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With another tissue soaked with blood being tossed in the small bin of the car, Yoongi sighs looking at the time in his watch, “For fucks sake! You just need to drape your jacket, what’s taking you so long, my lord?” He grumbles, gripping on the steering wheel tightly.
“Who the fuck decided it’d be a good idea to get me this tacky mesh thing to wear when you clearly knew we had to deal with Jaesang. There’s his fucking filthy blood on my hands, and if I find out you were the one who chose this outfit, the next blood I’ll have on my claws is yours, Min Yoongi.” The man in the backseat grumbles, finally fixing the coat and straightening it, cracking his knuckles and neck.
Yoongi rolls his eyes, passing a blasé look, faking a yawn as he eyes the backseat from the rear-view mirror of the SUV. “You done whining, my lord? You’re probably the only vampire I’ve seen in my whole life who doesn’t like blood on his hands.” He raises his eyebrows tauntingly and then chuckles after receiving a middle finger pointed in response.
“Then— let’s go celebrate yet another triumph.”
A snort from the backseat and Yoongi glares hard, “Just say you want to see your little human and drive, Min. Don’t need to go all grumpy kitten mode on me.”
Yoongi then speaks no more. Simply steps on the gas and starts driving smoothly, ignoring the teasing he hears which he dodges by increasing the volume of music, smirking in victory when the teasing no longer is audible.
The black SUV comes to a halt only once they’ve arrived at their destination.
Ignito ; the most high-end, lavish and exclusive club in the entire Seoul. One which is accessible to only those with a certain image in the city, a name, a brand one can say.
Yoongi tosses his key to the valet, nodding at the young boy who bows and smiles in respect. The magnificent black door with intricate golden patterns on it opens and they’re stepping in.
Two of the most powerful vampires in Korea —Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok, working for and with Kim Taehyung, the lord of Vampire coven and leader of the biggest mafia syndicate, follow the elder vampire while he makes his way inside the club, making everyone halt their actions, bow a full 90 degrees the moment he steps his foot inside the club.
The red soft, velvety seat of the couch dips when he settles there, sitting cross-legged, flicking his fingers gesturing everyone to go do whatever they initially were.
“Taehyungie!!” A chirpy voice is heard once they’re seated on the couch. Taehyung grins, flicks his fingers and allows the owner of that cheerful voice to sit in between him and Yoongi.
Yoongi immediately leans closer, hand looping around the other man’s waist and tugs him close, “Hi there, Jiminie.” He purrs over the shell of the human’s ears, lips grazing the skin behind it.
Jimin’s hand rests on Yoongi’s chest, eyelashes fluttering, plump lips parted as he shifts closer, “Are you two only going to do the nasty in front of us or is there something prepared for the celebration, Jimin-ah?” Hoseok’s voice snaps both of them from the trance. Yoongi rolls his eyes while Jimin raises a middle finger in response, turning towards the vampire king who’s sipping on his wine and passing them a disinterested look.
The human passes a knowing look to the man on the opposite end of the stage behind the music system, snaps his fingers, and the next moment the hall is filled with scarlet red lights. A grandiose chandelier hangs right in the center of the stage emitting a subtle golden glow which falls upon the dazzling outfits of the dolls who are now swaying their bodies to the opulent music that fills the vicinity.
Minutes pass, Taehyung swirls the inebriant fluid in the glass; eyeing the stage, he tutts, “You sure this is your best, Jimin? These dolls of yours are no fun. Wasted my time for this shit.” The vampire snarls, already fixing his coat, making an attempt to leave the place already.
Jimin snickers, wraps his arm around Yoongi’s bicep and leans his head on the latter’s shoulder, “Nah! The best is yet to come.”
And the maroon, elegant curtain rises, revealing the most exquisite piece of art, covered with a silk black robe.
Taehyung’s eyes glisten, curious and intrigued when the doll drops the hood, his mint green hair glimmering under the golden and red glow of the lights that fall on him. He then discards the robe, revealing a black cropped top and tight fitted pants, knee high shoes embellished with chains and buckles and then he turns around making Taehyung suck in a sharp breath at the beauty he’s witnessing right in front of him.
It is as if the Gods took their special time curating him, adding just the right amount of beauty to him. Not even an inch of imperfection or flaw could be found on his alluring body.
A silver dangling chain travels all the way from his neck, glistening when the golden lights in contrast to his pale skin fall on them where the top shifts when he raises his hand to balance himself against the pole.
The beats come to a halt and he turns just a bit, passing a wink to the man at the music booth and the song then starts.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just when he arches his back, a ray of light from the chandelier falls on his abdomen. Taehyung’s orbs flashes a deep crimson tint when he sees his belly button shining. The doll— he’s wearing a small ring with a stud on his navel which shines and the vampire feels a mad desire coursing within him, he shifts in his place, leaning forward as if he’ll just grab his waist and trace that damn piercing with his lips.
