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kookstempo · 1 year

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in the end, it's him and i - jjk

pairing(s): taehyung x reader if u squint, jungkook x reader, brief mentions of namjoon x oc

genre(s): fluff and smut.

word count: 5.4K

warnings: some strong language, both jungkook and y/n being idiots lol. for the spicy content: fingering in front of a mirror, dirty talk, praise, mentions of an erection. (hope i'm not forgetting anything).

summary: how long will it take until the dam bursts and one of you says what the other one longs to hear?

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A/N: i gotta thank my beautiful @daechwitatamic because she's always there to help me, she read this SO FAST (wtf). pls go check her profile <3

he had grown so used to it that he kept looking for it the first time you stopped doing it. with a silent, simple tug on your shirt or a whine whenever you’d cut the hugs or kisses a second short. full of hesitance, you’d simply wrap your arms around him tightly, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath; you’d cup his jaw with your slightly tremorous hand, pulling him to your mouth again as he had wordlessly begged you to.

meanwhile, for you? you noticed it that time he held your wrist as you walked behind him between the crowd. his touch had never meant anything special outside the bedroom, until that night. he had made you feel a thousand things in mere seconds, your heart lighting up the same way the buildings’ lights lit up the street. it was amazing how something as basic as holding one’s wrist had helped you put the puzzle pieces together. suddenly, it made sense how you kept running away from his touch when possible, skipping reunions where you knew he would be.

because your heart couldn’t handle the truth. it couldn’t bear knowing that jeon jungkook only belonged to you behind closed doors, between messy sheets and underclothed bodies, where only whispered pleas were welcomed and not love confessions, nothing but lust. and as much as it hurt, it only hurt more trying to deprive yourself of him.

“y/n?” his voice calls, warm hand finding its place on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

“i’m sorry, yes you can press play.” placing your hand on top of his, you give it a squeeze back and lean backwards on the couch, looking for a way to ease your internal discomfort by getting comfortable externally.

“it’s been rolling for at least seven minutes, angel…” he trails off, not being able to take his eyes off your constant fidgeting with the blanket you were sharing. “are you okay?”

“mhm,” was the only thing that left your throat, making sure it came with a reassuring - yet very fake - smile to ease the tension. everything screamed that he didn’t believe you, knowing him well enough to notice it was a huge effort from him to stay quiet and not ask any more questions. jungkook thought it was best to let you be. maybe his touch was offending you? or was it the pet names he had decided to use for you as they were worth it only for you? one thing you hadn’t managed to notice, though, was the fact that his hands were the fidgety ones now. they were itching to pull you closer to him and wrap his arms around your waist like you’re used to every movie night.

“it was hilarious because taehyung was complaining about her, talking about how she had eaten the last donut and that it was his favorite flavour and he hadn’t eaten a single one. suddenly, she enters the office and you just hear him go: ‘good morning, miranda!’” tone chirpy and mocking, seokjin tells the story from his point of view, not being able to hold back the cackles that leave his lips.

“taehyung! i didn’t know you despised her that much.” covering your mouth, unlike seokjin, you giggle quietly.

“i just know you wouldn’t have done that to me, you would’ve defended that donut with your last breath,” the aforementioned man rolls his eyes, head resting on your shoulder as a pout rests on his lips.

“i’ve already apologized thrice. i was in a meeting, okay?” you shake your head as a smile slowly makes its way onto your face, looking down at taehyung and ruffling his hair.

"you look like you want to explode his head." yoongi whispers, next to jungkook who’s been looking at your interaction with a clenched jaw and his tongue prodding his cheek.

"i'm trying." jungkook admits, glaring at taehyung like he had just insulted his family when all he was doing was acting cute with you. with a forkful of pasta into his mouth, he decides to take his eyes off you, knowing deep inside him it was useless feeling like that when you were coming home with him at the end of the evening. or that’s what he hoped.

“anyone up for dessert? i am full, but my sweet tooth is asking me for that cheesecake i read on the menu. i’m willing to share.” looking around for someone wanting to share the creamy dessert with you, you lean forward, resting your weight on your forearms.

“me, me! i’ve been eyeing that cheesecake since we arrived, too.” taehyung chirps, eagerly raising his hand to call the waitress’ attention. his eagerness is short-lived, though, since jungkook speaks up.

“i want cheesecake, too. you think i could share with the two of you?”

“uh… let me ask the waitress how big the slice is.” shooting jungkook a tiny smile, you turn your attention to the kind waitress who is expectant.

in the end, you two do end up sharing the slice with jungkook, as it turned out he only wanted “a couple of spoonfuls” of the dessert. he is not a cheesecake guy, which makes you wonder what had caused him to suddenly crave some of the dessert.

leaving your bills to pay your part of the check, you get up and walk to the restroom, letting everyone know they could head out if done before you came back. they tend to complain about how long you take in the restroom, and knowing jungkook is waiting for you to ride together, you make sure you hurry.

your memory sometimes fails you. and one of those cases is tonight as you can’t seem to locate jungkook or his car. letting your legs lead you to where you think you might be able to find him, you recognize taehyung’s back and hair. he might know where jungkook is.

“for god’s sake, dude. just confess your fucking feelings for her,” taehyung groans at the younger man’s behavior, covering his face.

that sentence alone makes you halt, leaning back against the brick wall so they can’t see you. eavesdropping is not appropriate, but right this moment it feels like it is.

has he had feelings for someone else this whole time he’s been fucking you? are you his go-to option when he needs it?

“what are you talking about? we were talking about cheesecake and now you’re telling me i should confess to y/n?” jungkook scoffs, about to walk away when taehyung grabs his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

“you don’t get all whiny over cheesecake, jeon. all it took was me saying i wanted to share dessert with her for you to go all ‘oh i want dessert, too’ when you weren’t even halfway done with your pasta. you kept giving me death stares if i even breathed around her.”

“whatever,” jungkook laughs, a little too loud for his liking, making him scrunch his nose. “i’m not going to confess my feelings just because of some cheesecake.” he mocks taehyung in the last word, carefully releasing his wrist from the man’s grip, walking to the car.

does that mean… no, he never confirmed it.

“jungkook!” you call him, jogging to where he is, “are we still on for tonight? you were about to leave without me.” you adjust your purse that’s almost falling off your shoulder, rocking back and forth on your tiptoes.

“yeah, i’ve been looking forward to it all night,” he confesses, pulling you closer to his body by your waist. one of his hands removes your purse from your body, the other cupping your cheek. “you ready?”

“yeah! bye, tae-tae,” you wave at the man, flashing him a smile before getting inside the car.

the traffic at this hour is never heavy, if anything, it’s the best it’s ever been. the wind coming from outside is making you get goosebumps, but it’s nothing jungkook’s hand on your leg can’t provide relief to.

his phone lights up just as you’re reaching the last traffic light before his house.

taehyung [21:02]: i’m pretty sure she heard us talking. just so you know.

jungkook scans his phone screen, reading the text quickly before shutting off the device and placing it somewhere else where it won’t distract him.

“what did tae want?” you ask, tilting your head.

“nothing important,” he murmurs, tone leaving no room for discussion as he speeds off once the traffic light turns green. “is it my turn to pick the movie tonight?” trying to change the topic, jungkook squeezes your thigh and parks the car smoothly, but doesn’t get out yet.

“uh, i think? but maybe i can bribe you with some kisses? there’s this movie i really wanna watch,” you confess, leaning over the console once your seatbelt is off, your face dangerously close to his.

“bribing me, huh? okay, hit me with your best shot,” he smirks, hungrily latching his lips to yours, hands holding your cheek softly - the perfect juxtaposition to the way he laps at your mouth.

the kiss rides like a wave - intense when needed, but also soft at times, steadying you and leaving you craving for more. more him, more jungkook, all the time.

“mmm get inside before i change my mind,” jungkook whispers against your lips, already chasing them for more, but you’re quicker than him, getting out of the car and using your set of keys to unlock the door.

he seems pretty compliant tonight, agreeing to everything you say, letting you kiss him all you want even if you had bribed him already to choose the movie… yet he never complains, never says anything about how you’re not paying attention to the movie, eating at him or his snacks.

“did you bring your pajamas this time?” jungkook turns to look at you, moving some strands of hair off your face so he can look at the blush that’s starting to cover your cheeks. “i’m gonna take that as a no.” he snickers at your pretty much silent response, pausing the movie and pulling you to his lap.

“i keep forgetting them. i don’t really use them around you, but they’re pretty and comfortable,” a pout takes over your lips, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“i mean, i’m never against seeing you in my clothes. but you gotta start remembering to pack your pajamas, y/n.” jungkook carefully secures an arm around your waist as he moves to take off his shirt, letting it rest on your lap once taken off. “put it on. let’s get our pajamas on and then we’ll continue with the movie, sounds good?”

you nod, giving his nose a tiny kiss, enough to hear him chuckle and make you leave with a smile on your face. the floor feels cold under your bare feet as you make your way to the bathroom next to his room; the night is chilly enough that you already know you’re gonna be seeking jungkook’s body warmth throughout the night since you tend to get cold pretty easily.

it's almost like your heart is inside a cage and fighting to be set free the second jungkook's fingers trace your curves. every square inch of your body responds to him - blushing, smiling, getting goosebumps. your body knows better than your mind. and as much as you try to tell yourself that you don't have feelings for him, you do. you hope he does, too.

slipping the cotton material over your body, you look at your reflection on the mirror, adjusting the shirt so it covers your body the most it can. his shirt smells like him, like the cologne that drives you crazy and can’t get enough of. a knock interrupts your train of thought, and you open the door for him to come in as you move away from the door to collect your clothes and fold them.

“wanna know something funny?” is the first thing jungkook says as he sees you, leaning against the door frame, shamelessly eyeing your figure.

“what’s up?” you turn to him, looking at him as you finish folding your pants, recognizing the hunger in his stare but saying nothing about it.

“as i was getting dressed this morning, i kept picturing you in my clothes every time i picked out a shirt,” he starts, taking a few steps to be closer to you. “wondering which shirt of mine would look best on you. but now…” his tongue wets his lip, removing the pants from your hands and putting them next to the sink.

“n-now?” you murmur dumbly, waiting for him to keep talking.

“i think i picked it for another reason.” he pulls you closer to his body by the shirt, cradling your face in his hands. “i think i picked what shirt to wear based on what i wanted you to wear as i fucked you. or as i took it off your body.” he simply states, moving one hand down to your neck. he doesn’t even bother to apply pressure on it, he just lets his hand rest there.

"so what are you gonna do? are you gonna keep it on or should we take it off?" you trace the ink on his forearm, moving your head to place a kiss on his palm.

"wouldn't want you getting cold, would we?" his hands move you in mere seconds, letting your pelvis rest against the edge of the vanity, right in front of the mirror.

you can see him, can see the way he puts your hair up in a messy ponytail so he has space to scatter kisses around your neck, decorating it with a couple of marks. your hands replace his on your hair, holding it up the way he wants it. jungkook hums, pleased, while you quietly gasp when his hands move to your inner thighs, making you spread them wider so his hands can roam freely where they want to.

“mmm, good girl.” he praises, his fingers leaving feather-like touches on your clothed cunt before they wrap around the waistband of your underwear. jungkook crouches down as he removes them, leaving a trail of kisses on your legs, too.

“no matter,” he starts, hugging you by the waist once he’s back to his full height, “how hard i try, you’re always on my mind. it’s not fair.”

“it’s as fair as it can be. you’re always on mine, too,” you whisper to him, almost like you’re telling him a secret, even if it’s just the two of you in the room.

maybe it is a secret with the way you’re baring your heart to him by saying that.

silence follows your words, filling your chest with something close to restlessness. had it been too much? did you cross the line with your words? your gaze moves to the floor, enjoying his embrace the most you can because you’re sure he’s gonna step away–

“look at me. not at my reflection, but at me,” he orders, and you’re surprised by the way you quickly obey, without second thoughts.

“what’s going on in that little head of yours, angel?” jungkook whispers, hovering your lips, giving you space to talk freely.

jungkook’s not sure what just happened. he is sure, though, that with the way your expression fell in that moment, he doesn’t wanna see that again, ever. the sincerity in your eyes when you confessed that he’s constantly in your mind too had made him feel… something. not sure what to make of it, but with a persistent thought in his head:

taehyung was right.

“i want you.” you respond after a while, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. your nose nudges his playfully, a grin on your mouth rapidly replaced by his lips on yours.

jungkook kisses you as if he’s never going to see you again, feeling lonely when your mouth’s not on his, when your body is half an inch further than he’d like it to be. his lips chase yours, they chase the sweet, lingering taste of the chamomile tea you had drank during the movie.

the movie. he doesn’t even know what the fuck it had been about since he was just thinking about you, when you were next to him the whole time. what if taehyung found the way to your heart and stole you from him? he should confess, shouldn’t he?

at least he’s past the denial phase.

your confession should be more than enough for him to know you probably feel the same too. unless you’re constantly thinking about him because you’re needy, because you want him.

deciding to shove those thoughts away, he pulls away from the kiss, pushing you with a hand on your back so your chest is against the vanity, making you hiss at its coldness.

“thought you were gonna fuck me with it on,” you confess, angling your hips so they’re slightly lifted. you rest your chin on your forearms, finding a comfortable position; you know you’ll be here for a long time before he fucks you.

“tsk, who says i’m not? don’t be greedy,” he tsks, running his cold hands over the warm skin of your butt, squeezing it a little. “i don’t think i’ve ever fucked you in front of a mirror, have i?”

