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YOU'RE MINE

YOONGI/HOSEOK X READER SOULMATES AU

Summary: “You’re mine”. The man pauses as he stares at the crowd with his sharp eyes.“That’s the first song I’ll be playing tonight. My name is Min Yoongi, and I hope you enjoy your night here”.

Chapter 1 (4.8k words)

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Lost in my head, I'm setting my coat and bag into my locker in the back of the kitchen when a tap on my shoulder suddenly reveals Namjoon standing besides me, and I release a soft breath before shutting the metallic door, after which we walk out of the kitchen side by side.

"You got here early today, bun" he comments as we join Jin at the bar, where he's currently polishing the glasses with a smooth towel. He's got that habit of lining them up by the beer taps before his shift begins, knowing that his first half hour will go stress free until he needs to starts the first wash.

"I couldn't sleep that well, so I woke up early and decided to be on my way sooner. Figured I could take it easy with my only friends while we wait until the restaurant opens up" I answer with a little shrug that makes him hum in response.

"Switch the 'only' for 'best', and I won't complain about that sentence you just made". He throws in a wink at my endeared smile before guiding me to one of the stools at the bar counter while he takes the other. "Why couldn't you sleep? Did something happen?".

Jin pushes two glasses of water in front of us while listening in on our conversation, his eyes showing a similar concern as Namjoon when he hears that I've yet to get a good night sleep. It's been happening often, recently.

I met the two men when I got hired at NightSeoul about a year ago, and we've grown very close since then. Then there's also Hoseok, the other bartender and possibly the most handsome man I've ever met, who makes me feel ways I shouldn't. That part's a bit of a mess.

I drink some of the water as I think back to the last few days at Namjoon's question.

"You know, it's the usual. My heart stutters for no reason, like... palpitations. I feel like I have butterflies hatching from their cocoons every single night, except that they're released in my chest instead of outside, and the buzzing keeps getting worse as time goes".

They both look at each other, then at me again. Jin is the one to speak this time.

"Bunny... that could be sign that you're going to meet your soulmate soon. I've heard that it's a new symptom, doctors have been studying it since not too long ago and apparently, within the week, their patients usually state that the feeling has stopped after meeting their other half".

My breath gets stuck in my throat at the words he just said and I look up with round eyes. What?

"He's right" Namjoon insists at my face of disbelief. "I've read about that too, every articles have been backed by the Association of Soul Doctors. They say that the symptoms seem to have evolved, and by consequent, the bonds too. Existing bonds haven't experienced any changes yet, but new ones have been known to include more than the regular first words tattooed on your skin".

"Wait, what are you saying, guys?" I blurt out, this is all so sudden to me that I don't know how to process that new information. What do they mean, the bonds have changed? Are we going through a new era of soulmates? Is that it? How come I didn't see those articles?

Jin sighs as he adjusts his bow tie over the white collar of his uniform.

"It's different for each bonds. Your first words are still inked on the other's skin, but some people have reported being able to hear their soulmate in their mind, feeling their emotions, or even seeing them in their dreams, that kind of thing. The list is being built from scratch since this wasn't a thing before. New bonds are requested to inform the nearest clinic of any unusual details so they can gather more data".

Well, I'll be. "So you're saying that I could be meeting my soulmate within the week" I repeat, just to make sure that I understood that part well, and they both nod at the same time, their eyes showing that they believe that hard as steel.

"When did those symptoms start, bun?" Namjoon asks with a curious tone, now leaning over the counter to have a better look at my face. It shows that he's very interested in my situation, and I'm convinced he'd follow me home everyday just to be first to know any changes if he could.

"It was... four... no, five days ago?" I answer hesitantly, it's hard to put an exact date on it, but it's been a good week where I haven't been able to sleep properly. Is my soulmate stuck in the same boat, unable to have a full night sleep?

"Then you have, today included, three days left where you could potentially meet them" he utters with a look of awe on his face, something I wish I could reciprocate at the moment. This is all so... I wasn't expecting to hear that tonight.

"We'll see, Namjoon. Other case scenario is that I'm dying and we'll find out only once I'm dead".

"Oh, you" Jin scolds from the other side of the counter, a frown on his handsome face as he boops my nose gently. "Don't say things like that so seriously, you'll make us sad, and especially Hoseok. You know he has a feelings for you".

I throw my head back at that. Why did he have to hit me with that argument?

In actuality, Hoseok doesn't have to wait after his soulmate anymore ever since he found out that his bond has been severed, most likely due to his soulmate passing away. He isn't tied to anyone, so he's free when it comes to whom he wants to love.

The problem here is that it's harder to openly reciprocate those feelings when I still have a soulmate.

I feel like I would betray them if I were to choose someone else instead, even if I do have feelings for him, and I can't find it in me to do something like that. It wouldn't sit right with me, like I was doing something very wrong.

"Jin... if I'm going to meet my soulmate soon, the chance that Hoseok and I get together is even lower" I utter softly, then watch as both of their faces soften at my vulnerability.

Jin covers my hand with his while I continue talking, eyes fidgeting between their own. "I can't... I don't want to hurt Hoseok and give him false hope, so I should try to be with my fated one first. After, if it doesn't work out, maybe, if he still wants me. But not before I can meet them".

Lips purse, but no one speaks, knowing that I'm making a good point. It's not fair to Hoseok if I date him, fully aware that there's a chance I might dump him for my soulmate the next day. That would be vile.

There's only one person who doesn't think the same way, and he doesn't fail to let us know as he stops behind our group.

"So you are considering me, then. I wasn't sure anymore until now, that makes me feel better" Hoseok's voice speaks up all of a sudden, making me tense up immediately, and my eyes widen on Jin who sheepishly shrugs, he hadn't noticed that he'd gotten here either.

I turn around to stare at the tall man's athletic and toned body as he walks to the kitchen to put away his belongings like I did earlier, my lips pressed guiltily until Namjoon rubs my back in soothing motions.

I hate this situation, because I'm not indifferent to Hoseok. He's a really good guy and we get along well. He's caring, funny, talented. He makes me feel pretty and loved, and seeing him laugh whenever we joke around is honestly the missing rainbow in my otherwise bare sky.

I would be happy with him, I know that for a fact. He makes me feel good, he makes life shine brighter than ever, but the fact that he is without soulmates doesn't mean I am the same, and who's to say that I wouldn't fall head over heels for them upon meeting?

I can't break his heart, that would feel even worse than rejecting him now. It's just... what if it doesn't click with my soulmate? What if we don't get along?

I let my head fall in my hands, I hate that this is so complicated.

Why did my soulmate take so long to appear in my life? Had it been one year earlier, this wouldn't be happening right now. Hoseok wouldn't have fallen for me, he wouldn't have flirted with me, and I wouldn't be stuck having to say no to someone I have feelings for, someone who deserves all the happiness in the world.

"It'll be okay, bun. Do you want to wait with me at the front desk? It's just you and I working as hosts today, so we'll have the area to ourselves" Namjoon offers with a soft voice and a brush of his fingers over my burning cheek.

