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Hello! So, I decided to post a little early. I'm gonna try to adjust my schedule to see if I can get three in a week. Fingers crossed. I'm also trying to buy a keyboard for my kindle so I could work on the story while in Korea. Hopefully it'll get to me before I go. Also, I decided to do this one early to torture you all a bit. You'll see what I mean.
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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. Some sexual content, just this side of smut.
Beginning: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 17
Narrator POV
The next morning, Namjoon woke up to an empty bed. Where Sam had been laying was already cool. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, looking around the room.
“Sam?” She wasn’t in the room. He quickly slipped his clothes on and padded out of the room. The smell of delicious food assaulted his senses as soon as he opened the door. He smiled happily and went to the kitchen. Sam’s attention was torn between cooking and something she was reading. “Morning, feisty.”
Sam turned around, surprised for only a moment. “Morning, dimples,” she replied. “Sleep well?”
“Like the dead. I don’t know how you could get up so early today.”
“Unfortunately, an idea on the case woke me up. Once I woke up, I couldn’t go back to sleep until I figured it out. Still haven’t, but figured making breakfast while I worked on it would be more productive.” Namjoon was already behind her, arms around her, kissing along her neck.
“Sorry about work. And sorry cause it was my turn to cook.”
“It’s fine. Like I said, I was up anyway.”
“This our case?” he asked, peering at the stack of papers.
“Kinda. These are cases related to the gang that attacked us. I’m trying to figure out the link between all of them and how the gang got to them. Some are obvious, others are way out of left field. It’s frustrating.”
“It’s so sexy to see you working so hard,” Namjoon growled playfully.
“No,” Sam said, turning off the stove.
“No, what?”
“No to whatever you’re thinking. I don’t even know how—no, you’re a vampire so that actually makes sense. But remember, I’m human. I only have so much stamina.”
Namjoon chuckled. “Why would you automatically assume—“
“You’re a male and you’re you.”
Namjoon pretended to think about it. “True. But this time, I was simple stating an observation.”
“I hope so. Go set the table.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he saluted. She pushed him away playfully.
Getting the plates down, Namjoon brushed against the precariously stacked papers making them tip and slide down the counter top.
“Oppaaaa,” Sam whined. “Why are you so clumsy?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Because I can’t be too perfect?” Sam laughed and grabbed the other food. Namjoon started restacking the papers. A picture caught his attention and his blood ran cold. He gingerly pulled the paper away from the stack. “What’s this?”
Sam, having not seen his change in demeanor, hopped over to his side. “Mm? Oh, the gang that attacked us, that’s the brand they use on their members. The members usually have other tattoos as well, but they brand their people. Tattoos can be removed with procedures or even just cutting the skin off. The vampire’s skin will grow back normal. It would be too easy for their members to just leave so they brand them with a nasty concoction that basically scars everything including under the skin. If a vampire tries to remove it, it’ll grow back with the same scar. It’s disturbing but ingenious, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon replied quietly.
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked worriedly, his tone having given him away.
“Hm?” He snapped back into it. “Nothing. Just hungry.” He forced a smile. “Let’s eat.” Sam frowned, but Namjoon just finished stacking the papers. “Let’s eat,” he directed them to the table. Sam wondered if Namjoon knew something, but she let it pass. He would say something if it was important. Namjoon kissed Sam as he saw her out the door for work. She had to leave a little earlier than him. Finished getting ready, Namjoon waited until Sam would’ve taken the elevator and then he grabbed his things and took the elevator as well. Two floors up. Namjoon knocked on the door. Impatient, he rang the bell several times when there was no answer. The door opened.
“Jeez, Namjoon, calm down,” Yoongi said, half dressed. “I’m not late, you didn’t have to come and get me.”
“Hyung, I need to see your back.”
“What?” Yoongi asked, completely confused.
“Your shoulder, I need to see it. I have to check.”
“Check what?”
Namjoon looked behind him. “Can I come in?”
Yoongi just stared. “Why?”
“It’s important, hyung!” Yoongi looked at Namjoon in surprise. Namjoon was raising his voice at him.
“Is it Sam?”
“No—kinda. Just—let me in.” Yoongi sighed and stepped aside to let him in. Namjoon went straight to the living room.
“Okay, Namjoon,” Yoongi said, following him in. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to see that scar on your shoulder blade.”
