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The Ties That Bind C15- Cravings
Hellos!!!! Here for the next chapter. I hope you've been enjoying the story thus far. I don't have a lot to say before this chapter, so I'll just get right to it.
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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, mentions of blood and violence. Mature warning, some sexual content and innuendo. Not as bad as the smut scenes though.
Beginning: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 14
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Sam POV
I was in pain, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that Namjoon was safe. I’d been so scared when I saw one of the vampires catch him off guard, allowing him to make that gash in Namjoon’s stomach. Namjoon’s retaliatory blow caved the vampire’s skull in, killing him instantly. My moment of fear stupidly allowed one of the other vampires to catch me off guard. I didn’t know how, but we managed to somehow kill the attacking vampires. Namjoon was severely injured but he refused to use my blood to heal himself, so I forced his hand. I cut a small line on my throat, attacking Namjoon’s self-control. I was vaguely aware of the vampire’s healing enzymes, but I didn’t know Namjoon would inject me with it to heal me.
I told this and everything else I could remember to the guys, to Jackie and Meg, who had taken over for the other enforcers, and to the two vampire enforcers who were taking statements as well. I told them everything the vampires had said and emphasized that it was an attack with the specific purpose of causing uproar. I had to make sure that none of the enforcers, on either side, leaked that it was anything more than an attack of opportunity. The girls said they would put it in their reports and make sure to get the other guys off everyone’s back and everyone promised to try to keep it as quiet as possible, though no one could say for certain what the other human and vampire enforcers would do.
People came to visit the both of us, many of them surprised to see us together. We joked about how this was a dramatic way to officially tell people about our relationship. Two days after the attack, I was cleared to leave, though I stayed at Namjoon’s bedside anyway. The doctors were amazed at the level of healing my body had done, all because of what Yoongi had done. Namjoon had to stay another day until he could be cleared and I couldn’t leave him there.
Yoongi tried to stay away and, at first, I wouldn’t let him. I wanted him to know how grateful I was for him doing what he did. Yoongi pulled me outside the room, away from the others and made me look him in the eyes. When I felt that pull again, this time stronger, and when I felt an itch along my neck where his fangs had pierced it, I knew that we couldn’t be too close. And I felt guilty; just as sharing blood had strengthened the tie between me and Namjoon, it had done the same to me and Yoongi. I couldn’t imagine how difficult it was for him.
I had been given extra time off of work because of the attack and I took advantage of it to take care of Namjoon at his apartment when he was released for the last few days. Aside from periodic pain, he seemed to be healing well. The doctors warned that though the skin was healed, everything beneath that would take more time. I loved having an excuse to stay by Namjoon’s side, to be his nurse. I could tell he was playing it up a little more than necessary just to make me stay longer. I never let him suspect I knew. He wanted me with him and I wanted to be with him.
The Thursday after the attack was the last day I had off. All the fear and relief from the last week culminated into a tension that the two of us could no longer ignore. Our fear of losing each other, everything we felt while taking care of each other, built up over that week. This time, Namjoon added extra blankets on top of the bed so as not to worry about ruining the regular bedsheets. The screams and cries, the moans and groans, the sounds of pleasure and pleasurable pain, echoed through the apartment for several hours. After, we fell into blissful sleep.
This time, it was my turn to wake up first. I managed to turn the alarm clock off before it could wake up Namjoon. I propped my pillow up under my head to better watch his face. He apparently didn’t move that much while asleep because he was in the same spooning position he’d fallen asleep in, snoring lightly the way he always did. Some people might’ve found it annoying, but I didn’t mind. I can put up with a thousand quirks as long as I can stay with him. Minutes silently ticked by as I watched him and thought about what the future might hold for us. I could see myself being with him forever. How was that possible in the relatively short time I’d known him?
He’d opened the door to my heart like it wasn’t even there and just walked straight in. He was a permanent fixture there. I touched my throat and barely felt the outline of the puncture wounds. I smiled; we were meant to be. Whatever force initially, and prematurely, bound us together, had been right, we were bondmates.
I checked the digital clock again and sighed. I needed to shower after last night and then I had to leave. I didn’t want to wake him, but I hoped that he would wake up on his own before I left. I wanted to tell him I loved him before I left and wanted to see his beautiful dimpled smile tell me he loved me back. I had ironed my uniform last night before… well, before I was distracted. I hung it up on the back of the bathroom door. I smiled when I saw the towels Namjoon had bought just for me and the bathing supplies I’d left after the first night I’d showered at his place. Namjoon had never called to say I’d left them, as if they were exactly where they were supposed to be.