"Yeah, let's go" I murmur, thankful that he's offering to keep me company because he could've wanted to stay here. It'll be better if I stay away from where Hoseok works at the bar, it'll make things very awkward for Jin otherwise.

Namjoon and Hoseok have been best friends for years, way before I met them all. I heard from Jin that they went to the same university with a common friend. I honestly come to wonder sometimes, how can Namjoon not be mad at me when I keep putting his friend in that kind of emotional struggle.

I could clearly say no. I'll never date him and that's it. He would give up on me and eventually fall in love with someone else. Simple, right? So why can't I? Why can't I find the strength to make him give up on me?

There must be something wrong with me, I'm broken, or there's a big issue with my head, with my heart. Hoseok deserves better.

We reach the desk in silence, and I watch as Namjoon pulls the low bench closer before sitting on it, after which he pulls me over to sit on his lap with his arms protectively holding onto me, as if doing so could keep my heart from hurting any more.

I melt within his embrace, face tucked against his shoulder where it's warm and safe, and he sighs as we stay like that for many long minutes without speaking a word, uncaring of the other employees who come in for their shift from the entrance.

"The heart is a complicated matter" he eventually murmurs, voice quiet and meant only for me.

"But I believe that... as long as the decision made makes you happy, there is no wrong decision. Having a soulmate... that's not definitive. Some people find their comfort in their fated one, others prefer to choose who they love. There's no right or wrong options there".

I remain silent at first, because what do I say to that?

He makes a good point, but the simple thought of rejecting the one that fate had chosen for me makes my heart ache a thousand times. Have I been feeling like this all week only to reject the soul linked to mine?

Those butterflies... what if they're here to warn me of the feelings yet to come? What if they end up being just as strong as the flurries of wings fluttering within me?

"I don't know what to do anymore, Joon" I whisper. "If my soulmate came up to me and told me that they didn't want me, that they loved someone else, I would be physically, emotionally and mentally crushed. Yet, rejecting Hoseok crushes me too. It's unfair for him, and for me. It would have been easier if he were my soulmate, I wish he were".

Namjoon, big as he is, hugs me tighter, brows furrowed at the sadness he can hear in my voice. He feels torn between both sides, but ultimately, he knows that the final choice isn't his. No matter how easy he believes the decision to be, it isn't and he knows that.

He will never blame me for choosing my soulmate over Hoseok, but he would also regret to see Hoseok with a broken heart once more. We like each other, he can see it whenever we're together, no one is denying that, so why is it so hard?

We stay like that until it's time to get ready for the first customers, and once I'm up on my feet again, our shift officially begins.

Not many people arrive right away, but when they do, Namjoon and I follow the usual routine of splitting our work and tasks so that we never leave people waiting for too long. It's worked well for us for all this time, and we've no need to change anything.

For the next hours, the waiters and waitresses do their job, I do mine, and there's nothing else to think about other than whether or not that table is clean enough for the next customers. I like that, not having to think about complicated matters while I'm working.

Some people prefer a mental job, sat at a desk to play with paperwork and deal with numbers all day long, but I find my peace in needing only my body. I answer calls when the phone rings, I make people pay their bills at the cash register if they haven't done so at the table, and so on.

It's simple. Exhausting, yes, but simple.

The dining room eventually fills at what we consider 'Thursday top rush', and as I walk back to the front desk, I find a man dressed in black and white with a guitar case over his back walking in, guided by Namjoon. It looks like they're having a friendly chat, do they know each other?

I take place at the desk just in case, but I can't help but glance towards them every once in a while as they near the bar. Namjoon looks really happy, but I can't hear what they're saying. Maybe they were part of the same group friends, once.

It's right as I'm about to look away that I notice the way that Hoseok's eyes widen in shock once he sees him too, lips parting slightly as if he just saw a ghost, his brows nearly disappearing into his few loose strands of red hair.

The guitarist seems to freeze in place too, the two of them unable to look away for even one second, and then Hoseok is running around the counter to hug the newcomer, and I watch with a weird feeling settling in my chest as they hold onto one another tightly, almost desperately.

What's going on there?

Hoseok wipes his eyes with a nod of the head as they say something, and he quickly looks away when he finds me staring, a glimpse of unease flashing across his face that makes me feel as if I saw something I shouldn't have.

Namjoon looks back in my direction too, and his eyes fill with the same kind of glow. Wow... way to make me feel good right now. I'm starting to wonder if I should maybe have accepted to stay home after all.

There wasn't particularly a need for me to work today since they already had enough people, but I wanted the salary so my boss didn't keep me from coming in. I thought that was nice, but now... I don't know, tonight has been strange, I'm not feeling so well today.

No one comes over to explain anything so I try to ignore those feelings and focus on work instead, but there comes a time when one of the groups seated at a large table asks me to bring a bottle of wine that has turned back to the bar, and not having anything else to do, I can only accept even though half of me wants to avoid Hoseok at all cost.

If he's going to get all awkward on me because I saw him with an old crush or something, it'll be uncomfortable for me. I'd rather he be honest and tell me what's up, because if he leaves me guessing, we both know how far I can get with my imagination.

I make it to the bar with dragging feet, a look towards the stage kept at the end of the dining room showing that the guitarist is getting ready to play for the first section of the night, which is usually the shortest. I've never seen him before so he must be new in the field.

I set the bottle on the counter, inwardly swearing when Jin is the one most busy while Hoseok is cleaning glasses and shots at the sink. He looks up at the sound of the heavy bottle, then pauses what he's doing when he finds me standing behind it.

I look down to avoid his gaze, and he bites on his lips before putting everything away to get closer.

"One of the tables asked that I bring this here, so I did. They said that it turned, I figure you can just trash it if needed" I explain quietly as he keeps staring at me, the bottle the last of his concern when something worse is going on right now.

"Alright... thank you".

I nod briefly, feeling the tension so thick that I could slice it in half with a knife if only I had one. He really won't say anything, will he? I don't know if I should be relieved that he's setting that kind of boundary between us, or if I should be worried. What's there to be worried about, though?

"You two looked close" I blurt out while pointing at the guitarist.

Yeah, there you go, Y/N. Make things worse on your own, why don't you.

"Oh. Yeah, uh...".

Hoseok sighs, looking like he's coming to terms with having to tell me about it. I don't know what kind of past they have together, but it can't be small if he looks this hesitant. Maybe I should've kept my mouth shut, I ended up making him uncomfortable instead.

"Please look at me, Y/N. I don't like it when you avoid me like this" he pleads softly, but I childishly turn a blind eye to that request, needing more time to get myself back together before I can look him in the eyes.

I can tell that he'd prefer if I could hold eye contact with him as he speaks, which he often uses to prove his sincerity, but I can sense that my heart would make all sorts of unpleasant things if I did, so I keep staring at my feet instead. He sighs deeply, disappointed.

"Yoongi and I... we had a thing going on at university, only Namjoon knew about it. A situationship that lasted around a year. I really loved him, but he started feeling guilty about being with me while knowing that he had a soulmate he'd yet to meet, so he broke things off between us. I hadn't seen him since that day".

I nod, feeling bad now that I know he once had someone in his heart before me. It doesn't require someone very observant to see that he still has feelings for that man, and though my heart pinches at the knowledge, I smile through the pain.

