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Disclaimer: The events are purely fictional. While BTS is real, I don't know them personally so this is just for fun. the original picture does not belong to me, but the editing does.
Warning: May contain mild language, violence, and blood. Small amount of mature content this chapter.
Beginning: Chapter 1
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Next: Chapter 7
Namjoon was only surprised a second before he returned the kiss with just as much fervor. His hand fumbled with his seatbelt for a couple seconds. As soon as it was off, he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him. His hand trailed down to her butt and squeezed a handful. Sam moaned into the kiss, sending Namjoon into overdrive. Her hands trailed down his chest, one hand accidently brushing against his crotch as it moved to rest on his thigh. Namjoon’s free hand tangled into her hair, pulling it lightly. She let out something between a moan and a whine.
“You like that, don’t you? When I pull your hair?” Namjoon groaned.
“Mmmm,” was all Sam could respond with. He pulled her hair a little harder and she let out a gasp, her head falling back slightly with his pull. Namjoon licked his lips at the sight of her exposed neck. He didn’t know which he wanted to do more, ravaged it with his lips or sink his teeth into it. The second thought almost sobered him and he paused. It wasn’t that he wanted to drink her blood to kill her, he just wanted to taste her. He wanted to taste every part of her. And that was a problem in and of itself. To already feel that desire to drink her blood… And biting her was also a great way to scare her away from him. He was saved from his troubled thoughts by Sam’s phone ringing.
Sam’s eyes opened slowly as if fighting a heavy weight on them. Namjoon released his grasp and her head lolled forward, a groan of annoyance slipping out.
“I have to answer that,” she told him, her voice still breathy. She cleared her throat as she started to dig through her purse. Namjoon fell back into his seat, adjusting his pants against the tightness there. Sam answered her phone and talked with the person for about a minute. Judging by her side of the conversation, someone was asking her to come to work. Sam hung up the phone and sighed. She looked at Namjoon apologetically.
“Yeah. They had another vampire come in who needs to be watched. I was the last one they called.”
“Should I call someone to look into it?”
Sam smiled. “That’d be great.”
“Do you want me to take you?”
Sam shook her head. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.” Namjoon was a little hurt, but he understood. She probably didn’t want her coworkers to see her getting dropped off by a vampire. It could make things more complicated for her. “If you took me, I’m not sure we’d make it in decent time. I wouldn’t want to leave.” Namjoon was happy that it wasn’t the reason he thought. “And it looks like you wouldn’t either.” She drew his attention to the bulge in his pants that still hadn’t gone away yet.
Namjoon groaned and covered his face, willing for it to go away.
Sam chuckled. “I hate to leave you like… that. But I think we’ll have to take this up next time. Like you said, it’d be nice to not be rushed.”
“Y-Yeah. I agree. Most of me agrees anyway.”
Sam laughed. “Namjoon?”
“I, uh, I really, really, really like you.”
Namjoon smiled. “I really, really, really like you too.”
“I know we don’t know each other that well, but I think… maybe there’s something to that connection we have. Already… I can see myself being something more with you. Maybe I am meant to be your mate.”
Namjoon smiled broadly. “God, I hope so.”
Sam’s phone beeped with a message and she looked at it. She read the message over and over, confused.
“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked, noticing the troubled look on her face.
“Does… Does Yoongi like me? Like like me like me?”
“What? Why would you ask—Is that a message from him?”
“Yeah… he, uh… he just asked me out.” Namjoon’s eyes burned red. He was going to kill that bastard! “Namjoon!” Sam grabbed his arm. “Don’t do anything stupid. He didn’t know.”
“It wouldn’t matter if he knew,” Namjoon seethed. “He’ll keep trying to win you over. It worked before and he’s going to fucking try it again! I’m going to kill him!”
Sam grabbed his face and turned it towards her. “Don’t. I can’t make him stop whatever feelings he has, but I can promise you that nothing he’ll do will work. I lo—like you. Not him.” Sam couldn’t believe ‘love’ almost slipped out instead. She didn’t love Namjoon yet, she didn’t know him well enough to love him. She greatly cared for him and was definitely attracted to him, hell, she wanted to sleep with him, but she couldn’t be in love with him yet… right?