“nuh-uh. there’s always a first time with you.”

there’s this side to you that only comes out when jungkook’s around. he knows who you truly are and helps you express that side, a judgment-free zone if you will. if restlessness ever clouds your thoughts, a look from jungkook is all you need for everything to quiet down and dissipate.

“keep your eyes on me, or i’ll stop.” jungkook leans down to leave a trail of kisses on your upper back, allowing you to feel his hard-on right on your butt. “y/n.” biting down on your skin, hard enough to leave a tiny mark, he tilts his head when you only blink at him, whining desperately. “did you hear what i said?”

“yeah, yeah, not taking my eyes off you,” you reply, gripping the counter as his fingers make contact with your now-bare cunt, collecting your wetness before easing two fingers in one go.

every drag of his fingers inside you manages to turn you into a moaning mess, legs trembling because of his touch, eyes trained on his just like he expected. it takes a huge effort from you to not close your eyes once he curls his fingers, aiming for your g-spot.

“look so pretty bent over the sink for me, aren’t you my pretty girl?” he whispers, hot breath fanning in your ear as the fingers from his free hand move to rub your clit, enjoying the way he can tell you’re about to lose it. when jungkook has you like this, you let your inhibitions get lost. your body trusts jungkook, feeling safe under him, letting him do whatever he wants to you because you know he would never hurt you.

it’s about time your heart trusts him, too.

you manage to nod, trying to keep your eyes open as he instructed you to. the sound of your whimpers and loud moans fill the bathroom; as jungkook pulls you by the hair so your back is against his chest, you lean your head on his shoulder, turning your head so you can kiss his neck.

“words, princess. let me hear you say it.” he requests, slowing his thrusts as he expects your reply.

“i-i’m your pretty g-girl. i’m jungkook’s pretty girl,” you whine, hips having a mind of their own and rutting against his hand to get some more friction.

“what was that? i’m sure you can be louder. no need to be shy.” he pouts, smirking condescendingly right after he angles his palm so your clit rubs against it, thumb wiping the fallen tears on your cheeks.

“i’m your pretty girl, fuck! jungkook, please. i need you.” moving your head to face him through the mirror, your hands grip his forearms in order to control yourself. “yours, all yours. just– take me, please.”

he takes his sweet time with you that night, reminding you that you’re his, and reassuring himself he’s not gonna lose you. even if the voices in his head wouldn’t shut up about how he could lose you any second, the way your hands reach out for him so you can hold him a little longer, how you won’t stop showering him with kisses as your eyes struggle to stay open because of how tired he has left you…

eventually, sleep wins the fight. you pull the blanket jungkook got you closer to your body, scooting closer to his body - his chest has always been more comfortable to you than a pillow - and clinging to him like a koala.

he can’t take his eyes off you. you’re laying there, asleep, and he feels like you’ve cast a spell on him. when jungkook used to think about you, he’d either picture you naked or as someone who’d be there unconditionally like the great friend you are.

however, now? he cannot focus on anything other than your lips and how he yearns to kiss them over and over again just to hear your muffled, angelical giggles; how your body feels meant to be next to his like two puzzle pieces.

despite the fact that everyone can see how much time you two spend together, they know you’re not dating. they know about your - basically - best friends-with-benefits relationship, leaving both of you on the market. all that jungkook can think about is changing everyone’s line of reasoning from “they’re fucking” to “they’re dating”, they’re in a relationship”.

yeah, he’s screwed.

he feels like his heart is gonna explode, and he tries to convince himself with all of his might that it’s because of the way you look tonight and not because of taehyung’s arm around your waist as you both move to the table you got assigned for tonight. if he could rip it off your body, he would, but the weight of someone else’s body on his arm reminds him you’re not his date, this other girl is. he’s walking with somebody else, too, so he has to keep it together for the sake of jimin’s party.

when jimin sent the invitation to the group chat, both of you felt excited and had already started to plan what you’d wear, who was going to drive who, and what you two were going to gift him. the conversation fell when you reached the bottom of the invitation, where in bold, it said: remember to bring a date!

sure, it said other things, but that was all both of you could focus on.

“so… uh, you and i are not dating–”

“yeah,” you squeak, interrupting jungkook. “we aren’t, so we should find a date, right?”

“yup, you could go with taehyung! he’d love that,” jungkook lets out an insincere laugh, keeping himself busy with another app to stop thinking about how badly he wanted to be your date.

fast forward to today and jealousy is eating him alive. that night, he had texted jimin privately, asking him to sit you at another table in order to keep his feelings controlled, to be able to spend time with leslie, his date for the party. now, he doesn’t know if it was a good idea.

you two fit perfectly together, he realizes. he’s mesmerized by you, the color of your dress suits your skin incredibly well and he finds himself smiling when he sees the way you grin at the others at your table, greeting them quickly in order to continue listening to whatever taehyung is telling you.

right, taehyung.

he’s one second away from getting up, chair in hand, to sit between the two of you because he can’t stand one of his closest friends taking his place, talking to his girl.

“is everything okay?” leslie asks, noticing jungkook’s clenched jaw and tight grip on the tablecloth.

“what? yeah, why do you ask?” he turns to look at her, eyebrows furrowed together subconsciously. he’s quick to soften his gaze, moving his chair so it’s closer to leslie’s.

“you seemed… angry, i don’t know. if something’s bothering you, we can leave,” she suggests, wrapping a hand around his wrist, trying to intertwine her fingers with his.

“the party hasn’t even started,” he scoffs, pressing his lips together right after. “sorry, i’ll keep it in mind, okay? i’m just a little distracted, had a small situation at work before coming here, that’s why i was late.”

because he was certainly not debating whether he should go to the party if it meant seeing you with somebody else. nah, not at all.

jungkook manages to keep his feelings at bay for the second half of the night. almost like the situation had been flipped around since you’re the one about to lose it now.

the food was delicious, taehyung kept making you laugh every now and then with his funny stories and bad jokes, you had also met namjoon’s girlfriend, kimberly. everything was sailing smoothly. jungkook who?

that was, of course, until he and his date joined the other couples on the dancefloor. you feel like they’re dancing on top of your table, too close for your liking. too close to you, too close to each other. leslie keeps laughing like a teenager in love at prom; at this point, you think he’s a second away from kissing her if you don’t do something soon. taehyung’s deep in conversation with jimin, so that leaves you without your dance partner.

almost as if he’d read your mind, jimin stands up and pulls the two of you to the dancefloor. taehyung moves his free arm to be able to reach your hand, making sure you don’t get lost in the crowd. bingo, you think to yourself, standing up and reaching for his hand, securing your grip on his.

“i love this song, i was about to interrupt your conversation,” you confess, taking advantage of the position you’re in now that taehyung spun you around to the rhythm of the music to peek around the room, trying to locate jungkook.

your eyes meet his almost instantly, your gaze changing from soft to something close to “did i interrupt something?” when you see how close leslie’s mouth is to his. jungkook steps away from her at breakneck speed, making you smirk now that your line of sight is not infected. you don’t mind taehyung pulling you closer to his body if it means giving jungkook a taste of his own medicine. besides, his grip feels snug.

“didn’t know you were such a good dancer,” taehyung’s warm breath in your ear startles you.

“we’ve never had the privilege of dancing together, have we?” the music is loud enough, almost like you’re in a club, making you lean to talk in his ear too.

you don’t step away or move your head when taehyung cups your cheek and makes you look at him, not even when he tilts his head and his eyes flutter shut, lips mere inches away from yours.

“y/n, i think i left my gift in your car, can we go get it?” jungkook’s voice is heard out of nowhere, making taehyung jump and step away from you.

“but we didn’t even r–”

“now,” he growls, reaching for your hand.

there’s a tiny window open for you to refuse if you don’t want to listen to him. jungkook could be filled with rage, but he’d never force you to do something you don’t feel like doing. the moment you take your hand in his, he leads you to the hallway, hoping you two could have a decent conversation.

“this is not the way to the parking lot, i should’ve guessed you were bringing me somewhere else since we didn’t ride together, but i still don’t understand what we’re doing–”

you’re hotly interrupted by jungkook. “were you about to kiss taehyung?”

“were you about to kiss leslie before i caught you redhanded?” you closely scrutinize his body language.

he is not going to put the blame on you, oh hell no.

“i think i asked you first, y/n. were you, or were you not?” he questions you again, tongue prodding his cheek.

“last time i checked, you’re not blind. you definitely saw my lips hovering over his, his hands on my waist, my chest pressed to his…” you trail off, biting your lip to contain the smirk that’s about to take place on your lips.

“if you were so okay with him kissing you, why did you get all bothered by me being close to leslie? if i recall correctly, she was standing close to me like this,” he pulls you to him by the waist, wrapping your arms around his neck. “and i was here…” he leans down, about to kiss you until you push him off you.

“if you wanna go kiss her, just go. sorry i interrupted your majestic movie scene with my jealousy.” it escapes your mouth before you could even think twice about it. your arms, that were still wrapped around his neck, leave his body in order for you to be able to cover your mouth.

“what was that? i’m sure you can be louder. no need to be shy.” he uses the same sentence he uttered the other day in his bathroom, enjoying the way you get all flustered.

“imma go shove my tongue down taehyung’s throat. this is a waste of time.” you spit, eyeing him up and down before turning around and taking a couple of steps.

“over my dead body, get the fuck back here and kiss me,” he practically growls, making you halt in your steps.

“not so cool picturing the other person about to kiss someone else who’s not you, is it?” you reply, back still turned to him.

“i was not joking when i said you should kiss me. i was also not joking when i called you my pretty girl the other day.”

that makes you turn to look at him.

“it was the heat of the moment, don’t twist your words.” you’re able to recognize when jungkook is bullshitting his way through life, and you hope this is not one of those moments because that is the closest thing you’re ever gonna get to a confession coming from him.

“i’m not.” he simply states, walking up to you. “if what you felt tonight was indeed jealousy, then i’m not ashamed to say i’ve spent the whole night imagining it was me holding your hand in front of everyone, holding you close, making you laugh and dancing so close to you.”

“why now?” you ask, deciding to break the one-step barrier between the two of you, being able to spit one question out of the thousand in your head.

“because i hated seeing someone else take my place, and i’ve tried to hide it. i’ve tried to ignore these feelings, but i can’t anymore.” he gulps, throwing his head back in exasperation. “my date, you were supposed to be my date. not leslie.”

“why didn’t you say something?”

“why didn’t you say something?” jungkook returns the question, obviously a nervous mess because of your interrogation.

“look, can we pretend i never mentioned i felt jealous? it was stupid and useless and this conversation’s going nowhere.” typical you trying to escape everything that seems complicated.

“too bad, y/n. because i’m not letting you go so easily now that i know you feel the same way.”

before you know it, jungkook’s kissing you. if he’s kissed you before, this kiss makes you forget all those previous kisses. nothing feels better than the way jungkook leaves you breathless just by licking your bottom lip, or the way he breaks the kiss for a nanosecond before tilting his head to deepen the second best kiss you’ve ever had.

the need for air becomes predominant, making you reluctantly step away from him. jungkook is quick to chase your mouth, eyes still closed and a low whine leaving his mouth.

“mmm. let’s go home, ‘kay?” you giggle, cupping his face like he usually does to you.

“i’ll follow you everywhere, y/n.”

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dearlyjoonie · 11 months

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New Books | KNJ

Pairing: booklover!namjoon x bookshop worker!reader

Genre: college au / non-idol au / romance / strangers to lovers / fluff

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, first date, they're both book nerds, both are obsessed with each other actually (!!!), possible book spoilers kinda??

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: you catch feelings for a customer at the bookstore <3

author's note!: my first one-shot! i have been so unsure about writing one-shots, but i thought i'd give it my best shot. this was more or less just writing practice for me, but i honestly got this idea because it's something that i have always wanted to happen to me LOL (meeting a cute boy at a bookstore?!? c'mon!! a girl can dream...). i included some of joonie's favorite books in this... iykyk. i was also inspired by this specific prompt i saw. i honestly love these characters so much, im already attached to them lol cause wtf!! they are so adorable. i aplologize if the ending seems a bit rushed, i was trying to avoid a high word count and just cut to the chase. also, what is my thing with writing bookish characters? anyway, i hope you enjoy & as always feedback is appreciated! 💗

The time is nearing 8pm, and you’re anxiously awaiting for your shift at the bookstore to be over so you can get back to your dorm and work on some homework. You picked up a part-time job at the bookstore at your university for the chance to make some extra money while still attending school.

“You doing anything tonight?” Your coworker asks you, while the two of you clean up and get ready to close the registers.

You nod, then reply with a chuckle. “Yeah, studying.”

It was pretty much all you did most of the time. Afterall, being a law-student wasn’t exactly easy.

“Again?” She sighs, as she straightens up a display in front of the register. “You did that last night too.”

“Sorry,” You laugh. “I can’t help it that I always have homework. It’s kinda part of you know… school. You’d know that if you didn’t skip multiple times a week.” You retort.

She rolls her eyes and laughs, then goes to say something back but is cut off when the door opens and a customer enters. You both turn to watch as the boy enters and starts to browse the shelves, seemingly unaware that the store is closing soon.

“Ugh seriously…” She sighs, irritated. “Who comes in a half-hour before closing to shop around?”

“Maybe he doesn’t know.” You shrug.

“It’s posted right on the door,” She replies. “He obviously just refused to read it.”

