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Warning: May contain violence, language, and blood. MATURE WARNING!!! SMUT!!!
Beginning: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 24
Next: Chapter 26
It was quiet for a few moments. Then Sam spoke up. “Why… Why did you run out of my apartment? I… I thought… You left right after I told you about the cravings. I thought you thought I was disgusting for having them and for allowing myself to be fed on like I was, but… you knew it was from you. So… why did you just leave like that?” His shoulders dropped down even further.
“Because… I realized it was my fault your family was killed.”
“The people who killed your family were my old gang, the ones who beat me up the previous day. They were looking for me and targeted your family because they were fucking bored.” Yoongi dropped off the couch onto his knees, his palms resting firmly on his thighs, arms bent, as he lowered his head to Sam. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he cried. “I was a coward. I saw them in the woods and I heard them talking about going after a family and I just hid. I ran for a payphone, but it took too damn long. If I’d—If I’d just showed myself, your family would still be alive.”
Sam dropped down and wrapped him in a hug. Namjoon watched silently, knowing this was something they had to take care of between themselves.
“You’re wrong. You’re wrong about all of that. In fact, it’s backwards.”
“That gang was out for my family. They were there to kill my family. You were just unlucky enough to get mixed up with it.”
Yoongi looked up at her, his eyes still holding tears that were threating to join the others which had already dropped onto his pants. “I don’t—I don’t understand. There’s no reason for them to go after—“
“My parents were scientists on the team that helped to invent the blood supplements.” Both men looked at her in surprise. “Everyone involved in the project was killed on the same day at the same time so there would be no chance for people to protect themselves. In fact, the only reason why I’m still alive was because I was late coming home after being upset and because you called the enforcers. If you hadn’t, I would’ve been dead. If you had confronted them in the woods, they would’ve just beaten you and taken you with when they killed my family. Maybe they would’ve had you watch or maybe they would’ve forced you to participate. You know how disturbed they were. And if you hadn’t called the enforcers, I would be dead and you would be brainwashed and part of the gang. You did the only thing you had the power to do. And I’m so sorry you blamed yourself these past weeks.”
His head turned slightly and now his breath ghosted along her neck. Sam couldn’t help but shiver. Of all the times… she’d had cravings for Yoongi as well the last weeks, but she couldn’t deal with it right now. Not with what they were talking through, not with Namjoon being right there, and not with Namjoon wanting to wait even for them.
She pulled away and held him at arm’s length. “We’re all at fault for the mistakes, for the assumptions, for the consequences. But, it was 17 years ago. If I can let it go, can’t you? Both of you? I just… I want us to be able to get past this and be stronger than we were before. Our love,” she was looking at Namjoon, “our friendship,” she looked to Yoongi, “your brotherhood,” she indicated between the two, “that’s more important than something that happened a lifetime ago. Right?”
With only a moment of hesitation, Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, yeah it is. I’ll… I’ll try to not hate myself for what I did then, though I can’t say the same about this recent time, but I don’t hate you, hyung. Please don’t hate yourself either. And please forgive me for what I did to you and to both of you.”
Yoongi wordlessly nodded his agreement and the three hugged. After a couple seconds, Yoongi maneuvered himself away and stood up. Clearing his throat and trying to put up his tough façade, he said, “I think that’s enough touchy-feely for the next year, don’t you think?” He wiped at his eyes.
The two chuckled and joined him in standing. “I’ll admit, now that I think of it, it is strange to see you like this, hyung. Not that I’m complaining.”
Yoongi let out a small smile. “I think I should leave you two to… whatever it is you guys’ll do now.”
“Yoongi,” Sam spoke up. “How… How are you feeling? I mean about—“ she gestured to her wrist.
“Oh, I, uh, I’m fine. I’ll be okay for a while. I’ve been taking suppressants so just… you two worry about each other. I—I’ll be okay.”
“Suppressants?” Namjoon asked incredulously. “Those’ll make you sick. The side effects—“
“Stop taking them,” Sam told Yoongi. “We’re figuring this out and it’ll be okay.”