I ran the water while I got undressed. It only took seconds for the water to turn hot. I stepped in and let out a pleasant sigh. The water was nice and hot and felt so good on the sore parts of my body. I smirked recalling the events that led me to being so sore. I had only gotten as far as washing the shampoo out of my hair when cool arms wrapped around my waist and abdomen.
I gasped from the temperature difference and surprise. “Oppa—“
“Did you sleep well?” Namjoon’s gravelly sleep voice sent shivers down my spine. His voice was so sexy, especially in the morning… and when I made him moan my name.
“Of course.” My hands traced over his arms and I turned to face him. “How about you… oppa?”
“Mmhm. You really wore me out,” he smirked. “You surprised me last night. I still can’t believe you don’t have a gag reflex.” I mentally patted myself on the back. I’d made him say my name so many times it was like a mantra. “And how did you learn… all of that… other stuff?”
“I watched a video.” I ran a finger down from his forehead, down his nose, resting on his lips for a second before tracing down his chin, jaw, and neck.
His eyes narrowed. I watched the irises slowly turn to the dark red I loved. “Which video?”
“Actually, it was a few of them. Hoseok said they were your favorites.”
He growled. “I don’t know whether to be angry that you talked to Hoseok about it, embarrassed that you know, or really turned on that you watched them.”
“First, I didn’t talk about it, the guys were just talking and I was eavesdropping.” My hand slowly descended down his chest. “Second, I’ve learned that pretty much every male, and a lot of females, watch porn recreationally, so nothing to be embarrassed about.” Down his abdomen. “And third, you’re definitely turned on.” I gripped his half-hardened member, making him groan and bury his face in my neck. I began pumping it slowly, twisting my hand, gripping it tighter at rhythmically, just like I’d seen in one of the videos. Namjoon’s hot breath was ragged against my throat and his groans grew louder. I wondered how many times I could make him call my name today.
“God… you’re really, ugh, good. But…” He grabbed my hand and pulled it off of him. “I need to be in you.”
“Where?” I asked with a smirk. I pulled my hand away. “Here?” I put two fingers of the hand I’d gripped him with against my lips and licked them from base to tip. The taste offered so many promises. Namjoon shuddered pleasantly. “Or here?” My fingers trailed down between my breasts and down to my lower lips.
He cupped my womanhood and let a finger tease my entrance. “Here. I can already hear what I did to your throat last night. Gotta make sure you can talk at work today.”
My eyes widened when I remembered what the purpose was for the shower in the first place. “Ah! Work!” I quickly stepped away and grabbed for the soap, frantic that I not be late. “I have to—“
Namjoon pulled me back against him. “I changed the time on the clock. It’s an hour early.”
I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “You did?”
Namjoon nodded. “I wanted to try this with you and I didn’t want you to worry about being late.” I bit my lip in consideration. Was an hour enough time to chance it? Namjoon’s hands snaked down my front again. “Promise. Besides, could you really leave me like this?” He pressed his front against me, letting me feel all of him, and I easily gave in.
Turning around I said, “Okay, but I can’t be la—“ Namjoon cut me off with an aggressive kiss. I melted against him.
Namjoon’s hands came down to grip my rear. “Jump,” he murmured against my mouth.
I did so without hesitation. Immediately, Namjoon’s foot slipped on the wet floor and we almost fell. Our pleasure was full of slips, almost-falls, and a lot of laughter. But, damn, it was worth it. And, as they say, practice makes perfect. We would be sure to practice a lot more. When everything finally calmed, Namjoon still held me against him. He kissed me passionately and I returned it.
“God, I love you so much,” he told me when we had to stop for air.
“I love you too, dimples.” Namjoon smiled. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Well, you’ll never have to worry about that, my beautiful, feisty woman. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”
“Good.”
“And I’m not gonna let you go anywhere either.”
“There’s no place I’d rather be.” I leaned up and pressed my forehead against his. We stayed like that for a minute, letting the still hot water run over and between us. “Let’s clean up?” I suggested. Our extra time was too short for anything more.
Namjoon nodded. “I’ll help you first.” I grabbed my shower scrunci and Namjoon poured my body wash on it. It was body wash he’d bought for me claiming that since I wouldn’t pamper myself, he would. With gentle hands, he washed my front, caressing my breasts and running his fingers along my scars. It was gentle and loving. When he finished, he turned me around and started washing my back. “Have you ever considered…” For some reason, he was hesitating.
“Considered what?” I asked looking back at him. Namjoon gently turned my head forward. Why doesn’t he want me to look at him while he asks?
