#ging writes

You found yourself sitting in a convertible, quite a sleek and expensive looking one, too. You feel the cool, evening breeze greets your face as you pass through blurry buildings, with the sun melting into the pink, orangey clouds at the distance.

Jade was next to you, one hand on the steering as he whizzes pass the yellow, dimmed lights of the city, all blurred by the speed. He was wearing a blue collared dress shirt, with a navy knitted pullover hugging around his figure. It seems to have manta rays and eel patterns knitted on. The sleeve on the same arm gripping the steering has been rolled to his elbows, with a leather-strapped watch softly glimmering against the sunset.

Jade was just bringing you back home, nothing else. You have just finished working from a library café and would take the bus home as usual. But just as you were leaving, your phone gently vibrated a notification.

It was Jade.

“Good evening. Do you happen to be off work now?”

Oddly on some evenings occasionally, Jade would insist to drive you back home. It was nothing more, and nothing less. You and Jade were just classmates back in college and had ventured into different paths after graduation. You always had a little crush on Jade, maybe that was why your heart panged when he smiled at you after the graduation ceremony. He laid his hands on his chest and bowed as he took his belongings to return to the Northern Coral Sea.

However, you both keep in touch. You told him that you would take a sabbatical, for a breather and to build up your finances. After all, Grim took a generous chunk of your wallet for tuna on a monthly basis back then. Upon hearing that, Jade commented although it was an uncommon path, he understood your situation. Despite you sharing your little plans with him, he would never tell you what he is up to now.

Is he working? Perhaps. But what? A nine to five office job? You shook your head, Jade would probably not choose that kind of career, let alone Floyd, his twin brother.

Back to Jade’s message, your short nails clicked against the phone screen in the process of drafting a reply.

“Yeah, I was just about to leave.”

“Certainly, please stay put. I will approximately reach there in five minutes.”

Just as you waved your coworkers goodbye, a familiar, black convertible slowed towards the front of the shop. You stepped out and found Jade on the driver’s seat, leaning towards the passenger’s seat to open the door for you.

At least chivalry isn’t dead in this man’s books. You thought as you stepped into the convertible and threw your bag towards the backseat.

‘What brings you here in town this time?’ you smiled as Jade turned his body towards you with full attention.

‘I had a business meeting.’ He simply replied, curling his lips into a grin.

‘I see.’ On a second thought, maybe it’s a good idea to not know what kind of career he is in for now.

‘Have you had dinner?’ Without waiting for your answer, he extended his long arm to the backseat and pulled out a container. ‘I got you some pizza.’

You took the container from him, grateful. ‘Thank you, Jade. You didn’t have to’

‘Oh, but I wanted to. I figured you have not eaten anything yet.’ Though his eyes were focused on the road, you could hear a slight tone of worry in his syllables. ‘You should eat on schedule often, it’s not healthy if you don’t.’

‘Wow, why are you so thoughtful today, Jade?’ you teased and you opened the container. The smell of herbs and cheese waffled in the air, and you looked at the pizza. Why, of course, are there mushrooms on it. In fact, two types.

Jade just glanced and gave you a grin, flashing his sharp teeth at you. You felt slight shudders down your spine and decided the pizza suddenly looks more attractive than Jade.

And the rest of the ride was quiet. You sneaked a few looks at Jade before turning your gaze back to the blurred city lights. His teal hair was riding in the breeze, slightly messing his side parting that was probably styled hours ago for the meeting. Your heart ached a bit as you tried to brand the picture of him in your mind, he looked like a magazine cover.

Just as you know it, you started seeing familiar streets and flats. Your heart sank, your once-in-a blue moon alone time with Jade was up.

Jade parked his convertible at the car park, steps away from the flat lobby. ‘Welcome home.’ he smiled at you as he gathered your belongings from the backseat before passing them to you.

‘Thank you for driving me back, Jade. I appreciate it.’ You tried to smile and ignore the fact you were about to retreat into your lonely, hidey hole. And maybe fantasize about Jade for a couple more weeks, both innocent and erotic. Jade is a busy man, with all sorts of meetings and conferences to attend, you won’t be able to meet him for a bit.

‘It is my pleasure.’ Jade replies softly. For a brief moment, his eyes turned soft as his hands you back your belongings, brushing his fingers against yours. Your heart seemed to ache even more at this sight.

Wait. What if I invite him to my flat? The thought flashed through your mind, but you shook it off. Inviting Jade Leech into your humble abode? Are you perchance, INSANE. Just then, another passing thought flashed through.

If I remember correctly, the humble abode in question last looked like two hurricanes just whizzed past the whole flat. Thoroughly.

You jolted back into reality when you felt calloused fingers ghosting over your cheek. Jade was scanning your blank face this whole time.

‘Are you feeling unwell?’ His yellow and grey eyes grazed on yours.

‘I-I’m fine,’ you inhaled sharply. ‘Just exhausted from my shift.’ You weren’t lying. Your feet were screaming at you to sit your ass down.

Without a word, Jade gently freed your bags from your grasp. ‘In that case, I shall help you with these, until we are at your unit, of course.’ He smiled and wordlessly walked towards the lobby.

You swore that smile looked like there’s some hidden intentions behind. But again, he’s Jade Leech.

He was waiting by the locked glass door for you as you followed his trail. You took out your access card and tapped it against the scanner at the side.

The glass door vibrated in response, with Jade opening it thereafter. You slipped past him and pressed the lift button. Thank goodness for you, the lift decided to save your dignity and opened in a heartbeat.

You walked into the lift, with Jade following suite. Tapping the access card against a scanner, you pressed your floor and the lift hummed in response.

On the corner of your eye, you caught Jade staring at you. You internally groaned. Maybe it’s how you smell of coffee grounds, or how much you are shifting your feet uncomfortably to subdue the ache under your soles. Gosh dammit, of all times, why must he be coming to your unit? Your eyes travelled to Jade, you could see his outfit clearly now.

He wore chocolate-brown slacks and a leather belt, with dressy shoes that shone under the lift’s lights. As you were staring, you felt lightheaded and the world suddenly turned upwards. It’s definitely because you haven’t had anything since noon.

You braced for the impact but felt none. You felt strong arms wrapped around the small of your back firmly, probably the only reason why your chance of having a concussion dropped from hundred to zero.

Jade’s mismatches eyes flickered against your face. You swore you saw a worry crease on his forehead but was quickly replaced by a smug grin.

‘Did not expect you to fall in joy for my kindness,’ Jade chuckles as he hoisted you up gently.

Despite your dizziness, you glared at Jade. ‘Don’t be full of yourself, Leech.’

‘My my, what scathing looks and words you have.’ He feigned hurt, hands placing over his heart.

The lift interrupted the moment with a loud ding and opened its doors, as if it was trying to throw you both out and throw up by itself in private.

You exited and walked towards your unit, you could hear Jade’s shoes clicking behind you. Click Clack Click Clack. You managed to get to your unit, unlocked the front door and entered. Jade stood at the entrance, still holding your belongings.

Should I? Should I invite him in? Oh for goodness’s sake, what’s the worst he could say?

‘Do you want to come in?’ You muttered, ‘I could make us some tea.’

You looked up and saw Jade smiling politely, or at least attempting to, because it somewhat looked suspiciously like a smirk instead. Must be the lighting. You concluded wordlessly.

‘I would be delighted.’ He stepped through the threshold and removed his shoes. You shut the door and did the same. Your feet were screaming for relief, but you stood your ground. You head to the washroom to wash your feet and hands, a habit you have developed ever since you started living alone. The thought of having dirt outside clinging onto your furniture is enough to make you grimace.

By the time you entered the living room, you saw Jade sitting on your couch. He looks visibly relaxed and appears to be scanning around your house, taking it all in.

‘Just sit there, I’ll make some chamomile.’ You smiled as you headed to the kitchen and picked up your kettle. Boiling some hot water, the kettle hummed as you pulled out a canister of tea leaves from your pantry. You meticulously scooped a generous amount of tea leaves into the built-in strainer of your teapot, before scalding it all with hot water.

You set the teapot and teacups to the living room coffee table and poured a cup for Jade before handing it to him. He thanked you politely before blowing gently on the steaming, yellow liquid.

You sat next to Jade in silence, drinking the steaming tea. Just as you set your teacup on the coffee table, Jade gently pulled you into an embrace. Your mind blanked out as he gripped his arms around your back, heart beating loudly from your chest. ‘J-Jade…?’ you called out. No answer. ‘I’m filthy you know.’

Really? Is that all you care about right now?

 Jade mustered a shaky breath. His eyes gazes onto you and you felt a shiver down your spine.

Why does he look so sad?

On the other hand, Jade felt his heart constrict, as if someone is grasping around it as he boldly pulled you into his embrace.

After the graduation, Jade couldn’t put a finger around what seemed to be missing. He felt empty back home and has wrecked his brain quietly on the list of possible reasons.

He opened his contacts and scrolled onto your name. Realisation dawned on him in such as an ocean wave washing over him. He wants to see you, even if it’s a glance. It will suffice.

Without any hesitation, Jade sent a message to you. From there onwards, you both would start to catch up and text from time to time. That’s how Jade knows your current situation.

But texting isn’t enough. He wants to see you. So badly.

Hell, his heart aches at the thought of you. He knows he shouldn’t reveal his intentions just yet.

So, he cleverly planned and decided he would see you after his meetings in town by driving you back to your flat. It’s so bloody pathetic, but it is all worth it.

All just to see you, maybe hold you. He has been doing this for months, and unfortunately there isn’t much progress in the relationship. Naturally, he grew restless.

When you invited him to your flat for tea. Excitement and relief swept over him. Finally, there is some form of progress accelerating slowly.

He knows he should not be hasty, but his heart wants more.

More.

