Forgive me for last chapter's cliffhanger, but I couldn't help it. Though maybe you won't want to forgive me, lol. Well, here's the next chapter, you be the judge.
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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. Some mature content this chapter.
Beginning: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 7
Next: Chapter 9
“It’s ok,” Sam told Namjoon, granting him permission. Biting his lip, he unbuttoned the shirt slowly, taking in every inch of skin that was exposed. Her bra was a plain black and slightly worn, but somehow, he found it to be the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. His lips latched onto the skin in the valley between her breasts without pressing as hard as he would’ve liked. Sam moaned and arched her back a little, slightly wincing in pain. But the pain was overwritten by the pleasure she felt. Namjoon went back to her neck, this time without his fangs, simply nipping at the skin.
Neither of them heard the sound of his door code being entered. Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok entered the apartment. They were talking at a normal level until they heard the moans coming from the living room. That shut them up immediately. As far as they knew, Namjoon was supposed to be out in town somewhere. They’d come down to get back a video game he had borrowed a couple months ago.
The guys looked at each other questioningly. They knew they should probably leave, but their curiosity got the better of them. Who was in Namjoon’s apartment if he was gone? And if he was home, then who was he with? Cause there was definitely a woman’s voice, and it didn’t sound like it was coming from the TV or computer.
They quietly walked to the living room. The back of the couch was too high to see over, but they could still hear the sounds that were definitely coming from there. They tiptoed around so they could see better. They couldn’t see the woman’s face, but they could see Namjoon and it looked like he was biting the woman. Was he actually partaking in fresh blood for the first time in a long time? And wasn’t he already bonded to that woman from before?
Namjoon sensed an intruding presence and looked up. “Holy shit!” he yelled as he pulled away from Sam.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, still not knowing they weren’t alone.
“Shirt, shirt.” His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt.
“Namjoon, what’s going on?”
“M-Miss S-Sam?” Taehyung wasn’t sure, but it definitely sounded like her.
Sam shot straight up, grabbing her ribs when the sudden movement caused her pain.
“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked.
Sam didn’t hear him and looked to where the unexpected voices came from. “Oh my God!” She quickly buttoned up her shirt and sat properly on the couch. She tried smoothing her hair down. She looked again to find the two younger men holding onto, and only slightly hiding behind, the older ones. “H-H-Hi guys,” she stuttered out.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?!” Namjoon demanded.
“Sorry,” Jimin replied. “We didn’t mean to be a cock block, but we didn’t know you were home. We just came for a game you borrowed and never returned.”
“C-Cock— Don’t say that. Jesus!” Sam hid her bright red face in her hands. “Why are you guys still here?” he asked when they hadn’t made any movement to leave.
“Game,” Hoseok told him.
“G—I’ll give you a damn game!” Namjoon started to stand up and then sat back down, his hand over his crotch. “Dammit,” he mumbled. “Grab the damn game and get the hell out.”
As if he had not a single worry in the world, Jimin walked over to the TV stand and started opening drawers. While he was doing that, Taehyung, who’d been left by himself, took a hesitant step towards Sam and Namjoon.
“You two are… together?”
Sam looked to Namjoon. “Yeah, we are. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to tell you guys, it only started a couple days ago and I couldn’t talk about it around Yoongi-hyung,” he said, still annoyed at their intrusion.
They looked confused for a moment before coming to the realization. “Oh… I guess that’s fair. Then… should we start calling her noona?”
“She’s sitting right here, you can ask her.”
Taehyung’s eyes flitted back and forth continually between her eyes and the empty space beside her. “C-Can I call you n-noona?”
Sam smiled a little awkwardly. Taehyung had just seen her and Namjoon in an awkward situation, though she was happy that he was coming around to liking her. “O-of course. I’d like that. Though, according to Namjoon, I’m barely older than Jimin.”
“Oo, I like noonas,” Jimin said with a smirk, now with the game in his hands.
Sam put her hand on Namjoon’s knee when she heard him start to growl.
Jimin threw his hands up. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch your girlfriend, I have my own. I was just teasing a bit.”
“You have your game, please leave now,” Namjoon said in exasperation.
Hoseok laughed. “We’re leaving, Joon. Try to not make a mess, okay? And I would tell you to use protection, but she’s a human so I guess you don’t have to worry about getting her pregnant. Natural’s better anyway.”
Taehyung stayed back for a moment. “Please be good to my hyung, noona.”
“I will,” Sam said without hesitation. “I promise.” Taehyung nodded and then scampered after the others. “He’s warming up to me.”
“Yeah,” Namjoon sighed, now free to lean back on the couch.
