#lucidity au

It was a dream that had something to do with 316 and him being an OS for a virtual reality exploration dating sim fantasy game where you'd like- sit in a chair and play and it would keep you like catatonic state alive while you play so you can end up playing for days or even weeks without realizing it.

It was Alex (cause of course it was) in the seat and he was playing the game getting wooed and flirted with by a bunch of hot fantasy guys and just having the time of his life to be absolutely honest but he'd only ever play for a bit at a time so he never noticed anything was off.

Little does he know the program is very self aware and is engineered to keep people playing for as long as possible, until they want to wake again (if they even want to).

Alex would just wander around in these pretty dream like game realities doing whatever he wanted being hit on and flirted with by hot fantasy guys.

i don't remember if he woke up by natural means or something but he did eventually wake up and had a whole panic because instead of it being 3 hours later it was a week later and why is there a needle in his arm

meanwhile 316 in his little dream OS with his hot boy puppets wanting the cute irl guy to come back so he can play with him more be like 🥺 like he was supposed to be the one to wake Alex up but he decided to not because Alex was having so much fun so why would he wake him up and run his fun? besides he could keep Alex alive so why wake him up just let him have fun

You groan, stretching out on the silky bedding. The room is warm, summer light casting rays across the room where someone left the window cracked to keep you cool. You pause and listen for a moment, but there’s no sound of movement around the house signifying anyone else is home. Namjoon and Jaeho must have gone to the village for a while. 

You kick your leg out from beneath the sheet that covers you, hoping to cool yourself just slightly from the heat that settles over you. You sort of wish one of them was home right now, just for some company. You all had been working so much lately that you hadn’t seen much of them other than occasional meals. You can’t even remember the last time the three of you fell into bed together at night and woke up together. You’ve all been so busy lately. 

Sighing, you stretch out again and breath in deep to catch their scents. At least you have a small piece of them. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to repay Jaeho for all that he’s done for you. You’ll spend the rest of your life repaying him for the chance he took on you. You had been forcibly turned and abandoned with no knowledge of what you suddenly were. Your memories of the specific encounter have always been hazy. You just remember coming to and having the sudden, insatiable craving for sex. 

Jaeho took you in months after you were turned, when you were aimlessly roaming and feeding. There had been no rhyme or reason to what you did, you simply functioned off instinct, moving around through a confused, lustful haze. You don’t even know if you had killed anyone. At the time, you simply didn’t care. The changes had muddled your mind so much that you lost yourself for a while. Jaeho had found you in an alley about to drain someone completely. 

He taught you control, and in all honestly probably kept you from getting yourself killed too. You weren’t exactly subtle in your feeding, you at least knew that much. Sometimes, when you traveled with him later, you’d hear rumors from years ago. Of a woman or attacks or strange instances that sound eerily like you and your actions. It really would’ve only been a matter of time before someone caught wind, connected them, and hunted you down. He had done the same for Namjoon, you found out later. He’d been turned, either on accident or maliciously, and abandoned. Namjoon had held out for weeks, hunger slowly growing as he struggled against his new instincts to hurt those around him. Jaeho found him on the edge of going feral and helped him.

When they’d found you, they brought you back to the modest place the two had been staying at and you all had talked. He explained what they were, how he’d been around for a few centuries, the few years Namjoon had now been with him. He extended the same offer to you, to stay and learn control with others who knew the struggle of a never ending thirst. He knew some about your kind, enough to teach you about yourself and how to handle your new powers. It had been the first time you’d heard what you were, succubus. 

You would’ve assumed that once your powers were well and truly under control that the three of you would go your separate ways. Or at least that Jaeho would send you on your way, confident that you wouldn’t leave a trail of bodies behind you anymore. That maybe Jaeho only saw you as someone to help out before letting you go to feel better about himself. But a couple decades later and you’re still all together, closer than ever. The relationship developed slowly over the years. All three of you danced a little awkwardly around each other. Products of a time where monogamy was most well known and the concept of three people together and happy seemed so foreign to you all. 

One balmy night in Paris, when you’d come back from work, you found the two of them sprawled in just their underwear. All the windows were thrown open and a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains, casting shifting patterns of moonlight across their skin. And it struck you like a bolt of lightning in that moment, heart warmed by the sight that welcomed home. The sight that you were always so excited to come home to. A sight that you realized that you wanted to come home to forever.

“I love you.”

You had blurted it out. You don’t know if you had startled yourself more with the sudden admission or them. They both stared at you with wide eyes before exchanging a quick glance. Jaeho had tentatively, and nervously, something you had never seen from him before, asked who you were talking to. You would have thought it would’ve been hard to answer. Which one did you mean. But it was the easiest thing in the world to say as you looked from Jaeho to Namjoon and said ‘both.’

Their faces had remained nerve-wrackingly blank for long moments. Before Jaeho broke out into a wide relieved smile. 

“Oh thank god. I thought I would have to be the one to bring it up first.”

Namjoon’s shock and confusion lasted a little longer. First directed at you then towards Jaeho’s admission. Even without Namjoon’s answer, you felt giddy and excited. Both of you turned expectantly towards Namjoon, who seemed to flounder under the sudden attention. 

Jaeho was quick to intercede. “It’s okay if you need time or don’t feel the same, Joonie.”

Namjoon blinked a few times before quickly shaking his head. “No, I- I’m just surprised. I promise. This is… amazing.”

His soft confession was enough to finally propel you forward, tugging him up and into a feverish kiss. One that Jaeho interrupted to steal a searing kiss of his own before planting the same on Namjoon. After, the three of you had fallen into bed together and haven’t separated since, with exception of occasional trips. But those never last long for any of you. You always end up missing the others too much to stay away for long. And for all the fun there is in the world, there’s nothing better than being in their arms. 

Maybe you should suggest a small vacation soon, you’re fairly certain there’s some anniversary coming up. And your small little plot of farmland will survive a few days without the three of you around. Long enough for a quick trip somewhere. You wish you could go back to Paris. But that would take too long to travel. It’d have to be somewhere a little closer. 

The rustling of grass filters in through the window, signaling someone’s approach. You think about getting up to greet them, but decide that you’d rather try to get them to join you in bed. You’ve missed them too much to let the opportunity to get to be close with them for a little while go. The door is opened and closed and you can hear them shuffling around beyond the partition. The movements are too soft to pick out who it is, but after a moment, Namjoon’s warm scent spreads through the house.

“Joonie…” you croon. 

There’s a pause and then a chuckle and the footsteps come closer. “Is there a particular reason you are still in bed and naked, love?”

You reach a hand out towards him. “In the hope that one of my beautiful men will decide to join me again. I miss you both.”

A smile tugs at his lips, cheeks dimpling. He tugs his hair free of it’s tie, silky strands falling to his shoulders as he gives them a quick ruffle. You know you’ve already won with that action, even if he’ll pretend to think about it. He’s not going to leave until you’re happy and satisfied. “Is that so?” 

The ties of his belt are undone and he lets his top fall open. Your eyes trace over the newly revealed skin, tongue darting out to lick your lips. His skin is more tan than you last remember, leaving him practically glowing golden in the sunlight.

“Have you been working outside without a shirt lately?” you murmur. 

He hums, shrugging the shirt from his shoulders and letting it pool on the ground at his feet. “There is a lot of work to do around here.”

“Are you saying I don’t do any work around here?”

He chuckles. “I think you do the most work, love.”

He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, tugging them down his legs and leaving him bare before you. You hungrily drink him in. Now that he’s able to stay out in the sunlight longer, his skin is finally starting to return to the golden of when you met, losing some of the paleness that came from his new sensitivity to sunlight. The years spent tending the fields around your little home has left him built, so much so that you're positive that even without the vampire strength that he’d be able to lift you easily. The idea makes you squirm.

Beckoning him once more, you slide the thin sheet from your body, shameless in your nudity before him. His gaze flickers across the expanse of your form before taking a step closer and stretching out beside you. Propping his head up on a hand, he uses his free hand to trace idle patterns along the soft skin of your stomach. His cool touch leaves goosebumps in their wake. 

“Well, love, now that you have me back in bed, what are your grand plans?”

Shifting onto your side, you press yourself closer until you’re pressed against him, finger tips ghosting up his arm. “I’m certain we can think of something to occupy ourselves with, Joonie.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm enough that you want to do nothing more than bask in it forever. His hand cups your cheek gently and you lean into the touch a moment before turning your head just enough to press a kiss to his palm. “You’re insatiable,” he murmurs, trying to sound like he’s reprimanding but his tone oozes nothing but fondness. 

Humming, you thread your fingers through his hair. “You don’t seem to particularly mind, though.”

“Brat,” he murmurs, before pressing his lips to yours. 

You smirk into the kiss though it’s short lived as Namjoon’s hand slides off your cheek to grip the back of your neck possessively, guiding you into a deeper kiss. Moaning when he nips your lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth, you feel your pussy clench at the sting and let your hands drift from his chest down to his half hard cock where it presses to your thigh. You wrap your hand around the already hefty girth even when he’s only half hard and you get a grunt in response. Giving him a few slow pumps, you revel in the feeling of him firming up in your grip, the physical proof of the effect you have on him. Decades later and you still love the feel of them hardening with just a few strokes. 

You could do that with anyone, but there’s something special about Namjoon and Jaeho. The bond you all share makes moments like these so much more than just sex or feeding. There’s a delight in the fact that time has left them just as in love with you as you still are with them. Love so deeply rooted that you don’t think it could ever be removed. 

Namjoon’s lips reverently trail along your jaw. “You’re in your head. All that work to get me here and you’re just going to imagine something else?” His tone is lighthearted and teasing as he ends his question with a nip to your neck. 

“There exists nothing I’d rather imagine than to be here with you. And oh,” you grin, looking pointedly to where you’re pressed together, “will you look at that. I’m right here with you.”

“I know someone who would perhaps have an objection to that.”

Leaning in, you steal a quick kiss. “It’s what he gets for leaving the bed.”

Namjoon chases your lips when you go to pull away. “Someone should do some real work around here.” 

He continues pressing forward once your lips reconnect, forcing you onto your back and he shifts to pin you to the bed with his hips, hard cock pressing delightfully against you. Grinding your hips up into his, you let your legs wrap around his waist to keep him close. His cock slides through your wet folds, creating the perfect rub of friction to your clit that makes your toes curl. 

“Joonie…” you whine as his lips trail down to your neck. 

“I don’t know if you’ve earned anything yet, love,” he coos, fangs grazing across your skin, a shock of adrenaline racing through you at the teasing promise of being bitten.

They’ve fed from you countless times, but time does nothing to lessen the excitement that comes from the promise of the pleasure that will course through your veins as they feed from you. The first time either of them had fed from you, Jaeho had you sat on Namjoon’s cock. And you had cum almost the second Jaeho’s fangs pierced the skin of your neck. The euphoria that flooded your body had been almost overwhelming and when you had come back to yourself, Namjoon had been squirming beneath you, whining to Jaeho about how tightly your pussy can clamped around him while Jaeho had fed. Jaeho had merely laughed before lifting you easily and helping you ride Namjoon until he came as well. Not that it took long after the way your pussy had been convulsing around him. Now you’ve grown a little addicted to the feeling of being fed from by them, especially when all three of you are together. 

Thrusting lazily against you, Namjoon pulls you back to the present, giving you only just enough pressure to your clit to leave you aching for more, squirming as much as you can with your hips pinned down by his. His teeth nip at your skin, the sting sending a jolt through your body, dragging a whine from your throat. 

“Please…”

Namjoon makes a thoughtful noise, though he seems far more preoccupied with your neck to truly be thinking about your pleas. You wonder when he last fed. It’s been a while since he’s fed from you, so you know that he must have gone out to feed from a human. But with the way all your schedules have been lately, you don’t know exactly when that was. The way he’s interested in your neck though says that it’s maybe been a while since he’s fed. Or, you think with a small thrill, maybe he has just missed feeding from you.  

You know you could easily overpower him. While in normal circumstances his strength far outweighs yours, this is your domain. And the lust slowly clouding the room means that it would be nothing to flip you both and simply take what you want. Something that he most certainly knows after being with you for so long. 

But there’s something to the surrender, the implicit trust you put in him. In each other. Namjoon lifts his head and his eyes shine with happiness. Ducking down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. Then he presses a second kiss, far more urgent and needy. It consumes you as he grinds against you, thick cock rubbing perfectly against your aching clit.

You whine against his lips, drawing a deep chuckle from him. “Tell me what you want, love,” he murmurs.

You nip at his bottom lip with a small grin. “Just you.”

Fingers digging into your hips, he adjusts you slightly so his cock just presses against your entrance. “Who would’ve thought that the sex demon would be so soft, hm?”

Before you can retort, he pulls you in, cock sinking deliciously into you. You moan as he presses in fully to the hilt, letting you sit there full of him until you start squirming, wanting him to move.

He chuckles again. “So needy, love.”

His hips draw away, until just the tip remains before he thrusts back in. The force jostles you up the bed, pulling a gasp from you and he sets a slow, almost lazy rhythm. You sink into the feeling, reveling in the drag of his cock against your walls. There’s a level of care and calculation to his movements and anticipation builds in you as you wait for his next move, pleasure slowly building in your belly. His fangs drag teasingly against the thin skin of your pulse point and your pulse races at the promise of a bite. 

Teeth digging in gently, nowhere near hard enough to pierce your skin, you whine, trying to push up into the easy pressure against your throat. Namjoon’s hand finds your throat, fingers fitting right under your jaw and forcing your head back and fully exposing your throat to him. The hint of danger sends a thrill through your body and your pussy clenches around his cock. 

His tongue traces the path of your racing pulse until his lips bump his fingers. “So, so needy. And yet, you won’t just ask for what you want.” He tuts, plush lips pressing to your jaw above his fingers. “Tell me what you want or you won’t get it.”

You huff and his hand tightens marginally around your throat, cutting your theatrics off immediately. “Want you to feed. Haven’t had it in so long…”

His smile presses to your neck. “Only you would miss having a vampire drink from you, love.”

A breathy laugh leaves you. “Cause I know how good it feels. It’s so good.”

He hums, tongue laving over your pulse for a moment before his fangs are sinking into your flesh. There’s a split second of pain, twin points of burning that is washed away by euphoria as the venom sinks into your veins. Your limbs tingle and every place that his hands touch feels electric. Drinking deeply, his hips stutter to a stop, leaving you impaled on his cock as he feeds. 

In your distracted state, you don’t notice his fingers moving until they find your clit, circling the bundle with practiced ease. Pleasure burns through you, bright and hot as his fingers move and your hips move in an attempt to get more sensation, to get him to fuck you hard and fast and add even more pleasure for the greedy, hungry pit of lust growing within you. 

He pulls away slightly, dark eyes staring at the bite before he’s diving back down to lick up the blood that oozes from the wounds. His hips twitch and you know that’s he’s just barely holding onto his restraint. You sink your fingers into his soft hair, tugging the long strands and pulling a growl from deep in his chest. 

“Fuck me. Joonie, please…”

Everything freezes for a moment and then Namjoon jerks into motion, thrusts picking up pace rapidly, almost frenzied as his lips find yours for a messy, uncoordinated kiss. He fucks you hard and fast, desperate in a way you both need. You’ve missed them both so much. 

Pleasure builds quickly in your belly and you let it crest with a sigh. Shuddering, your pussy clenches around his cock as you cum, venom heighting all sensation to the point that you feel high. Namjoon’s hips stutter slightly from the sudden clench. A handful of thrusts later, just as you start to tip into oversensitivity, he cums with a groan, leaving you sated and full.

