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home; slow dance with me | kim taehyung x reader

part of the home drabble series

genre | CEO!taehyung, dad!taehyung, established relationship, fluff summary | The warmth of another body pressed up against yours - the knowledge that you’re not facing the world alone - is all you need sometimes. rating | PG13 word count | 1.5k words warnings | none a/n | if you (YES YOU!) are super stressed out by the burdens of living just!! like!!! me!!!!!!, then i hope this brings you comfort the same way writing this brought me so much comfort and peace :’) aLSO this is unedited yall bcos life keeps knocking me down lately and i desperately needed an outlet LIKE SLOW DANCING WITH TAE ORITE KTHXBYE

You slide your hand across the smooth sheets next to you, its coolness crisp but hollowing. You eye the pillow - the pair to your own - that’s propped up against the headboard, unused. Your lips pull down into a frown, settling into the position that’s become familiar over the last few days. You’re not moving, just laying with your hand outstretched into the empty other half of your bed, but the world feels like it’s spinning with the way your thoughts whirl round and round and round in your head. The weight of them pins you down, sits on your chest, shallowing out your breaths.

In a surge, you grab the discomfortingly pristine pillow from its place, squeezing it to your chest. Braving the shocking cold of the fabric against your warm skin under the cocooning blanket, you’re rewarded with the lightest of scents - barely sufficient - that lingers of your husband on his pillow. It doesn’t entirely quell the storm brewing within you. But it’s enough for now.

This week has been hard. Dealing with the extended business trips that Taehyung has to take has always been difficult - a troublesome inconvenience at its best, a gaping emptiness at its worst.

And this week has been the worst of all.

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Concept: You're a hot girl on Twitch and Namjoon is an absolute simp.

✧ pairing: namjoon x (f) streamer!reader

✧ genre: twitch/streamer au

✧ rating: mature / 18+

✧ wc: 533

✧ warnings: parasocial relationships, simping, mentions of (m) masturbation, namjoon heavily lusting after mc

a/n: um so it's been like two months cus of a combo of me getting a little bit busier and also having some serious writer's block. though, i seem to be back and with a new little piece. this looks like it could be a prelude to a new au, who knows!! spoiler alert: it definitely is

as usual, please let me know if you like this. a nice ask or an rb with nice tags would make a huge difference esp since ya girl has not written in a while!!

for those of you who have read my previous work:

yes, this is in the same vein as beauty and the stream, but in the future, you may also see similarities to buwygf since i really did vibe with that oc and that characterization of namjoon! i apologize in advance if this doesn't feel like anything new, but i've been struggling to write for a while and i'd like to start off easy for now. hopefully, you will enjoy this!

Namjoon knows he’s not the only one.

In the grand scheme of things, you’re a regular person. You probably never thought that so many people would flock to your stream at the ding of a mere push notification. That a bot with an English accent would read you so many donation messages each day telling you how pretty, kind, and funny you are. That you’d enchant so many people just by playing your favorite games and reading messages in chat.

There’s nothing inherently sexual about an (extremely) attractive woman playing video games on a livestream. Even if it is statistically impossible for Namjoon to be the only red-blooded male watching you with his eyes glued to his screen. It’s just that Namjoon feels so damn guilty for drooling over you. No matter how sweet the eye candy is.

He’s practically the same as every other user in the chat vying for your affections even though he doesn’t dare type a word. He wants the same thing as every guy on Twitter and Instagram venturing into your DMs. He might even buy some of your merch since matching a hoodie with you is as close to you as he’ll ever get.

He knows this is completely one-sided.

But, what he wouldn’t give to be in the glow of your LED lights. Your lo-fi playlist playing in the background. His deep, hushed voice in your ears. He knows he could make you melt like the wax on those lavender vanilla candles you always have lit up.

His jacket is ready to slip off the foot of your bed. He’ll probably have to come back for it. One of the oldest tricks in the book. Well, for good reason. He knows his jacket would be one of many “forgotten” on your bedroom floor. But, who could blame the others before him?

Who could blame them when the ambiance of your room is so dreamy? When it’s so hard to go back to looking and not touching?

Namjoon would kill to feel those pretty tits of yours. You’re not one to show a lot of skin on stream, but you’re definitely not above the occasional thirst trap on Instagram. At times, Namjoon pictures you showing more cleavage on stream, but that might make it a little hard not to drool even more. It would be especially hard to keep his hand out of his pants.

It’s hard enough not to see you in his dreams. Dreams where you sit in a hot tub in a ridiculously small two-piece. Where your wet breasts glisten and your nipples visibly harden. You get up every time you get a certain amount of bits donated and spin a wheel, turning to show off your ass as you do so. You change into a new bikini each time you reach a certain donation milestone.

It’s not wrong to dream of you, is it? Namjoon can’t control what he sees in his dreams. It’s not as if he’s like the weirdos that come into your chat, asking if you have a boyfriend or an OnlyFans. In your stream chat, he can definitely control himself. Namjoon is not some weird, creepy pervert.

Right?

☽Welcome to Midnight Luxe☾

Grab a drink and get cozy. We're going to be here for a while~

A masterlist of all the things I've read (and some that still need to be)

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Welcome to Seoul Land (M)

Werewolf!Namjoon x Human!Reader

Request:  If you’re still taking requests, wolf Namjoon impreg or pregnancy sex pls??? 🥺

I LOVE your works! I need a wolf namjoon impreg story though!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

WordCount: 11.7k

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Impreg Kink/ Breeding Kink, Namjoon Has A Huge Dick, Spanking, Knotting, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Heat

From The World Of: I Waited For You

A/N: Just…Just enjoy this please. Love you guys <3

“Hi, welcome to Seoul Land. Please step all the way in and wait until a spot frees up to grab your tickets.” you deadpan, leaning against the turnstile.

Your lips press into a straight line as you stare at the small children squealing with excitement. Your ears by the end of your shift are always deafened because of these children. 

“Hi, welcome to Seoul Land. Please step all the way in and wait until a spot frees up to grab your tickets." 

Your fingers find the frayed lanyard hanging around your neck as you look down at your Employee ID Card. Your fingers on reflex press the small counter in your hand as children and adults pass through the gate. 

"Excuse me Miss? Where is the bathroom?” a small boy inquires, raising his hand.  

“Past the turnstile to the right, down the corridor first door on your left.” you reply by heart, clicking the counter once more. 

Seoul Land used to be your greatest joy, your biggest dream was to work here when you were little. Now a struggling college student having to pay her bills with the small paycheck from Seoul Land, it’s not as glorious as your seven year old self had thought. You don’t have to look at your watch to know your shift is almost up. Hyera will shortly relieve you, the changing colors of the sky notify you of this. 

“Hi, welcome to Seoul Land. Please step all the way in and wait until a spot frees up to grab your tickets." 

Your eyes scan the long line of impending customers before landing on one. 

He was back. 

Again. 

Fourth time this week. 

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⟪“about time”⟫

It’s honestly about time I got to writing this because it feels like I’ve been holding onto my thoughts about this piece forever (I read this right after you posted, so I’m sorry for the wait😅).