I force my gaze up to meet his, and though I'm sure he can see everything in my eyes, I stay strong.

"What if it is fate that he's back here, on the stage of the restaurant where you work? Maybe this is your chance, Hoseok. Talk to him. Who knows what his life is like, now" I offer with a pat to his shoulder, then walk off before he can say anything else.

This is the best I can do for him. He loved that man and the feeling seemed mutual, seeing as they both couldn't let go of one another. Maybe this is a good way to end whatever exists between the two of us. My body thrums in disapproval at that thought, and I clench my jaw tightly.

God damn it, I hate this heart of mine.

I wish I could get rid of those emotions right away and show everyone that I don't care who ends up dating who, but it's far from the truth. Seeing him with someone else only made me more aware of those feelings.

I smile at Namjoon when we end up at the desk together for a couple minutes, and though I can tell that there are things he wants to say, I don't really give him the opportunity when I keep changing the subject to random things.

I feel like my sanity is barely holding on at this point.

We share a few more words, and then the mic turns on with the speakers resonating until the sound finally settles. A few taps echo in the room to test the sound, and I don't think much of it as I adjust the menus on the desk.

Namjoon walks away to have a look at the tables, and I remain behind on my own, unaware of the storm coming my way.

Once that guy has played for up to an hour, I bet he'll end up at the bar to talk with Hoseok and Namjoon. Jin will become friends with him quickly, he's like that. It's just me who struggles with making new friends, it's not something that comes easy to me.

I can't lie and say that I'm not scared of losing the only ones I have, but at the same time, I know that it's an unrealistic fear. Namjoon and Jin care about me, Hoseok does too. I won't end up pushed aside just because someone new appeared back in their lives.

If it happens, it will be solely my fault.

I look up towards the stage again, unable to resist the pull that wants to get my eyes there anymore.

What was his name already? Gosh, I forgot. He looks handsome with his black hair that shows some pretty curls at the ends, his black leather pants that stick to his thighs and his long white t-shirt that's ripped in some calculated spots.

He looks like the common bad boy from the university campus, for some reason. I can't tell if that's only his stage look or if he always dresses that way, but it's hard to imagine Hoseok dating someone like that. Maybe it's just my jealous mind speaking right now.

Jealous... as if I have the right to feel that way. Christ.

Suddenly, the guitarist leans over to the mic, and the first words he speaks leave me in complete chills, soul and heart swooning at the same time. There's a moment where I wonder if the butterflies will tear a hole through my chest to make it out, and then one where I wish they would to make this stop.

"You're mine". The man pauses as he stares at the crowd with his sharp eyes. "That's the first song I'll be playing tonight. My name is Min Yoongi, and I hope you enjoy your night here".

By the time he's done talking, I've lost my balance and needed to hold onto the desk at the wave of dizziness that suddenly washed over me.

Not one of sickness, but rather one that would result from my senses all waking up at the same time. It's like fireworks are exploding in my head, their sound so loud that it being my heart would be unlikely, and yet, here it is, at the very source of that storm.

It thrums, twists and quivers in my chest, as if it too would rather flee than stay in this cursed body.

Yoongi's fingers pull on the first string of his guitar, and the melody begins to resound in the room, slow, soft and soothing. Then his voice begins to sing, and it fills my mind, all of it, crystal clear despite the chitchat of the customers eating in the room, and so many feelings merge within me all at the same time that for one second, I'm sure I'll throw up on the carpet.

The thrill of adrenaline and stress flood my veins until they're all I can feel anymore, and I don't hear the sound of my own voice even as I plead for it to stop, legs shaking beneath me as I try to avoid tumbling to the floor.

It's like my being has completely flown out of my grasp, as if someone took it from my body to do with it as they pleased, and the experience is excruciating. How do I make this stop?

Going to the bathroom in the kitchen has never been so complicated before, and I wilfully ignore the eyes that fall on me as I walk past them to push the door open. I lock it behind me, then fall over the sink to wash my face with cold water, the voice still as clear as when we were in the same room.

I can hear it in my head as if he's singing right beside me. Why? What's happening to me?

Namjoon and Jin's words come back to mind, reminding me of the new types of bonds, and then a flash of black ink on my arm suddenly catches my attention, and my heart rises to my throat when I look down to find the same words I heard a minute ago now written there.

You're mine.

Oh no.

No, this makes no sense.

Hoseok's ex is my soulmate?

Fuck.

I turn off the water and clumsily dry my face with the paper towels as my mind keeps running a mile an hour. This isn't right, fate must be playing a game on me, there's no other way.

What do I do? I can't go back out there, Hoseok will see my arm and he'll make the links right away. It's one thing that I reject him, but he was supposed to find his happily ever after too, if at least in the arms of the man he once loved. I can't be taking everything from him in a single night!

"I need to go home" I finally utter to myself as Yoongi's voice now continually flow into my head without resistance, the song that comes to an end merging into another one after he gives the title. I can't work like this, and I especially cannot face Hoseok.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I quickly make it to my locker where I wear my coat, needing to hide the mark first.

Then, after grabbing my bag, I head over to the back door leading outside after telling one of the kitchen staff to let Namjoon know I went home if he looks for me, and that I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly.

The door swings behind me as I begin to run down the sidewalk to get as far as possible, everything a blur around me even as I try to focus on the smallest details. It's not that dark out yet, but the clouds have begun to hide the sun, a telltale that it'll rain soon.

With distance, the voice begins to fade from my head, as do the feelings that weren't mine, which allows me to gain awareness of my own state. My chin is wobbling, tears falling down my cheeks, but I can't even remember when it started. Did I cry inside? Did they all see that?

Fuck this. How do I even begin to explain what happened once they ask me questions tomorrow? Did that guitarist feel the bond too? Or was it just me?

Maybe he didn't feel anything since he didn't hear my voice. My words won't be on his skin, so the bond won't have woken up on his end. Or is that not how it works anymore? I don't even know what to believe now, everything's becoming a mess.

Droplets of rain begin to fall onto my skin and I clutch my bag to my chest, hoping to get home before it gets any worse. It's a good thing that I live nearby.

I really should've stayed home after all, god damn it all.

NEXT

HORNS, BLOOD AND TAIL

SUPERNATURAL! BTS X DRAGON/VAMPIRE! READER SUPERNATURAL/SOULMATES AU

Summary: Being a half-breed with vampire and dragon blood is a rare thing in this world, and it comes with its share of struggles. Moving out of home is a little scary, but apparently, the place where I'm going is already waiting for my arrival. We both hadn't expected what would happen upon our meeting, though.

Chapter 5 (4.8k words)

Masterlist

“I flower you too… from sunrise to sunset, and for every stars that light up the sky. Those flowers will forever bloom for this precious bond that is ours, that’s my eternal promise to you” Yoongi repeats dreamily as I hide my red face under my arms.

“That sounded so poetic… do you perhaps write poems, Y/N?” he asks while nudging my side as we sit side by side on the couch, and he can’t help but to coo when I shyly nod my head while hiding further into the cushion with my arms around my head.

