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Yoongi had been in the woods for three hours now, hunting deer. Their usual source of blood was at the doctor with his extremely pregnant wife, so they had to make due. Hoseok was at work at the mansion down the road and Jungkook was in town, buying things for the garden next year. Spring was just around the corner and Yoongi couldn’t be happier. He hated the cold, hated the snow and the hail and the frost. It brought bad memories with it and a seasonal depression for the vampire.
He heard rustling on his left, so he snuck through the trees in the hopes of surprising whatever animal he found. His jaw dropped when he found the source of the noise. A beautiful man was laying in the brush, partially hidden by dead leaves and branches. He breathing was short and it seemed painful. Yoongi couldn’t help himself; he watched the man. He was entranced by the mans gorgeous skin, though covered in dirt and feces Yoongi could tell the man hadn’t been outside much in his life. His skin was barely suntouched, unlike most of the people in the area. He even smells amazing. Like jasmine and fresh laundry and...was that a hint of gardenia? Yoongi sniffs again, this time getting more gardenia and just a hint of orange. Hoseok? Yoongi was torn from his thoughts at the sound of men approaching. He noticed how the man in the dirt all but stopped breathing, his chest barely moving when he heard the laughter.
Three men came into Yoongi’s sight a moment later, coming over the hill.
“Where did that pretty thing go? I didn’t get my chance at him,” the fattest one grunted.
“I’m surprised he’s so tight. From what I understand, he’s the most requested of all the bastards.”
“Master Lee promised to pay a lot of coin for the return of this little bitch, so maybe let’s stop talking and actually hunt.”
The other two men nod in agreement at the shortest one, who is obviously the smartest of the three idiots. Yoongi isn’t a genius, but he understands what is happening here. Master Lee is the owner of the mansion about a mile away. Hoseok works there, so he must have helped this boy escape. The way they’re talking about him, he must be one of the whores that Master Lee has employed there. That man is the reason Yoongi’s tiny clan lives in these woods; they’re keeping an eye on an incredibly evil man. They’re not allowed to intervene, but that doesn’t stop them from helping people escape from time to time. With Hoseok’s scent on the boy, he must be the reason the naked boy is out here instead of in that house.
Yoongi watches as the three brutes walk through the area, getting closer and closer to the gorgeous hidden boy. He can smell the boys fear, getting stronger and stronger. It smells like gasoline, a smell that Yoongi would have enjoyed just a few minutes before. He knows he’s not supposed to intervene and he thinks for just a second that maybe he should leave. They agreed a long time ago that once Hoseok helps the humans escape, thay have to make it to the clan cabin in order for Yoongi and Jungkook to assist them. This boy is at least two miles from the cabin, having run the wrong way when he left the mansion. Hoseok even set out small markers for the humans to follow and Yoongi wonders if he forgot to tell the boy. He watches as the tall moron gets closer and closer to the boys hiding spot, until he’s standing just a foot away from him.
“You think you can hide under some fucking dead branches, you little whore?” He grabs the boys arm, yanking him up. The boy whimpers and starts to cry, the sound tearing at the ten miles of ice around Yoongi’s heart. “I found the little slut,” the man shouts.
“Wonderful. Traya has been such a fucking prude lately, whining that she’s pregnant and not in the mood. This little bitch will be perfect,” he says with a disgusting smile on his face.
Yoongi knows he needs to leave. If he doesn't leave, he’s going to end up doing something he’ll regret. Something that goes against their carefully laid out rules, the rules that keep them safe and hidden. The tall man throws the boy into the arms of the fat man, who throws him to the ground. Yoongi flinches as the boy lands on a rock, blood starting to flow from his abdomen.
“What a cute little ass you have, you fucking slut. I can’t believe it still looks like good after three years. What a little beauty you are,” the man says as he removes his belt and starts to pull down his pants. Yoongi reacts before he fully understands what he’s doing, leaping off the branch he’d been hiding on. The three men fall to the ground a few second later, blood pouring from their necks. The boy on the ground barely registers Yoongi’s presence, instead staying on the ground as if he hasn’t realized what has happened.
“Do you need to be carried, boy? That wound is going to get infected if you don’t get off the ground.”
“W-what?”