Jade desperately wants to hold you in his arms, brush his fingers against your cheek, curl his legs around yours and kiss you like his life depended on it. Then to nuzzle himself against the corner of your neck and shoulder, as he thrusts himself in you –

‘Jade?’ you called out again, snapping him out of his daydream. He realised that he had pulled you towards himself.

‘Ah,’ Jade blinked, ‘My apologies, I have acted on impulse.’ He pulled away and searched for an answer on your face. You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back towards your body, noticing that Jade’s eyes widened as his stumbled on top of you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your crush has just exploded into a full-blown love. Since we’re here, we might as well just finish the damn job.

‘Jade,’ you breathed, he hums in response. ‘Actually, I like you, a lot. ‘Like’ is an understatement.

There was an uneasy silence before you felt the damned calloused hands wrapping around the back of your head. Your eyes met Jade’s, and his expression unreadable. Damn, I’m totally getting rejected, probably.

‘I must say, Christmas came early,’ Jade laughs softly, you could see his mismatched eyes twinkling affectionately and mischievously back at yours. And you knew, you had your answer.

You made a bold move, it’s now or never. The consequences are definitely a future-me problem.

Lifting your head, you slowly close the distance between you and Jade. His lips tasted slightly of the sea, and he slowly melted into the kiss.

Jade lowered your head onto the couch along with his upper body. You kissed him hungrily, years of hidden feelings rose to the surface.

Jade felt like he was floating, somewhere in the sea where jellyfishes move hypnotically, emitting a soft glow from their bodies. Joy and relief swept over his body as he kisses you deeply, afraid that you would let go and he would suddenly be back into a dark, cold place at the bottom of the ocean.

Your fingers tangled in his teal hair messily, while his black strand decided it was finally time for it to fall from Jade’s ears. Jade licked your lips in fervently, and you instinctively parted your lips.

His tongue slipped in and explored your mouth, leaving no stones unturned. Your tongue shyly met his and tangoed together. You felt his sharp teeth clicked against yours in the process, but Jade was surprisingly careful not to harshly nip your lips despite his excitement. You pulled away first to gasp for oxygen, while Jade dove onto your neck and playfully nipped it, earning another gasp from you.

As Jade’s tongue traced along your trachea, you softly moan, the syllables rumbling against his tongue. ‘You smell so good,’ Jade suddenly mutters as he inhaled your scent deeply.

‘I stink of coffee grounds and sweat, Jade.’

‘You aren’t wrong,’ Jade stopped to grin at you. ‘Morays has a keen sense of smell. I’m simply dousing myself in your scent.’ He doves back into your shoulders, his hair tickling your face.

But this time, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away. A hurt expression passed by his face but was quickly replaced with the cool-headed Jade façade. ‘Where are we heading with this?’

Jade blinked at you, carefully choosing his next words. ‘I would like to show you my hidden feelings ever since we graduated.’ His thumb brushes over your cheek. ‘I would like to be honest with you, with my actions and body.’

Your heart gripped in anticipation as your thoughts rush back to the erotic fantasies you’ve thought about in the past. Shit. Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? The thought of Jade grabbing your hips as he thrusts his length accelerated your heartbeat. His wet whispers and groans at the side of your ear in every push. Large, calloused hands roaming on your body and grazing your nipples before his starts suckling it……

You snapped back with Jade softly grinding against you, earning choked moans as a reward. You could feel a slightly hard bulge grinding against you. Oh shit shit shit, are we really doing this? But even if we do, what will we become?

‘Jade,’ you tried to steady your voice. ‘If I let you, what will we be?’

Jade swipes a strand of hair away from your face. ‘You will be my mate, and mine alone.’

‘It feels weird, because we just meet each other a few days in a month,’ you replied meekly. ‘I didn’t know you harboured feelings for me, Jade.’

His eyes softened once more, he has been doing that a lot this whole time more than usual. ‘I did, I was afraid that it’ll chase you away.’

You smiled at Jade again, this felt too good to be true, if it was a dream, I wouldn’t want to wake up too soon….

‘I’m sorry that I didn’t notice it sooner, Jade.’ Your fingers combed through the teal strands gingerly. You never seen Jade so vulnerable and longing to be loved, both are emotions that Jade himself probably seldom felt in his life.

Jade grind against you once more, albeit this time rougher than previously. His eyes fluttered shut at the temporary pleasure. ‘It’s alright, my dearest. Safe to say, I think we’ve both established our feelings.’

You gasped as Jade slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingers making his way to your breasts. Wiggling under your bra, he pinched both of your nipples.

Shuddering at the touch of his fingertips as he gently twists your nipples, you arched your back towards his body for more. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Jade Leech, in the flesh, groping your chest as he grinds against you. In the midst of the lusty haze, you had to dig your fingernails into your thighs as a wakeup call.

You felt a wave of pleasure from your nipples once more, Jade is definitely real, this isn’t one of your fantasies, nor is it a dream.

It’s real.

Jade was trailing his tongue against your abdomen as he continues flicking your nipples. You felt the pleasure travelled from your nipples and edging slowly towards below your pelvis.

You were getting wet, really wet and aroused.

‘Is this your first time?’ Jade coos as he planted a kiss slightly above your navel. He’s so hot.

‘Y-yes,’ you managed to breathe out, ‘please be gentle…’ your voice trails off.

Jade grins again. ‘Yes, my dear. Fret not, I will,’ he hoisted his body a little higher, so much so his face is now facing your breasts. He took your right nipple and started to suck on it gently.

You gasped and gripped his hair, with his other hand twisting your left nipple, the sensation was extremely intense. You softly moan as Jade nipped playfully and suckles on your nipple. His tongue circles around before taking it all in for another suck.

‘It’s my first time too,’ Jade mumbles, his tongue licking your nipple again. ‘I’ve been waiting for this for a bit, so I just might be impatient.’

Jade pulled away from your breasts, you whined at the halt of pleasure. But stopped when you noticed his hands creeped behind your back and unbuckled your bra. Just as he took it off, he dropped the bra on the floor and helped you out of your shirt.

Your upper body is now half bare, right before his eyes.

‘That’s not very fair,’ you grumbled. Jade just chuckled as he removed his knitted pullover. His impatience reflected perfectly on how fast he tried to unbutton his collared shirt.

You practically helped Jade undress by yanking the shirt out of his arms, before tossing it to goodness-knows-where. Before you could drink in the sight of his toned muscles and marvel at his biceps, Jade sat up and hoisted you over his shoulders, ignoring your squeals as he tries to find your bedroom.

‘It’ll be that way.’ You pointed towards a room behind him, and he whizzes around in response. He entered and closed the door before placing you gently on your bed. Your arms found themselves hooking around Jade’s neck as he kisses your forehead while yanking your pants down.

Momentarily, Jade pulled away to unbuckle his belt and slipped out of his slacks. Stepping out of it, he climbs into your bed and caged his arms around you.

You have nowhere to escape. This little world is just you and Jade Leech. You know shouldn’t succumb yourself to a man that you don’t even know what kind of job he does. But heck, it’s something you have both been waiting for.

Jade kisses you with an opened mouth, fingers caressing your hair as you reciprocated the kiss. His other arm slides towards your clit as he continued to work his mouth, with his other arm supporting his whole weight on your bed.

Slipping his hand underneath the band of your underwear, he peeled it meticulously and dropped it somewhere on the floor. You cried out when Jade’s digits touch your slick and rub it against your clitoris.

‘Jade, a-ah,’ you moaned, his digits now coated in slick massaged your folds before slipping one into you. You whimpered as he slipped in the second digit and felt his fingers curling in you.

Jade started to thrust his fingers shallowly in you at first, before going deeper and rougher. Unbeknownst to him, the strain on his brief getting firmer against you as he went. You gasped and gripped his shoulders tightly, moaning out his name as you felt a pleasure building up below.

Your vision white out as you came, with Jade still thrusting his fingers. 

Jade removed his fingers and just kissed you, allowing you to breathe from all the intensity. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he smiled. ‘All pretty and mine for myself.’

Your hands ghosts over his briefs, and eventually his bulge. Jade shudders as your hands wrapped around his clothed cock, you swore you felt it twitch against your touch. Without a beat, Jade removed the briefs cleanly from him, revealing his bulge that was hiding.

Jade pressed a loving kiss on your temple. ‘Stay here,’ he whispers, hot breath lingering on the side of your head. ‘I believe my pocket have a condom.’ He turned and exited the room, leaving you with your wrenched thoughts and quivering heart. You didn’t know how to feel about all this. You’re definitely scared, but the thought of his teal hair tickling you as he kisses your mouth triggered some sort of a mix between heart ache and anticipation. Jade kissed me You thought as you brought your fingertips towards your lips.

Before you could go on, Jade’s presence entered the room. He gently smiles at you as he ripped open the condom sachet.

Shit, we are really going to do it. You gulped.

Truth to be told, Jade has been never this soft and gentle back in college. The Jade back then maybe would’ve ripped your clothes and chucked your undergarments somewhere, he wouldn’t even care about condom, just the feeling of you clenching around him as he throws his head back. He would definitely fuck you without considering your feelings and ignore your cries.

So why is he being so, gentle?

You blinked as you watched Jade rolled up the condom onto his cock. It was….. quite girthy, so to speak. With veins protruding along his length, you couldn’t help but to gawk at it.

Jade noticed and flashed his sharp teeth to you. ‘Like what you see?’ he grins as he discarded the sachet on the floor. ‘Damn right I do.’ You confessed as he climbs over you for another, hungry kiss. Jade pulled away and retreated his face towards your clit. You knew what he was about to do. You friends told you how good getting eaten out feels like, but as many details you were given, you didn’t know how it feels.

Well, that is, until now.

