you sick and on the brink of death. Seokjin was going to leave you like that unless you agreed to his forced siring. When Taehyung found out, he was beyond furious with both Seokjin bending the rules and leaving you to suffer. Taehyung didn’t know how he managed to get you, a woman who was so headstrong and set in your ways to agree to allow him to sire you. He felt he cheated you. He knew you didn’t know what you were agreeing to. You could barely even speak at that point. But he refused to let you go. Not when he couldn’t let you go.

“She’s still sick…Seokjin can’t force her to leave just because he’s pissed. She won’t eat because he…and I gave her something she didn’t want.”

Everything started to make sense to Jungkook now. He was wondering why a fledgling was having a hard time adjusting. He could only imagine how hard it was, if you were still holding onto the humanity you lost but wanted it back so much. To still think of yourself as a mortal when you’re the farthest thing from being human. And he clearly understood Taehyung when he turned and looked at him for the longest time. The smallest hint of a smile on his lips though he tried his damnest to keep it hidden.

“You love her…don’t you? That’s why you waited until you knew she wouldn’t say no…cause you wouldn’t have been able to kill her either…It’s why you never told anyone.”

“I’m not in love with her.” Taehyung retaliated quickly, lying to both Jungkook and himself. How could he admit to loving you when you didn’t even see him that way? You had told him many times that he had sicken you and you hated him. Of course part of him didn’t believe it, or perhaps he was just too stubborn to believe it. There were times though you found each other in one another’s arms, his lips on yours, your hands caressing each other, finding pleasure without going too far. But you never went to that point, that point that leads you to wonder…was this just something that happened because it happened, or was it something neither one of you counted on. That there was something more to you two besides just being friends.

Taehyung was scared. Yes, this immortal monster was scared of you, a five-foot something fledgling who unknowingly had him wrapped around your little pinky. He was scared that the one person, the only woman he was willing to give his cold heart to, wouldn’t want anything to do with him after admitting it. So, like the cowards before him, he denied it and did the same to anyone who pointed it out.

“Sure you don’t.” Jungkook shrugged letting Taehyung lie for the time being. It wasn’t his part to call him out. Hell, he had his own problems in that department to worry about. “So what now? What are we going to do about this?”

“About what?” The two finally emerged from the dense forest to the streets of their small town.

“About putting someone in charge.”

“I’m assuming with how things have been going lately, Jimin will assume the role. If I took it, Seokjin might not live to see another day. “

“And that would be bad?” Jungkook asked. Not many of them found themselves growing fond of Seokjin like Jimin did. Obviously, he saw something in him that the others didn’t.

“Not for some of us.” Taehyung admitted though it was pretty apparent that Taehyung couldn’t care less as to what happened to Seokjin, not after that night.

“I don’t think anyone will disagree with your decision with removing Seokjin anyways.”

Taehyung shrugged, hopping the fence behind the abandon schoolyard as Jungkook ducked under. “If they have a problem, then I guess they’ll have a problem with me and if that happens, I’ll settle it.”

Jungkook had to admit, Taehyung could have been going overboard, but then again, he would do exactly the same thing.

Buttoning up the shirt that belonged to Taehyung, you crawled under the blankets and sprawled out. You had never been so happy to see your bed as you were right now. Beginning to drift off, his presence jolted you awake. Lifting a tired lid, you spotted him hovering in the darkness.

“Don’t you ever knock anymore?” You groaned quietly as you shuffled beneath the soft, white comforter. His lopsided smile was enough to convince you that you were no longer entitled to privacy with him around. Shaking his head, knocking around the silky locks of his brown hair, Taehyung pulled off his t-shirt, before peeling out of his leather pants and slipping into the bed with you. Crawling over you, he leaned in on his elbows, his fingers slightly sweeping your soft hair from your forehead.

“You know we’re past the formalities.” He spoke softly, his perfect lips soon caressed by the gentle slip of his tongue. You smiled only to look at him from beneath hooded eyes.

“Are we? The last time I checked we still weren’t a couple, therefore all formalities should be well intact.”

His disapproving, suppressed growl only made you gitty. Slinking your arms over his shoulders, your fingers combed into his hair at the nape of his neck causing him to shutter slightly before gripping the sheets on either side of you.

“I don’t think you understand what you do to me.” His raspy voice purred against your earlobe as he dragged himself against your frame. A shivering breath renders you speechless, feeling his hard body against yours as your nails dug softly into his flesh. Drawing in a slight hissing breath, Taehyung’s soft onyx eyes swirled with an intense crimson that you knew all too well.

“I’m well aware of what I do to you…why do you think I do it?” Your playful little pokes at him were driving him closer to wanting you. Rolling to his side, Taehyung denied you the soft covers that kept you hidden from his hungry eyes. Slowly caressing her elongated neck, his hand grabbed the fabric of the button up shirt around the collar. Pulling it down your shoulder, he leaned in and kissed your soft flesh, slightly nipping at the exposed skin. Plucking the buttons free, he let the fabric spill into a pool beneath you. Your tiny, pink rosebuds perked under the thin lace bra, Snaking his hand further down your body, his hand cupped your breasts, squeezing it into a mound before nipping at the peak that was still hidden.