Okay, but there was this thought that came to mind while I was reading this. It really doesn’t mean that much, but at the moment, it felt nice. It’s just that there are some specific times of the day that depending on how they juxtapose each other, I may either hate (or just may feel really dull) or may I love. For example, 5:30pm is a bland time for me, while 5:30am is amazing because I'm sleeping. The same goes for 4pm versus 4am, and 6pm versus 6am (I'm starting to think that this is because these are the times that I'm asleep lol). But this story happening at 3:02am is nice mainly because when I read this (which was technically not 3 am but still pretty late enough for me to be a little sleepy), I was actually awake. It was quiet. Nothing was really happening outside of the darkness that I encased myself in with the exception of the light from my phone, the sound of the ac running, and if I listen hard enough, I could probably catch the songs of the cicadas outside my window.

So reading a story that felt loud, Yoongi’s emotions heightened with desperation feeding into the urgency of his action, it pushed away the quiet darkness and was made into something brighter that burned warmly. It’s a story that makes you stop and listen for a moment. To feel the hurt, the heartache, the anguish, the raspy breath that led to an exhale that felt so salient while the world was silent. Everything was beautiful, and for me, it was like I could hear their heartbeats, feel time slowing down in the story while reality speeds up.

3 am is one of my favorite times now because of this.

Thank you for sharing this with us. We are oh so utterly undeserving.

Love you always and forever, Rain.🌙💕

[3:02am] yoongi’s certain this is a terrible, awful idea but he throws himself against your door anyway, making a dull thud that he doesn’t bother reinforcing with a few knocks. it would be his due punishment, if you didn’t wake up at this ridiculous hour. if you just left him sitting out here like the idiot who didn’t realize he was so damn deep in love until he broke your heart. but it’s been two months since he’s seen you. two fucking months since he’s been able to hold your hand, run his fingertips over your soft skin and feel your ever-steady warmth in his grasp. but then he’s falling over backwards when the door behind him gives way and the pain of smacking his head on the frame is nothing when he sees you.

“you opened,” he exhales as he spins around. his entire body seems to shudder with the anticipation for what that might mean, what every implication could be. but the thing is, he’s sick of ambiguity. he’s let it run his life too many times already and it is not going to take you away from him, not this time, damn it. so before you can even say a word, he lets tumble “i love you” in a voice that’s more breath than syllable but god, if it isn’t the truth that he’s been failing to bury in his wrung-out heart. he can’t even bear to look at you after his confession, afraid that the answer will be exactly what he deserves.

so imagine how his heartbeat skips when you take his hand. imagine how he stops thinking of anything but you when you press your warm, warm, warm lips to his and whisper, “about time.”

Thirst Pt 1

Description: You were raised to defend humanity against the monsters in the dark. Van Helsing had nothing on you. Too bad you didn’t actually believe any of it.

Genre: Supernatural, thriller, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 10.9k

Warnings: Petting over the clothes, dry humping, biting and vivid depictions of blood, language. Finance jargon I’m making up because I don’t know shit about financial firms. :) (Also, nothing against military guys - I’m just writing from the experiences of watching/reading the stories from my fellow women while in Korea.)

A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot, but my muse decided that it needs to be a series. It’s my first supernatural one, so I’m really excited about it. I hope y’all enjoy~!

From childhood, you had borne an embarrassing family secret--the kind of thing that you tried not to think of or let be known outside the walls of your house. It was only ever spoken amongst your family members and dammit--that’s how it was going to stay. You'd gone through twelve long years of school, always fearing the day that the secret might get loose and your reputation would crumble like ashes to the floor. You had imagined the way your peers would look at you, whispering behind their hands as they stared at you in disgusted amusement. You'd worried about it so much, you even had nightmares about it. More than once you’d had to be wrestled from the terrors of your mind by your family, their attempts at assuaging your fears unsuccessful.

Your secret? Your family were "vampire hunters."

Yes, just like Van Helsing of the old Gothic stories, your family had practiced as hunters of a mythological species for many generations. From day one of your life, your house had been filled with all sorts of hunting instruments, ranging from sharpened stakes to iron crucifixes. Bottles of holy water were on every floor, in every room, and in multiple locations in said rooms. You’d slept with a crossbow above your headboard, a knife beneath your pillow, and a Bible on the nightstand. You swore you were permanently blinded to the smell of garlic from having had stupid amounts of the pungent ingredient around you all your life.

None of your friends had ever been told; not even your oldest and closest friend. It was horrifying, humiliating, and downright silly. No one could ever know this about your family. You had always gone to the sleepovers but never hosted. After all, how could you invite your friends to the house and tell them seriously, “Don’t touch the weapons, please.”?  You refused to watch the vampire movies with them, forced to do so at home with your parents as they used the fake material to launch pop quizzes on you and your siblings.

“Do vampires sparkle, ___?” your dad would ask.

“No, sir,” would be your dull reply, your eyes forced to watch the poor acting like it was an actual lesson.

“Correct! What do vampires do?”

“Burn in the sun.”

If he’d been bothered by your heavy sigh, he had made no sign of it, squeezing your shoulder with pride. “That’s my girl.”

If Twilight had been the antithesis of what you were raised to do, then Interview With a Vampire was your sacred text. You could quote the movie line for line, perhaps repeat entire scenes from the book. Posters of Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise in their vampire costumes had been your target practice for years. If you ever saw them in person, you feared you might actually feel the need to attack them.

No, you could never be like your girlfriends, taken in by the handsome features of the Hollywood actors who portrayed your family’s sworn enemy. Any sign of feeling, any sort of attraction for them, had seen you being run through the obstacle course your family had built several generations before, added to with each new head of the family. Training, your parents called it. Conditioning for the time when you would confront your enemy. You needed to be prepared-- always.

Therein lies the biggest source of embarrassment for you. You were nearing your mid-20’s now and not once had you ever seen a vampire. You had never even heard rumor of one. Had any of your siblings, either? Also, no. Your parents? Definitely not. Your grandparents? You could remember your nana saying she might’ve seen one when she was five or so. For the entirety of your life, you’d been forced through training over a creature that no one in your living family had ever come into close contact with, much less even seen for certain.

You could remember vividly the anger and frustration you’d felt from all the times you had wanted to go out and do things with your friends only to be told no, you had training to do. The number of fights you’d gotten into with your parents had been numerous, starting small until they became all-out shouting matches with your younger siblings left to watch on the sidelines. Screams demanding to know why you had to suffer through their bullshit for some creature that didn’t even exist were met with answering yells of rebuttal, claiming there were no vampires in your life because your family had been hunters for so many years.

High school had been the most tumultuous time between you and your family, and graduation had seen you leaving the house as soon as you were able to. You let your vigorous training fall to the background, only occasionally heading to the gym during your college years when you’d felt the Freshman Fifteen were threatening a comeback. You forced yourself to get rid of the need for weapons at your disposal, training yourself to sleep without the feel of the knife in your hand beneath the pillows. You exchanged the bottle of holy water in your bag for a can of pepper spray. You traded centuries-long delusions for real, in-your-face situations and finally-- you’d felt normal. You still kept in touch with your family, gracing them on a few rare occasions with your physical presence, but you refused to return to their world again.

You graduated university with an excellent GPA, majoring in finance and immediately gaining entry to a well-known company. Walking into the offices on your first day was like inhaling a breath of fresh air after being stuffed inside for too long. No one here had any background knowledge of your family. You weren’t known as the oddball who never had anyone over. You were simply ___, a newbie to the office but someone with plenty of potential and a determination to succeed. You rose through the ranks quickly, becoming a senior member of the team with ease after only a few scant years. Rumor had it you were looking at being promoted to supervisor, too, if you kept up the good work.

Yes, life was finally good for you, embarrassing secret or no. You’d even go so far as to claim it was almost perfect! The only thing keeping you from saying that was one Jeon Jungkook.