His forehead rests against your shoulder for a moment before he pulls out and flops down beside you, pulling you close to cuddle. 

“Love you…” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin.

Letting your fingers comb through his hair, you hum with happiness. There’s nowhere you’d rather be. “Love you too.”

Namjoon can hear the pacing before he even enters the house. Opening the door reveals the same thing he’s come home to for the past three days, Jaeho pacing around the small common space, completely lost in thought. He wonders if Jaeho even attended to his chores today, or if he’s been here since this morning when Namjoon left. He had at least managed to get Jaeho to sleep a little, if a little fitfully. Being wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms had seemed to help at least a little bit. 

“Jae,” he calls softly.

There’s no response initially, Jaeho looking up a handful of seconds after Namjoon has said his name, like there’s a delay in processing what’s happening around him. Worry creases his face and Namjoon steps forward to wrap his arms around the other. 

“She’ll be back. You know she always comes back,” he murmurs soothingly. He’s said it more times than he can count in the last three days. Namjoon doesn’t want to think about how he’s saying it as much to reassure Jaeho as he is to reassure himself.

The conversation the two of you had before he returned to work two weeks ago plays on a never ending loop. Wondering if there’s some hidden meaning or clue that he missed. He’d asked what your plans were for the rest of the day and you detailed that you were hungry and that there had been a werewolf that had been coming into the tea house and seemed interested. So you were going to flirt a little and see where it led. 

 Namjoon had never imagined that he would be here. Laying in bed, idly tracing patterns on his partners skin as she detailed her plans to go sleep with someone else. He would expect jealousy, or maybe even anger. And the jealousy had certainly been there in the beginning. But Jaeho and you had never ending patience with him. Helped him talk through his emotions and get to where he is now. Because he knows there’s nothing to be jealous of. That while you flit off every so often to sleep with some people and feed, that at the end of the day, you’ll always end up back here with them. Because it’s them that you love and they’re home. 

There’s nothing in Namjoon’s recollection of the conversation that reveals any hidden meaning or agenda. You had talked as if you’d be back within a day at most, like you were just heading out for a quick bite to eat and then you’d be back. 

Namjoon tries to bury the worry that bubbles up that maybe he missed something or that something’s happened. Jaeho is worrying more than enough for both of them right now and at least one of them needs to remain strong and level-headed. 

Chewing his lip for a moment, Jaeho thinks his words over carefully. “I know that. But she never disappears without telling us for more than a couple of days. It’s already been almost two weeks. She would’ve told us if she was going for a while.”

Humming, Namjoon gives him another squeeze. That was another thing he was trying to not think about. Had you told him that you’d be away for a while and he just didn’t remember and now Jaeho was worrying for nothing? But if he told Jaeho that you had said that when you didn’t and you really were in trouble? Namjoon doesn’t know if he’d be able to live with that. “You know how werewolves are. She probably just got caught up and forgot. She hasn’t been with one in a while. They’re a lot and she can feed from them a lot. Probably just drinking her fill.”

Jaeho sighs, sagging slightly in Namjoon’s arms. The words seem to sooth him, at least for the moment and that’s the best that Namjoon can ask for right now. “I guess… I just don’t have a good feeling about this.”

Namjoon presses a kiss to his head. “Don’t worry. She loves us both. She’ll be back before we know it.” Pulling away, Namjoon gives him a reassuring smile, gently tugging him back towards the bed. “In the meantime, I know just how to help you relax.”

You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Time has blurred into a long stretch of aching hunger, made more acute with every attempt you make to escape. None have been successful. You don’t even really know where you are. The last thing you fully remember is spending time with the werewolf you met at the tea house. You’d spent a couple of days with him, days full of fun and left you full and sated. You had been planning to go back to Jaeho and Namjoon the next morning. But someone clearly had other plans. 

Waking up in a dark, cold gray cellar had certainly been a surprise after falling asleep in bed warmed by a werewolf. As had the ache in your head and blood matted in your hair, though the blood certainly explained the headache. More surprising than just being in the cellar was finally taking notice of the bars separating you from a large portion of the cellar and confining you to one little corner. There’s nothing in the little cell with you. With no windows, there’s no way to tell how long you’ve been down here either or even what time it currently is. The cellar is sparsely filled too, a few boxes scattered around, but it seems abandoned. You’d tried yelling yourself hoarse the first few days after awakening, but either no one was around or the stone the cellar was built from kept your shouts from reaching anyone. 

Which has led to your current predicament. You know at least a few weeks have passed. The slowly growing hunger is proof enough of that. The growing hunger has also meant that you’ve slowly begun to lose yourself. You’ve been having moments where you’ve blacked out, where you know you’ve been conscious but you don’t recall a thing that happened. One time you came to, to find your hands slick with blood and the sting of cuts on your fingertips. After taking a moment to get your bearings again, you found blood on the bars where you assume you had tried to break your way out even if you don’t remember those actions. 

The length of time they last seems to be growing longer and you don’t know whether it comforts you to know that it will be over soon or feel guilt wrenching heartache that your last moments are here, alone and that Namjoon and Jaeho will never know what happened. 

As your periods of lucidity begin to lessen and you find yourself spending those brief moments as yourself thinking of Jaeho and Namjoon. You miss them so much. Want their comforting scents here with you, to fall asleep in their arms on soft bedding instead of being alone on a cold, stone floor. 

You wonder if they’re worried or looking for you. They knew you’d gone to meet someone, assuming Namjoon told Jaeho about your plans. Would they think something happened to you? Or would they just assume you had left for a while, even if you hadn’t told them that you planned to leave for a while. It’s something that you haven’t done since the beginning of your relationship. Back when you all were still figuring out how the three of you worked and you were a little more easily spooked by what you felt. And even back then, you never disappeared for long, always drawn back to them no matter what. 

It’s during one of these periods of consciousness that something changes. A door opens and you see a sliver of light, that given however long you’ve been in the dark, is nearly blinding for a moment, forcing your eyes to squeeze closed. Then someone descends the stairs, a lantern in one hand, casting a warm glow about the cellar that is still almost too bright considering the dark you've sat in until now. The scent hits you a moment after her appearance. Werewolf. 

Your stomach clenches painfully, hunger gnawing at you with the tease of possible food before you. You find yourself getting to your feet and approaching the bars without much thought, so fast that you stumble but you’re too focused to pay it any mind. In fact, you’re so focused that the bars startle you slightly when you bump into them.

The woman laughs cruelly when she sees that. “Forgot the bars again, whore?”

Again? Has she been down here before? Your mind reels, scraping together every brief memory from recently to see if you can recount someone coming down here. Your mind comes to only darkness. You suppose that it is possible that she came down before given the moments you’ve been losing. But that just becomes even more disconcerting because she’s been coming down here while you starve? While you’ve been struggling to get free? Fingers curling around the bars, you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, throat rough from disuse. 

Clearing your throat, you try again. “Who…”

The woman scoffs and you have no idea if it’s because you’ve had this conversation before or if she just seemingly dislikes you that you addressing her directly is disgusting to her. “Are we really doing this whole thing again? How you seduce anyone when you’re this stupid, is beyond me.” The lantern is set on the ground as the woman takes a seat on a small stool set before the bars. “My name is Talia. I don’t think I need to tell you that I’m a werewolf.”

“Why…”

She laughs again. “Because you slept with my mate.”

Mate? You’ve only slept with one werewolf recently. And he was certainly unmated. No marks and no mating scent. Mated werewolves carried a certain scent, a slight undertone of their mates scent that is with them always. Is that who she means? You’d discussed other current partners while you were together and he hadn’t mentioned a mate. He mentioned a guy, a werewolf from another pack that he was interested in. Was debating whether he should court him or not. You had given him some advice and he seemed genuinely happy to receive it, glowing when you asked about the other werewolf and he began to gush about how they met. 

“What are you talking about?” you croak. Everything is confusing and that combined with your hunger is making your head throb, making it even harder to focus on the harsh words she spits at you.

Tutting, she shakes her head, like she’s chiding a child. “You spent all that time with him and you’ve forgotten him?”

“I… I don’t understand… I’ve only slept with one werewolf. And he wasn’t mated.”

“You know nothing of mates.” There’s a wildness in her eyes that has you shrinking away from the bars. With it comes the dawning realization that she is the reason you’re locked up down here. 

Tears gather in your eyes, frustration, anger, and grief almost so overwhelming that it feels like you’re choking. “Why are you doing this? Please, let me go.”

“That’s most certainly not going to happen. Not yet anyway. I have plans for you. You ruin my life, I ruin yours,” she cackles.

And then she’s picking up the lantern and leaving as you shout behind her. For her to stop, to let you go, for anyone to help you. The silence sets in as the cellar door is slammed shut behind, disturbed only by your broken sobs. 

“I’m going to find her.”

Namjoon looks up from the paper he’s going over, brow furrowed at Jaeho. “What?”

“It’s been a month, Joonie. I’m worried. I’m going to find her.” He adjusts a bag slung over his shoulder, face determined.

Namjoon starts to stand. “I’ll come with.”

Jaeho shakes his head. “No, someone should stay here. In case she comes back. Someone should be here for her. I’ll check in with you every couple of days.”

Namjoon nods reluctantly, moving closer to him. “Be safe,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

Three days later, Namjoon catches wind of a werewolf pack that’s going to take care of a feral vampire that’s attacking a nearby village. There’s only one other vampire in the area. Namjoon’s stomach sinks and he goes to the village without a second thought.

You blink, consciousness coming back to you slowly. You notice several things that don’t immediately fully process with you. First, you’re outside. It’s night, but the buildings around you are ablaze, casting everything in bright light. Second, you are, bizarrely, no longer starving, instead a hollow fullness settles in your bones. Almost more off putting than the hunger. Third, and this one takes the longest to register because it seems so unreal, Talia stands before you. And with a growing sense of dread as you fully take in the scene, holds a struggling Jaeho by the throat. 

You take a step closer and can see her grip tighten so you stop, going so far as to take a step back in the hopes that she loosens her grip on him. Jaeho thrashes and when you call out his name, all you get in response is a hiss. Is he… feral?

Flashes of memories hit you, things that make your stomach turn. It all seems like a nightmare. You have a vague awareness of completely losing yourself, Jaeho finding you. Or was he led to you? Of you… feeding from him as he fought to subdue you. When you look at your arms, you see scratches and bruises that confirm your memories to be true, that you attacked him. That you did this to him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you force the memories away before focusing on Talia again.

“Let him go.” Your voice breaks.

She gives you a cruel, condescending smile. “I don’t think so. There’s a feral vampire causing havoc, as the resident pack, we have to take care of it.”

Tears spill down your cheek as you shake your head. You have to fix this. It isn’t his fault. He just needs to feed a little and he’ll be fine. If she just gives him to you, then you can fix this. You both can go back to Namjoon and everything will be okay. “No no no. Please. Don’t do this. Give him to me. I can make him better. Please, this is just an accident.”

Humming thoughtfully for a moment, she makes eye contact with a grin. “No.”

Then she rips Jaeho’s throat out. You scream, dropping to your knees as he gurgles for a moment before slowly sinking to the ground. All you can focus on is the blood slowly seeping into the ground. You feel cold even with the heat of the blaze surrounding you. Talia drops the mess in her hand and glances behind her. 

Burying your face in your hands, you sob, feeling the loss of Jaeho tear through your chest as viscerally as a dagger. You ache. How are you going to tell Namjoon? There’s no way to explain this. Jaeho should’ve let you go after he taught you control. Maybe he shouldn’t even have bothered to stop you that night he found you. He should’ve just left you to hunters. 

This is all your fault.

You hear voices murmuring, one calm and collected and the other frantic, and when you finally manage to drag your gaze up what feels like an eternity later, you see Namjoon standing over Jaeho’s body, face twisted with anguish. Talia’s nowhere to be seen. He drops to his knees, hands hovering like if he doesn’t touch then it’s not real. Staggering to your feet, you cross the short distance, stopping just short of them when Namjoon’s head jerks up to meet you with a hard look. It’s enough to break your heart all over again.

“How could you do this?”

His words are ice and you have no idea how to respond. You have no answer. How could you, you haven’t even been conscious. Your lust clouded your judgement and now you’ve hurt the people you loved the most. “J-joonie-”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore. How could you do this? After everything he’s done for you?” His voice raises in pitch as tears begin to fall down his cheeks. “He did everything for you. For us. How could you?”

The silence after his shouting is deafening. It would almost be easier if he kept yelling. At least then you wouldn’t have to hear the way your thoughts swirl with ‘it’s your fault he’s dead.’ 

What are you supposed to say to him anyway? There’s no apology in the world that could ever bring Jaeho back. Namjoon’s right. Jaeho did everything for you. And now he’s dead.

“I’m sorry…” The words feel like ash on your tongue. Wholly inadequate but you have to say something. You and Namjoon can still continue on. You can bring Jaeho’s memory with you. You don’t all have to lose everything. 

Namjoon laughs bitterly. “You’re sorry?” He sounds incredulous and shakes his head. “Just leave. I can’t…” His breath stutters and his gaze drops to the ground. “Please just go. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

You want to argue. Bring up the idea that you don’t have to lose each other too. That Jaeho wouldn’t want you to separate just because he’s gone. But you have a feeling that he won’t be receptive to that. And as much as it pains you to leave them both. You don’t want to cause Namjoon more hurt than you already have. The kindest thing you can do now is simply honor his request. 

You don’t know how long you run for. You feel well and truly like you’re drunk for the first time in centuries as the city blurs around you. Only you don’t get to enjoy the dizzying feeling, instead the lightheadedness makes it harder to navigate, tripping over your feet as you stumble, aimless in your journey to just get away. You know you can’t go home, she’ll just track you there. And while no one else lives on the same floor as you, there are plenty of people in the building, some who are very nice and you’d hate to put them in harm's way. You do your best to double back and make your trail as confusing as possible. But all the doubling back in the world will still eventually lead to her finding you. You duck through some still populated areas, trying to avoid the curious looks of the more sober people that trail over your bleeding figure. 

This is the longest you’ve ever been bleeding for. But your energy is completely spent, everything is going to just keep you upright and moving, nothing left to spare for healing. The sun is beginning to peak over the horizon and you know you need to get off the street. While people wouldn’t stop you this late at night with your injuries, people in the morning surely would. 

You find yourself in front of a building, tall and pristine. It takes you a moment to realize where you are and you almost want to scoff that of all places, you came here. You hadn’t even realized that you’d traveled so far. You hear a howl in the distance, she must be awake. You thought you had more time. Panic siezes you and you ignore how dumb of an idea this is and quickly make your way inside, navigating the halls to the familiar frosted glass door, pounding on the frame like Taria is already there. 

The door is wretched open after a long moment, Yoongi’s face twisted in annoyance before quickly morphing into surprise at the sight of you. Before he can say anything, you’re shoving him back into the room and spinning to slam the door shut. You pant as you lean against it, heartbeat pounding your eardrums as you try to reason that you’re safe for the moment. When you pull away, there’s a smeared, bloody handprint left behind. How much blood had you trailed around the city without noticing?

“Y/n?” He sounds so concerned. “Hang on, let me call Jin-”

You turn to face him, eyes frantic. “No! Don’t do that! Please you can’t, don’t let them know I’m here. This was a dumb idea anyway. I needed somewhere safe and this is just where I ended up. I-”

You stop as your gaze lands on the other body in the room. The one you hadn’t even noticed at first. Taehyung. You just really can’t catch a break. “Fuck. Shit, I’m just gonna…” You turn immediately, hand already attempting to open the door again, but the blood causes your grip to slip. 