You closed your eyes as your toes curved to the sensation. His hand continued to caress your body in ways you never felt before. Something was different this time. Sure, Taehyung had touched you like this many times, but this moment everything went beyond a level of want. It was more of a need now than anything and even that couldn’t explain the feeling you had.

“I don’t want to be your sire anymore.” Taehyung spoke, gently raking his hand down your ribs. Before slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties and rubbing your hipbone beneath.

“Wha….” You weren’t quite sure you were hearing him correctly before he shushed you.

“I want to be more than just that.” He admitted. You could literally hear your heart speed up as another shivering breath escaped your soft lips. “I want to spend my eternity with you…in the century that I’ve spent in this absolute darkness, there is no one who has shown me light…until you.” Your eyes raked over him as he stared at you. “I couldn’t take your life…knowing mine would also end if you were gone. I’ve…loved you for so long. I just couldn’t admit that to myself. I couldn’t admit that you…a mortal woman at the time had rendered me powerless just by being in your presences. And now that I know what my life is with you…I don’t want to go without you.” If you weren’t under some kind of trance in that moment, you might have pointed out how cheesy he sounded since it was just your way of knocking him down a peg or two. He was the one who now had you wrapped around his pinky at the moment. His sensual touches and lingering kisses across your neck and chest were doing what he had accused you of, rendering you powerless.

You knew what he was asking without even having to say it. That was the beauty of reading each other's minds or a drastic downfall, however, you wanted to look at it.

“You don’t have to go without me, Tae.” You assured him, your trembling hand pressed against his cheek, stroking his cool skin. No matter how many times you denied him, you knew you were lying to yourself. You found yourself in awe around him but at the same time, wanting to condemn him for what he did to you even though it wasn’t his fault. “ As much as you want me…I want you.”

Admitting to him was all he needed. Rolling over you again, his knee spread your legs making room for him the settle in between. Dipping down, his moist lips suckled along your collarbone, nipping and dragging his tongue across your soft, salty skin.

His hips circled against yours leaving you moaning, crying out for more as your slender legs wrapped around him, anchoring yourself against him. He hid his smile against your flesh as he circled his hips once more, allowing his groan to rumble against your earlobe.

“You’re mine, Y/N and I am yours.” His hoarse voice commanded as he slipped the straps of your bra down your silky shoulders. Acknowledging with the slight nod of your head, your trembling lips captured his in a rough kiss, each fighting for dominance. He clearly claimed victory as he pinned you to the bed with forceful hands. Twisting his tongue against yours, he readily moved his hips more aggressively, eager to claim you as his own. Tracing his hands down the sides of your body, his fingers slipped into the waist of your panties once again. Not to waste another moment of his time, Taehyung shredded the barrier at her hips and threw them aside. Quickly shimmying from his boxers and kicking them to a pile on the floor, Taehyung slipped his arm under your hips, bringing you closer to him.

With one gentle movement, he pushed into your moist folds. Both gasping in unison as his shaft invaded you; Taehyung squeezed his lids as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He was never one to take things slow, but at that moment it was all he could think about. Not wanting to hurt you, not after he had been working so hard to get you to trust him again. His hunger called to him, cooing, commanding he take what was rightfully his, let you know the beast that he was and had always been. To shake your body to the very core, denying you nothing and feeding each one of your darkest desires. The fire burned deep within him, fighting each urge that crept up on him, only to bury himself deeper in you. Piercing your core, you found yourself giving him more credit than you wanted to. Calling out his name each time he made you swell with ecstasy. Pulling at his hair when he nipped at your neck. Arching toward him, wanting more than what he was offering you. You couldn’t get enough as he continued to move through your wet cavern. His soothing moans slowly becoming groans and grunts as his inner beast beckoned, wanting a piece of the fledgling as well.

Taehyung’s mounding moans became hoarse as he continued to surge through you. You wrapped your legs around his bucking waist, keeping him deep within as his fangs scraped across your pulsing neck. Biting down, he tasted your sweet blood against his lips as his tongue lapped against your soft flesh. Pulling back he dipped down and kissed you, quickening his pace Taehyung letting you taste her crimson liquid from his lips. Your bodies grind together, his member penetrating your sensitive core as you suckled the last drop from his mouth. He knew you would want more. You would drink, you would have to. He made sure this was going to work. He had been waiting for a year for you to be his mate and he couldn’t wait much longer.

Your eyes burned in hues of ambers and scarlet. Your small fangs extended behind your parted lips. Taehyung longed for that kiss. That forbidden kiss that damned people to his world. He craved you as he slammed into your small hips, shifting the bed, knocking it against the wall. Your teeth scraped the skin on his shoulder, softly biting into his flesh. Taehyung winced with pleasure as you gently suckled his life force. He continued to his invasion as his body shook, feeling an eruption growing within. Their bodies glided together, igniting into a shattering climax. After millenniums of searching, Taehyung finally had his mate and nothing or no one was going to take what was rightfully his. He would kill anyone who dared to tread on his territory…friend or foe.

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