I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I didn’t know they would tease me so much for it, but my heart felt so full that the words came out of their own free will. Such an embarrassing thing to do!

“You should have seen her as we were walking back from the park. Crimson was paler than her” Jimin continues to tease as he walks over before sitting on the rug in front of us, a contented sigh past his lips as he leans back on his hands to gaze at us.

“Go ahead, keep mocking me like this. I won’t ever speak such words ever again” I complain while looking up at them with a pout, which earns me a head pat and an arm around my shoulders to pull me into a warm waist.

“We’ll stop teasing you, sweetheart, we just find your reactions cute. We won’t do it again, right, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks the later with a quirked eyebrow that means ‘say no and I will not give you cuddles for an entire week’.

Not one to take Yoongi’s threats lightly, the vampire quickly nods his head at me. “No more teasing” he says, only to add cautiously, “for today. I can only promise for today. Please”.

Fair enough. Jimin seems like the type who would die if he can’t tease his mates for too long.

I make a sound, appreciative of his effort to appease me right now, then inhale the wonderful smell that’s filling their house from the oven. Bread is cooling off on the counter, and there are a few different pastries currently baking with their delicious aromas perfuming the house.

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asks, somehow always noticing everything about me with his attentive eyes. I stare at the loaf of bread, then swallow when saliva pools heavily on my tongue. I would be a very bad liar if I were to say no right now, so I nod my head and they both chuckle.

“Let’s try the bread first while I have a look at what we could have for lunch. We have leftover rice from yesterday, so I could make fried rice with some meat and our homemade kimchi, what do you think?” the dragon offers as he stands from the couch, a hand offered to me so I can keep him company in the kitchen.

He said he wanted us close and he wasn’t lying. Yoongi has not left my side ever since we arrived a dozen minutes ago, and Jimin happily kissed his cheeks - then mine - before heading to their bedroom to wear something more cozy and soft.

He’s got a look that currently screams cuddles to me, and if I get to leave this place without melting in their arms at least once, I’ll honestly be very confused. Is it a weird thing to say? Maybe I’m getting too ahead of myself.

I accept Yoongi’s hand, heart swooning when he pulls me up easily, and he doesn’t let go until we reach the kitchen where he leaves me at a safe distance from the oven so he can have a look inside to inspect the pastries.

“I’ll cut the bread in thin slices, should we have it with butter?” Jimin asks in a chirp as he jumps past me to reach the sharp knives on the counter space besides the fridge, and Yoongi shrugs at the same time as I do.

“Anything to suit your taste, Jimin-ah. Cut me some veggies when you’re done, I’ll get started with the meat. Mind looking at the sauces we have in the fridge, sweetheart? You’d be an angel if you could find me one that you can have”.

Blushing happens so quickly whenever they speak to me like this, it should be embarrassing and yet I find myself liking it. I do as he asked, eyes searching around until I find all of the different bottles, after which I begin reading through the ingredients one at a time.

“These are fine, Yoongi. There’s really just this one that I can’t have because it has peanuts it it” I let out after a couple of minutes, lips unconsciously parting when Jimin brings something up to my mouth with a “aaahhh”.

I chew on the soft texture while Yoongi acknowledges my conclusion with a hum, and when I swallow, another piece of food is brought up to my lips, which is when I finally realize that this is the bread that made me so hungry since earlier.

My eyes light up, and Jimin grins as he eats the last piece of the slice. “So? What do you think? Isn’t our dragon such a good baker?”.

That has Yoongi eyeing us both from over his shoulder, face looking nervous when I’ve yet to say anything about it. It’s not because I have nothing to say, but rather because I don’t know how to verbalize how good this bread recipe is.

“You made this, Yoongi?” is all my mind can make up at the moment. “It’s- wow. Can I have more?”.

Jimin giggles before handing me an entire slice so I can eat it all on my own, and as I heartily bite into the soft fluffy bread, Yoongi releases a sigh of relief. He was really worried that I wouldn’t like it for a minute.

“Is it good?” he asks with a small smile that grows at my happy hum. This is all he wanted for me, something pleasing to eat, so he’s very satisfied with his first baking experiment. That recipe will be printed out and kept on the fridge.

“Don’t eat too much if you want it to last you a few mornings” he eventually chides when he hears me beg for another slice, and though regretfully, Jimin also agrees that it would be for the best before putting the loaf aside and into a tupperware so I can easily bring it home later.

“You need to be hungry for lunch, hun” the vampire coos at my pout. “Besides, there’s more in the oven that we have yet to try, we can have them for dessert, hm? Can you be a good girl and wait for lunch with us?”.

I nod twice, puppy eyes on them, and endearment fills their chest.

“The veggies, Jimin-ah, please”.

“Right, I’m on it. Have a seat, princess, it won’t take too long”.

I do as told without much fighting, dining table chair pulled over so I can watch them cook together with an ease that I’ve not seen often in others. Mom and dad don’t do so well being in the kitchen at the same time. Dad’s a terrible cook so she always gets angry at him when he does something wrong.

I guess I took from him on that aspect.

“Yeah, that size is fine, but do them a little thinner if you can. Put everything in the pan once you’re done, I’ll get the rice”.

Hoseok’s POV

“Joonie, quick, our taxi is waiting for us!” I say as I usher him to his feet so we can gather everything we own and make sure we do not forget anything. It’s our first day in Crimson Bay and I want everything to fit into the schedule as much as possible.

He grumbles a little but listens either way, a kiss pressed onto my lips before he grabs the luggage from my hands to reach the vehicle on the side of the street facing the docks.

I stare at his back for a long second, a loving sigh past my lips before I hurry behind him so I can be of help as he and the driver try to fit what’s left of our bags on the back seats of the car. It’ll be cramped for me, but we don’t have any other choice if we want to make it to our new house.

Moving here wasn’t particularly the plan, honestly. Seeing pictures of this town had made me comment something jokingly along the lines of “Joonie, wouldn’t it be great if we could live by the water? Look at that house, it’s for sale. I bet we could get it if we wanted”.

It wasn’t meant to be more than a casual comment, as I usually make them, but then Namjoon had taken a look at the screen, only to search up the house on his computer afterwards. The next thing I knew, we were looking at the rooms and wondering what use they could have.

“We could have an office each, a workout room, and one of them could be a little library for all our books. You could have a little reading nook over there, with a lamp and a comfortable couch” Namjoon had said with a spark in his eyes.

I knew then and there that he was already sold to the idea of moving there. We started looking at our expenses, at the house’s price, and all of a sudden, we were making an offer that would be accepted no longer than three hours later. That was last week, and now we’re here, in Crimson Bay, ready to move in.

Were we impulsive? Certainly, I’ve never done something quite as hasty as this before, but nothing has ever felt as right either, so it’s got to count for something. This spontaneous life change ought to be good for us, since we were getting tired of our previous home and city.

“Have a seat at the front, Hobi, I’ll sit in the back” my dear dragon demands while pushing some bags aside so he can fit inside the car, and before I can counter and say that I’ll have an easier time fitting in there, he closes the door with a happy grin, leaving me with the passenger’s seat as my only option.