Yoongi’s arms wrap around your middle and he lifts you away easily. You try not to think about just how easily he moved you. You weakly try to fight against him, but it only serves to exhaust you further. You sag in his arms and just try to breath. 

Yoongi pats your head gently, shushing you. You didn’t even realize you were whimpering. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here. Taehyung knows already. Jimin told him. It’s okay.”

You fight for another moment, you should leave. But ultimately your injuries catch up to you and you feel consciousness slowly slipping from your grasp. Now that you’re not actively running or fearing for your life, your exhaustion crashes over you and before Yoongi can say more, you pass out. 

“Hyung… What are we gonna do?” Taehyung’s voice is quiet as Yoongi gently lays you out on the towels Taehyung placed on the couch.

Yoongi looks down at you, brushing some of your hair from your face. He sighs. “I don’t know. We have to wait for her to wake up. But given how beat up she is, that might be a while.”

“Are we really not going to tell the others?” 

“Not right now. We’ll wait for her to get up first. Find out what happened. Then we can decide from there.” Yoongi turns to look at him. “In the meantime, I have some spare clothes in my locker in the practice room, can you go grab those and some extra towels and water.” He glances at you before tacking on, “And the first aid kit. Drop those off with me and then go pick up some food? She’ll probably be hungry when she gets up.”

Taehyung looks like he wants to say more, but finally he nods, slipping out of the room quietly. 

Yoongi’s gaze slowly trails over you, taking in the extent of your injuries, at least what he can see without cleaning the blood off of you. There’s a ring of bruises around your neck, shaped suspiciously like a hand. More bruising covers your jaw, along with a thin line of split skin than has left a thin trail of red down your neck. Most of the exposed skin of your right arm and thigh are covered in the criss cross scraps of road rash and it’s coated both extremities and a good portion of your clothing wet with blood. Your palms share a similar fate, the heels of them holding the brunt of the damage. 

Yoongi wonders how angry you’ll be if he rips up your clothes to get them off of you but decides that he’ll just buy you new ones if you complain. He steps closer, trying to carefully tear the clothing so he can remove it from your body without jostling you too much. He knows you’re out cold, but he doesn’t want to risk anything at all possibly waking you when all you need it rest. 

He’s just stripped the last of your clothes from you, tossing the ruined things into a plastic bag when Taehyung returns. Taehyung’s eyes widen when he sees your undressed state, gaze quickly averting as he thrusts the requested items in Yoongi’s direction. Yoongi takes them, setting them on the coffee table. He catches Taehyung before he can retreat once more, handing him the bag of bloodied items.

“Can you destroy this too? Don’t need it getting found or sniffed out.”

Taehyung gives Yoongi a little salute and then is back out the door to carry out the rest of his duties. Yoongi pulls the coffee table closer to the couch and you and perches on the edge. Taking one of the hand towels that Taehyung had grabbed and the water, he begins slowly and carefully wiping the blood from your body. It takes longer than he expects, the irritation causing a few wounds to begin bleeding again. But once the layer of grime is cleaned from your body, Yoongi sees more bruises on your stomach and sides and he’s sure there’s probably some on your back as well. Just what had happened to you?

He dabs ointment onto the worst of the wounds, hoping it helps a little until you can feed properly and heal up. He takes a few aspirin from the med kit as well setting them beside the glass of water that waits for you. 

Staring at his clothes, he wonders if he should even bother putting them on you. They’re certainly baggy enough, but putting them on would require a lot of movement and he doesn’t want to jostle you more than necessary. But then he thinks of times he’s woken up injured and in an unfamiliar place, vulnerability already high even if he was near someone he knew. He would want to be clothed. He carefully slips his shirt onto you, which proves much more difficult given your unconsciousness. His shorts are much easier to slip on you. 

You look peaceful, so still actually that Yoongi panics for a minute thinking you’ve died and he presses his ear to your chest just to reaffirm the thumping in the air is your slow heartbeat and not someone else’s in the building. All his time on this planet, and you are by far the most enchanting, frustrating, and mysterious creature he’s ever met. He can only hope that you’ll allow him and Taehyung to help you. That you won’t push them away again. But for now, all he can do is wait for Taehyung to return and for you to wake up.

The first thing you feel when you regain consciousness is pain, radiating from multiple points on your body and you wish you had stayed unconscious instead. Sleep sounds so much preferable to trying to take inventory of what hurts and why. But now that you’re slightly more aware of your surroundings, the smell of food invades your senses and your stomach gives a loud grumble. You hear talking, though your half asleep state keeps the words from filtering through and making sense, and then there’s the soft click as a door is shut. 

It’s quiet for a moment before someone speaks. “I know you’re awake and I know you’re hungry. You need to take something for the pain anyway.” Yoongi murmurs, kneeling down next to you. 

You groan and peek one eye open to glance at him, noting the way his face is twisted with worry. Guilt twists your stomach that you’ve made a problem for him. He slips a hand beneath your head as he helps you carefully sit up then he’s turning to pick up a glass of water and some pills, offering the pills to you before helping you with the water. You gulp down as much as you can before Yoongi is gingerly pulling it away, an amused smile on his face. 

He sets the glass on the table and your gaze is drawn to the food and you suddenly feel ravenous. Yoongi hands you one of the containers. 

“You can eat. I know you’re probably hungry after whatever happened.” 

You eye him skeptically for a moment before you begin eating, quickly wolfing down one container before moving onto the next. You don’t even realize Taehyung has returned until you’ve finished most of the food, belly full almost to the point of hurting, but it at least gives your body enough energy to sit up straight without help. You look between the two of them as you drink some more water. You think you remember Yoongi mentioning Taehyung knew before you passed out, but most of your time post fight is a haze. But the fact that Taehyung is here and not upset at Yoongi or your presence means he knows something at least. 

They share a look before Yoongi speaks. “So what did happen?”

You swallow, waving the question off. “Oh, it’s fine. There was just a thing at the club. No big deal.”

Yoongi blinks at you, incredulous. “You can’t be serious? Nothing that could’ve possibly happened at the club could’ve wiped you out this much. You were practically dead when you got here. That’s not just something as simple as a ‘club thing.’ What happened?”

You look from Yoongi to Taehyung. You don’t know what, maybe you’re hoping that he’ll back you up despite having never met you formally. But he just looks at you with pleading eyes. You want to continue to deny what happened but you know that they won’t give up until you tell them the truth. And you’re too tired to try to fight it anyway. 

You sigh, head dropping back against the couch. “I was attacked. By this werewolf that I had a run in with a long time ago. I guess she thought I had died and that she didn’t need to deal with me herself. She came to Seoul to visit someone and caught wind that I’m still alive. She’s been hunting me down since.”

It’s silent for far too long and when you glance at the two men, they’re exchanging worried glances. Your gut churns with even more guilt. You shouldn’t have come here, no matter how exhausted you were. You’ve put them in danger, worse you didn’t even know until now that they had been in danger. Maybe you should’ve been the one to listen to Namjoon. You really do just hurt everyone you care for. You can’t read their expressions, but you have a feeling about what’s coming so you make it easier for them and push yourself from the couch. 

You wobble for a second and they’re both quick to rise and reach out to steady you, hands so gentle that you can feel tears well in your eyes. “Look I’m sorry for coming here. I didn’t mean to put you guys in danger. I’ll get out of here and draw her away. So you guys will be fine.”

You manage to take only one unsteady step before hands are wrapping around each wrist and you look back to see each of them holding one. 

“I don’t know what’s going on inside that head of yours, but you’re wrong. We’re worried about you and your safety. You can barely stand. You should not be out on the streets where she can find you.” Yoongi tugs gently but you refuse to move, though you both know that he could easily pull you back right now. 

You turn to look at Taehyung, who’s been quiet the whole time. He tilts his head before he tugs your arm as well until you finally give in and fall back against the couch. You don’t think you could’ve stood for much longer anyway. Taehyung’s hand slides down to encompass yours.

“What do you need?” He asks softly.

You shift uncomfortably. You need to feed. But you can’t possibly ask that of them. You’ve already asked too much as is. You wave him off. “I’m fine. Just a little more rest and I’ll be fine.” You feel so human and vulnerable right now. Being this weak around someone else would normally have you crawling in your skin, aching to get away and take care of yourself but somehow, with them, you feel safe. 

Yoongi looks unconvinced. “When was the last time you fed?”

You purse your lips in thought. “Not too long ago. Few days maybe?” When Yoongi looks like he’s going to argue, you continue. “I swear, it was really recent. But the fight… Fuck have you ever fought a werewolf? Look I’m not built to fight much of anything, let alone a werewolf who knows how to counter the few things that are at my disposal. It took everything in me to just get away. It just…” you sigh and run a hand through your hair as you close your eyes. “Drained me.”

The couch beside you dips and when you peek an eye open, you see Taehyung has sat down, close enough that your thighs brush together. He seems to hesitate for only a moment before you see something switch in him.

“Feed from me.”

You blink at him, unsure if you heard him correctly and turn to see if Yoongi is going to object or… something, you don’t know what. But Yoongi’s face is frustratingly neutral as he gazes back at you. You turn back to Taehyung and his face is firm as his hand lands on your thigh and squeezes. 

He leans closer, until your lips are just an inch apart and his eyes hold their intense gaze on yours. You swallow, suddenly overwhelmed by his scent. His eyes flicker between yours and his breath ghosts across your face as he speaks. 

“Aren’t you hungry, little demon?” 

Your breath hitches and you struggle with rational thought. All you want to do with his invitation is sit on his cock and feast. Arousal wafts off of him as he smirks and it’s making your head hazy, all thoughts not about devouring him leaving you. You try to fight it, but you’re so drained that it’s hard to resist such a pretty, willing boy. You finally resolve to wipe the smirk clean off his face; he has no idea what he’s in for.

You close the small distance, pressing your lips to his and tangle your fingers in his hair to hold him close as you lick at his lips, moaning as you feel yourself already slowly gaining energy. Pushing him back to sit flush against the couch, he goes willingly, hands digging into your thighs to help you as you plant yourself in his lap. You’re quick to lick into his mouth, chasing the small sparks of pleasure that feed and energize you. You feel slightly delirious and it takes all of your willpower not to just feed right now. But you know if you do it with his cock buried in you, on the brink of orgasm, that it’ll be so much better. More potent and sweet. The thought makes your toes curl. Taehyung already tastes so sweet. 

Taehyung seems perfectly content to let you take what you want and manipulate him as you please. You grind down, delighted to find how hard he is beneath you already and you continue to shift your hips against him, drawing small whines and groans from his throat. Wanting to draw more of those delicious noises from him, you slip your hands beneath this shirt, nails drawing lighty up his belly till they rest on the swell of his chest. Your pussy drips in your borrowed shorts as Taehyung’s hands slip beneath the fabric to squeeze at the bare skin of your thighs. 

You’re so absorbed in the kiss and the feel of him beneath your hands that it’s not until you hear the creak of a chair that you remember the two of you are not alone. Yoongi. You pull reluctantly from Taehyung’s lips and you have to quickly drag your gaze from how kiss swollen they look lest you just dive back in. Instead you shift enough to find Yoongi, slouched down in his chair and legs spread. He almost looks bored with the way his head is propped up on his hand, but the heat in his gaze and the slight tent in his pants give away his interest in what’s unfolding before him. 

When your eyes meet, he smirks. “Don’t let me interrupt, babygirl.” You go to speak but he gives you a small shake of his head and continues. “Why don’t you focus on Taehyungie, hm? Show him what he’s been missing out on.” His eyes flit behind you to Taehyung and then land back on you. “I’ll just enjoy the show.”

You hesitate for only a moment more, but Yoongi’s quirk of an eyebrow finally has you turning back to Taehyung. His gaze is dark and there’s a smirk stretching his lips once again. Well that certainly won’t do.

“Jiminie had high praise for you, you know.” He murmurs. 

You return his smirk with one of your own, leaning close until your lips just brush his. “Is that so? Do you want to see if I live up to that praise?”

Taehyung’s hands tangle in your hair, pulling your lips firmly against his with a groan. You shift closer, chest pressed to his and resume grinding, pulling the sweetest whines from his throat. 

His hands slip beneath your borrowed shirt, sliding up your belly until they cup your breasts. He kneads at the flesh, drawing a moan from you. You tear yourself away from his mouth, tugging the shirt from your body. Taehyung’s eyes drop to where his hands are, slipping down slightly so his fingers can play with your nipples. 

You hum at the feeling, head falling back as the pleasure-pain shoots through you. Warmth envelopes a nipple, Taehyung teasing the bud with his teeth. You tangle your hands in his hair, encouraging him to continue his suckling, his tongue warm and gentle countering the sharpness of his teeth. He switches to the other, laving the same attention to the bud. 

You tug at his hair, drawing a whine from his throat and he pulls away to capture your lips in another kiss. You let him, enjoying the way his tongue slips into your mouth, the way his hands flit around to touch every inch of skin they can. The longer you kiss, the less your body aches, but you know you need more.

You slip off Taehyung’s lap, quickly working to shove the shorts down your legs. “Strip.”

Taehyung works just as fast, tugging his shirt over his head and shoving his sweats down his legs. Yoongi chuckles as his frantic movements. 

“Eager, Taehyungie?” he coos. 

Taehyung glares at him but before he can respond, you cup his cheeks, effectively pulling his attention back to you. 

“I like them eager,” you peck him on the lips as you slide back into his lap, grinding your bare cunt against his cock. 

Taehyung gasps at the feeling of your wet pussy sliding along his length causing his hips to buck against you. His cock is thick and long and pretty. Everything about Taehyung is just so pretty. Under more normal circumstances, you’d love to feel the stretch of your jaw as you sucked him down, to take your time to work you both up and make you both mad with need. But that will have to wait till there’s more time. All you can focus on right now is having his dick inside of you as you suck the pleasure from him. 

You giggle. “Eager and big. My favorite.”

You reach down, hand wrapping tight around Taehyung’s cock as you position him at your entrance before sliding down his cock until your hips are flush. You moan as he stretches you. It feels perfect. Taehyung’s fingers dig into your hips.

“Holy fuck.”

“How’s she feel, Taehyungie?”

Taehyung groans beneath you, hips flexing like he wants to move but is waiting for you first. “Good. So good, hyung… She’s so wet and tight.”

You grin down at him. “It’s about to get better.”

With that, you lift your hips until just the tip of his cock remains in you and then you drop yourself back down. You start a fast pace, thighs protesting almost immediately but now that Taehyung is inside of you, that’s all you can focus on. His feet shift, planting firmer on the ground so he can meet each of your thrusts. 

“Play with her tits too, Tae. You want her to cum, don’t you?”

Taehyung nods, hands abandoning your hips to cup your breasts. His fingers tug at your nipples, pleasure coursing through your veins. You grip the back of the couch, grinding yourself on his cock. Yoongi groans behind you as he watches, the creak of the chair preceding the slick sound of skin on skin. 

“Is Taehyungie being good, babygirl?”

You nod. “He’s so good. Fills me up so well. So close already.”

“That so? You wanna cum, babygirl?” You nod frantically, working your hips faster and Yoongi chuckles. “Play with her clit, Tae. Make her cum around your cock.”

Taehyung follows the order immediately, fingers slipping between your folds to pinch your clit before circling the bud. 