“You need to stand,” Yoongi says quietly, trying not to use any of his command ability. The boy whimpers as he tries to stand. He falls a moment later, Yoongi catching him before he can hit the ground. “It’s okay boy, I’ll carry you.” Yoongi lifts the boy up, cradling his body in his arms. He speeds off towards the cabin, careful not to hurt the gorgeous boy. He arrives at the cabin a few minutes later, opening the door to an angry Jungkook.
“Hyung, what are you DOING? You can’t bring them here! That’s against the rules.”
“I hear you, but he was hurt in the woods and those nasty guys that were chasing him...they caught him. They were going to rape him.”
“That’s what they do, hyung. That’s why we have our rules. We can’t break the rules for every human that comes along or we’d be burned.”
“Jungkook, when was the last time I broke the rules? The rules I created?” Yoongi asks as he flips the switch next to the bookcase, the secret door to the basement opening in front of him.
“Never,” Jungkook admits in defeat as they start down the stairs.
“When was the last time you broke the rules?”
“Two nights ago,” he whispers.
“And why in the world would you do that? Who were you saving?” Yoongi flips the lights on to the secluded basement, making his way down a hallway and to the last door on the right.
“Hyung,” Jungkook stomps. “You can’t use that against me! You know it’s against my control.”
“What I know is that you can have the bond removed and instead you decided against it because he’s ‘pretty.’ Your word, not mine. I broke a rule, and I will accept the punishment. However, right now you need to help me clean up this wound.” Yoongi puts the boy down on the table, wishing he’d thought of bringing a blanket with him; the boy was cold outside and laying on this plastic table was probably only to make him colder. Jungkook grabs all the medical supplies they’ll need from the cabinet, making Yoongi proud. He’ll graduate nursing school in two weeks time and the older just knows he’ll cry during the ceremony.
They work together to clean the wound, disinfecting and stitching it up quickly.
“Why did you rescue him,” Jungkook asks as he finishes up the stitches.
“He just...he seemed like he needed it. Like you needed it.” That’s an effective end to the conversation. They’re both well aware of the implications of Yoongi’s statement.
Jungkook had been dying in the street when Yoongi and Hoseok had found him, two hundred and forty six years ago. He’d been attacked by a group of men when he’d been caught in bed with the Mayor’s wife. He’d argued that he had been asked there under false circumstances, that she preyed on him. He was fifteen at the time, so no one believed him. Yoongi had been the one who found him and he’d carried him the five miles to the clan home. They cleaned him, tended to his wounds, and nursed him back to health. When he told the story of what happened, Yoongi had believed the doe-eyed boy even before Hoseok had confirmed it.
A human cannot be turned before they’re eighteen, so they gave Jungkook a choice. He ran back to his family once he was healthy, and they thought they’d seen the last of him. Until two years later when he came stumbling to their door, bleeding and in pain. His parents, ashamed of their son’s ‘actions’ regarding the mayor’s wife, had sold him. He’d been purchased by a brothel and turned into a prostitute. He’d tried to escape multiple times, but had been caught and beat each time.
It wasn’t until the Mayor himself came to the brothel, requesting a strong young man to take to bed, that Jungkook had been successful in escaping. He’d smacked the Mayor atop the head with a vase, stripped him of his clothes, and walked out of the brothel. He had nowhere to go, so he headed towards the only place in town that would accept him; Yoongi’s. He was halfway there when they found him, beating him senseless and leaving him to die in the street.
He’d crawled and walked the rest of the way, begging for shelter. Yoongi had taken in him instantly, drawn to the young man. He lived with them until he turned eighteen and asked to be turned. Yoongi had done the deed as the clan leader and they’d never looked back.
Yoongi wasn’t sure if this beautiful, broken boy would have the same fate as Jungkook. He didn’t seem tough enough to make it through the first week of the Turning, but then again Yoongi had been wrong before.
“Where will he sleep,” the youngest asked.
“Let’s take him to the room next to mine. He can rest there.”
Yoongi carried the boy up the stairs, gently laying him on the bed. He put the boy in a pair of sweatpants that were a few inches too long and a light t-shirt. The boy was small, much smaller than anyone in the house. Covering him up in the blankets, he left a note next to the bed stand.
Boy,
Please do not be afraid. I am in the room next door. Once you awake, just shout for me. You shouldn’t move much with that wound in your abdomen.
-Yoongi