Yoongi hesitantly nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry for making this mess. It’s—“
Sam hugged him. “I told you, it’s done. You have to forgive yourself.”
Yoongi let out a sigh and nodded again. “I know, I just—I’ll try.” He started walking towards the door before turning back for a moment. “I’m glad you two are working this out. You were always perfect for each other.” Without giving them a chance to respond, he was out the door. The door fell shut with an almost silent click.
Sam turned back to Namjoon. “Now what do we do? I guess… that answers a lot of the questions and… we have to move past it. So… Where does that leave us? What do we do?”
“We talk,” Namjoon replied with a soft smile. “We talk about everything. These last few weeks, what’s going to happen in the short-term future, and what we want to happen in the long-term. There’s too much to make up for.”
Sam walked back to the couch and the two sat down with Sam curled up on Namjoon’s lap and his fingers gently tracing up and down her arm. Sam told him everything about the last few weeks except the miscarriage. That was something she needed to wait and prepare herself for. Talking about it hurt just like talking about the raid and the people who died. But one thing was more imminent that the other. Namjoon asked about what he could tell she was hesitating to say, but one request for trust and time was enough for him to move the conversation along. They talked for hours. None of the other guys came to check on Namjoon so they figured Yoongi must’ve told them to give the two space. The conversation was an emotional rollercoaster and by the time they decided to rest, it was already late in the evening.
Namjoon washed and cut fruits for a light snack while Sam stayed secured with her arms around his waist. Those weeks were too much of them being apart and neither of them could stand to leave the other for even a moment. Namjoon found himself struggling with his craving for Sam’s blood, but he did his best to hide it. Sam felt it as well, but it would be minor until the medication finished working through her system in a few days.
After eating, the two decided to start cleaning up the bedroom. Namjoon carried Sam to the bed, despite her protests, so he could sweep and vacuum up all the broken glass. Not only was he worried about her hurting herself, but he was worried that if she did, the scent of her blood might weaken his resolve. He wanted to wait just one more day for it. Sam messaged Granny that something had come up and she wouldn’t be back that evening. There was no way she was leaving Namjoon again.
When he finished vacuuming, they started cleaning up Sam’s clothes. Most of the clothes were thrown in the laundry hamper as they smelled of alcohol or had fallen to the floor. The bed linen was changed and the two got ready for bed together. That simple routine of getting ready for bed was something they’d both taken for granted and they now found a new appreciation for it. Shards of the mirror had already been cleaned up by one of the guys since Namjoon had broken it at the beginning of their time apart. Namjoon helped apply the salves to the wounds on Sam’s face, his heart breaking a little every time she winced. He was tempted to bite her if only to inject her with some of the healing enzyme, not too much, but enough to make it heal a little faster. But he knew if he did that, he would drink as well.
“Namjoon,” Sam said for the third time, finally catching his attention.
Sam caressed his face. “The way you’re looking at me right now…” She let out a shaky sigh. The way he looked at her was like he wanted to just devour her. It sent pleasant tingling up and down her body, especially at her core. “Why are you so afraid of it?”
“I—“ His eyes darted away for a second. “I feel like I have to prove it to myself—that I can wait. I love you and there’s no doubt about it, but I want to make sure I still have my self-control.”
Sam gave him a crooked smile. “Alright, dimples. As long as you’re okay.” She hopped off the counter and the two crawled into bed together, switching from their usual sides so Sam could face him but not lay on her bad side. One hand rested under her head while the other tangled with her fingers between them like perfectly fit puzzle pieces. They fell asleep staring into each other’s eyes.
Their rest was only for a few hours before Sam was shaking Namjoon awake.
“Wha—What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked groggily as he tried to sit up while Sam turned on the bedside light. She simply cocked an eyebrow and drew his attention to her neck. “Wh—Oh, shit. Did I…?”
Sam let her hair fall back across the large purple splotch on her neck. “I didn’t realize you were still asleep until you didn’t answer when I tried talking to you.”