“Come on babygirl, cum for us. Isn’t Taehyungie being so good?”

You shudder, Taehyung’s fingers picking up speed as he leans forward to let his teeth graze your nipple. You moan his name, back arching as the coil in your belly snaps and your pussy convulses around his cock. The world goes fuzzy for a moment as euphoric bliss floods your body. Taehyung chokes on a noise, fingers continuing to work your clit to draw your orgasm out. 

Your hands dig into his hair, pulling his head back as you lean in to press your mouth to his. Taehyung tastes potent. So on edge that desperation clings to the edges, sweetening him up even more. He’s so addicting. You lick the seam of his lips as your hips rock against him. 

“Cum for me baby,” you murmur against his lips, pairing the command with a dirty twist of your hips. 

It only takes a few more grinds before Taehyung’s fingers dig into your skin to the point of pain and a muffled moan pressed to your lips as he begins to fill you. You kiss him harder, finally letting yourself feed freely from him, his orgasm making him taste divine. He remains hard as you feed, no chance at a break as you draw his pleasure out almost torturously as you continue you to grind against him. You feel his cock twitch within you as he squirms beneath you in oversensitivity. You barely register the wetness of tears as they hit your hand, consumed as you are in the bliss you’re taking in.  

He whines against your lips as you feel vitality fill you, your aches disappearing as you begin to move more frantically against him. His nails dig into your skin and with a smothered cry, he cums again, cock twitching feebly as it dribbles more cum into your stuffed pussy. 

A hand wraps around your throat and you’re pulled away from Taehyung’s lips with a gasp. Your grind and then there’s a small squeeze that leaves you shuddering as another orgasm rips through you. The hand on your throat tugs you a little further away from Taehyung’s face and you tilt your head back to look up at Yoongi through hooded eyes.

“That’s enough, babygirl.”

You squeeze your eyes closed, taking a deep breath to try to ground yourself. Right, you only needed to feed enough to help start healing. You can’t drain Taehyung. You don’t want to get him anywhere near that and have the possibility of him turning feral. You feel a twinge of guilt when you think about how you hadn’t wanted to stop. Opening your eyes again, you glance at Taehyung. His head is tilted back against the couch as he stares up at the ceiling with hazy eyes. You hadn’t even realized how far you had gone. You’re glad Yoongi was here. God you haven’t done something like that on accident since- 

“Do you feel better, babygirl?” Yoongi asks, cutting your spiraling thoughts off before they can get worse. 

You nod and let Yoongi help you off of Taehyung’s lap and back onto the couch. 

“Jimin did not prepare me for that.” Taehyung mutters and Yoongi laughs, patting his head. 

“Imagine if she was at full strength, Tae.”

Taehyung whines, flopping down onto the couch. “Please don’t make me think about that. I can’t get hard again. I will actually die or my dick will fall off.”

Silence descends and you gather your borrowed clothes as Taehyung tugs his sweats back on. “I should probably go.” 

Yoongi gives you a flat look. “Will you stop that?”

Your lips twitch as you get dressed and shake your head. “You’ve already done so much. I don’t want to put you anymore in danger.”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose and then he pushes you towards the couch again. “Sit.” When you don’t move, something dark crosses his face. “Sit. Down.”

You swallow and quickly sit down, you’ve never heard Yoongi like that before. You can’t tell if he’s angry or just really frustrated. Either way, you don’t want to see it get worse. His look is already intimidating. You’re nervous about where this might be going. But he’s done so much for you, the least you can do is sit and listen. 

“What happened between you and Namjoon?”

You tilt your head. That’s a little unexpected. You figured this would’ve been more about Taria or why you’ve distanced yourself from them all. “Well… You know the answer to that already, don’t you?”

Yoongi sighs and sits on the coffee table in front of you. You feel a little bit like a child being reprimanded now. “We know Namjoon’s side. We want to know yours.”

You look from Yoongi to Taehyung, who gives you a kind, encouraging smile despite the fact that he still looks completely fucked out. You look back at Yoongi, resigned. “You’re not going to give up until I tell you, are you?” He shakes his head, a small smile on his face. You sigh. “Fine.”

You lean back, letting the memories you’ve tried to keep buried for centuries come back. “Me and Namjoon met not too long after we were both changed. We lived together with another vampire in a nice little place just outside a village in China. Things were… really good back then.” 

You’re tired. You can’t help it. You’ve had so much on your mind lately. The boys wormed their way so effectively under your skin, without you realizing until it was too late. You really should’ve said no to Jungkook that first time, but his wide, eager eyes cracked your walls. Indifference honed by centuries of isolation, all undone by one starry eyed baby vampire. 

Jin was true to his word though and talked to the other two boys, at least you assume he did given that they listened to your requests. And they all respected your need for space, which just made you feel all the more guilty for the lies. You could see as much in the way Jungkook’s eyes would sometimes turn sad when he looked at you, the way Jimin would start to suggest something before stopping himself. It was easy to see that they were struggling with this, confusion coloring all their actions with you now. 

You know they occasionally still stopped by your place before remembering they weren’t supposed to be there. You should tell security to stop letting them up. But you can’t find it in yourself to do so just yet. It feels like punishment, but you don’t know if for you or for them. 

Jin was the only one who had a mask almost as good as yours. You know they wanted to go back to how things were. You’ve thought about just leaving so many times, it’d probably be easier that way. But you just can’t bring yourself to yet. You feel selfish, wanting to keep them in your life when it terrifies you and makes you want to run. They’ve given you a small glimmer of happiness for the first time in a long time. And somehow it feels like it’s already been ripped away from you. Even if you were the one to do the ripping. 

You’re drawn out of your musings by the presence of a vampire sitting across from you. You’re immediately on edge and you seriously contemplate the idea of finding a new cafe. This one is clearly cursed. Or at the very least, highly frequented by vampires. Really, if you just left town, you probably wouldn’t have this problem anymore.  

Steeling yourself, you look up, confused when you’re met with Yoongi, of all people sitting across from you. He pays you no mind at first, sipping from his own drink as he watches the people pass by. Your thoughts race, what could he possibly want? You and the boys have been incredibly careful lately. There was no one that he found out. But why else would he be here. Because there’s no way that this is just a coincidence, that he happened to come here at the same time as you did. He certainly wouldn’t have sat down like you’re old friends catching up if that were the case. Finally he turns to you, face placid and that puts you even more on edge, no one should be that calm around you after hearing Namjoon’s warnings. What could he possibly want?

“I have a proposition for you.” 

A proposition? You blink, that’s certainly not what you expected to come from him. “About?”

“Let me feed from you.” 

What. “What?”

You can’t think of literally anything else to say, thoughts ground to a halt with his words. Your mind struggles with the idea, this seems such a strange request and so out of nowhere. You feel like there has to be some sort of ulterior motive or trick here. 

“You heard me.”

You make a face. “Of course I did. But why?”

Yoongi shrugs and sips his drink. “I like fresh rather than bagged. Supernatural over human. Convenience over effort to seek out what I need.” He tilts his head like it’s obvious.

“What about Namjoon and what he said?” You don’t know why you’re pushing this so much. But something about his utter nonchalance has you on edge. You feel like if you say yes that Namjoon will pop out and claim that this is enough evidence that you’re bad. 

Yoongi shrugs. “If you were a legitimate threat, someone would’ve dealt with you by now. Whatever happened between you and Joon is between you two. I see no reason why we can’t have an arrangement.”

“What do I get out of it? This sounds like it benefits only you.” You let a smirk curl your lips, as off balance as you feel, you don’t want him to know.

Yoongi mulls that over for a few minutes, like he hadn’t even thought of you in this equation. “I’d offer to pay you, but I assume you’ve got more than enough money. I’d offer sex but I’m not really looking for that, just blood. It helps me concentrate and write.” He taps his chin in thought.

That catches your attention though. If he’s not looking for sex but still needs your time then... “I’ll do it.”

He looks surprised. “What? What happened to what’s in it for you?”

If more of your time is taken with Yoongi, that means there’s less time for the others. And that is actually the best thing Yoongi could do for you, even if he doesn’t know it. And if he isn’t looking for sex, then that means there will be even less attachment between the two of you. No chance for your heart to ache every time you meet with him if all he’s doing is feeding. A simple arrangement. You could do that. That’s the best possible outcome here.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’d like to continue to try to find something to give me, then I can take it back and you’re more than welcome to continue.”

His eyes widen and he shakes his head, his cool facade cracking for the first time since he sat down. Seems he isn’t so suave all the time then. It’s kind of adorable that he put up such a front just to talk to you. It reminds you of the first time Jin came over and the act he put on. “No! No, that’s fine. I’ll take it. Thank you.” He slides his phone over to you and you enter your number into it. He smiles down at it as he stands. “I’ll text you when I’m hungry. Bye.”

He waves and walks off. You watch him go. You tug your phone out, scrolling through your contacts. If you were about to take on a 4th vampire to feed, you needed to go feed yourself first. 

Yoongi wastes no time in calling for your services. You wonder just how thirsty he was to have contacted you already. And you find his enthusiasm endearing, the few messages you exchange refreshing. A conversation you can have that’s not consumed by guilt and heartache. He gives you the location of the hotel he wants to meet at and you have to laugh because it’s the same one you use. When you meet, he feeds only from your wrist, the least intimate place possible and for that you’re incredibly grateful. 

You and Yoongi don’t meet too often, at least not too often by feeding standards, although Yoongi’s older and so he can last longer between feedings than the younger ones like Jungkook. But you can always tell when it’s a group day off because Yoongi is usually the first to message you out of the four of them that you have contact with. Beneficial for you because then you can tell the others that you made plans already. They don’t even bother to hide their hurt and disappointment anymore and it’s a twist of the knife everytime. You wonder how they’d feel if they knew it was their own member taking you away from them. Not that you would ever tell them that you and Yoongi were also meeting. 

It becomes very apparent, very quickly, that Yoongi is a creature of habit, he calls once a week, sometimes every other week if they’re busy. You meet at the hotel, he feeds from your wrist with no preamble then gives you a lazy smile as he leaves, always (very un)sneakily leaving behind a bag of food to eat. It’s the only indication that he doesn’t want this to be one-sided. And you assume he never brings it up because he knows it’d make you feel uncomfortable to acknowledge what he’s doing. You ignore the warm feeling it gives you when he starts to figure out what you do and don’t like, though you’re really not sure how he’s managing to do that.

Your arrangement with Yoongi changes though, you should’ve known it would, arrangements like this are always bound to at some point or another. He tells you to come to the company, something not even the others had ever dared to do. You immediately tell him no, the likelihood of crossing Joon was far too high there. And every worst possibility runs through your mind at even the mere mention of going and possibly seeing him. But Yoongi assures you that Joon was out of town because they had a long weekend. When you still express your unease, he adds that all the boys were out of town for the break, he had remained only because he wanted to work on some songs. Which is why he wants you to come to the studio, he needs a boost to help him think. 

You finally relent, agreeing to come to the studio as long as he swears that it’s deserted. He greets you at the building entrance with a gummy grin. 

“Thanks for coming.” He says as he leads you through the empty halls to his studio. 

He gestures for you to sit once you enter and you’re confused as he makes his way over to his desk. You frown, watching him sit and begin working. You thought he needed a boost. This is so different from your usual and you feel a bit of unease creep in. 

“I thought you wanted to feed?” 

Yoongi waves a hand dismissively. “I do, but in a bit.”

You make a face. “Well why didn’t you just call me then?”

He turns and gives you a quick smirk, his eyes drag up your form before he’s turning back to the computer. “Cause I’d much rather have you waiting here for when I need you.”

You swallow, looking away. That was… different than how he usually treats you. Far from the quick interactions, jokes, and sweetness you’ve come to expect. But you pull out your phone, entertaining yourself while you wait for him, ignoring the unease and slight thrill that settles in your belly. After a while, Yoongi groans in irritation and you perk up. That seems like a good sign, you can get what you came here over with and head out. Even if Yoongi said that no one was here, you still don’t want to stick around for too long just to be safe. He turns his body slightly towards you, hand held out but he doesn’t look at you, gaze remaining focused on the program on his screen. 

“Come here.”

“You could say please you know.” You quip, not moving. 

He turns to you, eyes hard and unamused, completely different from the guy who usually cracks a joke after drinking from you. You feel yourself get wet from the look alone. “I said, come here.” 

You swallow, standing and adjusting your skirt as you cross the small distance to him. He grabs your hand one you’re within reach and tugs you into his lap. You yelp as you land, knees framing his thighs. He manhandles you into the position he wants, nosing along your neck with a growl. You shudder and he wastes no time sinking his fangs into your neck. 

You gasp, hips instinctively grinding down against him. This position makes it hard to remember that Yoongi only feeds from you, but the change to your neck has pleasure hazing your thoughts. Yoongi grabs your ass, encouraging your grinding as he drinks from you and you feel him harden beneath you. You moan at the friction as his hands tighten on your hips. He pulls away finally, licking your neck clean and then his hands leave you to shove his pants down enough to get his cock out. 

You lick your lips, he’s hard and leaking as he gives his dick a few strokes, grin cocky when he sees your hungry gaze.

He flips the edge of your skirt up and hums in approval. “I like this choice.” He frowns at your underwear though before grabbing them and quickly ripping them off to toss to the side. “There. Much better.”

You pout. “I liked those.” 

He pulls you in for a messy kiss, lining himself up and sinking into you. “I’ll buy you more.” He murmurs against your lips. 

He gives a few shallow thrusts that leave you moaning and then he’s hooking his chin onto your shoulder. He doesn’t move for a moment and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s gone back to working. With his dick sheathed in your pussy. You squirm and one hand leaves the keyboard to dig into your ass. 

“Behave, babygirl.” He hisses and you clench at his tone. 

You pout, forced to stare at the headrest now. You want to squirm again, but he has yet to remove the hand holding you still. “But Yoongi.” You whine. 

His nails dig into your skin and you feel yourself leak around his cock. He seems bizarrely unphased by your soaked pussy clinging to his cock. You’d think he’s completely uninterested if not for the fact that he’s still very much hard. “If you behave, you’ll get a reward, babygirl.” He soothes. “But if you keep squirming and preventing me from working, I’m gonna have to punish you. Is that what you want?”

You shake your head slightly. You actually don’t think you’d mind the punishment. But this is already enough torture, Yoongi’s venom still potent in your veins and his cock filling you so well. You sit quietly, every so often Yoongi will shift and you have to bury your face in his neck to keep any noise from escaping. Every slight shit from him and twitch of his dick has you biting your lip. You really don’t know how he’s managed to stay hard this long when he’s focused solely on his music. It’s starting to drive you insane. You wonder if you could chance it and just ride him, distract him quick enough that he won’t even think about punishing you. But Yoongi’s control seems much stronger and you don’t think you could get away with that. At least not for long enough to cum before he stopped you. 

You can only sit still for so long though, trying your best to shift subtly and hope he doesn’t notice. You fail, if the way his hands move to grab your waist is anything to go by. He pushes his chair back just slightly and you take that to mean it’s safe to lean back. You look at him and he looks thoroughly amused. 

“Thought I said to not move?”

You pout, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and fiddling with the hair at the nap of his neck. “But I didn’t.”

He hums, but you can see that he doesn’t believe you at all. “You’re in luck cause I’m done working for the moment so I can give my babygirl all the attention she wants.”

You feel your face heat at his words. “Well maybe I don’t want it now.”