Your features dropped into a scowl as you heard his highly amused giggle filter its way through the doors of your office. Your head snapped around to glare outside the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of your office, watching as your office enemy sauntered past with another coworker, the two men deep in conversation as they went on their way. He was the reason you could not accept your current life as perfect and you hated him for it.

You’d both been hired on the same day, sitting next to each other nervously in the outside hall as you waited for your interviews. At first, you’d been struck by how gorgeous the man was. His skin was flawless, with dark eyes that sparkled with some unspoken amusement, his hair neatly trimmed and styled out of his face. His suit had looked expensive, expertly tailored to fit his lean body. You’d watched with not a small amount of appreciation when he’d gotten up to have his interview first, eyes fastened to the curve of his ass in his slacks, mouth-watering at the thickness in his thighs and the smooth, confident gait to his walk.

Oh yes, you’d appreciated him from day one. Day two, however, had doused that attraction as you realized he was highly competitive--competitive against you. Being the new hires, you two were constantly placed together on projects or assigned to the same customers. When you were both told to shadow a senior member of the office, it became an unspoken competition to see who could earn the most praise. When told to create your own proposals for a new customer, you two went head-to-head to see who would be chosen. Project leader positions, quarterly bonuses--hell, even just where you sat during office meetings; everything became a competition between you and Jeon Jungkook.

Your rivalry was very well known in the office, everyone always rolling their eyes when the newest bout of snapping at each other began. In your words, Jungkook was an ass. In his words, you were a know-it-all. You were always right and he was always wrong, and vice versa. When asked if the two of you would ever become friends, you had replied in unison, “Absolutely not!”

Nearly four years now had this rivalry been ongoing, and you’d both been talked to about it more than once by your boss. You didn’t feel much worry about your position, however, as you were good at what you did and, besides Jungkook, everyone liked you. Likewise, he felt the same about his own position, having the reputation as the Office Good Boy™️. He was reliable and eager to help, chatty with everyone (not you), and always remembered when it was someone’s birthday (not yours). You knew the truth, though. It was all a front for him. He was just playing, acting, pretending to be this good guy. You didn’t know why you were so determined on this, but deep inside you just knew it. You chalked it up to the gut instinct your parents had bred into you.

His laugh broke your musings again, deepening the scowl that marred your features as you returned to your work, fingers tapping a touch too hard on the keyboard in your annoyance. The most recent competition between you two had seen Jungkook emerging as the winner, the newest quarterly bonus being given to him just that morning in a big to-do by the boss. He’d even declared there was going to be a celebratory dinner that night because Jungkook had managed to not only successfully meet the client’s needs, he’d impressed them enough to have your financial firm hired on for the whole of the client’s company. The contract had the potential to be a multi-million dollar deal and the boss was more than thrilled.

“It wasn’t that impressive, sir, I swear!” Jungkook’s bashful tone was like nails on a chalkboard, your spine shivering with annoyed disgust. The moment your eyes darted up again to glare out, he was there, too, meeting your gaze with a haughty smirk through the glass as he walked a step behind the boss.

“Nonsense, Jungkook. You did a damn good job and I want the whole of this company to realize this. Keep this up and you have some major potential for a significant promotion.” Jungkook’s head snapped back to your boss’s back, glee clearly written on his face as he continued after him.

“Really, sir? You think so?” The bashful tone was still there and being utilized to its fullest degree as the two men rounded the corner towards another part of the office, their conversation trailing out of your hearing.

God, how he pissed you off.

He continued annoying you throughout the whole day, too, popping in when you least wanted him to (which was pretty much always) and inserting himself into your conversations with your coworkers. Through little devious tricks, he’d pull the attention off of you and onto him, basking “shyly” in the praises your coworkers heaped upon him. He overruled you in the afternoon meeting concerning a new client, getting his proposal accepted over yours. Hell, he even cut you off when you went to go get water from the water fountain!

By the time six o’clock hit and everyone was preparing to head out for the staff dinner, you were fuming. Your work friends, Leena and Shion, hovered around you anxiously as the three of you walked to your car, your mutterings loud enough for them to hear. The two women tried to carry on a conversation on the way to the restaurant, their voices a little too bright to be authentic. If they noticed the way your hands gripped and squeezed the steering wheel, they made no mention of it, trying hard to focus the conversation on the upcoming meal.

“I haven’t had some good sushi in so long,” moaned Shion, head leaning back against the headrest of her chair.

“Agreed. I think the last time I actually had any was well over two months ago when I went on that disaster of a date. Remember that, ___?” Leena tentatively pulled you into the conversation, brow furrowed as you met her gaze through the rearview mirror.

You did, in fact, remember and the way your lips finally began to lift in a ghost of a smile made your friends exhale in relief. The poor woman had been trying unsuccessfully for months now to score a man through dating apps, trying her luck with Korean and foreign men alike. The man in question had been a military guy, stationed at a base farther down the west coast but he’d come up to Seoul for the weekend on approved leave. Leena spoke decent English, which was the reason they’d agreed to a date in the first place, but the night had ended rather prematurely when the guy had gotten drunk way too fast and had to be taken back to his hostel before a fight had broken out. She’d walked into work the following week with a scowl and a declaration of taking a break from the dating scene. You and Shion had little faith that it would last but still took care to comfort the woman.

Your conversation turned lighter after remembering that date, your laughs lasting all the way until you got to the restaurant and were seated inside. You were glad to see that this particular place had actual chairs rather than cushions on the floor, making your way with your friends to a section of the long table that you claimed as yours. The rest of the employees began to trickle in after you, greetings going all around as everyone took their seats, making sure the boss had his spot at the center of the table. You had gladly chosen a spot towards one end, knowing that Jungkook would be sitting next to the boss tonight and far away from you. The thought cheered you up greatly, especially as you watched him sit down exactly where he was expected, the arm of the boss wrapped around his shoulders and a bottle of soju ready to be poured.

“Alright, everyone. Excellent, excellent work this last quarter, but especially so to our Jeon Jungkook. He expertly managed to get us one of our largest contracts yet this year. Raise a glass!” You obediently raised your drink, a bored look on your face as you muttered “Cheers” under your breath before downing the alcohol. When Shion offered to refill it immediately, you didn’t hesitate to accept.

As with all company dinners your work had, the event went longer than it was supposed to, two hours turned into three, and then four. The restaurant was beginning to get threatening in their looks at your private room, waiters trying to hint that it was time for everyone to move onto a second-round outside of their place, if you please. You yourself were more than a little buzzed, having finished off four bottles of soju and beer between you and your tablemates. Your earlier mood had been completely erased, the delicious food and flowing drinks making you forget the annoying presence Jungkook was in your life and, instead, focusing on simply enjoying the moment.

When your boss stood up, all sorts of wobbly and speech slurred, he demanded everyone join him for round two. While a few buggered off due to family reasons, the majority of the table cheered in agreement, movements slow and laugh-fueled as everyone tried to stand up without falling over. You followed after Leena and Shion, a happy smile on your face as the group made their way to the elevator that would take you to the bottom floor. You were all crowded in tightly as the doors opened, no one wanting to get left behind. You giggled drunkenly along with your friends as you were squeezed together, making joking flirtatious remarks to each other as the elevator began to travel down below.