Jade’s tongue pressed at your entrance, before flicking against your bud. Your hands flew to grab onto his scalp, moaning as you go. You could feel Jade smiling as he suckles your bud gently. Instinctively, you spread your legs and hooked around his shoulders to take him deeper onto your clit, sandwiching his head between your thighs. He’s wonderful, but how is he doing it so good during his first time? You then felt a something undoing itself in your lower abdomen, ‘J-Jade,’ you gasped. He seems to understand your cue, so he thrusted his tongue deep into your cunt, slurping your wetness as he ate you. As if Jade hasn’t eaten anything for days, he opened his mouth and ate noisily with his lips and tongue coating around your clit. You couldn’t hold it anymore, ‘Jade.. A-ah – I’m about to cu –‘ your words were cut short as you came into Jade’s warm mouth, riding his face as the pleasure slowly ebbed away.

With his tongue, Jade cleaned your clit a bit before lifting his body towards yours, slick still shining around his mouth and lips. He licked his upper teeth erotically, which you covered your blushing face in response. Combing his hair back, he positioned himself in front of your slicked entrance.

‘Are you scared?’ his strong arms caged around you once more, eyes glassy with lust and love.

‘I am,’ you responded breathlessly. ‘I love you so much, Jade.’ You leaned in for a kiss.

Jade lowered his face in response. ‘And I too, love you.’

You both kissed, he grabbed your hand and seeped his long fingers in between yours, you responded by interlocking yours against his.

Oh, how I love him.

Jade inserted himself in you slowly, the pressure stretching your aching, throbbing walls was such a relief, you sobbed and moaned as his girth and length continues to spread your walls apart. Jade’s eyes fluttered closed as he let out a shaky exhale, allowing his cock to venture in you deeper.

Once he’s fully sheathed in you, Jade opened his eyes, half-lidded with lust. ‘You’re so tight,’ he groaned. ‘You’re doing such a good job taking me in so well.’ Looking down, you see the lower bodies of you both being connected. It’s unbelievable, and it was as if God had really made you both for each other. It was really a beautiful thing.

Jade withdraws his cock from you, before slamming it back into you. He realised he was too rough when you wailed loudly, blubbering his name in exclamation.

‘My apologies,’ he thumbs his finger against your cheek, ‘I don’t think I can hold back from here onwards.’ Your eyes flew opened as Jade started snapping his hips into yours in a steady pace. You gripped his hand tightly in response to the pain, which subsequently turned into pleasure.

With his cock racking in your walls, you cried out loud in every relentless pace Jade goes. He fucks you hard with a momentum, allowing your other hand to claw his back.

‘J-J-Jade, a-ah,’ you managed to splutter as he mercilessly rams in you. You could feel he’s enjoying this, his face growing hot from the pleasure. ‘fuck…..harder, h-harder!’

Jade’s eyes met yours, visibly stunned. But quickly recovered with a sadistic grin which he’s known for so much. ‘Anything for you, my dear.’ He let go of your hand and grabbed your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled your gaping, warm cunt onto his aching cock.

You cried out at the force, sobbing as your hand reached out to hold his wrist. Jade then pulls your body towards him and placed your legs on his shoulders. ‘Oh hell no, what are you doing?’ you managed to get those words out before you crumbled into another moaning mess. ‘I promise this angle will make you feel more of me.’ Jade smiles as he plummeted his cock in you again, he presses his body against yours, forming a mating press. You sobbed as your hands searched his for comfort, he seemed to know and immediately grabbed your hand in response.

Jade was right, you feel he goes in deeper now, with his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. He sighed and grunted softly as you clenched your walls around him. ‘You’re so tight…’ he trails off. ‘I’m getting close,’ he whispers in your ear, and you clenched around him again. ‘You’re so beautiful.’

You felt pleasure reaching its high on your lower abdomen too. ‘S-same,’ you managed to splutter out, ‘J-Jade, I’m com–‘ you let out another sinful moan, ‘I’m coming, Jade, ah, Jade!’

Jade looks like he’s about to crumble too, he gave one last thrust and buried himself in you. ‘Ah,’ Jade quietly moaned as he quickly brought your legs down from his shoulder and wrapped them around his hips. He reached out and pulled you to his chest as you both came at the same time.

Your walls were contracting so much, quite an effort to milk every last cum from his cock futilely. You felt his cock spasm and twitch, unloading his hot cum into the condom. You felt the warmth and heat of it in you.

None of you spoke after Jade spilled the last drop of his seed in you. Huffing and panting, he tightens his hold around you as your hands reached out to his back.

You did it. You had sex with Jade. What is going to become of us? Is this considered as a hook up?

Jade was snuggling into your shoulder, sighing contently before licking and nibbling your neck. ‘Jade?’ you whispered.

‘Yes, my dear?’

‘So are we…. A thing? Apart from mates?’

You could feel Jade tense up before replying. ‘Ah, haven’t we established our relationship?’ He inhales your hair.

‘So…. We are….?’

‘Fufu. Here I thought we shared the same interest before having…. coitus.’

‘N-No! I didn’t mean it that way… ‘your voice trailed off. ‘I mean, I would love to…. continue loving you from now and in the future.’

Jade lifted his head from your shoulder, his eyes glinting slightly at your words.

‘I would love to, too.’ His lips curled into a small, genuine smile as he gazes at you.

Jade cuddled you some more before withdrawing his soft, flaccid cock from you. He pulled out the full condom carefully and tied it firmly before lifting you up in bridal style. ‘Jade?’ you called out to him as he walked towards your bathroom. He grabbed a plastic stool from your room and placed it in the shower before lowering you onto the seat. Jade kissed your forehead before turning on the water.

It was warm and comforting as Jade bathed you down thoroughly from head to toe, before washing himself. He grabbed the nearby hanging towel, wrapped it around your body and carried you back into your room. Plopping you on your bed, he rummaged through your drawers and fished out a fresh set of everything.

‘Please, Jade,’ you pleaded as he attempted to dress you. ‘I can do it myself.’

‘Oh? But my princess seems to be still in a daze.’ He chuckled and yanked an oversized tee over your head despite your blubbering protests.

Before you know it, Jade heated the pizza and made sure you ate your fill, fully clothed in his initial outfit. You peered out of the window as Jade washed the dishes, the sunset has melted into a dark void with shiny planets here and there. The hum of the traffic from a distance away turned into a sleepy, white noise, with yellow lights softly flashing everywhere.

For the first time, you felt at peace and not lonely.

Calloused hands held your shoulders, you reached to caress them without breaking your eye contact with the scenery. ‘Jade?’ you heard him hum in response. ‘Could you… stay the night, with me?’

‘I would love to,’ you turned your head this time, Jade looked so soft and content. You noticed the yellow and white lights reflected against his face from the sleepy city. ‘I don’t have anything on tomorrow, anyways.’

He looks so pretty. So, so untroubled. Even his eyelashes look delicate and graceful whenever he flutters them.

You gently pulled him into another kiss, he responses immediately and held your face. ‘I love you, Jade.’

‘Well, I am undoubtedly happy to hear this coming from you.’

One day, you both would live together. You would cook for him, while he does the dishes. You will look forward to seeing him come home every day, with hot meals on the table. You both would chatter about your day, bathe together and snuggle in each other’s warmth every night.

Jade’s heart soared. Higher and higher towards the ocean surface. It is as if everything will be alright. Everything is perfect.

Oh, and one more thing, you still didn’t know about his career. He doesn’t intend to tell you just yet, he’s waiting for either the right time or when you catch him red-handed. 

‘Jaaaaaaadddeeeeuuuhhh’ a familiar voice drawled on the other side of his phone. ‘Papa said that ████ has a pocket watch and whipped cream éclair on floor █.’ Jade’s eyes narrowed at the code words, silently comprehending them.

‘Certainly, Floyd,’ He flashed a threatening grin unintentionally, ‘Would it just be me, or with you?’

‘Ehhh,’ Floyd dragged. ‘We come in a pair for this oneeeee, heheheeeee.’

Jade simply just grinned wider.

Someday, and somewhat, Jade will tell you the truth. But for now, everything is fine and dandy.

After all, revealing that working for your family’s ‘this and that’ to someone that isn’t in the family yet is a risky, risky move. But he is extremely sure that his family will be pleased and stoked to meet you.

Falling over his feet a couple steps into the room, Pete fake drunkenly slurred, “Oh! This isn’t the bathroom! Would you know where I could find the bathroom? I’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight.”

Pete got his feet under him after that, but still swayed on his feet to keep up the drunken act. Pete tried to inconspicuously take in the room. The alpha he had been following was sitting at a chair behind a desk. It looked like a pretty typical office, bookshelves and filing cabinets filling most of the rest of the space.

“Who are you? How did you get up here?” the alpha asked, eyes raking up and down Pete’s form. 

“I was just looking for the bathroom. It’s too loud downstairs in the club, and I was hoping there was one up here!” Pete giggled. “And as for my name, it’s anything you want it to be, handsome.”

Pete wanted to gag at having to flirt with this alpha knowing he had an alpha of his own at home, but if it got the mission done, he would do it.

“There’s nothing for you up here. Go back downstairs,” the alpha replied, not taking Pete’s bait. “Wait, do I know you? You look familiar.”

Pete’s heart started thudding louder in his ears. He had been on a previous mission with Kinn when he met with this alpha, but Pete had been in the back of the room the entire time, and it’d been years. Kinn had assured him that the man wouldn’t know who he was.

The alpha squinted slightly, tilting his head to the side while he thought. Then a sly smirk grew on his face.

“Oh, I know who you are. You’re one of Kinn’s bitches. I wouldn’t move if I were you,” the man chuckled as he pulled a gun from behind his back. Pete then heard the tell-tale click of a gun cocking behind him. Someone had entered the room after him and he didn’t even notice.