This man… he needs to learn to choose his own comfort before mine, he won’t lose any lover points just because I get the uncomfortable seat for once.

Well, there’s no changing his mind, I know that much. Sitting inside at the same time as the driver does, I wear my seatbelt while Namjoon hands him the address to our house, and the drive begins in a silence that cannot cover the stress that floats over my head like a rain shower.

I try to focus on the scenery, mind using some visual points as landmarks for future references, but it’ll be easier to do when we can visit at our own pace some other day. Today will be busy enough as it is since we need to be there for when our furniture will be shipped over.

It was a bit of a wild guess to have everything happen in the same day when we had ten hours of traveling to do, but I’m confident we can make it happen. We’ve arrived in Crimson Bay before the given hour, and that’s good enough for me.

As the car goes up the hill where our new house is - we’ve never seen it in person even once, how crazy is that? - I notice that Namjoon is starting to fidget a little in the back seat.

His black horns are shining under the bright sunlight as he moves his face closer to the window, the tip of his nose nearly pressed against the glass and his eyes staring out at every houses like he’s trying to find something.

Or someone, I realize. Could it be?

“Joonie?” I speak up softly when he frowns at one house in particular, and his glance at me says everything I needed to know. We have a mate nearby, don’t we?

The car takes that time to slow down and turn into the next driveway, and I stare at the building that we’re now to call home. It looks really pretty and in good state, and the lawn is clean too, freshly cut with the garden and trees in good health. It’s a relief to know we weren’t lied to after all.

I pay for the drive while Namjoon starts pulling everything out of the car at high speed, his attention always pulled towards the house next to ours. I can see that he wants nothing more than to head over there and knock on the door, but we need to get our stuff first.

The driver helps us to bring everything to the front porch, he’s not much of a talker but he’s very helpful, there’s no denying that. He wishes us a good day before leaving, and Namjoon doesn’t waste anymore time when he grabs my hand before pulling us over to the neighbour’s house.

“Dragon mana, it’s soft and fragile, but it’s there, calling out to me” he blurts out on the way, hence confirming my thoughts. We have a mate in Crimson Bay, and we managed to buy the house right next to them.

Before we can make it to the door, it opens in one quick swing, and a young woman with messy hair steps out, eyelids still a bit heavy from a previous nap.

Her gaze surveys the horizon before finally settling on us, and my heart catches in my throat with a rapid pulse at her stunning beauty. The sunlight on her skin looks as if it painted her itself, with strokes of gold and a whole lot of love.

Her pointy little horns have a red and blue hue swirling around the light purple appendages, so different and delicate compared to Namjoon’s thicker and curved horns, and her pointy canines softly poke into her bottom lip due to a recent feed that the red-ish glow in her eyes validates.

That should strike me as abnormal, but my brain has no time for thoughts when her scent wafts over to me, causing me to inhale deeply with a sense of belonging that feels like home.

Roses, their fragrance spreads all over the place with an embrace that envelopes not only my body, but also my soul. There’s… chocolate in it too, heart-shaped chocolates pushed into the center of each flowers, and they bloom magnificently for us. Such a delicious scent she has.

We remain there, staring at one another in silence for goodness knows how long, until Namjoon finally closes the distance until he stands right in front of her, towering from all his height over this little beauty that already owns half of my heart.

I join them, not willing to be left out for even one second, soul relishing in the shyness that paints her face in the prettiest of colours.

“Seeing you has so easily explained why we’re here today” Namjoon murmurs as he raises a hand to softly caress her cheek, and her fluffed up scent makes my chest feel so full that it could burst at any time now.

Her big eyes flutter at him before falling on me, and I need to resist the urge to touch her too. We can’t crowd her space so quickly, that would be impolite. Namjoon lets go of her face, seemingly coming to the same conclusion as me, and she releases a soft breath.

“I’m sorry if we surprised you, we’re moving in next door today” I explain with a sweet voice that shows I’m already in love, I can hear it dripping from every words I speak myself, and I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so taken by her already.

Her eyes shine brightly as she glances between the two of us shyly, she’s giving such prey energy that it makes me want to cradle her close this instant so that nothing ever happens to her.

“This big dragon here is Namjoon, and I’m Hoseok, a vampire. You are a dragon, that we can see, but…” I gently press a finger against the tip of one of her canines, and she sucks in a breath, as if just now aware that it’s visible to the both of us.

“Are you a hybrid?” I ask her softly, worry already beginning to gnaw in the pit of my stomach, because if it’s true, then we have ourselves a very fragile mate indeed.

She hides her fangs behind a pout, it being the only way she can cover them without piercing her skin, and she sheepishly nods her head, which has Namjoon’s and my own heart falling at our feet. A bouncing ball that has lost its bounce, that’s how I feel.

“That’s right… but I promise there’s no need for concern, I’m doing well” she quickly blurts out a reassurance first, knowing very well how concerning that must be for us. It’s our first time meeting a half-breed, but we’re old enough to have heard a few heartbreaking stories about them.

“And, erm. My name is Y/N. I’ve been living here for a week now, so I’m still new around here. We have two other mates and… they’re also our neighbours. It’s the house before mine, but they’re not home right now”.

We all glance towards the building she points at, though we can barely see it from here because of the curved angle of our street. So we have three new mates, then? That’s not what I thought our first day here would be like, but I’m certainly not complaining.

“Jimin is a vampire and Yoongi’s a dragon, they’re very kind. I guess we’re not meant to have wolves in the bond” she wonders the end aloud before staring back at us with a smile, now that the initial shock has melted away.

“Can I help with bringing your stuff inside? I have nothing to do anyway, Jimin’s not coming back before an hour or two and Yoongi will be done with work at around five”.

“Of course” I speak faster than Namjoon can, knowing that he would deny her request otherwise. He shoots me a stare while I smile at her, an arm offered to guide her to our new home. She said that she’s doing well and to not worry, so let’s not treat her like a liar.

“Having some company while we unpack would be wonderful. We’re still awaiting our furniture, though, so the house is still empty. I hope you won’t mind”.

She sweetly links her arm with mine, and we begin our walk with Namjoon behind us, his grumpy frown on the mountain of heavy bags and luggage we left on the porch. I understand his unease about having her help us, but I also know that we should know better than to hold her back.

Her condition is one that we don’t know much about other than that too many hybrids have died young, but she doesn’t look that frail, and besides, she has a healthy complexion right now, that’s more than enough for me at the moment.

I agree that the heavy bags are too much, though. As a man… I cannot let this pretty lady carry them for us.

“So, you said you moved here about a week ago” I ask her once we reach the front door. I enter the code on the tactile lock before turning the knob when it makes a sound, and I push it open for the very first time.

“Yeah… it’s a long story but made short… a seer told my mother when I was young that coming here once I turned thirty would keep me healthy. Maybe she said so because she knew I’d meet my mates in Crimson Bay” she says that as if she only now made the links, and I hum as I inspect the house’s interior.

We’ll need to open some windows because of the stale air and the floor will need a good wash, but otherwise, it’s really not that bad. A little dirty, but nothing some cleaning can’t take care of in a day or two.