“Relax,” You chuckle, as you make to leave from behind the register. “I’ll see if I can get him to leave.”

You walk the aisles, trying to find him, before you spot him in the classics section.

“Just so you know,” You announce as you approach him. “We close in 30 minutes.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He apologizes, even though he doesn’t have to. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

He turns to face you, which allows you to get a better look at him.

Shit. He’s cute.

He’s dressed casually — jeans and a sweatshirt, which is similar to probably what you’d be wearing if you weren’t working, but he just looks effortlessly attractive, along with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and book bag slung over his shoulder.

Your eyes drop to the books he has in his hand, and you recognize some familiar books you’ve read before as well.

“You have good taste.” You smirk as you nod towards the stack of books in his hand.

His gaze follows, and he suddenly appears shy that you noticed his book choices.

“I’ve read this one before,” He states as he lifts up the copy of 1984 that he had in his hand. “I liked it a lot but I never actually owned a copy of it. Funny isn’t it?” He smiles.

He has dimples.

“I never liked that one that much, if I’m being honest. I can’t say I’m that much of a fan of Orwell’s work.” You smile. “I always preferred Jane Austen or Louisa May Alcott. But either way, if I liked the book or not, I always thought that the classics deserved to be read.”

You pause with a laugh.

“That is, of course if I don’t get bored one chapter in.”

He smiles at your humor.

“What else have you read?” He asks, as he seems interested now in your taste in books.

“Well, lately all I have been reading is romance, so I doubt you’d be interested in that.” You laugh. “But, recently I read The Alchemist, I thought that one was pretty good.”

“Oh really?” His expression lights up. “My roommate loves that book, it’s his favorite.”

You smile back at him.

“I’ve been in here quite a few times, I’ve never seen you before.” He adds.

“I just started working here a few months ago,” You say. “I just work here a couple days for some extra money while I go to school, and I read a lot of books; so it’s fun for me.” He nods.

“Probably not good though, considering I just spend more and more money on books.” You both laugh.

“I better get going,” He checks his watch, realizing the time. “…Before you kick me out. I swear, I would’ve been here earlier, but my class ran late so I didn’t get a chance to.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re just cutting into my big night of studying, that’s all.” You sarcastically remark.

You watch him as he suddenly sets the books he once had in his hands, back down on the shelf.

“I thought you wanted to buy those?” You eye him, confused.

“No, I’ll come back,” He smirks as he adjusts his book bag over his shoulder. “Gives me another excuse to, anyway.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“Hey,” You greet your coworker with a smile as you come in for your shift. You shove your bag and iced coffee behind the counter, having just come from class. “How’s it been today?”

“Not too busy, I’ve just spent most of the time stocking,” She says as she straightens up, trying to look busy, making you chuckle at her.

“He’s here again, by the way.”

“Who?” You’re confused, at first you don’t know who she’s talking about.

“The guy from last night. He came in again.” She continues, as you suddenly feel excitement wash over you. She smirks at you as she realizes.

“Y/n, what happened with the two of you last night?”

You shake your head, even though there’s no denying the blush that forms on your cheeks.

“Nothing, we just talked. But he was cute. and we have similar taste in books.”

“I think he’s still here, he came in not long before you.” She says. “Go find him and talk to him.” She urges you on.

“I don’t even know his name!” You say, then laugh. “What am I going to even say?”

“Don’t think about it so hard, just go!” She smiles, then jokingly shoves you away.

You start making your way down one of the aisles, the you turn the corner to enter the next one over when you’re stopped short & bump into somebody.

A small pile of books fall to the floor, and you immediately bend down to pick them up for the poor person you just collided with.

“I’m so sorry!” You apologize, then nervously laugh. “That’s my own fault for walking too fast. I wasn’t looking.”

“That’s okay,” The person chuckles, now bending down across from you to help you. “It’s not too often that I’m not the clumsy one.”

That voice.

You look up at the person in front of you and realize you do recognize that voice, it’s the boy from last night.

He looks just as good as he did last night, only this time he’s not wearing his glasses.

“I was hoping you’d be here, I didn’t see you when I came in.”

“Yeah, I can make quite the appearance can’t I,” You laugh, handing him the books you gathered off the floor. “I was hoping to properly introduce myself but it looks like that isn’t happening. I’m y/n." You introduce yourself.

“Namjoon,” He smiles, then he appears shy as he hesitates to ask you the next question. “Listen…I was wondering maybe if you wanted to do something later? I’d like to talk to you more, hopefully when you’re not working.” He laughs slightly.

You nod and keep your composure even though you literally feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest any second.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

“Yeah, I would like that. I get off at 7.” You reply. “I’ll see if my friend can close up for me.”

Namjoon nods, “I’ll come back here around 7 to pick you up. You like coffee?”

“Love it.”

“Perfect,” Namjoon smiles at you. “I’ll see you later.”

You wave goodbye to him and immediately leave to find your coworker and tell her you had to leave a little early, and you find her stocking a shelf.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” You say aloud as you make your way over to her.

“What happened?” She asks, shoving a small stack of books on a shelf.

“He just asked me out tonight,” You’re beaming, “I can’t believe it.”

“Y/n!” She turns to face you. “You’re supposed to close with me, did you forget?”

“Yeah… about that… would you be able to do it alone tonight? It’s only 1 hour.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She shrugs you off. “You know me, I can handle it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

It’s exactly 7 o’clock when Namjoon comes back to the bookstore, and you’re practically at the door waiting for him when he arrives.

“You ready to go?” Namjoon asks when he enters, and he laughs when he notices that you were pacing by the door.

“Yeah, let me grab my things.” You reply, then briefly walk away to grab your purse.

“Have fun,” Your coworker says to you as you go behind the counter to grab your bag. “I want all the details when you get back.” She smirks.

You roll your eyes and laugh.

“Of course.” You sarcastically reply. “If you need help with anything tonight just text me, I’ll try to be of help as best as I can.”

“I’ll be fine!” She insists. “Just don’t bore him to death and talk about just books, okay?”

“Shut up!” You smile. “Bye.”

You leave her and go back over to Namjoon, who is patiently waiting for you.

“Where are we going?” You ask him as he opens the door for you to exit first, and he follows behind you.

“There’s a coffee shop not far down the street,” He replies. “We can just walk there, it’s just a few minutes.”

You arrive at the coffee shop, taking your seats at a table seated by the window, a spot Namjoon claimed to be his favorite.

“I’ll order our drinks,” Namjoon says, as he pulls out your chair for you to allow you to sit down.

What a gentleman.

“What do you like to drink?”

“Iced americano is my favorite.” You reply.

He smiles. “I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon comes back minutes later, both drinks in his hands and sets them down on the table, taking a seat across from you at your table.

You don’t see him watching you at first because you're momentarily rummaging through your bag to find your chapstick that seems to get lost in there. You glance up to notice him.

“Thank you,” You nod towards the iced americano he placed in front of you, then laugh. “Sorry I was looking for my stupid chapstick, everything seems to get lost in here. It doesn't help that I carry so much shit with me at all times.” You open your bag to him, so he can see it’s full, but his eyes zero in on something else.

“You carry a book with you everywhere?” Namjoon questions, curious.

“Yeah,” You laugh despite yourself, taking it out of your bag. “Normally I just have it to read to kill some time between classes or when work is slow.”

“You figured there’d be lot’s of down time for some reading tonight?” Namjoon jokes, then takes the book out of your hand to get a better look at it.

“I’ve read this one before.” He examines the cover.

“You’ve read Me Before You?” You ask him. “I’m kind of surprised.”

“Why?” Namjoon asks, confused, brows furrowed as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“I just didn’t think that guys read books like these, it's pretty romance-y if you ask me,” you continue. “A girl getting a job as a sort of ‘caretaker’ to show a quadriplegic that despite his handicap that life is still worth living when he doesn’t believe it to be, then she falls in love with him? Sorry, I just don’t see guys enjoying that type of book.” You smirk.

“In my defense, it’s considered fiction, not romance.” Namjoon laughs.

The evening progresses, and eventually you both decide to call it a night... especially considering you had an 8am class the next morning.

"Let me walk you to your car." Namjoon says, as the two of you exit the coffee shop.

"Joon, it's like ten feet from here." You laugh.

He smiles. It's your first date and you're already using a nickname for him. Something tells him this won't be the last time that he sees you.

"No I want to, c'mon." Namjoon insists, as he grabs your hand.

After whats about a 10 foot walk, you arrive at your car, your hands still interlocked together.

"I had fun tonight," You tell him, smiling at him. "Are you going to come by the store tomorrow? I'm working after class."

He nods, smiling back at you as his dimples appear.

"Yeah, I think I will."

He glances down for a moment at your hand, and chuckles a bit to himself when he realizes that you've started to fidget with his fingers that still remain in your grasp.

He looks back up at you, your eyes meeting again.

"I would very much like to kiss you." Namjoon blatantly states, his gaze falling to your lips briefly.

You nod. "Please."

It's the only word you can manage to get out before he's gripping you by your waist and pulling you closer to him, and his soft lips are on yours as he kisses you tentatively at first, but deepens once he feels your hand on his cheek, then your fingers threading through his long hair at the nape of his neck.

He pulls away, your faces still close to one another, and you're left nearly breathless, your heart beating so hard you're sure he can hear it.

"Goodnight y/n," Namjoon says, smiling again. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

You notice him still smiling as he starts to leave, and you're left standing at your car, looking probably like a total idiot, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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↳ Index [Chapter 04 - Backseats]

Pairing: Jungkook x Taehyung

Warnings: very graphic Smut, angsty Romance, hatred *wink wink*, cursing, angry sexual tension, sub!Jungkook, hard Dom!Taehyung, sadistic!Taehyung, masochist!Jungkook, Sir kink, car sex, size kink, they both have massive fucking cocks, frotting, major blood kink, using blood as lube (don’t actually do that irl), rough blood drinking, rough anal sex, rough edging, this just really rough yk, graphic dirty talk, degradation, degrading nicknames (bitchboy, slut, whore, fuckhole, cum dump), forced?stripping (he rips off his clothes), rough choking & breathplay, slapping, spanking, face fucking with fingers, drool & tears, Tae quite literally fucks Kook stupid, talks about fisting, mentions of voyerism, fang examination, creampies, biting, peeing from pleasure, Taehyung is a literal demon like wtf my dude, subdrop & regret, but the sweetest aftercare!!, cuddles, post-sex emotional talk, talks about lgbtq+ & vampire struggles, hints to grief & loss, descriptions of past torture, the bonding in this is chef's kiss

Wordcount: 13.7k

a/n: honestly i am 😶 i don't even know what to say other than bruh 😶 disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does not portray their actual relationship.

Munich. That’s where your journey is taking you next. You left in the grey of the morning, sharing the cars Yoongi’s contact managed to deliver to you. Two black SUVs with their back windows tinted and enough space to house each of you comfortably. You shared the car with Yoongi and Jungkook, while the rest shared the other car.

The drive was quiet, except for the music you played on the radio. Jungkook took on the job as DJ and the songs he picked out were all very nice. He also filled the car with his singing, which you and Yoongi enjoyed greatly. If he wasn’t singing, he either looked out the window or chatted with you. After all, you and he had a lot of catching up to do.

He told you about his progress and you praised him for being so hardworking. He also told you about his guitar lessons with Yoongi and you made them promise you that they would play something for you very soon. While you told him about the progress with the estate to which he said that he can’t wait to see it. You also chatted about your shared time at the university to which both vampires said that they would never try again as the experience was less exciting than they thought it would be.

Upon arriving, you had just about enough time to check into your rooms before your schedule already dragged you out of the comfort of your temporary home again, to instead meet in the lobby. You were hungry, so Hoseok agreed on taking you out for late lunch to the hotel restaurant. Yoongi agreed to accompany Seokjin on his search for Emma as his contact in Munich didn’t have time today and he would have had free time either way. Which left Taehyung and Jungkook with the duty to follow a trail to a supposed meeting of Namjoon’s followers. Jungkook volunteered and somehow Taehyung wanted to come with him, which earned him a weird look from Jungkook.

They are taking one of the SUVs to the location. An abandoned soap factory a little outside of Munich with its windows boarded up and the gates chained up. Yoongi showed them a picture. Jungkook drives while Taehyung tells him the way. The drive was silent for the first third of it. Tension hangs in the air. It is heavy and thick.

“Do you listen to music?” Taehyung asks into the uncomfortable silence. The sound of his voice almost startled Jungkook. He was so used to the suffocating quiet.

“Yes”, he answers him dryly.

“Do you want to listen to music?”

“I guess.”

Taehyung turns the radio on.

“News”, he says.

“Change the channel.”

Taehyung does exactly that. The newest pop song is playing. They tuned in on it in the middle of its verse. The singer sings about breaking up with her boyfriend to get back with her ex. It’s a stupid song and neither vampire enjoys it. It’s better than radio news however. Or tense silence.

“That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, better than news."

“I agree”, Taehyung says, “you have to take the next turn left.”

“Mhm.”

Jungkook changes into the correct lane after looking over his shoulder. The red light stops them at the junction. There are three cars behind them and a small car is right next to them. They tower over it.

Jungkook stares at the light obsessively, while Taehyung glances at Jungkook. The latter feels his eyes on him with such intensity that he wants to scream. The tension between them feels suffocating to Jungkook.

“I think of what we did often”, Taehyung confesses.

Jungkook clenches his jaw, tightening his fingers on the steering wheel.