Pete listened, knowing it was in his best interest. Maybe he could continue to act like a helpless omega to get out of this situation. Not the most dignifying, but if it meant avoiding getting shot, he’d do anything.

The man took a step toward Pete, feet faltering when he took a deep breath in.

“Oh, you’re an omega,” a slimy smile grew on the man’s face. “We’re going to have fun with you.”

The man behind Pete laughed softly, like it was some inside joke.

“Kneel.”

Powerless to stop it, Pete’s body dropped to its knees. He winced as he made contact with the hard concrete, bruises probably already forming.

Pete hated alpha commands with a passion. It was illegal to use an alpha command on an omega that you weren’t involved with unless the omega’s life was in danger. It was nearly impossible to release someone from a random alpha’s command without a command from an alpha that the omega trusted. Eventually, the command would wear off on its own, but it could sometimes take too long. Alphas hadn’t been taught how to use their commands in years, since laws were put into place, but it wasn’t too hard to learn on your own or get the help from an alpha from an older generation that didn’t like the new laws, as it was still a natural instinct. 

The only good thing about alpha commands was that an alpha couldn’t command someone to fatally wound themself. Self-preservation instincts kicked in before your brain would allow a command like that. But, that didn’t mean that an alpha couldn’t command an omega to hurt themselves in any way. As long as the brain deemed it to not be immediately fatal, it would listen. 

Surprisingly, it was taboo in the mafia to use alpha commands, even if an alpha was fighting an omega. It was a cheat, and no alpha wanted to be seen as cheating or taking the easy way out. They couldn’t stand a hit to their pride, and it benefited everyone.

“What do you want?” Pete asked, not daring to look up into the eyes of the man, attempting to come off as more subservient than he actually was.

“What I want,” he started, “is for you to do as I say and not make a sound. Follow my commands and no one gets hurt.”

The alpha stared down at Pete with a glint in his eye that he could only describe as evil. 

“What I also want,” he continued, “is to maybe have a little fun with an omega before sending your head back to the family as a warning.” 

Pete prayed that Porsche and the other guards were on their way after not hearing from Pete for this long. He was never more thankful that this wasn’t a solo mission.

The alpha leaned over, holding the gun out to Pete. This is it. I’m really going to die here. His breath hitched, and Pete was pretty sure the two alphas could hear his heart beating.

“Point the gun at your stomach and don’t make a sound or speak. When I tell you to, you shoot. If anybody tries to take the gun out of your hands, you shoot,” the alpha growled.

Pete’s hands automatically reached out to take the gun to do as he said. At this point, it felt like he wasn’t even present and that he was no longer in control of his body, having to sit in the back seat and watch as his body moved to the alpha’s will, no matter how much he wished to stop it. Apparently, his brain decided that shooting himself in the stomach wouldn’t be fatal.

“Now,” the alpha said, turning away from Pete, “we’re going to sit here while my men do a sweep of the floor to see if you had any others with you. Maybe there’s another omega with you and we can have double the fun?”

The second alpha turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Pete and this alpha alone.

Five minutes passed in silence, the only sound coming from the muffled bass thumping through the floor from the club below.

Hands shaking slightly from having an alpha command used against him, Pete felt the gun slip a little from the sweat gathering on his palms. 

“I don’t even know why they thought sending an omega in would work. Omegas are meant to be good bitches and taking care of their alpha,” the man said, getting up from his chair to stand in front of Pete. “I mean, I guess we can thank them for making this mistake and sending us a beautiful omega to play with before taking your life.”

The alpha reached out and stroked Pete’s cheek. Unable to move because of the command, Pete grit his teeth. The man was a slimy alpha, and he couldn’t stand being touched by him. If, no when , he got out of this alive, he was going to take five very hot showers. And cuddle with Vegas in their bed and not get out for a week.

“I don’t even know why you thought you had a chance of defeating us. You’re just a delusional omega,” the man continued. “You’re just a bitch, doing anything an alpha asks. In fact…present.”

Pete had let the alpha’s words roll off his back because he knew they weren’t true, but he was again helpless to stop the command. His head tilted to the right, baring the left side of his neck for the alpha to see. Pete grit his teeth again. It was a massive taboo to ask an omega to show their mating mark, let alone forcing them to present. But then again, this alpha didn’t seem to care about social rules.

The alpha stepped forward, pushing a few strands of hair off Pete’s neck. He was glad he always covered his mating mark with really good waterproof makeup. He and Vegas still hadn’t announced their relationship to the entire family and were keeping it on the down low for now. On top of that, Pete had been playing the role of a helpless omega for this mission, so he would’ve needed to cover it up anyway.

“See, what did I tell you?” the alpha scoffed. “No mark. You’re just a desperate bitch, hoping for attention from any alpha. I guess I can give you what you want.” 

He made his way over to sit in his chair again, where he could keep an eye on Pete while he waited for his men to come back. 

The next few minutes pass again in silence, Pete still stuck kneeling on the floor, gun to his stomach, and neck bared for anyone to see.

After what felt like forever, Pete could hear footsteps approaching the door. The alpha sat up in his chair, placing his hand over the gun he still had at his side. The person at the door knocked in a rhythm that seemed to be some sort of code. The alpha relaxed before telling whoever it was to come in. 

Before Pete could even begin to process what was happening, the door opened and two shots were fired. He couldn’t turn to see who was at the door, but the alpha in front of him had been shot in both shoulders.

The family’s bodyguards made their way into the room and restrained the alpha. Once they knew the alpha couldn’t reach for his gun, Porsche made his way slowly toward Pete. He wanted to speak up and tell him to stop, but his mouth was still glued shut from the alpha’s command.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you unless you want a dead omega,” the alpha chuckled before breaking off into a blood-filled cough. The room froze, including Porsche, Pete’s shoulders sagging slightly in relief. 

“What did you do to him?” Porsche demanded, rushing toward the restrained alpha.

“Why should I tell you? I’m a dead man either way. If I can take out that bitch on the way, why not?” the man taunted. “I’ll let you figure out what causes him to shoot.”

Porsche turned back to Pete, a worried glint in his eyes.

“Can you talk?” Porsche questioned. Pete just stared into the other man’s eyes, unable to move even his head to shake it.

Porsche quickly turned back toward the alpha and shot him square between the eyes.

It was a blur to Pete after that. Guards were moving in and out of the room, Porsche standing near Pete to make sure nobody got near him and caused him to shoot.

Pete tuned out the chaos happening around the room, knowing that nothing could be done until Vegas was there.

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“Where is everyone running to?” Vegas asked Kinn as he walked into the major family’s house. Guards were suited up and running out the door, paying no attention to the younger man. 

“One of our missions has been compromised and they need backup,” Kinn replied, not even looking up from the tablet he was working on.

“That’s a lot of backup. What happened?” Vegas asked, concerned. Kinn made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but Vegas was slightly worried since Pete was out on a mission right now. He didn’t even know if it was the same mission, but Vegas knew his alpha wouldn’t calm down until he could see Pete with his own eyes.

Kinn paused for a moment, seeming to have an internal debate over what to tell Vegas. They had become closer since their fathers had died, but there were times when Kinn fell into old habits and his brain told him not to trust Vegas.

“The Russian leader used an alpha command on one of our omegas and tanked the whole mission. The alpha is dead now, but the omega is still under the alpha command, and we’re trying to find out if the omega has anyone we can contact to reverse it so they don’t get hurt.”

Vegas’s heart sped up. It’s not him. It’s not him. He’s fine. It probably wasn’t even the same mission. There are lots of omegas who work for the family as guards. It could’ve been any one of them.

Suddenly, a group of medics ran by to wait by the front door. 

“Which guard was it?” Vegas growled, pushed into action. 

Kinn sighed, but finally gave in and answered.

“It was Pete.”

Vegas didn’t bother saying anything after that, already running full speed toward his car. Kinn called out to him, but he ignored his cousin, knowing Kinn would eventually follow behind him. 

Our omega’s in danger. Get our omega out of danger.

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The room had calmed down a bit in the last few minutes. Porsche and a few other guards were surrounding Pete, making sure no one touched him or tried to take the gun out of his hands.

Pete vaguely registered someone making a phone call and a first aid kit showing up, just in case something went wrong and he did shoot himself. It sounded like someone else was on the phone with Kinn to get access to his file for an emergency contact, but it was taking longer than expected. It wouldn’t do much good anyway, as Pete didn’t actually have an emergency contact listed on his file. He knew it was too risky to list Vegas while their relationship was still secret, and he didn’t have any family nearby to make it worthwhile. 

The door slammed open and Pete was able to see a frantic Vegas bursting into the room out of the corner of his eyes. Vegas stopped short when he saw his omega’s position: gun to the stomach and neck presented. It didn’t seem like he was outwardly hurt, which Vegas was thankful for, but he still didn’t like what another alpha made his omega do. A growl made its way out of his throat, and Pete might’ve been comforted by his alpha’s presence if he didn’t still have the gun in his hands.

“Vegas, wait! What’s going on?” Kinn called out, only a few steps behind his cousin.

Vegas ignored him and stalked over to Pete. His eyes were burning with fury, but Pete knew it wasn’t aimed at him. In any other situation, he’d find it hot.

Just before he got to Pete, Porsche put a hand on his chest to stop him. 

“You can’t get near him. The alpha command is still in place, and I would like Pete to not have any holes in his stomach,” Porsche said.

Shaking the hand off his chest, Vegas turned toward the others in the room. 

“What was the command? What was the exact command?” Vegas ground out. He didn’t like seeing Pete in that position any longer than needed, but he needed to make sure he wasn’t the cause of any pain.

No one answered.

“Someone tell me!” Vegas growled, eyes turning red for a split second. 

“Vegas, I don’t think-” Kinn started.