He chuckles and it sends shivers down your spine. He fingers dip between the two of you, lightly brushing your clit, your mouth drops open slightly. He lifts them back up between you both and arches an eyebrow at you as his fingers glisten with your wetness. 

“You sure about that statement babygirl?”

“That’s not fair. You got me all worked up and then just left me to sit here.” You whine, you feel slightly delirious. 

He tuts, licking his fingers clean before resting his hands on your thighs. “I said I had some work to finish. I’m done now so I’m all yours. What do you want, babygirl?” He gives your thighs a squeeze. 

You ponder that for a moment. Not that you really need to, you know exactly what you want. But the pause gives you the chance to clench your pussy and watch the twitch in Yoongi’s jaw with satisfaction that he really is just as affected as you. “I want to cum.”

“And just how do you want to do that?”

“On your cock.” When he doesn’t say anything else, just sits there looking calm and collected, you wiggle impatiently in his lap, done with being forced to wait. “Yoongi, please.”

He smirks, feet shifting and then his hands are sliding up to your hips to lift you almost all the way off his cock before dropping you back down. You bite your lip to stifle your moan. 

His lips brush your ear. “This is a recording studio babygirl, it’s soundproof. Be loud for me.”

He controls your movements for a few moments before letting you finally take over, riding him hard and fast. You briefly worry about the precariousness of fucking in a rolling chair. But that problem is solved when he stands, cock still buried inside you and sets your ass on his desk, giving him the leverage and control to fuck you even harder. Your fingers bunch in the fabric of his shirt, feeling powerless to do much else aside from holding on. 

Yoongi must have been more worked up than he was letting on because his thrusts grow rough and sloppy quickly and he groans as he cums, cock buried to the hilt in you. Your protest at the lack of your own orgasm quickly dies on your tongue, as soon as Yoongi finishes cuming, he’s pulling out and dropping to his knees between your spread thighs. He wastes no time or teasing, leaning in to lick up his own cum as it slowly starts to drip out of your pussy, dragging it up to smear around your clit and make everything even wetter. 

He cleans his cum from you, thumbs spreading your pussy wide and tongue slipping as far as it can go to get ever drop and when he’s finally satisfied, his lips wrap around your clit and his fingers fill your pussy instead. He fucks you with his fingers, tongue swirling around your clit and under his ministrations you quickly reach your own high, cumming with a cry of his name, hands burying themselves in his hair.  

You’re still shuddering with aftershocks when Yoongi unceremoniously tugs his fingers free, shoving his cock, rock hard once again, back in. You gasp, overly sensative as Yoongi starts to fuck you hard. Tears prick your eyes, pussy feeling abused but your sensitivity is quick to fade back to pleasure. His fingers find your clit, working with his thrusts to build your high back up, much faster than the first time. You’re nearly blindsided by how quickly he’s gotten you worked up again. 

“You did say that you wanted to cum on my cock right?” His grin is cocky, but the way his eyes dip down to your pussy shows just how much he’s also enjoying this. “Come on, babygirl.”

His lips brush against yours and you cum with a moan, walls spasming around Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi swears, thrusts slowing and lets you ride out your second orgasm in a slightly more tame way than the first. When your shuddering stops, he slips out of you and takes a step back. 

“On your knees for me babygirl.” 

You blink at him for a moment, panting, before obediently sliding to your knees before him. You’re glad he wanted you on your knees because you’re ot 100% sure if you could stand right now. He nods approvingly, shuffling closer. You wrap one hand around his cock, giving him a few pumps before wrapping your lips around the tip, tasting the mix of him and you. He groans, hands finding purchase in your hair. You bob your head, licking the taste of yourself off of him until only the taste of Yoongi remains. He lets you move at your own pace for a bit before his hands tighten in your hair, halting you. You glance up at him, confusion in your eyes. 

He thrusts shallowly into your mouth. “Think you can take me fucking your mouth babygirl?”

You hum, hand dropping from his cock to rest on his thigh. You’d smirk if your mouth wasn’t full. Does he really think you couldn’t take this? You raise an eyebrow in challenge. He chuckles, mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch before he’s thrusting a little deeper. He meets the back of your throat and pulls back before thrusting in and pushing further until your nose is pressed to his belly. He holds there for a moment and you swallow around him. Swearing, he pulls out and starts a tame rhythm fucking your mouth. 

As his pace picks up, spit drips from the corners of your mouth, dampening the front of your shirt. Tears collect and fall when he holds himself completely buried in your throat, completely cutting off your air supply, but certain supernatural perks allow him to hold himself buried and feel your throat constrict around him longer than if you were human. You move one hand, reaching up to tug slightly at his balls, earning you an even louder curse and a sudden thrust. 

Encouraged, you give them another tug before palming them. Yoongi’s thrusts grow more erratic the more you roll his balls and you reach a little farther to press your fingers to his perineum, which has him groaning as he spills down your throat. He slowly slides out, flopping back into his chair, breathless. You lick your lips slowly, winking at him as he watches the path your tongue traces to clean up any final traces of his cum. 

He groans, throwing his head back. “No more, please. I can’t go again right now.”

You giggle and he scoots forward, snatching a few tissues from his desk. You expect him to just hand them to you but he surprises you by gently cleaning your face for you, a soft smile on his lips. You swallow at the sudden nerves, trying to also ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Once he finishes, you stand quickly, adjusting your skirt and turning to shoot him a murderous look when you realize you’ll be leaving here with one less item of clothing. 

He smiles innocently. “Problem?”

You glare. “You better have a new pair for me soon.”

“Maybe. You’ll have to earn them.”

You huff, turning to the mirror hung on the wall to try to fix your face and hair as much as you can. There may be no one in the building, but people on the street is a totally different story. Yoongi walks you to the door, holding it open for you. He grabs your arm, halting you from leaving. You turn back to him, head tilted in confusion. It’s the first time all night that he’s looked anything other than the picture of calm. He looks nervous. 

“I’m sorry that this was kinda sprung on you. I didn’t intend for it to happen.” He rubs his neck sheepishly. “I guess I was a little more stressed than I thought.”

You laugh and pinch his cheek. He really apologizing for giving a sex demon sex? Adorable. “It’s okay. It was fun.” You wink at him then pause. “Can... I ask why now though? And not before? Just curious.”

Yoongi blushes and looks at his feet. “Ah, nerves?”

You laugh. “Nerves? About what? Being good at sex?”

He makes a face when he looks back at you. “Listen, your whole thing is sex. That’s intimidating. And I didn’t know if I’d have time for anything more than quick stops to feed. So it was easier to just start with feeding and wait until I was more comfortable.”

You pat his cheek. “Guess you got there, huh?”

He bats your hand away. “Go away. I take back everything I said. You’re a pest.”

You laugh and blow him a kiss as you start down the hallway. “We both know that was a lie. See ya Yoongi.”

Yoongi has only just sat back in his chair for a moment when there’s a knock at the door. He wants to laugh that you’ve already had to come back, probably just because you forgot something but he’s definitely going to take the opportunity to tease you about it. He stands and makes his way to the door, tugging it open with a grin and a quip about you missing his cock already on the tip of his tongue, a remark that very quickly dies before it can even leave his mouth. The smile quickly drops from his face when instead of you, he’s met with Hoseok. 

He swallows, something like dread settling in his belly. He thinks he manages a weak smile. “Oh, hey Hobi. What’s up?”

Hoseok frowns, eyes searching Yoongi’s face. Yoongi’s not sure what he’s looking for but it seems like he doesn’t find it. Instead, he pushes past Yoongi and into the studio, nose wrinkling as he does so, it probably reeks of sex. He gives Yoongi a look that’s full of accusation. 

“Why?”

Yoongi flounders, he wonders if he could claim it was someone else. Hoseok would see through that lie. How much did Hoseok hear? See? “Why what?”

“Don’t play dumb Yoongi. I saw her leaving.” He looks so hurt, like this was a personal slight against him. “You claim to be Namjoon’s best friend. And yet here you are, fucking the one person, the only person ever, that he’s told us to stay away from. Why would you do this to him?”

Yoongi feels indignation rise in him at the accusation that he’s somehow betrayed Namjoon. This is nothing like betrayal, this is just… working with the information at his disposal. “Excuse me? Whatever Namjoon’s issue with her is, is entirely his problem. If she were a serious threat, she would’ve been dealt with by someone already. You don’t get to live for centuries being a shitty person who puts our existences at risk.”

“That’s bullshit and weak and you know it. Namjoon’s problem with her is all of our problems with her. We’re together for a reason. We’re a family.”

“If that’s true then why won’t he tell us what she did, huh? Don’t you think it’s weird that he won’t say anything about it? Namjoon’s never held information from us like this before.”

Hoseok sighs. “You know he has his reasons-”

“Yeah, reasons that he won’t share!”

Hoseok blinks at Yoongi’s outburst and Yoongi looks just as surprised. He doesn’t understand why he’s getting so worked up, but something about this whole situation digs under his skin. 

“Are you seriously defending her over Namjoon?” Hoseok asks incredulously, like that’s the only conclusion to draw from his behavior. 

Yoongi’s jaw works. “I’m not defending anyone. I’m simply pointing out the flaws in this blind belief in him. We’ve been around long enough to be able to think for ourselves. We’re not children. Not by a long shot anymore.”

Hoseok shakes his head in disappointment and pulls his phone out. “I’m sorry Yoongi, but I’ve got to tell him.”

Yoongi feels panicked as he stares at Hoseok’s phone. He wasn’t sure who he was more worried for, you or himself. “Hobi, please. Don’t do that.”

Hoseok hesitates for a few moments, something unreadable crossing his face before he’s pressing Namjoon’s contact name. “I’m sorry Yoongi.” He says as he walks out. 

Nothing happens for a couple of days after that. Yoongi’s on edge the whole time. He tried to hole up in his studio but your scent lingered and it made his chest ache that he could possibly be putting you in danger. When Namjoon finally arrives back home, he calls a meeting. He doesn’t look angry and that sets Yoongi even more on edge, Namjoon’s default setting regarding you seemed to be rage, but right now he seems calm and collected. The others look confused as well, exchanging looks as they all sit around the table and wait for Namjoon to begin. The only time they have meetings in the dining room like this is when they’re having serious talks, but nobody can recall anything major that happened recently. Nothing that would warrant a dining room conversation. 

Namjoon stands at the head of the table, waiting as Hoseok finally enters, the last to arrive. He takes a seat across from Yoongi. 

“Thanks for coming home a little early from breaks. Hoseok said that we needed to have an emergency meeting.” A murmur ripples through the boys and Namjoon sits down. 

Hoseok stands and Yoongi shoots him a look, trying his best to communicate how bad of an idea this was. Praying his hardest that Hoseok doesn’t do this. Hoseok stares at the table. The others are quiet as they wait for him to speak. 

“Yes… Um… I know this will be hard to talk about…” He trails off, looking at Yoongi. Yoongi can see the indecision written across his face, he has no idea what Hoseok might say next. “I think it best benefits the group to know what your problem with that succubus is… with Y/n. Seoul is a big place, but it’s not that big for supernatural folks. We’re bound to run into her at some point. We deserve to know what to look out for so that we can protect ourselves.”

Yoongi only gets a moment to breathe a sigh of relief before the atmosphere of the room plummets. Namjoon’s face turns hard and Hoseok shrinks under his gaze. 

“You think you know better than me about what’s best for the group?”

Hoseok doesn’t reply, head ducked like a child being reprimanded so Yoongi speaks for him. It’s the least he can do after Hoseok just covered for him. “Joonie, that’s not what he’s saying at all. He’s just saying that we can be better prepared for anything if we know what we need to look out for.”

Namjoon’s gaze snaps to him but Yoongi doesn’t let him intimidate him. He’s tired of being left in the dark like this. They deserve to know. “All you need to know is that she’s dangerous and you need to stay away.”

Jin pipes up. “That doesn’t tell us anything. In what way is she dangerous? Is it a matter of her using her powers against us? Will she use other people to do her bidding? Joon, if we don’t know, we can’t stop it.”

Yoongi hadn’t expected further support but he’s incredibly grateful for it. He doesn’t think he could’ve gotten through to Namjoon alone. “We just want to help you keep us safe. But you need to keep us informed too.”

The rest voice their agreement. All eyes turn to Namjoon. He looks a little like a cornered animal, like he’s trying to calculate an escape route. His gaze darts around to each of them like if he stares at them enough, they’ll back down. When the tense atmosphere doesn’t shift, Namjoon sighs in defeat. 

“Fine. But I’m only going to give you just enough so that you see how dangerous she is. You don’t need to know everything.” Namjoon remains quiet for a long moment, gaze far off. “We knew each other when we were young. Like very young, less than 100. We had… another friend, Jaeho. He was a vampire too. We spent a lot of time together. She…” Namjoon looks like he’s about to cry and Yoongi reaches out to place his hand over Namjoon’s. Namjoon gives him a pained smile. “She drained him. Not enough to kill him, that would’ve been too kind. She drained him just enough to turn him feral. He ran to the nearest village and caused a rampage. The local werewolf clan put him down.” 

Namjoon lets out a bitter laugh. “That’s not even the worst fucking part. When I confronted her, she had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her fault. Then she ran. I hadn’t seen her since until we saw her at the cafe.”

The room is silent when Namjoon finishes his story. No one knows what to say, emotions high as everyone tries to pair this version of you with what they personally know. Yoongi swallows, squeezes Namjoon’s hand. He should be the primary focus right now, pained as he is at the relived memories.

“Thank you for telling us, Joon.”

Namjoon shrugs in indifference and pushes himself up. He looks tired. “I hope you see now why I said to stay away. She’ll cause you nothing but pain.” With that he leaves the room.

You regret being at this cafe already. The ominous text from Jin and Yoongi about wanting to meet here was enough to have you on edge. The fact that they messaged you together is further proof that you shouldn’t be here. As far as you knew, they didn’t know that the other was seeing you too. Which means that something made them talk about you. And nothing good seems like it can come from that. Just like how nothing good comes from this place. 

Your phone pings and you look down to see a text from Ari.

Ari: Someone just stopped by looking for you again? Said you were supposed to work today?

You frown. No one knew you were working tonight because you didn’t tell anyone. It was only written in the office on the calendar. And even so, you switched with Ari to have this meeting. Even more perplexing is the only people you can think of that would be looking for you there, are the ones who are going to be meeting you here very soon.

Ari: She said she’d catch you some other time. 

You’re even more confused by that. Who could possibly be looking for you right now? But your musings of your mystery person are interrupted by the seats around you being pulled out as Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi all take a seat. They all look tense and your heart feels like it’s in your throat. 

“Wow, you boys must be pretty desperate if you wanna have a go all together.” You attempt to joke but there’s no reaction. You clear your throat awkwardly. “Right, no jokes then, got it. Well, what did you call me here for if not that?”

“Why did you pull away from us like that?” Jungkook blurts. 

Jin smacks his arm. “You idiot, that’s not what we were going for.”

Jungkook glares at him. “I don’t care. I want to know.” He turns back to you, face set in determination. It makes guilt well up in you. “I want to know why. And don’t give me that you needed time shit, we all know that was a lie.”

You don’t think you can do this. You don’t know what they’ve come for, but whatever it is it’ll be painful. Your gaze darts around, looking for a way out. 

“Please…” Jungkook’s voice cracks. 

“You don’t need to answer that.” Yoongi shoots Jungkook a look when he goes to speak again. “That’s not why we came.”

You chew your lip, alarm bells ringing in your head. “Then why?”

“What happened between you and Namjoon?” 