Yoongi froze. “Why?”
“Stop asking questions and please just do it,” Namjoon said, exasperated. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him but decided to oblige him anyway. He was only in his undershirt so he turned around and pulled it up to his shoulders. He heard Namjoon let out a shaky breath. He let the shirt drop.
“What’s going on?” Now Yoongi was worried. Namjoon pulled out a folded paper from his pocket and opened it, showing the picture to Yoongi. “Where’d you get that?” Yoongi asked, upset.
“It’s a picture from one of the people who attack me and Sam. Sam said this was their gang’s brand. Is it them?”
Yoongi looked away. “Yeah. Shit…”
“Hyung, you don’t know any—“ Yoongi’s glare caused the words to disappear right out of Namjoon’s mouth.
“No. You know I don’t have anything to do with them and I haven’t since I managed to get out. The fact that you would even suggest—“
“I wasn’t. Not at all. I just know you know other people who got out and I was wondering if you’d heard anything. It would help Sam.”
“Don’t tell her.” Yoongi’s eyes pleaded. “Please don’t tell her. I don’t want her to think any less of me. I swear I haven’t heard anything or I sure as hell wouldn’t have let them attack you like that. I swear. Just please,” Yoongi grabbed Namjoon’s arm, “don’t tell her. I got out. I’ve been out. And you know I never wanted to be there in the first place. I have nothing to do with them and they have nothing to do with me. Please…”
Namjoon let out a sigh. “I won’t…” His hands brushed through his hair. “God, I hope she doesn’t ask me again. I already lied to her once.”
“You—You did?”
“Well, more averted rather than outright lying, though I still didn’t like doing it. I won’t tell her, but… you know she won’t judge you right? If you tell her, she’ll know you didn’t have a choice. She won’t hold it against you.”
Yoongi didn’t answer.
“But like I said, I won’t tell her. Hyung.” Namjoon smiled reassuringly. Yoongi returned it with a wane smile.
“Thanks, Joon. You always have my back.”
“Of course, hyung.” Namjoon’s eyes found the clock on the wall. “Now, you really do have to hurry or you’ll run late.”
Yoongi’s eyes followed Namjoon, widening when he saw the time. “Shit.” Then he ran to his room.
Still concerned about whatever Namjoon had been hiding from me, I got to work to news of another hit by the Draculs. Their latest victim, a vampire, coupled with a few other cases made it obvious that their goal lay, not only in creating articulated chaos, but in stopping the progress of alliances between humans and vampires by using very specific deaths. Mine was supposed to set people off on a frenzy for retribution as well as a few other less fortunate victims. But they were also killing people simply for the sake of stopping progress. I worried for those I had met at the gathering and for Namjoon and the others. With their jobs, they could be in danger too. And, of course, equalist enforcers, both vampire and human, would be in danger as well.
A few of the others and I started a list of possible next victims in hope of warning them and possibly catching someone in the act if at all possible. If we were able to take someone alive and make them talk, we’d be set.
I received a few texts throughout the day from Namjoon. His silly, sweet little messages about missing me and wishing I was there with him made me smile. Yukiko, a new addition to the force whom I had started to become friends with, teased me about my smiling. She’d just gotten married a couple months previous so she was all too familiar with the lovey dovey romance stuff. We were working the same neighborhoods for the day and we would talk when we would park our motorcycles along our rounds. She was nice and very clever. There were only a couple calls for us that day and then we parted ways.
I went back to Namj—no, our place, where Namjoon already had a simple dinner waiting. Dinner was fast as I had to rush back to my paperwork. Namjoon also had some work on his computer so the two of us set up in the living room. I leaned against Namjoon’s legs as I sat on the floor and he on the couch. I apparently fell asleep because when I woke up later, it was dark and I was in bed. Namjoon was curled up behind me, spooning me. His gentle snoring lulled me into safety. I loved having him right there. I held his hand that rested on my stomach. This was it. This was how it was supposed to be. This is how I could imagine spending the rest of my life.
I turned to face him. Even though I could barely see him from the wane moonlight filtering through the curtains, I continued to stare. I thought about our future. That thought kind of scared me. I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, but would I be with him for the rest of his? Vampires lived longer than humans, usually about twice as long. We were about the same age. If I stayed as a human, he would outlive me by another lifetime. But… would I be willing to let him turn me? Could I be a vampire? Would I be able to handle that? If they let me keep my job, I would have to switch forces. Everything would change. I would outlive all my friends, Granny, her family, everyone I knew except the few vampires I knew.