“We don’t know,” Porsche said quietly, knowing the alpha wouldn’t like the answer. “The alpha was kind enough to tell us he had commanded Pete, but wouldn’t tell us what was said. So I shot him in the head. The only thing we know is that he can’t move or speak.”

Vegas growled lowly, but nodded in thanks. He then shouldered his way between Porsche and the other guards before they had a chance to stop him, and he kneeled in front of Pete.

“Can you look at me, love?” Vegas questioned softly, but it was quiet enough in the room that everyone had probably heard it. 

Pete slowly looked into his alpha’s eyes, silently pleading with Vegas to help him. 

“It’s all going to be okay, baby. I’ve got you now. I’m not going to touch you yet, but I am going to ask you to do a few things,” Vegas narrated, more for Pete’s benefit than the others in the room. “Stop presenting.” 

Pete heard murmuring as he was finally able to move his head and he slowly tilted it back straight. 

“Good, love. You’re doing so well,” Vegas whispered, making Pete’s heart flutter, even in this situation. “Now, slowly put the gun on the floor and slide it toward Porsche.” 

Pete did as he was told, this time relief washing through him instead of dread once he was given a command. His eyes were still locked on Vegas’s, but he saw Porsche pick up the gun and hand it to one of the guards at the door in his peripherals. A collective sigh was let out by the other people in the room now that the immediate danger was removed. 

“Good job, love. You did so well,” Vegas praised. “Only one more to go, I promise. I release you of all other alpha commands.”

Pete’s body sagged, but he didn’t get very far before Vegas was gathering him into his arms. 

“I’ve got you baby. It’s all over now. You did so well,” Vegas whispered into Pete’s ear. 

The two sat on the floor, attached to each other, not caring about the world around them. Sobs racked through Pete’s body, but he didn’t care because he was safe and in Vegas’s arms. All was right in the world.

Well, almost. 

“Vegas?” Porsche spoke up, causing Vegas and Pete to pull away from each other slightly to notice that everyone had left the room except Kinn and Porsche. 

“What’s going on? I thought only an alpha you trusted could break another alpha’s command?” Kinn questioned, confused by what he had just seen. Of course Pete knew Vegas, but he never saw the two interact outside of work, and Vegas always treated Pete like one of the family’s guards. 

“Come on, baby,” Vegas turned to Pete, standing up and pulling Pete into his arms again as he went. “I guess it’s finally time to tell our secret.” 

The four sat down in the chairs around the room, Pete letting himself be pulled into Vegas’s side. Pete wasn’t going to be letting go of him for a while, which Vegas didn’t have a problem with, seeing as he didn’t want to let go of the omega either.

The two told their story from the beginning, starting with Vegas kidnapping Pete and ending at Vegas being shot and their time in the hospital (of course leaving out their more explicit escapades). Pete even found a wipe to show his mating mark off.

Kinn and Porsche seemed to take the news very well, more shocked over the fact that Pete had kept it a secret for this long without anyone finding out.

Kinn and Porsche continued to ask questions about their relationship, which Vegas was very happy to answer because he was finally able to talk about it. Pete found himself zoning out and his eyes slipping shut. He didn’t fight it. It had been a long day and he deserved the rest. 

Pete was awoken an indeterminate amount of time later by someone picking him up. He snuggled into their chest, taking in the scent that he would know anywhere. Vegas.

“Go back to sleep, love. I’m right here,” Vegas whispered, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you.”

Barely awake and surrounded by warmth and his mate’s scent, Pete was still able to get out four words before falling back into the darkness. 

“I love you, too.”

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My first work in the Kinnporsche fandom!! I binged the series less than a week ago, and I'm reading so many fics that I had to write my own. I'm obsessed! Such a good show! I legit wasn't sure how I felt about vegaspete around ep 12, but they're my otp from the show now. And Pete is my baby. I will punch anybody who hurts him.

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Holding you close to his chest, Jade narrowed his eyes at the gang of beastmen that attempted to rape you.

Five of them in total, were sneering back at Jade. Two of them lustfully stares at you and the rest were just angry stares directed towards Jade for ruining their fun.

You couldn’t hear what Jade was talking, nor what he said to them, for you were directing your attention towards your exhausted legs and ripped clothes.

Just as you thought you were safe, one of the beastmen lashed out towards the both of you. Jade’s grip tightened around your arm and swiftly dodged the blatant attempt in attack. ‘You’re quite a bold one,’ you recalled Jade smiling. ‘Lashing out to attack on a poor girl just to satisfy your temptations and desires?’

‘Give her back or you will be hurt.’ Another one approached you both. Jade simply chuckled and took out his phone. He fiddled with it for a bit and called someone.

One rings, two rings……

By the third ring, Jade hung up the call and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

‘Well, come and get me.’ Jade flashed a maniacal grin. ‘You all certainly look like a couple of weaklings.’

The leader of the gang whipped out his magic pen, but Jade was faster. Without an incantation, Jade struck the leader with magic on his shin, earning a yelp from him.

‘You fucking slimy moron!’ The second yelled and charged at Jade. In the split second as Jade dodged him by merely shuffling to the left, you stuck out your leg and tripped the beastman.

‘That’s interesting, coming from someone that just fell for the oldest trick in the book.’ You heard Jade’s sneer just above your head. ‘How pathetic.’

The other beastmen seemed to hesitate and were struck by fear as they watched their pack leader go down on the slippery road. But recovered quickly and three of them charged towards Jade and you.

A blurred figure leaped out in one of the corridors, landing two kicks onto two beastmen at the same time.

‘Ahh yes, my dear, sweet brother,’ Jade greeted the tall silhouette cheerily, as if he bumped into each other at a park. ‘Just in time, I knew you would come.’

‘Woah! These beasties are getting out of hand!’ Floyd giggled as he landed perfectly on the ground. The last beastman realised he was alone, and started trembling.

‘Heeeaaayya!’ Floyd approached him, the beastman clearly flinched at his sheer height. ‘You seem like a person that can’t keep it in their pants!’

‘Please….. no I simply just tagged along!’ The beastman cried in fear. ‘Aw man, you are no fun,’ Floyd held his face close to him eerily. The beastman’s fingers reached towards his magic pen, ready to blast Floyd’s face clean.

‘Floyd, watch o-‘ you yelled weakly.

The beast man opened his mouth, ready to yell the incantations.

‘Bind the Heart.’

The magic flashed from the beastman’s magic pen dispersed, clearly shocked that he missed.

Floyd grabbed his body and squeezed him. Having a blood curdling scream ripping through the thick fog seemed like something from a horror movie. You shuddered against Jade’s chest as he places a hand on your head.

Jade noticed the leader seemed to start regaining consciousness. He signaled a hand sign you didn’t understand towards Floyd, you saw his twin brother nodded and showed his teeth with excitement.

Well, thank goodness he seems to be a good mood today.

Jade lead you slowly to the corridor where Floyd appeared earlier on, made a few turns before a car came into the view.

He helped you onto the backseat, before getting in and slamming the door behind him. ‘How are you feeling?’ Jade inquired as he covered your body with a blanket.

‘Startled.’ you choked back tears. Jade brushed your hair away from your face and pats your shoulder.

‘Is there any way I could provide additional assurance to you?’ Jade asked quietly, tipping your chin up to his eye level. Your eyes were glassy, unsure from embarrassment or anxiousness. You paused and thought before answering him.

‘It would indeed bring me much assurance if I’m not indebted to you and Floyd.’ You tapped your shoe’s tips against each other. Jade laughed heartily, but not loud enough to startle you.

‘Consider this as a small gift for you.’ Jade smiled.

‘Then…. I would like to have you hold me close to you just as how you did to me earlier on.’ You knew you were bold, too bold. Maybe this time Jade won’t let it slide, it may cost you a week’s worth of Mostro Lounge shifts.

‘Fufu, you are trying your luck, hm?’ Jade chuckled as you twiddled with your thumbs. Oh well, can’t say you didn’t try at all.

To your surprise, Jade extended his opened arms at you, enticing you to melt into his arms. However, you knew better. So you squinted at his actions and gave him your best side eye look.

‘Surely I promise you will not be indebted in any way,’ Jade reassured, or attempted to. ‘Even in Mostro Lounge shifts.’

You took all that risk and scooted closer to Jade, before allowing your body to fall against him.

‘Thank you, Jade.’ You whispered against his dress shirt. His crisp, fresh cologne beckons you closer, and you accepted its invitation.

Jade’s heart softened at both the sight of you and your words. You were lulled to sleep from his heartbeat and stilled breathing. The cologne wasn’t helping as well, and Jade noticed.

‘You could take a nap.’ Jade gently encouraged. ‘Floyd is done with the dealings. He is now heading back to us and will drive us home. It’s slightly late, but you could just stay with us just for the night.’

You knew you really shouldn’t accept this offer, who knows it might take a kidney to payback all these favours this time.

“Fine,” Jimin huffed, acting put out, but a small smile made its way to his face. Leaning down, Jimin scooped the smaller man into his arms, Yoongi’s arms and legs quickly wrapping themselves around Jimin like a koala.

“You’re lucky you’re the baby. I wouldn’t do this for just anyone,” Jimin commented, turning and making his way out the door. 

Yoongi was the newest member of the Kim coven, having only been turned a month prior. Jimin had found the baby vampire in an alley underneath a pile of cardboard boxes, trying to hide from the sun. Baby vampires couldn’t tolerate any sun, but as they got older, they could begin to walk out in the sun again. Jimin found the baby curled in on himself, burns lining his arms where the cardboard boxes had fallen away and were letting small strips of sunlight in.

Jimin quickly whisked the baby home to his coven leader, Seokjin, after realizing that the other’s sire had abandoned him, a crime in the vampiric world. 