“I sometimes wish that our situation would have been different. That we did what we did because we wanted it to happen”, Taehyung says, running his eyes up and down the side of Jungkook’s face. The frown on it doesn’t confuse him.

“I have this fantasy with you”, he says.

“Keep it to yourself.”

Taehyung ignores him.

“I have this fantasy with you. That we were at a kink party instead of the prison cell and that you did what you did to me because we wanted to engage in kink with each other.”

The light switches to green. Jungkook drives off quickly, taking the turn with a certain kind of anger. Taehyung’s body sways from left to right because of it.

“You have to take the second right turn now.”

“Mhm.”

“And afterwards we would have fucked on the floor”, Taehyung continues, soaking the air with more and more heavy tension.

Jungkook shifts into fourth gear. Taehyung watches how his tattooed fingers close around the gearstick. He presses his legs together because of it. The view reminds him of what he did to him.

“Why did you refuse to fuck me when I offered? I was helpless, you could have taken me however you wanted to. You could have done so over and over again until I would have been reduced to nothing.”

Jungkook glances at Taehyung from the corner of his eyes. The explicit nature of Taehyung’s words flusters him.

“You could have ruined me. Why didn’t you?” Taehyung asks him.

“Because I didn’t want to fuck you.”

“You didn’t want to?”

Jungkook frowns. Taehyung follows his hand as he slips it back onto the steering wheel.

“I don’t want to”, Jungkook grumbles.

“Are you certain?”

“Very.”

“Truly?”

Jungkook stays quiet, taking the second turn right.

“You have to keep driving until the street ends. We should be there then.”

“Mhm.”

Taehyung lowers his phone to his lap, turning his knees to Jungkook.

“Do you know how to fuck?”

“Why should I tell you that?”

“Because I am trying to figure out why you didn’t take me.”

“You’re so fucking self-obsessed. Maybe I just didn’t want to be close to you.”

“So why did you kiss me?”

Jungkook grinds his teeth.

“Why did you suck my cock?”

Jungkook almost breaks the steering wheel.

“Those things are both very intimate.”

“They weren’t. I just wanted to show you what I could do.”

“So you wanted to show off?”

“No”, Jungkook hisses, “listen man. I did what I did because you deserved it. You needed to know how it is when someone forces you to lose control. What I did to you meant nothing to me.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

“Truly?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That’s your own fault then.”

Taehyung studies his face.

“Also, I know how to fuck.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“I never said that you were”, Taehyung scoots closer to Jungkook, making the latter shift nervously, “how good are you?”

“Very.”

Jungkook has no idea why he tells Taehyung such details about his life. And most importantly, why he lies. He and Taehyung both know that Jungkook can’t fuck people because of his curse. Jungkook still lies. He doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s stupidity. Maybe it’s pride. He doesn’t know.

“Do you take cock or do you give it?”

Jungkook shifts, glancing at Taehyung.

“Why should I tell you?”

“I wasn’t the one who continued to talk about it.”

Jungkook frowns, pressing his lips together just so he couldn’t talk again. He said too much. Stupid fucking competitiveness. Why does he always need to prove to anyone that he is the best at everything? Now Taehyung probably thinks that this was his invitation to fuck.

“You should have showed me back then”, Taehyung says.

“Keep dreaming”, Jungkook grumbles and turns off the engine, “we’re here”, he says, leaving the car. He slams the door on his way out.

Taehyung watches him stomp to the closed gate and then begin tugging at it. Taehyung enjoys today. He doesn’t feel as sad in Jungkook’s presence as he does on other occasions. The thrill of getting Jungkook to confess his attraction to him distracts Taehyung. Just like a good hunt does, it fills him with endorphins. That is why he volunteered to go with him. Because being with Jungkook distracts Taehyung from the fact that his best friend died.

Jungkook begins ripping at the thick chains which keep the gate locked. He seems to be struggling, which surprises Taehyung as he expected Jungkook to be able to rip through chains. A training Ripper of his age should be able to break chains. Taehyung’s eyes flit to the exposed tattoos on Jungkook’s arm. Unless those tattoos mean… Taehyung widens his eyes. Jungkook lost his arm as a human. That is why he is struggling. Because he still has a human arm.

Taehyung gets out of the car and hurries to Jungkook, feeling the need to help him.

“May I help you?” Taehyung asks Jungkook, resting his hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook shakes him off with a hiss.

“No. Piss off”, he hisses.

“Are you struggling?” Taehyung asks him, stepping closer again.

“No”, Jungkook growls and tugs harder. The chains don’t budge. Jungkook curses, dropping them, “it’s fucking useless, they’re rusted shut”, he spits, taking a step back and colliding with Taehyung’s chest.

“Careful”, Taehyung gasps, holding Jungkook’s waist.

“Fuck off”, Jungkook spits, writhing out of the touch, “why do you keep touching me?”

“I wasn’t. You ran into me.”

Jungkook studies Taehyung’s features with a frown. There is this desire to punch him deep inside his chest. Even deeper however, there is the desire to take him and press him against this gate to kiss him just so he would finally shut up. Jungkook hates that feeling.

“Fuck, let’s just leave. It’s useless trying”, he says in hopes of diffusing the tension.

“Let me”, Taehyung says, pushing him to the side. With one tug, the chains fall open, pooling by their feet, “done.”

“Tch. I could have done that too”, Jungkook says, looking to the side in embarrassment.

“And yet you didn’t”, Taehyung says, giving him a flirty grin, “that’s what I’m here for.”

Jungkook feels tingly in his stomach. Involuntary tingles, but tingles nonetheless. He forces them down, tries to ignore them, tightens his jaw.

“Fuck, you’re so annoying. I never should have jerked you off”, Jungkook murmurs and turns to leave.

Taehyung feels butterflies in his stomach. Jungkook addressed it. He initiated it. Oh, the game is getting more and more fun. Taehyung turns with a giggle, looking at Jungkook with a fluttering tummy.

Jungkook stops, opening the car door. He looks at Taehyung.

“What are you staring at? Are you coming or not?” he asks coldly.

“Drive without me. I am going to check it out”, Taehyung says and disappears, leaving Jungkook behind.

“Seriously?” Jungkook says, “fucking prick. Of course you wanna steal all the glory”, he mumbles and gets into the car to drive up the short road to the factory.

Jungkook knew that the situation between him and Taehyung would be awkward once they see each other again. Back when they left you at the motel so you could talk it out with Yoongi, they almost shared a kiss. Taehyung followed Jungkook all the way outside and pressed him against the car and till this day, Jungkook can’t get that moment out of his head. He hates how much he wanted to kiss Taehyung back then and how much he still craves his kiss. He hates it. Hates it so fucking much. He is supposed to loathe him, but he wants to kiss him. Jungkook is so angry at himself for feeling that way.

And now Taehyung is back and it seems that he wants to continue right where they left off. With Jungkook trying his hardest to deny his stupid attraction to him and Taehyung trying way too hard to break his composure.

Jungkook parks the car in front of the factory’s main doors, turning off the engine. The factory doors are ripped out of their hinges and he can hear yelling inside. Jungkook stays seated, staring at his own hands. He needs to think.

There were many nights where he replayed what they did in the prison. He does it right now too. Involuntarily, but still, it’s in his head which makes it too relevant. He repeats Taehyung’s moans and sighs, the way his cock sat in his fingers and how heavy it was on his tongue. Jungkook replays their shared kiss and the taste of the blood they shared. He replays it and fucking hates that he gets off to it. On most nights when those thoughts hit him, Jungkook looked for a distraction by letting Yoongi fuck him until he was dumb and brainless, but the distraction only helped for a little while. Jungkook was attracted to Taehyung ever since the night they shared. There was no denying that. And no amount of distraction could help him get rid of it.

Jungkook gets out of the car. He has to help Taehyung. If he wanted to or not. Taehyung was still part of the team and Jungkook shouldn’t slack on protecting his teammates. He closes his leather jacket and puts on his gloves. He needs to make sure his tattoos are covered. It could end badly for him otherwise. His thoughts are racing as he gets ready for the fight.

He should have known that something like sharing blood with Taehyung would establish a bond between them. It’s Jungkook after all and Jungkook doesn’t have enough control over his nature yet to distinguish between honest attraction and the attraction a blood bond forms. And right now the attraction they share feels way too goddamn real to him.

He slams the car door shut. Stupid Taehyung. Why did he have to tempt him so much? Jungkook stomps up the short path and enters the factory, squeaking in shock when a person collides with the wall next to him.

They turn into dust on impact, leaving Jungkook to cough and stumble away.

“What the hell is going on here?” he says, eyes flitting to Taehyung chasing after the last remaining vampire. The grounds are covered in dust. At least ten piles of them. Maybe even more. Jungkook can’t tell. The factory grounds are too dirty.

“Please don’t. Why are you doing this?!” the vampire screams as they flee.

Taehyung jumps and uses the momentum to rip off the vampire’s head. He lands skilfully, dropping the head of the vampire he just killed. Their body turns to dust within seconds.

“Stay dead”, he says coldly and wipes the blood off of his face.

This felt good. It felt better than last time. Last time left him out of control and in pain. This time around, he was in complete control and it felt healing to rip through Namjoon’s followers. One vampire at a time he will avenge Jimin’s death. Taehyung felt great killing if it meant that his best friend will be avenged.

Sharp pain shoots through his hand. Taehyung looks at it. His knuckles are bruised from breaking them on a vampire’s face. He moves his fingers, hissing in discomfort, “fractured.”

It will heal, so Taehyung doesn’t really care. He does care about his clothes however. A grey suit with a white button up. It was tailored to his figure. The fabric is soaked in black blood. Some of it is his own, most of it is the blood of the vampires he just murdered.

“This suit is ruined”, he murmurs, using his handkerchief to clean his chest even if it was beyond saving. “Oh, how terrible. I won’t ever get this clean again. How terribly annoying.”

“Ahem.”

Taehyung turns to Jungkook upon hearing him clear his throat. The young Ripper is staring at him in a mixture of disbelief, awe and disgust.

“Finally you are here”, Taehyung says, strutting to Jungkook, “I already took care of it.”

“I can see that. What the hell, man? What if they weren’t even Namjoon’s followers?”

“Trust me, they were”, Taehyung says, running his eyes up and down Jungkook’s body, “you look mad. I’m sorry, did you want to join in on the fun?”

“No, I’m actually-”, Jungkook pushes Taehyung to the side.

“Oh? Dear”, Taehyung gasps, grasping Jungkook’s arm for support. He feels disoriented for a moment until his eyes land on the unknown vampire jumping at them.

Jungkook stops him before he could latch himself onto Taehyung by grabbing him by his throat and slamming him down onto the ground.

“No wait. Wait. Wait, please. No. Plea-”, Jungkook rips out the vampire’s heart, silencing him for all eternity.

He exhales shakily, staring at the vampire’s face and watching as it turns to dust beneath him.

“Fuck”, he presses out. Killing doesn’t get easier. Yoongi always says that he shouldn’t feel bad if the person he killed was trying to harm him. That it was self defence and that he did what he needed to do to protect him and the group. But the killing doesn’t get easier. Jungkook still feels disgust at himself whenever he ends someone’s life.

He stands up, looking at his hands. They are shaking. He balls them to fists, trying to calm himself that way. It helps a little.

One deep breath. Another breath. One more because it helps. Then he turns, eyes locking onto Taehyung.

The older vampire is looking at him. Awe and gratefulness.

“Well, thank you. I must have missed him”, Taehyung says.

“I didn’t do it for you”, he hisses and then his eyes flit to the stake in Taehyung’s shoulder, “oh my god”, he gasps, hurrying back to Taehyung, “you’re hurt”, he says, tugging Taehyung closer by his waist.

“What? Ah!” Taehyung yelps, writhing in pain as Jungkook pulls out the stake. He didn’t even notice it. His adrenaline is way too high. He does feel the stake right now however, as Jungkook pulls it out of him with a strong arm around his waist.

“Careful, ah careful.”

“I’m already done. Quit whining”, Jungkook says, dropping the stake on the ground.

Taehyung hisses in discomfort, touching his own shoulder.

“I didn’t even notice it. He must have aimed for my heart, but missed when you pushed him away.”

“Probably.”

“Ah, it really aches.”

Jungkook rips Taehyung’s hand away to inspect the wound. Taehyung allows him with bated breath. Jungkook is still holding his waist.

“Do you feel splinters?” Jungkook asks, furrowing his brows in concentration.

“No.”

“You’ll heal.”

“Yes, lucky me”, Taehyung says, glancing down at Jungkook’s arm. Strong and protective. That’s how his touch feels. Taehyung places his hands on Jungkook’s chest, “thank you, Jungkook”, he whispers, bashful eyes flitting to his lips.

Jungkook gulps. Taehyung’s touch feels intense. He only realises now that he is holding his waist. What the hell is he doing here? He is holding Taehyung’s waist. What the fuck’s wrong with him?

He pulls away to escape whatever situation they were in.

“You’re so fucking annoying, stop trying to flirt with me”, he hisses, bumping shoulders with Taehyung as he runs away.

Taehyung however runs after Jungkook, catching up with him once they are outside.

“Hey”, he says, reaching for Jungkook’s wrist.

“Let go of me”, Jungkook hisses, shaking Taehyung’s hand off.

Taehyung circles Jungkook, studying the younger vampire from head to toe whilst walking backwards.

“What’s wrong?” he asks him.

