Genre: Angst, Vampire AU
Pairing: Reader x Jungkook ???
Length: 3848 words
Summary: Love bites? Like hell it does.
I locked the door and sank down onto his plush sofa, sighing deeply. This whole place smelt of Yoongi. I wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to change. But I had no energy and no other clothes.
And then it hit me. Some of Yoongi’s old clothes must still be here, surely? A lot of his possessions were still here...I’d check his wardrobe later.
I couldn’t help but think how cruel it would be if I woke up attached to those god-awful chains, and this had all been a dream.
I wonder why it had been those three in particular...Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung. Especially Yoongi- my mind couldn’t comprehend it. And why Jungkook hadn’t come- if I was to bet on any one of them coming to get me, I would have said Jungkook, without a doubt.
Yoongi got home soon after Jimin and Taehyung. Namjoon had already got the gist of what had happened from the younger boys, so he didn’t have to ask Yoongi what had happened.
He could hear Jungkook chattering away a couple of rooms down- the maknae still wasn’t talking to Namjoon, but that was OK. Namjoon had only done what he had to for the greater good.
Yoongi came in once he had changed out of his clothes to warn Namjoon that Jackson would be here any minute and he didn’t need to see that everyone was awake.
Just as Namjoon got p to tell the younger boys to get into their own rooms, he heard a sharp thud on the door. Jackson.
He sighed and rushed to answer it. Jackson immediately lunged at him and grabbed his throat, no words exchanged. “Get the fuck off me”, Namjoon coughed as he heard Bangtan appear behind him, one by one.
“Where is she? Don’t fuck about and tell me the truth.”
“Y/n? You lost her already? Jesus Christ, you had her for a day!” That was Taehyung’s words of wisdom. Jackson, suddenly unsure of himself, let go of Namjoon, who winced as he swallowed instinctively in anticipation.
“How the hell...? Look, if she managed to get out, surely she would be extremely stupid to come here?”, Hoseok tried to reason with the pissed hybrid vampire.
Jackson looked around cautiously, as if he was trying to hear or smell something that would give them away, but he got nothing. “She’s not here Jackson. We had no idea she had escaped”, Jin said softly.
Namjoon felt a weird sense of pride at how well they were all doing to cover up what had actually happened. Namjoon noticed how Jackson kept glancing at Jungkook, the younger stood there casually, staring right back.
“My back door was open. She got out through the back door. It seemed as if the lock had been picked from the outside.”
“Maybe she pushed with enough for to break the lock”, Jimin suggested. Jimin must have been the one to pick the lock- Namjoon knew he was very good at it.
“I need to find her”, Jackson growled.
“Well go and find her then”, Namjoon snapped. “Standing here won’t help.”
Jackson pointed at him, eyes flashing. “If I find out any of you were involved...I’ll burn this damn house to the ground with all of you inside.”
No one came until the next day. I was a bit skeptical to answer the door in just a shirt, even though the whole of Bangtan had already seen me in nothing but, so I decided to wear one of Yoongi’s smaller sweatpants as well- he really hadn’t left a lot behind.
A simple knock on the door gave me no indication as to who it was, and I had mixed feelings when I was met with Jungkook on the other side.
He immediately slammed into me, his arms enveloping me whole. “Y/n, thank fuck. You’re OK.” I didn’t miss him wrinkling his nose at the smell of Yoongi’s clothes, but he didn’t say anything outright.
Stroking my hair, he asked, “Did he hurt you?”
“No, Jungkook, honestly, I’m fine.” All the injuries had self-healed over night and I was as good as new.
“Jimin told me about the chains”, he fussed, grabbing my hands to look at my wrists. His eyes widened slightly when he found nothing there.
“See? Told you. Did Jackson turn up last night by any chance?”
“He did”, Jungkook nodded. “He believed us when we said we didn’t know where you were.” I let out a small sigh of relief. I was in the clear, for now.
“How long will I have to live here Jungkook?” He shrugged, his palm softly caressing my cheek. “I don’t know y/n. But what matters is you’ll be safe here.” He planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “And I’ll visit everyday.”
“What’s wrong with staying here?”
“The hyungs wouldn’t like it y/n. As Namjoon hyung reminds me almost every goddamn day, I’m also a part of Bangtan, and I can’t just leave like that.”
I nodded slowly. That was fair enough. But then another question came to mind. “Will you be the only one visiting?”
“I don’t see what motive the others would possibly have to come down here”, he replied, brows slightly furrowed. I have to admit, I felt slightly disheartened at the prospect of Yoongi not coming back...which was crazy.
“Only checking”, I added when his expression didn’t change. “I need to go soon”, he sighed. “Namjoon hyung wants to teach me how to hunt well.”