The doll’s eyes dart around the club, eyeing everyone and he smirks. He knows everyone’s attention is on him. There are other dolls that dance around him but he knows he’s the epicentre of everyone’s assiduity.
His eyes are big and round like a doe, they’re outlined with an eyeliner and they’re enchanting. Enchanting because they shine— maybe it’s only because of the glittery eyeshadow, but Taehyung swears he saw the whole galaxy in those big eyes.
Those eyes.
Those eyes are casting a spell on him. Bewitching him, making his skin itch and fingers fidget when the want only intensifies with every passing moment.
The vampire king watches as the doll moves, the beats ringing in his ears, music intoxicating enough for the doll to close his eyes, bask in the attention he’s fully aware of, he’s swaying his hips to the music, body flowing with the beats like a free-flowing river.
He moves.
He moves as if the song was made for him.
I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body
The doll’s hands trace his own body, gliding across his sides, he squats, slutdrops and then regains his posture, tracing his own body with his hands and then lifting them up, the action results in his already cropped top getting lifted even more.
You see the scars painted over my skin..
His body moves completely in synchronization with the music, intoxicating everyone in the crowd. The way he moves— he makes sure it’s impossible to not watch him, to not keep their eyes fixed on him, with every step, every drop, every single movement.
Jimin smirks beside Taehyung, bumping his shoulder and earning a growl from the king.
The sound of the song continues to fill the place, everyone’s eyes moving exactly how the doll on stage moves, as if captivated by his beauty.
I'm in control, when you give me your body, yeah
The doll then wraps his slender fingers around the shiny pole, the body chain making a small clinking sound when it comes in contact with the metal. He lifts his legs forward, gripping on the pole with his inner thighs.
I feel our souls burnin' up when I'm, inside of you and I
And I'ma leave a mark, just to remind you
Taehyung watches with hooded eyes, fingers curling around the armrest of the couch when the doll twists a little, bends one of his legs keeping the other one straight and pointed, effortlessly balancing himself while he takes a breath-taking spin around the pole.
Where you belong, baby
Give me your all, scream as loud as you want
His hand now behind his back, holding the metal pole while he splits his legs in a perfect 180 over the metal rod. A smirk adorning his luscious lips, sweat trailing down his temples, eyes glimmering with pride when every human and non human being in the club breaks into howls and claps, the entire club echoing with the sound.
Taehyung’s too spellbound by him, his eyes shining with mirth and curiosity. Something inside him burns— a sickening sense of lust, want, desire.
He wants him. The doll.
He so wants him now. He wants to ruin the perfect composure of this doll, wipe off that proud smirk off his face, mend him the way he wants to, loiter his sumptuous skin with his own marks, graze his teeth over the exquisite curves, paint him as his.
“Jimin-ah. Get him to me. Now.” The vampire simply snaps and flicks his fingers towards the doll who’s still moving in sync, engrossed in the music.
Jimin smirks, chuckles at the avarice in the vampire’s voice, “Hah? Thought you said my dolls have no spice, Taehyungie?” He bats his eyelashes in a mocking manner.
Earning a deep rumble from the other, the human walks over to the stage, the music dims and he’s whispering something in the doll’s ears.
The doll then turns around, smirking and winking at Taehyung. The vampire feels a sudden spark, a wave of electricity jolting and igniting in his nerves. The doll struts his way across the floor, walking towards Taehyung.
His walk is confident. Steps calculated. As if it's nothing new for him. Which is true, it's nothing uncommon. This is what he's been doing for years now.
An unpleasant feeling settles at the pit of his stomach as Taehyung gets accustomed to the fact that there were people, unworthy imbeciles who’d have been so close, they’d have touched him, have had a taste of him before he could.
He should just give it up, why the fuck should the king of underworld be jealous, mad at something so trivial. He’s just a doll. Just a whore he’ll fuck and then let go of the next day. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t brush off that tingling in his nerves when the doll’s hand brushes against his palm, spreading a gush of warmth in him, making him yearn for the doll.
The doll’s steps finally come to a halt, his perky ass landing directly on Taehyung’s thick thighs as the boy clasps his hands behind the vampire’s neck, legs swinging on Taehyung’s sides as he slides over the mob boss’ lap.
“My oh my! King Taehyung in our humble abode? What an honor.” The doll purrs, leaning towards Taehyung’s neck, “How may I serve you, your majesty?” He seductively whispers, soft, pink, glossy lips touching the shell of the vampire’s ear.
Taehyung inhales a strong whiff of the sweet, luscious scent of the doll, his hand snaking around that tiny waist, fingers twirling the metal chain on the doll’s body. “What’s your name, doll?”