Namjoon’s expression softened. “Promise?”
Sam smiled and nodded. “Promise. I only like Yoongi as a friend. You mean more than that to me. And also… do you really think Yoongi would be that type of person? As your friend, do you really think he’d try that? He doesn’t seem the type.”
Namjoon mussed his hair. “…You’re right. I know he wouldn’t. I just… I was just mad, I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t with the girl from before, I just liked her. I was too scared to tell her. And he made the first move. But you can’t steal what was never yours in the first place. I guess… I’m just afraid you’ll see that I don’t deserve you.”
“Namjoon… Don’t think like that. I know it’s taken me a lot to not think that as well…”
“Why would you think—“
“Because you’re in a pretty high position in the government, you obviously have a lot of money and connections, you’re handsome enough to get any girl you want, and I’m just… an enforcer with not much to show for myself.”
“There’s a thousand ways I can refute that, but you already know what I would say. And I know what you would say about me… So… I guess we can meet in the middle?”
Sam laughed. “Yeah, I guess we can.”
Namjoon let out a sigh. “Not to ruin the polite mood we have going, but… what are you going to tell hyung?”
Sam let out a bigger sigh and fell back into the seat. “I’m going to tell him I’m sorry, that there’s someone else I like.”
“And if he asks who that is?”
“What do you want me to tell him? I don’t want to cause problems between the two of you.”
With only a moment of hesitation, Namjoon said, “You can say it’s me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. He won’t do anything. And… he should know. If I didn’t tell, I would have to deceive him and that’s not something I want to do.”
“I… I had no idea he liked me…”
“I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. He… he really likes you. He thinks he likes you as much as I do, but you two didn’t bond. I don’t know why he’s acting like that. He’s never been this confrontational. Even before… he wasn’t this bad about fighting with me. Of course, there wasn’t a lot of time to do so.”
Sam looked down at her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Just… tell him what you want to tell him. He and I can figure this out between us like brothers are supposed to. Don’t feel guilty. That would hurt.”
Sam nodded slowly. “Then… I should probably go inside so I can change and go to the station. Before we get distracted again.” They both laughed lightly.
“I’ll be up for a while longer, so feel free to text me if you get bored.”
“I’ll definitely take you up on that. But don’t let me keep you up too late. Just tell me when you need to turn in.”
Sam bit her lip as she looked at him. To hell with it, she thought, and attacked him with another kiss. Namjoon quickly fell into it again. It was brief, but they were both left trying to catch their breaths.
“Goodnight, feisty.” And then she left the car. Sam couldn’t turn back because she knew if she did, she would cave in. Namjoon watched her walk away with a heavy heart. He really didn’t want her to leave. He didn’t want to leave her. He knew it for certain now; it had to be her, she had to be the one. She was the one he was meant to be with. When he fell in love the first time, so many years ago, he hadn’t hit the stage when he could, as a vampire, bond with anyone. And it turned out to be for the best. She’d broken his heart, even without the bond. But Sam… Sam was more than just a child’s crush. She was so much more.
I waited outside the building for another minute after she went in. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it to make sure she got in safe or if I just couldn’t bear to part with her. I let out a frustrated sigh and then drove back home. My mind kept flashing back to the kiss, the sounds she made, the way her skin tasted… My phone started ringing. I took it out thinking it was Sam, but I was wrong. Yoongi’s name on my phone at that time meant that Sam had told him about me. Hyung was probably upset. I didn’t want to answer because it was something best talked about in person. I’d run by his apartment after I got to mine.
I was surprised that the time I got to the building, I’d only missed one more call from him. I prepared myself to be confronted as soon as I got to my floor, but Yoongi wasn’t there. I breathed out a sigh of relief and unlocked the door. I set everything in its usual place on the side table. In the next second, I was knocked off my feet, the wind forced out of me. Yoongi was on top of me pinning me to the ground with his hands grasped tightly around my neck. His entire eyes were a pure, brilliant, ruby color, the likes of which I had never seen before. And it scared me.