“Why did you and Namjoon move here, Hoseok?” she asks next as our burly mate pushes past us with the heaviest luggage first - he exhales roughly while putting it down and it echoes against the empty walls. Seeing that, Y/N also reaches the pile, eager to be of help.

I see Namjoon sharply turn around to stare at her with his breath held, only to release it when she grabs something light. I almost chuckle at the sight, but decide against it, knowing that his brain is on high alert right now.

He’d do everything himself if it was up to him, which it isn’t. Is our other dragon mate the same? Yoongi, was it?

“It was actually on a whim” I answer her question smoothly as I walk besides her with my arms full of differently sized bags. She helps me to put everything down on the floor while Namjoon goes back outside to continue with his task, content to just listen as we talk.

“I saw pictures of Crimson Bay last week, and they came with a link attached to this house, for some reason. So we looked at it, and we couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was there for us, that maybe starting anew here could be our next step in life. It all happened so fast, such big decisions made in the span of a few days”.

She lets out a small laugh, and I smile at her with a growing sensation of adoration in the pit of my stomach.

“It’s similar to my story. My family and I found the pictures last month, but we waited until after my birthday to have me move here. It was… very hard for them to let me go” she reveals softly, before grunting a little at the heavier bag she decided to carry in her arms.

That is, until Namjoon gently takes it from her once he notices.

“Leave the heavy ones to me, please” he murmurs with a pat to her head, and her face flushes slightly before she grabs the last smaller one. I grab the rest, happy to see that it didn’t take us long thanks to her, or maybe it’s because our dragon was intent on getting it done before she could get hurt.

“Why didn’t they come with you?” I ask her upon closing the front door, a quick survey of the living room showing me a few windows that will need a good scrub later. I walk around and open all of them, thankful for the nice weather outside.

Having nowhere to sit right now, she leans against the wall next to the kitchen, hands in her pockets.

“Because my fate isn’t theirs. I have to be here, but not them. This is my journey, my path to… I don’t know where it’ll lead me, actually. My family focused solely on the part that led us to believe I would be healthier here, but I rather like the independence that comes with it. I thought it would be scary, but it’s actually not. And the air, the sights… I really like Crimson Bay, much more than the city”.

I glance at her as she speaks, finding on her face a real relief at her new situation.

She likes the independence… did she have none back at home? That’s all I can think about as I open the last window while Namjoon does the same in every other rooms. It’s very dusty, we can see it in the air now, every little particles floating around us gathering like clouds.

The sight alone is suffocating, those windows will be open all night for sure.

“Crimson Bay is very beautiful, that’s true. Maybe the seer said your health would improve here because there’s not as much air pollution, the way the people live life feels different, too. Less stressful, there’s no one rushing anywhere, it’s peaceful”.

She makes a sound, then nods her head, her purple horns almost shining thanks to the reflection of the outside light. She’s beautiful, more so than any sights available in the world.

“You’re right, that makes sense. Stress isn’t good for my heart, so my family tried very hard to keep me from having to worry about anything. Here… Jimin and Yoongi are always by my side, but it’s different. Not controlling, just… safe”.

Hearing that makes me like them already. I normally would invite them to eat over for dinner, but the house isn’t in a state for receiving guests just yet. Maybe we could eat out somewhere, so we can get to know each other.

Y/N suddenly begins to cough, too much dust getting in her lungs, and Namjoon nearly trips on his feet as he comes running to open the front door again.

“The air inside isn’t good right now, stay close to the door” he says while guiding her to the porch with a secure arm over her shoulders, his nostrils flaring in nerves. He treats her as if she’s so fragile, a little paper doll, but the blush on her cheeks reassures me.

If it made her uncomfortable for even just one second, I would be stepping in.

“Why don’t you two go on a walk or something? The day is bright and warm and it would be a waste to spend it inside, just carry some water with you in case of dehydration. I’ll stay for when the moving truck gets here” I offer, wanting nothing more than for them to get acquainted with each other.

I feel like I’ll be doing all the talking otherwise, and that’s not what I want for them.

Y/N and Namjoon look at each other, and small smiles are shared before they nod at me. “I have water bottles in the fridge at home, I’ll get two” she chirps before running off to her place, which is to our left. I’ll have to get used to the fact that we’re neighbours. What a twist of fate that is.

“She’s adorable” Namjoon blurts out from the entrance, already feeling in his entire soul that he would do anything and everything for her. Enamored would be a better word, he is utterly enamored with her already.

“She truly is” I muse softly. “And we have two more mates, she said. I hope we can meet them soon”.

“Right, that’s true”.

I watch with a pleased sigh as he comes back inside to reach my side, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close so he can press another kiss onto my nose, then lips. I melt in his warmth, his scent of firewood always so calming to my senses.

It’s the aromatic smell of burning wood that spreads in the breeze at the end of a long day, but so much more loving and full of life. He pulls back so our noses bump onto one another, eyes shut, and we let ourselves enjoy this moment, one that feeds the soul and tends the heart.

“Thank you, Hobah, for finding this place. You led us straight to them” he murmurs against my lips, and I hum, eyes creasing as I press a kiss to his soft lips myself.

“Fate led us here, not me, but you’re welcome, Joonie. Now go spend some time with our sweet girl and don’t treat her like she could break with one wrong breath. She’s an adult, so clearly she’s overcome the worst of her hybrid condition, otherwise she wouldn’t be running about right now”.

His brows furrow slightly, lips pursed, but he nods nonetheless, a little sheepish as he glances at me with a pout. “Yeah, I’ll be careful. It’s just… you know how hard it is for me to not overdo it when it comes to my mates”.

“Oh, trust me, I know” I tease my man before pushing him gently towards the door. “Get going, now, she’s waiting for you outside. I’ll call you when the truck gets here, but I think I’ll be able to manage it on my own. You’ll come back to a messy, but otherwise furnished house”.

“As long as there’s a bed to cuddle you into the night, that’s all I need” he says with a grin before waving at Y/N from where she is outside, and I watch as he runs the last distance between them while I close the door behind him.

I put my hands on my waist once left alone, a determined huff pushed out before I get started with the cleaning. “It’s just you and I, house, so prepare yourself for a deep cleaning. Today is assuredly the last day you’ll be making my young mate cough”.

NEXT

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HORNS, BLOOD AND TAIL

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SUPERNATURAL/SOULMATES AU

Chapter 1 (3.6k words)

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Crimson Bay.

Crimson Bay, the name of the place where I'm moving to.

Crimson Bay, where my new life is going to set roots, which is quite remote from home and family. An old boat is the only way to reach the town, and it takes around four hours from the mainland, with the wind and all that.

I stare out at the body of water around us, at the trees on each horizons, I feel the breeze sliding through my hair and against my skin, a cold bite to it that makes me glad I wore this jacket like someone recommended I do before boarding.

My short, pointy horns thrum slightly whenever some water splashes onto me, or is it because I'm getting closer to that new land? My dragon genes have been responding rather intensely to whatever is there, which I've found weird.

Could it be that I have a mate there? That would be surprising, but if fate really did have a say in my being here, then this kind of outcome would make sense. How else could I explain this?