But if I stayed human, I would age far faster than him. And… we could never have children. Vampires and humans couldn’t have children, it was a genetic impossibility. Although… I didn’t even know if it was possible for me to have a child at all. After my stabbing, the doctors were concerned about my ability to have children in the future. Did Namjoon even want a family? Did he even want to marry me? No, no. He definitely did. He wanted me as his bondmate. He wanted us to be tied together forever, or however long that would be for us. For me. Would he want to turn me?
His snoring stopped and I realized I was touching his face. I quickly pulled my hand back, afraid of waking him. He let out a soft sigh and pulled me closer to him.
“Feisty,” he called softly.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“No, it’s okay. I didn’t tell you goodnight earlier, so I can tell you now.” He smiled sleepily, his dimples even more prominent with their shadows. His eyes opened and I found myself pulled into his orbit. He frowned and set his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing under my eyes, next to my nose. He sat up quickly and turned to bedside lamp on. “What’s wrong?” There was almost no trace of sleep in his voice.
“Hm?” I touched my eyes and felt the trail from the fallen tears. I quickly wiped them away. “N-nothing. It was probably just a bad dream. I didn’t even know—“
I looked away. “Another time when it’s not the middle of the night. We both have work tomorrow.”
“Feisty, there’s no way I can fall asleep until I know what’s wrong. You’re not one to cry often so I know it’s important. Is it work? Or is it something else?”
I sat up slowly. I was still sleepy, but Namjoon was at least as stubborn as me. I curled into him and slowly told him about the thoughts that had briefly played through my head, the last one being if I was just a crazy woman. He let me vent my questions and internal debate, chuckling at the last question.
“You’re definitely a crazy woman,” he assured me, “but you’re my crazy woman.” I hit him lightly and he laughed, shaking my shoulders playfully. “Though,” he said loudly, “not for the reasons you’re suggesting. To start,” he kissed my head, “I have in fact thought about our future. Our entire relationship has been fast and I don’t mind that at all. I’m actually really happy about it. But I don’t want us to worry about all the work stuff going on right now. When it calms down, I plan on asking you to marry me,” I blushed and he smiled, “and having us do the official bonding ritual. I want to be yours and I want to make you mine.”
He held my hand as he looked in my eyes for the next part. “As for turning you, that’s a decision you have to make. I have my opinion on it, of course, but it’s your body, your life. And I won’t be the guy that tells you what to do with it. If you want to stay human, I would still stay with you for all the time we have. I love you no matter what and I support you. Your work and your friends are important and I wouldn’t ask you to turn your life upside down if that wasn’t 100% what you wanted.” I squeezed his hand. “And if you want to become a vampire, I will use all of my power to make sure that things would stay the same as much as they could for you with your work. Your relationships would change, but I will be here the whole time. I will be with you no matter what.
“And kids…” I looked down. His hand gently guided me back to look at him. “I do want a family. I want us to have a beautiful family that’s just ours.” He yawned. “Sorry.” “No, no, I said we should do this—“
“No. It’s troubling you and we definitely need to talk about it. You have to know so you can sleep peacefully and be comfortable during all the other times.”
“But—“ His lips cut me off and I melted into him. He gently parted our lips.
“Like I was saying,” he chuckled and I pushed him playfully, “I do want a family. But family doesn’t have to be blood. Just ask my brothers or Granny. Family can be who you choose. I would be happy to adopt. There’s no shortage of children who need a good home, especially during this time. Hell, even if we did have our own kids, we could still adopt. I know that you’ll be an amazing mom and even if we couldn’t have our own kids, whether from you staying human or if you were unable to have a child, or, I mean, I don’t even know if I can have kids if you think about it. But whatever it is, we’ll get through it. Because we have each other. Right?”
I nodded and kissed him. Every word he said gave me strength. He knew exactly the words to say. And the best part was, he meant it all. We slipped back under the covers and continued kissing. The undertone suggest it might turn into something more but we were both tired.
He chuckled as he pulled away and turned the light off. He came back and I moved up slightly. “What’re you doing?”