The boy on his lap giggles, dusting off the nonexistent dust over Taehyung’s coat, “You just said it, my king.”
“Your real name, doll. I want your real name.” Taehyung’s voice is low, laced with dominance and authority.
The doll gulps hard. He knows he could never defy the king’s order. There’s no way he could protest so he gives in.
“Jungkook. My name— ‘s Jungkook.” Glittery doe eyes with honey brown irises stare back at the flickering crimson red ones. Taehyung kneads the doll’s waist with his calloused hand. The metal chain rubbing over his skin, making him shudder slightly at the gesture.
“Jungkook.” Taehyung whispers.
The name is so pretty. Just like the doll.
“My name’s —”
“King. King Taehyung. You’re the Vampire king and Mafia boss.” Taehyung’s eyes widen, clearly amused. He’s an interesting one. “Jimin hyung allows us to go out and do whatever we wish to.” Jungkook speaks, as if he’s reading the vampire’s mind.
Taehyung nods, tugs him closer, “What service can you offer, Jungkook?” He asks with a mirthful smile on his lips.
Jungkook.
Nobody calls him Jungkook here. He’s a doll.
He’s not very fond of that word, that title. But that is what he is. That is what his life is narrowed down to. A doll . To play. To please the visitors and clients. A bed warmer, an eye candy. A fucking prostitue.
“W-why are you calling me by name, my king?” His voice is shaky, trying to understand why Taehyung is treating him differently. Why not like the others?
The vampire notices the way he shifts on his lap, almost as if he’s uncomfortable and scared. Notices the way the doll’s confident, sinful posture and fortitude falters when he’s called by his own damn name.
“Do you want me to call you doll then? Never came across someone who treats you well, hm?” Taehyung snorts, his grip tightening over Jungkook’s waist, the other hand instinctively caressing the other’s inner thigh.
Jungkook nods, bites his lips and looks away, clearly embarrassed at his own answer.
It’s true. He’s never been treated well before. It’s either he’s been eye-fucked while dancing on the floor or treated like a fucking tool on the bed. He’s never been treated well before.
Taehyung looks displeased at the other’s reaction. Jungkook’s lips tremble in fear. Fuck! Did he just tell the Mafia king that he’s been ill-treated in his own friend’s club? Might as well dig a hole and bury himself now.
“Jimin!” Jungkook shuts his eyes close, clutching onto the vampire’s coat, his head dropping low over the collar of Taehyung’s outfit. Jimin strides his way across the floor and hurriedly stands in front of him. “Please. Please.. Don’t.” Jungkook chants over Taehyung’s shoulder, his voice muffled and laced with fear.
“Huh? Don’t what..?” Taehyung is.. stunned . What exactly is this boy!? Jungkook sniffles over his shoulder, clinging onto the Vampire for dear life. Jimin swallows the lump in his throat, Taehyung’s demeanor is.. terrifying. So dark that one might piss their pants.
Taehyung soothes the boy in his arms first, his large hand caressing the doll’s back. “Shh. Wh— why are you crying, hey?”
“Please don’t complain to him. I don’t— I don’t have anywhere to go. Please.” Jungkook’s voice breaks at the end, fingers curling over the other’s coat crumpling it a bit out of fear.
“I’m not complaining, sweetheart. Calm down, yeah?” Jimin watches the interaction with wide blow eyes. He’s never seen Taehyung— the cold-hearted, ruthless vampire king being this soft before. He’s never seen Jungkook being this scared before, except the night he took the boy in his club in.
Jimin sighs, reaches out to them, “Taehyungie?” Taehyung looks up and gestures to him to wait until Jungkook has visibly calmed in his embrace.
“I’m taking him.”
Jimin stumbles, trips on thin air.
“Wh—what do you mean taking him?” Taehyung clenches his jaw, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, eyes blazing red. “Did I fucking speak alien language, Park Jimin? I am taking him. With me. To my place.”
Wait— what?
“Tae.. you need to know something about him.” Jimin hesitantly speaks, fingers fidgeting out of nervousness. Taehyung rolls his eyes in response, obviously giving no importance to his underlying warning and stress.
The vampire’s already standing on his feet with the doll still clinging onto him. “Then, I’ll let Jungkook tell me about himself, right Jungkookie?”
The boy in his arms hazily nods, breathing out a deep, relieved sigh over the vampire’s neck. He has no idea why but there’s this feeling. A content, gratifying feeling which flows in Jungkook’s veins as he lets himself go weightless in the vampire’s arms.
He should be worried, afraid even, for he’s about to spend the night with the most powerful man in South Korea, both in terms of money and reputation. And of course, streets say that he’s a fucking beast in bed.