Namjoon was quiet for a moment before scooting close to her. “Did it hurt?” Sam shook her head. He brushed her hair away and let his mouth linger above the mark, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “I think… I think my body is trying to say it doesn’t want to wait.” He fought with himself. I guess… I’ll let Sam decide. “Is it…” she could almost feel his lips on her skin, “is it okay?”
“Y-Yes,” she replied without hesitation, only the anticipation making her stutter. She let out something between a gasp and a whine when his fangs ghosted along her skin. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly. “Namjoon,” she whispered.
“I love you, feisty.”
One of her hands, trailed up to his hair. “Namjoon…” His fangs sank slowly into her neck and she let out a long moan, her body reacting too perfectly to the long overdue interaction. If they both weren’t tired enough to fall asleep right after this, she would’ve been tempted to let her hands wander over Namjoon’s body. But as it was, this was enough. Namjoon drank greedily from the wound, small noises escaping and reverberating in his chest and throat. He felt the rest of his body react as well so he carefully moved his lower half away from Sam. Maybe in the morning, they would finally consummate their making up, but for now, this would be enough. Namjoon tasted a mix of flavors in her blood, likely the pain medications and antibiotics she was on, with one leaving an almost unpleasant aftertaste. But it tasted so good even so.
Sam sighed, sated, and Namjoon took that as his cue to finish up. But there was one more thing he wanted to do. His fangs descended again, bit down into the wound, and began injecting just a small amount of the healing enzyme.
Sam reacted almost immediately, cupping his face. “N-Namjoon. Stop, wait.”
Namjoon pulled away. “It kills me to see you in pain,” he told her.
“I know, but… I can’t do that when all of my other colleagues… and for the ones who died—it just—I feel like it would be disrespectful.”
Namjoon pursed his lips but reluctantly agreed. He made a mental note to talk to someone at the hospital regarding healing enzyme shots. He knew there would be vampires willing to go through the process. But that would wait until the morning.
He licked along the bite marks one more time then kissed Sam on the forehead, letting his lips linger. Sam made a noise of contentment and snuggled against Namjoon. Already, they were both starting to fall asleep again.
“Uggghh,” she groaned in annoyance. She quickly turned the light off and they both fell asleep once again.
When Namjoon woke up again, he was in a panic. He’d dreamed that everything had been a dream and it carried over to moist eyes in the real world. When he saw the other side of the bed empty, the panic turned to terror.
“Sam?! Sam!” he screamed frantically, throwing the covers off. The bathroom door flung open.
“What’s wrong?” She ran back in, not sure of the cause, but fearful nonetheless.
Namjoon fell back onto the bed in sheer relief. “Thank God.”
By then, Sam was already at his side. “What happened? Why’d you yell like that?”
Namjoon grabbed her hand and gently pulled her down. “I was so scared it was all a dream. The bed was—and you weren’t—and I just—“
Sam cut him off with her lips pressed against his. After only a second of surprise, Namjoon’s hands snaked around her waist and to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Sam took the initiative and climbed back on the bed, straddling Namjoon. The passionate, desperate kiss seemed to last forever, as if reiterating all the words of love they’d told each other the previous day. Their lips were as reluctant to part as they were.
“Sorry,” Sam said breathlessly. “Bathroom. I didn’t think you’d wake right then.”
“I don’t know how long it’ll take before I wake up and that’s not the first thing I think of.”
She moved to hover her lips over his again. “Let me give you something better to think of then.” The next kiss carried all of the passion and none of the desperation of the previous kiss. This one was slow, sensual, promising. Namjoon’s hand trailed down from her waist to her butt. A tight squeeze granted him an enticing mewl from Sam.
“Make that noise again,” he murmured against her lips.
“Make me,” she countered breathily. And he did, this time guiding her hips against his. She shivered when she felt his growing hardness press against her. She’d longed for that feeling so much. One hand moved from steadying herself down to his hardness. She rubbed against him, coaxing him further and earning a groan from him.
“God, I missed you so much, feisty. And, damn, did I miss feeling you.” His hips moved rhythmically against her hand. “I never dared to dream of this while we were apart because I knew I didn’t deserve it. And now… God…” he groaned again when she squeezed him just right. She seemed determined to make him cum with his clothes still on. And she wasn’t too far away. All the time he’d been without her now made every touch so much more powerful.