“Enjoy yourself tonight, ___?” Your smile wavered as you felt hot breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck, your eyes darting up to look at the mirror to see Jungkook pressed tightly behind you. His own features were pulled into a devious grin, eyes sparkling yet again with unspoken amusement that only he understood. As your smile fell into a scowl his own lips only spread wider, your eyes locked tight together as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Jungkook, fourteen. ___, ten.” The bastard had the audacity to speak aloud your scores of the unspoken competition you were in. It practically burned you to know he was winning, and by four more!

He took the elbow you rammed back into his stomach with grace, his grin only dropping a fraction before it returned with even greater force. You snapped your head to the side, glaring at him over your shoulder. “Watch your back, Jeon. I’m going to get my revenge...just you wait and see.” His breathy chuckle washed over your face and you suddenly realized through the drunken haze just how close the two of you were actually pressed together. You refused to let your sudden awareness show, smothering it down with a poisonous glare.

“Bring it on, ___. I look forward to it.”

He was gone the next second, the elevator doors dinging with your arrival at the bottom floor. Bodies began moving out of the lift, needing to get out from the sweltering heat of too many people pushed together into the fresh night air. Leena and Shion had been ignorant to the whole interaction you’d just had as they continued on with their conversation without pausing. You trailed after them slowly, breathing consciously in through your nose, out through your mouth, pulling on the training from your childhood to calm down your racing heart and blinding rage. ...What a bastard he was.

You forced yourself past the newest bout of annoyance, following your friends and coworkers into the hof restaurant your boss had led you. Pitchers of beer and appetizers were on the menu here, everyone digging in as the second round began. Drinking games, sports debates, and drunken relationship advice filled the place as the time passed on, midnight coming and going with little note. You had been enjoying yourself thoroughly, too, your table of six well into yet another round of Never Have I Ever. It was when the game finally reached its conclusion that you realized Leena,  who had disappeared to the bathroom after losing the game before anyone else, had yet to come back.

"Anyone know where Leena went?"

"She went to the bathroom, didn't she?" Hongsup squinted blearily around the dim lighting of the restaurant, looking towards the bathrooms in question.

"Yeah, but it's been, like, forever. I'm gonna go find her." You slapped your hands on the table in determination. Your tablemates watched you wobbly stand to your feet, shrugging it off to return to another round of their game.

Leena was probably fine, you reasoned with yourself as you headed back to the bathrooms. You just tended to be the 'mom' of the group whenever you were out with friends and tonight was no different. It was probably your training from childhood that always made you weary. You paused at the door to the bathroom, gaze going distant for a second before you nodded to yourself. Yes, it was absolutely due to your family's upbringing. ‘Better safe than sorry’ was your motto as you entered into the bathroom, calling out for Leena with only a slight hiccup. Hearing no response you turned around to head outside to see if she was getting some fresh air

You realized you'd needed some yourself as you inhaled deeply, the cold, crisp air peeling off a layer of the drunken haze you'd been under for the majority of the night. Your parents would be disgusted with the amount you'd drunk, rambling on and on about dulled response times and the inability to think properly. Your eyes couldn't help but roll upwards as you relieved a past memory of similar talking to. You'd been grounded for nearly a month after stumbling home from a night out with friends, your hungover body forced to run the brutal training gauntlet the following morning until you were sick all over yourself.

You shook yourself free from the memory, sighing again at the amount of therapy you honestly needed to begin. "Fucking non-existent vampires." You began walking down the street a little, looking between the restaurant alleys to see if your friend had disappeared down one to grab a cigarette. Luckily for you, you did indeed find her only a few moments later. Rather unluckily for you, however, you'd stumbled upon her being pressed against the wall and thoroughly ravaged.

You stopped, more than a tiny bit shocked, and stared at the scene. Your ears rang with the sound of her moans echoing on the narrow alley walls. They were most definitely not moans of distress, and your slightly blurry gaze could see the way her body writhed against her unknown partner’s in an interesting mix of incoordination and frenzy. Her hands were roaming wildly up and down the expanse of the stranger’s back, pulling and scratching at his rumpled suit jacket unsuccessfully until she finally settled on grabbing two fistfuls of the man’s loose hair. Their lips moved against each other roughly, loud gasps escaping them both as they sought air in between their mutual attempts at ravaging the other’s mouth.

The two mimicked a passionate fucking as they sank deeper into their alcohol-fueled encounter, Leena's head falling back against the wall as the stranger began to kiss his way down her neck. You stared aghast when he took a firm grasp on her leg, hitching it up high on his waist so he could better roll against your friend's clothed core. It was absolutely lewd the way she moaned her appreciation of the new position, her hands pulling at his hair wildly. It looked painful the way she twisted and tugged on the loose locks, but the stranger didn't seem to mind. You swore you heard a growl somewhere in between the moans of ecstasy being wrought out from Leena, his head borrowing deeper into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

You needed to go back inside. You needed to not be a voyeuristic pervert who was watching her friend dry hump a stranger on the street. You needed some water. Your throat was drier than the desert when you swallowed, but your core was throbbing with an envious desire. It had been so long since you'd had that much fun with a man and you were highly jealous of Leena in that moment.

You sighed, finally shaking yourself from looking at them, the stuttered rhythm of their bucking hips telling you they were going to be finishing soon. You got ready to turn around to head back inside when Leena's moans changed, becoming long, drawn-out murmurs that you couldn't make out. Your brow scrunched in confusion as you found yourself watching again, eyes following the stranger's hand as it wove itself into your friend's silky black hair. He used his grip to tug her head back and to the side, baring more of her thoroughly marked neck to him. He didn't move his head but instead stilled, jaw working like he was placing the world's darkest hickey on her skin. Your ears could pick up the odd sound of slurping, your confusion growing as you tried to understand why this stranger was slobbering on Leena.

Then, he pulled back, yanking her head away from him even farther as he took long, deep breaths of the cool night air. Your stomach plummeted to your feet as you saw the glistening shine of blood on his mouth, stray rivulets of your friend's life essence slowly streaking its way down his jaw. Milky-white fangs--fucking fangs --stood out in stark contrast to the dark blood on him, his head tilted up towards the sky in obvious rapture. Your heart rate soared, thundering loudly in your ears and you just knew that he could hear it. You stood helpless as his head slowly tilted back down, turning your direction in a way that made you feel like prey caught under the stare of a dangerous predator. All thoughts fizzled out as the connections crackled loudly in your head.

You knew that face. You knew those eyes. You hated them every day since meeting their owner.

Worry for Leena disappeared as your instincts shouted at you to run, backing up on shaky feet until you were out of the small alleyway and back onto the main road. You paid little heed to everyone else as you stumbled back inside the restaurant, grabbing your phone to dial for a taxi. Your coworkers shrugged off your frightened expression, their own drunken haze making them oblivious to the fear that was practically oozing from you.

You spoke to no one when you left. You gave the taxi driver only your address and nothing more. You raced inside your apartment building, fingers slamming on the elevator buttons to make the lift go faster. The door to your apartment was locked and barricaded by a heavy dresser. You didn't undress, couldn't undress, as you climbed into bed. The knife you had sworn you'd never needed was held tightly in your shaking hands, your eyes wide as they darted to and fro between your veranda door and the front door. You feared you might have been followed. You couldn't be sure. Your mind dusted off the mental box where you'd stored all of your childhood training, working feverishly to remember how you were supposed to react in this situation.

Leena hadn't been dry-fucking a stranger, no. That stranger was Jeon Jungkook, and he was a motherfucking vampire.