“I think the universe is trying to tell us something.”
“Turn our phones on silent and lock our doors?”
Namjoon let out a short burst of laughter. “I guess so. It’s for the best anyway. I already hurt you twice and we didn’t even really do anything… yet.”
“I guess we should wait till I heal up then?”
Namjoon smirked. “Yeah. He said it’d take, what, 5-6 weeks?”
“At least. And I’m sure you can be rough, but you can also be gentle, right?” They looked at each other.
“I can be anything for you.”
“Thank you for coming into my life. I didn’t realize how dark it was until I saw how bright it could be.” She grabbed his hand. “Thank you for being exactly what I need.”
Namjoon leaned over and kissed her gently. “Thank you for being what I need.” Sam held Namjoon’s face close to hers, debating if she should continue what they started. She bit her lip and reluctantly let go.
“I think we’re a little dangerous for each other, yeah?”
“Maybe for our sanity. My body doesn’t seem to know what to do. And I’m sorry about the whole pheromone thing earlier. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I’m not complaining.”
They decided to go back to their movie and pretend like nothing had interrupted it, though the awkward tension for the next little bit indicated otherwise. Sam grabbed one of the pillows she’d knocked off and dramatically smacked the dirt off. Then she placed it on her lap and patted the top. Namjoon smiled and lay down with his head on the pillow. Her hands immediately starting brushing through his hair.
When the movie ended, they were both close to sleep. Namjoon was content to lie like that until he remembered something he was supposed to give Sam. He had forgotten with everything that had happened.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked sleepily.
“I have something for you.” Then he disappeared into his room.
When he came back out, Sam watched him with curious eyes. He held a small black box in his hands. He opened it and showed it to her.
“What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful.” It was a dainty silver necklace with a small red jewel in the shape of a heart. “But why…”
“I saw that you stopped wearing that other necklace. I know how much it means to you and I know how much it has to mean to stop wearing it.” Tears sprang up in her eyes. “So I wanted to give you a necklace you could wear in its stead so that you know that there’s a tangible reason why you stopped wearing it. So you know that you’re still loved.”
Namjoon moved back, realizing his mistake. “No—I-I just—What I meant—“
“Do you love me Namjoon?” It was silent. Namjoon was afraid to say the wrong answer. Yes would mean he was moving too fast, no would sound wrong. “Oppa?”
“I-I know it’s fast, but—“ he hesitated. “Yes. Yes. I love you. I’m in love with you. And I’m sorry if it’s too fast. But I promise I won’t pressure you or anything.”
Sam let out a sigh and Namjoon was sure he’d just screwed up again. “At least that means I’m not the only crazy one.” Namjoon’s wide eyes shot up to hers. “I’m not sure it makes sense how it could happen so quickly, but… I’m in love with you too. Seeing you waiting for me at the hospital… I realized that I was happy just having you with me.” She turned her back to him a held her hair to the side. “Can you put it on me?”
Namjoon closed his eyes to control himself. Sam didn’t seem to realize what she did to him as him both being a male and a vampire. He took the necklace and laid the pendant gently on her chest. She moved her hands to allow him to clasp it. When he finished, he gently touched the back of her neck. Her hands came to his and rested there for a moment before turning to face him again.
“And, I know it looks fragile, but I made sure the chain was the strongest they had. It shouldn’t break from your work.”
“Namjoon.” He looked at her. “Thank you.”
“It wasn’t hard—“
“I mean for everything. Thank you for being everything I need and everything I want. Thank you for falling for me while I fell for you. Thank you for just being with me.”
Namjoon laid a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Then he sighed. “I guess I should take you back home now.” Sam let out a small whine and Namjoon chuckled. “If you didn’t have work tomorrow, I’d ask if you wanted to stay.”
“Work…” Sam moaned in annoyance.
Namjoon laughed and held her in a gentle hug. “Not wanting to adult tomorrow?” Sam nodded vigorously.
“I just wanna be a carefree woman who can curl up with her boyfriend and not have to worry about work in the morning.”
“Stop tempting me. I won’t want to let you leave.”
“Is that so bad?” Turning her head to the side, Sam touched her lips to Namjoon’s throat and then nipped it lightly.
Namjoon growled, “You’re playing with fire.”
“I’m not afraid of getting burned.”
Namjoon’s growl reverberated in the room as he held Sam’s throat to his fangs, the tips brushing against the skin, but not breaking it. A small gasp escaped her as she shivered lightly, not making a move to pull away. She knew he wouldn’t bite, but a darker part of her kind of hoped he would.