Jungkook stops, pushing at Taehyung’s chest. It makes the latter take a step back before he catches himself again. He touches his own shoulder. The wound is almost healed, but the impact of Jungkook’s hands still made it sting.

“Stop acting like this. Stop acting like I’m into you”, Jungkook hisses.

“So you’re not?”

“No?” Jungkook laughs in disbelief, “you’re a freaking prick, I prefer nice guys.”

“I can be pretty nice too.”

“Yeah sure, keep dreaming.”

Taehyung steps closer, making Jungkook stumble back.

“Shall I show you how nice I can be?” Taehyung asks in a flirty rasp.

Jungkook pushes at Taehyung’s chest.

“Leave me alone. You’re so weird”, he spits with his voice pitched.

And with that he stomps off to the car.

But Taehyung isn’t having it. He runs after the younger vampire, rounding him in big steps until they are facing each other again.

“Fuck off”, Jungkook spits and turns so Taehyung was gone from his vision again.

Taehyung however follows.

“Why did you hold me that way?”

“Fuck off.”

“Is it because you wanted to protect me?”

“No. It was instinct.”

“Instinct? So you care for me enough protect me instinctively.”

“Stop twisting my words. I never said that.”

Taehyung steps closer. Jungkook stumbles away with his eyes glued to Taehyung’s lips.

“Go on, Kook. Say that you want me.”

“I want you to scurry off, that’s what I want.”

Another twirl. In perfect synch, almost as if the two men were in an angry dance of who can hold out longer. Jungkook, who is hellbent on believing his own lies. Or Taehyung, who is hellbent on pushing Jungkook’s buttons to the point of no return.

“Leave me alone.”

Another turn. Taehyung follows, keeping close to Jungkook.

“Go on Kook, tell me that you’re into me.”

“I’m not. I hate you.”

“You may hate me, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t want to fuck me.”

Another twirl. Taehyung seems to be closer than ever. Their lips are almost touching, their breaths are intermingling.

“Well, you’re wrong. I don’t wanna fuck you.”

“Of course not”, Taehyung smirks, grips Jungkook’s hips and presses the man against the car.

Jungkook gasps, fighting Taehyung’s grip by squirming, “you want to be fucked by me.”

Jungkook stops squirming, gawking at Taehyung with widened eyes.

“Mhm? Be honest Jungkook. You’re not thinking about fucking me. No, you are thinking about getting fucked by me. Hard and good.”

“N-no”, Jungkook stutters, blinking his eyes rapidly.

“I know what you’re into. I know you’re only getting off when someone fists your tight ass.”

“What the hell? How, how do you know that?”

“I listened.”

“What the fuck?”

“Trust me, standing in a cell gets rather boring. I had to find something to pass the time. Granted, listening to you scream like a whore wasn’t my first choice, but it’s better than silence.”

Jungkook convulses in Taehyung’s tight grasp in both disgust and excitement. He hates being exposed just as much as he loves it.

“You’re fucked up.”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“And I don’t fuck with people like you”, Jungkook tries.

“Now, now I’m pretty sure you do.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I know you”, Taehyung smiles menacingly, “I know the cravings people like you have. The bigger the better. Bigger and bigger because nothing truly fills you up how you would want it to.”

“So? Even if I do, what’s that got to do with you?”

“Have you seen my cock?” Taehyung asks and laughs tauntingly, “my real cock, I mean?”

Jungkook can’t stop himself from looking down. He heard about that, he heard about how some vampires can get their cocks to grow. His own does it too when he is too excited. He didn’t think that Normals could do it. But then.

Jungkook looks at Taehyung’s bloodied face. Strands of his dark hair are soaked in it too, hanging into his features messily.

Taehyung has never been normal. He may be vast of cursed blood in his veins, but he is just as twisted as any other Ripper Jungkook knows. Maybe he is even worse.

“Course I did”, Jungkook croaks, “or have you already forgotten who got you creaming yourself like a chained up loser?”

Jungkook thought that this would do the trick, but he was wrong. Taehyung loves it. Oh, he is living for this, laughing loudly whilst forcing Jungkook harder against the car with a thrust of his hips.

Jungkook stumbles, whimpering quietly.

“You’re amusing me, Kook”, Taehyung rasps, massaging his hips, “I want to tell you a secret.”

Jungkook gulps when Taehyung breaks the distance between their faces just so he can whispers against the shell of his ear.

“I want you like nothing else”, Taehyung confesses and moans, “you have been running through my mind ever since you played with my cock. I just can’t seem to get you out of my system.”

Jungkook swallows down a moan. Taehyung did what Jungkook hated doing. They both thought of it. And while Jungkook hated it, Taehyung loved it. He got off to him. Jungkook actually managed to be someone’s jerk off fantasy. Fuck.

Jungkook lets Taehyung take his hand and then place it on his crotch. He forces down the moan threatening to escape.

“Feel it?” Taehyung asks, “feel how you’re messing with my mind?”

His slacks are stretching around his massive bulge. Jungkook feels how Taehyung twitches as he begins rubbing his hand over it. His deep moan tickles his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I’m so hard, Jungkook. So hard because of you.”

Jungkook falters for just a second. For just one second he touches Taehyung and then realisation washes over him. How he is pressed against a car and touching the cock of the one man he swore to never touch again.

“Fuck off”, he spits and tries to push Taehyung away.

“What’s wrong? Did you realise how good I get you too?”

“No? I realised what I was doing.”

Taehyung turns his head, forcing Jungkook to tilt his head back in order to escape his lips.

“And what were you doing, Jungkook?” Taehyung rasps, pulling Jungkook’s hand back on his hard cock.

The moan slipping from his lips taunts Jungkook just as much as it turns his knees weak. He can’t lie anymore. Taehyung is messing with his mind. Talks about big cocks and getting fucked by them was all it took. And now that he is actually feeling just how big Taehyung already is, his skin is prickling in arousal.

“I, I”, he stutters, forgetting everything he wanted to say. What was he going to say anyway? He can’t think, not when Taehyung’s cock is straining so much against his slacks.

He dares to look down.

“Fuck”, he presses out.

“See that?” Taehyung says, squeezing his cock with Jungkook’s hand, “that’s not even close to what I can actually give you.”

“I, I don’t…I…”, Jungkook falters, feeling his knees wobble. He keens quietly, making Taehyung chuckle.

“Open the door Jungkook and get inside. Or leave and I won’t address it again. The choice is all yours.”

Jungkook hates that he follows Taehyung’s order without hesitation. He hates that he gives in so easily. He hates that just seconds later he is sitting on the backseat of the car while Taehyung climbs on top of his lap and forces his head to tilt up.

“I knew it”, Taehyung says and cups his face.

The kiss they share is rough. Taehyung controls the tempo even if Jungkook tries to take the lead. He fails miserably, having to give Taehyung the win despite his mind hating every second of the loss. Fuck, he thinks, I’m so weak, it’s pathetic. And yet he grabs for Taehyung’s hips and despite that, he begins opening his belt and later pants.

It is not long and both vampires are missing their pants. Jungkook’s gloves are on the floor as well. Next to his leather jacket and Taehyung’s suit jacket. Their shirts are messy on their torso, tugged to peculiar places from the desperate groping they did.

Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s cock and presses it against his own. He begins jerking them off, doing so fast and calculated.

Jungkook gasps, grabbing the edge of the seat. He never did something like this before, let alone had someone make him hard that way. Jungkook is rather proud that he wasn’t hard yet, but the pride is of short avail because Taehyung is doing an incredible job at getting him to the point of having to throb. Not long and Jungkook can feel how his cock is growing bigger and bigger.

“Ah”, he lets out, fighting the urge to close his eyes. The touch is so good. Taehyung’s cock is big and hard, rubbing against his frenulum each time his big hand is around their tips.

“You feel it, don’t you? Feels fucking incredible, doesn’t it?” Taehyung taunts, watching in delight how the younger vampire is writhing underneath him. Their cocks look incredible now that they are frotting. Taehyung is quite impressed actually. Jungkook’s cock is bigger than he thought it would be. His fingers are long enough however, that holding both their massive cocks is an easy task for Taehyung. He loves it, speeding up to the point that Jungkook arches his back.

“Oh Kook”, Taehyung moans, throwing his head back, “I know, it feels incredible.”

Jungkook can’t stop staring. It feels good and he hates that it does, because that means that Taehyung has enough power over him to get to him. He shouldn’t be hard, he shouldn’t thrust into his touch, he shouldn’t feel so charged in pleasure. He should punch in Taehyung’s face and call him a cunt. But he can’t. He can’t because Taehyung is touching him so good that he doesn’t want it to stop.

Taehyung, who is watching Jungkook stare at their cock with eagerness, has to smirk.

“It’s fascinating isn’t it?” he rasps, “look at it”, he says.

He stops his touches, holding their cock by their base to compare sizes.

Jungkook gulps.

He knows that he was way over average himself, but fucking hell, next to Taehyung’s cock he looks so small.

“What do you think? Isn’t it so big?” Taehyung taunts, rolling his hips so his cock would glide up and down Jungkook’s shaft.

“Shit”, Jungkook presses out under his breath, gripping Taehyung’s hips.

“Mhm, feels good doesn’t it?” Taehyung sighs and begins jerking them off again. Fast and sloppy.

Jungkook has to groan, but swallows it down as best as possible. Taehyung may have gotten him to the point of whipping his cock out, but he won’t break him further. He won’t make sounds for him, not for him.

“I must say”, Taehyung is struggling with his speech, “I’m impressed. Your cock’s marvellous too. I’m sure people love getting fucked by it.”

“Shut up”, Jungkook growls in anger, “you know exactly that I can’t fuck people.”

“Aw poor baby”, Taehyung feigns pity, “worry not Kook. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t even miss a human touch.”

“No, you won’t.”

Taehyung growls deeply and in one swift movement he has the entire position flipped. Jungkook couldn’t even blink and he is already on top of Taehyung’s lap while the older vampire is holding him down with a strong grip.

“You don’t get it, do you? I can smell how into this you are, I know you want me. I know you are aching for it, don’t lie to me even now you’re clenching like a little slut.”

Jungkook stops what he was doing, frowning at Taehyung while his cheeks feel on fire.

“Don’t stop now Kookie, just because I called you out on it”, Taehyung taunts, embarrassing Jungkook oh so much that he feels his entire body shudder.

“You’re a cunt”, he spits.

“No, I’m not. I’m your fucking epiphany.”

Taehyung has such a big ego. Fuck. Jungkook is tensing in both anger and arousal.

Taehyung forces his fangs to the light of day, digging them into his own wrist deeply.

He rips himself open, watching in delight as Jungkook gulps in surprise.

Blood gushes everywhere. Dark red, bordering black. It covers Taehyung’s torso and parts of his thighs. But most of all it runs down his big cock, snaking along his throbbing veins and soaking his dark pubes.

Jungkook gulps again, squeaking when a second later he gets dragged on top of Taehyung’s lap by the older vampire. It is moments like these which remind Jungkook that he was only able to do the things he did to Taehyung because of the chains which held him back. Taehyung was ten times older than him and now that his strength has returned, Jungkook knows that Taehyung is hellbent on showing him.

“A-aahngn”, Jungkook gets out then silence takes control of his voice.

Taehyung is sitting him down on his cock. Slow and using the slip of his blood as lube.

“So fucking tight”, Taehyung growls, holding Jungkook’s hips tightly.

The latter is squirming, trying to fight him off. Not because it hurts, no Jungkook is stretching his hole too regularly for that, but because Taehyung decided it for him. He decided that this right here would be Jungkook’s moment where he is once again reminded that he will always be a pretty hole to fuck. Nothing more. Just a good, little hole useless unless it’s for taking cock.

“Don’t fight me, Kook”, Taehyung orders, pressing Jungkook’s hips down until he bottoms out.

Jungkook peels his eyes open only to widen them. He gasps for air and widens his eyes even more. He squirms, but Taehyung pins him down.

He quite literally pins him down. Jungkook is being held hostage while his ass is stuffed with the biggest cock he ever took.

“I said don’t fight me”, Taehyung rasps, “you little bitchboy are going to stay and take it.”

Jungkook squirms because those words are working. They are fucking working and he hates it. He hates it so much because it excites him so much to be treated with such little respect. He shouldn’t be excited to be treated like this by Taehyung. He should be angry at Taehyung, not feel ecstatic to get his cock.

Taehyung begins moving, having to struggle fairly little in doing so despite being on the bottom. Jungkook’s body is nothing but a little speck of dust in his hands. He feels no strain from holding him. Jungkook might be strong and his body might be muscular, but Taehyung sees no difference in it.

He is here to show Jungkook who will always be stronger, who has the upper hand, who controls the tempo and whose body is going to crumble at the end of the night. He fucks hard and he fucks loud.

Jungkook is supposed to hear how their bodies connect. He is supposed to hear how his hole gets fed bloodied cock. He is supposed to hear whose blood makes that fuck so fucking good.

Taehyung’s hard thrusts force his head to fall back and then kind of tangle weakly. It was also the moment Jungkook finds his voice again. He uses his new power to wail in bliss.

“Yes, scream for me slut. You little, slutty bitchboy are supposed to scream for me”, Taehyung growls, keeping Jungkook’s hips still. They want to fuck back, but they aren’t allowed to. They are supposed to stay still and accept the fuck Taehyung gives them.

And it is brutal. Fast. Punishing.

The car is shaking and croaking. It probably looks terribly amusing from outside, but inside there was no reason to laugh.