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The hour struck three in the morning and your eyes blinked blearily. Your grip on your knife had not once grown slack since you'd made it home two hours ago. Your senses were still in high alert in the safety of your place, lessons long ago hammered into your head reminding you that you were never truly safe from a vampire. It was unbelievable how ironic it was that all those years of training by your parents was finally coming into play. It was supposed to remain a simple myth, dammit. All the nights spent at the dinner table pouring over old texts and journals from previous generations of hunters, learning their secrets and their experiences with vampires. They were supposed to remain as fantasies, your ancestors simply flexing their creative writing skills.

The sudden whizzing sound of your refrigerator turning on made you jump, clutching your knife tighter in your hands again. Your eyes darted about the one-room apartment wearily, staring hard at the shadows that had never bothered you before.

"Come the fuck on, ___," you muttered to yourself after another hour of sitting frozen on your bed. You just knew that if those same ancestors were looking down on you now it was with disgust and disappointment. Your fear was natural, of course. Realizing that bloodsucking demons did exist and having seen one in action was a harrowing experience. However, letting that fear rule you was completely unacceptable. You half-considered ringing up your parents for the first time in months. They would know what to do, but they would also unintentionally lord it over you. ' We trained you for a reason, ___ !'  You could hear the disappointed sighs even now.

The idea of your parents being right finally helped you shake yourself free from the frozen state you'd fallen into. Your hands tingled as you placed the knife to the side, stretching out the stiff muscles with a grimace. Your feet hit the floor with a soft thump, footsteps echoing as you walked to your desk and began to rummage around all the stuff you'd placed onto it. Your noise of triumph was loud in your quiet apartment as you secured a grip on the notebook hidden under a pile of clothes, pulling it free with a grin. You needed to make a plan, something that would help you combat the presence of Jeon Jungkook, and your notebook had always worked best in helping you work out your thoughts. You returned to your bed filled with determination, placing a pillow on your crossed legs to help you write.

Problem: Vampires real. Jeon J. is one.

Evidence: fangs, blood on mouth, L put under thrall(?) - need more proof.

Problem #2: How does he go out in the sun? Vampires allergic to sun. Review old texts again??

You tapped your pen thoughtfully on your mouth as you stared blankly at the wall beside your bed, returning to the scene from tonight in your head.

L dislikes J as much as I do, so how did he get her outside? Must be thrall. How does thrall work? (Definitely need to review ancestors' texts). L was quite obviously feeling good - proof that blood tastes best for vampires during sex?

Problem #3: How to approach L about J? How do I deal with J?

You paused again with a heavy swallow as the fear from earlier made a momentary return before it bled away, bringing your attention to a suspicious warmth between your legs. You shot a betrayed look to your covered lap as the blood drained from your face, realization hitting you hard.

Problem #4: …...How do I deal with my reaction to J?

Your mind ever so unhelpfully returned to the scene with vivid detail, this time letting you see that you'd been feeling more than just frightened by Jungkook's reveal as a vampire. Seeing his face covered with Leena's blood, the satisfied smile on his lips complimenting the glowing red eyes that had opened lazily, had sent the wrong kind of signal to your body. You had been aroused, your legs shaking not from pure trepidation but also sheer desire, mouth dry with want and hands itching to replace Leena with yourself. All you had done was see it happen and your body had reacted. That wasn't discussed in the training texts! Not one single hunter had ever made mention of being turned on by seeing a vampire feed from their victim. You paused, considering for a moment that maybe, it was, but your parents had taken care not to show it to you? Your eyes returned to your notebook, nibbling on your bottom lip in thought.

Solutions (?): Tell boss about J and demand his dismissal. Train body to not react to J. Buy a new vibrator. Demand parents show ancient texts about this.

A yawn pulled violently at your mouth, your eyes watering with the intensity of it. You needed to sleep. It was already nearing four in the morning and you had work in a few scant hours. You glanced over your notes once more, none too pleased with how little you had been able to come up with. Deep down, you knew what needed to happen. Jungkook was a literal menace to society, a threat to humankind. His kind nature was nothing but a facade to trick his victims. He needed to be put down and you, the descendant of vampire hunters, were supposed to be the one to do it.

However, it was 2021.

How the hell were you supposed to just kill a vampire? Especially one so enmeshed in the daily lives of the humans around him. How the hell were you supposed to control the overwhelming desire that flooded you when you thought back to the way he fed on Leena?

You tossed the notebook to the floor with a noise of disgust, the pen following it as you burrowed into your bed with a scowl. Sleep was sorely needed for the shit show you knew you were going to walk into that morning.

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If anyone noticed how awful you looked when walking into work, no one made mention of it, wisely leaving you alone as you cradled a cup of coffee to your chest protectively as you stalked back to your office and closed the door without a word of greeting to anyone there. Let them think you were dreadfully hungover--you were--and that was what was the problem. No one could know that sleep had evaded you for hours because of Jeon Jungkook. Nor could anyone discover that the only way you'd finally been able to sleep was to succumb to your body's cruel demands and rub one out. The subject of your fantasies had absolutely not been Jungkook and the way he looked covered in blood, head thrown back in ecstasy. You scowled heavily down at your coffee cup, feeling the heat of your blush on your cheeks.

You had awoken that morning with no further clue on how to deal with him and the life-altering issue he presented. Your late-night ruminations had done nothing for you, leaving you feeling more and more that your best option was to ring up your parents. The idea put a bitter taste in your mouth and the large swig of coffee that you took couldn't get rid of it. You groaned into your hands as you leaned on your desk, shaking your head side-to-side rather weakly.

Fucking Jeon Jungkook always had to mess up something in your life.

Leena's tired but alive laugh alerted you to her presence in the office, making your head snap up to see if your ears were playing tricks. She was standing at her desk, chatting brightly with one of your coworkers as she set down her things for the day. You could see no sign of her rendezvous with Jungkook, her neck suspiciously clear of any blemishes from what you could discern. You were on your feet and speed walking to her without a thought, grabbing her arm to make her follow you back to your office where you shut the door, closing the blinds in a totally not suspicious way.

"Uh. Good morning, ___? What are you doing…?"

You lifted a blind slat with a finger, eyes darting to and fro as you looked for the presence of Jungkook in the office. "I'm making sure you're safe, Leena."

"___. We're at the office. Thank you for wanting to keep me safe, but, um, what the fuck?" Her tone was filled with confused amusement, her eyes tracking you as you quickly darted about your office to close all the blinds. You waited until you felt the coast sufficiently clear, holding a finger back in a bid for silence. The weight of Leena's stare was heavy on your back and you took a deep breath in preparation to meet her as you spun around.

"Leena. You'd never lie to me, right?"

"What'd you do?"

"Leena."

" No, ___, I wouldn't lie to you." She rolled her eyes skyward, leaning back against your desk with crossed arms as you approached her with determined steps. You paused only when you were a foot from her, brow scrunched tightly together in your seriousness as you searched her eyes.

"I need you to tell me clearly, Leena. Did you or did you not allow Jungkook to feed from you last night?"

"What." It wasn't a question and you held a hand up to stop her from further losing her patience, but were unsuccessful as she continued. "What the ever-loving fuck do you mean 'feed'?"