So around a week passed by. Jungkook came and went, and I grew bored out of my mind. He was good company, but he honestly fussed over me like I was a child. He bought some of my own clothes over- I think the only reason he did that was because he didn’t like me wearing Yoongi’s clothes.Jackson didn’t go round to the Bangtan’s again, which made me think he’d given up on the search for me.
I sighed heavily as the door knocked. Jungkook had alread been round than morning, but because it was a short visit, he said he might come back later that afternoon. I was honestly too drained to deal with him, but I got up in the hope that I might get some of his blood.I still refused to drink any other blood as the thought still made me sick to my stomach.
I looked down at what I was wearing. I had changed- after Jungkook left- to my own jeans and another one of Yoongi’s shirts. What can I say? The were comfortable.
Imagine my surprise when it wasn’t Jungkook at the door, but Yoongi. He silently pushed passed me and I took that as a sign to shut the door. He turned to me, his eyes unbelievably dark, and I didn’t expect him to say the words,
“I fucking hate you.”
I gaped at him for a moment, before shrugging and replying “I did highly doubt you were in my fan club. But I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
His eyes flashed in annoyance at my response, and I couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction. His features seem to relax when he realised I was wearing his shirt.
“Why are you here?”, I asked. The normally nonchalant and collected Min Yoongi looked on edge. “If it was to tell me you hate me, you really shouldn't have bothered cus I alr-”
His sudden proximity made me stop talking. “It’s been a week”, he murmured. He was so close to me, yet his hands stayed balled up at his sides, like he was refraining from touching me. “Yet I’m still thinking about you.
I think about if you’re sleeping well. If you’re scared. What you might be doing.” He gritted his teeth. “I think about you and Jungkook. I even think about the fact that you had a hallucination about me saving you. Why the fuck do I care?”
“I hate you...”, he whispered, trailing off as if he was unsure of his own words. I was the first to reach out and touch him, the contact exhilarating.
“Show me how much you hate me.”
That was all he needed to grab the sides of my head and harshly kiss me. I gripped his forearm feverishly- it must have been hurting him but he didn’t show it. Our tongues fought for dominance, and of course, I won.
Yoongi let out a growl in response, but didn’t pull away, reaching for m waist to pull me closer. I grasped at his collar, easily ripping the buttoned shirt as buttons skittered around the room.
He lifted his t-shirt up and off me, and I was quick to undo his belt. This visit had taken an unexpected turn- not that I was complaining. In a flash, I had Yoongi underneath me on his couch as I straddled him. Jungkook was gentle with me, but Yoongi? He was the complete opposite. His touch, his movements- everything was rough.
We were both bare pretty quickly after that. It was all a bit of a blur. I rolled my hips forward as he leant in to kiss and bite my neck, scratching the surface with his fangs, which only added to the euphoria.
Without warning he flipped me over. I didn’t have the energy to take control again, so I let him. He held the arm of the couch with both arms just above my head and I held onto them, gripping them even tighter than before.
I had a sudden surge of energy, so wrapping my legs around his waist, I flipped us over once more, silencing his protests with a kiss. His hips snapped up to meet mine, and I placed a hand on his chest to support myself as I reached my release.
I gasped his name as he cursed at the sensation, reaching his own release soon after. I collapsed on top of him, gasping for air, and I was surprised when he rubbed the small of my back gently. That kind of action was more of a Jungkook thing.
My eyes widened as it hit me. Jungkook. He could never know about this. He already had this feud with Yoongi about turning me. This? He would completely snap.
I looked up, resting my chin on his chest. “Yup”, I confirmed. “You definitely hate me.” I caught an amused glint in his eyes.
Yoongi got dressed quickly, having to wear one of his old shirts as a replacement for the one I ripped. He had told Bangtan he was going for a walk, and had to get back before they realised he wasn’t actually there.
“You’re gonna come back?”, I asked, successfully keeping the hopeful tone out of my voice.
“I don’t know if I can. We’ll see.” And he was gone.
Jungkook was staring at the phone screen intently. It was just as well Yoongi hyung’s apartment had no TV, and that y/n didn’t have her phone.
“Jungkook it’s been 5 minutes, give me my phone back!”, Taehyung moaned at him and he wordlessly handed it over. Taehyung had been the one to show him the news article: Y/n had been announced as officially missing.
Technology was such a problem these days. When every member of Bangtan had been turned- bar Jungkook- there was no media, no way to properly spread news.