Inside the smell of Taehyung’s hot blood was in the air and the lingering scent of past death made both their heads dizzy. The adrenaline of killing is running through their veins. The bond of blood gets stronger the deeper Taehyung fucks his blood into Jungkook. They’re closer to animals than humans right now.

Jungkook arches his back, throwing his head back even more. His mouth is agape, giving view to his fangs being free.

Jungkook stopped hating it. This is religious. The scents, the feeling of Taehyung’s punishing grip and the size of his cock. That fucking cock. That big, girthy cock which stretches him out so well that it feels as if he is being shaped anew. This is it, Jungkook thinks as he trembles, this is the closest he will get to know how it would feel like to get fucked stupid by a fist.

It may be a confusing thought to some, but to Jungkook it makes perfect sense. He knows that once Taehyung stopped using his body as a ragdoll and pulled out, his hole will be gaping. He also knows how it feels to have a fist up his ass. Not the closed one because that feels even more intense, but the slick one. The one that slips in easily and which allows way to the smooth thickness of a forearm.

Taehyung’s cock makes Jungkook feel the same.

He knows that it is also because Taehyung just forced himself into Jungkook without preparation and decided that getting fucked roughly was the preparation Jungkook deserved. He wouldn’t feel that fucking thick if Jungkook had a few minutes of preparation beforehand.

Jungkook doesn’t mind. Big things up his ass don’t hurt these days. They just excite him.

And they make him feel like the biggest slut in history.

“You’re moaning so much”, Taehyung taunts, “you’re literally such a whore. Listen to you, you sound like a whore.”

Jungkook moans louder and nods his head. Yes he is a whore. He is nothing but a whore.

“I knew it. I knew you’re nothing but a fuckhole acting strong. Admit it Jungkook, the only reason you did what you did was because I was tied up.”

The clench Jungkook does around Taehyung’s cock is all the answer he needed.

“Of course, you know it too. You know that in any other situation, I would have had bend you over the next best surface and fucked you into obedience.”

Jungkook gurgles, arching his back in a sensual movement. He tries to fuck back, but Taehyung holds him down. Jungkook is truly nothing more than his sexdoll. And Jungkook loves that thought. He loves it too much.

Taehyung hooks his hand in the front of Jungkook’s shirt and rips it open. Jungkook’s torso is on full display and his secret of just how hard his nipples became from getting fucked is revealed.

“There we go, now you’re looking the part. Naked like a whore.”

He slaps Jungkook’s nipple as he speaks, grabbing his throat afterwards. With one harsh tug he forces Jungkook’s head to bounce to the front.

Jungkook gurgles out moans, fighting for air.

“Remember when you tried to do that to me, mhm?” Taehyung taunts, keeping an iron grip around his throat, “it told me everything I needed to know. It told me just how ill-fitted you are for taking the lead.”

Jungkook stares at Taehyung with half-lidded eyes and his lips parted in squeaky gasps.

“That’s how you steal someone’s breath, Kookie. So next time you want to act a role too big for you, play it right.”

Jungkook begins squirming. He is going to pass out. This is actually going to make him black out. Taehyung controls his air and there is none in his lungs.

Taehyung watches in delight as Jungkook’s cheeks become pink in too little oxygen and how his eyes become all big and glassy. He basks in how tight his hole becomes around his massive cock now that Jungkook is fighting him in panic. And he fucks him harder, showing off his long fangs in a maniac smirk all while his hand closes around Jungkook’s throat tighter, turning Jungkook’s voice into gags and squeaks.

“That’s how you do it, Kookie”, the taunts.

Jungkook squeaks, trembling in panic.

Taehyung releases Jungkook’s throat then, holding Jungkook’s hips because he knows the next few seconds will be bumpy. And he was right. Jungkook is squirming and shaking in his fight for air, clawing at Taehyung’s chest while his moans turn into coughs and gags. He rips his shirt open, but Taehyung doesn’t care. On the contrary, he is loving it.

“That’s how you do it Kookie. You’ll get them to believe that they’re about to die and only then you release them.”

Jungkook cries silently, “you’re, you’re so fucked up”, he croaks, holding onto Taehyung’s shoulders.

“I know and you’re a whore. So where’s the difference?” Taehyung taunts and picks up intensity. His cock is producing enough slick to make it possible.

“Hngn”, Jungkook presses out and drops his head, twisting his fingers in Taehyung’s hair while his forehead rests against his chest.

“Sit up”, Taehyung barks, tugging him up by his hair.

Slap.

Right across Jungkook’s face.

Slap.

And again. Hard enough to redden his skin.

Jungkook is squirming, gasping for air.

Slap.

“You’re supposed to look at me.”

Slap.

“Think you can get out of that easily? Of course not, you’re my fucking whore and I want my whores to look me into my eyes as I fuck them”, Taehyung growls, grabbing Jungkook’s face. He squeezes it, forces his cheeks to puff out and for his lips to pout.

Jungkook just looks kind of out of it, soiling Taehyung’s fingertips with his tears and sweat while barely keeping his head up right.

“I want to see your sweet little face light up in bliss when you realise that”, Taehyung tugs Jungkook closer, “I’m only fucking you like this because I deemed your ass worthy”, he whispers with poison in his voice.

Jungkook mewls, grasping for Taehyung’s face to kiss him.

One kiss. It is sloppy and more licking than anything. One kiss and then Taehyung tugs Jungkook away.

“Don’t kiss me”, he growls, shaking his head with a harsh grip on his hair. His hips speed up, forcing Jungkook’s body to tremble in not only bliss but also as a result of the intensity.

“Did I give you permission, mhm? Did I give you permission to put your slutty mouth on mine?” Taehyung asks, staring Jungkook right into his glassy eyes. He shakes Jungkook’s head for him, making the younger vampire mewl at the sensation, “no Sir, no you didn’t”, Taehyung speaks for Jungkook, mimicking his voice.

And Jungkook feels dumb. He feels so incredibly dumb. Not because Taehyung makes him feel that way. But because at this moment he can’t think. Holy fuck, he’s never been treated like such shit during a scene and it’s driving him so insane that he feels dumb in bliss.

“No, Jungkook?” Taehyung makes sure.

He shakes Jungkook’s head again.

“Mhm? What was that? Speak up.”

“No”, Jungkook croaks, “no Sir, you didn’t.”

Taehyung smirks darkly.

“And what are we saying now?”

Jungkook mewls and gurgles.

“I’m sorry Sir”, Taehyung mimics Jungkook’s voice again, grabbing the latter’s chin tightly.

“I’m…I’m sorry Sir”, Jungkook presses out.

“Good”, Taehyung praises and decides to push three of his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth.

With his eyes widening and his body convulsing, Jungkook accepts the feed. His eyes are focused on Taehyung’s, trying to find a reason but finding none. His instinct is to suck, but he gets very quickly denied when Taehyung begins fucking them in an out of him in time with his hips.

Jungkook’s eyes roll back and close. His big cock throbs, hitting his own stomach.

“See? That’s what you’re good for. Getting spit roasted like the good fuckdoll you are. That feels good doesn’t it, Kook? It feels good to know that your holes are getting fucked the way they deserve to be fucked.”

Jungkook can’t even deny it. He just makes dumb sounds and drools all over Taehyung’s fingers. It runs out of his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto Taehyung’s chest.

“I’ve always loved you guys. You Ripper just know how to make a mess of yourselves”, Taehyung rasps, watching in delight as Jungkook drools with his eyes all rolled back and his ass making the sluttiest of sounds. And all while Taehyung basks in Jungkook making a mess of his hand, his hips are drilling into him. More of his slick has joined his blood, making the slip oh so much easier. He also feels that Jungkook lost some of his tightness. He finds it beyond amusing just how easily the young vampire loosens up. A slut. Just as Taehyung thought. Jungkook is such a slut.

Taehyung slips his fingers free and holds them over his own mouth, letting Jungkook’s drool drip from his fingers right on top of his tongue.

Jungkook swears he has to drool even more at the view.

“Fuck”, Taehyung moans deliciously, curling his lips back in a drugged up smile, “I can taste the fucking acid.”

One swift movement and Taehyung has Jungkook’s face in a tight grasp, forcing his fingers into his mouth to tug his lips back and expose Jungkook’s massive fangs. Jungkook can’t fight it, just as he can’t fight his fangs squirting acid as Taehyung finds his glands and presses down hard.

It spills everywhere, golden and with fiery intensity in it. Taehyung’s chest is covered in it, as is Jungkook’s. It burns and Jungkook wonders if it burns Taehyung as well. He watches him with widened eyes and his nails trying to dig for support on Taehyung’s shoulders.

“I have always loved that you guys can do that”, Taehyung lulls and presses down again.

“Ahngn”, Jungkook feels his eyes roll back as the feeling of his fangs releasing the built-up acid courses through him. It feels so good. Jungkook’s head was pounding because of it and Taehyung helped him find relief.

“That feels good doesn’t it?” Taehyung taunts, massaging Jungkook’s gums, “I can imagine just how much pressure builds up in your head. To have so much acid but no fresh body to pump it into. It must feel like hell.”

Jungkook is rewriting his definition of Taehyung right this moment. He is fucked up. Way more fucked up and twisted than he ever thought he could be. And it turns him on. It makes him literally shake, because Taehyung gives him an opportunity to feel like the animal he is supposed to be.

Jungkook convulses, releasing the last wave of his acid all over Taehyung’s torso. He feels it on his cock as well. The burn digs deep, oh so deep that Jungkook has to open his eyes and wiggle in discomfort.

“There we go. That’s better”, Taehyung pretends to be caring, but his voice drips in mania. And Jungkook wonders if Taehyung is immune to the pain. His once ivory chest is covered in red burn marks and yet Taehyung shows no ounce of discomfort. On the contrary, his cock is filling up Jungkook with such grandiosity that he fears having to rip apart.

“Oh? Oh dear, it’s all over your cock”, Taehyung feigns concern, “that must burn.”

He wraps his spit slickened fingers around Jungkook’s throbbing cock and begins jerking him off.

“Aah!” Jungkook convulses, throwing his head back, “ah! Ah! Ah god!”

“I know it hurts. Don’t worry Kook, you’ll heal soon. Just a few more seconds, I know you can do it.”

Jungkook sobs, scratching down Taehyung’s burned chest. It fuels the latter. His hips punish him while his hand squeezes around Jungkook’s cock.

“A-ng-ah ngng ah, ah”, Jungkook gets out.

“There we go. Look at you. That’s better isn’t it?” Taehyung speaks softly, rolling his hand around Jungkook’s leaking tip.

“I’m c-cum-cumming”, the younger vampire squeezes out, convulsing around Taehyung’s thick cock.

“You are such a slut!” Taehyung exclaims and laughs, “you’re cumming? I don’t think so.”

He not only lets go of Jungkook’s cock but also lifts him off his lap.

Jungkook mewls, convulsing in Taehyung’s hands. He fucking breaks into a million tears. It hurts so much to be denied.

“Please”, he wails, writhing in Taehyung’s hands, “please, please, please.”

“Huh? Did you say something?” Taehyung taunts, shaking Jungkook’s nimble body.

“Please Sir”, Jungkook croaks, opening his eyes. He spills tears instantly with his lower lip trembling, “please Sir, please Sir, please Sir”, he chants, barely getting the words out.

Taehyung smiles in amusement.

“There we go“, he says, sitting him back down on his massive cock.

Jungkook stretches around him, taking him with a gurgled out moan.

“Thank you Sir”, he croaks and begins moving all on his own. It is clumsy and fast. This is a man so dumb by getting railed that his only instinct is to fuck, “thank you, holy fuck, thank you. Sir! Sir! Thank you Sir!”

“Fucking shit, Kook”, Taehyung twists Jungkook’s hair roughly, “you sound incredible like this”, he spits and finally lifts his hips to meet Jungkook’s rhythm.

It makes the younger vampire wail up and fall against Taehyung. He sobs miserably, barely fucking back because of how much he trembles.

“Weak bitch”, Taehyung spits, grabbing his hips to fully take over, “you can’t even fuck yourself properly.”

“Please”, Jungkook wails, “please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“Cum. Please Sir”, Jungkook croaks and sobs, convulsing in a painful shake.

“Fuck, you slut. Fine. Cum for me”, Taehyung orders angrily, spanking his ass with so much force that the sound is almost deafening.

The scream Jungkook lets out as he finally cums overshadows it. Taehyung feels pain in his neck and he knows it is because Jungkook in his trance is digging his fangs into him. Jungkook shoots acid into his body, Taehyung feels the incredible pain rush through his veins. He laughs and tilts his head back.

“Yes, fuck”, he growls, letting the tight knot in his stomach burst.

Jungkook’s fangs dig deeper upon tasting Taehyung’s high in his blood, his entire body freezes up, becoming victim to Taehyung’s forceful thrusts while his hole is turned into nothing but his cum dump. And he feels sacrilegious, hoping that the feeling of being pumped full of hot cum never stops.

But it does stop. It stops once Taehyung fucked Jungkook’s overstimulated and creamed hole to the point where the trembling vampire is peeing himself because he possibly couldn’t cum any more. And then, only then he finally begins begging, clawing at Taehyung’s shoulders. Their bodies are ruined by Taehyung’s blood. Jungkook actually feels sick to the stomach from how much he drank. He can’t move because of his nature, but wants to.

“Please stop, no more, please”, he begs, gagging from being too stimulated.