"Feed. Drink. You know," you cleared your throat roughly before soldering on, "...Like a, uh, like a vampire?" It was embarrassing how high your voice went at the end, but it was nothing compared to the look of absolute incredulousness that your friend was giving you at that moment. "Look, I know I sound insane, but I saw you and him making out last night, and uh, well a bit more than making out really, from the way you guys were practically on top of each other--"

"Jungkook and I have never even shaken hands. Why would we suddenly be kissing? Or, as you say, him ‘drinking’ my blood? Like a mosquito? Oh my god, ____. Not like a vampire... That's way beyond wrong for the workplace and, um, you do realize that vampires don't exist?"

You stared at your friend aghast, your level of confusion mirroring hers. "You don't remember?!" You turned away from her in worry, hands cradled to your chest as you began to murmur to yourself about memory wiping. Perhaps that's what he did? That had to be it. How else could he survive in this world where technology ruled?  Leena's voice broke your musings sharply, her annoyed tone piercing through.

"I remember last night perfectly, thank you very much. We had our staff dinner, several of us went out for a second round, and then I went home to enjoy a nice bath. That's it." Leena leaned towards you as you turned back around, her eyes darting up and down you as she took in your eyebags, frumpy clothes, and the irregular twitching of your fingers. “___. How much did you drink last night? You look like you didn’t even sleep!”

“That’s because I didn’t! Because I saw you and Jungkook nearly fucking in the alleyway!”

"Oh my god, ___! You know I would never!" She was scandalized, her expression rapidly switching between horrified and angry. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you today, but you need to stop. You're scaring me!" She grew quiet as a sudden thought hit her, her brow scrunching together as she leaned even closer to ask softly, "Is this because you lost to Jungkook again?"

You wanted to shout your denial because it wasn't, but you could see Leena was growing increasingly worried about you. Her expression was the exact reason you had never told a single soul before about your family's occupation. Perhaps in her own subconscious desire for you to never speak of such things like vampires and alcohol-fueled dalliances, she had latched onto your anger towards the man from yesterday. It was the escape route you needed. You couldn't involve your friend in this, especially when it seemed that her own memory had been wiped.

"...Yes," you managed to grind out between clenched teeth, giving her an embarrassed look. "I think it might be. I didn't sleep well at all because I was just so mad. My insomnia must've decided to play a trick on me."

"Aw, girl. C'mere." You let yourself be ushered into her warm arms, accepting the consoling hug that Leena wrapped you in. "I know he's an ass and he likes to parade around here when he's gotten one up on you. But you are better than him in every way. You'll get the next one!" You nodded mutely into her shoulder, letting her words of encouragement bolster you up. She might not realize exactly which way you were taking her words to heart, but that was okay.

You walked her to the door, opening it with only a little bit of embarrassed shame on your face. She gave your arm another consoling pat as she exited your office, heading back to the cluster of cubicles you'd pulled her from. You watched as she waved off the curious questions of your coworkers, expertly changing the subject to something else. You got ready to close the door, but the itching burn of a stare being pointed your way had you freezing. Your head slowly turned to look towards the right side of the office floor, heartbeat taking off at a rapid gallop as you met the eyes of Jeon Jungkook.

There was no smile on his face, no amused tilt to his lips. He was dressed professionally, as per usual, but you could see the barest hint of his own restless night in the shadows under his eyes. His hair was ruffled, hanging loosely around his face in soft waves, accentuating the dark, predatory, gaze he was sending your way. He was focused. He was aware. The years of warnings from your parents made sense all at once as you realized the dangerous position you were now in.

You knew his secret. He knew that you knew his secret.

The sudden jolt of danger that tingled down your spine had you straightening up under his gaze, shoulders squared and expression haughty as you met his watchful stare with your own. You were terrified, truthfully, but you wouldn't let him see it. You wouldn't let him continue on as he was, using your friends and coworkers. You would do everything you knew to do to make sure that he regretted feeding from Leena. The narrowing of his eyes told you he understood your silent declaration. You felt that dangerous tingle turn to a thrill of excitement and you paused for a second as you wondered if this was what your ancestors had felt.

In unspoken cue to each other, you both retreated back to your offices, still locked in a staring match. But as your door closed, you saw the way Jungkook's scowl slowly turned into a grin and you felt confident the sudden flash of blood-red eyes wasn’t your imagination playing tricks on you.

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Descended from hunters though you may well be, you’d never actually taken the life of someone, much less dealt with an actual vampire. The carpet of your office muffled your pacing footsteps as you burned a path into the floor with your contemplation. Your nighttime musings had done little in actually creating a plan on what to do, leaving you instead with a headache that was growing worse by the second. You stopped at your desk, leaning on it heavily as your foot tapped restlessly. You had to do something, even if it was a failure.

You had first tried to approach your boss. A foolish idea, but you needed to at least try it to be sure. His disbelief had been clear from the moment you opened your mouth to declare, "You need to let Jeon Jungkook go for the safety of this office." Yes, you definitely sounded odd, especially since you had literally spent the night previously celebrating the same man you were trying to get fired. You knew it was a long shot, but you tried telling the older man about what you'd seen. How Jungkook was a vampire--a threat!--and he needed to be sent away before anything truly bad happened to someone in the company.

Again, a very stupid idea to go with, but it was worth a shot.

You grimaced as you remembered the way you'd been ushered out of his office, his face severe with disappointment. "Sir! I swear I’m not lying! I know what I saw!” you cried, trying hard to keep your voice as soft as possible for him not to hear.

“Yes, of course, ___. You're Van Helsing reincarnated and I definitely saw the Tooth Fairy put a quarter under my kid’s pillow the other night. It definitely wasn’t me.” The dry, sarcastic tone hadn't been lost on you and the sting of it was felt all over again as you collapsed into your chair. Your feet hurt from the amount of pacing you’d been doing.

“Mr. Lee, please!” God, why had you sounded so desperate?

“Enough, ___! If you need to take the afternoon off for a mental health day, please tell the floor manager and then go home. Have a drink or something. I can't have one of my best workers entertaining such strange delusions on the clock.”

You wished it really was just a delusion. How lovely it would be to simply wake up to the gentle trill of your alarm clock and think this was all just a horrible nightmare from your childhood come back to haunt you. Your groan was muffled into your hands, hiding your tortured expression behind them. Life was so much simpler just twenty-four hours ago.

You stared blankly out the glass walls of your office, fingers drumming on the arms of your chair. Hunting was much simpler for your ancestors. Vampires were feared back then and the common people actively sought the protection of your family. They didn't blink at the vast array of weapons, the numerous bottles of holy water, or the undeniable stench of garlic that seemed to follow the hunters. If you even tried to step outside your apartment in today's times with a crossbow and a stake, you'd have the police on your tail in less than five minutes. It was quickly becoming apparent that you would need to speak with your parents. After years of turning your nose up at their warnings, their training, you would be going back with your head bowed in humility. The very picture of it made you shudder in distaste, but what else could you do? Jungkook had fed from Leena and it was very likely he'd fed from others in your company.

“Good afternoon, ___.”

Every muscle in your body tensed as the velvety tone of the man occupying your thoughts filtered through your office. You had been so lost to your musings you didn’t even hear the door open. Slowly, you sat up properly in your chair, righting yourself to look at him directly. He had managed to both enter into your office and close the door without your notice, trapping you together inside the four oh-so-small walls of glass. Your parents and ancestors would be so disappointed.