You should’ve known this was coming. It was always bound to happen. There was no way they’d continue when being torn between you and Namjoon. They were bound to get too curious sooner or later. You give a shrug of feigned indifference. “We’ve crossed paths before. You know how it goes sometimes.”

None of them look like they buy it. “But what happened? I’ve never seen Joon act like that with anyone.” Yoongi presses.

“You can’t tell me you’ve never met someone you just didn’t like.” You can feel the panic rising. This isn’t good. 

“Yes, but not with him. He sees the best in everybody. Why are you different?” Jimin this time.

You shrug helplessly. “Must’ve caught him on a bad day then.”

“What happened when you were young?” Jin says, then freezes as his own words register.

You stare at him with wide eyes. How did he know when you knew Namjoon? You glance at the others and they’re all giving Jin a dirty look. They knew. They all knew. Namjoon must’ve finally broken down and told them what happened. You blink away tears that are suddenly threatening to spill. You don’t even know why they bothered to want to meet you then. To tell you in person how terrible you are? How they want nothing to do with you and wish they’d listened to Namjoon in the first place? You feel like you're going to be sick. 

You stand abruptly, your chair scraps against the concrete but you don’t hear it. You can’t hear anything over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. The boys all look concerned. And you can’t stand the thought of seeing their faces morphed with hate the way Namjoon’s was. The way it still is.  

You do what you do best, you run. 

Your days are rough after that, time blurs together as you try your hardest to keep it together. You hate how much the boys had managed to put themselves into your life, even after you tried to keep them at arm’s length. They slipped in and filled every little crack and crevice and you hadn’t even realized until it was too late. They were too rooted in your life to easily rip out. You hate how lonely you feel without one of them around. You get texts from them every so often. They take turns texting you; they all sit unread. You can’t even imagine what terrible things they might be saying. 

Ari has noticed the difference too. You’re at the club more than you used to be, even before you met the boys. But as much as you try to throw yourself into the club atmosphere, the people here just do nothing for you anymore. It’s a poor replacement for Jungkook’s adorable smile, Jin’s laugh, the way Jimin clung to whoever was closest, Yoongi’s quiet way of caring. You sometimes wonder how Yoongi would’ve fit in with the other 3 if they’d all known about each other before. Before you pushed them away. Before Namjoon told them and ruined whatever idea they had of you. It makes your heart ache.

You know you can’t blame him. But after all these years, it still hurts. You’re really not sure what to do. Your apartment is half packed, not that you usually travel with that much anyway. You seriously think moving will be best, but you just can’t force yourself to do it yet. You know Ari is fully capable of running this place though, if you were to go. And you’ve got the money to be able to stop back in when she needs it. Ari’s been dating a siren, she’ll have capable help around after you leave. And you can easily work remotely.

You stare at the wall of your office. You can feel the beat from the main part of the club. The joy it used to bring you feels like acid in your chest. You wish the night would hurry up so you could go home and curl up in Jungkook’s sweater. It doesn’t smell like him anymore but the small amount of comfort it brings is still there. You wish you could tell him that you understand why he wore it on long trips. 

You zone out until your closing bartender knocks at the door. You blink at him, a little startled that you don’t hear music anymore. You didn’t realize how much time had passed. He gives you a small smile and holds the cash drawer out to you. 

“Everything’s all cleaned up. You just gotta do the drawer.” 

You smile as you take it from him. “Thanks, D. You’re free to clock out and head home now.”

He thanks you and leaves. You set about finishing everything up, shutting the lights off and heading for the exit. You’re locking the door when you feel someone else in the small back lot with you. You’d assume it was Namjoon again, the scenario almost identical. Except when you focus a little more, you realize it’s not a vampire with you but a werewolf. 

Worse, you know this wolf. You whip around, keys clutched tightly in your hand as you search the shadows for her, heart beating wildly. This can’t be happening. Not now, not again. She doesn’t remain hidden for long, stepping out into the small pool of illumination from the sole light source in the alley lot. 

“Y/n. I finally caught you.” Her grin is malicious.

You swallow. “Taria.” You don’t know what else to say. You don’t know why she was here. You thought you were done with her after everything that happened. 

She pouts mockingly. “Aw, is that all you’ve got to say to me? We have so much to catch up on don’t you think?” She takes a step towards you and your back slams against the building as you try to keep as much distance between you, trapped. Fear claws at your throat, looks like Namjoon might not have to worry about you for too long. “Like how the fuck you’re still alive.”

Your mind races, dozens of half ideas forming before you discard them. There’s no way you can take her in a fight, you’re strong but werewolves far outpower you and you haven’t fed recently. Your gaze drops to her hands, covered in gloves and tucked into the sleeves of the turtleneck she wears. Fuck, how did she know to cover her skin. You can’t do anything helpful if you can’t touch her skin. 

She seems to be reading your assessment, adjusting the glove with a gleeful smirk. “Ah, yes. I know your little tricks, you whore. I’ve had lots of time to plan this out.” She starts walking slowly towards you. “You have no idea how thrilled I was when I heard your name again while visiting a friend here.”

Your gaze darts around the lot, empty and far too late for anyone to happen to pass by right now. You side step, trying to keep some distance between the two of you. She’s effectively trapped you here. She laughs.

“I should’ve finished you off to begin with. Who knew that little fucking vampire would be weak enough to just let you go.” She scoffs in disgust. “But it’s okay. I’m gonna have some fun now.”

You try to come up with a plan. There has to be something you can do. Something you can do to get out of here. Shaking your head, you push the memories of the past away. You can’t afford to think about them and the emotions that threaten to overwhelm you right now; you just need to get out of here. You know you can’t outrun her either. 

You’re going to have to fight her, at least a little bit. Enough to either incapacitate her or to get a way to touch her and knock her out. You should’ve taken more self defense classes. You know enough that while you can’t overpower her, you are definitely more agile than her and that will be your biggest strength here if you want to make it out of this. Sudden panic of what she might do to Namjoon for letting you go, for not taking care of her problem like she clearly planned for has you more worried for him than for you. You have to make it out of this. You have to lead her away from the city. If she’s too busy chasing you, then she’ll leave him alone. He’ll be safe.

With the vaguest plan possible, you tuck your keys away, shaking your hands out to prepare for her to make the first move. 

She wastes no time, lunging at you and you quickly duck under her arm, using her own momentum to push her face first into the wall you were just standing against. There’s a crunch. You dart a few steps away as she lets out a furious roar. She turns, eyes wild and glowing and blood dripping from her already healed nose. She comes for you again, this time low and you have no hope for dodging as her shoulder slams into your gut, knocking the breath from you as she forces you to the ground.

She rises to her knees above your prone form, fist connecting solidly to your jaw. You squirm beneath her, adrenaline pumping as you scramble for anything that might help as she lands another punch. Your hand finally finds a large chunk of loose concert, ripping it completely free even as the jagged edges tear at the skin of your fingers. You lift it, slamming it to the side of her head with all the supernatural strength you can possibly manage. 

She slumps off of you and you don’t even wait for her to fully fall before you’re flipping over and pushing yourself up to run. 

You make it two steps before your hair is grabbed and you’re pulled back against her once again. “Aw, you couldn’t possibly have thought it’d be that easy?”

Her other hand reaches up to wrap around your throat and you claw uselessly at her hand as she begins to constrict your breathing. You pull at her shirt, black ringing your vision when you get an idea. You tug frantically at the sleeve, trying to remain coordinated enough to pull her sleeve from her glove and expose the skin of her forearm. 

She seems to realize your plan because as soon as the sleeze is tugged free, she throws you to the ground, sending you sliding a few feet away from her. You gasp, trying to regain your breath as you shakily push yourself back to your feet. Your arm and thigh burn where the rough ground scrapped against you. You feel blood trickling down, leaving your side wet and sticky. Your throat feels raw and you can already tell there’s bruises there ringing it. Your cheek feels swollen and there’s something dripping down your cheek and you can’t tell if it’s blood from your skin splitting or tears. 

You can’t keep up for too long. Your body is already beginning to use your energy to heal and if you let it get too far then you’ll have no hope of getting away. Taria casually fixes her sleeve, the perfect picture of nonplussed aside from the blood that trickles from her nose and temple. She looks at you with disdain. 

You have no choice but move to the offensive. You have to try to do something to get the upper hand, to give you a chance to get away. You rush her. You have no idea what you hope to accomplish with this, but you’re getting desperate and out of ideas. She pushes you away easily, like swatting at a bug, and sends you sprawling onto your back once again. She steps up to you, giving you a good kick to the ribs before she leans over you. She reaches out to choke you again and you’re too tired to do more than feebly grab at her arms. 

You cough and gag, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. You may as well give up. Your energy is basically at its end and she still looks completely unphased. You can’t do anything. Your vision is narrowing and you belatedly realize there is maybe one last thing you could do. Something that might save you, something that she forgot to cover. You steady yourself, gathering all of the power you can in you and quickly reach up to touch her face. She doesn’t seem to realize what’s happening right away but the second she does, it’s already too late. You release all your energy in one big burst and Taria instantly loses consciousness, collapsing on top of you.

You roll your shoulders, staring at the kettle of boiling water in front of you tiredly. While you’d never openly admit it, your encounter with Namjoon a few weeks ago still has you slightly rattled. You know just how long Namjoon has had to let this hatred fester and that that night was a culmination of repressed feelings finally getting an outlet and your sudden proximity to him after all this time. And you’re a little nervous of what another private encounter with him may bring. You’re honestly not sure which way it would go next time. 

You’ve been battling with yourself whether it’s still worth meeting up with Jin and Jungkook. They’re getting incredibly close and comfortable with you and that level of familiarity after all this time alone has you wanting to pack your bags and move away. It’s been so long and they so easily accepted you, without any regard for your past when they have all the reason to believe you to be the worst. Ari is the closest person to you, she’s the closest you’ve let anyone get to you in a long while and yet you still keep her at arms length. She never asks or pries about your past, but you know she’s curious. 

You’re glad that the boys have been so busy that they haven’t had as much time to come over because you’re certain if they had the time that they’d be over constantly.  You shake that line of thought off, this is meant to be your night to relax, and grab the kettle when it’s ready, pouring it into your waiting mug, then lean back against the counter while you wait for your tea to steep. You wonder what the boys are up to, you haven’t heard from them in a couple days aside from one of them dropping by the club when you weren’t there. Ari told you the next day that someone had stopped by looking for you. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone pounding on your door and you have to bite back the laughter of you apparently summoning them by thought when you hear Jungkook’s voice calling for you to open the door. Speak of the devil indeed.

You chew your lip, debating if you want to even answer the door or if you’re just going to pretend you’re not home, tonight was supposed to be about you after all. However, before you can come to any sort of decision, you hear a beep and then your door is being flung open.

“Noona, you really can’t pretend you’re not home when we can literally hear your heartbeat.” Jungkook laughs as he rounds the corner into the kitchen, wide grin stretching his lips. 

You huff and roll your eyes, turning to your tea and irritatedly stirring the tea bag around. “How did you even get in?”

Jin rounds the corner next, looking smug and holds a finger up. “I programmed my fingerprint last time I was here.”

You give him a flat look, you should’ve known he didn’t drop something at the door. “That sounds like a massive invasion of privacy.”

He shrugs, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your head and you struggle to keep the smile off your face. You refuse to acknowledge the fondness you feel at the gesture. “Yeah, well. It was so I could surprise you sometime, but it was more important to use it now. Besides, like Kook said, I can hear your heartbeat and that’s just as much an invasion of privacy to know when you’re home.”

You snort and shove him away with a laugh. You’re about to respond when movement in the doorway catches your attention and you lean around Jin to see someone else standing there, fidgeting nervously. Jungkook moves beside the other man, holding his hands up in an attempt to keep you calm as he sees the panic in your eyes. 

“It’s okay, noona! Jiminie came with us. He knows, it’s cool.” He bats his eyes at you, trying to look innocent and you’re more angry that it works than the fact that they brought a stranger to your home. 

Jimin gulps, but gives a small, tentative wave. “I’ve um… been friends with incubus for a while. Namjoon-hyung I don’t think knows about it. They don’t have much opportunity to interact often and when they do, it’s in places with so many people that there’s really no way to pick up what someone else may be unless you’re looking for it. So I knew that there were other reasons for what he said. And Jungkook hasn’t been drinking as much from bags so I knew something was up and asked him about it.” He pauses and bites his lip. “Uh, if my being here makes you uncomfortable, I can leave. Jungkook said it was fine if I came with to watch movies.”

Jungkook smiles sheepishly at you after the blame is put on him. He turns to Jimin, shooing him towards the living room and ushering Jin with him. “Why don’t you both go find a movie to watch while I talk to noona.” The two leave and Jungkook waits until you hear their soft voices coming from the living room before stepping closer and lowering his voice so the others can’t overhear. “Okay, please don’t be mad. But Jiminie has been really stressed and stuck in his head lately and I was hoping you could work some of your magic to relax him.” He gives you a hopeful, if sheepish, smile, like he already can hear the reprimand from you.

You raise an eyebrow, giving him the most unimpressed look you can. You decide to humor him for a moment. “And what, exactly, do you think this so called “magic” is that I can do to make him relax?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink and he glances away under your scrutiny. Oh if they others weren’t in the other room right now, you’d ruin that shy face. “Uh, well I mean, he really likes cuddling. So you could just do that. But I’m sure he could use some extra fun and praise.” 

You smirk, stepping closer and letting your hand run lightly up his arm, you just can’t resist teasing him when he’s being so shy around you like this. “Oh? Extra fun? Did you have something in mind for some fun for me and Jimin to have, baby?”

Jungkook flushes darker, shifting slightly as his bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Noona… stop.” He whines. “Tonight is meant to be for Jiminie.”

You hum thoughtfully, running your fingers through his hair with affection before you boop his nose, turning from him. “I suppose we’ll see then.” You say over your shoulder as you grab your tea and leave the room. 

You enter your living room to see Jin sprawled across your love seat already, taking up the space so that you’ll be forced to sit closer to Jimin. You realize the two fuckers planned this together. He’s idly scrolling through movie choices on the screen, the perfect picture of relaxation and comfort with his surroundings. Jimin in contrast sits stiffly on the couch, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. You feel a little bad, sure that his discomfort is in part your fault and your less than warm welcome to him. 

You still feel a little iffy on Jungkook’s plan and if Jin had his hands in on it too, then you’re inclined to be even more leery of it, but you’re willing to at least get to know Jimin more and see where the evening goes. It’s not like you can do much else with them here now. The thought to just kick them out never even crosses your mind. 

You sit yourself down next to him, setting your mug on the coffee table and noting the way he tries to subtly shift further away from you, though he’s blocked by the arm of the couch from moving too far. You notice Jin’s smug smile as he continues to look for a movie and you take the opportunity to throw one of the pillows behind you at him. He flails as it hits him, nearly sliding off his seat in his attempt to get the pillow off his face. He glares at you and you beam back.

“There’s too many pillows over here. You’ve got plenty of room over there.” You say matter-of-factly, like you were just being logical about the seating and space.

“You’re taking too long to pick a movie. Just put something on already.” Jungkook adds as he finally takes his place on your other side.

He gets himself comfortable before he’s manhandling you around so you’re resting back against his chest, effectively forcing you to face Jimin on the other end of the couch. You want to tease Jungkook about the manhandling, but his hum of content and movement from Jimin stops you. Jimin seems to curl into himself under your gaze, pulling his legs up onto the couch and wrapping his arms around them, making himself as small and out of the way as possible. 