When I was young, my mother, a vampire, went to see a seer for me. I was the only one in the family born a pure half-breed, meaning that I have equal amounts of dragon and vampire genes from my father and her, and she was worried about my future.

My older brother has our father's dragon genes while my older sister has mother's, but I have both, something that's rarely seen, if ever.

The known cases were all told to have a weak health, poor blood circulation, and some of them even died at a young age due to how fragile they were. I remember hearing my sister cry one day, fearing that the same would happen to me.

Mom and dad didn't know what that would mean for me, seeing as this could affect my entire life, but the seer had assured us that there would be nothing to worry about, as long as I moved to the Red Land, she'd called it. When I'd turn thirty, a boat would take me there, to my destiny.

It took us a long time to figure out what she'd meant by that, or where, but when we eventually stumbled upon pictures of Crimson Bay last month, when we saw the red dirt that made up more than half of the town's forest grounds, I immediately felt called to it, like my place had to be there.

The deep emerald green of the trees and plants and the colourful hues of flowers, the town's romantic streets and shops with the rustic ambiance, the people's relaxed lifestyle, it felt like I'd seen a glimpse of my future, and for a moment, I'd wondered why I wasn't there already.

My parents lost no time in packing my belongings on the eve of my birthday, and after spending one last day with my dear family, on the following morning, my brother drove me to the airport with my sister.

Eric and Solar did their best as they held in their tears while they hugged me tightly, but every strangers could see that they found it hard to say goodbye.

They were worried that I wouldn't have anyone there to look over me, that I wouldn't be able to get the regular amounts of mana and blood that my peculiar constitution requires, but dad apparently already called a clinic there, so I know that someone will be waiting for me for when I need anything.

One of the doctors working there is his old friends' son, who assured him that he would take good care of me. When I told them that piece of information, they were reassured, but still concerned. I've never been so far away on my own after all, and it feels weird to all of us.

Mana is easy to acquire, as it requires simple physical touch from a dragon, like a hand on my shoulder for example, which is how dad would do it.

It has to be a conscious decision from the other party, so it's not like I risk absorbing everyone's mana wherever I go, but since I cannot produce new mana myself, I need to receive it from someone who can produce it - like any full-fledged dragons - to remain healthy.

As for blood, the reason is similar, but I need it a lot more often, which is why I always have blood snacks and samples nearby. It keeps me from going on a blood crave, which could prove dangerous not only for me, but for those around me.

I know that mom packed some in one of my bags, but she didn't tell me which one so I haven't taken anything for... probably too long, but it should be fine. Once I make it to my new home, I can unpack and drink blood before taking it easy.

Anyway, once Eric and Solar went back home after saying goodbye, I took the plane all the way to the mainland's port where I boarded the small, rusty boat that has certainly seen better days, which is where I am now.

I sure didn't expect to be the only person going to Crimson Bay today.

"We'll be there soon, young lass. You have a lot of bags, I hope you have someone waiting for you with a car, otherwise it's going to be hard to go anywhere like that" the human captain speaks from where he's steering the vehicle, his trusty hat on his bald head and a candy stick in his mouth.

He's had it between his teeth for hours now and I can't help but wonder if it's only decoration or if it once was a candy. Still, I honestly hadn't thought about how I'd move around once we'd dock. Calling a taxi had been my first thought, but do they even have taxis there?

It's not that small of a town, so I should be fine. Right?

"I don't have anyone picking me up, if that's what you want to know" I reply as the boat begins to near the docks nearby, where a couple of men appear ready to help with docking and unloading the trade materials, "I thought I could just call a taxi?".

"You chose the only day when they're not working, lass. Taxi drivers don't take any customers on Sundays. Except me, of course, that boat won't drive itself. Do you have no other options, kiddo? Wouldn't want to leave you stranded in Crimson Bay on the first day".

Oh... well that changes things.

What do I do? I have five bags with me since my parents made me leave with all of my clothes and belongings. Moving everything onto the boat was a hassle, so I can't possibly carry all of that while walking to the house.

They bought one for me on some hills that overlooks the bay, so that would be the death of me.

Have they planned something and they just didn't tell me? That wouldn't be anything new. I should trust them for now, but I'll make sure to call them if it ends up that they didn't know about the no taxis on Sunday. What a strange rule.

"I'll have to see my options once we reach land, sir, but thank you for your concern".

The next half hour happens without a hitch, with the boat docking smoothly. It shows that the men working at the docks know what they're doing, and I can only be grateful when they help me to carry all of my bags to a clean area with seats and a warm campfire in the middle of the stone.

I thank everyone, then start warming up my hands by the fire when I sense that my body is already starting to feel weaker. Maybe I should've worn something warmer, but the temperature was hotter before I boarded the plane. I didn't know that it would be this cold around here.

The air is humid, as one would expect from a town situated right by the bay. I can't deny that I wouldn't mind being inside four walls right about now, with a blanket around my shoulders and a cup of tea in my hands. It looks like it might rain by the end of the day too.

My family would've fussed about my comfort and made sure I was somewhere dry and warm by now, but it's just me this time. Little old me, and this old little town. I'm going to have to take care of myself from now on, no matter how foreign of a concept that sounds to me.

Looking around, I take in the few shops on the other side of the street facing the docks. There's a coffee shop, a bakery and a restaurant side by side, with a souvenir shop a little further away. A few people can be seen walking around, but otherwise, it's a lot more silent than I thought.

The pictures showed Crimson Bay bustling with life, but either Sundays here are always like this, or it's the temperature that's making everyone want to stay at home for the day. I'll probably find out after a couple weeks of living here.

Man, I would've loved if my siblings were here with me. They always make things fun and less scary.

Waiting reveals itself to be useless when I soon realize that no one's going to come pick me up, and I search in my handbag looking for my phone while I see the boat leaving the docks again, with new materials that will see the other shore.

There's no going back now, so I'll just call dad to see what I could do and-

A sudden thrum echoes in my horns, and I pause my search to instead look around me again.

It feels like a wave of mana that's pushing out of me into the world, seeking something. There, it meets another wave of unknown mana that comes to greet my body and soul like an old friend, and I tense and freeze on the spot.

Like a heartbeat, it echoes all over my body, and my vampire senses open up to my surroundings on instinct, every smells around here filling my lungs in search of that special one, while my mana tickles over my skin, in search of that special pull.

I shouldn't know what it is that I'm looking for at this moment, and yet I feel like I do know.

Confused, because this is unlike anything I feel when I'm with my family - it's much stronger and intense - I look towards the black car that stops right in front of where I'm seated, breath held in as I wait to see who's inside, for every one of my senses push me in that direction.

The driver's door opens, and the smell of a forest hits me almost right away. Earthy, but there's a hidden sweetness underneath it all, and a spice to it. It has my body losing of its rigidness and tension in mere seconds, making me feel like cotton as a tall body then exits the vehicle.

Two sets of horns rest above pale temples and peeking out of black hair, white with strings of gold circling the length of the bony appendages. A dragon, there's no doubt about it, and when his coffee brown eyes fall on me, when I finally get to see his ethereal face, when our mana joins between us, I immediately turn into putty.

His scent is intoxicating, and my blood pulses in my veins with every beats of my heart, with every steps that he takes in my direction.