"Jeon." Giving him a slow look over, assessing him like you were trained to do, you were reminded once again of just how gorgeous the man was. Now that his status as a vampire was known, it made much more sense. Your father had always told you that vampires relied on being attractive; they needed to be able to draw people to them. It was why the legends and stories always depicted them as gorgeous beings who drew their victims in with sweet, honeyed words and smiles full of sinful promise. Only the ones lost to bloodlust, forgone so long without blood, were the type of vampires to make a person flee in terror. Without a doubt, Jungkook was the kind to be a master seducer, never needing to worry about missing a meal when he looked like that.

He was like a magnet to everyone in the office. Rather than seeking their approval, your coworkers sought his. He drew in the people around him like gravity, charming them, wooing them with those stupidly attractive smiles or that endearing full-bellied giggle. He was well-mannered, well-spoken, and well-dressed. His presence filled every room he entered and he thrived on the attention the people would lavish upon him. Jeon Jungkook truly was the perfect vampire by all accounts. Had you been looking in the past, it would have been obvious.

As if he could hear your thoughts, his lips curved slowly into a polite yet dangerous-looking smile. You noticed that his eyes, usually filled with mischief, were stone-cold. They were still brown, no sign of the previous red you had seen. It terrified and thrilled you all at once, for you were quite sure it was your fault he’d let the color slip through. He moved slowly towards your desk, his steps silent, measured, as he approached. You tried hard not to stiffen from the worry bubbling low in your belly.

"I couldn't help but overhear your… lovely conversation this morning with Leena."

"Mm. Did you now? Through a closed door? I didn’t take you for an eavesdropper." You applauded yourself for the lack of wavering in your voice. So far, so good. Of course, your fingers were gripping onto the edges of your desk as if they were your lifeline. You decided to ignore that.

"No, no. No intentional eavesdropping. I just happened to be passing by when I heard my name, you see. I, naturally, became curious," he smiled again, elegantly stepping around the chairs in front of your desk to sit in one. His leg crossed over the other with nonchalant ease, his hands resting properly on the arms of the chair. His head tilted forward just a tinge, loose, wavy bangs shadowing his cold gaze. "You sounded so very worried for your friend."

"Well, of course. She did give me a bit of worry last night." Your face was stretched into a polite smile that matched his, your cheeks hurting from the force of it. The wood surface beneath your death-grip was growing slick with sweat, but you stayed still. You wouldn't accuse him outright of being a vampire. His kind were masters with their words and if he spotted a moment of weakness, he would pounce on it like the deadly hunter he was. Besides, there was no need to make any direct accusations. You knew that he knew that you had seen the damning evidence. The two of you were simply dancing around each other.

"Did she? I can't imagine why…. Although, Leena did mention that you looked tired. Lack of sleep, was it?" His smile turned mocking, patronizing, as he leaned closer towards the desk. With practiced skill that smile disappeared, a convincingly worried look replacing it. "Taking a closer look myself, I can't deny those large eye bags under those eyes. Insomnia can be such a devil to fight sometimes."

Audacious asshole.

Your eye twitched in response, polite smile faltering for a second. "I definitely didn't sleep well last night, no. I was busy thinking about whether or not she would be alive this morning." Silence fell upon the two of you, frosty smile on your lips as you stared the other down. His fingers tapped lightly on the chair's arms, brown eyes beginning to grow darker by the moment.

"What a silly fear to have, ___." You refused to let yourself shudder as your name left his lips, the sound of it all at once like a caress full of sinful promises and the threat of impending death. "Whatever would make you think such a thing?" His head cocked to the side, eyes widening theatrically in mocking worry.

"Hmm. The sight of my best friend being feasted upon by an animal tends to do that to a person."

"An animal?” He tapped a finger to his lips in contemplation, your attention focusing on the slight point to his nails. Did he keep them trimmed? The same finger ran teasingly over his bottom lip as he let a frown curve his mouth downwards. “Do you perhaps mean a man? We’ve no wild animals in the streets here and we men have often been compared to animals before, I will admit."

"Oh, you're not wrong, but this man was not normal. He was an animal who sought her death and would have succeeded if I hadn't stumbled upon them."

"So sure?" he asked with a soft whisper, tapping at his lips consideringly. His head tilted to the side, expression shifting to teasing. "Don't you think it perhaps was just Miss Leena having herself a bit of fun? Couldn’t you perhaps be, dare I say it -- jealous of your friend?"

Indignation burned hot through you at his insinuation, polite smile finally falling to a scowl. You were ready to spit insults at him but you paused to consider his words. There were no denials from him having been with Leena. She had been adamant up and down that nothing had happened and you believed that she truly thought so. Jungkook on the other hand was making no such claims. You leaned back into your chair, finally letting loose your grip on your table as you interlocked your fingers together.

"Interesting that Leena swore up and down that nothing happened, but you do not."

His lips quirked into his signature lopsided smile, a glint of delight managing to break through his chilly gaze. "Indeed." You hesitated, expecting him to have changed his words, but his confidence was unwavering.

"So, you admit it. You attacked Leena."

"Attacked is one way of putting it, yes. But it does take two to tango, as they say."

"She has no memory of it."

"Perhaps she's lying because she knows you don't like me."

"She would never."

"You thought the same of her never fucking me in an alleyway before last night."

Doubt latched onto you with swift, painful claws. He was good. You swore you could hear the disappointed groans of your parents as you stopped yourself from answering further, teeth nibbling nervously on your bottom lip. What if he was right? What if Leena really did remember and was lying? What if your mind supplied you with the images of a vampire because the betrayal by your friend was too severe?

Unwelcomed, a thread of desire unraveled in your gut as you remembered the scene from the night before. No movie could compare to the actual sight of seeing a feeding, you realized. Anne Rice’s movies came closest, but they couldn’t capture the conflicting emotions that ran through a person when faced with the reality of their mortality and a predator that held it in the palm of their hands. No amount of editing or background music could display the fear that battled intensely with primal lust. No actors could look as terrifyingly attractive in the moonlight as blood dripped down their chin and neck, eyes bright red with satiated ecstasy, as Jeon Jungkook had been last night. Your core throbbed violently with want, with need, one leg crossing over the other tightly as you squeezed. You hoped and prayed with everything you had that just one thing about vampires was false and that they did in fact not have a legendary sense of smell.

Alas, it was not to be. Across from you, you watched with growing dread as Jungkook’s head tilted back slightly, nose to the air as he inhaled deeply. His eyes fluttered closed, the slow curve of his lips telling you he knew exactly what was going on behind your desk. Your pulse pounded beneath your skin, breath hitching up several notches as you watched twin fangs peek over his lips. He opened his eyes a fraction, just enough for you to see that his eyes had turned black with hunger and their focus was solely on you.

“My, my, ___,” he purred, all earlier anger, threats, and debating shoved to the side to make way for the heavy tension that fell over the room. “You smell positively delightful.”

“I saw the blood,” you whispered, pushing aside his comment with a dry, painful swallow.

“What can I say? I like it rough.” Your mouth fell open with a small, unintelligible noise, your eyes wide in disbelief. The insinuation was sinful, misdirecting, and you knew it! And yet…. Your traitorous mind chose to replay the scene from the alleyway, this time replacing Leena with you. Your vision turned hazy as you fell into the daydream, tongue unconsciously wetting your lips. The alleyway looked just the same as it did last night, but rather than watching the scene, you became the scene.

You gasped as your back hit the wall behind you, your head caught just in time from slamming against the rough bricks by a cool hand. There was persistent warmth against your front, legs between your own, and an arm wrapped securely around your waist. Your eyes shuttered closed as fingers slid into your hair and pulled. You couldn't help the way your head leaned to the side, tilting in just the right way to display the full length of your neck. Hot breath clashed against the cool temperature of the small alleyway, goosebumps rising as the breath fanned over your skin.