But he isn’t. Instead, he’s quite relieved because he’ll be away from the club even if it’s just for one night and Taehyung’s been nothing but sweet to him even if it has been just a few minutes. Jungkook wants to trust him. So what if his little hole will be tormented, that— obviously is nothing new to him considering his past few years of life where he’s been treated like the whore he works as.
“We’ll get going then.”
Jimin watches wordlessly as the Vampire carries his club’s most precious and most fruitful doll out of the club, walking like the king that he is. “Don’t kill me when you get to know what he is, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin sighs and whispers to himself and plops on the couch next to Yoongi who, along with Hoseok, witnessed the whole scene with wide eyes.
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The ride to Taehyung’s place is quite.. reticent. Jungkook’s on his lap with the vampire’s hand snaked over his torso in a firm grip. He’s looking out of the SUV’s window taking in the sight of Seoul’s nightlife.
They make it to the mansion in no time. The whole ride passes by in a blink or so Jungkook thinks when his eyes fall upon the large mahogany door of Taehyung’s house. A large mansion with huge dark walls on the inside, painted with shades of maroon and dark gray.
“Your home is so beautiful.” Jungkook blurts out, his eyes shining at the beauty and sophistication of Taehyung’s mansion. The chandelier hanging in the center of the living room, gray colored furniture festooning a rather lavish semblance which has Jungkook’s eyes glimmering with fascination.
Home.
Taehyung snickers at the mention of that word.
Home. What even is home? Maybe somewhere one finds peace? Maybe a place where it feels solace? Is this huge mansion even capable of being called home ?
He sighs, nods in response and then curls his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist, dragging him along to the room with long strides. Jungkook stumbles at the sudden action but then manages to catch up with the other’s steps in no time.
Taehyung had no idea the moment he’ll lock the door behind him, he’ll be attacked with a pair of soft, cherry lips. He’s not complaining, but it just.. took him off guard. Jungkook cups the vampire’s cheeks and kisses him deeply.
Taehyung pulls him close by the waist, closing the non-existent distance between them.
Their lips crash against each other’s, exploring the flesh harshly, desperately. Jungkook’s lips slot against him perfectly, as if two pieces of a puzzle fitting together.
Taehyung swipes his tongue across the doll’s bottom lip, Jungkook parts it oh so easily . The taste of wine Taehyung had in the club mixes with that of Jungkook’s cherry lip gloss, a blend of something so, so intoxicating spreads in the hot cavern which has both men moan out loud, sending deep shivers down Jungkook’s spine.
Fuck. Taehyung never kisses anyone. Not whores and prostitutes especially. He’s has this fucking rule, he never gets intimate with anyone and the fact that he’s chasing for Jungkook’s lips right now is irking him off, throwing him off highly.
Just what the fuck is this boy.
Swallowing and drinking up all the moans and grunts Jungkook’s filling in the kiss, the vampire carries him to the bed mindlessly. The doll’s legs wrapped around his middle, his body chain brushing in between their bodies.
Jungkook’s back hits the soft mattress of Taehyung’s bed, the scarlet red, silky sheets under them dips when the vampire hovers over him, covering his petite figure with his own.
Their lips, as if they have a mind of their own, refuse to detach from the other’s. Jungkook hungrily pulls the vampire king closer to him, discarding his coat first and struggling a bit with the mesh top the vampire’s clothed in.
Taehyung chuckles darkly, pulling away from the kiss, his thumb caressing the doll’s cheek, “So eager, so excited, baby. Aren’t you?” He growls, lapping his tongue over the shell of Jungkook’s ear, nibbling the skin right behind his ear.
The doll freezes for a moment.
No.
He’s not eager.
He’s not excited.
He just wants them to do the deed and get over it as soon as possible.
Because he knows, when the morning comes he’ll be back in the club. In the same dimly lit room where his life is confined to.
Though Jimin treats his dolls with so much care and love, unlike those assholes who think the strippers and dolls working in their clubs are nothing but toys, Jimin is kind. He lets his dolls decide if they want to do something or not, lets them choose their routines, their clients and almost everything they do.
He’s almost blacking out with the thought that no matter how sweet or kind Jimin is, the patrons in the club, the power-hungry fuckers that visit the club are not. They don’t treat the dolls as humans. Hell! Some are so vile that it makes him nauseous.
It is when Taehyung sucks on his neck, his fangs slightly brushing over his pale, smooth skin when Jungkook almost whimpers, fingers curling in the other’s hair, tugging on them unconsciously.
Taehyung nuzzles his nose over the doll’s throat, inhaling a strong whiff of his natural scent blended with the faint scent of cologne he must’ve applied before his dance, “You smell so good, so fucking delicious.”
Warmth gushes in the pit of his stomach and Jungkook’s words are simply replaced with a moan.