Namjoon reluctantly pulled away. “C’mon. Let’s let you rest.” He stood up and held out his hand. Sam took it and slowly stood up.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
In the car on the way back, Namjoon spoke up again. “For vampires, drinking blood from a random person isn’t something that necessarily means anything important. It can be just something done for fun, to boost the pleasurable feeling during the sex they’re having with that person, or it could mean nothing at all, a means to an end. But for someone you’ve bonded with, drinking their blood is even more intimate than sex.”
“I-Is it? I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I guess I can understand why you don’t want—“
“And don’t take it the wrong way either. I just want you to know that if a vampire drinks the blood of someone they’re bonded with, it makes the bond even stronger, for both parties. Some people say that bonding is a way of linking souls, if you believe in a soul. So if you drink their blood, it creates an even stronger bond between both souls that are connected. I want you to understand me; I want you to really understand what a relationship with a vampire means. After drinking the blood of their bondmate, the vampire will start to crave only that person’s blood, human or vampire. They can still drink preserved blood and the blood supplements, but the desire for their bondmate’s blood will only become stronger until it plateaus. And not that they want to suck them dry, they just want to keep tasting it, even if by only light feedings.”
“So if you drink my blood, you’re saying that it’ll be harder for you to control that desire again.”
“Yes. And that’s why… It’s one thing to be in love and for us to become intimate with each other, it’s another thing to share your blood. Especially this early on. You don’t know how you’ll feel later, if you’ll decide that, for whatever reason, we shouldn’t be together. And it would be that much harder for us to be apart. Until the bond is broken, we would be more intimately connected. And not only would I crave your blood more, but you’ll crave my drinking your blood more. It’ll settle over time, but it can still be a problem for a short while. I’ve seen cross-race relationships that have basically imploded because they started too early and weren’t prepared. I want to make sure that this… is what you want.”
Sam put her hand on one of Namjoon’s that was on the wheel. “Thank you for telling me. That couldn’t have been easy to tell me that without knowing how I would respond. It is a lot to think about.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about being with a vampire.”
“Then I want you to tell me everything. I want to know everything so you’ll know that, whatever we do, I’m aware of any possible outcomes. And there’s something you should know about being with a human.”
Sam leaned over like she was telling him a secret. Then she whispered to him, “We’re kinda crazy.”
For the next couple of weeks, we continued to go on dates. Because of my injuries, we stuck to more gentle activities like going to the movie theater, just watching movies at Namjoon’s place, and even going to a play once. It was nice, but I wished there was more we were able to do. I told Namjoon how crazy I was going at work because I was stuck behind a desk for my whole recovery time. I was kind of okay with it though because I was able to focus on following up on my previous cases and other cases that caught my attention. It was a good way to check up on things.
And with as much good as I felt like I was doing, I brought that much more disdain on me from my more elitist coworkers. Many of them didn’t care one way or the other as far as humans and vampires were concerned, they simply went with the flow of things. But many of the others hated the work I, and other equalists, did. Even if it was involving a case of all humans or humans attacked by vampires, the fact that I was an equalist meant that they hated everything I did. After all, if I was fair to vampires, how could I possibly be fair to humans? I didn’t even bother rolling my eyes about it anymore. I’d already had a few incidences of nasty notes and ‘presents’ left for me but I didn’t tell Namjoon because I knew he would worry.
I was excited when, out of the blue, Namjoon invited me to one of their game nights. He said he’d okayed it with the others, including Yoongi, and said it would be a great way for me to get more comfortable around the others and for them to get more comfortable around me. I wanted to be more involved in his personal life and I really wanted the others to feel more comfortable around me, so I said yes immediately. I spent the rest of the shift excitedly bouncing in my chair, making even my friends give me strange looks.
Since I was planning on drinking with them, Namjoon picked me up from my apartment instead of me driving over. I would take a taxi home afterwards. Hoseok, Jimin, and Jin greeted me warmly when Namjoon brought me into his living room. It helped alleviate my nerves. Yoongi stayed a little ways off, not wanting to get too close. I understood, he was probably worried about being mistaken for trying to get to close to me. Taehyung waved shyly at me while Jungkook continued to stare intently at the TV.
Hoseok and Jimin looked like they wanted to tease us, but I guessed they held themselves back for Yoongi’s sake. After eating dinner, Taehyung moved closer to me and started asking questions about me and my job as an enforcer. I was ecstatic to see that Taehyung didn’t seem to be scared of me anymore. I even noticed Jungkook listening in on our conversation, though he still didn’t add any input himself.