Your eyelids felt so heavy, but you fought with all your might to open them, blinking lazily in the face of Jungkook before you. His gaze was dark, black eyes peering into your own as he held you still in his arms. You realized belatedly that it was him who was pressed so intimately against you. It was him that decided to stoke that little flame of carnal desire that lingered in your belly, rolling his hips up against you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as pressure was applied just right against your pussy, just enough for you to feel how soaked your panties were. It shouldn't feel so good. You shouldn't be so aroused. He rolled against you again and this time, you couldn't help the noise that escaped you.

You watched as Jungkook's mouth curved into a wicked grin, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he leaned closer to you. "I didn't realize you were this easy to please, ___." Your name rolled off his tongue huskily, sending another flash of heat through you. You wanted to be angry at him. You wanted to shove him away and demand to know where he found the audacity to act in such a way. Yet, you were weak in his hold, your hands suddenly in the lapels of his suit jacket, hanging desperately onto him as your knees began to give way.

He rocked again, sliding his hand from your waist and down to your thigh. His fingers gripped hard onto your leg, hoisting it up and around him. You wondered if your choice to wear a pencil skirt that day was a blessing or a curse. The daydream was too real, too tangible, as the press of his covered erection against your damp core had you moaning loudly. Your vision was hazy, the outlines foggy as all you could focus on was how the black of Jungkook's eyes bled into a deep, dark red. With a concerning lack of fear, you let your head fall back into his grip, welcoming him to come closer.

Hot, open-mouthed kisses were pressed against your skin, lips trailing up your neck teasingly. Distantly, you could hear the whimpers and pleas for more falling free from your mouth, but your mind was too foggy to try to reign yourself back in. Was this how Leena had felt? Was this what Jungkook did to his victims to make them pliable in his hands?

Teeth began to join in with his kisses, sharp stings making you whimper as he broke your skin only to soothe it a second later with his tongue. The pleasure was unreal and you realized that no longer was Jungkook the one moving your hips, but rather you. You rocked against the pressure of his dick, hands slipping free from their grip on his jacket to instead entwine with his hair, pulling him closer to your neck. You were begging without words for the next part and his husky chuckle told you he was enjoying every second of it.

Finally, you felt his mouth open wide, teeth poised tauntingly over your jugular. This was it. He was going to bite you, feed from you. Maybe you'd survive, but at the moment all you cared about was feeling his fangs sink deep into your skin. He strengthened the grip he had on your thigh, slowing down your desperate thrusts against him as he whispered, "Tell me what you want, ___."

Your eyes fell open once more, staring dazedly up at the nighttime sky as you replied, "Feed from m--"

A sudden, tentative knock to the door interrupted your dangerous daydream. Your head snapped towards the door with a small gasp, breaking your gaze from where it’d been locked with Jungkook’s. Another of your coworkers stood at the door, halfway inside your office with his knuckles still poised to knock. "Uh. Sorry to intrude?"

You realized with a flash of anger what had just happened, turning accusing eyes to Jungkook. The bastard had just played with your mind! The smug smile on his lips told you how pleased he was, too.

You took the opportunity your coworker had given for what it was, springing to your feet with too much gusto and speed walked to the door. "Jongho! No worries! No worries at all. In fact, thank you. Jungkook was just leaving, weren’t you?” The look you shot over your shoulder was pointed, filled with daggers and unspoken threats telling the other he had better beat it. Jungkook watched you in return, head titled slightly to the left as he considered you. Jongho’s gaze darted between the two of you like he was watching a tennis match, the unspoken tension in the room palpable to him.

“If I was, uh, interrupting something…?”

“No, no, no. No. You weren’t.” You hoped your smile was placating, but Jongho’s gaze just turned suspicious, shooting another look at Jungkook who was still sitting in the chair. The bastard simply smiled at the other, the picture of innocence. For once, neither of you were convinced of his act.

Jongho looked at him a few seconds longer before he focused back on you, brow furrowing. “Okay…. Anyway, ___, I wanted to see if you had time this week to discuss the Choi account?”

You grasped onto the lifeline with both hands, nodding animatedly. “Of course! I believe tomorrow morning I will have some time.” You left him by the door, walking back to your desk to grab your planner. Of course, you shot a pointed glare at Jungkook as you passed him, his stubborn refusal to get the fuck out making all earlier threads of arousal evaporate quickly. Jongho chanced a few steps into your office, clearing his throat nervously when Jungkook’s eyes slid towards him.

“Aha!” You pulled both of their attentions back to you at your desk, your finger pointing to a free period in the midst of all your messy scribbles. “Tomorrow morning, eleven-fifteen. Does that sound doable?”

“Yes, that works perfectly for me. Thank you, ___.” He turned around to head back out, your steps following him as you walked him to the door.

“Of course. Anytime!” You waved him off as you shut the door, the smile dropping from your lips. You spun around to demand Jungkook leave your office, ready to give him a piece of your mind, but instead there he was. Right in front of you. Close. Too close. You gasped as you were pushed up against your door, the closed blinds on your windows rattling from the force of the movement. He’d caged you in, his arms on either side of you. Black had begun to bleed into red, fangs visible in his smile as Jungkook kept you cornered as his prey. None of your training was coming to mind as sheer terror ruled over you.

“Tell me, ___,” he said quietly, leaning in to sniff hungrily at the pulsing vein in your neck. You inhaled sharply as a wave of heated breath danced over your skin, a wet tongue following it a second later. “Just how is it that you determined that I’m a vampire?”

“B-beyond the f-fact that you’re currently smelling my neck, have blood-red eyes, and goddamned fangs?” You mentally patted yourself on the back for being able to get that out, thinking maybe you weren’t a total disappointment to your lineage.

Your snarky reply only seemed to tickle Jungkook further, sharp fangs teasingly, threateningly, ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck as he laughed softly. “Indeed. Beyond that.” He let loose a low groan of hunger as he inhaled again the tantalizing scent of your hidden blood, practiced restraint clear on his features as he pulled back to meet your gaze. “You seem… unsurprised? Why is that, hmm?”

“Never tell a vampire what you are, ___,” your mother’s voice rang loudly in your head. “ If they didn’t plan to kill you before, they’ll definitely do so once they know you’re a hunter. ”

“I watched a lot of vampire movies growing up.” Your statement lacked conviction and Jungkook knew it. His head fell to the side as he looked at you with clear disbelief, a lopsided smile on his lips.

“Liar.” You shuddered at the way the word fell from his mouth, the soft accusation sending warning tingles all down your spine.

“Now if you’re going to lie to a vampire, ___, you must believe your own lie. A vampire can tell when we’re lying. Most of them will let you off, especially if it bores them. But for some of them, that will only make them want to uncover the truth even more. ”

Jungkook pulled away from you with a small hum of agreement to his own statement, the smile still on his lips. He said nothing further as he gently pushed you out of the way, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes as they faded back to his normal brown. He opened the door with a parting wiggle of his fingers, a low chuckle following him out into the main office. Your thundering heart was all that you could hear in the ensuing silence, your thoughts struggling to catch up to everything that had just happened.

Not only had you not gotten Jungkook removed from the office by your choice, nor gotten a straight confession from him, you’d stoked his damn curiosity about you. Your legs wobbled, strength giving out as you collapsed to the floor.

Now was definitely the time to call your parents.