“I missed you too, dimples. More than you know.” Maybe she shouldn’t be chancing it, but the doctor said the medication would make her unable to get pregnant for at least another few weeks. And right now, she needed Namjoon. “Oppa…”
“Mm?” His hand moved from holding her head to cupping her womanhood. With just her panties under his oversized shirt she wore, he could already feel the wetness of her excitement. His lips abandoned her mouth and found purchase in the crook of her neck, though he was careful to not leave a mark.
“Make love to me,” she moaned, almost pleading. Namjoon’s breath hitched. What most people would think was really only a simple request felt like so much more than that. She didn’t want just sex, she wanted to feel his love, physically. She wasn’t asking for their usual adventurous endeavors where they slowly pushed the boundaries of the usual and the comfortable, exploring new ways to pleasure each other. She was asking for slow, sensual, and passionate; this was so much more.
“Anything for my angel.” He felt her body tense for a second and their eyes met. And then she smiled. Namjoon felt his heart skip a beat; he was just so damn in love with her. He couldn’t believe what he’d put her through for the last few weeks because of his stupidity. And yet… she forgave him. She was more than he deserved.
Namjoon slowly rolled, flipping their positions, as his fingers moved past her panties and to her folds. He moved them slowly up and down her soaking folds as his other hands began slowly massaging her breasts under her (his) shirt. Her breath was heavy out of her parted lips, a smile still tugging them upwards. Sam felt like she was in heaven, finally feeling him again. She gasped and arched her back when one of his fingers pushed in.
“Holy—how are you so—you’re so tight, baby.” He started defaulting to that pet name as he lost himself in the moment. In and out, in and out, his eyes focused on watching the pleasure he brought her. He pushed a second finger in and she gasped again, this time, both her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. Every movement brought her walls clenching around his fingers. Was she really so sensitive right now? She looked ready to cum already. With a third finger, she whined in just the right way. “How close are you, baby?” he asked, a pleased smirk threatening to show.
“T-Too close. S-Stop.” Reluctantly, he did. She took in a breath and Namjoon’s eyes fixed on the rise and fall of her chest. “I want to feel you.” She pulled his lips to hers and her free hand started working to pull his boxers down.
“Slowly,” Namjoon reminded her. “Let me do the work.” He stuck his fingers, wet with her excitement, into his mouth and slowly sucked at them, watching the way Sam reacted to it. “You taste so damn good.” Sam groaned and pulled at the hem of his shirt. “I know, I know.” He pulled his shirt off and did the same to hers, his lips immediately latching on to her exposed breasts.
“Oppa,” she moaned as he slowly pulled her panties away from her then flung it away. He switched breasts and began palming the other. Her fingers tightened in his hair when he bit down lightly on her nipple. Namjoon’s erection throbbed painfully. God, how I missed this.
He chuckled against her skin when her hips shifted to allow her feet to start pulling his boxers down. “Slowly,” he said again. “You asked me to make love to you, so let me make love to you.” Her head fell back in quiet acceptance.
Namjoon kissed her neck and began making his way down. He loved the way her breathing quickened when he reached her belly button and continued lower. He held her hips and rested his forehead just above her waiting folds. The breeze his warm breath created against her wetness made Sam shiver. Namjoon took a moment to remind himself how lucky he was to be back with her like this. It was a miracle he’d found such an amazingly perfect woman who forgave him for something so terrible.
As if reading his thoughts, Sam told him again in short pants, “I love you, Namjoon. All of you—every flaw—every mistake. There’s no place I’d—rather be right now. I don’t think—I could live—without you. I meant it—if you died, I would’ve too.” One of her hands rested on his on her hips and squeezed reassuringly. Namjoon kissed her stomach briefly before diving in.
Sam’s body arched and Namjoon held her down. Her hands went back to his head where it once again found purchase in his hair. He licked up and down, his tongue flicking briefly at her entrance then at her clit. Her breathing quickened again and she let out a breathy curse, making Namjoon smirk and dip his tongue inside of her. Her fingers pulled at his hair as her body continued to squirm.