We were all having fun drinking and playing the video games. I was a few beers in and needed to get up to grab another. I patted Namjoon on the arm to let him know. When I got to the kitchen, Yoongi was already there, eyes closed, nursing a beer. As soon as he heard me, he opened his eyes. After seeing it was me, he left. I sighed. I felt bad for Yoongi. Even humans would have issues seeing their friend with the girl they liked. Factoring in the fact that he was a vampire and may not be able to completely control his feelings for me, it was probably worse.
I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and closed the door. Yoongi caught the beer I dropped when he surprised me. I thought my heart was gonna jump out of my chest from the fright.
“Y-Yoongi. You scared the hell out of me,” I laughed, patting my chest.
“Why you?” he asked quietly. What is he talking about?
“Why me what?”
“Why is it you Namjoon had to bond with and fall for? No, that’s not the right question. Why is it you I have to feel this way about as well?”
“Yoongi…?” He can’t feel the same.
“Namjoon is like my brother and you’re his girlfriend. I shouldn’t feel this way towards you, but I do. I tried to stop, but I can’t.” Yoongi’s eyes slowly turned dark red and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t even realized we had moved until I felt the counter against my back, preventing me from stepping away any further. His hands went to the counter on either side of me, effectively trapping me between his arms.
“Y-Y-Yoongi. W-What are you doing?” Really, what is he thinking? Namjoon is right here! And why would he do this to him? They’re like brothers.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. I watched his eyes dart back and forth like he was searching for answers. Is he not in control? Like when Namjoon almost kissed me after the gathering? I wanted to yell, but I was afraid that if Namjoon did come in, he would end up trying to kill Yoongi. I wanted Yoongi to stop, but I didn’t want them to try to kill each other. I didn’t want to be the cause of a rift in their friendship.
Yoongi’s head dipped down and his nose brushed along my neck. I closed my eyes tight, just wishing for him to stop. A disturbing thought popped up, what would it feel like to have his fangs sink into my throat and drink deeply? I could almost picture it happen and it disgusted the conscious side of me that berated me for betraying Namjoon if only in my thoughts, however unwelcome they were. He pulled away, and I opened my eyes again. Yoongi was staring at me like he was staring into my soul. And that’s when I felt it. The small tug inside of me, nothing more than a gentle pull, directing me towards Yoongi. In that moment, I knew; I knew that somehow, but without the jolt I’d had with Namjoon, Yoongi and I were already bonded as well.
“No.” The word slid out without even a thought. A single tear fell. I didn’t know how long ago it had happened, perhaps around the same time as Namjoon, but the two of us were bonded. I felt sick. I was disgusted at myself. Without my consent, I felt like I had betrayed Namjoon. I wasn’t attracted to Yoongi the way I was attracted to Namjoon and I didn’t feel towards Yoongi the way I felt towards Namjoon, but Yoongi and I were connected, bonded. Yoongi had said when Namjoon and I had bonded, that bonding just meant that the vampire had strong feelings for the person, not that the person felt it back. I didn’t have those feelings for Yoongi, but it still felt like a betrayal.
Yoongi lowered his eyes. “You feel it, don’t you?”
“I love Namjoon.”
“I know you do. It’s why I can’t help but hate him. But I hate myself more.” His hands slowly pulled away from the counter and then held my face. My hands came up to his chest and tried to push him away, but without much effort, he was far stronger than me. “I’m sorry.” Yoongi leaned in towards me. I felt him shaking. His face came closer and closer.
“Please don’t,” I quietly pleaded with him. Please don’t. God, please don’t.
His hands immediately let go of me. “Hurry and go,” came his strained voice.
Without another word needed, I rushed to the edge of the kitchen. I glanced back to see Yoongi gripping the edge of the counter hard enough that small pieces started to break off. Then I ran to the bathroom. I locked the door and kneeled next to the toilet feeling like I might throw up. Nothing came up except overwhelming guilt. A few more tears fell. I knew I hadn’t actually betrayed Namjoon, I had no choice in whatever bonding had occurred, but I still felt dirty, traitorous.
And more than that, I was afraid. Namjoon and Yoongi were both bonded to me. I loved Namjoon, which meant that Yoongi would likely continue to lose control. And since Yoongi was bonded to me, Namjoon would always feel overprotective. I was afraid what would happen between them if I stayed with Namjoon. But I didn’t want to leave. I couldn’t leave. He made me happy and I did the same for him. We were in love and I didn’t believe in hurting the ones you love in order to protect them. I felt like I couldn’t live with the guilt, but I was afraid to tell Namjoon. Where do I go from here?
Yeah, so like I said, you may or may not want to forgive me, lol. But hey, gotta make it some fun. I hope you're enjoying ;) At the same time, I feel bad for Yoongi. I'm sorry :(
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