“How could you?!” Yoongi screamed. Normally, our strength was pretty even, but with Yoongi catching me off-guard like that, I could only weakly claw at his hands as I tried to take in air. “How could you just do that?!”
I gasped for air. “H-hy-u-ng.” The edges of my vision were already growing dark. He’s going to actually kill me.
“Don’t ‘hyung’ me! You’re taking her away just like you did before!”
I had to do something. I used my feet to arch my body off the ground. Yoongi’s grip slipped as he fell forward slightly. I used the momentum to pitch him off to the side. With air now flooding into my lungs and oxygen rushing back to my head, I was able to gather my wits. In a flash, I was on my feet. Yoongi looked ready to lunge at me again, his eyes still having the same bizarre look.
“Hyung! Calm the fuck down!” I screamed raspily at him. “Let’s talk! You look like a fucking animal! Look at the blood on your hands.”
As if those words broke some sort of spell, Yoongi eyes changed from rage to confusion. He looked down at his hands. There was blood on his fingers from where his nails had dug into my throat so tightly that it had broken the skin. His eyes widened and changed back to their natural color. He looked up at me. He looked scared. No, not scared, terrified.
“Wh-what happened…? I-I-I didn’t mean to do that. I-I’m sorry Namjoon. I don’t know what happened. I just came over to talk. And then… I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry Namjoon. You know I wouldn’t—Shit!” He stayed on the ground, staring at his hands again.
I slowly walked over to him. Something was definitely wrong with him, he was never that brash. By his actions… it’s as if he really bonded with Sam.
“Hyung…” He looked up at me. “Let’s get you on your feet.” I held my hand out. Whatever happened just seconds ago wasn’t from my brother, it was something else. Yoongi hesitantly reached out as well but stopped when he looked at his hands again. He stared at his hands in horror. I grabbed his hand before he could pull away and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go talk to Jin, yeah? I know you didn’t mean to lose control like that. Hyung should be able to help us, right?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah… Hyung will know what’s wrong with me…”
I called Jin as we walked to the elevators and told him we were going to be there in a minute. I didn’t give any details. When we got up the three floors, Jin was already standing by the elevators. His eyes went wide when he saw my neck. He saw Yoongi holding his hands behind his back.
“Come in, you two.” We followed our eldest hyung into his apartment. As soon as we were in, Jin inspected my neck. He gently grabbed one of Yoongi’s hands, turning it over to look at the blood. “I have an obvious idea as to what happened, but do one of you want to explain why it happened?”
“That’s why we came here,” I told him.
Yoongi quietly spoke up. “I went to Joon’s apartment to talk to him. I was sitting on the couch one second and on the floor with his blood on my hands the next. I don’t know what happened between those two things. I mean, I do, I remember it, but I don’t know why it happened. I didn’t have any control. It’s like… I was there, but not there.”
“Do you know what brought it on?” Jin asked us.
“Sam told him we were dating,” I replied. Immediately, Yoongi’s eyes turned that fierce red and he lunged at me again. Jin pulled him back before his hands got to my throat. Yoongi thrashed in his grasp and spat expletives at both of us. This isn’t Yoongi.
“Min Yoongi!” Jin’s voice bellowed. Yoongi immediately stopped struggling. I watched his eyes turn back again.
“I did it again? Why?” Yoongi asked almost frantically. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, hyung. You didn’t hurt me.”
Yoongi pulled away from the two of us. Eyes pleading with Jin, he asked, “What’s wrong with me?”
“If I didn’t know any better,” Jin said, “I’d say you were reacting to the effects of bonding. It sounds like you did bond with Sam.” This time, it was my turn to get angry. I felt my eyes change. A low growl rumbled in my chest. “Namjoon!” I turned to him. “Don’t you dare look at me like that.”