Baby vampires were almost helpless once turned. Most didn’t know about the vampire world before turning, so besides not knowing the laws of being a vampire, baby vampires couldn’t feed on their own or be out in the sun. Jimin had been surprised that Yoongi survived as long as he did. Babies didn’t have their own fangs yet, so they either had to drink from a pouch or directly from another vampire, neither of which Yoongi had before being accepted into the Kim coven.

Making his way down the stairs, Jimin kept a constant flow of conversation, mainly telling Yoongi that the hyungs (Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok), as well as Taehyung, were all away from the house today on business, but would be back in a couple of days. Jimin didn’t think Yoongi was actually paying too much attention, too busy gnawing on Jimin’s neck, but he figured Yoongi appreciated the sounds rumbling out of his chest based on the content sighs he was hearing.

“Aw, was the baby tired this morning?” Jungkook questioned once Jimin walking into the kitchen with Yoongi in his arms. Jungkook had been the baby before Yoongi had been found, but he had still been turned almost 200 years ago, so he hadn’t been a baby vampire in a long time. Jungkook had been happy to give the title of baby over to someone as cute as Yoongi.

Jimin hummed in acknowledgment and settled down into the chair opposite Jungkook, situating Yoongi on his lap so he could be more comfortable while he fed.

Pushing Yoongi’s head away from his neck, which caused the baby to let out a small while, Jimin quickly nicked the side of his neck with his fingernail so the younger could feed.

Yoongi quickly latched on, needing relief from his burning throat. Sighing in relief, he relaxed on Jimin’s shoulder, sucking lightly on the older vampire’s neck. Jimin smiled fondly before turning to talk with Jungkook.

Not even five minutes later, Yoongi pulled away from the cut on Jimin’s neck, licking over it a few times to help it close. 

“Baby?” Jimin asked, shocked that Yoongi had stopped drinking. He hadn’t been drinking for long, and as lightly as Yoongi had been drinking, it definitely hadn’t been enough for the baby to get his fill. As a baby vampire, he needed blood a couple times a day, while the others in the coven could go a few days and maybe even weeks before needing something to drink.

This was odd for Yoongi, to say the least. When Yoongi was first brought home, he couldn’t get enough blood. Part of that was because he was a baby, but Seokjin theorized it was also caused by the trauma of being abandoned. Yoongi had been starved for days before he was found. His brain still didn’t think he was completely safe, so he ate as much as he could when he had the chance, still scared that that meal might be his last for a while. It took about a week for that to subside, Yoongi finally learning that he was going to be taken care of as part of the Kim coven. 

“What’s the matter, honey? I drank your favorite this morning. Do you not like it?” Jimin continued, worried that maybe something was wrong with the blood, even though it had tasted fine for him this morning.

Yoongi just whined, turning his head back into Jimin’s neck. He knew he should be hungry, like he was every morning, but that just wasn’t the case today. The little blood he had seemed to fill him up. He wasn’t really in the mood to eat anyway. His mouth hurt, he felt hot all over, and he was cranky from getting woken up, but luckily he was so tired, he didn’t feel up to really talking and getting upset at anybody.

Remembering that gnawing on Jimin’s neck earlier had seemed to help the pain in his mouth, Yoongi quickly started chewing at the older man’s neck again.

“Why did you lick it closed if you’re still hungry, sweetheart?” Jimin chuckled once he felt the baby’s small teeth on his neck again, a wave of relief washing through him. “Hold on, more food’s coming.”

He quickly reached a hand up and cut himself again so Yoongi could eat, but Yoongi sat up quickly as soon as the blood started flowing in his mouth, letting out another whine. 

“Baby? What’s the matter?” Jimin felt the relief from earlier wash away. 

“Maybe the blood was bad?” Jungkook asked, also confused as to why Yoongi was acting this way. “It didn’t taste funky to you?”

“No, it tasted fine. I think I would be feeling bad if something was wrong with the blood,” Jimin replied. Now he was starting to get worried. And of course this happens while all the hyungs were away from the house.

“Why don’t we all go lay on the couch for a while,” Jungkook suggested. “Maybe he’s not awake enough to be hungry yet. I did hear him tossing and turning a lot last night.” 

Jimin figured that was as good of an idea as any, so pulling Yoongi closer to him, he made his way to the living room, Jungkook following behind. 

“Here you go, baby,” Jimin laid Yoongi down on the couch, pulling the blanket off the back to lay over the small man. “Why don’t you just go back to sleep and we’ll try again in a bit.”

Yoongi just hummed, eyes already halfway closed. Not even 30 seconds later and the baby was out like a light. 

Sitting down next to Yoongi’s head, Jimin ran a hand through Yoongi’s hair, hoping to soothe not only the baby, but himself. Bringing his hand back up for a second runthrough, Jimin paused. No, that couldn’t be right.

Jumping up from the couch to kneel in front of Yoongi’s head, Jimin laid his hands on Yoongi’s face.

No. It’s not possible.

“What? What’s the matter?” Jungkook asked, curious as to why Jimin was acting this way.

“Come over here and feel his face,” Jimin replied, not explaining himself.

Jungkook crouched next to Jimin, gently placing his hands on Yoongi’s face, not wanting to wake the baby up. 

“What am I supposed to-” Jungkook cut himself off, realizing what was wrong and why Jimin was acting like he was. 

Yoongi was warm. Warm.

Vampires didn’t get warm. It was impossible. Something was seriously wrong if Yoongi was warm.

“I’m calling Jin,” Jimin jumped up, running out of the room for his phone, leaving Jungkook kneeling next to the couch, biting on his lip in worry.

“Hyung, something’s wrong,” Jimin all but cried, running back into the room, worry evident on his face. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but something is. Yoongi is warm. He’s warm. That’s not possible for a vampire.”

Jimin started pacing the room waiting for the older vampire to speak.

“Calm down, sweetheart. Take a deep breath and tell me what’s been going on,” Jin spoke steadily through the phone. 

Jimin did as he was told, sucking in a huge breath. Even though vampires didn’t need to breathe, it did help calm him down some.

“Good boy. Now, tell hyung what’s been going on this morning.”

Jimin went on to tell the coven leader what had happened that morning, starting with Yoongi not wanting to wake up to him barely drinking breakfast.

“Something is wrong with him, hyung. He’s got to be sick or something. I don’t know how since vampires can’t get sick, but he is. I just know it, hyung. You have to come back and help us,” Jimin pleaded.

Jin hummed.

“What’s he doing now?” 

Jimin stopped his pacing to turn toward the couch. Jungkook had moved onto the couch, replacing the spot where Jimin was earlier next to Yoongi’s head. Yoongi was still fast asleep, but his hand had moved up to his ear and Jimin could see a small puddle of drool on his pillow. Jimin told him as such.

Through the phone, Jimin could hear Jin let out a small chuckle.

“Sweetheart, do you remember your time as a baby?” 

Jimin didn’t know whether to think it was good or bad that Jin didn’t seem too upset or worried about what was happening.

“No, hyung. What’s that got to do with anything?”

Jin let out another chuckle. 

“I know it’s been a while since you were a baby, but I would think you would remember going through this. You acted the same exact way. Always had to be holding on to someone, wouldn’t let us leave you alone for days,” Jin reminisced. 

Jimin let out a small sound, still confused as to what was happening with their baby.

“Honey, he’s going to be fine. He’s just teething. This means his fangs are starting to come in. It’s a good thing,” Jin reassured. 

“He’s going to be okay?”

“He’s going to be okay.”

Jimin finished up the call, getting reassurance from Jin that nothing was actually wrong and also tips on how to take care of Yoongi until the others got home. Jimin couldn’t remember his own teething phase, but then again, it had been a long time. 

Hanging up the phone, Jimin turned back to the couch, relieved to see Yoongi still fast asleep. Sleep would be good for him.

“He’s fine?” Jungkook asked, finally taking a break from chewing on his lip. He’d only heard half of the conversation, but it didn’t sound like anything bad from what Jimin had said.

“He’s going to be okay,” Jimin repeated Jin’s words from earlier. “He’s just teething. Our baby’s growing up and is getting his fangs.”

When the others returned, cutting their trip short, they found Jimin and Jungkook wrapped around the baby, curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

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I've seen a lot of vampire teething fics lately, so I decided I wanted to write my own. I'm also a sucker for ot7 supernatural fics, so this is what I ended up with. And there's a huge lack of maknae-yoongi fics, so I decided to fix that.

I was super lazy and didn't edit this at all. Literally wrote it in one go and didn't even read through it.

The moment the front door clicked shut, the yelling had started. That wasn’t new. Two minutes after Jimin stepped foot into the living room, where he saw his very drunk boyfriend on the couch surrounded by beer bottles, the throwing had started. That wasn’t new either. And, five minutes after that, the hitting and punching had started. That was new.

Their relationship hadn’t always been like this, of course not, or else Jimin would never have stayed or agreed to live with the older man. It had started not long after Jimin had moved in, about a year into their relationship.

First it was just words. After a few months, words didn’t seem to be enough and it turned into throwing items around the apartment. Jimin had spent a fortune on replacing the decorative items that were easy to throw and somehow always within grabbing distance. 

It seemed like just throwing items in Jimin’s general direction wasn’t enough anymore either. 

Jimin had put up with the yelling, the insults, and having plates thrown at his head because he really did love his boyfriend, and honestly, he didn’t know what he’d do if they weren’t together. They did live together, but Jimin wasn’t paying rent. He did have a job, but it was only part time so he could still go to classes. Most of his money went toward school or food. He hadn’t been able to save up a lot of money.