Jin finally selects a movie, one that Jungkook loudly protests watching and the two bicker in low voices as the opening credits start. You choose not to intervene, it’s what they deserve for stealing away your peaceful evening and with Jimin here, the boundaries are new and unclear and so you have no other way to interrupt the two. Even if you did, which you probably do, you’re feeling a little petty. Jimin watches the screen quietly, adding nothing to the fight, but you see the small, fond smile that tugs at his lips as they continue to argue. 

As the movie progresses, Jimin begins to relax more and by the time the credits begin, he’s slumped back against the couch, hands folded loosely in his lap. Jin starts to look for another movie for you all to watch. While Jungkook starts to argue that it’s his turn to pick, you realize this is the best time to check how Jimin’s doing and if he’s growing comfortable enough and open to more. You stretch a leg out to gently nudge Jimin’s thigh with your foot. He glances at it before turning his attention back to the screen where Jin is cycling quickly through options and laughing as Jungkook whines about not being able to read the options because Jin is scrolling too quickly. 

You huff, of course he would be stubborn, he’s friends with the two arguing idiots in the room. You really shouldn’t be surprised. You reach out to nudge him again and he finally turns his attention to you, plush lips pulled down in a frown. He tilts his head questioningly and you shift slightly, holding your arm out in invitation for him to join you and Jungkook. His brows crease in confusion as his eyes trace along your open arms before coming back to rest on your face. You can see the longing in his eyes and so you wiggle your fingers enticingly, did he not realize that you were trying to keep from drawing the others attention? He glances at the other two men who are still busy arguing about what to watch next and are paying the two of you no mind. 

Finally he shifts, slowly squirming his way between you and the back of the couch until he can rest his head on your chest. You feel his small exhale of content and you hide your smile as you let your arms drape around him, letting your fingers thread through his hair. You idly scratch at his scalp and Jimin practically melts against you. 

You beltatedly realize how quiet the room’s gotten and you look up to be met with Jin’s smug but pleased grin and you’re sure if you looked behind you that Jungkook has a similar expression. You choose to ignore them, not wanting to disturb Jimin who seems to finally be relaxing and instead turn your focus to the screen where the next movie has started. 

You get 10 minutes into the movie before Jimin distracts you. His arm wraps around your middle and a pleased hum rumbles in his chest where it’s pressed against your side. Jungkook wasn’t kidding about him liking cuddles apparently. You have to admit, he’s a pretty great cuddle partner too. You continue to run your fingers through his hair and he shifts to bury his face in your chest. You wonder how much of the movie he’s even been paying attention to. You were fairly certain that he had fallen asleep, but a few minutes later, you catch a whine bubble out of him as he suddenly shifts his hips away from your thigh. 

“Hey, Kook. I’m hungry. Let’s go pick up some food for everyone.” Jin says suddenly, startling both you and Jimin, who lifts his head to blink at the elder like he just remembered that there are other people in the room. 

Jungkook nods enthusiastically, jostling you slightly as he slips out from behind you. “Yeah, let’s go. We’ll bring stuff back for you guys!” He calls out quickly as they both leave.

The slam of the door plunges your apartment into a charged silence, broken only by the steady noise coming from the movie on the TV. When the elevator takes Jin and Jungkook too far down for you to hear their conversation anymore, you turn your focus back to Jimin who has tensed back up. You give him a moment to see if he’ll relax again now that the others are gone but when his shoulders remain stiff, you decide to do something to help. 

Focusing a little, you push out a small wave of calmness. It’s been a while since you used this specific emotion on someone. The room feels warmer, the atmosphere growing cozy as your power diffuses into the air. Jimin melts against you once again, shoulders quickly losing their tension.

“I know what you’re doing. Taemin does the same thing when I’m stressed.” He murmurs, lifting his head to glare at you. His lips push out in a pout, fully ruining his attempt to look any sort of disgruntled and you have to fight the urge to pinch his cheek and call him cute.

You bat your eyes at him sweetly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grin, scratching at his scalp.

His eyes flutter and he hums in delight, head dropping back to lay on your chest. “It’s not nice to lie, you know.” 

You give his hair a playful tug, surprisingly earning you an airy gasp. Jimin stills and before he can tense back up, you let your hand slid down to the back of his neck, giving him a comforting squeeze. 

“You seem tense, Jiminie. Why don’t you let me give you a massage.” You coo, fingers already moving to dig into the muscle of his shoulders.

He shakes his head. “N-no. I’m okay. You don’t have to.”

“It’s not nice to lie, you know.” You mimic with a smirk. “I don’t mind sweetheart. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.”

He lifts his head again to squint at you, eyes alight with suspicion. “Why would you want to?”

You raise an eyebrow, letting your hand drift down so you can squeeze at his bicep. “Are you kidding me? Do you think I’d really miss the chance to get my hands all over this?”

He flushes, gaze immediately darting away. “I… Uh, I mean… I guess if you want? I’m used to this around concerts from the members…”

“Then it sounds like you really deserve a treat from all those men doing it.” 

Jimin flushes further, jerking to sit up so he can shake his hands in the negative. “No! No no, that’s not what I meant!” He runs his hand through his hair, sitting back on his heels. He looks completely flustered. He stutters a few times trying to come up with something before he trails off, at a loss for words. 

You sit up with him, sliding around so you sit behind him. “You deserve to relax Jiminie. You work so hard.” You let a little more calm out, gently tugging Jimin’s shirt up and off, letting it drop to the floor. You nudge him a little, encouraging him to lay down on his stomach. He goes fairly willingly, but you can see the resistance still sitting in the set of his shoulders. You trail your hands lightly up his back as you settle yourself on his thighs. “You deserve to be taken care of too sweetheart.” You coo in a low voice.

Jimin seems to cede to your wishes, making no further protests to the turn of events. You work methodically through the knots in his back, listening to his little sighs and groans and adjusting your pressure to the nonverbal cues you gather from him. You work slowly, reveling in the way he turns to absolute putty under your hands. You wonder how long it’s been since he’s really given himself the chance to fully relax, especially at the hands of someone else. 

You get to his lower back, thumbs firm on either side of his spine when you notice it. The way his hips have begun to shift against the couch, the subtle change in the pitch of his sighs, the way his thighs squirm beneath you. The cloying feeling of arousal brushes against your skin and you swallow thickly at the potent smell. You slide your hands back up, just to draw them back down, letting your nails lightly scratch at his back. He shudders and you bring your hands to rest lightly on the swell of his ass. 

“Feeling better, sweetheart?” Jimin squirms slightly, but nods nonetheless. You grin. “Do you need anything else, sweetheart? I’m here to help.”

Jimin remains silent and so you begin to slowly knead his ass. Your fingers dig in and he lets out a moan. Moving back up, your fingertips dance along his spine and he whines. 

“Hmm? Something wrong, sweetheart? If you need something, speak up.” 

“I-” He buries his face in the couch. You let him take his time, hands rubbing soothingly along his back, occasionally dipping to his ass. Eventually he mumbles something into the cushions that you don’t quite catch, but you know enough to know what he’s asking for. 

“A little louder please, baby. I didn’t catch that.”

He groans clearly embarrassed at having to voice his wants, but lifts his head dutifully, studiously staring down at the couch. “Can I eat you out?” He mutters.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, you certainly hadn’t expected that to be his request. “Are you sure sweetheart? That’s what you want?”

He nods and you can see his ears turning red. You slide off of him, pressing against his side and tilting his face so he’s forced to look at you. His gaze darts around nervously, like he’s waiting for you to say no to his request. He looks two seconds away from taking it back so you press a gentle kiss to his lips. You wait for him to relax enough for you to maneuver you both around so that you can slip underneath him. You kiss languidly, his lips soft and full and you could spend the rest of the night beneath him just doing this and feel satisfied. When you think about his request and where that means his lips will go, you gently tug him away. Who are you to deny him what he wants?

“Go on sweetheart. Do what you want.”

He blinks at you for a moment, words processing slowly before his eyes light up with excitement and he moves quickly backwards. He tugs your shorts and underwear off so fast that you worry for a moment about them ripping, but Jimin parting your legs once they’re free of the fabric sufficiently distracts from all worries about your clothing. He curses under his breath as he stares almost ravenously at your newly exposed cunt. He licks his lips and before you can make a comment about his staring, he pushes your shirt up and presses a kiss to your belly, earning a startled gasp from you. His mouth traces a leisurely path down your stomach, nipping at one hip then the other. He leaves a trail of kisses down one thigh, reaching your knee before switching to the other leg. The methodic way he moves his lips and tongue across your skin leaves you feeling warm all over, pleasure simmering just below the surface wherever he touches.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he dips down to press a wet kiss your clit, earning a moan from you. His tongue darts out, circling your clit. He groans at your taste, tongue slipping further down to lap at your hole to get more of your taste. He traces random patterns between the two points, lingering just enough at one spot for your toes to begin to curl before moving onto a different spot. 

You moan, tangling your fingers in his hair and attempting to direct him where you want him, but it seems that at the moment he’s unwilling to listen, losing himself in eating you out. You bite back a whine when he stubbornly doesn’t move, his tongue gradually driving you crazy with need. Jungkook’s comments from earlier come back and you know the perfect way to get him to listen.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing such a good job. You’re so good.” You shower him with praise, his actions picking up the more you encourage him. He eventually shifts lower again, focusing on circling your hole, occasionally dipping the tip of his tongue in. 

You let him have his fun for a moment longer before finally growing tired of his teasing. “Sweetheart, be a good boy for me and don’t tease.” 

He glances up at you with hazy eyes before they slide closed and his tongue finally pushes into you. You let out a drawn out curse when his tongue reaches much deeper than you expect it to. You’re suddenly very glad that you didn’t press the issue of Jimin’s request to eat you out. 

You gasp and squirm as he begins to thrust his tongue into you, the length allowing him to drag against your g spot everytime he pulls his tongue out. As you squirm more, his fingers dig into your thighs tight enough to bruise to keep your legs still. He fucks you with his tongue and for all that you’re a succubus and meant to be in charge here right now, you feel almost powerless under the expert way his tongue twists and presses against all the right spots. 

“God, Jimin… Baby, you’re doing such- such a good job.” You moan, tugging at his hair. 

He makes a happy noise against you, shifting against the couch. His tongue slips out and his plush lips wrap around your clit again as one hand abandons your thigh in favor of slipping two fingers into you. A few pumps of his fingers coupled with his mouth working your clit, you cum with a cry, thighs clamping around his head and keeping him in place as you ride out your orgasm. His movements slow, fingers slipping gently out as you come down, carefully prying your legs apart to keep you from smothering him. 

It takes you a moment to regain your breath and notice the way his slick lips are brushing against the inside of your thigh and once you notice, you can feel the hot puffs of air against your sensitive skin and you can feel the hunger in the air.

He gulps, tongue darting out to lick his lips, brushing against your skin in the process. “Y-y/n?” He murmurs, hesitant.

You can already guess at what exactly it is that he wants to ask. But rather than answer you decide to tease him a little. “Yes, sweetheart?”

He glances at you before flushing and glancing away. You really want to squish his cheeks and call him cute, no one should look that shy and adorable with a tongue like that and his chin still shiny. He fidgets under your gaze. 

“Jiminie, I can’t help if you don’t tell me what you want.”

He takes a deep breath, staring at some point just past your thigh, temptingly laid out before him like a buffet. “Um.. Can I…” He rubs gently at the spot where your blood pumps closest to the surface. “Can I feed?”

You brush your fingers gently through his hair. “Of course, sweetheart.”

His eyes light up and his lips brush reverently across the skin of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You shudder, you’d be lying if you said you this wasn’t one of your favorite parts of sleeping with a vampire. Maybe you should look into that later. His tongue dips out, tracing your artery and you’d laugh at how his process mimics wine tasters if it was so incredibly eroctic to watch him be so delicate and tender about this. Like you’ve given him some grand gift and he has to take his time with it. He peppers kisses across the bruises he left and you suddenly feel tears sting your eyes at the gentle way he’s handling you. 

Finally, you feel his fangs graze your skin, just for a brief moment. Then they’re pressing in with a momentary sharp pain that’s quickly replaced with that familiar euphoric feeling. You moan as Jimin takes slow, greedy gulps, savoring each drop of your blood that slides down his throat. You’d squirm at the way your body tingles, pussy dripping a fresh wave of slick but Jimin has you pinned down with no effort at all on his part and that just makes it even hotter. 

He pulls away and you feel dizzy with need. He laps at the last few drops that well from the puncture marks before they seal themselves. He licks his lips clean, eyes closed in bliss. 

“Sweetheart.” He looks up at you with hooded eyes and you smirk. “Fuck me.”

He lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a whine and is quickly moving up your body, shoving his pants down just enough to get his cock out. You giggle at his eagerness to hide how just the sight of his cock is enough to make you want to pin him down and ride him until he cries. Your giggle earns you a pout and sad eyes from Jimin. You coo, cupping his face.

“It’s okay sweetheart.” You sooth, drawing him close to press a kiss to his lips and he tastes of an intoxicating mix of your blood and cum. “I’m glad you’re so eager. You’re such a good boy.”

His chest puffs out with pride as he quickly returns to the task of lining himself up, his tip prods at your hole but he pauses, glancing back to you. You wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass to get him moving. He gets the message quickly, thrusting all the way in, head dropping to rest against your shoulder. He pauses for a moment and you wonder if it’s for your benefit or his. 

You give him a small reprieve before you squirm slightly and Jimin pushes himself upright and pulls back, cock sliding almost all the way out before he’s thrusting back in. He sets a fast pace and you can tell he’s been keeping his stress pent up from the way his fingers flex on your hips, the way he stares down at where he’s disappearing inside you. 

You run a hand lightly across his forearm. “Go on sweetheart, take what you need. You know I can take it.”

He gulps, glances down then back up to you. “Are you… sure?”

You smirk, tongue running across your bottom lip. “Jimin, I’m over 600 years old and literally a sex demon. Trust me,” you pause and squeeze his arm. “I can take whatever you’ve got and more.”

He chews on his lip for a moment, you can see the battle happening in his mind. You want to roll your eyes, but instead you push out just a little extra dose of lust into the room and Jimin’s reaction is instant. His hips jerk forward and he moans. His fingers tighten brusingly on your hips as he quickly speeds up his thrusts. His head drops back, eyes closed in pleasure. 

“There you go, sweetheart. That’s it, let go.” You gasp out as his thrusts grow rougher, hand sliding down your belly to rub at your clit.

“I-” He groans and shudders. “Gonna… Can I cum?” He whines, jaw tense.

“Aw, sweetheart, look at you being so good and asking.” Jimin nods frantically, nails biting into your skin. You’d draw this out more, but with the feeding and his rough thrusts, you’re about to cum again. And Jimin’s been so well behaved that you decide that he deserves a treat. “Of course. You’ve been so good for me. Cum for me sweetheart.”

Jimin throws one of your legs over his shoulder, leans down so it presses to your chest and murmurs a quiet ‘thank you’ before he captures your lips in a messy kiss. You moan into his mouth, fingers speeding up as you feel yourself getting close. 

Jimin whines, feeling you beginning to tighten around him and his murmured ‘please cum’ pushes you over the edge, pussy spasming around his cock. He gets a few more thrusts in before he’s gasping into your mouth as his entire body shudders. You feel him pulse within you, filling you up. 

He collapses on top of you, letting your leg slide off his shoulder. He pants against the skin of your chest and you let your fingers run gently through his hair as you murmur about what a good job he did. 