I closed my eyes to regain my composure. “I’m sorry, hyung.”
“It’s okay, I understand. But Yoongi, I thought you said you hadn’t bonded with her.”
“I haven’t. I know what bonding feels like and that didn’t happen between us. But I’m feeling the effects as if we did bond. It would explain why I attacked Namjoon like that, but it doesn’t explain how it could happen in the first place.” Yoongi’s hands frantically mussed his hair. “Is it even possible to have that connection without bonding first?”
“I… I don’t know,” Jin admitted. He directed us to the couch in the living room. “I’ve heard of something like that happening a few times. But they usually found out later that they had bonded, just a long time previous. Like one woman went ballistic when she saw this man holding hands with some woman. They found out later that the two had been bonded when they were high school sweethearts twenty-plus years previous. Another was a man who went through a similar incident. They found out the woman was someone he’d spent a crazy drunken weekend with overseas. Apparently the two had bonded then. But there’s been others that they haven’t been able to explain. Are you sure you’ve never met her before?”
“I’m pretty sure. But… I guess it’s true I don’t remember some nights when we used to go party like crazy. But I don’t see her as that type.”
“She’s not,” I quickly added. Sam was a straight arrow. “Soon as she graduated school, she went to the academy. She was a studious student. She said the only parties she’s ever gone to were kids’ birthday parties and work parties.”
Yoongi looked away. “But even if there was something a long time ago, why would the bond be so strong after so much time?”
“Well, in the case of the man, the woman just disappeared after,” Jin said. “He didn’t really have a chance to get over his feelings, so they kind of lingered there subconsciously. And with the woman’s case, when her and her sweetheart broke up, she hadn’t really gotten over him. She held onto his memory even when she tried to move on. They got lucky with their bond; they ended up reconnecting and getting married a year after that.”
“Well… she wouldn’t have been in my circles during those times, so there’s no reason behind our connection.”
“Then it’s possible it’s an anomaly like some of the others. But here’s the thing: whatever it is, you have to get control of yourself. You can’t go crazy every time you see Sam or every time Namjoon talks about her. If they’re dating” I watched Yoongi’s fists tighten “then you’re going to have to deal with the two of them being together. You need to work through your feelings and move on. All of us are like brothers so we can’t have our fangs at each other’s throats. Alright, Yoongi? I’ll try to look up tactics for control and such, but most of it has to come from you, from your own desire to control it. Okay?”
Yoongi slowly nodded. I felt bad for him. Having a crush on Sam was one thing, feeling like he was bonded to her was another. I would be the first to admit that it had the potential to make people act strange. And Yoongi wouldn’t get the chance to figure out if it was just some bizarre bond making him act like that or if he had actual feelings for her.
Yoongi flinched when Jin put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you listening?” he asked him.
“Huh?” He looked lost.
“Yoongi, this is serious. You need to work on your control before it causes a serious problem. You tried to kill Namjoon.”
“I know it’s serious. But… what if it was reversed?” He turned to me. “What if I were dating Sam and you still felt like you did? How would you feel?”
“I know!” he cut me off. “I know you’re dating her, but just try to think how you would feel. Because that’s how I feel! I feel like we’re bonded and it feels like you’re taking her away. I know I need to control it because… because she likes you… not me… but that doesn’t make my feelings any less strong. It doesn’t make it hurt any less.” My heart ached for my brother. “I’m not asking you to stop seeing her, I won’t be that selfish. I just—I want you to understand. I want you to understand why I can’t just cut that off.”
“I’m sorry, hyung…”
“Don’t be. As your friend and brother, I want you to be happy. And since you two are together… I won’t try with her. Just… give me space on it. I want to be happy for you, just please, around me, don’t talk about it. I apparently can’t control myself, and I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want you to hate me. So… you can talk to the other guys, just not to me. I hate saying that. I’m sorry, Joon. I know it’ll stabilize over time, whether or not I’m able to get over her. It’ll level out.”