“Have you ever…” He let out a shaky breath and paused. “Never mind.”
I turned around and held his face delicately. What is he so afraid to ask me? “What is it? You can ask me anything. Don’t be scared. I love you and nothing will change that.”
Namjoon smiled hesitantly. “I’ve been thinking… and I was wondering if you had too… about maybe… moving in with me?” My heart started racing. He quickly added, “It doesn’t have to be a complete move-in, you could just move in what you want and you could still keep your place. Or maybe just for a few days during the week. I just…” He looked me in the eyes. “I love falling asleep with your body against mine. I love waking up in the morning knowing you’re right there. I love cooking together and eating together. I love feeling like… like this isn’t just my place anymore; it’s kind of ours. It’s not a bachelor pad anymore, or whatever the hell it’s called.”
It was exactly what I’d wanted to hear and exactly what I wanted to say but had been too afraid to say. He was probably scared too. He looked away. “But you don’t have to. I know we’re moving fast and I’m sure you like having your own space. I just, I don’t know. But, um, that’s alright. If you don’t want to, we can just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
When I didn’t move or say anything, Namjoon looked up at me. I kept my expression blank, hoping he couldn’t see the absolute happiness his words brought me. I wondered if he’d thought about it as long as I had. “I can see it’s been on your mind for a while. When did you first think about it?”
“I don’t know. It’s been in the back of my head for a while. Maybe it was back when you first spent the night. Or maybe the first night we slept together. It was definitely before we incidentally tried it out this week.”
I kissed him lightly. “I wish you’d asked me earlier. We could’ve done it for longer. I’ve been thinking about it about as long as you.”
Namjoon’s eyes went wide. “Is that… is that a ‘yes’?”
“Yes, it is,” I confirmed, now showing my feelings.
Namjoon grabbed my face and kissed all over it, saying one word between each kiss. “I. Love. You. So. Much. I’m. So. Happy! How. Are. You. So. Perfect?” I giggled at his silly antics. When we were together, I often forgot how old we actually were.
“Oppa, I have to wash up,” I whined playfully.
“Anything for my feisty.” Namjoon looked like he was flying as high as me while we continued getting ready.
Narrator POV
While they were getting ready, Namjoon received a text from Yoongi asking to talk to him. Namjoon excused himself from the table and went into the bedroom while Sam continued eating.
Yoongi answered on the second ring. “Hey, hyung. You needed to talk to me?”
“Yeah…” Namjoon could sense Yoongi’s hesitation.
“Okay. What’s it about?”
“It’s… it’s about Sam…” Yoongi’s voice was quiet. Namjoon sat down on his bed. He knew what the problem had to be.
“Cravings?” he asked hesitantly.
It was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry.” Namjoon felt a twinge of protective anger, but he quickly wiped it away. After all, it was Namjoon’s fault. Even though it was needed to save Sam’s life, he was the one who pleaded with Yoongi to do it. He had known what the consequences would be and had completely accepted it. The cravings would become stronger and stronger until they eventually calmed down. That’s when it would be better for Yoongi to have the blood procedure to have it flushed out of his system.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, hyung. I told you we’d work it out. I have to talk to Sam and tell her. She already knows to expect it.” He and Sam had talked about it a lot after he was discharged.
“You’re going to have the blood drawn at the hospital, right? And then bring it back? I can probably wait another week if she’s busy.”
“She’ll have some time at the beginning of next week. And it’d be better if you came with. The fresher and warmer the blood, the more it’ll help the craving.”
“Talk to Sam. She—“ Yoongi words caught in his throat. “She might not like that.”
“Hyung, we talked. She understands. We’re both grateful for you saving her life. That’s why we said, no matter what, we wouldn’t let you do the procedure first. It would cause you too much pain. Once it settles, then it won’t hurt. That’s what we said and that’s what we told you. She’s not afraid of you.”
Yoongi paused, unsure if he should ask what he wanted to. “Has she…”
“She hasn’t said.” Namjoon said a little too shortly making Yoongi wince on the other line. “Sorry, you know I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. It’s just that part of me.”
“I know.”
“I’ll talk to her about it, I promise.”
“Oppa, you’re food’s getting cold.” Yoongi froze at the sound of Sam’s voice coming in over the line. Sam was there with him in the morning. Yoongi unconsciously licked his lips while simultaneously gripping the phone tighter in anger. He hated himself for that feeling.
“I have to go, hyung,” Namjoon told him.