Jin hyung’s family were left a note, saying their son had caught a ship to go work abroad. They died never seeing or hearing from their son again. Whoever turned Namjoon hyung took the liberty of faking the boys death. Yoongi hyung was assumed to be dead. The vampires that turned Hobi hyung killed his entire family. Taehyung and Jimin had no known families when they were turned- something actually went wrong with Jimin hyungs process and he woke up remembering nothing from his past life. And Jungkook, just like y/n, had been reported missing.
Jungkook sat there stoic, the image of y/n’s scared friends and sobbing parents making him think. She wasn’t a normal new vampire, that much was clear. A new vampire would slaughter their own family without a second thought. Y/n clearly had enough self control...but then again, if the news outlets reported that she had been found, then Jackson would be onto her...
He was still in deep thought when Yoongi hyung arrived from his longer-than-usual walk. Almost immediately, Jungkook sensed something was off. He had left wearing a light blue shirt, and returned wearing white?
Yoongi was halfway up the stairs when Jungkook bolted to overtake him and stop him, almost sending Jin flying on the way.
Yoongi looked vaguely annoyed, but composed himself. “What do you want?”
“Where were you hyung?”, Jungkook challenged. He could smell something familiar coming from his hyung- but he either couldn't pinpoint it, or his mind was in denial.
“I told you, didn’t I? I went for a walk. Now move.”
“Why are you wearing a different shirt?”
Yoongi didn’t falter. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve been wearing this all day. Now move before I snap your neck, maknae.”
Jungkook reluctantly moved to the side, to let him pass. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Next time his hyung went for a ‘walk’, he’d find out what was up. He just hoped he wouldn’t end up confirming his worst suspicions.
I still couldn’t believe what had happened between me and Yoongi. Was it bad that I wanted him to come back?
He seemed a completely different person- not the asshole who had encouraged me to deal with the repercussions of the whole Jackson problem by myself. I have to say, I liked this side of him. He was nice to me, but not overly sweet, unlike someone else.
The following day, I rushed to the door as I heard footsteps and came face to face with a surprised Jungkook who was just about to knock. “Someone’s eager”, he smiled, placing his lips on mine.
“Sorry I didn’t come back yesterday”, he apologised. I told him it was OK, and that I slept through the day anyway, which was obviously a lie. I casually asked how everyone was, to see how Yoongi was doing, but Jungkook just gave the blunt reply of “Fine”.
“I didn’t want to tell you this, but the hyungs said it was best that you know”, he sighed.
“You’ve been reported missing. I know we’re in a different city and you never leave, but don’t let your guard down. Especially seeing as your face is plastered all over the news.”
I just replied with an “OK.” I mean, it was bound to happen at some point. Especially when semester ended and I didn’t go back home like every other student. “They think you’re still alive because most of your wardrobe was also missing, he muttered.
“Your parents were calling out for help. Asking people to contact them if they see you, or even if someone resembles you.”
I waited for the tight pain in my chest at the mention of my parents but...nothing happened. Wow, I must have gained some sort of immunity from all emotions except anger and lust. That made for a healthy mind...not.
“Well good luck to them”, I hummed. “They’re really not going to find me. And even if someone happened to spot me, I’d be out of their line of sight so quick, they’d think they were seeing things.”
Jungkook stayed silent.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
He got hold of my hand. “I keep forgetting that you’re a hybrid. It’s funny how I’ve fallen for you, but you’ll never be able to reciprocate that, because you’re not the average vampire.” His tone certainly wasn’t one of amusement.
“Jungkook”, I quietly said his name to get him to look at me. “I like you and I don’t have an overwhelming urge to kill you?”, I offered and he smiled. Obviously that wasn’t enough for him.
He only stayed for around 20 more minutes after that, making pointless small talk. He would come tomorrow with a bag of his own blood, because I seemed paler and more feverish according to him.
I waved him off, my smile disappearing the instant I shut the door. Jungkook was...complicated for me. That night we slept together, I certainly felt something for him. That was for sure. But he was slowly becoming a burdening presence, often sitting there in silence, letting out heavy sighs now and then. If I tried to initiate something, he’d gently push me away.
It was mid-afternoon and Taehyung and Hoseok were bored out of their minds. Taehyung was lying upside-down on the sofa, feet dangling off where his head should have been.
“Hyung, there’s nothing to do.”
Hoseok looked at him. “No shit Tae.”
“Where are the others?”
“Yoongi hyung and Jungkook are festering away in their rooms as usual. Jimin and Namjoon hyung went to hunt because we’re all hungry as fuck and Jin’s..resting I think. Bad night’s sleep.”
Taehyung sighed heavily, only lifting himself upright when he heard someone come down the stairs. But it was only Yoongi hyung.
“Where are you going Yoongi hyung?”