Yoongi stood up and gestured to his hands with blood now drying on them. “I should go shower or something. I… I have to figure out… I just have to…”
Before he could completely break down, I enveloped him in a hug. Yoongi’s right, if the shoe was on the other foot, the pain I would be in would be too much. Love and bonding usually go hand in hand. But bonding wasn’t quite the same as human love, though it was sometimes just as irrational. Yoongi isn’t himself right now, and nothing he did could really control that. Until a vampire was able to get over the bond it, in a way, held them hostage. If the feelings were returned, that was great for the vampire. But if it wasn’t returned… hell was as long as it took to stabilize or to get over the person. And since I can’t, and won’t, give Sam up, I’m going to have to be careful around Yoongi.
“You know I love you, right, hyung?”
Yoongi snorted. “I’m pathetic and you’re downright ridiculous.”
We fell into a familiar light laughter. Jin looked between us and smiled. I knew what he was thinking. Whatever we were going through, or would go through in the future, our bond, from brother to brother, was too strong to break. Jin always had more faith in each of us than we did.
“I do need to go wash up though.” Yoongi touched my neck, wincing when I winced. At least the wounds were already starting to heal. “I’m really sorry.”
“I know, hyung.”
Yoongi was back to his usual cool demeanor as he waved us away and left.
“How serious are you with Sam?” Jin asked when Yoongi was gone.
I thought back to the car and the feel of her tongue against mine, the little moans she let out, the way her hand brushed against—I quickly cleared my thoughts and coughed. “Pretty serious. I think… I think I’m in love with her. I can’t give her up.”
Jin sighed. “I wouldn’t ask you to. And Yoongi’s not asking either. Just be careful from now on with what you say around him and make sure you don’t bring Sam around him either. You know he won’t be able to control the rage. He’ll be severely protective of her, just as you would be. Be tactful.”
“I know, hyung.” It’ll be difficult. We always share our happiness with each other. It’ll be difficult to not be able to share it with him.
“And even with all this mess, I really am happy for you, Joon. You deserve to fall in love again.” I looked away. Jin knew everything. “You should be happy. And Sam seems nice. She seems like a good fit. Even the young ones don’t flinch as much when you say her name or the word ‘enforcer’. It seems she left a good impression on them. Maybe when Yoongi’s more stable about it she can start coming over. If you two are together, we don’t want to keep her out. She’ll be welcome to be a part of this group if she wants, the same way everyone else’s person is. She just has to wait a bit, alright?”
“Yes, hyung. I understand.”
Jin smiled. “You’re a good kid.”
“Psht! You’re not that much older than me to be saying that.”
“Whatever. Just go back and do whatever you need to do. Work’s still in the morning.”
I groaned in annoyance. “Don’t remind me.”
Back in my apartment, I sat on the floor of my shower, letting the hot water wash away my brother’s blood and hoping it would wash away the darker feelings in me. Namjoon cared about Sam, that much was obvious, and Sam appeared to care for him as well. It felt like a knife to my heart and it made me both angry and uneasy. It was true that Sam was just my type, but I didn’t know her long enough for me to feel so strongly about her. That wouldn’t be a problem by itself if it weren’t for the fact that she was already with Namjoon and I couldn’t fight with my brother like that.
And more than that, it brought back old feelings from before I had met Jin; feelings that told me to just take what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. I was a vampire, and I was strong. Who was anyone else to deny me what I wanted? I hated myself for those thoughts, especially for the feelings I’d experienced. While I didn’t have control over myself when I had attacked Namjoon, I remembered the satisfying feeling I had of my hands around his throat, fingernails digging in, my power showing him that I was in control. I felt sickened by those thoughts and memories. All of that was a part of me I’d tried to leave behind—a part of me that still haunted my dreams periodically and would definitely make an appearance in my dreams tonight.
So, a few things going on this chapter. I know it wasn't much, but I hope the little car scene gives you a taste of future possibilities ;). And poor Yoongi, losing control like that. I feel bad for writing it for him, but it kind of flowed out like that.
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