“Right. Tell Sam to have a good day at work.” Then he hung up the phone. He fell back onto his bed. He didn’t mean to snap at Namjoon, he just couldn’t help it. Hearing Sam’s voice… Yoongi was aware by now that his feelings extending to more than just whatever bond they had, he actually cared for her. As much as he knew he shouldn’t, he did. And that was part of why he hated himself so much. If he could get over his feelings, maybe it would help make the bond go away. But who could tell? They somehow bonded without him even knowing her well enough to have feelings for her.
Maybe it would be better if he just got the procedure done instead. It was painful, but he could flush out whatever DNA markers from her blood had been absorbed by his body. It usually helped people. No one completely understood the process of bonding and how drinking the blood tied them together, but there were several experimental procedures that sometimes worked. Maybe that would be better…
Back in Namjoon’s apartment, Namjoon was back at the kitchen table. He’d been quiet since sitting back down. All he could think about was the question Yoongi asked without actually asking, was Sam starting to feel the cravings as well? Sam had admitted that with Namjoon, she started craving him drinking her blood the day before the attack, around the same time Namjoon had felt the craving as well. But neither had been particularly strong, yet. Namjoon wondered how long Yoongi had been putting up with the craving and how long Sam had felt it. It was possible she hadn’t felt it yet, but it was also possible that she was afraid or ashamed to tell Namjoon.
Namjoon was snapped out of his thoughts when Sam’s hands grabbed his. “Is something wrong, oppa? Was the call something bad?”
“H-huh? Not exactly. Why?”
“I… I called your name several times. You look lost in thought.”
Namjoon held her hand. “Hyung was calling. Yoongi-hyung.” He felt her hand twitch.
“What was he calling for?” she asked quietly. Her free hand scratched at her neck, right where Yoongi had bitten her.
Namjoon sighed. “How long have you felt it?”
“F-felt…?”
“It’s okay. I’m not mad. We discussed this, remember?”
Sam looked down and bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to…”
“I know. I just need to know how bad it is.”
“Not bad. Right now, it just kind of feels… like… I don’t know. My neck just feels kind of itchy. But… a pleasant itchy. Right where… right where he bit me. It’s not like what I felt with you. With you, I felt it in my chest too. I felt like I was missing something, like I wasn’t completely whole. I missed you and I missed the feeling of you drinking from me. It was more than just on a physical level though. But with Yoongi, it’s just…” She looked away.
“You can tell me.”
“I… I want him to bite me.” Sam became visibly upset. “I don’t want him to, but I want him to.” Her words started speeding up. “I feel like that’s the only thing that’ll make it go away. And that’s why we have to do this at the hospital. I don’t want him to bite me because I don’t want to give in because I know where it’ll lead. It’ll only get worse until it randomly gets better. I just want to want you. And I know this was the price for saving my life. That’s why I’m not mad at him. He has to drink my blood or bad things will happen to him. For me, though, I can try to get through it. You said that for both vampires and humans, if they manage to push through it, that desire will go away. But with vampires, it was more dangerous. And I don’t want to put Yoongi in that danger. It’s not his fault and he’s a friend.”
Namjoon moved to the chair next to Sam and held her against him. He could feel her anxiety. “Babe, I told you before. I don’t want him to drink from you either. I wouldn’t want anyone to. And yes, people have pushed through it. Usually, if it’s only once, it’s not too difficult. But there’s something off in the bond you have with him. It’s not a normal one, it’s a lot stronger. I don’t know why, no one does. Jin tried looking into it, but he couldn’t find anything concrete. And since your bond is abnormal, I’m guessing that everything between you guys will be abnormal. For most people, cutting it off instead of letting it run its natural course can be something like going through withdrawals of sorts. I don’t want him to bite you, but at the same time, I don’t want you to go through the difficulties that might come up.”
“What should we do then?”
“Take it day by day. Hyung said he’d probably be fine for another week, but I doubt it. Given the extenuating circumstances, I’d have to say, it’s your body, so I can’t tell you to let him or not let him. Take some time and decide. I’ll be okay with whichever you choose. Just don’t hurt yourself because of it.”
“Okay… Okay. We’ll figure it out. Together."
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Decisions, decisions. I feel bad for them, but it was necessary afterall. I wonder if the bonds of friendship between all of them is enough for them to get through this unscathed, hehehe. Only one way to find out.

Now, enough of my evil. I've been very bad about working on my writing because I was stupid enough to start a game that I had no idea how involving it would be. Literally 100 hours in and I'm finally about to finish my first playthrough. I'll hopefully have the self-control to take a break before I start the second playthrough. DAMN YOU BIOWARE!!!

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Good job.
2 months ago·Reply
@JaxomB lol, thanks
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