“O-Oppa. You—I n-need you.” He continued unimpeded. Her cries grew higher in pitch. “Oppa,” she tried again. This time Namjoon pulled away and the sight of his mouth covered in her wetness made her core clench on nothing. His smirk was killing her.
He pulled his boxers down the rest of the way, foot flinging it towards the wall. He wanted to pounce on her, but he had to remind himself to go slow. So, slowly, his lips and tongue traced their way back up her stomach, her chest, her neck, to her lips. Their bodies molded together perfectly. Sam’s legs wrapped around Namjoon’s hips, her heels exerting the slightest pressure on his thighs. He didn’t need to be told again. He moved and placed himself at her entrance. Sam’s breathing hitched and it took all Namjoon had to not just thrust into her.
“I love you, Samantha.” Sam’s eyes widened, he’d never called her by her full name before.
“Nam—“ she cut herself off with a high-pitched moan as Namjoon began pressing into her. Namjoon groaned as her body pulled him in. She was tight, so damn tight, but it was as if her body remembered him perfectly, the way it spasmed around him just right. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, Namjoon pushed in. No other sounds were needed except their quiet and staggered breathing. It was perfect, so perfect. And when he bottomed out, both of them lay perfectly still, as if content to stay just like that forever. But their bodies, with a mind of their own, were not content with that. Namjoon twitched slightly inside of Sam and her body instinctually pressed back against him.
They moved slowly in a rhythm, tempered by their desire to make every second last even as they wanted to go faster, faster, faster. It was the slowest, most passionate time they’d had and it was just what they both needed. They were making up for the past weeks and steeling themselves for the next week of pain and sorrow. They needed this time to get lost in each other, to feel as if nothing else existed in the entire world except the two of them, their bodies moving as one. In and out, back and forth, friction, hot breath, small sounds of pleasure, fingers clenching, sweet kisses, bliss; this made up their world.
As they drew closer to their end, they worked harder to keep their bodies at the same pace, slow and sensual. They could both feel the buildup and knew it would lead to the most amazing end. Namjoon felt Sam’s body start to clench in that familiar way that told him she was close and he knew he was right behind her. He separated from her lips and stared into her eyes even as he continued moving. The look on her face, the dilation of her pupils, that beautiful smile on her face… he’d missed it so much.
Namjoon lifted her hips against his, changing the angle. Their eye contact was broken when Sam’s body arched more as he brushed against that perfect spot. He had avoided it before to help them build up, but now he was ready to bring her crashing down around him. His speed picked up a little and her cries grew louder. He matched her voice with his own sounds of pleasure as she clenched around him harder. She was close, so close, he could tell. He cupped her face to make her look at him again and thrusted harder and harder. She struggled to hold his gaze. Her fingers held his face as well, the nails starting to dig in just behind his ears.
“N-Namjoon. Namjoon. Namjoon,” she called his name like it was the only word she knew. And then her body arched the final time, going completely rigid as she hit her climax. Her walls clenched and spasmed around him while he tried to help her ride her high. And then he hit his. With a cry of her name, he released inside of her, his body unable to move for a couple seconds from the sheer force of his overpowering orgasm. When he could finally move again, he continued to help them both ride it out. Still panting, Sam pulled him down, chest to chest, and he slowly flipped them so she could lie on top of him, him still inside of her. He moved so the pillows would prop them up a little.
“Can we stay like this for a little while,” Sam asked when she could finally think enough to form words.
“We could stay like this forever,” Namjoon replied. Sam smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I want to stay like this forever.”
Okay, makeup sex scene over, lol. I figured it was kind of necessary for the mood, lol. I hope you liked it. It's nice to have moments of not-angst.
Two more chapters left, I can't believe it. All my stories take so long for me to write and edit (and I even reread just before I post) so I've been working on this story for a long, long time. But I'll save the rest for the final chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this story and I hope to see you for the last chapters. Bye bye!!!
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