“For a walk”, was the elder’s blunt reply. This hung really liked his walks nowadays.
“Can I come?”, Taehyung asked, ever hopeful.
Taehyung’s face fell. But Yoongi didn’t even spare him a glance as he started to head out.
He flopped backwards onto the sofa to resume his normal position, when not even two minutes later, Jungkook came padding down the stairs.
Taehyung had exactly the same conversation with the younger boy as he had done two minutes prior with Yoongi, except Jungkook replied with ‘Out’, instead of ‘Going for a walk’.
“Tell Jin hyung when he wakes up.”
Taehyung just shrugged in response, obviously not happy with not being allowed to go with him.
He might as well have just gone with Yoongi hyung.
I was staring out of the window through the blinds when I heard a knock on the door. I had been so zoned out, I hadn’t heard anyone approach.
“Jungkook?”, I called warily as I went to answer.
“Guess again”, was the response I got. I opened the door with a smile on my face, glad that Yoongi had somehow managed to visit again.
“Well well, look who it is”, I teased. He kicked the door shut behind him, a smile playing on his lips as his hands settled on my waist, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“It’s the guy who’s saved your ass more times than you can count”, he countered, looking down at me.
Well,he had saved me plenty of times. He turned me instead of letting me die. He pulled me out of the sunlight. He stepped in when Namjoon tried to strangle me. He even got me out of Jackson’s house.
“Yeah, but I could still beat your ass”, I replied, turning away to hide my grin.
“Is that so?”, he asked, tilting my chin so I looked back up. I licked my lips at the sight of his darkening veins. “Why don’t we test that hypothesis?”
Even with his lips ravishing mine, I managed to mumble, “It’s not a hypothesis, it’s fact.”
Jungkook wanted to kill Yoongi when he saw him slip inside the apartment. His suspicions had been confirmed. Yoongi was seeing y/n behind his back. And /n was letting him.
In that moment of rage, he wanted nothing more than the both of them to suffer. He silently followed the elder boy and waited until the had shut the door before silently creeping towards it to listen to them. He would keep an open mind- maybe they were just having a harmless conversation.
He gritted his teeth at the sound of the two of them kissing. He tried to control his erratic breaths, knowing that if he was an louder, y/n would hear him for sure.
But of course Jin hyung had to ring at that very moment. And of course, Jungkook’s phone wasn’t on silent. He cursed internally at his stupid hyung. Just as he was pocketing the phone, the door swung open, revealing an expressionless y/n.
He was almost fooled by her act, had he not heard his hyung’s voice with his own damn ears.
I was just losing myself into the kiss when I heard the shrill ringing of a phone. We both pulled away at once, looking questioningly at each other, before I realise it was coming from outside.
I motioned for him to go and hide as I composed myself and answered the door. It was Jungkook. Neither of us said anything- he was probably waiting for me to invite him in whilst I waited for him to explain what he was doing there.
I would be lying if I said I expected him to push me back with such force that I landed halfway across the room. I stood up immediately, anger hitting me like a wave.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I growled.
He ignored the question. “Where is he? I saw him come here and heard his voice, so don’t deny it.”
I stayed quiet. Jungkook had followed Yoongi here. Yoongi must have caught on because he appeared a moment later, his gaze not quite meeting Jungkook’s.
“You’re both fucking unbelievable”, Jungkook spat. I was wary at how his eyes weren’t just flashing red, they were staying red. That must mean he was really angry.
Jungkook lunged forward and grabbed Yoongi, the latter reacting immediately and kicking his knee hard enough that I heard bone crack. I was just about to pull them apart when Jungkook suddenly snapped Yoongi’s neck. My eyes widened slightly as the boy fell to the floor with a dull thud.
My gaze flitted back to Jungkook, who was now staring darkly at me. I wasn’t scared, but I had never witnessed ‘angry Jungkook’ before- he was unpredictable.
“You just snapped his neck”, I stated the obvious. “How the hell are the rest of them gonna react to that?”
“I don’t give a fuck!”, he yelled, agitated. “They’ll blame you for getting in our way. I can’t believe you...you slept with him, didn’t you?!”
When Jungkook kicked Yoongi’s limp body in anger, I snapped. Our bodies collided together as I slammed into him, causing him to hit the wall at astonishing speed. He let out a grunt on impact, but had enough energy to push me away.
My feet slid across the polished wooden floor, but I didn’t fall. He steadied himself, pointing a shaky finger at me. “You bitch. If Jackson comes knocking, then trust me, it’s not a fucking coincidence.”
“Is that a threat?”, I asked, eyes narrowed.
“Oh yes baby. That’s most definitely a threat.”
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