“I thought you’d never beg”, Taehyung spits and drops Jungkook’s limb body, “fuck, you’re such a good fucktoy”, he praises, keeping Jungkook atop his recovering cock and hugging his waist against his stomach.

Jungkook falls, drops, collides. He can’t do anything against how hard he collapses against Taehyung. He is frozen up and weakened and can’t do anything except sit on Taehyung’s cock and think.

“That was incredible”, Taehyung rasps. He takes deep breaths, calming himself down that way.

And while Taehyung is basking in the afterglow, Jungkook feels empty. His brain is clearing and that means he has to face the reality. He gave himself in such a vulnerable, embarrassing state to the one man he swore to hate. He is so embarrassed. Now Taehyung knows how weak he is. Because Jungkook was so blinded by his animalistic needs, he exposed himself as a weak, little man. Taehyung will never take him seriously again. Jungkook decided his fate. He will be nothing more than a willing fuckhole for Taehyung from now on and that thought ruins him.

He is embarrassed, hates himself so much. He spills silent tears and wishes for time to turn back.

“Good boy”, Taehyung speaks softly, pulling Jungkook back to reality with a gentle touch to his back.

“W-what?”

“You were such a good boy. You took me so well.”

Jungkook lifts his head, staring at Taehyung in disbelief. What did he just call him? Good boy? Taehyung called him a good boy. No taunting words, but praise. Jungkook doesn’t understand. Why is he so nice to him? Jungkook doesn’t understand and he cries because of it.

“Now now, don’t cry”, Taehyung speaks in a soothing voice, cupping Jungkook’s face to wipe his tears away, “are you hurting? Should I pull out?”

Jungkook whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut with trembling lips.

“Okay, I will. Hold onto me, I’ll pull out”, Taehyung soothes him, lifting him off his cock. Jungkook cringes at how much cum spills out of him. This is it. The proof of what he did. He is marked as a dirty cum dump for all eternity.

“God, it’s everywhere”, Taehyung laughs, sitting Jungkook’s weak body atop his lap, “I apologise for orgasming so much. Gosh, you’ll leak for hours. I’m so sorry”, he says and giggles, pulling Jungkook in to kiss his cheek.

Jungkook flinches back, opening his eyes. He feels so confused. What is happening? Why is Taehyung not making fun of him?

“What is the matter?” Taehyung asks.

“Why are you not making fun of me?”

“Fun? For what?” Taehyung laughs in disbelief, furrowing his brows.

“For, for what I did.”

“Why should I? You were so good”, Taehyung says until suddenly his face lights up in realisation, “do you truly think me that cruel that I would make fun of you because of how much you enjoyed what we did?”

Jungkook feels too embarrassed to answer. Instead he spills silent tears and feels his lower lip begin to tremble.

“Wow”, Taehyung lets out an offended chuckle, “it hurts me that you truly think that lowly of me.”

Jungkook lowers his head.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll just have to convince you”, Taehyung says and then pulls Jungkook against his chest in a soothing hug. He runs his fingers through his hair, drawing circles on his back.

“I know how you feel Jungkook. I had…someone…in my life not that long ago, who fucked me to put me back in my place and on many nights I felt so dirty and worthless afterwards while my spirit laid broken and in those moments I regretted ever consenting to what he did.”

Jungkook listens intently.

“And the worst part was that I still gave myself to him the next time he asked. Even if I knew how awful I would feel afterwards, I still gave myself to him the next evening and the next evening and the evening after that. And I let him fuck me until I was crying and then afterwards I laid still and regretted ever being so vocal or climaxing or enjoying it.”

Jungkook sees a lot of himself in Taehyung. He feels like that too right now. Just a little bit at least, because Taehyung’s hug keeps him safe from all those really painful thoughts.

“But I don’t want you to feel that way. You are not worthless”, Taehyung whispers, soothing through Jungkook’s hair, “and I don’t see you any less because of what you did. On the contrary, allowing another person to fuck you so roughly takes a lot of courage. I’m so impressed by you.”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling so shakily that Taehyung tightens the hug.

“You got fucked too?” Jungkook is quiet in the way he asks the question.

“Yes I did. I still do. Jungkook dear, there is no shame in getting fucked. Why are you even asking this question?”

“I don’t know, I just…” he exhales shakily, “…I don’t know.”

“Okay, I can see that you don’t want to tell me and that is fine. Just lean on me and I’ll hold you.”

Jungkook feels so tense. He knows that he should relax, but he can’t. Well, he could, but he doesn’t know if he finds it in himself to allow his body to relax.

“Why did you even fuck me if not to show me just how much weaker I am?” he asks in a whisper and for just a second he thinks that Taehyung didn’t even hear him. He feels relieved that he didn’t, until Taehyung inhales in a way that lets him know he will answer him. Jungkook begins feeling anxious then.

“Because I’m attracted to you”, Taehyung says, “and I wanted to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. Good and rough. And honest for once without you having to hold back on your feral side.”

Jungkook lifts his head, locking eyes with Taehyung. So that is why he pressed down on his acid glands and why he allowed him to bite so deep and feast on his blood until his tummy ached. Because he wanted Jungkook to be able to let go without control. Jungkook feels both grateful and scared.

“But all the stuff you said”, Jungkook whispers.

“Was because I listened in too many times to know that you get off on degradation. Come now Jungkook, do you truly think I feel that way about you?”

Jungkook nods his head.

“Well, I don’t. I think you to be quite sweet actually.”

“You do? Why?”

“Your eyes”, Taehyung whispers, running his thumb under Jungkook’s left eye softly, “they carry no evil in them. I could stare at them forever.”

Jungkook has to look away, lower his gaze.

Taehyung kisses his lips, making him gasp and flinch back.

Their eyes meet solely because Jungkook was so shocked that he needed to look at Taehyung.

“May I take you out?” Taehyung asks, “I’ll take you back to the hotel, we’ll clean up and then I’ll take you out.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to change your mind about me.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“So? We can change that over some coffee and conversation.”

Jungkook turns his head away, looking outside. It is raining. He didn’t even hear when it started. It is pouring down on the world, letting a wild stream of water run down the car windows. The edges of the windows were already fogged up, blurring out the world beyond the closed doors.

“It’s raining.”

Taehyung checks for himself.

“It is”, he says and chuckles, “I didn’t even hear when it started.”

Jungkook glances at Taehyung.

“Yeah, neither did I.”

Taehyung sneaks a look at Jungkook, locking eyes with him. He smiles, caressing Jungkook’s hips.

Jungkook wants to retort it, but doesn’t really dare.

“I always loved the rain”, Taehyung says, cupping Jungkook’s cheek, “especially in a car. The sound is so relaxing.”

Jungkook turns his head away, slipping out of Taehyung’s grasp.

“The others will look for us soon.”

“No they won’t. They are too busy.”

Jungkook sneaks a glance at Taehyung again.

“Come, let me take you out. I’ll pay and we’ll watch the rain somewhere.”

Jungkook lowers his eyes.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “fine, you won’t take no as an answer either way.”

And so it happens that Taehyung drives Jungkook back to the hotel with his hand on his thigh while Jungkook napped to recover from the fuck. And so it happens that the two men wash up and then later Taehyung drives Jungkook through town. They get cups of hot beverages. Jungkook gets coffee while Taehyung orders tea. And they get bagels too and after some driving around, they park the car by the river and watch the rain from the backseat.

Jungkook didn’t say a lot during that time, mostly because he felt too awkward to try. Taehyung looked at him a few times, but didn’t speak a lot either.

They sit on the backseat of the car by now, sharing their already cooled down drinks. Taehyung has his shoes off, resting his feet on the seat. Jungkook is pressed into the furthest corner, right against the door. He has his shoes on and stares outside with his head resting against the window.

He flinches when Taehyung stubs him with his foot.

One look to his left and he realises that Taehyung is staring.

“Why are you not talking?” he asks.

“Why aren’t you?”

“I have no idea, maybe I’m a little nervous”, Taehyung confesses and chuckles.

Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion.

“You still think me to be an evil cunt. I’m scared to start with the wrong thing.”

“Maybe start with an apology”, Jungkook murmurs.

“An apology?”

“Yeah. For all you did to me.”

“I didn’t do anything to you.”

“Yeah you did. You let them torture me and ___.”

“You know that I had no choice but to.”

“We always have a choice. You just chose the easier route.”

Taehyung stays silent. Jungkook sends him a dark look and turns away.

“Namjoon likes peeling off fingernails”, Taehyung breaks the silence.

Jungkook glances at him in confusion.

“He said that it is satisfying to watch the skin tear off the nail and that he especially likes the moment where he can pull out the root.”

Jungkook pulls a grimace of disgust.

“I know because he showed me how he does it the night they failed to kill ___.”

“What the fuck? What happened to the person? We have to make sure they’re okay.”

“He’s sitting in the car with you.”

Jungkook closes his mouth, gawking at him with widened eyes.

“He said that he likes doing it with me because of how quickly I heal, so he has infinite fun.”

“This is…”

“I didn’t choose the easier route, Jungkook. I chose the route which ripped me apart inside, but which assured my safety. You met Namjoon on a nice day, believe me. He could have done things far worse to you than just force feed you blood.”

Jungkook looks at his own lap. His thumbs have managed to rip parts of the cup. Just on the part where the plastic top meets the paper cup. The paper is curled and ripped in from all the fumbling he has been doing.

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook whispers, “I didn’t know that he treated you like this. I thought you were friends with him.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

Taehyung stubs his foot against Jungkook’s thigh again.

“I’m sorry too. I know that the right thing would have been to safe you and ___, but I didn’t. I didn’t because I was scared of Namjoon and, and Jim…” Taehyung looks into Jungkook’s eyes, “I truly regret that I couldn’t keep you safe.”

Jungkook wanted this apology for months. Oh how many nights he spent imagining how it must feel like to have Taehyung apologise to him. And now he finally has it. Jungkook can hear the honesty in Taehyung’s voice and smell the guilt in his scent. But it doesn’t feel as good as he thought it would feel. He imagined himself to bubble in triumph and to use the opportunity to gloat over Taehyung, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to gloat and he doesn’t feel as if he won some silly battle. He feels relief because he can finally look at Taehyung as an equal person and not as someone in front of whom he needed to put up a strong front.

“It’s okay”, he hears himself say, “we’re still here, aren’t we? You did what was best for yourself. I think I would have done the same if I knew that the consequences were Namjoon and his fucked up mind.”

“Are you truthful?” Taehyung gasps, “do you truly understand me?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Oh Jungkook”, Taehyung lets out a relieved laugh, stumbling to his knees. He closes the distance between him and Jungkook, placing his hand on Jungkook’s thigh.

Jungkook looks at it, then at Taehyung’s face. The touch feels warm and strong.

Taehyung carries tears in his eyes, but relief on his features.

“Thank you”, he says.

“Mhm”, Jungkook lets out, giving him a small tooth-less smile, “was Namjoon the someone who fucked you?”

“No, I never fucked him.”

“Who was it then?”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook with great sadness in his eyes. He lets out a painful laugh and looks the side.

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t see him anymore.”

“I’m happy for you. I’m sure that must have been a relief.”

Taehyung clasps his thigh so tightly, Jungkook wonders if he wanted it to crush it. He eyes his hand then Taehyung’s sadness stricken face.

“I don’t know”, he whispers, eyes racing between nothing.

Taehyung takes a deep breath and laughs, rubbing his hand over his eyes. Then he looks at Jungkook with a smile.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore. Shall we hold each other?”

“Huh?”

“Come”, Taehyung scoots closer to Jungkook, “let’s hold each other for a while.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Just so.”

Jungkook eyes Taehyung with a cocked up brow.

“I don’t know”, Jungkook mumbles.

Taehyung’s smile grows. He reaches out for Jungkook.

“Please”, the word is so quiet in the silence that Jungkook almost missed it.

Jungkook studies the sad desperation deep in Taehyung’s eyes and he wonders if the request to be held carries far deeper meaning behind it than Taehyung may want to show.

“Fine”, Jungkook gives in. He leans down to undo his shoelaces and slips out of his shoes, then he pulls his feet on the seat, tensing up when Taehyung claims the emptiness between his legs and rests his cheek on his chest.

Jungkook watches with a clenched jaw as Taehyung closes his eyes and places his hand on his chest. He wonders why Taehyung is acting that way.

“Tell me something about you”, Taehyung says.

“I don’t know what I should tell.”

“Okay, then let me think of questions”, Taehyung says and for quite some time he is silent.

He traces Jungkook’s pec in the silence they share. He also touches his side and dares to dance his fingertips over his arm.

Jungkook lets it happen with so much confusion in his stomach. The touches feel nice. They are the type of innocent skinship he hasn’t felt in ages and it confuses him because it is Taehyung who gives it to him and he truly thought that he would be the last person to do such a thing.

“Do your tattoos have meaning?” Taehyung asks then.

“Yeah, some of them.”

“Did you get them before or after turning?”

“After.”

“So that means that you lost your arm, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook hesitates. There is still a part of him which is scared to admit that fact to Taehyung.

“Yes”, he whispers in the end.

“I see. I’m sorry, that must be really painful to live with.”

Jungkook feels tension in his chest upon being understood.

“I guess”, he says quietly.

“I understand. I’ll try to stay on your right side from now on.”

“Why?”

“So people can’t hurt you.”

“Oh.”

Taehyung glances at Jungkook.

“Tell me something else.”

“I don’t know what you want to know.”

“I’ll think of more questions”, Taehyung says and falls silent.