Taehyung’s hand slides from over the boy’s neck, moving down towards his chest, twirling the metal chain on his body, his finger swirling around the stud on his navel. A moan flees past his lips when his finger brushes over the piercing, the desire to suck that delicate and sensitive part coursing through Taehyung’s body.
“A-ahh!! Please.. can you do it already?” The doll cries and Taehyung chuckles. The vampire’s lips trail sloppy wet kisses on the doll’s skin, marking his skin with his teeth, lapping his tongue over the bite marks.
“Take this off from me.” Taehyung leans back, pulling Jungkook close to him. The doll’s hand instinctively, like an obedient toy, reaches out to the hem of his mesh top, pulling it over his head skillfully in one go.
The vampire smirks, now reclining a bit in his place, clearly amused at the way Jungkook ogles his bare body.
Jungkook on the other hand, feels warmth rushing in him, he’s never felt so aroused before just at the mere sight of a man’s naked body.
Taehyung’s skin is flawless. Pale white skin, with blue veins prominently showing themselves off. His chest is chiseled, pecs hard and lean torso with a sculpted v line.
The only mark on his skin is the large tattoo of dried branches with just a single cherry blossom right in the middle of the branches that surround that one flower inked on his neck and collarbone.
He could feel himself getting hard while drowning in the sight and it takes everything in him to control his urge to trace that tattoo with his own fingers.
“Love what you see, baby?” Taehyung purrs, pushes him back on the bed and unbuttons his top. Jungkook hisses as the cold air of the room hits his bare body.
Taehyung gets rid of the chains Jungkook’s wearing, quickly unclasping the locks and throwing them away in some corner of the room. His finger pauses, twirls around the piercing on his belly button, a breathless moan erupting from Jungkook’s throat at the sensation.
His hands then travel further down, unbuttoning the tight pants real quick, freeing Jungkook’s thighs from the restraints of the fabric.
A hand stops him the moment Taehyung’s about to discard the blazer off from Jungkook. His hand stays still on the doll’s shoulder, the latter’s fingers curled around his arms. “Can I keep this on? Please? I don’t— like.. being naked.” Taehyung would be lying if he said he didn’t feel the tremble, the fear in the doll’s voice.
His voice is shaky, pleading.
Taehyung cocks his eyebrows in a questioning manner, jaw clenched for absolutely no one, especially a doll, has ever defied him. He should be mad, get angry but there’s something about the glossy doe eyes that pools with fearful tears that the vampire finds himself breathing out a deep sigh and rolling on the bed next to Jungkook.
He snakes his arm around the doll’s waist, tugs Jungkook closer, flushing their bare chests together.
Jungkook panics, fear creeping in his veins, fright taking over him, “M-my King—..”
“I want to take my precious time with you, Jungkook.” Jungkook feels the softness in his voice, the concern, the care. He doesn’t want to be treated like this. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.
I’m always numb to the topic of loving
“Why?” He ends up asking with a low, jittery voice.
Taehyung looks at him, his thumb caressing the scar on Jungkook’s cheek and the latter leans in his touch, tears welling in his eyes. It’s overwhelming for him. Nobody calls him Jungkook. Nobody wants to take their precious time with him.
And why would they? Why would anyone think, care about what he wants, what he’d feel, what he’d like. It’s his job to care about them, “Because you’re precious.” Taehyung replies, smiling. Nobody calls him precious.
He’s used to it. The feeling of being used. The feeling of being a doll . This isn’t something anyone would and should do for him.
“You wanna rest?” The mob boss asks and Jungkook just don’t know how to fucking respond to him.
Just why!! Why does Taehyung care what he wants? Isn’t he a mere toy? A damn marionette to control?
“Don’t.” Jungkook replies, lips wobbling, eyes pleading.
Taehyung looks at him, baffled and confused with the perplexing response. “Don’t what? Why are you so scared? What are you so.. confused about, Jungkook?”
“Don’t call me Jungkook. Please.”
To say that Taehyung’s mystified would be a clear understatement. This boy is something.
“Why are you so nice to me? Aren’t I just a doll? Just a.. prostitute??”
Taehyung dares to look into those orbs, the same teary orbs that are drowning him in them, speaking volumes, baring emotions he doesn’t want to feel, asking questions he doesn’t have answers to.
Can’t you see that I want you?
He tenderly cups Jungkook’s face, wipes that single drop of tear that rolls out of those glistening eyes, “I brought you here, you’re not a doll to me. You’re—.. Jungkook, yeah?” He heaves out a deep breath, licks his lips and looks away from those bewitching eyes, “You know what, why don't you go to sleep, hm? We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” Taehyung suggests, facing the ceiling.
With all honesty, even he has no damn idea what exactly this doll is.
Doll.
No, he’s not a doll.
He’s Jungkook.
To Taehyung, he’s Jungkook.