“We’re both tired, so don’t even think about it. But…” I patted my chest and I could see him smile. His arms wrapped around me and his head settled on my chest, just above my breast.
“Your heartbeat is fast.” There was already sleep seeping into his voice.
“That’s because you’re here.”
“I think you’ve been hanging around the guys too much, you’re starting to sound like Jin with all his cheesiness.” We both chuckled. I brushed my fingers through his hair.
“I love you, dimples.”
“Love you too, feisty.” He was back asleep less than a minute later and I, with my mind once again at ease, followed right after.
The weeks that followed were perfect, too perfect in fact. At work, we were starting to unravel the intricate network of the disturbing plot. It was made more disturbing by the discovery that a well-known elitist human gang, the Supremes (still no points for originality), was in on the plan as well. The Draculs and Supremes hated each other, but they apparently hated the idea of peace even more. At least it explained why there were so many holes in our original theory. In discovering these things, we were able to start working towards a plan to take all of them down. As a whole, the vampire and human enforcers worked together as we had never had to before.
At home, things were progressing very nicely. I had almost all of my stuff at Namjoon’s and was just trying to screw up the last bit of courage to make the final move. Since I owned my apartment, I figured I could either ‘rent’ it out to someone who couldn’t afford a regular place and maybe just have it cycled through until they could get on their feet again or give it to the equalist group so that they’d have another safe house if they needed it. I would talk to Namjoon about it.
We had a few more hangout days with all the guys. I even met Jin’s girlfriend, Jimin’s girlfriend, and Hoseok’s on-and-off girlfriend who was also, surprisingly, a human. I guess that’s why he didn’t seem as fazed about Namjoon and me dating. They also encouraged me to bring a friend sometime so I brought Meg. Though shy at first, Taehyung seemed to take a liking to her and the two had talked most of that night with Jungkook dividing his attention between them and us. Namjoon always sat on one side of me while Jungkook claimed the other side, holding onto my arm. He and Tae acted like the little brothers I never had.
Yoongi and I got along just like best friends and I couldn’t be happier. Sometimes, he seemed to stand at a distance from me, but for the most part, everything was good. And anyway, I completely understood.
Finally, I was ready for the next step. I told Namjoon that I needed to get the last things from my apartment and then I wasn’t ever planning on living there again. He was ecstatic. I knew he knew what I’d been doing and I loved him for his patience and understanding. I went to the apartment after work and starting packing away my last few belongings. I held onto the pendant from my necklace I was wearing. I almost never took it off. I needed the strength now. One last thing to grab, my family photo. Once that was gone from the apartment, I was gone.
The sudden knocking on the door confused me. I looked through the peephole to see a bouquet of black velvet roses in front. They were my favorite and even more so since their color reminded me of Namjoon. I smiled and opened the door.
“Hey, beautiful,” Namjoon said as he walked in, handing me the flowers already in a vase.
“Hey yourself,” I laughed. “Surprised to see you here. You didn’t need to come, it’s a small bag.”
His eyes flashed red. “I definitely needed to come.” My breath caught in my throat. He’s not thinking—no way.
“Oppa…” He smirked and I knew he knew I knew. Sly bastard. “No. Wait till we get back to your place.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.
“But we’ve never done it here.” His voice was low and full of temptation. “And tomorrow’s Saturday. Neither of us have to work.” I shivered pleasantly.
“And th-that’s why you have these, mm, in a vase a-already…” I was having trouble thinking while his lips caressed my neck. We’d been together so many times, but every time seemed to make me melt like it did the first time. This time was no exception. He walked me backwards slowly so I could set the flowers on the kitchen counter. As soon as the glass touched the counter, his fangs sank into my neck. I let out a pleasurable, whining moan. I felt him smirk and then he began to drink. That wonderfully beautiful, pleasant feeling of him drinking from me was like an aphrodisiac. One hand found its way to his hair, holding him there firmly, while the other hand trailed down his front and grasping his hardening member. He gasped against my neck and I started moving my hand up and down against the material of his pants.
His lips detached from my neck and his forehead rested against the crook of my neck as he began moaning in pleasure. I removed my hand and his dilated eyes looked up at me, a dangerous expression on his face. I smirked and slipped my hand between his pants and his shirt and into his briefs. Always briefs on work days. I grasped his member and began pumping slowly, as much as I could with all the clothing constraints. His head fell back in pleasure and it was my turn to attack his neck. For a brief second, I wondered, if I was a vampire, what his blood would taste like right now. Would he be affected by the drinking as much as I was?