The pull that links me to him gains in solidity the closer he gets, and there's no looking away from the feline arch of his eyes as he looks me straight in the eyes, an intensity in his gaze that locks me where I am.

"You are... Y/N, right?".

I want to reply to him, to say that I am, to ask how he could possibly know my name, who he is, but the veins in his neck ultimately earn my attention and my brain turns silent.

I find them pumping blood so attractively underneath his skin, as if their unique goal is to captivate me, and his scent nearly has me salivating at the thought of the taste his blood would have on my tongue. My teeth would feel so cozy sinking into-

With a gasp, I quickly shake my head, hands patting my cheeks to pull the focus elsewhere, anywhere else but on that soft skin.

I can't possibly scare my mate right as we meet for the first time because my vampire side is trying to get a taste of his blood! That was part of the worst case scenarios my imagination could create, but to be so suddenly confronted to it like this was not something I was ready for.

Feeling my canines grow the slightest bit has me covering my mouth with a hand in shock, and I look down right as the impressive dragon reaches my seat, his feet and slender legs all I can see as I try to avoid making eye contact with him again.

This hadn't happened in months, what do I do? Usually, my family always knows how to help me when I reach that point, but they're not here this time. What will my mate say if he learns that I am both dragon and vampire? That I not only crave his mana, but also his blood?

His scent becomes more overwhelming the more I try to fight against my impulses, and I shut my eyes tightly as I revert to breathing between my teeth, if only to lower the impacts he's currently having on me.

My voice locks in my throat, my body starts to tremble slightly, and I inwardly curse that I can't warn him to stay away from me at such a crucial time.

Biting my own wrist would earn me maybe a few minutes, but as I am right now, I do not only want blood, I need it. To think that being near my mate could make me reach my limit so quickly, how terrifying is that? I thought I'd have time to make it home first!

"Hey, hey. You're okay, everything's okay. Look at me, sweetheart" his soothing, raspy voice speaks softly as he kneels in front of me, hands on my arms to share mana - how did he know? - but I shake my head, unable to do as he asked.

Have my eyes turned red? I can't let him see me like this when we just met, I just can't.

I feel the burn of tears in my eyes, but also the burn of my own blood as it races through my veins, seeking the new taste that lingers in front of me, within reach and yet so far away. Why is this happening now of all times?

"I'm Min Yoongi, the doctor of the local clinic, your father told you about me" the stranger says as he keeps his warm hands on my arms, to ground and to comfort me. "He told me everything I needed to know about your condition, so you don't need to hide from me, alright? I'm not scared of you".

The local... clinic? He's the doctor that dad mentioned?

My eyes open slowly, and with a hand still covering my pointy canines, I look up to find kindness in his gaze. Understanding, and empathy, but no judgement. The redness of my eyes doesn't even seem to faze him.

He hums at the sight, now knowing why I reacted the way I did.

"You didn't consume blood on the way, did you?" he asks, then sighs at my guilty shake of the head.

"That triggered your blood crave, and your dragon blood is making your impulses stronger, but you already know that, don't you?" he continues. "Can you please remove your hand from over your mouth for me?".

Spoken with so much authority, I can only listen to him at the moment, and he smiles gently when I hesitantly remove my hand to show him my two canines that poke into my bottom lip, eager to draw blood.

My identity is so uncommon that it can be stated as rare, to have one's instincts affected by two different races like this. Whether one's parents are of the same race, or of two different ones, the children will always inherit only one leading gene.

That's the norms, and what everyone expects, like my siblings. Eric inherited dad's dragon genes, and Solar mom's vampire genes. They still have both, but just like Eric isn't considered a vampire, Solar cannot be considered a dragon.

Having two leading genes means that the line that normally separates them has been dissolved, so not only do I have vampire teeth and a need for blood, I also have dragon horns and a need for mana.

Not only am I hot-blooded, I am also cold-blooded, which makes me more prone to sickness and fevers.

A lack of blood awakens my blood crave, and my dragon's side strengthens them, making it impossible for me to do anything until the need is taken care of.

My parents and siblings are usually by my side when that happens, so they can help by allowing me to feed off their wrists when it becomes too much and if we do not have blood snacks, but right now, I am all alone.

Everything's always less scary with family, but they're not by my side anymore.

My tears fall down my cheeks at that thought, and Yoongi's heart cracks open, seeing so clearly the fear in my eyes and in the wilt of my scent, roses drooping in a dying garden. He can only imagine what I must be going through right now.

Rolling up his sleeve has me tensing up all over again, and I look away when he brings his wrist closer to my lips.

"You need to drink blood, otherwise your crave will get worse. No one's watching, trust me, so please don't make things any more complicated for yourself" he implores when he sees that I'm not even considering what he's offering me, and instead opts to reveal an information that might help to convince me.

"We have a vampire mate at home, so I know what it's like to be bitten and I don't mind it one bit. His name is Jimin, and he's a very sweet mate. Sometimes twisted and cunning, but more often kind and sweet. I promise, biting won't hurt me, so drink before it gets too much for you".

I stare at him at those words, then at his wrist, now seeing there two punctures over his milky skin.

It looks recent, from a few days ago at most, so the tender wound would be easy for me to break again. The space between both canines looks similar to my own, so that wouldn't be a problem either, and it would make things less painful.

The skin pulses along his heartbeat, and my eyes zone in on the blue veins underneath, filled with that delicious blood that, I'm sure, tastes just as good as it smells. How bad is it that I want it that much? How can he be okay with that so easily?

My body begins to burn even more at the knowledge that feeding is nearly there, and I know that if I don't drink now, I will soon begin to hurt.

My family isn't overprotective of me for nothing, my constitution makes me weaker than if I'd been only a dragon or a vampire. Solar would've pushed her wrist under my teeth by force by now before cussing me out if she'd been here.

Damn it, why does this have to be the only way?

Softly, with a feeling of humiliation settled deep inside my guts, I take Yoongi's arm so his wrist nears my lips, and after one last glance at him to make sure that he's truly fine with this, I push my guilt aside to sink my teeth into his flesh.

The old wound breaks easily, and when his blood begins to pour out from around my canines, I make sure to not waste a single drop, eyes shut tight when a strong feeling of euphoria washes over me at the taste, soul relishing in every gulps that I take as if he is the best meal I was ever given until now.

It tastes like... green, if a colour had a taste. Soothing, peaceful, calming. But it's also spicy, but not the uncomfortable kind. It's a strong taste, like that of a tree with moss growing over the roots. Bitter? Not quite... it's a tinge of sweetness that makes my senses tingle pleasantly.

I count up to ten before forcing myself to pull out my teeth, and after awkwardly licking over the wound to seal it for a better healing, I slowly lets his arm fall to his side as I sink in on myself, ashamed of what I just did.

He's someone I just met, someone I barely know and who barely knows me. We might be mates, but it's still a shameful experience for me, for this isn't how I thought meeting one would go, not at all what I imagined.

Swallowing what remains of his blood in my mouth, my chin begins to wobble, and the next thing he knows, I'm bursting into tears, both of my hands back over my face to hide from everyone and everything.

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