His softening cock slips out of you and he readjusts so he’s cuddled up to you more comfortably, head still on your chest. You both remain mostly quiet, enjoying the peacefulness that has suffused the apartment and you don’t realize how much time has passed until you hear Jin and Jungkook coming back down the hallway. Jimin seems to have either not noticed or doesn’t care to notice, although you’re fairly certain that he’s actually asleep now. 

So you tug the blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over the two of you moments before the door opens and the two enter, bickering once again about something. You hear Jin go into the kitchen and Jungkook rounds the corner, looking down at you and a sleeping Jimin with a fond, happy smile. 

“I knew you could help noona!” He cheers, leaning over the back to press a kiss to your lips. 

You shove his head away with a chuckle, careful not to jostle Jimin too much. “If you wake Jimin up, you will be punished and I will make sure that you are personally responsible for helping him fall back asleep.” 

You level him a look and he stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks flushed. “What was that?” He calls, glancing over his shoulder. “I think I heard Jin calling. So I should probably go check on that. Do you need anything? No? Okay bye!” He calls, quickly retreating to the kitchen.

Jimin huffs against you. “I wish he was that scared of me.”

You hum, adjusting the blanket around you both, enjoying the warmth. “I’ll teach you sometime.”

You stare at your laundry basket, the clothes inside it taunting you. You’ve washed your clothes more times than you could possibly count. You’ve never been surprised, even when technology made the whole process easier. Puzzled or confused sure, understandable when things changed. But you adapt, you always do. But you’ve never been surprised, at least until now. When your laundry basket sits here half full of clothes that are definitely not yours. You tug them out, sorting the entire basket into yours and not yours. There’s actually more here that aren’t yours. 

You feel a little beside yourself as you start looking through the clothes, noting the large, plain white and black tshirts and massively oversized sweaters ranging from black to pastel. Pieces of clothing that are actually very familiar to you now that you’re looking closely at them. Familiar because you remember taking them off of their owners. But that doesn’t explain why they’re still here. Why didn’t they take their clothes with them?

You sit heavily on your bed, one of Jungkook’s shirts still clutched in your hands, mind racing. You never had people over to your house, especially not often enough to be able to have their own clothes here. Jungkook had been an anomaly. Something about him made you not even think before you brought him back here. Maybe that had been a mistake. You went to other people's houses or to a hotel. Your apartment was your safe space. It feels so bizarrely domestic, having others in your space so casually. Something you haven’t really experienced in this capacity since-

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. Nothing good will come from thinking about that now. It’s in the past and it’ll stay there. It’s stayed there for this long and you don’t need to think about it anymore. You were fine. You look back to the shirt, a fond smile coming unbidden to your lips. This was actually one of his favorites, he claimed that it was the coziest and he liked wearing it to the airport because it helped with long flights. You told him how you doubted it was that comfortable and he proved you very wrong when he immediately stripped it off to put on you instead. After, he’d fucked you while you wore it and only it. It might be your favorite now too, just for a very different reason than his. 

You still doubt the validity of his statement about it being the coziest, you have much softer sweaters sitting in your closest. At least that’s the reason you give as you glance around your empty room before slipping your tank top off and putting his sweater on. It’s merely to test how it feels without the distraction of Jungkook. The sweater still smells faintly of him, and maybe a little of sex, but it’s mostly him and it makes you feel warm and safe. Happy in a way you choose not to look too deeply at. 

You grab your phone off your dresser, taking a picture of the pile of clothes sat on your bed and send it to the newest group chat with the boys, Jimin now added. 

You: *1 image attachment*

You: Do I look like your maid?

A glance at the time tells you that they’re in practice right now and so you set your phone down and go back to laundry, sorting your clothes, and only your clothes, that need to be washed. You get the first load going, stopping by the kitchen on the way back to grab yourself a glass of wine. You take a long sip when you return, picking up your phone to see you have a few texts waiting for you.

Kookie: NO! that’s not why we left them :(

Jin: what he means is

Jin: we were going to wash them sometime when we were over

Jin: but I can see that you found a much better use for them 😏😏

Kookie: what are you talking about???

Minie: You mean you don’t see it?

Kookie: see what?? what am I missing?? 

Kookie: guys?

Kookie: I can SEE you guys reading these and laughing!

Kookie: tell me!

Minie: say please baby boy 😘

Kookie: only noona can call me that!

Kookie: please 🥺

Jin: look in the mirror

The chat stops there, but you are also confused by what they’re talking about. You scroll back up to look at your picture, looking in the mirror like Jin said to. Embarrassment warms your face as you realize that you’re completely visible in the image, wearing nothing but Jungkook’s sweater.  

You drop your phone to the bed, covering your face in embarrassment even though no one is around to see you. They’ll never let you live this down. Your phone buzzes, startling you and you stare at it as it continues to buzz, meaning you’re getting a call, not a text. You hesitantly pick it up, looking to see that you’re getting a Facetime call from Jungkook. You contemplate not answering, but you know he’ll just keep calling until you pick up, despite the fact that he has practice. 

You sit on your bed, taking a deep breath and chugging the rest of your wine before swiping to answer the call. After a moment your screen is filled with not just Jungkook, but Jimin and Jin’s faces squished into frame as well. You immediately laugh at the way they continually try to push each other out of frame, seeming to have not noticed that you answered yet. 

“So did you call just to make me laugh?”

All three freeze, glancing at Jungkook’s phone to see your amused smile staring back at them. Jin grins back. 

“Did you need a laugh? Cause if so I’ve got a joke-” Jin’s cut off by Jungkook slapping a hand over his mouth.

“This is my call.” He pouts. “No one wants to hear that. Go away.” His attention turns back to you and you see the way his eyes drop like he’s trying to see more of you and if he just moves the right way he can. Well you assume he wants to more so see more of what you’re wearing, not necessarily you at the moment. “You look good noona.” He murmurs with a small pleased smile. 

You huff. Who knew he could be so possessive of someone who wasn’t his to have? “I only have this on because I need to do laundry and have nothing else to wear.”

Jimin perks up then, eyes screaming mischief as he smiles oh so sweetly. It sets you on edge. “I’ve seen your closet and I know that’s not true.”

You pause. You had no idea when he had seen your closet. He’s only been in your bedroom once and there wasn’t exactly time for him to peruse your closet enough to know you’re lying and that you’ve got more than enough of your own clothes to wear. 

You scoff. “When have you ever been in my closet?” All three smirk at you. “What?”

“You’re awfully defensive about this.” Jin comments casually and you tense up. 

You glare at them. “You know what,” you grin evilly, if they’re going to be this way then fine. Two can play that game. “I actually have someone here, so I’ve got to go. Bye.” You coo, hanging up on them before they can get another word in. 

Your phone immediately starts ringing again, but you drop it to your bed with a sigh. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror across from you and your eyes drag over your frame, at Jungkook’s sweater and the way hangs from you. It’s warm, but not the warmth you crave, his scent still clings to the fabric and you’d rather bury your nose in his neck where it’s most potent. You’d rather have one of them here.

You blink, sitting up straight as panic seizes your heart. It’s been centuries since you’ve actually wanted a specific person around you. Especially in such a setting, you realize that the thought that had crossed your mind had nothing to do with sex. You wanted one (or honestly all of them) over just to be together in the same space. No expectations, just companionship. Your mind races, trying to pin down when this happened. When had they gotten so under your skin? Glancing at the pile of clothes next to you then back to yourself in the mirror, you practically rip Jungkook’s shirt off your body like it burned you. It lands on top of the pile and you take a few steps away like it’s going to attack you. It lies there and it feels like you’ve been slapped in the face. How could something so innocuous mean something so dangerous. 

You wrap your arms around your middle, feeling sick. The pile represents something terrifying, you can’t afford to let them get this close to you. The fleeting thought of they should’ve listened to Joon crosses your mind. You grab one of your own shirts before leaving the room in search of a box. You have to fix this before it’s too late, put a stop to it. Something in you feels like it’s already past that point. You shouldn’t have started it to begin with. 

It takes you a few minutes of searching but you manage to find one tucked into the corner of your office. Box in hand, you go back to your bedroom and set it on the floor by the bed. You stare at the pile of clothes, unable to bring yourself to do what you need to do. Your vision blurs and you blink rapidly to clear them of the sudden tears, letting out a slightly hysterical laugh at the ridiculousness of crying over some clothes. You try not to think about how it has more to do with the boys who own those clothes than the clothes themselves. 

You take a deep breath, this is what’s best for them. You repeat that mantra as you methodically fold and place each item of theirs into the box until your bed is cleared of the boys’ clothing. You kneel beside the box, gently touching the sweater on top, it’s the one you’d been wearing just a little bit ago. You feel your resolve start to crumble but you shake your head, repeat your mantra again. You’ve been alone this long, you’ll be fine. You always are. 

But you just can’t tear your gaze from the sweater, and in a moment of weakness, the only one you’ll allow yourself, you snatch it back out of the box and stuff it under your pillow. Your rational mind questions who you’re hiding it from. 

You move to your closet and get dressed for your quick errand. You gather the box, tucking your phone into your pocket, carefully ignoring the multitude of notifications you’ve received since you hung up and consequently had your epiphany. As you go to leave your apartment, you pause at the lock.

Nothing you do will work if they can still get into your apartment. And you don’t want to move, you like this apartment and moving is a hassle. Those are the reasons you allow yourself, only those. Logical ones, not something rooted in dangerous thoughts and feelings. You double back into your apartment, depositing the box on the couch as you make your way back into your office to dig through the drawers in search of the instructions on how to reset your lock. 

Once you finish, staring at the flashing blue light signaling that your fingerprint has successfully been programmed, you feel regret churn in your belly. Their faces the first time they try to enter only to be denied access flashing through your mind. But you can’t think about that, you can’t afford to because you know you’ll cave if you think about that. What’s done is done. You grab your box and leave, heading for your club. 

Ari is in the office when you get there and she’s surprised by your sudden appearance. Her gaze drops to the box, frown marring her features.

“What’s going on?”

You set the box on the ground by the door, nudging it a little with your foot. “Jin, Jungkook, or Jimin will be by sometime soon for this. Can you make sure they get it please?” You studiously ignore the questioning look she’s giving you.

“I mean, yeah of course. But is everything okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, for sure. I just need to get this to them and this is the easiest way.”

Ari looks completely unconvinced. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Guilt claws at your throat. She’s always been so understanding, even when you try to keep her at a distance. “I know.” You mutter quietly. The words feel like ash on your tongue. 

Ari doesn’t press though. She just turns back to her computer. “You know where to find me if you need me.”

You stand there a moment longer. Should you? Maybe telling someone else would help. But then you think of Namjoon, the look of utter disgust and hatred he gave you. You couldn’t have Ari or the other’s do that too. It hurt enough that Namjoon did it, you’re positive you wouldn’t be able to handle that from more people. No, this would be something you have to carry yourself. 

You murmur a quiet thanks to her and leave. In your car, you send them a text. 

You: There’s something for you at the club. Ari’s got it. Just let her know and she’ll get it for you.

After that, you shut your phone off and drive home, struggling to hold back tears. You don’t want to see what they have to say. You didn’t even bother to read the texts that you had missed. Just sent your message and closed the chat. 

In the elevator, you see your reflection and laugh at yourself, you look like you’re going through a breakup. You tell yourself that you’re definitely not. None of you were ever together. You don’t do that. You can do casual. Casual is safe. You won’t stop seeing them, they’re still fun to be around. It’s just not going to be dinners and movie nights and surprises. Just sex and feeding. Maybe dancing at the club but that will just be foreplay. You won’t let them come to your apartment either, not anymore. Hotels or their place only. You can’t let them into your space again. 

You sit heavily on your couch, staring at the blank TV screen, lost in your thoughts for a long while until there’s a pounding at your door. You know who it is even without supernatural hearing. You knew they’d come once they saw the box. You had just wished they’d given you more time. You hear them try the lock and the resounding denial the lock gives them when it no longer recognizes their fingers to grant access is somehow worse than the silence. 

It’s deafeningly quiet for a long moment before they’re all talking over each other. Begging you to let them in, they don’t understand what’s wrong, just talk to them. You wish you could tell them that it’s not that easy. 

You remain silent, hand coming up to stifle your sobs when their calls get to be too much. They don’t stay too long after that, you assume that your attempts to stifle yourself were useless. Jin is the voice of reason. You hear him tell them that it’ll be okay. That you just need some time and they should respect you. Everyone needs some time alone sometimes. He ushers the other two out of the building. It just makes you sob harder. 

You get a blissful week of peace from the boys. You assume that’s all Jin was able to manage because Jimin and Jungkook sandwich you on the dance floor a week after the clothing incident, effectively scaring off the man you had been dancing with. Not that it was really any loss, he didn’t have a good rhythm, more interested in grinding against you than dancing with you. 

They don’t say anything, something which you’re grateful for, instead the three of you move to the music together. Their hands move over you like you’re something precious, like if they move wrong you’ll disappear in a puff of smoke. You tug them closer, Jungkook in front and Jimin behind, letting just a little lust slip out. Not enough for them to fully notice, but enough for them to stop handling you like that. You can’t handle them when they touch you so softly. Their hands grow bolder, far rougher and you let a groan out which only seems to encourage the way their hips and bodies move against you.

Jungkook’s lips ghost along your neck and Jimin’s brush the shell of your ear. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nod, leading them from the dance floor, taking a deep breath of fresh air once your outside. You’re reminded of the first time Jungkook sought you out. You steel yourself to not let this end the same way. You hail a cab, giving the address for the nearby hotel that you have a permanent room at. You ignore their looks of confusion when you arrive, bypassing the desk and getting onto the elevator. Once inside, you tug Jungkook in for a kiss to distract from the questions that you know are on the tip of their tongues. You release him to do the same to Jimin and Jungkook plasters himself to your back to mouth at your neck while you kiss Jimin. You quickly herd them to the room, intent on keeping the distraction going. Lucky for you, they’re very easy to distract. 

It’s still dark out as you slip from between them. Neither stirs from their sleep and you silently dress yourself. You try not to think about their reactions when they wake up in the morning and you’re not there. 

Another week later and Jin finds you at your favorite cafe. He looks mad when he finally spots you and you’re tempted to bolt. His eyes narrow at you like he can read your thoughts and you reluctantly stay put. He’s probably faster than you anyway. He sits across from you and the silence is tense. You hate that it’s your fault that it’s like this. You miss when it was easy silence between you. But it’s for the best.

Finally he sighs. “Can you at least give me something to tell them? Did we do something wrong?” He doesn’t look at you. He looks afraid of your answer. 

You fidget with your coffee cup. What could you say? That you saw how close you were getting and that absolutely terrified you? That you don’t do relationships? That Namjoon was right and they should’ve listened? Nothing sounds adequate enough. You stare at your coffee like it will give you the answers you want.

Jin sighs again. “They’re still young. They don’t understand the shit that you can go through over centuries. If you just need time, tell me. I can come up with something to tell them that isn’t the truth… If that’s what it is.” He glances over at you and you want to cry at the kindness and understanding you see in his eyes. 

You swallow. You hope you can lie to him. “Yeah… I’m sorry. I just panicked a little. I just need a little time to be more comfortable. We can still have sex and feed. Just…” You trail off. 

“Just not more?” He finishes for you and you nod. “That’s fine. I’ll get them to cool it. We’ll just come by the club if we need you then. But feel free to call us if you need us too. We’ll be there.”