There was also the fact that Jimin didn’t want his friends to find out. He knew he was in an abusive relationship. He knew he needed to get out before it got worse. But, he couldn’t find it in himself to do that. He didn’t want his friends to find out how stupid he’d been by staying with his boyfriend for this long. Jimin kept hoping that this was all just a phase and it would go away on its own. His boyfriend had been complaining about how stressful his job had become in the weeks leading up to the abuse starting.

Jimin knew that there wasn’t any reason his boyfriend could give that would justify the abuse, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

At least, not until tonight. Tonight, he’d gone too far. 

Jimin’s whole body hurt. He could feel his head throbbing. He was pretty sure he had a black eye and probably some bruised ribs. At least it seemed like nothing was broken.

The apartment had been silent for the last fifteen minutes, and Jimin figured that his boyfriend had passed out in the bedroom. He’d left Jimin on the living room floor to deal with his injuries, not even sparing a glance back at him when he was done.

Dragging himself up slowly off the floor, wincing at how much it hurt to move, Jimin walked to the front door and grabbed his keys and bag from where he’d dropped them not even an hour before.

Opening the door as quietly as possible, Jimin slipped out and made his way to his car. He didn’t know where he was going or what he was going to do, but he was getting out of there.

Ten minutes into the drive and Jimin realized where his brain was subconsciously taking him. Yoongi’s apartment.

Jimin and Yoongi had been best friends for a couple years now. They’d met early on in Jimin’s freshman year at college, Yoongi a couple years ahead. They’d hit it off pretty quickly and found a mutual group of friends. Yoongi was Jimin’s person. And once upon a time, Jimin might’ve had a crush on the older man. 

That all changed when his boyfriend, no, his ex-boyfriend, came into the picture. Jimin had been smitten from the start, his crush on Yoongi taking a backseat. Yoongi had never liked Jimin’s boyfriend, but he saw how much Jimin cared about the other man, so he kept quiet. Most of the time. Jimin just hoped that Yoongi would take him in and help him now, even after he hadn’t listened to him.

A few blocks later, Jimin was pulling into the parking lot at Yoongi’s apartment complex. It took Jimin a few minutes to even get out of the car, body starting to get sore from the beating he took the hour before. He really wasn’t prepared to see what he actually looked like.

Grateful that the building had an elevator, Jimin quietly made his way to Yoongi’s apartment. Luckily, it was late, so nobody was around to see him in his sorry state.

Jimin paused outside Yoongi’s door, suddenly nervous. What would his best friend think of him? Would he still want to be friends? Would he take Jimin in now that he didn’t have anywhere to go?

Knocking three times before he lost his nerves even more, Jimin looked down at his feet, nervously swaying from side to side.

“Jimin?” Yoongi asked as soon as the door opened. “What are you doing here? I just saw you an hour ago. Is everything okay?”

Jimin finally looked up, causing Yoongi to gasp.

“What the hell happened? Who did this to you?” Yoongi quickly reached out to gently pull Jimin into his apartment, leading him to the bathroom so he could get his first aid kit. “It was him, wasn’t it? I’m going to kill that bastard!”

Jimin kept silent, not sure how to respond.

Gesturing for Jimin to sit on the counter, Yoongi leaned down and shuffled around in the cabinet until he let out a quiet ah hah! and pulled out a small first aid kit, setting it on the counter next to Jimin.

“This is the first time it’s happened,” Jimin felt like explaining after sitting in silence after Yoongi started cleaning one of the many cuts on Jimin’s face. “I promise. He hasn’t done anything near this bad before.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, Jimin,” Yoongi sighed.

“I know! I know!” Jimin rushed to interject. “I just...I don’t know. He wasn’t always this bad. He’s never hit me before. Sure, he’s yelled and thrown things at me, but he’s never stooped this low. And before you say anything, yes, I’m leaving him. I’m smart enough to know that it will only get worse from here. I just don’t know where I’m going to go. I wasn’t even paying rent. I don’t have that kind of money, not with only working part time.”

“You’re going to come here. Is that even a question?” Yoongi insisted. “What kind of best friend would I be if I let you live on the streets when I have a perfectly good spare bedroom?”

Jimin felt himself smile, but then let out a small hiss, his movements pulling open one of the cuts on his face.

The two sat in silence again, Yoongi slowly making his way across the cuts littering Jimin’s face.

“Maybe I did deserve it,” Jimin spoke quietly after the silence became too much for him.

“You definitely did not,” Yoongi insisted, straightening his back to look Jimin in the eye. “No one deserves that. And I don’t ever want to hear you say that to me again. You are the kindest, sweetest, most caring human being I have ever met. You did not deserve this in the slightest. He’s an asshole who needs to learn to control his anger and not take it out on other people.”

Yoongi paused for a moment, catching his breath after his small rant. 

“You deserve someone who will take care of you,” Yoongi continued passionately, turning his attention back to cleaning a cut on Jimin’s face so he didn’t have to look the younger man in the eye. “Someone who won’t use you as a punching bag. Someone who will treat you like the amazing person that you are.”

“Someone like you?” Jimin whispered?

Jimin felt Yoongi’s hand falter for a split second.

“Yeah, someone like me,” Yoongi replied. 

The hand Yoongi was using to clean fell to his side. He took another moment before finally looking at Jimin’s face, which was full of hope.

“But I don’t want to be a rebound or anything like that,” Yoongi said. “I know it’s going to take some time to get over him and move past what he’s done to you.”

“Will you wait for me?”

“No.” Jimin’s heart sank. “But only because I’ll be right next to you the entire way. And once you’re ready, you just let me know and I’ll be there.”

Jimin’s heart soared. He really had lucked out with someone like Yoongi.

“Thank you,” Jimin beamed. He quickly leaned forward and placed a quick peck on Yoongi’s cheek, his own cheeks heating up.

“Alright, no more talking,” Yoongi shook himself out of his shock after a moment. “Let’s get the rest of you cleaned up.”

The next day, Yoongi took Jimin to pack up his things from his apartment. And if Yoongi left with bruised knuckles, nobody needed to know.

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And I'm still behind. Don't look at me. I'm trying, okay? Also, I'm trying for tickets tomorrow, so I probs won't be writing anything tomorrow unless that goes quickly. Who knows.

Please let me know what you think! And if you have ships you'd like to see or specific prompts (the full prompt list is linked on the whumptober masterlist), then please let me know! I'd love to hear them!

“So do you want to explain to me what happened here? Jimin said you were just going out dancing with friends tonight,” Yoongi questioned, grabbing the chair and sitting next to Jungkook, pulling on his gloves. “And it looks like you might have a broken nose, which I don’t think happens when you’re just dancing.”

Jungkook winced when Yoongi gently started prodding his nose. Luckily, it had stopped bleeding, but he still had dried blood all over his face and even on his shirt, which he wasn’t very happy about since it was one of his favorites.

“I was out dancing with Yugyeom,” Jungkook started, gesturing to the man sitting nervously in the corner. “And some asshole decided he didn’t want to keep his hands to himself. Yugyeom stepped in, and punches were thrown. There were too many people and too much happening at once, but someone bumped into me, which caused me to stumble forward at the exact moment that Yugyeom pulled his arm back to throw a punch. And instead of taking out the other guy, his elbow hit me in the nose, and now we’re here.”

“Jesus,” Yoongi mumbled under his breath. Turning to Yugyeom, Yoongi said, “At least you seem to be okay. Please tell me you got some good punches in before this happened.”

Yugyeom smiled and nodded. The whole thing had been a blur, but once Jungkook’s nose had started spewing blood, the fight was over. The bouncers had shown up and thrown the asshole out, and luckily, the manager was semi-understanding of Yugyeom starting the fight, though he said if it ever happened again, Yugyeom and Jungkook would be banned from ever coming back. They’d stayed in the manager’s office until they were able to get the bleeding to stop before finally calling a taxi and heading to the hospital.

“Well, it doesn’t look like your nose is broken,” Yoongi said after another moment of prodding. Jungkook and Yugyeom both let out sighs of relief. “But you’re going to have one hell of a bruise tomorrow. So, want to tell me why you don’t want Jimin to know? It’s not exactly like you can hide it.”

Yoongi reached over to grab an alcohol swab and started to clean the dried blood from Jungkook’s face, trying to be gentle around the bruising.

“I just don’t want him to worry yet, especially when he’s still at work,” Jungkook replied.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have come to the hospital he works at then,” Yoongi laughed. “You know nothing goes on in this emergency room without him know-”

Yoongi was interrupted by the curtain being thrown open and a very worried Jimin rushing over to the bed.

“See?” Yoongi laughed, rolling the chair away from the bed to make room for Jimin.

“What the hell happened?” Jimin rushed out, looking from Jungkook to Yoongi to Yugyeom, waiting for someone to give him an explanation.

Yoongi raised his hands and pointed at Jungkook. He was not going to be the one to explain why Jungkook was here to a very overprotective boyfriend. 

“Well? What happened, and why didn’t you call and tell me you were here?” Jimin demanded. “I had to find out from one of the nurses that you were here! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Jungkook tried to smile, but then winced when it moved his nose. Jimin let his hands hover over Jungkook, trying to find a place to comfort his boyfriend without hurting him further. It’s then that he noticed that the other man didn’t have an IV.

“Why haven’t you given him an IV? Can’t you see he’s in pain?” Jimin pressed, turning to the cart next to the bed and pulling opening drawers to get the right equipment out to start an IV with pain medication. “What kind of doctor are you, Yoongi?”

“Calm down, Jimin,” Yoongi chuckled at Jimin’s antics, knowing he was just worried about his boyfriend. “I just got here and was inspecting his nose and hadn’t gotten a chance to start one yet. It’s not broken, by the way.”

Working in silence for a few moments, Jimin got Jungkook hooked up to an IV and mild pain medication started. 

“So, is someone going to tell me what happened now?” Jimin all but ordered, looking between Jungkook and Yugyeom.