Jungkook doesn’t reply. Simply shifts on his side, curling like a ball, silently closing up the buttons of his blazer, not even bothering to pull his pants up, he sniffles lightly. “You—you can fuck me anytime you want. Even if I’m asleep.”
What in the actual world —
Taehyung balls his fists, his jaw clenching at the baffling remark, “Jungkook. Just fucking sleep! Let me get you something to wear and you can sleep, yeah?”
Fucking hell! What has he signed up for!? All he wanted was an ass to fuck, a tight pretty hole to pound onto, a mean to relieve his stress and maybe calm himself, avoid the ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach after clawing out Jaesang’s heart with his bare hands.
It sure as hell is not Taehyung’s fault that Jungkook’s eyes.. they spoke to him.
What?
He has no idea.
All he knows is.. he wants Jungkook. For as long as he can keep him. For as long as Jungkook stays.
I don’t have to remind you,
It's my need to confine you,
Taehyung.. will not confine Jungkook.
He’ll give him freedom.
The freedom Jungkook has no idea of.
The freedom that Jungkook fears.
Because freedom... comes with a price.
The vampire hands over a pair of t-shirt and shorts to the boy, guiding him to the huge bathroom in his room, while he discards his own shirt in the laundry basket, sighing and pouring himself a glass of Château Lafite Rothschild, his favorite wine while thinking deeply. ‘Just who are you? And why do I feel this fucking need to protect you, Jungkook.’
sigh
Who knows!?
Taehyung walks over to the balcony, crimson red orbs gazing at the golden city lights, the cars and buses and trains that pass by appearing as tiny as ants from the distance he’s looking at them from.
Seoul looks pretty at night. The sky is potted and painted with brightly shining stars, twinkling and illuminating bright white light with the moon right in the center. But then again his mind wanders to the boy with wide, sparkling doe eyes in his room. Those eyes that carry hundreds and millions of stars in them.
Jungkook.
Jungkook.
His mind chants the name like a mantra, lips curling upwards in an indecipherable smile as he remembers the way Jungkook kissed him feverishly. And suddenly, the taste of his favorite wine becomes bland.
Those cherry lips left a sickening addiction on Taehyung.
The vampire twirls the liquid in the glass, shaking his head, brushing off the thought of the doll .
No.
Jungkook.
Taehyung blinks his eyes, chugs down the liquid and scrunches his nose when the dark, sweet taste travels down his throat, “Jungkook. You’re Jungkook. But who are you, Jungkook?”
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When Taehyung returns back to the room, the last thing he expected to see was Jungkook wearing the dark grey t-shirt and shorts he handed him, folding the duvet and neatly placing it on the floor, with a pillow in his hand.
But well, that is exactly what he’s seeing right now. “What the fuck!? Jungkook? The fuck are you doing?”
The pillow falls from the doll’s hand, and Jungkook gulps, absolutely terrified with the sudden outburst. “I-I’m sorry. You said I can sleep. And there’s only one bed here.” He pauses, looks around awkwardly, “So—.. so I was making my bed. Or— or I can go anywhere else you want.” Jungkook replies, shoulders sagging, head hung low in embarrassment.
Taehyung sighs, ruffles his own hair grumpily and sets the wine glass on the table. “When I said sleep, I meant sleep on the fucking bed. Not the floor. Just how difficult is it to understand?” Taehyung’s deep voice echoes in the room, his eyes dark, demeanor scary.
Jungkook feels his throat closing up and startles a bit in his place, his palms curling into fists.
The vampire releases an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temple, “Just sleep on the bed, yeah? Let’s not— let’s not talk anymore. I don’t have the energy in me to talk right now.”
Of course he doesn’t.
He got blue-balled. He’s also thirsty. And he needs to rest.
Jungkook simply nods, biting his lips and picking up the duvet from the floor. The boy hesitantly crawls on the bed, facing the right side of the room while Taehyung lies next to him. They’re close. But they’re so, so far.
An invisible wall of hesitation and fear blocking them.
“Do you sleep as well?” A low voice is heard and Taehyung turns around, now facing Jungkook’s back.
The vampire chuckles, snakes his arm around the doll’s waist, pulling him flush against his bare chest, snuggling closer to him. “I don’t necessarily need to. But I need to rest my eyes. Sleep, Jungkook.”
He feels Jungkook tensing up when his crotch accidentally rubs against his clothed ass, the boy shuts his eyes close, clutching on the pillow under his face.
“I won’t do anything against your will, yeah?” The vampire speaks and kisses Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook visibly melts in his embrace. Taehyung’s aura is cold, ice cold but his embrace, his words, his feelings are warm.
And Jungkook finds himself falling.
Falling deep.
And falling asleep as Taehyung cards his long, slender fingers through the boy’s soft locks.
Can’t you see that I want you?