And as Taehyung thinks of what to ask, Jungkook tries to calm down his racing thoughts. Taehyung is going to look out for him now. He didn’t laugh at him like Jungkook thought he would, instead he is willing to keep his weak side protected. Jungkook feels deeply moved by the gesture. Moved, but also very confused.

“Did you always know you liked men too?” Taehyung asks then.

“Huh? That’s your question?”

Taehyung nods his head, looking up at Jungkook.

“I don’t…know? I don’t think I did. I was really happy with a woman before I became a vampire.”

“I see. I always knew”, Taehyung says, “as a matter of fact, I believed myself to be gay for the longest time until I had sex with a woman. Then I believed myself to be straight.”

“You did?”

He nods his head, “that was during a time where it was safer to sleep with women than it was with men. Not that they could have actually killed me, but you know, I was still scared because at this time I didn’t know if I would wake up again if somebody killed me and I didn’t want to die.”

“When did you die your first death?”

“I think it was 1343. A farmer killed me with a pitchfork because they saw me drinking their cow’s blood. I woke up buried in their dung heap a few hours later.”

Jungkook snorts.

“Don’t laugh. I had no idea what I was doing back then, I just tried to survive”, Taehyung says and chuckles.

“Really? I thought you had so many friends back then.”

“Not like me. Not vampires. I met my first vampire almost two hundred years later. His name was…” Taehyung’s face falls, his gaze becomes empty.

Jungkook studies the sadness in Taehyung’s eyes then watches as the latter rests back against his chest and squeezes his eyes shut.

“…I can’t remember”, Taehyung whispers. His fingers twist in his shirt, trying desperately to pull him closer.

“I died my first death in 1968 after I got high on LSD and then fell down the stairs. I broke my neck”, Jungkook says, hoping that it can cheer Taehyung up.

“Truly?” Taehyung asks, “you took drugs?”

“Too many. The sixties were a wild time for me.”

“Yes? Tell me, did you visit Woodstock too?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “I tried to avoid crowds of people for obvious reasons.”

“I see. I went and it was so much fun. Oh Jungkook, if we knew each other back then, I would have taken you. We could have had so much sex and danced and sang and gotten high.”

“You say that so easily. I wasn’t fun back then, just murderous.”

“That never bothered me. I can handle you guys.”

Jungkook scoffs.

“I am truthful. I was out of control for many decades and I taught myself control. I know exactly how you feel.”

“No you don’t. You’re a Normal.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. You’ll never know how we feel.”

“Of course I do. Your body tenses up the moment you smell blood and there is this rational part in your brain, which keeps telling you, begging you, to stay in control. But no matter how much this voice is begging and pleading and crying for your control, you can’t give it to yourself. And then you black out. You black out because of how much pleasure you are feeling until suddenly it stops and you feel empty.”

Jungkook is holding his breath.

“You have all those bodies lying by your feet. All ripped apart and disfigured. And it hurts so much because you have no recollection of killing any of those poor souls and now you are left living with the knowledge that your demons won and you murdered too many people whilst fucking enjoying it.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook croaks.

“I know how you guys feel, Jungkook and I’m sorry that such a reaction is your default reaction. It must be so exhausting.”

“It’s so fucking exhausting”, Jungkook presses out, lowering his head.

“Hey”, Taehyung whispers, turning in the embrace so he could cup Jungkook’s cheek, “it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. It’s so hard”, Jungkook whispers shakily, “I want to be like Yoongi or like you, but I’m not.”

“But you are on the path to.”

Jungkook sniffles, locking eyes with Taehyung.

Taehyung wipes away Jungkook’s tears, “it is a rocky road, long and exhausting, but you should turn and look at all the distance you already put between your beginning and your now. ___ told me that you couldn’t even stay in the same room as her when you first met and these days you can kiss her and hold her. Now tell me Jungkook, what about all of this isn’t progress?”

“I guess”, Jungkook lowers his gaze, “I guess, if you put it like that, I made some progress.”

“You did”, Taehyung says and smiles.

Jungkook retorts it this time around. Taehyung looks at his smile and for just a second Jungkook believes that he would kiss him. But he doesn’t, instead he rests back against Jungkook’s chest and begins caressing his side.

“So when did you realise that you were still into men?” Jungkook asks.

“Oh pretty soon after I died my first death. I couldn’t deny it, I loved sex with them too much”, Taehyung says and laughs.

Jungkook chuckles too.

“So what are you these days?” Jungkook asks.

Taehyung rolls to his back, pulling one of Jungkook’s arms around his waist. He intertwines his fingers with him and begins tracing his knuckles slowly.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t possibly define myself. Everyone is attractive to me, no matter what they identify as. I rather find myself drawn to personalities than certain genitalia.”

“Mhm, that’s good. That’s what truly counts in the end.”

“Yes, I agree”, Taehyung says and caresses Jungkook’s knuckles, “what do you define yourself as?”

“I just like nice people. I haven’t really thought about labelling myself. Maybe bi? Or pan? Or just queer? I don’t know though.”

“I see. Well, that’s good”, Taehyung says and shifts into a more comfortable position, “labels are way too constricting either way.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, I do. Labels aren’t for myself, they are for other people to put me into certain boxes”, he says, running his eyes over the rain outside, “people work this way. Things they can’t quite understand get easier to grasp once you put certain labels on them. Unknown food loses its intimidation once you know what it is, a stranger gets lets frightening once you realise you know this person and feelings get easier to understand once you know their origins. That is what is good about labels, but I don’t like them for myself.”

“You don’t?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“I know myself better than anyone, I know what I enjoy and what I dislike. I don’t need to tell other people how they should label me. Because if I do, they will force their ideas on me, connect stereotypes with me and expect me to act according to the silly label they put on me. I can’t stand it when people tell me how I should be and how I should behave.”

Jungkook nods his head in agreement.

“I never even thought about it this way, but I get it. I really hate this feeling too. I had people tell me that I wasn’t a correct bisexual because I didn’t act the way they expected me to act. And I had vampires tell me that I wasn’t a true Ripper because I’m trying to better myself. Both really hurt me.”

“Those people were fools and had a very narrow mindset”, Taehyung says coldly, “I hope that you don’t have to interact with them anymore.”

“No, they’ve been out of my life for a long time.”

“Good. As they should.”

“Mhm yeah”, Jungkook agrees, watching the droplets of rain run down the window, “I think labels helped me too.”

Taehyung sneaks a curious glance at him, “yes?”

“Mhm yeah”, Jungkook nods his head, “I like defining myself as someone who is queer or someone who is a training Ripper. At least I don’t feel so alone knowing that there are so many people out there who feel the same way I do or who work on the same goals as me.”

“Yes, I must say that feels very nice indeed.”

“Mhm yeah.”

Taehyung sits up and nudges Jungkook’s chest.

“Now be honest. This is fun.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “fine, yeah maybe it’s fun.”

“See? I told you, I can be pretty nice.”

“Yeah, I guess you can”, Jungkook gives in.

At that Taehyung giggles, pulling his shoulders to his ears almost as if he was shy. Jungkook watches it with awed confusion. He must admit, he had such a wrong image of Taehyung in his head. He is kind and sweet and maybe even cute and Jungkook actually likes being in this car with him.

“Do you enjoy music?” Taehyung asks.

“Of course I do.”

“What kind of music do you enjoy?”

“All sorts of stuff. I like slower songs though. R&B is really good.”

“Mhm yes, it’s good. I agree. I really enjoy jazz, I think it to be so romantic.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

Taehyung pulls out his phone then, scrolling through his music with sparkling eyes.

“Shall we put some music on?” he suggests, “we can listen to R&B if you want to.”

“Yeah we could. I have this playlist which I made. It’s really good.”

“Indeed? What’s its name? Is it public? Let’s play it.”

“Give me your phone.”

Taehyung hands it to him, using the time it takes Jungkook to find the playlist to turn on the bluetooth of the car radio.

The phone connects with a robotic female voice telling them about a successful connection.

“Here”, Jungkook hands the phone back to Taehyung, “that’s the playlist.”

“Starry Nights and Long Hugs”, Taehyung reads out loud. He smiles, meeting Jungkook’s shy gaze, “that’s a good name”, he says and presses play.

The music starts playing, filling the car with slow melodies and sweet lyrics. The two men just kind of look at each other for a while, being so close and yet so far away. Taehyung shifts, resting on his knees and placing his hands in front of him on the seat. Like this his hands are so close to Jungkook’s crotch. Jungkook fumbles with the empty cup of coffee, wondering what Taehyung may be thinking.

“Do you enjoy long hugs?” Taehyung asks him.

“Yeah, I do.”

“I enjoy them too, they comfort me quite a lot.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“I bet you can’t have them often, can you?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “they make me…”

“I know”, Taehyung interrupts him, “they make you want to murder the person. Well, at least your instincts kick in, I am sure that you don’t actually want to kill them.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook whispers, feeling flabbergasted once again just how accurately Taehyung gets him.

“Is it with everyone you meet or just humans?”

“No, just humans.”

“I see”, Taehyung nods his head, “shall I give you a long hug?” he offers with the sweetest innocence in his dark brown eyes.

Jungkook flusters, “no uhm…” he looks to the side, touching the side of his neck.

“I apologise. I’m way too pushy, please forgive me”, Taehyung says, putting distance between their bodies. He lies back against the car door, keeping his legs parted for comfort reasons, “I’m normally not like that, I don’t know what is wrong with me lately.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Taehyung lets out a shy laugh, playing with the fluffy strands of hair at the back of his head.

“This is, uhm…” he begins, “…this is a good song, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yeah, it’s one of my favourite songs at the moment”, Jungkook answers him, but his brain is busy with something else.

Taehyung offered him a long hug. He hasn’t had a long hug in so long that he can’t even remember the last time he actually had it. He really wants to be hugged. He loves hugs. Especially long ones, warm ones, the kind which makes him happy to be alive.

“I can see why it is. The melody is very good”, Taehyung says, fumbling with his own hands, “do you make music?”

“Sometimes. It’s not good.”

“I’m sure that this isn’t true. How do you make music? Do you sing or play instruments?”

“I can sing”, Jungkook says and flusters.

“You can? I can sing as well”, Taehyung smiles shyly, “we must sing together one day.”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung, gnawing on his lower lip.

Ah fuck it, he thinks and gets on all fours to crawl to Taehyung. He plops down with his head turned to the side in embarrassment, falling into Taehyung’s chest with a soft huff of air.

“Oh?”

“Don’t say anything”, he mumbles.

“I won’t”, Taehyung says, draping his arms around Jungkook’s body. He buries his left hand in his hair, running his fingertips over Jungkook’s scalp slowly.

“Can you play instruments?” Taehyung asks him, having his eyes closed now that he is hugging Jungkook.

“Yoongi is teaching me how to play the guitar”, Jungkook answers him with his eyes closed in comfort. So that’s how it feels like. A long hug. That’s how it feels like.

“Oh, that is a good instrument. I am sure that you are very good at it already.”

“No, I’m not. It’s so hard.”

Taehyung chuckles, “indeed. I tried playing the guitar once, but gave up because it was way too difficult.”

Jungkook chuckles and Taehyung does too.

“Can you play something?” Jungkook asks Taehyung.

“Yes. The violin and the saxophone. I can also play the trumpet, but I am not very good at it. And at one point I was a very popular cembalo player.”

Jungkook has to laugh.

“Cembalo? Really?” he asks, looking up at Taehyung.

“Why are you laughing? Cembalos were very popular once upon a time. I was the most exciting person at parties”, Taehyung says with widened eyes.

“I’m sure you were”, Jungkook snickers.

Taehyung studies Jungkook’s features and slowly his face morphs into a fond smile before a warm laugh shakes his body. And Jungkook feels the need to laugh right with him, hands placed atop Taehyung’s chest and feet under the weight of his own butt.

Their laughter fades out in synch with the song fading into the next one. Taehyung’s eyes race between Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s do the same to Taehyung’s.

“I uhm”, Taehyung begins and sits up.

Like this, his legs are around Jungkook while the latter is kneeling right between them with his hands slipping down Taehyung’s torso as gravity pulls them down.

“Jungkook, I”, Taehyung whispers, placing his hands on Jungkook’s waist.

“Yeah?” Jungkook breathes.

“I really want to kiss you. Do you want the same?”

Jungkook exhales shakily, lowering his eyes. His hands finally come to stop on Taehyung’s lower tummy. It is bend in a little inwards slope because of the position the two vampires find themselves in. Jungkook traces the shape of it before his fingers naturally slip to his waist.

His eyes flit up, meeting Taehyung’s nervous gaze. He is holding his breath, not daring to move even if Jungkook’s gentle touch makes him shiver oh so much.

“I think”, Jungkook begins. His eyes flit to Taehyung’s lips. “I think I want the same”, he confesses and moves in.

Taehyung meets him halfway with his eyes already closed and a soft sigh slipping off his tongue. Their lips touch. Taehyung places his hand on the back of Jungkook’s neck instantly, fingers grasping him with such desperate emotion that Jungkook finds himself drawing closer to him if he wanted to or not.

He exhales shakily during a moment where their lips break apart, but neither of them decide to break the kiss any further. They fall into it again, wrapping their arms around the other until their chests melt into one and their hands bury themselves deep in the other’s hair.

A long hug and deep kisses. They won’t tell each other, but both know that this is all they needed tonight. They may both have different reasons, but they don’t mind because in this moment right here on the backseat of this car while outside the rain kisses the world, they were okay.

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