“It may or may not have been my fault,” Yugyeom spoke up nervously. “There was a fight, and I went to throw a punch, and before I knew it, blood was everywhere, and Jungkook was on the floor.”

Before Yugyeom could get out any more of the story, Jimin was on the other side of the bed, pushing the younger man up against the wall.

“You hit my boyfriend? You hit my boyfriend?” Jimin growled out. Yoongi quickly pulled the curtain shut again to give them some privacy, giving one of the nurses a small smile in reassurance. “I’m gonna kill you! Who do you think you are-”

Yoongi ran to Jimin’s side, pulling him back from the younger man, who had turned as white as a sheet. Jungkook tried to get up to help, but the IV was keeping him from getting very far.

“Jimin! Jimin! That’s not what happened!” Yoongi tried to get the attention of the other doctor, but it wasn’t working. Jimin was trying to fight his way out of Yoongi’s arms to get to Yugyeom, who had pushed himself as far against the wall as he could go.

“Jimin!” Jungkook all but yelled. “It wasn’t his fault!”

Jimin finally stopped moving, hearing his boyfriend’s voice.

“That’s not the whole story, Jimin,” Jungkook continued when Jimin calmed down a bit more. “It was an accident. Yugyeom was protecting me.”

Jungkook went on to tell Jimin what happened, the older man growling when he heard about the asshole who couldn’t take no for an answer. 

“Could you please apologize to Yugyeom now? You know he would never do something like that on purpose. You know him better than that,” Jungkook urged, eyes wide and pleading with his boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry, Yugyeom. I don’t know what came over me,” Jimin apologized. “I hope you can forgive me. I promise it won’t ever happen again.”

“You’re forgiven. I would probably do the same thing if I were in your position,” Yugyeom replied, a small smile on his face. He’d been friends with Jungkook for years and knew Jimin well enough to know he didn’t really mean it. Yugyeom was glad Jungkook had a boyfriend who cared about him. 

Yoongi finished cleaning up Jungkook's face before ushering Yugyeom out of the small space, letting Jimin know he’d take care of his patients for the next hour or so so he could spend some time with Jungkook before he was discharged.

“Come cuddle with me?” Jungkook pouted, holding out his arms.

Jimin didn’t hesitate to squeeze himself into the small bed, curling up into Jungkook’s side.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Jimin said, voice muffled in Jungkook’s shirt. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”

“I won’t,” Jungkook laughed.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Starting his day surrounded by the petals that he had coughed up during the night, Jungkook had looked like he was in some ritual or funeral scene from a movie. He had never been more thankful for having separate rooms and bathrooms. He definitely wouldn’t be able to explain himself out of that one. He was surprised that he hadn’t woken himself (or the others) up with all the coughing he must have done in the night, but he must’ve been used to it by now. Or maybe his body was finally giving up because it was so exhausted.

The others left for the studio not long after Jungkook had settled back down into bed. Taking the day to try and catch up on some much needed sleep, Jungkook spent most of the morning in bed, tossing and turning, sitting up to hack up a few petals every once in a while.

After eating some soup for lunch, Jungkook decided to move to the living room. At least if he was going to have trouble sleeping, he could do it with the TV on in the background.

Not long after Jungkook had settled on the couch, huddled under a blanket, only his head visible, the front door keypad beeped, causing Jungkook to glance at the clock. It wasn’t near late enough for anyone to be back home yet. The door opened, Namjoon quietly stepping through.

“Hyung?” Jungkook questioned. “What are you doing home so early?”

Namjoon’s head shot up, now giving up on his task of attempting to close the door quietly.

“Oh! You’re awake! I wasn’t sure if you would be sleeping or not,” Namjoon explained. “And I ended up finishing the song I was working on earlier than I had planned, and the others still had some vocal practice, so I decided to go ahead and come home early and keep you company!”

Jungkook’s heart dropped. As much as he loved to spend time with Namjoon, it wasn’t very helpful in trying to hide his hanahaki. 

“Thanks, hyung,” Jungkook hid his fears with a smile, moving over on the couch to make room for the older man.

It was two hours later that Jungkook knew he was in trouble. Namjoon had suggested that the two of them play a board game since they had plenty but rarely ever had the chance to play them. They were sitting on opposite sides of the coffee table, game spread out in front of them, while Namjoon read the question on the card he had just picked up, but he apparently thought it was too funny, so he could stop laughing.

This spelled trouble for Jungkook because he couldn’t stop staring at Namjoon laughing, thinking about how adorable he looked. He couldn’t stop noticing the dimples on Namjoon’s cheeks, or the fact that he held onto his stomach while he laughed. He couldn’t stop thinking about all these things, and Jungkook could feel the petals crawling up his throat, begging for a release.

But, Jungkook was stubborn. He wasn’t about to out himself without a fight. He didn’t want to run out of the room, pretending to be sick, because he knew Namjoon would follow him and would see all the petals once they finally came out. Jungkook could hold it in. He was going to hold it in. There was no other option. He’d hold it in, wait until they finished their game, and then excuse himself to go take a ‘nap’ and then let it all out in the privacy of his own bedroom. This could work. This was going to work.

It was not working. This much was obvious to Jungkook not even a minute later. He could feel the amount of petals steadily growing, slowly closing off his airway. It all came to a head when Namjoon finally gathered himself together and looked back over at Jungkook. His face quickly became serious, taking in Jungkook’s wide eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Namjoon quickly got up and came and sat next to Jungkook, placing a hand on the younger man’s arm.

Oh god, why does he have to be so caring? Jungkook thought. That just makes me love him more!

As Namjoon started rubbing his hand up and down on Jungkook’s arm, frantically searching for what was wrong, Jungkook felt his airway close. Looks like his plan to hold it all in failed.

Jungkook tried to cough and dispel the flowers, now uncaring if Namjoon saw them, but with no air in his lungs, it was impossible to cough. All he wanted to do was breathe. He didn’t want to die. He was too young to die! Jungkook knew that Namjoon was speaking to him, but he couldn’t make out any words, his own heartbeat in his ears drowning everything out.

Jungkook brought his hand up to his neck, almost trying to claw the petals out of his throat, when Namjoon seemed to understand what was happening, though he didn’t know why. The older man started to pound his hand on Jungkook’s back, terrified of how quickly Jungkook’s face was turning red.

After a few slaps, the petals dislodged themselves and came tumbling out. Jungkook started to cough, trying to catch his breath and spit out the flowers at the same time. Namjoon continued to pat his back, though not nearly as rough, wanting to make sure that Jungkook was still breathing okay.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon whispered a couple moments after Jungkook spit the last flower onto his lap. Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off the flowers, too scared to look at Namjoon’s reaction and because there was blood on the flowers. That was new.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon tried again after receiving no answer. Jungkook was still breathing heavily, but at least it felt like his airway was clear. At least as clear as it’d been since he’d discovered he had hanahaki.

“Um,” Jungkook tried, but couldn’t find the words. He knew he needed to tell Namjoon what was going on, that Jungkook was in love with Namjoon, really had been since he’d met the older man, though he hadn’t really realized it until recently. Jungkook didn’t want to end up like those sad stories on the news, everyone asking why the person didn’t just tell the other one that they loved them. Jungkook really didn’t want to die, but he just had trouble finding the right words.

“Who is it?” Namjoon tried again.

“You,” Jungkook spoke quietly, voice breaking. He cleared his throat and tried again. “It’s you, hyung. It always has been and it always will be. I love you, Namjoon.”

Jungkook finally dared to take a peek at Namjoon’s face, hoping that he wouldn’t see disgust. What he saw instead was relief.

“Oh thank god,” Namjoon sighed heavily, pulling Jungkook closer to him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, you idiot! You never would’ve had to go through this if I’d have known!”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed.

“What?”

“I love you, too, Jungkookie! I have for years! I honestly thought you didn’t love me like that, so I was fine pining from a distance!” Namjoon gushed, a massive smile on his face.

“Wait,” Jungkook couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Years? And you didn’t tell me?!”

Namjoon opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by Jungkook bending over, breath caught in his throat again. This time, it didn’t feel like petals. It was scratchy and Jungkook hated every second of it. He started coughing, trying to get the feeling to go away.

“Jungkook? What’s happening? I thought confessing my love was supposed to fix it!” Namjoon frantically asked, not knowing how to help Jungkook this time.

The younger man continued coughing for another moment, feeling something crawling it’s way up his throat again. Namjoon sat next to him, ready to grab his phone and call an ambulance if it didn’t stop soon.

Letting out one final hack, Jungkook looked down at his hands and let out a sob. The vine. He’d coughed up the vine, which meant it was all over now.

“Jungkook? Jungkook? What- oh,” Namjoon let out a whoosh of air, shocked at what he was seeing. The vine was out, which meant Jungkook was cured and his body recognized that the love was reciprocated. The disease had healed on its own. “You’re okay. You’re okay. It’s all going to be okay now.”

Namjoon pulled Jungkook into his lap, holding the younger man to his chest. He wasn’t going to let go anytime soon after that scare.

“I have one request,” Namjoon said after a moment of silence. Jungkook hummed in acknowledgment. “Never, and I mean never, hide something like this from me again, okay? I never want either of us to go through that again.”

Jungkook sat up with a small smile on his face.

“On one condition. Can I have a kiss?”

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Soooooo, whumptober is going great since this is day 2 and its already October 4th. Don't look at me. I legit had plans to get this out yesterday, but my day was ruined by a terrible phone call with a parent, so it didn't happen. I'm attempting to get caught up, though it probs won't happen until a weekend.

Also, if you have ships requests, or ideas/requests for future days, please let me know!! I've figured out that I'm probs not all that good at whump since I don't want to be super dark and always want a happy ending, but I love all that hurt/comfort, so I'm rolling with it.