Put your feelings behind you…
Warmth seeps through his skin when Jungkook closes the thin hair distance between them once he’s fallen asleep. Taehyung’s grip over his waist has seemingly relaxed and the next thing Taehyung knows, he’s passing out with a pair of limbs entangled with his own.
The next morning when the bright rays of the sun creep in his room and Taehyung flutters his eyes open, he had no idea he’d get to hear sounds of sobs and whines in his room. He groggily gets up, and his sleep — which he barely got because Jungkook’s ass was literally on his dick— evaporates in the spur of a moment.
“Jungkook?—.. Hey, why.. why are you crying? What’s wrong?”
The said guy doesn’t reply, instead he sobs harder, his head dropping in between his knees, he hugs himself tighter, curling his toes inwards on the sheets under him.
Taehyung has no idea what to say, what to do. He’s never seen someone cry like this. He’s never comforted someone. Just what the fuck is he supposed to do now!?
He hears commotion outside the room and spots the guards standing outside the room.
The door’s ajar and there’s around four of them right outside the room. He pushes the curtain aside and there’s seven more near the main gate of the mansion.
He then eyes the crying beauty on the bed, “What happened? Did someone do anything?” He cautiously touches Jungkook and when he finds no reluctance from the other’s side, he shifts closer, “Let me have a word with them.” The vampire speaks, cups Jungkook’s cheeks carefully and wipes his tears, peppering a couple of soft kisses on those flushed, tear soaked apple of his cheeks.
“What happened here? Why is he crying?”
And the cold, callous vampire king is back as soon as he’s away from Jungkook.
The guards gulp hard, almost trembling and fearing for dear life. “S-sir.. your doll— he.. he was trying to escape.” One of the guards, whose name is probably Hyun-Jung or something Taehyung doesn’t really remember, replies with a trembling voice.
Escape!?
Taehyung huffs out a deep breath, grabbing the guard by his neck, his claws digging on the other’s throat, “He’s not a doll. That boy has a name and it’s not doll. Don’t let me repeat that, hm? And what do you mean he was trying to escape?” His voice is commanding, laced with authority, almost terrifying.
Another guard who’s standing at a distance answers this time, “Sir King, we found him on the main gate, he was trying to sneak out of the mansion. And when we tried to stop him he almost ran away. Kwang caught him at just the right time.”
Taehyung nods curtly, flicking his fingers and dismissing them all at once, he’s already turning away and slamming the door of his room, startling all the guards who’re scattering outside in the passage and even Jungkook who’s still crying silently inside the room.
The vampire settles himself next to the beauty, “The guards said you were trying to run away from the mansion. Is it so? What were you thinking, baby? Trying to Escape? Sneak out?” The vampire’s eyebrow is arched, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
Jungkook pouts, his head lolling downwards, and then mumbles under his breath, “Wasn’t—.. running away. I am supposed to be at the club anyway, right? It’s morning and I— I should be back at the club. Will you complain to Hyung about me?”
Taehyung shakes his head at the words, pulls Jungkook closer and cups his soft cheeks with his calloused hands, “I won’t complain and you, you’re not going anywhere. You’re gonna stay here. With me.”, Taehyung sighs, his thumb caressing Jungkook’s scar on the cheek, “You’re not going back to the club.”
For a split second, something flashes in the boy’s eyes, maybe out of happiness, maybe out of fear, maybe out of excitement.
But Taehyung saw a silver lining flashing in the boy’s almond orbs.
And it only intrigues him even more. Makes him want to know more, makes him want to explore more.
“I can stay here? I don’t have to go back there?” Jungkook repetitively asks.
As if reassuring himself again and again.
He’s not going back.
Taehyung smiles at him, lifting the boy in his arms. Jungkook doesn’t protest.
He doesn’t find it in himself to protest, he finds himself giving in to the silent command from the king.
The vampire lays him on the bed again, kissing Jungkook’s forehead, his eyes, his cheeks and finally those addictive cherry lips. His touch is soft, gentle. Fingers delicately tracing every part of his bare skin, lips tenderly pressing against Jungkook’s plump ones.
Jungkook arches his back, pulling the vampire closer, his fingers clasping around Taehyung’s nape, brushing the skin gently, eliciting a deep rumble from Taehyung’s throat.
“You’re not going back. You’re mine, Jungkook.” Taehyung’s lips trace Jungkook’s delicate skin, painting the beauty’s skin with his own lips and teeth, he basks in the sight of red and purple flowers that blossom over the expanse of his velvety soft neck.
And I’ma leave a mark, just to remind you..
His tongue laps and teeth nibbles over the skin, hands rubbing over every curve, every inch of the doll’s body. His touch is hungry, as if he’s been starving for everything Jungkook has to give him and yet— yet it feels so, so tender.