I bit down and he growled. Looking at me once again, he pulled my hand out. “Babe, I need you right now.” His hands grabbed my butt, pulling me up, and I wrapped my legs around him immediately. We clumsily made our way back to the almost completely bare bedroom. We fell onto the bed hard enough to move the mattress and knock over the entire side table. The few things left on it fell to the ground and I heard the small lamp shatter. “Sorry,” he murmured against my lips while his hands expertly unbuttoned my uniform.
“It’s fine,” I breathily replied. “Didn’t need—it anyway.”
“True.” My fingers worked at his shirt as well. Aside from that clumsy mistake, the rest of the night went perfectly. It was the perfect way to say goodbye to the place. It turned out to also be the way to say goodbye to each other.
Narrator POV
The next morning, Sam was the first one up again. She only had a few minutes to soak in the sight, and sound, of Namjoon sleeping before he woke up as well.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Sam cooed. Namjoon smiled and pecked her on the forehead.
“Morning. Mm, you feel a little warm.” He gently touched her forehead with his hand. Before Namjoon could wake up more, Sam slipped out of bed. “Hey, where’re you going?”
“Bathroom. I hafta pee. Is that allowed?” Sam called back as she shut the door.
“Like a heavenly waterfall,” Namjoon teased.
“Shut up!” Sam yelled back in a higher pitch.
Namjoon laughed and sat up. He was about to step on the floor when he remembered the previous night. Looking down, he saw pieces of glass and ceramic everywhere. He panicked when he recognized the back of what was obviously a picture frame. Her family picture was on the ground, the glass probably completely destroyed. He snatched it up and turned it over. He was right, the cracks in the glass looked like a spider web. He sighed and turned it over, flipping the latch and taking the picture out. He turned it over, smiling. His smile dropped along with the frame. His heart went wild, not knowing whether to race or stop completely.
“Angel,” he whispered. The bathroom door opened.
“I already packed everything so there’s no toothbrushes.” She started laughing. “You’re not allowed to kiss me until we get to your…” She trailed off when she saw the bewildered expression on Namjoon’s face. “What’s wr—“
“Angel?” She looked at him in confusion and he moved to the edge of the bed. “You’re Angel?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I asked you to not call me that.”
“It’s not… not possible.” He stood up. “You’re our Angel?”
“Namjoon,” she warned.
“It’s me—“
“Ari…” He held up the picture of her family. It was taken only a week before they were killed. He pointed to the 13-year-old Sam. “You’re Angel.”
Sam froze. Her chest ached painfully just at hearing his name. And then she was upset, why was Namjoon playing this game with her? “Don’t play games like that with me,” she barely managed to say.
“I’m not.”
“I told you his name before. Why are you doing—“
“You never said that name,” Namjoon cut her off as he stood up. “If you had, I would’ve known then. I wouldn’t’ve have let it go on this long…”
Her hand started to reach out but she pulled it back. “You’re not Ari, you’re Namjoon. You’re Namjoon.” And then things started to make sense. His dimples were the same, that initial sense of familiarity, parts of his story of him as a child, all the little breadcrumbs that should’ve made it obvious to her. “Ari…”
Okay, hopefully the pic wasn't too much. Also, please don't hate me. I wouldn't blame you, but at least wait another chapter or so, though I won't say whether you'll hate me more or less, lol. Golden kudos to @VeronicaArtino for calling it, at least out loud. I tried to not make it too obvious, but I did want it to be a very real possibility. Hopefully that's how it came out. I didn't want to completely jump the shark. I'll try to update the next chapter on Friday so that you won't have to suffer too long. Fingers crossed.
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I had the feeling it was them for the longest time but I finally decided to voice it last chapter....I'm so excited for the upcoming plot twists. I got the idea though because of Yoongi being bonded to her. . love this story and your writing and all the little plot twists and subtle hints
@VeronicaArtino ah, good good. I wanted people to think maybe it was possible without it being glaringly obvious but also without it being completely out of left field. And thank you, I never know how it'll turn out because I'm the one writing so I know what I'm thinking. I never know if it's too obvious or too subtle. Glad I'm doing well. Thank you!! It makes me very happy.