Where you belong, baby..
Jungkook writhes under him, his own nails crawling and scratching over Taehyung’s back, “O-oh King—.. m-my king, please .” He breathes out over the vampire’s neck, eyes brimming with fresh tears out of pleasure, “Please do something— a-ah.. take me, please .” Jungkook’s moans are loud, unfiltered.
Every please and oh and ah that flees past his lips sounds like the most melodic tune Taehyung has ever heard in the past three hundred years of his damn life.
Give me your all, scream as loud as you want..
Taehyung’s hand then halts when it reaches the hem of Jungkook’s t-shirt, his fingers digging and swirling around the piercing, “I want to see you.” He groans and Jungkook freezes there and then.
He knows what this means.
If Taehyung sees him, he’ll see.. he’ll see and he’ll know.
He’ll know what nobody except Jimin knows.
“W-why?” He swallows the lump that starts clogging his throat, “Why can’t you just fuck me like the others?” Jungkook retaliates, gripping Taehyung’s hand hesitantly.
The vampire, however, is determined.
He wants to see.
Who Jungkook is.
What Jungkook is.
What he’s hiding under those damn clothes.
“Because I’m me and you— you’re not someone like those other dolls to me. You’re... you.” Yeah. He thinks that is the best way to describe Jungkook.
Jungkook, on the other hand, wants to scream. Cry. Yell. Run away now.
He’s not afraid of what Taehyung might see.
He’s afraid of the rejection that follows.
He’s afraid of Taehyung’s rejection.
Taehyung.
He's special to Taehyung.
And Taehyung is special to him.
I’m always numb to the topic of loving
His lips quiver, almond brown eyes staring right back at the determined crimson red ones, “Okay. Okay you can see me.” He gulps, his fingers clutching over Taehyung’s shoulder.
Taehyung smirks, a wave of desire and yearning seeping through his veins, arousing every bundle of nerve in him.
He tugs at Jungkook’s t-shirt, eyes asking for permission yet again, inspecting any trace of discomfort.
Jungkook merely nods, holds his breath, and nips on his bottom lip.
Taehyung pulls over his t-shirt, orbs darkening at the flawless skin of the guy under him, an unconscious, breathless moan escaping his lips. “Fuck! You’re so fucking gorgeous, why were you hiding this from me?”
He shifts their position then, now laying on the mattress with Jungkook over him, topless. His pale, smooth, alluring skin on display. The vampire trails his hands all over Jungkook’s body, pulling the guy closer, claiming his lips in an ardent kiss.
Jungkook moans and groans, grinding his clothed ass over Taehyung’s hard member.
The vampire feels his nerves jolting with crave .
Jungkook smells sweet, so sweet that Taehyung’s mind goes haywire. His natural faint body scent igniting flames of desire within him. He kisses Jungkook with fervor and desperation, tongue swirling and grazing inside Jungkook’s mouth, tasting every corner of the wet, hot cavern.
Jungkook responds just as hotly to him. With the same passion, same need. “Ahh fuck!” he almost screams when Taehyung, without any warning, suddenly flicks and pinches his pinkish nubs.
Taehyung leans forward, his mouth latching and sucking on Jungkook’s chest, tongue swirling around feeling the soft pink buds go hard in his mouth, he pulls back with a string of saliva still connecting his lips to the other’s now swollen nipple.
The boy whimpers, “M-master—.. please. ” Jungkook shudders and Taehyung’s resolve crumbles down his feet.
His cock twitches under his own pants and the next moment Jungkook feels the fabric of his shorts being ripped out, cold air of the room hitting his bare skin making him grunt in response.
“You’re so sexy, Jungkook. Mine. ” He rumbles, hand possessively looping around Jungkook’s bare back, “You’re mine, right?” Taehyung grunts over his ears, pushing Jungkook once again on the bed now.
Jungkook’s words are reduced to mere cries and moans. His mind too hazy, clouded with lust and want, lips unable to respond with coherent words.
“Y-yours. I’m yours, my k-king.” He somehow manages to breathe out in between cries of pleasure.
“Mine. All mine.”
The vampire sounds like a broken record but Jungkook realizes he wants to hear this single word for a long, long time.
Mine.
Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment, basking in the feeling of utter bliss and hovering over Jungkook again, hands still busy exploring each and every part of the other’s skin.
And when he opens his eyes—
Taehyung freezes for a split second.
As if the blood has just flushed and drained out of his body. His already pale face turns even more pale *at the sight.
Jungkook looks at him with teary eyes, as if pleading the vampire not to utter those words. He knows. He knows Taehyung now knows the only thing he wished nobody to see, find out.
He’s afraid. so , so afraid of the rejection that he knows will come the next moment. And he can’t. He just cannot bear Taehyung’s rejection.
“You.. you are—”